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Unrequited Love

When he develops feelings for you, but your heart belongs to another with no hope of ever loving him back.

I'm not 100% happy with this, but it has been sitting in my drafts for a long time, so I want to finally post it. Forgive me if these are all repetitive.

WARNING: This is pure angst. No happy endings here.

Characters: Kaeya, Xiao, Alhaitham, Thoma, Zhongli, and Kaveh

🦚 Kaeya:

Kaeya has liked you ever since you were both children. Back when he and Diluc pretended to be knights of Favonius that heroically saved you and Jean from Treasure Hoarders, Kaeya had always wanted to play your knight in shining armor. When you got injured while playing and started crying, Kaeya was always the first one to comfort you and help patch up your scrapes and bruises. His little crush on you prompted him to look out for you and protect you from harm to the best of his ability.

As the years passed, that crush developed into full-fledged love. After Kaeya’s falling out with Diluc, you were the only person remaining whom he considered a close friend and confidant. Despite how much he tried to distance himself from you, you wouldn’t have any of it, and persistently wormed your way into his life. You worked hard to keep your friendship alive by giving Kaeya the companionship he craved, and served as a shoulder for him to lean on during his lowest moments. When faced with your sincerity, acceptance, and kindness, how could Kaeya not fall even deeper in love with you?

He lived life by distancing himself from others. He didn’t want to be abandoned and hurt again the same way when his father left him all alone in Mondstadt as a child all those years ago. Kaeya didn’t want to grow attached to people and then suffer when those bonds inevitably broke, just like they did when Diluc shunned him once he revealed the truth about his origins. Kaeya knew better than that, yet your presence made him harbor hope that perhaps you were different.

You’ve known each other since childhood, so Kaeya naturally trusted you more than most. You had a deep bond of understanding and acceptance that made Kaeya hope that maybe he could find unconditional love with you. To have you by his side, being his sole light in this dark world, is all he ever wanted. To have just one person he can let down his walls around and bare his broken self to. These rosy fantasies floated in his mind whenever you were together, warming and soothing his scarred heart.

He should have known better, but he paid the price for his foolish hopes.

When you told Kaeya that you and Diluc got together, it felt as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on him. The sweet, golden fantasies were shattered, replaced with the harsh reality that you didn’t feel the same way about him.

Truly, he should have expected this outcome.

As children, Kaeya had wanted to be your knight in their games of pretend, but it was always Diluc who beat him to the punch. His brother was always the one to save you from the imaginary bad guys and be your hero, while Kaeya faded into the background and was forced to watch as you kissed Diluc’s cheek in thanks.

Kaeya was the first to comfort you when you got injured, but it was always Diluc who ultimately cheered you up and restored your smile. When his relationship with his brother became strained, most of your attention was focused on Diluc who was mourning the loss of his father, not on Kaeya who had also lost Krepus.

To you, Kaeya always came second, and this time was no exception.

Though the news shattered his heart, Kaeya expertly masked his pain with a smile. If you wanted to be just friends, then so be it. He would accept anything you gave him because he craved any scrap of your affection that badly. Your presence comforted him in a way nothing else did, not even his favorite Death After Noon which he resorted to when he wanted to numb the sorrow and forget the painful memories, if only for a few hours. He didn’t want to lose the care and gentleness you showed him, even if it meant suffering through the heartache of knowing that your acts of kindness towards him weren’t out of romantic love. Kaeya could tolerate it, he was sure. He would move on and learn to be happy for you and his brother.

Even if his conversations with Diluc became more awkward because as much as he tried to hide his heartbreak, Diluc knew Kaeya was suffering deep down, he would still smile and try to be happy.

Even if he felt bile rise in his throat when he watched you and Diluc share a kiss and profess your love, Kaeya would smile because you must never learn of his secret romantic feelings for you. His unwanted feelings.

Even if he silently cried alone at home after attending your wedding, grasping at his chest where his aching heart was and downing glass after glass of liquor, Kaeya will plaster on that same smile.

Even if his unrequited love for you never waned no matter how many years passed, Kaeya will continue to wear a smile and act happy for you despite his heart still longing for your love.

Maybe he can’t ever be genuinely happy for you and his brother, but he can at least pretend to be.

👹 Xiao:

Xiao knew that befriending a human like you would only lead to disaster. No matter how many times he warned you to stay away from him because his karma would hurt you, you didn’t listen and continued to visit the lonely adeptus.

Xiao should have put an end to your visits by disappearing and relocating somewhere you wouldn’t be able to find him, but he didn’t. Something in him wanted to stay with you despite his better judgment. The way you brought him new trinkets and foods to try was endearing, albeit a waste of your time since Xiao seldom liked anything you brought.

He wasn’t sure why you were so adamant about befriending him, and when asked, you simply said that he seemed lonely and in need of a friend. Xiao found your reasoning naïve and even foolish since you were putting yourself in danger over an altruistic impulse, but no matter how much he pushed you away, you didn’t give up on him. You were persistent in your attempts to befriend the lonely adeptus, easily seeing through him. He only pushed you away because he was scared, not because he hated you.

Xiao wasn’t sure when exactly it happened, but one day he caught himself looking forward to your visits. He anticipated your arrival, patiently waiting for the moment he when would hear the familiar sound of your footsteps that made his heart race. His breath hitched and cheeks flushed when you smiled at him or playfully teased him. Anything you did sent his heart aflutter. Xiao was utterly smitten with you, yet he didn’t know what to do about these feelings. For now, he was content to simply let them be and enjoy these peaceful and happy days with you. He would explore these warm and airy feelings at his own pace and see where they lead.

However, these delicate emotions quickly turned as heavy as a boulder when you announced that you found a lover.

Xiao was surprised by the news since he didn’t think you had someone else you were as close to as him, if not more so. In hindsight, he should have expected it. You were a warm and friendly person, so it was only natural that you had other people you were close to in your life. This was how things should be. An adeptus like him did not belong by your side.

Though he was aware that it was for the best for you to find love and settle down with a fellow human, something inside Xiao’s chest ached at the thought. He was disappointed that he was not as special to you as he perceived, but he tried his best to ignore the pain and disappointment by burying them deep inside his heart. He tried to maintain the same demeanor he always did around you, but even you could tell that he seemed bothered by something. The way he became more reserved and aloof around you tipped you off that something weighed on his mind.

When you pressed him about it, he reluctantly confessed that he thought you would stop seeing him as much due to your new love. Despite your reassurances that you still wanted him around, as time progressed, you visited Xiao less and less often. You still brought him gifts and foods to try, but this time supplemented by comments about how your boyfriend Gaming gave them to you to try and give to your friends. Most of your conversations were no longer about your life anymore, instead now revolving around Gaming.

Your less frequent visits worried Xiao, so he sometimes stopped by Liyue Harbor to check in on you to see if you were alright. That was how Xiao found himself observing the progression of your relationship with Gaming.

As he watched you stroll around the harbor with the cheerful boy, Xiao found himself yearning to be the one you looped your arms around.

To be the one to make you smile and laugh.

To be the one to hold your hand and kiss you sweetly on the lips.

He wanted to be in Gaming’s shoes and discover what it’s like to be loved by you. However, each and every time, he shoved those thoughts and desires into the farthest recess of his mind, locking them away. He will not interfere, it is not his place. It’s better for everyone if you don’t love him. You would only get hurt being around him if you do. As a human, you would inevitably get hurt by his karma, and Xiao would never forgive himself if that happened.

If one day you drifted apart because you no longer had time for him, Xiao would accept it. It will hurt, but he will accept it.

It’s better this way, he tells himself. It’s better for you to love a fellow human, especially one that treats you right and makes you happy the way Gaming does. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t the one to give you happiness—all that ultimately mattered was that you were happy, even if not with him. Not that he truly believed he could make you happy…

He’s too dangerous to be worthy of your love, so it’s better this way…

It’s better this way.

🎧 Alhaitham:

When Alhaitham invited you over to his house, he never imagined that he was setting himself up for utter heartache. The number of times he invited a person over can be counted on one hand, yet you were one of the chosen few who piqued his interest enough to invite you to his private space. You were not a genius like him, but that did not matter. You understood his worldview and didn’t criticize him for his introverted personality, which he appreciated. Plus, you weren’t afraid to stand up to him if you thought he was being too cold or antisocial, and actively challenged him to step out of his comfort zone every now and then.

Having invited you to his house, you inevitably met his mess of a roommate. When you and Kaveh instantly hit it off, Alhaitham thought nothing of it at the time. The two of you got along, and Kaveh nagged at him less which was good enough for him.

However, with Kaveh being introduced into your life, your unusual friendship with Alhaitham started to change. Whenever you expressed a desire to come over or hang out with Alhaitham, you would always ask if Kaveh could join. Every time you met up with Alhaitham to share literature or get a cup of coffee, your topic of conversation would deviate to Kaveh.

The Scribe was no fool, and he could instantly tell that you developed feelings for his roommate. Something weighed heavy in his chest at that realization, but he chose not to ponder on that feeling too much, and simply brushed it aside. Alhaitham believed in letting people have free will over the development of their lives, so he didn’t stop you from seeking out the company of the architect, even when it resulted in you canceling plans with him.

Kaveh expressed similar behavior to you, constantly asking and talking about you like a schoolboy with a crush. It didn’t take much for the Scribe to figure out that the architect returned your romantic feelings. At the back of his mind, Alhaitham knew what this could result in, but even if something in him disliked the idea, he let things play their natural course. He figured you would know better than to go for Kaveh, a person plagued with deep-rooted issues that not just anyone could deal with.

It was only when he came home one day to find you cuddling up to and kissing Kaveh did that heavy feeling return with a vengeance. The sight of your happy smiles, the sound of your laughter, and the knowledge that Kaveh made you happier than you could ever be with him, weighed heavy on his chest like a boulder. It was difficult to breathe.

However, Alhaitham remained the picture of indifference and carried on to his room. You and Kaveh only spared him with a brief greeting before returning to your little romantic bubble, none the wiser about how the Scribe felt. Alhaitham himself didn’t know what he was feeling, and it wasn’t until much later when he was struggling to focus on reading his book did it finally hit him that he was heartbroken. His chest felt heavy with sadness and disappointment because he loved you, yet you did not want his love.

The realization came far too late, and Alhaitham was left with no choice but to accept that you would not be his. Maybe if he realized his feelings sooner the outcome would have been different? Maybe if he never invited you over, you wouldn’t have fallen for Kaveh? These questions, among various others, plagued him like a bad aftertaste in his mouth.

It was too late to change anything. You made your choice, and Alhaitham will respect it.

He hid his heartache behind an aloof demeanor and curt responses, going about his days as usual. It would be best if both you and Kaveh never found out about his unrequited love to avoid unnecessary drama and complications. Even if some days it was difficult to push down the heavy feelings pressing on his chest, Alhaitham hid them well.

The only times his carefully crafted facade cracks is when you hang out with just him, lost in your own thoughts or distracted by an activity, unaware that Alhaitham is looking at you. If anyone took the time to study his gaze, they would see that despite his stoic expression, Alhaithm’s eyes reflected pure yearning and sadness. As soon as you looked at him, though, he would quickly look away to avoid you finding out the truth.

He will respect your decision, even if it hurts him.

He will hide his pain to protect your happiness and friendship.

🍡 Thoma:

Ever since he first met you, Thoma knew you were off-limits. You were Ayato’s fiancée, after all. As attractive as he found you, he couldn’t get too close to you since you were already taken. He should have been content with simply befriending and serving you the way he served Ayaka and Ayato.

At first, he was.

Ever since being introduced to him, you were placed in Thoma’s care to have the loyal retainer familiarize you with the Kamisato estate and the workings of the Clan when Ayato was too busy to do so. Thoma could tell you were out of your element being engaged to someone of high political and social standing like his Lord, so he did his best to ease your nerves and help you acclimate to your new home. He surmised that being isolated in such a large manor with none of your usual friends and family around must have been lonely, so he chose to become your first friend at the estate.

Thoma regularly snuck you out to play with stray cats and dogs, and watched your face light up in a joyous smile when the animals sought out your affection. Thoma also taught you the ropes about acting like a noble. Due to your nerves, you sometimes made mistakes, but Thoma always helped you feel better by laughing off your blunders. When you expressed a desire to see your family and friends, Thoma accompanied you to the city and served as your protector. He knew what it felt like to be stranded away from family since he was separated from his mother in Mondstadt long ago, and he didn’t want you to miss your family the way he did.

Somewhere along the way, Thoma caught feelings.

He didn’t realize it immediately. It just hit him one day when he watched you and Ayato share an intimate moment on the veranda. He felt jealous and protective of you as he watched Ayato tenderly stroke your cheek and lean in for a kiss.

Thoma didn’t hate Ayato for being the one to capture your heart. He owed a lot to both the Kamisato siblings for accepting an immigrant like him and giving him a place to belong when nobody else in Inazuma did. He is eternally grateful to them for that. For this reason, his jealousy was quickly replaced with shame and guilt because he shouldn’t have feelings for you. You were Ayato’s fiancée, he knew that. You already have someone else in your heart, someone whom Thoma serves out of a sense of respect and loyalty. He would never have it in him to ruin the idyllic happiness shared between you and his Lord.

With no other option, Thoma chooses to keep his feelings for you hidden. He plays the role of your best friend perfectly, being mindful of not touching you unnecessarily or for longer than is appropriate, no matter how much he wants to. He maintains a respectful distance between you, both physically and figuratively.

Though he brushes aside your occasional puzzled glance at his sudden change in behavior, Ayato knows. Thoma can fool you, but he can’t fool Ayato. His Lord knows what’s really brewing behind the surface of the blond’s cheerful smile.

But Thoma steps back and shows Ayato that he has no intentions of getting in the way of his relationship with you. You do not love him the way you love Ayato, and that is the reality of the situation. If you want Thoma to be your friend, then he will happily remain as one, no matter how much his heart bleeds to not mean something more to you.

Thoma will smile for you, so you won’t know that something is wrong. Because nothing is wrong, he thinks. His feelings are not necessary, and he will do his best to move on to not impede the happiness of his Lord and yourself.

The only time he slipped up was when he tucked away a stray strand of your hair on your wedding day. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of your cheek for a bit longer than appropriate, but quickly pulled away to not rouse your suspicion any further. Wishing you luck, Thoma saw you off with that same warm smile plastered on his face as you prepared to meet up with Ayato to begin the wedding ceremony.

He will smile for you. Even if his heart feels like it’s being torn apart, and there’s a thick lump in his throat that makes it hard for him to speak, the least Thoma could do is smile. He will support you on your road to happiness, even if it’s not with him.

🔶 Zhongli:

Zhongli had met many people during his very long life, but few left as deep of an impression on him as you did. You were an ordinary human, a friend of Hu Tao’s he occasionally saw when you stopped by to chat with the funeral director. At first glance, there wasn’t anything particularly outstanding about you, but Zhongli found himself drawn to your energy.

When Hu Tao introduced you to him, he took an immediate liking to you and your boundless curiosity for the knowledge and stories he had to share. It was no secret that Zhongli was wise and well-informed about many things, and you saw him as a source of trivia and riveting tales about events long past.

Your undivided attention and bright eyes endeared you to Zhongli, and the god grew fond of you. He invited you to more outings where he shared interesting stories and answered any questions you had about anything at all. He had fun in your presence and was delighted to be called your dear friend.

Zhongli was well aware that there were deeper feelings brewing in his heart for you, but he was in no rush to explore or act upon them. He was content to take his time and allow your relationship with him to develop at a natural pace. Perhaps one day the two of you would grow even closer, and he would divulge his greatest secret to you about his hidden identity. For now, he would accompany you around Liyue as your friend, and share his boundless knowledge with you.

When you suddenly started zoning out during one of his long-winded speeches, he wondered if something was weighing on your mind. At first, you sheepishly brushed his concern away, saying it was nothing. When you began canceling your dates with Zhongli and scheduling fewer of them than usual, his concern deepened. When he asked for the reason behind these changes, your answer left him conflicted.

It was a charming young man from Snezhnaya, you divulged to Zhongli. A young man going by the name Tartaglia, with eyes the deepest blue you’ve ever seen, sporting a striking red scarf and mask that made him easy to spot in a crowd. Zhongli instantly knew you were talking about Childe, the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.

He warned you about the dangers of associating yourself with a man like Tartaglia, but that didn’t stop you from meeting the Harbinger on a regular basis. You were enamored with that Snezhnayan rascal, and Zhongli could do nothing but watch as you abandoned his company in favor of Childe’s. You still considered Zhongli as a friend and tried to make time for him, but spurred by your romantic feelings, you chose to prioritize Tartaglia over the former archon.

Watching you run off to be with another man left a bitter feeling in the back of Zhongli’s throat, akin to the bitterness of green tea. But perhaps, things were better off this way. You were a human, whereas Zhongli was a god. He was an ancient being that had lived thousands of years and would continue to live for hundreds if not thousands more, long after your death. He does not age the way you do, not to mention that him being not human might put you off.

Yes, it was better for you to be with someone of your own kind, even if Zhongli disapproved of the man you had chosen. However, seeing how happy you were with Tartaglia, perhaps he was wrong about the impulsive Harbinger. Childe spoiled you with gifts and meals, took you out to see new sights that Zhongli could not, and gave you a vast array of new experiences that the ancient god couldn’t hope to give you. Not to mention, Childe was a fierce and reliable protector, so despite his dangerous occupation, you were in safe hands.

You smiled more with Tartaglia than you ever did with Zhongli, and he knew that he had lost. There were very few battles Zhongli had faced defeat in throughout his long life of fighting wars, but battles of the heart were not his forte. In the battlefield of love, he was the obvious loser. At least, he could accept that fact.

Or so he thought.

The day you announced you were leaving Liyue to go live with Tartaglia in Snezhnaya, made Zhongli’s blood run cold.

Zhongli had lost many people he held dear to him, so he was used to the pain and heartache that came with loss. It still inevitably hurt, but he knew how to cope with that loss better. Losing you was a different sort of heartache, though. Knowing there was a possibility he could see you, yet being denied that privilege because your love for another man was far stronger than your attachment to anything in Liyue was a bitter pill to swallow.

Just like all the other friends and comrades he had to part with, you were also leaving his life, yet your departure was voluntary. You simply did not need him anymore. Not the way he needed you, at least. You made your decision, and Zhongli will respect it, even if something in him is screaming to convince you to stay, to not leave him for good.

He sees you off with a carefully crafted smile and all the best wishes for your future in another land. As a parting gift, he gives you a beautifully ornate hairpin. A token of your friendship, he called it, though in reality, it was his unspoken love confession. Even if you never pick up on the hidden meaning, that was alright. As long as you kept his gift, a piece of his heart would always be with you.

🍷 Kaveh:

To Kaveh, you were a warm ray of light. Whenever he felt down due to bad customers or haunting memories about his father’s untimely death, you would always be there to get him out of his depressive state and prevent him from overindulging in alcohol. You knew how to get through to him when Alhaitham couldn’t, simply by speaking with empathy and gentleness towards him, which is something Kaveh greatly appreciated. Having been faced with tragedy after tragedy, and Alhaitham’s constant harsh criticisms, your gentleness was like a soothing balm to his wounded heart.

Against his wishes, Kaveh fell in love with you. How could he not when you were so understanding and kind? He knew your relationship with him was strictly platonic, but a part of him hoped that maybe you loved him too. That maybe the two of you could be more than friends.

Being a romantic, Kaveh had daydreamed about you a lot, doodling pictures of you in his sketchbook while spinning fantasies about being in a romantic relationship with you. He pictured all the various dates he would take you on, how he would lean in to kiss you for the first time, how he would profess his undying love and hear you say those same three words back to him.

“I love you.”

The day he got to hear you say those words did come, but unlike in his fantasies, your words were not directed at Kaveh. No, instead, you said them to Alhaitham.

It felt like something out of a bad dream the way Kaveh had accidentally stumbled upon your intimate moment with Alhaitham while stepping out of his room to get a drink. He stood behind the corner, getting a glimpse of you straddling Alhaitham’s lap on the living room couch, yet going unnoticed by either of you.

Hearing your earnest confession of love directed at Alhaitham of all people, made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. Bile rose to his throat when Alhaitham awkwardly reciprocated your feelings and cupped your face in a tender gesture that Kaveh didn’t know the Scribe was even capable of. Once you started to lean closer to Alhaitham’s face, Kaveh quickly made it back to his room, slamming the door shut in his haste to get away from that sight. The loud sound alerted the both of you to his presence, but Kaveh was too heartbroken to care.

What followed were weeks of agonizing turmoil. Kaveh knew he should be happy for Alhaitham. The antisocial Scribe deserved to be happy with someone he loved, but a part of him felt resentful that you chose Alhaitham over him. His fights with Alhaitham became more frequent. Kaveh nitpicked everything Alhaitham did out of jealousy, sparking conflicts that were not as easily waved away and forgotten as before. That resentment turned into guilt as Kaveh felt like a horrible person and friend for being jealous. He didn’t want to argue with Alhaitham, but he couldn’t help himself when his emotions were such a mess. He couldn’t control the impulses.

Alhaitham wasn’t stupid and quickly figured out that Kaveh was lashing out at him because of his broken heart. He had known about Kaveh’s feelings for you. The architect didn’t even try to hide his infatuation towards you, and talked about you at length to him. But you had made your choice: you gave your heart to Alhaitham, not Kaveh, and Kaveh needed to respect that. Alhaitham didn’t mince his words when he told Kaveh he needed to let go of his feelings for you because you weren’t romantically interested in him, but instead of helping, it only hurt Kaveh worse.

Of course you chose Alhaitham and not him. Compared to Alhaitham, he had no money to speak of, no house, and a mountain of debt. Moreover, he tended to overindulge in alcohol and get moody easily, plus you often told him that he hurt you with his self-destructive behaviors… It was only reasonable that Alhaitham would be a better choice in your eyes. After all, he will never be good enough for you. Not a failure like him.

You would always be an unattainable light he will admire from afar but never touch because someone like him is unworthy of you. He’s unworthy of your love—your kindness, even—and you deserve someone much, much better who can truly make you happy.

Kaveh knew all that, yet it didn’t stop his heart from shattering to pieces every time he saw you with his roommate. It felt like his heart was pierced with multiple shards of glass every time he saw you give affection to Alhaitham, those same hugs and kisses he daydreamed about having with you, but he didn’t let it show. Kaveh would pull on a strained smile and pretend that everything was okay, pretend that he was genuinely happy for you. He truly wanted to be. Dear god did he try to be, but he could not. It hurt too much to see you with another.

When the pain became too much, Kaveh started to visit Lambad’s Tavern on a frequent basis. He wasn’t proud of himself for reverting back to his bad habit of getting blackout drunk to drown out his pain and sorrow, but it was the only thing that helped him cope with the heartache.

Kaveh would drink heavily almost on a daily basis. Lambad became witness to the many times Kaveh broke down crying, and many other times when he would laugh in a self-deprecating manner and smile wryly while muttering something under his breath.

The architect had to be regularly escorted home by his friends, preferably someone other than Alhaitham because Kaveh became quite volatile when the Scribe came to take his drunk friend home. So one time, you came to take him home. Kaveh's recent avoidance of you had become worrisome, and Alhaitham wouldn’t tell you why.

While carrying the plastered blond back to your boyfriend’s house, in his drunken haze, Kaveh had confessed to you. He babbled about how much he loved you, that he was sorry he wasn’t worthy of you, and how much he wished to be loved by you the same way.

He’s sorry he can’t be a good friend to you because of his feelings.

He’s sorry he’s such a mess.

He’s sorry. So very sorry.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #xiao x reader #alhaitham x reader #thoma x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader

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Ooo ooo! I got a good one:D

Slashers finding and reacting to their s/o in the brink of death because of another slasher!

Angst to fluff pls:D

That really IS a good one.

Slashers finding their s/o close to death thanks to another slasher

Warnings: Blood

Jason Voorhees

He notices your sleep getting more and more restless lately. You complain about frequent nightmares, and often wake up with cuts and bruises that weren't there the night before. Jason tries so hard to dismiss it as coincidence. Hell, you are living in a forest; there are a myriad of ways to injure yourself here without noticing. Against his better judgement, he goes out to deal with the recently arrived campers.

When he returns, he immediately notices you thrashing around in your sleep, and the red stains spreading from your skin to your sleep clothes and finally to the bedsheets. Jason panicks, and tries to shake you awake. This isn't good, you're losing so much blood... No, he can't lose you. Not like this, not in any other way either. By the time you finally wake up, you are already dangerously weak from the blood loss. Jason patches you up with the first aid kits from the cabins, praying that it is enough. Then he gets ready to sleep.

Seems like that pesky old man didn't learn his lesson last time. But Jason gladly repeats it, hoping it will stick this time, and returns to your side. Your hand is warm in his, and your face is slowly gaining a bit more color. He sighs with relief.

You'll be okay.

Vincent Sinclair

You just wanted to take a walk in the sorrounding woods. Nothing to be worried about, right?

Well, wrong. You hear the chainsaw from far away, but you play it off as just a trick of your imagination, or maybe just some workers from the county. What you did not expect was the huge man in a leather mask breaking out of the woodwork and coming right for you. The saw digs into your side, but you somehow manage to get away.

Vincent is looking for you. You left on your walk an hour ago and have yet to return. You're never gone for that long. Everything within him freezes when he sees you stumbling out of the forest, clutching the gaping, bleeding wound.

He takes you into his arms and lets out loud gasps and whines, his unuseable vocal cords straining to form words he cannot speak. He drags you back home, where Bo and Lester are watching TV. Bo drops his can of beer when he sees you. "Shit!"

"That looks bad. Vinnie, we need to take them to the hospital..." Lester takes over carrying you. From far away, the whole family hears the chainsaw roar.

Vincent stares at Bo head on. And he signs. "Let me borrow your shotgun."

He did not end up killing your assailants, but a very pissed off Vincent coming after them with Bo's shotgun taught them not to bother the Sinclairs again. After they are dealt with, Vincent has Bo drive him to the hospital, where you are. You open your eyes and find yourself sorrounded by your family.

"Sorry I made you guys worry", you mutter.

Vincent squeezes your hand and shushes you. You need to focus on getting back on your feet.

Freddy Krueger

When you come stumbling into his dream realm, he immediately notices that something is wrong. You are *bleeding* and pale as a ghost, and can barely stand. You're not sleeping... *you've fainted*!

"Shit shit shit..." He props you up. "Hey, who did this?!"

"Hock...." You sputter. "Hockey mask..."

His eyes widen and he gnashes his teeth. "Jason? That fucking hockey puck?!"

You nod weakly. "I... I'm hiding... Don't know how long... Must have passed out..."

Freddy grabs your shoulders a bit tighter. "Listen to me. I need you to wake up, right now. I'll show that fucking mama's boy what happens when he fucks with you. So go on! Wake up! Wa-..."

He finds himself stuffed into a closet with you, and reminds himself to teach you better hiding spots once this is over. You pass out again almost immediately, and while Freddy hates to leave you like this, he has a disobedient *dog* he has to deal with, first.

Once Jason has been sent back to where he belongs, Freddy returns to the closet, where he finds you slowly coming to.

"Did you have a nice nap?", he asks cordially. He is glad to see you awake again. That means the injuries may not have been as bad as they seemed at first. But still... "You should probably get to a hospital..."

"Yeah... Probably..." You fumble your cellphone out of your pocket and dial 911.

Later, once you're sleeping peacefully in your hospital bed, Freddy pops back into your dreams.

"That'll teach that bastard not to show his ugly mug here again", Freddy sneers. "Are you okay now?"

"Couldn't be better", you reply with a smile.

Freddy is pretty rough around the edges. But during moments like this, he shows that he really cares.

Bubba Sawyer

Maybe Drayton was right when he said that nothing good would come out of this road trip. But you love wax museums and Bubba had heard about this really famous one in Ambrose... He would have never guessed that it would end like this.

You have been separated from the rest of the Sawyers, and now everyone is frantically looking for you. Most of all Bubba, who blames himself for not taking better care of you.

They track you to the Sinclair house, where Bubba hears a pained howl from the basement. And when he finally reaches the secret workshop, he sees the masked man dig his ornate carving knives into your flesh. The man himself has a pretty nasty bite wound on his hand; a display of you fighting back when he tried to inject you with the paralytic.

The chainsaw roars to life, and the man with the carving knives only barely manages to dodge it. He seems to know well enough that he and his little butter knives have little chance against the chainsaw, so he retreats, while Bubba cuts you lose from the operating table and carries you upstairs.

Bubba isn't the only one who would have loved to make these rotten brothers pay for hurting you, but your health was more important right now. He *somehow* managed to talk Drayton into taking you to the hospital, despite the eldest's protest about the cost.

Bubba hates that Drayton won't allow him to visit you, but when you come back, the first thing he does is hug you as tightly as a drowning man clinging to a lifesaver.

Don't ever scare him like that again, please.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader #bubba sawyer x reader

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mehidktbh · 2 years

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I saw your bo Sinclair x reader about having a big chest I also from this problem 🧍🏾‍♀️ so could you do another one with Thomas Hewitt cause I love him so much 👉🏾👈🏾 also I don't mind a nsfw version as well 👀

also THE PAIN OF PUTTING ON A BUTTON UP SHIRT 😮‍💨

Thank you 💓💞💞💞💞💞

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Hoyt being rude and a jerk, SMUT/NSFW, mentions rude/sexual comments made towards y/n, protective!Thomas, fluff and a whole lot of Thomas tho

A/N: PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! OMG, HOW AM I JUST REALISING THAT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOREVER!? I'M SO SORRRRY! I feel so bad 😔

SFW

- You go perfectly with Thomas Hewitt, I mean he's got one big fat ass and you having a big chest only glues the puzzle together. He probably likes it knowing you guys share something in common or at least to him.

- The first time he ever sees you is probably the only time he's ever tried to be respectful. Your huffing and puffing your lungs out as you try to catch your breath from running away from him. Only when he watches from the corner does his eyes drift down to your semi-seethrough shirt.

- Even when your tied up and thrown down into the basement, huddled in the corner does he inspect you more. Getting up close and personal to you, practically breathing down your neck as he smells you. He wishes he could bury his face in between your breasts, he's so close he can smell the sweat in between them.

- On the topic of him wanting to smother you. He'd openly be open to laying on you any chance he got, from his bedroom to the basement he only wants his head on your breasts. Sometimes he can't sleep without being up close and personal to you, he's so needy.

- But as much as he wants it to be only him interested in you, it's more different. Since the day he met you someone else had their eyes on you, from morning to night he'd catch out of the corner of his eyes Hoyt staring.

- Hoyt would either be reading the newspaper or helping you with your chores. But actually, he'd be peaking over his newspaper to watch you as you ate in the morning, coming out at just the right time to lend a hand. It would make Thomas feel insecure and mad, on one hand, what happens if you fell for Hoyt. Or that maybe Hoyt would do something to make you feel uncomfortable, the list goes on and on,

- Sometimes you'd come to him sad and uncomfortable, telling Thomas about what happened and how Hoyt would say something inappropriate or do something inappropriate. But you bet your ass that Thomas has your back, Thomas wouldn't mind getting mad at Hoyt and showing him who's boss.

- Thomas loved you for you and was there when you had insecure, he'd kiss you all over and personally make time just for you... ;)

NSFW

- It's not a secret that Thomas would have a soft spot for you in bed, he's never had experience before in bed and only had the 'talk' once. He was practically clueless, who knew having you there to teach him was more than fantastic.

- Sometimes he'd feel so taken away when you guys would finish, he'd be there laying by your side or on top of you watching as your chest fell and rose. It only made him crave more, the thought of going to bed every night bothered him when he worked almost every day.

- He wouldn't be able to focus on working while he had an erection, trying his best to calm himself down or hide it from any passing people.

- But when you came down to check up on him you'd almost instantly get thrown against the wall or on the table, quickly pulling his pants down as he continues to trust into you. (Quickes aren't uncommon <3)

- Even in bed Thomas would be gripping your shirt, trying his hardest to rip it off or get the stupid buttons undone. His hands would grope you almost every time you guys had sex, from licking to sucking on your nipples he'd do it almost every time.

- Mostly every time you'd end up breathless and tired, his cum all over your breasts and some bruises or hickeys left from where he couldn't control himself. But he'd come in to clean you off, a nice warm rag as he gently cleans your body. The rag wipes your breasts as he tries to clean up what he left behind. (Sometimes it would lead to only another round...)

#thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #slashers #slasher #horror #texas chainsaw massacre new beginning #thomas hewitt

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ravennaortiz · 4 months

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Alright I've got another one. This time it's for Half-Sack. So here are the prompts I've got for him.

7. Stay away from my sister (I'm thinking maybe Opie and see the overprotective big brother come out in him.)

20. Why?

5. I can take care of myself. (Maybe said to Opie by his sister.)

17. I love you

18. Go slow.

Glad to see ya back!!! The amount of joy I got when I saw you picked Half and then these prompts was unimaginable!!! Lets get to the magic! As always 18+

P.S. Come back anytime!! Also I made it so Half is a patched member now and Opie has kinda left the club.

Brother vs Boyfriend

"Thanks for picking me up" you stated as you walked out of the police station. "Couldn't leave my old lady locked up" chuckled Half-Sack as he kissed your forehead before standing back to look at your eye. "Doc got a decent hit." he added as he carefully traced the developing bruise. "Only one she will ever get" you muttered thinking about how nice it had been to finally smash Taras ratty face into something. She had been making digs at your relationship and you could only let so much slide. Before you could reply your phone dinged with a text from Jax.

Jax: Day is full of surprises. Your brother is here.

You: Oh.

Jax: yeah he saw your car.....did you not tell him about you and Half?

You:......Wildly enough in the last year it just never came up

Jax: Your killing me kid.

"It'll be fine babe" murmured Halfsack shooting you a grin as you showed him the message. "Have you not met Opie over protective big brother Winston?" you inquired as you looked at him with a raised brow. "A time or two. Tall guy I think" replied Half-Sack making you shake your head.

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"So you're telling me not only was my sister involved in a fight and arrested today but she's been dating a club member for the last damn year? And you my best friend didn't do a damn thing to stop it?" yelled Opie as he stood glaring at Jax who was sitting on the picnic table. Jax sighed heavily as he rubbed his face. "Opie, there was nothing to stop. She has as much right to be here as you. As far as Half goes, your dad was fine with it. Kid worships her and the ground she walks on. I'd have stepped in if he was treating her bad" replied Jax meeting Opies glare.

"Also you're the one who walked out of here and stated you wanted nothing to do with any of us ever again. So you being left out of this is entirely on you" add Jax making Opie roll his eyes. "She's a kid" started Opie before Jax cut him off. "She is very much an adult. She knows what this life comes with Opie. She made her decision and you need to respect that" stated Jax firmly as the sound of a motorcycle filled the air gathering both their attention.

"Do not put your hands on a member of my club" warned Jax as the two of them watched you and Half-Sack walk towards them hand in hand. Opie clenched his jaw as he watched the two of you. He had barely liked you growing up around he club and he had forbade you from dating club members years ago. Before either of you could speak Opie was in Half-Sacks face. "Stay away from my sister. Whatever bullshit thing you have going on here is done." growled Opie shoving Half-Sack slightly.

"We will talk at my house" snapped Opie as he made to grab your arm. "Don't touch her" commanded Half-Sack calmly as he grabbed Opies arm. "Why? You going to hit me?" laughed Opie as he turned to look at Jax. "Can you believe the balls. Oh I mean ball on this one?" he inquired as he shook his head. "Opie" warned Jax as he got up from his seat and moved in between the two men after seeing the look Half-Sack shot him.

"Look dude. If she wants to go with you she can but you don't get to show up here after ignoring her for over a year and then start dictating her life and grabbing her like that." stated Half-Sack as he let go of Opie and stepped back some. "Don't tell me how to protect my baby sister started Opie before he was interrupted.

"I can take care of myself" you stated firmly. "You have no right to just show up and try and end a relationship you don't know shit about. You also can't pick or choose when to be my big brother. You're the one who walked out on all of us and when I tried to call or stop by you ignored me because Donna told you so." you continued as your voice started to shake with anger.

Opie was quite for a moment as your words landed like punches to the gut. If he was being honest he knew he was out of line but pride wasn't going to let him back down easily. "Just because I did that doesn't mean I don't love you or care about your well being" stated Opie softly. "Save your lies for Donna" you stated as you rolled your eyes. "Lets go inside" you stated to Half-Sack as you turned towards the door.

"I'll join you in a moment babe" stated Half-Sack as he looked from Opie to you. Once you had went inside Half-Sack spoke. "You want back in her life your going to have to go slow and actually respect her. She's not a little kid who is just going to do what you say. She's her own person and you're missing out by being an ass" stated Half-Sack before walking off to join you in the clubhouse.

"I don't know if you can rejoin. I'll take it to the table but for now you should probably head home" stated Jax as he patted Opie's shoulder before heading inside himself.

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Could you please do a hangman x reader where reader is really shy and has a crush on hangman? He’ll flirt with her to make her nervous and blush. She thinks he’s just being a flirt but he actually likes her too?

And a Dom Bobx sweet reader. I’ve seen a lot of fics where Bob is more of the shyer guy and I’d love to seen one where he takes charge

-- This is the Hangman request, I shall ses what I can do to quench your Bob thirst in a different oneshot. Hope you enjoy! --

Hangman was sitting in one of the uncomfortable booths at the back of the room, keeping a watchful eye on the door. He was nursing a raging headache and a bruised pride, both courtesy of a night of drinking and pool playing.

One of the waitresses on shift came by to top up his cup of coffee.

"She starts in twenty" She said. He looked up at the woman with a smile. Paulette, the waitress, had become his unlikely wingman in his operation. She was nice, always polite but could handle shit thrown at her by some of the regulars better than he'd seen Penny do.

"That obvious?"

She laughed, "Sweatheart, you have come here every day for five months right in time for her shift to order terrible coffee and mediocre pancakes and sit in a dingy diner full of yesterday's drunks. All I know is you ain't doing this for the atmosphere."

He smiled a little "Coffee's not that bad"

"Is that why you're barely getting to the bottom of your cup? Or are you just savouring it?"

"Just savouring it, Paulette" Jake downed it with a disgusted grimace. Paulette burst out laughing.

"So, what are you?" He blinked at her, fighting his gag reflex and shivering at the taste of the coffee. It tasted like the underside of his boot. "What do you do for a livin'?" Paulette expanded

"Navy pilot"

"Goodness, is that what they hide under them suits?" She winked and squeezed his bicep, Jake snorted.

He liked Paulette, she was fun. Her southern accent was thick and made almost incomprehensible in California but it felt like home to him. She reminded him a little of his aunt, with long blonde hair in a pony tail, blue eyes and strange coloured eye shadow on her eyelids, and thirty years older than him.

Jake attempted another sip of the coffee but the diner's door dinged and you walked in. Seeing you woke him up faster than coffee ever could (even good coffee).

You turned around to close the door and look around at the patrons, your eyes crossed his and you gave him a small smile and a wave and he returned the favour, hoping you couldn't see the blush creeping on his face.

Waitressing at the diner wasn't the best job you'd ever had, it was almost always dead and the few regulars that did show up were handsy and terrible tippers. These past few months though a new guy had joined the ranks by coming in every morning.

At first you were curious, wondering what a dreamy guy like him was doing in a place like this but now you had to recognise that your curiosity had turned into a all-consuming crush.

You were looking foward to work now, eager to come in and see him sitting at his booth. Today was no exception although you did gather up the courage to wave at him. He reciprocated, and when you turned around, Paulette raised an eyebrow in your direction. You ignored the look and walked uo behind the counter.

"Y/n, why don't you go and see if dreamy wants a refill?"

Paulette put the coffee pot she had been holding in front of you. You wanted to be mad at her, but you knew she only wanted the best for you, especially since your last break up. You picked up the pot and walked uo to him.

"Coffee?"

"No thanks, darling, I'm finishing this one." He smiled, it almost made you weak in the knees "You have a nice smile" You heard yourself say.

"You have a nice everything" Dreamy replied, seemingly just as surprised by the words that had flown out of his mouth "Oh dear, I am so sorry, that wasn't -- I was out of line"

"No, I don't mind. I think you're wrong but I don't mind"

"You think I'm a liar, darling? You wound me." He clasped a hand over his heart "Look at me. Wounded"

You laughed. Before you could reply, another patron called your name. Dreamy put down the money he owed and a nice tip.

"See you tomorrow"

"Jake."

"See you tomorrow, Jake"

The rest of your shift was boring without Jake. Serving pies and refilling cups was repetitive and not particularly mentally stimulating but Paulette and you did your best to entertain yourselves by taking turns filling in a sudoku grid. It never worked out but it got you through the shift.

The diner stopped taking orders at 7pm and you and Paulette started on the cleaning by 8. You'd be home on time provided you didn't stay to chat too long. You picked up a broom.

"I got a date tonight"

"Is it with that Jake guy"

"Jake guy?" You feigned ignorance

"Yeah the navy pilot who sits in the red booth"

"Oh yeah, Jake" You blushed at the thought of him "No, actually, I'm going with Peter"

"Honey, no. No, no, no."

"What? He's nice, he's interested"

"Sure he is. Jake is nice and interested too, and smoking hot. Peter ain't smoking hot."

"He doesn't like me like that, anyway"

"Sweetie, are you naturally incognizant or do you have to practice?"

"I see that word-a-day calendar I got you for Christmas is being put to good use"

Paulette tutted at you. You laughed

The next day was very much the same. Jake started his day with terrible coffee and undercooked pancakes drowned in syrup and waited for your arrival.

Paulette came by to refill his coffee and watched him sip it with a disgusted expression.

"At least when it tastes like that, it wakes you up." She said, an amused grin plastered on her face

"What do you put in it? Recycled belt leather?"

She laughed.

"Tell you what, Jake. I'll make you a cup out of my own personal stash."

"Is it good?"

"It's drinkable"

"I'll take it. I cannot thank you enough"

"No worries, just make me maid of honor at the weddin'." She winked

"You're predicting a wedding, huh? What is I'm not the marrying type" he joked, but Paulette grew serious.

"Look Jake, you're a nice kid. I like you, I'll help you out with Y/n but I'll tell you somethin' now so you can make a decision that will save everyone some time. Y/n wants a husband, she wants a dog, she wants a nice house full of kids. If you're not the marrying type, don't waste her time."

"No ma'am"

"So are you the marryin' type?"

"I am. I just -- I just have to ask her out first"

Paulette smiled

"I'll keep her til 2pm, come by during your lunch break"

You were looking forward to the short shift. Having half a day off meant you'd actually be able to go to the beach and swim. But as soon as Paulette sees you stepping in she asks you to stay longer, you almost refuse but you see Dreamy Jake's booth is empty and you accept.

Dreamy Jake doesn't swing by until lunch time. When he does he is in a uniform that leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Like what you see?" He asks, you blush "If you do, I might wear it more often"

"Well, you're bold today, usually you don't chat so much"

"Well I have it on fairly reliable authority that you like me"

You glare at Paulette. He drags your attention back to him by brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with his very soft fingers. When you look back, he is leaning on the counter.

"I also have it on fairly good authority that you want to see that new movie they're showing downtown. Would you like to go with me?" He asked with a softer voice, still holding his hand close to your face.

"I'd like that"

#jake hangman x reader #fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #fanfiction #hangman top gun #original fic #requests

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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One on one

Eugene Porter x Fem reader

Requested by: @soggy-croutons @eugenesbraidandthangs @ceciliasthings

Warnings: swearing, fluff, Violence.

A/n: I hope you guys like it ❤️

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"You had zero authority!" Eugene yelled.

Abraham got up in his face while y/n watched the show.

"You don't gotta fight-"

"Stay out of this!" Abraham cut in.

"Fuck you." She replied.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up before I put you in your place, little girl?"

He shook his head and turned back to Eugene, the coward he saw before was almost gone. The way Abraham talked to y/n was way out of line. Ever since they met, Abraham kept pushing her buttons. He always thought Eugene would let it happen, because he was a coward. What he didn't know, every time he teased her or shouted at her and nearly made her cry, Eugene was taking notes and thinking up some really jacked up plan to get him back.

"Don't talk to her like that." Eugene said, looking him in the eye. He knew he couldn't take on Abraham, the guy was just too big. He had too much training and experience, but Eugene had the brains....that could potentially be splattered on the wall in a couple of seconds if he doesn't plan this right.

"It's okay, honey. I can take."

"No, Y/n. It's not okay. I've had it, he's been giving you shit since we picked you up on the side of the road, and I'm not gonna let it fly this time."

"What are you gonna do? Huh?" Abraham asked. "Are you gonna fight me? You couldn't even take down a walker by yourself, and you think you can kick my ass? You got another thing coming."

Just then he felt pain in his cheek, it came out of nowhere and with such force that he wasn't ready. He fell on his back stunned, Y/n looked up at Eugene who looked like he just signed his death warrant.

Abraham stood up and went to charge, but Y/n smashed a bottle over his head, bringing him down.

"You nearly knocked his ass out." She laughed.

"He got back up." Eugene replied.

"Yeah, but still. That was awesome! You punched Abraham! I'm telling everyone that when we get back to Alexandria!"

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Abraham was lying in bed with quite a bad bruise on his cheek, Rosita had to cuff him to the bed so he didn't kill Eugene.

"He has a concussion..." The doctor said.

"Well yeah, Eugene punched him then I busted a bottle over his head and he landed on a concrete floor.....he better have a concussion or that guy is out of this world."

The doc chuckled and left the room, y/n and Eugene fallowed behind him and sat on the porch. Watching him walk up the road. She laid her head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arm around her.

"Thank you for protecting me, handsome."

"He hurt you too many times, and all I did was shrink away. I had to stand up and protect my woman, and I'll do it a hundred times over."

They heard running feet as Rosita came barreling down the stairs, she stopped in the doorway.

"You guys gotta go now."

The three of them heard Abraham from upstairs.

"EUGENE! IM GONNA KILL YOU AND YOUR BITCH!"

"Run!" Y/n yelled, grabbing her man by the arm and bolting around the side of the house.

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #requested #eugene porter x reader #eugene porter #Eugene Porter x Fem reader #Eugene Porter twd

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fakefanofmarvel · 1 year

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Novacane 2// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 2. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 3

It has been about 2 months since you and Matt officially started dating. You had stopped with your shrine to Matt and was finally seeing him as a person instead of a prize. He wasn't the person you had thought he'd be. He was way more than what you could find in any article about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen or his Linkin page. You didn't plan on telling him that you knew he was Daredevil or how you made it so that you two would meet. It was difficult not mentioning anything about Daredevil when he showed up for date night with a new scar every time. You fully planned on not telling him you knew, until; he crawled into your apartment covered in blood and bruises last night in his daredevil costume before passing out. Luckily the one thing you didn't lie about was wanting to be a doctor. That was before you got kicked out of school for showing signs of being "mentally unstable"

You got his suit off before patching up his wounds and cleaning him up. You made sure his heart rate and everything was fine before basically dragging his large frame into your bed. You stayed up all night watching him making sure he was okay. When he finally came to it was morning. You were tired and so worried you couldn't even be mad at him.

"(Y/N)?" He rolled over with his eyes still closed

"I'm right here, Matty" You reached out your hand to him which he took.

He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You could tell he was about to say something.

"Save it. We'll talk after we get back from the hospital,"

You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt for him to put on. He set up slowly.

"I can't go to the hospital. They'll start asking questions," he protested

"You're a blind guy in Hell's Kitchen. You were mugged, and you tried to fight back but he had a knife. Those cuts are pretty deep and I can't do stitches. You need to go to the ER and make sure you aren't bleeding internally. You're not fighting me on this, Matthew. Get dressed, we're leaving now." You gave him no time to argue with you.

You ordered a cab and waited downstairs until Matt came down. He was walking with a limp but he was walking and that's more than you can say he was doing last night. You weren't upset that he was hurt because you knew his secret but you were upset at how badly he was hurt. You never expected it to be that bad. You stood on the sidewalk with your arms crossed and tears forming in your eyes. Matt tried to put his arm around you to comfort you but you moved away from him.

"Don't. Just don't Matt,"

"Y/N please don't do this." He pleaded "I should have told you but involving you would only put you in danger and I can't live with that,"

"And what would I have done if you died in my doorway last night, Matt? I just got used to you being here I can't lose you now," The tears that were building up in your eyes were now falling down your cheeks

Matt pulled you into a hug but just held onto you while you let your emotions out.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, sweetheart. Don't worry. Okay? Look at me," He lifted your face and whipped your tears. " You're not getting rid of me that easily," he kissed your forehead

"I can't believe it's been 6 months. It feels like we just met yesterday," Karen lifted her glass toast " Happy 6 months guys. I hope you guys are together forever." The 4 of you tapped their glasses together before taking a sip of their drink.

The gang was out celebrating another successful case on the night of you and Matt's 6 month-versary which Karen and Foggy were making a big deal out of for some reason.

"Thank you guys but I'm going to call it a night. I have a flight in the morning." Matt got up to pay his tab.

"Yeah, I have a hot 'date' tonight I should be heading out too," Foggy followed close behind.

"When is he going to realize that we know that a hot date means his hooking up with someone he barely knows," Karen said causing the two of you to laugh.

"At least he won't be alone this weekend," You joked back.

"Aw, this is the first weekend the two of you have been apart in months isn't it?"

You nodded in response

"How about we have a girl's weekend just the 2 of us at your fancy new apartment,"

Karen had slowly become your best friend. Over the last few months the two of you would talk on the phone for hours, and she'd come to watch movies with you and send each random videos on TikTok.

"That sounds fun! I think we should do it. Bring the snacks and ill bring the drinks,"

"Great! Tomorrow at 5 sound good?" Karen asked excitedly

"Yeah. This is my first girl's night ever. I can't wait," The smile on your face is way bigger than before. You didn't have many friends growing up and you finally felt like you had someone.

"I'm fine. Karen will be here in a few minutes. I'm still setting everything up," You talked to Matt on the phone as you set up the living room for your girl's night.

"That's great, babe. I'm happy for you. I'll call later to check on you. I just checked in. Love you," He hung up the phone.

On cue, Karen knocked on the door before walking in. She had been over so often she wasn't considered company anymore.

"Wow, it looks really nice in here," Karen handed you the bag before hugging you.

You had gone a little overboard with decorating and made it look like every sleepover scene you had seen on tv growing up.

"Thanks I wanted it to be memorable. I'll pour us some drinks and pop us some popcorn you can pick a movie," You left Karen in the living room while you walked to the kitchen.

Karen chose a random romcom before getting antsy and started looking around at the pictures you had on the wall and your different decoctions. She smiled at the pictures of you and Matt hanging up. She always thought the two of you were perfect for each other and was happy she had a part in the two of you meeting.

"Hey, can you get the blankets and pillows out of the closet by the door," You shouted from the kitchen?

Karen walked towards the closet before responding to you. After removing the blankets from the top of the grey chest she got curious. She sat everything down on the sofa and walked back to the closet. She unlocked the gold lock before lifting the lid. The hundreds of pictures of Matt sleeping, eating, and out with foggy and so many different articles about Daredevil. She looked over the different details of the pictures and the random coffee mug that was in a bag labeled 'Matt's mug'. She started thinking it was a little weird how obsessed you were with your boyfriend but she didn't think too much about it until she found your diary. It was full of entries about how you had been stalking Matt for months and how you tricked Karen into helping you two meet.

"Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," Karen kept repeating over and over to herself as she took her phone out to text Matt.

'Matt, call me it's an emergency.' she sent the message before putting her phone back in her pocket.

She put the diary back and tried to put everything back in the chest before you came back. She closed the chest and tried to get out of the closet. She turned around to be faced with you holding a bottle of wine.

"I was just-" She started nervously

"It's a shame I really liked you, Karen Page," You said before hitting her over the head with the wine bottle knocking her out cold.

Her body went limp on the floor. You checked her pulse to make sure she was still breathing. Luckily she was.

"Damn it!" You shouted angry that you had to get rid of the only friend you ever had.

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gillianthecat · 2 years

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Watching The Eclipse episode 5

~ they got everyone anxious about Ayan's photo last episode and then they deploy it immediately... as blackmail... but adorable blackmail. That was cute, The Eclipse, good job.

~ I like that they've put the prefects in these more relaxed athletic outfits as a visual parallel to Akk starting to relax about strictly enforcing the rules. It also makes them look more mature than the shorts & jacket student uniform.

~ ... doth protest too much, etc.

~ this teasing conversation about the picture 💗The way these two look at each other. Their little half smiles.

~ "you bastards, do it in sync!" The metaphors in this show are not subtle. But it works somehow.

~ the mystery hands reappear. The person enforcing the "curse"? Oh no!

~ the relief on Akk's face that the judo teacher won't turn him in. I'm paying more attention to the subtleties of First's acting now, and he's amazing. This is my first watch since seeing him in Not Me, and he so totally unlike Yok here.

~ Akk's vulnerable position as a scholarship student is now text and not just subtext. Ayan looks surprised, I guess he didn't know. Is he reevaluating Akk's reasons now? He's a smart guy, it seems like something he might get right away.

~ I appreciate that they did not waste their limited budget on bruise make-up and just used bandaids. I'm being serious - I think they've been very clever about using their money as effectively as possible for the story they want to tell.

~ what did Akk want with Teacher Chadok? Report the theft? While he's in this in between stage it's harder to figure out his motivations. (Probably it's hard for him to understand them too.)

~ gathering the whole class to talk about the stolen notebook? I wasn't expecting that. I can't tell if this is a good thing - students starting to unite against "the curse" - or a bad one - invading Ayan's privacy.

~ who is asking this question about the notebook? Is that Namo? what is your deal, mystery man?

~ Again, Kan is the one bring up the curse

~ was that a passive aggressive little dig from sweet Thua? I love it!

~ Akk is worried about Ayan 💗💗

~ I love that they have "their" spot now. Oh, but Thua is approaching Ayan. I can't read Akk's expression here. Jealousy? Glad that Ayan has other support?

~ vague unformed thoughts about Ayan and earbuds and sleep...

~ ah, it is jealousy. Don't walk away Akk. He always wants to see you, even if he's still mad. (Is he still mad? I can't tell.) I'm guessing mostly he's grieving the loss of a piece of his uncle and worried about what's going to happen to his mission now.

~ and both our nervous closeted prefects are jealous.

~ oh my god, my heart leapt when he took his hand! I was not expecting that. I feel like I'm experiencing Thua's emotions right now. This whole little miniature scene! So much in like 30 seconds. I could write pages on it alone.

~ oh, puppy's pouting cause he misses Ayan too.

~ I don't understand why everyone is wearing these track suits all day, but they all look hot in them so 🤷🏻‍♀️

~ and I could write another million words on this Akk-Ayan scene. Very full. No condensed reaction available.

~ aww I like this comic relief moment with the sprinkler. Perfectly timed. Ayan is so endeared by Akk (and his wet white t-shirt, I'm sure, lol)

~ there's also a lot going on in this scene with the hoodie, but my initial reaction is mainly squeeee! This hoodie business is adorable! The tension! Plus I always enjoy a shirtless First.

~ i get you Ayan. If Akk was constantly staring at me with that wide eyed expression of startled awe I would fall in love with him too.

~ there's been focus on this custodian before. Is he going to turn out to be significant?

~ they've shown Akk doing laundry twice now. Something I haven't noticed a character doing before in a Thai bl. (Maybe it happens and I just haven't seen it). But I feel like it subtly emphasizes his class position. Plus a great chance to show him communing with his crush's clothing.

~ "Why does it have to be you?" Oh man.

~ Thua's asshole stepdad is an asshole. But I (genuinely) appreciate the nuance of making him a sarcastic asshole.

~ so far we're mostly getting scenes of the three visibly queer activist kids in the periphery, through the eyes of our main four. Which is an understandable focus for storytelling, but I'm also interested in their story (hmm, vague unformed thoughts comparing this to Not Me's focus on the activists as main characters)

~ tying some individuals' queerness to the reputation of the whole school (only a vaguely formed thought so far)

~ I like that we keep discovering new spaces around the school this episode. It a) makes the world building feel more real, like this is a full place, and b) I think reflects the way our main characters mental worlds are expanding.

~ interesting that we began with a scene focused on the school rule of no phones and we keep seeing our main characters using their phones. Is something going to happen?

~ oh, babies. Oh Thua. He is using is voice in the only way that feels safe to him.

~ ooh a mystery. My first thought was Bruce Wayne is Kan of course, but than I remembered we're in the middle of a mystery story so it could be something else

~ Wat! Opening up to the teacher. 😀 It feels like he was so ready to open up about this, just needed the gentlest nudge. And Teacher Sani is a rebel, but we knew that already.

~ all these scenes with Akk and Ayan are so full and complex I can't do a quick reaction for them. Flirting. Connecting. Grieving. Plot happening.

~ I love that they're using this same setting of the red mats for a conversation now instead of a judo match.

~ aww, baby Akk had a crush on the head prefect. And seemingly had no idea that it was a crush 🥺

~ Given the rest of this episode, I feel like this pool scene must an intentional highlighting of Ayan's wealth and the class difference with Akk. And probably also an excuse to show him shirtless and wet, lol. (also I've been recently thinking about pools as a symbol of wealth.

~ political stuff (and curse stuff) - I have unformed thoughts but it's all too complex for my quick reaction post.

~ yay! More time hanging out with the activist kids. And I appreciate how this set-up frames Akk coming in as clearly the bad guy. They're not trying to soften what his role is at this point in the story.

~ Namo, Namo, Namo. You mystery man. Who are you and what is your role in all of this?

~ I asked to get to know these activist queer kids and they delivered within thirty minutes. 🥰 and I love them and their courage and hope.

~ oh fuck! oh fuck?! oh fuck. Has it been Ayan Akk this whole time? Shocking and yet also not. And that would fit everything we know so far, I think. Or he's he just being the "curse" now, in desperation? He couldn't have stolen the notebook, after all

~ I think the last scene's shift to be from the activist kids' perspective really works to set up this new perspective on Akk's character.

~ wow what an ending. And again next weeks episode looks full.

I'm about to go unblock the tags now, and I'm excited to read everyone's reactions and theories and see your beautiful gifs and screenshots!

#the eclipse #the eclipse ep 5 #the eclipse the series #the eclipse reaction #kind of like liveblogging #gillianthecat reacts to bl #reaction by gillianthecat #long post

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Stressed Out - Chapter V

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Meters

Recommended Music: Oceans - Seafret

The meter is the unit of measurement for length in the International System of Units. Viper, even though she is physically a few meters away from Chamber, feels pain when she realizes that she is emotionally thousands of meters away from her beloved. But now she has the opportunity to close this distance to zero.

- I thought you knew you should wear your protective clothes while handling...

- Is it going to take long? - Viper spoke between her teeth, watching Sage wash her hand carefully in a special tank. – You can resuscitate people in minutes but can't do such a simple procedure at the same speed? Good healer... - Viper grumbled, with the level of her bad mood in the heights.

Fade and Reyna had left the infirmary because of Viper's insistence. She did not want them to see her sweating cold and moaning in pain because of something she must have been used to. Although Sage gave her an anesthetic orb, she should still wash the acid in her hand, then have a full regeneration orb and have her skin renewed. Viper was whining throughout the process.

It was humiliating as hell.

- It's going to take as long as it takes for you to be okay. - Sage spoke patiently, ignoring Viper's comments. - Are you still feeling your fingers?

Viper tried to move her fingers and immediately regretted it, whimpering on Sage's shoulder. The anesthesia relieved the pain, but it didn't completely overdo it.

- Good… - Sage muttered, taking care when handling Viper's hand. - You came here soon, the cure will be faster. - Sage took some disposable papers, drying Viper's hand gently. - Chamber took a while to come and I'm going to have to give him another orb.

Viper frowned, looking at Sage.

-Vincent... Chamber is here?

- Looks like his experiment went wrong too... It's a bad day for you two... - Sage nodded slowly, indicating with her head to where they should go. - Come.

Viper followed Sage, watching her decayed fingers. She kept thinking about what might have gone wrong in the experiments for Chamber get there. They had begun working together to develop improvements to the French’s weapons and Viper generally accompanied him during the testing of the experiments. For pure scientific help, since Chamber was a valuable colleague, and not because she was scared to death of the guy she liked end up with his face blown up by an oversight.

They entered the infirmary area with stretchers. Chamber was sitting on a stretcher, half of his face was red, as if he had been burned. His glasses were cracked, and his gaze was scattered. The posture was of someone defeated. Viper had to strive not to go to him and take care of the bruises on his skin and in his heart. It was painful when a project, which had devoted time, sweat, tears, blood and some screws from its own head, failed. Viper knew the feeling of helpless.

- Sit there. - Sage pointed to a stretcher, going to Chamber, holding his face. – Yep. The effect's over. I'll get you another one.

Viper nodded silently and went for the stretcher next to Chamber. The sound of her footsteps made the Frenchman wake up from his daydreams and he turned to her. Their looks met and Viper felt her legs falter.

Chamber's gaze showed no coldness, no irritation, much less sorrow or resentment. In that look it only has the longing and the pain that the distance between them brought. She was the only one in that place who understood how he was feeling. She was the only one who knew how to help him. Chamber was suffering from Viper's lack and allowed her to read the feelings in his gaze. Viper was afraid that her traitorous eyes would show the same feelings, the same weaknesses and vulnerabilities. She didn't want him to know how much she was missing his simple breath near her. She wanted to fight him over his rudeness and weaves, while she wanted to hug him. She wanted to hit him and kiss him. By the heavens, a hurricane of emotions was forming inside Viper and she had no idea how to deal with it.

- Are you an idiot?

Sage's speech made them both wake up from the reverie. Chamber turned to Sage, who was next to Sova, on the stretcher next him. Viper went to the available stretcher, sitting there. She analyzed the floor of the infirmary, counting each square of the tiles to avoid looking again at the man next to her.

-Is... A rhetorical question? - Sova spoke cautiously, looking her in fear.

-No. I want to know your answer.

Chamber looked away, swinging his feet on the stretcher. He and Viper felt completely dislocated while the friend was scolded.

- Ahw... No.

- No, you're not an idiot. But you look like one when you decide to walk on the fire.

Sova sighed, tired.

- I knew exactly where they were. I wouldn't miss the opportunity because of that.

- Tell it to your legs. And what is this? - She pointed to a semi-open bullet hole in Sova's shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

- Ahw... A shot.

Sage narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

- So funny. I'm going to get the bandages.

-What? - Sova wrinkled his nose, looking her up and down.

- I can't keep healing you all the time. Others need help too. - Sage gestured to Chamber and Viper. Viper turned her head the other way, like she didn't want to be involved in it. Chamber sent a sympathetic look at Sova. - You're perfectly capable of eliminating threats without breaking your bones. Letting your body fix your bruises might remind you of that. - She mumbled, walking out.

- Hey dOUCH! - Sova tried to move, but the pain from his wounds hit him. He sighed, leaning against the stretcher, making a grimace.

Viper and Chamber looked at each other. They tightened their lips in sync, trying to contain a laugh at the scene witnessed. One of the topics that made the two laugh the most was how much the other Valorant agents acted like children. They were both staring at each other, their eyes shining with fun. Viper wanted to let go of the laugh that only he was allowed to hear and accord without words that everything was fine between them.

- For you. - Sage came back with a regeneration orb, using it in Chamber. The Frenchman sighed, breaking eye contact with Viper to look at the other.

-Merci. - He smiled kindly for Sage.

The lack of Chamber's gaze reminded Viper that they weren't talking. She resumed the analysis of the floor, thinking she wanted him to talk to her as he did before. She wanted him to smile at her and show off that dimple on one side that only show up when he actually smiled. Why did he have to be so proud and not even try to talk to her?

- Wait a while for full regeneration. - Sage went to Viper, using a regeneration orb on her. Sage took a deep breath, her muscles strained as if it got her tired. - The hand.

Viper extended her hand to Sage to check it out. Sage waited for her gift effect, much more slowly than in Chamber's case. Viper felt her body regain strength gradually. She wanted her mind and heart recover the strength too.

- Yoooh! - Fade entered the infirmary along with Reyna, with her hands in her jacket pockets. - How's she doing?

-Improving. - Sage flexed Viper's fingers, causing her to remove her hand by reflection. Sage held her hand, keeping her close. - It's going to take a while to heal completely. You won’t have a scar by tomorrow.

Viper sniffed, watching the two of them approach.

- I'd think you'd have the least amount of competence, Sage... But it all gets hard for you to do, doesn't it?

Sage looked Viper sly, checking her hand one last time.

- Yeah… - Sage walked away from her, walking towards Sova. – Both of you can go. - She made a throwaway gesture with her hand, picking up some bandages. - Just sign the forms.

- Chamber is broken too, uhm? - Fade looked at Chamber as he and Viper descended from their respective stretchers.

- Tsc... - Reyna popped her tongue, looking at Chamber with disdain. - And they said the nerds would rule the world... Our nerds are going from bad to worse. Especially the one over there. – She pointed to Chamber. - Too bad your gun didn't blow you up for good. You wouldn’t piss me so much that way.

Viper looked at Reyna from top to bottom, as if questioning her audacity to say that, but went to the forms table. She took the pen, feeling a slight discomfort in her hand as she filled it.

- What did you just say? - Chamber leaned over to Viper's side, writing his form as well. He was close. Depending on the movement one of them made, their arms would touch. Viper silently expected him to decide he wanted to blur her writing only to get a touch of him. - I can't hear you barking.

- Our disability quota has increased? - Reyna turned to Fade, putting her hand on her chest. - I didn't know we accept blind deaf people now.

- Girl… - Fade raised her eyebrows for Reyna.

-Let's go. - Viper put her pen on the table, going straight through Fade and Reyna and out of the infirmary. - Now.

Reyna and Fade exchanged glances, apprehensive about Viper's menacingly harsh intonation. They followed her, walking down the hallway.

- Hey Vipes...

- If you ever talk to him like this again… - Viper stopped in front of the elevator, pushing the button to the apartment floor. – I will punch you so hard that no radiant power will be able to cure you. - She put her hands together in front of her body, watching the numbers of the floors change.

>>> Next Chapter

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant viper #valorant chamber #Chiper #Bitemark #Stressed Out #Chapter V #me trying

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glygriffe · 2 years

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I can't stand to fly

@sicktember 2022 prompt 11: Emergency Room/ Ambulance (Young Sam & Dean Winchester)

Warnings: broken bones and anxiety

Summary: Sam broke his arm playing superheroes. They will reminisce and laugh about it in adulthood, but now, it's no laughing matter. They are NOT superheroes.

Dad went to see Pastor Jim two weeks ago. He brought back my old bike, the one Pastor Jim had got for me a long time ago when we stayed with him. It's awesome! It's a little rusty and I'm now a little too big for it, but I'm not giving it to Sammy yet; he just started kindergarten and it would suck if he had a bike but not me.

There also was a package in the car when Dad came back from Pastor Jim's. A bag from Woolworth. He didn't take it out right away, so it was either hunting stuff or a surprise for us. I was betting on the surprise and I was right! He gave it to us yesterday: it's superhero costumes for Halloween!

The Batman one is too big for Sam, but he really wants it and since I almost rip it when I tried it on, that's his costume. The Superman one is even bigger, anyway, so it could be dangerous for him to wear it.

Today after school, Sammy was so excited about the mask and the cape and the costume... We went into the backyard to play Justice League. I showed Sammy how to crouch like a gargoyle on top of a building the way the real Batman do, to look for bad guys. He was a little afraid to lean too close to the edge when we were on top of the shed at first, but he forgot all about it when we saw the two squirrels squabble for whatever reason.

"Look, Dean, the bad guys are fighting!" He was laughing and jumping around on the roof, not scared anymore.

We went down the ladder to chase the "bad guys". I was fooling around being Superman. I climbed back onto to shed, took the ends of the red cape in my hands, and shouted: "I'm Superman, I can fly!" And I jumped into the mega pile of leaves we made on the side of the shed since the beginning of the month.

Sammy and I had a fit of giggles. It was so much fun!

But then Sammy wanted to fly too, and he jumped from the roof before I could tell him to aim for the pile of leaves.

***

Sammy's shrieking, but the sound is muffled like my ears are stuffed with cotton. It's like, I'm here, but not really. I know I ran to him, but I stopped before getting there. He is on his back, cradling his arm that is bent wrong. I think I'mma throw up.

I know I'm supposed to do something to help him. That's my job. I just don't know what.

I go closer to him and touch his knee to let him know I'm here. I lost my voice again. My throat has gotten all closed up, too tight, and it's hard to breathe.

My baby brother is still crying, but it's more whimpering now, his eyes still shut tight. And he is calling for me. I guess he didn't realize that it's me rubbing his knee, but I know his gonna be alright.

Slowly, the sounds come back to normal. I take a big breath and the air has more space to go down and up my throat. We're gonna be alright.

I move to get to his face and brush his hair away to see him better. Apart from some scratches and bruises, only his arm seems problematic. There's no blood, but I think it's broken. Of course, it's broken. It's already double the size it's supposed to be.

I look at my watch: Dad will not be home before another hour and a half if you're lucky. I was supposed to start supper tonight, but I don't really care about eating right now. I have a plan to help Sam.

My voice is still mostly gone, so I whisper: "It's OK, Sammy. There's nothing to worry about. Will go to the urgent care clinic, like we did last year, remember? The E. R.? When you had a fever?"

I'm not sure he quite understands me, but at least he's looking at me now. He's still in pain, for sure, but he wants to know what is the next thing to do. He's such a smart kid.

"You know what, Sammy? We'll take my bike. I remember the way to the E. R. Clinic, we'll be there in a jiffy."

I make him count to three before helping him get up. He's biting his lips, but he is a trooper. Getting on the bike without hurting his arm is more difficult. The stupid capes are in the way all the time.

We manage to get him on the handlebars and I try to make the ride as smooth as possible. I hear him whimper at each bump in the road. It drives me mad because I don't know how to avoid shaking him every which way as I push hard on the pedals to get to the Urgent care clinic as soon as possible.

To drown out his little cries of pain - I can kick myself for hurting him more but how else am I supposed to get him to the E.R.? -, I start to sing 'Slow Ride'. What do you know? My voice came back for that.

Finally, we're at the admittance desk of the Urgent Care Clinic. They take good care of Sammy and they call all the numbers they had on file from last year to talk to Dad. They ask me to sit in the waiting room. I do, stretching the sleeve of my costume to hide my hands. I wish they had let me stay with Sammy.

I rub my hands in my hair, but the movement stretched the costume funny. It feels wrong. This costume is stupid. I'm not a superhero. I hate flying like Superman. I hate flying.

#sicktember 2022 #sickfic #young winchesters #hurt #Title from the Five For Fighting Song #Superman (It’s Not Easy)

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helloooooo Jim anon here!! Sorry for disappearing!! I was just feeling very lazy to write a headcanon but I’m back with another one!!

Okay so we all watched the movie and in the span of 90mins, we managed to see Jim get hit in the face not once but twice!!

Anyway it’s gonna be a bit of a silly headcanon today but here we go:

The kids were with their mom, it was Friday night. So Jim and you decided to go to a lovely little restaurant and enjoy a night out, just the two of you.

After dinner, you decide to take a walk downtown. You’re chatting about a bit everything, laughing at Jim’s joke when you hear a very…inappropriate comment.

Obviously because it was a date night, you dressed up and some jerk had to voice his opinion.

You were going to brush it off, keep walking because you just didn’t want to ruin your evening with your man. Maybe you would have dealt with it on a more random night but as I said, you were having a great time and you didn’t want some silly teenager ruin it.

But Jim stopped.

And you see, Jim is far from the “fighter” type of boyfriend. It’s really not a critic or a bad thing but he’s a pretty chill guy who gets angry like…once a year.

He’s also a man who has some ego—not a lot but still. And a part of him kind of wants you to feel safe with him. So he decides (well it’s more impulsive than a thought-through decision) to show that guy that he can’t speak so badly of you, especially not in front of him.

You’re trying to get Jim to leave. It’s okay, you’re used to these kinds of remarks.

But he’s not backing down.

And of course, the situation gets worse. Jim says something that really pisses off the guy.

His arm swings and just hits Jim, right in the jaw.

You threaten to call the cops and the guy finally leaves. You check on Jim and of course, he’s going to get a pretty ugly bruise soon.

You quickly go back home, thankfully you weren’t too far.

Jim is in so much pain. But worse, he feels like a complete fool. He’s so embarrassed and all he wants is for you to feel safe by his side.

You bring him some ice for his jaw, gently applying the cold pack. You’re pushing the hair off his face, trying to soothe him.

When you ask him if he’s okay, he ends up apologizing. Firstly because he fears he may have ruined the night and secondly because he couldn’t defend you properly.

I feel like even though Jim isn’t a particularly insecure person, he’d still have his doubts. He’s aware your relationship is a bit unusual because of the age gap and he wants to give everything a guy your age would give you. And he tends to do impulsive things like that.

You tell him he doesn’t have to apologize, you’re just glad he’s okay. He kind of also admits that he wanted to protect you and he feels a bit shitty he couldn’t which is really sweet in itself. You assure him he doesn’t need to do that. You don’t need him to defend you but hey you’re glad he’s willing to risk taking a punch in the face for you. That’s kinda romantic, isn’t it?

You try to laugh it out, lighten the mood which really helps. Last thing Jim needs is to feel like you’re disappointed or upset because of him.

Anyway, you make sure he keeps the ice on his jaw and put some arnica cream to help him heal. And you even kiss his bruised skin, gently of course, promising him you have magic powers.

And yeah I just think Jim is the kind to get into a fight even though he’ll end up getting beaten up in 99% of cases.

Oh and I think I mentioned this before but I would actually love if you told me headcanons you have so we can discuss and all (I may have a lot of ideas, I’m afraid I might run out at some point) so if you have a headcanon idea, I’d love to write what I think of it!!

I hope you’re doing great bye and I’ll talk to you soon! :)

HAIII AGAIN! And its okay, I know the feeling all too well 😭

I think I'm even more in love with Jim after this. Also, huge agree that Jim isn't the "get into a fight type" but he's a teensy tiny bit old fashioned and wants to defend (and impress) you.

I loved this soooo much! Poor guy gets beaten up but he doesn't need to feel bad because you wouldn't dream of making a thing of it and you just wanna make him feel better after everything.

And I'm pretty sure you mentioned but alas I have soup brain. Though, I'll try to cook up something now. Its under the cut so this doesn't get infuriatingly long for someone scrolling through the tags lol

So, we've talked about you taking care of Jim (which is always so adorable) but what about Jim taking care of you?

Maybe you've had a long day at work or just bad day/week in general. Maybe things have just been busy and now you're exhausted.

Now, you don't wanna worry him, because he's already got so much going on with work and his kids, so instead of saying something, you keep pushing through and going about your life. Jim notices though, he knows you well and pays enough attention to catch the little changes in your behavior- and it hurts, and worries, him to see you like that.

But nonetheless, he tries to give you a bit of space. In part because he gets that sometimes people need time to themselves and because he truly believes that you'll come to him if you need to talk or just be together.

His resistence thins quickly though, because he loves you so much and its really eating him up to see you like this. So one evening, he takes some initiative. We've already established that he's not great in the kitchen, but he does know how to order your favorite take out and crack open a bottle of wine that pairs well with it (if you don't drink then no worries, y'all are having something else).

When you get home, the whole thing is already set up; the lights are dimmed low, the wine is breathing, the food is ready and your comfort movie is waiting for someone to hit "play". You're pleasantly surprised and even though you keep saying that he didn't have to go through the trouble, you both know that a night to unwind was necessary. Besides, Jim genuinely does not think it was any trouble at all, he loves taking care of you and will do anything to put a smile on your face.

After a nice, cozy dinner, you two cuddle and finish the movie. He insists on clearing the dishes himself, and when that's through, he tells you that he has one more suprise left and leads you to the bathroom where he's got the tub set up and ready to go. He really went all out; the water is just the temperature you like, he's used some of those essential oils you like and there's just enough soap in there to make suds gather around the edges as well as in the center. He's also turned the lights down and has strategically placed some scented candles around the space to give it the most magical glow.

Though his original plan was to have you unwind in there alone while he takes care of you from the outside, you manage to convince him to get in with you. "Convince", however, may be a strong word because how can he say no when you just want to be close to him?

So he gets in, helping you get cozy against his chest so he can massage your shoulders and just hold you and such. You've honestly never felt this pampered.

You two must have stayed in there until a while after the water started losing its warmth because its so comfortable. But when notices when you start dozing off, Jim gently coaxes into deserting the tub so you both can get rinsed off.

Flashforward to not very long after, you're both under the covers, in a tangle of limbs; one of your arms is thrown over his stomach, a leg is hooked over his hip and your head is on his chest, while Jim has one arm holding you close as the other hand traces soothing patterns in your arm. By now, you're drifting off again, and your awful week feels lightyears away. You mumble a soft thanks, which is largely incoherent, and Jim's only response is a drowsy "I love you" and "goodnight" coupled with a chaste kiss which he presses to the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

***

Can you tell I'm a rambler by the way I write? Probably.

But anyway; take care and hope we talk soon!

#jim anon #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n #the delinquent season #jim x reader

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer x y/n #spencer x you #post prison spencer #jealousy #possessive #criminal minds #smut #spencer reid x you #spencer x reader #jealous smut

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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【 chapter 3 - words sung by the fire 】

author's note: hhholy moly this took a while to write :'))) a wall of work slapped me in the face so i haven't had time to properly sit down n write- we have domesticness and more leona/yuu banter so i hope you enjoy muahhahaa

word count: 3.6k (short n sweet)

tags: sick babies bc too much snow *sad emoji*, yuu has two kids (it's grim n cheka), fireplace fairies make a comeback, yuu's cooking skillz, domesticity with leona (REAL), singing by the fire (the kitchen fire and the fireplace)

[ baby it's cold outside series | read it on ao3 ]

"ACHOO!"

Yuu winced at the sheer volume of the sneeze, watching as the little lion righted himself from the force of it. Cheka sniffed, his ears drooping. It made Yuu feel bad seeing the usually-spirited kid like that.

"Ugh, I shouldn't have let you guys play in the snow," Leona grumbled, shoving another tissue to Cheka's nose.

"Should we head over to the cafeteria?" Yuu suggested. "The kitchens are there, so I can cook. Plus the fireplace would be a warm place to work or take a nap."

"Not the most horrible idea you've had, herbivore," Leona sighed before ruffling at Cheka's hair. "C'mon, let's go to the fireplace."

"I want Yuu-tan to carry me," Cheka mumbled before shuffling over to them. Well, who was Yuu to deny a little sick lion? They wrapped their arms around him, lifting him slowly. Cheka got comfortable, nosing at their neck before sighing contently.

Leona snorted, "You like them that much, brat?"

Yuu furrowed their brows slightly as Cheka nodded, "Yuu-tan smells good."

"Thank...you...?" That was...a compliment, right?

"Not in that way," Leona said as they trudged through the snow towards the main building. "Beastmen noses are different, remember? He's talking about your scent."

"My scent?" Yuu carefully climbed up the ice-slick steps towards the entrance. "Oh yeah, the first time we met you said I didn't smell anything like magic."

"Mm! Yuu-tan smells like...really clean," Cheka chimed in, shifting around so he was also facing Leona. "Ojitan, you like it too right?"

Leona seemed to ignore the question, "Magic sometimes stinks. Especially around strong people. It depends on the person, but usually it's really strong around NRC."

"That's interesting to know," Yuu glanced over to the empty fireplace as they got to the cafeteria. They tried to pry Cheka away from their own chest but he doesn’t budge. He continued to stay glued onto them, grip tightening.

"Uh, Cheka? I've gotta go grab the wood, so could you let go?" Yuu tried their best to look at the cub's face only to feel him pouting against their shoulder.

"I don't wanna," Cheka said, and oh. This was the first time that Cheka didn't go along with what they asked. "Ojitan, you do it instead."

"Hah?" Leona's voice turned sharp and Yuu held up a hand.

"Cheka, c'mon," Yuu stroked at the child's ears gently. "I'll show you something cool once the fire is lit. I promise."

"But," Cheka whined. "Yuu-tan is warm." Yuu sent Leona a glance. Maybe Cheka was naturally clingier when he was sick. If that was the case, there was no way they'd be getting out of this alone.

Leona's tail whipped once before he sighed, "Brat. C'mere, I'm also warm."

Cheka's ears did a wild twitch and he almost head-butted Yuu in the chin as he turned around, "R-really? I get to hug Ojitan?" Leona nodded, expression neutral as the little prince made himself comfortable in his arms.

"Thanks, Leona."

Leona rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, now quick before I start freezing my ass off."

Yuu took that as their cue to rid Leona of their presence, hurrying down the hall to where the logs were. They winced slightly, their leg still aching just a little bit from their injury yesterday. Nevertheless, Leona really was an exemplary mage. He left not one scar or bruise behind from that nasty accident.

"Henchman! You're okay!" Grim bounded up to them, inspecting their leg carefully. "What did that guy even do?"

"He healed me up," Yuu said, carrying a few logs of wood. "You wanna join us? I'll be cooking some food for everyone."

"Henchman," Grim said in quite a serious tone. "Ya think I'd refuse food that's cooked by you? I'm not dumb, y'know."

"And yet I bet that you've been eating raw tuna all this time," Yuu glanced at him meaningfully. "I did not get you all those extra ingredients and recipe books only for you to eat the thing straight from the can."

"But it doesn't taste as good as when you cook it, y'know," Grim whined. And Yuu would be flattered if they didn't know that those compliments were just code for "I'm lazy." and "I always burn the food because I get impatient and use my magic." Still, it was nice to be appreciated, so they took the compliment anyway.

"Okay, fine, join us," Yuu said as they walked over to the fire place. "Look who's here, Cheka."

The little beastman's ears perk, turning from Leona's embrace, "Hmm? Is that Grim-tan? Did he come to play?"

"I didn't come to play with a puny lion like you," Grim said disdainfully. "I came to help the henchman light the fire! We gotta stay warm, y'know." Cheka clambered down to watch them crouch by the fire, stacking the wood.

After Yuu was satisfied with the placement they stepped back, "Alright, Grim. Do your thing." A sizable plume of blue flame licked through the air before instantly setting the wood on fire. And in that same instant, the crackling grew louder and the fairies come into view.

One of them zoomed right at them, landing on their shoulders, "See, I told you I would show you something cool." Cheka laughed as he walked around, watching as the fairies zipped by, leaving behind trails of light.

"Are those fire elementals?" Leona asked as one of them lands on his head. "Ugh, get it off me, servant."

Yuu chuckled lightly, letting the fairy clamber onto their hands, "I guess so? Crowley only told me they were fairies."

"They don't usually like people."

"Well," Yuu shrugged, their shoulders being weighed down by the many fairies perching on them. "I guess that this proves that theory wrong. Because I'm definitely a person." Leona's tail flicked them in the thigh in his annoyance.

"Henchman...I'm getting hungry, y'know."

"Ooh, I'm hungry too! Yuu-tan's food is always so good."

"Get into the kitchen, servant," Leona smirked down at them. "Your masters await."

"It's funny, because," Yuu made sure to hold Leona's gaze. "I really was motivated to do it, until you opened your mouth."

"I won't do the work if I was unsatisfied with your serving," The lion's smirk doubled in smugness. "Think Crowley'll let me get off with doing only a few papers? 'Cause you don't sound desperate enough for that heating, herbivore."

Yuu pressed their lips together before speaking, "Yes, Leona-sama. I shall do everything you ask, Leona-sama." That earned them another swat of his tail. They bid the fairies and the two kids goodbye before finally leaving.

As they arrive in the kitchen they take stock of what's there. Crowley had stocked it up for them when he heard that a certain baby lion was going to be staying there. At least, that's what he said over text.

It was probably good to make soup. It was light to eat and they could stuff a whole load of vegetables into it. And they could just throw in chicken so Leona wouldn't complain. That sounded perfect. It wasn't that hard to make. Soup was pretty simple, after all. Throw in stock and vegetables, throw in cheese and milk and it was basically done.

What surprised them was a familiar grumbling that approached the kitchen as Yuu was searing the chicken. They gave a cursory glance toward the door just in time to see one Leona Kingscholar lumbering into the kitchen.

"What brings you here, master of mine?" Yuu kept stirring the pot as Leona shuffled over. "Did the kids force you over here?"

"The fairies, actually," He folded his arm, sniffing at the air. "What're you cooking?"

"Curious? How about you help me out a little?" Yuu tried for the peppiest smile they could muster.

Leona looked at them with a constipated expression, "Stop that. It's weird." Yuu swallowed back a laugh as Leona followed behind them, trailing them throughout the kitchen.

"C'mon, it won't be that bad," Yuu handed him a wooden spoon. "Your task is to stand in front of this pot and stir. Just make sure nothing gets burnt while it cooks."

"What kind of servant are you, making your King work," Leona complained but he still took the spoon from their hands, hesitantly approaching the pot.

"I am the kind of servant that is ever grateful for this kind-natured King that won't hesitate to lend a hand to any and all of his people."

He paused, "Someone should cut your tongue off. That'll teach you a lesson that sweet-talking people doesn't always work." He said that. He said that, but Yuu could see the slightest twitch of his ears and his tail languidly flicking through the air; signs that he wasn't all that mad, rather more on the pleased side.

Yuu continues to prep the chicken, pulling out a pan to cook them in as Leona's complaints filled the air every few seconds. It seemed that Leona was quite talented at complaining about every little thing and nothing at all.

“It’s hot.”

“You’re standing in front of the stove.”

“You’re so demanding.”

“Hey, I cook you three square meals a day, and I babysit your nephew, what more do you want?”

“Tch, I should ducktape your mouth.”

“You wouldn’t. And you’re the one talking to me.”

After a while, it felt like background noise to them. It was actually quite...nice, they dared to think, humming under their breath as they toss in some aromatics. Leona stirred the soup quite diligently for someone who was refusing the task and Yuu couldn't help the smile that crept onto their face as they watched him.

"Uwa~h! I didn't know that Ojitan could cook!" Yuu's eyes snapped over to the door, seeing two heads peeking from behind it. Well, there goes the semi-peaceful moment. Cheka looked noticeably less red, to Yuu's relief and a lot warmer than before. "And Yuu-tan! Yuu-tan can sing?"

"Uh, I can't, really-"

"Liar liar, broom on fire," Grim snickered. "The henchman tries to hide it, but I can always hear them singing in the shower, y'know!" And a wave of dread almost makes Yuu drop the chicken they were cooking because, oh no. They knew exactly what was coming.

Cheka started to clap, "What kinda songs do you like to sing?"

"Songs from my home," Yuu waved a hand. "They're all songs I grew up with."

"Then, then!" Cheka's eyes sparkled with the most adorable kitty eyes that Yuu had seen to date. "Could you please sing one for us? Pretty, pretty please?" And there it was. The dreaded question.

Grim coughs, thinly veiled excitement in his sly smile, "You shouldn't be hiding anything from your boss, y'know."

They were half-waiting for Leona to interrupt and tell them not to sing; tell them that he didn't want to hear them cause a ruckus with their vocal cords. But instead, all Yuu found were Leona's ears, slightly swiveled towards them, his tail raised high in interest, despite the way he feigned focus.

They sighed, knowing there was no easy way out of this, "Okay, one song." They covered the chicken with a lid to make sure it cooked all the way through before turning towards the cheering kids.

"The song is called 'Fly Me to the Moon'," Yuu took a breath before recalling the lyrics. "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars..." As the melody filled the air, a smile quirked on their face as Cheka started to dance along.

"In other words, hold my hand," They spared a glance towards Leona; curious of his reaction. "In other words, baby kiss me." They looked away immediately when Leona's fervent gaze caught theirs. Oh Great Seven, that was so not good for their health. They managed to get through the rest of the song with their eyes closed. It was a hundred times better than accidentally staring at Leona again. Especially with him looking at them like...like that.

As soon as the song ended, Yuu noticed something off, "Ack, the chicken!" They uncovered it to find one side slightly charred. A frown grew on their face as they turned off the stove only to be knocked against the counter by Cheka's weight.

"That was so nice!" Cheka said, clinging onto their waist with a giggle. "You gotta sing s'more, I like your singing!"

Even Grim was enthusiastically clapping, "Henchman, Cater told me about these 'idol' things, and you should totally do it! We can get more thaumarks for tuna cans that way, y'know!"

"That's sweet of you," Yuu patted Cheka before patting Grim. "But I don't think it was anything special."

Suddenly Leona scoffed, "It's better than the twittering of other herbivores at least." Now, it took them around ten seconds to realize that Leona had paid them a compliment. Leona, the Leona Kingscholar himself, had given them a compliment-

"Yeah, even Ojitan liked it," Cheka said, and there was something cheeky about his smile as he continued. "I saw him! I saw him tapping his feet to your singing."

That earned him a growl out of Leona, "I was not, you brat."

Cheka squealed, hiding behind them before adding, "Leona-ojitan only gets fake-mad when it's true~" Okay, yup, Leona looked like he was about to murder something. This would be a good time for a distraction.

"Uh, the soup is ready!" Yuu laughed nervously. "How about we go eat?" That got the little lion to budge from behind them. They grabbed a tray along with a few bowls.

"Was that song for me?" Their soul almost jumped out of their body. They whirled around to see Leona standing right behind them, caging them in with his stature.

They swallowed down the heart that was attempting to leap out of their chest, "No way. It was a song that I liked a lot, is all."

"Hmm," Leona's expression turned contemplative. "Sure didn't look like it when you saw me. And your heartbeat can't lie, herbivore."

Okay, now he had to be messing with them. No way he was asking for any other reason than for his amusement. A stab of hurt shot through them at the thought of Leona taking their feelings lightly.

"Stop kidding around," Yuu took a deep breath, swallowing the hard-to-define feelings before turning to him again. "Here. Chicken for you. I'll get the soup for the rest."

They hurriedly left the room before he could say anything else that incriminated them. Okay, were they in the wrong for being a little attracted to Leona? He was handsome in the same way the sky was blue; inevitably. And they couldn't help the satisfaction at the ease in which they traded verbal blows. He wasn't particularly nice to them, but he wasn't needlessly mean either, so was it really that bad that they had this small crush on the guy?

And they knew it was hopeless. Leona Kingscholar would never reciprocate feelings for someone like them. He didn't have anything to gain from it. And they couldn't give him anything special in return either. Besides...he deserved more than a weak, magicless human as a partner. He deserved the best.

Yuu shook away the thoughts as they served up the food in front of the fireplace. Cheka dug in immediately, grabbing the bread and tearing it with his little fangs. Grim was a little less inclined until Yuu slid over a plate of cooked tuna they had cooked on the side. Then he was eating as heartily as the cub.

They tasted the soup, humming at the familiar taste. It was a while til Leona finally joined them, slipping into the armchair opposite of them.

"Did you fall into a toilet or something, Leona-sama," Yuu asked, an easy smile on their face. They just hoped that Leona wouldn't make it awkward.

"Shut up," Leona grabbed his bowl, plopping the whole breast of chicken inside. "Don't start being smart with me now, servant." There was relief mixed into the breath they released as they saw that familiar annoyed expression on Leona's face.

"Yuu-tan, Yuu-tan," There was a tug to their sleeve. "I'm done eating!" Cheka tipped the empty bowl towards them, chest puffed out.

"Good job," Yuu patted his head, taking the bowl. "Want some more?"

"Mmm, no," Cheka crawled into their lap. "Can I have another song? Pretty please?"

Yuu almost choked on their soup, "Another song?"

"Yes!" Cheka tucked his head under their chin. "Look, even the fairies are curious." They glanced up to see the fairies hovering around yet again.

"Fine," They relented. "Just one more song, okay?" And they knew that it was a lie, because from the look in Cheka's eyes they would be singing a whole load of other songs before the day ended. But they were weak to good-willed people, especially children.

"This next song is called 'Fireflies' and it helped me fall asleep whenever I was too restless..."

They could keep singing. They could keep letting their voice clumsily trip over songs that they couldn't ever hear again. Songs that brought them back to the memories of the past that were missing. Because they were now in Twisted Wonderland.

And if sharing parts of their world made the people around them happy then that was something that they could do. It was worth it, for the big smiles that Cheka and Grim sent them and for the way Leona discreetly tapped his tail to the rhythm. It was all worth it.

[ omake : (home is) where the hearth is ]

Leona shuffled in his seat. He had never been so distracted from doing work before. His mind kept circling back to the conversation that had happened between him and the prefect in the kitchen.

After the herbivore left, Leona had momentarily been rooted into place. He thought that he was reading the signs right. That maybe the herbivore had some feelings for him. If they did then, when he prodded, they would've reacted in an amusing way, right?

So what was that reaction?

He couldn't get the way their expression shuttered out of his mind. The way their eyes lost the light that they were holding, just for a mere second. It unsettled Leona, because two minutes before he was ready to pull them close and kiss the living daylights out of them. When they had looked over at him, sweet song falling from their lips... It was probably better not to think too much about it. He liked their relationship as it was right now. No need to ruin something that isn't broken.

He forcefully snapped himself out of it, tapping pen against paper. He looked over to the couch where the object of his musings was seated, finding them folded into themself.

A peculiar look passed his face— part-fondness, part exasperation— as he watched Cheka mess with them in their slumber. The little brat was still seated on his herbivore as if they were his throne. Which was unbelievable on its own. A crown prince using his herbivore as a throne? Oh how could he ever compete?, Leona thought to himself drily.

He stood, shuffling quietly over to the two. Cheka smiled brightly at the sight of him. His nose was less red and his cheeks had a healthier rosiness to them, he noted. Now that he was closer, he could finally figure out what Cheka was doing the whole time. There were tiny messy tangles in their hair; sad excuses of braids that the brat must've been working on since they fell asleep.

He snorted at that and Cheka wrinkled his nose, "Yuu-tan smells kinda like food." Now that he mentioned it, the smell of food did cling onto their clothes. Probably the by-product of standing and cooking in the kitchen for so long.

"Stinks," he agrees, leaning against the arm of the chair. It surprised him to see Cheka leaning down, rubbing his face against them ever so carefully. Leona almost laughed aloud right there. What would Falena say if he saw his little child— the crown prince of Afterglow Savanna, mind you— scenting a random herbivore he had never met before? He was sure Falena would explode.

Cheka pulled away with that dopey grin of his, "There! Now they smell good, like me, ehehe~"

"Don't get too cocky, brat," Leona leaned closer to the couch, enough to let his hand lightly brush at their hair; leaving his own scent there. "I found 'em first."

Instead of being shocked or any other typical reaction, Cheka started giggling again, "Now they smell extra good! Like family!!"

"Family, huh?" Leona glanced at the furry monster who had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace, then at Cheka, and finally, them. His intriguing little herbivore. What a family they were, reluctantly mismatched and yet he didn't have any complaints about that. If this was a family- a pride- then Leona would be willing to protect them at any cost.

(Not that he would ever tell any of them that. He would have to settle for showing it in ways that they wouldn't see. Especially that herbivore, who was at times too smart for their own good. He had to be especially careful around them, or else next time he would really end up kissing them.)

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undercoverpena · 2 years

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For the enemies to lovers prompts, “You’re not a bad guy. You’re actually kinda nice to have around” for Bucky please?

Bucky Barnes x Reader Wordcount: 750

Bucky knows it's you before he's even lifted his head.

He's been expecting you, ever since he landed and was rushed to have the bullet removed from his arm. He watches you pause, arms folded with a cold, harsh expression meeting him as he lifts his head.

“You… you’re an asshole, you know that, right? Like you’re literally a reckless asshole.”

He raises his brows. “I am.”

“And I’m guessing from your expression, you’re going to continue to be one.”

Folding his arms, Bucky smirks. “It's likely.”

“Brilliant.”

“Perfect.”

“Fabulous.”

“Amazing,” he says, taking the ice pack from his head as he watches your weight shift from side to side. "I'm fine. I promise."

He knows you're mad at him.

You're usually very mad at him, but not recently. Lately it's been different. Whether it's because he fucked it out of you or if because you've shifted the same as he has.

Because at one stage, he couldn't stand you. Now, he'd do you standing, sitting or lying down.

"I can't believe you'd be so stupid, Barnes."

Shaking his head, he wipes his face.

You step closer, arms still folded as he notices the water in your eyes. "You could have died you complete asshole. Do you know that? You're lucky it's a cut, bruises, and a bullet wound. What in the hell compelled you to run in there?"

He could explain.

He could tell you that it was a bullet wound to him or Sam getting shot, and he couldn't lose Sam. Couldn't let you lose another friend.

"Barnes."

"Darling."

Your jaw tightens, hating the name.

The one he began calling you as a joke, as a way to get under your skin and now it's stuck. The name he whispers when he pulls you closer first thing in the morning; the thing he calls out to you when you're mad, and storming away from him.

A name which began as a way to annoy you and now as a way to show affection.

"This isn't funny, Barnes."

"I'm not laughing."

Bucky watches you roll your lips, eyes glancing around the room before landing back on him.

"I'm fine, OK?"

"But you might not have been."

Your voice cracking, the wall you're thrusting up falling down.

And he sees it.

Sees a flicker of the very thing he's been avoiding; notices the cracks in you he's been seeing in himself.

Smirking, he roll his lips, as you unfold your arms. “So you care about me?”

“No.”

“Seems like you care about me, Darling.”

Letting your head fall back, you groan. Loudly, arms falling limply at your side.

“It’s okay if you do. It’s not like I wish for something to happen to you either.”

“Cheers, Barnes.”

Smiling, he winks.

You sigh, slowly meeting his eyes. The expression almost breaks him, how soft it is, how vulnerable it is.

Bucky isn't sure he's seen this on you, not with him anyway. Rarely with anyone but Sam. Even with how long he's been sleeping with you; even with how long he's been pretending it was just sex and nothing else.

“I don't know if you were trying to be a saviour, but you’re not a bad guy, Barnes. Not even a little bit, so it would be great if..." He looks at you, heart hammering as you run a hand down your face. "Barnes, you’re… actually, kinda nice to have around. Alright?”

He knows you hate his smirk.

But he can't fight it, not even wanting too. Because you feel the same, even if you don't want to admit it right now.

“Wipe the expression,” you snarl.

Smirking wide, he shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m going to do that.”

“Barnes.”

“Darling.”

Rolling your eyes you lick your lips. “Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call you what?”

“Darling.”

Shifting on the medical bed, he lifts his metal arm for you to come near. “I can call you sweetheart, baby? C'mere, Baby.”

Narrowing your eyes, you still move. Moving into the space he's made for you, his arm coming around you.

“I take it back. You’re awful,” you murmur, burying your face into his chest.

Bucky sighs, turning his head to press a kiss to your head. “And yet you let me into your bed.”

“Well,” he hears you say, not moving, “You’re very good with your mouth, when you’re not talking and even better with your hand when you're not getting shot.”

Snorting, Bucky tightens his hold on you. "I like you too, Darling."

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wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

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