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dairy-farmer · 8 months ago

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I call this the Highlander Au! >:Dc There can Be Only One! (Unless he REALLY enjoys the process and the world stops going to shit for like... FIVE god damned minutes!) (The second is sadly unlikely)

Tim? Fully Cis gendered male. Not terribly ATTACHED to this, physically, but certainly identifies as Male and has a male body.

Maybe it's been all the near misses. The "all my friends fuckin DIED on my and I mentally spiraled like you wouldn't believe". Could be him finally reclaiming his life. Or yet another horrible mental spiral. Who knows!

But he's decided.

He wants to be a Dad. *sound of various Bats choking and/or dropping things*

Is even seeing anybody? Nope. How the FUCK is he gonna get a baby?! Oh, normal, Bat Paranoid fashion. Cloning tube. Same way Damian happened. He just needs to figure out the maternal DNA and he's golden. Figure out where to hide his tech to stop Villainous Baby Snatching Plots.

Because that's a very real concern.

No you can't talk him out of this. Timmy want himself a baby. Is already designing a nursery and studying child development books. Parenting manuals, getting those little animal onsies, lazer death grids to ward of Ra's ninjas. The works.

Bruce is off to the side, quietly having an aneurysm and choking to death on his own spit. Baby boy? Fatherhood? OFFSPRING!? Alone and not going to LET HIM HELP!? But why would he help!? Bad idea! But. But he needs to BE THERE to TAKE CARE of TIM and the future BABY! Aaaaaaaaa-!!!!!

It's a... "Fun" time. Dick is nearing a nervous breakdown. Bruce not far behind. Damians having Feelings(tm).

Then! At a Wayne Charity Event(tm)? Small glowing child. Looks alien. Is getting upset. People backing away IN A HURRY because they just watched this child WARP REALITY to turn the nearest table into candy.

Tim is there as the face of the family. A hero. Already feeling generally Paternal. Upset baby is Bad. So he goes in, dispite clear protests. Gets low and talks soothing.

But the alien Wants Her MOMMY!

And? Oh. Well there goes the protective amulets JLA Dark made for him. Now he's in an alien dress and? Very much no longer Cis. Guess he would have and DID inherent from his dad's side of the family, no boobs. Tiny. At least he got his mom's killer legs.

And the kiddo isn't scared any more. Since he "looks like mommy".

Except not even remotely, because she warps into being an HOUR later, looking for her daughter and is made of pure light. Thanks him. Doesn't FIX anything. And just leaves. Gee, thanks lady.

There were REPORTERS there. Tim Drake has tits now. Front page news. Great. Ra's is GOING to know and get WEIRD about it.

Tim shrugs. Off to Leslie we go, though. Check up time!

Yep. Full lady bits action. And, hey! Shiny new spleen! So that's nice.

It DOES change his plan though. He didn't, you know, collect any "samples" yet. But? Does... does he NEED too? He COULD concoct a story of "rich person hires mystic to get penis back" after going and getting magiced back.... OR?

He could have someone put a baby in him! *simultaneous Bat Choking Noises*

MUCH easier to defend. THEN he could be changed back, after the baby is weaned. The problem is who to trust? Ra's is ABSOLUTELY going to do everything in his power to get his seed inside Tim new puss. So a seed bank is out. And-

*hands slam on the table*

Obviously! We can't trust anyone outside this house! Villian plots and Ra's specifically! Bat paranoia! W-we will just have to make this sacrifice for you!

.....Weirdly intense, but okay.

Objection! Says Tim's newly no longer Dead team mates. Tim tried to CLONE Kon! OBVIOUSLY it should be Kon! And Bart! Bro Threesome! Let nature decide! (Then kid number 2 is the other Bro, is only FAIR)

ALSO a good point. He did have that promise, if one of them ever got turned into a girl. And a Kon baby WOULD be nice...

Shit! Grayson pulls "last of my legacy and I have so much to make up for" cards!

Is betrayed by his OWN FATHER (Bruce! How COULD YOU!?) Who plays "you saved me from the time steam and nearly died for me, let me help(emotional)" to devastating effect!

Cheating! Howls the Speedster! You're CHEATING!!!

And Tim stands there... kinda confused but finding he's actually Really In To This as people argue over how much THEY want to be the one to put a baby in him? He's never felt this badly WANTED. Desired.

He may not want to go through the whole "actually carrying a baby for 9 months then pushing one out" thing more then once.... but the fighting over him thing? This might be awaking something.

And, well, Kon already made a good point. Why try to control it? Let nature decide~

Everyone can help.

The argument stops dead. For all of the seconds before "who goes first?" Occurs to everyone.

Sadly for THEM, Bruce is a bastard willing to play dirty to get what he wants. And his house his rules. He goes first. After all, he no doubt smirks, none of THEM have the... experience, to handle a virgin properly.

He refuses to allow Tim hurt on his watch.

Got it? Good talk. Tim, with him.

Which is what leads to Tim clawing at the bed and begging like his life depends on it, soaked in sweat, hours later. As Bruce STILL gently, teasingly, RUTHLESSLY eats him out. Puddles worth of lube ruining the sheets and easing his way, as he works calloused fingers DEEP to find spots Tim didn't know he had yet. As they rub and tease and fuck against those spots so relentlessly it feels like Tim's coming apart.

He didn't even know he could MAKE half these noises.

His hole is so wet and sloppy, it's like it's given up. Like his body can do nothing but quiver and twitch under Bruce's hands. Given how big he is? Probably the point. Because he crawls up to loom over Tim like a giant. Presses kisses to his whimpering, sweaty face. And rocks into his exhausted body, filling every inch of him.

It doesn't even hurt. Something that big probably SHOULD for his first time, but Bruce isn't a legendary playboy for nothing. And it just fills and Fills and FILLS. Rubs against everything in a way that makes his toes curl. Makes him want to gasp and cling, even though he's so exhausted.

Bruce just shooshes him. Pulls him close. He won't have to do a thing. He can just cling to Bruce and feel good. Bruce is here. He's got you.

And it's the best thing Tim's ever felt. Forget masturbation, sex is AMAZING. Bruce rocking then thrusting then pounding into his body. Holding tight like something precious. Hammering his good spots still he sees stars. Til he's nearly sobbing, hiccuping, from how good it feels to have his insides all messed up.

Bruce fills him up. All gooey and warm. Picks him up and carries him to a clean bed to get wiped down and tucked in. Cleans up then joins him. Fills him back up and tucks him close. He feels boneless and precious. Sleeps like the dead.

Discovers sex with a puss is AWESOME.

Next morning, he's barely out of Bruce's room before Dick is scooping him up and dragging him into his room. Almost franticly bending him in half as he presses him to the bed, kissing the air out of him. Holding his face as he whispers filthy praise into his lips. Hips relentless as they slam home, pounding at just the right angle.

Like he's trying to make for YEARS of mistakes by pouring it all into pleasure NOW. Clinging tight and trying to fry Tim's brain with how good he can make him feel. Dick buries his faces against Tim's neck and rutts like he's making up for lost time. Fucking Tim through orgasms, spilling again and again, like he's determined to drain his balls dry and wring every last bit of pleasure he CAN out of Tim's exhausted body.

Tim has to threaten to hit him with an alarm clock to let him up. Tim wants LUNCH damn it. They missed breakfast. By a LOT.

But then work calls. Damn it. So he has to get dressed. Double damn it. And he does it, but refuses to be pleased about it. Resolves things. Even gets ahead on work. Only for DAMIAN to walk stiffly into his office. Sus.

The gremlin hands him a frankly VERY well put together report on why he, Damian AL Ghul... should be allowed to fuck a baby into Tim. He has brought along a slide show and genealogical report.

.......Explain.

Damian does. He REALIZED some things about himself. When Tim was discussing becoming a Father. Using the same method as he, himself, was created. Went through a whole "go to the Kent farm and have a life change adventure" character growth arc, as you do. And? Now realizing that he potentially COULD be DIRECTLY involved in the Hypothetical Child's life instead of as an uncle?

He wants in. They could be glorious, combined. AND he firmly believes Tim will be a magnificent Mother. Let him Father your child.

It's a bad idea. Tim knows this. He literally JUST slept with Bruce yesterday and nothing good comes from sleeping with AL Ghul's. They Obsess. But? Fuck it. Maybe THIS is the thing that finally stops the Tim-Gremlin cold war and bring peace to house Wayne once and for all. He unbuckles his belt. Walks over to his resting room.

And Tim KNOWS, even as he's being urgently fucked into the fold out bed, that this is an AWFUL idea. No way in HELL, from the desperate and sloppy thrusts, clinging, panting and whines, is this NOT Damian's first time. He's utterly undone.

Pounding load after load into Tim because it feels too good to stop. All enthusiasm and no skill. Half the pleasure Tim's even GETTING is his own hand, relentlessly teasing his own clit. But? Oh. The feeling of being wanted so BADLY. Of cum, gushing and gushing into him. Knowing it's HIS hole that's so good, it's driving Damian incoherent.

He feels... sexy. It DEFINITELY does something for him. He may not be able to go back. Could see himself enjoying being a milf.

But of course. Business hours end. And he PROMISED! Is swept up by Bart for their threesome. Which, after several rounds and untold loads of near-no-refractary-period speedster cum dumped inside him? Is kinda spotty, in his memory.

All he knows for certain is he wakes up to his sheepish best friends, "Sorry we fucked you unconscious repeatedly" bribes, no voice, and a warm bath. He's also plugged up and FULL full of that premium speedster/half-kryptonian blend cum, because apparently his friend intend to WIN and nothing says victory like overwhelming odds. He'd call them fuckers, but they ARE and hold no remorse. He can't move.

Carry him you bastards.

When he asks where Cassie is, he learns she's apparently trying to harrass the magic users into a making her a temporary "turn me into a dude" amulet. Both as a gift AND so she can join the race for Father Of Tim's Baby. Huh. Interesting new options.

Obviously, throughout ALL of this, ninjas. Because Ra's has never wanted to smash so hard in his LIFE.

Instead, Tim is out here, on Jason's shitty couch. Getting lifted up and slammed down onto his cock. Called baby girl. Princess. Jason's never been harder. Already planning their kids graduation dinner and baby number three.

Tim feeling precious and taken care of and DESIRED. Like the young adult with a first shitty apartment he never got to be. Something so close to normal. Put a baby in him. Fuck him like you love him, like they do this every Saturday night, then eat pizza and watch trash TV. Fill him up.

And if course~ it's a VICIOUS game of Fuck The Tim keep away, up until one day he starts to show. Then Everyone is loving and coddling and in a "No I Am The Father" cold war. The birth is a nightmare, because Tim is slender and more scar tissue then not. But?

Adorable quarter-Kryptonian! With the biggest blue eyes and Tim's porcelain doll face.

Tim is NOT doing that again. Ffffffuck giving birth. And being pregnant! Granted, the EARLY part? He loved. He glowed. Getting pregnant was AWESOME. But later stages? God awful. Clone tube babies from here on out.

Absolute Devastation in the Tom Fucking Community. Babe no! You can't MEAN IT!

Woah, hey! He never said he'd STOP. "Getting Pregnant" is very, VERY enjoyable. He's just refusing to carry SHIT. Birth control for HIM. Scooping that slurry of "leave it up to Nature" out and storing it. Now... Kon stop being smug and hold your son.

-🐼🐼🐼

😭😭😭 tim getting everyone to come to dinner and they all think it was alfred and are like 'this was a great idea alfred! we should all get together like this more often' only for tim to cough and say well actually i called you all here, i figured you all deserved a heads up since i'm going to be undergoing some serious life changes. everyone's confused and then tim says he's going to have a baby.

immediate panic and some disappointment from bruce because he thinks this is a teen pregnancy and he expected better from tim only for tim to have to yell to interrupt everyone and say there is no 'girl', not yet anyway. he's just announcing that he's GOING to have a baby. they're not yet conceived and now the family is dealing with whiplash of how of course TIM would do something like this now they're sitting their listening to him talk about the ideal gene pool given tim's family has a history of mental issues and he's going into some very detailed things like nurseries and everyone just wants him to slow down because tim is still a kid!!! dick is older than him and even HE doesn't feel ready. so everyone is trying to talk tim out of it while tim insists he's ready, he's been going to a therapist for 11 months trying to deal with his issues so he COULD be ready to be a parent.

which of course baffles them even more because???? dick has been trying to get them all into therapist for years and tim just???? went??? on his own????

bruce is of course the least welcoming of tim's ideas of teen parenthood. because what about highschool, college? at least ONE of his kids has to go to college!

tim however says no, says his GED is more than enough.

bruce tries finding other angles, asking what if he just sets tim up with babysitting gigs? make him see kids aren't that great and tim just huffs and said he already did a bunch of babysitting and volunteering at the children's centers in gotham as part of his adoption application!

which ???? just stressed bruce out even more?! because tim had tried to adopt a baby first? but apparently got rejected because of his age, lack of partner, and lack of job which tim loudly says is unfair because bruce was in his 20s when he took in dick and HE hadn't had a partner or a job!

so the family is protesting, despertly trying to get tim to change his mind,,, then tim gets a womb and suddenly the protests die down VERY quick.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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zenaidamacrouras1 · 8 months ago

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15 questions for 15 friends

I got tagged by @voylitscope and @booksandabeer. Hello, I hope y'all are doing very well today.

Are you named after anyone? >>> Yes, my dad, being the third child, my parents thought this was amusing. I used to hate it (my relationship with my dad is COMPLICATED and my name is gender neutral, which as a more or less gender neutral adult, I like, but as a kid who felt really confused about gender, I did not).

I've grown into it. Our first and middle names are one letter different, but, fun fact, when I bought my house they spelled my name like his name on the deed and he briefly owned my house, I guess? I mean, I fixed the typo. I joked about it to the real estate agent people and they were like "your dad didn't actually own your house just because of this typo, you know that right?" and like yeah, I know, it's just funny.

When was the last time you cried? >>> I rarely cry, for whatever reason. I occasionally get a stoic, manful misting in my eyes or brief tightness in the back of my throat I have to swallow down while staring into the distance. It's probably not healthy, but I have bigger fish to fry. (and if I'm crying into my fish frying grease the tears will make the oil will pop everywhere, so we can't have that, this metaphor is getting confusing).

Do you have kids? >>> I do. I talk about them all the time because they are fun interesting people and also my pals.

What sports do you play/have you played? >>> My rebellion as a child was to not play sports, which I definitely regret, but I did do ballet for a long time, I was always a "back row" dancer e.g. the worst in the class but there's nothing wrong with spending a great deal of time doing something you're quite bad at. Anyway, I'm better at ballet than most people who never took lessons.

Do you use sarcasm? >>> No. (hahahahahahahahhhaaaa)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> Ummm...vibes?

What’s your eye color? >>> Glowing red when I'm doing an evil spell, but otherwise blue.

Scary movies or happy endings comedies? >>> I almost never watch movies. What kind of movie is Lord of the Rings and The Winter Soldier? Those two, plus a few others.

Any talents? >>> I am good at making quick assessments and breaking down complex things into simple, easier to understand things, which, damn those ancient Greeks for always being right, is probably as much of a weakness as a strength. Also I have won a blue ribbon for quilting at a state fair which is very wholesome as I am a wholesome, stoic midwesterner.

Where were you born? >>> A very wholesome, stoic hospital in the rural midwest, surrounded by cornfields to the horizon.

What are your hobbies? >>> laying in bed and reading, walking places, sewing things, writing stuff, wishing everyone would leave me alone for ten damn minutes, feeling antsy when no one is bothering me.

Do you have any pets? >>> I just posted a picture of my cat. I didn't mention it there but she has bad eyesight and can't jump up to things, she often misses so just climbs everything or stays on the ground. It was great when she was an outside cat because she couldn't catch birds, though she would sometimes manage a snake and bring it in the house and leave it in the laundry basket.

How tall are you? >>> 5'11" but for what it's worth I'm the shortest person in my immediate family.

Favorite subject in school? >>> I really liked sociolinguistics classes in college. I liked art and biology and creative writing classes too. I like a lot of things. I like learning. I loved going to college. I'm a first generation college student and aside from the angst and bad attempts at romance and depression and anxiety and panic attacks, I really did feel lucky the whole time I was in college.

Dream job? >>> I need a job that helps people because I can only make myself do something boring if it I feel like I "owe" someone. I need a job that changes every few weeks so it is less boring. Both criteria I basically have, except I would like my current job to be less stressful and endlessly high stakes, except if it wasn't I would probably be bored, and also I would like fewer people that annoy me.

God I'm supposed to tag people now. What an absolute nightmare. Okay. I'm doing it. Don't hate me. @burberrycanary @msilverstar @bookgeekgrrl @fsbc-librarian @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwood4stucky @otpcutie

#zenaida talks (too much)#writer asks #ask games #ask away #god no one wants to know any of this #I will do anything not to do my job #waiting for the ritalin to kick in

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animatorweirdo · 2 years ago

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What If Daeron fell for Beren’s sibling?

(I decided to try something new and this came to mind. I tried to make it gender neutral as possible and I’m going with overbearing brother Daeron as you can see. Hope you enjoy, this almost goes the whole silmarillion quest, so it might be a bit long)

Warnings; Comedy, getting hurt and stuff. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

How it all began

Daeron, spying on Luthien and Beren behind a tree: What’s this? My sweet little sister in the arms of a mortal man? Unacceptable! I need to tell my father immediately!

You, standing behind him as he turned around, then screamed out of fright.

You slapped his mouth shut with your hand, muffling his screams.

Daeron: MmGhMsgMmegakk kajagAh!

You; …

Daeron: MagdmAhdmmJAZnds…!

You; …

Daeron stopped, staring at you as you stared back.

Daeron, slapping your hand away: Unhand me, you filthy human! Do you have any idea who I am?!

You; …

Daeron: Hello!

You; …

Daeron; Are you deaf or plain stupid?

You pointed at your neck and shook your head.

Daeron, frowning: Is there something wrong with your throat? Can’t you speak?

You shook your head.

Daeron: Oh, I guess it will be easier when you can’t call out for help. You’re coming with me!

He grabs you, trying to pull you along, but you stand firmly in your place, making him struggle to move you.

Daeron, struggling hard: Come on!

You did not move an inch as he lost his grip and fell onto the ground.

Daeron, falling face first; Gah!

You, staring at him: …

Daeron, standing up and grabbing you by the collar of your cloak: Listen here! I will not allow you and your filthy friends to hide here any longer! You will either come willingly or I -

He peeks down into your collar and realizes you were only wearing a cloak to cover your bare torso, nothing else.

Daeron, shrieking and releasing your cloak from his grip: Why are you half-naked? Don’t you have any decency or shirts to wear, you wildling?!

You, fixing your cloak with an unimpressed face: …

Daeron, flustered and angry: Whatever, I’m just going to leave and tell my father about you and your friend, outsider!

You grab him and shake your head.

Daeron: Oh, you don’t want me to do it? Watch me!

He shakes you off and walks away.

Daeron, walking through the forest: Pathetic mortal. No one tells me what I can and can not do. Those humans will pay dearly forever crossing me.

You appear right in front of him.

Daeron: Gah! Where did you come from?!

You: …

Daeron: If you’re trying to stop me, you should know this forest is my home. My parents and people will come for me, so think twice before lying your fingers on me.

You: …

Daeron; So you better move.

You: …

You two stared at each other for a moment till Daeron growled and tried to move around you. You step in front of him, preventing him from going any further. He tried again, but you blocked his path once again.

Daeron, ready to hit: Do I have to force you out of my way? I am not afraid to use force, so step aside!

You block his hit and then pull him into a body lock, preventing him from moving or harming you.

Daeron, struggling to get free; How are you this strong?! I am from a maiar heritage!

You: …

Daeron, struggling and groaning; MgmshMshMhs mmmm!

You: …

Daeron, falling limb in your arms; …

You two just laid there for a moment.

Daeron: Fine! I won’t tell!

You gently release him from your trap.

Daeron, stand up and points at you with a finger: This will not be over. Mark my word. I am still a prince, and I can make your life hard.

You stand up and bow to him in gratitude.

Daeron, taken back: Well, I guess I can take that as a thank you. Good to know you have some manners when standing before royalty. But this won’t be over!

He departs into the forest while you stare at him with a smile.

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Music

Daeron, trying to spy on Luthien and Beren: Now, where did those two run off this time?

You, appearing beside him.

Daeron: Gah! Do you do anything but sneak up on me?!

You:...

Daeron: Right! You can't speak! How could I forget?!

You stared at the harp.

Daeron: What are you looking at?

You point at the harp.

Daeron, picking it up: Oh, this. You know what this is, right? It’s a harp, a delicate instrument, which can create beautiful sounds in the right hands. Many few can actually play them.

You move your hands around, pretending to play an instrument before pointing at him.

Daeron, taking a seat upon the tree root: You want me to play it? I guess I can do that. I might as well teach you some musical culture of the sindar elves.

You lay down and look at him with a smile.

Daeron, silently thinking as he began to play his harp: The human looks quite content. Well, I am the best minstrel of middle earth, so of course, they will be content with my music.

He softly plays a melody.

You smile, and your eyes start drooping a little after some time.

Daeron, finishing with the song: Are you happy?

He gets quiet when he sees your sleepy expression.

Daeron: How rude of you to fall asleep. But if you're tired, go for it. You look like you need it.

You smile at him before closing your eyes and resting against the tree.

Daeron, looking at you: Hmm, you look so peaceful. Maybe you were that tired.

He stares at your smile.

Daeron, thinking: I have received many smiles in my years, but yet. Why does that smile seem so genuine?

He realizes he has been staring at you while sleeping.

Daeron, standing up: What am I doing?! I’m supposed to watch over my sister, but here I am watching a human sleeping!

He gently moves away so that he doesn’t wake you, then stomps off.

Daeron, silently thinking about your smile. Although, that smile was kinda adorable in some way.

Daeron, shaking his head: What am I thinking?! I need to go now and possibly get some help!

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Trust

You vibing with the animals and butterflies in the meadow with a happy smile.

Daeron, appearing with towels and a bucket of water: Alright. I have allowed you and your dirty friend to stay here for weeks, but I can’t stand the sight of your filthy appearance.

Daeron, pointing at the buckets and towels: So, if you don’t mind. We’re washing your hair now.

You shrugged your shoulders with a smile and allowed him to sit behind you as he began to wash your hair.

Daeron: This is unbelievably filthy! When was the last time you had a bath?

You think about it and start counting your fingers, showing him the amount.

Daeron, watching your fingers: 6… 8… 68?

You nodded.

Daeron: 68… days?

You nodded once again.

Daeron, thinking for a moment: 68 days ago… that’s…

Daeron, looking at you appalled: Two months ago?! You haven’t had a bath in two months?!

You sadly nodded.

Daeron: Under what reason you couldn't have a bath in two months?

You start using rocks, flowers, and sticks to tell a story.

Daeron, carefully watching: You and your brother were part of your father’s band of humans until your father got killed in an orc ambush. Left with nothing but your father’s ring, you went on a run from orcs and creatures of darkness sent out to kill you. You and your brother eventually found your way into Doriath, where your brother and Luthien fell in love, and now you were here.

You look at him after ending the story.

Daeron: Well, I guess you barely have any time for a bath when you’re on the run from creatures who want to kill you.

Daeron: And you lost your father as well.

You sadly nod.

Daeron, looking at your saddened expression: Well, if it makes you feel any better. At least your father passed away in a battle. I heard worse things happened to those who end up as thralls of the dark lord.

Daeron: Now come here for a moment.

He starts cleaning your face with a towel.

Daeron: I can’t relate to the pain you’re feeling, but at least you and your brother survived. I think your father feels more at ease now that you and your brother are safe and out of danger.

He stops cleaning your face.

Daeron: Now, doesn’t that feel much better? All clean and fresh from all that dirt.

You smile at him, clean from all the dirt, and your hair in a much better state.

Daeron: By the way, what's your name? I noticed we had gone around without even introductions. I am Daeron, the son of Thingol and the prince of Doriath.

You smile and write down your name with a stick.

Daeron: (Name), the child of Barahir. Well, good to know your parents decided to give you a decent name. It has a nice ring to it.

Your stomach suddenly rumbles, making you look awkward.

Daeron: Good grief, now you decide to be hungry. Stay here. I will go retrieve some food for your greedy stomach.

You almost jump with happiness. You sat down and began to wait with a smile.

Daeron, walking away: (Name), that's such a un elvish name. It’s nice thought. However, why do they behave like a puppy? It’s so out of human nature.

Daeron, blushing as he thinks about you: Why is that human so darn cute?!

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Feelings

You were laying your head on Daeron’s tights with a smile as he played with his harp and rambled about people and life.

Daeron: And that’s why I believe my music skills are far superior to that Noldorian kin slayer who people dare to call the greatest minstrel. Don’t you agree?

You casually nod. Even though: you have been half asleep the most conversation.

Daeron, looking down on you: I’m happy to talk with you. You listen to me more than most. Even though; you have never spoken to me with a voice. I don’t mean disrespect since you can’t talk, but you know, you don’t judge me like many others, and I guess I kinda like that.

You smile at him.

Daeron: You know? Even though: You have gone through a lot of stuff in the outside world. You love to smile a lot. If you keep that up, people might end up thinking you are a puppy in a human form.

You just smile more at him.

Daeron, remaining silent for a moment as he stared at you: …

Daeron: I need to ask something.

You look at him with curiosity.

Daeron: We have known each other for quite a while now, and I have come across something that causes me strange… feelings.

Daeron: Like… why do I feel happy when I see you happy, and why do I feel like there is a swarm of butterflies inside my stomach when I think about you? Sorry if I’m being bold, but why? Why are you causing me these feelings?

You blinked at him for a moment, then used your two fingers to draw a heart shape in the air.

Daeron: A heart? What are you implying?

You point at him, then at yourself before drawing a heart again.

Daeron: Wait. Are you implying I might be in love… with you?!

Daeron: No! That can’t be! I can’t be in love with a human, but… how do I know I am in love with you?

You stand up and look at him in the eyes. You pointed at yourself for a moment, and Daeron stared at you, trying to guess what you were trying to say.

Daeron: Wait! Are you asking for permission of some sort?

You nodded.

Daeron: Well, I guess I can grant you that. Do whatever you want to do.

You came close to him, making him feel nervous. Your noses almost touched then you quickly kissed his lips, making him almost shriek.

Daeron, blushing hard: That was uncalled for! Have you no respect?!

You stare at him, tilting your head in curiosity.

Daeron, looking away with a blush after realizing what the kiss was for: Mmmmm…

You: …

Daeron, blushing: …Do it again.

You smile.

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When you got caught in the act

Luthien and Beren, strolling through the forest.

Luthien, looking at Beren with love: I love spending time with you.

Beren, looking back with love-struck eyes; Me too, my love.

Luthien: I can’t but wonder. Your brother/sister has been quite absent lately. What do you think they have been doing?

Beren: Now that you mention it. I don’t know. They always leave before I wake up in the morning. I hope they haven’t got into trouble of some sort.

Luthien: I’m sure your brother/sister will be fine. They’re - Oh My!

The two watch with widened eyes as they look at you made out with Daeron, who was against the tree.

Daeron, after catching them staring: Luthien!

He pushed you away so that you rolled back over the roots. You fell on your back with your feet up in the air.

Beren, whispering to Luthien: Oh, well, now, we know what has kept my dear brother/sister busy.

Daeron, trying to fix his messed-up appearance: This is not what it looks like!

Luthien, smirking: Oh, really, what did it look like?

Daeron: Nothing!... I… I was just coming to watch that filthy man wasn’t gonna do something bad to you. Unhand yourself from my sister!

Beren: Bold words from someone who had their hands around my brother/sister.

You get up with a smile. Your hair was a mess since Daeron was grabbing on it during your heated session.

Luthien, having her arms crossed: So what’s the deal? You do know that I can use this to my advantage if you report me and Beren to our father.

Beren: How long has this been going on?

Daeron: Not too long

You use hand signs with a smile.

Beren, surprised: Weeks?!

Daeron, elbowing you: Hush!

You, smiling: …

Luthien: I won’t tell father if you won’t.

Daeron: Fine!

Something snaps in the air, and all of you see a scout who runs away, causing the two to panic.

Luthien and Daeron: Shit!

You and Beren, looking at each other.

Beren: So we both hassling with the royal elves now?

You nod.

Beren nods with a sad smile: We both are gonna die.

You smile sadly too.

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Goodbyes

Daeron watched as you stood with Beren and prepared for the suicidal journey after the court incident.

Daeron, approaching: (Name)

You, turning around with a smile: …

Daeron: I’m sorry it ended like this and that I can’t help you, but I thought I give you this silver leaf.

Daeron clips a silver-colored metal leaf into your cloak.

Daeron: We kinda give these away to bless the travels with good luck, so I hope it will be merciful and bless your impossible journey with some good fortune. Even though; I doubt it.

You smile and bring him into a hug.

Daeron, face flushing, stays in the hug for a moment before pushing you away: Alright, that’s enough. Don’t get all cuddly with me. I have a reputation, remember?

You, nodding with a smile: …

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before joining Beren and leaving for the journey,

Daeron, blushing hard while holding his kissed cheek: … that cheeky little -

He sighed, looking toward your way.

Daeron: … Be safe.

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When he misses his human

Daeron, trying to compose something in the meadow: Why can’t I focus?

Daeron, screaming: (Name)! Come over here! I need some assistance!

He freezes in realization.

Daeron; Oh, yeah, you’re not here anymore.

He thinks about the days and weeks spent with you.

Your smile filled his mind.

Daeron, snapping out: Stop thinking. It was just temporary. You will eventually forget about them. Maybe next month or something.

He tried to compose, but his eyes filled with tears.

Daeron, throwing away his instrument and bailing his eyes out: Why do I miss them so much?!

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When you miss your elf

You sit on a rock, moving front and back as you touched the silver leaf with sadness.

Finrod: Beren, your brother/sister, seems to be in a sad mood today.

Beren; No, they just miss Daeron.

Finrod: Daeron, as in the son of Thingol?

Beren: Yep, the one my dear family member has gained feelings for, and surprisingly the feeling is mutual from the other side.

Finrod: If I remember correctly, Daeron is a proud minstrel and hard to approach sometimes. How did your sibling manage to gain love from someone like him?

Beren: I’m afraid I can’t answer that, my friend. I am just as confused.

You sadly smile as you miss the warmth of Daeron’s thighs.

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Escape

Luthien, trying to sneak away from Doriath in her newly made cloak: Finally, I would have gone insane if I stayed in that tree house any longer.

Daeron, appearing right behind her: Luthien.

Luthien: Gah! Daeron!

Luthien, turning angry: I am not coming back! I am gonna go save Beren. He and his brother/sister are in trouble!

Daeron: I know I’m coming with you.

Luthien: Huh?

Daeron: Okay, I admit I might have grown to like (Name), and I rather see them come back alive than dead.

Luthien: What? Oh?

Luthien, smirking: Are you certain it's not that you’re terribly in love with (Name)?

Daeron: Me? In love with a human? Never!

Luthien: Oh really? Two months ago, you begged to differ when your lips were all over them.

Daeron, blushing hard: Are we gonna bicker or go? They might be dead in the next month?!

Luthien, smirking and proud of herself: Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.

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Ten minutes after escaping

Daeron and Luthien, after literally being kidnapped by the feanorians

Daeron: …

Luthien: …

Daeron: You really did it this time?

Luthien: Excuse me?

Daeron, imitating: Let’s trust the FEanorians WhaT CoUld Go WrongS?! ThEy Wil DefInetlY Not imPrisoNs Us In A ToWer!

Daeron: This is your fault!

Daeron: We should never be here!

Luthien: Well, excuse Me! Did I ask you to come along?!

Daeron: Well, if those two humans never came to Doriath! I would have never come here in the first place!

Luthien: Oh, shut up! You still chose to come along because you’re crazy in love with (Name)! Just admit it!

Daeron, standing up: Never! And since I see no option of escaping. I’m gonna do this which will definitely get us out of here!

Luthien: Which is?

Daeron, bringing out his harp: Make our presence known and hate us!!!

Daeron, playing his harp very loudly and screaming like a goose in a heavy metal costume: BHAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The whole kingdom of Nargopthrond shakes, and everyone shuts their ears.

Orodreth, crying while holding his ears: What Is That Terrible Sound?!

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After Getting found and kicked out since Daeron refused to be quiet

The people of Nargothrond kicked the two out through the front door; And Stay out!

Luthien and Daeron, sitting on the ground: …

Luthien: Damn, bitch. You really went screaming this time.

Daeron, crossing his arms: Well, it worked, didn’t it?

Daeron, standing up: Now, let’s go, get our stupid humans.

Luthien, raising an eyebrow: Our Humans?

Daeron, having a poker face: Shut up.

Huan appears out of nowhere and whines.

Daeron, crossing his arms: What do you want, Mutt? Your master imprisoned us, so don’t come whining to us.

Huan whines and bows

Luthien: I think he wants to come along.

Daeron, scoffing: Why, to spy on us?!

Huan whined and shook his head.

Luthien: Hey, listen with your mind.

Daeron: Huh?

The two stay quiet and listen with the powers of their mind.

Huan, telepathically: Please take me with you! My master and his family have gone off from the right path, and I can’t stand his whining and lack of intelligence. I love him, but I’m in desperate need of a vacation!

Huan: I can take you to (Name) and Beren. I am familiar with their scent, especially with (Name). We got familiar with each other when they visited Nargothrond to get the aid of king Finrod.

Daeron: How familiar? You didn’t sniff each other’s arses, didn’t you?

Luthien: What?

Daeron: What?

Huan: What? Oh! Of course not.

Daeron: Good because they’re mine.

Luthien: What?

Daeron: What?

Huan: What?

Luthien: Never mind, let us just go. We got no time to lose!

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When you turn angry

You, Beren, and Finrod surrounded by the pack of wolves

Beren: what now?

You try to hold onto your cloak, but then a wolf snatches it away, leaving you bare and taking the silver leaf with it.

You began growling intensely.

Finrod, looking at you confused: Wot?

Beren, grabbing you: (Name), remain calm, don’t do anything rash!

You brushed him off and chased after the wolf.

Beren: (Name)!

Finrod, looking after you: Why did they sound like that?

The wolves roared at the two.

Tearing down Sauron’s fortress

Luthien and Daeron stand before the fortress as Huan deals with the werewolves.

Luthien: How do we get in there?

Daeron noticed something shiny inside one of the wolve’s mouths.

He took it out and saw it was the leaf he had given you.

Daeron, becoming angry: Those - motherfuckers! Luthien! Prepare your voice! We’re breaking this shit down!

Daeron brings out his harp then the two start singing loud. The whole fortress starts to shake with their activated half-maiar rage.

The fortress started to break down as Sauron couldn't do anything against two half maiars.

Beren, looking at the breaking walls and wolves running away: I guess this is our cue to leave!

He grabs wounded Finrod and bails him out of the dungeons.

Sauron, bursting out of the fortress in a wolf form: Shut Your Mouth!

Daeron: Well, look at that. The biggest mutt finally came out! Huan!

Huan began attacking the werewolf Sauron.

Daeron: That’s what you get for harming my human!

Luthien, pointing behind him: Daeron! Watch out!

Daeron, seeing a werewolf behind him: Oh Boy!

The werewolf roared and attacked.

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When they win against Sauron

You got out of a tower and stood on a bridge, covered in blood and breathing heavily.

You groaned as you felt a slight change in your body.

Luthien, screaming in the distance: Daeron!

You turned to look and saw Daeron struggling against a werewolf. He was using his harp to avoid getting bitten, but he was slowly losing strength as he was kept against the ground.

You growled in anger.

You glanced at the full moon then your eyes turned golden.

You groaned as your muscles began to grow. Fur covered your skin, and your teeth sharpened. A tail came out of your lower torso, and your face stretched into a snout.

You, groaning as your voice became deeper: GaaAAaaah!

You fell on your four and howled before the moon.

You then jumped out of the fortress.

Bam!

The werewolf struggled in your mouth as you towered over it and Daeron.

You snapped your jaws, killing it on the spot before throwing it against Sauron.

Sauron, getting slammed with a dead werewolf, getting dominated by Huan: God dammit!

Luthien, staring at your wolf form: Woah. Alright now, where were we?

Luthien, looking at Sauron menacingly: Alright, give us the fortress, or we’re gonna have a lot of fun time with you.

Sauron freezes as the two half-maiars look down on him with a dog and a giant wolf.

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After Dealing with Sauron and him running away

Daeron, snuggling your giant wolf head in his arms: (Name), you’re alright! Thank the valars!

You whine happily.

Daeron: You stupid Mutt! Do you have any idea how worried I was?! I trusted you would be fine, but now look what you got yourself into! Do you have any brain?!

You, looking down sadly: …sorry.

Beren, looking at you two: Wait! Did you know about their werewolf side all along?

Daeron, looking at him with judging eyes: Of course, I did. There was a full moon once, and they willingly showed me. I’m not that ignorant.

Daeron, realizing something and looking at you with shock: Did you just speak?!

You: Uhm… yeah.

Daeron: You told me you couldn't speak! Why can you speak now?!

You, looking at Beren: Well… you see?

Beren: (Name)’s curse restricts her from speaking during the day, but during the full moons in wolf form, she’s free to talk. It’s a bit more complicated than it seems.

Daeron, looking at you: Alright, but why didn’t you speak to me during the first time you turned?

You, ears looped back: I turned during the first time. I was too scared showing myself like this than speaking, and the full moon had already gone by and I’m kinda used to being quiet.

Daeron, softening his expression: Oh, you little idiot.

Daeron, hugging you: No matter, I’m just glad you’re alright.

You smile and wag your tail happily.

Finrod, looking all of this confused: Your brother/sister is a werewolf?

Beren, hugging Luthien: Yep

Finrod: So, is this the reason why they walk around half naked with a cloak?

Beren: Yep, their clothes had a bad tendency to get ripped apart so they resulted in wearing only loose pants and a cloak.

Finrod: So, is that why they kept sniffing Huan?

Beren: Pretty much.

Finrod: Is This Normal to you?!

Beren: They have been like this since they got bitten as a child, so yeah.

Finrod, looking at you and Daeron: And he’s ????

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Daeron loses his shit against the feanorians

You and Daeron watch Beren and Luthien being lovely dovely

Daeron: Ugh, disgusting.

Finrod, looking at him and pointing at you: But you are also courting a human, one that can turn into a werewolf.

Daeron, pulling you close: There’s a slight difference. You see, this human is perfect and mine.

You smile in your human form.

You snapped your gaze when you heard something in the woods.

You see shimmer then quickly push Luthien and Beren away before getting shot with an arrow.

You silently shriek as you bled with an arrow in your shoulder.

Daeron gasped, looking at the perpetrators.

Celegorm and Curufin look at the scene frozen while you bled on the ground.

Daeron: That Does It!

He throws his harp into Celegorm’s face, then starts beating the shit out of him. Beren held Curufin down as Luthien then joined in the beating.

Finrod cradles you and heals you with his magic.

The feanorians lay in their buddle of blood as Daeron stood above them in sweat and messy hair.

Daeron: That’s what you get for messing with Thingol’s heir!

He then turns around and makes his way to you.

Daeron, pushing Finrod away: (Name)! Are you hurting?

You shudder while holding your shoulder.

Daeron, letting your head lay against his tights: Does it hurt? Do you need any magic for healing?

You weakly lift your fingers before pointing at your lips.

Daeron, frowning: Seriously, you just got shot, and you wanna kiss?

You smile cheekily.

Daeron, sighting: Alright if it makes you feel better.

He kisses you on the lips and then scatters some kisses on your face.

Daeron, looking at you in the eye: Better?

You nod happily.

Luthien, crossing her arms: And you once said you’re not in love with them.

Daeron, glaring at her: Shut it!

Finrod, watching from the side: What am I watching?

Beren: I don’t know this is the first time I see him so affectionate.

Finrod: I thought that was impossible for someone like him.

Daeron, glaring at them: I can hear you!

The two flinch.

Beren, whispering: Just smile and try to feel happy for them.

Finrod, nodding frantically with a smile: Alright.

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After the silmaril guest

Luthien: Alright, after getting the silmaril, losing Beren’s hand, killing Carcaroth, dying and coming back to life, and you gaining the silmaril. I think it’s now fair you let Beren marry me because I’m no longer an immortal being. I shall go live with Beren and have a happy life as a mortal.

Luthien, grabbing Beren under her arm: So long, father!

Thingol, almost crying: Goodbye, daughter.

Melian pats him on the shoulder.

Thingol: Well, at least I still have my son. Right, Daeron? Daeron?!

Daeron, hugging your arm: Forgive me, father, for I have also fallen for a mortal and thus not returning to the court. I will be leaving with my werewolf lover to have a family of my own, so farewell.

He pulls you along as you two leave his father to cry ugly crocodile tears.

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After settling down

You all just chilling and having a family dinner at Beren’s and Luthien’s new home.

Beren: You know, since (Name) is still cursed. They can live longer than most humans, so you two will have plenty of time to be together.

Daeron: I know, and I’m not planning to let them go that easily. If old age becomes a problem, I will find a way to sustain their life with my maiar powers, so I hope you don’t mind. I will be keeping your brother/sister.

Beren: I have no problems with it just treat them well.

Daeron: I will.

You and Luthien giggle as you settle down the food on the table.

Beren: I have been wondering, and I think this is a good time to ask. Are you the little spoon or the big spoon in your relationship?

Daeron, glaring: In your case, I’m the knife.

Beren, almost crying: We’re brothers-in-law now. Why do you still hate me?

You, enjoying the food with eyes closed: He’s the little spoon.

#daeron x reader #daeron #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #werewolves #beren #luthien #sauron #finrod #thiingol #romance #beren x sibling reader #middle earth x reader #middle earth #comedy

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 3 years ago

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Can i have caitlyn fluff/dating hcs ? :)

Caitlyn Dating Headcannons

Reader: Gender Neutral

Note: can you guys please put gn, male, fem ect when you request please? Just makes things easier and please if you want me to write something put it in the ask box not the comments thanks

Arcane Masterlist ♡♡ Heres the Dump

From a young age you guys saw each other and she was determined to be your friend

Viktor being dad/older brother (idk why it just seems cute and am gonna write my own fanfic about it-)

"Dad! Who's that!" "I don't know. Why don't you go ask? Hm? And you can tell me all about it when you come back for dinner"

For a while you could only talk through the gate with her

You would tell her about the Lanes as much as she asked, until you were either chased away, or had to leave for dinner.

Would tell Viktor all about it during dinner, oh he knew you were gonna develop a crush

And you did

As you both grew up Caitlyn studied to become and enforcer, you an scientist

You guys were at each others graduation ceremonies

Oh the crush just kept growing and growing and growing, on both sides

Viktor would tease you about it

You did confess to her eventually, no flowers, no fancy gift, just a friendship bracelet you had made.

"It's not much...I know..I-" "it's perfect"

Officially dating

Telling Viktor he ask when the wedding is

Her parents dont approve: oh well

And then you had to have dinner with her family as a "good and respectful omen"

Drabble:

"So...Viktor. is your father...."

"in a sense yes ma'm. I too like him are from the Lanes. He found me and has taken care of me ever since." Y/n answered respectfully both Caitlyn and them holding hands under the desk.

"Ah...the lanes..." Caitlyn's mother spoke, "Grim, and uh...Grimey."

"Mom!" Caitlyn argued.

"It's quiet comfortable. Well... if you can get comfortable. I grew up in it, it'll forever be home." Y/n responded taking a sip of tea.

"Yes. But uh. It's dirty." Her father explained.

"The dirt dosen't bother me. I think bloods alot more common than dirt down there though." Y/n spoke

"Uh...huh..."

Caitlyn constantly apologizes to you after the dinner, you tell her its fine

Dinner at your and Viktor place is much more calmming, and fun too

Monopoly after dinner and icecream

Ah young Love

Running around the city during the night, especially at night festivals

Even as she grew and grew she wanted to know more and more about the Lanes

You'd guys sit on the roofs and look out into the sky, while you told her bout the Lanes, now Zaun

She loved to listen to your stories either they be in the lab or in the Lanes

Hand holding and dragging when excited about something and wanting to show the other

Side hobbies of yours include ecology and random research

"I JUST MADE A BREAK THROUGH!" "Y/n? Its 7 in the morin..." "I KNOW HOW TO GET PURE CLEAN WATER TO THE UNDERGROUND-" "WHAT?!- THATS AMAZING!"

Always at each others award ceremonies,

You're a bit more dramatic in general than here so giving her massive hugs and swinging her around especially when she gets an award is like 110% going to happen

Cheek kisses when she leaves you to go to work or when she leaves you in the lab

"So dad-" "no' "i didn't even finish" "you can't blow anything up" "damn it- thats not the question"

Asked him to help you make a promise ring for Caitlyn

You forsure wanted to ask her to marry you but knew you were just too busy at the moment.

She loved it, scared she'll break it she wears it on a necklace instead of her fingers

When you asked her why she said it means your even closer to her heart when your not around

Sleeping in on off days

Sleeping in on days your both suppose to be up early

End up moving in together

Breakfast in bed atleast once a week with each other.

Reading in each others arms

Just like Vi, you'd loose each other in the store super easy

Dancing in the rain

Matching-ish suits/pant suits for formal events, you've always gotta wear some crazy werid tie

She likes fixing your tie, it makes both you laugh for some reason

Best couple periodt

"What about a kid?" "A kid?" "Yeah like adopting." "I dont think I'd mind that all to much"

Ya'll would be the best parents ever periodt

#arcane caitlyn #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn headcannons #arcane headcannons #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #headcannons

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sassymoon · 3 years ago

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better off without me

pairing: spencer reid x G.N!reader summary: this is the end of a relationship that was the best thing he ever had, and it’s time to say goodbye. category: angst with sad ending. word count: 3K cw: cheating, vague mentions of sexual acts, heavy self hatred from spencer, sad ending. MINORS DNI 18+ a\n: i wrote this for the celebration of the wonderful @mercy-burning, using the prompt "thirty-six months, just the two of us, only one mistake to mess it up" (strangers, fletcher) and combined it with a song that pom sent me, paper thin hotel by Leonard cohen. thank you both for being amazing and a constant inspiration, and congratulations mercy! a\n 2: if you think i missed any thing for the CW or you see any mention of gender here, please let me know and ill fix it!

MASTERLIST

Compliments are a weird thing, I never know what to say when I get them. In general, expressions of praise and admiration felt bizarre when directed towards me. I never felt worthy of those nice words and the kindness that came with it. And beyond that, I never know how to react to those sentiments. Should I agree, and come off as arrogant and self obsessed? Or should I decline and let people know I think so low of myself? It always feels like a trap, and I have no way to win. So usually, I go with the easier route. I nod my head, smile, thank the person and go my way. There is no need for me to answer and dig a hole for myself.

Ever since I was a child, people would compliment me in various ways. It was mostly about my intelligence, how smart I am, and how I probably make my parents proud. When strangers heard about my multiple degrees they would be in awe, “you must be a genius!” and “you are going to change the world” would be phrases I came to hear often.

Later in life I was told about how im being a good child, of how I am brave for taking care of my sick mother and not leaving her behind like my father did. I was told about my courage, going through so many traumatic things at my job but not giving up.

I never really believed all those compliments.

I knew that I was smart in an academic way, but I didn't believe it was beyond that. And I certainly didn't think I was making any change in the world, at least not a positive one at that.

Taking care of my mother was the right thing to do, it wasn't about being brave and strong. If anything, I thought locking her away in an institution instead of nursing her myself felt like a failure more than an action worthy of praise .But most of all, getting praise for going through trauma was the weirdest one of all.

I realized quite quickly there was no point in arguing, and I should just nod my head even though my brain was screaming at me for being an imposter by accepting those compliments.

“You don't deserve all those kind words” the voices would tell me “you are nothing special”. I had no other choice but to believe those voices, and let them control me and my view on myself and my life.

But one day it changed. I believed the person in front of me telling me good things about myself. I believed them when they told me about my kind heart and warm hug. I believed that their laughter was genuine, and when they looked at me, I saw how their eyes were filled with honest adoration and longing to hear me talk. I have never felt that way, like I'm worthy of time and effort, but they made me believe that I deserve good things, and that I am good. I found myself craving to hear more praise from them, my soul burning to listen to them tell me about how they are happy to have me in their life. After spending all my life avoiding and hating compliments, I was finally accepting them.

The only difference this time was the person who gave them to me.

The day I met (y\n) was the day my life forever changed. they showed me the beauty in everyday things, they showed me the rays of sun who make their way through the cloudy sky. they were there for me when I needed them most, the taste of fresh water on the dry land my roots were in.

I never believed a person like them would ever grace me with their presence, and would choose to stay by my side. I was a damaged man, with too many battle scars and shattered pieces of ceramics instead of a heart.

But they saw beyond that. Every day when I got to hold them, to feel their warm touch on my cold body, another broken piece got mended back together. Like the art of kintsugi, they would take the shattered pieces and meld them back to one with gold. They helped me mold myself into a new and better man, without letting me forget my past.

“Our past will always be there to haunt us” they once said while sitting with me in the tub, washing my hair after days i refused to leave my bed. “Our past made us who we are now, and it shaped the way your soul is. But just because yours got broken, doesn't mean it can't be fixed” they placed their hands on my cheeks, wiping away the salty water that i couldn't stop. “We can mend the pieces back with gold and create new art. You can be greater than you've ever been” and with each kiss they placed on my puffy face, I felt more and more pieces shine with the bright resin.

My days were no longer filled with crime and horror, they had smiles and laughs. They had stolen kisses in between lectures and cheeky texts when both of us would stay late just to talk to the other. The hour didn't matter to us, time never felt real when it came to the two of us. We were in a universe of our own, lost in the eyes of the other and in the promise of love. We both made constant efforts to feel each other physically more often. When I came back from long cases I would go to their house before even dropping my suitcase back home. They would come to me on the bad days, and let me help them forget their troubles with my tongue and fingers. We were insatiable for each other, unable to breath without touch, unable to function without the intoxicating scent of the other. My favorite sounds became their soft crying of joy, the soft whimpers of lust who got absorbed into the walls of every place we joined bodies. My brain was clouded with thoughts of their naked body, but no matter how good my memory was, it never compared to seeing it in person.

Soon enough the physical distance between us was unbearable. After a few short months of dating I was carrying my boxes into a new place. A place that we could fill with new memories and paint the walls with colors that could represent our shared future. It was the happiest I've ever been in my life, and I hoped that the love and lust would never end. I began working as a professor full time and only consulting on cases, so that I would never have to spend a night without their warm body molded into mine. Some nights when I got home, they greeted me by falling to their knees, and helping me release my stress into the warmth of their mouths. On others, it was a warm meal that waited for them, even if the hour they came home was when I already slept. We would always think of small ways to make the other happier and calmer, no action was small enough, even a simple pinky promise was the world. “I promise to always love you” i said while holding their small finger “i promise to always make you happy” they repeated with a smile.

Small decorative items found their way into our place, and now, when I pack my things to leave the place I once called home, I can't help but think about all the beautiful moments they represent. The glass vase where we placed the flowers they bought me to celebrate my last day as an active agent was placed on the wooden table, the same table we bought after we broke the previous one on a long night of lust. I looked at the bookcases, overflowing with shared interests and the ones I never understood why they enjoyed. The small astrology book is laughing at me from his place, reminding me of when the stars deemed us uncompatible. Maybe if i listened to the advice of the purple book, i wouldn't have to stand here and feel the constant dread of losing the greatest love i've ever had.

Walking through the house, I looked at every corner where I once made them mine. When my mouth latched onto their skin and changed the color to beautiful shades of pink and purple. But now, instead of seeing myself holding them in my arms, I saw the other person who claimed their body. There was once a time when I was the person they wanted close, I was the one who could bring them to the edge of euphoria and back, but those times are gone and now it's my time to leave.

My head spins as I try to leave our small shared space. My body refuses to let me go, my soul is begging me to fight and stay with the person who helped me feel human again. Every blood cell that is pumping his way into my shattered heart is whispering how I can fix it all once again, how the gold resin can come back and I will have my person back by my side.

But my body is wrong, and my brain knows better. The same brain that knew all along that I was never really worthy of the angel who let me call them “mine”. My brain always told me that I am worthless and a burden, but those voices disappeared with the silk sound of (y\n) voice telling me I am worthy. And now, when they are no longer here, those voices are back again, and with them resurfaces all the thoughts and feelings I was afraid of.

“It was always going to end this way” the voices whisper “you know it was too good to last”. My suitcase falls from my hands, and my knees drop after it. My body betrays me again, freezing me in place on the carpet we picked on a weekend trip to the flea market.

“Why did you ever think you could keep them happy?” they continue “why did you think you could ever keep them satisfied?”

“Stop! Please! I know I am worthless!” i scream at the empty apartment

But the voices just laughed at me. “Everyone who is smart enough to leave, leaves you at the end. This is your destiny, to be alone. Pathetic man”

My mind is filled with pictures of the people who got a better life now that I am no longer in theirs. From my father, who knew in an early age that I am a disappointment, and ran away to get a future without me. I see elle, who showed me what it's like to feel wanted and desired, who helped me to feel like a man for the first time and held all the secrets to a happy future for me, until she also disappeared.

“Look at you, sobbing on the floor of the person who cheated on you, like a lost child” their cruel words continued, showing no mercy for my crying figure frozen on the ground “That's all you are at the end. A grown child who needs a hug, but no one wants to give him one”

I'm not sure how much longer I stay frozen on the carpet, hands hiding my face who was covered in tears that refused to stop. I don't remember most of the things the voices told me, at a certain point they all became the same word over and over again. Worthless.

The only thing that stopped my spinning head was the sound of a key entering a lock, and small steps following. My palms covering my face stopped me from seeing the person walking in, but I didn't need to see them to know who it was.

I didn't need my eyes to feel how my heart was broken to smaller pieces the moment they walked in. I didn't need my eyes to feel them crunching down to my level, reaching out their soft hands to touch my own, trying to make me reveal my face to them.

“Spencer? What's going on?”

Their hands kept touching my palms, moving to my fingers trying to intertwine mine with their own. When I refused their advances, their touch wandered back to my covered cheeks, and then to my hair. They played with the soft hair on my head like they always would when I was having a panic attack, like a cat would get her kitten to sleep. The kind soul in front of me wanted to make me feel better, even though I wasn't worth it.

After a few more minutes of silence, they spoke again. “Hey love, can you look at me? I want to help”

My hands softened and they managed to remove my shield, trying to look into my sad eyes, who were still closed. I refused to look at them, I refused to believe that this situation was real and that I didn't manage to leave before they were back.

I refused to believe that I even failed in leaving.

“Baby, please tell me why you're crying” I looked down at our joined hands, and wished I could keep their warmth with me forever. I Wished I could keep them by my side for a little while longer. No matter how selfish that thought was, and no matter how much I know that staying with me will only make them miserable.

“I- i..” my voice was broken, unable to speak the words that will end my life with them. But it needed to happen, I needed to be brave for once in my life and let them go. “I know about- about him” the warm touch that graced my hands disappeared, as the person i love stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor. “How?”

I slowly lifted my face, looking at their eyes. I could see sadness in them, but beyond anything, I saw relief. “Does it even matter y\n?” the voices in my head kept laughing at my stupid attempt of saving my honor, not that there was much left to save. “He obviously makes you happier than me. I just wish you would tell me sooner so i could leave and let you be free”

“It's.. its not like that spencer” I wish i could laugh at that, i wish i could believe them when they told me it was only physical, i wish i could let them repair my broken heart once again. But all the lies I wanted to tell myself were useless. I could see how brighter their smiles were in the past few weeks and how they seemed lighter and happier. But the beautiful angel that sat in front of me couldn't tell me that, they couldn't be the executioner and open the trapdoor who takes me to my death. They wanted to spare me the pain and humiliation, but it was too late for that.

“Please, whatever you do, just- just Dont lie to me. You owe me that” They sighed in defeat, crossing their legs and sitting with me on our red carpet, soon to be only theirs. Our eyes looked into each other, saying words none of us dared to speak. We said goodbye in silence, we looked back at our happy memories and thought when did we become so far away that we stopped making new ones.

“So this is the end of us?” The tears that were stuck in my throat came out again, damping my already puffy cheeks. How could they ask me that? How could they think we could continue with our life when I know they have someone else who holds them better than me?

“I think it has to be. But can I ask you one thing?”

“Anything”

“Why y\n? Why go behind my back? Why not be honest with me?”

A sad smile appeared in their face, and in the few minutes that took them to answer me, my own voices answered the question for them. “It's fun to hurt you spencer” the voices said “that's the only joy you could ever bring to someone else, by being a doll to get their anger out on”. I hoped that i would woke up from this nightmare and find my lover sleep next to me on the bed, that i could cuddle up to them and smell the comforting scent of their skin. But I couldn't, they weren't mine to hold anymore. But the voices stopped torturing me the moment my savior spoke again.

“I didn't mean it to happen, it started as a friendship that developed into something more. I never wanted to hurt you, but I couldn't stay away from him. He gave me things i always wanted and couldnt get from you, he loves me the way you never could”

This was the end of us.

I got up from the floor, while they remained sitting, looking at me with eyes filled with sorrow. My suitcase suddenly felt lighter, and my legs could move again. I carried myself to the closed door, to leave the place I called home behind me and start on a new life. I wasn't alone, my demons were back with me and they were always going to stay by side.

With my back to the person who once saw me as their universe, I spoke to them again, probably for the last time.

“Goodbye y\n. I'll come back to take my things when you're not around”

They did not grant me an answer, not that I deserved one anyway.

The heavy thud that the door after I closed it made its way into my heart, and I think I will forever hear it echoing through the now empty rooms.

“It was always meant to be this way spencer” the voices laughed cruelly “now it's just us again, just like the world always wanted”

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Pen Pals - Spencer Reid x Reader

Part 2

Part 3

Ongoing!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, normal stuff

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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” - Confucius

“Alright, that should be the last of the paperwork. I’ll get this processed by my superior and then you’ll get to fly out to Stafford and move in.” The man in front of you spoke. His hair was slicked back and his eyes were kind. Making it easier to go through with the simple betrayal you had settled upon. You were moving out. Out of state and away from the farm. And you were taking at least half a year off before going to med school. If you even went at all.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Yarborough,” You spoke as professionally as you could manage, despite your legs shaking with anxiety. You hadn’t gone out to do something like this on your own since you’d had to apply for college through a computer at the library. Your parents were somewhat anti-tech in your house. The phones were one thing. But to have a computer in the house? Anything beyond basic cable? The devil.

“Of course. Since you’ll be applying to school again within the next year, your monthly rent will be lessened along with your agreement for one to two roomates.” Mr. Yarborough restated, reminding you of the agreement you’d just made. You hardly had any friends, being the loser that you’d been in both highschool and college. So, maybe some forced interaction would bring about something good.

“Thank you again for coming out here. I wish I had reliable internet access but unfortunately, I don’t.” You thank Mr. Yarborough, reaching out and offering him your hand to shake. The man smiled, stood up, and took your hand and shook it firmly.

“Why of course. As your agent I have contacts all across the country for real estate opportunities. Even out in Stafford Virginia.” Yarborough laughed, letting your hand go after a brief moment. “Though I assume that this will be our last meeting, since you’ll be moving in within the next two weeks or so. I wish you luck.”

You smiled warmly, awkwardly fixing your slid blouse sleeve back onto your shoulder as you tried to make it through this seemingly simple interaction. It was uncomfortable, the blouse was too. All the clothes your mother often picked out for you were overly feminine and were supposed to be ‘modest’.

Nevertheless, you let your hand return to your side and fixed the bit of your hair that had fallen into your face. You say your goodbyes as quickly as you could, heading back out to your borrowed car. You put your key into the slot and turn the car on. The engine roars to life, starting the familiar shaking the car always managed to do despite your father’s best attempts to fix it. It was semi calming, allowing you to finally take a deep breath.

You carefully backed out of the line of stores and rumbled onto the road. There was no point in starting the air conditioner or the radio, as neither worked. So you were stuck in the old car, waiting for the light to change. Stuck alone with your thoughts.

Part of you felt absolutely terrible for plotting your move behind your parents’ backs. But the other part of you knew it was necessary. If you didn’t leave the house, let alone the state, you would never have a life of your own. Your parents would control it until they died. Which meant whomever you married had to be a man who was good with his hands. They wouldn’t except anyone else. Gender or otherwise, despite your constant pleadings.

You’d barely even managed to get out of your chores this morning. Your father had been hellbent on you helping with yet another day of harvest, but you’d managed to convince them you were meeting with a guidance counselor for a medical school nearby. That was enough to keep them off your back and allow you to take the family car. Well, the only other car besides your father’s pick up. But that thing was untouchable.

At least you had the good news of your departure to Virginia in a couple of weeks. Soon, you’d be out of the nest and on your own. Finally. With enough allowance and odd-end job money saved up, you were sure you could afford a used car that was big enough to hold all your boxes in one trip. Which wouldn’t be hard since most of what you were taking was going to be books and clothes.

The reality hadn’t set in yet, but you knew it was coming. With your down-payment set in stone for Cresent Pointe Apartments, along with your appointment with a nearby used car dealership within the next week, you’d have a completely different life within the next month.

As the cars in front of you began to move, you took a deep breath, letting your mind wander to other areas of your life. You tried to think of anything you might miss. Anything you might long for once you’d left for good. But the daunting realization hit you with almost a feed-bag’s weight of force: There was nothing you were going to miss here. Nothing. You had no friends. You had no job that was going to miss you. No connections that meant much of anything. Just a college doctorate that you’d be taking with you regardless. It hit you even harder when you realized you weren’t going to miss your parents. You wanted to. But the thought of leaving them didn’t fill you with remorse or brief feelings of doubt for having to go so far. It filled you with dread that they’d find out you’d moved farther than you’d told them and they’d demand that you come home.

You blinked for a moment, mindlessly watching the road and soon turning to drive down the gravel road that would lead you back to your parent’s house within a mile or so. It was noon, meaning the mail would be showing up soon. You’d been trying your hardest to withhold your excitement for the past few days when the mail would arrive. Any hint that you had someone you were talking to that your parents hadn’t met, and you would be instantly grounded and told never to contact him again. They’d probably make you send a goodbye letter too.

But never the less, each day brought the exciting prospect that you could have a new letter to add to your other one. You wondered what he’d say. If he’d answered your questions about what to do. Where he worked. Even if he hadn’t, it was all very exciting.

It was with this excitement that you found yourself driving just a bit faster than you should be, quickly correcting yourself as you turned into your parent’s driveway and parked in the garage. You should’ve checked the mailbox when you’d been at the bottom of the hill, but you had a feeling your mother had the mail. Which slightly made you nervous. But maybe Spencer’s doctor title would ease their concerns. They could assume he was a doctor that worked with the med school you were supposed to be applying to.

You quickly turned the rumbling car off and exited it, heading inside through the garage door. You took your shoes off and placed them beside the door, craning your neck to look for any sign of your mother or the mail. Unluckily for you, you found your mother standing at the dining room table with the mail on said table.

“(Y/N), darling, you’ve got a letter.” Your mother’s voice called, seeming to already know it was you who had just arrived back. So you had gotten a letter, but your mother had it. Shit.

“I did? Oh, well thank you.” You said, hoping your excitement wasn’t bleeding into your voice as you approached her. “Can I have it?” You ask, growing worried when your mother didn’t immediately hand it over.

“It’s from some doctor. His name is Spencer Reid. Have you heard of him?” Your mother asked. “It might be spam mail. I want to be certain before I give it to you, dear.”

You cursed mentally. You knew this would happen. Your little story of Spencer being a teacher or doctor working with some university would have to work.

“Yes I have. H-he’s actually an admissions counselor. He works for OSU.” You say, lying through your teeth. Your mother’s brow furrows, not completely buying your story.

“How is he a counselor for OSU? His address is from Virginia.” Your mother asks, growing wary and suspicious. You had to fix this now. Or otherwise your letter would end up in the trash. And you’d end up grounded for lying.

“W-well, you can be an admissions counselor even if you don’t live in a state where that university resides. All he has to do is send letters and emails. P-promise.” You insist, praying that she’d take the false story and leave it alone.

Your mother looked back at the letter and sighed, shaking her head. “Technology these days. At least this man has the decency to still write hand-written letters.” Your mother scoffed, handing the envelope to you. “If it’s an acceptance letter, let your father and I know.” She then disappeared into the living room with the rest of the mail, leaving you to let out a sigh of relief.

That was way too close.

You stifled a giggle of excitement before you began to head up the stairs to your room. You headed into your room with the letter pressed to your chest, finally letting out a soft giggle as you closed your bedroom door. You rushed to your desk, taking a frenzied seat. You grabbed your letter opener, quickly ripping the envelope open and pulling out the letter that laid inside.

You took a deep breath, wanting to ensure you didn't rip the paper. Gently, you unfolded it and began to read with a smile cemented onto your face.

Hello again. It is a pleasure to hear from you. 26/09/2010

I was worried that my vast education had scared you away. Not many people find geniuses easy to talk to.

To answer your question, I am 28. I will be 29 this coming October. I suppose that should be enough proof that I am indeed not a ten year old. I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries, but may I know when your birthday is?

I am also very happy to have received your letters, however annoying it was at first. My mother signed me up for the penpal program when I was young. Somehow my name wasn’t given to anyone until you. In complete honesty, I’m glad it was you.

It is exciting to receive your first doctorate. Mine was Mathematics, an exciting course in my opinion. However, the more I received, the excitement dwindled. But I suppose that’s what happens when you go through something enough times. It becomes second nature. But don’t let that discourage you from taking another round of classes. It is important to keep learning, even if that information doesn’t come from hour long lectures.

I have an impeccable taste for any old literature from at least before the 20th century. The least technologically advanced, the better. No one seems to understand that, not even my friends. But at least I have my books to keep me company. I’m both surprised and happy to know we both share a love for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It’s hard to find anyone who loves him beyond his obvious works on Sherlock Holmes, however amazing they may be.

I work for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, or BAU for short. I’m what we call a profiler. We take studied cases of people and behavior clusters to catch serial killers. That, would be how I could figure out how many of Doyle’s books you’ve read, not my memory.

My PhD’s are Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering. Furthermore, my BA’s are in Psychology, Sociology, and most recently, Philosophy. Scared of me yet?

I can’t tell you whether or not to go to med school. It’s a good opportunity, but you shouldn’t do something you don’t want to do. Studies show that choosing a career path that is unfufilling can lead to cases of depression and mental illness later in life. Often causing what people tend to call a ‘Mid-life Crisis’.

My advice is to do what you enjoy. If med school isn’t for you, find another topic or major that interests you. I hear that Chemistry is an easier course than medical school. I do believe you’d be in lab more than you would be if you enrolled in med school. Chemistry, in my opinion, was one of my easier doctorates. So I can most definitely help you, should you go that far.

I can’t give much advice on whether or not to move out of your parents residence. I moved out at 18, although unwillingly. Moving out, early or otherwise, is shown to promote independence, ensure privacy if you choose to live alone, As well as ensure you can talk to and be who you want. You may miss your parents, but it is your life. You should get a say in how it goes.

I wrote a little too much for this one page, so I will have to close for now. I hope to hear from you soon. Don’t take too long to write, I’m eager to find out your decision on your next adventure. :)

Regards,

Spencer Reid

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Since you’ve read his most popular works, Here’s some of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s lesser known works I think you would enjoy.

-The Tragedy of the Korosko

-The Maracot Deep

-Tales of Unease

-The Poison Belt

You giggle with an even bigger burst of excitement. He had written on both sides of the paper! He really got into his advice. It made you wonder if he felt deprived of that ability elsewhere in his life.

But an FBI profiler? Who would’ve thought! No wonder he could guess how you’d snuck a bit of research when you’d visited the library a few days ago. What? You were curious. You thought that he had been the doctor that had been the first name to pop up upon Googling his name and title based on his vocabulary. How lucky were you that you’d gotten a fricking genius as a penpal?!

You smiled at the list of books that Spencer had penned at the very end of his letter. Somehow, he’d managed to pick out the ones you hadn’t read as of yet. Though something told you that was his profiling at work.

His words seemed to resonate with you, reminding you that this life was yours. That no one could dictate what you do. (Other than the law, but some people disregarded that. You guess that’s where Spencer steps in.)

You didn’t have to listen to your parents. Whether they liked it or not you were going to move out. You were 23! Almost 24. It was time you left and started your life. They can’t hold you back anymore. You were no longer a child. The moment you stopped living under their roof was the moment your life would begin. The only reason you’d studied Biology for so long was because you wanted to prolong your time before your parents would expect you to enroll in med school. If that wasn’t any indication that you didn’t want this, then what was?

“(Y/N)? Honey? You’ve been up there a long time. Is it an acceptance letter?”

You jumped at your mother’s sudden voice, taking a slow breath. Maybe it was time you told them. Better to come clean now, than to drop the bomb on them later. You didn’t know what you were going to go back to school for, but it was definitely not going to be med school.

—-----

The jet’s engine had a slow hum that was easy to ignore, but calming to focus on. Spencer leaned his head back against the familiar seat, a book on the table in front of him now long forgotten. The genius had closed his eyes just a moment before, sleep heavy in his eyes. Within the last weeks, the team had been on two back to back cases. One in Atlanta Georgia, and then one in ‘their own backyard’, or Bristol Virginia. The only reason they were even flying back to Quantico was because it would be a five hour drive if they didn’t. A drive Spencer was glad they didn’t take. He hated driving.

The jet’s engine, something Reid had never tried to listen to before, he suddenly found himself analyzing what the different sounds might mean. Whether sounds meant differing movement, or turbulence. Despite his ability to read as quickly as he did, his eyes were tired and the letters had begun to swirl on the page. That had been enough to make him put the book down. No need to get vertigo from a book page, however good the book might've been.

“So, you ever gonna tell us why you’ve been rushing to get home after every case? You got a special friend?” Derek’s voice started up, pulling an subconscious groan from Spencer’s lips. He lifted his head, suddenly realizing with the way the light began to strain at his eyes that he was having one of his headaches. The headache was probably why he couldn’t read without the words doing cartwheels on the pages.

“I don’t have to inform you on every new person in my life, Morgan. I don’t recall you telling me every time you went home with a girl.” Spencer points out with a bit of an edge to his voice. Reid grumbled under his breath as he tried to convince himself to be present, rubbing his eyes free from the sleep that had tried to creep up on him. He grimaced as the throbbing in his head grew sharper, sending a heavy wave of dizziness washing over him. He hung his head lower, hoping to chase away any indications that something was wrong.

“Oh don’t do that, man. I just wanna know if our resident genius has a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I won’t judge.” Derek spoke again. Spencer held back a groan, although glad to know he had support should he ever find a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend.

If he didn’t look up at Morgan in the next few seconds he’d ask what’s wrong. Then he’d have to formulate a lie to get him to back off. And currently, Spencer did not have the mental capacity to do so after how draining his headaches were.

Slowly, he lifted his head and forced himself to open his eyes, although he immediately squinted upon the introduction of the jet's bright light. “For your information, I don’t. I’m allowed to hang out with friends and it not be a date.” Spencer grumbles, squinting at Morgan. Why must they keep the jet so brightly lit? Especially at night? Couldn't they just dim the lights a little bit?

Morgan’s playful smile slightly fell at Spencer’s squinting, blinking in concern. “Well, I feel a little hurt you didn’t invite me to this 'hang out' of yours. I mean, I invited you out but you turned me down, kid. Brushing me off for somebody else? Kinda makes me think you got a partner.” Derek says, adjusting his seat closest to the window so that he could lay back a bit. He took his headphones in his hands, getting ready to place them around his neck.

“I don’t–” Spencer hissed, biting back the rest of his reply, as he realized the rest of the team had caught wind of their conversation. Seems like whenever it concerned him and his personal life, it was everybody’s business. He sighed, rolling his eyes. He leaned closer to Derek and lowered his voice. “I don’t have a partner, Derek. I didn’t invite you because there wasn’t a hang out to begin with. Some people still write, you know.” Spencer hissed, adding an edge to his voice to give some sort of hint that he was not a fan of this investigation into his personal life.

Derek raised an eyebrow, pausing in his attempt to put his headphones back around his neck. “Write? Like, letters?” He asked curiously. Spencer widened his eyes and closed them with the sudden realization of what he’d just admitted.

"Shit…" Spencer whispered under his breath. Derek’s smile returned brighter than ever, knowing and cheeky, Spencer put his face in his hands, groaning at both the pain and the annoyance that he’d just let his secret out in front of the team.

“Who’s writing letters?” Hotch suddenly asked, turning to look at them from his seat across from them.

“Apparently this ‘friend’ of Reid’s. They communicate through snail mail. That’s like, perfect for you, isn’t it pretty boy?” Morgan answered and teased. Reid let out another soft groan.

“Come on Morgan! I’m allowed to like simple things! It’s refreshing to actually write letters to someone other than my mom.” Reid insisted in a slightly higher pitched tone, his eyes wide as he quickly grew tired of Morgan’s meddling.

“Yeah, but it’s cute, man. So who are they? If they ain’t your partner?” Morgan asked, his teasing only slight. Spencer rolled his eyes, glancing to the other side of the jet to see if he had any back-up. To his dismay, he instead had two interested parties staring back at him in hopes he would figuratively ‘Spill the Beans’. They even had Garcia on the monitor, eyes filled with intrigue.

Spencer looked out the window for a moment and sighed. There was no getting them to let it go. Especially Garcia. “Okay well,” He started, causing everyone to lean closer. “I didn’t plan on it, but apparently my mom signed me up for this… penpal program thing when I was younger. They didn’t give my name out until a few weeks ago. Apparently switching to digital mixed up a few things. They gave it to a woman named (Y/N) (L/N). She contacted me, and I replied. We’ve been exchanging letters since.” Spencer explained, looking between the team for their reactions.

“That… has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Emily spoke, looking from Reid to Rossi.

“You don’t get experiences like that every day. Did you thank your mom?” Rossi asked, his arms resting on his knees as he tries to face the rest of the team.

“Yeah I did.” Spencer replied.

“What’s she like? Is she just as nerdy as you?” Garcia asked, smiling. Suddenly, she gasps and her smile grows even bigger. “Did you want me to look her up for you? I’ll uncover everything! Right down to her favorite color-”

A brief wave of panic runs through him. “No!” He exclaimed suddenly. The team looks at him bewildered, causing a pit of anxiety to slowly form in his stomach.

“I-I want to find out more through her letters, Garcia. Not by an internet search.” He paused, taking a deep breath, finding himself smiling. “I don’t know her favorite color yet. Maybe that’s what I should ask next.”

Morgan smiled. “Atta boy. Takin’ it slow.” Spencer smiled back, relieved Morgan didn’t say more. Although he was slightly miffed that Morgan insinuated that they were actually long distance lovers.

“Alright, Junior G Man. Just know she’s just a click away.” Garcia reminds, her face lit up with a mischievous wonder. Reid turned his face away, finding himself unable to hide his smile.

“Does that mean you’re not gonna tell us about her?” Rossi spoke, looking back at the genius. Reid looked back towards the team with a smirk forming on his face that he tried to fight. He waits a long moment, making a face of consideration.

“Well? Come on kid, don’t leave us hanging.” Morgan spoke up. Reid further held back a knowing smile as he finally opened his mouth to reply.

“Sure, I'll tell you everything–" Spencer teased, rolling his eyes playfully. "No! Did you really think I was going to share her information with you when you just offered to snoop into her life for me? Heck no!” Spencer laughed again. “I’m allowed some secrets of my own, you guys.” Reid teased, causing the rest of the team to collectively groan in disappointment.

Hotch smiled softly for a moment, laughing. “I think it’s safe to say he’s not going to tell us any time soon.”

"Though there is room to hope you'll tell us one day, right Reid?" Emily asked.

Spencer chuckled. "One day, key word."

Spencer’s laugh slowly dies, his eyes still creased with joy as the team turns back to their activities. His smile remained on his face, glad to have finally gotten some payback for the years of playful teasing.

As Reid felt his laughter settle, he found that the thought of (Y/N) still left him with a fondness that he couldn’t quite explain. It couldn’t be what Morgan was insinuating.

Sure, Reid had partners before. Mostly girlfriends, but either way they didn’t last long. The relationships often ended on the other end, and often due to elements of his life. His job, education, PhDs, etc. Some of it was too daunting. Some of it was too time consuming. So he had closed off the idea of a partner, man or woman. If the opportunity arose, then he’d consider it. He found himself comfortable in his single life.

But this feeling… This feeling was different.

Reid decided to look back to his book, surprising himself when he didn’t feel his headache anymore. Scratch that, he did feel it, but not as strongly as before.

Guess that’s why distraction can be seen as a treatment, Spencer thought to himself. But it still doesn’t treat the base problem.

Reid let himself take a deep breath, feeling his chest rise and fall. They would be landing soon. Probably within the next hour or so. Maybe when he returned, he’d have a letter waiting for him in his mailbox. At least, he hoped so.

A jolt of excitement hit his chest. Only, it felt like it was something more. Then he suddenly felt a pang of panic follow suit.

No. He didn’t feel any sort of attraction to (Y/N). He just saw her as a friend. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d ever see her in person. The odds of that happening with (Y/N) living in Ohio, and him in Virginia, were slim.

Better to douse the embers now, before it erupts into an all-consuming fire that he can no longer control. Feelings were a territory unknown to Spencer. And they terrified him.

—-----

Once again, Reid found himself groggily walking up his stairs rather than taking the elevator. However tired he was, he’d always take the stairs if he could help it. Not that he was afraid of elevators… He just preferred to avoid them after his and Morgan’s instance with the malfunctioning elevator.

Nevertheless, Reid managed to arrive at his door with exhaustion as his only company. He had his mail gripped in his hand in a tight hold while he carried his messenger bag on his shoulder. He carried his go-bag in his other hand, setting it down momentarily to unlock the door. He hadn’t even stopped to check the stack for the familiar envelope.

Once the door was open, Reid picked his bag up off the floor and carried it inside. He began his nightly routine with locking the door behind him, and setting his mail on the table. Then, with unrelenting curiosity, he searched his stack of mail for the familiar gentle penmanship.

His heart jumped only slightly when he found the envelope tucked between an ad and a piece of junk mail.

Quickly, Reid picked the envelope up and turned it over. He pulled the seal out of the envelope with a smile, followed by the blue stationary. He laid the envelope on his dining table and sat back in his chair, unfolding the baby blue paper.

Greetings, Dr. Reid! 10/04/2010

No need to worry. No amount of education you have will scare away the likes of me. In fact, I prefer talking to people of higher IQ. Makes me feel understood.

Ooh! Three PhDs and three BAs and you’re still in your twenties? That’s amazing! You have to be a genius to manage that. I graduated on time like a boring person. But hey, who can say they finished their doctorate program in 3 years other than you? I’m sure it’s not that many people.

By the way, you don’t just ask a lady for her birthday. That’s like, rule number 2. Number one is to never ask a girl her age. They kind of go hand in hand.

That’s kinda cute that your mom signed you up. Maybe I can send you a thank you card along with my next reply so I can thank her. I just joined because I guess I needed a friend. Not that the college advice isn’t EXTREMELY helpful. I’m glad I got you too. I guess this means we’re friends now? Or are we stuck to ‘pals’?

I am so glad you agree on old literature. Anything after the 20th century is biased, although you can still find some rare gems. Like Sherlock Holmes and Edgar Allen Poe. But I guess you already knew that. You already profiled what I’ve already read of Doyle, so I wouldn’t put it past you to be able to guess what kind of literature is my favorite.

So you’re an FBI agent, huh? Tell me, do you guys really have a branch that watches search engines all day long for suspicious activity? That job sounds boring. I bet yours is way more exciting. Catching criminals based on science and behavior? Dream come true. Though I do wonder what you’d do if you weren’t FBI. I bet you get that question all the time.

I thought about what you said, and you should be proud. I took your advice and I’m deciding to go for a Chemistry doctorate this time. This way I can catch up to you one day. But I don’t know what I’d get if I went for a third round.

My parents aren’t… happy that I’m moving out. I expected that. They had complete polar opposite reactions too. My mother cried and begged me to stay while my father got mad and demanded that I change my mind. Like I’m going to just call up my realtor, who’s already in the process of getting my new apartment figured out, and say ‘Oops, nevermind.’

But you’re right. I need to do what I want to do. It’s my life.

One last question before I close this out, extremely important:

What is, your favorite ice cream flavor? Mine’s (F/I/C/F).

Hope to hear from you soon!

(Y/N) (L/N)

Spencer closes the blue paper, and discovers that his cheeks have begun to hurt from smiling for so long. He rubs one of them mindlessly, staring back down at the blue stationary he’d just closed. Maybe this is what it’s like having someone you can openly obsess over your favorite things with. Yeah. That’s probably what it is. It’s not like Spencer knew (Y/N) all that well yet. They’d only sent 5 letters in total. 2 being his own. He can’t fall in love with someone he’ll never meet. It was just destined for heartbreak.

This wasn’t going to be a problem. Spencer was sure he wasn’t crushing. It’s just admiration.

Spencer swallowed a gulp in his throat, standing up and stretching his worn out limbs. He glanced to his sink, sighing as he remembered that yes, he may have a day off, but that also meant dishes needed to be done. As well as laundry.

“Sometimes I wish I could blind myself to my own stupidity.” He grumbled to himself, resigning to leave the chores for tomorrow. For right now, he needed sleep. And lots of it.

What would he be doing if he wasn’t at the BAU? The question had been so innocent when asked, but it made Reid think. He knew he wanted to stay in the bureau. There was almost no doubt in his mind that this was where he belonged. But he’d never stopped to ponder what he’d be doing if he’d gone a different direction. If the FBI hadn’t been an option. He’d thought about it, but never in complete seriousness. The only time he’d actually considered something else had been when Gideon had left. Now? He wasn’t so sure.

Reid remained occupied in his mind as he continued his routine with brushing his teeth and changing for bed, thinking over the questions he’d been asked. It had been a long time since someone had asked him questions like that. Even silly ones, like the last one (Y/N) had cutely squeezed in between a serious topic and her closing. Maybe those were the kinds of questions he should be asking. To get to know her better.

Spencer sat down on his bed, picking up the blue paper he had laid gently on his nightstand. He laid back in his bed, resting his head on his pillow, and read it again. This time, he found himself staring at the poem left at the bottom. He smiled warmly, finally realizing the connection between his penpal’s emotions and the poems she picks. He folds up the letter once more, and places it back on top of his nightstand for him to read again in the morning in order to reply. For now, he read over the poem again in his mind. The poem sent to him by his newest friend.

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die,

Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go,

Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow.

– Langston Hughes

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Single Parent

Title: Single parent

Square Filled: Relationship break-up

Ship: Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Benny LaFitte

Rating: Mature

Summary: Your arranged bond with Dean grows fruits but you can’t be happy as you should.

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, unrequited feelings, sad reader, abandonment, Dean being a douche, giving birth (no description), shitty relationship, pregnant reader

A/N: I already outlined the story before I got the request. I changed the ending and a few scenes to make it fit.

Word Count: 3.5 k

Written/Created for: @spnmixedbingo

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 SPN Mixed BINGO Masterlist

Now…

“No John, I’m done,” you cry, running your hand over your baby bump. “You could force me to marry your son, to stay with him and have his heir,” you sniff, looking around the guest room you chose over your comfortable bedroom. “But you can’t force me to play the obedient housewife. I tried, John—I really tried but Dean doesn’t even like me.”

“He’s just a little stubborn and rough on the outside like me, doll,” John tries to reason with you. “Show him the latest ultrasound and he’ll change.”

“No, he won’t,” voice bitter you sit on the bed, shaking your head lightly. “That’s the problem. I-I’m nothing more than a breeder to your son. I know he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, but I had hoped he’ll be kinder to me when he sees me swollen with his child. I know he cares for the baby, but sadly I’m not sure it’s because he loves them or as you want an heir.”

“Y/N,” sitting next to you John watches you tear up. Months of rejection and coldness took a toll on you. “I didn’t know it’s that bad.”

“He told Sam I’m nothing but a vessel for his child, John. I could be dead, and he wouldn’t care,” choking out a sob you give John a sad smile. “Did you know he never came to the doctor with me? He never showed and my gynecologist believes I am a single parent – and maybe I am.”

“What happened last week? Why did you suddenly move out of your shared bedroom, doll? Did Dean hurt you?”

“Not physically-“ you huff, looking at the wedding band around your finger. “I was at my doctor’s practice for the next check-up, as usual, Dean didn’t show, even though, he promised to be there,” sniffling you take the wedding band off, dropping it onto the bed, not wanting to feel it on your skin right now.

“We had a meeting, I’m sorry for keeping Dean away from you,” John lies, you can see it in his eyes and his voice is a little too low. He doesn’t realize you know him too well to not see through his lies. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you, Y/N.”

“I saw all those happy couples and excited dad’s pacing around the waiting room and realized, Dean gives a shit on me and his child. I can’t leave, but at the same time I won’t pretend Dean is not the cold-hearted man he is,” sadly you can’t hide you are still in love with his son, but your try your hardest.

“What happened, Y/N? I heard you fought with your husband. Did he hurt you?” John presses. “I need to know…”

“You really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you everything happening that day-“

One week earlier…

“Mrs. Winchester,” the nurse chirps, leading you into the room. “Where’s your husband? Didn’t he want to join us today?”

“He wanted but as always, business comes first,” you grumble, handing the young woman a business card. “That’s my brothers-in-law’s number. If I ever need help, please call him.”

“What about your husband?” confused the nurse looks at you, blinking a few times before she recognizes your teary eyes. “Ah, got it. I will call Sam Winchester if it’s necessary. We will add it to your medical record.”

“Thank you,” giving the nurse a sad smile you try to push the tears away. “As I said, my husband is always busy, and Sam offered his help. If not, call the second number, that’s my father-in-law.”

“No problem, Mrs. Winchester. Now let’s turn our attention toward your baby. Are you excited to find out about the gender?” nodding you swallow the lump in your throat, hiding you wished Dean would’ve come to find out with you.

“All done, Cher?” watching you walk out of the practice, a soft smile on his lips Benny offers his hand to you. “So, did they tell you the gender today?”

“It’s a boy,” you choke out, done fighting the tears. “You’re the first one I told, Benny-“ ignoring people watch you cry outside of your doctor’s practice you hide your face in Benny’s chest.

“He should’ve been here, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“Everyone is always sorry; everyone but Dean,” angrily fisting Benny’s jacket you look up at your bodyguard. “I’m done trying, Benny. This is ridiculous. He’s not interested in me or the baby.”

“Dean cares about the baby, Cher,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “It’s true.”

“Dean only cares about my son as he needs an heir. There is no love in him. I-I wanted to share this with him. Dean, he should’ve been here with me, experience every step but he refuses to even give me that. My first pregnancy should’ve been something special but now, it only makes me sad.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks, awaiting your report as usual.

“Still alive. Benny got the ultrasound if you want to see them. If you want to know about the gender, ask your friend too,” you quip, walking toward the walk-in-wardrobe to get your favorite pajamas, you ignore Dean follows you. “Unlike other people he was there.”

“I had a meeting, Y/N,” arguing Dean watches you gather more clothes, frowning as you didn’t jump on him to tell him every single detail about your appointment.

Usually, you would excitedly tell him about the baby, forcing him to look at the ultrasound picture and demand his attention. Today, you barely said two words, not even tried to talk to him.

“A meeting, sex with one of your girls – I don’t care Dean. I’m tired of this, of you. To give you the space you need, I’ll go and have lunch with Charlie. Don’t wait for me–“ you chuckle, humorlessly. “Ah, yeah I forgot. You wouldn’t care if I never return.” walking out of the room, leaving a speechless Dean behind, you slam the door shut, making him flinch.

“Benny, my wife is gone; just like all of her belongings, we need to find her! She’s pregnant with my child.”

“You only care about the baby, huh? Do you even know it’s a boy, Dean?” Benny sneers, placing the ultrasound picture into Dean’s hand. “Y/N is not gone, she simply moved into the guestroom next to John’s room. I helped her while you were out, doing god knows.”

“Wait – she moved into the guestroom? Why?”

“Seriously, Dean? You promised to be there, at least to get to know about the gender, and yet, you didn’t come to the practice. I think Y/N gave up trying,” huffing Dean watches you step out of the guestroom, ignoring he glares at you.

“Y/N, you can’t just move out of our bedroom!” muttering the words Dean watches you walk past him.

“Oh, you meant me. I thought I’m only a vessel, a breeder to carry your heir,” whipping your head toward Dean you give him a cold glare. Your heart races and you can feel fresh tears well-up to your eyes, but you need to get this out before you can return to your room and cry some more.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N. What if you go into labor and I’m not close by?” Dean mutters.

“I think it’s for the best you keep on ignoring me and give your whores all of your attention,” brushing past Dean you slap his hand away when he tries to touch you.

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Winchester-“ you growl. “I fulfilled my duty and got pregnant. Now you can stick your dick into any pussy and stay the fuck away from me and don’t worry about my labor. I will, just like anything else since I got pregnant, handle this on my own. If I should need help at any point of my pregnancy, Sam and John offered to be there for me.”

Now …

“Dean messed up epically, huh?” John carefully tries when you get up to walk toward the nursery next to the guestroom. “What are you going to do?“

"Nothing, John. Just like the first four months of my pregnancy, I will try to do what’s best for my son,“ John’s eyes light up when you tell him he’s going to have a grandson. “Today I’ll focus on finishing the nursery. Benny and Sam helped me with the wallpaper and cradle. I must check on the bears I painted and will make a list of what I will need.”

“I can help,“ offering you a cracked smile John holds out his hand. “I got you into this shitshow, let me at least try to make things easier for you, doll.”

“You could check on the shelves and cradle,” you sniff. “I just wish I had a man like you or Sam by my side. I see the way Sam cares about his wife and children. I know Dean is a little closed-off, like you but he’s kind to everyone he likes. Must be me.”

“Oh, Y/N,” slinging one arm around your shoulders John leads you out of your chosen bedroom. “You still got people caring about you. Sammy and I will be there and help you.”

“I know…”

“You’re talented,” looking at the bears you painted John smiles. “Mommy bear and baby bear,” he hums, admiring your painting. “Where’s the dad?”

“I’m a single parent, John. Why should I paint a daddy bear if he gives a shit on me and his son?” Dean stands in the doorframe, watching his father help you fix one of the shelves, swallowing thickly. “You know, every single woman at my doctor’s practice looks so happy, they glow and I just-“

“I get it, Y/N. You wanted your pregnancy to be special,” nodding you look at the bears. “You could draw an Uncle Sammy and Granddad John bear.”

“I’ll think about it, John,” with a small smile on your lips you watch John place the plushies onto one of the shelves. “You know, he didn’t even care about my morning sickness or cravings. I had this image in my mind. Dean the devoted soon-to-be dad helping me during my pregnancy. I know he doesn’t love me, I’m not delusional. But a bit more attention would’ve been nice.”

Two months later…

Used to being on your own you walk into your doctor’s practice. This time you don’t look at all the happy couples wishing it were you and Dean. Over the last weeks, you made up your mind.

Only as you don’t get to leave Dean doesn’t mean you must bear his behavior. So, you decided to keep your distance and only ask John, Sam, or Benny for help with the nursery.

You no longer tell Dean about your check-ups or try to include him in your pregnancy.

“Morning, Mrs. Winchester,” you flinch when the nurse calls your name. “How are you feeling today? Will the baby daddy be here today too?”

“No,” you breathe out. “Let’s be honest, Sally.” giving the young nurse a sad smile, you point toward the other pairs. “I know you are only trying to be friendly but anytime you are asking about my non-present husband it stings. Why don’t you treat me like a single parent? Cause that’s what I am.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks again, following you toward the nursery. “Listen, I know you try to punish me but not telling me about our baby breaks one of my rules.”

“The baby is still alive. He grows fast and the ultrasound picture lies on your desk. If you have more questions, call my gynecologist or,” turning around you give Dean a cold look, “you could move your ass to the practice next time but I get it – you were busy.”

“I got the right to know about my son,” growling the words Dean steps closer but this time, he doesn’t intimidate you with his size. “Tell me everything.”

“Weight and size are average. His heartbeat is strong, and he sucked his thumb today,” you scoff at Dean’s sudden interest. “You would know more about your child if you actually cared. He started to be more active, I can feel our little boy kick me harder but so far, only John felt our baby kick.”

Walking away you enter your room, slamming the door shut behind you, locking it to take a deep breath.

“He’s my son too! You can’t shut me out!” Dean yells from the hallway.

“Sperm donator, you son of a bitch,” you growl. “If it were up to me, I’d file for divorce.”

“YOU WON’T!” he mutters. “I will not allow you to leave me.”

“I got that, but you should know that our marriage is over to me. If you dare to get close to me ever again, you’ll lose your hands or cock. Go and fuck one of your sluts.”

“I should-“ frustrated Dean kicks your door. “You’re still my wife, Y/N. I expect you to respect me and our bond.”

“Fuck that,” feeling exhausted you lie on your bed, gently running one hand over your belly. “He’ll not ruin your life, baby boy. I promise to protect you from your asshole father.”

“I heard that.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you cry. “Now leave me alone. You got the information you need. Don’t worry, your heir is still healthy. Even though, you didn’t help me at all…”

Two months, two weeks, and five days later…

“Looks good,” John hums, glancing at the ultrasound picture. “How are you, doll? Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine,” looking at your wedding band you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is there a way to protect my child from Dean? Can you add something to the prenup? Please.”

“I will not allow Dean to hurt your son, Y/N. I don’t think Dean would ever lay a finger on him-“

“That’s not what I meant. Being around Dean is unhealthy for me. What will he do to our child? How shall I explain to my baby boy that his father hates me? That I’m only a breeder to him, a body he could use to get a child.”

“Are you fucking my father?” ludicrously you look at Dean when he storms into your room, your solace. “That’s the reason you moved out of our bedroom – huh? You spread your legs for John Winchester.”

“What the fuck, Dean?” you sniff, reluctantly leaving the bed. “Over the last week I barely left my room as I didn’t feel well, and you accuse me of such a thing? I don’t have the time to fuck anyone. Unlike you, I had to take care of anything-“ whimpering you feel a piercing pain ripple through your womb. “Oh, god-“

“Y/N?” paling Dean watches you crouch down in front of your bed, crying out in pain. “What’s wrong? Y/N, talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Go and get your father or Sam,” you pant, while you try to remember everything the midwife taught you. “I think the baby wants to get out.”

“No, it’s too early,” panicked Dean rushes to your side to help you sit on the bed. “I’ll call an ambulance, Y/N.”

“O-okay-“ you scream, feeling another painful contraction approach. “No, no. My water just broke.” tears run down your cheeks when John and Sam stumble into the room. They heard your screams and try to help.

“Fuck, doll,” John mumbles, kneeling in front of you to calm you. “Sammy, call an ambulance and tell Benny to get Y/N’s bags. I’ll stay here to help her.”

“I already called an ambulance. Stop acting as if that’s your son,” Dean growls, glaring at his father.

“Do you want to help the mother of your child or fight with me right now, son? I think you showed how much you are interested in your child. Now shut the fuck up and help me here,” John would like to give his son a piece of mind but right now, he must take care of you.

“John,” grasping for your father-in-law’s hand, “promise me he won’t be there. I don’t want Dean inside the room while I give birth.”

"That’s my wife and child in there! Lemme inside,” Dean growls, fighting against one of the security guards. “Let me pass.”

“DEAN,” John’s voice booms through the hallway. “Your wife is in there. She’s in pain, scared, and tries to give birth to your baby. Stop acting like an idiot. You had it coming.”

“You didn’t care about your child or wife for over eight months. Did you honestly believe she wants you in there?” Sam huffs, squeezing Jess’s hand. “I was with Jess the whole time. I heard the heartbeat, saw my baby, felt it kick. I can’t believe you didn’t want to experience any of it.“

“I-I never wanted to marry Y/N. It was an arranged bond,” Dean sniffs, hearing you cry out in pain.

“This doesn’t change she’s your wife and that she needed you. Even more important, your son needed you. I believe babies bond with their parents in the womb. You could’ve talked to him, played music, or feel him kick.”

“Look at you baby boy,” cooing your son you feel your heart swell. Even if Dean is not going to show any affection toward your child, you’ll give the little boy all your love. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Can I finally see him too?” Dean mutters, sneaking into your room. “How could you let my father, Sam, and Jess see my son first?”

“I didn’t think you will find the time to visit me and your baby. If you would excuse me now, I want to concentrate on Robert Maximilian Winchester.”

“What?” gaping at you Dean feels his stomach churn. “You named him Robert? But-but we agreed to name him Dean jr. How could you not only keep me away while giving birth but also deciding on a name without me? That’s cruel.” Dean sniffs, looking at your son in your arms.

“Cruel–?” you take a deep breath, try to ignore the burning rage running through your veins. “Do you know what cruel means, Winchester? Cruel means that your husband, the man you love with all your heart ignores you completely. Cruel means that he never shows affection or at least cares about you during pregnancy.”

“I’m his father!”

“Sperm donator,” you retort. “We are only a breeder and a sperm donator. You are not a father, and never will be. You’ll not hurt my baby boy and push him away as you did with me. You can lay claim on him when he turns 18, until then I’ll give him all the love he deserves.”

“He’s my baby boy too,” sniffling Dean looks at your child, tearing up. “Let me at least hold him. Please.”

“Not today,” adamant you defend your son, not giving in. It’s your turn to be selfish and not to show any compassion. Dean can cry as much as he wants to.

Today, you’ll be the cruel one – even if it kills you.

“She doesn’t let me hold my son,” outside of your room Dean starts to cry. “I wasn’t allowed to hold my baby boy. How can she be so cruel?”

“I say it again – you had it coming,” John shrugs, ignoring he feels sorry for his son. “Y/N never was cruel. All she wanted was a bit of affection. Why couldn’t you give her that?”

“I just didn’t feel like pretending. But I care about our baby and want to hold him.”

Dean doesn’t leave your side. He sits next to your bed, still looking at his son.

“Please let me hold him, Y/N.”

“Five minutes,” you whisper, not looking at Dean. “You can hold him for five minutes and after that, you can pretend we do not exist until you need your heir.”

“It’s not like that,” with trembling fingers Dean takes Robert Maximillian out of your hands. “He’s so beautiful and tiny.”

“It’s a baby, what did you expect,” turning around to not watch Dean with your son you close your eyes. “Tell me when you are done playing daddy, Dean.”

“Why are you so cold. This isn’t you, Y/N.”

“That’s what happens to a loving person when she gives up. If you don’t like me the way I am now, you can always ask your dad to let me out of this marriage...”

“Look this is your room, baby boy,” cooing your baby you walk around the room. “There is a teddy bear, and over there is a cute duck. Maybe you’ll like the cat Sammy bought for you?”

“He doesn’t like cats,” Dean grumbles, walking into the nursery. “I bet he’s allergic like me.” hopefully looking at you Dean holds out his hands. “Come on, lemme hold him for a while.”

“I will leave you to your son, Dean. If you are done pretending you are a father, holler and I’ll take care of Robert,” carefully placing your son into Dean’s arms you ignore he tries to talk to you.

“Y/N, we should talk about a few things.”

“Don’t hurt yourself, Dean. I’m stuck in this marriage, but this doesn’t mean I let you walk all over me ever again. I am a single parent, and this will not change…”

>> Part 2

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starlightblueninja · 3 years ago

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Ciao! can I please request headcanons for the bayverse turtles with a gender neutral S/O where they’re hanging out one day and they have music playing on shuffle, but then the reader suddenly starts crying because they used to listen to that song all the time when they were little and it just hit them right in the childhood? Comfort ensues 👉🏽👈🏽 please. and thank you.

Hey!

Thanks for the request! This took a little while because it’s my first one and I wanted it to be nice UwU and I enjoyed playing around with the bois being comforting since I’ve never really done that before. Hope you enjoy 💙♥️🧡💜💚 @sleeplessdreamer14

Leonardo

You’re laying on the couch reading while Leo’s doing katas about ten feet away. Every now and again you’ll look up at him, smiling as his practiced movements resemble a dance. Mikey left some playlist running in the background on his boombox before disappearing to make food, and normally music with lyrics makes it difficult for you to read but you were only really half paying attention to the book. You almost enjoy watching Leo practice more anyway.

The music barely distracts you, at least until you hear that… familiar intro. The rest of the world kind of fades away as the song takes you back years.

Nostalgia clogs your senses, eyes watering before you know it and a lump forming in the back of your throat as you try to hold back from crying. You close the book in your lap and let the music fill your senses. It’s been a while since you’ve heard this one. Memories resurface and you try to simply blink away the tears, but it’s inevitable, they fill your eyes until your vision is watery.

“Hey,” you look up to see Leo sitting down next to you, his eyes filled with concern but voice gentle and comforting as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s dumb, but… this song just… takes me back,” you respond quietly. “I used to listen to it a lot when I was younger.”

You wipe your eyes with your free hand just as Leo takes your other hand in his. His warm, strong, big hand in yours makes the tears easier to swallow. You squeeze his palm reassuringly and he moves a little closer to you before you continue talking.

“It reminds me of the places I used to go and the friends I used to have, feels like a lifetime ago, when things were less… complicated.”

Leo perfectly understands the wish for things to be easy, and he understands how it feels to not want to carry responsibilities. He knows what it’s like to have a weight on your shoulders. And so, instead of telling you it’s dumb or offering simple platitudes, he presses a kiss to your knuckles and nods in understanding.

“I miss it,” you say simply.

“If it’s any consolation,” he starts. “I’m glad that you’re here now.”

You look up at him with watery eyes but you’re wearing a crooked smile at his remark. The song still plays on in the background but right now you’re more focused on the way the terrapin kisses your forehead and buries his face in your hair. You feel his inhale taking in your scent and you smile against his collarbone, relaxing against him.

Yeah, you still miss your old friends and family, when things were easy and you bore less of the world on your shoulders. But for now you have him, and really, what else do you need?

Raphael

Raph’s got his workout playlist on while you sit next to him, bantering back and forth with him as he does his routine. The music is a surprisingly varied mix, you didn’t expect to hear the couple of 80s pop and early 2000’s girl band songs that you did. You teased him a little about it at first but it was all well meaning.

You don’t really notice what song is playing until about halfway through the first verse. You know this song too well. It’s been a long time since you last heard it, though, and maybe that’s why it affects you the way it does now. Raph had been saying something, but his voice kind of fades away as your focus shifts to the music and the memories it brings back.

Flashes of your childhood flit past your mind’s eye. The good, the bad, the in between, and all the other things you thought you had forgotten about. You don’t even realize there’s tears in your eyes until they’re falling, running hot trails down your cheeks and it’s too late to try and hold them back.

“Hey, hey baby, what’s wrong?” Raph must have noticed you go quiet since now he’s kneeling in front of you with so much concern on his face. “You okay? ‘S it somethin’ I said?”

“No! No no no,” you’re quick to reassure him and he relaxes, but only minutely since it’s clear you’re still upset. “I-It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.”

“‘Ey, don’t say that, whatever it is, it ain’t stupid,” his hand sets itself gently on your knee.

“I just used to listen to this song as a kid a lot, takes me back.”

He’s sat down in front of you now, cross-legged just as you are so your knees are touching his, “That ain’t stupid.”

His hand brushes away the tears from one side of your face, your own hand coming up to dry the other side before you lean into his warm touch. The way his hand cups your cheek comforts you immensely.

“Feels stupid to cry over it.”

But he knows what it’s like to miss the innocence lost with age, so he pinches your cheek lightly and playfully in disagreement, bringing a smile to your face even as you push his hand away.

“I can turn it off if ya want,” he offers gently, and you hesitate before shaking your head no.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine,” you respond.

“Whatever ya say, shorty.”

And with that you two are right back to your usual lighthearted teasing. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before he goes back to working out, the memories fading away to make room for the new ones you make with him. He makes sure to remember exactly what song it is, though, and you don’t consciously pick up on this fact but you never actually hear it from any of his playlists again after that moment.

Donatello

You two often sit in peaceful quiet. Donnie will work on his projects, you sitting there on your phone or working on your own stuff, occasionally handing him various tools when he needs them. He’s often got something going on in the background, usually podcasts or heavy music when he’s alone, but always soft music when you’re around so he doesn’t miss if you say something to him. Like now, with him under the truck fixing something and you sitting cross-legged a few feet away playing a puzzle game on your phone. You’re waiting patiently for him to be done. Bed time for you two was about an hour ago now but you know how important this fix is for him and that it should really be done tonight. So you don’t press the issue but you are ready to sleep.

You don’t often notice the music he’s got playing unless it’s a song you really like or dislike, it’s just some shuffled Spotify playlist that he thinks fits the vibe of today. But you notice immediately when that song starts playing. It’s so familiar to you, after listening to it so much in the past, that it would be shameful not to recognize it now.

Your vision goes blurry as your focus shifts away from your current self. You’re reminded of the past, the radio in your old house, your parents, the way they always had the same station playing in the house and in the car and at cookouts. You’ve heard this song so much now that it immediately throws you back into the past. It happens so fast you might as well have whiplash, but you just get misty eyed instead.

Your bottom lip trembles, warm lines running down your cheeks soon after and Donnie notices quickly that something is up when you don’t respond to his request for the torx screwdriver. He slides out from under the truck but you don’t even notice at first. The music has all but consumed you now.

“Y/N? Darling, what’s wrong?” He’s immediately at your side, a large hand gently on your bicep pulling you back to reality.

You look up at him but realize that it’s a little hard to see him with the way the tears have pooled. He can’t help but think that, even though he hates hates hates seeing you upset, that those tears make your eyes glisten so beautifully under the lights.

His other hand not on your arm comes up to brush the tears away as he repeats the question now that he’s got your focus.

“I used to listen to this song a lot as a kid,” you supply an answer softly, gaze falling from his. “Just makes me sad… I dunno why, I guess it just kinda hit me. Sorry.”

“No, no, dove, don’t apologize,” he says. “I understand and you’re alright, I’ve got you here, now.”

His sugar sweet words and oh so gentle hands comfort you. You offer a watery smile before moving into his arms, letting him wrap his arms around you. You return the hug the best you can with his shell in the way, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and he can feel the way more tears fall from your eyes and onto his skin. He doesn’t mind though, he simply holds you. He enjoys just holding you even if he’s never admitted it out loud before. He likes knowing he can be there for you.

And he may not fully understand how your memories attached to this song make you upset, but he understands the pain and will do anything to make you feel better.

His hands run over your back, soothing trails on your shoulder blades over your shirt. Then he’s reaching for a remote he set nearby to turn the radio off. He doesn’t even need to ask you anything to know when you want his hands back on you.

“You’re the best,” you say when your gaze has fully refocused and the tears have calmed.

“No, actually, I think that’s you,” he responds, before pressing a kiss to your hair and deciding to bring you to bed, putting off the truck repairs for grumpy morning-Donnie in favor of treating you like a queen now.

Michelangelo

You and Mikey will play a video game together quietly with music on in the background. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest and watch him play, but in times like this, when the week has been rough and you both need some quiet down time, you lay on opposite ends of the couch with your legs tangled together playing a multi-player game that relaxes both of you. Tonight it’s Minecraft, and though you both like the music of the game, you’d both agreed on having a playlist on too.

You’re mining out a coal deposit in the game when you hear that song come on the background. Mikey notices faster than any of his other brothers would that something is off. He can practically smell how the air around you sours.

Childhood memories flood back to you as you recognize every line of the song as it plays, pulling you back and away from the now. Good memories give you life vests in the flood, bad memories tie weights to your ankles. You’ve paused in the game, your character just staring at the block wall. People, places, events, all of it suddenly overwhelms you as the music plays.

Mikey is on you in seconds though, throwing himself into your arms as soon as he notices that there’s an issue. You’ve got a lap-full of buff turtle man pulling you back into the present.

“Babycakes, you smell grump, what’s wrong?” He says while littering chaste kisses across your face.

He doesn’t even give you the time to get truly upset, let alone start crying, as he’s so in-tune to your emotions that he’s always right there to comfort you.

“I’m okay, baby,” you responds, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Just… thinking about childhood stuff. This song reminded me of it.”

“This song?” He says, suddenly jumping up.

You don’t know where he’s going but can see the humor practically dripping off of him. He storms up to the boombox, blatantly glaring at it. While watching him poke the speaker a few times like he’s threatening one of the many criminals he often fights, you can’t help but smile. He’s so lovely, and always knows how to make you laugh.

“You!” He snaps at the machine like it’s sentient, the same song still playing. “What’d you say to my girl, huh? Punk? Wanna act like a tough guy now? Too late, fella.”

You laugh as he jabs his finger at the skip song button and it changes to something different. You like this song, Hopeless by Khalid, Mikey likes it too. His attention is recaptured when you laugh at his antics. He smiles at you before making his way back over to the couch, crawling easily back into your arms as you continue giggling.

He kisses you before booping your nose, “Don’t be sad about the past, cherry tomato, we got the whole future ahead of us.”

“Cherry tomato?”

“Yeah,” he says, offering no further explanation as he relaxes on top of you with his controller, easily shifting back into the game.

He’s quick to go from one thing to another, but you can tell he’s truly there for you when he continues to lay his head on you, announcing that he’s coming to find you in-game. Every now and again he presses a little kiss to your stomach or chest, wherever his lips meet in that moment. Your confusing and bittersweet past is left buried under your love for your beautiful, caring, protective terrapin.

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sslow-dancer · 3 years ago

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heyy may I request a family fluff modren au oneshots with jonathan joestar? ty!

A/N: Since you said family... I thought I’d add the rest of Jonathan’s (and Dio’s bleh) kids with George II AND Danny! :)

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“Thank You For This.” (Jonathan Joestar x Reader)

Warnings: none!

Description: On the Saturday after the last day of school for your eldest boys, you invite the entire family to a picnic at the local park. Though you face some challenges before getting to that first…

NOTE: P/P/T stands for “preferred parent title.” This one-shot is gender-neutral, I want all to be comfortable! 💙

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“Boyyys! Shoes. We’re leaving soon. We need to get a good spot to eat at the park so get ‘em on.” you call out from the kitchen.

It’s a Saturday afternoon, the sun is extra bright out in your beloved city of New York and summer is the season many students have waited for. Your sons just as excited.

George has just finished up his 8th year in middle school, Giorno’s 3rd in elementary and Donatello’s 2nd in elementary. Rikiel and Ungalo are yet to start. They’ll be going once the breezy fall/autumn season is back.

It takes a lot to take care of 5 boys in one household. Though luckily your job becomes a bit easier when your archaeologist husband, Jonathan Joestar, gets a few days off. And thus, you plan out family hang outs here and there. This time, spending a day at the park to celebrate your boys’ achievements.

You use a rolling pin to knead at the cookie dough on the counter. You had already baked up some double chocolate chip cookies but decided to make some sugar cookies as well as George, Girono and Donatello prefer them. The two youngest of the 5 having a sweeter tooth. And your husband of course not caring, the large man will eat everything his sons leave over.

You sigh as you don’t hear any noise from the top floor. You stop your kneading and go to wash your hands under the faucet. You dry them off on your apron and walk up the steps. Your ears are filled with loud noise and your eyes widen. You just walked into a chaotic scene.

There in the room in full view from the stairs lays a sleeping Donatello under a large pile of blankets. Giorno is in the bathroom brushing his teeth while Jonathan attempts to fix his messy hair. George’s door is closed and loud with the sound of video games inside. And the sight that has confused you the most- a naked Ungalo getting chased around by a Rikiel in pull ups with a towel. Danny barks behind the toddlers, Ungalo giggles as Danny reaches his side.

“Hey, what-“

You’re cut off when George exits his room and brushes past you with his face glued to his phone. You question your oldest as he approaches the stairs, texting god knows who.

“George, what the hell happened-“

“Don’t ask me. Dad only told me to get ready and I did that.” George replies in a blunt tone. He puts his phone in his pocket and pats the side of his leg, he mouthes a “come on” to Danny. The dog runs over and heaves happily as George pats his head. They both rush down to the first floor.

You place your hands on your hips and huff in disbelief. The youngest run past you, your face scrunching up as you grumble lowly. You manage to catch Ungalo by grabbing him by the shoulders and picking him up by the waist. You grab the towel from a dazed Rikiel and wrap it around your naked son. Ungalo wraps his little legs and arms around you as you direct Rikiel to go to his room and wait for you. The 3 year old pouts as he pads his way down. You sigh shaking your head as you approach Donatello’s room and knock on his opened door multiple times.

“Come on! Wake up, wake up. I told you to get enough sleep last night. And get those blankets off of you, you’ll overheat.” you exclaim aggressively. Your middle child groans, his arm reaches out as if there’s an alarm clock next to him. Ungalo giggles as he pulls at your apron and points over at a now ready Giorno walking down to join his older brother. ‘At least 2 of the 5 are ready’ you think ‘and the dog…” you add on humorously.

Half of your husband’s stature appears from outside the bathroom. He dries his hands with a small towel and walks out. He closes the door and looks at you. You lift an eyebrow.

“Jonathan…” you mutter frustratedly. A clueless Jonathan looks up.

“Yes, my love?”

You point at the naked boy in your arms, the boy sleeping under piles of blankets and the half-naked boy sitting on the bed carelessly swinging his feet. You place a hand on your hip.

“What is the meaning behind all this? Our youngest are practically naked-“ you lock eyes with Ungalo, you sigh “well…one is naked. And one is still asleep. Only 2 are ready! What’s going on? I thought you were good at controlling them while I’m busy…”

Jonathan laughs soundlessly, taking Ungalo from your arms and placing a kiss on your forehead. You groan.

“It’s no time to be lovey dovey here… I’m yet to prepare the sandwiches for everyone.”

“And I’m not trying to be, it’s just who I am. I want you to be calm. Let me explain.” he says with a sweet voice. You frown as you cross your arms and look down at your feet.

He walks over to Ungalo’s and Rikiel’s shared bedroom. He places Ungalo on the bed as he goes into their closet and picks out outfits for them. You stand at the doorway and watch him get your sons dressed.

“I was going to dress these boys first but Giorno told me he wanted to try a new hairstyle as he’s grown it out and plans to dye it blonde. So I helped him out with that. Donatello had already gotten up-“ he laughs a little, your mind wondering how he’s able to keep so positive as you’re worried that you won’t get the best spot at the park. “But he somehow fell asleep again after he played with Ungalo and Rikiel. He actually helped me shower them too so he must’ve fallen asleep before he dressed them fully.”

Ungalo happily runs out with his shoes in hand, telling his father that he can tie them himself. Jonathan nods in response and finishes tying Rikiel’s shoes. Rikiel giggles following after Ungalo. He smiles lovingly, you blink, a blank expression on your face. Your gaze going from Donatello finally standing up to get ready and back to him innocently smiling. You exhale through your nose.

“Okay, I believe you. Your story sounds- fine. But I’m still confused as to why you didn’t do anything about the boys and Danny chasing each other.” you ask with genuine uncertainty. Jonathan shakes his head.

“Well, that one’s on me. Which I apologize for. Even though I asked Donatello to dress them, I don’t blame him. All I did was tell them to go to their room while I helped Giorno. In truth, I feel Girono could’ve done everything himself but I wanted to bond with each of our sons before I go to work again. George and I even spoke before you were awake. I come home late often and don’t get to see all unless one or more of them are awake.” he places a hand over his heart “I swear an event like this will never happen again. Please do not stress, you know I don’t like seeing you that way.”

You hum, uncrossing your arms as you think. Well he only is one person, what do you expect? Your boys just got done with school too, they must be tired and desiring to sleep in most days.

Jonathan nears you and wraps his arms around your waist, he pecks the side of your mouth. You hum again, embarrassed at how angry you got. He knows you well, so he goes on to say,

“Don’t be embarrassed. You deal with them more than me. So it’s understandable that you got upset. Go downstairs and finish up. I’ll deal with Donatello, okay?” he caresses your cheek, his touch always soothes you. You hesitantly remove his hand and nod. You go down and become content when all your boys offer to help.

~Time Skip~

An hour later, you all arrive at the park. Lucky for you, a grassy area near a playground is open.

Jonathan lays out a large blanket for you all to sit on. You set down the two baskets of food and goodies and let your family get comfortable in their own seats.

“I call the PBJ!” Giorno calls out. Ungalo pouts and crosses his arm, he nudges at your sleeve.

“But I want that…” he says sadly. You laugh, searching through one of the baskets.

“Oh honey, don’t worry. I’m sure we have one more…”

You give him one and smile when he hugs your side. All the others ask of you and Jonathan for things and activities as the day goes on.

“Dad, can I go for a quick walk around the park?” George asks.

“P/P/T, may I have a cookie?” Rikiel asks shyly.

“Can I go play fetch with Danny? I’ll stay near, I promise.” Donatello asks.

“I want to look at the garden- can we go after they’re done playing?” Giorno asks as he points at Ungalo and Rikiel playing tag with the other kids at the playground.

You and Jonathan never said no to their questions. You love and trust them with all your being- them going against you is low in chances.

You collect your belongings and go to the garden Giorno asked to go to. You hold a basket in front of you as you watch Giorno educate his brothers about the different plants and insects. Your heart melts as George picks up Rikiel and Donatello pick ups Ungalo to help them inspect the taller plants.

Jonathan removes the basket from your hands and places them in front of you both. You look at him confused. He smiles as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“Thank you for this.” he whispers. You rolls your eyes playfully as you mindlessly ask,

“For what?”

“For giving me a family… I wouldn’t ask for anything in this world aside from pure happiness for you and our boys. You all keep me going and I appreciate you the most for that.”

You’re a blushing mess as he leans in and kisses you. You kiss back, true love can be seen by outsiders. You locks arms with him and place your head on his shoulder.

You and your husband resume to watching your sons bond and blossom.

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iamyelling · 2 years ago

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like ok there are so many! so many things that would make literally such a big difference. some easier than others. note this is us based bc thats where i live and what i know. gonna be stream of consciousness ideas.

abolish homework. defund and then abolish police. later start times for high school and jr highs, can do earlier start time for elementary. make things more walkable, drastically reduce scale of suburbs. reduce car dependency. increase public transportation and bicycle infrastructure. increase accessible car transportation access and reliability for disabled people. get rid of electoral college. institute ranked voting. making voting day a holiday where NO ONE works not anyone except TRULY essential things. institute all mail-in voting. ban gerrymandering. decrim drugs. decrim sex work. 6-month minimum parental leave but preferably up to like 2 years. abolish health insurance - move to a healthcare for all, state funded public healthcare system where it is free there is no payment for care. remove gender markers from all drivers licenses and passports and IDs etc. institute rent control. reparations for descendants of enslaved people. enforce separation of church and state. mandatory green space and trees in cities for temperature regulation and air quality. abolish prisons. be intentional about prioritizing funding, resources, and workers for what really matters instead of relying on the supposedly free market and just hoping things work out (healthcare, education, childcare, sanitation, energy, farming and food systems, transportation. stuff like that). drastically reduce maximum work hours and days per week. if wages exist, annually increase minimum wage. wealth cap and tax wealthy. tax corporations. reduce use of fossil fuels to as close to zero as possible. free college. public funding for the arts. research trans healthcare and medicine. recognize that the DSM is socially constructed. should be obvious but, reproductive healthcare and reproductive justice. abolish legal marriage as it should only be a social and religious status. address rules around housing standards and building codes to allow middle housing (duplexes, triplexes, quadplexes and such), to require buildings that naturally stay cool in hot weather and warm in cool weather, for multigenerational housing and other people groupings other beyond the nuclear family. give people free housing who want it - private rooms with locks with showers and/or tubs and kitchens and beds and laundry service and cleaning service if you want and disability accommodations and care workers and a free community dining room and a pharmacy in walking distance and free wifi etc. support union taxis. not sure exactly what to do to fix it but, address the speed and urgency in the shipping industry to allow for slower delivery and shipment time. addressing truck driving work hours and wages to allow shorter shifts and less sleep deprivation. ban work to pay off debts to employer schemes, where employees are indebted to their employer. fund all public schools equally, not based on property taxes. fix the class separation of employees vs contractors and subcontractors. decriminalize houselessness. create and enforce protections for all LGBTQ+ people, everywhere. remove or at minimum, greatly increase income and wealth caps for disability classification, care, and benefits. recognize all peoples’ value regardless of work and productivity. create regulations for crypto mining energy usage. make internet and cell service a public utility. allow for the right to repair technology products. bring back regulations removed by trump. recognize white supremacy and white nationalism as hate groups. require licensing and classes for gun purchases and ownership. make some kind of regulations around lean staffing and understaffing. regulations to reduce micro plastics. create a modern version of the ccc (which i’m sure had some big problems that we don’t get told about) to improve, repair, and build new infrastructure and maintain things. create teams? division? to investigate and enforce labor violations and exploitation and corporate crime. disallow multilevel marketing schemes. create more parks and play areas.

forgive all student debt. recognize indigenous / native american tribes. reparations to tribes in money and land. create free community food halls in every community and neighborhood. divert funds from police and military and defense and arms. abolish credit scores.

#thoughts #obviously ending capitalism is the main goal so some of these things are only midway steps to that but u get the idea #theres a lot more stuff thats like #nuanced or niche that i dont have expertise on #but this is a start at least just off the top of my head #there is sooo much more

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arans-princess · 4 years ago

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Bad kitten

Tendou is a kinky mutha fucka ISTG I KNOW he is a sadist. So i tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible so the reader has a vagina but no gender specific pronouns.

⚠️⚠️pain kink (reader is a masochist) bondage, choking, mirror sex, mention of blood, spit play, cummies, degradation and, overstim, hard dom Tendou, sub reader.⚠️⚠️

So, you know better than to tease Tendou in public, but damn if he had just fucked you this morning like you had wanted, maybe you wouldn't have; made him cum in his pants twice… at dinner… with his parents… ok yes you crossed a line but shit! you want that long cock in your pussy again so fucking bad it hurts. So now you're in the car headed home and he is far too quiet for comfort but you are too excited to give a shit. Instead of thinking about how brutal your punishment is going to be you decide to reminisce on how you got to this point.

Six hours earlier

Now normally getting ready to go to a fancy dinner would be lots of fun, if you weren't ridiculously and extremely horny. Tendou thought it would be funny to wake you up this morning by eating you out, which would have been great if he had let you cum, but he didn't; instead he just got you riled up, gave you a smirk and said get out of bed.

Thinking back to how delicious his tongue felt against your folds, massaging, licking and suckling on every drop of juice you produce, letting nothing go to waste. the way he suckled on your clit made your toes curl. long fingers joined the assault to your nether regions. he pushed two fingers inside will you slowly long thin, curled them to find that perfect spongy spot inside of you making the pleasure even more intense, pumping them in and out of you faster in faster sucking on your clit even harsher than before now his teeth slightly graze it, nibbling just a little, the sensation only adds to your pleasure, before you know it your body is contracting on the cusp of cumming but then he stops. Just like that the intense pleasure you felt dissipates.

Three hours earlier

It's 4 p.m. and you have started getting ready to go with your loving husband to his parents anniversary dinner. in the shower the warm water cascading down your back as you wash yourself then you hear the shower curtain pull back tendou joins you helping you wash your back and you wash his. this is not the first time you two have showered together, he almost always accompanies you claiming it saves water. showering together almost always leads to some soft sex but today there is no time for that. You two finish washing and now it is time to rinse. she removes the shower head from its mount on the wall in an effort so he claims to not mess up your hair, He turns the nozzle on the massage setting claiming it's to help relax your muscles, like a fool you believe him, it starts innocently enough, he rinses your shoulders and your back then turns you around to rinse the front half nice warm water washes away with soap and then he gets lower, and lower, and lower, on the way down he pays special attention to your nipples, now at your cunt, before you can protest he has your back pressed against the cold tile one leg hiked up and thrown over his shoulder, the warm water That was massaging your body is attacking your clit with ferocity, the pressure and heat build up your orgasm quickly. Sensing your close he pushes the nozzle harder into your clit. As your orgasm approaches you begin clawing at his back in hopes to gain some stability, moans getting higher in pitch, drawing out into a whine of your approaching release. Every nerve on your body is on fire and then just like this morning he pulls away. The fire is snuffed and you were left high and dry yet again. He snickers and tells you to hurry up and get ready.

30 minutes before dinner

After getting ready, dressed in your most seductive outfit, you had decided that Tendou is going to pay for the torturous teasing he forced you to endure all day. But it seems Tendou also had the same idea. as the two of you walked to your car you see him standing in all his glory, the moon light illuminating his handsome face; a sleeveless mock neck fitted shirt tucked into black shiny leather pants, a spiky belt, long cross earrings. Since high School his appearance has changed drastically; he pierced his left eyebrow and his tongue, which you have thoroughly enjoyed, and now his once pale skin is adorned in brightly colored tattoos splaying across his chest up his neck and down his arms you have also enjoyed licking, his once slender arms are now much more defined but, the change hasn’t just been physical, no no no, his persona has transformed into something much more dominating, his aura saturated in his new found confidence, everything he says is laced with liquid sex, his new apperance has only applifed this. Essentially, Satiori Tendou is sex on legs, his constant teasing has made the ache damn near unbearable.

The way you two complement each other is unmatched by any other couple going. Turning the heads and dropping the jaws of everyone around you, both stunned by your beauty but alarmed by your aura they part like the Red Sea.

Arriving 20 minutes before the reservation time has its perks, grabbing his hand as you two exit the car, Making a b-line for the restroom pulling Tendou along with you. now it's your time to turn the tables, pay back’s a bitch so you thought. Once the door is closed luckily it is a single person restroom, you force him against the wall hands immediately trying to undo his belt, fumbling miserably in your desperation.

“eager much are we?” his mocking only makes you more desperate. you fumble for a few more seconds before he undoes it himself. you remove the articles of clothing on your lower half to provide easier access as fast as possible; now it is time to execute your revenge or so you hoped, somehow you had forgotten how much of a dom your boyfriend truly is. seeing as you had been worked up all day long the need for prep was minut, deciding to forgo it as eagerness bled with arousal, the need to fuel your desire had consumed you. With one swift thrust he entered your stopping cunt.for whatever reason you believed you were in charge so you began to fuck yourself on his cock, throwing it back on him as hard as you possibly could, effectively pinning him against the door, thinking you still have the upper hand you decide now would be a great time give him a taste of his own medicine.

“What’s work baby? Can’t handle me fucking myself on your cock? I’ll slow down if you want me too, There is that better?” You begin a slow grind on him but he responds with grabbing your hips with on large hand and the other snakes to your hair. The control you thought you had dissipates faster than it arrived. He Meets your thrusts harder than you were able to handle, turning your tuants into moans arms flailing about trying to gain purchase on any available surface coming up short, you ultimately allow him to use your body.

“Oh but I much rather enjoyed the faster pace. That’s OK I’ll do it myself.” His whisper husky in your ear. The hand on your hip joints the other in your hair yanking it back with such force your arch deepens.

After being together for years Tendou knows your body almost better than you do, so the fact that you are not nearing your release as rapidly as you hoped is baffling, unless this is intentional… but surely after denying you twice today he will grant you this one wish...right?

“Tendou baby please I need to cum, please I want it so bad, so so bad- ugh! PLEASE!” You pleas fall on deaf ears. The drag of his long cock against your velvety walls is almost intoxicating, his thrusts are relentless as he is chasing his own release slamming into you harder and harder than his cock twitch is the telltale sign he is about to cum. You plead for him to take you with him, but he falls over the edge alone. His cum Hot and sticky inside you coats your walls, the thick translucent spurts, make you involuntarily clinch trying to hold it in consequently you clamp down and milk his cock for every last drop.

“Aww doll your clamping down on me it’s like you don’t wanna let me go” he purrs in your ear giving you two more thrusts for good measure then pulling out. “Since you want to keep my cum so bad how about this” he pulls your underwear off of your legs. He bends you over even further so your nose is touching your knees, pussy fully exposed to him. He balls up your panties and shove them inside your quivering cunt. “ I know i’ve been riling you up all day long, but just think about the pay off. Be a good little princess during dinner and you will get anything you ask for. OK how does that sound?” He murmurs placing gentle kisses behind your ear. His cool and slightly chapped lips help ground you, bringing you back down.

Its now five minutes before his parents are to arrive, you two take this time to fix your tousled clothing. After making yourselves presentable you exit the bathroom and in hand and are immediately greeted by his parents who are accompanied by the hoastest. She escorts you all to your table for four and you all take your seats, Tendou’s mother sits next to you while his father and him sit across from you. You and his mother make small talk. The two of you catch up on your endeavors for the past few weeks as your schedules have been very busy leaving you unable to talk. After a few minutes the server comes to take you orders and brings out your drinks, your husband and his father are engrossed in some conversation you weren’t listening to as his mother was Inquiring about your plans for the future; whether or not that entailed grandchildren, moving, or new potential job opportunities, great full this was not a plead for grands as you weren’t ready for that yet, you joyfully answer her questions.

“So Y/N you and my baby boy are students at the local UN, what the next step? I remember you told me your major is blank.” She inquires, turning her head to look at you. Looking at her in return you are reminded of where Tenie his gets looks from.

“Well after I complete my major in blank, I’m going to be looking for a job in the blank field. Right now I currently have an internship in my field of choice and hopefully if everything goes according to plan a job will be lined up after.” Your reply is cool and calculated a stark contrast to what’s going on under the table. You stretched your leg out under the table lifting it to brush against Tendou’s knees, to your surprise he doesn’t spare you a glance. Keeping up the conversation with his mother you who’s your foot along the inside of his thigh all the way up to his crotch. You then begin to stroke him from outside his leather pants. You can feel his erection growing underneath your foot, still not bothering to look at you the conversation with his mother dies off and his father strikes up a conversation with you has tendou talks with his mother. Stroking his cock harder and faster suddenly the Waiter comes out with food. However the arrival of food does not stop you. You do a good job of keeping up the act then your foot is abruptly stopped, your husband’s hand gripping your ankle tightly at last, he finally looks at you and his gaze is predatory, daring you to continue. Being the brat you are you continue with your other foot prodding him closer and closer to climax. He can’t help the groans that leave his lips so he attempts to cover them by commenting on how delicious the food is. Satisfied with yourself you put your legs back down and continue eating your appetizers.

Your husband has been shooting daggers at you throughout the first course, with the arrival of your entrées you thought to give him a break however The dull ache between your legs reminds you of how he left you high and dry not once not twice but three times today, paybacks a bitch. You begin your ministrations again, this time he looks at you, almost begging you to stop but he remains silent. His cock is still sensitive in his pants after cumming twice in such a short time span, you increase your pace and pressure and in no time he is on the brink of cumming. He’s pale skin slightly flushed a wonderful pink, his eyes slightly glossed over, just a hint of a blissed out expression dances across his face.

“Son, are you feeling alright? You look a little pink?” His mother’s concerned voice rings.

“Yeah you do look a little hot baby, you feeling alright?” You coo stretching a hand out to hold his, your thumb caressing the back of his hand giving him a dazzling yet teasing smile as he somehow glares harder at you, if looks could kill you’d be dead 10 times over.

“I’m fine, it’s just spicy, very spicy” he manages to choke out.

“ well, if you say so” his father replies skeptically.

Tendou shoves more food in his mouth to muffle the cry aching to be released signaling his third climax of the night. You left a satisfied smirk dance across your face as you put your foot back down.

You all make small talk as dessert gets brought out chocolate lava cake with a side of vanilla ice cream, Tendou has been waiting for this all night so you figure why not make his dessert a little sweeter, now in hindsight you should’ve stopped long ago but you seem to be drunk on the little bit of control that you have accumulated as the night progressed so you try your luck one last time, you start slower this time much much slower. First you start at his calf trailing your foot up and down; gradually lifting it higher and higher until you’re reaching his inner thigh. You take a brief pause to allow everyone to dig into their desserts. Then you go in for the kill. You look across the table at your father-in-law a notice he’s giving his wife a strange look, weird but you think nothing of it and, continue prodding and caressing the growing bulge beneath your foot, staring at your husband with intensity as his parents are engrossed in a surely riveting conversation. Yet your husband seems Completely unresponsive. Prodding harder in hopes of getting some sort of reaction yet you come up short. You figure he’s just gotten better at hiding his expressions and continue until you hear it. A barely audible yet high-pitched whine, but it’s not coming from your husband. You look at his father and then it clicks as his eyes have slightly glazed over and his grip on the spoon has tightened to the point where his knuckles are grossly white. Mortified, you excuse yourself to the restroom.

There you pull out your phone and send a text to Tendou asking him to make up an excuse so the two of you can go home and you’ll explain what happened later. He does and soon he knocks on the bathroom door, you step out and on your way to the car you begin explaining why you needed to leave so abruptly.

“Baby I’m so sorry but i kinda… made your dad cum in his pants…. I thought he was you and I didn’t take off my shoe… IM SO SORRY” you explain as quick as possible praying he won’t be too upset.

“I figured as much, I’m not too upset. I think it’s kind of funny, good luck facing him later on.” He jokes, pulling you close to his so he can whisper how much trouble you are truly in “ but I hope you don’t think your ass is off the hook, I told you to be good kitten”

The present

Once you get home your orders were to strip and go to the play room immediately, not wanting to get in any more trouble than you already were and you can apply as quickly as possible. Once stripped you sick to your knees waiting for him to come in and give you your next orders. The door opens and incomes Tendou, the presence that surrounds him does not belong to your husband it belongs to your master, this forces you to immediately submit to his every whim not an ounce of defiance is left in your body.

“So you can follow orders, good slut. Now since you were so hungry for my cum here, clean my cock now!” He pulls down his pants and boxers together unleashing the monster. His thick long cock is coated in a thick layer of his cum, cum you cannot wait to taste, quickly you slurp all of the cum off his cock and then bob your head up and down taking as much of it in your mouth as you can. Then he grabs your head by your hair and begins fucking your face, his pace is brutal as he thrusts into the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex which only makes him thrust harder. Your eyes are watering tears streaming down your face your nose is runny you look like an absolute fucking wreck, but to Tendou you look just as beautiful as the day he married you. “look at you my pretty slut such a desperate whore for my dick!” Each word is accented with an additional thrust. He lets your hair go allowing you to set your own pace, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs and you continue bobbing up and down as quickly as possible eager for more of his cum. Looking up his face is contorted pleasure ice crossed mouth hanging open knowing he’s close you hollow your cheeks this his cock to twitch down your throat followed by thick spurts of his delicious cum. You don’t have a chance to swallow as he pulls you just standing on your feet and kisses you deeply prompting you to push his release into his own mouth. He holds your jaw open and spits his cum back into your mouth you swallow without hesitation.

He guides you over the bed and prompts you get on all fours, you do so quickly as not to anger him further. “Good bitch, now wait I have a special punishment in mind for you.” He walks to the wall on the opposite side of the bed and unveils a full length wall to wall mirror. “ I got this earlier in the week; I was planning for today to be your reward for being such a good little Doll, I had planned have you watch me pleasure you till your heart’s content but now the plans have changed, i’m going to use you anyway I see fit. the only way to get it to stop is if you SafeWord, what’s the SafeWord?” One hand is tucked under your chin tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “Mocha” your reply is meek “yes that’s right baby mocha” he alway seems so tender in these moments, showering you with love reassuring you that this can stop at any time. But with the next sentence any trace of softness is vaporized “say stop when the pain is too much”

The heavy paddle collides with your ass cheeks three quick and hard times in succession first your right then your left. The sting sends waves of pleasure up your spine intensifying the dull ache in your cunt. The strikes keep coming each harder than the last, your pussy is sopping wet dripping onto the sheets below.

“Look at you, getting off on me hitting you, how filthy!” He shouts as he lays more strikes. You look up at yourself in the mirror, your face is scrunched up, One would think you’re in pain if you weren’t arching your back even further to try and make more contact. After a few more strikes he drops the paddle and lifts up your left leg so your cunt is exposed to the mirror as well. He slaps your clit harshly before applying a clothespin on the nub. The sudden pinch sends you flying over the edge, after being worked up all day your sweet release is the most powerful one you have had in awhile, toes curling arms no longer strong enough to support yourself your front half collapses onto the bed below you. Tendou turns your head to the side so you can watch yourself come undone and you realize you squirted. He quickly thrusts his cock into your cunt and begins fucking you ruthlessly. “Such a beautiful cum slut,” he coos in your ear, one hand moves from your hips to your throat forcing you back down onto his cock meeting him thrust for thrust. Due to his new grip you have nowhere to run. “Be a good whore and take every last inch!” His command is punctuated with a harsh slap to your raw ass cheek then his vacant hand trails to your clit flicking the clothes pen attached to it, sending another jolt throughout your body. You clamp down even harder on his cock screeching like a banshee when you come undone again your nerves are on fire you’re not hypersensitive to every touch. You can practically feel every piercing on his cock as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The reverse Prince Albert, the frenum, and the deep shaft, all work in tandem amplifying your orgasm. He spits on your ass cheeks not stopping his pace for a moment.

“Filthy slut, you liked making my dad cum in his pants didn’t you? Look at you clamping down on me, you fucking whore!” He spits harshly flicking your clit again. “Answer me bitch!” The hand around your throat tightens choking you. The lack of oxygen makes your mind fuzzy as you croak out a strangled ”no”

“That’s fucking right you’re my little whore! Don’t you ever fucking forget it! Now cum cum on my cock so I can fuck you in to the mattress!” He spits on your back now the cooled off drool cools you off slightly. Your body is on fire and yet another orgasm is forced out of you.

“Fuck sir, I- I don’t think I can cum any more!” You plead.

“You can and you will what the fuck makes you think I care? You're my doll and I will play with you until you break!” He fucks you through three more orgasms before he pulls out. On the last orgasm you’re sure you blacked out for a second. Now you have been reduced to a heap on the bed unable to move a limb on your own accord. He gives you a few minutes to collect yourself, once your breathing finally steadies and you regain feeling in most of your limbs, He rolls over to your back and begins sucking dark marks onto your thighs leaving a trail up to your abused Cunt. Once there he removes the clothes pin in place is a gentle kiss on your heat. You roll your head to the side to watch him eat you out. Your sex is glistening and puffy form the abuse, your legs or adorned with dark blotches leading up from your knees, then his hands begin to caress your thighs when you feel something cold, it’s not his rings so what could it be you wonder. You lift your head slightly to get a better angle and you see it, a small switchblade in his hand trailing up and down your thighs. You gasp in shock.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll be careful.” His voice is reassuring so you relax, lay your head back down and watch him in the mirror. “Make sure you’re watching kitten, wouldn’t want you to miss out on the view, his words are slightly muffled because he is speaking into your thigh but you understand him clear as day. Then his assault begins, he sucks harshly on your clipped while prodding your G spot with two fingers. The Metal ball feels delightful against your sensitive knob as he keeps a vacuum seal around it. The hand fingering you moves rapidly causing your hips to back wildly as you quickly build tension, your walls flutter against his fingers signifying your close; the knife starts moving along your thighs pressing firmly but not breaking the skin. The thrill of potentially being cut makes the pleasure more intense. This causes a snowball effect and you come undone for the last time, your hips give one last yet powerful buck causing the knife to be pressed into your skin deeper, nicking you.

“Fuck baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you I-“ his apology is cut short.

“Baby it’s ok accidents happen let’s just try not to do it again OK?” You reassure him calmly.

“Of course sweetheart I know you’re tired let’s get you cleaned up.”

You two shower together again this time no funny business, helping each other wash and rinse then get dressed in the most comfy clothes you own you flop down on the bed. You feel the plush blankets atop the cozy mattress, crattleing your back as you and tendou lay together. His heartbeat steady in your ear; the heat from his body combines with the pressure of his fingers trailing up and down your body, lulling you into a place hovering between sleep and consciousness.

“Baby?”

“Yes my love” You reply sleepily, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“Why are you here with me?”

“Well for starters we just had some of the best sex I have ever had in my life.”

“No silly. A better question would’ve been why did you choose me? In high school you had people throwing themselves at you and you still chose me. Even now people off the street admire you. What makes me so special?”

“Oh baby where is this coming from?” You have perked up a bit more and are now fully conscious. The skin on his chest is warm under your lips as you press gentle but firm kisses from his sternum up to the column of his throat. He can feel him swallowing quickly waiting for your response with baited breath. “baby I’m with you because I am in love with you. I love everything about you, except when you leave the toilet seat up.”

The last part makes both of you snort. His chest is warm under your palm feeling his heartbeat steadily as you gaze up at him, you search his eyes for any more uncertainty finding his features have washed over with relief somewhat, however you know something is still wrong. He’s been too quiet for far too long. He looks back at you, lips pulled into his mouth between his teeth as he chooses his next sentence carefully.

“baby, honey, whatever you have to say just say it. I don’t get upset. You know I love you very much so where is all of this coming from?” You prod gently rubbing soothing circles onto his chest and torso.

“Well I just- I just feel like I’m forcing you…” he chokes on his words. “I just don’t understand how someone like you, gosh you’re so perfect, how do you love me? I’m a monster y/n! I like hurting you! And you still stay? I don’t understand! I love you so damn much but I love to see you in pain especially at my hands, they say you don’t hurt people you love but I hurt you, and you LET ME! WHY DO YOU LET ME? I cut you! I wasn’t paying attention and could’ve seriously hurt you! He sobs out, even with tears running down his face. He is just as handsome as the day you too met six years ago.

You haven’t seen him this worked up Since the day he told you about His years as an Elementary school kid when he was bullied. From that stemmed insecurities over his appearance, hell even the nickname in high school ’guess monster’, made him feel As if he were some thing inhumane. Soon you realize you’ve been quiet for far too long, sitting up to straddle his waist you lean and pressing your foreheads together. His skin is soft. So soft, and warm under you, losing yourself in the closeness between you too, sighing trying to find the right words to express what’s in your head, but what watery red eyes of your lover staring back at you in pain fog your brain and dry your mouth. You move your hands to cup the supple skin of his cheeks thumbs under his eyes wiping away the flowing tears. Moving down you kiss a trail from his forehead to his lips kissing away tears as you go. As if he cannot bare the weight of your glaze he looks at the ceiling. Your heart clenches at the sight of your beloved so emotionally tormented.

“Tendou, my love, I cannot express my love for you, but know this, you are not a monster, you're my Satori Tendou who I would love to spend the rest of my life with, you are kind and thoughtful. Some days I think you're psychic.” You move to sit up right in his lap bringing him up with you.

“You know every little detail about me, like when we stop to get food and I claim I’m not hungry, your order for me and it’s exactly what I want each time, or when we go to parties, you can pinpoint the exact second when my social battery has died and you have no problem leaving then and there. You mean so much to me goddamnit.” you take a pause, throat burning and constricting as you attempt to choke back tears. “Yes you are a sadist but it works just fine with my masochist ass, baby. Not once have I ever had to safe word. So what you drew a little blood? It didn’t kill me. I told you I don’t like it, and I know we won’t have that problem again.” Hands cupping his cheeks pulling his forehead to yours to look deeply into his sad eyes, “honey I love you, I love every part of you!” Startled by the cold wet drops hitting your bare thighs, when did you start crying you wonder. Then a full body sob hits you, starting in your shoulders, to your burning chest, to your quaking thighs. Your body convulses as you attempt to spit out these words. “Nothing you can do will change my love for you! “ suddenly his long arms incase your body, pulling flesh against him as if you could possibly get any closer.

Strong, so damn strong, his arms his soul his spirit, yet man sobbing in your arms seems so weak, fragile, vulnerable; as if every ounce of strength has been drained from his body leaving a hollow shell. Tendou has always been your anchor now it's your turn to do the same for him.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Twenty Two | Another Medium (Part 2 of 4)

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"Hurry, ren. We're gonna be late!"

You smile down at Frisk and watch as they tug at the edge of your shirt to try pulling you along with them.

The door's left open, and even though those meant to pick you up for the event aren't here yet, they still urge you to go outside and wait.

"It's only seven, honey." Your thoughts drift back to your video call and Sans's most recent text message, letting you know half an hour later that he'd be here soon. "We've got a few minutes left." You grab their hand and put a stop to their energy, facing their eyes. "Are you that excited about starting school?"

They nod and grin wide. "Even more, if you're gonna be working there, too!"

Your smile falls as you remember the folder Sans had given you. It had been thrown into the farthest corner of your bookshelf that same day, and you'd been too reluctant to look at it any more ever since. You didn't want to take their kindness and help for granted, just as much as you didn't want to forget about your reasons for learning more about monsters. Your godmother was right in terms of you needing to understand them more, so you've established it upon yourself to bring that up during your first, official date night with the skeleton. Understanding the changes being made to the Underground could aid you with the slim chance of finding a way to either halt or delay it from becoming a big tourist attraction, and you could finally be more clear and upfront about your feelings related to the dream -- even if all of that was easier said than done. Not only had you crossed far too many boundaries with him already, but you were still keeping your dubious relationship with him, all while continuing to be wary of him and everyone else for their past. The subtle but no less irate light to his gaze when having your aunt bring up the the Judgement Hall had been more than sufficient for you to try something -- or at least, assist him and every other monster with that process.

In short, hypocrisy's absorbing you bit by bit, and today's your very first attempt at trying to break free from that. Whether you succeed or not doesn't matter. Giving it a shot, on the contrary, does. Even the slightest amount of closure achieved with your research could help in setting your thoughts straight, and -- perhaps -- to finally stop yourself from comparing monsterkind with Jerry.

To put it this way: you couldn't allow yourself one thing if you were allowing the other to continue happening.

After all, why were you willing to engage in a relationship with someone like Sans, when you were still far from forgiving and much less forgetting Jerry over abandoning Frisk for so many years?

Why were you willing to befriend someone like Alphys, who'd been close to ending up in jail due to the failed experiments made on those of her own kind?

Why were you willing to book a night at Mettaton's hotel, knowing he'd once set Frisk into danger greater than any other monster you knew had -- Undyne being a close second?

Even someone like Papyrus brought harm to them once!

"Ren," Frisk calls out, tugging your hand. "You look angry. Are... Are you okay?"

You nod and let out a breath, composing yourself. "I'm fine, honey."

"Are you still thinking about avenging me?"

Your eyes shoot wide open at that, and you can't avoid suspecting they might have the capability of reading your mind.

Regardless of their word choice, you were -- in a sense -- wanting to avenge them from anyone who'd once caused them harm, be it Jerry, the monsters, or the loud and nosy neighbour from next door wondering why Frisk enjoyed playing with action figures just as much as they did playing with princesses.

"Ren!"

Hearing their whine of concern, you snap out of it and look down to see they've let go of your hand, both their arms now outstretched and in wait for your embrace.

"Do you want a hug?"

Your smile returns at that, albeit a bit more melancholic compared to the first time. You get down to their height and pull them in for a hug, sighing when you have them safe in your hold; it feels right to have them close and in your care, no matter how much your mind insists otherwise. The question you brought up back at the Judgement Hall still feels like the most subconscious part of your mind had possessed you, insisting you turn back to how you used to be after Frisk's fall.

"You don't need to protect me that much!" they say, letting go. "I... I know all the monsters well, so I'd tell you if any one of them's bugging me. You don't need to hate them for my sake, and you don't have to compare them to dad, either." Without a doubt, if humans still had the capability of using magic and spells, you would label them a mind reader. "You should get to know them on your own first, and not just based on who they are to me. Because if that's really all up to me, then the only one I don't really like much is..."

At that, they stop; they bring a finger to their chin and tap it twice, delving deep in their thoughts along the way.

"Huh..." Frisk taps their chin again and their gaze turns furrowed, scrunching up the more they think about it. "I mean, I don't really know if I dislike any of them... I just know I wanna have friends!"

You're compelled -- if not, urged -- to argue against that, though your heart stops you from spilling any of those thoughts out. Still, your mind attempts to push through it. Personal feelings couldn't cloud your judgement, if that meant it could bring harm to your child.

"Even if they-"

Hearing the engine rumbling as Papyrus parks close by the sidewalk is a blessing in and of itself; the aforementioned date night with his brother can't get here any sooner. You need to sort your thoughts out once and for all. Almost half a year of waltzing with the seemingly never-ending issue of Frisk's journey and the bonds they made through it was far too much. If you were slowly making friends with those same people too, then you needed to stop this at once. No matter how much you wanted to avoid said confrontation, that had to be done -- for both CPS and reasons beyond.

"You're right." You huff, bring a hand to your forehead, and go lower to massage the brim of your nose. Not a moment after, you fix your glasses, look back to their side, and form a smile. "Thank you, dear."

• • •

You close your eyes just before the monster presses a damp cotton ball to your wound.

Isopropyl makes it sting immediately, yet you're too busy with your thoughts to care about it that much.

"You okay?" Sans asks, meeting your eyes when you open them. "You've been quiet since we got 'ere."

"I'm okay, but..." You think back to how you greeted him with a wave, right as you did with his brother. While the monster before you didn't seem to mind it, you can't avoid the thought of how you used to be with Jerry. It was easier to be more affectionate back then, and it was easier still greeting him with a kiss -- be it a simple one on the cheek or a quick one on the lips. Now, you can't so much as imagine the prospect of doing that with your new partner without overthinking or feeling stressed about it. "I was wondering if we... if we should maybe keep our relationship private -- f- for now?"

He finishes wrapping the bandages and fixes them tight before replying with, "That's fine with me. Did you watch the video?"

"No, I'm..." You grow short of breath at the thought of how many people have likely seen it by now -- how many times it's been shared, and how many more discussions and heated arguments have revolved around it. "I'm too scared to."

You can't bring yourself to look at him any longer, so his expression falls unknown as he suggests watching it together, a question you answer to with a quiet and mumbled 'sure'.

Sans proceeds with a nod and stores all the items used back into the first aid kit before taking out his phone, settling down in bed, and holding your hand with his free one. "Really sure?" he asks, squeezing it once. You reply with an even quieter 'yes' and watch in silence as he clicks on the link sent by what you assume is several people, based on how Undyne, Brenda, and even the man from the train station -- now his friend and your co-worker -- have messaged him the same information, all three left unread. The one he chooses is farther back and dated with yesterday, this one sent by Jerry.

It plays in an instant and the first thing to appear is Asgore's garden, while murmurs are what compose the audio as the one filming shows himself around a field of trampled flowers, these now a mess of broken pots, thrashed earth, and missing rocks. A few others make him company and engage in small talk, though it ends quickly when one of them shouts for everyone to 'get over here quick'. The group does as told, leading for the cameraman to rush along with them out of the garden and into the Judgement Hall. The audio grows quiet as he ventures further, steps and voices now discreet as he films a fuzzy image of two people sitting at one of the benches laid around, with the exception that one sits on top and has their arms wrapped firm and tight around the other. Multiple people urge the cameraman to approach the scene more, making him show you and Sans kissing, albeit of a blurry quality with how much he has to zoom in so as to not be caught. Even the noise is recorded with how silent everything else is, this one mostly composed of hitched breaths and clothing shuffling against each other as you hug him closer. Thankfully, no kissing noises are recorded, something you assume is due to him having a shapeable skull rather than lips, along with how slow and careful your actions are.

The video ends when the kiss does, and it leaves you in the same silence created right before clicking on it.

Regardless, Sans opens up the page it was posted on to reveal more information about the creator.

'Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this stuff? This is the future that awaits us, if we continue to act as if we can live peacefully with these people. Opposing these changes is necessary, if we wish to keep our normalcy. Casual make outs with a being so far from human shouldn't be the norm of our world', reads the caption.

Below, some of the replies read from ones saying the poster isn't the only one who shares those thoughts, to ones who've taken the time to write an entire paragraph about the situation.

'🤢🤮'

'Absolutely not.'

'No, you're not. This is outright hideous.'

'Click here to see my 👄 HOT 🔥 noods 🍝: www.uhohspaghettios.xd'

'Wow, this is just like 1984.'

'Next thing you know, we'll be the ones living in the Underground.'

'I need eye bleach ASAP!!! 😱'

'Yeah, no. Hard pass on whatever the hell I just watched. Why did you even film this?'

'That skeleman is nothing but a closeted cradle-robber. Anyone who's met (Y/N) knows how naïve and childish they are, and them dating someone like that screams bad news. Forget that he's a monster, people! What's more important here's how he's got a liking for them despite that gap -- both mentally AND physically. He should be ashamed for bringing their reputation even further down with this video. At this point, I have trouble believing they'll ever recover from all this.'

'...Ok, but...... Am I the only one who finds this kinda.................. Hot? 👀💦'

'Of course, even a monster would try to have his way with someone like them. Look at how they're dressed!'

'To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand how wrong this stuff is. The degeneracy infesting the Surface nowadays is extremely subtle, and without a solid knowledge of social sciences, most of the immorality will go over a typical person's head. There's also the skeleton's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation -- his personal philosophy draws heavily from George Orwell literature, for instance. People like us understand this stuff; we have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these social rejects, to realise that they're not just ridiculous -- they say something deep about LIFE and SOCIETY. As a consequence, people who see nothing wrong with this truly ARE idiots -- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in the skeleton's existential catchphrase "Genocide is wrong", which itself is a cryptic reference to Er*n Yeag*r from Att*ck on Tit*n. I'm smirking right now, just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as our fight against this backwards evolution unfolds itself on their phone screens. What fools... How I pity anyone who disagrees with you and tries to defend this behaviour. 😂'

At the bottom of it all, a neglected comment reads:

'Not only are you and your companions trespassing in an unsafe location, but your recording shows clear evidence you were damaging former King Asgore Dreemurr's property. You have also chosen to film these people without their knowledge despite them being in a private area, and uploaded the footage to a massive social media platform, as well. This is punishable by law, and I will not hesitate to stand for these people, if they decide to file a lawsuit against you.'

What stands out the most goes beyond the commenter's name, as his profile picture is what captures your attention first, regardless of how well-dressed he appears in the image and how small it is without clicking on it. Sans seems to share the same thought as you, as he clicks on the man's account without thinking twice. It takes some time to load, but when it does, your mouth gapes and you find yourself at a complete loss for words.

'Gerardo "Jerry" Gonzalez Gutierrez del Valle. Family practice lawyer since 20XX. Co-founder of the first Alcohol and Smoking Helpline for monsters. Former quarterback for Ebott U's Football League,' his bio reads.

You're overcome by what feels like an hour of silence before you can process what you've read. The age-old experience of reviewing material from your textbook at three thirty in the morning arrives when you try to read through his profile a second time, then a third. Even his pictures are difficult to process, these a variety of him posing with his co-workers at the newly-opened helpline building, screenshots of his progress with quitting alcohol and his strike of days and months sober, images of him in different suits, and -- last but not least -- a couple of Throwback Thursdays from his glory days, featuring both high school and college memories. It's hard to decide which feeling out of multiple is stronger than the rest, as jealousy combines with the slightest thing you expect out of this discovery: being reminded of the good ol' days. Guilt arrives next when growing aware of your current relationship with the one sitting next to you, even if it's only the thought of how happy you used to be with the man in those pictures before everything went haywire.

"You're... You're seeing this too, right?"

You hear him chuckle and see him agree with a nod, though you can't exactly fall back down to Earth again; were this a dream, you would accept it as such.

"Yeah." The monster looks you over once before adding, "And am I imagining it, or did I catch you smilin' at 'im just now?" He winks.

"So you're telling me you're really not surprised by this, at all?"

"...Touché."

You stand up and give your back to him, irked by his assumption despite him being nothing close to serious about it. "But, please don't think I still like him." Your hands turn into fists at the thought of going back with someone like him, no matter his current intentions. "I still haven't forgiven him, and I still..." Bile rises to your throat as your stomach churns wildly. "I still hate him." Then, you take a pause to gather strength. "And maybe that's a strong word, b- but... It's hard for me to forget that's the same man who once accused me for every little thing that wasn't 'normal' with Frisk, from them running away the first time, to them refusing to call him dad -- even when I never prevented them from visiting him, and e- even when he stopped visiting them first." Your chest shakes as you huff. "I... I still dislike him, and I really hate that I remembered good things about him just now."

Your mouth refuses to shut up and makes you continue on with, "So if I still can't forgive him, how can I make a decision for CPS with so many of you and in so short of a time? I still can't decide what to do, no... no matter how much I've learnt about everyone else." Your throat turns dry, and you find it difficult to swallow. "Hell, it was only yesterday I finally gave into one of my doubts. I thought it twice before asking if you wanted to kiss, but it'd been in my mind for a long while before that."

"You're sayin' the kiss was you decidin' to trust me?"

"Yes."

He scoots closer to your side and furrows his gaze.

"Even after that dream, and even though I started it?"

"Y... Yes." You do the same as him and smile. "I trust you, and... And I know the dream's likely just me overthinking this. One thing's spilling the truth when you're drunk, and one thing's getting... too caught up in your fears -- to the point where you have these warped dreams about someone else, no matter how much they mean to you."

His irises soften in their light, and a hint of culpability seems to fall on him. "Then I'm sorry for bringin' your ex into this." You sit back down with him and hold his hand again. "It wasn't right."

"It's okay."

"Doesn't look that way."

Before you know it, you're held by your lower back, pulled close, and brought down in bed.

He stays on top, gaze focused on yours rather than on your lips or anywhere else suggesting something more.

"Have you found that help yet? Counseling, I mean." His gaze remains the same despite having changed topics so abruptly. "How're ya doin', puddin'?"

"Bubbles and Brenda suggested two recently, but I... I still haven't gotten around to calling either one of them."

"Want me to make you company while you try that now? We've got time."

"...Kiss me first, please?"

He lowers more and presses his teeth to your neck.

"Gladly."

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fabricated-misslieness · 4 years ago

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Dick Grayson x gender neutral reader

Dick.. why the fuck would you name somebody ‘Dick’. I get that it’s a common nickname for even more common names, but who thought it’d be a good idea? Not to mention ‘Dicky’ from Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, & Dawn.

The focus shifts around from voice to love which i don’t particularly like, but eh

Reader has a nice voice that Dick just can’t get over.

Requested: No

Word Count: 1573

Warnings: the flirting part is a bit suggestive, mentions of arguments, mentions of injuries

Dick Grayson loved your voice. As oversaid as it is, your voice was music to his ears, in a bit of a literal sense at times. Even your laugh was beautiful, to the point where it made it more contagious.

The first time he met you, it wasn't all about your looks that made him crush on you. Sure, you looked amazing, and your appearance was what attracted him to speak to you anyway, but it was your voice that sealed the deal.

Your voice was soothing, seemingly always calm. You were always calm, no matter what strain you were under. Dick would often call it your superpower, which always elicited a laugh from you.

It was an angel's voice, which is something he almost told you in your first encounter.

In fact, his confession stemmed from a slip up of his. He was listening to you rant about your favorite hobby, not entirely paying attention. To tell the truth, he was listening more to your voice than your words, if you can even do that. "Beautiful." He'd said. He'd meant to say it in his head, but it'd slipped out of his mouth accidentally.

You merely quirk your head, assuming that he'd said it about your hobby. Before you could continue on, though, Dick tried to fix his slip up. If he'd read the situation, he'd known that you weren't all that suspicious. But, in his panic, he hadn't realized it.

"I mean, uh…" Though he hadn't exactly thought his words through before trying to correct himself.

Now you're curious, since you now know that he's not referring to your hobby, which is rather rude but you didn't expect him to pay attention. Somehow you manage to convince Dick to keep talking.

"You're beautiful." He immediately flushes a bright red, which you no doubt find adorable. "Your voice, that is!"

If you ignore the slip up, that compliment is quite commonly used by newly acquired acquaintances, rather than friends. Normally you brush it off, since you get these compliments quite a bit, but then you realize he'd been staring at you this whole time with a dopey look. In your focus on your hobby, you hadn't realized, but now that you'd been distracted from it, you saw it clear as day.

"Does that suggest that you like me, Grayson?" Your lips form into a smirk. God, did he hate your voice sometimes. That is what he would say, but he loved it, which was the problem. Your voice itself was magnificent, but paired with the words and the playful use of his last name, it made his knees buckle.

You take note of how vulnerable it makes him, which means you're sure to use that to your advantage later, whenever that is.

"I–" Dick gulps, practically shrinking under your gaze. "Yeah..?"

Needless to say, you kiss his nervous look away.

Dating was absolute heaven for Dick, apart from the time you spent apart. That was agony.

He realized his love for you had increased when you accepted, even supported his vigilante ways. You'd accepted the fact you wouldn't be spending a lot of time together and, as hard as it is to accept, the risk of him getting hurt out there. It wasn't just that that made him fall in love.

He loved when you'd sing him to sleep while cuddling him, to the point where he asked you to every night you slept together, if you still had the energy. It sure as hell made it much easier for him to sleep.

Compliments are a daily thing, something he also solicits from you. He loves the way they roll off your tongue, even if you slip up a few words. Even when he anticipates it, his face flushes.

Now flirting, on the other hand, god did he love it. Maybe even more than being sung to sleep. The pet names you'd use, the cheesy yet passable one-liners, it was everything to him. You were everything to him.

"Darling, what a nice surprise." You merely sip your drink as you watch him climb through your apartment window. As graceful, flexible, and acrobatic as he is, somehow he can't seem to go through windows very successfully. He nearly falls over.

"Hey." He plays it off cool, but he can see that you're not letting him go that easy.

"Are you okay? You seemed to have scraped yourself on the carpet." He hadn't scraped himself, but his reaction was quite cute either way.

"I'm just fine." He replies, swiping the nonexistent dust off his shoulders.

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow, taking another slow, agony-inducing sip from your cup. "Are you sure you wouldn't like me to check?"

He chuckles, sliding off his super suit. "If you wanted to see me bare, you could've just asked." Despite suggesting such an explicit thing, Dick slides on his spare clothes anyway. Though before he puts on his shirt, you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Well, may I see you bare, as you say?"

Spending all that time together, he never got over your voice. He never got tired of you. He always looked forward to the next time you'd meet.

He didn't need to think about the next time you'd meet when you moved in together.

You start and end every day together, which means more of your voice and way, way more singing. He hadn't noticed the way you sang under your breath while doing a routinely task, though when would he?

You yourself hadn't realized you did. You found out about it around a month after Dick and you started dating. That month was full of Dick asking you to sing for him, which made you notice that you sang much more because of him. If anything, you found it cute.

Because you spent even more time together, he asked you to sing other things that weren't lullabies, typically love songs.

He loved to hear you sing first thing in the morning when he women up as you made breakfast. Sometimes he'd follow along in song, no matter if he sucked or if he didn't even know the lyrics.

But, as perfect as it sounds, fights come. It's part of normal relationships, but they are only a bump in the road. People who are truly in love overcome the obstacles, people that you thankfully are.

Though such arguments always hurt. Dick hates how your usually calm voice becomes frustrated, almost panicked. All he wants is to have the argument over with, which makes making up for it all the more urgent for him. He doesn't care if he has to sleep on the couch, as long as you make up, he's happy. He almost forgets about the argument itself.

These arguments usually come from Dick's nights out. You're prepared yet it always hurts you to see him in pain, even if you'd accepted it.

It was just so hard to see the person you loved like this, so you have the right to break down. Dick makes sure he's careful so he doesn't get injured in fights, but it's almost inevitable that he gets hurt.

When he comes home hurt, he's most likely frustrated too. Especially if it was something he could've prevented. He hated seeing how much it hurt for you to see him this way, so much so that he took his anger out on himself.

You hated seeing him injured, but you hated seeing him be so frustrated in himself more than that.

You hated arguments, but you got over them. You'd gotten used to the possibility of him coming home injured. It was hard to do so, which made him feel proud of you, along with that boost of love, of course.

Finally, he loved coming back home to you.

"Hey." His breathing is hard from all the running he's done, which makes greeting a bit funny.

"Hey." You laugh. You pat the seat next to you, and from the entrance, Dick can see you've left his plate on the table. He loves how considerate you are and how much you trust him to come back home.

"Thanks." Dick digs into his food, taking one bite while scrambling to take his suit off. It's a silly sight, though Dick has no idea how silly it looks.

"What?" He asks in the middle of a mouthful.

"One at a time, babe." You continue to watch him as you eat your own meal. Dick was basically your personal entertainer.

"Right." He gulps down the rest of his mouthful, beginning to get up to go grab some clothes. You stop him before he does, pointing at the clothes at the far end of the small table. "Right, right." Even with how long you've been living together, he can't seem to adjust to how prepared you are for him.

He'd always been a mess when he lived alone, in the behavior part; he liked to have his apartment clean. More often than not he'd leave a small mess for his morning self to clean up.

It's almost as if you were his parent. You told him to take care of himself, but most importantly, you love him and you made sure he knew that. He doesn't know how you put up with his shit.

He loved how calm you were, your voice, and you all in all.

Dick Grayson loved you.

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yoolee · 3 years ago

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Actual, real world advice from Lee: Useful corporate phrases

I have no idea if anyone still checks this blog, and if they do, this has nothing to do with what usually gets posted, but I’ve done two of these, so here’s a third!

“Thanks, you’ve given me something to think about.”

Use it: When you get feedback you don’t agree with - especially if you have an immediate emotional reaction to it.

Why: Because it acknowledges but doesn’t agree. Basically buys you time to react privately without damaging the relationship. Immediately (and emotionally) jumping into telling someone why they’re wrong is only going to strain the relationship. When you’re getting feedback, you want the other person to feel heard (science says even having the opportunity to air negative feelings makes people feel more positively about the thing). That doesn’t mean you have to AGREE. This statement lets you acknowledge, while buying you time to process. This also gives you an out on things like opinions people have on presentations or projects: if they bring it up later you can say you thought about it, but decided to keep what you had because A/B/C and by then you’ll have had time to craft an ironclad response.

“I can’t, I have a prior commitment.”

Use it: When you’re being asked to work hours that your coworkers aren’t, or that you are not part of your regular schedule, or, you know, when you have a prior commitment and don’t want to give details.

Why: Your time is your time and you don’t owe an explanation! Yes, it’s important to be a team player, and it’s important to be flexible and get the work done when it needs to get done, bit if you’re in a situation where, say, a parent isn’t asked to come in the weekend because your boss knows they have kids, and you are because they know you don’t, draw the line. There’s often a temptation to justify unavailability (lie and say doctor’s appointment, family event, traveling) but you do not owe justification for your time being your own, and not wanting to take the burden of additional responsibility without additional compensation in return. Being in the habit of not providing justification will come in handy if you ever don’t want to disclose something later (eg, private appointment, interview at another workspace) - it won’t seem suspicious that you’re suddenly being vague.

“The goal/outcome for this meeting is...”

Use it: When you’re running a meeting.

Why: You would be amazed how different everyone’s perceptions of their role in a meeting are, and setting expectations so obviously may feel silly but wow it helps. Let’s say I schedule a 1:1 with my boss. I just call it, Lee/Boss 1:1. I walk in and start venting about how Coworker is always late in responding to my emails. What does my boss do? In this case, my boss doesn’t know if I want them to fix my problem, if I want them to just let me air my grievances, or if I want them to give me advice, etc. If they do something other than what I want, we’ll both be frustrated. If I instead I preface it by saying, “I’m going to handle this on my own, but I just need to say it and be heard.” or “I need some advice.” then we both go into the convo knowing our roles. This works on big meetings too, “I’m going to make the final decision but I schedule this meeting to hear your input…” “At the end of the meeting I want to walk away with a budget we’ve all approved…”

“What is the most important thing for us to accomplish [during this meeting]?”

Use it: When you don’t know the expectations for a meeting, you don’t think you need to be in the meeting, the meeting has a lot of people on it, or you’re getting frustrated because you don’t know why there’s a meeting in the first place.

Why: So that you and the person leading the meeting don’t focus on different things! See the above entry :)

“Hypothetically, what would the ideal outcome look like?”

Use it: When someone is stuck on a problem (including yourself).

Why: We tend to artificially impose limits on our problem-solving, which stops us from being creative, going into an open-ended hypothetical offers a new vantage point.

A lot of times when we’re stuck, we try so hard to make do with what we’ve got that we fail to consider how much more is actually available to us. Start with the ideal and figure out which components of it are accessible. Then work backwards with what/how/who questions. What/how/who are open-ended. They make you think! Consider: “Can you rent space by this weekend?” this is a closed decision, it limits you to yes/no, and puts limiters on the delivery (what comes to mind are event halls, restaurants, etc) Compare to: “What kind of space do you need?” which could prompt something like, oh, just space for 10 people - what about a park? Open-ended questions are your friend when trying to help someone solve a problem (even if that ‘someone’ is yourself!)

(not a phrase) Save ‘I’ for remediation, passive voice for problems

Use it: When you have to communicate a problem that is not your fault.

Why: Because you shouldn’t take responsibility for something that isn’t your responsibility - but throwing someone else under the bus is NEVER a good look. Putting the ‘I’ on action shows you’re working on it. Consider, “I don’t have bandwidth to take on this project right now” vs “This project will require more analysis than that timeframe allows, but I can start on it [later ETA].” The latter is stronger - the fault is on the project, not your time management (or your leadership’s inability to see that your plate is full). Also, “I haven’t finished because Bob hasn’t sent me the graphics.” vs, “The project’s just waiting on graphics. I should be able to wrap up by Tuesday if they arrive Monday. I’ve reached out to Bob, his ETA is [ETA]”. Same thing - it’s communicated that the project isn’t finished, but the fault is left sort of nebulous. You’re not artificially taking it one, and you’re not tossing Bob under the bus. Takes some practice, but definitely makes life easier. Caveat (there’s always one): If you screw up, take ownership and do it fast. It is always, ALWAYS better to control the narrative of failure than for your leadership to find out you failed from someone else.

(not a phrase) KEEP TALKING

Use it: When you’re interrupted by someone being obnoxious.

Why: Because you’re not done, and they’re being rude, and this communicates that without calling them out. Legit, just finish your sentence like you don’t hear them talking. Don’t miss a beat. Not to make this about gender, but this is something I, as a female on mostly all-male teams, have found to be EXTREMELY effective, to the point of other people reaching out to me after like wow that interrupting person was kinda bein’ an asshole, sorry, and me being like no biggie thanks for noticing and taking my back. Has that secondary reach out ever happened when I just meekly cut myself off for them? No. Caveat - maybe don’t do this if the person interrupting is like, a VP/CEO they won’t take it well. Also, second caveat, have some grace for your coworkers if it’s not something they do often and you work with them frequently - we all get overexcited and interrupt unintentionally. This is specifically for use in scenarios where a) you are not being heard and you need to be b) you are the authority (either by knowledge, seniority, or scheduling) c) to make someone who interrupts habitually aware they’re doing it to you.

Edit: The fantastic and wise @han-pan offered as well, “Can I finish?” quoth she: “I find it helpful because it identifies that person has interrupted, it is stark and direct enough to startle someone out of talking louder and louder until you finish, and it’s really hard to be mad at someone for asking your permission when you’ve fucked up.” AND I AGREE. This is a good one to use in those ‘have some grace’ moments, as it’s less likely to damage the relationship.

“Sorry, but I don’t have the decision-making or budget authority.”

Use it: When someone on LinkedIn wants you to try their service...

Why: Because they’ll leave you alone, usually.

“What’s the most important issue for you to solve/question for you to answer?”

Use it: When you’re disagreeing on approach with someone.

Why: Again, expectation aligning!

Sometimes people just dig their heels in on something. There’s usually a reason. Let’s say Coworker A and Coworker B are both working a presentation for Director C. Coworker A is frustrated because they’ve been given strict instructions to keep it to 15 minutes, but Coworker B keeps adding slides, even after A deletes them. By asking B what the most important question for them to answer is, A can use that as a guidepost to focus the presentation. (Likewise, if B asks, what’s the issue, they’ll understand A is really concerned about going over time)

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