#I’m happy but scared about what’s coming…
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producedbysohyun · 5 hours ago
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Shark Week
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Squid game x reader hcs
Summary: How the people in squid game would react to you being on your period (all separate)
Includes: Thanos, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Jun-ho, Hyun-ju (non!squid game au)
Warnings: We are pretending for this one they aren’t all in major debt 🤗, If you’re scared of periods don’t read I guess?? 😭
a/n: this goes out to all my people who have to deal with periods! We are in this together 😔✊
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Thanos
Ya you’re out of luck with this one 😔
Probably the worst person to have with you during your period
Definitely trys to rap his way into making you feel better but just fails miserably
“I know another way to make you feel better 😏”
“No”
“Ok 😞” *walks off with yet again another failed attempt*
If you asked him to go out and by you pads he would probably come back with those small cotton pads for your face
I mean he’s trying 😭
The type to ask “are you on your period” whenever you’re in a bad mood and is met with a slap every time
Doesn’t know what else to do so he probably just goes even more broke buying a bunch of food for you
(“With what money” we all yell in unison 🗣️)
Tolerates watching your “stupid” shows that you like just to make you happy but ends up being really interested
Se-mi
One of the best people to have with you
Deals with her period really well so she doesn’t really understand your pain but she gets the other things
Cuddles you all day!!
Literally turns into your slave
I feel like she would tease you about something and then accidentally make you cry because you’re overly sensitive
She feels so bad and you better believe she’s gonna watch what she says for the remainder of your period
You guys watch shows all day and just eat junk food
*stares at you dying in pain* “is it that bad?”
*starts crying*
“What- nooo baby I’m sorry” *cue her kissing all over your face*
I’m in love with her
Dae-ho
*sigh* I love him
Dude has four sisters so you are in luck
He definitely knows what to do
Gives you so much cuddles
He’s probably extra clingy to you during this time but if you tell him you want space he definitely respects it
If you’re having cramps he’ll give you tummy rubs 😔
I need him so bad wjdvjwwjwdjwkwj
Lowkey gets a bit freaked out when you start having mood swings
So he’s definitely careful with what he says not that he could ever hurt your feelings anyways
Is there to comfort you when you start crying over dumb stuff and NEVER makes fun of you for it
Gets you all your favorite snacks!!!
Ugh I need him
Myung-gi
Lowkey avoids you at first
Confused pt.3
He gets the hang of it pretty quickly tho
“Are you on your period” pt.2
Slapped pt.2
Poor boy didn’t even mean it in a bad way he was just genuinely curious 😞
Secretly looks up what to do
You guys binge watch shows together the whole day while cuddling
Try’s not giggle if you start crying over the show
And if you see him laughing it only makes you cry more
“No no Jagiya I’m sorrrryyy”
*Kisses your face till you stop crying*
Besides the laughing part he’s not a terrible person to have 👍
Jun-ho
Gives you your space
Kinda just lets you do your own thing but if you specifically need something he’ll do it for you
He’s up for giving you cuddles but you gotta ask him cause he doesn’t wanna do anything to upset you :(
Weirdly calm about the whole thing
Sends you texts asking how you’re feeling throughout the day as he can’t be there with you the whole time due to his job
Very very patient when you have mood swings
Buys you food pt.3
Overall not too bad
Hyun-ju
She definitely knows what to do
Very educated
Cuddles pt.4!!!!!!
Does everything she possible can to make you feel better cause she hates seeing you in pain
If somebody upsets you she will personally go and deal with them herself girl doesn’t play around
Constantly checks up on you asking if there’s anything she can do
Literally never makes you cry
She’s so gentle with you 🙁
10/10 person to have when your on your period
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a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was a lot of fun to make!! Please send in requests because I don’t know what you guys want to read 😔
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preiyers · 1 day ago
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♱ TAKE A CHANCE — LUIGI MANGIONE X READER
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SUMMARY: your friend group takes a trip to the beach during summer break and one night, luigi just takes the chance to tell you how he feels.
WARNINGS: friends to lovers, making out, humping in the hot tub
A/N: i'll be using random names for their friends and a part of this is inspired by a scene in to all the boys i've loved before and this post
show a little loving, shine a little light on me
you and your friends have been staying at the beach for almost a week now. you'd be leaving in two days.
the six of you were currently finishing dinner and then planning on walking around the beach and getting ice cream, but things changed when the group insisted on resting and staying in the hotel instead.
as the group walked back, luigi was getting teased by the guys as you walked with the girls of the group, looking around the beach and talking.
"come on man, just take the chance while we're still here and tell her how you feel." marcus tells him and he just shrugs.
"i don't know, it might change things." luigi says with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. he was interested in you the moment you asked him for help on a computation — the way your eyes lit up when he said he'd help you and how happy you got when he gave you an example and you got it right.
he still remembered.
little did he know, the girls were also giving you the same talk.
"you never know y/n, it could be a good type of change!" they all agreed as one of the girls nudged you.
as you guys walked, you came across a souvenir shop. you stayed outside, looking up at the sky as the wind blew your hair. marcus gives luigi a look to hang back and stay with you which he was already going to do.
“hey,” luigi said from behind, startling you a bit which makes you jump. “i didn’t mean to scare you.” you both chuckle.
it was quiet between you two for a moment. you didn’t know what to say, how to start the conversation and so did he. the sound of the waves crashing and the rustling of leaves filled your ears.
until he spoke again. “are you okay?” he turns his head to look at you, inching a bit closer.
you could see from your peripheral vision that he was looking at you so you turned to completely face him. you just smile in response and nod.
“just thinking about how we have to go back to uni after all this,” you sighed, looking back up at the sky and crossing your arms. “i don’t know, i’m gonna miss it,” you glance back at him and he was still looking at you. the look he was giving you was something you’ve never seen before, it was unreadable but it made you feel something at the pit of your stomach. “i’m gonna miss everything.”
it felt like there was a magnet pulling the two of you closer and closer or if the tiredness was just getting to you and you were imagining things.
“i get that, nights where we’d just spend having fun together and not stressing over assignments,” he said softly, placing an arm on your shoulder, pulling you even closer. “i wish we could stay here forever.” he looks down at you and your heads are closer now.
tracy, one of your friends looked out for you guys and told your friends about it which got them to all smile at the pair of you, giving each other knowing looks. “it’s so happening,” marcus mouthed at the group.
you smile up at him, you notice he’s looking between your eyes and your lips. your stomach churns and immediately break away, afraid of what could possibly happen and your friends could be watching.
“we… we should head back, they’re probably looking for us.” you force out a laugh, rubbing your hand on your forearm.
after the group was done checking out the souvenir shop, all of you went back to the hotel. you and luigi not speaking a word at all. they all noticed and tried to get one of you two to talk but just got smiles from the two of you.
“i’m gonna stay in the jacuzzi for a while, you guys can go.” luigi tells the group once you’ve reached the hotel.
his gaze finds you, but your head was down, not wanting to look into his eyes. you could feel the awkwardness in the group and some of your friends glancing between you and luigi.
he sighs and parts ways with the group.
no one spoke during the elevator ride and when you guys were walking to your rooms. until tracy reached for your arm. “what happened?” she pulled you back from entering your room.
you shrug, “i don’t know. we were talking, it was good and then i felt like something was going to happen,” you looked down, playing with your fingers. “i got scared.”
she places a hand on your shoulder as a way to comfort you. “aw hun, it’s alright.“ she pulls you into a hug and then continues speaking. “but you do know, that boy does like you, and i don’t know exactly when it started, but i know he’s liked you for a while now.” the two of you pull away and she couldn’t read the expression on your face.
“i should go to him,” she nods at you. “you think he’s still there” you ask and she instantly nods, removing her hands from your body.
“yes go right now, you got this!” she says, gently pushing you to leave.
you rush to the elevator, press the button quickly, looking up which elevator is closest to your floor level. once an elevator opened, you immediately went in and pressed the button to the floor. you mentally prepared yourself for what you’d say to him.
luigi, i like you. no. that was too forward. luigi, remember when we-
the elevator doors open which cuts your inner monologue off. you focused on your breathing as you walked to the area where the pool and jacuzzi were.
and there he was. his arms up on the tub’s rim, back facing you. as you walked, it was like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest any moment.
“hey,” you said softly, him now being the one startled.
he turns his neck to look at your figure, going closer to the tub.
“hi.” he responds with a small smile on his face.
you walk to where the ladder was, climbing and sitting on the edge of the tub, taking off your shorts to put your legs in.
“i’m surprised you’re here,” he says, looking down at the pool then up at you. “thought i made you upset or something.”
you look away as he said the last part, watching the bubbles come up.
“no i’m okay. why would i be upset at you?” you looked up, his eyes still avoiding you which makes you just want to tell him how you felt already.
he bites his lip, then turns his head to face you. you can’t seem to read the look on his face, the same as earlier’s. he just shrugs. “i don’t know y/n, i just thought,” he shakes his head and closes his eyes.
and you already knew.
you took your tank top off and got in the tub completely now. the two of you sat at opposite sides of the hot tub.
“do you remember how we first met?” he asks you, opening his eyes to look at you.
you nod, waiting for him to continue.
“you asked me for help on the chemistry computation and you were so happy when i said yes,”
“and you even offered to tutor me for free,” you smile at the memory. “it was freshman year; i knew no one in class cause i enrolled late and everyone seemed to like you for some reason.” you teased, and he shakes his head with a smile on his face.
“yeah, well, what can i say, i’m a nice dude.” he joked, which made you roll your eyes and scoff jokingly. “uh, well, on that same day, i told marcus you were really pretty.” he avoided your eyes once again, and you just blinked at him.
“since then, i’ve liked you. i liked you when we were partnered up for projects, i liked you even when you made comments about my frat, i liked you when you’d give me massages when i’d get back pains, liked you even when you dated your ex and cried a whole week over the break-up,” he listed down which made you blush. it felt like he could go on and on the whole night with the list.
your gaze softened as he smiled at you.
“what i’m trying to say is, it’s always been you.” his breath hitches in his throat, the weight on his shoulders now gone after telling you what he truly felt.
the two of you looked at each other for a moment before you moved to where he was seated until you were in between his legs. the tension between the two of you could be cut by a knife. you take a breath before speaking up.
“i like you too lu.” you place a hand on his cheek and carress it. he smiles at you before grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his torso, now you were face to face with each other. the light from the pool, shining on your faces.
“there’s no one like you, y/n.” he whispers before crashing his lips onto yours.
the kiss started off slow and steady, his hands slowly moving up from your legs to your waist while you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, trying to get him closer to your body if that was even possible at your current position.
your lips were moving in sync, tilting your head a bit as you start to feel his tongue trying to slip in. once he does, he glides one of his hands to your ass, squeezing it a bit before placing it on top of his straining bulge.
he moves your hips as his tongue explores your mouth. you moan into the kiss, fingers finding its way to his curly hair and tugging on it softly.
never would you have expected this to happen during your trip, but at the same time, this is all you've wanted.
he's the first to pull away, leaning his head on your forehead, still keeping your bodies close to each other. the both of you try to catch your breath.
you giggle a little as you place your hands on each side of his face, caressing his cheeks before placing pecks on his moles and then his lips.
"come on, let's continue this in my room."
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starshakez · 2 days ago
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Seven years ♡ - ⭐🥤
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Today is our seven year anniversary! I still can't believe how far we've come together. I wanted to write something special for it. Happy starshake anniversary! ♡
2 a.m. The house was quiet. Not just quiet, it was eerily still as if the world had come to a pause, and Shake didn’t like it. Silence gave him too much space to think. Normally, he'd fill the void with obnoxious rants or whatever else he could find in that moment, but tonight, he sat still with the silence and his thoughts, trying not to get lost in them.
He slouched on the couch, his straw tilted at a lazy angle, and for once, he looked uncertain as if something was repeating on his mind. The TV flickered dimly, but it wasn’t doing anything to distract his mind racing full of the same unfamiliar thoughts. His gaze kept drifting to the floor, where his girlfriend, Star, was curled up under her usual blanket and pillows, peacefully asleep. At this moment, he felt.. different. Uncertain in a way he couldn’t place, and it scared him more than he’d ever admit.
Shake hesitated, unsure whether to disturb her. Finally, he whispered, just to see if she was awake.
“..Babe?”
She didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure if he should press it, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. So he repeated, a little louder this time.
Star yawned softly, her head lifting slightly. Her hair was messy, her green eyes half-open, but she still gave him that sleepy, loving smile that made his chest feel tight. “What’s up, Shake? It’s late..”
“I know it���s late! You think I don’t know that? I’m the one sitting here, wide awake…” He trailed off, his words faltering as he realized how ridiculous he sounded. “...I was just.. thinking...”
Her smile softened as she sat up to face him, her voice still gentle despite the sleepiness in her tone. “About what?”
Shake hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing, he never had been. But he’d promised himself, and silently promised Star from the day they started dating that he’d try. For her.
“...Seven years,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper. His voice felt more vulnerable than ever. “That’s.. a long time, you know?”
Star let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes. Despite being half-asleep, she still spoke with the same love and patience that he always relied on. “..Yeah, it is.”
He stayed silent for a moment, as if he was mentally fighting the building thoughts and feelings in his mind. “I mean, look at me. I’m not exactly... easy. And yet, you still stay.” His voice dropped to a whisper, like he was afraid of saying the words out loud. “…Why?”
Star yawned softly, her hand gently pushing her hair from her face as she sat up. She met his gaze, her eyes warm and full of affection. “I love you, Shake,” she said quietly, her voice soft. “... I love you, more than anything.”
He froze, his yellow eyes widening in disbelief as if he was hearing the familiar words for the first time. “Yeah, but like... I’m not exactly some romantic genius, you know? Even though that whole, crazy romantic date I took you on was, like, next level...”
Star’s smile grew even softer as she looked at him. “It was amazing, Shake,” she said, her words filled with quiet sincerity. There was no teasing, no mockery.. just the pure love she always had for him.
He blinked at her, then looked away awkwardly, his straw tilting to one side again. “See? Exactly. But.. I’m not that guy all the time, you know? I’m... kind of a mess. And yet, you don’t seem to care.”
“I don’t need you to be perfect, Shake. I just need you to be you.”
Her words caught him off guard, and he quickly looked away, his straw tilting slightly, his expression showing a rare quiet vulnerability "... I don’t get it," he mumbled, trying to brush it off, but his voice softened. "How do you... love me? I’m a mess." He chuckled, but it was more awkward than confident. "I act like I know what I’m doing, but, uh... I really don’t.."
He sighed, his words slow and deliberate, as if each one were fragile, carefully chosen. A rare, uncharacteristic moment for Shake. It was like he was doing everything to hold onto this moment. Hold onto her.
"When I’m with you... I don’t have to be anything else. You make me feel like... maybe I’m not as messed up as I think. ... I love you. A lot. More than anything."
Star reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his hand. “I know, Shake. I’ve always known.. you try, and that's all that matters.. I love you too”
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Instead, he let her hand gently rest on his, the warmth of it softening the feeling in his chest. “Seven years, huh?” he said quietly. “..Guess I must be doing something right.”
Star smiled softly, her expression still carrying the same love for Shake it always did, as she rested back against the pillows. “You’re doing a lot right, babe. And I’d do it all over again... I’d do this forever with you.”
And for once, Shake didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. In that quiet moment, something relaxed in his chest. It wasn’t pure peace, exactly. It was still him, still a little bit of a mess. But for the first time, he wasn’t fighting to be more than he was. He wasn’t trying to prove anything. With Star, he didn’t have to be anyone else.
And maybe, that was enough.
And maybe, he had always been enough for her.
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martygraciesversion381 · 2 days ago
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oscar piastri x ex!reader
WARNINGS‼️: Smut!, pnv, unprotected smut (please be safe!), exes to lovers, angst, fluff
a/n: my best smut so far!!! hope you'll like this as much as i did writing it!! inspired by gracie's song 21
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April 6th 2022. The day that you waited all year and now you only wanted this day to disappear forever. You tried to call Oscar you really did but after you broke his heart when he was sure you were the love of his life it was hard to talk with him. 
You still loved him and you couldn’t stand the thought of him happy while you were hurting at your house. You took your phone and dialled Oscar’s number before throwing it across the room. 
You shouldn’t have broken up with him cause you still loved him and apparently he had another girlfriend. God you should’ve kept that man to yourself and not let him go. Sometimes you see the look in his eyes on tv when he talks about last year when you were dating and you want to kill yourself for making him hurt this much. 
Suddenly, you stood up and went into your room to change into the pretty black dress that you bought last week. You take you heels and grab your phone and a jacket before exiting your house and walking out in the cold of the night. 
While you walk, you spot a couple walking together into the street like you and Oscar used to do and you can feel tears building into your eyes. You continue walking when suddenly your phone buzzes. You look at it and see a call from Oscar. 
You pick up the call. "Hi" you whisper. "Hi y/n….i wanted to know if you’d like to come over at mine. I…I’d like to rebuild our friendship if it’s okay." a smile finds its way on your face at Oscar’s words. "You didn’t need to call me up I’m already under." You look up to the house you were standing next to and you see Oscar smiling at the window after seeing you. 
A few seconds later, he is standing at his door in one of his McLaren shirts looking at you. "You look gorgeous." You smile and mutter a small thanks before you both enter his house and go sit on the couch. You both drink a bit of champagne as the night goes on. You can feel your friendship growing again and you couldn’t be more happy. 
"Happy birthday by the way" you say to Oscar. He smiles at you. "Have you already made your wish?" "Yes I did actually" he answers "And what have you wished for?" He leans closer to you. "This" he answers before kissing you. Your arms find instinctively their way around his neck as you climd on his lap straddling him. He wraps his arms around your waist to keep you close to him while you grind your hips on his now hard erection. 
He groans into your mouth and you swallow it while both of your tongues fight for dominance. He breaks the kiss to take off his shirt and you caress his exposed chest and shoulders with your hands. He kisses your neck and bites it gently sinking his teeth in your smooth skin. 
You get up and take off your dress letting it pool at your feet. Oscar looks at you in awe before taking off his pants and pulling you back on his lap. "Gorgeous" he mumbles before continuing to mark you up. You moan softly and tug at his hair and he groans on your skin making you even more aroused. 
He unclamps your bra and let it fall on the floor before going back to kissing you tenderly. "Love you" you mumble against his lips. His eyes widen and he pulls back."W…what?" You feel fear filling you and you’re scared that he’ll push you away. Oscar feels the fear inside you and he places a comforting hand on your thigh. "I love you too…I just was a bit surprised that’s all" he rubs circular motions with his thumb on your thigh before his fingers find their way between your legs and brush against your panties.
"Look at how wet you are for me darling so desperate for my touch. Wanna feel my dick inside you? Want me to stretch you? Want me to fuck you so bad and fill you up so you won’t be able to walk?" You nod and moan. "Please Osc want you" he smirks before picking you up and taking you to the bed. He lays you down and hovers you with his body. He places a quick kiss on your nose before taking your panties and his boxers off. 
"You’re one the pill?" You nod and he slams his dick into you with a harsh thrust. He starts to fuck you without mercy hitting your g-spot with each of his hard and deep thrusts. While Oscar continues fucking you, you feel a familiar knot building into your stomach. "You close? Gonna cum on my dick like a good girl?" You moan and he brings his thumb to your clit rubbing it bringing you closer to your orgasm. The knot in your stomach finally unties and you become a shaking mess under Oscar. Moans are spilling down your lips while you milk his dick with your juices. 
Oscar grunts before coming inside you prolonging both of your highs. You both lay down on his bed. Your head rests on his chest and his arms wrap around your waist. You both fall asleep knowing that the future reserved something good for the both of you even if you were just 21.
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lullxby · 3 days ago
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hi love!! could you write a jj x reader where he is in love with her but is scared to commit to a relationship because he’s never truly been loved before and doesn’t rlly think he deserves it? and it’s reader’s first relationship too? <3
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY (j.m.)
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(jj maybank x kook!reader)
summary : in which a boy loves a girl so much it scares him.
w.c. : 2.3k
a/n : ughh LOVED this request, part two in the process but im trying to get something out for each character i have requests for rn!
warning(s) : angst, slight misunderstanding,
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jj maybank loved you. you knew it, he knew it.
he even thought you felt the same. from the way you’d carefully clean out his wounds in the dead of night, or the way you’d make sure he ate at your house because you knew it was one of the only times he’d be fed. all of it make him believe his feelings were requited.
you were so, so good to him. too good, in fact. too good to be true.
he didn’t deserve it. he didn’t deserve any of it— your gentle touches, the sweet treats you’d give him, none of it. he was too rough for someone like you, too violent.
he had hurt so many people, you had to know about it. if you knew about it, there was no way your intentions were good, no matter how much his gut was screaming at him to just give in.
you’d just end up hurting him, that had to be your goal. some sick joke to laugh about with your friends. either that or he’d hurt you. the latter was more likely, he knew that in the same way he knew he loved you.
but, he needed an excuse to flee. he convinced himself it was some cruel style of humor, telling himself he had a right to leave you like this, to ghost you like this.
once he had continued telling himself it was all fake, he actually believed it. it made every time you hung out feel fake, as though he was just putting up appearances. he could tell you were getting confused by his change in demeanor, and wanted to ask him about it. if you did, he wouldn’t know what to say.
so, jj stopped showing up.
he sat comfortably on the chateau couch, the old worn out fabric rough against his legs. his friends were arguing and panicking about something he didn’t care about, or couldn’t bring himself to care about. his mind was stuck on you.
every time his phone would vibrate, he’d desperately want to give it up and text you, saying he’ll be there as soon as he could. but he couldn’t. it was either you end up hurting him, which he couldn’t see happening because you’re so you, or he hurts you. he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt you.
so he didn’t answer your calls or texts.
1 missed call from y/n ❤️
y/n ❤️
j?
i thought you were coming over?
Delivered 4:58pm
he sighed, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost two hours after he was supposed to be at your house, and even longer since he begun planning this detachment. he shifted uncomfortably in the seat, ignoring you causing an ache in his chest.
his friends looked over towards him, noticing the squeaking of the pullout couch. he had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time. no matter what, he’d jump into an argument full on. yet he had stayed silent.
“dude, what’s the matter with you? you’ve been weird all day,” kiara pointed out, frowning a bit.
he opened his louth to answer, only to be cut off by sarah. the cameron girl had known you, having attended the kook academy together when you were younger. you were always sweet, so she was happy when you started hanging around for jj.
“yeah, and where’s y/n?”
his jaw clenched at that one. jj knew sarah was a fan of you, meaning john b. was too, and cleo thought you were kind, meaning pope thought well of you as well. it was like they were waiting for him to speak badly about you then shun him for it.
at least in his eyes. he felt he was going crazy.
“she’s busy,” he answered, his tone telling them to just drop it.
he punctuated his two word sentence by getting up from the couch, going out to the screened in porch, plopping down out there away from the group, leaving his phone inside where he couldn’t feel it vibrate as you texted and called.
god, you were too sweet for him. he’d just ruin you, like he did everything else.
the rest of the night passed by slowly. everything felt so much quicker with you. he had mentioned it once before, causing you to make some joke about having fun when time was flying. he couldn’t remember it exactly, and suddenly wished you were here to repeat it to him.
over and over again.
but you weren’t, thanks to him. even when you guys weren’t with each other, you’d still text and call each other. maybe this was for the best; he was too dependent on you anyway.
he fell asleep out on the porch, and you fell asleep alone in your bed. the window was left unlocked and cracked open, despite the cool air blowing in. just in case.
he never came.
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
jj woke up around 10 and walked inside, noticing how everyone seemed to be still asleep in their respective areas. he spotted his phone on the couch, and made the mistake of checking it.
he scrolled through the notifications left by you, not opening them so it wouldn’t say read.
3 missed calls from y/n ❤️
y/n ❤️
jayyy
hello???
7:37pm
this isn’t funny, i’m worried about you
11:21pm
it wasn’t like him to just ignore your texts, especially if you called him. so you had sent this last one. which had happened to catch his eye.
y/n ❤️
atleast let me know you’re okay.
please?
delivered 12:07am
then nothing else after that. you had probably fallen asleep, he knew how you didn’t like staying up late. yet there you were, past midnight for him.
it was because you understood how his life could get sometimes. how he’d get busy, but more importantly, how he’d get hurt. it could’ve been by kooks (maybe starting something on the way to your house), or at the hands of his father.
you weren’t even mad at him, and if you were you weren’t showing it. his heart clenched at the thought. he couldn’t help it, he texted back.
jj 🌊🤍
im finw
read 10:52am
you read the message as soon as he sent it. of course you did. you had been waiting all day and night for him to answer. as soon as you read it, not like it took you long, you got more frustrated.
you had every right to be. he had ghosted you, then all you got was two words in response, and he couldn’t even bother to spell one of them right! you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. if you took it out on him, it’d only get worse.
he got another message, as soon as he had finished with his phone and shut it off.
+1 (123) 456-7890
i missed you yesterday
delivered 10:55am
he knew it was you, seeing your number instead of your name did nothing to change that.
he didn’t even open it.
maybe he was just going through something, you told yourself. it seemed like you guys had been close, close enough to where he’d come to you, but who knows. it could be too personal.
and in that case, he wouldn’t want to be bothered. you sighed, the thought bringing you back to the first time he had come over.
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ FLASHBACK
jj had just gotten done surfing, it was obvious from the slightly damp state of his hair and the smell of salt water wafting off him. you had thought it’d be awkward— and so did he, you two were from completely different worlds.
but it wasn’t.
it was as if you guys had known each other for years.
the afternoon had flashed by, eventually ending with you and jj curled up under the many blankets you had oiled on your bed. the covers didn’t slip by without jj teasing you about them, saying something like ‘it’s summer, how do you sleep with this many blankets,’ while pretending to be drowning in them.
after the two of you had calmed down, you had ended up lying on top of his chest, messing with the chain that hung from his neck.
“y’know, i didn’t think you’d wanna come. thought i was jus’ some kook girl bothering you,” you had mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks with the lack of confidence you had shown.
he had just responded with a laugh, pressing a chaste kiss against your head, and saying “you could never bother me.”
but now, as he failed to return your texts, or even read them, it felt like that was all that was happening. like you couldn’t stop bothering him.
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ PRESENT
jj shoved his phone in the pocket of his cargo shorts, sighing harshly as he did so. this was proving to be way more difficult than he had thought it’d be.
the boy ran a hand through his hair, not having his hat with him to readjust kn his head a thousand times.
he couldn’t stop thinking about you. how sad you may be, how angry (though he doubted that), how hurt. and the fact he knew he was doing that, that he was at fault? it was the worst feeling he thought he’d ever feel.
he kept strong, though, knowing deep down that it’d be worse if he kept going. he’d hurt you worse. he couldn’t do that. you weren’t just another one of his hookups. hell, the two of you hadn’t even had sex yet.
you wanted to wait, so he respected that. he honestly partly expected it. you weren’t like him. you weren’t the type to have casual hookups here and there. one time you had even told him you hadn’t been in a relationship, like, ever.
what he didn’t expect, though, was sarah’s words, emerging from the hallway that led to her and john b’s room.
“y/n’s coming over.”
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ YOUR POV:
you knew the way he looked at you couldn’t be nothing. it meant something, just as the way he’d hold you did. maybe you didn’t have much experience to base it off of. maybe you were grasping at straws to prove to yourself that he had felt the same way about you that you did him, even if it was just for once.
but maybe, just maybe, he truly did feel the same way about you. you checked your phone almost every five minutes, in such a way that if you did it enough, it’d magically make his notification appear.
your hopes of a magical miracle were futile, as your message not only went unanswered, but unread as well.
did you do something wrong?
was this because you didn’t want to do anything yet?
he hadn’t cared when you had shut him down, he had just pulled you back into his arms and held you. even if he had cared, he didn’t show it. he still came over just as much, and he still treated you the same
that was the only apparent ‘reason’ he would be doing this, and it barely was one. you hadn’t been rude, you hadn’t talked badly about him or his friends to your own. his motivation for this whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing was a mystery.
the familiar ding came from your phone, signaling you had a message. you lunged for it, as if it were a bar of gold. it wasn’t jj, but it was sarah.
sarah 🫶🏻🐻
why haven’t you been coming around lately?
kie and i miss you :(
*1 image attached*
read 11:37am
you opened the attachment, a photo of the two girls pouting at the camera, an edited tear drop under each other their eyes. you laughed lightly at it, surprised st the fact they cared that much.
you and sarah had just begun getting close again, having known each other in your tween years. she introduced you to kie once when you were over, and you guys clicked almost instantly, but were nowhere near best friends.
you responded something casual, mentioning how you had been busy lately, not wanting to bring up the stuff with jj. you didn’t doubt they could figure out what happened— he was the main reason you came over, and he had been ‘way moody’ lately, as sarah would describe it.
sarah 🫶🏻🐻
too busy for a girls day? we wanna see you!!!
read 11:39am
you smiled at the offer, instantly accepting and saying you’d be there at noon. that gave you around twenty minutes to get ready and drive over, which would be plenty of time.
*sarah 🫶🏻🐻 loved your message*
you shut your phone off after seeing the notification, going back into your bedroom. as soon as you entered, your eyes flickered over to one of jj’s t-shirts flung over your vanity chair, and his hat hung on your bedpost.
you changed into an outfit that was cute but comfortable enough to walk around in, your hair already done and just needing a refresh from the humidity. after that was done, you folded up jj’s t-shirt, placing his hat on top.
if he was truly done, though you hoped he wasn’t, he’d want those back. you opened your phone, texting sarah to let her know you were on the way over.
it shouldn’t be too long until you got there, and you and jj could only hope it wouldn’t be too awkward.
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Full of Surprises » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Boyfriend/Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Enhanced!Reader, Steve Rogers x Sister/Enhanced!Reader with Sam Wilson/Falcon
Summary: As if the day wasn’t filled with enough surprises, Steve finds out his younger sister is alive and she’s dating his best friend.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, mention of HYDRA, kissing, pet names
A/N: This takes place during Captain America: Civil War. Also, the reader has the same powers as Wanda, but they’re blue.
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buck-star
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.
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You were hiding in the same building as Bucky, Steve, and Sam. You were two rooms away from them as they were talking. Bucky was explaining to Steve and Sam everything HYDRA has done over the years. What Steve doesn’t know that his younger sister is alive. Yes, you’re the younger sister of Captain America. You wanted to wait it out for a moment before revealing yourself to your older brother.
“I knew something like this was going to happen. I just didn’t know it would happen like this.” Bucky says apologetically and sincerely.
“None of this is your fault, Buck and you know it.” Steve says softly.
Bucky looked down at the ground. There was something else he had to tell Steve. He just didn’t know how to tell him. How does someone tell anyone that he’s dating his best friend’s younger sister? Especially his best friend.
“Buck, what is it?” Steve asks.
Bucky took a deep breath and looked up at Steve. He was nervous to tell Steve that he’s dating his younger sister. It’s not like it’s the 1930’s or 1940’s where he can straight up tell him that he’s in love with his sister. Steve probably would’ve been more understanding back then, but he’s not too sure about now.
“There’s something else you need to know.” Bucky says.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” Steve says.
“It’s about Y/N.” He starts.
“My younger sister Y/N? What about her?” He asks.
“You have a sister?” Sam asks Steve.
“Yes. She died years ago.” He tells him.
“She’s alive.” He tells him.
Steve’s eyes went wide in shock.
“No.” Steve said. “That’s not true. She’s dead. I seen her death certificate.” He says.
“It’s fake.” Bucky said. “HYDRA somehow got their hands on Y/N years ago and experimented on her and made her enhanced.” He explained. “She’s a Super Soldier with powers.” He says.
“As much as I want to believe that, it’s not true.” He says, being in denial.
“It’s true.” Bucky confirms. “I’ve seen her.” He tells him.
“You’ve seen her and you didn’t tell me?” Steve asks.
“She made me promise not to tell anyone. She was scared that HYDRA would come after her.” He says.
“It’s true.” You spoke up.
Steve turned around to see you walking towards him. He looks like he just seen a ghost.
“Hi, Stevie.” You say softly with a smile.
Steve walked up to you and gave you a tight hug, picking you up off of your feet. He never thought he would get the chance to see you and hear your voice again, but here he is.
“I missed you.” Steve whispers.
“I missed you too.” You whispered back. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You say.
“It’s ok. I’m just happy that you’re alive.” He says softly.
Steve gently put you back on your feet and you introduced yourself to Sam. You then walked over to Bucky and gave him a hug.
“Did you tell him?” You asked Bucky.
“Not yet.” Bucky answers.
“Tell me what?” Steve asks, looking from you to Bucky.
You and Bucky nervously looked at Steve. You two weren’t sure how he’s going to like the idea of his younger sister and his best friend dating. If it was the 1940s, Steve would probably be more supportive. You two aren’t sure about that in this very moment.
“Me and Bucky are together.” You tell your older brother.
“What do you mean you and Bucky are together?” Steve asks.
“Y/N and I are dating.” Bucky tells him.
Steve stared at you and Bucky in silence, trying to process what you and Bucky just told him.
“You’re dating your best friend’s sister?” Sam asks Bucky.
“Yes.” Bucky answers.
This came out as a surprise to Steve, but at the same time, it didn’t. When you guys were younger, Bucky was always flirting with you and you had a huge crush on your older brother’s best friend. Steve being the older brother he is, told you not to go out with Bucky cause he was trying to protect you. He also knows Bucky’s track record when it comes to dating and none of those relationships lasted long and didn’t end on not so good terms.
“You didn’t listen to a word I told you, did you?” Steve looks at you. “I told you what would happen if you date Bucky.” He says.
“Steve, I’m not 16 anymore. I can do whatever I want now and what I want is to date Bucky.” You say.
“I know.” He said. “All I’m doing is trying to protect you.” He says.
“So is Bucky!” You say, raising your voice.
Steve rose his eyebrows at you in surprise. So was Bucky. You’ve never raised your voice at your brother. This is first for you and him.
“I’m sorry for raising my voice.” You apologized. “But Bucky has been protecting me too.” You tell him.
Steve silently stared at you for a moment before rubbing his hands on his face and running his fingers through his hair.
“How long have you two been together?” Steve asks.
“Since the day we fought on the bridge when I was under HYDRA’s control.” Bucky answered.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling.
“My best friend and my little sister.” Steve says to himself and then looked at you and Bucky. “My best friend and my little sister.” He says again.
Bucky’s arm tightened its grip around your waist. You nervously played with Bucky’s hairs.
“Can you please be supportive and happy for us, Stevie?” You asked in a pleading tone.
Steve looked at you and then Bucky. He did that a couple more times before sighing and putting his hands on his hips and putting his focus on Bucky for a moment.
“I won’t hesitate to beat your ass if you hurt her or break her heart.” Steve says, being the protective older brother he always has been.
“You know I’m not going to hurt her or break her heart, Steve.” Bucky confirms.
“Good. Now that we’re on the same page…” Steve walked closer to you and Bucky. “I will try my best to be supportive and happy for you two.” He says.
You practically squealed and hugged your older brother. Steve chuckles softly and hugs you back. You then turned to Bucky and kissed his lips.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Steve pulled you and Bucky apart. “That doesn’t mean you two can kiss in front of me.” He says.
You and Bucky laughed when Steve said that.
“This is sweet.” Sam chimes in. “But we need a plan if we’re going to do this.” He says.
“You’re right.” Steve says.
“I know a guy.” Sam says.
“I can help too!” You say.
“I don’t know, Y/N. This is going to be dangerous.” Steve says.
“I have powers.” You enlightened a red ball of energy in your hand. “Just so you know, my powers are very useful in situations like this.” You say.
“She’s not wrong.” Bucky says, agreeing with you.
Steve looked at you for a moment and sighed before saying anything.
“Ok, fine.” He finally says.
“Yes! Let’s do this!” You say, pumping your fist in the air.
“Your sister is cool, man.” Sam says to Steve.
“Too bad she’s mine.” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around your waist and narrowing his eyes at Sam, making you giggle.
🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵
-Bucky’s Doll
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florencesf1blog · 1 day ago
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idk if you’d be into writing this type of thing but i was hoping to see a step brother!carlos au👀
oh i’m open to a lot of things girl but i’ve never written for something like this so i hope it’s good🙏
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your father recently remarried, which brought a lot of changes in your life. it took you some time to adapt, but luckily your kind step brother!carlos is here to help you out.
step brother!carlos who is all about helping his new step sister move into her new room. he carries the heavy boxes and helps to put shelves and closets together. what a gentleman! but really he’s mostly intrigued by the stuff you brought with you. to get a bit of an insight he’s all about helping you unpack, too.
step brother!carlos who makes sure you feel welcome in his home. he shows you around, tells you where stuff is and even offers to take you out to lunch to show you his hometown. isn’t he just a sweetheart?
step brother!carlos who often workouts in your yard, that just happens to be the view out of your bedroom window. you often catch yourself staring, especially because carlos can’t be bothered to wear a shirt. you think he never notices, because he never brings it up. but there’s a reason he keeps working out in the same spot.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
step brother!carlos who comes to call you downstairs for dinner, but catches you doing something else instead. the sight of you fingering yourself should have scared him off, but the two of you think different. ‘go on then, cariño. show me what you do to yourself’. ‘i know you’re thinking of me. i know you’ve been watching me, too’. ‘i’ll help you cum, only if you cum to my name’.
step brother!carlos who is all about teaching you new things. he wouldn’t say he was disappointed when he found out you were a virgin (though it would’ve been more fun of you were) because he had other things on his mind. when you told him no man had ever eaten you out before, he was happy to be the first. ‘you’ll have to stay quiet, bebe, wouldn’t want your father catching us now would we?’ he’d tell you, though he’d make quite an effort to get some noise out of you. the way he sucked on your clit, the way his tongue lapped up and inside of you had you writhing.
step brother!carlos who doesn’t like to share. nobody can know of the things that take place once everyone else in the house is asleep. so when he invited his friends over, they think you’re up for grabs. and you, being the tease that you are, let them think that. obviously carlos couldn’t stand for that. he excuses himself and goes straight to your room. ‘what do you think you’re doing?’. ‘maybe i should stuff your mouth so you can’t rattle your mouth anymore’. he doesn’t waste any moment. his friends are waiting for him after all. you take his cock, gagging as it hits the back of your throat at a brutal pace. after he came in your mouth, he leaves you disheveled in your room.
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kind of a scrap cause idk how i feel about this and i haven’t done this in a while. lmk what you think!
want more step brother!carlos or have other ideas? leave them behind in my inbox!
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Part 2: New Year's Day
This is part 2 of a duo, so please go read part 1, New Year's Eve, if you haven't yet!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Description: My only New Year's Eve plan is to help my best friend Penelope entertain her many party guests. When I find myself alone with her coworker, Spencer (who I've had a crush on for ages), it seems that my New Year's might turn out different than I had planned.
(Content/Warnings below the cut)
Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI] smut, protected (condom) PiV sex, oral sex (F receiving), brief mention of being drunk or high in the past
A/N: Again, down the wire! I've been writing literally all day. It's 10 PM and I haven't yet made dinner... I wrote and edited this one basically just today?? So if there are any mistakes or I missed any warnings, pls lmk tysm. Again, credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider graphics, including the one I cropped below.
Names used: Baby
Words (this chapter): 3,734
Words (total): 5,759
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The kiss is desperate, but not rough. He’s kissing me back, right? I pull my face away. He leans his forehead against mine, both of us panting into the mere inches between our lips. 
He doesn’t loosen his hold on my body. “Is everything okay? We can stop if you want.” 
���I don’t want to stop.” I grip the fabric of his shirt where my hands lie on his back. “Do you want to stop?”
His hand snakes down to my ass, splaying wide across it. He pulls my body into his, letting me feel his hardening cock.
“I really don’t want to stop,” he breathes into my neck, just below my ear, “but I have to confess something before we go any further.”
What the hell? Does he have an STI that I need to know about? Trouble keeping it up? I mean, that doesn’t seem to be a problem, but you never know. Is he already with someone? Penelope didn’t say he had a partner, but maybe he’s kept them a secret?
We both still, Spencer breathing against my neck. I’d consider it ticklish if not for the jolt it sends straight to my core.
“I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, but I was too scared to say anything.” The words come out of Spencer’s mouth. Not mine. Holy shit.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I laugh, dropping my head to Spencer’s chest in utter bewilderment. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first time we met. Penelope hasn’t stopped teasing me about it since.”
“Glad I’m not alone in that,” he laughs.
“Happy New Year, by the way,” I say, lifting my head to look at him again. Eyes, lips. Eyes, lips. 
“Happy New Year,” he breathes, hovering against my lips. Oppositely charged magnets falling in order with the laws of physics. Complying with the will of the universe.
I��ve never been kissed like this. Maybe it’s the thrill of unrequited lust finally requited, or maybe Spencer is just a really good kisser. His hands cradle my head on both sides. It’s like he could kiss you for hours and never be sick of it. Every soft, lush kiss plays against the intermittent roughness. The desperate ones, where lips are bit and tongues are engaged in the fervor. It feels wholly consuming and incomplete at the same time. 
“We don’t have to do anything else,” I say, “but to be clear, I’m definitely down if you want to.”
He shakes his head and steps back, putting distance between us. He clenches and unclenches his hands and then rubs his palms against his dress pants. 
My eyes catch on the bulge in his pants, and shamelessly, I can’t stop staring at it. I’ve imagined it before, in my most desperate, lonely moments. Right after breakups, when I’d rather escape into my imagination to soothe me. After running into him at one of Penelope’s get-togethers. I’d steal every shy glance at him, trying to memorize his features. Then I’d go home and imagine myself kissing every inch of him.
I know I probably just need a good eight to…twelve hours of sleep to clear the fog in my brain that’s making this feel like another one of my erotic daydreams. But maybe being a bit out of it is what led me to kiss him like that. If I had been at my most rational, I probably wouldn’t have.
Spencer wipes at his face. He can’t stop moving his hands. Biting a nail between his teeth. Gripping the material of his pants. Crossing and uncrossing his arms. 
“[Y/N], you have no idea how badly I want to.” My heart sinks into my stomach. There’s always a but. “But I don’t want it to happen like this.”
I nod slowly, genuinely trying to avoid letting my disappointment come across as pouting. “Okay. That’s fair.”
He looks utterly exasperated, trying to keep his hands off me, and I’ve never felt so horny and so dejected at the same time. If he didn’t clearly state that he’s into me, I can’t lie and say that I wouldn’t feel extremely rejected right now.
“I’ve thought about it before,” he says. “What it would be like… to be with you. I just don’t want the first time to be at a party, in Penelope’s guest room”
I sit back down on the bed, willing my body to cool down, but it’s a non-starter. “I’ve thought about it before. What it would be like… to be with you,” playing back in my head on an unending loop. Clenched thighs give my clit the slightest bit of attention and ease the ache every so slightly.
“I’ve thought about it too,” I say, reminiscing about the numerous dirty fantasies I’ve crafted in my head over the years. I owe far too many orgasms to my vibrator, and to imaginary Spencer praising me, begging me to cum.
He rakes his fingers through his hair. “God, this is so hard.” 
Hard, indeed. I selfishly ogle the tent in his pants again, taking advantage of the fact that he’s struggling to look in my direction. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask. “Do you want to leave?”
He joins me on the edge of the mattress. Again, a respectable distance between us. 
He sighs. “If I don’t leave now, I don’t think I’ll have enough self-control to stop myself.”
Yet, he’s sitting beside me, wringing his hands in his lap. 
Before I can formulate any response, he starts. “What about when the party ends?”
“I locked the door on the way in. I didn’t want anyone barging in here trying to find the bathroom. And,” I gesture to the door, the party even louder now that the champagne is flowing, “this party doesn’t die down until three, maybe four.”
“I don’t have a condom, either,” he says quietly.
I push myself up off the bed and walk over to the bedside table. I’ve stayed in this room many times. Usually, when I get drunk or high and can’t drive home. Penelope snores. As much as I love her to bits, if she didn’t have a guest bedroom, I’d be sleeping on the couch. 
I rifle through the top drawer. A couple of individually packaged toothbrushes. A couple of mini bottles of mouthwash. Charging cables. Nope, nope, nope. 
I squat down to look through the bottom drawer, consciously arching my back and popping my ass out a bit. I know they’re in here somewhere. In the back of the drawer, tucked away, is a small, colorful zipper pouch. I’ve stumbled across this pouch before, but I can safely say that I’ve never used it. I hope nobody else has, either, honestly. Tucked inside is a roll of male condoms and a few individually packaged female condoms. 
I (mentally, emotionally, spiritually) cross my fingers as I check the date printed across the wrapper. They aren’t expired. Thank fucking god. 
I rip one off at the perforated line and place it in Spencer’s hand. 
He fiddles with the foil wrapper in his fingers. Not opening it. Just turning it in his hands.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “Here? Like this?”
“Before tonight, I honestly thought there was zero chance you liked me. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I’m so incredibly horny right now that it’s actually hard to think straight.” I wrap my hand around his, and he stops fidgeting. “Is there anything else?”
My question is sincere and gentle. Is there anything else that you need to reassure you that I want this? Is there anything else you need?
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, but I was tested after,” he says.
“I was tested after my last partner.”
I start undoing my blouse. Button by button. Lower and lower. Spencer mirrors me, undoing his crisp, blue dress shirt. Button by button. Lower and lower.
“And we can stop at any point, so please let me know if there’s anything you want or don’t want,” he says.
“Same goes for you.”
I slide my blouse off and unzip my skirt at the side. With my tights already off, I’m left in just my bra and underwear, my clothes in a pile beside the bed. Spencer takes his shirt off and his pants follow. He tries his best to quickly fold them, and in two large strides, he places them on top of the dresser. 
He turns to face me. In just his underwear, I have quite the view. I don’t even think he’s fully hard, but my mouth is watering at the outline of him. The butterflies are gone, replaced by a pang of hunger. I want to lick and taste every inch of him. The mental renderings I’ve crafted of Spencer in the past are all wiped from my memory. I have no use for them anymore. I have the real thing, actively being encoded into memory. 
He comes to stand between my legs. Still seated, his veiled cock is right in front of my face. 
“[Y/N], there’s just one more question that I have to ask first.”
I can only imagine what he sees looking down at me. As I look up at him through my lashes, my wet lips and flushed, glowing cheeks sit right next to his hard cock.
Does he know that I’ve been rocking my hips and squeezing my thighs together just to pacify my throbbing clit? 
“Can we go on a real date too sometime?” he says. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, and I also don’t want this to ruin my chances with you.” 
I feel stupid for not thinking that far ahead. If he had just wanted this to be a one-night stand, I would have accepted that, even though I know I want more with him. 
I nod and kiss the front of his hip, earning a stuttered breath from him when my cheek grazes his bulge. 
“I’d love that, Spencer.” 
I drag my face across his covered cock. Everything about this—about him—is intoxicating. I breathe him in, my hands on his hips, and the scent feels like a drug I could get high off of. 
“Can you lie down?” he says. 
I have no objections. 
I rip my bra and underwear off as fast as I can manage, pulling my bra over my head instead of undoing the clasps. I toss them to the floor to join the rest of my clothes. I’m, maybe a bit shamelessly, too eager to waste any time. 
Spencer is standing next to the bed, naked, jaw slack, just stroking himself to nothing but my naked body. That’ll do great things for the ego. 
“You are…” he breathes, shaking his head. The words he’s missing hang somewhere in the air, but he doesn’t look away from me long enough to search for them.
He opens the foil wrapper, rolls the condom on, and crawls onto the bed between my legs. I expect him to just shove it in there, but instead, he drags two long fingers through my wetness, absolutely mesmerized.
“Perfect,” he says, staring at my pussy. “So perfect.” 
He slides one finger inside me and I gasp. It doesn’t fill me, but when he takes it out a moment later, I still mourn the emptiness. He takes the same finger into his mouth, eyes closed as he admires the taste of me. 
I’m pretty sure that I can’t get any hornier than I am at this moment. It’s physiologically impossible. 
“Please, Spencer. Fuck,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”
Quick pecks trace a line up my body, and Spencer kisses me, bodies pressed together like he’s never going to kiss me again. It’s deep, sloppy, and passionate. Moaning into each other’s mouths as I grip his hips. His cock is nestled in my center. I grind against it.
Breathless, Spencer lifts his body just enough to reach between us, guiding his cock to where we need it. 
I close my eyes as he enters me; I have to turn off one of my senses to process it. In the black void behind my eyelids, I can feel everything. I can hear everything. A choked moan at the back of my throat breaks free. He pushes in further. Spencer shifts from his hands to his elbows, using the leverage to slide in even more. 
“Oh, god. This is so much better than I imagined,” he says, his voice strained from pleasure.
Was Spencer thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him? Like two lovers wondering if the other is gazing up at the moon at the same time. I open my eyes. The tufts of hair framing his face flop down, a few stray strands sticking to his face. The room is already warming and his skin glistens in it. 
“What did you think about? What did you imagine?” I ask.
He fills me to the hilt, and his lips find mine; the kiss a fierce declaration that this shared sensation in our bodies is indeed shared. Spencer is feeling the same utter bliss that I am, and the thought of that alone sends a spark to my core. I’m making him feel this good. 
Spencer remains unmoving, huffing breaths intermixed with muttered curses as he adjusts. The part where we’re united throbs like a beating heart, both of our bodies diverting blood from our brains to fuel this tryst. 
“I felt so ashamed thinking about you like that,” he whispers against my cheek, “not knowing if you wanted me, too.”
Pinned beneath him, I push my hips up against him as much as I can manage, desperate for more. Spencer’s eyes flutter closed as he matches my movements, his cock sliding in and out as we grind into each other.
“Did you think about what I’d feel like the first time? Because I thought about what you’d feel like inside me.”
Earning moans from Spencer feels like a gift. A secret that has been bestowed upon me. For my ears only. I want to wrap this secret up and hide it under my bed. To throw it in a box and padlock it shut. I want to place it in a fancy locket, one I hide under my shirt, tucked up safe against my skin where nobody else can reach it.
“I thought about that far too much.” He shakes his head. “But you’re even better than I could’ve imagined.”
He pumps into me a few more times, hard and fast, as our bodies take the wheel, chasing the zenith of pleasure. We move together as a duet. The song? A lullaby of moans, whimpers, and whispered praises.
With each thrust, his body presses against my clit.
“Oh my god. You feel so fucking good, Spencer.”
He reaches a hand up to the side of my face, cradling my head and stroking my cheek with his thumb. I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. His thumb is icy in comparison. 
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He glances at my chest, and then his eyes dart as he takes in the rest of my body. “Your body is perfect.” He peppers kisses across my lips, my shoulder, my neck. Every place his lips touch stings like I’ve been branded. “Perfect,” he breathes against my neck. 
“How did I taste?” I ask, remembering Spencer licking his finger clean.
“Addictive” is the word he chooses, and thoughts of Spencer’s head between my legs—in my own bed—consume me.
He slows, almost to a stop. “Would you mind if I…?”
I finish his trailed-off sentence, not entirely sure if I’m right on the money or not. “Go down on me?” 
He nods, and a breathy, “please,” is all I can manage to squeak out. It would be damn near impossible to think of a single reason to deny this man in his request.
Between my legs—framed like a work of art—Spencer keeps his eyes locked on my face as he trails his tongue up between my lips. 
“Oh, fuck. Oh my god. Please. Please keep going.”
He moans into my pussy, wasting no time in getting into it. 
“Can I grab your head as I get close?”
He whines, “please,” against my skin, and I tell him to pinch me if he needs me to loosen my grip. 
Spencer’s long arms wrap around my thighs, keeping me from squirming away. I’ve never had anyone go down on me like this. He is feral, barely coming up for air. I reach down to slide my fingers into his hair, feeling myself inch closer and closer by the second. He’s humping the bed, large dimples forming in his plush ass. I just want to dig my nails into it.
One arm lifts from its spot around my leg. Spencer is a man on a mission. He needs that arm, that hand, those fingers. Two fingers slide inside me, and I know I’m not going to last. I squirm against him and he lets me control the penetration, keeping his hand still. His mouth, however, continues in its relentless pursuit. 
I feel like I’ve unlocked something here. This version of Spencer is unleashed. He’s had his taste of the forbidden fruit, and he’s fully invested. 
I grip his head, needing to pull him into me. Needing to control the pressure.
“Spencer, fuck.”
“Yes, baby. Please cum in my mouth.”
“I—” is all I spit out before it hits me. A tidal wave of heat and pressure that radiates from my core. I grip Spencer’s hair between my fingers and he moans even harder. I squeeze my eyes shut so hard that, when I open them, my vision is a pinhole vignetted by fuzzy white light. His tongue continues lapping at my center until my thighs trap his head, my clit unable to take anymore. 
My whole body is tingling. Every nerve in my body is on high alert. My ab muscles twitch with each jerky breath as the lingering shockwaves work through me. 
Spencer is kissing my thighs as if each space his lips touch is better than the last. He is relishing in my body. Worshipping it. 
In this state, having cum so hard that my ears are ringing, I probably wouldn’t hesitate to declare my ardent love for him. Thankfully, I have some logic system deep in my brain that remains online and protects me from stupid mistakes like that. 
“Spencer, please. Get back inside me.”
The moan that spills from us both as he slides back inside me, my pussy still throbbing with aftershocks, should be tattooed somewhere on my body. The waveform of it or whatever. My new New Year’s resolution: get a tattoo. Add that to my other New Year’s resolution: let Spencer Reid fucking rail me in every way possible.
His thrusts are already sloppier than before. “Yes, fuck. Yes. Do you know how fucking good you taste, baby? I could eat you out for hours. So perfect.” 
I grab his jaw and kiss him, tasting myself. Tasting me and him mixed together. 
“Spencer, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Exhaustion, overwhelm, pleasure, and lust well up right at the finish line. Every sporadic back-arching thrust flutters my eyelids, pushing a small tear down both sides of my face.
“The first day I met you,” he says, struggling to get the words out fluidly, “you were the most beautiful thing. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”
My hands slide to his ass, and I grip the flesh. I want my nails to leave a mark. I want to claim him as my own. 
“Cum inside me, Spencer.” 
He pounds into me, hard. The passion he showed while giving me oral is back in full force. 
His head falls into the crook of my neck as he works himself to the edge, muffling the dirty string of words that escape as he falls apart. His cock twitches hard inside me as he spills into the condom. I wish he was condomless, shooting his ropes of cum deep within me. But maybe that’s just a dirty fantasy that will never come to fruition. 
Spencer peppers me with some more kisses before getting up to discard the condom in the small trash can beside the door.
“I’ll change that garbage bag before I leave,” he says.
“I’m going to have to tell her,” I say, pulling my underwear up. “I’ll have to do some laundry for sure.” I gesture to the disheveled, dirty sheets. 
“Yeah, I know. She’s nosy, so I bet she’d figure it out regardless,” he laughs. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need. With the cleanup.”
The party noise is more subdued, but it sounds like the majority of guests are still here. The small digital alarm clock beside the bed reads 1:15 AM. 
“Wanna just wait it out?” I ask, straightening out the sheets just enough to crawl under them. “I promised Penelope I’d help her clean up, anyway.”
Spencer slips in beside me and I snuggle into his side, draping my leg over his and wrapping an arm across his chest. 
“I much prefer it in here,” he says, pressing his lips to my temple. 
I kiss him one last time, long and tender, before resting my head on his shoulder. I don’t even get a word out of my mouth before I crash once more.
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A sharp knock on the door jolts me and Spencer from our very deep slumber. Morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. I rub my eyes, swiping away the remnants of such a sleep. On the plus side, I feel fucking fantastic. Spencer sits up and stretches his arms above his head.
Another knock. Much harder.
“[Y/N]?” Penelope asks through the door.
We hop out of bed to hurriedly finish redressing ourselves.
“Shit, I fell asleep last night! I’m sorry, Pen!” I yell to her.
“Is…Spencer still in there with you?”
“Yes,” I say, annoyed. “Happy now?”
“I cleared off some space on the counter and started making breakfast whenever you two are dressed!”
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ribbonskiss · 3 days ago
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Okay I’m too scatterbrained rn to write two long fics at the same time so instead here’s some brother’s best friend!Oscar headcanons:
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You’ve known each other for a loooong, long time, way before either of you were smart enough to understand what feelings are. It makes for some funny situations down the line, especially when you’re older and in high school and questions about the exact nature of your relationship with him start to arise. Your instinctive reaction was always something along the lines of “what? Ew! Oscar’s just Oscar, he’s my Oscar.” People assume those words imply he’s a sort of quasi-third sibling in your family, but even that’s not right. You’ve never liked it when they describe him as that. It makes you feel weird, so it’s wrong, he’s not a sibling, he’s just your Oscar.
Other high school developments: Oscar and your older brother end up becoming sort of popular, both being high achievers who try out for student council, the sports teams, etc. It turns out that Oscar cleans up well; he’s never been very rowdy anyway, but he’s certainly the quieter, more modest boy compared to your brother’s great bravado. The girls in your grade are certainly smitten by both upperclassmen. They ask you for favours: they want to know how best to approach them, want you to put in a good word for them. Your brother finds it funny, but Oscar doesn’t see the humour in it. “Don’t speak to them,” he tells you, a stern look on his face. “It’s not right. You’re not a pawn, and I would never date a girl who does that to you.”
It’s not like you don’t have your number of suitors, either. Oscar’s not the kind to get physical or resolve to threatening, but that doesn’t mean he can’t find other ways to scare guys away from approaching you. Towards the end of high school, you start going to the same parties. While your brother is eager to shake you off his back and moves almost immediately to another room, Oscar is happy to hover around you, a constant reminder to any sleazy boys with the nerve to hit on you that to get to you, they’d have to get through your brother and him. Does it work? Absolutely. He comes home for your graduation, and mere days before it you tearfully confess to him that you’re gutted you’d be ending your high school days without even having so much as gone on a single date. He encircles his arms around your waist, holding you tightly before wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Most people aren’t good enough for you,” he explains. “So it’s okay that you haven’t had these experiences yet. You deserve only the best. Trust me.” Soon enough anyway, you’d be off to university, mingling with all kinds of people. He knows it’ll be good for you, but he feels strangely queasy, imagining you going home with someone else. It’s a feeling he hasn’t been able to put words to for years.
Break comes, and he visits your family. You’ve come back from your first semester looking absolutely radiant. He’s so happy. Happy to see that you’ve blossomed, becoming so self-assured and comfortable with yourself, the warmth he’s always felt in you now blooming into something everyone can see. And as selfish as it is, he’s so glad you don’t have a boyfriend.
And you’re so glad somehow no girl’s managed to impress him still, even as he’s going onto his 2nd year now. Truthfully, Oscar doesn’t think any girl could measure up to you. He’d get drunk, kiss a girl, but the moment his hand brushes over her hair, it just makes him think about how the strands of it don’t feel like yours. It’s like you haunt him. But he doesn’t mind.
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As always, feel free to leave any thoughts in my askbox! Happy new year everyone <3
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lovelyjj · 2 days ago
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can u pls do younger sister! reader of jj where he comforts her cause she's scared of the fireworks from New years
New Years
jj maybank x younger!sister!reader
a/n: sorry this sucks
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Everyone you knew always made a big deal about new years. Every year it made you nervous. You hated the fireworks. They were too loud and it hurt your ears. The loud booms gave you anxiety. It practically sent you into a panic attack. You were seriously dreading new years. It was the morning on new year’s eve, the calm before the storm.
“So what’s the plan for today?” You asked your brother.
“Hmm I think the pogues are gonna have a countdown here at the château.”
“Oh okay,” you replied.
You and the other pogues hung out for a while, for most of the day actually. Everything was going fine. You enjoyed the company. You loved your friends dearly. Everyone was buzzing and excited for the new year.
After the year you had you were excited for a fresh start. Constantly dodging your father and practically living at the château. Almost loosing your brother who is constantly on the bad side of the police. He’s adventurous and reckless and you love him but god you can’t stand the thought of loosing him some day.
JJ was always there for you. He was the best brother you could ever ask for. He truly cared for you and your friends. Not only was he your brother but he was your friend. He was protective and everything an older brother should be.
“So you got any new year’s resolutions?” John B asked JJ.
“Hmm, let’s see maybe win the Enduro and possibly go full kook.” JJ smiled.
“Sounds good,” John B replied.
“What about you Y/N, do you have any goals for this coming year,” John B turned towards you.
“I’m I haven’t really thought about it but maybe get better at surfing.”
“That’s a good one,” JJ commented.
You and the other pogues gathered outside around the fire. It was getting later and later and soon the countdown was about to begin. Kiara got her phone out and started the countdown.
“10!”
“9!”
“8!”
“7!”
“6!”
“5!”
“4!”
“3!”
“2!”
“1!”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“Ahhh!” you screamed.
“Happy New Year!” Everyone shouted.
There was an onslaught of fireworks. They were everywhere and they were super loud. The giant booms made your heart quicken in pace. Your palms got all sweaty and you covered your ears trying to drown out the noise but it was no use.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” JJ asked looking at you concerned.
“The fireworks I hate them, they scare me,” you told JJ.
“Hey no need to be scared I’m right here and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
JJ put his arm around you and took you into the house. He sat you down in the kitchen and started to make you a cup of tea. The warm mug sat in front of you and you sipped it from time to time. “Thanks J.”
“You’re welcome.”
BOOM!
You flinched and cursed. “Fuck, I hate those high pitched screaming ones.”
“Don’t swear,” JJ scolded.
“You do it all the time,” you countered.
“Yeah well don’t be like me I’m an idiot.”
“No you’re not.”
*BOOM!*
You covered your face with your hands and you were shaking. JJ felt terrible and he wanted to do whatever he could to help you feel better.
“The fireworks won’t last forever.” JJ tried.
“Seems like they will,” you replied.
*BOOM!*
“Ahh!”
“God dammit those fuckers,” JJ yelled.
Then JJ looked at your face that was close to tears and he softened.
“shh s’okay,” JJ soothed.
JJ gave you a bear hug and then patted your shoulder. “Why don’t you go lay down in my bed and try to sleep.”
“Okay.”
Eventually the fireworks subsided and you were able to catch a few winks of sleep. JJ helped you through it because he’s always been the best big brother ever and you were really lucky to have him.
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n0vazsq · 3 days ago
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Here with me | Joao Felix x Reader
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pairing . . . joao felix x gf!reader
summary . . . When you're scared about the swarm of fans outside the stadium, Joao comforts you and lets you know it's going to be alright
request . . . yes!! based on this request!
word count . . . 1.2k+
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . N/A
alexavia yaps . . . HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!!!!!! this took me way longer than it should've
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. . . The stadium loomed ahead, its towering lights cutting through the evening sky as fans gathered in droves, their excitement buzzing like electricity in the air.
Joao held your hand firmly, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin. Despite his calm demeanor, he could sense your unease as you approached the entrance.
"Hey, you’re quiet," he said softly, glancing at you. His eyes, warm and attentive, searched your face for any sign of what was troubling you.
You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. "Just a little nervous. That’s all."
He stopped walking, gently pulling you aside so you weren’t caught in the flow of fans rushing toward the gates. "Nervous about what? Talk to me," he urged, his voice low and steady.
You hesitated, glancing around at the crowd. Fans were decked out in jerseys, scarves, and painted faces, their energy visible as they chanted and cheered. While Joao thrived in this atmosphere, it was overwhelming for you.
"It’s just… a lot of people," you admitted. "And I’ve seen how fans can get sometimes. I don’t want to ruin your focus before the match."
Joao’s brows knitted together, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "You could never ruin anything. And if this is too much, we don’t have to do it like this. Let’s figure it out together, okay?"
You nodded, comforted by his sincerity. "I’ll be okay. I just need a second."
He scanned the area and spotted a quieter corner near the entrance, away from the bustling crowd. Without a word, he guided you there, positioning himself so his body acted as a barrier between you and the arena of fans.
"Better?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
"Yeah," you said, your voice soft. "Thanks, Joao."
"Don’t thank me. I’m here for you," he said, his lips forming into a small smile. He tilted his head, studying you with that familiar, thoughtful expression that made your heart ache in the best way.
"You know, you’re my priority," he continued. "Not the fans, not the match. You. Always."
You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him that his career was important and you didn’t want to get in the way, but he shook his head as if reading your mind. "I mean it," he said firmly. "If you’re not okay, nothing else matters."
The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You felt a lump rise in your throat, and you swallowed hard, fighting back tears. "I just don’t want to be a distraction," you murmured.
"You’re not a distraction," he said, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was warm, grounding you in the moment. "You’re my support. My love. You think I could do all this without you?"
His words hit deep, and the weight on your chest began to lift. You placed your hands over his, leaning into his touch. "Thank you," you whispered.
"For what?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Loving you? That’s the easiest thing in the world."
A soft laugh escaped you, and Joao’s smile widened at the sound. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Come on," he said, lacing his fingers with yours again. "Let’s get inside. If anyone bothers you, I’ll handle it. Okay?"
"Okay," you said, feeling a new found sense of reassurance as you walked toward the gates together.
As you approached the VIP entrance, a small group of fans noticed Joao. Their faces lit up, and they began calling his name, waving and holding up jerseys for him to sign. You tensed, instinctively stepping closer to him.
Joao noticed immediately. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before turning to the fans with a polite but firm smile. "I’ll sign a few, but please give us some space," he said, his tone calm yet stern.
The fans nodded eagerly, and Joao quickly signed a couple of jerseys and took a few pictures. Throughout it all, he kept one hand on your back, a silent reminder that he was there for you.
Suddenly, as Joao was finishing up with one fan, another fan, who was a man with a phone outstretched, pushed toward you aggressively.
The fan’s actions startled you, and you stumbled back slightly, your back hitting the wall quite aggressively, heart racing. Without hesitation, Joao stepped in front of you, his body shielding yours completely.
"Hey!" Joao’s voice was sharp, cutting through the havoc. He gave the fan a glare that could freeze fire. "That’s enough! Back off!"
The fan looked taken aback, his phone still in hand. "I just wanted-"
"No," Joao interrupted, his tone firm and unwavering. "You’re making her uncomfortable. Show some respect."
The surrounding fans fell silent, watching the exchange. The man hesitated before lowering his phone and retreating into the crowd, muttering an apology. Joao turned to the rest of the group, his protective stance never faltering. "Thank you for understanding. That’s it for now."
He then turned back to you, his hands immediately finding your arms. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"I’m okay," you managed, though your voice wavered slightly. The adrenaline and shock of the moment had left you shaken.
Joao’s eyes softened, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. "I’m so sorry you had to deal with that," he murmured against your hair. "I won’t let anyone treat you like that again."
You clung to him, his embrace grounding you. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.
"Always," he replied, his tone full of love. "Let’s get inside."
Once inside the stadium, the noise of the crowd was muffled, and the atmosphere felt less overwhelming. Joao led you to a private lounge, where you could watch the match in comfort and relative quiet.
"This is better, right?" he asked as you settled into the plush seats.
"Much better," you said, reaching for his hand. "Thank you."
Joao sat beside you, his arm draped over the back of your seat as he pulled you close. "You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you," he said softly.
After the match, Joao found you in the longue. He ran up to you, a huge grin on his face, and pulled you into his embrace.
You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and content for the first time that evening. As the minutes passed, you found yourself relaxing more and more, Joao’s presence a constant source of comfort.
The whole time, Joao was staring at you, his eyes full of warmth and love. When you two pulled back, he turned to you with a grin, the excitement lighting up his face. "Did you see that goal?" he asked, his joy contagious.
"I did," you said, laughing as his enthusiasm pulled you further out of your trance.
By the end of the night, your earlier anxiety felt like a distant memory. Joao had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world who mattered, and tonight was no exception.
"See? We survived," he said, his tone teasing.
"Thanks to you," you replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Joao’s smile softened, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Always," he murmured. "I’ll always take care of you."
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winchesterwild78 · 4 hours ago
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Unspoken Words pt 3
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Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, other characters
Warnings: fluff, mention of physical restraint, a little angst, child illness
A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This one is about a single mother with a nonverbal autistic daughter who loves Supernatural. The reader is going to a Supernatural Convention with her daughter and things unfold from there. The daughter character is near and dear to my heart. I have someone very close to me who is nonverbal, but he’s such an amazing kid. 
This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is single in this story. 
All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 
Minors DNI 18+
Later that morning we got ready for the last day of the convention. Jensen ended up letting Lily keep his shirt because she refused to let it go. She wore it to the convention and was upset when I tried to take it. 
Jensen knelt down, “Lily, do you like my shirt?” She smiled, but didn’t look at him. She gripped the shirt tighter. “Well, I tell ya what, you can keep it as long as I get to come visit you and it.” She smiled wider, “Jensen?” He chuckled, “Yeah, Jensen.” He kissed the top of her head and I stood smiling. 
“I guess I have to keep coming around, visitation and all.” He smiled as he walked up to me. He placed a soft kiss on my lips before walking out to the stage. The handler with him softly gasped, looking between Jensen and I. We watched his panel from the back and Lily got a few more pictures with some of the cast. She clung to Jensen whenever he was around. He didn’t seem to mind, because he took her around to meet everyone like she was his. It made my heart swell. When it was time to leave Lily cried. Jensen held her tightly, “Hey, I promise I’ll see you tomorrow. Your mom is taking you to the park, and I’m gonna tag along.” She squealed, “Jensen play?” He nodded, “Yeah, I’m going to play.” 
The end of the convention came faster than I wanted it to. Lily had an amazing time and it was the day of the first concert. Since I wouldn’t see Lily tonight I wanted to spend the day with her. I had already planned a trip to the park, and Jensen wanted to tag along. He wasn’t going to be able to stay all day with us since he had to go do his sound checks, but I was thankful he was coming even for a little bit.
Annie, Mrs. Jones was keeping Lily tonight, and I wanted to make sure Lily was calm and ready. So taking her to the park and having a picnic always seemed to calm her. 
Jensen met us at the park and as soon as Lily saw Jensen she ran to him. ‘Mama, Jensen!” She threw her arms around him and grabbed my hand. “Hey Lily, hey sweetheart.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips and one on the top of her head. 
Lily giggled and ran towards the swings. “Well I guess we better go after her.” He said taking my hand in his. I looked down at my hand in his and then back to him. “Is this okay?” He asked softly. I nodded with a smile, “More than okay, Jensen. It’s perfect.” 
We went to the swings and Jensen pushed Lily. Her legs swinging wildly and her giggles filling the air. I had never seen her react to anyone like she had with him. She was a totally different child with him around and it made my heart happy, but I was scared too. 
What if whatever this is between Jensen and I didn’t work out. Was this just something to pass the time, or was this going to develop into something more. 
I’d see the women he had dated, and I definitely didn’t look like them. Hell, I have extra weight all over, I like to eat and I’m not what most would consider gorgeous. Somehow he sees past all that and thinks I’m beautiful. 
Jensen has a way of making me feel seen, wanted and desired. It scared the hell out of me. The last man that made me feel like that knocked me up and left me. 
Now with Lily, I had to be extra careful who I let in our lives. She loved Jensen, I could already tell he was quickly becoming one of her people. I knew he and I had to have a conversation, but I wasn’t exactly sure how to approach it. 
A little while later Lily was getting hungry, so I grabbed the blanket and basket and walked back to Lily and Jensen. They were running around playing tag and I set up the food. 
Lily ran to me and sat down between Jensen and I. “Mama, eat. Please.” “Wow, she’s talking more and more. Jensen, this is incredible.” He placed his hand on mine, “Yeah it is.” 
I handed Lily her food and picked at mine. Jensen was eating, then noticed I wasn’t. “Hey, you okay?” “Um, yeah. Just thinking about this, well, us.” 
“Well, I’m all ears. What’s on your mind?” 
“I just want to know where this is going. If it’s just a way to pass the time, I get it, but I can’t do that to Lily. If it’s something more I just need to know. I like you Jensen, I really do. I just can’t make decisions for myself anymore, Lily’s well being is my priority. Besides, you’re Jensen Ackles, and I’m well, me.” 
Jensen sat his food down and cupped my face, “Y/N, I don’t want this to be just a way to pass the time. I want you, I want to be in Lily’s life. The other night when we kissed I felt something I hadn’t in a really long time. Being with you and Lily feels comfortable, like home. I know we have things we have to figure out, but I want to figure it out together.” 
He leaned forward and kissed me. Soft at first and then his hands slipped in my hair and he deepened the kiss. 
Jensen’s phone went off signaling it was time for him to leave. My heart sank. “Guess I need to go. I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight. I can’t wait to see rockstar Jensen in action. He laughed, kissed me quickly and hugged Lily goodbye, then left. 
A little while later Lily and I left to head home. I gave her a bath, got her packed and I took her to Annie. I kissed her goodbye and left to head home. 
Walking in the house it was quiet. I jumped in the shower and got ready for the concert. I snapped a picture and sent it to Jensen.
Me: Almost ready. Can’t wait to see you. *1 image attached*
Jensen: Damn, sweetheart. You look incredible. I can’t wait to see you. Just a heads up, my parents are going to be there. 
I swallowed hard. Did he want me to meet them? Should I say hello? Maybe he was telling me that because he was planning on keeping his distance. I took a deep breath, deciding to just let whatever unfold. 
Me: That’s great they still come and support the things you do. I bet your mom is going to take a lot of pictures too. 
Jensen: Oh I know she is. She’s always taking pictures of me. 
Me: That’s what moms do. Let her be proud of her baby. She earned it. 
Jensen 😀 yeah, she’s a great mom. Just like you. 😙
Me: 😊 thank you. See you soon.
Jensen: Be careful.
Sarah came and picked me up and we headed to the venue. The space was intimate, but I could feel the electricity in the air. I overheard a few people talking about Jensen’s parents being there, but I couldn’t figure out who they were talking about. I’d seen pictures of his parents, but that was years ago. I was sure they had changed some since the pictures. 
I was standing near the bar with Sarah when I felt my phone buzz.
Jensen: Hey baby. You look amazing. We’re about to go on, I’ll see you after the concert. 
Me: I can’t wait. Break a leg, Jens. 😘
Sarah and I walked towards the stage and got pretty close. I was so excited and nervous as hell. The lights went down and the stage lights went on, the crowd roared. 
Jensen and Steve took the stage with the rest of the band. Steve started talking, thanking everyone for being there. He and Jensen bantered back and forth and then started singing. 
Jensen’s voice was smooth like whiskey. The crowd around me disappeared as I focused on him. He saw me, smiled and winked. I of course blushed. As I turned to talk to Sarah I saw Jensen’s mom off to the other side of the stage, taking pictures and videos. A smile spread across my face. 
I took a picture of her and sent it to Jensen.
Me: *1 image sent* Now this is the face of an incredibly proud mother. ♥️
The concert was incredible and before I knew it Sarah and I were being ushered backstage. 
We were shown to a room and before the door opened I heard Jensen’s voice. The man walking us back opened the door and Jensen saw me as soon as the door opened. 
He jumped up, walked up to us and kissed me. Taking me by surprise. When we pulled apart everyone was staring. Jensen smirked, “Guess the cats out of the bag, guys, this is Y/N and her friend Sarah, Y/N, Sarah, this is everyone.” I nodded, blushed and said hello. 
Steve immediately jumped up and pulled me into a hug, “So this is the woman who has captured this guy’s heart. I’ve heard so much about you and your daughter, Lily.” I hugged him back and looked over at Jensen who was smiling and blushing a little. 
After Steve chatted with me for a bit, his attention turned to Sarah. The two of them sat on the couch talking while Jensen and I talked to some of the other band members. We talked to Angela and Sheree and they gushed over Lily’s pictures. Especially the ones with Jensen. 
I told Jensen I needed to use the restroom, so he told me where it was. I stood and walked out of the room and down the hallway. As I got to the bathroom I noticed a man standing by the men’s room door. 
I thought it was strange since the bar was closed, but I assumed he worked there. 
I went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later. The man was still standing there, and I made eye contact with him. “Hey sweetheart, what’s got you here so late?” “Oh, I’m just here with my boyfriend. He’s in the band.”
My heart hammered in my chest. I looked back towards the door, hoping someone would come out but I didn’t see anyone. 
He stepped closer to me and I could smell the alcohol on him. “If you were my girlfriend I wouldn’t let a pretty thing like you out of my sight. Especially in a bar. Lots of bad things can happen.” As he said that he stepped closer, caging me between the wall and his arms. 
“I really should get back. I’m sure he’s ready to leave.” I was terrified and didn’t know if I should scream or what to do. I stood frozen. 
He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him and he leaned in closer. Tears started to fall from my face. His hot breath blowing over my face and all I could think about was Jensen’s smile and how I wanted him to be here. 
I tried to turn my face away, but he held it in place. The pain of his fingers gripping my face was becoming overwhelming. 
He leaned closer and as he was about to kiss me the door to the room swung open. Jensen stepped out, looked up and saw me. 
“Y/N!” I swear he flew down the hall. Within a second the man was pinned to the other wall and Sarah had me wrapped in her arms. I crumbled to the ground crying. 
The bouncers of the bar grabbed the man and took him out, Jensen was by my side.
“Y/N, are you hurt? Oh baby. I’m so sorry. I should have gone with you. Shhh, you’re safe now. I’ve got you.” He held me tight. My fear started to melt away. I wrapped myself into his arms and held onto his shirt tightly. 
He helped me up and we walked outside. Sarah walked out with our stuff, “Jensen, I think I should get her home. She’ll be okay. I won’t leave her alone tonight.” 
He nodded, but didn’t let go. I wouldn’t let go either. “Sweetheart, let Sarah take you home. I’m gonna grab my stuff and I’ll be over, okay.” I nodded. Sarah helped me to the car, Jensen was loading his stuff as we pulled off. 
Sarah held my hand the whole way to the house. “Y/N, I am so sorry. I should have gone with you. Are you okay?” I just nodded. “Sarah, it’s not your fault. We had no way of knowing what was going to happen. I’m okay.” 
She just nodded. I knew she still blamed herself. 
We pulled up at the house and we went inside. About 5 minutes later Jensen pulled up. I went to take a shower while Jensen and Sarah stayed in the living room. 
“Sarah, is she okay? He didn’t do anything to her did he?” “She’s okay. No. I think he just grabbed her and tried to kiss her. We got to her in time.” He just nodded. His jaw tightened with rage, but his focus was me. 
I heard their muffled voices, but couldn’t hear what they were saying. I knew they both blamed themselves. 
I stood under the hot water, trying to clean the feeling of his hands off me. Nothing was washing away the memory. I cried and couldn’t stop crying. I slid down the wall and cried. 
I felt like I failed Jensen by letting another man get that close to touch me. Me going to the bathroom alone was a stupid move. If Sarah had to go I would have gone with her. 
Jensen and Sarah were sitting in the living room drinking and talking. Jensen’s leg nervously shook. He looked at his watch and realized I had been in the bathroom awhile. 
Sarah noticed too. She placed her hand on his leg, “Hey, I’ll go check on her, okay?” He nodded, “Thanks, Sarah.” 
She got up and walked to the bathroom, “Hey sweetie, are you okay in there?” I couldn’t answer. “Y/N, I’m coming in.” She pushed open the door and walked over, finding me crying. Reaching and turning off the water she grabbed a towel, “Oh sweetie.” She wrapped the towel around me and called for Jensen.
Jensen jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He saw me in tears and Sarah holding me. I looked at her and then at him. My voice barely a whisper, “I’m so sorry, Jensen.” He looked at me and then Sarah, “Sweetheart, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 
They helped me to my room and Sarah grabbed me some clean clothes. Jensen sat on the bed holding me. I leaned into him, taking in his warmth and his scent. 
“Sweetheart, I’m going to step out and let you change. I’ll be right back.” I nodded, but really didn’t want him to leave. Jensen stepped in the hallway with Sarah and I changed. 
I opened the door and went straight into Jensen’s arms again. His arms pulled me in tight and held me. Sarah touched my arm, “sweetie, I’m going to the guest room if you need me. Jensen’s going to stay in here with you tonight, okay?” I looked at her and then at Jensen and nodded. 
Jensen and I walked into my room, he pulled the blanket back and we crawled into bed. He snaked his arm around me and pulled me flush to his chest. He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head. “I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re safe. You’ll always be safe with me.” 
Sleep quickly took over as I laid in Jensen’s arms. 
*Slight time jump to the 2nd concert*
The night of the 2nd concert I was more aware of the surroundings. Jensen had Sarah and I close to the stage and would keep an eye on us. He had a bouncer near us the whole night. 
The air conditioning in the building went out so it was extra hot in the building. Jensen was sweating but good lord did he look hot. I was completely mesmerized by him. 
I felt my body responding to him, and it excited and terrified me. Last night when he held me, everything felt perfect. I was starting to fall for him fast. 
The crowd was even more wild tonight and the way he looked, standing under the hot lights, hair damp from the sweat and his body glistening from the sweat trickling down his neck made my heart beat fast. 
The fan on the stage blew his hair back and when he ran his fingers through his hair I felt my knees go weak. I bit my lip to stifle the moan leaving my mouth. 
Sarah smirked and leaned over “He’s hot isn’t he.” I looked at her and smiled. I nodded yes. Jensen looked over at me and smiled and blew a kiss. I blushed. Sarah laughed, “That man has it bad for you.” I leaned over, “Yeah, I’ve got it bad for him too.” 
Jensen and I looked at each other again and I could see the jolt of energy run through him. He bounced on his feet and danced around the stage. It was amazing watching him. 
By the end of the night I was hot, sweaty and exhausted. Jensen kissed me good night. Our lips and hands lingered a bit longer than before. “I’ll call you tomorrow sweetheart, let me know when you have Lily. Maybe we can grab some lunch or I can come over.” 
I nodded, “Okay. Good night, Jensen.” “Good night, darlin’.” He kissed me again and I got in the car. I sighed softly and Sarah smiled. “Y/N, I’m really happy for you. You deserve this. He’s a really great guy, and Steve isn’t half bad either.” 
“Wait, what?” She smiled, “Yeah, we hit it off last night and exchanged numbers. We have a date Saturday night.” “Oh, Sarah. I’m so happy for you.” “Thanks, I would have never met him if it wasn’t for you. So, thank you.” 
Sarah dropped me off and went home. I sent Jensen a text.
Me: Hey. Just wanted to let you know I got home safely, and did you know Sarah and Steve have a date?
Jensen: Glad you made it home safely. I just got home myself. Yeah. He just told me. He’s a great guy. I promise. 
Me: He better be or I’ll have to beat him up. 
Jensen: I bet you would too. I’m heading to the shower. I’ll see you and Lily later.
Me: Thanks for the image. 😉 I can’t wait to see you later. Lily is going to be so excited. 
Jensen: You’re welcome darlin’, now get some sleep. Good night.
Me: Good night, Jensen.
I jumped in the shower and let my mind drift to the events of the past few days. Going to the convention and everything that’s happened has been a dream come true. 
Jensen has been incredible and above everything Lily talking has been the greatest thing I could have ever asked for. 
The next morning after I got ready I went to pick up Lily. She was excited to see me, but didn’t talk much. Annie said she did great, but she noticed Lily being a bit more reserved last night. “The first night she talked more, last night she seemed a bit off. I’m not sure if it was her missing you or missing someone else.” 
I thanked her and took Lily home. She still had Jensen’s shirt around her and her stuffies he bought her. She wandered around the house looking for something. 
“Lily, honey, are you okay?’’ She just kept walking around. Lily searched every room and when she came back to the living room she was upset. 
“Lily, what are you looking for?” She just grunted. I reached for her and she felt hot. My first thought was the shirt so I tried to take it off of her. 
She cried, “Okay baby you can keep it on. Are you looking for Jensen, honey?” Her big beautiful eyes flicked to mine, for the first time in a long time she made eye contact with me. “Jensen?” 
“He’s at home baby, he’ll be by later.” She started to cry. My heart ached for her, “Baby, he had a late night. He said he’s coming by later to spend the afternoon with us.”
When I placed my hand on her face she was burning up. I grabbed the thermometer and she had a fever of 104.2, I grabbed her and my stuff and we headed to the hospital.
I tried to call Sarah, but it went right to voicemail. I panicked. I called the only other person I could think of, Jensen. 
His groggy voice answered, “Hey sweetheart. Good morning.” “Jensen, I’m so sorry to wake you up, but it’s Lily.” 
He sat straight up in bed, “What’s wrong?” I could hear his panic too, even though he was trying to stay calm. 
“I’m heading to the hospital. Her temperature is over 104. I’m so scared.” “I’m on my way baby.” 
He grabbed his clothes and bolted out the door, speeding towards the hospital. When he arrived at the emergency department he saw me and ran up to me, taking me and Lily in his arms. 
She clung to him and cried. “Shh, I’m here baby girl. We’re going to get you better.” 
The nurse called us back and they started hooking her up to the machines. Tears streamed down my face. The doctor did his examination and ordered some tests. 
Jensen and I sat with Lily, he was holding her in his arms, and holding my hand. I had my other hand on her. She had finally drifted off to sleep in his arms after the medication they gave her to bring her fever down some. 
The doctor came back a few hours later and told us all the tests came back normal. He wasn’t sure why her fever was so high but they wanted to keep her in the hospital for a few days just to be sure. We thanked him and he left. 
We waited for them to transfer her to the pediatric floor. I sat and cried. Jensen held me, “It’s okay baby. She’s going to be fine. She’s in the best place she can be right now.” 
“I know, I’m just scared. This is so hard.” He kissed my forehead, “I know baby. I messaged Steve and he and Sarah are bringing some food. You need to eat to keep up your strength. I’m going to run by your house and get some things for you, then run by mine. I’ll be back by the time she’s moved.” 
“Jensen, you don’t have to come back, I know you’re busy.” “I want to come back, I’m not leaving you alone in this. You two mean too much to me.” 
I nodded, he kissed me and then kissed Lily’s head. “I’ll be back, sweetheart.” 
I sat holding my baby girl and thinking about the man who just walked out of the room. I couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky the two of us were to be loved by him. He didn’t have to say it, but I knew, because I felt the same way. I was falling deeper in love with him too. 
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tornadoyoungiron · 2 days ago
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Hello Tumblr, it’s been a while.
First of all, wishing everyone a Happy New Year! Hoping that 2025 has been good so far and for the rest of the solar cycle <3 The past few months have been a little rough for me, as I have been dealing with some behind-the-scenes stuff, though I will be fine, don’t you worry. I’ve been through far worse.  
Unfortunately, it means that I’ve lost the passion for Young Iron, I honestly think that the passion has been dwindling for a long time now, since at least May 2024. I think it was a factor of a lot of things; my hyperfixation slowly waning, feeling like the story losing its focus and getting out of hand plus noticing that a lot of my ideas were being copied. 
To clarify, I don’t mind if people take ideas I put forward in my writing, in fact, I do encourage it and love seeing what people come up with. It excites me and inspires me to write more. I want people to be creative and to be inspired to write their own stories, hell their own Tornado’s because you can never have enough Tornado’s in the world. 
However, my issues started after introducing and talking about future concepts of my stories with others and having people immediately ask if they could take and use these concepts/characters in their own AUs before I could even write them into my own started to discourage me. This is one of the reasons why all the posts on Broken Records have been deleted and I removed myself from most of the ttte groups I was in. I wanted to discuss my ideas with others, not have them immediately stolen for other people’s AUs.
It’s disheartening to not be able to flesh out my own characters or ideas before someone comes in and takes the idea away to make their own. Maybe I’m being petty or perhaps a bit protective, I don’t know, but it felt rude to me. 
That being said, please don’t be scared to post and continue writing stuff inspired by Young Iron. If you want to write stories about any of the characters I’ve introduced in the Young Iron stories, please feel free to go right on ahead and even tag me if you want. I really do genuinely love this kinda stuff, it might even inspire me to come back.
Either way, I still do have plans to finish Young Iron. In Pursuit of Self was always going to be the last in the series, I want the series it to have a definitive end, unlike my previous series with Godzilla which just randomly dropped off. I want to finish it but when things are looking up and things have gotten better.
In other news, Transformers One really got me into a Transformer’s hyper fixation so you might see some new things in regards to the Transformers franchise. (Probably not ONE related but you never know.)
Wishing all my followers and mutuals a wonderful 2025! 
Stay Safe, smooth running and dry rails!
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Could I request a George Weasley x reader where reader and George are about to get married and on the day of the wedding she disappears for a bit because she went to place flowers on her parents grave, and when she comes back he goes running to her? with a fluffy ending please, also Fred lives
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Forever and always
Summary: On their wedding day, George comforts his bride after finding her placing flowers on her parents' grave, reminding her that their love and future together will always honor the ones she’s lost.
Genre: fluff, little angst
TW: mention of death
A/N: gotta love the wedding trope!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!
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The morning of your wedding dawned crisp and golden, the spring sunlight casting a soft glow over the Burrow’s garden. The Weasleys, as expected, had outdone themselves. Fairy lights twinkled in the trees, flowers bloomed in every shade imaginable, and an archway covered in soft white roses stood ready to frame the ceremony.
Inside the Burrow, Molly bustled around with her usual energy, fixing last-minute details and shooing the kids away from the snack table. Fred was sulking in a corner after being caught trying to charm the cake to sing a congratulatory song mid-ceremony, but George was nowhere to be seen.
Neither were you.
You stood at the edge of the clearing, just out of sight of the house, clutching a small bouquet of wildflowers in trembling hands. Excitement and love coursed through you, but so did a pang of sadness. Your parents had always dreamed of this day, yet they weren’t here to see it.
So, before you walked down the aisle, you needed to see them.
With quiet determination, you slipped away toward the small graveyard just beyond the garden. The bouquet shook slightly in your hands as you knelt before your parents' grave.
"Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad," you whispered, your voice soft but steady. "Today’s the day. I’m marrying George. He’s everything I ever dreamed of—kind, funny, and just the most wonderful person. You would’ve loved him."
Tears pricked at your eyes as you placed the flowers gently on the ground. "I wish you were here to walk me down the aisle, Dad. And, Mum, I wish you could see how happy I am. But I know you’re watching over me."
You stayed there for a moment longer, letting the peace of the moment wash over you. But as you stood to leave, you froze.
"Y/N!"
George’s voice rang out, frantic and full of concern. When you turned, you saw him running toward you, his long legs carrying him over the uneven ground as fast as they could. His hair was windswept, his tie slightly askew, and his freckled face was flushed with worry.
"George," you said softly, a lump forming in your throat.
He skidded to a stop in front of you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Bloody hell, love, you scared me. I couldn’t find you anywhere! Fred and Ginny were ready to tear the place apart looking for you."
"I’m sorry," you murmured, reaching out to take his hand. "I just... I needed to come here first." You gestured toward the grave, your voice trembling. "To see my parents."
George’s expression softened immediately, the worry in his eyes replaced by understanding. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he could shield you from all the pain in the world.
"You should’ve told me," he whispered into your hair. "I’d have come with you."
You buried your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent. "I didn’t want to trouble you. Today’s supposed to be perfect."
George pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands cradling your face. "Y/N, you’re my everything. If this is what you needed, it’s part of our perfect day." He glanced at the grave and then back at you. "Do you think they’d like me?"
A tearful laugh escaped your lips. "They’d adore you. Mum would think you’re hilarious, and Dad would’ve loved talking Quidditch with you."
"Good," George said, smiling softly. "Because I promise to spend the rest of my life loving you enough for all of us. You, me, and the family we’ll make together—that’s all I need."
Your tears fell freely now, but they were tears of love and gratitude. "I love you, George."
"I love you, too," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
He offered you his arm. "Shall we? There’s a certain twin of mine threatening to hex me if I don’t marry you soon."
You laughed, looping your arm through his. "Let’s not keep him waiting, then."
Together, you walked back toward the Burrow. As the two of you approached the garden, Fred let out a loud cheer. "There they are! Thought you’d gotten cold feet, Y/N!"
"Not a chance," George shot back, his grin wide as he led you to the altar. "I’ve got the best girl in the world, and I’m not letting her go."
The ceremony was beautiful, every moment a testament to the love you and George shared. As you exchanged vows, the sunlight seemed to shine a little brighter, and when George kissed you, it felt as though the entire world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you.
Later, during the reception, George pulled you close during your first dance, his voice soft and full of promise. "Forever, Y/N. It’s you and me, always."
And as you rested your head on his shoulder, surrounded by the laughter and love of the Weasley family, you knew there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be.
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"Once upon a time, in a quiet village by the sea, there was a horse named Thunder. Thunder was big, strong, and… very grumpy. He didn’t like the sun, he didn’t like the rain, and he especially didn’t like anyone telling him what to do. He would stomp his hooves and snort whenever someone came near. The villagers called him “The Evil Horse” because he scared everyone away with his big, angry neighs.But, far beneath the waves of the sparkling sea, lived a fish named Bubbles. Bubbles was small, round, and the silliest fish you’d ever meet. He loved to tell jokes, do flips, and wear seaweed hats. He was always giggling and splashing around, making everyone in the ocean laugh.
One sunny morning, Thunder stomped down to the beach, causing the ground to shake. “Stay away from me!” he snorted. “I’m the evil horse, and I don’t like anyone!” Bubbles, who was swimming near the shore, heard Thunder’s loud stomps and decided to investigate. He popped his head out of the water and wiggled his fins. “Why are you so grumpy?” Bubbles asked, giggling as he made a silly face. “You look like you just ate a lemon!” Thunder’s eyes widened. “I am not grumpy!” he growled. “I’m evil! And I don’t like anyone!”
Bubbles swam around him in circles, splashing water everywhere. “But being grumpy is no fun! I think you need a laugh, Mr. Horse! How about this?” And before Thunder could say anything, Bubbles did the silliest thing! He flipped upside down, blew a bubble, and then made it float above Thunder’s head. The bubble sparkled in the sun like a rainbow. Then, Bubbles did a little dance—wiggling and twirling like he was on a stage. Thunder blinked. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice softening just a little.
“I’m dancing! I’m being silly!” Bubbles chirped. “You should try it! It’ll make you feel so much better! Come on, you can do it!” Thunder was confused. He had never danced before. In fact, he’d never done anything fun before! But when he saw Bubbles twirling and giggling, something strange happened. His grumpy face started to change. He felt a little smile coming on. “Okay… I’ll try,” Thunder said, hesitating.
So, with a deep breath, Thunder lifted one hoof and tried to shuffle sideways. Then he kicked his back legs in a funny way. He wasn’t sure if it looked like dancing, but it sure felt fun! Bubbles cheered. “Yay! You’re dancing! You’re doing it, Thunder!” The more Thunder danced, the more he laughed. He felt lighter and happier than he had ever felt before. Soon, Thunder was laughing and galloping around, doing funny spins and kicking his hooves in the air.
From that day on, Thunder was no longer the evil horse. He was the happy horse! And every day, Bubbles would come out of the water to teach him new dance moves and tell him jokes. And whenever the villagers saw Thunder and Bubbles together, they’d smile and say, “There goes the happiest horse and the silliest fish!" The end."
*lou is standing at the door, staring down at the floor, not saying anything. It’s not quite clear when she got there, but she looks distraught*
- @louellen-themagicgirl ((angst time!!))
Nikolai, who was busy, organizing books on the bookshelf, hadn't noticed her yet
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luzisahomosexual · 10 months ago
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SCHOOL BUS GRAVEYARD FASTPASS SPOILERS
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EP 75 GOT ME STIMMING SO HARD IT WAS SO ADORABLE I CANT-
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Aiden & Taylor hugging Ashlyn & refusing to let her go-😭🤚
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LOOK AT THEM BEING ALL ADORABLE & PLAYING MONOPOLY LIKE ITS FAMILY GAME NIGHT OR SMTH
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Does this found as a 4th wall break..?🤨 BUT OML SO CUTE
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OML STOP RN THIS IS EVERYTHING I CANT-
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STOP RN THEY HAVE MATCHING BRACELETS I CANT- Red…this better not be buttering us up so you can break our hearts soon…
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AGHFJOSOOFKFNFNDN STOP RN THEY R SO ADORABLE I FEEL LIKE IM GONNA BE PHYSICALLY SICK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH😭TRAUMA FAM💪
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