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blckbrrybasket · 2 months

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ᯓ★ 𝐆𝐚𝐳 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

MDNI

SFW

- Gaz listens to Childish Gambino!

- Gaz LOVED scooby doo growing up and velma was his favorite.

- Gaz takes selfies or mirror pictures of himself but doesn’t send them to anyone. He keeps them as a confidence boost on his eyes only tab.

- Gaz LOVES reality TV. He can sit down and binge almost an entire season of some reality show. On leave when he isn’t catching up with people he’s catching up with what he missed on the bachelor.

- Gaz is an expert at finding out information and loves gossip if he isn’t the subject of it. Even if he is this man has so many comebacks stored up no one dares start a playful argument with him for fear of being ripped to shreds…except for Soap.

- Gaz likes to read and often shared recommendations with Ghost, they both like thrillers. Soap makes fun of them for it yet Gaz always shoots back with a variation of Soap not being able to read (Soap never learns and always goes to make a joke about it again)

- When Soap laughs at something immature Gaz tries to stand there like “🧍” and act mature, but the moment Soap lets out a hyena laugh/snorts or if Soap bumps into Gaz, Gaz loses it and starts laughing

- Gaz is the type of person to swat people or grab onto them when laughing really hard. He has almost peed himself when laughing.

SFW (serious)

- If Gaz has a dream where it feels like he’s falling he shoots out of bed and panics. It’s one of the bigger lasting effects of him having fallen out of two helicopters. He still gets phantom pains on his body sometimes, but the biggest one is from the trauma of his harness catching him cutting into him.

- Gaz is super in tune with his emotions and is quite open minded. He’s generally flexible, aside from plans changing last minute.

- Going off of that one of Gaz’s biggest pet peeves are plans changing at the last minute. He and Soap have had countless arguments over Soap changing stuff at the last second.

- Gaz has OCD, i’m not sure who started this headcanon but I completely agree with it. If you look at him closely you can see him swiping his hands over his pants once, twice, three times. If someone interrupts his compulsion he has to takes deep breaths before restarting. Consequently he’ll randomly go silent when talking if he has to focus on finishing a compulsion.

- Gaz is a mama’s boy and was raised how to treat women respectfully. He can go from having a great relationship with someone but the moment they something bad about women he will never like them again. He’s a proud feminist!

- Has a thing about towels. Gaz can’t use them more than once or twice because he can practically imagine all the germs that are on the fabric. Even if he is 100% clean coming out of the shower it doesn’t get rid of the thought.

NSFW

- Not vanilla, but not a huge freak.

- He’s usually up for trying something once to see if either of you like it. If not it’s no sweat off his back, at least he learned what you do and don’t like.

- There are lines he draws though. He doesn’t like anything that involve bodily fluids. Gaz prides himself on being a clean guy, but with his OCD (and kind of being a germaphobe) he can’t do it. As well as blood, to him he sees it enough on the battlefield, he wouldn’t want to see it on you. Gaz could only imagine if you were hurt.

- That’s not to say he doesn’t like a bit of man handling though. Gaz is a strong man and he knows it. His favorite thing to do is to drop you on the bed and watch you bounce back up. Trying to crawl to right yourself is a hard feat since he almost immediately pounces on you.

- He will 1000% hold your wrists above your head and while in your ear. Gaz says the dirtiest shit in bed. It comes naturally to him. He loves seeing you relax before his eyes at the sound of his voice alone.

- Wouldn’t be opposed to a threesome as long as they know you’re his partner and not theirs. He wouldn’t do it so he could have another person fawn over him. Gaz would do it to worship you. Once he’s in a relationship with you there only is you for him.

- Second easiest to get hard out of 141. If you push on his chest/shoulder/abdomen to get him to sit back down his blood will immediately flow south.

- Loves when you take what you want from him. Definitely a switch and would beg on his knees in front of you if you wanted him to.

- Gaz LOVES worshipping your body. Some degradation here and there, but ultimately he can’t help but spout off compliments when he’s buried in you.

- Will definitely send you pictures when deployed. He doesn’t do it to tease you and not let you cum, he wants you to cum to them. Gaz didn’t curate all those pictures for them to go to waste.

- Aftercare expert. Everything is tuned to you specifically. He’s had a few partners and with each he paid attention to what they liked most. Expect a warm bath for you to relax in, followed by food you love, a show on that you’ve been binging, all available on your bed so you can rest how you want to.

- His favorite parts about sex is the foreplay and aftercare. Sorry not sorry!

#call of duty x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle gaz x reader #kyle garrick headcanon #gaz headcanons #call of duty x you #cod modern warfare #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #call of duty #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 #call of duty modern warfare #headcanons

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glassartpeasants · 2 months

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I was doing a writing warm-up and made this piece. I kinda like it and might make a fic series about it if anyone is interested. Also, I call Kid 'Eustass' in this because it felt right for some reason?

Eustass Kid/ Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

warnings: Angst, small amount of blood, cheating, slut shaming maybe? Modern Au

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“Does he think I’m a fucking idiot?! Does he think I can’t see the way his eyes follow girls’ asses as they walk by?” Gripping the edge of the bathroom sink, you struggle to hold back tears as you talk to your best friend on the other line.

“What am I doing wrong (....)? I’ve done everything right! I gave him all of me, and he’s out here eyeing other women!”

“That’s just the way he is (Y/N). I tried to warn you about him. You can’t change someone who doesn’t want to change.” You bite your lip as your body shakes. Emotion overwhelmed you to the point you could no longer hold back tears.

“I don’t understand. He told me he loved me and that he couldn’t imagine a life without me. He made me a matching ring to his. He promised me that his playboy days were over…”

“Well, if he’s staring at other girls, then obviously he broke his promise.”

~~~

You're feeling a lot more numb than you thought you would. At first, you thought you’d be yelling, crying, and screaming. Asking him why? But now that you're actually hearing his moans along with an unknown woman's echoing in your shared bedroom, no tears fall from your eyes.

Maybe your heart and mind were mentally and emotionally ready for this. There were many signs he was starting to stray. Staring at other women, no longer being affectionate in public, you even saw him take off his ring once. He hasn’t done it again, but that was the last straw your heart could take when you tried to ignore the signs.

You should've known it’d end like this. He’s been a fuck boy all throughout high school and college. Slithering his way into vulnerable hearts and crushing them without a care about the people he’s heart. How you’ve been friends with him for so long and knowing what he was doing was something you criticized yourself for.

While you weren’t best friends during high school and college, you both always had a class together. The two of you just ended up talking during each of them. Well, him hitting on you and you always telling him that you rather swim in hell’s flames than get with him. All throughout high school and college, he’d do this. In a way, you said no to avenge all the hearts he’s broken. But once college started, you accidentally started growing feelings for the idiot. Yet, you still said no until graduation day. He came up to you with a bouquet of roses made of metal that he made in shop class. Every rose was made individually, letting you pluck one out and hold it in your hands. Everyone in said class said he’d been working on it forever. Throwing away and remaking it more times than anyone could count. All to make sure it was perfect. It was then that you finally said yes. No one had done anything so thoughtful for you before.

But when you told your best friend the news, she wasn’t happy.

“What?!”

“Listen, I know it sounds stupid-”

“That’s because it is stupid (Y/N)! We both know his past and how he still was before you agreed to go out with him! How are you sure he isn’t gonna do the same shit to you?!”

“He’s been asking me for years and actually made me this metal bouquet of flowers. Aren’t they beautiful, though?” Showing her the flowers, you watch her sigh.

“What happens when he breaks your heart? What will you do then?” You were silent as you looked away from her. Her hands go to your shoulders, and it makes you look at her.

“I just don’t want you crying over someone like him. I’m just worried about you, okay?”

“I know. Thank you for watching out for me. I’m going to give him a chance. Maybe he’s ready to grow up? But if I get my heart broken. Then you’ll get to say, ‘I told you so’.” Laughing at the last part, you pull (.....) into a hug and enjoy how you could always rely on her to be by your side.

Your eyes caught the metal bouquet on the kitchen table. The sun hit it just right to where it shined in your eyes. Furrowing your brows, an immediate disgust came over you as you looked at them. The one thing that had you thinking he’d changed was laughing at you and calling you a fool for falling for it.

Turning away from the bedroom door, you carefully and quietly walked to the metal sculpture. You pull one of the roses out from the vase they resided in and look at it. You twirled it with your fingers before gripping it tightly. Using your other hand, you encase the metal rosebud with the palm of your hand before twisting it harshly.

The sharp metal cut into your hand as you ripped off the rose head. A small hiss escaped you, yet you continued. Putting down the first destroyed rose, you move on to the second one. Then the third, fourth, fifth, until every single rose had been ripped apart. By the time you were finished, the stems of the flowers were scattered across the kitchen table, as well as the blood-covered roses. A good representation of a broken heart if you say so.

You could still hear the moans coming from the bedroom, and the more you listened and paid attention, the more you swore you recognized the tone of voice. Tip-toeing to the door, you place your ear against the wood. Taking a few seconds, you listen carefully to try to pinpoint who it could be.

“Eustass~”

As soon as the words were heard, you felt your world shatter. That was (.....)’s voice. That was (.....) in there fucking your boyfriend. And your boyfriend was cheating on you with your best friend. The two people you cared about the most stabbing you in the back. It’s even worse knowing that (.....) was cheating on her own boyfriend, Trafalgar Law. The smartest person you’ve ever met. He was valedictorian in high school and had the highest grades in college. He's now a world known respected doctor who’s saved so many lives. Everything he’s done, and this is what happens to him? How could Eustass and (.....) pull this on you and Law?

A rage washed over you as soon as you heard her moan his name again. Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you unlock it and call Law. You thankfully had his number after a project you guys did together a month before college ended, and you just never remembered to delete it.

“Come on, Law. Pick up.” Whispering, you cross your fingers.

“(Y/N)-ya? Why are you-”

“I really need you to stay on the line, okay? I’m going to facetime you now, alright?”

“What? Why? (Y/N)-ya, I have to go back to work-”

“(.....)’s cheating on you with my boyfriend right now as we speak. Don’t believe me? Listen!” You put your phone against the door, and all you heard was silence on Law’s side of the phone. A groan of (.....)’s name leaving Eustass’s mouth finally made you snap.

“That’s it!” Busting open the door, your met with a half-naked Eustass and a very naked (.....).

“Shit (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)! It’s not what it looks like!” Clutching your phone tightly in your hand, you finally feel your anger bubble over.

“Don’t pull that shit with me! If your gonna be a backstabbing whore at least admit it! Fucking my boyfriend?! The boyfriend you hated?! Did you just want to fuck him the whole time?! How long has this been going on?!” You watched as (.....) scrambled to get her clothes on, and Eustass pushed his dick back in his pants.

“This is the only time it’s happened, I swear!”

“This is all an accident (Y/N), okay? I promise-”

“Oh, so your dick accidentally found its way into her? I don’t believe that for a second! And don’t tell me about your bullshit promises!” You can feel the cut on your hand finally start to sting as blood starts to puddle against the floor. The cut must have been much deeper than you originally thought.

“You're bleeding! (Y/N) are you okay?!-”

“Oh, don’t act like you care (.....)! If you actually cared, you wouldn’t be fucking my boyfriend in my bed! If you actually had a fucking heart, you wouldn’t have cheated on Law either!” The mention of Law's name has a look of horror appear on (.....)'s face.

“Please don’t tell him (Y/N)! I love him, and I don’t want him to leave me!”

“I’m breaking up with you.” (.....)’s face dropped when she realized Law heard everything. Tears start pouring down her face.

“That makes two of us.” You take off the ring Eustass gave you before walking over to (.....) Plopping it into her hand, you look at her with hatred and a disgusted smile.

“Obviously, this was meant for you since he loves you so much he can’t stop saying your name.” You grab the bag you left by the bedroom door before turning around and start to collect things around the apartment that you need.

“I’ll make sure to tell the landlord that my name’s off the lease and that I’ll gather my things tomorrow morning.” Holding everything you could gather at the moment, you make your way to the front door.

“Where do you think you're going?!” You feel Eustass grab your wrist and bring you closer to him. Looking into his eyes, you see panic, fear, and anger swirling around in them.

“Leaving, obviously! I’m not gonna stay and shatter my heart more after seeing a man I loved, wanted to marry even, fucking my now ex-best friend.” The panic grew more evident as he pulled you to his chest. Both arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t leave.

“You can’t leave, alright! I know I fucked up, but please, let’s talk about this. She means nothing to me! She’s just some slut-”

“A slut you fucked knowing you were taken.” Tears started spilling from your eyes as you felt him hold you closer.

“Why? Why would you do this to me? Why’d you say you loved me when you out fucking my best friend? How dare you hold me close and act like the stench of sex and her perfume isn’t surrounding you?”

“I’m outside in the car (Y/N).” Hearing Law’s voice shocked you as you remember you never hung up on him. He was so quiet, and you heard nothing on the other side of the line. Having him even show up was surprising, but you weren’t gonna throw away this opportunity to get away from Eustass and (.....).

“Alright, be right there-”

“No, she won’t! Fuck off, Trafalgar, and take your bitch with you!” Eustass grabbed your phone and hung up before throwing your phone on the couch.

“Eustass! Are you-” You feel one of his hands push your head to his. His lips met yours, and you could feel the urgency in his kisses.

“Please don’t…leave me…” Kissing your between words only had your heart shattering more. How could he kiss you like he loves you after pulling a stunt like this?

It took almost everything inside you not to dig your fingers into his hair and kiss him back. You wanted it all to be a dream and that when you woke up, you’d be sleeping against his chest.

Putting your hand against his bare chest, you feel his bare skin against your open wound. It made him pull away from his panicked kisses when he felt your bloody hand on his chest.

“Jesus (Y/N)! What happened?!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Stay here, I’m grabbing bandages!” Letting you go, you see him rush to the bathroom. Taking this chance, you grab your phone and start running out the door. Anything you can carry in tow, you run down the stairs as you hear (.....) scream your name and Eustass yelling at you to stop.

But who was he to tell you what to do?

Bursting out the apartment complex’s door, you see Law’s car parked waiting for you. Using all your strength, you run as fast as you can. Grabbing the car door, You swung it open before slamming it shut. Everything you brought with you on your lap.

“Drive!” Wasting no time, Law stomps on the gas, and as you see Eustass run out of the apartment, watching you and Law drive away.

~~~

If you guys do want this to be an actual fic series, let me know cause this concept is quite interesting to me.

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

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ellieslaces · 4 days

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KISSING LESSONS.

featuring: hazel callahan x fem!cheerleader!reader

synopsis: Hazel’s worst decision was to join her friend’s fight club, until she met you. or, really got to know you, she knew you, you just didn’t know her. she never thought a cheerleader, much less one of the prettiest girls in the school, would ever pay attention to her. until you did.

content warnings: harsh language; mentions of violence; internalized homophobia; light smut; kissing (wlw); so much loser lesbianism; some homophobic slang (faggot, munch)

notes: mentions of violence (duh, it’s lesbian fight club); mentions of reader being bisexual (more toward women tho); homophobic slang (faggot, munch, etc) ; there is no real smut in this as i do not write explicit content containing minors.

word count: 3.13k

chloe talks: watched bottoms and then hyperfixated on Hazel for two weeks before I decided to write this. God, I need her so bad. Chloe has a type doesn’t she? (soft mascs make me hhnngg). hazels so fucking cute I need her to kiss me ok bye. <3 (also, I hate the way this turned out, I’m so sorry it’s terrible)

now playing: kissing lessons ; lucy dacus

Fight Club — a popular 1990’s film, that’s all those two words had ever meant to you. You’d never even seen the film, you just knew it was fucking gay, despite it not actually being about the hot topic of homosexuality amongst young men (or women, in your case). But, I digress.

It had been your friends, Isabel and Brittany, who managed to get your ass to attend your school’s resident Fight Club. A women’s Fight Club. How fucking gay. Oh well, it would teach you how to defend yourself properly. Which, in this day and age — or any day and age of we’re honest — is horribly necessary.

It shouldn’t be, but knowing how to beat the shit out of a grown man is something you should know how to do. Self defense isn’t a topic to be taken lightly, and it seemed PJ and Josie knew this.

PJ and Josie — or faggot #1 and faggot #2 as the school knew more endearingly — where the school’s resident ‘ugly and untalented gays’, as Jeff and his little crew liked to say. Really, you suspected they were all just pissed because the girls knew their way around a pussy better than any of them did. They wouldn’t know the clit if it slapped them in the face.

It had been about two weeks into the girls’ club that Isabel and Britany attended for the first time. They showed up to cheer practice the following day with busted lips and bruised faces. At first, you hadn’t known what happened. Maybe Jeff’s dramatics had finally gotten the better of him. But no, they had willingly gotten beaten up for the sake of learning how to better throw a punch.

Finally, after hours upon hours of begging and pleading, Britany and Isabel got you to attend a meeting. You had walked in, nerves wrecking your body as you trailed unsurely behind the two girls you considered your best friends. You trusted them, they wouldn’t let something bad happen.

You had planned to spend your first meeting simply observing, but PJ tried so hard to convince you to join in. She almost even pushed you into the fucking ring. When you finally conceded, you were face to face with Hazel Callahan.

You knew of her, but you didn’t know her. You’d passed her a few times in the hall, you had a science class with her. Jeff said she was another one of those ‘loud mouth munches’ — to which you nearly punched him square in the nose had he not been Isabel’s boyfriend and a complete moron.

Hazel seemed nice, she’d smiled in your direction when you walked into the gym. It was a nice gesture, no matter the awkward air it held. You felt sort of bad for putting her in the situation she was in, even though it was PJ’s fault that she now had to fight you.

You stood awkwardly, fists raised in a defensive position, eyes on Hazel as she stood in front of you. She smiled again, still awkward as it had been when you walked in. You were set on not getting the shit beat out of you.

As soon as PJ’s whistle sounded, you barely gave Hazel a chance to move. She’d shifted on her feet, sending a spark of fear through you, causing you to send a punch straight to her face. You’d gasped, watching her face scrunch up as her own hands flew up to cup her nose.

“Oh my God, I’m so fucking sorry.” You cried, stepping forward, ignoring the claps and cheers falling obnoxiously from PJ’s lips.

Hazel let out a choked laugh, brows raised as she held her nose. “No uh, nice hit. Fuck, that was a good one.” She blinked rapidly, momentarily lowering her hands.

You let out a small squeak as you saw that her nose was indeed bleeding. “Shit, your nose.” You stepped forward again, trying to find something to stop the bleeding. But of course, there wasn’t anything you had on you.

“Alright, Hazel’s fine. Let’s move on.” PJ droned, giving her whistle another sharp blow — she really abused her whistle privileges, you thought as you ushered Hazel toward the bleachers.

Hazel gave a thumbs up — her hand covered in blood that dripped from her nose — as she walked toward the bleachers. No one seemed to notice other than you as you walked with her. You felt so bad, so terrible because now this girl was bleeding because of you.

“I’m sorry,” you weakly apologized again, sitting in front of her on the bleachers, looking frantically around for something to give her to stop the bleeding.

“It’s okay, I’m okay.” Hazel shook her head, trying to convince you she was fine. Even though you both knew she wasn’t.

“Uh fuck, there isn’t anything — don’t do that.” You’d cut yourself off quick, voice deadpanned.

Hazel paused, her head half leaning backward as she looked over in your direction. Her ringed fingers pinched the bridge of her nose — it seemed she’d had the idea to lean her head back to stop the bleeding.

“Lean your head forward, not backward. If you go backwards, the blood could go into your lungs. Go forward and let it drip out.” You instructed, pulling her hand down gently by her wrist, moving to take off your cardigan so she could hold it below her face to catch the blood as it dripped.

“How do you know that?” Hazel questioned, brows pulled in a frown as she leaned her face forward so the blood could freely drip from her nose onto the bundle of fabric in her hands.

“I had to get a certificate to be able to babysit.” You shrugged, moving the strands of hair from her face without thinking about it. When you’d realized what you’d done, you froze, dropping your hand in embarrassment, muttering a sad ‘sorry’ again.

Hazel shook her head, not responding verbally to your millionth apology. Your cheeks warmed, suddenly so embarrassed for an entirely different reason. Not just for punching Hazel square in the nose, but you’d managed to embarrass yourself by noticing just how pretty she was.

Hazel sat on the bottom row of the bleachers in the gym, watching the rest of the group fight each other in turns, different girls winning. Some had busted lips, others a myriad of bruises spattered across their faces.

You took the time to notice just how pretty Hazel was — a sharp jawline that would make Jeff jealous, brunette hair that mussed in just the right way and looked so goddamn soft, her nose that was long and straight save for the small bump in the bridge that made your throat constrict. God, she really was a sight. How hadn’t you noticed sooner?

Maybe it was the fact that Hazel wasn’t in your social circle. You were a cheerleader, friends with Isabel and Britany, the focus of stares. Hazel was a loser — in the kindest and most endearing way — someone who wasn’t popular. Someone who had hardly any friends. And despite the fact that today was maybe the third time in your entire life you’d ever spoken to her, you wanted to be one of her friends.

A quick, sharp quip of PJ’s whistle brought you back to the present, her loud voice announcing the day’s session was over. You blinked, looking away from Hazel. Who somehow didn’t seem to notice you’d just spent the past five or so minutes just studying her face.

She turned to you, eyes apologetic as she held out your crumpled cardigan in her hands. “It’s really bloody, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You can keep it,” you shook your head, holding out your hand. It was only after the words came out of your mouth that realized how stupid that sounded. “I mean, it’s just, you don’t have to give it back. I don’t like it that much anyways. And it’ll probably stain. That sounds bad, I’m sorry.”

Hazel smiled a little at your words that seemed to stumble out of your mouth. You regretted every single one of them. You moved to take the cardigan anyway, acting as if you hadn’t told her to just keep it. But she pulled it back.

“I’ll wash it.” She said simply, standing. There were specks and smears of dried blood on and below her nose. You felt another pang of guilt then, seeing that your punch would definitely cause a bruise across her nose.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You shook your head, standing as well. Isabel and Britany stood a few feet away, clearly waiting for you to come over. You didn’t want to though, for some reason.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you at the next meeting right?” Hazel asked, not relenting and continuing to hold the cardigan in her hands as she started to back away.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” You shrugged, somewhat embarrassed. You didn’t really want to come back. Not since you’d punched Hazel and made her bleed on your first meeting. But, maybe this would be a good incentive to come back. To see her.

“Cool,” Hazel grinned, nodding in your direction before she walked toward where PJ and Josie stood. You remained sentient for a moment, hands folded in front of your lap as you watched Hazel.

“Jesus, you hit hard.” Isabel’s voice rang in your ears as she and Britany approached, the latter’s eyes wide as she looked at your hand.

“Might want to wash your hands,” the girl motioned to your dominant hand — the knuckles were spotted in blood from where you’d punched Hazel and blood had immediately started to pour from her nose.

Your eyes latched onto the specks of blood on your knuckles, brows creased as you stared. Bright, rusty red adorned the skin of your knuckles, bits of Hazel Callahan’s DNA there. It was strange, but it made you smile.

The attendance of the fight club had steadily grown — girls coming to the gym after school to brush up on their combat skills. All in preparation for the upcoming football game against Huntington. The fear ever since one girl had gotten attacked by one of the boys and word had gotten around about it.

So, attendance had spiked, the ‘female solidarity’ — as PJ liked to call it — had risen in the school, even the girls were kinder and nicer to one another. And your mind was muddled with constant pictures and thoughts of Hazel Callahan.

It was confusing — you’d never felt such a strong connection to someone you hardly knew. Hazel was as much a mystery to you as the rest of the ‘ugly, untalented gays’. Meaning she was a huge fucking mystery. Sure, you were vaguely aware that her parents had divorced, and that the girl mostly kept in the background in school. But other than that, Hazel was purely mysterious to you. And you found yourself wanting to know more.

To remedy thhs, you continued to attend fight club, naturally. Yes, you shared a class or two with the girl, but nowhere else did you have the chance to actually interact with her. To converse with her, hear her voice, see her smile. God, what a loser you were.

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you’d come to realize how disgustingly and embarrassingly obvious your infatuation with Hazel was. And what made it worse — it was PJ who brought it to your attention.

“Yo!” PJ’s obnoxious voice rang through the gym as you stood in the circle with the rest of the girls, watching Silvia and Brittany spar, your name on the girl’s lips as she spoke. “Quick eye-fucking Hazel and pay attention! Huntington is like, two weeks away.”

Your cheeks flamed a bright red as you sunk into yourself, shoulders curling in. God, you wanted a chance at PJ in that ring to strangle the fuck out of her for that. Your eyes quickly cut over to where Hazel stood — her own cheeks dusted with light pink as she avoided your gaze.

Great, now she probably wouldn’t talk to you at all. Fuck PJ and her obnoxious, loud mouth. Your embarrassment was not short lived as the fight club went on. You couldn’t look in Hazel’s direction at all as you waited out the meeting until its end so you could retreat with your tail between your legs and never show your face in this gym again.

It was as you shouldered your backpack, heart still racing, stomach still uneasy with embarrassment that you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned, eyes going wide as you were face to face with Hazel. Your eyes trailed down to a bundle of fabric in her hands.

“Sorry it took so long, but uh, I got the blood out.” She held out what turned out to be your cardigan. The cardigan that you’d leant her two weeks ago when you’d punched her too hard.

“Um, you didn’t have to do that.” You said, offering a sheepish smile as she held out the cardigan. You gingerly took it, eyes locked on Hazel’s face. As you grabbed it, you swore you could feel a spark when your fingers brushed against hers. A fucking spark — cliche but true.

It was silent between you two for a moment before Hazel shook her head, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. “Sorry about PJ. Things kind of come out of her mouth without her brain processing first.”

Yikes, Hazel meant the ‘eye-fucking’ comment. You offered a small, horribly obvious chuckle. “Yeah, I kinda noticed.”

There was another long stretch of silence between you and Hazel, your lips pulled to the side as you held the folded — she’d fucking folded it, Jesus she was adorable — cardigan in your hands. It was strange, but not too uncomfortable. Like that stupid thing from Pulp Fiction, the right person is someone that silence isn’t awkward with.

“I wasn’t eye-fucking you.” You blurted. Great, you made it awkward again. A small groan fell from your lips, head dropping as you closed your eyes with a frown. You shook your head. “Sorry, I dunno what’s wrong with me today.”

“PJ’s just jealous.” Hazel offered with a small laugh. How could one solidarity laugh sound so beautiful?

“Of what?” You asked gingerly, looking up to meet her eyes. For some reason, you were weary of her answer.

“That you aren’t giving her attention. Besides, I don’t think she’d know what to do with your attention anyway, you’re so pretty.” She said it not as an insult to PJ — or at least it didn’t sound like it — but more as an obvious fact. And you were stunned because Hazel had just called you pretty.

You were at a loss. A true loss. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? So, like an idiot, you just stared at her blankly, eyes confused and wide.

Her own eyes went wide, brows furrowed as a worried look crossed her features. “Shit, was that too much? Too much. Fuck.” Her voice lowered as she cursed, brows knit together.

“No! Not too much, I just… I just didn’t think you thought I was pretty too.” You shrugged, quick to correct her. Quick to reassure that you were flattered and not weirded out.

“I mean yeah, of course I do.” Hazel nodded, her voice soft, words intentional like her statement was an obvious fact.

A smile spread across your face, cheeks warm again. You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt so much about Hazel. You’d never had a crush on a girl before. It was new and strange, but you definitely thought this was a crush.

“Thanks.” You whispered, eyes darting down to the cardigan in your hands for a moment before going back to looking up at Hazel. “For the compliment, and bringing back my cardigan. You didn’t have to wash it.”

“It’s fine, I wanted to. It’s a nice cardigan.” Hazel shrugged. It seemed she was at a loss for what to say around you too.

The gym was near empty by now — Josie and PJ chattering away in the far corner, and Isabel and Brittany waiting for you (but not paying attention to anyone but themselves) by the gym doors a few feet away.

So, due to the empty state of the gym and the disgustingly thick tension between you and Hazel, you stepped forward, pressing a quick and gentle kiss to her cheek.

This took the girl by surprise. Her eyes went wide as your lips pressed to her soft cheek. You leaned back, her brows creased as she watched you.

“Thanks,” you said again, with a shrug. Letting her know that was your way of thanking her. Small, but meaningful to you.

It was a long moment that you stood there, Hazel staring at you with wide eyes. For a couple of long seconds, you thought you’d fucked up. Misread the situation, mistook the tension for something else. But, you were proven wrong as she leaned forward, closing the distance between you by pressing her mouth to yours.

“You’re welcome.” She murmured as she leaned back, your eyes wide now from processing that Hazel had just kissed. That you’d just had your first girl-kiss. Fucking scary, but nice. You liked it. Liked her.

“I’ve never done that.” You whispered, blinking rapidly to ground yourself. “With, with a girl, I mean.” You corrected yourself almost instantly.

You’d kissed a guy or two before. Sadly, your first ever kiss was Tim at the ninth grade freshman dance. He was a bad kisser and you hated it. But, you liked how Hazel kissed. Despite it being a quick peck, it was full of intention and it was gentle too.

Hazel shrugged, a small half smile forming on her lips. “Maybe I can give you lessons.”

You grinned, laughing a little as you nodded, backing away toward the gym doors, needing to escape before you said anything else stupid. “Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll send you my address.”

“Okay,” Hazel nodded, grinning widely to herself as you mentioned her coming over.

You almost skipped as you walked out of the gym, trailing behind Isabel and Brittany as the girls chittered away, the prospect that Hazel would be giving you fucking kissing lessons. You held the bundle of fabric close to your chest as you walked to your car. And it was then you noticed it smelled like Hazel. The detergent, obviously. But, there was something else that was just Hazel. And you never wanted it to go away. Maybe, you could wear it while she gave you kissing lessons that night.

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Sharing is caring

Adult Spider x female omatikaya reader x Adult Lo‘ak

Words: 3.3k

Summary: Sometimes, all you need is a good friend who is willing to share.

Warnings: explicit smut, mmf threesome, voyeurism, masturbation, p in v, cowgirl position, Spider is a switch, oral, creampie, praise kink, lil bit of polyamory if you squint

Notes: I feel like this isn’t my best work and it’s also the very first time I’m writing for Spider so have mercy on me! 😵‍💫

To say that Spider felt attracted to you was probably an understatement. And how could he not? You were just so beautiful to his eyes, blue skin like the ocean and big yellow eyes like the sun, always smiling and so friendly to everyone, it warmed his heart. It was nice to have you around, as you shared the same type of humor too and you were so incredibly adventurous. It was never boring with you. Unfortunately, you were already promised to someone else.

And Lo‘ak wasn’t blind. He saw the way his best friend was looking at you, his gaze always lingering a little too long on your body, his eye contact too intense for someone that only wanted to be your friend. But Lo‘ak wasn’t the jealous or possessive type. If anything, he rather enjoyed showing you off. It was such an ego boost for him, to have such a pretty girl like you by his side.

At the same time, Lo‘ak felt kind of bad for Spider. It wasn’t like he had many options to chose himself a girlfriend, like there were any other human women his age in high camp. Sure, there were enough Na‘vi women, but even if the omatikaya tolerated the humans, they still weren’t really fond of them. At least not enough to mate with one.

One thing Lo‘ak loved about you so much, was the way you treated Spider. You treated him like he was equal, one of your kind. And not just because he was his best friend since childhood. You were just such a pure soul, too kind for this world. And of course he noticed how much you enjoyed that little extra attention, the compliments and the heart eyes that the human shot you.

And so, the idea of sharing you with best friend, was something he became really fond of. It was a topic that was often bought up during especially intense moments, like when he had you on your hands and knees and was rutting into you like his life depended on it.

"Holy shit, look at you, pretty girl. You would look even better with another cock in you, don’t you think? Need someone to fuck your mouth while you cream on my cock. What do you think, should I call a certain someone in here to take good care of you too? Oh fuck, I know you’d like that, don’t you?"

It was filthy to talk and think about your friend like that, even more so because it was starting to sound more and more appealing to you too.

Lo‘ak didn’t mind it, though. Not in the slightest.

And when Spider 'accidentally' stumbled upon you in the forest, while your legs were sprawled over Lo‘aks shoulders and his tongue swirled around your clit, it was like a prayer had finally been answered.

Lo’ak knew that Spider was there, long before you realized it yourself. He heard the low buzz of his exopack, the way his breathing quickened and the rustle of leaves as he tried to hide himself.

Lo‘ak knew that he was watching and yes, maybe he did put a little extra effort into making a good show for his friend, coaxing these pretty moans from you, spreading your legs a little wider and making you cum on his tongue. He would lie if he said that it didn’t gave him kind of a rush to know that his best friend was probably fantasizing about his girl just the same way they did about him.

So when your legs began to tremble and you finally wriggled yourself out of your clothes, Lo‘ak didn’t continue the way he usually would. You frowned a little when he kept his loincloth on and instead leaned over to whisper something in your ear. Lo’ak chuckled with the way your ears twitched and a faint blush crept over your features when he told you that Spider was there and he was watching. He couldn’t help but kiss you deeply, when you gave him the go-ahead and then Lo‘ak turned around and beckoned his friend to come out.

"It’s okay, bro", Lo‘ak declared with a sharp grin, "I know you’re there."

Spider was red as a beet as he got up from his crouching position behind a tree and slowly walked over to the two of you, trying his best to avoid any eye contact. But it was so hard not to look at you, as you laid there in the soft grass, completely naked. It wasn’t like your usual Na‘vi clothing covered much of yourself, but seeing you so bare before him, with that cute little blush on your cheeks that reached up to the tip of your ears, really had his mind spiraling.

Spider was full on prepared for either you or Lo‘ak to send him off and never talk to him ever again. Maybe you would yell at him for watching you both like some creep or Lo‘ak would beat him up and– oh Eywa, if only the ground would open up and swallow him whole…

But neither of that happens.

Instead, Lo‘aks voice cuts through the awkward silence. "Do you want her?", he asks, voice low and thick like honey, his head cocked to the side and Spider tensed under his gaze.

"Bro listen, I‘m.. I‘m so sorry, that’s—"

"That’s not what I asked", Lo‘ak interrupts him with a chuckle.

Spiders eyes flick back and forth between the two of you. It’s not until you smile gently at him, your soft cheeks rising a little higher, while Lo‘ak tips his head in his direction, that he realizes he must’ve nodded. Yes, he wanted you. So bad.

Spider watches, with a lump in his throat, how you get up and move closer to him. The faint sunlight shining through the leaves of the giant trees compliments your skin, makes it shine and he can’t help but stare at the way your breasts gently bounce with every step that you take and by eywa, you look so beautiful that his mouth waters.

You were close now, close enough to feel the heat emanating from your body and smell your scent even through his mask. It was intoxicating. Spider was so lost in admiring you, that he didn't notice how you closed the gap between you both entirely and were now chest to chest with him.

"Take a deep breath, okay?", you whisper to him in such a sweet tone that for a moment, Spider doesn’t remember how to function at all. It’s not until your hands reach for his mask that he sucks in a sharp breathe. The masks opens with a hiss and his brows furrow, a questioning look on his face that makes you giggle.

And then your lips met his.

Once he starts to lean into the kiss too, you deepened it. You part your lips, pressing harder against his mouth. He makes a muffled sort of noise, but doesn’t pull away so you take it as permission to continue. You swipe your tongue against his bottom lip and he parts them, allowing you access to his mouth.

Spider tries to memorize the feeling of your hand cupping his cheek. The warmth of your skin. The soft of your palms. The length of your fingers and the way your body moves, your chest pressed tight against his own. There really was no sweeter feeling, than finally allowing himself to give in to you. Entirely.

But both of you knew that there was not much time in savoring the feeling of this kiss, no time to take it slow. Barely a heartbeat later, you were tasting each other's mouths, hands caressing each other's bodies, trying to find the closeness and touch he’s been craving for months.

Spider broke away from the kiss first, quickly putting his mask back on to inhale some much needed air. The blonde was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his pupils were dilated to the max. But yours were too.

Laying your hand in his, you guide him to sit down next to Lo‘ak, who’s watching with great interest as you settle down on your knees in front of his friend. You hum when your eyes catch the bulge under Spiders loincloth. Moving further, you place ticklish kisses along his jaw, right where his mask sits. Spider tries his best to suppress it, but he can’t help the groan slipping out when you begin to trail down his neck. Then, you drape one arm over his shoulder and climb on top to straddle him. A soft hand finds leverage on his shoulder, while the other moves between your bodies and past the waistband of his loincloth.

It’s like he’s finally snapping out of this dream-like reality, when he spots Lo‘ak move in the corner of his eyes. When Spider turns his head to the side, he finds his friend observing, eyes half lidded and full of lust and a hand palming his own erection over his coverings.

“Come on,” Lo‘ak urges with a smug grin, “She’s all yours.”

All mine.

Spider turns to look back at you, just as you reach down and free his cock. Grabbing his hard length, you give him a few experimental strokes before you line him up with your entrance.

You’re wet, so wet. Partly of your own slickness and partly of Lo‘aks spit from barely a few minutes ago and that thought made Spider shudder. With both hands holding onto his shoulders now, you sink down on his cock slowly— achingly slowly. You bit your lip as you did, brows furrowed in concentration and the sight was enough to make his cock stir.

"Holy shit, she’s tight", Spider moans like the air as been punched out of his lungs, with his head thrown back, when you sit down on him entirely. His breath caught in his throat as his cock was enveloped by the intense warmth of your cunt. Thanks to your slickness, he slid in so gently, so easy.

"I know, right?", Lo‘ak breaths out a laugh, "She’s amazing." He was still sitting next to you both. Leaning back on one hand, he had pulled his loincloth down enough to get his other hand on his hard cock. He was stroking over his shaft, his palm lubed with spit and he couldn’t seem to peel his eyes off of where you and Spider were now connected.

Spiders hands went to grab your hips and hold you there for a long moment, just savoring the feeling of your tight heat surrounding him. Listening to your shallow breathing and small moans as you squirmed on top of him, made his heart pound rapidly in his chest.

"Are you feeling good, baby? You look so hot right now", Lo‘ak directed the question to you, squeezing the tip of his cock just a little harder when you nod. "I‘m good", you hummed, "So good."

It’s when Spiders grip on your hip tightens and you feel him buck his hips up just a little, that you finally push yourself up and then lower yourself down on his cock with a moan. You start off gentle, repeating the same motion and letting him get used to the feeling of his length dragging along your hot walls as you bounce on him.

Soon enough, you’re setting a fast pace, fucking yourself onto his cock with moans spilling from your parted lips that made both of the men groan in unison.

Spiders pupils are blown and he looks at you with so much lust, his chest expands and contracts as he takes deep breaths and he’s so mesmerized by the feeling and sight you provide, that he can’t do more than just look. And you don’t stop the thrusting of your hips, relishing in the sounds your thighs are making as they slap against his.

His eyes trail up and down your body, to your breasts, watching as they bounce with your rhythm. To the way your nipples stiffen when he finally reaches up to touch and knead them, rolling them between his fingers just to hear you whine and gasp. And then back to where his cock disappears in you. Your slick leaks out and runs over his shaft like warm honey, smearing between both of your thighs and that’s when he realizes you don’t bounce on him anymore, you’re trying to grind yourself against him.

"C‘mon bro, give her clit some attention, she likes that", Lo‘ak encourages the thought in Spiders head before it can even form. He’s quick to comply, reaching down to circle the little nub between your folds. It’s rewarded with you, clenching around him hard enough to draw another deep moan out of him. "Yeah just like that, oh shit", Lo‘ak curses as he jerks himself faster, eyes glued on your flushed face.

He continues, tight and fast circles, until you’re slumping forward with both arms around his neck and your chest pressed against his own. "P-Please don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck", you moan into his ear, so sweet and desperate– who was he to deny you?

Hearing your sweet voice beg for him like that was like a switch was turned inside of him. Spider still holds you tight with his hand on your hip, while the other keeps flicking at your sensitive clit. Planting his feet firm on the ground, he begins to thrust up into you. Your mouth was right beside his ear, so he didn’t miss any of your gasps and whines you as he pumped his cock in and out of your squelching cunt. "Oh god, you feel so good, so fucking good taking my cock like that", Spider couldn’t hold back the praise. His chin came to rest on your shoulder so he could see the way your plump ass jiggled with each thrust.

"Why don’t you tell him, baby? Tell him you’ve been dreaming about him the whole time, I’m sure he wants to hear", Lo‘ak spoke through clenched teeth, breathless and seemingly on the verge of his orgasm. The way he was fucking his own fist generated obscene, wet noises that made you want to turn your head to look at him, look at his cock that leaked so much pre-cum and was throbbing painfully just from watching you get your brain fucked out.

"Yeah? You’ve been dreaming about me, pretty girl?", Spider couldn’t help but smile.

"Yes, oh fuck yes– been dreaming about this, Spider, I wanted it s-so bad", you slurred, "Need you both, need you to fuck me please!"

Lo’ak knew you were about the come, just from the way these filthy words spilled out of your mouth without shame. And then an idea formed in his head.

Reluctantly, one of his hands travels over to reach for your kuru, bringing it close to his own. Spiders eyes followed the movement beside him, watching with curiosity what his friend had planned.

"You don’t mind, right bro?", Lo‘ak quirked his brow at him and Spider shook his head.

"No, f-fuck, go ahead."

When Lo’ak connects your braids, it’s always like an electric impulse is sent through your whole body. Your muscles tense and you suck in a sharp breath. Both, you and Lo‘ak, shudder simultaneously at that.

"Keep going, she’s close", Lo‘ak moans with his hand back on his throbbing cock, "So close."

Spider groans deeply as he rocks your hips together, making you take him, again and again. Your skin felt sticky with sweat, bodies still pressed together tightly but he kept his pace up. With your mouth hanging open, you looked absolutely perfect to Lo‘ak. He could feel the tension building in your core and that in return, made him approach his own orgasm. Surprisingly, Spider wasn’t far behind either.

“Shit I‘m coming, sh-should I pull out?”, the blonde managed to force the words out through gritted teeth, his thrusts faltering for just a second in case you would want him to stop.

"Don’t you f-fucking dare", you whine as you force yourself to move on your own again, up and down on his cock, hips moving in an desperate attempt to get to your release, "Cum inside me, please, please Spider don’t stop."

"C‘mon, c‘mon give it to her, bro." Speeding up the strokes of his hands, Lo’aks hips were bucking up to fuck into his fist harder, your moans and whimpers only egging him on more.

Lo‘ak physically felt you clench around Spiders cock, felt you hold the air in your lungs and that in return, robbed him of his own breath. He came right when you did, spilling his cum with a loud moan onto his stomach. And when you came, Spider also couldn’t hold it together any longer. Just a few particularly hard thrusts later and you felt thick spurts of his hot seed filling you up.

After that, it was silent for a while, with just the three of you panting and gasping for air. A breathless laugh coming from Lo‘ak was the first thing that broke the comfortable silence, followed by the gentle chuckle of Spider, who was currently caressing the back of your head.

"That was fucking amazing", the blonde said. A content hum left your lips as you allowed your eyes to fall closed, but then Lo‘ak spoke up with a soft tone in his voice, "Give her to me, bro."

Suddenly, there were two pair of hands on you. You didn’t know which one belonged to whom and before you knew it, your back was pressed against Lo’aks chest and your legs were thrown over his strong arms. You crane your neck to look back at him, to ask what he was planning to do, but he’s quick to capture your lips in a long awaited kiss. You sigh into it, let him deepen the kiss and immediately, his tongue curls around yours.

Spider watches for a while, licking his lips as if he’s trying to remember the taste of your tongue. While you’re both panting into each others mouths, he shuffles over to stand between your spread legs and gently runs his thumb between your slick folds. When he bumps against your oversensitive clit, you break away from the kiss with a gasp. You want to squeeze your legs together when you feel Spiders cum seep out of you, but Lo’ak keeps them apart.

"Keep them open, baby", he chuckles with a final kiss to your cheek, "Show him how good you can be. That’s what you wanted, right?"

"Uh-huh", was the only response you could give him right now, the only thing your brain was still capable of, after that mind shattering orgasm from barely five minutes ago.

You swallow thickly as you watched how Spider gathered some of your arousal and used it to stroke his cock, until it grew hard again. With his free hand, he then reaches over to cup your face affectionately. You lean against his palm and sigh. Spiders thumb traces the outline of your bottom lip, seemingly lost in his thoughts for a moment and you just let him.

"Can I have your mouth next?", he finally mumbles and the thought alone is enough to make your toes curl and warmth spread in your core. "Yes… please", it comes out as a whisper, while you look up at him trough your lashes.

"Oh you‘ll love her mouth, trust me bro. She sucks dick like pro, don’t you baby?" Lo‘ak kisses the shell of your ear and you nod eagerly, a familiar blush decorating your cheeks once again.

Between your lower back and Lo‘aks stomach, you feel his cock twitch, also eager to continue as if he didn’t just came. You wriggle your hips a little, earning a low groan from Lo’ak, before he shifts and then the tip of it prods at your slick entrance. At the same time, Spider moved closer until you were eye level with his crotch. He was still caressing your cheek with his palm and he looked at you with so much adoration while his eyes were also heavy with lust, you couldn’t help but blush even deeper.

“Go on then, pretty girl", Spider coos, "Suck my cock like I know you always wanted to."

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just-wrting · 1 year

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Perhaps a Little Jealous

Title: Perhaps a Little Jealous

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Read

Summary: After gifting Hotch a new sweater, you use it to your advantage to keep other women away. Unfortunately, this doesn’t go unnoticed.

Word Count: 1817

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A/N: My first actual post in forever and it’s not Supernatural. I think having to keep this blog Supernatural related got to me and I just kinda neglected it. I think opening up requests for a multitude of fandoms will help my creativity! Anyway, enjoy some of my current obsession: Criminal Minds’ Aaron Hotchner!

Part 2

Knocking on Hotch’s office door, you smooth out your shirt. Granted, you didn’t have to give Hotch a gift, but you feel obligated to give him something. He had prevented you from getting injured, or worse killed. So in an effort to say thanks, you had gotten him a gift.

“Yes?”

Hotch’s office door swings open and you look at him sheepishly. “I wanted to give you a gift. To say thanks for saving me on the last case. Can I come in?”

Hotch steps aside to let you in. You make your way over to his desk and stand next to the guest chair. You can’t bear to face him due to your face being so red. You know why you are nervous. You just don’t want to admit it.

“You got me a gift? For doing my job?” Hotch makes his way to his desk. “I don’t think this is necessary.”

You glance up to look into his eyes before looking away. You had magically found an excuse to give him a gift, but you are scared to tell him the real reason. You are giving him a gift cause it was a way that you showed you loved someone. Well in this case have feelings for.

“I think it's just a nice thing to do.” You are quick to answer. “You’ve done so much for me since I started at the BAU and not to mention you did save me on the last case.”

Hotch looks like he might ask more, but he graciously holds his hand out for the gift instead. “(Y/N), you’re a member of the team. I was just doing what I would do for any of the others.”

Your heart sinks a little. Of course, Hotch would say something like that. At the end of the day, he is your boss. Hotch is someone you should never have developed feelings for. Yet here you are. Standing in his office, handing him a gift, and almost hoping that he would read into and figure you out.

“Still. It’s just something I like to do for people I care about or like. Like I gave Garcia some coupons I had found for a brand that matches her style.”

You watch as Hotch pulls the ribbon off of the gift. You are nervous. Your heart is pounding. If Hotch took one good look at you, you know that he would be able to pick you apart and say the words you were thinking.

“Coupons and a gift you went out and bought are two different things, (Y/N). Besides, this,” he pulls the sweater out of the box, “looks like it cost you more than some coupons.”

“Hotch, if it bothers you, I can take it back. I just thought that having something comfortable while on a case or that you can use to stay warm in the hotels would be nice. I’m sure I got your size right, but if I didn’t there is a gift receipt in the box.”

Hotch checks the tag and shakes out the sweater. You know it was his style, the quarter-zip, and his color, a wine red. You are almost one hundred percent sure that you had gotten his size, a large, though you’re sure that even if it isn’t the right size he’d still look good. The only thing you didn’t know was whether or not he would like it.

“This is,” Hotch pauses while feeling the material, “very soft. Where did you get this? Actually, if you don’t mind me asking, how much was it?” You give him a smile as someone knocks on the door. “Looks like J.J. was right. There’s always a new case almost right after the last.”

—

It’s the morning of the third day on this case and weirdly enough, you are starving. Normally you get up too late to actually grab breakfast or anything, but today you woke up right as the hotel started putting breakfast out.

Hotch had told you all to make sure you got enough rest last night and to be one hundred percent ready to tackle the case this morning. This meant that you were allowed to get almost eight hours of sleep, closer to seven but who was really counting, and you were allowed to have more than a cup of coffee and a stale muffin for breakfast.

Not only are you right on time, but you also are surprised to see Hotch standing in line for the coffee maker. The new quarter-zip looks very nice on him and you realize that you weren’t the only one who noticed. A pair of women sit at the window, eyeing him from over their teas.

“Hotch!” You speed up your steps. “You should've had me grab you breakfast.”

You step as close as you think you can without getting in his way. The zipper of his sweater going at a diagonal angle makes you want to laugh. Knowing how motivated he is to finish cases, you figure he probably stayed up late and slept in it.

“Your thing, uh zipper, it’s crooked. Here let me fix it for you. Did you end up sleeping in this?”

Your hand grasps the collar of the sweater and gently adjusts it. Smoothing out the fabric, you give Hotch a soft smile. You like that he was wearing the sweater you got him. You didn’t like the fact that other women seem like they wanted to flirt with him.

“You can tell that I didn’t follow my own orders, can’t you?” Hotch asks as he puts a lid on his coffee.

You giggle. “Oh yes. Though if you were up all night looking at the files maybe you magically found something new.”

He hands you your own coffee and walks you toward the ever-wonderful selection of the hotel buffet. “I did see a few things. They could mean nothing, but without a second opinion, I’m unsure. Do you mind if I join you for breakfast and share them?”

You stand there in shock. Is he asking you to have breakfast with him? Not just the whole team? Could it actually just be so he could tell you to not invade his personal space again?

“Uh yeah! My room is super close, J.J. got me the room closest to the front door so that way when I’m running late I’m faster. Is that fine?”

He gives you a quick nod before grabbing some toast. Thankfully he doesn’t leave your side, or make any comments, as you load up your plate. He doesn’t even complain when you toss both a yogurt and a muffin on his plate.

The two of you are silent as you walk what was probably only a minute to your room, but feels like ages to you. You are nervous, not only are you still in pajamas, not even like the ones on television you are wearing the silly cat meme shirt, but you are going to have Aaron Hotchner in your hotel room.

“Sorry about the mess. The only person who usually comes in, well besides the staff, is Emily or J.J. Sometimes Morgan if he thinks I need further teasing. If I’m not treating it like it’s my room I just can’t think right.”

Hotch makes no comment. He instead opts to pull the chair from the desk and offer it to you. You shake your head and pull out the stool. “Actually, I’ll let the boss sit in the fancy chair. I can use the footrest as a seat.”

Hotch lets out a chuckle as he sits down. “The probably cheap office chair is fancy to you?”

You lower the chunk of waffle from your face. “As fancy as a cheap office chair can be. What did you notice?”

Hotch folds his hands on the table. “You paused after saying my name in the lobby. Almost as if you regretted it or noticed something else. When you came up to me you stood closer than you usually did and took your time making sure I was presentable.”

Swallowing hard, you look into his eyes. “Oh. Is this what you meant by opinions to share?”

You think you see a smile on his face as he continues, “You made sure that you put extra food on my plate like you were looking out for me. All of this would leave an impression on others that we’re close. And given the fact that hotels are usually couples or families on vacation this impression would be that we are together.”

You rub your arm and look away. Who said he could look so handsome while profiling your feelings? Just cause he was good at his job doesn’t mean you wanted to be the target.

“You saw the same women sitting near the window that I did, didn’t you? What made you give them the wrong impression?”

You know if you looked at him you’d give everything away even if you lied. “There’s no need for women to be taking up your time. We are on a case. Just because you won’t entertain them, doesn’t mean they won't waste time.”

“You’re very easy to read. When you feel like you can’t control your emotions, you look away. So I know that you’re hiding something or you’re lying to me.”

You know your face is red. You can’t do anything about that. Instead, you turn and face Hotch.

“The team can’t have women taking up time that could be spent working the case.”

Hotch’s smile wavers. “I know you’re lying to me. If that was truly the reason, your face wouldn’t be so flushed. Would you like to know what I think?”

You lick your lips and nod. “If you think you can read me that well then go ahead Hotch. Surprise me.”

This time he leans in. You would worry about the food and coffee spilling but you can’t focus that well with Hotch’s face only a foot away from yours.

“I think that you saw those women watching me and got jealous. Perhaps you got just a little bit,” he pauses and you know the word he’s thinking of, “possessive? You wanted to scare them off and make them think I was taken.”

“What would you do if that was the reason?” You hold your breath. “Would you tell me off?”

Glancing at the clock behind you, Hotch gives a smile. He stands up and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Perhaps after the case is over we can go and get breakfast. Someplace that isn’t your hotel room. Let me know if that works for you, (Y/N).”

With that, Hotch leaves your room. You’re a flustered mess due to his teasing. You never even knew that Hotch could tease. Your ear still feels warm from where he whispered and you do your best to calm down.

#criminal minds #criminal minds aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch #criminal minds aaron hotch #aaron hotch fluff #im back baby #reader insert #criminal minds x reader

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saintmagx · 1 month

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NSFW Alphabet 🥵

Grayson Waller x reader

‼️ Warning: 18+, smut, swearing, mature content, cringe writing ‼️

an: not proof read in anyway shape or form cause I cannot 🫣

Thought I’d try a little something different. Been wanting to do one of these for a while 👀 everyone I write for will eventually have one of these - was just desperate to write something for Grayson 🥲

Grayson fic coming soon - if anyone is interested 👀

Aftercare, what is he like after sex?

Grayson is not overly huge on aftercare. Once he is out of his post glow orgasm state he will ask you how it was for you, offer you a drink then either get back to fucking you or going to sleep. Sometimes too much aftercare is a huge ick.

Body part, his favorite body part on him and also on you.

He likes his arms, he loves showing them off to you trying to impress by showing how strong he is. He is such a thigh man, absolutely adores your thighs - infact it’s his favourite place to be. He is always touching them, grabbing them when you sit next to him, he is extremely primal in staking his claim and leaving hand/bite marks I’m all over them to show everyone who you belong to.

Cum, anything to do with cum.

This man goes feral for creampies. He HAS to finish inside of you. Again it’s all about him showing you who you belong to. His second favourite place to cum is on your face. You looking up at his doe-eyed face full of his cum MAKES.HIM.WEAK

Dirty secret, pretty self explanatory.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve always got his blood pumping. When he started at the performance centre the same time as you it was as if fate brought tall together, however Grayson was too shy to make a move on you - which sounds completely out of character but I think if he really liked someone he wouldn’t be his cocky ass self. When he followed you on insta, he would pleasure himself to your photos, it didn’t have to be bikini photos, it could be normal ones - that’s the effect you had on him. This man was weak for you. It’s something he hasn’t shared with you as he doesn’t want to come off as being weird.

Experience, how experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing?

It’s pretty obvious he is experienced with the ladies. He knows all the right buttons to press to get you off. Even though he has been with alot of women he still had to learn what you like and dislike, but it didn’t take him long to find a rhythm with you and have the best sex of yalls life.

Favorite position, this goes without saying.

This man loves having you cowgirl. Seeing you bounce on top of him, boobs at his disposal, seeing your face twist and contort to him thrusting up into you, he is in heaven.

Goofy, is he more serious in the moment? Is he humorous?

Grayson is naturally a goofball but in the bedroom something takes over him, the goofiness is left at the door and this darkness comes over him. There’s no giggling and playfulness, he is intense and passionate when fucking you.

Hair, how well groomed is he?

Grayson has hair, it ain’t a full grown 70’s style bush, it’s neat and present and he isn’t ashamed about it.

Intimacy, how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect.

He is intense and passionate. Always whispering compliments into your ear telling you how well you are taking him, how much of a good girl you are. There is LOTS of forehead resting/kissing that gets you weak. He gives you glimpses of a tender side when fucking you and it’s just as good as when he is being rough and assertive.

Jack off, masturbation

When yall were on different brands this man would constantly be touching himself to the thought of only you. He would look at the pictures and videos of you on his phone. Grayson would call you up on so many occasions to watch you play with yourself wishing it was him with his fingers inside your pussy and not yours.

Kink, one or more of his kinks.

The thought of you pregnant with his children DRIVES.HIM.WILD. He knows yall ain’t ready for kids but just the thought of it makes him crazy. Cumming inside you is a must, he loves nothing more than telling you when he is fucking you he is going to put his kids in you, and how amazing you’ll look round and full of HIS babies.

Location, favorite places to do the deed.

The old faithful in the bedroom is one of his favourite places, he wants to make sure you are comfortable and laying you down on a soft mattress that he fully intends to pound you into - nothing beats it. When he is feeling more risky and adventurous fucking you on a balcony comes in at a close second, the rush it gives yall - the thought of being caught, it all adds to the pleasure. Lastly a mirror. This one is more intense as he makes you watch yourself as he is fucking you from behind, he loves seeing your face twist and contort in pleasure and he wants you to see exactly what he sees.

Motivation, what turns him on?

This one is simple. You. You turn him on. Everything you do, everything you say, the way your clothes hug your body, the innocent look you give him when you are teasing him, the teasing of him is something he doesn’t tire of. Nothing gets him harder than when you tease him, dropping something between his legs so you have to kneel down in front of him, looking up at him through your eyelashes, gripping his thighs, to then pick up what you dropped, wink at him then leave.

No, something he wouldn’t do.

There is nothing that’s off limits to Grayson. You want to try it? He will do it for you, just like when he comes to you with his fantasies you never say no.

Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill?

Grayson isn’t a selfish lover by any means, however he will admit he does prefer getting blowjobs. He would happily sit and let you suck his cock all day till there is nothing left to empty into you. He will always return the favour and does love eating you out, the taste of you is something he can’t get enough of, but will admit that his tongue spends less time in you than you spend with your lips wrapped round his cock. It’s never really been an issue for you though cause that boy knows how to use his tongue.

Pace, is he fast and rough? slow and sensual?

It depends on his mood. He can be slow and sensual, or rough. You tend to find when he is frustrated, angry or annoyed the sex is rough. I’m talking hair pulling, biting, spanking, throat grabbing, grunting it’s nothing but pure animalistic.

Any other time he takes his time to worship you, to make you feel loved and adored. It’s a health mix that you both love.

Quickie, his opinions on quickies? how often?

He’s not a big fan of quickies because he likes to take his time with you, but sometimes when yall on the road or backstage and the tension between you is high he has to take you right there and then. Bless his heart he tries to be quick but it’s almost never quick.

Risk, is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc

The risk of getting caught is a turn on for him, he likes to play with fire and luckily never gets burned. Nothing is off limits, he will sit next to you in restaurants just so he can rub your clit, have his fingers inside you when yall travelling on the tour bus. He wants to try cockwarning with you but has yet to find the opportunity.

Stamina, how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?

2 maybe 3 rounds depending on how long yall been fucking. Sometimes yall have been locked away in your hotel room for hours. When it comes to Grayson he’s more about the quality of the fuck than how many times he has you cumming - though that can be a fun game too for him.

Toys, does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?

He doesn’t have toys for himself, however he does have for you. A nice butt plug that he sticks in your ass whenever his attention is on your pussy. Cause each hole deserves attention. Sometimes he even has you wearing it when yall go out for a meal or out doing errands. He is normally trying to keep himself soft when out in public, but the thought of your ass stuffed until he is ready to use your hole makes it so hard to stay soft.

Unfair, how much does he like to tease?

Grayson teases you alot. He likes to get you all riled up ready for his cock then he will stop what he is doing and go back to doing whatever he was originally doing. He is a menace, making you grind on his thigh, cock starved only to have you a whimpering mess and not give you the cock you crave. He isn’t all bad though, eventually he gives in and fucks you, but not until he says.

Volume, how loud is he, what sounds does he make?

Just like he is loud and proud in his normal life and in the squared circle, when it comes to the bedroom he is extremely vocal. His moans can drown out you at times, he grunts, swears and praises you throughout, every sweet sound that leaves his lips sends goosebumps rising all over your body.

Wild card, a random headcanon.

He loves making home videos with you. Who needs porn when he has a mountain of videos and photos at his disposal on his phone. When yall fucking he always has his phone out whether it’s taking pictures of his dick in your mouth of videos of him filling you with his cum, he has something for every mood.

X-ray, what's going on underneath his clothes?

Honestly he’s a solid 7. It ain’t the size that matters it’s how it’s used and he can definitely use it.

Yearning, how high is his sex drive?

He thinks about fucking you ALL.THE.TIME. The sight of you, your lingering touch all of that make his cock twitch in his pants, however he knows your sex drive isn’t as high as his so he tries to be respectful most of the time.

Zzz, how quick does he fall asleep after?

Honestly, because of the intensity and passion, Grayson falls asleep pretty quickly, once he’s snuggled up next to you (sometimes he even likes to be the little spoon) he quickly melts away into a deep sleep.

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Not sure if you've seen the finale of the show yet because I'd love to hear your thoughts on how absolutely useless Charlie was once again

I’ve pretty much all the eps for season 1 so you don’t have worry about the spoilers.

As for the ep, I’mma just immediately rip the bandaid off and say that I had to watch it again to remember what happened, yet my brain is still kinda processing it again so I’mma type this to the best of my ability and if I do miss some parts I do apologize.

To start off with one of the things I didn’t like that included Charlie (mostly a personal nitpick) was her “battle fit” (if you could even call it that)

I feel like it should be self explanatory but I’ll explain anyway; for one, the fact that Charlie wearing what I like to call “the evil star butterfly cosplay” just doesn’t make sense to me. Like even though I don’t like Vicky’s fit either, at least she’s wearing something that could cover her skin to lessen the risk of cuts and injuries.

Charlie however is not only wearing a dress but also HIGH HEELS, which realistically would prob have her dead from the spot because for one, you can’t run in heels and two, like I said before she’s at higher risk to be injured compared to Vicky.

Like I’m honestly shocked that she only got a few rips from her clothing and a few bruises, like I get she’s the princess of hell but damage is still damage.

Not only that since Charlie is a princess then, wouldn’t she have access to wear royal armor??? Assuming she did (because there’s gotta be a reason to where she got that shield from), why didn’t she just wear that???? I feel like it would’ve been the most logical thing to wear since after all, YOUR GOING TO WAR AGAINST DEMONS.

Also speaking of the shield, why does she only have a shield and nothing else? You would think that since she’s the princess of hell she’d have some sort of weaponry but no.

She just guards herself a shield while occasionally throwing up magical fireworks like if that’s gonna do anything. Like, I get all niffty did most of the time was stab already dead angels before she killed adam, but at least she actually tried to do some damage compared to Charlie.

And then Razzle and Dazzle.

Listen, I can understand her not being able to save sir pentious because she was trying to protect Vicky and a lot of stuff was going on but why did she summon them? Isn’t she the daughter of lucifer? Wouldn’t she have transforming powers or something to get up there

I mean we’re shown in this gif that he can transform into different animals as he so pleases and can EVEN GROW WINGS.

Wouldn’t Charlie technically have those abilities? And even if she doesn’t have those abilities, these fuckers have guns and cannons with them that could shoot/blast Adam down.

Also gotta love the fact Charlie just stays on the roof of the hotel and watches the Lucifer and Adam fight happen UNTIL ADAM RAY BEAMS THE HOTEL IN HALF, ONLY FOR HER TO BE SAVED BY LUCIFER was so dumb. Women do SOMETHING WHY WERE YOU JUST STANDING THERE????

then like the ending. Omg the ending…

“Omg guys I lost sir p and the hotel guys, I failed” PENDEJA. YOU DID JUST DICK ALL DURING THAT WAR OTHER THAN WAVE SOME SHIELD AROUND WITH SOME FIREWORKS. CRY HARDER. BOO HOO I GUESS.

And I just gotta say, I doesn’t entirely include Charlie but like these parts of the lyrics

What???? Tf you mean redemption may take a while???? We’re still going with that??? After the war against heaven you guys just had??? Did Charlie forget what happened in episode 6, where like there was some shit about heaven being a lie and this evil place???? Why are you guys still trying to redeem sinners when YOU Charlie, realized heaven is evil???

But don’t worry, they rebuild the hotel guys! They can live happy ever after right?

Even though like… let me check my notes…. Oh right! Angel is still stuck with valentino, husk’s soul is still taken away by alastor! Oh yeah, I guess viv forgot about that part I guess.

I know I’ve already said this to friends of mine but ngl this episode especially just reminded of this one page from sonichu where Chris and his chars execute a guy in an electric chair but make it viv’s characters and Adam/heaven.

But uh, yeah. I don’t like Charlie, I don’t like this episode, I don’t like this series. I don’t know anymore.

#hazbin hotel critique #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel charlie #Kat’s ask’s #like seriously who thought this was a good episode besides viv???#this is so bad

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Just watched Avatar 1 again Quaritch is sooooo fucking hot like damn

Can you maybe write something about human Quaritch (when you take request from of him in human form) how he fell in love with a scientist fem!so and him just being totally in love and love sick for her

Hope you had a good day ❤️

Honestly I am conflicted about human Quaritch. But here I go. Also I turned this super angsty and I’m not sorry. I might write more on this I just wanted to get something out for you guys I’m going though the backlog of requests. Have a good day anon!❤️

Human Miles Quaritch X Human Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, pining, mentions of injuries. Angst.

I don’t see him being super lovey dovey as a human

However.

Let’s say your the “one” and he hates that he fell for you you were a science ‘nut’. And he would do anything for you.

He’s the “I’ll kill anyone that touches you” kinda guy.

He’s the kinda guy that sees a flower and brings it back to you cus he thinks you’ll make it look pretty.

He’s traditional in some sense. He believes in wooing a women. So he’ll leave you notes.

“Come see me after lights out” and you would. You would sneak out and talk and drink.

More thank once he had you sat on his knee and arm around your waist head turning to look at you once in a while. He would try and convince you to spend the night in his quarters.

His drunken confession would be that “I won’t be making love ta ya yet darlin’ I just wanna hold ya”

You weren’t a doctor. You weren’t trained in medical science. Yet every time he hit injured he turned up at the door of your lab or even your quarters.

Eyes sparking with joy when the door opens to show your angered form. “Again!” It wasn’t a question at this point. You almost think he was doing this on purpose. You just didn’t get why.

He would sit so still when you patched him up. Whether it was a graze or fill gash that required stitches. Even when you have to use a needle to pull the edges of the torn skin together, he doesn’t complain. He sits there legs spread eyes focused on you, a dangerous smirk on his lips. When you were done he would sit up throw you a wink and mumble “thanks sweetheart” walking away.

He would always find reasons to want to be around you. Picking things up when you drop them. Grabbing things when you can’t reach, almost acting as a shadow.

He asks you random questions. Basic stuff but if it isn’t obvious that he should know he will either radio you or find you somewhere.

“How many hours in a day on Pandora again? Never adjusted..” “36 colonel…” “thanks darlin’”

When you disappear into the mountains with Jake and the others he’s restless. He doesn’t like you being so far out of the way. Somewhere where he can’t protect you.

He will try and ask about you in subtle ways. In his replies to Jakes reports he will try to ask how the group as a whole are doing. “Is the group functioning to the east capacity” Jake maybe be a golden retriever boy but he isn’t dense. He will reply to all the important information and then pushing his luck he will add. “(Y/N) is fine”

When he fly’s out the drag you all back to hells gate and Lyle gets a little rough with you… he goes insane.

When his eyes meet yours he stiffens. You were standing behind grace. Arms folded over your chest and a obvious bruise on your cheek. He does his best to keep his composure but when you are all taken to your cell he stops you pulls you to one side.

He traps you between his arms, back flush against the wall. “Who hurt you” “Lyle” you bite back his expression scared you he looked like he was about to explode. “I’ll fucking kill him”

He kept you by him for the rest of the evening his hand resting on the base of your back. Something so subtle and gentle but you don’t know how to feel. You don’t know how you feel. And when Jake and the others break out, you run.

And it breaks his heart. You grab a mask and you bolt for the ship. Knowing he won’t shoot, knowing he will avoid trying to hit you. In hopes it will save your friends. He stands there. Staring at the spot where he lost sight of you.

And he wonders where he went wrong. He waits until it hits him. He never once said the words “I love you”

#avatar #miles quaritch #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch x reader #avatar way of water #na'vi miles quaritch series #colonel quaritch

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camywamycam · 1 year

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what was left behind in the rubble P.1

1,092 words

soon to be harry x reader

summary: you moved in with your father Sirius Black from California two months ago and he completely ignores you when Harry arrives for your birthday your adoptive father visits you and hell breaks loose.

you never knew your mom, right after you were born she left. you were only two when your father supposedly left too or at least that was what you were told. you were adopted by a nice muggle man named Joel and moved to America, you grew up with him since you had no other family and the ministry refused to give you to Remus. Joel was and is your best friend. most people wouldn't say that about their parents but you always did. he taught you how to skate, how to surf, and how to play lacrosse. during the school year, you attended Ilvermorny and during the summer you attended muggle school. you had friends and family there and everything was great until a giant man appeared at your door and somehow convinced your dad to send you to a school in Scotland. you were going into your 4th year and it was still summer? why did you have to go now? and on top of all of that, you would have to go through being a new kid all over again so you were very so not excited. you walked down the stairs holding your heavy suitcase and sat it at the front door so you could beg your dad not to send you. "Dad, what would I even do in Scotland? what if I get kidnaped? I don't know anyone there please don't send me there I can barely understand British people ill never be able to get the hand on Scottish accents what about my band!" the giant man stared at you and your father, obviously confused by your California English " you have to go it's only for a few months you will be back in no time" you dad said comfortingly "er I believe we've ought to be goin' now" the giant man said in a thick accent as you picked up you bags and looked at your dad for the last time as the man apperated the two of you in front of two buildings.

you watched in shock as a third building appeared and the man just walked in casually with you trailing behind him. Once you got inside you noted the darkness of the house, it all seemed very gloomy. the giant man walked into a dining hall as you stood behind him still holding your suitcase. "go on, introduce yourself don't be shy" the giant said in a hushed voice loud enough to be heard by everyone. "um..hey" you said not sure of what to say as Hagrid stepped to the side making you able to be seen. the adults looked at you as if you had a fish head and the children just sat there confused, then one of the women at the table jumped up and hugged you tightly "Oh you poor dear!" the ginger woman shrieked as she suffocated you, were all Brits this friendly? you looked at Hagrid with a look that screamed help me and he gently pried Mrs. Weasly off of you. She clasped her hands together "You look just like your father" she said with glassy eyes. you looked around the table confused "Is there something going on that I'm not aware of or something?" you said exasperated. a dark-haired man cried into the shoulder of a brown-haired man whose face was littered with scars. Hagrid looked at you confused "You don't know?" "know what!?" Hagrid leaned close to your ear and whispered "That's yer dad" There was a beat of silence and the children looked as if they were just now hearing about this. "what. the. fuck.

that was three months ago. you met your dad and for the first few days things were rocky but nice, until some kid named harry potter showed up lightning scar and all. it hurt that your dad had literally forgotten about you five days after meeting you but you didn't care, you still had Joel. what pissed you off though is that you couldn't go home for your birthday and spend it with your friends. so now here you were, in a room that isn't yours scrolling through your phone and liking all your friend's birthday posts they tagged you in. You planned on calling them later on. you received a text from your dad (you call Joel's dad and Sirius by his name) telling you to come downstairs. maybe he sent me a gift? you thought as you walked downstairs in your pajamas. to your surprise there was Joel holding a strangely wrapped present. he looked kind of different, he hadn't shaved. "Dad!" all the people in the room who had seemingly been interrogating him looked at you with shock as you jumped off the stairs and attacked him with a hug "I missed you too sugar cube!" Joel said ruffling your hair. The two of you broke apart and you ignored the stares of the people around you and the glare Sirius was giving "how did you get here! when did you get here? how long are you staying?" you rambled on as Joel laughed at your excitement "I got here a good 4 minutes ago and I think I might stay a day or two" you smiled impossibly wider and hugged him again. " actually I would prefer you left today." Sirius said pissy as hell. you ignored him knowing it's better to ignore him when he's petty like this. you weren't surprised that the people in the room were shocked, Remus, Molly, and some others had been trying to connect with you for a while but you had been so closed off they assumed you liked to be left alone and left it at that, but now you were ecstatically jumping around this strange American man like you were insane. "hey you still haven't opened my present!" Joel said prying you off him, obviously not comfortable with the attention you were bringing towards him as if the people couldn't be more shocked when Joel said "Happy birthday kid!" the entire room went silent and everyone looked at Sirius as he looked like he was going to faint. you ripped open the package and almost fainted yourself when you spotted a new board with the grip tape already on. "holy shit thanks Dad!" and with that, Sirius fainted.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x daughter!reader #angst #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter angst #remus lupin x reader platonic

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 7 months

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52 Pick Up: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: This case involves a misogynistic man that thinks women is God’s gift to men, and you need him to help you solve this case. Meanwhile, Spencer goes through a *minor* crisis about your relationship, but he sees you for the woman you truly are.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

It's not hard to find a dress to wear to the club in this sort of town, and when you do, you head to the locker room to change. However, all you can do is stare at the dress. This isn't who you are. You don't like to go to clubs. You'd rather stay home with Spencer and read or play chess.

"Y/N?"

You look to your left when you hear Hotch's voice.

"Come in. I'm almost ready."

"You're okay with this, right?" Hotch asks when he walks in.

"I'll be fine. Unfortunately, I've dealt with men like Viper before. Fortunately, they never won," you chuckle. "I can handle it. Though, I do think that it's a good idea to bring Emily along. We could throw him off."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Derek and Spencer will also be around if you feel uncomfortable."

"I appreciate that."

Spencer knows how crowded it can get at a club, but he never expected it to be this crowded. He tries to give the profile and fliers out to every woman interested in talking to him, but they all leave with scoffs and weird looks on their faces. Spencer groans and walks over to Derek who doesn't have any fliers in his hands.

"So, how's it going?"

"Not good. I gave the profile to one woman and she asked if I was the unsub. How are you doing?"

"Well, I gave out all my fliers."

"How many phone numbers did you get?"

"None. I'm working a case here, kid." Spencer raises his eyebrows, and Derek rolls his eyes. "Okay, four were offered, but I didn't take any of them."

Spencer nods and looks around while playing with his fingers nervously. Derek notices some tension about him, and he walks in front of him to catch his eyes.

"What's going on in that big brain of yours?"

"Okay, don't tell Y/N about this, but I want to be more confident with her. I mean, look at you. You got four phone numbers, and I don't want other women's phone numbers, I want to be more confident with Y/N. I'm always talking and I'm afraid I'm going to scare her away or make her less interested in me."

"Kid, if there is one thing I'm sure about in this world, it's her love for you." Spencer still doesn't seem sure, so Derek places a hand on Spencer's shoulder to grab his attention. "Look, let me school you real quick. What you have to do with Y/N is just take control of the conversation. When you're talking, what makes you feel like an expert?"

"Statistics."

"No, trust me. Something else."

"When I do magic."

"See? See, that's perfect. I'm sure Y/N likes magic."

"She loves it, but I feel like she'll be bored of me and find someone new," Spencer sighs.

"Have you talked to her about this?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll give you a quick lesson on how to be more confident."

As Derek is talking, Spencer looks around for you. You should be arriving soon, and when he spots you at the entrance, a smile finds its way on his face. The dress you're wearing is tighter than normal, but the color compliments your skin. You're absolutely breathtaking to him. There are hundreds of women here, but you're the most beautiful one.

You lock eyes with Spencer and give him a stunning smile. You mouth "I love you" before winking at him. Viper is across the room from you, so you turn and head his way while Spencer watches with metaphorical hearts in his eyes.

"You know what?" Spencer cuts his friend off. "I don't need to change. She loves me for me, even when I'm talking about statistics and numbers or when I talk about Star Wars. I can truly be myself with her, and that's more than anything you can teach me."

"You're smitten."

"I'm going to marry her one day," Spencer smiles brightly. "I've been thinking about it. We've been together for three years."

"Are you serious?"

"Maybe not right this second, but one day, I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

You look back at Spencer once more before turning your attention to Viper. He's talking to some guys at the club for some last-minute pointers when he spots you in the crowd. You smile and wave at him even though it disgusts you to act this way. He excuses himself and makes his way over to you.

"This is a nice surprise."

"Well, the Atlanta PD and the FBI are combing all the bars you go to, and it looks like I pulled the short straw."

"Lucky me, then."

"Tell me something, Viper. Why do you do it? Why do you teach guys how to be somebody they're not?"

"Because it's a game; one I'm good at. I want to help other guys get good at it, too."

"So, affection, sex, and emotional commitment are all for fun?"

"No. The fun is in the initial spark. It's that thing a guy does in the first five seconds that makes you go... Him. What you're talking about is a different beast. You can't fake it. You have to want it. Now, why are you really here?"

Viper looks you up and down again before leaning in close to you. It's funny how he thinks he's going to get some from you. Emily takes this opportunity to come in to save you from throwing up all over Viper.

"Is this the guy you were telling me about?"

"Viper, meet SSA Emily Prentiss from the BAU. Emily, this is Viper. He's God's gift to women, apparently."

"God sure has a sense of humor."

"You brought a friend."

"You promised if I met you on your turf, you'd show me something special. So let's see it."

"Yeah, Viper, who gets pushed and who gets pulled tonight?" Emily asks.

"You see, eye contact is a very powerful gauge. It's why you tend to look away from someone you're attracted to. You know instinctively what a dead giveaway it is, but your brain goes there anyway. Images... fantasies..."

"Don't flatter yourself," she says slowly.

"The eyes don't lie. They dilate. It's a chemical response. We can't control it."

"Okay, fifteen seconds. Give it to me." Emily looks at you, but you don't see a change in her eyes. "Nope. No change. No dilation. Guess you're not a match."

"Only because you have someone else on your mind. Once that happens, the attraction center in the brain shuts down. Your turn," he says to you.

"No," you chuckle.

"Are you scared I might be right?"

"No, Paul, I'm baffled." He's a bit shocked you knew his real name, but he doesn't show it visually. "I cannot figure out what the unsub could have learned from you."

"What do you mean? He took my look, my words, and everything that makes me successful to the opposite sex."

"Really? Because that guy can get beautiful women into his apartment. I wouldn't let you on my Facebook page," Emily says.

"You're on Facebook?" you ask her.

"Yeah, you should friend me."

"I will."

"Hey!" Viper needs the attention back on him, so he doesn't like this little exchange. "I gave him the routines that made him what he is."

"It must all be in the salesmanship because we've been watching all the women in the club, and not one of them has looked at you. So, who do you really go home with, Paul? Or do you go home alone?"

Viper looks down but instead of breaking like you'd hope, all he does is laugh.

"That was really good, ladies. That was really good. Don't you think I know why you're here? One of my students copies my moves, and you're here to get inside my mind. Don't you see? I confronted my queen bee a long time ago."

"What's a queen bee?"

"You are, and so is every other confident girl in here who's loud when she's drunk. Every student who's ever taken my class has had one in his life. The first exercise my students have to complete is to confront their queen bee. It could be the girl who cheated on you or the prom date who stood you up, but you find them and squash them."

"I really hope I don't meet you again. Make it my turf, and you're really in trouble," you say before walking off.

Spencer is talking to the bartender, but before you can go to him, you call Hotch up with Emily by your side. You go to a quiet place in the club so you can place him on speakerphone.

"Our unsub knew Vanessa."

"How do you know?"

"It's Viper's first confidence-building exercise. Find the source of your first rejection and make her pay for it. That's why he stopped seeing prostitutes. He took Viper's class and decided to confront Vanessa."

"It makes sense with what he said to Vanessa that night. 'Don't you know who I am? Look closer'," Rossi says.

"He meant it literally. We need to talk to the family again. Stay there, Y/N. The unsub could show up at any time, and you're the best way to catch him."

"Yeah, I will."

You leave Emily's side so she can patrol the area while you join your boyfriend's side who is now talking to Derek. When he sees you, and pulls you in for a hug.

"I hate the club. I'd rather be at home and doing puzzles or playing chess or listening to you read." Spencer stares at you with an unreadable expression and a smile. "What?"

"Yeah, I'd rather do that too."

Spencer's phone rings and he picks it up when he sees it's the bartender calling him. However, when he answers, she hangs up the call. She called him for a reason, and if she isn't picking up, then that means she's in trouble. The bouncer of the club saw her go into the back right before a man followed her, and you have no doubt it was the unsub.

It's very difficult to follow one energy with this many people at the club, but you manage to follow it to the back where there is a red and blue energy... and no bartender. After calling it into hotch, Penelope found out everything about her so that units could be dispatched to her apartment.

"The bouncer saw Austin go out the back. She likes to smoke back here."

"Based on the witness's description, it definitely sounds like the unsub was here. We got units at her apartment, but no one's home."

Spencer tries her phone again, but it's going straight to voicemail.

"It keeps going straight to voicemail. Maybe we could have Garcia try to triangulate where she is based on the cell phone."

He's about to hang up when he hears a quiet ringtone come from the fake plants behind him. Austin's phone has been dumped there, which means the unsub has his hands on her.

"He has her," Spencer says.

While your team was at the club, Hotch and Rossi worked with Penelope to get Vipers' attendance records. Rossi talked with the Holden family again and got the name Robert since he was always obsessed with Vanessa when they were kids. With Robert, Bob, and Bobby, Penelope narrowed the list down to twenty-three suspects. Once she had access to their birth records, she pulled the mothers' names and cross-referenced them with work and home addresses in Fulton County.

That gave her Robert C. Parker, who lives at 932 Pryor Street which is only five miles from the station and the club. Everyone available was sent to his address, and before you even got out of the car, you knew Austin was in there because her energy was pouring out of the open windows.

Derek breaks down the double door just as Robert was going to stab Austin. He looks at Derek in shock and tries to run, but he tackles the bastard to the ground easily.

"Don't move!"

You and Spencer rush over to Austin who is a crying mess on the floor while the rest of the team scopes out the apartment from the inside. Spencer removes the tape on her mouth while you take off the tape on her wrists.

"I called you," she sobs.

"I know. I know. Let's go."

Spencer takes her outside where the ambulances will show once they arrive. You look at a closed door in the back of the room and nudge Hotch about it.

"There's someone in there."

Hotch approaches the door carefully and opens it to reveal an old woman hooked up to a dialysis machine. She is confused and scared about what's going on. She must not know what her son has been doing.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Mrs. Parker?"

"Where's Robert? Where's my son?"

"Everything's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you some help."

"Woman No. Please. I need Robert. I need to be changed," she whimpers.

"It's a dialysis pump," Rossi whispers to you and Hotch. "It was issued ten months ago. We found our secondary trigger."

Austin is going to be okay once she calms down and has a therapist for life. The club life has never been for you since you'd much rather be at home with Spencer. That's exactly what you're going to do as soon as you get back to Quantico. Without him knowing, you bought a puzzle book at the airport so that you two can do it at home.

Spencer is finishing with some paperwork while you're in the break room making some coffee. It's going to be a long night ahead of you. Derek walks in to empty his half-drunk cup when he notices you.

"How are you doing?"

"Fine. I hate that Viper is still out there, but there isn't much I can do about that."

"What's that?" he asks and points to the book.

"It's a new puzzle book for Spencer," you grin. "He finished with his other one, and we're trying to beat his record which is over two minutes. I can't wait to do this with him."

"You're smitten."

You look over at Spencer who smiles at you. He finishes what he's doing and gathers his things to head home for the night.

"I'm going to marry him one day," you say proudly.

"I know. You two are perfect for each other."

Spencer walks into the break room just as you grab the puzzle book.

"Ready to head home?"

"With you?" You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers. "Always."

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(From research but also from my own workings with him. This isn’t meant to be strictly historical this is more for pagans wanting to work with him. There will be a lot of UPG or SPG)

A small summary of Freyr…or, Frey, Yngvi-Freyr and many other names.

He is a Norse god who was heavily worshipped as a fertility god, as well as a god of good weather good harvest and kingship.

Freyr and his twin sister Freya along with their Father Njörðr were originally from the group of gods that rivaled the Æsir called the Vanir.

Not much is told about their time with the Vanir though, their story mainly starts with them moving to Asgard as a deal made between the two rivaling groups of gods.

Freyr has a wife, a giantess named Gerd who he cares for deeply.

He is a fierce protector of women and it is even said that when he is around weapons literally won’t work on women. Swords would break against their skin.

He is also the ruler of Alfheim land of the elves.

Freyr is mentioned in the Prose Edda and Poetic Edda multiple times.

My personal experience with him:

I was searching for a deity to reach out to after Skadi left and she’d given me a message to work with a deity who had a warmer energy. I think she already had Freyr in mind.

He really has been a warm energy. He feels like laying down in tall grass and making flower crowns with friends while you braid each others hair. He also feels like the hot sweat of a hard day of work, and feeling happy after you’ve done something you’re proud of.

He’s helped me with a lot of my struggles as a transgender man. I worry often about the features of me that are still “too feminine” and he has been there for me and helped teach me the ways to embrace the feminine sides of me. He’s such a positive influence and he shows up some of the most often in my meditations.

Offerings for Freyr

Wildflowers/local flowers

Flower crowns

Bread

Alcohol (mead, beer)

Images of boar (he has a golden boar Gullinbursti)

Ship in a bottle/ship imagery (he has a ship Skíðblaðnir that can shrink and fit in his pocket)

Crystals that represent fertility

Citrine

Phallic imagery has also always been a very popular offering/way of worshipping him

Candle colors: white, gold, yellow, green, red

Non physical offerings:

Go on a nature walk/(disability friendly version watch a YouTube video of a nature walk or a virtual tour of a national park)

Make flower crowns

Make a filling meal with lots of fruit and veggies and grains

Write him poetry

Meditate together

Protect and stand up for women

Gardening/learning about plants

Working out (I don’t personally do this for him since I have 3 other deities I already dedicate workouts to but he is good for this as well!)

All in all I think Freyr is a fantastic deity to have around. His energy is warm and so is he. I’m sure he can be very serious at times as well when he needs to be. But in my experience I’ve just felt only comfort when I go to him. Him and Thor are like the sunshine boys of my personal pantheon.

If you feel like he’s reaching out to you it could come just from having an interest in him that you can’t shake, or seeing things associated to him often. If you feel like he’s for you, reach out to him through your preferred divination method or clairsense to confirm and see if he truly is wanting to work together. Or just set up a little altar for him and have a place in your practice for worshiping him if that feels more correct for you 💛

#Freyr #norse heathen #norse pantheon #norse pagan #deity guide #deity witchcraft #deity worship #Norse gods

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sirianasims · 2 months

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It was Saturday night. We had ordered room service, watched an old cult classic in bed. Paul hadn’t felt like going out. A reporter had cornered him in the airport yesterday and questioned him about his frequent visits to San Myshuno, asked if he was seeing someone.

He’d denied it.

Despite the fame, Paul was an intensely private person, always guarding his personal space against a world that kept demanding more. I respected that, even though I was more used to the opposite. My personal life was part of my online brand, but I’d followed his lead and kept our relationship secret.

Paul’s arms were wrapped around me, his chest firm and reassuring against my back. The rhythmic cadence of his breathing was like a soft lullaby, but I was nowhere close to falling asleep.

“Julia? Is something wrong? Are you still thinking about the reporter?”

“It’s just… all this secrecy.”

“You don’t think I denied seeing anyone because I’m ashamed of you, do you?”

I took a deep breath.

“Seventeen years, Paul. It’s not just the number, it’s the experience. I’m proud of what I do, I really am, but compared to you, drawing and sewing in front of a tiny camera by myself seems… trivial. You have this glamorous life, you know all these famous people, you’ve traveled the world. I haven’t done anything. Sometimes I’m afraid that I might not be, well, sophisticated or interesting enough for you. That I might never be someone you’d want to show off in public.”

“Listen to me, Julia. You are more than enough for anyone. Definitely for me. But if people find out about us, I’m not worried about myself. An older actor dating a younger woman? That’s not a scandal, that’s a cliché. But you… I really don’t want you facing the kind of judgment this would get you.”

“Wait, you’re saying you’re concerned about my reputation?”

“In a way. I don’t care what people say about me any more. I’ve been in this industry long enough to develop a thick skin. But you deserve so much better. And while it isn’t fair, the world is much more likely to judge you, and that’s the last thing I want.”

I cupped his face in my hands.

“Paul, I don’t care. What could they possibly say?”

He looked away, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

“Oh, you have no idea. They’ll say that you callously seduced me to further your own career or that you’re too dumb to be anything more than arm candy. Probably somehow both. They’ll accuse you of being a gold-digger. Men will hate you because they can’t have you, women will hate you because they can’t be you. People will be cruel and unforgiving and pick apart everything you are. They will criticise your work, your looks, the way you walk and talk. And it never ends. The peak of my fame was almost a decade ago, but they’re still following me into airports and asking about my love life.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. Paul looked at me earnestly.

“Julia, I believe in you. Your work is great, especially your own designs, and I’ve seen a lot of costumes. I want you to be famous for being incredibly talented, not just for being Paul Romeo’s girlfriend.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, so I am your girlfriend, then?”

He laughed.

“That’s your takeaway from this conversation? Of course you are, what do you think we’ve been doing for the last few months?”

“Well, what do I know, I’m just the dumb arm candy of Paul Romeo. I should probably be pestering you to buy me a sports car made of diamonds or a platinum ladder so I can social-climb in style.”

Paul chuckled.

“That sounds impractical. And you’re definitely not dumb, but you’re pretty terrible at being a gold-digger. All joking aside, I don’t like keeping you a secret either, but I know the dark side of fame, how toxic it can be. It can really poison a relationship. I’ve seen it happen to friends and colleagues over and over again, and I just want to protect you from that. Protect us.”

I respected Paul for his noble intentions, for looking out for me. Still, a part of me, that stubborn – and probably naive – part, wanted to stand tall and shout it from the rooftops, consequences be damned.

But I also knew that he was right.

Those consequences would hurt me way more than they would hurt him.

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #julia duchelli #paul romeo

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dumbass-hyperfixations · 3 days

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I started watching 911 recently (and I’m not gonna lie, it’s mostly because of Buck’s coming out because I wasn’t gonna start watching yet a show with a very potential queerbait in the middle of an otherwise very diverse and interesting looking cast) and I’ve been loving it, and even though I’m only on season 3 now, I really want to contribute with an idea on how the show could start up Eddie’s own coming out journey (which is hopefully in the cards)

Now, I don’t know how much closer Michael Grant gets to everyone else on the show (since I’m on season 3, I haven’t really seen him interact much with anyone but Bobby and Hen from the 118, and idk if that changes or if his relationship with other characters deepens over the years), but I would really like him to be present at Chimney and Maddie’s wedding. And maybe Tommy and Buck are being cute on the dancefloor, and then the camera pans to Eddie, who is seated to the side with Marisol, looking at the pair a little wistfully (just enough for us to know that maybe sitting there with Marisol isn’t exactly what he wants to do). And then, the camera would go to Michael, noticing Eddie’s look, and Marisol’s sort of dejected and bored expression. And he sees a couple that not only appears unhappy with each other, but also sees a whole lot of himself in Eddie.

So, as the wedding reception is coming to a close, Michael is at the bar as Eddie comes by, looking for one more round as the bartender announces the last call. And as he waits for the drink, Michael strikes up a conversation with a bit of small talk (again, idk if they’re close enough to have a deep conversation right off the bat), and then goes, “hey, did Bobby or Athena ever tell you why we got divorced?”

And Eddie stumbles over the answer a bit awkwardly, like yeah, it was because, well, um, you know, because you’re …

And Michael chuckles, putting him out of his misery with a “a flaming homosexual? Yeah. No sense in beating around the bush about it. At least not anymore. You know, I was so deep in denial I never even kissed a man until I was in my fifties?”

“Really? So you’ve … only been with women until you came out?” Eddie asks and Michael nods. “And you’re sure you’re not bisexual?”

To which Michael laughs and reassures him that no, not bisexual, just a very very repressed gay man. Then, he drives his not-so-subtle point home by saying:

“And even still, I don’t have many regrets about my life. I got two incredible kids out of it, and I can’t imagine my life without them. My only regret, though, is that I spent fifteen years with a woman I couldn’t love the way she loved me, and I wasn’t even man enough to give her a chance to look for someone better. Fifteen years. That’s a hell of a lot of time to take away from someone.”

And while he speaks, we see Eddie glance across the room, to Marisol fussing over Chris. And, inevitably, to Buck laughing along with something Chimney said on the other side of the room. And when he looks back at Michael, he sees a very knowing expression on his face.

“What are you trying to say?” Eddies asks, still guarded as hell, to which Michael chuckles.

“Nothing, man. I guess I just officially entered my lonely gay drunk at the bar days. But if I can pass a little wisdom. If can already you feel it in your gut that you’re not with the right person, maybe don’t be like me and spend the next fifteen years trying to figure out what you already know.”

And then he leaves, and BOOM, Eddie is forced to realize things he would much rather keep repressed.

#i know im new to the fandom but gosh #michael and eddie’s stories parallel each other in so many ways #ESPECIALLY IF eddie is going to come out as gay at some point #and i would just die to see michael having his paternal guiding hand in his coming out #it doesn’t even have to be the wedding it could just be a family fire house gathering #just let michael tell his story to eddie and maybe wake him up to non-comphet possibilities in life 😭😭#eddie diaz #911 abc #911 show #gay eddie diaz #buddie #911 buddie #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #eddie diaz x evan buckley #evan buckley x eddie diaz

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inspired by @izzyspussy’s prompt. hope u dont mind?? lol also tw for mention of james tartt. yknow how it is — also im thinking this takes place around the start of the season after the show ends 💚 but also (thanks nonny!) just pretend eras tour came out 2021 and barbie came out 2022 and not. now LOL

It starts as less than a handful of Tweets. Honestly, Jamie laughs at the first one, then scrolls by and completely misses the rest. And then he sees a group of lads donning West Ham merch pointing at him while on his morning run (sans Roy, who had to bow out due to a cold, the dick . . . Jamie's planning on picking him up breakfast) and whispering — but not quiet enough — that the Barbie has escaped his box. The Tweets (and comments and replies and DMs) appear more frequently after that.

The pictures of him in his pink tracksuit, tied to Roy’s bike, are passed around again. This time not by his loyal fans who begged for proper HD pics from him and thought he looked good as hell, but by the ones who call him Barbie and think his hair is blond and dumb and that he is just a dumb blond who isn’t even that good at football. At least that last bit could be easily refuted by his stats. He’s damn good at his job, and he knows it.

He doesn’t say anything about it, however, until they’re in the locker room after training, and Isaac huffs at something while looking at his phone. Jamie glances over to see him angling the screen toward him. “They’re callin’ you Barbie, bruv.”

Isaac is a really good friend, like, the best a guy could ask for. But Jamie kind of doesn’t want to think about this. “Yeah, I saw. It’s a compliment, innit? And kind of fittin’. I’m perfect, I’m everything. I am Barbie, ain’t I?”

At his easy dismissal, Isaac brightens up, grinning, and Jamie grins back. He finds the Tweet he was shown and posts a good selfie he took a few days ago, captioning it, I am everything. You wanna be Ken? It’s a bit stupid, but the insult is stupid too, so he thinks he’s allowed it.

The thing is — he wants to be unbothered by the nickname. The Barbie movie was fucking awesome, and though he’s still on thin ice with Keeley, even after their strictly-business trip to Brazil, they put aside their differences . . . that is, they put aside Jamie’s fuck-up to go and watch one of the screenings together. Yeah. It was fucking awesome. And he loves women. Like, major respect.

But the condemnations of the word are a knife’s edge away from a whiskey-tinged voice hissing soft and little bitch in his ear, and Jamie really can’t fucking deal with that right now. And he had gone and seen James in rehab, just for a couple hours, and he doesn’t regret going and seeing him, and he actually thinks it’s fucking mint the man’s getting help. He even enjoyed going through the old photos of his grandparents and James as a baby and even some of his own photos, when his mum looked a little less tired and he wasn’t afraid to smile too brightly. And in rehab, James is given limited Internet time, so the chances of him seeing the insults, seeing Jamie being called a girls’ toy, something pretty and pink, are small, and even if he does see, what can he do? They won’t just let him leave while obviously on some rampage.

It’s not like Jamie plans on going back to the man any time soon anyway. He’s not James Tartt’s anything. They just share a name. So what?

Jamie jumps at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. He pockets his phone (his Quote Tweet is now at twenty thousand likes and counting), and when he turns, it’s Roy, staring at him with those impossibly dark eyes and wild brows that make them even darker.

“Hi, coach,” he says with a grin.

Roy grunts back.

Jamie stays still for another second before blinking. “Got any wisdom for me?”

The other guys have begun to clear out, and now it’s just them and Beard still in the coaches’ office. And Will, who seems to be some metaphor for God, the way he’s always around, not even lurking, just . . . around.

Finally, Roy says, “Good pass. Don’t be late tomorrow.”

It’s so unbearably Roy that it makes Jamie sick. It also suggests there’s more he’s not saying, but Jamie isn’t sure what. He doesn’t push, however, just salutes him. “‘Course, coach,” he leans back on his heels, “dark and early, yeah?”

Roy nods, then pivots and mechanically goes back to the office. Jamie watches him go before turning and gathering his things. As he packs, he can practically feel Roy’s eyes on his back, but he knows when he turns, both him and Beard will be staring down at things on their desks. Whatever.

Jamie doesn’t run into anyone on his way out, and he’s grateful, taking a breath when he gets in his car then speeding off. He feels itchy under his skin, like when his foot falls asleep but the sensation is all over his body, and he kind of regrets leaving Nelson Road because he thinks running a few extra laps up and down the pitch would soothe him, if only a little bit. Despite this, when he gets home, he just gets out of his car and goes inside. It’s not that he’s worried about a repeat of his solo jog that one morning. It’s just really hot outside, what with it being late July and all, and he just showered, like, thirty minutes ago.

Every time a notification goes off on his phone, his stomach flips in a really awful way. Jamie turns off his phone.

Maybe now that he’s said something, it’ll die down. Since he’s made it clear he’s not bothered by it, that he can take whatever they give, they’ll stop.

And then, the first match of the season, Jamie walks onto the pitch, and a familiar song starts up. It’s not his song — but it’s certainly for him.

“Are they singing . . . ‘Barbie Girl’?” Colin asks from behind him.

“And changing the pronoun to ‘he’,” Jan adds, helpful as ever.

Jamie catches sight of one of the cameras recording the match, grins and sticks out his tongue, and when he looks to the opposing fans’ side, he even gives a little bow. Just for them. He thinks about something Lasso said to him once about bullying, after he stopped being a dick to Nate and asked why Ted never stepped in. Acknowledging it almost always makes it worse. Sorry that Jamie had believed in the ‘almost’.

;

After getting booted from Keeley’s and after a dinner at a kebab place that Jamie knows is good because Roy didn’t actually make him sit and watch — he picked bits of lamb from the skewer and placed them on the napkin in front of Jamie without a word — it’s not unusual for him and Roy to get dinner together. Sometimes it’s just them at Roy’s, who’s a better cook than his mum but not better than Simon, and sometimes it’ll be at a pub, and sometimes they’ll go to a restaurant. It was with ruddy cheeks that Roy admitted the kebab shop was like his church, but Jamie wasn’t judging. He thinks he understood the ecstasy of St Theresa after a bite of that lamb.

Tonight, however, Roy drops Jamie off at his place, and then parks the car and follows him in.

“Uh,” Jamie says when Roy stands in the entryway, a hand behind his back, posture stiff, “can I help you?”

“Go to your room,” Roy replies, and Jamie’s eyes go wide, and he says, “O-kay, Daddy,” before he backtracks, but Roy is backtracking too. “I mean, go somewhere that isn’t behind me or the kitchen.”

Jamie’s mouth drops into an ‘o’. “Right. Okay. I’ll just go to the living room, then.”

Roy nods, and Jamie walks slowly to the couch, backwards so he can watch Roy watching him.

He manages to sit still on his couch for a good two minutes, listening to Roy clattering about his kitchen, before he hops up and goes to sit at his dining table instead. It’s there that he sees a paper bag, and it takes everything in him not to peek into it. At the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, Roy leans back from where he’d had his head stuck in Jamie’s fridge, and he turns to look back at Jamie, who smiles innocently at him. He even waggles his fingers in a wave for good measure.

Roy rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, so Jamie thinks it’s fine, and he doesn’t think about how good it feels to be the one behind Roy Kent’s smile. Roy goes back to rummaging through the fridge.

Eventually, Jamie gets roped into helping out, but all his complaints are customary, and he thinks if he had allowed himself — if he had been allowed — to dream about domesticity, this is exactly how it would’ve been. Right down to the celebrity footballer. It’s kind of perfect.

Then, Jamie’s phone goes off.

It’s his news app, which he keeps forgetting to turn off the notifications for, and it irritates him every time, but especially when he actually clicks the notification ‘cause the story looks interesting, only to find out he’s somehow already used up his articles for the month, and would he please be willing to spare a few pounds every month for more? In theory, yes, he is willing. In practice . . . he has other places to put his money.

That being said, the irritation he feels then is nothing compared to the humiliation he feels now, reading the headline: This Barbie is a Footballer: AFC Richmond Jamie Tartt’s new song.

Roy is turned the other way, so luckily, he can’t see the way Jamie’s smile immediately drops from his face. This shit isn’t even important! It’s just some stupid fan war mess, the opponents’ fans trying to get in his head, and it’s not fucking working, alright? He doesn’t care. He’s just embarrassed that it’s apparently made the news. It’s really not a big deal.

When he looks up from his phone, Roy is looking at him. Jamie swallows.

“It’s nothin’,” he tells him. “Just some politician, saying some stupid thing. Sam sent it to me to rant.”

Roy nods, but he looks like he doesn’t believe him. Jamie’s voice had wavered in the middle, so he doesn’t believe himself either. But he still doesn’t budge, just leans back against the counter and waits for Roy to either turn away or say something in return. Roy turns away. Over his shoulder, he says, “I have something for you after we eat.”

“Whatever’s in the bag?” Jamie asks. Roy grunts. “Is it concert tickets? Am I goin’ to see Taylor fucking Swift? The bag’s just to throw me off, obviously.”

“Fuck no,” Roy’s response is, pun intended, swift and immediate. Jamie grins. “You’ll see later. Just . . . wait.”

Jamie groans. “Fine. But it better be good, since you got me all excited for the concert.”

Roy gives him a stern glare. Jamie puts his hands up, then gets back to washing the dishes they’re done using.

All throughout their meal, Jamie struggles to sit still, and his eyes, without fail, return to the bag. It becomes enough of a problem that Roy takes the bag and hides it in his lap, but Jamie’s no coward, so his gaze still wanders to — well.

“The quicker you finish eating, the sooner you get to see it,” Roy growls out around his own mouthful of salmon and quinoa (Jamie was surprised he had those things in his freezer and cupboard too, but it made a damn good meal, so he’s not complaining).

Jamie grows a lot more focussed after that, and he’s done within minutes — nay, seconds. Roy raises his eyebrows in approval. Jamie licks the leftover glaze for the salmon off his fork for good measure. Roy looks down at his plate.

Once Roy finishes eating, the paper bag makes its triumphant return, Roy setting it between them. He nods his head at it, and Jamie takes it quickly, before the other can change his mind and take it back.

He doesn’t expect what he pulls out, but he feels like he should. He looks between the Barbie and Roy, who’s staring at Jamie with a gaze so intense Jamie worries he might burn up from it. If this had been bestowed to him any time the year before, especially from Roy, he’d think it a continuation of the insult. But all he feels right now is laughter, the weight in his stomach turning into something bubbly and light that works its way up his throat and past his lips. Slowly — because he’s out of practice, the old fart — Roy begins to smile back.

The stupid fucking made-to-move soccer Barbie is even wearing an England kit, and when Jamie turns her around, he grins at the number and name on the back.

“You fucking dick,” he says, the words coming out as a hiss through his teeth, that’s how hard he’s grinning.

“You’re Jamie fucking Tartt,” Roy replies, and Jamie wishes he had a word to describe the look the other was sending him, but the best he can do is say how it makes him feel — really fucking good; like nothing could ever hurt him; like there is no one else in the world but the two of them; like he could go win the World Cup, the FA Cup, all the Leagues, every award in the football world, and not break a single sweat. It makes him feel a lot like he’s in love.

Roy’s not done: “You are everything. Who gives a shit if some pricks call you Barbie? You fucking own it, Jamie. You are every-fucking-thing, and they’re not even Ken.”

And Jamie will make fun of him for it later, that he’s more than aware of the movie’s tagline, but at the moment, he’s clutching the Barbie to his chest like a lifeline, and he feels a sting behind his eyes, like tears are threatening to spill, and his cheeks hurt with how hard he’s smiling.

Roy clears his throat. “Phoebe said there are ways you can change the hair, but . . . don’t use heat. It’s plastic. You can cut it or dye it fucking . . . walnut haze or whatever.”

Jamie doesn’t even correct him that it’s walnut mist. He’s close enough.

He gives the doll one last squeeze. “Thanks, Roy, I mean it.”

Roy doesn’t reply, just gives a grunt and nods his head. That’s alright too. Jamie looks down at the doll again, then leans back in his seat. He holds it up to his face, angles her head so they’re cheek-to-cheek more or less.

“Like twins, ain’t we?”

And Jamie wonders if maybe there were something in the food, or maybe in their drinks, because it seems like Roy can’t stop smiling either.

;

The opposing fans are at it again. Jamie sees Roy glance back at him and grins. He considers mouthing all good, coach, but he’s more interested in using one arm to wave and the other to hold his Barbie up the same way he had when it was just him and Roy, teeth bared all the while. The crowd goes wild, of course.

He’s Jamie fucking Tartt. He’s everything. Of course no one is going to think of him as just Ken — that’s just ridiculous.

in case you can’t tell “condemnations” is supposed to be “connotations”. ily jamieisms 💚 also i wrote this rly fast on my phone so sorry & now on ao3 if u'd prefer to read it there ✌️

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Red Ties

Chapter 12

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“Mrs McKenzie, I’m here” Mary called as she entered her little apartment, softly shutting the door. The TV was blaring and she was relieved to see Mrs McKenzie in her armchair, watching her show with a delightedly smile on her face, her glasses just on the tip of her nose as if they were hanging on the edge.

“Oh hello dear, I didn’t realise the time, you know this episode is so gripping, that Cassandra is finally getting what’s coming to her” she said with passion and Mary smiled sweetly. It was nice that Mrs McKenzie had something to keep her busy, something that fulfilled her day. It was sad to see some of the residents reaching their end, with nothing and no one to give them purpose. Mrs McKenzie wasn’t like that though, she lived every day like it was her last, doing the things she enjoyed most. She was good for her age, a little slow but still a spring in her step and a fire behind her tongue. Like she said, she’d hate to wind up in a home, being treated like an animal in a cage.

“Oh really, you’ll never tire of that show will you?” Mary grinned.

“Of course not, it’s the only thing that keeps me going” she answered with sass in her voice and Mary giggled.

“I thought I would check on you early today, I brought a new dressing for your leg as well”. She had been keeping an extra eye on Mrs McKenzie after her fall and wanted to make sure her leg was doing better. She managed to get a prescription from her doctor for some pain meds which seemed to help a lot.

“Oh thank you”.

“I’ll make a tea first” Mary collected her empty cup from her little table and headed for the kitchen. As she waited for the kettle to boil, Mary felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and quickly snatched it out. She assumed it would be related to work, an email or a call for an emergency however she was surprised to see a text from James.

Good morning, thank you for a wonderful evening, I hope you’re day isn’t too busy

Mary blushed instantly and bit her bottom lip in a grin, her stomach tingling just at reading his words. She had an amazing time as well and when she got home that night she couldn’t stop thinking about him yet again. However, something was playing on her mind. Mary was an innocent, simple girl, with not much money, a small apartment and a fridge of budget food. She doesn’t drink and drive fast cars and she hasn’t had sex. She couldn’t help but wonder what there was about her that James was so interested in. Surely he was used to richer women, wearing expensive clothing and covered in jewellery and heaps of make-up. He was handsome, smart and dominant, a man who seemed to know how to please a woman’s body and want to have them at the first sight of them and yet he was intrigued by the simple and plain Mary. She didn’t want to think too much into it but something didn’t add up in her head. Maybe she was overthinking and decided to push the thought to the back of her head for now.

Good morning, I had a really nice time with you as well. My day isn’t too busy today

Mary waited anxiously, almost desperate for his reply. Not only did he make her nervous in person but over text as well

Good, I’m not sure I can wait until Sunday to see you

Mary sucked in a breath, trying not to get giddy. It was unlike her to reply like this but the answer was the perfect fit.

Well you’ll just have to learn how to

You’re lucky I’m not there with you

Why’s that?

Because I would take you over my knee until you couldn’t sit down for that comment

Mary’s eyes widened at the words and the tingle in her stomach went straight to her thighs. Did he mean what she thought he meant? That he would spank her, over his knee like they did in the old-fashioned days. Mary felt like she was having her heart attack, her heart racing at a hundred miles an hour, her toes tingling with warmth and not to mention her pussy twitching. Was he just joking or being serious, she didn’t know but the fact she read those words and reacted the way she did meant if he was serious, she wouldn’t mind. Mary shook her head quickly. God would be most angry to know she was fantasying about a man she only knew for a week, spanking her over his knee for telling him to learn how to wait. She was a good girl and good girls don’t indulge in those fantasies.

She came out of the kitchen, carrying the hot cup of tea and staring at her phone one last time with a stupid grin on her face.

“What are you smiling at?” Mrs McKenzie asked, furrowing her barely there brows and Mary realised she was still grinning.

“Oh nothing’ she quickly waved off but Mrs McKenzie wasn’t having it. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew that look when she saw it.

“Is it that man you’ve been seeing…oh what’s his name… James, you haven’t even updated me yet” Mary popped the tea beside her, getting to her knees to unpack her bag for the dressing. It was only fair she filled Mrs McKenzie in on everything except a few minor details, like the text she just read.

“Well after I left you, I ran into him again and he asked out for dinner” she started.

“Oh dinner, a classic first date, go on” Mrs McKenzie was intrigued as she sat back with her hands clasped together as Mary focused on her leg, unwrapping it.

“He picked me up and we went to his friend's restaurant, which apparently has a three-month reservation list and we just skipped the whole line”.

“You’re joking… what is he some sort of mafia man” Mrs McKenzie laughed and Mary giggled.

“No, he’s an accountant and has his own business or something, something to do with the government and weapons I think but he’s definitely wealthy, he paid for the whole dinner and brought the most expensive champagne on there, not that I had any”.

“Girl you should have, if he’s paying make the most of it”.

“You know I don’t drink”.

“Well it’s a good time to start” Mrs McKenzie joked and Mary laughed shaking her head.

“Anyway we saw each other last night, and he took me to his house… or should I say mansion, its exactly like you would imagine, gates, two stairs cases, like four cars in the garage”.

“Did you snog him” Mrs McKenzie wasn’t holding back. She wanted all the dirty details and Mary blushed which was the instant answer she needed.

“Oh was he a good kisser, did he use his tongue, come on Girl I need details”.

“Um yeah he was a good kisser, I think”.

“You think… girl did he make your body tingle and feel like you were floating or was it dead” Mrs McKenzie asked, looking over the bridge of her nose, over her glasses as Mary sighed, shrugging into one of the chairs. Yes her body felt exactly that when he kissed her.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Oh this is wonderful, when we are seeing him next” Mrs McKenzie clapped her hands together in excitement.

“Sunday,” Mary said rather sullenly.

“Well, you don’t sound so excited?”

“No I am, it’s just… well, we’re very different, I know I’ve only seen him twice now but he’s all suits and money and fast cars and I’m plain and simple. I don’t have as much money as him and my apartment compared to his is shocking” she shrugged.

“Now don’t you ever feel bad for being plain and simple? He obviously must like you if he wants to see you again. You’re a sweet lovely girl, much better than any bimbo out there on the street which means more to someone than material goods. He sounds like a gentleman which is what you need, does he know you’re a Christian” she asked.

“Yes… I told him last night I was waiting until marriage” she squeaked.

“And he still wants to see you even after that… don’t overthink it Mary” she assured her and Mary felt better. If she started overthinking everything then she could me sit up. She was excited to see him again, especially after that saucy comment.

“So what’s the plans this weekend?”.

“I’m helping Peter unpack his new apartment, he only moved in a week ago and there’s still loads to unpack so I thought I’d help him”.

“Oh yes Peter… he’s a lovely boy isn’t he” Mary giggled, nodding her head.

“Yeah, he’s my best friend” Mary smiled.

……….

The bright light of the orange flame illuminated the darkness, lighting up James's face for a second whilst he lit the cigarette pinched between his lips. He didn’t smoke often, only when he was stressed and right now he was. It was ten o’clock, the time he and Zemo agreed on at the docks for the delivery and he wasn’t there. James was a man who liked to stick to timings and a schedule and when Zemo doesn’t show up on time, it rubs him the wrong way. The scowl on his face was set in deep, the lines between his eyebrows deepening as they waited. Steve was leaning against the bars along the edge, whistling softly to himself which was beginning to get on Sam’s nerves.

“Stop it” he kicked him with a polished shoe and Steve furrowed his brows at him.

“What!” He shrugged as the two argued on the petty action but James took no notice of it as he shuffled around in circles. He didn’t like people showing up late and he should have known Zemo was going to do this… he always does.

The cold breeze blew against his hair, sending it further back behind him but it was refreshing. The smoke drifted off into the air leaving its sickly scent behind as he delicately blew it from his lips.

“Where the fuck is he?” He grumbled finally, pacing back to the others.

“He’ll be here soon, you know he does this all the time” Sam reassured although it didn’t take away James’s grump.

“Why do we still use him?” Steve asked, waving his hand around lazily in expression to Zemo.

“Because he’s easy and cheap, besides he owes me” James clarified. James had known Zemo since he was twenty years old. He was an easy dealer and often got the good shit no one else could get. How he got it was a mystery and James didn’t want to know many details, for legal purposes of course but he was happy to still do business with him. After the last times deal however he owed James big time which was partly the reason why he was taking on this deal tonight.

As expected Zemo arrived late, twenty minutes late which to James was too long. The truck pulled up slowly, the reverse beeping overpowering the crash of the sea below them and with a hiss and a break, Zemo jumped out of the truck, striding over to James.

“James, good to see you” he smiled.

“You late” was the first thing to come out his mouth and Zemo chuckled as he rounded to the back of the truck.

“I had some difficulty getting through, I would have texted you but I know how you feel about evidence and I-“.

“Just get to it Zemo I don’t have all night” James interrupted, staring down at him. Zemo was just a few inches shorter, with short brown hair and brown eyes, and a Sokovian accent. He was a man of many talents, one being able to smuggle in illegal goods.

“Of course” he smiled and opened up the back of the truck. Inside were crates, made of thick wood with writing across them. The crates were labelled with potatoes but of course, that wasn’t what was inside. Zemo popped open one of them with a crowbar, the wood snapping and the bar dropping with a clang to the floor. Zemo picked one of the guns out of the crate, handing it carefully to James. It was heavy, sleek black with a long cartridge and barrel. They were beautiful. James inspected it in his hand, turning it here and there, holding it as if he were about to take a shot. They seemed legit.

“They’re nice,” he said simply.

“I told you they were good, you’ll sell them easily, I already have some buyers if you're interested” he mentioned and James handed him back the gun.

“We’ll see, get them unloaded” he ordered to Steve and Sam who began carrying the crates off the truck. James trusted Zemo but not that much. He had his own buyers and like Zemo said, he’d easily be able to sell them. James turned, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out, instantly smiling. Mary.

How has your day been, I hope not too busy.

She was the most adorable thing he’d ever met and he wasn’t surprised she didn’t respond to his spanking text. When he read the words she replied that he was surprised. He wasn’t used to people telling him what to do and he meant what he wrote. If he happened to be there he would have quickly taken her across his knee and spanked her till she was begging him to stop.

I’m always a busy man, but otherwise fine, how about you?

My day was good thank you but think I’m ready for bed

James grinned. This girl was teasing him so much and she probably didn’t even realise it.

Looks like I’ll have to wait until tomorrow to talk to you then

I need my beauty sleep… at least you learning how to wait

James smirked, shaking his head lightly.

Trust me you don’t know how badly I’m holding myself back

Goodnight James x

Goodnight Mary x

James tucked his phone in his pocket, his mood instantly changed and turned back to his men, flicking away the cigarette.

Chapter 13

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