#im gonna hide in the corner now goodbye

[shunsuiken]

DON’T FORGET WHO’S TAKING YOU HOME (and in whose arms you’re gonna be).

pairing(s). kaeya, childe, ayato, kaveh, neuvillette x fem!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 200-400 for each character

an. AND SING WITH ME 🎤🎤 SO DARLING SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR MEEE michael buble literally left no crumbs with this song i had to write about it omg + ALSO happy valentines day everyone !!! i may not have a valentine this year but im happy to post this for anybody feeling a little lonely today !! you are so so loved okay ?!!! come and collect a kiss from me before reading on 💋 MUAH have a lovely valentines day !!! <33

kaeya alberich

you’re really good at hiding, kaeya thinks to himself with a huff and a smile on his lips. searching all over the plaza for you was making him break a sweat in his navy blue tuxedo. with another turn around the corner he decides to remove his tuxedo jacket for the time being, folding it over his arm to carry instead.

“no, no, no klee! stop it! you can’t play with your things here, if you blow things up-”

“-master jean will put me in solitary confinement…”

oho, kaeya recognises these two voices very well. he finds it so hilarious that at the end, his feet lead him right to you! not even a single thought was processed as he turned the corner two seconds ago but here you are.

he hides behind the large potted plant, listening to the conversation you and the beloved spark knight share. he stays there until it becomes quiet between you two.

“kaeya, you peacock, i know it’s you.”

kaeya lets out a baffled noise, finally showing himself from behind the plant, offended by the ridiculous nickname you gave him. “snowflake, how dare you?”

“klee, don’t eavesdrop on people like this man when you grow older, yeah?” you point animatedly at your lover, who’s folding his arms and scoffing at you.

klee only giggles, nodding her head. “i gotta go find albedo now!” you watch as she skips off towards the plaza, waving goodbye.

you then turn towards your next problem that stands behind you. “i thought you were out dancing?”

“i was, but they’ll start playing the last dance soon and how can my last dance not be with you?” your lover walks towards you, pulling you closer by your waist with his free arm. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, smiling softly at his intentions.

you hear an announcement echoing from the plaza before you can reply, and you figure it might have been mika because of how timid the voice sounded.

“good evening everyone, please bring all your friends and company over for the last dance of the night!”

“sounds like our queue.” you slide your arms off his shoulder to grab his hand, pulling him with you without warning.

“oh snowflake, hold on-” kaeya almost trips on air and the sounds of your laughter bounce off the concrete floor and walls as you drag him down the staircase leading to the plaza.

childe

you can never refuse ajax’s request for a dance, because he won’t take no for an answer. especially when it comes to dancing. your feet hurt so much. you’re so ready to just fall on top of your bed and go to sleep. but the only thing that keeps you wide awake, heart pumping and everything is the look on your lover's face.

his gaze usually has this inhumane and dull look to them, but you find that whenever he looks at you or when he participates in something he loves, his gaze finally twinkles. it works so miraculously too. like all of a sudden life was returned to him and he could see.

the smile on your lips grows when you think about this. you think it’s sweet how you’re one of the reasons that the life in his eyes returns.

ajax notices the tighter grip you hold on his forearm, making his lips curl in curiosity. “what’s going on in your head, baby?”

you zone in on the situation, you’re still dancing, and you shake your head in response. “nothing, ajax.” you want to keep your thoughts to yourself but when ajax smiles at you like that, with the most expectant look on his face, you can’t help yourself. “actually, i just thought about the dance.”

he twirls you around to the music before connecting arms with you again. “you just thought about the dance?” his brow quirks in amusement.

“no, no not like that,” you say with a sheepish chuckle before continuing, “i just thought that this number is the longest one so far.”

“well of course,” ajax responds with an eye smile. “it’s the last song.”

“it… is?” you look up at ajax while trying to fight the urge to look anywhere else.

if this is the last song… and you’re dancing with him… then that can only mean-

when the choreography allows ajax to pull you against his chest, he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “you will be my final dance partner tonight.”

kamisato ayato

these few days at fontaine have been strumming the strings of your heart like a guitar—ayato has been spending so much time with you that you’re beginning to think of such ridiculous conclusions. his eyes that linger on your face, his hand that hovers on the small of your back when leading you out of a hall and it’s just these little things that he does with you that makes you want to claw an entire curtain off its rod. one time he even poured you a glass of wine before taking a sip with the same glass—it’s like he’s forgotten he’s the yashiro commissioner!

thoma and ayaka barely bat an eye. but also, they’ve known ayato for much longer than you have since you were a recent (and lovely) addition to the little family. so… perhaps this is just how he acts?

“uh-huh, when he’s courting someone that is.”

the sentence that thoma said offhandedly is the only thing that rings through your mind. but your thoughts must’ve shone through your expression because ayato is quick on his feet to smoothly guide you off the dance floor, gloved hand still holding yours as he brings you to a less crowded area—the balcony.

“you appeared to be distracted, that’s why i pulled us away,” ayato breaks the silence and your train of thoughts.

he’s still holding my hand—is what you’re repeating in your head. your eyes can barely focus on a single object within your field of vision. your bottom lip quivers at the revelation you’re carefully starting to uncover.

“i am not distracted,” you inhale sharply when you accidentally meet ayato’s gaze. “i…” your brows crease as you try to get words out of your mouth.

ayato brings your hand up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand and you can physically feel the blood rush up to your fingertips. “would my lady like to return to the hotel?”

your voice leaves your throat in but a hoarse whisper, “what did you just call me?”

you hear a chuckle from ayato and it makes you snap your head around in embarrassment. this new term of endearment rolls off his tongue way too easily, the rascal must have been practicing!

“oh no, no, no, my lady, you must look at me,” a grin appears on ayato’s face at your attempts to hide your expression and when he finally gets you to look at him, you’re caged between his arms.

“why would you call me that?” you whine at his teasing.

“well i just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore,” ayato murmurs, a dust of pink decorating his cheeks. “will you allow me to call you that?”

kaveh

three hours. it’s been three hours since you and kaveh decided to learn a cute couples dance routine ‘for funsies’. whose idea was this again? weren’t you two supposed to be just friends? doesn’t kaveh have a client meeting tomorrow that he should be preparing for?

“so we do this—then this and then we’re supposed to oh—!”

the silence is deafening. the song playing in the background fades as you both stare at each other, even mirroring the same expression. eyes as wide as saucers. lips just inches from connection.

kaveh’s breath fans over your lips and you can hear the audible gulp he makes at the closeness. he’s also entirely aware that the red in his cheeks has reached his ears by now. while you, on the other hand, have started hearing the percussion of your heart in your own eardrums.

“o-oh…” your legs are frozen in place and hang on a second, why haven’t either of you let go?

his hand is respectfully sat on your waist, while the other is occupied holding your hand. you hear him inhale and it grabs your attention before you can get anymore lost in his gaze. his gaze observes your lovely face, eyes flickering from one feature to another as he whispers, “has anybody ever told you you’re pretty up close?”

you shake your head ever so slightly. “no.”

kaveh likes this answer, humming as he ponders for a moment.

your eyes sparkle when that handsome smile of his appears on his lips. he chuckles shortly at your expression, your palm feels so warm when connected with his.

“i’m glad i’m the first to tell you.”

neuvillette

“oh dear, neuvillette,” you chuckle softly, walking towards him as he takes another sip of his water. he stands in a more secluded corner of the hall, briefly greeting guests with a nod of the head. which is why he stands out like a sore thumb—arctic white hair, designer blue suit and a piercing gaze.

but that gaze doesn’t fool you. the dragon sovereign is probably pondering on retiring for the night and is only still present to keep up with appearances.

“yes, lady y/n?” it’s to nobody’s surprise that he heard you from metres away.

when he turns around, your eyes immediately land on the problem you’ve sensed since you returned from the dancefloor.

“your tie,” you reply, standing in front of his figure, nonchalantly raising your hands in preparation to adjust the garment. “will you allow me to fix it?”

the gears in neuvillette’s mind pause abruptly at your question. he certainly has no problem readjusting his own tie. his hands aren’t holding anything else other than his cup of water—which he can definitely put down on a nearby table!

but why can’t he bring himself to say no?

the ‘of course’ leaves his lips faster than he would have liked, but that’s no matter, your expression shows no sign of displeasure. instead, he watches your sweet smile brighten.

when your fingers reach the tie, neuvillette notices how you tiptoe to reach him. so he does what any normal person would do—he leans down.

it catches you off guard, the tips of your fingers just slightly grazing against his neck in the process. you profusely apologise in whispers to which neuvillette can only chuckle at.

“it is no trouble lady y/n, i appreciate the kind gesture.” the corner of neuvillette’s lips curve, his hands neatly tucked behind him as he allows you to redo his tie.

neuvillette’s lips only seem to further break into a smile as he watches you pat on the tie in completion.

“there, all finished.” you look up at the iudex, chuckling, “you ought to learn how to do this yourself.”

neuvillette hums, “perhaps you could teach me.” he takes your hand, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before kissing it. “but for now a dance shall suffice, would you care to join me?”

#kaeya x reader #childe x reader #ayato x reader #kaveh x reader #neuvillette x reader #kaeya fluff #childe fluff #ayato fluff #kaveh fluff #neuvillette fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff

[medusavsviperz]

Here me out 😏. The workers at playtime co. Put the smiling critters into pairs to work with the kids for like team building or something. But Dogday is being a little too friendly with his partner and the player is like big mad and feels some punishment is in order and they decided to peg the ever loving crap out of Dogday until he is a moaning, begging mess 😘

Punishment.

warnings: smut, anal, bondage, submission

relationships: dogday x fem!reader

writing style: second person

genre: smut

"alright listen up! we are playing a game! can anyone guess what it is?" one of the workers announced, getting a rise out of the kids. hide and seek! fetch! rock, paper scissors! tug of war! the kids would scream. "correct! we are playing a game of... tug of war!! you will each be separated into teams, with two leaders!"

"the team leaders are... hoppy and bobby! kicken and picky! and finally, crafty and dogday! bubba will be keeping score. okay kids, pick your leaders!" unsurprisingly, most of the kids wanted dogday, but they had to split it up.

originally, you never had a problem with crafty. you knew she liked dogday, but honestly, who didnt? he was a very handsome boy after all. but there was one rule all of the critters knew. he was yours.

you stood in the corner with catnap, just watching the game. neither of you wanted to play. dogday and crafty were winning with a total of 10 points, one point being per game. crafty did none of the work, she just stood in front of dogday pretending to pull. every now and then her butt would accidentally touch his crotch. that royally pissed you off. but you tried to ignore it. your final straw was when dogday had the fucking nerve to hold her waist steady.

yea no. not today crafty.

she was eating it up, she loved his attention. especially if it was physical. you knew very well dogday only had eyes for you, but you can still be jealous. its natural after all. but after that little stunt he pulled you figured he deserved to be punished. it took you a bit to figure out what you were gonna do, but once you did, it was perfect.

you said your goodbyes to catnap, making sure dogday saw you hug all over him, and walked to your shared room. and waited.

and waited.

and waited.

finally, dogday walks into the room, tail wagging, and arms open ready to hug you. you put your hand on his chest as a way of saying "stop" and gave him a stern look. his tail stopped wagging immediately. "a-angel...whats wrong.. did i do something?"... "get on the floor you slut."

oh shit.

he gulped. and got on his knees on the floor. "p-please..what did i do..?" ..you ignored him and attached a leash to his collar. you walked over to "the box" and pulled out your orange strap on. "f-fuck angel what are you doing?" .. "what was that all about with craftyfuckingcorn?" you say sternly while attaching the strap-on around your black lace panties. "what are you talking about..?" ... "shit i dont know, maybe the fact that she was flirting with you and you didnt stop her?!" you lubed up the strap on, and scoffed at him. "b-baby i swear i dont like her like that.." he looked like he was about to cry. "trust me dogday. i know you dont. but im gonna give you a little reminder.."

"bend the fuck over."

he shuts his mouth and accepts his fate, removing his shorts and lifting his ass in the air. giving you a nice view of everything hes got. you land a smack on his ass and he yelps, shaking. you line up the dildo with his puffy hole, giving him no time to adjust before shoving it in. he whimper/yelps and tears start to roll down his face. "p-please" sob "ts too much.." ... "should have thought about that before you whored yourself out." you quicken your pace, one hand gripping his hip and the other pulling his tail. "god...please stop it hurts!" ... "shut the fuck up." your pace is ruthless, hitting his prostate over and over again until he is a whimpering begging mess in your hands. hes cum multiple times on the floor, but youll make him clean it up later. suddenly you flip him on his back, seeing his sopping wet face, and his needy cock bouncing with every pound you make. you grab the bottom of his thighs and hold them to his chest, hitting deeper. once you think he has learned his lesson, you slower your pace, giving him kisses on his chest up to his cheeks.

eventually, you pull out, tossing the strap-on to the side, and walking to the bathroom to grab a wet towel. you clean him up and wipe his tear stained face, before slowly jacking him off. he deserves it. "you did a good job. my good boy" he whimpers at the praise, shooting his last nut on his stomach. you clean that up, and lean him on the bed, which he gladly climbs on to. you cuddle with him and wait until he falls asleep, before snuggling up to his chest and scratching behind his ears.

such a good boy.

#poppy playtime #dogday #ns/fw #daddy’s babygirl #daddy k!nk #deep sleep #men gets pegged #he gets pegged #dogday x player #dogday x y/n #dogday x reader #good boy

[toppersjeep]

Chapter 4- All For Love Charles Leclerc

Masterlist

Elena’s POV

Today was race day and I qualified yesterday at P2. Of course Max was P1 , Char had gotten P3. I finally felt like I had a real chance of winning a race. And in my hometown of all places. I knew I could do it.

But just has I thought everything was fine things took a turn for the worse. I saw that the hospital was calling me. So I stepped outside the Mercedes paddock and stood in between the buildings.

In my gut I felt like something was wrong. But I wanted to ignore it. I answered the phone.

(E- Elena N-Nurse)

N: Hi Elena this is Joys nurse I’m sorry to call you right now. I know she mentioned last night it’s race day for you.

E: yeah it is race day. is everything okay? is she complaining about the tv again.

N: Elena.. I hate making these phone calls I don’t know how to say this to you

E: please don’t say it… I’m begging you.. I.. can’t

N: Elena I’m so sorry she passed away this morning.. we believe it was in her sleep she wasn’t in any pain.. I’m really sorry

E: ummm… thank you for calling.. I.. just

N: we can talk through other details about everything when your free im really sorry Elena.. I wish I had different news for you

E: yeah we can chat tomorrow or something.. I gotta go…

____

I hung up the phone and sat on the ground for a second. Netflix was there filming.

“No cameras please not right now” I said. They walked away to film something else. I just sat there in shock and in tears. Nothing felt real in this moment. I just wanted someone to pinch me. Maybe I was in a dream and she was alive and healthy.

“Elena are you hiding from Netflix again” Daniel said. I didn’t say anything I just looked at him. “Elena I was kidding” Daniel said sitting across from me. “Dan…” I said crying. “…is she” he said I nodded. He then pulled me into a hug. And I just broke down immediately.

“I’m here” he said. I just cried into his shirt. “I didn’t get to say goodbye” I said as my voice was breaking. “I know” he said tearing up too. He just held me there for a little while. I heard some more footsteps come by. “What’s going on” Charles said. “Her Mom passed away this morning” Daniel said.

“Oh Elena” Charles said I ran over and hugged him. Something just told me to. I always felt at home with him. And safe. He wrapped his arms around around me. “I’m sorry” he said kissing my head. “El I gotta head to my paddock but please if you need me” Daniel said.

“Yeah she’ll come to you” Charles said. “Can we go inside” I said softly. Charles walked me into the Mercedes paddock and we went into my little room. I sat on my little bed. “Do you want anything” Charles said. “Just you right now nobody else” I said.

Later..

Toto said I could be out if I wanted. But I knew my Mom would want me to do this race no matter what happened. This one would be for her.

So I sat in my car and got ready for the race.

“Radio check radio check” bono said. “Radios all good” I said. “Elena let’s have an easy race and make this count” he said. “Oh I’m gonna win this race” I said. “Be careful out there you know how Max gets” bono said. “I know” I said looking over at the Red Bull car in front of me.

Everyone got off the track. I waited for the lights to go out. My heart was racing. This was it. I needed to win this race and nothing else mattered to me.

The lights finally went out and we began racing. Max was ahead. But I began to get close to him.

A little while later. We were on lap 48 only two more left. Then all the sudden in front of me Max spun out and went off. I was able to move around the damage and get into P1. Charles went up into P2.

“Alright Elena P1 keep pushing one more lap we are now on Lap 49” bono said. “Oh my god” I said. “Deep breaths keep pushing” bono said. “Update me on Charles pace please” I said driving around the corners.

“Charles is 7 seconds behind you so keep pushing.. but he keeps dropping back” Bono said. “Alright thank you” I said. “You’ve got this race el make it count” Bono said.

It was finally the last stretch of the race. And I saw the checked flag and crossed the finish line. For the first time in my career I won in my hometown.

“Tell me I got it” I said crying. “P1 ELENA YOU ARE THE WINNER OF THE AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRI” Bono said yelling. “I did it.. I can’t believe it” I said waving to the stands. “We are so proud of you” Toto said. “I couldn’t have been out here today without you guys” I said.

“We are family Elena we love you so much” Bono said. “I love you guys too this one was for mum” I said stopped the car in the first place spot. Charles got second and Lewis was third. I got out of the car. I then bent down by the tire and just put a hand on it crying.

“We did it Mom just like I told you I could” I said to myself. It was then time for podium. They called me out first. I was given my trophy. I held it up super high as everyone cheered. I set the trophy down and grabbed the champagne as Charles and Lewis sprayed me with there bottles.

I sprayed mine on Charles then drank some of it. Afterwards I hugged Charles. In that moment it was all I wanted.

“I’m so proud of you my love” he whispered in my ear. “So proud” he said kissing my cheek. “I did it” I said. “She’d be so proud” he said cupping my cheeks. “I hope so” I said. He then hugged me again. “I love you so much you deserve this” he said.

After the race….

I went back to my hotel room. That I was sharing with Addie.

“My champ I’m so proud of you” Addie said. “Thanks Addie” I said. “You okay” Addie said. “I’m just gonna step out for a minute maybe go to the pool” I said. “Alright have fun im gonna FaceTime Pato” she said with a smile.

I went down to the pool. Just to calm my mind down. I jumped in the pool and swam over to the edge when I heard a familiar voice.

“You can’t sleep” Charles said swimming over to me. “No I kinda can’t turn off my brain tonight you” I said. “I couldn’t sleep either” Charles said. “What’s on your mind” I said swimming backwards as he followed me. “You” he said.

“Why me good old sad Elena” I said. “I just wanted to make sure your okay” Charles said. “Char honestly I just wanted a distraction” I said. “Remember when we were younger and we’d have a diving challenge” Charles said. “Off the rocks in Monaco” I said. “And my dad and your mom yelled at us for hours afterwards” Charles said.

“My mom was so mad I snuck out until she realized I was with you” I said. “Really” Charles said. “You were her favorite Charles” I said. “Yeah” he said getting closer to me. “She’d always say that…

“That we belong together” he said. “How’d you know that” I said. He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. “Because maybe” he said leaning in to kiss me. I let him kiss me. I then circled my arms around his neck. And he wrapped his around my waist.

He kept kissing me. Maybe I shouldn’t because my emotions were all over. But I wanted it and I wanted him.

“Ummm this is a pool by the way” Max said. “Shit sorry mate” Charles said breaking the kiss. “I gotta go” I said pushing Charles away from me and getting out. I grabbed my towel and t shirt and walked away from the pool area. “Elena … Elena” Charles said running after me.

“No.. Charles just no” I said. “Stop” he said grabbing my hand. “I can’t do this right now” I said. “Elena stop running away from this” Charles said. “From what Charles” I said. “I have feelings for you” he said I stopped walking. “Don’t do that to yourself” I said.

“Elena I can’t hide it anymore from you” he said cupping my cheek. “Charles don’t” I said tearing up. “You can’t lie and say you don’t feel anything” Charles said. “I know you feel this too” he said. And he was right. But I couldn’t do this not now.

“Charles I can’t” I said walking into the elevator he followed me. “Elena I broke up with her because I.. want you nobody else” Charles said. I turned away from him. But he then hugged me from behind.

“I don’t care about anything else Elena all I’ve ever wanted was you” he said whispering in my ear. I teared up. “It’s always been you ever since the day I gave you that necklace” he said running his fingers on the necklace.

It was a necklace with two little hearts. A gold and a silver one. Charles had given me it as a birthday present when I turned 16. He even had a matching bracelet. That he always wears.

“Elena… there’s nobody else I’d rather love than you” he said kissing my cheek. I turned my head to look at his beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes make you think you are looking into an ocean. Or even the sky. Just do beautiful and calming.

But this time when I looked into those eyes , I saw something different in them. He had stopped looking at me as a friend. He now looked at me like I was the only person that mattered in this world. He was in love with me.

Charles LeClerc my best friend was in love with me.

“Say something” he said. “Charles I” I said. He then kissed me again. “Please.. don’t shut me out..” Charles said. “I need time” I said. “I’ve waited 12 years for you” Charles said. “All I’m asking is for you to give me time” I said.

“Elena I can wait for you forever” Charles said. We then got off on our floor. “I’ll see you tomorrow” I said. “Yeah goodnight” Charles said walking away. But I ran after him. I then quickly kissed him. “Goodnight” I said. He smiled. I tried to walk away but he grabbed my hand pulling me into a kiss.

Every time he kissed me I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Like his kiss made everything disappear and all that mattered was him.

“Now you can go to bed love” Charles said walking into his hotel room. I stood there for a couple second before going back into my room. I went back in and stood up against the door.

“Your back what’s the smile for” Addie said. “Charles … kissed me” I said. “Holy shit” Addie said. “It was so magical” I said going to lay on my bed. “Spill” Addie said.

“God his eyes..oh my god.. and when he kissed me” I said. “Elena this is amazing” Addie said. “I felt like I was floating god maybe I” I said. “You love him” Pato said from Addie’s phone. “Babe shhh” Addie said. “She totally does” Pato said.

“Oh my god shut up” I said. “The kiss was so magical Addie oh my god” Pato said I laughed. “God lord pato stop” Addie said. “What did I do” Pato said on the phone.

I then got into bed after changing into pajamas. Addie stayed on the phone with pato for a while. But my mind was still on Charles. And that kiss. And all the words he said to me.

#fanfic #love #x reader #daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #f1 imagine #lando norris #charles leclerc smut #charles lecrelc #pierre gasly #charles leclerc x reader #pato o'ward #f1 fic #max verstappen #lando norris x reader #mercedes amg f1 #f1 x reader #red bull f1 #formual one #daniel riccardo x reader

[theslay3d]

Wednesday Addams x Reader who is like Loki especially having the same abilities

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Gender: Neutral

Warnings: none

Word count: 710

A/N Hiii i hope i wrote Wednesday well and i hope you enjoy this!!

You and Wednesday have known each other since her first day at Nevermore. Enid introduced you both hoping that Wednesday and you would get along and not kill each other. You both had similar tastes so it wasn't wishful thinking on Enid's part. 

You and Wednesday did get along pretty well. You both were very cunning and did things for your own gain and not others. 

Maybe that's what led you and Wednesday to start dating. 

It wasn't as if you knew that you were dating at first. Wednesday just kind of…started to date you and told everyone that you were hers. So nothing out of the ordinary for her. Plus it wasn't as if you were opposed to dating her.  

As of right now you were looking for her to get something from her. 

“Enid” You spoke up from behind the blonde from where she was speaking to Ajax. 

They both jumped and turned to you. You smirked as you realized you scared them but set your face back to a blank look. 

“Yes?” Enid spoke hesitantly hoping she didn't do anything wrong.  

“Where's Wednesday?” 

“Oh! She should be in our dorm but i think its her writing time so be  careful if you go in there” 

You nodded and turned to leave before you could teleport away. You said “And Ajax go ahead and ask Enid out, I'm tired of hearing your thoughts about it” In a flash of green you were gone and at Enid and Wednesday's dorm door. 

You were excited to hear what happened with Ajax and Enid later on but now you were gonna focus on Wednesday. 

You knocked on the door and waited to hear Wednesday's voice. “Come in” Her voice spoke up from inside. 

You opened the door with a flick of magic and walked right in. Wednesday didn't look away from the typewriter and she continued to press the keys quickly. You walked over to her bed and sat down. Wednesday didn't pay attention to you as she continued to type. 

You knew this was her time so you just laid down and played a bit with your magic. The green energy created many shapes and settled on a starry night. The stars were twinkling as you moved your hand through the energy. 

After a few minutes the typing of keys stopped so you swiped the energy out of the air and sat up on the bed. Wednesday was now facing you from her chair. 

“What do you want?” Wednesday asked blandly as she blinked once and didn't again. 

“Can’t I visit you out of kindness?” You said sarcastically and moved to stand near her chair. 

“No”

You chuckled a little but finally told her why you were there. “I need your book on poisons if you will let me borrow it? I can't remember all of the mortal poisons” 

Instead of answering Wednesday got up and went to a small bookshelf she had on one side of the wall. She got the book and came back and handed it to you. 

“For free?” You asked. Wednesday was nicer to you yes but usually she wanted something back even if you only needed it for a couple days. 

“I want a snake” She demanded as she stared into your eyes. 

“Want it in my color?” You smirked as you teased her. 

Her expression changed into an actual glare that time. 

You let out a little laugh and said. “Im jesting darling what type?” 

She huffed and said. “I want a green one that's venomous” 

“Consider it done” You snapped your fingers and a tank appeared in a corner of her room. The snake wasn’t out yet so it must have been hiding in one of the many places in the tank. 

Wednesday nodded her head to you which was her form of thanks. 

“Can I get a kiss as a thank you?” You teased her again. 

“I can stab you as a thank you” 

You turned and backed away towards the door. “Let's postpone that dear i have lots to do today” 

This time her lip tugged up into a smirk but dropped quickly. 

“Goodbye” She said

You blew a kiss and quickly got out of there before she stabbed you. 

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #wednesday addams x you #wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams fanfic

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Gotham's King and Queen

Oswald cobblepot x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: swearing, violence, Threats of death, penguin being penguin, soft Oswald.

A/n: I'm just sitting on my couch and I decided to write this. I don't have any ideas but I'm just going for it 🤣

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Y/n loved Oswald for as long as she could remember, back when they worked for Falcone she did her best to protect him from Mooney. She stood up for him, only to get her ass handed to her, but it was worth it. Y/n always took Oswalds side, she helped him when Jim faked his death. She was the first to find out infact, something just didn't sit right. It all didn't add up, so she went to Gordon and shot some bullshit threats his way until he spilled everything. She found him in a tow behind RV, Y/n again helped him rise back up. But the happiness she felt then completely diminished when Oswald started working for Maroni, and of course she had his back but he was getting higher and higher in power and she was just tagging along.

Y/n was there to save him from the car he was nearly crushed in, she was there to hide him from Maroni. She was there to support him when he found his father, Y/n was there to comfort him when his father magically died. She killed and roasted up Charles and Sasha, Y/n helped him with his election for mayor. She was there to protect him from the red hood gang.

And when Nygma shot him on that pier that day she hunted his ass down and nearly killed him. Y/n then got a hot tip that Ozzy was once again alive, so as she always did she went looking for her little penguin. She found him with a woman named Ivy, and she saved his ass from Gabe, and she saved his ass from Nygma again! And she threw in a good threat to Mooney that if she ever hurt him again she'd be sorry.

Over and over again she protected what she loved, Y/n took his side and supported him in everything. She went out with Zsasz and made sure criminals had licenses, she went with Ozzy to meetings to make sure he always got his way. Y/n can't even remember how many times in the last month she got arrested for him. And now here she was in his office having to listen to Sofia Falcone invite Ozzy to dinner.

"Oswald do you think it's a good idea? She could try and kill you." Y/n whispered in his ear.

"Your concern is touching but I think I got it covered."

Y/n nodded and gave him a half smile, flashing a glare towards Sofia as she led her to the door.

"You don't like me very much do you?" She asked when they made it into the hall.

"No."

"Not very talkative I see. But very protective over Mr. Cobblepot."

"The only people who have ever done anything for him has been me and his mother. I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Penn and Zsasz were plotting his demise this instant. I don't trust you Ms. Falcone, I'm not here to be your friend, nor to hold your hand. I'm here for one reason and one reason only, to protect Oswald Cobblepot till my dying breath."

Sofia nodded. "Did he hire you to do that?"

"Do what?"

"As protection?" She asked.

"No."

"Then why?" Sofia began circling y/n.

"Why does it matter?"

"You love him don't you?"

"What if I did? What's it to you?"

"Everyone looses at some point, Y/n. You're gonna loose this war."

"Few win, Sofia. And I never loose, Goodbye. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

Y/n entered Oswalds office once again and sat on the corner of his desk, he smiled up at her and gently rubbed her thigh.

"Are you two better acquainted now?" He asked.

"I don't trust her, Ozzy."

"Neither do I. But if I want full standing in this city I have to go to that dinner."

"We, Oswald. We have to go. Im not letting you walk in there with body guards who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I trust my skills of protection, not theirs."

"We will go." He whispered.

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Y/n sat at the bar facing Oswald and Sofia, they sat at a table in the middle of the restaurant. They were talking business and pleasure all at the same time, it made Y/n sick. The bar tender past her a negroni, she snatched it off the bar and took a sip as she stared daggers into Sofia.

Oswald had already sent away one of the plates of food, then the waiter brought out goulash. It looked just like his mother's recipe, Y/n saw Oswald stiffen up the minute it was set down on the table.

After giving a snide comment he finally tried it, Y/n got off her stool and straightened her jacket. She knew from the way he was acting it tasted just like his mother's, which ment he was gonna leave right about-

"I'm leaving." He said, Oswald got up and headed for the door. Y/n and the body guard fallowed close behind. The bell rang as the door opened, before it could shut, however, y/n gave Sofia one last vicious grin.

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Oswald was pacing back and forth in front of his bar, Y/n was cleaning her knife at one of the tables.

"You alright?" She asked. "She spike your dinner?"

"No, it's just....it tasted like-"

"Like your mother's." Y/n finished. She then stood up and tucked her knife away, Oswald watched as she got close to him. She pulled his tie pin out of her pocket and clipped it to his tie.

"I've been looking for that one, where did you find it?" He asked.

"I found it in your office."

Oswald looked at Y/n, she obviously had something on her mind. He took her and in his, he was about to speak when Sofia came plowing into the lounge. Ozzy saw the hate in Y/n's eyes when she heard Sofia's heals clicking on the tile floor.

"Oswald." She said.

"I'll leave you two alone."

Oswald gripped Y/n's hand, not wanting her to leave. But she pulled away, he could see she was upset. Y/n left the room, but stood outside the door. She could hear Oswald yelling and Sofia giving dumbass excuses. Then she heard what she thought she'd never hear.

"The only person who has ever done anything nice for me, without wanting something in return was my mother."

That hit Y/n like a bus, she thought he had realized what she's done for him. And why she's done it, but he was blinded by power. Just like everyone in this city.

Y/n was on her way back to her room when she ran into Sofia, the bitch smirked and twittled her fingers at her. Just as Sofia was about to pass by, Y/n grabbed her by the wrist and slammed her into the wall. Y/n held her knife to her neck and got really close.

"I don't know what you're plotting, but it ain't working sis." She growled. "You dare hurt him in anyway, shape, or form and I will come after you and you bet your ass I will get you. There will be no one to protect you, he is mine. I will kill you if you even look at him the wrong way. Do you understand!?"

Sofia giggled. "You don't scare me, Y/n. Few people do, all you are is a love struck little girl who thinks she can frighten those above her. Well you can't."

Y/n smiled and slowly dragged the knife over her neck, drawing blood and making Sofia cry out.

"You think I'm fucking around? You're nothing but a daddies girl, but daddy didn't give you enough attention so you gotta prove yourself. But I won't let that happen, Oswald will win at this little game you're playing. I will see to that."

Y/n then let go of Sofia and trudged up the hall, and back to her room.

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Weeks had passed and out of nowhere Jim Gordon was appointed captain of the GCPD. So as any good friend would, Y/n went to go see Harvey Bullock down at his bar.

"Hey, Buddy. What's going on?" She asked. "And I want details."

"Is that why you came here? For details, not to comfort me?"

Y/n smiled. "Well, I can always multitask."

She reached over the bar and patted his shoulder, he smiled and gripped her arm.

"Now, spill it." She whispered, making his face drop.

"He's been talking to this woman, Sofia Fa-"

"Sofia Fal-fuckin-cone! Thank you, Bullock!" She yelled as she ran out of the bar.

"Glad I could help."

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"She's what!?" Y/n yelled.

"She's invited us to a dinner for the orphanage."

"Oswald, can't you see she's playing with you!? Jim Gordon, right? He just miraculously becomes captain? Bullshit! Someone had to have paid off the mayor to make him captain! And poof the mayor is just gone?"

"You think it was Sofia."

Y/n pointed at Oswald. "I talked to Harvey, he said he's seen them talking."

"Let's not just start blaming her, we need evidence. I'll have Victor fallow her, but in the meantime I'll say we aren't going to the dinner." He said.

"Alright, that sounds like a good idea."

___

Oswald and Y/n showed up at Sofia's place, she was fumbling with a huge bouquet of flowers. Y/n fallowed Oswald over to her where they stopped in the entrance of the livingroom.

"Beautiful." Ozzy said, making Sofia smile.

Y/n rolled her eyes and started looking at the wall as if it were something spectacular. Oswald started hinting at Jim's new position and who could've put him there. Y/n watched Sofia's reactions and she knew for a fact that she did it.

"So long story short, we ain't coming to your little feast." Y/n said.

"Oh, well....I was looking forward to you two being there."

"Yeah, well....we ain't gonna be."

Some more jabbering between Sofia and Oswald and she finally walked out of the room. Mr. Penn and Oswald started conspiring on how they were gonna get her to confess.

"Give me two minutes alone in a room with her and I'll have her singing the pledge of allegiance in reverse." Y/n whispered, while holding up a knife.

"That can be our last resort." Oswald reassured her, patting her shoulder.

"But-"

"Y/n, I'll handle it."

A couple days later the plans changed, turns out they were going to the dinner, but Ozzy had a trick or two up his sleeve. He had a plan to get Martine to spy on her.

"That's a great plan....but do we gotta go?" Y/n asked.

"We're going." Is all he said as they left out the door. They arrived in record time, because Y/n was driving like Cruella Deville to get to the fuckin place. They entered and the living room was packed with people. Y/n felt self conscious because she was wearing leather pants and a white button up dress shirt with her under-arm holsters showing.

"I'll be right back." Y/n said to Oswald.

"Where are you going?"

She didn't answer, she just left. Y/n went back to the car, she popped the trunk and grabbed out her bag. She unzipped it and pulled out a black shiny pencil dress that hugged her curves.

Y/n hopped into the back of the car and began changing into the dress.

Oswald began looking around for Y/n but he hadn't seen where she had gone. That was odd, she normally stayed by his side, what was going on?

Just then he turned around to walk back into the livingroom when he knocked into a woman, he was about to tell her to watch where she was going when she turned to face him. It was Y/n, she looked amazing.

"Don't Tell me you left to change." He said.

"That's what I did alright. Everyone else looks so good and I felt like I was under dressed. I mean with you in your suit....I wanted my outfit to go with yours so I threw on this black dress."

"How are you gonna protect me in a dress?"

"Ozzy, if I can bust a move like Michael Jackson in this, then I can sure as hell can beat someone's ass on your behalf."

Sofia walked into the room with a wine glass in hand, she smiled when she saw Y/n, it was an obvious fake smile.

"We were wondering where you went. I love the dress." She said.

"Uh huh." Y/n replied.

Sofia smiled again then looked to Ozzy. She walked closer to him and took his hand.

"Oswald, I've been thinking. Whoever had Gordon appointed captain did actually save you. The license were a good idea at the time, but they would be your downfall."

"Cut the shit, Falcone." Y/n said.

Oswald pulled his hand away. "Y/n is right. If you're going to confess, then confess. And face the consequences."

Suddenly there was a voice behind them, it was bone chilling.

"So sorry to interrupt. The waiters are getting everyone seated, we don't want the food to get cold." He said, the man was wearing a pig head for a mask. He then held up a cleaver. "Chop chop."

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All the rich guests were sat at the table, Y/n was on the end that the Pyg was standing at. Sofia was across from her, and Oswald to Sofia's right.

Y/n was looking down at the pie in front of her. She was ready to put a smack down and kill this fucker. There was no way she was eating a pie made of people.

"This is just disgusting." She said.

The Pyg gave her an offended look, he laid his hand flat on his chest.

"Well, Miss Y/L/N. That is rude, we worked very hard on this meal."

"I don't care if you broke your back in the process! This is the most revolting, despicable shit I've ever seen! And you can't pay me to eat this swill!"

The Pyg snort laughed, and held the cleaver back up to Martine's neck. Y/n looked over at Oswald for what to do, and in return he nodded. Y/n knew what that meant, she would have to choke down this pie. Oh fuckin yummy.

Y/n scooped some up with her fork and was about to put it in her mouth when-

"GCPD!" Jim Gordon's voice came around the corner.

Everyone stood up and scattered like mice, Y/n grabbed one of the waiters and smacked his head off the table, then raided him for her weapons. She backed up out of the room, her body blocking Oswald as she pointed her guns at the remaining kitchen staff.

"Are you okay?" Ozzy asked, he pulled Y/n close as he examined her.

"Oz, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He nodded and pulled Martine and her into a closet. y/n turned the lights off and all she could hear were Jim Gordon and The Pyg very violently hashing out an agreement in the next room. Knives and plates could be heard bouncing off the wall and falling to the floor.

"Oswald." Y/n whispered.

She felt him gently grip her hand and rub her wrist with his thumb.

"It's alright. Im right here."

___

When the fight was over Oswald confronted Sofia in the living room, Y/n wasn't happy with the outcome.

Oswald once again had forgiven her for her bullshit. Y/n got in the car with Ozzy as they waited for Martine to come back with news on whether or not she was a traitor. They both sat in the back of the car, Y/n placed her hand on his thigh.

"If it comes up that she's been using you and lying to you, then I want you to know I have your back through all this. And I always have, all you need to do is ask. No matter what it is, you need me to kill someone? I'll do it. You need me to commit tax fraud? Shit I'll do it 100 times over."

The last one made Oswald chuckle.

"I know. I don't show it a lot but, I know. You've done so much for me, and I'm truly grateful. You've been there for me since day one." He said. "We've broke this city and rebuilt it together. We've wreaked havoc on this city. We've become the King and Queen of Gotham. And you know Y/n for these past few years I've been wanting to tell you something.....I've felt like this for a long time and I didn't know how to tell you but-"

He was cut off by the door opening and Martine entering the car.

"Well? Did you find anything out?" Y/n asked.

The little boy held up his board that read.

"I saw Sofia kissing the policeman."

Y/n felt like she just won the NFL, she felt like she could jump off a building and still live. But she could tell Oswald didn't feel the same. Once again someone he felt for betrayed him, and Y/n's celebration was cut short by him looking like he lost the love of his life.

"You're a good friend, Martine."

___

Oswald sat on the couch in the lounge, he just sat there staring at his glass of bourbon. Y/n leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"King and Queen, huh?" She asked.

Oswald looked up. "Heh, Yeah."

"Don't shed any tears over her. She doesn't deserve it."

Oswald stood up and began slowly limping over to her.

"No, she doesn't. Everyone I had ever known has always betrayed me. Everyone except you and my mother."

He took her hand in his, Y/n looked up at him and smiled. She gently wiped his tears away.

"I do what I do because I love you, Oswald." She said. "I will be here for you until the day I die."

Ozzy looked down at her lips, then back to her eye. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. He pulled her to him and deepened the kiss. They slowly pulled away to catch their breath.

Y/n smiled.

"The king and Queen of Gotham."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x fem reader #gotham oswald #oswald cobblepot #gotham x y/n #gotham x you #gotham x reader #gotham x Fem reader

[sharklemonss]

My blog is barren right now because literally all of my brainpower is being put into this fic I'm writing so um. Here's a snippet bc im overambitious and it's gonna be a while

"Hey," Laurence's voice broke him out of his thoughts, "hand me your yearbook, man. I promise I won't make fun of you this time." His hand was held out, a kind smile on his face instead of a mischievous one this time. Without a second thought, Garroth handed it over, and Laurance seemed to whip a sharpie out of nowhere. He scribbled something on the back page, quickly and with practiced ease. Snapping the book shut, he passed it back to Garroth, a proud smirk now gracing his lips.

Thinking it was best to make light of the situation, Garroth clutched the book close to his chest before turning to fully face his friend. "You better not have written anything inappropriate. My parents check my yearbook, y'know." He crossed his arms, watching as Lauranced feigned fear and gasped quite loudly.

"Oh no, I can't bear the thought of your parents looking upon my abomination!" Laurance cried, clutching his chest and stumbling back dramatically. "Hide it under your bed, say I burned it, anything so they don't lay their eyes upon such horror!"

For a moment, Garroth laughed. He laughed until his stomach hurt, tears welling in his eyes. Being with him felt so good; he always got jittery when he knew they would be around each other again. He looked forward to their walks, butterflies tickling the walls of his stomach when the time approached. He could easily say Laurance was his best friend. He hoped they could stay that way over summer.

Regretfully, when he calmed down, his smile slightly fell. "I have to go," Garroth spoke quietly, the words loud in the crisp summer air. The word "goodbye" sounded sour, like it meant more than just parting ways. He didn't want to say it.

Laurance nodded in understanding. His smile never left, though, as he slowly walked backwards. "See you later, Garroth." He waved, leaving him to his own devices as he walked his own way home.

Opening the book, he looks carefully at the last page. In bright orange sharpie in the bottom corner sits a phone number and a little note.

"Hoping you like me better than the other numbers littered here. Here's to a fun summer together! -Laurance"

Smiling gently, he looks in the direction Laurance walked in. "Yeah," Garroth mumbled to himself, a little more hopeful, "see you later."

#aphmau #garrance #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvhal #aphblr #mystreet #this takes place in freshman year #however this fic is gonna be throughout highschool entirely #this is like my passion project right now it's gonna take me forever

[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls

Chapter 25: Pestering Rei, Shadow Doll, and the Void

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"ritsu!"

you look around and don't see any ritsu as Rei come running to your direction. Smiling so sweetly as if it's a nice day today.

"..." You quickly give him space to run as you thought he can see further than you do, but as you did so, you saw him jump with his eyes close, ready for a hug to only land in the floor where you use to stood.

"Ritsu why do you dodge your oniichan hug?!" He cried out.

"Sakuma-san... Where you trying to hug me just now?" You were sure he was calling the same Ritsu and not MC.

"Uwaaa ritsu, call me oniichan!"

"..." Holy shit this guy is nuts, he think your his younger brother or someshit. You quickly back away and run away from him.

"Ritsu come back to oniichan! Oniichan brought you some souvenir!" Rei of course give chase holding the stuff he brought for ritsu.

"HELP SOME CRAZY PERSON CALLING ME HIS LIL BRO. WHICH IM NOT!" you yelled out as your being chase by a brocon who might be so blind to see, your not ritsu.

"RITSU HOW COULD YOU BE THIS MEAN TO YOUR ONIICHAN!" Rei yelled back as he felt hurt being called crazy person by 'ritsu'

"KURO KURO HELLPPPP!!" you saw a familiar friendly giant friend of yours and quickly hide behind him as Rei comes smiling from the corner you just come from.

"Ah? Anguille? What's wrong?" Kuro quickly defend you but when he saw it's Rei he relax. "It's just Rei." He pat your head saying there's no problem with Rei F all. You saw rei comes to a stop in front of you two and hugs you.

"Ritssuuuuu!" He beam hugging you shamelessly. You unconsciously throw him off over your shoulder as self defense and arm lock his hands behind his back.

As you did so, not seen in naked eyes a mirage image of ritsu synchro with your movement as your eyes glow red. But Rei clearly see it! Rei smile as he saw his brother missing soul through you! He wasn't a lunatic! He did see with his own (brocon) eyes!

"Fuck off." You aren't rude to people, at least not until they go pass the boundary of your limit but you somehow don't like Rei being around you. His so icky for some reason, even so his a doll as well.

"Oh. You guys don't need to use force. There's things that could go through chatting." Kuro help Rei after you let go of him and kicked him to the ground. Your eyes still lacing with red glow.

"It keep following me." You grumble as you point at Rei.

"IT?! ITS NOT IT. ITS ONIICHAN ITS ONIICHAN, RITSU!" Rei felt so hurt but hearing familiar rude behavior of Ritsu, he is pretty sure than before Ritsu is connected to you.

"uwaahhh... Crazy." You hide behind Kuro seeing Rei behavior is very weird right now.

"...??? Ah. Are you guys related?" Kuro now think your full name is MC Ritsu Anguille. Since one of your name is foreign, it's probably the reason you have multiple names. Through it's very coincidence your second names sound like Rei little brother name... Wait what was Rei little brother name again...?' Kuro mind suddenly went blank as he try to remember what Rei little brother look like, he does know his little brother work in the knights Unit yet when one try to remember the face or name it comes out blank.

"Agh..." You grumble as you and rei circle around Kuro tall form as he think about the name and face of Rei little brother. "Leave me alone!" You run away yet again after saying goodbye to Kuro. "Bye, see you later!" He snap from his thoughts and wave you goodbye, he watch Rei shamelessly follow behind you.

It's been two weeks or so since you come back to your human form, you meet up with people you meet when your in your doll form when Eichi force you to work (his good help isn't good at all, his gonna inslave either way) was for you to be force to work under starPro as custom designer or outfit creator to help out Anzu. Which you were reluctant to do until eichi flash Ensemble squire currency which alkaloid and crazy: b really needed right now. You give in.

As you pass the corner, Hands pulled you and secure familiar hold keep you safe as Rei passes by without noticing you at all.

"RITSU?"

and went to the corner looking and chasing.

"Mayoi~" you Beam to the person who saved you from that trouble. Your eyes no longer glow red the moment he held you. The shadow figure of certain younger Sakuma become a small shadow doll hanging over your shoulder yet you never see it with your naked eyes.

"M-MC...!" He grab hold of the mini shadow ritsu and throw it back to the void with the rest of haunted dolls are.

...

Void

"Nyoommm" -shadow ritsu landed and rolled around the fluffy plain. He soon yawn and sleep again.

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Back to You two.

' ahhh, the twins are right... One of the haunted dolls are awake.' he then proceed to hug you as he thought of how to fix the mess with sakumas.

A few days ago when the twins went back from the void after their punishment for making you drink alcohol in that role play of spy x family. They all went saying that one of the dormant souls is awaken.

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Few days ago.

Mayoi: p-please don't make the same mistake again ok---

Hinata, who's in his doll form: AHHHH MAYOI-SAN ONE OF THE SOULS ACCIDENTALLY WAKE UP!

Yuuta: they bite aniki! And almost drained aniki energy!

Mayoi:...??????

Aoi twins: MAYOI-SAN! It means sakuma ritsu is slowly awaken!

Mayoi: !!???

...

It should been a good news since it mean Ritsu other haft of soul could leave the void and return to his other haft and become a full ritsu sakuma again. But when Mayoi put your human body in the void to be safe and sound. Ritsu have leech onto your shadow unconsciously.

Now his somewhat possessing you when Rei or people he knows Is around. The fact that he glued himself very tightly connected and won't bulge unless Mayoi makes him sleep back to the void for few hours or so. Like he did just now.

"Hmm~" you giggle enjoying the hug. Not noticing the things Mayoi did just now.

"Btw did you know that ritsu person Rei is looking for?" You do know Rei have a younger brother but his image comes blurry in mind.

"...!" He was surprised by your question but looking at your face. He sigh and takes your hand as you two enter a secret passage way, as you two left the corner. Rei come around again.

"RITSU DOKO?!"

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"Unfortunate souls... Where granted to be able to join the realm of the living by going through a process where a living most show them love and acceptance to be one of them. To enjoy their presence in the world as someone fits to live in this world. Adults humans cannot accept oddity in their mature age.

" So the blue star and the first dollmaker, thought about trying out with the children who would accept the oddity as a new realm of possibility and befriend the unknown and accept them. A way to them is through toys or dolls. So the first doll was made. Kanata Shinkai. The first owner was a precious child who accept Kanata yet only as an imaginary friend--

"Hey I wanna ask about Ritsu... Why am I hearing this... Through I think I heard this story before... Just Kanata version."

You raise a hand to pause Mayoi from his story telling as he serve you some Cocoa. It seems were in some underground house he knows in ES.

"Oh my... My bad. Fufu. MC seems to not like stories anymore." Mayoi chuckle as he seat beside you. You lean your head on his shoulder which made him smile slightly blush.

"I like stories. Especially if it's you who's telling it." You mumble, snuggling close to him. "You and I have work you know? We only have till we get spam by message to hear the story. Maybe next time I will hear the story."

"Hmm, I guess. I shall skip to the important part then." He mumble as he lay his head on your head, you giggle as his hair went in front of your face.

"Okii. I still wanna hear full story letter ùwú." You proceed to untie his hair and made his hair full down to your side, pretending you have double color hair in one side. He chuckle as he realize what your doing.

"Ritsu... He was made into a doll, after a while. Like a many Dollmaker later. But sakuma went and picks him up as his able to maintain his human form as the new head of the so called 'vampire' family. So they been together since then. The younger sakuma have attachment issues. So when Rei suddenly disappear for how many years. When Rei promise they'll be together forever as brothers and be human together. Ritsu fallen in depression." He mumble.

"Dolls can be depress too you know? When they Do...like humans, they too wish to not able to see another day. A doll and unfortunate souls hearts are very fragile... It's easy to break if you handle it carelessly. It easily be filled with love, hate, self loathing and many emotion their surrounding gives. When it break their emotions will pour out and their knots will untie... Hence the end to dolls. Well at least until someone fix them. But who knows what change happened to them once fix? They could be another whole set of personality and abilities when they did." Mayoi takes a sip of his sweet cocoa.

"Do you know...? Your very special dollmaker. You can improve thr quality of dolls when you fix them. All rhr threads you sew in each dolls is full of love and affection." He held your hand.

"Ehh ... Dolls with Magical ability. Does everyone have one?" You wonder what's the ability of others. You seen only few. Mostly Kanata, Rei and Mayoi. Maybe you forget some dolls.

"Are you interested ? You could always ask them you know?" He chuckle a bit at your question. "Everyone would be thrilled to show a trick or two."

"Can you show me yours?" You do know he help you in your task with Kaname for some reason. But remember Rei super cool bats and stuff. You wonder if Mayoi have something like that too.

"...ah." he felt blinded at your gaze of excitement and have to cover his eyes a bit. Your excitement makes him both happy and worried because you might not get what level of expectations you have.

"D-do you wanna see...?" He ask you. After a long silence and thoughts.

"Hmm!" You nodded your head.

"o-ok..." Mayoi cover your eyes, threads surrounded the two of you before you two are gone from the living world.

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The Void

"I-i... I can show you this place." Mayoi slowly Remove his hands and show you the void or his own little dark space.

Through it can be described a place with fluffy floor and many glowing balls laying in the ground. It look like a nursery or incubator. "D-dont touch any souls ok? They'll suck your energy uncontrollably." He warned.

"Oooh so many souls." You mumble but saw an oddball which is a doll shadow of red and black sleeping in the floor. Your eyes sparkle.

"Uhmm... M-MC!?" Mayoi clearly know that gaze of yours as you quickly pick up the shadow doll and hug em before he could stop you.

"Uwuuwuw so cute!" Your doll obsess self have once again taken over you. You felt slightly weaker but the doll slowly become less of a shadow like than before.

"M-MC let go of that little one...!" Of course Mayoi saw your losing some energy as doll gain its original look. But you won't budge with your hold with the haunted doll.

"Nyooo!" You protest running away from Mayoi, a bit sleepy but you starting to see the cutie doll face.

"M-MC, come back here p-please and let go of that haunted doll!" Of course Mayoi give chase on you before long he caught up to you, the two of you soon collapse in the soft black fluffy floor and you almost drop the haunted doll but carefully held it close as it finally regain it's look.

The has mid-length black hair with bangs and side bangs that frame his cheeks. He has a tiny speck of hair and a stray bang sticking out of his head. He has droopy red eyes and a fair complexion.

"*Yawwnnn... Sup...?" The haunted doll greets as it's awaken by constant running while being carried. But he felt suddenly comfort at your presence like a sweet bed and snuggle against your arms and slept again.

"Ahh......!?" You suddenly felt your heart been shot. "So cute!" You giggle as you snuggle to Mayoi who lay on his back, a bit tired on chasing you in the void.

"*Yawn. I felt sleepy." You giggle as mayoi made his arms as your pillow. He look at your face and the haunted doll your holding.

"..." He sigh as he ruffle your hair. He want to remove the doll from your hold as you slowly slept to his arms but realized you won't budge either even as you sleep.

"Uhm... This is problematic." He mumble as he hug you with one of his free hand instead of trying to remove the Haunted doll off. He wave his hand, the threads form a cover, and cover the two of you as colorful balls around bounce toward one another in midair.

Maybe he should just show you a few tricks of threads instead. He thought as he too start to fall asleep.

...

🌙 Tag List: @valeriele3 @emikoisdead @allimili

🌙 ritsu and Aoi case is both different case of haunted dolls ok?

🌙 who's curious for everyone abilities? 🤨

🌙 sleeping Ritsu for ya all.

🌙 Part 5 official start. Hopefully finish before end of this week AHAHA.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #Ritsu sakuma x reader #Rei Sakuma x reader #Kuro Kiryu x reader #My Darling Dolls AU Main story #MDD PART FIVE

[ghiblicottage]

see for me it's weird like, i like porn (i'm trying to stop for religious purposes), but i don't feel sexual attraction to people?? ever?? how do those two things integrate??? am i demi?? idk man idk it's confusing

dude same like ive been in this cycle of “wtf am i” for months/years now and i still have nothing figured out its exhausting

oh man this is gonna be long ill just go on a rant of all thats been going on on my mind for all this time lmao this is way too personal but whatever if not here where am i gonna share any of this … so all my rambling under the cut for anyone curious about my experience with being ace (probably, idek tbh)

i just? don’t feel things toward people ? but sex & love are okay/appealing to me? but also how the fuck should i know if i like it ive never tested it

and theres this constant pressure of telling wether you like males or females and u like? both? neither? idk ?? i just dont feel any different toward them? can’t tell wether its because im attracted to both or none? i can tell wether people are pretty, gorgeous, pleasing to look at even hot? but? boobs, penis, butts, pussy all that shit is just the same for me i can look at them i get this big nothing inside me … 

when i talk to my friends about it, okay im not blunt about it i try not to sound weird cause the real word is Judgy lmao but like id go “so like what’s sexual attraction for you?” and then theyd tell me “idk it feels kinda hot down there and shit when you look at someone hot” and yep none of that for me but then for the big Straights™ they are it’s obviously because im closeted gay or im just weird and prude you know, and on tumblr where the Gays are more vocal and share their experience i just cant relate either? so i just end up feeling like i fit in nowhere you know

kinda why itd be nice to have more asexual characters in popular media cause honestly im not here to explain over and over what it means to people who will only think that it makes you weird like yeah no thank you, so id like to be able to go like “you know that famous character ? yeah im like that too” and be done with it

ive come to define being ace as the opposite of bi, like we feel the same toward anyone as straight people feel toward the same gender and gay people feel toward the opposite one, if that makes any sense

but where do you go from there? sometimes ill get these fantasies about being in love and being in a relationship and being loved by someone and id be craving physical affection and hugs and just not feeling this void inside me but then i get confused as to wether or not i would be able to reciprocate any of that affection and if yes with who then? like what can i promise if i get in a relationship? are my feelings gonna be as deep as yours or is it just on the surface, if you wanna get physical how far am i gonna be able to go? i just got this endless list of questions going on and on and on its… exhausting

things like porn and smut, i think i like it but its more of a way to visualize things i dont know of i guess rather than something deeply exciting to me… im guessing people who really feel sexual attraction like it more, seeing all those naked people and stuff idk … like just when my brothers talk about “boobs” (okay theyre like 14 and 17 so not quite the reference but whatever) or when my friend talk about guys they find hot, i mean i can see that it’s sexual attraction they’re talking about and im just here yeah those are big stacks of meat but whatever you do you i guess

and when it comes to “love” i know that i want it you know i havent been fantasizing and getting all these butterflies over my ships since i was 10 for nothing, i crave this deep emotional connection, but also i cant seem to be able to feel it for anyone ? the closest ive gotten to a crush was when i was 14 and this guy said he genuinely liked me, as in liked my personality (because i got quite a few guys asking me out just for my looks who had never even talked to me and it always made me incredibly uncomfortable), and i got butterflies about it for like a day and a half lol but then it went away pretty quickly anyway and turned out he had a crush on my best friend which honestly didn’t even disappoint me… i think i just liked the idea of someone liking me for who i am you know. and i dont think ive ever felt anything like that for anyone since then so …  i also have never fell for my girl friends which i heard is a thing commonly experienced by lesbians

and here comes the confusing part, because if im gonna watch porn id rather watch lesbian porn, het porn makes me uncomfortable more than anything its like always about the male gaze, male pleasure idk, and i know lesbian porn is pretty much always about the male gaze too unfortunately but at least it shows female pleasure you know… and also i feel like girls smile more in lesbian porn which i like better but im not an expert lmao, and AT BEST id rather watch a good movie sex scene where ive been able to watch the people fall for each other first like in the handmaiden for exemple. But when it comes to fic/smut fic (and general shipping) i think i only ever read m/f ones, i think the idea of a guy falling in love with a girl is a thing i really love cause forgive me but irl guys dont seem capable of any emotions… SO what does that mean ?? wtf am i?? i dont fucking know smh

basically i guess all i can say is im on the ace spectrum and everything is confusing af, and im completely oversharing so feel free to ignore lmao but i thought maybe some confused ace over there might like to read about someone who has somewhat of a similar experience idk, id like that i guess, it’s kind of hard to find a place to fit in anywhere so its nice to feel a sense of belonging like we’re not alone or broken and all that

i hope i havent been too disrespectful or anything, also i kind of dont really like watching porn and, i mean its not like im a big consumer of it anyway, but im thinking of stopping too because this industry is incredibly hurtful to women and i think its good that you are trying to stop! 

anyhow im embarrassed now lmao i cant believe im sharing all that but whatever here we go

#anon #asks #ace tag #i'm so here for people sharing there ace experience in my ask box #im completely over sharing lmao #if anyone feels like psychoanalysing me go ahead lol #please though dont send me hateful stuff cause i got bad anxiety about those #also ive always wondered if maybe those lack of feelings are realted to symptoms of depressions idk #Okay i need to stop #im gonna hide in the corner now goodbye

[jeonfiles]

once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

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[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Paintings | Xiao

This got really long but I liked it

Genshin Impact Masterlist ♤♤ "here's the dump"

Xiao watched as he sat on a rock. Y/n painting the scene of night infront of them a lantern by her side.

The Wangshu Inn painting almost complete. How she did it he'd never know.

"Who is that," Xiao questioned looking at the small person standing off into the distance on top of the building, holding their hand out and hovering above their palm a star.

"It's you," Y/n responded.

Xiao kept quiet, Y/n making the last few details to the painting before finishing it off with her small little signature at the bottom corner.

"Alright!" Y/n smiled, "it should be dry in a few it is a bit chilly after all."

She started putting her things away in her art satchel and once she was cleaned up she pulled out a small handheld sketchbook. That was something Xiao was never allowed to look into, and he never knew why, but he allowed it. After all, he was a guest in her space. The two couldn't even be considered friends after all.

Xiao had found her one day in the woods, in a hillcurls camp no less. Luckily no abyss mages around. They surrounded her hanging off her back and arm as they watched her there camp.

Y/n smiled as they cheered the ones standing cheering in a circle causing Y/n to chuckle. It was odd seeing such creatures so passive and around a human no less.  Yet they scurried off at the sight of Xiao. Y/n turning her head he found himself hiding quickly behind the trees. His eyes watched her's which scanned the land in wonder but soon returned to her painting, and Hilcurls slowly made their way back to Y/n, finding their previous spots. Y/n finishing the painting up with the last details in their mask. They go back to cheering and even dragging her over to eat with them while the painting dries. They handed her wild fruits, seeds, and nuts. They happily ate together until Y/n had to leave packing up and waving to her new little friends goodbye. She walked through the forest painting in her arms and satchel around her chest.

Xiao would continue to follow her and watch her paint from afar, slowly growing closer each time. Until Y/n had offered him to join her. He now often watches from behind her sat on a rock or log as she paints the scenery in front of her. 

Xiao looked at the painting she had just finished, returning to the present in the process. Y/n still sketching the newest thing in her book. The leather cover is worn through well from her travels. Yet she closed it and started to finish putting her stuff away once again. 

"Are you hungry?" She questioned.

"No." He spoke.

"Okay then," Y/n said, "Im gonna head back, get somethin to snack on."

Xiao watched as she folded up the easel slipping it in her bag even if it stuck out a litte bit. Touching the canvas carefully it was semi dry; tacky to the touch.

She muttered her something to herself and picked up the canvas carefully by the back post.

"Bye then." Y/n spoke, walking off to her home leaving the lantern for Xiao.

He picked up the lantern, following her steps from a far. She followed the path easily, she had taken it multiple times.

"You can come up here if you wish." Y/n spoke stopping in her steps and looking back at him.

Xiao stopped as well. No response to her words. He hoped to stay far away. Not close. Figuring if he got to close she'd blow away with the wind like the petals to a cherry blossom tree.

"Come on." Y/n spoke gesturing for him to come closer.

His feet listened to her, walking up besides her in silence.

"What do you like to eat?" Y/n questioned.

He didn't respond again, he had gotten to close already.

"Perhaps some Miso soup would be nice." Y/n spoke.

"Almond Tofu..." Xiao responded quietly.

"Almond Tofu?" Y/n spoke, "yeah I can do that."

It was silent the rest of the way to her home, she opening the door and two dogs running out in excitement.

"Hey babies!" She cheered careful of the painting. They spinning in circles and tails going a mile a mintue.

"I missed you too! Aw!" Y/n cheered thet barking in response as she walked in the door, the two following, "please! Make yourself at home! Sorry its a mess!"

The dogs ran back to Xiao, sniffing his feet and legs checking him out as they barked at him.

"Shh." Xiao shushed.

The dogs still barking at him, "no. Shh shh!"

The dogs barks only grew louder.

"Hey! Stop it!" Y/n shouted the dogs running off and jumping onto the near by couch.

Y/n returned shortly a hoodie and some sweats in hand.

"These might fit you if you want to relax." Y/n told him, he still standing there akwardly in the center of her living room as he held the lantern.

Walking up she took the lantern then handed him the set of chlothing.

"I don't-"

"I have some soba took if you want that with your Almond Tofu." Y/n spoke pushing the chlothes to Xiao's chest, "relax okay?"

"But I-"

"How many bowl of tofu you want? Hm? I can make a bunch." Y/n smiled, refusing to let Xiao not have a break.

It was silent for a long moment.

"Three...." he responded quietly.

"Three it is!" Y/n cheered, "there's a bathroom just round the corner. Go change. You like tea?"

Xiao nodded, Y/n smiled, "I'll be back then."

With that she left, he going to the bathroom as instructed. He looked at the walls filled with pictures. Large groups of people at a time. Y/n in all of them, happily hugging someone or smiling. She seemed so happy. Finding the bathroom he walked in, diffrent jars with dried paint filled with paint brushes, brush up sat drying. With tacky wallpaper. He pulled his chlothes off, folding them in a stack as he pulled the sweats on, pulling the hoodie on after words. He had no idea what he was doing an at the end of dressing he had put the large hoodie on backwards he confused on why there was the extra cloth but walked out with his chlothes in his arms. His feet feeling chilly from the cold wood floor. He had accidentally wattled his way into the kitchen. She busy getting the dog food ready and placing them on the floor they both happily eating and she washing her hands.

Turning her head she seen him standing there, smiling she dried her hands and walked over.

"You have this one on backwards. Let me help." Y/n spoke.

The chlothes were gently taken from him, and set on the counter.

"Do you mind if I help you?"

He shook his head no, she smiling.

"Here pull your arms out." Y/n told him.

She watched him struggle to pull his arms out, "here I'll help."

She helped him slip his arms out he following her orders as she pulled the hoodie to face the right way.

"Better?"

He nodded as he put his arms in, now feeling much more comfortable.

"Feel free to explore. Nothings off limits." Y/n told him, "you can learn a bit about me now. And then at dinner you can tell me all about yourself hm?"

"My...self?" He questioned Y/n with a smile nodded going to return to cooking leaving Xiao to explore.

He did as he was ordered. His "exploring" taking him down the same hall filled with pictures and paintings. Yet this time he contuined down past the bathroom. Finding a few doors. The first he opened was her room which he immediately closed. His face a bright red once he realized what it was with a short glance.

The second one he found himself more invited in. Her studio room, walking in carefully he looked around.

What a room of chaos. Paint everywhere, both in and out of tubes. Brushes, jars of water. Tarps covering what he assumed was her canvases, both painted and waiting for that splash of color. He looked up at the walls covered in sketches and reference images taped to the original peices.

She had a wall covered in portraits which drew him in the most. He had realized some of them, such as the traveller, and his companion. Some of the Lyuie gods were drawn, he figured she had refrences them from books or ancient carvings. All impressive yes, yet one section caught his eye. Drawings of him, most likely refrences from when he sat with her in silence. Drawings of his hands and tattoos covered diffrent pages, and as he grew closure to the center they got more detailed, more him: drawings that were just his hands soon turned into his face. All holding the same, no existant expression of solitutde.

There was a soft meow as he turned his head, a cat sitting on the open windowsill. Tiliting its head to the side as Xiao copies the motion, the cat having big green eyes as it mewowed. Dropping down to the wooden floor and strolling over to Xiao rubbing its head on his leg.

"Xiao!? I finished!" Y/n called as the dogs rushed into the art room, Xiao scooping up the cat at lighting speed, the dogs barked up at the cat.

"Hey! What did I tell you guys!" She argued, "get in here! And bring Sunny if shes in there!"

The dogs sat down looking at Xiao, the cat jumping out of his arms as one of the dogs picked her up by the back of her neck they rushing away. Xiao following the animals back into the kitchen, Y/n setting a bowl of fish down and the dogs setting the cat down she quickly went over to eat.

Xiao was handed two bowls, he following her lead to her small nook with windows on all sides. She set her bowls down he doing the same, sitting down he expected her to follow but she left. Returning with a tea pot and cups.

"Sakura tea." Y/n spoke with a smile setting a cup down infront of him and pouring the pink liquid.

He watched as the scent filled his nose. It was sweet and welcoming. He didn't remember much about that dinner, he knew the food tasted amazing, but he was focused on her. Her smile as he told her whatever she asked, it was bad.

This was bad. His amber eyes so focused on her smile, she alll ears, and his mouth ran. It ran for miles, he saying things he never should of told her about: he an adapti, he knew Morax, he knew the other adapti, he spilled it all out. Just to get closer to her. To just touch her hand.

How bad this was.

"You sound like you have the quiet handful." Y/n chuckled, "I suppose I should thank you for protecting me without even knowing, so in return anything you want I can get you."

Anything?

Xiao was quiet as he started to finish off the last of his Almond Tofu.

"Hey. I don't know if Adapti sleep. But." Y/n smiled, "wanna stay here for the night?"

Xiao stopped eating, "I...sleep in the same bed as you?"

"Ah well." She spoke rubbing the nape of her neck, her face turning red, "I have a spare bedroom...though if you wanted my bed I usually sleep in my art room."

It was silent, Y/n lifting the cup of tea to her lips. Eyeing Xiao as she did.

"I can tell you don't spend time with people much." Y/n told him setting the cup down, "A bit rough for words?"

Xiao nodding both in thought and answer, causing Y/n to smile.

"That's alright. The only time I talk to anyone human is if Im making a sale. People aren't exactly my thing." She spoke.

"The drawings on the wall?"

"From a distance, picture wise they were mostly forced upon me. But if I do have anyone over I'd like them to think Im not such a loner with a hord of animals." She joked, "truth be told I think your the only human Friend I ever had. You know. And the only adapti friend. Think its one of the reasons I've been able to draw you so much."

Xiao sipped his tea, she just openly admited it? Like it was no big deal.

"Do. Do I only make one expression?" He questioned.

"Ah. I didn't mean it in a bad way. Sorry." Y/n apologized, "honestly, like I said, your the only friend I've really had, you stick around giving me more opportunities."

"And the Hillcurls? Ruin Gaurds?" He questioned.

"Well I helped a Hillcurl from drowning one time. Only a child Im supposing since then all those guys have been sticken around. Sometimes. I open my door and there's a group of them holding things they stolen, they've tried to give me." Y/n told him, "I always give it back to the owner. Or give it to local authorities. Just drop it off in crates infront of there place of bussniess."

"It has vaule. Why don't you sell it?" Xiao questioned, "Humans like mora."

"Mora has no use to me really. I have my own garden, built my own home from scratch. I know how to fish, boil water. I make my own paints, my own canvas." Y/n told him, "I have no reason for Mora. I just take it to be nice. I have Mora all the way from my first painting actually."

"Then why keep it around?"

Y/n shurgged, "Maybe it makes my house just feels fuller. It's not very warm though."

Y/n kept her gaze on the small pool of syrup at the bottom of her almond tofu bowl. Then looked up at him, "say."

He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Let me paint you one day." Y/n spoke, "a big peice. I know a cherry blossom tree that stays pink year round."

"Me?" Xiao spoke.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah. It'd be a nice little picnic. I can make some more almond tofu, I seen you ate all of it."

Xiao flushed looking down at his clean bowl, syurp and all gone, the bowl itself might as well as be clean.

"Whattya say?" Y/n smiled, "A win win right?"

Xiao could only nod in response, he truly had no idea what he was getting into and neither did Y/n.

He had no idea what it would grow into what it did. What did it grow into? Well, Y/n had started off with the simple painting of Xiao under the cherry tree, she was quick at capturing poses, he holding a cherry blossom in hand. Looking at it blankly. She happily submitted it to a Lyuie art show, for fun. Nothing expected out of it. Yet it hit town hard, people echanted by a beatiful man holding a beautiful petal.

Y/n or Xiao didn't get much wind of it they both locked away in her humble abode with smiles starting to grow on each other's face. The next one hit Monstat pretty hard as well. Xiao looking frustrated as he attempted to paint, the cat rest on his shoulders as he did.

She was a faceless name, popularity growing to her name without her even knowing. Slowly everything started to get even more personal, her emotions and paintings included. She couldn't help but feel Xiao tug at her heart every time there was a sleepy good morning fall from his lips. Or a "what's this page about today?'

She loved every moment of it. Paintings grew from just random ideas to daily life, petting dogs, gardening, swinging on a hammock.

Yet at the same time she hated it. How lonely he looked in all them, despite an animal or a line of sight directed towards the audience showing that they were ment to be involved too.

It made her lonely.

Xiao walked into her art studio, cups of tea in hand.

"What's this one today?' He questioned kissing her temple as he found his spot next to her on the bench.

"Some fruit."

Xiao frowned, Fruit? She hated painting, drawing, sketching, shading fruit. With a passion. She never explained why but he knew she didn't like it.

Taking a sip of tea which was handed to her he looked at the blank canvas. She always envisioned her paintings before doing one.

"How come you never paint you?" He questioned.

"You're awful talktive today," Y/n spoke bluntly, realizing her tone she apologized quickly, "Sorry, just. Lost right now."

"Should I come find you?" Xiao questioned drinkimg his teas as Y/n laughed.

"Maybe I need a bit of finding." Y/n spoke.

He smiled smally, leaning over and kissed her on the lips softly, she slowly kissing back.

Slolwy they pulled away Y/n smiling at him as he rubbed her bottom lip.

"I found you." Xiao smiled.

She laughed, snorting a bit as she covered her mouth in reaponse. He covered his mouth.

"Are. Are you laughing at me?" She protested he shaking his head trying not to laugh.

She smiled deviously, "You're laughing because I snorted!?"

He nodded his head not being able to keep a lie and let out a laugh, Y/n smiling at the sound of it.

"Well I know exactly what Im gonna paint now." Y/n protested.

"Yeah? Lets hope it's not a bowl of fruit." He spoke.

"And you're gonna help me."

"Oh really?" He spoke, Y/n with a chuckle leaned over kissing him hard, he smiling kissing back.

The next painting submitted to Mondstat's newest art show was a painting of him in her in the background. Framing the painting was her art room, and a bowl of fruit in the right hand corner.

Signed Y/n and X in the corner.

#genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao fluff #genshin xiao #xiao x female reader #genshin impact

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

New ‘Do

Summary: Reader has a sort of fettish for Spencer's new haircut, and Spencer then explains to the team and reader how he could tell.

CW: talk of hair fettish (obvi lol), describing sexual things, kissing, talk of sex, hair-pulling

AN: hey guys!! So I know this is my second blurby one shot in a row, but idc lol im lazy. i hope you enjoyyy <33

Reader's POV:

Spencer Reid and his hair will officially be the death of me.

Something about the way he styled it always got to me.

During our various sexual encounters, I would always tug his head back with his hair. And of course, he fucking loved it, which only fueled my..fettish for his hair even further.

That's why when he said that he was going to chop off his chestnut locks, I couldn't help but protest.

"But Spencer! I love your long hair!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air dramatically as he chuckled, walking into the kitchen of our apartment to grab a water bottle. He had just told me the news, and I felt like a part of me was going to go missing. I don't care how dramatic I sounded.. It was the truth and only the truth.

"Y/n, I'm just chopping off a few inches! It's gone on to be too long since my last cut.. I look like a nerdy Jesus." he said, opening his water bottle as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I walked closer to him, running my fingers through his hair as he took a sip from his water. I looked at his beautiful locks as though they had hypnotized me. "But it's so pretty...I love it. I love to tug on it! Spence, how am I supposed to play with it?" I whined, and Spencer sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he put his hands on my waist.

"Baby, I promise you'll be able to play with my hair once I get it cut. I just need it out of my face for work."

"Then put it in a little bun!" I squeaked, my hands still tangled in his curls. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing was childish, but something about his longer hair made my whole body light into a beautiful flame.

Spencer rolled his eyes jokingly, pulling me to him for a heated kiss to nicely say, shut up. After a moment, he pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine before kissing the tip of my nose.

"I'm getting it cut tomorrow. End of story. So say goodbye to my 'Jesus Reid' haircut," he said, cupping my jaw with his right hand, as he ran his thumb gently along my lips. I sighed in defeat, tugging on Spencer's hair slightly as a whine slipped past his lips.

That's when I got an idea.

I tugged his head all the way back, littering kisses on his neck and sucking on the soft tissue of his skin lightly. Spencer whimpered softly, the sound and his hair woven between my fingers making fire burn course through my veins.

"Aren't you gonna miss me yanking on it?" I asked innocently, showing off my best puppy eyes before I kissed the column of his throat.

"You'll be able to yank on my new hair." he stated simply, gripping my hips with more power.

"But it won't be the same!" I groaned, throwing my arms loosely around his neck. Spencer laughed once more at my dramatics.

"Y/n, I'm getting my haircut tomorrow. There's nothing you can do about it! Now, we have the whole night ahead of us, and if you want to get one last yank on my hair, I suggest we begin now." he said smugly, and I giggled bashfully; following Spencer to the bedroom to begin our fun 'adventures'.

Let's just say: he and I didn't get much sleep that night.

--

The next morning, I awoke to Spencer shutting our apartment door as quietly as possible.

That's when it hit me.

He got his haircut!

I hopped out of bed, rushing into the living room to find Spencer. His beautiful hair had obviously been cut a few inches shorter, giving him a sort of prince look.

And I swear to all things holy, my heart stopped beating.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

I felt heat flood throughout my body as he turned around, his hair sort of messy-- although extremely charming.

I walked up to him, running my fingers through it as he laughed.

"Well good morning to you too." he greeted, planting his hands on my waist before asking me a quick, "How do you like it? I think I'll change it soon but it's good enough for now."

"No!" I squeaked, feeling my cheeks warm up as I pulled him to me, kissing his lips fervently as I whimpered against him.

Spencer was about to put his hands on my face before we heard an incessant ringing from his bag.

"Fuck," he breathed, kissing my lips softly before fishing for his phone that was hidden away in his satchel. He retrieved it, flashing me the screen to show me who was calling. Damn it! It was Hotch. 

Spencer answered it, holding the phone up to his ear as I made my way to him, beginning to suck on his neck and collar bones as he spoke. "O-Okay, yes I-I'll tell her. A-alright. Bye."

He hung up, groaning softly when I sucked on the sweet spot of his neck. "Y-Y/n, we have a case, baby."

I sighed, kissing my way up to his lips.

"So I'm guessing you like my hair?" he chuckled, and I nodded fervently, biting my bottom lip. 

"Good." 

Spencer smiled, bending his neck down a bit to lightly kiss my lips, before telling me we had to go as soon as possible.

I reluctantly agreed, wanting more from him but turned around and walked back to our bedroom as I began to get ready.

A few minutes later, we each grabbed our things and headed out the door to the BAU jet to do the briefing of the case.

Oh, boy.

This was going to be a long one.

--

We had made it on the jet, the team's reactions to Spencer's haircut full of hilarity.

JJ was the first to say something, who did a swift, "Well, hello."

Spencer had pressed his lips into a thin line, a confused look on his face as he looked around; seeing the team member's stare.

Hotch was next to say something, in which he furrowed his bushy eyebrows together to prompt the question that made the whole team burst out laughing: "What, did you join a boyband or something?"

Spencer's eyebrows crinkled together as he spouted, "W- No."

"Awe, come on guys I love it." I said, taking a hold of Spencer's hand under the table as he smiled at me, his cheeks a light pink.

"That's because you're in love with him, pretty girl." Derek teased, flashing a toothy grin at me as I felt my face get warm.

The team laughed a bit more, agreeing with Derek's sentence before Hotch began the briefing.

Our case was based in Boise, Idaho.. Apparently, a serial killer had been revealed to have been posting his murders on the Internet, accumulating quite a collection of fans in the process.

Ew.

Disgusting.

Now, we were about an hour into the plane ride, and I tried distracting myself with my book, but I just couldn't.

I couldn't stop myself from staring.

He was so addicting to look at.

He noticed my gaze on him as he looked back at me. 

"What?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I think Y/n likes your new hair, Reid." Emily said, causing the others that weren't asleep to look up from what they were doing to joing in on the conversation.

"Ooh, I think pretty girl has a hair fettish," Derek chuckled, poking me in the ribs as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Wh-! I do not!" I exclaimed, feeling a blush color my face.

"No, I think you do." JJ smirked, laughing with Emily.

Thank God, Rossi's asleep.

"She definitely does," Spencer piped up, his face and tone completely innocent.. As though he was about to state one of his fun facts. Which I guess in a way this was a fun fact.. Fun for everyone else except me.

I looked at him incredulously, hitting his chest lightly.

"How do you figure?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest, daring him to say another word.

"Well when I got home this morning from the parlour and you saw me, you did this thing you do when you are about to orgasm," he explained, beginning to talk with his hands.

"Oh, what does she do, boy genius?" Emily asked, leaning over to get in on the fun. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Her breathing gets heavy and she has to hold onto something.. Usually that 'something' is my hair, but when she first saw me she gripped the back of the couch. Then she was kissing me alot and running her fingers through my hair. She whimpered a little bit too, which is something she also does when she is about to-"

"O-kay! Can we stop talking about me and orgasms?" I asked, hiding behind my hands in embarrassment.

"You asked me how I knew you had a fettish and I explained." Spencer said in a sing-song tune, the team member's laughing which eventually woke Rossi up.

"Wh-what are we laughing at?" he asked in a dazed state, his eyes barely open.

"I don't think you want to know," Hotch said, arching an eyebrow as he looked back down at his case files.

"No, I want to know." he shrugged, nodding his head. 

My eyes grew wide at Derek's response:

"Apparently, when Prettygirl is about to have an orgasm she whimpers. Oh, and she also has a hair fettish...Specifically with Spencer's hair."

"Dio mio! I did not want to know that!" Rossi cried, making me slap myself in the face as I groaned in embarrassment.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, cringing as I realized that Derek had practically told my grandfather about my sex life. "I'm going to get more coffee."

"Ooh, can you get me some?" Spencer asked.

"No." I said simply over my shoulder, throwing Spencer a pointed look.

I poured myself another cup of much needed coffee before Spencer walked up beside me.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just explaining facts to the team." he said softly, and I began to feel bad for making him think I was angry at him.

"Spence, it's okay, really," I laughed, and I saw a wave of relief wash over his features. I kissed him gently, tugging on his hair as he whimpered. "I guess I could always just tell the team that you whine and beg when I pull your hair." I whispered, untangling my fingers from his hair as I kissed him softly on the lips, Spencer's face a bright red.

"I must really like your new 'do, Spence."

And with that, I walked away, smirking at Spencer immediately throwing the washroom open, locking the door behind him.

He didn't open it until fifteen minutes later.

#domreader #subspencer #subspencerreid #sub!spencerreid #sub!spencer #dr.spencerreid #smut #haircut #fanfic #wattpad #criminalminds #spencerreidxreader #spencerreidxreadersmut #dom!spencerreid #domspencer

[murdertoothpick]

If you are available and interested, I would like to request NSFW Crosshair x F!Reader (potentially unrequited) and Clone Trooper x F!Reader. It is for Song Lyric Prompt 51. More specifically, Crosshair has a thing for a woman (maybe on the team, whatever works) who is already with a 'reg'. As good/special as Crosshair is, F!Reader has her eyes elsewhere.

dying to be him

Crosshair x fem!Reader, and a side of Jesse x fem!Reader | w/c: 2491

501 follower prompt list - [2] jealousy and [51] 'isn't it messed up how im just dying to be him' | 'sugar we're going down' by fall out boy | and other requests: 'a little something with maybe jealousy and/or prompt 51 with wolffe? or maybe rex? or jesse? or whoever really...' and 'Crosshair/fem!reader rough angsty smut.’

Warnings: smUT, jealous!crosshair, kinda rough, dirty talk, some degradation, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, closet sex, sort of break up sex, arsehole!crosshair but its hot in my opinion, angst, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: jazzed this up a lil, hope y'all don't mind. wanted to hit a few at once, you can call it lazy but i say efficiency. plus, this was meant to be a drabble but it got out of hand HAHA

Had it been someone else's door, Crosshair would have continued by, not sparing the sounds a second thought. But as he approaches your room, looking for some sympathy at close to midnight, he can't help but linger, ears tuning in to the noises behind the door.

'I'm - kark - gonna cum!' you squeal, adding meaning to the incessant clanging of metal on metal (undoubtedly now, the sound of your bed frame against the wall). He knows it's you, having pulled the same reaction from you on several occasions, typically after a hard battle or a late night out. But what he doesn't recognise is the accompanying grunts of a man that's not him, the muffled noises becoming more pronounced as you no doubt reach your highs—'Oh kark!' he hears you mewl, shameless in your private quarters.

Crosshair stands outside longer than he should—whether he's waiting or deciding how to act, he doesn't know. He could leave. In fact, he should leave. But a twisted feeling in his stomach keeps him in place as he struggles to comprehend the current situation. His body has chosen to wait, whether it's to catch a clue as to who your new companion is, or what the nature of your relationship with him actually is—he doesn't know. But it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

It was bound to happen one way or another; either you decided that maybe you wanted something more from each other, or one of you moving on to someone else.

He just thought that if it would be the latter, it'd be him.

It's not that he didn't think anybody else would want you—of course not, you're gorgeous, kind, and have a hell of a personality—but he didn't think anybody would dare pursue you after he's made his claim.

But she's not yours, he has to remind himself.

Why does he even care anyway? It's not like you two were in a relationship. It was a mutually beneficial agreement: sex with no commitments, no strings attached. Hell, you both agreed you could still see other people. He just didn't think either of you would.

The terms were stupid, he decides.

Crosshair feels betrayed. Did you not feel the same way he does? After all those nights under him: feeling him, breathing him in, knowing him in a way nobody else did...Did those nights mean nothing to you?

The noises have since dyed out and Crosshair finds his fist ghosting over the door, in the position to knock. He hesitates—and then he hears the shuffling of footsteps. It's only then does his body work with him, pulling him away from the door and out into the adjacent corridor.

But as he hides around the corner—his head thumping with anxiety and what could be embarrassment—he's confused by the familiarity of the voice that bids you goodbye.

That is, until the man walks past with a skip in his step, and Crosshair catches sight of the Republic Crest tattooed on his head.

That night, Crosshair tends to his own release alone and frustrated. He conjures up images of you from his memory, no stranger to the way you look, the way you feel or sound when he fucks you. But at the edge of his mind, he unwillingly imagines Jesse exploring your body the same way the sniper has, wondering if he hits the same pressure points, reaches just as deep as him, or fucks as good as he says he does.

He doesn't want to know. Not really.

Crosshair tries not to dwell on the way you avoid his gaze at mealtime, or the way you smile shyly when Wrecker points out a certain glow to you. It infuriates him, not being the one responsible for it.

He doesn't think he's jealous. Crosshair has seen you wince from the soreness in your legs after he's fucked you against the wall. He's seen you sob into the mattress as he takes you from behind. He's seen you on your knees and begging for him. He scoffs. Jesse has nothing on him. At least, he thought so until last night.

And while Crosshair tends to keep to himself, he can't help but run his mouth at the vague mention of your night with Jesse.

'Yeah, fucking a reg must've been fun,' he had sneered over the table, eyes narrowed and flitting to where some troopers of the 501st were sitting in the mess hall.

Appaled by the lack of decency he had shown to the rest of the group and the lack of respect towards you, you clenched your jaw, gesturing to the door with the nod of your head, 'Let's talk.'

You didn't talk, not really. Unless you counted shouting at each other in a storage room, your raised voices unheard through the durasteel door.

'These were your terms!'

'I didn't think you'd fuck a reg!'

'Jesse's nice!'

'He's a downgrade!'

'FROM WHAT?'

'FROM ME.'

He's unbelievable, you had thought to yourself. And you were seething, nostrils flared as you squared up to the man in front of you.

Crosshair feels inclined to be snarky, wanting to comment on how cute you look. But he's just as irritated as you, and he's not sure how much fuel he wants to add to the fire.

'Fuck. You.' you scowl, trying to move past him.

He plants his hand on the door frame, creating a plain barrier to prevent your exit. It takes everything in you to keep your breath steady as he leans towards your face.

'You can,' he whispers, and you can barely hear it with the pounding of your heart out of your chest. 'We can, for one last time.'

You stare up at him, heat rising to your face as you consider his proposition.

His hand leaves the door frame so that he can brush his thumb against your cheek, it's almost tender. 'Let me take care of you, one last time.'

Your heart involuntarily flutters, a warmth filling you in tandem with the heat between your thighs. But this is Crosshair. You don't want warm. You don't want him to promise something he can't give you. You want him to fuck you like he's always had. Hard and rough.

You surge up to kiss him, lips colliding in fiery passion, a mess of teeth and tongue. It's hot, you with your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you, and his hands are everywhere, finally pulling one of your thighs up to his hip to secure your body to his as he dips you.

You grind into him. It's frantic and lacking grace, especially since you can only do so much with one leg around his waist. He tugs at your bottom lip hungrily with his teeth, his hands groping your ass and pressing you harder against his codpiece, and the cool surface of the material sending a chill up your spine.

'Don't drop me,' you breathe against him, before your hands release their hold on his shoulders to slide between your bodies. You unclapse his codpiece, tossing it aside with a loud clang— neither of you really concerned when you both moan at the new, less restrained, friction between your intimate parts. Your hand snakes into his blacks, palming his member upon first contact.

'Ah - kark,' he groans as you take him into your hand. You smirk into the kiss, languidly dragging your fist along the length of his cock, feeling it harden with your slow movements.

Crosshair begins trailing kisses along your jaw, breath hot on your skin, and his pants becoming quicker in succession as you pump him faster into your fist. You yelp when he bites your neck, your hand giving him a particularly hard jerk of his cock in response, and then he's pulling you back to your feet and forcing your hand away from him, looking down at you with an intense gaze.

'Kriffing hells girl,' he growls, 'I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that.'

'What? You don't want to cum?' you jest, eyes narrowing in a challenge.

He glowers, eyes darkening as they cast over you. 'Don't wanna cum anywhere but in that pretty pussy.'

Yeah, your legs almost give out.

He captures your lips again, hungry and just a little more desperate than last time. He detaches only for his teeth to nip and graze at your collarbone. It's so kriffing hot that you're distracted from his wandering hands, making their way down to the band of your GAR-regulated skirt.

He inserts a hand into your panties, chuckling as his fingers run through your slick. 'So wet for a girl who just got fucked last night,' he derides, pride rising to his face as you clutch at his arms, rolling your hips in an attempt to get him to touch you. 'So needy.'

You whine as he inserts two fingers into your entrance, pumping them slowly to help slicken you up.

'Fuck, Crosshair,' you keen, biting your lip as you make eye contact with him through half-lidded eyes, 'Keep going.'

The movement quickens in pace just a little, mostly just becoming more forceful with each push. You keen against him in a mix of pleasure and pain as he begins scissoring you, slender fingers preparing you for the girth of his cock—currently straining in his blacks as he watches your face contort under his ministrations.

With his other hand, Crosshair frees his cock, pumping it to spread the precum that has gathered on the tip. He slowly removes his fingers from your cunt, careful to keep you steady, and then he's pulling one of your legs up to his hip and positioning his tip at your entrance.

'Greedy little girl,' he snarks, pushing the tip into you dreadfully slowly, 'taking two cocks in 24 hours.' You moan as he buries himself deeper, your walls convulsing erratically around him.

'Crosshair, please,' you whine, pulling his face to yours so he can see the desperation and lust in your eyes. 'Fuck me.'

He rolls his eyes at your impatience as he finally fits all of him inside you, reaching deep and prodding at your cervix. 'Relax, pretty girl. I said I'd take care of you.' He leans down to kiss you once again, this time a soft peck that makes you groan in irritation.

And then he's pulling out and fucking you like he always has. Fast and rough.

Crosshair grits his teeth as he pounds into you, eyes almost fixated in a glare as he fucks out his frustrations.

'What would your new boy toy say if he knew you were taking my cock not even 24 hours after his?' he grunts, hips pistoning into yours with an unforgiving pace.

He knows that Jesse isn't just a boy toy. He knows your new relationship with him is different to yours with Crosshair. He knows it's probably more fulfilling, and something you deserve.

He knows Jesse will make you happier than he ever could.

But Crosshair just runs his mouth. Because it's only as he's releasing his pent up frustrations that he can at least show a semblance of his emotional bitterness. It's honest at least.

'If I knew you wanted two cocks, we could've just asked Hunter. You didn't have to fuck a reg.'

Crosshair is seething. But he refuses to show any further vulnerability, especially not when you're so kriffing tight around his cock that he just wants to savour the feeling while he still can.

All you can do is moan, loud and shamelessly as he pins you against the wall with his unrelenting thrusts. High pitched whines contrast the low, gravelly groans the sniper lets out, him being too wrapped up in you to try to suppress them.

Your lack of verbal response makes him smug.

'What? Cockdumb are we?'

You open your mouth to answer, but it falls into a gasp as his hips begin thrusting up into you, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still in the new angle.

'Gonna miss this pretty pussy,' he grunts, breaths getting heavier. 'Gonna - kark! - cum inside...so you can feel me for a few hours longer. You want that, pretty girl?'

Your vocal chords finally work again when he begins rubbing rapid circles at your clit, the friction so painful but in the best way. 'Yes! Please...I want it.'

'Kriffing of course you do...you gonna cum soon? I feel you clamping down on me, that - kark! - tight little cunt.'

'Yesss,' you begin to chant, eyes screwing shut as you near your high, 'don't stop don't stop don't stop.'

As if Crosshair would stop knowing that this is the last time he gets to have you. There is no way in hell he'd be taking this for granted—especially since that's exactly what he had done with you. It's now his biggest regret.

'That's it, cum for me. I know you can. Just one last time,' he's set on not finishing unless you do, 'One last time for me.'

That sends you over the edge, into a silent cry as your body all but writhes against him as he continues fucking you, no doubt close to his climax. Your body feels almost numb, and you have to bring your attention to your other senses to regain clarity. The sounds are absolutely filthy: skin slapping skin and squelching as his cock slides in and out of your cunt, soaked with your release.

Crosshair growls at the sight of your fucked out face, chest huffing with pride as he reaches the peak of pleasure. His thrusts don't relent as he is overcome with that final wave of that euphoria—he continues to bury his cock deep inside you, begging for you to 'take it, Take my cock. Take my cum. All of it. It's yours. S'always been yours.'

You take every last drop, knowing it's the last time you will.

It's not until he pulls out, your bodies almost limp with exhaustion and pleasure, that the gravity of the situation collides full force into you.

You have no idea what to even say to him now. Thank you? How were you supposed to work with him after this whole...relationship? Was it even a relationship? This is not how breakups go. It's not a breakup, you remind yourself.

But fuck. Why does it hurt like one?

After flattening the front of your skirt, you look at him in this light for one last time. You're not interested in having a full conversation with him, not while you're both blissed out and in an after-sex haze.

You awkwardly shuffle to the door, opening it and smiling sadly at him over your shoulder. 'I'll see you around.'

He stops you with a small call of your name, and you allow yourself the vulnerability of looking back to hear him continue.

'Jesse's a lucky guy.'

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[george-fabian-weasley]

if we had 5 more minutes — f. w.

Summary: You thought you could save Fred from the rumbles of falling stones; you did your best, only to be in the rumbles with him instead.

Words: 2,160 words

Warnings ⚠ : ANGST, TW: Death, TW: Battle of Hogwarts, TW: war, TW: injuries, Fred died, you died, big Pain™, I strongly suggest tissues and a dozen of comfort chocolates, I cried so you will too, Basically An Emotional Rollercoaster, Read At Your Own Risk

Disclaimer: inspired by Billie Eilish's cover of The End of The World, so... ya'll know this is going to be a painful ride. Buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy. Reblogs and Comments are Highly Appreciated! <3 p/s: reading this with the song at the background really helps with the tear pouring effect ;)

Disclaimer 2.0: i know what yall are thinking... what tf is syaf doing, posting a fic when she’s in a hiatus she just posted yesterday? Also where is mad hatter chap 5 and epilogue? well, my brain likes to conjure up ideas at very inappropriate times (like rn) so bare with me and uh i’ve been really physically and mentally exhausted from work (retail is bathshit crazy) to write the mad hatter series so idk when will i update the two chapters but i’m working on it! thank you for being patient, and im sorry for causing you guys to wait for so long, ilysm don’t kill me <3 

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The end of the world.

The Battle of Hogwarts looked like the end of the world. Curses and spells thrown left to right, different kinds of bodies found at each corner and crook, walls here and there crumbling as down as hope for freedom. And blood.

At that point of time, the pools of blood on the floor look the same; pureblood or not. Because they bleed the same anguish red.

You didn't need to see the apocalypse of the world anymore. Screw the end of Mother Earth; this battle in front of your eyes was more than enough — sadly — to be your end of the world.

“Hey,” You called, causing Fred to turn his head around to your direction, his lips etched up a smile before replying with another hey. You sat next to him, the place where George had sat before he got up and left to speak with Professor Lupin.

Evil is winning, and good is losing. But then again, what difference would it make; if good kills as many as evil? At the end of the world, there is no good and evil alone. There are desperation, madness, and hunger for power, lust for victory brought along with them.

So, at the end of the world, you chose to be side by side with your lover, Fred Weasley. The red-headed dork you’ve taught yourself to pour your love into had become the very source of your life. He is your elixir, he is your soul, heart, and happiness.

It was silent for a while, none of you had anything to say. Yet the silence was comforting, with only the presence of each other as calming as it is. “Y/N,” Fred suddenly turned his head to you, biting his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm?” “Can you just stay at the Burrow?” 

You blinked, “What?” Fred sighed, “Can you just stay at the Burrow right now and not join the war? I- I don’t want you to join in-” “Fred-” “I-It’s dangerous and it’s literally a war a-and I don’t want you to get hurt I would- I would rather die than have you hurt-” 

“Fred!” You raised your voice, your hand clasping onto his securely, an effort to calm his frenzied thoughts. He stopped rambling and stared at you with those doe eyes you adored so much, “You know I can’t do that.”

“We need everyone on board for this war. I am no exception- bloody hell, even your parents are joining in, Freddie!” You tried to explain slowly, and Fred closed his eyes in denial of defeat. 

“I love you,” he suddenly blurted out. He noticed the slight fluster you had, your eyebrows were raised for a millisecond before they furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you saying this now? I-“ “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated himself and you shook your head, realizing what he was doing, “Wait, hold on a minute, no-“

He was saying it in case anything happens.

“Y/N, I love you-” “Don’t you dare say it one more time like you’re not gonna make it, Fred Weasley, I swear to Merlin,” You cut him off, your jaw clenching at his absurdness. “… Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Fred asked, his voice was small.

“I-” You sighed, “No, I won’t because I don’t want to say it right now, given the circumstances,” You paused, your voice quieting down, “It felt like a goodbye when you say it like that.” “Then when will you say it? We’ve been dating for almost a year and you'd never say it before,” He said.

“Really? This is the time to argue about this?” You gave him a pointed look, but your expression softened as you understood the meaning behind his actions. “Look, Freddie, I- You know how I feel about us,” You sighed, looking down at your hands on your lap, “You know I’m not that expressive with my words but- but I’m trying and- okay, let’s make a deal,” Fred’s ears perked up the mention of a deal. "I'm listening," he drawled.

“I’ll say the words when the war is over,” Fred gave you a sour look that clearly said ‘really?’ and it caused you to huff a smile, “Once everything is over, and everything is okay again, I’ll say them as many times as you want me to, okay?” Fred leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing his forehead.

“Even if I made you say it a thousand times?” He asked and you chuckled, your heart warming at his childlike question, “I’ll say it for an hour if you asked me to.”

It happened so fast.

One second you were fighting off the Death Eaters with Percy and Fred, and then the other, you find your body aching at the major pressure from the rocks and debris that used to be Hogwarts’ protective wall from the outside world.

It was dark, and it was dusty, but you were too unconscious to notice. That was until you felt your cheek being patted a few times. As you gained consciousness with a cough or two, you also gained the pending pain spreading all across your whole body. You couldn’t feel your legs, or safe to say your whole lower body part. 

Memories of you a few moments ago trying to push Fred away from the rumbles but ended up facing the falling stones head-on with him instead began to flow back into your mind. How foolish could you be to act like a hero, as if you could sacrifice yourself for him to live.

“… Y-Y/N…”

You turned your head with a silent grunt, and your eyes fixate at the body beside you, a few feet away, Fred. 

He had blood leaking from his nose and ears, probably from the impact, and his face was dusty with debris from the stones. As he looked at you, he threw you a smile; a weak, hiding the fact that he’s in immense pain kind of smile.

“F-fancy seeing you here,” he grunted with a wince, a smile nevertheless rested on his lips. “Fred…” you could only mutter his name, closing your eyes for a brief second at the growing pain on your thighs. The pressure from the rumbles had slowly increased, and you felt yourself losing consciousness again. Only to be brought back to open your eyes as Fred poked your cheeks a few more times, “Hey, hey, s-stay with me, love.”

“We’ll… We’ll be okay.”

You winced at the trickling sensation on your skin as you tried to move your fingers towards him, “It’s… It’s impossible, Fred…” You voiced out, your voice cracking up. You saw Fred’s lips quivered before he threw you another comforting smile, “Don’t… Don’t say that. We’ll make it… I-I know we will.”

“We… We will?”

Groaning from the injuries on his body as he tried to move closer to you, he nodded, “We will.”

You felt his fingers trying to reach for yours, and you handed him assistance as you hooked your fingers with his. His hand was cold, trembling. But it was Fred’s. And Fred’s hand is always warm.

“It’s… It’s so heavy,” You whimpered in pain, looking at Fred for comfort. All Fred wished to do at the moment was to be strong enough. Strong enough to push off these rumbles pressing onto his body. Strong enough to pull you out from the pain. All he wished for was for you to not be in pain anymore. But he knew he couldn’t do anything. The rumbles were too big, too heavy, and it would take a while for anyone to find them at the bottom of everything. 

Fred breathed out heavily through his mouth, slowly finding it difficult to breathe through his nose anymore, trying his best to look strong for you, “Stay with me, love. S-stay with me. Five more minutes. F-five more minutes and they’ll- they’ll save us…”

“Fred…”

“Five more minutes, I promise…”

You saw the desperation in his eyes, trying his best to somehow keep you afloat until you two are saved. You heard muffles from the other side, Percy screaming for Fred and you. His screams were sad and painful to hear; you would’ve cried for him if it wasn’t for the constant high-pitched ringing in your ears.

“Fred, h-hold my hand. P-please,” You whispered, finding no more strength to say anything louder than a whisper. He instantly intertwined your fingers with his, stretching as far as he could to reach you; no matter how screeching the pain in his lower body was.

“Fred,” You called him again. He chuckled a bit, “You’re… you’re saying my name a lot of times right now, darling.” You huffed a smile, the corner of your lips twitched, “… I want to ask you something.”

“… Anything.”

Your eyes met his, even in the darkness, his eyes still managed to look so beautiful. So earthly beautiful. “… Are you happy, Freddie?”

There was something about the way you say it, Fred couldn’t get a touch of what it was but… it felt like a goodbye. As much as Fred hated to admit, he wasn’t holding on much longer either. He was bleeding heavily from everywhere, his wand was out of his reach, and his body was starting to numb. His vision began to blur by itself, hence he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Trying his best to see your features clearly, one last time, if the worst happens.

This is it, he thought. This is the end of my line. 

Finding an urge to cry, but didn’t have enough strength to sob, Fred let out a tear or two onto the dusty surface he laid his head on, his eyes closing after the content stare of your beautiful— though bloody and dusty— face. How ironic, he’s slipping away first even though he was the one who said five more minutes.

If only you had five more minutes.

“W-with… With you? Heh, always… “ The whisper coming out from his mouth caused you to narrow your eyes at him. It felt strange, it felt wrong. Was he saying goodbye? Watching Fred close his eyes was alarming, so you gained all your strength to pat his hand a few times, “H-hey, Freddie… Five more minutes. Hang… Hang on for five more minutes, please.”

You squeezed his hand, and he naturally squeezed back, only this time it was weaker than usual. His grip on your hand started to soften, but you tightened yours desperately. The pain all over your body was partially forgotten, your only focus was on keeping Fred breathing and alive, as well as yourself. 

“I’m… I’m trying, my love… but I’m sleepy… and tired…” he mumbled, his words became slurred by time. He was on the edge, you realized that. Upon the sad realization, you bit your tongue, trying your best to prepare for the worst. “L-look at me, darling,” Your voice quivered, feeling the sandy surface on your temple as you tried to force your eyes open, to properly look at him, “Look at me.”

You knew it. He was slipping away from your fingers, and you were slipping too. It didn’t matter anymore even if Percy bulldozed his way to you now, it was too late. Simply too late. And that’s none of his faults. It’s none of his and none of yours.

Some things are just meant to be.

You took your other hand and placed it onto his cold, dirty cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, you gave him a comforting smile, “Fred.”

He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. He’s at the end, you acknowledged. You widen your smile to assure him, although the tears escaping your eyes say otherwise, “… You make me happy. You make me so so happy. And I… I love you.”

“I love you, Freddie.”

With a big smile, Fred widened his eyes weakly, letting out a sigh of content as he looked at you with gentle eyes,“… Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?“

Gentle eyes that soon hollowed empty.

“Yeah,” the dam of your tears broke down, “Took me a long time...” You squeezed his now lifeless hand, trying to find comfort and warmth from him for the last time. You smiled at Fred, whilst tears rolling down your temple slowly as if mourning the passing of your lover for you. You inched closer to him, careful not to graze your injuries, and met your nose with his.

You caressed his cheek, finally feeling yourself lose consciousness. This is it, you thought, I won’t wake up ever again. “You said we’ll be okay,” You whispered weakly, huffing a content smile on your lips. Staring into his eyes that had held so much love and pure unadulterated affection for you all these years, now empty with no trace of life, had sent you into pain more powerful than the injuries present on and in your body.

“I guess we will be, after this.”

“… You spent your last five minutes with me, huh?” You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, and your vision blurring continuously, “Aren’t you a sappy git,” the mere whisper escaped your mouth with a sigh. The warm smile never left your lips, and the only thing in your mind was how peaceful he looked as of that moment, and you wondered if you’ll ever be in that state of peace, with him.  

“No- no- no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! no!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them with his hand on Y/N’s head, and the pair of lovers stared at each other without seeing, the ghost of their last smile still etched upon their faces.

On our last few drags of air, we agree

I was, and you were

Happy

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"Hey" Shyly Reid looks at the man standing in front of his door, late in the evening. "What are you doing here?"

"I just- you seemed off today- do you mind if I-" Without waiting for permission Hotch steps into the apartment, pressing himself through the small crack Reid had opened the door to before looking at him properly.

Spencer had already changed out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes, the thick soft socks reaches partly over the end of his sweatpants, the stained hoodie he almost always wears at home covers his hands.

"I am worried" Hotch admits, "We have been- we started spending so much time and we went on those dates and I am worried I overstepped because now you are shielding yourself away. Not only from me. I got Morgan on speed dial- I am- if I made you uncomfortable- he will come over and you can talk to him- or me- it's just- I am- I am really sorry" He brings out pressing his lips together as he looks at Reid who takes a moment and then frowns at him.

"You didn't do anything wrong" Hesitantly he backs away even further from Hotch, "I thought we are- you know- doing pretty good."

"I thought so too but ever since three weeks ago, you have been quiet and when I try to ask you out, you are reclining everything I suggest and that's okay. We don't have to go out. But at least drinking a coffee together would be nice, you know." He explains, "I miss you"

Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, picking at the dry skin around elbows underneath the loose sweater as he does before his facial expressions slightly changed, like it does when Hotch watches him cracking a code on cases and he encrypted a little piece of it. "What is it?"

"Nothing. We can go out, it's not you." He assures him, looking down to the floor. "We can grab coffee tomorrow after work."

"If you don't feel up to it we don't have to."

"I do. I do. Everything is okay" Spencer insists and starts rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Did something happen three weeks ago?"

"No" Spencer quickly answers, a bit to forcefully to make it sound true. "No, nothing happened."

"Why don't we sit down?" Comforting Hotch tries placing a hand on Spencer but he flinches away, "I am sorry. Can we sit down? Is that okay?"

While he has his lips pressed together Spencer nods and walks first towards the couch, sitting down at the end. He crosses his arms in front of his stomach and presses them against his stomach before he leans forward far enough that it makes it comfortable to rock back and forth.

"Do you need anything?" Hotch questions worried. "Do you want your blanket?"

Spencer shakes his head but keeps on rocking back and forth.

"Did something happen with Jack? Did he say something?" Hotch asks trying to figure out what has him so upset but he shakes his head, "Did someone on the team say something about us? Did Morgan not like that we went out?"

He shakes his head again before taking one hand away from his middle and starts tapping his head with his palm in a steady rhythm before he speaks, "Morgan said he will kill you if you hurt me, Morgan likes you, Morgan likes to know I am safe. You can keep me safe. Morgan likes that."

"I am glad he does" Hotch answers and figures he is not the problem. "You can tell me anything"

"Not this thing" Spencer tells him and Hotch raises one eyebrow. "Not this thing. Not this thing."

"Why not?" He interrogates with a soft voice, "Spencer why can't you tell me?" He repeats when Spencer doesn't answer.

"It's a secret"

"It's a secret?"

"Not my secret." He explains and a tear rolls down his cheek, "It's a horrible secret."

"It is?" Hotch questions with sympathy in his voice and Spencer nods and sobs ones, holding himself again but signaling with his position that he doesn't want Hotch to touch him, "Is that why you have been so closed up? Does the secret do that?"

"It hurts."

"It hurts?" Hotch repeats waiting for Spencer to elaborate.

"Makes me feel sick and sorry." He tells him before adding, "It makes me feel really bad, like I did when Emily died. When my chest really hurt like someone is tying it but my stomach feels all empty"

"Do you mean grief? Are you grieving?"

"I don't know." Spencer sobs again, new tears running down his face as his body shakes, "It feels like when Emily died."

"Maybe it's grief we don't need to identify that right now, it's okay." Hotch tries to keep Spencer's frustration low. "Can you tell me who told you that secret?"

"No"

"Okay, that's okay." Hesitant Hotch scoops closer, "Come here" After a moment of hesitation Hotch scoops into the corner of the couch and Spencer follows him, climbing into his lap and curling himself up in a way that can hide his face against Hotch's neck as he cries. His hand gripping his shirt, as muffled sobs fill the apartment. "Okay, okay you are okay."

He waits for him to calm down until only sniffles fill the room, Spencer still leaning against him but being more spread out over the couch as he plays with Hotch's fingers.

"We are gonna try something, okay baby?" The nickname falls so naturally from his tongue, both men don't notice, "Why don't you tell me the secret. But you tell me with the TV-show we watched all day at my apartment? You remember the one Jack wanted to watch?"

"The one with the friend group?"

"Yeah that one"

"I am no allowed to tell you."

"If it makes you this upset you can tell me. It's okay. Nothing is gonna happen to you." Protectively Hotch places a hand on Spencer's cheek, making him feel shield away from the world around him.

"I am Jess." Spencer starts, "And the person who told me that secret is Cece."

"Cece who is together with Schmidt? With the little daughter?"

"Yes"

"Alright, I can follow." He assures him.

"And Cece had been sad and hurting. Like something really terrible happened. So Jess waited for her in front of the bathroom for a really long time. Because Cece also had a injury on her hand, like she had been punching something, but there is no one she should be fighting with." He stops and presses himself closer against Hotch, "So Jess waited and when Cece finally came out, she asked if they could talk and Cece eventually agreed and they went into an empty room and Jess asked what is going on. But Cece wouldn't tell her and told her- and told her that she should stop being so worried and stop being so her." He presses himself against Hotch again while he rubs his feet over the couch.

"It's okay, it's okay, you are doing good." Hotch tries calming him and slowly he stops moving im his arms again, "go on when you are ready"

"Jess told her that she can't help it. You know, because Jess was really worried and Jess sometimes doesn't know where personal boundaries are. Jess just wants to help and people think she is being nosy."

"Well Nick loved that about her"

"Not important" Spencer states, "Cece told her that not even she could come up with the word for what she feels. Because Cece has PTSD because she was in a terrible accident."

"She was?"

"Mmm Jess knew that and so Jess kept pushing and didn't read the signs and then Cece told her that she was pregnant when the accident happened-" Again Spencer breaks into a sob and moves in Hotch's arms again,

"You are okay, it's okay, it's okay, you did so good by telling me." He assures him and grabs both of his arms slightly leaning down on him, "Keep talking, you are almost done. You did such a good job."

Spencer by now lays with his back on Hotch's thighs, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as he tries hitting his hands together and Hotch realizes what he tries to do, let's go and let's him hit his knuckles together.

"What happened then? What did Jess do?"

"Jess had to keep the secret. Nobody knows."

"Does Schmidt know?"

"No, Cece was working abroad when she found out and when she lost the baby. Cece was all alone." He tells him and hits his knuckles together harder.

"How does Jess feel now?"

"Jess would have been godmother to a second child. Jess doesn't know what to feel because she never even met the child and didn't know about it but now feels like something is gone from her heart. Jess is sad."

"Did Jess ever talk to Cece again about it?"

"Jess found a way for Cece to say goodbye to the man who did this but she is worried she won't be able to heal." They stay quiet for a long moment, Spencer hitting his knuckles together, until Hotch holds his hand between Spencer's two fists who can't stop.

"I think JJ loves you so so much, and I think JJ is the strongest woman this earth has ever seen and I know this must be terrifying, to see her like this but she is going to survive it and she knows that she has you to lean on when times get hard and she has Henry and Will and I know that when she is home she has all the love and understanding around her she always wished for." Gently he moves his other hand up to Spencer's head, "And as in for you, it's okay to feel whatever you feel right now and I am so so proud of you for taking care of her. She maybe said those things but she probably felt a little bit crowded by you. You know that feeling too. You sometimes say those things too and then mean it. But in the end, I think she is gonna feel a lot better knowing someone knows. And knowing someone is watching out for her."

[Prompt list]

#tw child loss #tw ptsd #tw self harm #minor new girl spoilers #thank you for your request #i hope I understood your wish right #(if not let me know💖) #hotchreid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #autistic spencer reid #jennifer jereau #i love you prompt list works #my writing

[bibbawrites]

First Man - Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Request: NONE

Word Count: 1735 words 

Summary: the song First Man by Camila Cabello but make it about Charlie Gillespie

Warnings: i think theres one swear word and thats all ?

A/N: so i had originally written this for another fandom that i am no longer in but i decided to change it to charlie cause why not  this is literally just the song first man by camila cabello, so go listen to that if you dont know it haha  again i tried to make this gender neutral but i may have messed up at one point so if i did im very sorry  anyways hope you enjoy this little fluffy piece 

Tag List:  @happinessinthedarkesttimes​ @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals​ @bartok-the-bat @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik

Winter 2019

It was a mild Winter's afternoon in LA. You walked down the stairs of your family home, bag in hand, smiling when you spotted your family sitting around the table, a board game in the middle.

"Y/N! Come join us!" Your mum called when she spotted you enter the room. You shook your head.

"Maybe another time, sorry guys. I'm actually just heading out, I'm gonna stay with Charlie tonight... is that okay?" Your father sighed before nodding.

"When will we get to meet this Charlie boy that we hear so much about?" He asked, standing up to walk over to you. You shrugged.

"I'm not too sure, but it will be soon, I promise." You grinned. Your little sister looked up from the game board.

"What's he like Y/N?" She asked, looking at you intently. A soft smile appeared on your face at the thought of your boyfriend.

"He's really sweet. He's funny, just like you Dad. He’s not super tall but it doesn’t even matter. And he loves dragging me along on hikes." You paused.

"I really like him." You finished. Your dad frowned slightly, but hid it quickly.

"That's nice to hear darling. Don't forget a jacket, okay?" He told you. You looked at your father knowingly. He had been like this with every boy you’d ever brought home, not that you'd brought home tons of boys before.

"No it's okay, it’s not that cold outside today. Besides, he's waiting outside for me." You said, glancing down at your phone to see the text from Charlie.

'I'm here' it read. You looked back up again, noticing your father watching you. He stepped closer, pulling you into a hug.

"Don't freak out Dad, I'll be fine." You assured him. He squeezed you tightly.

"I just worry about you." You smiled, pulling away.

"I know, I get that. But I'm an adult now Dad. I got this."

"I know, I know." He sighed. By now the rest of the family had gone back to their game.

You patted your dad on the chest before turning to leave, stopping when your hand touched the doorknob. You turned back around to face your father.

"Just remember Dad, you were the first man that really loved me." And with that you turned back to the door and left, leaving your dad to smile sadly. His little baby was growing up.

 Summer 2020

It was Summer and you and Charlie had a few days off from work. You had decided to head back to LA together, to visit your family. After all, you had been dating for over a year and Charlie still hadn't met your family yet. The family that you spoke so highly of.

You touched down at LAX and made your way through security quickly.

"You ready?" You asked, holding tightly to Charlie's hand as you made your way to baggage claim, where you had organised to meet your parents.

"Honestly? I'm fucking petrified." Charlie responded, causing you to laugh.

"You'll be fine. Everyone loves you Char, and my family will be no different." You walked around the corner, spotting your Dad quickly.

"Dad!" You called, rushing over to hug your father. Charlie walked over slowly. You pulled away and grinned, glancing at Charlie.

"Dad, I'd like to meet my boyfriend, Charlie." You introduced. "Char, this is my dad, Sam."

Charlie held his hand out for your dad to shake.

"It's nice to officially meet you Mr Y/L/N. Can I call you Sam?" He smiled nervously. Your father looked him up and down before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Sir will do. Charlie, short for Charles I assume?" His glare was stone cold. Charlie swallowed, nodding.

"Yes sir, but I prefer Charlie." Your father nodded before turning his attention back to you.

"How long are you two here for?" He asked, ignoring Charlie, who moved to grab the both of your bags that were coming along the carousel.

"We have 8 days off, but we're only here for 4." You responded. Your dad nodded.

"Well I guess that's better than nothing. Come on let's go, your mother is waiting in the car outside. She didn't want to pay for parking so she's been driving around while I waited in here."

And with that the three of you headed outside to the car.

 Luckily for Charlie the rest of your family weren't as scary as your father was.

Your mother was lovely, and she had been very welcoming, even speaking to him in French when it was brought up that the two shared a common language.

Your brothers were really cool and invited him to join them to play video games whenever he wanted.

And your little sister, well, she adored the Canadian boy from the minute he walked through the front door.

And just like that Charlie’s first day at the Y/L/N house was over.

After sitting outside for hours with you and your parents, Charlie decided to head off to bed, and with a quick kiss for you and a murmured "goodnight" he was gone.

"So what do you think?" You asked once you knew that Charlie was well and truly inside.

"He's lovely darling." Your mother told you, smiling. You turned to your father.

"Dad?" You asked. Your father shrugged.

"He's not too bad, I guess." He admitted. You shook your head slightly. Of course your father would say that.

"I met his family you know? They're really nice, just like you guys." You told your parents.

"Oh, that's good sweetie." Your mum grinned.

"His parents are great, they're really down to earth. And his brothers and sister are really cool. Plus they love their hockey." You looked at your dad as you said the last part, knowing how big of a hockey fan he was. Your dad nodded in appreciation.

"That's good to hear. If they like hockey they must be good people." Your mother nodded in agreement with her husband. You fell into a comfortable silence for a few seconds.

"You know..." You began, breaking the silence. "I think he might be the one." Your mother put her hand up to her mouth, unable to hide her excitement.

"Oh Y/N, you really think so?" She asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I really love him." You smiled.

"And he's a good man?" Your dad questioned, fixing his gaze on you. You nodded quickly.

"I swear on my heart. He loves me, and he'd never hurt me." You assured him.

"Good." He said, and with that the conversation was over, the topic changing to gossip about a family friend who's husband had cheated on her.

And later when you were heading off to bed you made sure to give your dad an extra big hug and remind him softly that he was the first man that really loved you.

 The four days passed quickly and before anyone knew it, it was time for you and Charlie to leave.

Your family gathered on the driveway, next to Charlie’s car that he had collected on your second day back. After a few hugs with your siblings Charlie moved to bid farewell to your parents. Your mother pulled him into a hug.

"It was lovely to meet you darling." She said softly, before pulling away.

"You too." He smiled. "It was lovely to meet all of you."

"Don't be a stranger Charlie." She said.

"Yeah come back all the time." Your little sister agreed. Charlie nodded.

"I'll make sure of it." He turned his attention to your father, holding out his hand for him to shake. Your father took it, shaking it firmly.

"Thank you for having me sir." Charlie smiled politely. Your father paused, before faking a smile.

"It was no problem." You exchanged a knowing look with your mother. You both knew that your father didn't think that Charlie deserved you.

After a few more goodbyes you and Charlie hopped into the car and left, waving to your family as you pulled out. You had barely made it to the end of the street before you grabbed Charlie's arm.

"Wait we need to go back." You said quickly.

"Why?" Charlie asked, but turned around nonetheless.

"I forgot to tell my dad something." He pulled up in front of the house and you jumped out quickly, rushing over to your father who was still outside. He looked at you in confusion.

"I forgot to say, remember you were the first man who really loved me." You smiled softly, and with one last hug you left again.

 Spring 2022

It was a beautiful Spring day in Hawaii. You and your father were stood together at the top of the beach, dressed to the nines, him in a fancy suit and you in your chosen wedding outfit.

It was almost time.

Time for you to walk down the aisle and marry the love of your life.

You looked over at your father, noticing his tie was slightly crooked. You took a step closer, and fixed the tie, watching as he tried to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall. You smiled softly at him.  

"You know, I've never seen you cry before." You whispered. Your dad smiled, a tear falling down his cheek.

"You just look so beautiful Y/N. No matter what, you'll always be my little baby." He responded, pulling you into a hug.

As you separated the music began to play, and he held his arm out for you to take.

"Here we go." You whispered, and the two of you began your walk down the beach to where Charlie was waiting, teary eyed, at the end of the aisle.

As you walked, your father found himself looking over at you, taking in the tears of happiness and the look of love that you were giving Charlie. Your dad smiled to himself, glad that you had finally found the perfect man for you.

You reached the end of the aisle and you pulled your father into a hug.

"Remember," You whispered. "You were the first man who really loved me." You pulled away, stepping back. Your dad hesitated for a second before stepping forward to pull Charlie into a hug.

"Take care of my little angel." He whispered. Charlie nodded.

"Of course Sir." They pulled apart and your dad smiled softly.

"You can call me Sam."

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #fluff #based on the song First Man by Camila Cabello #reader insert

[wizkiddx]

ohmyword if your doing req can u pls do another fluffy, domestic one bcos honeymoon morning is some i read daily AHAH maybe like the reader gets ill and toms away or something???? pls just anything fluffy

awh thank you for being so sweet abt honeymoon morning - I do think that's one of my favourite concepts ive done!! and I hope this suits what you want, im not so sure myself but I tried :)))

summary: you try to hide being ill from Tom before he leaves but inevitably it doesn't all go to plan

warnings: mentions of being sick, I think that's all - basically just fluff 

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The night hadn’t really gone typically at all. Instead of relishing the last night with Tom for a few months, your body seemed to have different plans. Hence why now you were curled up in a ball on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV, while the washing machine whirred next-door in the utility room and the chemical smell of cleaning products enveloped the downstairs. At least when you were sick, you were a clean sick. 

You were also a quiet sick. You had been pulled from your sleep by the uncomfortable heavy sensation from your stomach barely an hour after you’d both headed to bed. Why was beyond you - what had been important in that moment was to get away from Tom. He was flying back to set tomorrow (or given the early hours currently, lunchtime today was more appropriate) and only had a single day to settle before launching back into filming. So the poor boy was inevitably, given time zones, going to be running on poor quality plane sleep for the next couple of days - you wanted to five him a final night of peace, at least. 

As a result, you’d crept downstairs and since then spent a large chunk of the night making good friends with the downstairs toilet bowl. Once you were absolutely certain there was literally nothing else in your stomach, you chucked some bleach down the loo; then stripped your *stained* pyjamas and chucked them in the washing machine; changed into some freshly washed stuff in the utility (comprising of joggers and one of Tom’s hoodies); before you could curl up in the corner of the sofa. 

And that’s how you’d been for an hour or so. Still feeling grim, unable to fall asleep as much as you were trying to and generally just lying in a ball of self pity. And that was fine… until you heard the unmistakable slow padding of footsteps down the stairs. 

“Love?… -hy’re you up?” His voice was drenched in sleep, making it pull on your heart strings, even before he had rounded the sofa and come into view. Dressed only in his heather grey joggers only, Tom’s curls sat ontop of his head wildly - sticking up at all ridiculous angles. And then there was his puffy eyes, barely open as he slowly processed the sight of you curled up on the sofa. 

“Just couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to keep you up tossing and turning. Why are you up bub?”

“Don’t sleep good without you… you know kicking me and stealing the duvet and stuff.” Never one to maintain a level of seriousness and ‘soppiness’ - it was instantly turned back to the typical relationship of the two of you. While rolling your eyes, you still chuckled at him in the low light of the TV. Tom took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the sofa, sitting so he was grinning loopily down at you. “You fancied putting a wash on too?” 

“...I don’t know just trying to be productive?” He was catching on, he was suspicious. You could tell. His eyebrows furrowed together and he delicately hovered the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling the undeniable heat radiate into his skin. 

“And bleach?”

“Toilet needed doing anyway.” You mumbled, head turning to stare back at the TV- knowing his eyes were piercing into your soul. He sighed, in your peripheries you could see him shaking his head in slight frustration, as his hand reached for yours, giving it a squeeze. 

“You’re ill aren’t you?”

“I’m alright-“ he cut you off with a low warning of your name, making you cower slightly because he’d caught you in a lie. “I threw up a couple times but now I just feel a bit ‘eugh’”. That was, to be fair, a completely truthful description of your evening and current situation. Maybe not put most eloquently but Tom definitely got the messsage, somehow reading your mind by lightly massaging your abdomen with his hand that wasn’t clasped with yours. 

“Come on... let’s get you back to bed.” As much as you wanted to argue with him, it was clear any attempt would be futile. One of things you love so much about Tom is how fiercely protective he is of those dear to him. His circles progressively shrunk as he learnt who he could trust and who ... well he couldn’t. The culling had left a handful of people who were almost central to Tom’s life - somehow you’d managed to wangle your way into these select few too. 

So no, there was not point arguing or suggesting he puts his own welfare first. 

After putting you back int the double bed, Tom had disappeared for 10 minutes or so, when he reinterred the room it was clear he’d been busy. His tongue was stuck out in focus as he tried to balance different mugs and plates on a tray to you. Even if you felt shitty, for a moment by just seeing how far this guy had gone for you - you’d never felt better. 

“Okay there’s some lemsip with honey to settle your stomach, water and a slice of toast just because you should probably see if you can keep something down.”

“You really are the sweetest.”

“And you’re the illest so get drinking love.” He laughed softly in the yellow glow of the bedside lamps that illuminated the room. It highlighted his prominent jaw line and the way his eyes crinkled in the corners and given your slightly off state, you might’ve spent a bit too long ogling at the man cosied up next to you. Never would there be a time you weren’t grateful for him. 

Turns out you couldn’t keep the toast down but the experience was somewhat less horrific - this time you were spilling your guts out into your ensuite, while Tom held your hair and rubbed your back. Eventually things settled, allowing The two of you nestle back into bed, Tom wrapping his arms round your stomach to lightly trace random patterns on the skin underneath your hoodie - as you nestled back into his chest more. 

“I really love you Tom”

“Love you darling, now get some rest and shout if you need anything.” You hummed lightly, almost letting go to sleep now your felt a bit less like your intenpstines were wringing themselves together. But not quite. 

“I’m gonna miss you and your stupid face.”

“We can talk about that when your better” It was as if Tom thought whispering and drawing circles on your stomach was going to deafen you to his words. Yes your stomach wasn’t having a lot of fun and you were tired - but you were not deaf. It was oh so predictable too, he loved to be absolutely ridiculous. Indignantly you huffed, rolling over and eyeing him intently. 

“What’s there to talk about?” 

“Just…. Just if your sick you shouldn’t be on your own. I could always just-“

“No no you couldn’t. You and me both know for a fact you do have a choice and even if you did it be pissing off a hell of a lot of people.” He pouted, you could tell even in the darkness of the night. 

“I hate having to leave you though, especially like this.”

“Yes but you love your work too. I’ll be here when you get back… maybe just with a bit less intestines.” Laughing at that, Tom pulled you onto his chest, pressing his tips to the crown of your head as your burrowed into his side. 

It can’t have taken more than 5 seconds for you to fall asleep, exhausted from the illness, the stupid time in the morning and maybe slightly for dealing with Toms idiocy.  

You were awoken in the morning to Tom stroking your hair gently, all dressed and ready for his flight - but still finding the time to fuss over you and wanting to say a proper goodbye. After practically ordering his to leave… you best believe he dropped in the fact he’d got both Sam and Harry to come round as your babysitter. 

He was an idiot. But he was your kind, caring , beautiful and loving idiot. 

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland blurb #Tom Holland angst