#… cause that obviously helps their bottom line

[thisismenow3]

We need to dissolve private health insurance and create universal medicine in the USA

But the assurance of wealth for its members is brazenly still the top priority for the Physicians association and hospitals being for profit too makes this worse. We kind of have to fix all three things together if we want more access to care and for that care to be actually good and not rushed and sub par.

related because it seems like the anesthesia cap was horribly mis reported and misunderstood (me included) and is actually more a situation of broken clock being right in regards to the insurance company

[angelsknifeprty]

couldn't fight to save your life (but you look so cool) ❀˖꩜˚࿔ - e.w

loser!ellie x popular!reader | 3.2k words

a/n: guess who rewatched bottoms for the billionth time (me. it was me.) :p loser!ellie won't leave my mind and neither will crush by ethel cain so here's somethin' random i came up with, enjoy!

cw: cursing, bullying, a little violence, mentions of blood, two idiots that are obviously infatuated with each other, mentions of reader wanting to punch ellie for being too cute cuz they’re strange like that

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you're an angel, she's sure of it.

ellie watches with glassy eyes, practically in a trance, as you absentmindedly play with your hair. she drinks in the way your perfectly curated outfit adorns your body; you always look flawless to her. you were laughing at something your friend had said, ellie's ears straining to hear the saccharine sound over the chatter buzzing. she just heard it, and god, what she would do to have a recording of it to listen to over and over again.

the two of you weren't friends by any means, but she knew you.

most of ellie's time was spent staring at you during class or when you passed her in the hallway. her eyes would shy away every time they met yours, the intensity of your gaze leaving her a flustered mess within seconds. 

when she wasn't looking at you, her head was buried into her journal, pencil dragging fervently across the pages. her entries always had your name embedded somewhere within their sentences. it was like you were all she could think about. when she would draw, the lines and curves always morphed into you, capturing a moment of you daydreaming in class or whatever other snapshot her mind had taken of you that wouldn't stop plaguing her.

she'd listen to your conversations when she was close enough to hear - not to be a creep or anything! but how else was she supposed to learn more about you?

sure, the obvious answer would be to talk to you, but she was a nervous wreck from just seeing you. you'd only had a few brief interactions before, and she swears she almost fainted when you remembered her name when you asked her for a pen once.

while she believed the popularity contest that was high school to be ridiculous, her very low place in the school's hierarchy was a definite set-up for failure, she was certain. ellie kept to herself, mostly, aside from her few friends, but that didn't stop her from becoming the target of relentless bullying from some of the other students, the ones at the top of the food chain.

you were well-liked amongst your peers, but your popularity never merged you with those people. you were known for your sunny disposition, whereas they tormented their way to the top.

you'd seen it happen a couple of times, the sound of their jeering always catching your attention, especially when you heard them say ellie's name in that disgusting tone that made your heart ache for her. in fact, it's what snapped you out of your current conversation as an irritated, "what the fuck, williams?" sounds throughout the hallway.

in her lovestruck daze, ellie hadn't been looking where she was walking, which conveniently caused her to bump into one of them - a girl you didn't care much for, quinn was it? all you knew for sure was that she was trouble.

ellie winced and scrunched her face at the sound of her voice, internally cursing at herself because now she had to deal with her. she opened her eyes to see that everyone was looking, including you.

"shit, sorry. wasn't looking where i was going, won't happen again," ellie's tone is curt, trying to move past her and continue with her day before things got worse.

but of course, she wouldn't get let off the hook that easily; that was just her luck.

"where do you think you're going?" she probes, moving to block ellie's path. ellie has to restrain herself from rolling her eyes in her face, not wanting to escalate things if she could help it. how naive of her to think that nothing could ever be easy for her.

"c'mon, dude. i apologised. can we move on and-"

suddenly, it feels like the wind was knocked from ellie's lungs, and she's… falling?

a little stunned, she looks up from her newfound place on the floor after quinn has shoved her to the ground. all because of an accident that could have been easily brushed off and forgotten about. such a dumb fucking reason, and yet it has ellie seething.

"you should watch where you're going, williams. always lurking where nobody wants you to be." quinn spits, taunting ellie to get a rise out of her. 

it was likely that ellie's indifferent reactions to quinn's bullying irritated her, unable to fathom why ellie wouldn't buckle and submit like every other one of her unfortunate victims.

while the teasing and mean remarks were an unfortunate constant in her life, this never mellowed ellie. she was always quick-witted, her slight temper always having her ready to argue back and stand up for herself, and this time was no different.

ellie rises from the ground and delivers an equally hard shove, an irate, "what the fuck is your problem?" leaving her chapped lips. being the drama-obsessed hive mind that high schoolers were, it didn't take long for people to start crowding around the two once things intensified.

you had been watching the whole thing from afar before a wall of people began forming, not realising it'd evolve into this. you heard a pained groan rip from ellie's throat after what you presumed was the first punch being thrown. now you are only able to listen to the commotion but not see the situation, making your anxiety skyrocket. 

you liked to keep an attentive eye on ellie from a distance despite your paths rarely crossing, feeling some strange obligation to watch over her. you knew quinn and her posse of assholes always gave ellie a hard time, but she seemed to handle herself just fine, sometimes hearing one of her clever comebacks that made you giggle.

while the brawl entertained everyone else, you grew increasingly agitated. you were never one for drama and kept a relatively peaceful circle of friends, but the idea of just standing and doing nothing felt like a personal failure.

so, before you knew it, you were excusing yourself from your friends and pushing your way through the crowd to get to ellie.

once you breached the crowd, you found yourself in the eye of the storm, your eyes wide. after a while of their struggle against each other, quinn was now situated on top of ellie as she delivered a particularly hard punch to ellie's cheek. the wounded groan she let out was what urged you out of your frozen shock, rushing towards the tangle of violent limbs, grabbing quinn's shoulder and pulling her off of ellie with a hard tug.

"get the hell away from her!" you yell, trying hard to ignore the disappointed groans of the audience as you interrupt their entertainment. "assholes." you thought to yourself. 

wiping the blood from her nose, the sight of the trickling crimson more satisfying to you than it should be, quinn looks at you confused, clearly not expecting you of all people to come to ellie's rescue.

"the fuck are you doing?" she sneers, looking between you and ellie, who is still on the floor, propping herself up on her elbows with the nastiest glare you'd ever seen on her face. "don't tell me you actually give a shit about this loser-"

"back off, don't touch her," you snarled, pushing past her to kneel beside ellie on the ground.

you had this untouchable air about you, something that was a little lost on you but not to quinn. she knew you had people to back you up, her targets usually being the loner outcast types, being the coward she is. the same ruthlessness ellie received was not given to you, an irritated scoff being all you heard from quinn. she was the least of your worries right now.

"are you okay?" you ask, a little breathless from the adrenaline of putting yourself in the middle of a fight in front of an audience. your brows furrowed at how quickly deep purples and blues had already started blooming around ellie's eye and her freckled cheek. 

ellie looked at you blankly, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, and she tried desperately to find any words to say to you. how was she supposed to think straight? the rush from the fight and now having her crush come to her aid rendered her speechless. her lack of answer only worried you more, pinning her silence on being stunned from the fight still.

"ellie, i need you to answer-"

you were cut off by the sound of the principal pushing his way through the mass, his stern voice demanding that the two battered girls follow him to his office.

you watch doe-eyed and nervous as ellie pushes herself off the floor with a wince, looking at you with eyes that have so much to say yet a mouth that cannot quite verbalise it. but she couldn't stay, so without a word, she reluctantly trudged behind the principal with her head hanging low, utterly fed up, and man, that one punch hurt.

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you peered around the corner to the row of chairs lined up outside the principal's office, eyes fixated on ellie's slumped figure occupying one of them. you had been watching for at least a minute or two now despite there being the opportunity to approach her like any other normal person. but this was comfortable for you, familiar. if ellie believed she was the only person with a staring problem, and she did, then she was painfully wrong.

it felt routine for you to watch her like this from afar, a look in your eyes brimming with so much more than just innocent curiosity.

it was like you could sense her presence in a room, your gaze always finding her so easily amongst the hoard of other students. your eyes would rake up and down as you shamelessly drank her in, that camo jacket of hers that she wore like a safety blanket hanging loosely from her frame. she wore it infuriatingly well, paired with her unbothered demeanour that looked oh so good on her. a witty remark was always ready on the tip of her tongue when one of her tormentors dared to speak to her, her scarred brow furrowing into a scowl that made your stomach flutter.

you knew what cuteness aggression was, but that surely couldn't be what you felt now. but it made you mad how badly ellie affected you even from a distance, what was once just a silly hallway crush twisting into a near-violent obsession. you spied her fresh bruises, almost filling you with a little satisfaction. serves her right, your voice whispers quietly inside your head, as if you were scared someone could hear you. you almost wished you had been the one to give her the bruises only so you could plant two gentle kisses over the skin to soothe the sting afterwards. the deep plum colour blooming across her skin still somehow made her look pretty, and you had to take a moment to ask yourself if that was a fucked up thing to think. probably. 

suddenly becoming aware of how much of a creep you must look, lingering but not daring to approach, you decided to finally go check on her. it wouldn't feel right for you not to ensure she was okay.

ellie wonders how hard she was punched when she looks up to see you, a concerned and bashful smile on your face.

"hey, ellie. i just wanted to check on you after what happened with… y'know." 

ellie spends a moment in silence as she processes what's happening. you're fidgeting with your hands, rocking back and forth on your heels like you don't know what to do with yourself. she could have scoffed in bewilderment, as if you had any right to look so nervous standing in front of her, effortlessly beautiful and so sweet.

"ellie?" you repeat her name again, softer this time. ellie almost wants to stay silent just to hear you repeat it. but she needs to respond, fuck think, think, think-

"o-oh, hey. i uh- yeah, i'm okay. nothing i can't handle," ellie finally manages to get out. you nod in acknowledgement, tearing your eyes away for just a moment to compose yourself.

"do you mind if i sit?" you gesture to the empty chair beside her, which has her perking up almost immediately. ellie nods, a simple "sure," leaving her lips in a tone that sounded far more curt than nonchalant like she intended. really, she was just trying to focus on not bursting at the seams. you were so close to her, and now she had to keep her cool.

"thanks for stepping in earlier and pulling her off of me. you didn't have to do that."

"i wasn't just gonna stand there and watch it happen," you say it like that wasn't what anyone else would have done, what they did do. all more than happy to watch her get her ass beat just to spice up what otherwise would have been another boring school day.

"i'd say i held my own somewhat well," ellie quips, her tone a little lighter than before. you giggle softly, deciding not to remind her that she had been floored by the time you got to her. she had definitely lost the fight, and in her defence, that girl was notoriously scrappy, but fortunately for you, she made losing look so good. holding herself up on her elbows, the meanest look on her dishevelled face as she stared up at the girl with an unwavering glare.

"and what did the principal have to say about that?" you press for details, head tilting curiously. you looked like a puppy, sitting all cute and pretty next to her. ellie swore you were trying to kill her; such a simple movement made her heart rate spike. 

"got a firm slap on the wrist and the usual 'you're better than this' speech." you hum in acknowledgement, a breath of a laugh exhaling through your nose.

"well, for what it's worth, i think you gave her what she deserved." your statement caught her off guard, and she was not expecting you to condone any of what went down earlier.

"oh, you think?"

"oh definitely. the only time i see her is when she's making some poor person's life hell. i'm glad to see her get a taste of her own medicine."

ellie couldn't argue with that, shrugging in agreement as she tried to keep the pride bubbling up in her chest at bay.

"i am a little surprised, though. i wasn't expecting you to entertain a fight with her." this makes ellie raise her eyebrow inquisitively. did she not look tough enough to be in a fight or something? she knew she was nerdy, but surely she didn't look utterly defenceless, right?

"how come?" she questions, leaning back more comfortably in her chair, legs settling into her usual manspread that had you reeling just from seeing it from a distance, never mind being right next to her. your eyes darted around the hallway, desperately trying to focus on the conversation.

"well, y'know, i see you around, and you're usually so…" you trail off as you wave your hands in soft, fluid motions, whimsical and a little silly as you try to explain the softer side of her you had always noticed in what looked like some strange interpretive dance. 

"but back there, you were all like-" you're swinging your arms a little more frantically now, a poor recreation of some generic karate moves. you would feel like a total idiot and you very much do if it wasn't for the cheesy smile spreading across ellie's face at the sight of you.

"yeah?" she feels like she's getting lightheaded from how giddy she feels.

"yeah." you parrot back sheepishly, twiddling your thumbs to ground yourself. so cute.  

all ellie seemed to be good for was being riled up by the other students, so hearing that you had acknowledged her enough to make up your own mind about her made her feel like she was short circuiting. she was quickly snapped out of her temporary high when she felt a sharp sting on the side of her face, her sappy smile irritating her bruises.

"shit, are you okay?" you ask worriedly as she tries to brush it off with a wave of her hand.

"yeah yeah, i'm fine; this could've been way worse. you don't need to worry." her thoughts didn't quite match up with her words, though, silently begging that you'd keep doting on her. she was basking in having your undivided attention.

"ellie, these bruises are pretty big, i'm allowed to worry after i watched you get your ass handed to you," you ramble, ignoring her dismissal. 

"hey! she didn't have that much of an upper hand against me-"

you don’t reply, your hand absentmindedly reaches out to cup her jaw, being careful not to press into where it hurts as you inspect her injuries.

"has anybody checked over you yet?"

she feels like she's on fire, palms sweaty as she silently lets you examine her. she barely managed to respond to your question with a simple "no." she swore she could feel everywhere your eyes landed on her face, and fuck, your hand is so warm. the mess of a girl was surprised that steam wasn't radiating from where your skin met. 

as you give her face a final once over, you catch that frazzled deer-in-headlights look in her eyes and realise what you were doing, immediately removing your hand. if ellie wasn't frozen in place, she would have chased your touch, already missing the feeling of you on her skin.

"s-sorry, i just- i didn't mean to touch you out of nowhere. i was checking for my own peace of mind and got carried away-"

"no!" ellie interrupts a little louder than she meant to. "i mean, it's totally fine," her voice is shaking, "thank you for caring. you don't even really know me, and you're doing all this for me, so thank you."

her abruptness halts your apologetic rambling. you look at her wide-eyed for a moment before letting a soft little smile tug up the corner of your lips. if only she knew just how well you'd come to know her from all of your stolen glances, committing her to memory like she would disappear.

"don't mention it."

silence falls over you, both fidgeting shyly as you struggle to find something else to say. but that was okay. the giddy smiles you were both biting back said everything they needed to.

"i should probably get back to class, i've been holding this hall pass hostage for a while so i could come to check on you." you huff out a little disappointed sigh, reluctant to leave now that you'd finally been able to talk to ellie after so long spent longingly glancing in her direction.

"oh right, sorry. don't let me keep you, like i said i'm fine, really." ellie felt herself deflate a little now that she knew you had to go. the word pathetic came to mind when she realised how silly she must have looked, sulking like a kicked dog.

"i'm glad you're okay, ellie. i'll um… i'll see you around, yeah?" you couldn't help the hopefulness seeping through your words, and ellie noticed. the slight lilt in your sweet voice, your awkward shifting as you stood up, ready to leave.

"yeah, i'll see you around." ellie smiled up at you, ignoring the sharp twinge where her bruises were. maybe she should get beat up more often if it meant getting your attention.

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi ! Just discovered you through your D-16 x reader fic and your writing is MWAH MWAH yummy 😋 ahhhh thank youuu, I've been craving for tf one fics, I want to request a short fic with D-16, Orion Pax and Gn! Reader who's a racer from that various reader prompts you posted awhile ago? Anything else is up to you! Go wild

Thank youuuu 🫶💐

Pairing: D-16, Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Showcasing your appreciation for your fans leads to an unlikely encounter.  Warnings/Tags: Pre-canon, cybertronian!reader with a cog, size difference, awkward flirting??, forehelm kisses, and fluff.  A/N: Aww ty for the love! Hope you enjoy :) Word Count: 800+ words 

"What are we doing back here?" Came a rushed whisper from one bot. 

"What does it look like, genius? We're here to meet, ___."

"What?! You said you wanted to show me something, not break into a racer's personal quarters!"

"Psh, I bet they meet all sorts of fans back here all the time, besides, I'm sure they won't mind the bot they blew a kiss at to come and meet them backstage." 

"...you mean me?" 

"You?" 

"They blew the kiss at me."

"My friend, you need to get your optics checked, I'm pretty sure that kiss was meant for-" 

Orion didn't get to finish his sentence when the door to your quarters opened and your shiny figure stepped out and into the hallway. You glanced down at your newly filed digits before glancing up to spot two small, cogless bots standing in front of you. 

"...." 

"..."

"Why, hello there…where did you two come from?" Your voice was as warm as the sweetest energon and caused the tense mechs to ease up. You crouched before the two and placed your servos on your knee pads. One mech was blue and red, a lot more colorful in appearance and personality compared to his standoffish, silver colored mech companion. They were obviously miners from what you could tell from their chipped paint and dusty frames. 

The blue and red mech cleared his throat and prepared to speak until he was nudged back by his friend.

"We were lost! Yeah, we didn't mean to come…all the way here," The silver mech gave his friend a side-optic glare. 

"Could you help us find our way out?" The red mech briefly met his companion's shocked expression with a teasing smirk before switching his bright gaze onto you. "The name's Orion Pax, this mech over here is-"

 

"-D-16, nice to meet you…I'm…your biggest fan! I've been to almost all of your races and-" D-16 stammered out his introduction and seemed to be digging a further hole for himself as he rambled on. His friend watched with a familiar fondness before he snapped his gaze to the racer when their bell-like laugh rang out. 

"Aren't you two the cutest fans I've met," You cooed before pushing yourself up to stand. "I'll show you the way out, follow me." 

Orion pumped a servo when you turned away and winked at D-16 as he went to walk by your side. D-16 only rolled his optics and quickly went to catch up. 

“So, ____, how do you win like all the time?” Orion started the conversation. 

“Practice makes perfect,” You replied with a smile. 

“And what do you do when you lose?” Came the interesting inquiry from the silver mech. Realizing how his question might imply something bad, “I mean, how do you deal with the pressure of needing to be the best? I couldn't imagine having all those optics on me at all times.” 

You giggled and mulled over his question for a few nanokliks. “Well, I suppose I don't beat myself up about losing a race, after all the races would be boring if my rivals weren't on my level.” 

“Right! Makes sense. I, uh, thank you." D-16 felt his face plate warm as your bright optics made contact with his. 

"You're welcome, thank you two for seeing me,” You stopped when the exit came into view. “I haven't had this much fun in a while, I hope to see you too at the finish line again.” 

“We'll be there, ” Orion nodded as he nudged D-16 toward the exit. 

D-16 bit his bottom derma before turning back around and walking over to you. 

“Can…can I get a signature?” 

You blinked before your dermas curved in happiness at the timid request made by the mech. You see, instead of signing merch the regular way, you usually left your ‘mark’ on any special fan who caught your attention. It was a very rare occurrence which is why those bots claimed they'd never wash the mark off. 

 You crouched down and tilted the mech's helm back by curling a digit under his chin. D-16's breath was caught in his intake as your dermas pressed against his helm. He stood there frozen even when Orion came to his side and asked for a mark as well.

You obliged and kissed his helm as well. 

Orion leaned into it as you pulled away, you stifled a laugh as you booped his nose to snap the red and blue mech out of his daze. 

“Well…I'll see you two at the next race,” You mused before turning to leave. 

Orion and D-16 were standing there, pedes frozen to the ground as they processed the previous events. 

“Guess that blown kiss was meant for both of us.” 

D-16 only rolled his optics before smacking Orion's arm.

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[ameliemaaaee]

Pink Skin - S.R x Reader

Story Information

Summary: Reader and Spencer's tentative friendship is threatened by pink skin. Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader. Category: Fluff. Content Warnings: Reader drinks alcohol, readers skin described as being 'pink'. Word Count: 3,747

Spencer Reid Masterlist

Summer was the time of year where the world seemed to be at its brightest; people in colourful sundresses, sandy white beaches, sun-kissed skin, sunglasses, and wide-brimmed hats. But for you, Summer consisted of dead bodies that looked even worse for wear, and pink, angry skin no matter how much suncream you slathered on.

When you had been told your case was in Florida you about melted then and there.

Florida… in July.

The team- ever attuned let out a simultaneous groan of disappointment as they gathered their belongings to head to the jet.

It was a bad one, and by the time the team had caught the guy some decompression was sorely needed.

“I never want to see the sun again.” Your voice was quiet as you climbed the steps up to the jet, using the case file in your right hand as a make-shift fan. You groaned in relief as you stepped into the air-conditioned interior of the jet.

“You know… since the sun drives photosynthesis, and plants dominate the bottom of the food chain, if we never saw the sun again we’d all be in trouble.” You furrow your brows, your eyes squinting to adjust to the dim interior of the jet as you pushed up your sunglasses, turning around.

Suddenly you were face-to-face with Spencer Reid as he stepped onto the jet behind you. He looked as though he was doing a better job in the heat than you were; he was from Vegas, which is practically the desert.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you took your bag from his hand, and freed up his left hand so he could also adjust his sunglasses. “Apologies for the hyperbolic speech, doctor!”

You couldn’t help watching the flush that rose across the bridge of his nose. Spencer did well in the sun; well, better than you. His skin was brown, the high points of his face sun-kissed, his hair bleaching slightly falling in defined curls, slightly damp from the humidity.

He says your name as you continue to take him in, this causes you to spring back into action. “Yes… oh uhm- sorry.”

You quickly throw your go bag into the overhead lockers, trying not to struggle too obviously, feeling Spencer’s eyes on you. You then selected your normal seat, plopping yourself down and groaning as you massaged your temples, gaze fixed on your lap.

Spencer followed suit and sat next to you as usual. His brows furrowed as he took in the pink skin blooming across your chest, and your overtiredness. “You don’t do well in the heat do you?”

You looked up towards Spencer at the sound of his voice. He watched as you blankly processed his question before offering a small shrug. You felt rather scrutinised under Spencer’s gaze.

The team had been toeing the line of professional dress; both you and Emily opting for vest tops and slacks for comfort, and JJ had been wearing airy shirts to prevent overheating. But now, sat in front of Spencer you were beginning to notice the way his eyes trailed across your exposed skin.

His voice is soft, gentle as he speaks again, “you’re burnt.”

You groan slightly, his words suddenly bringing to attention the prickly pain across your chest and shoulders. “Yeah, it happens. Not all the suncream, in all the world would stop it."

You watch as Spencer pulls out his book, leafing through the worn, dog-eared pages to find his bookmark; it was one you had got him when you joined the team; a hand-embroidered bookmark that you had decorated with little sunflowers, and green leaves.

You had really tried to win over each member of the team but with Spencer you struggled the most, you felt sub-par in his presence, as though you had nothing to offer in comparison to him. It didn’t help the fact that he was quiet in your presence, and that your attempts at conversation were often shut down by awkward smiles, or curt nods.

You remember the way Hotch had looked at you, your face falling as Spencer had offered you a polite nod on your first day; making no attempt to converse back to you. You still remember his attempts to reassure you; he doesn't like change.

He was right.

But now you had both settled into a rhythm as perhaps the closest members of the team. You were becoming more comfortable with him, making jokes and teasing remarks not that dissimilar to Garcia and Morgan. But fundamentally, in your friendship you always admired his knowledge wanting him to share it at any opportunity; much to the rest of the team’s chagrin.

And Spencer tried to show his care in his own ways; he never pushed, he let you go at your own pace and had taken it on himself to show you the ropes, encouraging you to share your ideas and theories with the rest of the team.

Spencer quietly gave you confidence, whilst trying to navigate the heat that would rise to his face whenever you would call him various pet names.

Normally you were relaxed around Spencer, so why now were you struggling to reconcile with his presence?

Why now were you unabashedly staring at him, at the way his sleeves were rolled up into the crook of his elbow, his lean arms brown and strong.

The way his fingers skimmed across the page, tendons flexing as he turned them, reading as though he were not just taking in each word but consuming them.

Eventually though your tiredness won out, and you shuffled into a comfortable position, pulling your legs up beneath you and curling into a ball.

Spencer watched you out of the corner of his eyes as you settled down quietly, wincing as your pink skin stuck to the leather seats, but eventually you had settled into a comfortable position dozing off, and getting some much-needed rest.

Spencer had noticed how overstimulated you had been during the case; you became more anxious, and withdrawn when you were overwhelmed, and tired.

He didn’t blame you; Summer definitely made the BAU’s job harder; evidence degraded faster, local law enforcement required more breaks which meant less cops on the street, and chasing UnSubs was ten times more uncomfortable.

But beyond that he had noticed the way you had been constantly taking painkillers to aid dehydration headaches, the way you would disappear to splash water on your face, the way you needed to sit down after a while because your legs began to wobble.

Spencer knew that these were all signs of heat exhaustion, so every day you both were out in the heat he would offer you some of his water or carry an extra bottle for you. He frequently offered you his suncream, gently reminding you to reapply, doing his best to keep you comfortable.

So now he was nothing but relieved that you were getting some sleep. Especially since Rossi had invited the team over the next day for some ‘family bonding’. Which Spencer suspected would involve a significant amount of alcohol and sun exposure.

So, as he settled back down, satisfied that you were comfortable, he began to plan for the day ahead.

-

“You didn’t have to drive Spencer, I know you’re not a huge fan.” You smile softly at him as you slide gracefully into the passenger seat of his car. You gaze meets his for a split second and you see the way his face softens as you fasten your seatbelt, adjusting your hair slightly.

“Did you sleep well?” His gaze flicks between you and the road as he pulls out of your apartment complex. You watch the way his hands grip the steering wheel suddenly feeling the same butterflies you had felt on the jet settling into your stomach.

You silently cursed yourself as you strung together an answer.

“Yeah actually. I don’t know why but Florida just exhausted me.” You sigh softly before adding, “how about you Spence?”

His gaze meets yours for a split second as he raises one hand from the steering wheel and rakes it gently through his hair, tucking the unruly curls behind his ears. “- yeah I-uhm actually stayed up late… reading.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how typical that was for Spencer. “War and Peace?” Your tone was teasing but you knew you were right.

Spencer’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yes- How did you-“

“You had it on the plane yesterday. But you’ve read it before- I think I’ve seen you reading it in Russian too?” Your voice wavers slightly towards the end of the sentence as you begin to overthink, these new, unfamiliar, butterflies now attacking your insides.

“Oh- I didn’t realise you noticed.” Spencer offers you the sweetest smile and you pause; you watch the way his brown eyes soften, and his shoulders relax. Your eyes trail across the small flush on the bridge of his nose and the freckles that has surfaced in Florida, and you gulp.

You began to worry that you whole life's work may become dedicated to the pursuit of that smile.

“Uh- I did.” You say softly watching as Spencer indicates to turn into Rossi’s driveway. You take in the other team member’s cars parked in the driveway and realise that you were both likely the last to arrive.

Spencer walks around opening the car door for you and taking your bag, before you can protest he knocks on Rossi’s door, and it swings open revealing the BAU’s revered millionaire.

“Rossi, Hi!” You smile, letting him kiss you on the cheeks as you chuckle at his Italian endearments.

Spencer offers a similar greeting and Rossi ever the joker, laughs. “I didn’t know you two would be travelling together.”

Spencer opens his mouth to offer and explanation, but you beat him to the punchline. “You know I can’t drive after drinking all your alcohol Rossi!”

You watch as Spencer’s eyes widen and Rossi laughs, “Touché.”

Rossi excuses himself, but not before offering Spencer a pat on the shoulder and a “Good luck, kid.”

Spencer gulps slightly as you are both left alone. He anticipated a rush of energy from you, and he was right. He watched as you took a couple steps towards him offering that sweet, saccharine smile that made him melt.

Your teasing voice cuts through the silence. “It’s a pool party Spencer.”

He looks at you, raising an eyebrow as he gently places his hands on your shoulders and guides you through to the kitchen area. “I am aware that it's a pool party."

You laugh as he leaves you in the centre of Rossi’s kitchen, grabbing two chilled glasses and filling them with filtered water. “Good... just checking! OH! We should swim!”

“Uhm, I don’t know if that’s the best idea for you…. Your uhm-“ Spencer hands you the glass of water before gesturing to the pink skin of your chest and shoulders. “You’re uhm….”

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for Spencer to drag his eyes away from your chest and find the words he’s looking for.

“You’re uhm- burnt.” Spencer coughs awkwardly but offers you a lopsided grin as though despite the awkwardness he’s proud of himself for pushing through.

“Well, that’s okay… you can just help me put suncream on genius!” You offer him a bright smile as you make a beeline for a patio.

Spencer watches, frozen in awe as you walk over to the edge of the pool, greeting Garcia and JJ who are both lounging on pool floats. Then you make your way towards Hotch who is sat applying suncream to Jack.

He makes his way out onto the patio offering everybody a wave. He can’t help but smile at the way you hi-five the young boy promising to play in the pool with him later.

And finally, you make your way over to Morgan, Rossi and Emily who are having a spirited argument about grilling, before deciding you have no input.

You turn back watching Spencer as he placed you bag down on a chair in the shade, gently laying out your towel and his (which you had graciously put in your bag), and fiddling with the parasol for maximum UV deterrence.

Slowly you walk over to him, laughing as Jack frees himself from Hotch’s meticulous suncream ritual and beelines for his favourite team member. Spencer lifts him up into his arms, offering the eight-year-old an excitable greeting and ruffling his hair.

“Do you have enough sunscreen on Jack?” Spencer places him down looking at him pointedly. Jack turns to you clearly looking for a defence, but you shrug and laugh as he pouts, walking back towards Hotch who offers you both a thankful grin.

“Poor kid…” You joke watching as he wriggles whilst Hotch attempts to smooth suncream across his back and shoulders.

You hear Spencer chuckle beside you and jump slightly as he places a splayed hand on your back, pulling you under the shade of the parasol. “You need SPF before you stand in the sun; I brought you factor fifty.”

You groan sarcastically. “What if I want to tan Spencer?”

But his hands are on your shoulders, and you gasp, pulling away from him at sensation of the cold lotion overwhelming your senses. “Oh my god… Spencer!”

He offers you a boyish grin as you give in, letting him rub the suncream into the exposed skin of your shoulders and back. “You do realise I’m going to take the coverup off in a minute?”

You turn to face Spencer, grabbing his wrists and stilling them from their attack on your senses.

“You are?” Spencer gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you grin mercilessly.

All Spencer could do was watch as you turned away from him pulling the sundress over your head and revealing a deep blue bathing suit underneath. He cleared his throat awkwardly his gaze scanning the rest of the team to ensure they hadn’t seen him staring, and once he was satisfied he busies himself rooting through your bag pretending to be in search of his sunglasses.

He looks up from the bag as your stretch out your arms, exhaling softly before turning to him. “Right… now you can smother me in whatever Victorian wallpaper paste you brought.”

Spencer rolls his eyes before stepping towards you his palms splaying across your back treating the pink splotches with extra care and attention as he rubbed in the SPF. He relished in the way your muscles relaxed under his touch.

“You know… most SPFs protect against UVB rays which are the ones that will burn you, but not all of them protect against UVA which are the ones that are responsible for aging your skin.” He pauses as his fingers trail across the vertebrae of your spine, and you shiver. “I made sure to get a broad-spectrum one.”

He feels the way your back shakes as you laugh squirming lightly as his hands dip further down your back.

You want to make a quip about his attempts to help reduce your 'aging', but your brain was turned to mush the second his hands were on you.

So, you managed a simple, “thanks, Spence.”

Satisfied with his handiwork he takes a step back, and lets you turn around to face him. He smiles softly as you take the bottle from his hands and gently rub more across your chest and neck.

He sits down, pulling out his book; War and Peace, as you smooth the suncream down your legs and thighs. Once your satisfied you poke Spencer’s cheek, watching as he furrows his brow, turning towards you and removing his sunglasses.

“Your turn! Shirt off!” You shuffle closer to him as you fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt, laughing as his eyes widen. As you give him your best puppy-dog eyes you grin as his resolve begins to fade and he places his book face down on the table and removes his shirt.

You are pulled from you staring by the sound of wolf whistles and cheers coming from the team members lounging in the pool; Morgan offers him a flirty wink and Garcia and JJ immediately praise you for so easily persuading him.

You can't help but blush at their teasing and Spencer notices, "you're blushing!"

He eyebrow is quirked as he offers you a teasing smile.

"I think it's a sun burn." You quickly reach out for his now bare shoulders, spinning his around so his back is facing you.

You gently smooth the suncream over the plains of Spencer’s toned shoulders, giggling alongside him as you both hear Hotch using Spencer and his suncream etiquette as an example for Jack who was still not allowing Hotch to put any cream on his face.

“There!” You clap your suncream covered hands against Spencer’s chest as he turns around, watching as it splatters, and you offer him a smirk.

“Woah- ok!” He groans as he begins to rub in the suncream that had splattered across his chest, and you quietly excuse yourself to begin on the drinks; alcoholic ones this time, not the water that Spencer regularly supplied.

A you carefully place ice cubes into a chilled glass and mix together various liquors on the patio. You look up to see Spencer watching you.

“Like what you see?” You joke, tossing him a chilled beer.

It was a joke that you made frequently, in reference to the way you both gravitated towards each other. But as soon as you said it felt different this time; raw, real.

“I don’t want this-“ He shakes his head, looking down at the beer he caught, a gentle smile on his face as he places it back into the ice bucket.

“Just ignore my question then-“ You shrug humorously, turning to find the lemonade that Rossi had stocked in his drinks fridge.

You immediately regretted your attempt to keep up your normal banter; suddenly pulling manufactured compliments out of a flustered Spencer wasn't cutting it.

“You uhm- yes! I mean… you look nice; relaxed even!” Spencer sounds remarkably stressed now and you can’t help but step towards him offering him a soft smile, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder your ice-cold drink grasped in your other.

“Spence- I was joking... no need to get so flustered.“ You voice pauses as you feel his gaze on yours, his hand gently wrapping around yours, holding your wrist firmly, preventing you from any more teasing gestures.

“You-“ You pause, unable to finish your sentence, breathing heavily, feeling vulnerable in the way his gaze meets yours, hid hand gripping your wrist.

"What if I do?" His voice is quiet, barely there, a whisper; but you hear it.

"What if you do... what?" You're not quite sure what you're hearinga nd frankly you can't quite concentrate on it, the way Spencer's grip tightens on your wrist, and he reaches for the drink in your other hand, placing it on the table.

He leans in closer to you this time, you can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. "...like what I see."

You pull away from him slowly, as far as his unrelenting grip would allow. He was holding you as though he was scared this was unrequited, risqué.

Little did he know.

“I need water! Hydration.... it's uhm- you know... essential in this heat.” You grimace at the speed with which the words escape you, the way Spencer's gaze softens, but not in disappointment.

He knows.

He chuckles, a low, breathy, perfect chuckle. A little laugh that singlehandedly ignites a fire inside you, the same fire that seared his smile into your brain forever.

And when you go to pull away he doesn't let you. His hand remaining wrapped firmly around your wrist as he guides you into the air-conditioning of Rossi's kitchen.

The curtains are drawn, keeping the room cool and creating an overwhelming sense of detachment from the rest of the team just beyond the patio.

"You're optimally hydrated Y/N." He says it like it's common knowledge, like he knows your body better than you because he probably does.

"Oh- well..." You trail off, unable to argue with such a definitive statement, your gaze meeting his for the first time.

"You know Y/N..." The way he says your name, so softly, so delicately makes your heart swell. "...The sunburn on your cheeks seems to get worse when I'm around."

"Uhm... maybe... that's-" You struggle to rebut that statement, knowing you were caught, red handed- or red-cheeked.

That’s the final straw for Spencer; the final confirmation he needs.

He knows that he can see through you, that he's slowly uncovering his secrets, peeling back each layer and finding something new, something beautiful.

Something golden beneath.

And you're letting him.

That's the thought that tips him over the edge. As his brown eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips you barely process what's happening until his lips connect with yours and your heart swells.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you instinctively trail your thumbs over his cheekbones, trailing the hollows of his face, the hollows that happily tanned in Florida.

It was as if you had been waiting years for it… as though you were built for him as you gasped, pulling back innocently from his lips, his brows furrowing as though he had crossed a line.

Your eyes pose a question that can only be answered by his touch as he carefully tucks a curl behind your ear.

He studies you, the way you lean into his touch and that's all the confirmation he needs.

You feel it too.

His hand carefully caresses the back of your hair as he grips it and pulls you into him, again. He's sure he will never tire of this feeling; of kissing you.

You can’t help but whimper as he languidly pulls your body flush against his. Suddenly the stickiness of Summer was replaced with the reassuring figure of Spencer as he pulled you impossibly closer.

And with his lips on yours he realises that all it took to push you together was a bit of pink skin.

[purebarnes]

WHAT SIDE IS RIGHT?

SYNOPIS. an argument between bucky and reader ends them breaking up

TAGS. Angst. Small fluff.

PAIRINGS. Thunderbolt! Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

NOTE. My babies. Marvel is getting my therapy bill atp anywayss please send requests ya guys have/want!!! i love hearing what you guys would like to read and also if you want to be be on a tag list lmk cause im up to create one

You weren’t exactly sure what had happened to you in the last year, to be exact the last 14 months when everything went so wrong. After the whole catastrophe with Thanos and losing many people in the process, you sort of didn’t have an idea on how to cope with that loss. You didn’t have anyone after Tony died.

He was like a brother you never had. But then you had Sam and Bucky, you thought that was enough. You didn’t need anyone else. Things were running smoothly, stable. It was you three.

Sam was your best friend.

Bucky was everything.

You deeply cared about both men so much, you all had lost people and gone through hell in your lives. But in this line of work, you understand what it meant to be a protector and people needed you.

So you had to make a choice. Even though it hurt you to even consider to get between them, you knew what it had to be.

Sam was the right choice. Right?

Sam had told that Ross had wanted him to re build the avengers. Past you would had many flaws and comments about that but it was Sam that would lead them. You knew he would be great. He obviously asked if you’d join his team and you of course obliged.

Then as he told Bucky, you only came to realize that he would be joining a new team called the “New Avengers.” Oh how that stinged.

Sam was distraught and betrayed by his best friend. Ross showed you the media report as he told you two that extreme measures needed to be taken. You groaned internally at this ‘War’ that it would create between each side.

So there you were, on the hard floor laying down. Just gazing up on the ceiling, biting your bottom lip slightly but enough to feel a little blood from your nerves that were pumping.

You felt the steps of a certain someone. He took a seat down on the floor and laid the same way, turning his head to see your face.

“This is about to turn to shit. You know that?”

Sam nodded, his face not changing.

He let out a loud sigh, his brows slightly raised. He understands what was about to happen but he couldn’t help but feel so hurt by Bucky.

“Well, i got you. Don’t I?”

Your mouth slightly raising, “Yeah, always.”

Sam leaned in and gave your cheek a quick kiss, watching him leave to go do business with Joaquin.

Bucky was a mess.

You left him. You couldn’t do it anymore, he made his choice pretty clear and so you needed to do the same. If you chose Sam then that meant you couldn’t be with Bucky anymore.

You were a nervous wreck that night..

You stood in the elevator, waiting for it to ding to show you were there but you were honestly happy that it was taking forever because you didn’t know if you were going to be able to go through with it.

Your heart was pumping, your left hand feeling a little numb. But that was just your nerves and they were shit.

You had a little liquid courage. Maybe that would help. Probably not.

The elevator doors opened and dinged and you saw that it was empty, you took a step forward. Bucky who was standing in front of the island, making a drink for himself as it looked since he was alone.

Sliding the alcohol, he drank it.

His eyes met yours as he licked his lips. He sort of relief seeing you, “Hey, doll.” He whispered gently looking at your emotional presence, your smile faded, eye lids heavy and just looking so exhausted.

“What’s wrong?” Reaching over to grab your hand but you refused him to hold you. You backed up, “Don’t.” You muttered, looking down to refuse to meet his gaze.

Bucky’s brows creasing, a slight frown appearing. Confused, “What?”

“I can’t do this. We need to break up.”

Your lip already quivered, you felt the tears already forming but stay on the bottom of your eyes clearly refusing to fall.

“No. What are you saying? Did Sam put you up-”

“No! You jerk. This is all me, I can’t be with you if you are going to do this. You hurt him.” The tears already streaming, making your vision blurry.

Bucky shook his head. “Please. Don’t do this.”

“You made your choice. You choose others over us. Your family?”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

You wiped the tears with your palm, “I hope they are worth it. Goodbye Buck.”

With that, Bucky grabbed you with all force and smashed his lips onto yours. Pure desperation, he couldn’t let you leave over something like this. The kiss full of lust. For a second, you cave in and started to kiss back with the same desire but you couldn’t do it. You shoved him back,

“No.. no. Stop.”

The second your lips parted, you let out a breathy sigh, earning for him back but you came here to do something.

“Tell me what to do..” He begged you, his eyes glistening with some sense of hope.

Your lips parted, waiting to say something. “If I said to leave, would you?”

“I can’t leave them. Bob needs us..”

You frowned at the older man, “We needed you. You said we were your family, we were there for you.” A permanent absence memory clearly.

“It’s different-”

“Bullshit. Everything I’ve done was for you, I nearly lost Tony just for you.” You seethed, a sob threatening to escape.

“Then I lost him and I had no one. Then I got you both and now I’m losing you again.”

Deep down Bucky knew the right answer. If it was for you then he’d do anything for you, you knew that but everything changed when he went back to New York.

“Please..” He voice faltering,

“Goodbye, Buck.”

You spoke finally and he just stood in place, not knowing what to say to you to help you or himself. There was no fixing what had broken, it was more then just Sam.

You started to walk the other direction as you met the eyes of 5 other people. Sensing they were the new team, your gaze turned into a unrecognizable stare.

You shook your head, that betrayal was worse then anything.

A final farewell, “One last thing. When it comes down and it will. This is a fight you won’t win and I don’t care who I hurt.”

The blonde and Brunette stepped forward, “Don’t worry. We got each other." Giving you a hard glare.

You chuckled incredulously, “How sweet.”

“You don’t have to do this.” John Walker spoke to you, a sort of understanding that he knew.

“See ya. Whenever that is..” you spoke before stopping and seeing one person, “And who are you?”

He looked up, nervously pointing. “Uh, me? I’m Bob.”

“Bob. Huh, see ya Bob.”

lifting up, you soon vanished away.

All eyes now turned to Bucky who had gulped down another glass of his choice of liquor.

Bucky, Yelena, John and Ava all walked out back in the new Avengers tower, “But we are the Avengers. The government said so.” Yelena spoke out.

“How does Sam Wilson not understand that?”

“Well, he does have the shield.” Bucky replied.

“I have a shield also.” John stated.

“It’s not a shield.” He retorted.

“It is a shield- It’s a shitty shield.”

“Great shield, Bucky.” John added before rolling his eyes.

Yelena groaned, “Okay. If he,” pausing before saying your name slowly, “put together a team then they call themselves the Avengers. Then who are the real avengers?”

Ava shook her head as Bucky eyed her since he still was dealing with losing you. It had been so difficult without you.

“Well, that’s the question the internet has been asking. And judging by the nasty memes I’ve read.. they don’t think it’s us.” John sighed sadly.

Yelena turned back to Bucky, “Weren’t you going to talk to him?”

“I already did.” He blankly spoke.

“And?”

“It went poorly.”

“And did you try to talk to her?” She gently asked.

“Yeah, she wants nothing to do with me. Nothing I can do.” Bucky blinked. Averting his eyes towards the floor.

“Great going.” Ava replied, “If you two didn’t have to say anything then she’d probably-”

“She thinks I chose you guys over her and I kind of did.”

“Do you regret being on our team?” John added hesitantly.

“No. I just miss her, like alot.”

Getting many sympathetic looks his way as he looked away, John nodded quickly.

“Look. I can help you find someone- I don’t want anyone.” He seethed shoving him harshly.

“Your track record is pretty awful.” Ava spoke truthfully.

“Shut up. I hate you all.”

Right in came Alexei, wearing an atrocious outfit like he was a nascar driver or something. “Hello, team.” Grinning at them.

Bucky groaned at his outfit, “What the hell are you wearing?”

“I heard about Wilson and your not girl anymore. They are dumb.”

“But, me, I’m smart, I’m smart man. I have smart solve.”

Yelena opened her mouth in disbelief.

“A-V-ENGER-Z! Avengers with a Z! There is no copyright.” Looking to see the approval from the team but no one liked it at all.

“Look- Feel. Like a baby seal.”

Bucky got up abruptly, Yelena looked up.

“Where are you going?”

“To go fix this.”

Bucky had not gotten far clearly as he saw you in the hall. Face clearly upset from possible tears you had fallen,

“Bucky..”

“Doll..”

You ran directly towards him as he opened his arms openly, you wrapped your arms around his neck . You both stayed there until you were forced to move. You couldn’t do it anymore, you were so alone and he was your light.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled in his neck.

“No, I’m sorry. I love you and I’m sorry for making you feel the opposite.”

You sighed, “I don’t want you guys to fight. I love you both.”

He nodded, “I know, baby. I know.”

You leaned back, “Can you please just try to talk to him? He agreed to hear you.”

“Yes.”

You smiled, in response you leaned in immediately peppering him with kisses, on his nose, many on his cheek, jaw, forehead.

“Thank.” Kiss “You.” Kiss. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”

Bucky chuckled at the many kisses and gave you a long and passionate kiss. We’ll make out session as she brought you in a supply closet that night.

-

“Huh. You think they made up?” John asked.

There you were laying on top of Bucky, his breathing easing you up each time. Snuggled up together, Bucky having his arm wrapped around your back as you sighed happily in your sleep.

“No shit.”

“Aw, they are adorable.”

“Shut up. You are gonna wake them.”

“Just one picture-”

“No- my bad.”

You woke up to the shutter noise and started to groan at the loss of sleeping and your man’s warmth.

Bucky groaned. “You got 20 seconds.”

“What- wait Bucky. Too late.”

Bucky then had gotten up and chased them as you sat up and saw Bob who was reading his book.

“Hey Bob.”

“Heyy.” Waving at you so innocently. Oh boy.

[breathinlove]

band!ellie headcanons and smau

read this

sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her). i lost the resquest im so sorry!

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, ellie's a changed woman after you, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp.

part 2

band!ellie who is obviously in a band with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who had cat in the band when they started, but they had massive drama when they broke up. (they're on good terms now tho! trust).

band!ellie who had a phase where her and jesse liked dina the fans call it throuple era

band!ellie who got matching flash tattoos on her very first serious show with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who is kind of a fuckgirl and looooves her fans iykwim.

“just until i find the wife.” that's her lame excuse.

band!ellie who is the type of girl to have groupies and sign their tits.

band!ellie mets you at the fuckass record store where you work.

"is that you?" you gather the courage to ask about what she was buying and she smiles proudly. "it's our debut album." "congrats." you sigh before lifting your head to continue. "i bought one this morning when they came in, thought it looked cool." and she has to ask for your number cause why the hell did that make her heart melt.

band!ellie who just looks like she's never kissed before when you're the one to initiate the first kiss. (:0)

band!ellie who 3 dates in invites you to one of her local shows, having you in the front line (eye contact goes insane...).

band!ellie who makes her thristy fans they bite their tongue when she leans over to you at the edge of the stage. singing to you, fingers on your chin.

band!ellie who soon enough is on tour and texting you less. you try to move on (you're soooo wrong for that because she's just busy and thinking about you).

band!ellie always talking about you to dina and jesse.

“i need to get back to my girl.” she's so delusional too.

band!ellie who is instantly only focused on you, weirdly adding your name in every cover of romantic songs they do at rehearsal.

band!ellie who the first thing she does when she's back is run to the record store.

“how was the tour?” you asked, she's leaning on the counter and you take a step back. she replied with an “i missed you.” and you're not even hesitanting anymore.

band!ellie who wastes no time asking you to be her girlfriend after you cuss her out because she was late to one of your dates (she thinks it's hot asf).

band!ellie who is soooo daddy upstage but you know she wants and NEEDS to be babied.

band!ellie who notices you were upset she had a show your birthday, so she called you on stage and serenaded you as if she was justin bieber… flowers and everything. (she sang “one less lonely girl”)

her fr^

band!ellie who when she's out and fans stop her… she's so sweet and attentive but she wouldn't want to be late to see you

“sorry girls, the wife is waiting i have to go.”

texts with band!ellie

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e!receiving], strap on sex [r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

band!ellie who absolutely loves good luck head when you're backstage.

“baby just needs some encouragement, am i right?” you ask softly between open mouthed kisses on her lower stomach and thighs. she nods. “yes… need your tongue.” she grunts, thrusting her hips. you start licking and kissing her slit and she can't help but grind against your tongue until she cums all over it.

band!ellie who loves it when you ride her strap too, but she has to switch out and completely dick you down… with permission after not touching you for so long.

“please let me fuck that pussy.” she knows you're getting tired, since you didn't even slap her hand when she started rubbing your clit. “come on…” she spits down your clit. “tired, babe?” you nod breathlessly grinding on her lap. she fucks up into you “tell me i can fuck you…” but she's already doing it?? “f-fuck me, ellie.” and now she's grining and holding you flat. “damn, this pussy's split open.” as she bottoms that shit deep in you. she will fuck you stupid.

a/n: this is a lot but i enjoyed doing it... and.... my phone's charged!

[golden1u5t]

real one | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: reader fakes and orgasm while with aaron, he notices and lets her change the position and do what makes her feel good.

you had let out an loud moan, like the ones in those bad pornos, as you tried to make it seem like you'd just had an orgasm. aaron's hips stilled and he sat up from where he had his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"y/n... what was that?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, you brought your hands up to cover your face.

"i had an-"

aaron was experienced, much more than you were, and he'd been with plenty of women to know how it felt when a woman had an orgasm.

"no you didn't." aaron chuckled, he pried your hands from your face and leaned down to peck your lips. your skin flushed with embarrassment and you pulled away from him.

you had expected him to be at least a bit upset about you faking it, you expected to have to overly explain yourself on why you did it, but aaron wasn't like that. he understood that whatever it was he was doing obviously wasn't working for you and there was no point in getting upset over something he could fix.

aaron carefully pulled out and flipped you both over so he was on his back and you were straddling his waist. you stared down at him confused but didn't question him.

"this way you can do what makes you feel good, yeah?" aaron's hands rubbed up your thighs, settling on your hips and pushing you back so you were on his hips instead of his waist.

you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded your head with a huff, you moved back some and lifted yourself up. you took ahold of aaron's cock and lined it up with your entrance, you steadied yourself with a hand on his chest as you sank down.

aaron's fingers curled into the plush skin of your thighs as you started to lift yourself off of his cock and push back down. aaron always liked it when you rode him-though it didn't happen often because you always got tired quickly— because he liked the view he got to see when you did.

a soft moan fell from your lips when you leaned forward, subsequently causing aaron's cock to slip deeper, and placed both hands on the bed beside aaron's head.

"does that feel better?" he asked, fighting the urge to thrust up into you. he moved his hands up to hold onto your hips, you fell down against his shoulder and your eyes slipped closed.

"yeah- yeah, so much better." you gasp, slightly speeding up your pace. aaron groaned and let his head fall back, his hands moved to your ass to plant a harsh slap on it.

aaron smiled to himself when he felt your walls start to tighten around his cock and your rhythm start to falter. you never really gave him much of a warning that you were about to cum, just a whine of his name into his ear. you completely slumped down into him afterwards which left him to chase his own release within you. his hands gripped your ass to help him move you up and down on his cock, along with his hips thrusting up.

the most you could do was whimper into the crook of his neck as his cock twitched and spurted rope after rope his warmth. you waited for a few moments to relax before you lifted yourself off of him, you bit down on your bottom lip when you felt the mixture of your cum rush out of you.

aaron brought his arm up and placed it under his head, a smile breaking out on his face.

"see, that was orgasm."

[juyeoz]

GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

32 ┆ the boy who swore (0.9k words)

In a blink of an eye, the time Jungwon dreaded had come—lunch. He silently sat in the classroom you two were supposed to meet in for your tutor session. His crutches rested against the table beside him as he awaited your appearance.

It was quiet and three minutes past your original meeting time.

If he knew you were going to be late like this, he wouldn’t have agreed at all. Part of him was glad. Jungwon wouldn’t have to face the person he had a romantic dream about a few days ago. 

That was great news for him.

Yet, to his dismay, you showed up. 

“Hey, I’m sorry.” You said while approaching the seat in front of him.

“What took you so long?” Jungwon asked, his gaze not leaving your figure, but his tone was annoyed. While taking your seat, you placed the frozen dessert on top of his desk. 

“Oh,” he muttered while staring at the orange wrapper. 

“The line was long today.” You said, replying coldly to his tone from earlier.

Jungwon’s gaze shifted around the classroom as he awkwardly bit down on his bottom lip. The silence between you two broke once you began rummaging through your backpack for your notebook and pencil case. 

“Here, my physics work from this morning.” You placed the notes on the desk and sighed.

Jungwon pushed the Melona popsicle aside and brought your notebook closer to him. 

“What are you struggling with?” He asked while going over your notes. Everything seemed pretty understandable to him.

“Quite literally everything.” You replied and handed him a pen to go over the material. Jungwon’s brows briefly raised at your response. Well, he would have to teach you more than he expected.

“Okay, let me see where you’re at.” Jungwon began. He flipped to another blank page in your notebook and proceeded to write away. You watched him confused. 

What was he planning to do?

In silence, he turned the notebook around and pulled out his phone in the process. 

“Take this and answer the ten equations there.” He said while handing you the pen. 

“What?”

“You have five minutes. Do as much as you can.” Jungwon looked up from his phone and gave you a fake smile while pressing the start button on his phone.

You narrowed your eyes at him and took your pen from his hold. He watched as you became focused upon seeing the questions that were plastered on the page. They all had to do with physics, obviously. Some of them were from previous units you had already learned which made things quite easier for you.

“There’s three minutes left.” Jungwon’s irritating voice said, piercing through the silent atmosphere around you two.

The timer meant nothing to you. The questions were easy, until they weren’t. 

Equations from the current unit you were learning began to appear at question seven and onwards. They were the sole reason why you unfortunately chose to ask Jungwon for help on physics.

None of it made sense to you.

Jungwon bit back his smile at the way your expression switched. You seemed confused and stressed out.

“A minute and thirty seconds left.” He said while glancing over at the timer on his phone. Now the timer began to mean something to you. Even if Jungwon said to ‘do as much as you can’ you still wanted to prove him wrong by doing everything.

However, it was impossible. Especially if you didn’t understand the concept that was taught in class for the past week or so. 

“Forty seconds.” 

“Shut up.” You replied while plugging numbers into your calculator, causing Jungwon to let out a chuckle.

Of course, he found this amusing. You were struggling and that was one of his favourite thoughts. Well, that was what you at least thought.

Jungwon, on the other hand, found this somewhat cute. It was weird and not like him at all.

“Five seconds.” Jungwon said, leaving you even more stressed.

“Stop it.”

“Four.” 

“Stop.”

“Three… Two…” He dragged out the numbers while waiting for the timer to ring.

“Time’s up!” He exclaimed while grabbing the pen out of your hold and bringing your notebook closer to him once more. You looked up in shock and immediately reached for the pen. In response, Jungwon leaned back with your pen while you leaned in closer. 

“Give it back, I didn’t get to finish.” You said, expecting a snobby remark from the boy, but instead, he was quiet.

Jungwon swallowed thickly. Your faces were quite close to each other, leaving him a flustered mess. His gaze travelled around your face. Your brows were furrowed and you looked annoyed. However, despite you being annoyed, your gaze was too intense for him to bear. 

His heart race quickened after being reminded of the dream he had. It was so loud to the point where he could hear it in his ears. 

What if you could hear it too? Would you have pointed it out? 

He refused to believe he liked you. Many times. Yet, with how he felt right now, there was no doubt about it.

Yang Jungwon, the boy who swore in ninth grade that he would hate you for the rest of his life, the boy who swore he would never ever give you a compliment, and the boy who had to help you with the yearbook club because you both couldn’t keep your mouths shut, had fallen in love with his ‘sworn enemy’.

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Hiiii okay I sent the migraine request to only remember you did a beautiful job on a similar request. Instead could you do an anxious reader and either JJ or rafe helps her cope, just pure fluff basically

rafe cameron x shy!reader | hurt & comfort | (anxiety, shy!reader, protective!rafe.)

hi baby! i was going to get to the migraine request and write something else so i might still do that! hope you enjoy!

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You and Rafe Cameron were an unlikely pair. He was confident, aggressive and strong-minded. What Rafe wanted he got, what he believed it became not an opinion but a fact. You were the opposite; a sweet, timid girl who’d prefer to spend her days hiding in the shadows than on the front line.

You’d heard of him, of course you had, everyone on the island knew the stories of Rafe Cameron and the terror he unleashed on the island. You weren’t afraid of him, but you were weary. There was a small chance he’d heard of you, the only people that knew your name were the ones that had gone to school with you.

The last place you wanted to spend your Saturday night was at Kelce’s rager. But, one of your few friends had a crush on him and she’d begged for you to tag along with her; she promised not to leave your side, that obviously didn’t go to plan since an hour later you were stood in the corner of the room looking around anxiously.

A body slammed into you, causing your cup of water to splash over your pretty dress. The boy laughed, not even an apology leaving his mouth as he moved to keep walking.

“Hey.” He stopped, not by choice but because a hand wrapped around his bicep and dragged him back towards where you stood. You looked up in surprise, Rafe Cameron stood there looking anything but impressed. “You hit into her.”

“What?” The boy looked up at him, then at you, his voice was slurred and eyes glazed over. He was clearly drunk, and the last thing you wanted was drama.

“It’s fine—” you tried to speak up, voice coming out shaky and small.

Rafe shook his head, you could see the way his hold tightened on the boys arm. “Nah, it’s not. You owe her an apology.”

“Dude, she just said it’s fine. Chill the fuck—” he started to argue. Wrong move. You watched with a gasp as Rafe shoved him into the nearest wall, a groan leaving his mouth.

“I don’t care what she said. No one ever taught you respect?” Rafe scoffed. “Apologise.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he exclaimed. Everyone had heard the stories about Rafe Cameron’s fights, and it was a known fact that he always came out with the least amount of injuries. You doubted that the drunk boy wanted a fight.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, eyes wide.

Rafe patted his shoulder harshly, letting go of him with a sarcastic smile. “Was that so hard?”

“N-no,” he stuttered out, before he disappeared into the crowd with a panicked look on his face.

You blinked up at Rafe, eyes darting between him and the nearest exit. Was he going to shout at you? You’re the one that caused all of this, if you weren’t in the way then he never would’ve shoved into you.

“Are you okay?” His tone was significantly different than moments prior, soft and worried as he stepped closer towards you.

“I’m fine,” you reassured softly. “Um, thankyou. You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, as if it was no big deal. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe he did that for every pretty girl he came across, but for you it was different. No one had ever stood up for you, let alone the most feared man on the island. You couldn’t help but feel privileged, even if you shouldn’t.

“Y’don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he pointed out, nodding to the way you were stood. Body tense, alone in the corner of the room.

“Um, I’m not,” you admitted, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride. Was ‘bout to leave anyway,” he stated. It wasn’t an offer, it was an order, and you were happy to take it.

He lead you outside, hand placed on the small of your back to keep you moving. He lead you to his car, opening the passenger door for you and closing it once you were seated.

“Shouldn’t let assholes get away with stuff like that,” he stated as he got into the car, starting up the engine.

“Oh, uh, it wasn’t a big deal,” you murmured, messing with the hem of your dress.

“You’re pretty shy, huh?” He questioned, looking over at you briefly. You shrugged your shoulders. It’s embarrassing, how socially anxious you are at your age. You can hardly order your own food at a restaurant, how are you expected to stand up for yourself against a drunk man? “That’s alright, sweetheart. Ain’t nothing to be worried about with me around.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t mind Rafe looking out for you.

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Uhm... Surprise!

Summary: You are Rosinante's secret wife, hidden away under Sengoku's protection. He shows up in the middle of you putting together a nursery, ruining your surprise.

Just a lil something sweet for Rosinante. I just finished Dressrosa, and this poor, dumb, gangly limbed man has stolen my heart. He's such a sweet one.

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You are in the middle of painting the walls a soft pink, the same color that Rosi likes to wear, when you hear the front door hit the wall and the sound of your husband's voice echoing through the house.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You curse quietly and carefully climb down the step ladder you're on. You are glad you decided to change into a baggy sweater and leggings before beginning to paint. It would hide your baby bumb. However, hiding the rest of the room would be the biggest problem.

You fast walk out of the nursery, shutting the door behind you, before you go to meet your husband. Rosinante lights up the second he sees you, a big smile crossing his lips as he opens his arms and sweeps them around you.

"There you are. I thought you were hiding from me."

You laugh with a shake of your head, "Nope. Was just cleaning up. Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you were going to he gone for another two months?"

Your husband beams at you, "My brother sent me away cause I "annoyed him. " Sengoku said that I could spend my first two weeks away with you."

Rosi immediately notices the strain around your lips and the tension that lines your brow. You are happy that he's home, of course you are, but you also had a surprise for him. One you wanted to be perfect.

"Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I can fix whatever I did."

Your heart hurts at the sound of his growing panic, and so you surge up and seal your lips to his just to shut him up. Your husband kisses you back without a thought, and you lose yourself a little in the kiss before you pull away, though you keep close, your hands cradling his blushing face.

"You didn't so anything wrong, baby," you assure him and lean up to kiss his nose, "I just.. I had a surprise for you, but it's not ready yet."

Corazon frowns, feeling guilty that he's ruined something that you've obviously worked so hard on. If he weren't holding you, the marine would dig for a cigarette. He's about to offer to leave, when you suddenly step back and take his hand.

"Come on, I may as well show you now."

Rosinante follows you through the house and to a back room, left unused since it was usually just you here. His breath gets caught in his throat when he sees what you've done to the room. Half of it has been painted his favorite pink, and there are two dressers, both half built, and there tucked in the corner, is a tiny bassinet.

His heart pouts loudly in his ears, and he can hardly hear you as you ramble by his side, telling him about being too excited to just work on one project at a time. He hears you apologize for the mess, but Rosinante is still too focused on the bassinet.

You bite your bottom lip, growing nervous when your husband doesn't say anything. You shuffle in place, one hand coming down to hold your stomach, "Rosi..?"

Cora whips around, and you can see that he is grinning, tears welling up in his eyes and sliding down his face as he falls to his knees in front of you. His hands hover around you like he's suddenly terrified to touch you, but you grab one of them and hold his palm to your growing belly.

"I'm gonna be a dad?"

You nod, your own eyes filling with tears at the elation and awe you hear coating his voice. You sniff loudly and raise your free hand to scrub at your eyes, a smile tugging your lips up.

"Uhm... Surprise."

Rosinante pulls you in for a kiss so full of love that you can't help but melt against him. It might not have gone how you wanted it, but this was just as good.

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HI BBY COULD U WRITE A grumpy!steddie x sunshine!reader , they are all moved in together & its nearing christmas SO reader is the one whos decorating , maybe the boys neglect to see how excited she is & they end up feeling really guilty cuz they just see her putting all of it away 🥹🥹

ty for requesting :D — the boys catch you taking down christmas decorations after not being supportive about your love for the holidays (ditzy!reader, hurt/comfort-ish, 1.3k)

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Eddie rouses in the early morning, weightless and unusually cold. The first thing he notices is that you’re not wrapped around him like a koala and snoring softly in his ear. How could he not? The lack of you has always been innately palpable.

With his eyes still closed, he reaches across the mattress in search of you. He figures Steve must’ve pulled you into him at some point during the night. The two of you are probably tangled together and hogging all the covers at this very moment.

“Ow,” Steve winces groggily when Eddie accidentally smacks him in the face.

The boy turns towards the voice and squints through the haze of leftover slumber. He squishes Steve’s scruffy cheeks together with a pale hand. “You’re not Sunshine,” Eddie observes gruffly, still playful despite being half-asleep.

Steve swats him away with his eyes still shut. “Obviously not.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” the honey-haired boy slurs, right before leaning forward to shove his face into your pillow. His next words are muffled and nearly inaudible. “Bathroom, maybe?”

Eddie goes to call for you. His chest inflates with a deep inhale, prepared to shout for you like a needy child. Something clatters distantly in the living room before he can. It’s so obviously you — clumsy, well-meaning you. The always doing things you shouldn’t be doing on your own because you’re too sweet to ask for help you.

Both of them know this, so they rise from their sleep without a word shared between them. They find you trying to steady yourself on a rickety step stool, halfway crouched on the highest level with sparkling tinsel in your hand.

The two boys catch your eye, one as equally sleepy as the other. 

Eddie’s hair has been extra fluffed by the cotton of his pillow. The wild curls halfway conceal his swollen features. He’s in one of Steve’s sweatshirts and a pair of thin boxers. Steve, meanwhile, is in a shirt so tight you’re almost sure it’s yours. The fabric has risen with sleep and his plaid pants hang low accordingly. The bottom of his tummy and the tip of his happy trail are on display for you. 

They’re effortlessly beautiful. Both of them. But their presence makes you grimace.

Your attempts to do all this quietly have obviously failed.

“Did I wake you?” you whisper, just in case.

“Yeah, you woke us— what the hell are you doing?” Steve wonders as he rushes to you, very suddenly alert. He helps you off the old, uneven ladder with hands that are impossibly warm, even over your shorts.

Eddie stands ahead of you and takes the tinsel from your hands.

“I was un-decorating,” you shrug.

“Un-decorating?” Eddie scoffs.

Steve squints at you, features swollen and lined with indentions of sleep, still not quite understanding. “Okay… Why?”

“’Cause you guys said you hated it.”

“Hated what?”

“All of it!” you retort, still a bit vaguely, and gesture all around you.

The living room looks a little like the North Pole puked all over it. There’s an intricately decorated Christmas tree in the corner, perfectly fluffed and packed to the brim with vividly-colored ornaments. String lights are draped over the ceiling, and you’ve hooked ornaments over them, too. Every doorway is lined with sparkling tinsel and lit-up stars and ribbons tied into bows.

It was beautiful. Well, you thought it was, anyway. No one else seemed to agree with you. 

You try not to let it hurt you too much, but the subtle ache in the pit of your chest is almost impossible to ignore.

“We didn’t say we hated it!” Steve insists with a wavering voice. “…Did we?”

Eddie makes a vague I don’t know type of sound. He leans his wild head to the side and shrugs once. “I’m pretty sure you did call it tacky, actually.”

“Well, you said it looked like a Hallmark movie threw up in here!” Steve argues without thinking twice.

The older boy squints his puffy, chocolate eyes. “Shut up, dude.”

“You shut up!”

“See, this is why I’m taking it down,” you laugh over their bickering. You smile despite your distant hurt. “You obviously hate it. Both of you.”

Steve sighs. He stops being annoyed with Eddie for a second to give you his full attention. He goes distinctly soft when he looks at you, structured and sleepy features visibly melting. His long fingers give your sides a squeeze.

“We don’t hate it, babe. I promise. We’re just not, like, as into it as you are.”

“And that’s okay! Right?” Eddie blurts from beside him. He crosses two arms over his chest and shrugs. “I mean, we don’t have to like all the same things as each other, you know? What’s important is that we all support each other…”

Steve glances over his shoulder and sends the boy an incredulous gape, half confused and half impressed. 

Eddie cowers beneath it. “…Or whatever. I don’t know. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Well, I feel super supported right now.” You laugh but it’s a little bit forced, weighed down by hidden emotion. You’re obviously still upset about the whole thing — even if you’re trying to pretend that you’re not.

“Shit, babe. I’m sorry,” Steve sighs and wraps you up in his arms. He presses you into his chest, palms spreading over your back and rubbing gently along the length of it. He buries his nose at the crown of your head — you smell like a mixture of your shampoo, his hairspray, and Eddie’s body wash.

You hold him back but shake your head at his affection. 

“No. It’s okay. It’s just Christmas decorations— it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid,” Steve insists before the words can properly leave your mouth. He pulls back from you, just far enough to hold your face between his palms. He smiles softly down at you, so quiet it’s barely there. His thumb swipes over the sleep lines pressed into your cheek. “You were really excited about it, and we were assholes. And we’re sorry��� Right, Eds?”

Eddie’s face scrunches from where he stands beside you. “Hey, I was preparing my own I’m sorry speech over here, Harrington.”

Steve’s hands drop from your face when you turn around to smile at the wild-haired boy. “Yeah? Let me hear it.”

Eddie brings you into his arms next. His hug is tighter than Steve’s, borderline smothering as his arms cross over your shoulders rather than your back. He hides his face in your hair when you tuck yourself into his chest.

“I love you,” he starts, muffled from where he’s pressed against you. The end of each sentence is followed by a soft kiss to your head. “And it’s not stupid. And we’re sorry for being assholes.”

Your laugh is stifled by his t-shirt. He smells like smoke and Steve’s body wash and your perfume.

“That’s exactly what I said,” Steve whines, his pout evident in his voice.

“Yeah, but I said ‘I love you,’” Eddie argues like a child. “So I win.”

“Well, guess what— I love you too, babe.”

You laugh again. It’s more audible this time when you pull away and turn to Steve, grinning all stupid as you grab his arm to drag him over. “I forgive both of you, so you both win,” you assure when the honey-haired boy towers over your back to join your embrace. With both of them holding you like this, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so safe.

“Ha!” you hear Steve scoff, followed by a smacking kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

The wild-haired boy rolls his eyes and pulls slightly back to look at you. “Want us to help you hang all this stuff back up?” he wonders, then cuts himself off. “Actually. Nope. We’re gonna help you hang all this stuff back up. Whether you like it or not, Sunshine.”

He’s always called you that. He said it was because of your smile, but when you beam up at him, he realizes he might’ve gotten it all wrong. You’re brighter than the sun — than a thousand suns — and if he had to choose between sunlight and the way you’re looking at him right now, he’d choose you in every lifetime.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Bridal Visions: Photoshoot #7 - Snezhnaya Bridal - Years to Come

Summary: Modeling bridal clothes with Childe was bound to be an experience ripe with flirtatious teasing. There was simply no way he’d be able to help himself and you knew that. What wasn’t quite as expected was the innate softness that seemed to bleed into your interactions though. It was almost enough to make you question if it was really just because of the clothes you were wearing.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ series/ sfw/ fluff/

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Word Count: 1265

I stood next to Childe with my arms crossed and my head tilted to one side as we watched the photographer and the designer of the wedding clothes we were modeling set up a myriad of props for our photoshoot.

Childe idly plucked at the veil that hung from my head, causing me to glance his way with slightly raised eyebrows as he adjusted it before frowning at my lace-coated arms in an almost judgmental fashion before he chuckled slightly, “You could never wear that Snezhnaya. You’d freeze to death.”

I shook my head, smiling amusedly at the ginger as I gestured slightly with one hand, “That’s why the wedding would have to be indoors.”

He snorted, an amused grin flickering across his face as he looked back towards the two women preparing the room.

I tilted my head as I looked at him, half-humming to myself thoughtfully. But true to form, Childe actually looked really good in his suit, though wearing a darker red shirt with a brown tie, white vest, and tan suit jacket did seem rather daring to me. 

But then, he hadn’t actually been the one to pick out his clothes. The designer, Chiori, had.

And even if he had complaints about the wedding gown I was wearing, I couldn’t say that I did.

It was true that the lacy sleeves might not hold in any warmth, but that didn’t make the dress any less attractive. And there was something exciting about wearing a wedding gown. 

Though imagining myself in a wedding dress with Childe by my side was never something I’d braved before. After all, he was a Fatui harbinger with at least three names already under his belt. I wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready to add “honey” or “dear” to that list.

“Okay, come here, Y/n.” I blinked at the sound of my name before I hurriedly trotted over to where Chiori stood, grasping at the long, fitted skirt as I went.

I hardly knew the designer at all, but I already had the impression that she wasn’t someone to be messed with. Even if she’d designed an entire line of exquisite bridal clothes for the nations all across Teyvat.

The inspiration she’d taken from Snezhnaya was embroidery. The bottom of my otherwise flawlessly white gown was perfectly coated with red embroidery that matched Childe’s shirt. And though the embroidery might not cover the entire dress and instead faded out into pure white that was covered in delicate lace around the bodice of the dress, it was undeniably Snezhnayan in style.

That, paired with the kokoshnik tiara that held my veil in place, made the dress obviously Snezhnayan.

I came to stop next to the woman, and she gestured lightly to the wooden bench, “Alright, sit here, please.”

As I sat, she adjusted my skirt and veil until she finally stepped back to look at me before a smug smile crept onto her face for the briefest of seconds, and she nodded approvingly.

And then she turned to Childe, her smile dropping and her tone turning once more authoritative, and she beckoned him over with a slight wiggle of her fingers, “Now you.”

And when I glanced his way with a slight smile and bounce of my shoulders, I found myself blinking in surprise.

But he was just standing there smiling at me. Not with amusement or like he was about to say something to me in a characteristic teasingly flirtatious manner.

Rather, he was smiling with a distinct fondness that had me faltering before he broke eye contact and walked over. Nodding towards Chiori as she began to give him his instructions, “I want you to kneel here in front of her.”

He knelt obediently, and she immediately shook her head, “No. No. Not like that. You’ve already proposed, and now you’re fixing to get married. Put both of your knees on the ground.”

I blinked, almost snickering as his eyes widened in surprise before he did as he was told. Looking almost sheepish as he rested his hands on his knees and looked back up at her.

And I mirrored his motions, looking up at her as I awaited her next instructions. But for a moment she just looked at the two of us. A slight frown on her face as she glanced between us with a thoughtful expression before nodding.

“You. Cross your arms and rest them on her knees. Lean towards her a bit too,” Chiori pointed as she spoke, and Childe did as he was ordered. Causing me to glance down at him even as she started to instruct me.

“Alright, you rest one hand on his arm and the other….” She trailed off, frowning slightly as she tilted her head.

“What about resting it on my shoulder?” Childe helpfully chimed in, glancing between the two of us as I did as he said before glancing her way questioningly until she slowly nodded.

“That looks good. Now hold that position and make sure to smile at each other. Remember. You’re happy and in love,” We nodded simultaneously at her even though she’d already turned and was headed back to where the photographer stood. Already set up and ready to take our picture.

And then I looked down at Childe only to find him grinning at me in a way that promised he was about to say something. And he didn’t disappoint, “So we’re in love now?”

I almost snorted at him, an amused smile slipping onto my face, “You don’t really look it though. You look more smug than anything else.”

“Hey, it’s not every day I get told that my bride is in love with me,” His smile was wide now, and I laughed lightly.

I wasn’t quite able to keep the sarcasm out of my voice as I held his gaze, “I would hope that your bride being in love with you would go without saying.”

He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head so his eyes could stay on mine as he teased, “You can’t blame a guy for wanting some reassurance, though.”

It was odd, but I felt my smile soften as I looked at him. And a small part of me wondered if this was what he would look like on his wedding day. I had no doubt that he would be flirtatiously teasing no matter what.

My fingers spread lightly where they rested easily on his shoulder, as comfortable as could be, and I nodded slightly. My voice coming out surprisingly softly even as I continued to smile fondly at him, “No. I don’t suppose I can.”

A flash went off as he smiled back at me, his own expression having shifted to something sweeter than teasing but that was still undeniably Childe. Enough so that it had my smile widening even after the flash disappeared and Chiori had called that everything looked good.

And it was Childe that had to break eye contact as he stood, nodding at the designer and affirming that we were happy to help.

Especially since we were getting paid.

I almost snorted at his jest, and then he turned. Looking down at me with a wide smile as he held out his hand and helped me up. Even though it was hardly difficult to stand from the bench I’d been sitting on.

I felt my fingers tangle into his, as naturally as breathing, and, for a brief moment, I actually had to remind myself that this really was just a photo shoot.

One that I would remember fondly for years to come.

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Okay, buckle up, friends and neighbours, because it's time for:

THE DOOPLISS DISSERTATION

(Obviously, you should take all of this with a HUGE chunk of salt, since I'm not only an internet-poisoned fandom blogger, but also a former English major with a penchant for over-reading.

Still, I spent a long time writing this, so I'd appreciate it if you gave it a read.)

So before we talk about Doopliss himself, I feel like we should talk about Creepy Steeple, since a lot of the topics I'm going to be touching on relate to the actual building.

Neither the original Gamecube version nor the Switch remake really bothers to explain what Creepy Steeple actually is.

None of Goombella's tattles say anything about the building's intended purpose. The name vaguely implies that it's a church of some kind -- in Japanese, it's called Odoron Jiin, or "Astonishing Temple" -- but that's still not very helpful.

Still, for the purposes of this analysis, I'm going to assume that it's meant to be a church.

This brings me to the Steeple's stained glass window, which shows a scary-looking Doopliss standing over some piranha plants.

From a design standpoint, I'm guessing that this detail was added to give the location a spooky vibe, but from an in-universe perspective, the implications are wild.

Like, who designed this? How long ago? And why? What the heck is it supposed to represent?

Unsurprisingly, the game offers no real answers, but I have a couple of theories.

The first is that the people of Twilight Town (or their ancestors, or something) created the window in Doopliss's honor.

Stained glass windows often depict saints or angels, so maybe the Twilighters used to worship him? Like, maybe Creepy Steeple was once dedicated to him and then, for whatever reason, the worshippers decided to leave?

It's not super likely, but I didn't want to rule out any possibilities. This is a weird freaking temple. Literally anything is possible, as far as I'm concerned.

My second theory is that Doopliss designed the window himself. He seems like a guy with a lot of spare time, so it's not too much of a stretch to say that he came up with the idea and then spent weeks building it by hand.

He could have also bullied the Boos into constructing it for him. I dunno. I just have this mental image of him pulling pranks on them and generally being a nuisance until they caved.

The bottom line is someone wanted to Doopliss's face to be front and center. And if that someone is Doopliss himself, then hoo boy, there is a lot to unpack here.

Maybe I'm projecting, but it feels like Doopliss is wrestling with some major self-esteem issues.

Despite being an incredibly powerful shapeshifter who somehow cursed an entire town, he seems very childish. He spends all his time watching TV and coming up with new jokes. He throws tantrums when he loses. He wears a party hat, of all things.

Based on that, I'd say that he's probably starved for attention. He's probably pretty lonely living in Creepy Steeple all by himself (doubly so if my theory about the Twilighters is correct).

I'd even go so far as to say that his scheme to turn the Twilighters into pigs is motivated by this need for attention. I mean, what better way to get people to notice you than to cause a town-wide panic?

I feel like the disguises he uses over the course of the main story also support this theory.

Though Mario, Zip Toad and Professor Frankly are quite different from one another, they all have one important thing in common: they're famous. Mario's a world-renowned adventurer, Zip Toad is a well-known actor and Frankly is a tenured professor whose students love him.

Doopliss even alludes to this after stealing Mario's body, telling him, "You're so popular around here! I just love being you!"

By transforming into beloved figures, Doopliss can get the attention he craves.

I also think that this is why he joined the Shadow Sirens. Sure, Beldam abuses him almost as badly as she abused Vivian, but at least she notices him. That's better than nothing.

The most conclusive piece of textual evidence is found in the epilogue. In her letter to Mario, Goombella explains that Doopliss has joined Flurrie on-stage in her production of "Paper Mario".

Obviously his shapeshifting abilities make the play a lot more realistic, but why would he bother participating in it at all? This guy was a villain for most of the game. Why would he suddenly decide to join up with one of his enemies?

Because, as far as I can tell, he's not a villain. Just a guy who's sick of being ignored.

I dunno. Doopliss's motivations have never been super clear, but I feel like there's more to him than meets the eye.

If you have any thoughts or ideas of your own, feel free to comment. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

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๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 【Prologue - Ch.5 -7】❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The two walked down the pathway as [Name] seemed to notice how the pathway stone turned into dirt and gravel along with some stones along the path that seemed to start having cracks. dents and part chipped off as the girl glanced to Crowley who was humming happily twirling his staff in his hand before stopping and tapping it against the floor as Crowley beamed towards the girl.

"Here we are" Crowley grinned gesturing a gloved hand towards something on top of a hill as her eyes squinting as she tried to make out the outline of the dorm in the darkness of the night. The dim lanterns seated upon stone columns lining the path did little to show the surroundings.

The sound of creaking was heard causing the girl to tense up for a moment as Crowley paused when he noticed [Name] awkwardly tense up "Well... It has some charm" she said biting her lip as Crowley nodded his head with a smile spreading across his face. "Right, right. I knew you'd agree! Now come on" he said waving a hand for her to follow him once more.

Heading over to a broken and rusted fence. The headmaster placed a gloved hand upon the rusty iron gate before quickly drawing it back a small noise of distaste came from him wiping the small grime on his gloved hand into his pants and using his cane to open the gate.

It let out an ear-splitting metallic screech it's hinges scraping over the other as [Name] winced at the noise "For Ogre's Sake that sounds even worse then duchess swan when she sings.."  Crowley didn't seem too affected by the noise though, probably used to things as loud as that.  Crowley glanced over to [Name] "Duchess Swan..? is she perchance a duchess you know?" "Oh no uhm she's a girl from my school she's the next swan queen in her fairytale" "So you have connections with...Royals?" "You could say that but from where I'm from there are Royals and Rebels. It's a whole thing" Crowley's lips quirked up "Oh? How interesting" his gloved hand reached to tap against his chin before he spoke "A child of seven... and a school filled with Royals and Rebels.." 

Crowley grinned once more as he tapped the bottom of his cane on the ground a few times. Clearing his throat he stepped onto the uneven path that lay beyond "Please, come inside." He suggested, beginning to walk down the path towards the dorm. [Name] stared puzzled at Crowley and his mutterings her hand awkwardly fiddling with the robe she was still wearing lifting it up as her boots hit the pavement following behind Crowley.

Squinting [Name] tried to make out the damage in the darkness before glancing back at Crowley who was in front of the wooden doors opening them with his cane smiling ushering her inside as [Name] peeked through the doors of her new found home where she would have to stay for the next couple of days.

She couldn't help but grimace at the holes in the roofing and chunks missing from the walls, windows boarded up whether there was cracked glass or none at all. One of the stone columns that supported the porch covering had crumbled the walls peeling as She entered first followed by Crowley who was smiling.

"It is a little run down, but I believe it will provide shelter from the wind and rain." Crowley commented, stepping to the side as he continued further into the main room as [Name] glanced at the male as she sighed smiling softly still looking around lifting up her foot when a bug crawled on the floor "It's more than enough, thank you." [Name] gagged at seeing the amounts of cobwebs but she could clean it up easily "Are you sure you don't mind letting me stay in such a... Nice house?" "Not at all." Crowley answered giving the girl with highlights a smile rings glinting slightly.

There were picture frames that' was tilted against the wall. There were holes in the wooden flooring the wallpaper obviously peeling but also shredded. There were big plush seats, but their fabric was all scratched up the stuffing spilling out of holes. The stairs that were suppose to head upstairs was molded and some planks broken cobwebs on the railing.

It was kinda easy to see all the cobwebs that decorated everything and the dust that flew up in the air with every step. "Regarding your soul having been summoned here...since the school owns the mirror of darkness we at the college are partly to blame for the mishap." 

"So, for the time being..." Crowley turned his gaze to the ground "...We will provide these lodgings free of charge..." Crowley's hands twitched as if he was gonna do another dramatic monologue about the money being wasted on her for the next few days.

Crowley glanced back up at the girl hands moving to his hips "I'm going back to do more research and gather things. Make yourself at home." "Thank you..." [Name] smiled before pausing when hearing the sound of rattling her eyes snapping up to the chandelier above the two.  [Name] quickly moved out of the way standing beside Crowley as a loud snap was heard the chandelier crashing down as the metal and glass chandelier hit the floor her eyes widening "The chandelier broke... it's okay don't panic..." a laugh echoed within the walls of the building she was standing in Crowley un-phased as the laughing continued "Heeheee what a shame! It missed" [Name] couldn't help but stare in shock as her robe was tugged on  the girl flinching as she blinked before sighing "Okay let's panic" she muttered at the thought of ghosts. Something soon floated through her body causing her to shiver eyes widening staring down to see a fluffy marshmallow of a body going through her body a plump ghost grinned up to her tipping its top hat as it had a cloak wrapped around it's neck and over it's shoulder. The ghost floating around her "Welcome to our castle" [Name] paused before touching her body "Did you just phase through me?" her e/c eyes widening. "That's what ghosts do" Crowley said un-phased as [Name] deadpanned at him as Crowley smiled "Oh yes I forgot to tell you" "You think?" Crowley waved off her comment "Some mischievous ghosts decided to stay here that is why the place in abandoned" Soon the plump ghost floated above joining two other ghosts the three of them floating in a circle like vultures eyeing it's prey. "It's been awhile since we had visitors" "Make yourselves at home" another ghost said the three of them grinning at the h/c girl with purple highlights who were staring at them. Crowley glanced to the girl trying to pick up on her reaction on the ghosts that soon appeared in front of her face grinning. The large ghost grinned "Oh... It's been awhile since we had new friends" Then ghost on it's right grinned eyes widening leaning closer "OH I know! Wanna try to becoming a ghost?" a laugh came from them their eyes unsettlingly shrinking "The after life's a real blast. There's no death. No suffering" The air was tense around them before a laugh came from the girls lips causing the ghosts eyes to widen "pfft- I'm sorry I'm sorry but this really is such a page turner. I think you'd get along with the other monsters in Ever after high they all try to play into their role as well" The Ghosts blinked at her as if she was some sort of specimen.  She smiled hand leaving from covering her smile as she stared at them "So this place has ghosts too? I'm also going to have to become a ghost, but I hope we can get along as some sort of roommates for my stay?" Silence filled the trio but the ghosts blinked before nodding awkwardly "Uhm sure... No sweat" the three ghosts turned to each other whispering in hushed tones "She's not scared?" "And I thought we were finally gonna have some fun... but you know there's this thing around her" "Yeah I can feel it too.. haven't felt that type of energy in years" the ghosts continued to whisper to one another as Crowley placed a hand onto the girls shoulder.

"As I'd expect from someone with your status ahem.. The other students are far to scared to approach this place"  [name] blinked at him nodding "Well I can start cleaning" she smiled rolling up the sleeves of her robe before pausing when it rolled back down as she sighed planning on taking it off and putting it to the side so she can use her magic properly.

Crowley spoke interrupting her thoughts "I'm not done talking yet" Crowley raised a finger pointing at the girl smiling "I said that I would let you live here free of charge, but that doesn't mean I can't simply let you mooch of me until you get back to your world. Food and clothing will have to come out of your own pocket" [Name] side eyed Crowley "Payment...?" [Name] side eyed Crowley "Uhm sure" she muttered her hand going into her pockets in her skirt taking out a small wallet that had an engraving on it. A raven bird embroided onto it a poisoned apple in it's mouth. 

Crowley's attention took notice of not only the shining gold coin but the wallet and the embroidery "How many gold charms do you need?" the raven masked male quickly snapped his attention to the girl opening his hand out as she placed a gold coin awkwardly so he could see it "Why I've never seen such currency" his fingers playing with the coin checking the sides of it. one side having a crown the other having a golden heart with wings. 

His focus turned to the girl who closed her wallet putting it back inside her pockets staring at Crowley who sighed putting the coin inside a pocket of his vest sighing "I'm afraid I can't accept this as payment. If ONLY there was something else you could offer me." A smile reached Crowley's face "You would be useful to be apart of a maintenance team right-" "I'll teach the history of my world, give examples and I can teach and learn the differences the magic here compared to ever after high in return the best I can" Crowley froze "Huh?" "I cannot do maintenance well enough but I can exchange it with my knowledge of my world for you" Crowley blinked pursing his lips and looked down to the floor thinking as [Name] tensed.

Crowley glanced back over to the girl with a slight golden glare before beaming "Why of course! such a great idea!" he clapped his gloved hands together "If so I would also allow you to use the library to gather information about how to get back to your world! For I am so gracious" [Name] sighed in relief "Though I do want one thing in return first! after that I will take you up on your offer about learning about your world! If it interests me more though I would love you to teach our professors to see if we can be able to try some things with your help... if you also exceed past the year level of a first year my... I'd love to see how helpful it will be." For a moment [Name] could feel a shift in Crowley's voice for a moment. Crowley grinned once more "How kind am I to offer and accept such things from you!" Crowley grinned as [Name] sighed in relief unaware of how his eyes squinted at her the gold in his eyes glinting. "Well then for my quick little favor before we start the official deal I'd like you to help clean up just for a moment, since our school is so vast it would take so long to do I'll just ask to you to clean main street, which extends from the entrance gate to the library for now" [Name] blinked nodding slowly "By the way I still haven't gotten your full name" [Name] blinked before smiling awkwardly at the thought of giving her name and his reaction. If her mother may have existed in this world does that mean do they know who she was? would she have to re-build her status again? was she still feared? [Name] smiled "[Name] Raven Queen..." Crowley nodded his head "Very well then Ms. Queen from tomorrow on you will be known as the exchange student and assistant professor in what was it called? ah yes Ever after high now if you excuse me I'll be off!" He beamed as Crowley  proceeded to start walking away before stopping and speaking over his shoulder "Don't go wandering around the school! Goodbye!" And with that he left the girl in the ramshackle dorm.

[Name] looked around sighing as she took off the robe and placed it on a box a flurry of dust flew up in the corner, only to slowly fall back down. Her hand reached up to her head when feeling something wet hit her forehead her eyebrows knitting with confusion hand coming to wipe the droplet off her forehead. Barley having time to open her mouth to speak a flurry of patters hit the roof along with the open spaces of it the liquid began to trickle onto the area creating a small puddle [Name] quickly going under a small area that was covered by wood as she sighed rolling up her sleeves raising her hands a purple glowing coming out of it. She cleared her throat before speaking ""From crack and chip, and fractured line, A magic touch, to intertwine." her hands twitched as a waft of purple mist wrapped around some planks her eyes glowing a slight bright purple colour "Like threads of silk, so strong and true, The broken pieces bond-" moving her hands as some planks from the floor on the side went to cover the hole on the roof before she flinched at a noise that echoed throughout the room "Hyiii! It's really coming down!" A familiar voice echoed. A small grey figure pushed out the front half of its body from stretching out in to relax his muscles after being curled up in a tight position.

"Being a pillow is much harder than it seems." He mumbled pushing out his backside as he kneaded the torn seating in the plush seat beside the window. [Names] jaw dropped as she stopped casting her spell the purple fading as Grim leaned back doing a strange backwards stretch while his tail stuck out before hopping off the couch seeing the girls face of shock "Gyahaha! You've got this stupid look on your face like a spider being attacked by a water gun!"

"I'll have no trouble sneaking back into school." Grim grinned entirely sure of himself as he began to march past her as [Name] blinked before speaking "Hold on a moment" her hand grabbing the back of Grim's neck the cat freezing his paws were off the ground once more, Grim batted at the girls hand with his front paws "LET ME GOOOO" Grim flailed around "If you think getting thrown out is gonna make me give up on getting in you've got another thing coming!" He states, tail lashing about below him.

[Name[ stared at the cat raising a brow staring at him "Why do you want to get into this school so badly?" She questioned "That's simple!" Grim stated tilting his face up as he looked down his nose at her once more, despite being at a lower level. "I'm a genius who is destined to be a great magician!" her e/c eyes filled with slight sincerity  "I've been waiting for the Ebony Carriage to come pick me up. But...but..." Grim's words trailed off as his ears flattened against his head once more.

"Hmph!" Grim quietly huffed blue eyes becoming lidded as he gave her an unimpressed look almost as if he was disappointed in her "The Dark Mirror just doesn't have an eye for this." He stated gesturing at himself with a paw "So, that's why I came here myself." Grim continued smirking as he crossed his paws over his chest.

A small noise came from the girl Grim not hearing the noise she made "Not letting me in would be a loss for the world. Humans just don't get it." He finished. A sigh came from [Name] "Your really passionate about this" Grim crosses his paws as [Name] sighed before feeling some droplets of water hit her as she paused "oh right" "Nyaa! So Colddd!" Grim complained as he hurriedly shook his body trying to get all the water off his fur. He held his breath for a moment, making the blue flames in his ears flare back to their normal intensity, relighting them with whatever from the small flicker they'd been turned into.

"The roof is leakingggg!" Grim whined looking up at the roof before shaking his head as another droplet fell on his nose "Fgyaaa! It keeps comingggg!" Grim cried hiding in a covered area "My adorable ear flames are gonna go out at this rate!!" He complained.

"Magic should fix this up real quick." Grim whined "Well-" "....Wha, you can't use magic? Pfft! You're useless!" Grim cried out mockingly "Actually I can but you interrupted me with your whining and maybe you should be scolded" she stated picking grim back up once more from the back of his neck hovering him over the water slightly as Grim let out a cry of shock squirming in her hold before hurriedly covering his ears with his paws trying to keep the flames from going out.

"It's colddd! Human stoppp!" He whined desperately trying to keep his ear flames from going out, while also trying to get out of her hold to escape the chilling water. She hummed before placing him back down "You shouldn't judge anybody magic or not" she stated pulling Grim away from the water as the monster wiggled around before being placed down back on the floor "Now will, you let me patch some things up? You have to help too" Grim was about to fuss  before flinching at the slight glare shot his way that cat grumbling "you better ave a can of tuna ready" a small laugh came from [Name] "Fine" She looked back to the broken part of the roof as she raised her hands once more as Grim went to scramble and find some cleaning supplies.

[Name] once more raised her hands staring at the broken parts of the roof her hands twitching as a large purple mist wrapped around her fingers glowing slightly "From crack and chip, and fractured line,A magic touch, to intertwine. Like threads of silk, so strong and true, The broken pieces, bond anew!" Agust of purple once more wrapped around the planks that soon curled around the roof the large hole now fixed instead of planks that were covering it. It was changed into bricks that helped block the hole of the roof. A sigh came from [name] her hand twitching for a moment as she reached into her pocket taking out her phone tapping on it's blank screen to see it glowing as her thumb glided through to see if she got any notifications yet was met by nothing the glowing screen reached her face as she sighed shutting it off once more a silence wafted around her in the hallways for a moment eyes focusing on the blank screen of the phone before her attention drifted of to the hallway hearing Grim complaining as a small chuckle came from [Name] as she started to head over to where Grim was unaware of a covered mirror in a room upstairs shining for a moment a woman's figure standing.

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Dictionary !!

Features!!Physical AppearancesS/C: Skin ColourH/C: Hair ColourH/L: Hair LengthE/C: Eye Colour

Other!!Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

None for now!!

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/QuotesEver after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

For Ogres sake: A phrase that just means for Goodness/Pete's Sake Page turner: A phrase that also means mind blowing or shocking! a common phrase used in E.A.H along with being used in other ways of something being interesting Duchess Swan: Duchess Swan the next Swan Queen, and a student at Ever After High. In the destiny conflict, Duchess is on the Royal side, even though she doesn’t get a Happily Ever After. Because of her destiny.  Ever after high: Fairytales have existed for thousands of years, inspiring imaginations around the world. Certain stories were so spellbinding, they were passed down to new generations. But there was nowhere to teach the teenage sons and daughters of famous fairytales to follow in their parents' fabled footsteps. That is until 1812, when the Grimm brothers opened the doors to Ever After High – a high school where the next generation of fairytales learned to live their legacy. Class schedules specific for each fairytale were handed out – from Princessology for royal legacies to General Villainy for villain legacies. Headmaster Milton Grimm, who currently runs Ever After High, believes the future of fairytales relies on all students fully embracing their prewritten destiny today to become a legend of tomorrow. Royals: The Royals of Ever After High are the future fairytale characters who stand for adherence to tradition and piety to destiny. Not too surprisingly, most of them have a pleasant future laid out for them. Nearly all of them are royalty and most have a Happily Ever After ahead. The Royals oppose the Rebels, who seek to break open the system and inject choice, regardless of the consequences this may have for those who do want their destiny and are dependent on others adhering to theirs to get it. Some of the Royals hold a grudge against the Rebels, after they didn't willingly sign during Legacy Day.On the other hand; some Royals feel like disowning their destinies, facing huge and serious debts, problems, issues with their stories like Briar Beauty and Ashlynn Ella. Rebels: The Rebels of Ever After High are the future fairytale characters who believe the people of their world should be free to choose their own paths in life. The Rebel crowd consists of both people with a future that doesn't fit their identity, people who don't agree with role predetermination, and clearly people who have destinies that would make them criminals and get some of them such as Ramona killed if they went through with it. The Rebels oppose the Royals, who want their destinies to take their courses undisturbed, regardless of the cost others have to pay for it.

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I don't know if you wrote bucky barnes but could you write a smut where Bucky gets a little feral when he bought his girlfriend reader a pantie with a small bullet vibrator stuck inside. He even the download app to control the vibration of the bullet. One day, reader was wearing it and bucky couldn't help to use his app.

No cause the moment he spots that familiar flash of color beneath your dress, he'd go absolutely feral.

Warnings: 18+, Bucky the menace, public masturbation/sex, light degradation, vibrating panties!!!

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You had no clue the power you had given Bucky today. In your mind, you were just wearing the cute matching set that he got you as a birthday present. You hadn't even noticed the way he lingered closer than usual, grabbing your ass and pulling your head back to kiss you abruptly. Ignorant to the way people were flashing you dirty looks.

Squealing, you push him away. "People can see us!" You scold.

But obviously, he doesn't care, the only thing going through his mind is finally testing out your his gift.

"Then let 'em look, baby." He slaps your ass, the sound making a poor lady frantically leave the aisle.

"Bucky!" You hiss.

He crosses his arms, a stupid smirk resting on his face. "Yes, pretty baby?"

Shaking your head you grab your man's hand, dragging him and your near-empty cart to another aisle. (You weren't getting too much shopping done with the way he's been hanging off of you)

Bucky happily trails behind you. "Where to now?" He questions, voice airy with questionable innocence.

"We need new plates," you murmur.

"What happened t– "

You shoot him a "you know damn well" glance and quickly he breaks out into a grin.

Bucky had come home from a two-week mission and found you washing dishes in the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt. He was throbbing the whole plane ride back just thinking about slipping between your pretty thighs. And instead of greeting you like a normal person, announcing his presence- he ran and tackled you. The dishes flew out of your hands and crashed onto the floor. He scooped you up before the glass could touch your body, ignoring your angry remarks and carrying you up the steps so he could spend the rest of the night buried deep inside of you. 

"How could I forget about that," he hums. "We should do that again."

You pay him no mind, instead choosing to focus on the hundreds of plates and fine china lining the shelves. Carefully you pick up a set with floral indentations on the rim, holding it up for Bucky to see.

"Yes or no?"

"Mm, it's alright." Bucky shrugs.

Truthfully, he had no clue what you held up. His face was buried in his phone trying to set up the app for your lovely attire. He had complete control over the intensity alongside 4 other settings. The instructions were vague but he could put two and two together quite well.

"Oh! These are cute, look at– hm."  Your hands fly to your mouth, the dull vibration only lasting a few seconds.

Bucky cocks his head. "Everything alright?"

"Yea...yea m'fine. Just felt a little– fuck." This time the sensation was stronger and quickly you reach for Bucky. He wraps you in his arms as you tremble, shushing you quietly.

"I think somethings wrong," you whisper hurriedly. "I feel, I feel..." you clench your eyes shut as your legs begin to shake. Your nails dig into your skin, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you fight the urge to moan.

"You feel what, baby? Let it out."

Bucky caresses you against his chest, stroking your neck to calm you down. "I can help you, just tell me what's wrong. I've got you, pretty baby."

Behind your neck, his fingers up the intensity before quickly lowering it. You yelp in response, clutching onto him desperately. "I need to leave, Buck. Something’s wrong. I can't...I need you."

You finally look up at him and instead of facing a look of concern, his eyes are dark with uncontrollable need. An accomplished smile rested on his face. "You need me? In what way, baby? Use your words."

"What'd you do, Buck? I can see that stupid grin on– HMNGG. Shit. Fuck."

He swipes his thumb up and down repeatedly, the quick vibrations forcing you to bury your face in his upper body.

"Do you need it to stop, Princess? I can make it go away."

"So it- it is you! Bucky you barely know how to work an iPad how the hell did you- fuck."

You're on the brink of tears, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You can feel your wetness sticking to your skin, drenching your underwear, and making its way down your thighs. You're struggling to stand up straight, but Bucky holds you firmly.

"Shh, just look at me, pretty baby. Watch me." He waits until you're fully focused on him to continue. "Is this alright? If you don't like it we can stop." He tilts your chin up, kissing your nose to remind you that you’re in complete control.

You shake your head, encouraging him to keep going. "I'm okay just...need you." Your lips part as he wavers his finger to the highest setting. The buzz of the vibrator is drowned out by your muffled groans.

"Uh, uh. Don't look away from me. Keep your eyes on me, Princess. Can you do that for me? Wanna watch you make a mess in those pretty panties."

You're desperate for friction and find it against Bucky's leg. He props it out for you, watching as you grind yourself against him. "Want your cock, need you inside of me. Please." You no longer cared who heard, who saw. All you wanted was for Bucky to slip his size beneath your sundress, pressing you against the shelves and stuffing himself inside of your pussy. Whining as he spoke down to you, mocking you for having such a little cunt, a toy thing just for him. 

"You need my cock baby? Want me to fuck you for everyone to see. Gonna stuff me in your little hole, show everybody how well you take me. Bet they'd wonder how such a little thing can fit her daddy's cock inside of her. All stuffed and full, walls stretched and leaking with my cum."

He shoves his knee into your aching cunt, helping you get off. "C'mon, baby. Cum for daddy, wanna see those eyes roll back. That's it, there you go. So close.”

You don't even bother holding back your shouts, whimpering Bucky's name as you gush and squirt through your clothing. He never looks away from you, admiring how beautiful you look unfolding under his control.

Neither of you moves until a small voice clears their throat. "Uhm...I'll just check the next aisle." The scarred woman disappears and you break out into laughter, which quickly turns into a sob as Bucky switches settings.

"Bucky!" You shout.

He fumbles with his phone, a genuinely apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry! Accident!"

[crxlrei-888]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE HAREM

PART TWO

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PART ONE : https://www.tumblr.com/crxlrei-888/773746879716589568/love-and-deep-space-harem?source=share

ᯓᡣ𐭩 lnds x reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nsfw/18+

ᯓᡣ𐭩 violence

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"You've got to be kidding me, Gideon!"

Caleb exclaimed into his phone, his voice echoing through the quiet living room. His eyes darted towards the gift box you held in you lap, your fingers lingering over the silky bow that had come undone. "You bought a VIBRATOR for your girlfriend!? Thats what you had me waiting for at the mall!?"

"Oh shutup!" Gideon's voice rang on the other end, " now I don't have a gift for (GF/N)!" "You call a VIBRATOR A F*CKING GIFT!?" "LIKE I SAID CALEB, MAN! SHUT UP!" "Now my poor pipsqueak is scarred for life! No thanks to you!" "You're both damn adults -" "(Y/N) has it in her hand! Do I seem happy about that!?" "I mean, shouldn't you be?"

Caleb pauses a little, his voice hitching a bit causing your heart skipping a beat at his reaction. He turns around in case you were listening in on the convo but you acted like you were in shock at the vibrator.

He rolled his eyes, trying to keep the irritation from seeping into his voice. The line crackled with his friend's laughter on the other end.

You looked up at him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.

You had been daydreaming about the naughty possibilities of the mysterious gift in your hands. The vibrator you had just found was definitely not what you had been expecting. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure.

Caleb ended the call abruptly, his grip on the phone tightening. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. How could Gideon be so careless? He turned to you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and annoyance in his tone but hidden with a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry about that," he began, extending his hand for the vibrator. "It's obviously not for you. It was supposed to be a joke for Gideon's girlfriend."

"A joke?"

Caleb grimaced at the question as he looked in your innocent eyes.

With a tremble in your hand, you handed the vibrator back to Caleb. The cool, smooth plastic felt foreign between your fingers, and you couldn't help but imagine the sensations it could have provide.

Imagine... Caleb's eyes locking onto yours and using the vibrator on you...

The buzz of it would fill the room, an erotic scene unfolding between you two. And when he would bring it to your clit, the vibrations wouldve sent shockwaves through your body. You would've gasped, your back arching as the sensation hit you like a bolt of lightning. He'd watched with rapt attention as you'd writhed beneath him. He increased the speed of the vibrator, watching as you wouldve panted and squirmed, your body begging for release. He'd continue to work the vibrator, prolonging your climax until you would be a trembling mess beneath him, your legs shaking and your body limp with satisfaction.

Urgh. If only!

You bit your bottom lip, trying to push the thoughts aside as you watched Caleb place it back into the box. The air between the two of you thickened with an unspoken tension, charged with the sudden presence of something so intimate and unexpected.

"It's okay," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I guess it was just a mistake."

Caleb nodded, his eyes flicking to the box before meeting yours. "Yeah, a big one." He couldn't help but wonder if you was as affected by the mix-up as he was. He felt a strange thrill in his stomach, a sensation that was both disturbing and exhilarating. "But..." He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching for yours. "Let's just pretend it never happened."

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your allowed yourself to be led back to the couch. You sat down, tucking your legs underneath you. Your mind was racing, a tornado of confusion and excitement. What if Caleb had actually bought it for you? What if this was his way of bringing something new into their relationship? The thought made your heart race, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your tube top.

He sat beside you, his thighs brushing together against yours. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Guess i messed up the surprise. Any guesses what my gift couldve been?"

The sound of his voice, so close, so intimate, made goosebumps travel your skin again.

Guesses on his gift? You were busy guessing what could've happened in the vibrator dilemma if the two of you were already dating!

Your thoughts kept drifting back to the vibrator, the way it looked, the way it felt. It was as if the little device had cast a spell over yoi, igniting desires she didn't even know you had.

"Caleb," you began, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. "Can we talk about what just happened?"

His gaze dropped to your lips, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips, and you felt the heat pooling between your thighs. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, his voice low and gruff, before turning his gaze away from you.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his chest. "I want to know if you've ever thought about... you know... using something like that with me." The words fell from your mouth in a rush, and you felt the blush spread across your cheeks again.

"N-I-N-No." Caleb stuttered, shaking his head as he remained looking away from you. After a moment of silence, he meets your gaze.

Your (E/C) eyes narrowed suspiciously and you crawled onto his lap causing him to flush red at the sudden confidence and audacity you had. You sat, legs on either side of him as you made yourself comfortable facing him. "Do I not make you think things like that?" You whispered with a look of defiance at the fact that he was lying. You looked cute. Adorable with puppy eyes but a feisty attitude and the fact that your pants was now almost invisible for his eyes. "It's getting la-" Feeling something of his twitch. "I love you." The words shot out, cutting him off as you confessed, "That's why I ask." Your eyes met each other's as Caleb's eyes stared back in disbelief. Almost a pained yet relieved look marked his facial features. His hand cups your left side of your face and you lean into his comfort. "Say that again..." "I love you Caleb." "Again." "I... love you." He stares lovingly into your eyes a mix of desperation tinging the aura around you. He was stunned but accepting. "I love you too... always..." This made your face flushed and your heart was beating at an exhilarating pace as you pulled his face in and smashed your lips against his. Your fists scrunching his shirt desperately. He sinks into the sofa at the force but handles himself by bringing you closer. Your chest squishing to his, his rough hands gliding up your legs to squeeze your butt. As you push away, a string of saliva links the two of mouths temporarily. His and your gasps for air filled the room, his chest heaving with every breath and his eyes were fully fixated on you.

"Crap... you changed alot pipsqueak." Caleb brings his thumb over his lips.

"I...." You whispered shyly, "Didn't think... was it too much?"

He grabs your chin and leans up for another kiss. A deep passionate kiss and he bites your lower lip hungrily.

"Nope," he says tugging your lip, "It's everything I dreamt of. Should we continue?"

He squeezes your butt more and glides his hands up your waist, his eyes looking for a hint of permission.

"How far will we continue?" You teased, tracing his collarbone.

A smirk tugged his lips, as he pressed your clothed entrance over his erect, your breath hitched a little.

"How ever far you want to go." A sense of comfort and understanding in his voice as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Caleb effortlessly maneuvered through the living room, carrying you with a gentle yet firm grasp. Each step he took was calculated, ensuring that the journey from the couch to your bedroom was as smooth as possible. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over your entwined bodies as he laid you down on the plush mattress.

You both took a moment to appreciate the gravity of the situation, your eyes locked onto his as you began the sensual dance of undressing one another. His hands trembled with excitement as he reached for the waistband of his boxers, revealing his arousal that had been straining against the fabric. It bobbed up and down as it was released, standing tall and proud in anticipation of what was to come.

The sight of Caleb's cock sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't hold back a soft gasp. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in your reaction. "Looks like my little pipsqueak has grown all up," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

With a predatory grace, Caleb positioned himself over you, his muscular form looming above. His fingers traced the contours of your body, sending shivers down your spine as he asked for your consent once more. "Are you absolutely certain you want this?" His question hung in the air, loaded with the weight of what was about to happen.

Your body responded before your mind could fully form words, your hips arching up to meet him, a silent plea for more. "I'm ready," you managed to whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

Caleb leaned in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that sent your heart racing. His tongue danced with yours as his hand moved to stroke himself, the sound of his skin sliding against his cock a symphony of desire. He was preparing himself, ensuring that he would be fully ready to give you everything he had.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was an eagerness that matched his own. "I want us to always be this close," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.

The anticipation was unbearable as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with his own arousal. He pushed in, the head of his shaft parting your folds, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You could feel the heat of his desire pressing against you, urging you to accept him.

As he pushed further, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size. Caleb paused, watching your face intently, making sure that you were comfortable with every inch that he claimed. Your walls tightened around him, a silent invitation for him to continue.

He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. You moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears, encouraging him to go deeper. Caleb's thumb found its way to your clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles, the pleasure building within you like a crescendo.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum, making it easier for him to glide in and out. Each stroke was a declaration of his love and desire, a silent promise that he would never let you go.

"F*ck, you feel amazing," Caleb groaned, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you two growing stronger with each passing moment.

The pressure grew, his strokes becoming more insistent, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You gasped, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you completely.

"I need...I need to c*m," you begged, your voice shaking with need. Caleb chuckled, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

With one last, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge, your body convulsing around his fingers. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your mouth open in a silent scream, savoring the moment as your orgasm washed over you.

When your tremors subsided, Caleb withdrew his fingers, the glistening digits a testament to your pleasure. He took a moment to admire your flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that covered your body, a look of pure adoration on his face.

With a smirk, Caleb coated his cock with the juices of your climax, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sight was intoxicating, his shaft shiny and hard, begging for release. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

You nodded, your body more than ready for the final act. Caleb positioned himself once more, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling you up until he was fully sheathed. The feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had you moaning his name. Your eyes never left his, the intimacy of the moment etched into every line of his face as he lost himself in you.

Caleb's teeth sank into his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure began to take over. You felt his cock pulse inside you, the promise of his release growing more intense with each thrust.

He leaned down, his mouth claiming yours once again as his hips picked up speed. Your moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of your passion. Caleb's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb flicking it in time with his strokes.

The orgasm built within you, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last an eternity. Caleb's grip on your hip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself nearing his own climax.

With one final, desperate push, Caleb released himself inside you, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge once more.

Your body trembled as he collapsed onto you, his breathing ragged in your ear. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

Caleb's cock remained inside you, the warmth of his seed a reminder of the intimate bond you had just shared. He rolled you onto your side, his body spooning yours as his hand rested on your stomach. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, leaving a gentle, possessive mark.

"I can't believe this is happening," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love.

You giggled, the sound lost in the aftermath of your orgasm. "Me neither." you replied, the words muffled by the pillow. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you.

As the last of his cum leaked out of you, the stickiness served as a reminder of the passion you had just shared. Caleb's arms tightened around you, his breathing evening out as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I love you pipsqueak," he whispered into your hair, the words a warm embrace that seemed to seep into your very soul.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice sleepy. "Let's get some rest."

Caleb chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "Best idea I've heard all night. It was a looong day. And besides, I gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Gideon's place. Gotta return his gift and get yours back."

"Ohhhhh. Okay. Mind if I come?"

"You came twice." He teased about the event that occurred between you almost seconds ago.

"Caleb!" You hissed threateningly, as you slap his shoulder playfully, "I meant if I can accompany you tomorrow!"

"Yeah yeah." Caleb cheekily says, "I'll get your gift back and you can hand him his personally."

"Absolutely not."

Caleb laughs but nonetheless kisses your forehead and agrees that you'll accompany him tomorrow.

And with that, the two of you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other's embrace, the scent of your love lingering in the air.

Authors Note: So... I was at a loss for which LNDS man to enter the story next - any suggestions? How about a poll? Also - can someone explain to me HOW THE HECK DO YOU PUT THAT LINK OF THE PREVIOUS OR NEXT CHAPTER WITHOUT SHOWING THE ENTIRE LINK !? I've been banging my head the last week figuring it out.

But anyways - Have a great day! Hope you enjoyed the story :)