#blurb request for my angel `🥰

[astrophileous]

hi !!! can i request literally anything with spencer based on "in a world of boys he's a gentleman"? everytime i hear it on tiktok i just think of him and i physically cannot😭😭 thanks a lot <3

ANON YOUR ✨️MIND✨️!!! I go crazy over any edit of spencer with slut! audio omfg and you're absolutely right, the lyrics scream HIM SO MUCH 😭🫶 Thanks for the request lovely ❤️ btw some parts of this are kinda similar to details of my other blurbs but you know what? idc 🥰 I hope you still enjoy it tho &lt;3

Warning(s): fem!reader, minor injury (scrapped knee), reader being stood up, profanities

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

You turned around at the familiar voice. "Spencer? What are you doing here?"

"I'm on the job. Were you inside the club?"

You glanced at the entrance of the establishment behind you. "Yeah, I was. Can you tell me what's going on? Why was everyone evacuated? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, angel. Don't worry. We've got things under control." Spencer looked around at the mass of people in your immediate surroundings. "I thought you said you had a date today?"

You shuffled your weight from foot to foot, ducking your head so Spencer couldn't read the embarrassment on your face. "I do. My date, he's—well, he said he saw some of his friends earlier and went to say hi, but then we got evacuated, so..."

Spencer frowned. "He hasn't contacted you yet?"

"No." You looked at your phone again for good measure, hoping that somehow your date had dropped in a text or a missed call in the two minutes since the last time you checked the device, but alas. "Maybe he doesn't have service? The signal on my phone has been terrible as well."

You and Spencer both knew that it was a pathetic excuse, but you were thankful that he chose to brush past it completely.

"Are you cold?" Spencer asked when he saw you shudder. He instantly took off the FBI bomber he was wearing and draped it on your shoulders. "Here. You know you get cold easily. Why didn't you bring a coat?"

Truthfully speaking, you didn't think you would need a coat when you left your place earlier that night. After all, your date was going to drive you from your apartment to the club and back. How were you supposed to know that he was going to stand you up halfway through your date, leaving you alone and freezing in the middle of a sidewalk?

Perhaps the fact that he decided to bring you to a club out of all places for a first date should have been your first red flag all along.

"Better now?" Spencer asked.

"Yes. Thank you, Spencer."

Someone bumped against you from behind, and before you could dive head first onto the curb, Spencer caught your fall mid-air. He led you away from the mob of people littering the club entrance with protective arms enveloping your shoulders.

"What happened to your leg?" Spencer asked when he saw the slight limp in your walk.

"Oh, that? I, um, kinda grazed it against the pavement when I fell."

"You fell?!"

"Well—" you winced when a particular step sent a jolt to your limb, "—believe it or not, people can get real physical when they panic, and a sudden PSA to evacuate the premises is apparently the surest way to do it."

"Let me see." Before you could stop him, Spencer was already kneeling in front of you in the middle of the road. He flipped the sheer material of your skirt so he could inspect the damage. "Shit, angel. You're bleeding. Why didn't you say anything?"

Carefully, Spencer ushered you towards the nearest ambulance, sitting you down at the back before requesting a first aid kit from the paramedic.

"Need help with that?" the paramedic asked.

"No, thank you. I've got her."

The way Spencer said the phrase made your entire insides heat up all at once. It didn't help that for the following minutes, you had to endure all the gentle ministrations Spencer was doing to treat your scraped knee. You were both glad and mournful when Spencer finished dressing the wound, your skin tingling with the aftermath of his delicate touches.

Spencer took a seat right next to you. "Still no word from your date?"

"No." You sighed. "I don't even wanna think about him right now. Should've trusted my instinct and not go on this stupid date in the first place."

"Why did you go anyway?"

"I didn't feel right canceling just like that. Deirdre went through great trouble setting it up for me."

Deirdre, bless her heart, was your best friend and closest confidant. She was also the person who arranged this blind date for you because she was, quote-unquote, tired of seeing you pining over a certain FBI agent with an IQ of 187.

"For a certified genius, he's sure as hell real dumb if he hasn't figured out how you feel about him by now," Deirdre had said once upon a time.

So, like the good friend that she was, Deirdre set this blind date in hopes that you would finally stop moping around and start moving on instead.

"Your date is a friend of Deirdre's?" Spencer questioned.

"No, no, no. I think he's a coworker of her sister's husband or something? Anyway, thought I'd at least show up and have fun, y'know? I didn't expect that I would be the one getting stood up."

Spencer clenched his jaw. "Well, you can tell Deirdre that her sister's husband's coworker is a brainless dickhead."

"Spencer!" You wanted to reprimand him, but the giggles that broke through betrayed your intention completely. "You don't know that. You've never even met the guy."

"Don't need to. He's got to be the biggest idiot in the world to have the audacity to stand you up when he should be thanking you for even giving him the time of day in the first place."

Your stomach churned into knots. "You appraise me way too highly, Spencer."

"I appraise you exactly as you deserve." Spencer's shoulder bumped against yours. Even under the layers of clothes you were wearing, your skin still managed to burn. "I wish you could see that."

His words washed over you like a high tide. Spencer was the only one who held such power in the world; the power to render you compliant just by the utterance of several words.

It should have been terrifying.

"Do you want to go home?" Spencer offered as he rose to his feet. "C'mon. I'll drive you."

"What? But your case—"

"They'll be fine without me."

You followed him to one of the parked SUVs several paces ahead. Spencer meandered for a minute towards a group of people whom you could only assume was his team. You offered a small wave and an awkward smile when their gazes slithered your way.

"I feel bad for taking you away like this," you admitted once Spencer returned. He had tendrils of curly hair falling down his forehead, and it took every willpower you had not to reach out and stroke them away.

"It's fine. They understand. We all cover each other all the time when one of us has more urgent things to do."

You were 100% certain that taking you home should not have been categorized as "more urgent things to do". After all, Spencer was a federal agent working a federal case, and you could've easily taken the metro or a taxi back to your place. If it had been any other person with you at that moment—if it had been any other guy—you doubted they would have gone through all those troubles for you.

But Spencer was different.

In a world of boys, Spencer Reid was a gentleman.

He opened the car door for you before getting himself into the driver's seat. The drive back to your apartment lasted a little over twenty minutes. You stared at the building outside your window before turning to face Spencer.

"I'm sorry again for hindering you from your job."

"Are you seriously just gonna keep apologizing to me?"

You grinned. "Maybe. Unless, well, you'd let me treat you to lunch sometimes. Or dinner. Whatever works for you."

Spencer chuckled. "Deal. Just text me when and where, okay?"

You bid your goodbye and exited the SUV. Just before you could close the door, though, Spencer suddenly called out your name.

You bent down and peered inside the car. "Yes?"

Spencer assessed you in silence before looking away. "Nothing. Just... don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Brush my teeth? Who are you? My mom?"

Spencer waved you off when you started to laugh.

"Goodnight, Spencer," you said one last time, slamming the car door and heading towards the entrance of your building.

Spencer's heart stirred as he watched you walk away. "Goodnight, angel."

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[daenysx]

Hey girl! I love the idea of Cinnamon Girl Sleepover! It’s so cute.

So I have a blurb idea for you. Maybe something about how the boys (poly or just James if you like that better) comfort reader when she’s feeling insecure about her body.

I’m a midsize girly myself and my self esteem fluctuates a lot because of that. I just find these sorts of stories very sweet and comforting 🥰

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy !! <3333

james potter x fem!reader

"i feel like the thin straps are- too much." you say, hating the mirror in front of you. shopping with james is nice when you don't have to try any clothes on but now, you kinda have to. you need to find something to wear for the dinner tonight to celebrate james and his team's win.

"i like the way they show your collarbones." james says, softly. "and your neck. would it be too much if i kiss you here?"

the store is not so crowded which is nice. you are almost alone with james other than a few people minding their own business.

"i can't stop you if you kiss me." you say. his eyes sparkle.

"just-" he gets close to you, his hands linger on your shoulders. "the way i can always reach your shoulders to kiss when you'll be sitting next to me- please, let me get this dress for you, beautiful."

you're not so sure. you don't trust yourself with feeling comfortable in a dress like this when you're meeting many people. you don't want to focus on the way you look too much, you actually want to celebrate your boyfriend's big success. you take a slow breath, your fingers fidgeting.

"angel." james understands what's going on from the way you watch yourself on the mirror. "please stop thinking what you're thinking."

you give him a soft smile. "how can you be so certain of what i'm thinking?"

"um- because i know my girl?" he says like it's the most obvious thing. "i know what you think from a single look in your eyes. please, don't."

"i like this dress." you tell him, honestly. "i really do, but- i don't like the way i look in it, i guess. i'm- my body is- i don't know."

the dress is actually beautiful. the color looks nice on you, you can say that. the straps and the way it fits your body, though- you think you need to have a certain confidence in your body to carry it the way it deserves to be carried, but you're not sure if you can manage that.

"you need to wear something you like. something you're comfortable with wearing." james starts. "i love this one, though. i'd really like to see you wearing it, i think it looks like it's made for you."

you look at him with unsure eyes.

"you are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen, you know that?" he murmurs, his lips put on a brief kiss on your shoulder. "it's nothing to do with what you wear- you'll be beautiful. i'm gonna be staring at you all the time. can't keep my eyes off my girl when she's glowing, proud of me, sitting next to me at that table."

he is so genuine with his words, it almost makes your legs shake. he holds your waist, kisses your neck when there's no one but you around. you smile, your hands holding his quickly. "let's get this one then. i like the color."

james nods happily.

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[harrysfolklore]

idk if you’re still taking requests but you should do actress!yn who’s been a long time fan of harry since 1d and a fellow solo harrie and they’re the stars of this movie (maybe a romcom 🤔) and then y/n is so nervous around harry and he teases her?? then they realize they have so much in common and it’s just fluff everywhere 🥲

this is honestly one of my favorite blurbs i’ve ever done and i hope you love it as much as i do! enjoy and thank youuu for the request

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram SEASON FINALE OF THE BEAR AIRS TODAY 🥲 thank you for all the love u all have my heart

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theharrytea guysss deuxmoi posted this !! i think it might be about harry omg. thoughts ?

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TEXT BETWEEN HARRY AND YN

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yourinstagram first day of filming check !! hiyaaaa costar ⭐️ @harrystyles

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harrystyles Which Brings Me to You World Premiere. October, 2023.

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INTERVIEWS

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yourinstagram press day ! be ready because tons of content from me and @harrystyles annoying you about our movie is coming sooooooon 🥰

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[jacesvelaryons]

english love affair

social media au

kpop idol!reader x tom blyth

fc: jennie kim

i love making these and have some in my drafts so feel free to send requests/face claim requests/suggestions

(ps: i had to redo this bc the first time i posted not only did it not post, it didn’t save any of my changes so i had to do it again. 😭)

Requests are OPEN for both soc med aus and blurbs for Tom and his characters

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↪️ user9 and she liked!

user8 insert olivia wilde nodding meme

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username7 y/n world domination she’s a singer dancer rapper songwriter producer model like what can she not do

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y/n has now followed actor tom blyth who has recently stared in the new hunger games movie the ballad of songbirds and snakes!

he has previously liked and commented on her recent post, and she’s stated previously that she’s a fan of the trilogy and has watched this new movie multiple times!

ynfan98 this is interesting bc she barely follows ppl as it is

user76 the way she’s barely active on social media and does this she’s so old lady coded 😭

user12 DID YALL SEE TOMS THIRST TRAP

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↪️ username6 YES SKDKDK not even a few hours since she followed now he’s like this

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↪️ user11 AND IT WORKED SHE LIKED BACK

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tom’s now deleted story (1.12.2024)

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A huge honour to receive the Honorary MBEs and attend the South Korea-UK State Banquet at Buckingham Palace 🎖️💂‍♀️

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[samkerrworshipper]

Please could you do an imagine with Lucy bronze where the reader is also on the England team and gets injured during a game and Lucy is basically just being really cute and fluffy as well as a little protective 🥰

AHHH

I loved this request sm so here you go!

i feel like this could be followed up with a part 2 to expand on the reader and lucy’s relationship so lmk if you want to see that! also please feel free to keep sending in requests god knows i need inspo rn lol

A shoulder to cry on

Lucy Bronze x Reader

fluff, lil bit of angst, injury, graphic injury, pain, hurt/comfort, 3200 words

blurb: when lucy’s girlfriend goes down in a match how does she deal with it and how does lucy look react

I was too busy watching the ball flying towards goal to see the body flying at me. Too busy focusing on the Australian goalkeeper to acknowledge the knees slowly sliding under my own feet. Too busy focusing on getting my team a goal to give us a chance to stop myself from being floored by the Australian whirlwind, Ellie Carpenter. I went head first into the turf, my body flopping down onto the grass with my head dug into the dirt. My ears were ringing and I was a groaning mess. My whole body hurt and I couldn’t even muster the energy to turn over to access the damage that had been inflicted. All I could feel was gut wrenching pain, from my feet all the way to my hip.

When I was finally turned over I was met with the sight of Ellie and Steph Catley, two Australians that I didn’t want to see right now. I was a screaming, shaking, crying mess. Both women were very clearly taken aback by my emotion. The stadium was a ruckus, and as my teary eyes flashed up I saw my goal being replayed on the big screen, a goal. At least that was something, I’d done something to help us claw our way back. We were 100 days off from the World Cup start though, 100 days. Judging by the amount of pain I was in though that was nowhere near enough time.

As a professional athlete there is always the background fear that you are going to get injured. An overwhelming worry constantly in the back of your head that maybe this time it is going to be your last, maybe the next time you step on the field it might be the last time in a while. As you become a professional, as you start playing for your nation you learn to silence that part of your brain, you can’t afford to live in fear that you are going to get hurt. But watching teammates, friends, people you love get hurt, reinstalls that part of your brain, makes you wonder if maybe you are next, maybe next time it’ll be your turn. That fear though, it’s nothing in comparison to actually getting hurt, nothing in comparison to realising maybe this time it actually is your last.

That was all I could think about as the two Australian women tried to talk to me, tried to communicate with me. The first one of my teammates to rush over was Leah, who shoved both Australians away before crouching down beside me.

“Hey y/n, take a deep breath, the medics are about to get here, you don’t need to worry.”

Leah’s words were like a breath of fresh air, a break from the constant ringing in my ears.

“L-ucy, need Lucy.”

Leah nodded at me, smiling down at my face and nodding. Her hand made it’s way down to my face and wiped away the tears that were falling.

“She’s on her way angel, just stay patient for me, she’s making her way over, just take those deep breaths.”

“Hurts, hurts so fucking bad.”

Leah nodded at me, I watched her eyes creep down my body to my legs and that was how I knew it was bad, because not even Leah could avoid looking.

“I know, I know angel, I am so sorry that I can’t do anything about that. Just keep taking those deep breaths for me.”

I couldn’t help but continue to sob as I waited for someone, anyone to give me some kind of relief. All I could feel was pain and it was clear in Leah’s mannerisms that she didn’t really know how to help me, how was she supposed to help me?

“Y/n, listen to me, take a deep breath, I know you are in pain, the medics are getting here as fast as they can so you just need to take some deep breaths.”

It didn’t help that we were positioned on the opposite side of the field that the medics would be on and it was also a problem that if the umpire hadn’t blown her whistle they wouldn’t be allowed on.

“How bad is it?”

The words left my mouth in between sobs and breaths. Leah clearly didn’t know what to say, she clearly didn’t want to worry me any more but Leah wasn’t a good liar and she had a shit poker face.

“Don’t worry about that, keep your eyes on me. It’s just me and you, kiddo.”

Leah had taken me under her wing long ago, she treated me like her little sister.

I watched her eyes flash up in a panic and before I knew it she was jumping off of her feet and rushing off in the direction behind my head. I couldn’t help but turn my head to watch where she was going. I was still a little bit spaced out so it took me a few seconds to spot her out but once I did I found her rushing towards Ellie, who was sitting a few metres behind me. I couldn’t figure out why she was rushing over until I spotted Lucy approaching, running towards her, a look of absolute anger on her face. Leah was trying to get to her before Lucy inevitably got to Ellie. I watched it unfold as Lucy just made it to Ellie before Leah did, yanking her up by under her armpits.

I didn’t get to see much more, my head was pulled back to being flat on the turf by Millie and Sam Kerr, my ex-teammates from Chelsea.

“Hey y/n/n, the medics are just about to get here, it’s going to be alright.”

Millie’s tone of voice was similar to that of Leah’s, calm, patient, the voice of a captain.

“I need Lucy.”

Lucy was my other half. The love of my life, my everything. I wanted her, I wanted her to be there to hold my hand and to tell me that everything was going to be fine, even if it wasn’t.

“I know, Leah’s sorting her out, she’ll be here in a minute.”

Lucy was insanely protective over me, to a concerning degree. In the past year I’d made the decision to move to Barca, to be with her and it had been great but something I’d learnt from playing alongside her regularly was that she was a little bit too protective over the people she loved. A defender did so much as foul me on the pitch and she did everything in her power to seek some sort of revenge whether it was in the form of physically hurting them or doing anything in her power to get to them.

“I need her Mil, please.”

Millie nodded at me and then looked at Sam, I was in fucking shambles.

“I’ll go get her okay, feel better kid.”

Sam patted me gently on the shoulder before leaving just me and Millie. I was still lying on the pitch, fighting back more tears as I looked up into the sky and just prayed for this to all be over, for the pain to subside and for everything to just dissipate.

The medics were the next people to make it over to us, accompanied by Sarina and our trainer. The game had obviously been stopped for me so they seemed to be in a rush to get me off, with my goal we had a shot at winning now.

“Hi Ms y/l/n, how are you feeling?”

“In pain.”

My answer was flat and the medic let out an empty laugh at my reply.

“Okay, on a scale of 1-10 where would you put yourself at?”

“A 6.”

Sarina snorted at my reply, she knew that I had a high threshold for pain, I’d met her originally when I was playing as a rookie for Chelsea, she’d been the Netherlands coach at time and the coach for a professional team in the Netherlands which she’d tried to recruit me for but I’d turned her down. I’d never have guessed a few years later she would be coaching me on a National level.

“That means its a nine.”

I glared at Sarina, she knew me a little bit too well.

“Okay, this is a penthrox whistle, it should administer immediate pain relief, enough that we should be able to get you on the stretcher and off the pitch.”

I looked at Millie, then at Sarina, then at the Medic, immediately shaking my head.

“I’m walking off.”

All of their faces told me that I was missing something.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

In all of the chaos, all of the emergence, I hadn’t had the opportunity to even look at the source of my pain.

Before I could say anything more Lucy was crouching down beside my head and I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her. Her hand slid into mine and just her face, her smile, it was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t fighting a fucking battle.

“Luce, can you please tell them to let me walk off the pitch, just let me have that.”

I was fighting back tears and I could tell that Lucy was fighting an internal battle. Her eyes flashed down to my legs and then back to my face and just the split second gasp was enough to tell me that it was bad, really bad. Her hand fell to my face and that was how I knew it was not good and that was when I started sobbing again.

“How bad is it? Stop beating around the bush just tell me.”

All of the people above me looked between each other before the medic spoke,

“Your knee is dislocated, you’ve got some deep lacerations and stud marks in your shins and a piece of your tibia is sticking out of one of them. You are bleeding a lot, we need to get you off the field and to hospital, take the green whistle and we’ll get you off the field as soon as possible.”

Those words hurt, a lot, more than the injury itself. I nodded to the medic, I wasn’t walking off the field with that list of injuries, I was surprised I was still conscious with that comprise of injuries.

“Baby, just take the pain meds, you're in enough pain.”

Lucy’s voice, her convincing was probably the only thing that made me nod my head and let them pass me the inhaler. I got straight to inhaling it, and within the first ten or so inhalation I felt the pain relief start to kick in. It was good, it made me feel almost ten times better. Lucy was there the whole time, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as they medic attended to my legs and Sarina wrapped a blanket around my shivering upper half.

It was about five minutes before I was floating on a pain free drug induced cloud. When that happened they started to transfer me to the stretcher, with the help of Sarina, Lucy, Millie, Leah and the two medics. It was a touchy process, they were very clearly trying to keep the movement of my leg limited. The actual movement of getting me onto the stretcher had me screaming, pain relief or not it hurt insanely and I knew at that moment that my World Cup dreams were pretty much over. I cried the whole way to the ambulance. Lucy and my teammates had to desert me once I made it over to the sideline so they could finish off the game, eventually, along the way I passed out from the mixture of drugs and blood loss, something I was grateful for.

When I started to stir I had a headache but I felt warm. It took me a few seconds before I cracked my eyes, it was dark outside, my room was dark. But not so dark that I couldn’t make out everything around me, the lights from the hallway and machines giving me a steady source of light. The first thing that I saw was that a big percentage of the Lionesses were piled into the room, Georgia, Leah and Keira and piled onto a pull out sofa, Rachel, Millie and Mary sharing the spare cot beside me and a few of the other girls scattered in seats across the room. It was cute, looking at all of my teammates who were clearly gassed from the game but still here. Sarina and Lucy were slumped in the seats immediately to my side. Just as I let my eyes float over to Lucy her own blueish eyes tiredly connecting with my own. A tight lipped smile made its way to her mouth as she acknowledged me.

“Hey baby.”

Her voice was hushed, it was clear she was trying her hardest not to awaken any of our teammates. As she blinked away the sleep she slipped her glasses over her face, locking her eyes properly with me once the frames were slipped over her eyes. Her voice was enough to put more tears in my eyes, I was pretty sure I’d cried enough tears for about six people.

She stood up quietly, letting her hand fall to my face, gently rubbing a circle against my cheek. It was enough to have my lip trembling and my eyes darting across the room. Before I knew it I was a pleading staggering mess.

“Why me? Why now?”

Lucy’s facial expression just broke into a frown and I could feel her worrying from a few centimetres away from me. Before she said anything she pressed her lips to my forehead. I sobbed into her, not really worried about waking up any of our companions.

“I know sweetheart, I know, it’s okay, I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

My breaths came out in hiccups and the hospital gown I was in clung to my body with the sweat that I was producing from working myself up.

“How bad is it, did we win?”

My words came out in pieces, it sounded like my Spanish, which was very rough and not very consistent.

“No, but don’t worry about that. They relocated your knee, you had to have surgery on your leg but it’s just a metal plate and some stitches for the lacerations from Carpenter’s boot.”

I honestly felt bad for the Australian defender, she’d had it bad enough with the press for the last while, let alone getting someone else’s blood all over their cleats.

“So my world cup dream is over.”

Lucy let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, it solidified the words in the room.

“Hey, not necessarily. The doctor said that the surgery went really well, that the fracture was pretty minor and that he expects a speedy recovery. You could be back running in 4-6 weeks.”

Even Lucy didn’t sound that optimistic, it was clear she was trying her hardest but she was struggling.

“My fitness will be shot, 4-6 weeks off the pitch pre world cup practically guarantees my spot gone, even if I’m running, in what world would Sarina take the chance of putting me on the pitch.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, it was hard to catch in the dim light but I managed to with my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“I won’t have anyone putting my girl down, especially not you. You will be fine. I can’t promise you that you will make it back on the pitch, you will make it to Australia, if it’s the right fit. Maybe it won’t be, maybe that’s fate and I know that’s shit to accept, shit to get the short straw and I am so sorry that you are in that position. If I could switch with you I would. I would do anything for you and you know that, I’ll be here for you everyday, I will give up anything to make this easier for you, I can promise you that. I can promise that I’m here to be whatever you need. You need a shoulder to cry on? I’ve got two. You need someone to listen? I’ve got two working ears and great advice if you want it. You need someone to just be here for you? I will sit with you for as long as you need.”

Lucy’s words hit home for me. She had always been willing to do anything for me, she’d walk to the ends of the earth to do anything for me, she’d made that clear from when we’d first met. I’d been apprehensive from the beginning but she’d fought and fought until I’d given into her and when I had I’d fallen head over heels in love with the woman.

I moved myself over in the bed and patted down next to the space I’d left open beside me. Luc seemed apprehensive to begin with, her eyes darting between my leg and my eyes.

“Please, I just want my girlfriend to hug me, can I have that?”

Lucy bit her lip, she was clearly a little bit nervous about the idea but her slumped shoulders and tired eyes were enough to tell me that she was tired and just as needy as I was. Neither of us slept well without the other, on the rare occasion that we were separated we both struggled with the loss of contact.

“I’m not sure y/n/n, I don’t want to hurt your leg.”

She was so cute when she was nervous, her voice a nervous murmur. I put her worry to rest fairly quickly though, the pain meds were running through my veins and I was equally as tired.

“Luce, my bad leg is on the other side, I just need some contact, I need to feel loved and comfortable and this hospital bed is making that hard, so please, just hug your girlfriend.”

Lucy sighed and nodded at me, she couldn’t deny me, ever, I had her wrapped around my little finger.

“Alright, how about I slide behind you and you can rest against me?”

It took a little bit of push and shove and some wincing and pain on my side but eventually we got Lucy situated behind me, up against the pillows. I was resting comfortably against her chest and stomach, my head resting in her neck. It was everything I’d needed to make me feel a little bit better and once we’d both gotten settled I smiled up at her gratefully. She pressed her lips to my forehead, I swore that I could feel the compassion behind it but maybe that was the morphine speaking.

“I love you.”

She’d smiled down in that goofy way that she did when I gave her a compliment. Lucy was a goofball, it was one of the things that I loved about her. She was always laughing and making people around her laugh, she was just full of good energy and it made me a better person.

“I love you too, my love, always, get some rest. It’s all going to be okay.”

[dirtyvulture]

Hiii... I don't know if you have done this before, or if you're still taking requests, but this is just stuck in my head... Natasha finding out reader has tattoos and just getting turned on by that... Maybe in the beach or at the compound's pool... That's just it... Maybe G!P or male!reader... Whatever you want, Hope you're having a good day❤️

Welp, now you've got this stuck in MY head 😭

Wrote you a short blurb :) No pronouns used

18+ only, read at your own risk

You walk out of the compound to the back area where the pool is, where most of your colleagues are already gathered, sipping drinks and lounging in the sun. You notice that Natasha is already here and her eyes are focused exclusively on you as you walk by to the pool, dropping your towel on an empty chair and taking your shirt off.

Natasha has to make a conscious effort to hold her breath as she takes you in shirtless for the first time. Across your back is an angel with spread wings and when you turn around to toss your shirt onto your towel, she sees the black and white sword tattoo across your ribcage and the head of a dragon across your chest.

You jump into the pool with a clean dive, coming back up with your hair slicked back and your skin glittering with water droplets. Steve and Bruce join you, but Natasha is only focused on you.

She subconsciously crosses her legs as she watches you climb out of the pool, thinking about how much she wants to trace her fingers over your tattoos and scratch her nails across the angel on your back while you pound her into bed. Her eyes follow a trail of water that runs down your abs into the front of your shorts where she can see the outline of your bulge, and that's enough to give her the confidence to go over to you and ask you to her room after the party.

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[ameliora-j]

— twisted tuesday! 𐐪𐑂

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hi hi angels!! so as you know, i’ve wanted to have a “thing” on my blog for a while. i tried saturday brunch and well… that clearly didn’t work lmao. so now allow me to introduce you to: twisted tuesday!

every tuesday you can send in dark!au concepts for any of the people that i write for and i’ll write little baby blurbs and drabbles for them! this can be any person or genre—angst, fluff, or smut—but all dark au’s!!

some au examples:

𐐪𐑂 bully!

𐐪𐑂 perv!

𐐪𐑂 stepbro/dad!

𐐪𐑂 stepsis/mom!

𐐪𐑂 stalker!

𐐪𐑂 therapist!

or any otherwise dark au or concept!! <3 please refer to my boundaries and who i write for before requesting!!

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@bellatrixscurls @oliverwoodmarrymepls @nevsluvr @dr4cking @cherrystrees @lonelyhe4rts @prsfphone @sunshinemunchkin @chissmalfoy @rafesmuse @canumoveurseatup-no @roonilwazlibimagines @hellfireclub-at-thebau @erosso @fr3dslut @indouloureux @fallinggstarss

[red-doll-face]

OOOOO just read the new chapter of snow angel cos im been so super busy (still in the middle of writing ur req im so sorry)

the chapter was so good!! I LOOVE IT SO MUCHH and they way u portray arthur is so super yummy oh em gee like im so super excited to see where it goes from here

Aw, I’m sorry you’ve been busy, honestly me too and I hate being busy LMAO I just wanna lay around at home and write 🥲🥲 the way you wrote my request was so beautiful 💓💓 I LOVED IT 🥰

Thank you so much I’m in love with you 🫣🫣🫣😳😳😳 im so glad you think snow angel Arthur is yummy 🫶🫶🫶🥰 the plans right now are to experiment writing from Arthur’s perspective, we’ll see if I like my take on that enough to include it in the story it just as an extra fun time blurb 😔😔

Tysm I’m always happy to see you in the inbox queen 😳💕💕🌸🌸

[starlightsearches]

Aaaaand maybe track 11, with Eddie? I’d choose a love song for him, but I really am curious as to what you’d do with this song…..eheh….ya know it, fave song is Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo 😅❤️❤️❤️

All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go

Track 11 - Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen: Pick a character and tell me your favorite song, and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons based on it.

Kas! Eddie x GN! Reader

thank you, irma! i'd never listened to dead man's party before, but it fucking SLAPS. i hope you like what i made for you 🥰

📼✨ mixtape milestone ✨📼 requests open through march 1st

Warnings: drinking, puking, ANGST, talk of death and mourning, making out, blood sucking for the sluts uwu, language, a very open ending

Your hand is getting cold.

You let your eyes wander down briefly, stopping when you spy the cause. There's punch spilling over the edge of your cup, trickling down your hand and leaving a sticky red stain behind.

Your mind's been on the run all night—or at least after the last four drinks—always looking for something simple to focus on but never staying long.

The sweaty condensation dripping down the windows. The thumping base traveling from the dance floor. And now the way the punch shines like blood against your skin in the spooky lights Steve spent the afternoon hanging.

"Hey, hey, hey."

A big hand covers your own, reaching for the cup, and you pull it back on instinct, trying to place the pretty brown eyes.

Steve. Of course. Speak of the devil.

He looks handsome, and very Harrison Ford-esque in the vest you found together at the costume shop. The costume fits him better than the Leia dress does you. In all the billowing white fabric, you look like a ghost every time you catch your own reflection.

So maybe that fits you fine. You hardly feel like you're here at all.

There's a crease between Steve's brows, and he reaches for the cup in your other hand. You pull back on instinct, sloshing punch in the other direction. It lands with a loud splat on the floor.

"I think you've had enough," he says softly.

Steve purses his lips, and you know he's holding back a whole slew of unhelpful phrases. You've heard them all—I know it's hard, but you have to try and enjoy yourself. Eddie wouldn't want you to be sad. He wouldn't want you to spend his favorite holiday crying into a pillow or blacked out on my couch. He'd want you to move on.

But Eddie's been dead for six months. So who gives a fuck what he would want.

You pull the cup to your lips, drink and drink and drink, letting the sweet sting burn any chance of tears from your eyes.

Steve only put this party together for your benefit. It was a nice gesture—going through the list of couple's costumes you and Eddie made together before, mashing the playlist of songs Eddie loved with ones people would actually want to dance to.

But you wish he hadn't. You wish he had let you wallow.

The empty cup crushes against Steve's waiting hand. You sway a little closer so he can hear you over the music.

"I'm gonna go dance."

There's a splash of guitar from the speakers, and you know it's one of your songs from the confused looks of everybody on the dance floor. Whatever. They get over it, swept up in the beat.

You let it take you, too, swinging around wildly, flailing with no concern how you look or who's watching. There was nobody around you wanted to impress anymore.

Eddie wouldn't care what you looked like anyway. He was a shit dancer.

Fuck.

The room is spinning. You're trying to keep with the beat, but there's the same lyrics, echoing over and over and over in your head.

dead man dead man dead man deadmandeadmandeadman. dead.

You're going to fucking puke.

Fighting through the crowd is like wading through a pool of bricks, which would still fucking suck if you were sober, and you are not. Catching on thrown back hands and angel wings, you stumble into the bathroom, just bending over in time to avoid vomiting a red stain down the front of your dress.

Your head has it's own heartbeat, pounding behind your eyes. You dip your cheek down to meet the cool porcelain.

There's no avoiding it. Hot tears spill over your face, plopping like raindrops into the basin. Fucking rock bottom, crying over your dead boyfriend on filthy toilet seat.

There's the sound of the door shutting and latching, just audible over your sobs. You lift your head, so dizzy and sad and hopeless it makes you angry.

"God," you're yelling, loud enough for it to echo off the tiles, "can't you see there's somebody fucking—"

He looks just like you remember him. And not in a good way.

The room already smells like sulfur, the way everything did down there—like sulfur and mold and fucking death. Eddie brought it with him. He brought it all. The holes in his hellfire shirt, scars peaking out of his collar, the mud and shit and blood staining his clothes.

He's got dark blue bags under his eyes, like bruises, cheeks sallow. Looking almost as tired as you feel. But he smiles, just the way he used to.

"Wow, sweetheart," —Eddie's voice is deep and gravelly as he kicks a boot up against the door, nodding back in the direction of the party— "this all for me?"

"Eddie."

That comes out as a sob, too.

He crosses the room in a few strides, a big hand at soft at your back, petting strands of hair off your sweaty forehead.

"Hey princess," he tries to smile, "long time no see."

Jesus. Your head's still spinning. You might puke again. It doesn't help that Eddie keeps going in and out of focus, like maybe you're dreaming this all up, the way his skin feels and the smell of him and the cute little curls in front of his ears.

"You were dead."

He huffs at you. "I think, technically, sweetheart, I still am."

He pulls one of your hands toward his chest, and there's nothing beneath it. No heartbeat. Just Eddie.

He doesn't expect it, the way you launch yourself at him, pulling him to floor. Eddie laughs, wraps his arms around you, his shaking lungs and the feel of his hands full of disbelief.

"I missed you."

You can tell he's missed you, too. He nods into your neck, hot breath on your skin.

"Why didn't you come back before?"

"Halloween seemed like a good time," he whispers, looking you in the eye, "wouldn't want to scare the neighbors."

His lips press tighter together. There's something he's not telling you. If you weren't so fucking high, you'd try to figure it out.

But you are fucking high—high out of your mind—and there's only one thing you want to do right now.

Eddie doesn't taste like death. He tastes like he used to, in the back of his van, in his bed or on the couch, his hands on you and his wandering lips, just bodies and kisses and nothing in between.

"Fuck, baby," he grunts, nipping at your ear, "you gotta be careful with me."

You shake your head. There's enough blood in him for the skin at his neck to turn a shade darker when you bite at it.

Eddie's hips shift against yours. He's breathing harder, although you're not sure where it goes, or what his lungs do with it once it's there.

"Can I- can I taste you, baby?"

"Mhmm."

It feels so good to be caught up in his arms again, you don't even notice the sting when his lips seal around your neck, the way his throat pulses with swallow after swallow. The groan he lets out is pained when he finally rips himself off of you.

Eddie cups your cheeks in both hands, thumbs petting at the left-over tears.

"Awww, baby. I don't think I should have done that."

You hardly hear him. Everything is fuzzy. You let your eyes fall closed, and the soft brush at your hairline could be his lips, or something you made up.

And then he's gone.

Steve's beside you when you lift your head again.

"Jesus, what the fuck happened to you? Robin found you on the floor and thought you were dead."

He's wiping at your neck with a cloth, or paper towel or something, and it hurts.

What did happen to you?

"I- I think I fell."

Steve hums, disapproving, cleaning the dripping blood from your neck, smoothing a bandage over the skin.

When you pull it off the next morning, all that's left of Eddie—or your vision of him—are two perfect little puncture wounds, and a few bruises in the shape of teeth.

[astrophileous]

ANYTHING with jealous Reid <33333

HI ANON ty for the request! I hope you'll like this one 🥰❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, profanities, jealous spencer, that's it rlly this is mainly just fluff 💞

This blurb has a part two.

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Supernovae had always been known for their extremely high temperature. Nearing the end of its life, a mature star would go through an explosion so stupendous, it would eject almost the entirety of its mass. During this stage of a star's life cycle, the core temperature of a star could potentially rise to be in the billions of degrees Fahrenheit, making it appropriate for a supernova to be credited as the hottest object ever known in the vast universe.

But as Spencer sat on the chair behind his desk, his fingers tapping impatiently on the surface, he was certain that not even the temperature of a supernova could rival the heat rising steadily inside his chest.

The flame raged unlike anything he had ever known. It flourished with every second Spencer spent staring at you from across the room. You were laughing at something your present company had said, and Spencer instinctively gripped the arm rest of his chair as the fire in his ribcage roared even wilder.

Spencer was on the edge of his seat, ready to prowl at any second, when a presence unexpectedly slid right next to him.

"What are you doing?" Emily Prentiss asked, perching herself on the edge of Spencer's desk without a care in the world.

"Nothing," the young man answered distractedly. "Can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you still had those ginger candies you shared with me last week?" Emily wondered as she began to rummage through his drawers. "Where do you keep it?"

Silently, Spencer opened his bottom drawer, pulling out a tin box where he stored the sweets Emily was looking for.

"You're an angel on earth, Dr. Reid." Emily grinned, popping a candy into her mouth. "Are you okay, by the way?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you've been throwing daggers at (Y/N) and Anderson for the past three minutes."

"I have not."

"Yes, you have."

"You're mistaken. Maybe you were just seeing things."

"Reid, you're literally glaring at them right now as we speak." At Emily's observation, Spencer begrudgingly tore his gaze away from the two people across the room. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Nothing's going on. I told you," Spencer insisted, his eyes once again returning towards the pair on the other side of the bullpen. "Hey, do you know how (Y/N) and Anderson became close like that?"

"Haven't they always been friendly?"

"Friendly? Yes. But not like... that." Spencer pressed his lips, trying to contain the scowl when he saw you grip Anderson's forearm as you beamed at the other agent. "Since when does (Y/N) laugh like that with him?"

Emily flicked her eyes repeatedly between yours and Spencer's face. A smirk emerged on her lips when understanding finally dawned on her. "Oh my God, you're jealous."

Spencer didn't think he ever whipped his head so fast in his entire life.

"You're jealous of Anderson. Holy shit, that makes so much sense! You're actually jealous."

"What are you talking about? I'm not—I'm not jealous!"

"Of course you are. Why else would you get so hostile at the mere sight of those two talking?"

"I was just... asking a question. I wanted to know why they suddenly seemed so close, that's all."

"Of course you did."

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Right. Of course you are." Emily snickered. She got up from his desk and started walking away, all the while belting out a ridiculously jesty song she obviously just made up, "Spencer is jealous. J-E-A-L-O-U-S! Spencer is jealous. J-E-A-L-O-U-S!"

The young Doctor frowned at Emily's teasing. He glanced towards where you had been standing only to see you sauntering towards his direction. Spencer automatically busied himself with the random papers on his desk, acting as if he had only noticed your presence as you sat down on your desk right across from his.

"Working hard, Doctor?" you quipped jubilantly, rearranging the case files on your desk as you hummed an unfamiliar tune under your breath.

"Something like that," Spencer replied, closing the documents he wasn't even reading as his full attention landed on you. "What did Anderson want?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. He was just asking if I was free this weekend, that's all."

Spencer unwittingly clenched his jaw at your reply. "What's this weekend?"

"A cricket game. Apparently, Grant has always been a big fan, so he was very excited when I told him I used to play back in college. Too bad I can't come to the game, though. I promised my mom I would visit her this weekend."

Spencer could merely nod at your explanation, pretending like his brain hadn't short-circuited when you referred to Agent Anderson with his first name. The fog in his head only started to dissipate when Derek called for the two of you from the bullpen doors, asking if any of you would like to join him for lunch.

"You coming, Doctor Reid?" you asked as you stood up from the chair, pocketing your phone and wallet in the process.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll be right there. You guys just go ahead."

You flashed him one last bright smile before skipping all the way towards where Derek was waiting. A sense of calm washed over him when he saw you glancing back, offering a small wave in his direction. Spencer could feel the smile blooming on his face before it was soon chased away by the sight of Anderson standing by the door, holding it open as you laughed gratefully at him.

Fuck it.

It looked like Emily was right after all.

[nottswitch]

Hi! I just wanted to pop in to say first congrats on 1K 💓 but omg the design and aesthetic of your milestone celebration is flawless and so impressive how fast you get blurbs out that are amazing! your writing is actually so amazing and I’ve loved readying everything of yours so far x

awww thank you sm angel, i feel so so warm reading this 🥰 i’m so glad you like the aesthetic, it’s something i pay close attention to. i think i have 5 more requests from my celebration and tons of prompt requests, but i’m just doing it whenever i feel like writing, which is so fun and keeps the inspo going!!

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How about reader and Buck first meeting after his first mission when she gives him a coffee before he goes into interrogation and its like love at first sight and then he sees her again just before the bike race and he teases her, asking her if she's going to cheer him on or something, just really Buck and reader falling in love

hello, sweetheart! 🥰 thank you for your request, sorry you had to wait so long. I won't ever promise again when I'll post because I don't think I've ever posted when I promised to lmao 😂😭 tomorrow I'm going to see Dune 2 and on Thursday I have uni classes so tbh most likely I'll post something new over the weekend but it is NOT a promise 😂

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

The men would come and go, you tried not to get too used to any of them because a huge majority would not get out of this war alive. You remembered a few important names and faces but you tried not to focus too much on the pilots. You were handing out coffee, giving them warm smiles to cheer them up. It felt more like being an actress than a waitress. However, you didn't complain. These boys needed a warm cup of coffee and a pretty girl's smile more than ever. And they actually deserved it after risking their lives.

Major Gale Cleven had just survived his first mission and he was emotionally numbed after experiencing things that his brain still wasn't able to comprehend. The odd numbness allowed him to function properly but he feared the moment when all those horrors would eventually explode and leave his heart a mess. So far, the adrenaline was slowly leaving his system and he was glad that he survived, being one of the boys waiting in line to get his cup of coffee before going to interrogation.

He extended his arm to take the cup of coffee from some woman's hand and he raised his head to take a look at her. And then he froze for a couple of seconds.

She was a pretty girl, of course. But it wasn't about that. It wasn't about her warm smile nor her eyes that seemed to sparkle. It wasn't about her liptick nor her jacket – tight in all the right places. It was the softness surrounding her like a halo. Something so gentle and sweet about her… contrasting with the horrors he had just witnessed and survived. She was like an angel greeting him back on earth after returning from hell.

"Major…?" you squinted your eyes, trying to make him focus again. "Your coffee, sir," you reminded him and he nodded, a little confused, before taking the cup and walking away.

You would never pay attention to him if he hadn't acted so oddly. Now he was one of the faces you wouldn't forget. And a very handsome face, too.

Whenever the boys would come up with an idea like a bike race, you tried to participate but you couldn't help the menacing feeling that lots of those smiling faces would soon end up shot, blown to pieces or burnt. The sound of their laughter filling the base sounded like an echo of the ghosts-to-be to you and it was making your heart ache each time.

You stood by the wall with your hands clasped behind your back. No one really paid attention to you or noticed you – usually the boys preferred to flirt with those girls who were all over them. They were easier to get and much more available. To save yourself from a heartbreak, you tried not to engage in such activities. It wasn't because you were heartless… quite the opposite. You'd grow attached too quickly.

One man was paying attenton to you, though. Buck was searching for you all over the room and he got sad and disappointed when he couldn't see you next to the laughing and teasing women that were flirting with other pilots. He almost gave up on his search and sighed but then he spotted you by the wall. Once again, he felt like there was a halo around your head as you stood there so shyly and innocently.

"Hello," he approached you and you looked up, surprised that someone actually paid attention to you. Then you smiled weakly at the sight of the odd Major who had been staring at you earlier. "Are you always a wallflower like that, miss?" he asked.

"Usually," you nodded. "Here, I mean, at the base, sir," you added. "I'm trying not to get too attached," you explained and then you went silent as your cheeks heated up. You felt stupid for saying this. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Well, I'm not dead yet," he teased with a smirk and it made you feel even worse with yourself.

He was right. You were treating them like walking corpses already. And that was not alright.

"I didn't mean it like that, sir…" you tried to deny.

"It's fine, I understand," he extended his hand. "And stop with the sir. Gale Cleven. Friends call me Buck."

"Hello, Major Cleven," you shook his hand. "My name is (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," your name sounded so nice when he was the one saying it… "I told you that friends call me Buck," he added.

"Buck…" you repeated and he blushed a little.

He was a handsome and stoic Major but there was something boyish about him, too, that made him adorable at times.

"Will you cheer on me during the race?" he asked, casually.

"Sure, Buck," you chuckled. "But you better win. I don't bet on losers."

"I know you don't," he nodded and you furrowed your brow.

"How so?"

"Well, you don't get to know any of the boys because you know they won't come back, am I right?" he asked, more seriously now, but he still didn't sound like he was thinking of you as of a bad person.

"It's not like that…" you stuttered a little. "It's not because I think of them as losers… I actually care a lot."

"I know, don't worry," he calmed you down and you sighed with relief. "But you said them. Am I not one of the pilots, (Y/N)?"

"Well, I know your name now, Buck," you shrugged your arms. "And as I said, I don't bet on losers. Now you just can't die," you smiled sadly.

"Buck!" Major Egan called for him.

"I have to go…" Buck pointed at his friend. "But hey, what do I get for winning?" he asked you before walking away.

"What about a dance?" you asked, shyly.

"A dance… Sounds alright," he winked at you and left you by the wall, feeling dizzy as your cheeks were burning.

Your knuckles were clenching on the railing as you were looking out for the planes in the sky. You had never done that before and some part of you hated Buck Cleven for making you care.

It was probably because of Janice. Janice had been one of the women working at the base. She had lost the pilot she had been in love during your first week working there. You would never forget what it had done to her. You had watched the whole thing and you had promised yourself to never care the same way Janice had.

But you hadn't loved Major Buck Cleven, you had barely known him. Still, if he died, you'd be devastated. You suddenly realized that you had already broken a promise made to your own self…

"They're back," someone pointed out at the planes.

You waited for them to announce that Buck was there, too. And when they did, you turned around to walk away. You didn't want to grow too attached and to care too much.

Meanwhile, Buck was jumping out of his plane and his eyes were searching for you. And then he spotted you, turning your back and going back inside. He felt a painful stinging in his heart. He hoped you'd greet him. Perhaps he was foolish to expect that. After all, there had been nothing between you two at all…

You were eating dinner alone by the table because you had been late and other girls had already finished their meals. Buck was about to take a seat next to Bucky but then he spotted you sitting alone and he sighed.

"I'll join you later," he patted Bucky's shoulder and took his plate over to your table.

"Hello," he started and you looked up. You sighed at the sight of him.

It wasn't that you didn't like him… You were starting to like him too much. And you didn't want that. Would he ever leave you alone…?

"Hello," you mumbled.

"I don't want to bother you," he started, "but I hoped you'd wait for me earlier that day…"

"I was too busy to go out, sorry," you lied and went back to eating.

"No, you were not. I saw you, actually, but you turned your back around and went back inside," he told you and tilted his head a little, visibly surprised that you lied so casually.

"Well, I saw you were alive. What else was I supposed to do? I went back inside quickly because I had a job to do," you shrugged your arms, quickly working on another lie.

"I'm sorry," Buck stood up and grabbed his plate. You looked up, confused, "I'm sorry, I mean it. I am clearly bothering you, I didn't mean to… I thought of us as friends. I'm sorry," he apologized once more and walked away.

You pretended that it didn't hurt you but you felt heartbroken. You were aware that his behaviour was your fault and he was such a gentleman about it, too… But you still remembered Janice.

You remembered her scratching the walls with her fingernails so hard and so much that her fingers bled. You remembered her screams at night and how most of her hair went grey in two days. You remembered when after a week of despair she suddenly went so quiet and weird… She wouldn't leave her bed, wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk. They took her away to some sort of mental institution, you had been told.

You didn't want to end up like Janice.

You didn't have to actually talk to Buck or spend time with him to fall in love with him, though. You had to admit to yourself – you had failed at your plan to not grow attached.

Major Cleven was all you could think of. When he was up in the air, you were going out of your mind. When you'd find out he was back safely, you felt like the happiest woman on earth. Handing him coffee was your favourite activity and you loved to watch him interact with his friends from afar. You loved how calm and brave he was, how handsome and reliable. Everyone could count on him and the boys clearly looked up to him.

At the same time, you felt awful for the way you had treated him. But every time you tried to walk up to him and talk about it, you were forgetting all the right words. It didn't help that he was avoiding you but every time your eyes accidentally met, he would look down sadly and awkwardly. He had to be hurt as well and you hated yourself for making him feel this way.

And now there was a party for one of the pilot's 25th successful mission. It was your first opportunity to dance ever since the promise you had made to Major Cleven before the bike race. And there he was, dancing with Meatball. It was an adorable sight but in many ways it made you sad, too. If he danced with another woman, it would hurt in a different way – less sad.

You stood up and took a deep breath in before approaching him. You had a sudden outburst of courage after drinking a few coctails and you decided to use it.

"Major Cleven," you started and he turned around with the dog in his arms. He raised his eyebrow at you. "I do believe I owe you a dance."

"Do you? Was I the one to win that race?" he asked. His voice wasn't harsh but it wasn't nice either.

"I don't remember," you admitted.

Buck put the dog back on the floor very carefully and scratched him behind his ear. Then he straightened himself and looked down at you in a way that took your breath away for a second.

"Yes, I do believe you owe me a dance," he extended his hand and you took it with a nod of your head.

The music was slow and in the beginning your dance was a little awkward and very silent. You weren't speaking to each other at all.

"There's been a misunderstanding," you finally spoke up and looked into his beautiful eyes.

"Sh, no need," he shushed you and shook his head. "I'm not that type of man. A woman doesn't have to explain herself when she rejects me."

"But I didn't reject you," you said and you cleared your throat. "I mean, I did. But not because I didn't like you."

"You did that not to get attached. I understand," he nodded. Yet, you felt his hands on your waist bringing you a little closer. "I understand… But I'm not saying it doesn't hurt."

"You see, yes, you're right. I did that not to get too attached but it didn't work. I got attached anyway," you confessed. "And every time you're up in the air, I'm going crazy. And if you don't go back one day, I'm going to die with you just like Janice did."

"Who's Janice?"

"A girl I've once known… Her man was a pilot and he died. Doesn't matter," you shook your head and the music stopped playing in that very moment. You and Buck stopped all the movement as well but you were still held by him and his face was inches away from yours.

When Buck moved his hand away from your waist, you almost felt sad about it. But then he brought it up to caress your cheek and you gave him a longing stare.

"We have a difficult mission tomorrow, I am not going to lie and make promises I cannot keep," he whispered. "Can I kiss you? I can't go down without ever kissing you."

"Yes, you can," you nodded and he closed the remaining distance between you two by joining your lips together. He was soft and gentle and he pulled you even closer as you put your arms on his shoulders and crosed them behind his head. The music started to play again with the next song and the couples around you began to dance again, giggling and looking at you two. You didn't care.

If he was to die tomorrow, you couldn't go on living without knowing how his lips tasted like.

"If I live to see and finish my 25th... Will you go out on a date with me?" he asked after breaking the kiss. You chuckled.

"If you still want me," you teased.

Buck fixed one of your hair strands gently with a soft smile.

"I wouldn't worry about that."

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[saberdeity]

angel, Tumblr is a whole ass MESS rn. Half the cm fandom are inactive or deactivated and the rest I never see :(

anyways i'd like a Hotchy beep beep

I'm sick and this blocked nose is not a vibe so I need to imagine soft hotch taking care of me 🥰

honestly Tumblr is just amazing at making me feel shittier than I already do, it's so sad the cm fandom is a great place to be sometimes :(

Hotchy Beep Beeps are my favourites 🥺

I'm sorry you're sick sweetie if there's anything I can do just drop me a message 🥺 I hope you like it 💗

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𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 》 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒆𝒓

(I couldn't resist putting the second gif in, it reminds me too much of him not too 🥺)

Aaron knew before you did that you were getting sick, as impossible as that sounds. Aaron always was known for making the impossible possible.

He always paid attention to you, every minute he could but for the last few days he'd been paying extra attention.

He'd make sure the heating was on the exact temperature you loved it at, he'd make sure to have a blanket near you at all times. The cupboard was full of your favourite snacks all the time, they never seemed to run out.

He's also gone to the trouble of helping you with your editing set up (I had to put this in angel because I just adore yours) making sure they lights were at the perfect hue and the space had that comforting snuggly feel but also enough room for him to sit to watch. He was always amazed by your talent with editing and creation, no one could compete with you in his eyes.

So when you woke up to the heavy feeling in the front of your head, the blocked nose and sinus' with a hint of the most unattractive cough you'd ever heard, you weren't surprised but you weren't happy at all.

It had taken you all day to get out of bed, the comfort of the extremely warm, Aaron smelling sheets were just impossible to get out of.

You sat at the kitchen table, your head in your hands as you tried desperately to rid yourself of the horrific headache you had by rubbing your temples but either a loud sneeze or the chesty cough would interrupt you.

Aaron arrived home a little earlier than usual, the case had been rough but concluded easier than normal and to say he was excited to get home to you was understatement

His eyes instantly soften when he sees the state you're in at the table, a hot cup of tea still sitting beside you untouched as your eyes were shut tightly.

"Oh honey" He whispers softly, making his way over and massaging your shoulders sweetly.

He takes his hand in yours, leading you carefully into the bathroom where he begins to run you a bath, making sure to put all your favourite scents and special hair products he knew you loved using.

whilst you laid peacefully in the bath, Aaron read to you your favourite book, his soft voice almost sending you to sleep before he began washing your hair for you, this man was a man of many talents but he was incredible at washing your hair, his huge hands honestly worked magic.

after that you were surprisingly hungry to which Aaron of course had already thought of. he'd already ordered your favourite take out and within a few minutes it had arrived. He always did have perfect time management skills.

He put on a movie, the movie you'd watched on your first date together, it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you.

By the time you'd eaten, you'd already snuggled yourself into Aaron, practically laying onto of him at this point as he wrapped you both in a blanket

You'd already told him millions of times you didn't want to get him sick but he insisted every time that it was worth it for you, and then of course he gave you the whole I'm too tough to get sick routine.

Aaron's arms gave you the sense of home, a sense of comfort that you could never get away from. You weren't complaining at all and the best part was you knew that no matter where you were, as long as Aaron was with you everything would be okay!

[imagine--if]

hiii 💚 can i request a hc/blurb with dano!riddler where his s/o has to get used to falling asleep with eddie practically smothering her with cuddles and kisses and sweet words - because i feel like that's something he can't help doing 🥺🥺

A/N: I so can because yes he can't help himself 😍

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluff and Eddie stuff, little bit suggestive hehe 🥰

• For starters, Edward just loves it when he finds you curled up in a sleepy heap on the couch, because he gets to gently scoop you up and take you to bed and it's just so heartwarming 💚

• He adores and obsesses over literally everything you do, so if you're tired and stuff, he will kind of try to calm it down a bit and make sure you can relax... but Edward usually falls asleep after you have first

• You'll be wrapped up tightly in his arms under the covers and his face will be right next to yours, cheek to cheek as he kisses your skin and mumbles and whispers sweet little praises as you doze off

• By this point you've most likely learnt to fall asleep with Ed doing that lol, it's a habit he likes and it won't change any time soon 🤗

• Sometimes it can get you flustered when he's a little too excited and the sounds of him breathing shakily and smooching you right in your ear is just- 😳💕

• I'm not even kidding when I say that at those times, when you're really tired, you'll have to be like, "Eddie, I love you, but I can't sleep with you moaning and whispering in my ear..." 😂😂

• But physical affection is one of the main ways Eddie shows his love for you, and at quiet, intimate times like the night, he finds himself in disbelief that you're really with him and his cruel riddle of a life is so much sweeter 🥺

• He'll be sure to tell you this too, but before you drift off to sleep, Edward will coo soft, comforting things like "Rest now, my angel, nothing can hurt you here, you're safe, I'll always protect you... I love you forever...!"

• Edward Nashton cannot sleep unless you're there beside him in bed, tucked up in his embrace peacefully

• He'll make sure you aren't overworking yourself late into the night and picks you up to take you to bed when it gets too late 😌

• Nights are one of the best parts of the day for him, and waking up to see your beautiful face in the morning is just as perfect 😇

• You've woken up a number of times to see him staring at you with a lovestruck smile on his face that would be kinda creepy if it wasn't, you know, Edward 😏

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"Eddie," You mumble sleepily, blinking up at him as he stares at you attentively with wide, adoring green eyes. The smile already on his lips tugs into a wider one at the nickname, and he nuzzles in closer, humming.

"Hmm?"

"I love you," you remind him with a slight laugh, and Edward grins giddily at your words, "but I can't really sleep when you're doing that really close and stuff..."

Ed giggles, glancing down bashfully before looking back up at you.

"Oh- no, I'm sorry," he coos earnestly, pressing another delicate kiss to your cheek. "I just can't help it sometimes, my love. You're so enchanting. And you look so beautiful when you're sleeping."

"So sleep with me," you smile, pulling his frame down to hug you properly, and he eagerly shifts to trap you in his arms, resting his head in the crook of your neck with a content sigh. "We can be beautiful together."

"No one will ever be as beautiful as you, my sweet angel," he whispers as he cradles you to his chest, and you relax into the cuddle with a lazy smile. "Good night."

"Night, Eddie."

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A/N: It’s been a while hasn’t it? Expect quite a few of these because I really made an entire pinterest board for these 💀

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alexademie with alexa’s gf*

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