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rebelssvy · 3 months ago

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babeeeeee you have me addicted to your roommates ushi x reader fic 😭 please make more with links 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 maybe a tsukki x reader 👀 okie but also love the size difference kink showing in your fic too 😭😘👌 absolutely delish girl thank you for blessing us

FUCK yes. god YES i can.

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tsukishima x reader ₊˚ෆ

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summary: you and tsuki are roomates, you go out to a party and he is just mean to you. so when you get home you embarrass him by going through his porn. smut, making out, twt links, squirting dirty talk all, male receiving head

twt links scattered in here. loved making this!!! request more babes.

of course you were overstepping. of course you had had a little to much to drink. but to be honest you were still fully aware of every move you had made tonight. it was all calculated.

you and your roommate tsukishima kei had found yourselfs at a party earlier that night. it was a friendly get together that turned into more of a party the longer it went on. sure you took some shots. but all of that was hours ago.

during the party you had been flirting with some of kei’s teammates. it was nothing bad of course. it was all far play. the music was bumping and the lights were flashing. truly it had turned into a house party. it wasn’t until tsuki had pulled you aside that your mood really flipped.

he could be cruel sometimes. a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, but he was also caring. in this moment all the lines were blurred.

whispering in your ear he spoke the words. “stop putting yourself out there your just going to embarrass yourself..” you gasped, pushed him back and left. like any sane person would. you ordered and uber walking out of the apartment complex and arrived at your shared apartment within minutes.

instead of wallowing in your pain, you created a master plan. one that was going to embarrass him so much that he would have no choice then apologize to you. you were quick to your room, changing into skimpy pjs and lacey under garments.

sure his comment hurt. but it hurt more coming from him. you liked him. after sharing an apartment with him for so long you two would laugh after his snarky comments. hitting him and telling him to treat you better in which he would reply, ‘yes y/n…’. so why did he pull you away tonight and degrade you? did he have a problem with you flirting? maybe..

shortly after you changed the locks to your home unlocked and he walked in. with his timing it seems like right after you left, he said goodbye to everyone and followed you shortly after.

“how did you get home?” he asked, taking off his hoodie and hanging it up. then proceeding to take his belongings out of his pant pockets.

then and there is struck you. your master plan.

you walked over to him, making sure you didn’t rush to fast, but just quick enough to close in on him. “took an uber..” you spoke quietly. almost to a whisper.

“huh? you what? why are you being so quiet..?” he asked tone slightly annoyed. hook, line, sinker. you had riled him up just enough.

“oh i don’t know…” you said now right next to him, back against the counter top. he stood above you. eyes linked with yours. he was obviously looking at all of you. all of you. he tilted his head to the side waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“maybe.. it’s because..” you had to sly about this. reaching behind you in a very smooth motion, you grabbed his phone into your hand. praying he didn’t notice until you had it firmly in your grasp.

“-because you made me feel stupid..!” you said sharp and bluntly pushing him on the chest with your open hand before taking quick strides back to your room. it was too late for him to realize what you had.

you were already at your door when he started “y/n! give me my phone back!” stumbling after you, you shut the door in his face. locking it quickly. he was right on the other side of the door. his knocks turned into pounds. then shortly he gave in.

“what did i do y/n… fuck- please i’m sorry just open the door.” he said pleading to you.

“no tsuki. you embarrassed me. you said i was trying to hard and i was going to embarrass myself. so now… im gonna embarrass you.” you said while a smile on your face. your mission was simple, find somthing so embarrassing that he wanted to cry, give his phone back. and he would apologize. simple.

you knew his password. of course you knew his password, when unlocking his phone he spoke again on the other side of the door. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t know what i was thinking…” he said softly. it was sincere, but you were going to let this end that quickly.

you searched through his phone, going to his camera roll you looked for embarrassing photos of him in his pre-teens or maybe even as a kid. but the only thing you could find were younger pictures of him and he was adorable. this wasn’t going to work, you needed somthing better.

and there is was, your knight in shining armor. an app with a big white X on it. you knew you could find somthing on twitter right? ever guy had somthing on there… so he should right..?

before opening the app you decided to toy with him. just to make this whole thing more painful for him. “whatcha got on twitter kei? anything you want to tell me before i go through it?” you spoke with a joyful voice.

“god. y/n please don’t oh my god. i’m sorry. just don’t go into that app.” he pleaded more miserable then ever. that was your goal anyways.

“sorry i’m gonna do it anyways!” you laughed. and just like that you clicked into it. it had to be here somewhere… you thought.

like a beacon in the night, the likes tab revealed all. scrolling through countless videos of porn. something inside you shifted. maybe it was the way you heard him whisper “fuckk..” behind the door. or maybe it was that you had a full visual gallery of all his kinks. but you were growing needy, and it was clear to you.

you paused on certain videos, watching them longer than others. like the way this girl took her bfs cock down her throat and the way she was all tied up. it made you think about kei doing that to you. god! what were you thinking!

mindlessly you rubbed your legs together. the sound of him behind the door made your brain go fuzzy. “y/n just stop.. please..” he whispered. you couldn’t stop. you scrolled to the next one.

the next video was of a girl get railed right next to a pc monotor. her hands scrambled over the key board as she took rough back shots. your mind flashed to the set up kei had in his room. your mind flashed to him pounding into your cunt infront of his game. you having to be al’ quiet because the mic is still on. fuck. why were you thinking this. you forced yourself to remember you were still mad at him.

the next one a girl spread her legs in a public bathroom, forced to be quiet as her partner finger fucked her. spitting on her cunt. kei would be good with his fingers, is he seriously into the whole public thing? god seriously what is wrong with you! the need for him to do stuff to you was too much. your lust was replacing every emotion you had in you.

the last one really sent you over the edge. a video of a girl getting pounded, it is only about 30 seconds. and the entire 30 seconds is of her getting fucked through her orgasm. she soaks the camera with her liquid and is moaning through the whole thing. it was too much for you.

opening the door you met face to face with a deranged tsukishima. blushed and flushed his hair was a mess and his eyebrows furrowed with anxiety. there was something else though, the way his eyes were halfly litted and the way he looked down at you were your gaze met his. you needed him. and maybe, just maybe… he needed you too.

“tsuki…” you called his name out, bringing the phone up to his chest before taking it back into your hands and unlocking it. he didn’t say a word the whole time. “i’ve never squirted before…” you admitted before showing him the video. he recognized it. it was one he watched often.

“fuck.. y/n… what do you want. i’m sorry seriously. but… is this just a game to you? to get back at me?” he asked while taking his phone back. through it into his pant pocket.

“no.. it’s just… fuck tsuki-“ you cut yourself off. to afraid to cross that line. your gaze dropped to the ground. but somthing else caught your eye. his cock was prominent in his pants. it was big from the looks of it.

“tell me what you want.” his voice rang iut in the silence. confidence surged through your body. lust was overcoming every other emotion you had. any clear thought was gone.

“i want you to fuck me kei..!” it was music to his ears. before you knew it his body crashed into yours. he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a deep kiss. you moaned into his mouth. your noises made you embarrassed.

“fuck i love that… keep moaning for me please” he begged, almost reading your mind.

your back crashed into the wall next to your door frame. his hands traveled up and down your figure. your lips worked against each other. both of you needing more.

without second thought you broke the kiss and dropped to your knees. you really weren’t one for giving head, but for him…. you would do anything.

“y/n.. you don’t have to..” he said sincerely. you shook your head no, before freeing his cock from his pants and underwear. pulling them all down at once. it was beautiful. on the longer side, with a little girth. his balls were smaller. his tip was a nude pink. and fuck- your mouth drooled.

licking the tip, but a little. he groaned, hands flying to your hair, pulling it out of the way. you then licked all of it. before taking it into your mouth. back and fourth you bobbed your head. saliva slipping out of your mouth.

you gaged once or twice but it was short lived before he was pulling you to your feet and into his arms. lifting you up off the ground he mumbled the words “need more..” before making his way to his room.

gently resting you on the bed he stripped you of your clothing. making fast work of anything you had on, which already wasn’t much. your legs were closed before he pried them open. back flat on his bed, legs spread for him to see. you leaked on to his sheets. your wetness already overwhelming. his mind went silly.

“let me…” he said bringing his hand to your cunt. he sat infront of you on the bed, slightly angled but only to see your sopping pussy at full view. you moaned when he touched your folds. curling your clit your back arched off the bed.

it wasn’t until you lifted your hips into the air that he plunged one of his slender fingers into you. “fuck~ kei-!” you moaned out. your words were his motivation. he finger fucked you with grace. until he added a second one and you were squirming all around the place.

“fuck that too much for you baby?” he toyed. you clenched down on his fingers, enticed by is words. “you like that? you like when i fuck with you huh?” butterflies filled your stomach. he was too much.

“i need… you kei please please gimmie your cock..!” you moaned out, reaching for his length. only to grab his thigh and claw at it. searching for more.

“i’ll give you more baby…” he said while flipping you around. moving both your bodies in harmony while he kissed you with heat. you moaned into his mouth until you two broke for the position change.

it was in no time that he had you all stretched out around his long length. you were al spread for him. him underneath you, your back against his chest. his words rang out in your ears.

“knew you would like this position. been thinking about doing this to you al night. can’t fucking run away from his cock baby…” he fucked his dick into you. you were lacking of control. the only thing you could do was bounce on it.

“fucking been thinking of fuckin you like this for ages. getting to whisper in your ear and play with your clit….” his hand came in contact with your sensitive little bud. you started seeing stars.

“didn’t know you would be such a slut for my dirty words.. huh baby you like that?” he slaped your cunt. your back spasmed and you moaned out. you were going to cum. it was too late to even say anything your overwhelming sensation approaching too fast.

“cum on it.” he spat out. he knew you were gonna cum. and yet he kept fucking you. his long hard cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. his balls smacking against your skin. his groans behind your ear. fuck.

white liquid rushed out of you. tsukishima quickly rushed to rub harshly into your clit.

“fuck! ah-! kei fuck! ah~ i can’t-! stop!” your words were rushed, staggered and stuttering you grabbed onto his wrist to stop.

finally when no more seemed to come out of you he stopped his motion and set you down. laying you beside him. all your energy you once had was gone.

“see, now you can say you have squirted.” he laughed from beside you.

he was right.

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chaussetteblanche · 7 months ago

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and they were roommates pt. 3

pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : life on campus with a killer on the loose, the FBI makes an arrest word count : 2k warning : canon-typical violence, swear words (one use of the f-word) A/N : thank you so so much for all the love on this story !!! I'm so glad you all enjoy it <333 I'll probably do a part 4, it may be the last part, idk yet :)

part 1, part 2, part 4

"Spencer, I realise your concern, but lots of women look somewhat like this." It wasn't lost on Spencer what Hotch was trying to do by calling by his first name. "Hotch, she- she could be right next to them. She fits his type right down to the colour of her eyes!" "Spencer, man, you need to think rationally." Derek placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "Lots of women have that hair colour and length, it's in style right now, right Emily?" "Yeah, definitely." "Look, I just- I need to make a call."

When Spencer had called you sometime in the evening, you'd been expecting him to tell you he was going to come home late and to not wait up for him. What you weren't expecting was for his voice to be the most serious and stern you'd ever heard it. "Don't go outside until I come home, okay?" He knew it was entirely irrational. The unsub only took women in broad daylight, you weren't facing any more risks than usual. But he couldn't take a chance. Not with this. Not with you. "What? Why?" "Just- I'll explain everything when I come home, I'll be there in a couple hours, but please, don't leave the apartment. And make sure everything is locked." "Spencer, what's going on?" "Can you just-" He paused, forcing himself to remain calm. "Look, do as I say, please. I'll explain everything later, I promise." You hesitated for a moment. Luckily for you, you weren't working at the bar tonight. Luckily for Spencer, you liked him enough to indulge him. "Okay." "Thank you."

"Oh my God, no, absolutely not!" "Y/N, it's for your safety, don't you understand that?!" "My safety? What about my life?"

This was the first real fight you'd ever had. You'd had disagreements, of course, he didn't like you leaving your empty cups and glasses all over the place. You told him off for waking you in the morning by making too much noise. Sometimes you'd get jealous if Geoffrey slept in Spencer's bed rather than yours. Yes, you'd had your fair share of arguments, but none quite like this.

"I'm not asking you to give up your life, you're being totally-" You scoffed loudly, interrupting him. "Spencer, you might as well! Do you realise what you're suggesting I do? You want me to give up on going outside, not go to any of my classes, not see any of my friends, not go to work, don't you see what bullshit that is? It's putting a cross on my social life, my education and my work!" You gesticulated angrily as you speak, feeling heat rising to your face. "I already told you, it's for your own safety." He sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He wasn't even looking at you. A tiny, tiny piece of you wanted to slap him. "I will not stop living my life because some psycho thinks it's fun to kill innocent girls! I won't!" You crossed your arms over your chest and resisted the urge to stomp your foot.

"You're being incredibly childish right now." You hated how he managed to stay calm. You wanted him to get just as angry as you were, livid even. It wasn't fair that you were the only one getting upset. "Are you making all the girls who look like me give up everything for the sake of their safety?" Your tone was mocking and mean but you didn't have it in you to care at the moment. He met your eyes at last, lips turned downwards into a frown. Finally, some sort of emotion. "Don't do that, Y/N," he warned in a low voice. "No, I think it's a valid question. Is your boss making an announcement to the press that all the girls in Mary Washington University who look like the three last girls should stay inside? Is he?" you pushed. Spencer looked away from you again, shaking his head in disbelief at your attitude. "No, he isn't."

"Then why do you expect me to do that?!" You threw your hands in the air, beyond frustrated. For a logical person, Spencer's behaviour wasn't making any sense at the moment. "I don't expect you to do it. I want you to do it, I need you to do it." You could feel his calm facade breaking, piece by piece. "Why, Spencer, fucking why?!" "Because!" He finally exploded, jumping to his feet and slapping his palms onto the table. You didn't jump. "Because it's you, Y/N! I can't work this case if I know you're in danger every single day! If I know yours could be the next dead body students ogle at on the university's front lawn! If I know it's your picture they're going to hang up next to the other victims! I just can't do it!"

Oh.

You let yourself fall down on the couch, running your hands over your face. You were both stepping into uncharted territory. You'd tip-toed this line before but had never crossed it yet. And this was not the way to do it. You were not going to cross the border from friendship into something more by screaming at each other. Spencer seemed to read your silence as distress.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." He softly trudged over to the couch and sat down next to you. "No, it's okay, I- I kind of wanted you to. I'm sorry for getting so upset." You take his hand in your lap and intertwine your fingers. "I understand, I'm asking too much of you, it's selfish." He gives your hand a squeeze. "I just can't stand the thought of anything happening to you." You sit in silence for a little while, processing.

"I just can't hide while I wait for other girls to be killed, Spencer, it wouldn't be fair." Sometimes, Spencer hated how good of a person you were. If your morals and personal ethics were some of the things he liked about you the most, he couldn't help but curse them in this moment. "I don't care about fair," he mumbled, hating how puerile he sounded. You cooed and laid your head on his shoulder. "I know, I'm sorry."

"I won't promise you anything, but I'll try to always be with someone around campus. I'm usually with my friends anyway. And I can share my location with you all the time if that's reassuring for you." "I'd like that, thank you. And... what about when you're at work?" "I can ask Paul to walk me to my car." Paul was the manager at the bar you worked at, Quantequila. His past was a mysterious blend of prison, MMA fighting and crochet clubs. He liked you plenty and you knew he wouldn't mind walking you to your car for a while. "Thank you."

Over the next week, you did just that. Many students started moving in groups and avoiding being alone at all costs after the FBI released the profile and the pictures of the last victims.

"We're looking for a local white man, early twenties. He may have moved here a year ago, we figure he's either in his first year of BA or MA. This is someone you don't notice, he's shy and introverted, he doesn't participate in class and he won't talk to people if he can help it, especially not women. This man is a loner and does his best to be invisible. We think he stalks his victims for a while before attacking them, so if you start seeing someone you've never seen before in strange places, please notify us. My name is Aaron Hotchner and you'll find the hotline on the screen you're watching this on."

You always had at least two friends with you whenever you were roaming about on campus. Though no one really spoke about the situation, the energy had changed. People were becoming tense and suspicious. Friends were fighting over who should accompany who, when and where. A place which had once gathered so many motivated and joyous students now had those very people looking over their shoulder.

You hated it.

Truly, you didn't want to underestimate this killer, but you were getting tired of it all. You'd wish the BAU would just catch him, but, as Spencer had explained to you multiple times, they had incredibly little to go on. What you knew without him telling you was that they needed another victim to predict his next move. Still, you were a person who appreciated alone time and you had gotten none in the last 10 days. So, when two of your friends who were supposed to walk with you from your class to the subway bailed on you, you weren't that upset.

You put your headphones on, listening to your favourite song of the moment and started walking. You had a tendency of getting lost in your thoughts and didn't notice the sound of heavy footsteps following your own over your music. What you did notice though, was the reflection of someone walking close behind you in a cafe window. You looked over your shoulder, frowning. The sun was in your eyes, blocking your vision, but you managed to perceive an average-sized man with long-ish black hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. Not thinking too much of it, you continued on your way.

You didn't think too much of it when you saw him sitting a few tables away from you when you were studying one afternoon at the library. You were captivated by the Middle English poem under your eyes, wondering what the author had meant with the particular use of the kenning "earth-cave". When you looked up and caught his eyes, cold and unnerving, you didn't overthink it. There were some weird people on campus. Who were you to judge?

When you saw him at your grocery store, though, that was when you started worrying. You were picking up a box of After-Eights for Spencer when you saw him looking at oatmeal raisin biscuits. What really tipped you off was that no one really liked those, so he must have been pretending to look occupied. A chill ran down your spine as all the other places you'd spotted him came back to you. Your lecture hall, the cafeteria, sitting in the lawn under a tree, the main hall,...

You decided that the next time you would see him, you'd tell Spencer. You didn't want him to worry if this turned out to be nothing. Maybe the man was just an exchange student? Or had joined during the academic year?

Two days later, the FBI made an arrest. A man named Ben Colton fitted the profile exactly. In his dorm room, they'd found pictures of women who looked exactly like the last victims and of resembling women on campus, you were part of them. You didn't know that, Spencer had felt you didn't need to be aware of that specific detail. The only problem was that the BAU had no physical evidence tying him to the crimes yet. The arrest had been sanctioned by higher authorities while physical proof was searched for. Police dogs and officers had been tearing through all of his possessions while Garcia had gone through his entire online life. Nothing tying him to the murders had been found.

The general public knew nothing of this, of course. To them, someone getting arrested meant they could go on with their usual lives. The man you'd been seeing left and right had left your mind entirely as you celebrated your regained freedom with your friends.

Of course, Spencer had warned you. They were 99% sure this was the unsub, they just needed the evidence. That didn't eliminate the 1% chance it wasn't him. But 99% chances were good enough for you. You trusted the BAU. Specifically, you trusted Spencer. With your life.

So you started living your life normally again. You left for class a little later because you didn't need to walk with your other friends. You stopped sharing your location with Spencer. You put the volume of your music higher again. You started leaving your pepper spray at home. You started texting while walking again.

Needless to say, you were wholly unprepared for the violent blow to your head as you walked to class one morning. How ironic, you thought as you blacked out, that Mary Goldman had probably experienced the same thing exactly two weeks prior.

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pillowkissed · 3 months ago

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SPENCER REID.ᐟㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ୨ৎ REC LIST ONE

a little list of my favorite stories ୨ৎ remember to be kind, reblog, and support the wonderful authors who share their magic with us.ᐟ

NOTE ಇ. none of these stories belong to me ♡ if you’d like your fic removed, just send me a message, and i’ll take care of it!

puzzling by @pathologicalreid

⁀➴༯ trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

REVIEW ୨ৎ omg this??? this is the softest, sweetest thing ever. like. the crossword puzzle reveal???? genius. i loved the idea! spencer being all worried and clueless and then putting it together in the middle of the night like the nerdy genius he is??? perfect. the teasing. the love. the domesticeness (not even a word ugh). i adored it; lost it in a stupid tumblr refresh but so happy i found it again

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be so stupid by @mariasont

⁀➴༯ you make a mistake while on a case nearly getting spencer killed, morgan has some choice words and spencer is ready to beat his ass over it

REVIEW ୨ৎ ohhh this is so good. the way you showed all the feelings she was going through?? the way spencer is just so soft but also ready to throw hands for her?? perfection. i was grinning when he stormed off to confront morgan like yes king defend your girl!! and that last part?? the heartbeat moment?? actually kicking my feet. this was everything. thought about this so many times after reading it

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sparks fly by @avis-writeshq

⁀➴༯ "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

REVIEW ୨ৎ omg this is literally the best spencer series! avis you broke my heart, healed it, broke it again, healed....so many times. i still remember reading this when i was a ghost reader and just absolutely falling in love with it. i think this is how i found your acc and we became mutuals ♡ but yes, forever one of the series i will find comfort it. it feels like home

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was i stupid to love you? by @incognit0slut

⁀➴༯ in which a lingering glance at rossi’s wedding threatens your engagement

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh this fic changed me. actually ruined my life a little bit. like i finished it and just sat there. staring. hollow inside. do you know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out and handed back to you in pieces??? because i do now. this was beautiful and painful and i will never recover. thanks

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devoted by @gf2bellamy

⁀➴༯ spencer sees you talking to a guy and he's jealous. what he doesn't know is that you're talking about him

REVIEW ୨ৎ this made my heart hurt in the best way. like. the kind of hurt where you just sit there staring at the screen after finishing, trying to process your emotions. the jealousy? the soft, sleepy confessions??? i am unwell. spencer being all worried but then melting when he realizes you were talking about him the whole time???? this fic grabbed me by the heart and did not let go. i need to lie down

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caught by @/gf2bellamy

⁀➴༯ hotch gives you a call to inform you that you have a case and to bring spencer. the problem? you haven't announced your relationship to anyone yet

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh my god. omg. this was going so soft and then suddenly oh shit. like one second it’s all warm and cozy and then bam spencer’s brain turns on and ruins everything. the way they both just freeze when they realize hotch knows??? yeah. i laughed. and spencer just casually calculating the exact time they can be late without dying??? he’s insane i love him. this was so cute i’m kicking my feet but also stressed. perfect

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mistake by @/gf2bellamy

⁀➴༯ spencer overhears you and derek talking and he misunderstands your conversation, causing him to distance himself from you

REVIEW ୨ৎ this hurt so bad. like spencer just pulling away and you not knowing why??? and then when he finally realizes he was wrong??? the angst. the ache. i wanted to shake him and hug him at the same time. 10/10 i am in pain

lucky by @reidmarieprentiss

⁀➴༯ you encourage penelope to go on a date, which ends in tragedy. this event shakes the team, leading to conflict, particularly between you and spencer, who blames her for what happened

REVIEW ୨ৎ this fic ruined me. like actually left me gasping for air, clutching my blanket, tears streaming down my face. i went in thinking i was just gonna read a little angst, maybe feel a little sad—but no no no. this was emotional devastation. the kind that settles in your chest and refuses to leave. the writing?? too good. the pain?? unbearable. i had to put my phone down multiple times just to remind myself they're gonna be happy at the end. and the worst part?? i’d read it again. immediately. because apparently, i like to suffer

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not her by @/reidmarieprentiss

⁀➴༯ you can't figure out why spencer doesn't like you, spencer doesn't know how to tell you it's not your fault

REVIEW ୨ৎ this fic tortured me so much. like i was just begging them to talk to each other. the misunderstandings?? unbearable. and then the forced proximity??? thanks to rossi for that—but i was suffering in real time. the slow, aching realization that they it's not her fault but your stupid sister's??? i actually think i forgot to breathe at one point. i yearn for this kind of angst only

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lost & found by @/reidmarieprentiss

⁀➴༯ you suffer memory loss after an accident, only remembering your sister, emily, and not your boyfriend, spencer

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh. oh this hurt. like actually physically hurt. but then also like healed me. the way spencer was right there and you didn’t remember him??? and emily being the only one you remembered??? yeah i was gone and came back to life and god said it was the best thing ever. and then slowly falling in love with him again, piece by piece, like your heart already knew him even if your mind didn’t?? yeah. i’m crying. actually sobbing. this rewired my brain chemistry

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emergency contact by @vanteguccir

⁀➴༯ where y/n is between life and death during a case, and the team needs to call her emergency contact, but she doesn't have one. not until now

REVIEW ୨ৎ oh this one hurt. like actually physically hurt. the moment they realized she didn’t have an emergency contact?? and spencer just knew he had to be the one?? yeah. that ruined me. but omg the confessions and the fluffiness at the end??? i need to go stare at a wall

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misunderstanding by @luveline

⁀➴༯ bombshell reader and spencer where there is a misunderstanding and she thinks he is cheating on her

REVIEW ୨ৎ this, jade??? this was so much. like. the panic. the way hotch is just there exactly how a friend should be. spencer being all clueless and sweet and making it so obvious he’d never do that to her??? devastating in the best way. the hug. the reassurance. the later because spencer gets it??? he understands that she needs time. yeah. this one is staying with me

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selfish by @appocalipse

⁀➴༯ someone sends you flowers at work. spencer hates it more than he likes to admit

REVIEW ୨ৎ this was absolutely beautiful, amy, oh my god. the tension, the unspoken feelings, the way they both know but dance around it—ugh, perfection. spencer knowing her favorite flowers?? the selfish line?? my heart physically ached. and that kiss?? so soft, i could cry. i’m in love with this

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strandedtoodeep · 6 months ago

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Poolverine fics rec' ✨

Yes, FINALLY.

So, basically what the title said: some poolverine's fics recommendation because i have 150+ bookmarks and sharing is caring so let's go!

I'll put title, link, tag the author (if they are on tumblr), numbers of words & chapters and probably silly summary or thoughts

I'll be adding some in the future with a red exclamation❗

The ones without smut have a bunny emoji 🐰

My faves are on top

If you have some recs i'm happy to take them thank you 🤲

Faves

Come Hell or High Water by @farmhandler 84k, 11 ch. || love when a fic take mental health seriously and talk about it in a way that feel so right? (bonus the smut is *chef's kiss*

Promise Me We'll Be Back In Time by @back4destiel 108k, 17 ch. || 50 First Dates was one of my favorite movie when i was a preteen (yeah) so this fic fill me with nostalgia and happiness

where soul meets body by @edgebug 33k, 3 ch. || one of my first poolverine's fic and it sets the bar so HIGH (and tbh i cried so much reading it, it's concerning)

silence is what i do best (but still i hear it all) by @cainroses 25k, 3 ch. || feral! logan is very dear to me and the character's voices in it?? absolutely delightful (beware the smut is very good but spicy)

Until you get sick of me, honestly by @3koboldsinahoodie 151k, 27ch. (on going) || i love it so much i want to forget it and discovers it again, the peak of two idiots in love it's beautiful

whoever makes my baby cry (is gonna lose some teeth tonight) by @wickedscribbles 16k, 4 ch. || love some genderplay, bottom and protective logan, my dear, i love it but most importantly the writings is scrumptious

The Void by @rovingotter 115k, 23 ch. || i'm still trying to process what i feel with this fic, please please read this blindly and i assure you, you'll never be the same

The Soundtrack by @greatsnakestintin 43k, 15 ch. (on going) || love a good road trip fic, love music so it's absolutely perfect for me! and the plot is so?? fascinating???

Kaleidoscope by Space_wanderer 79k, 14 ch. || CHAPPELL ROAN REFERENCE! when Logan is such a idiot Wade need to go get him AGAIN in his universe

Don't you want me to run? by @decaying-lover 89k, 26 ch. (on going) || if you love angst, this fic will serve you ANGST! love their dynamics, the tension, their voices, everything

❗Maximum Effort by ArtemisFAYZ012 168k, 33 ch. || OMG the plot?? the spicy spices?? the intimacy between Logan and Wade (AND Logan who falls so HARD for Wade)

On going

Somewhere I belong by @terrasilvershade 24k, 6ch. || another girls dad AU but this one, my god!!! the feels?? it's so interesting to see Logan being envious and it's writing so well

❗Do I Wanna Know by @slut-arc 13k, 5ch. || a 5+1 fic! It's cute and fluffy but also with sparkles of angst, and the ice skating scene??? didn't leave my mind for days ugh

Baby(girl) Don't Hurt Me by @peargreen-jellybean 16k, series with 4 works || 4 fics and i love them all! some good poolverine pining & domestic bliss + men in lingeries (my weakness)

❗Under Your Skin, Over the Moon by RatFlavored 5k, 2 ch. || first Soulmate AU i read for Poolverine and i love it??? So much??? think this trope is underrated ngl, and it's well written!

In Another Life by @flash-bastardd 32k, 10 ch. || x-men origins but better! (bc it's gay) i have some feelings with this movie but this fic healed me and i love it!

❗don't i give you what you need by @wickedscribbles 5k, 2 ch. || i cannot not put the new work of Wicked here, it's so good and the heartbreak??? the angst??? my heart bleed so much for them

call me when you’re ready to be real by @maroonmused 23k, 9 ch. || "and they were roommates" ofc like it's not absolutely obvious for EVERYONE except themself; a very good domestic bliss!

❗Echoes Through the Timeline by @piplover 64k, series with 4 works || i loved so many works in this series, specially the first and last one, break my heart and heal my soul

How To Pay For Rent 💸 by @fictionfeast 59k, 4 ch. || this fic feels like a fever dream, but a OH SO GOOD and well writing fever dream! (ngl as a french person Craig List scares me)

❗🐰 unhappy man syndrome by @gossippool 19k, 5 ch. || don't know if i'll recover from this fic, ever, but i'm so invested and it's pure whump all over (HUG FOR EVERYONE YALL)

❗Got My Mind Set On You by @buttsforabettertomorrow 23k, 4 ch. || Logan try so hard to be good and accepting in this one i love him so much lmao (and it confuses Wade so it's a double win)

🐰 Christmas in Canada by @thatoneartyishperson 7k, 3 ch. || listen, Halloween is still my favorite holidays but Poolverine AU Hallmark Christmas Movies ? URGH i'm here for it!!

❗back to the old house by @nico-di-angelol 71k, 8ch. || it's so interesting that i'm MAD at myself for not reading this earlier, yep it's THAT good! beware chap. 7 will break your heart

Synergy and Entropy by @artemis-pendragon 46k, 19 ch. || i was so sure that i'd put this fic here but no??? anyways, the hurt and angst in this fic are so astronomically good, so beware

❗🐰 Mr. Forgettable by @eliemo 40k, 7 ch. || okaaayy listen, this one make me cry every time i read it, idk how to explain why it feel so personal to me but it'll move you

🐰 make me into something sweet by @mothgardens 30k, 8 ch. || AU poolverine WITH MUSICAL CLASS? it's... it's beautiful! particularly love the dynamic between Logan and Wade in this one

❗knee deep in this thing called life by @secondbreakfastwizard 86k, 13 ch. || i'm so OBSESSED with this fic, autistic Logan is so dear to me (maybe bc i relate a lot) and these two are so stupidly in love

Complete

🐰 the dollhouse by @kanashikute 4k, OS || love the fluffiness in this fic, love how Logan accept to love, be loved and doesn't left Wade behind UGH they're so cute in this one!!!

❗Pavlov’s Dog by @panties-on-boys 18k, 11 ch. || this is the kind of fiction that obsesses me so much, and i don't even like perfume; it's the most smutty slow burn ever hehe

Girl Dads by @starburstsobsessions 40k, 16 ch. || AU poolverine's fic are fire and this one, THIS ONE, omg! this fic makes my dream (aka seeing dilf! logan) a reality

🐰 Glass Shards by greaserbabes 9k, 2 ch. || always love when Logan and Wade are SO STUPIDLY in love; ngl the scene with the glass shards make me cry every time

You Should Feel My Nature Too by sterlingstars 10k, OS || so uh, i love stripper! Wade okay? it's not really that with this one but it's as good AND wholesome (and spicy too) so yeah

🐰 The Folly Of Playing Gay Chicken Too Hard (Phrasing) by GayLord3000 3k, OS || the domestic fic where Wade is the stupid one, being so stupid in fact it's nearly cost him his relationship with Logan whoops

Love shot by lillygoeson 28k, 6ch. || another bartender! Logan one, but AU no powers AND with a good "twist" in the middle; this fic is so bittersweet and good oml

Don't Want To Be A Fool For You by @cuntylogan 96k, 5 ch. || bartender! Logan who try to fight his addiction (and slowly fall in love) has a special place in my heart, you go boy

❗🐰 This Old House by @twentyghosts 30k, 16 ch. || AU with patient! Wade and handyman! Logan, they fall in love, it's full of angst, fluff, hurt, and with a very cute ending

look at you by @weedwilson 3k, OS || yes it's shameless smut and mirror sex, my beloved... and I LOVE when Logan worshipping Wade this much bc he deserves it

❗🐰 Is It Casual Now? by @twilightkitkat 6k, OS || love this bc i have so many feelings about how the X-Men have treated Logan, i love seeing him stand up for himself **sob**

It's Just Chemistry by @farmhandler 37k, 5 ch. || in the same universe of Come Hell or High Water, there is so... so much angst but it's very good angst!!! still love this specific dynamic

🐰 We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by @nikaandtea 8k, OS || HOZIER REFERENCE! i'm still so happy when a fic talk about chronic pain combined with domestic bliss i'm totally sold

Night Terrors by educatedwish 50k, 13 ch. || love how Logan is written is this fic, how PTSD messed with his feelings in a serious way... my heart melt every time i read it

❗🐰 Relationship Advice by fir_forest 1k, OS || no but the idea of a fic like a relationship advice post on reddit??? i love this!! short, but sweet and very funny hehe

second nature to me now by @edgebug 36k, OS || a investigation in a gay club??? with my two idiots in love?? and with old gay Logan? i giggled so hard reading this, i LOVE IT

🐰 It Feels Like Home by @twentyghosts 10k, 6 ch. || one of my favorite trope is the 5+1 and this one... my god, right in the feels! so much fluffiness, coziness, it warm my heart

a loaded gun, can't contain this anymore (i'm all yours, i've got no control) by @obihoebikenobi 6k, OS || i have nothing to say other than read the tag hehe! but yeah love the concept, the smut is spicy (always like some focus on the claws)

🐰 stuck by the glue (oh and you) by prngslvr 3k, OS || a good rewriting of (some scenes) from DP&W, and one of my first fluff and non-smut fic that i read after watching the movie!

Let Me Get Back to You by RatFlavored 14k, 2 ch. || pls i want to read more fics with phone sex in it (i know it's specific) but in the meantime, this one is SO good (and full of feels too)

❗Heat of the Moment by @finelydressedspacemen 11k, 4 ch. || non traditional a/b/o my beloved!!! and it's always a little bit satisfying to see Scott mentioned (hehehe the drama)

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by signifier 10k, OS || i have a thing for time loop and this kind of fuckery, it's short but good and i love the title it make me chuckles

🐰 Take Me Through the Darkness to the Break of the Day by The_Colour_Yellow 17k, 10 ch. || a very good fic around hanahaki disease with my two favorites idiots??? sign me in! even with so much hurt and angst UGH

Oh, God, I Think I'm Fallin' by @slut-arc 15k, 5 ch. || the return of domestic poolverine and YES I KNOW but it's my weakness... and Logan is so emotionally constipated it's concerning

🐰 Little Reflection by @wickedscribbles 11k, 5ch. || poolverine + cute cat + Logan suffering from anxiety and i'm sold! because ofc Logan is a true and pure cat (and dog) dad

❗i bet we’d have really good come right on me, i mean camaraderie by @notesappwitch 31k, 2 ch. || bodyswap trope, love the character's voice bc it's so on point, very funny, a lot of emotions and the spicy scenes are perfect

the bucket list by @kanashikute 33k, 4 ch. || read this one, please, really, it's so bittersweet BUT i promise there's a good ending (and i cried so much while reading it)

🐰 he’s the headlights, I’m the deer by NatalieK 7k, OS || it's interesting to see Logan's losing his healing factor for once instead of Wade! and seeing Wade taking care of him, my heart

when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? by @slut-for-a-good-latte 5k, OS || one of my favorite thing with poolverine is psychic/quantum thingy bond because of the Time Ripper and this one DELIVERS!!

🐰 holding out for a hero by @splinnters 6k, 3 ch. || once again, i have a soft spot for Logan trusting Wade so much he called him when something is wrong and this, THIS is good

❗it's all in my head but i want nonfiction by @obihoebikenobi 21k, 3 ch. || Wade pinning x Logan perfectly happy in his relationship with his boyfriend who doesn't know he's his boyfriend it's perfect

🐰 I've got some color back (he thinks so too) by @mid13s 3k, OS || just a short fic with non-sexual intimacy because these two need comfort, hugs and a lot of affection (and the Hozier reference is chef's kiss)

who are you, really? by @edgebug 45k, 4 ch. || the sequel of where soul meets body and it's also an absolutely masterpiece! and still trying to process my feelings for this fic

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skaybrekker · 1 month ago

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no time to die.

Summary: you are a Resident at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital, one of the most loved ones and unfortunately, you went to the Pittfest. There, after the shooting, you helped a lot of people, even as you had been shot as well and once helps gets there, they take you to the Hospital, where a lot of people are worried about you.

Word count: 8.5k.

Warnings: gun violence, MEDICAL INACCURACIES I'm not a Medic nor a Medic Student everything I wrote was based on GOOGLE, angst, graphic description of bullets wounds, death (reader lives), violence, gore, hurt/comfort, fem!reader. English it's not my mother language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

Pairing: the pitt x reader!, no romantic relationship, all of it it's platonic.

“Please tell me that you being here means that my shift just ended.” You didn’t even let Dr. Robby say hi to you before you attacked him with a clear desperation to get the hell out of the ER.

It had been a tiring shift, with almost a broken record of OD’s. It wasn’t just physically exhaustion; it was also mentally tiredness. You had to tell three families about how their teens children had abused drugs so bad to the point where they couldn’t save them. It had been absolutely horrible and an experience you didn’t want to repeat.

Night Shifts had these things that could destroy you mentally if you didn’t know how to manage them. Day Shifts had its things as well, as everything, but between you and your own mind, the Nights had this adrenaline that ER Doctors were addicted to.

Dr. Ellis and Dr. Shen were both great companies, you loved sharing shifts with them. Dr. Shen and you shared this calmness on the ER that was not common in your job but that somehow, described so well your personalities. Dr. Abbott was usually drove mad over your easy behaviour in such stressful situations and you always told him that you had learnt this calmness from the best, aka, Dr. Robby.

You, just like Dr. Mohan, were a R3 Resident, one of the youngest in history; a prodigy it was what you were usually called, even if you didn’t like one bit that word. You liked to say that your brain just worked a bit faster than everyone’s else, that’s it.

As soon as you arrived at this Hospital, you took over everyone’s heart. All the people who worked here loved you, even Dr. Abbott, who was known for having a soft spot for you. After all, how couldn’t he, when you were the best of the best?

Since you were one of the youngest one, most of the Doctors and Nurses in the hospital had taken under their wing as their child, loving to care for you and to watch you become better and better on your job. You would be forever grateful for the family you had gain in the job. They were the most important people for you.

“You aren’t enjoying the pleasure of my company, Dr (Y/N)?” Dr. Abbott grumbled from Dana’s right, smirking and you huffed, while hearing how Dr. Robby let out a loud chuckle.

“My dear Dr. Abbott, your company it’s always a pleasure, but I really want to get the hell out of here.” Dr. Robby, always the serenest and kind one, put his hands in your shoulders, giving you a comforting smile.

“Yes, Dr. (Y/N), the fact that I just arrived means your shift just ended. Go home and relax, for I what I heard, you deserve it.” His words made your tense shoulders relax, and you let a sigh full of relief, while muttering ‘Thank Gods’.

“She won’t do much relaxing today, right dear?” Dana, quite literally the best nurse alive said, smiling playfully at you and you let a smile full of excitement form in your face.

“What?” Dr. Abbott frowned, glancing at you.

“I’m going to the Pittfest! My friend got us some last-minute tickets. Gods, I’m so fucking excited. Today is going to be fun.” You clapped your hands together, shrinking in happiness.

“Well, at least one of us is going to have fun today.” Dr. Langdon appeared out nowhere, winking an eye at you and you sticked you tongue in his direction.

“It’s that jealousy that I hear?” You raised your eyebrows at him, and he quickly laughed, shaking his head.

“Hell no. We will probably have tons of more fun here than in a fucking hippie festival.” It was a comment that probably should be treated in therapy since it might not be normal to have fun in an emergency ER, but this was how you all worked, addicted to the adrenaline of always having something to do.

“Rude.” You answered, lifting your middle finger and Dr. Langdon gasped, putting a hand in his chest and looking at Dr. Robby as if you had just killed somebody in front of him.

“Hostile environment at work. Do something!” You scoffed, but the one replying to him was Princess.

“Dr. Langdon, I’m sorry to be the one breaking the news, but Dr. (Y/N) here is clearly their favourite, they won’t do shit to her.” She said, smirking and that made you laugh loudly.

“So fucking unfair.” You heard how Dr. Langdon mumbled, making you hit him playfully in the arm.

“Alright, alright, I’ve heard enough, I’m getting out of here. Good luck with your shift, Dr. Robby, Dr. Langdon. Don’t miss me too much.” You turned around, finally determined to get out of here.

“We won’t!” You heard how Dr. Langdon replied to you, and you smiled, shaking your head.

You quickly put a hoodie on from your locker and grabbed the backpack you always brought, ready to get out of the hospital. Before you could really leave, though, Dr. Robby took you by the arm and you frowned at him. However, when you glanced at the four people in front of him, you realized that they were the new interns and R2 that had their first shift in this hospital.

“Alright guys, now, I want to present to you to Dr. (Y/N). Sadly, today the night shift got her, but let’s hope next time we are the ones blessed by her presence. She’s the nicest Doctor you will meet here, so, enjoy every case you will work with here.” You blushed a bit, smiling at the high praises from your superior, still not getting used to them and then you looked at the new people.

“Hello everyone! As Robby said, I’m Dr. (Y/N). If you need anything at any moment and we are sharing shifts, just look for me and I will help you. I hope you have a great time today. Good luck, I’m sure you will all do great. Believe me, I’m telling you from experience, you are in really good hands.” You smiled and to your satisfaction, you observed how most of them relaxed at your words, returning the smile. You had always liked having interns around, loving to teach them and to get those glazy looks in their eyes that they get every time they see something amazing.

Out of every Resident, you were the one who was usually follow around by the interns like puppies and Dr. Robby was usually really satisfied with the thing they said about you; it was probably a relief to have at least one Resident who honestly liked to teach.

You said goodbye once again and finally; you move out of the hospital.

Since it was pretty early, once you got home, you quickly throw yourself to bed to have some hours of sleep, setting an alarm for 1PM. You arranged with your friend to meet at your home around 2PM, since it was the closest one to the place where they were doing the festival, already ready to get on the move.

Once you woke up with the alarm, you felt well rested. Gods knew you needed those hours of sleep. After taking a quick warm shower, you started to get ready. Due to the fact that it was a calm festival, you went for some white jeans, a green shirt with some sprangle, a pair of Texans and some simple make up, with green details in the shadow of your eyes.

Since it usually became cold in the night, you decided to take with you an oversized hoodie and just when you were about to prepare a sandwich to eat, you heard how your friend knocked. Smiling, you went to get the door and as soon as you opened it, Alex threw herself at you, a loud pitched scream leaving her mouth. You snorted, catching her and whirling around for some seconds.

“YOU’RE READY?!” She asked (screamed), letting you go and jumping around the house, thing that made you shake your head in fond.

“Yes, just let me finish my sandwich and then we will go.”

A couple of hours later, you and Alex were walking through the festival, going from one scenario to the other one, laughing at some boys who were trying to get to the top of the big letters that formed the name of the festival while security was screaming to them to back down.

One moment, you were laughing with your friend.

A second later, you were falling to the ground, a blinding pain hitting your leg, while shots were fired everywhere.

For a moment, it was as everything was in slow motion. You blinked, harsh breaths leaving your mouth and a weird ringing sound beating your ears. Then, finally, reality washed your mind.

There was a shooter in the festival.

You were shoot.

Shit, shit, holy mother of Gods.

Panic filled your veins, your chest constricting at the honest fear. You could see people in throwing themselves to the ground, people falling down after being shoot, and you looked at your right, where Alex was and to your relief, you saw that she was also in the ground, but clearly unharmed. She was screaming your name, but you could barely hear it.

Then, you finally reacted.

“ALEX, WE HAVE TO LOOK FOR COVER!” You screamed, looking around frantically and the closest thing you had was a big can of trash. You pointed your finger at it and Alex quickly nodded, both of you starting to crawl. Once you were covered, you sat with your back against the trash ban, asserting your own wound.

The bulled had hit you in the right thigh. Since you couldn’t feel a hole in the other side, it meant that the bullet was still inside. Blood was quickly spitting out and you knew you had to act fast before the bleeding made you pass out or worse, go into shock. You had been applying pressure since you had sat dow but it was clearly not working, so, you needed another plan. The next step was quite obvious; you had to apply a tourniquet in yourself.

“Alex, I need you to apply pressure in the wound for some seconds.” You told your friend, who immediately nodded and put her hands in your wound. A blinding pain roamed through your body at the feeling of somebody touching your injury making you whimper, but you breathed in and out for some seconds and told yourself to suck it up.

The only thing you had on hand that might work was your shirt, so, you took it out, staying only with your sporty top. You ripped it into sheets, shaping it into some kind of strip and as quick as you could, you put it around the high part of your thigh, obviously below the hips but about two from three inches above the GSW. You knotted the shirt, and you breathed out, preparing yourself for the amount of pain you were about to feel.

It was alright, you could do it. Come on.

You tightened the knot and the scream that left your mouth was guttural. You felt how your eyes fluttered, the amount of pain you were in making you rave, however, you stubbornly forced yourself to stay awake, tightening the shirt even more with your shaky hands. Once you let go, you back fell into the bin since you didn’t have the strength to support your own weight anymore.

“(Y/N)?!” You heard how Alex screamed, and she took you by the cheeks, making you see the panic state she was in.

Your heart was trumping loudly against your chest, tears rounding around your eyes. The pain was unbearable, as if something was constantly sticking a knife through your thigh and you throwed your head back, almost whitening out. You wanted it to stop, stop, stop, but the pain kept going and going. God.

“Did the bleeding stop?” You muttered weakly, blinking at your friend and she froze for some seconds until she reacted, jerking her head around to watch your wound. To your pure relief, she looked back at you and nodded. “Good, good, then I will be fine, Alex. Don’t worry.”

Alex was shaking, kneeling and not knowing what to do, since she was a Graphic Designer, not a fucking Doctor or anything like it. Looking at you being in such a pain probably wasn’t easy either, so, you tried to suck it up as much as you could, wiping the tears with your shaking hands.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You whispered, your voice fragile. Alex’s look stuck frozen on you, as if she couldn’t believe you were telling her you were fine after being fucking shoot. But it could be worse, alright? You had seen worst cases in the ER than this one. You were going to be just fine.

The good thing was that shoots stopped. For a moment, the whole place stayed silent and then, another hell started.

Screams full of sorrow, of pain, of anger and you knew in that moment that you needed to start to help immediately.

Alex must have guessed by your determinate expression.

“No, no, you don’t. You will stay exactly here until help arrives.” But as she was ordering you, you were already starting to get up with the help of the bin. You knew that with a bullet wound in the leg, the last thing a Doctor would recommend was to start to walk around, but fuck that. You could feel the adrenaline already kicking in, thing that was going to help to maintain your pain at check.

“Help won’t arrive until at least ten minutes. I have the power to save lives right now, Alex. You can’t stop me.” You replied, clenching your jaw at the pain roaming through your light leg, having to grab yourself from the trash bin to not fall down again. Alex also got up and looked around, grabbing her own hair, tears falling on her cheeks. Yet, a moment later, she glanced at you and nodded.

“Alright, alright.” She passed an arm below yours to help you walk and once they gave a couple of steps, your breath hitched.

Saying that it was a mess wouldn’t even begin to cover it. People running around, bleeding out in the ground, some trying to do CPR on others. You breathe in and out a couple of times, closing your eyes for a moment to fully focus. You could do this. You were a Resident, the best Resident. You would usually kick assess in the ER, this couldn’t be any difference. Once you opened them back, you started to try to help.

“EVERYONE LISTEN UP!” To your own surprise (and relief) almost everyone shut up, glancing at you. Well, it seemed that after all, Dr. Abbott was right, your voice was truly strong when you wanted. “I’M A DOCTOR, SO I WILL DO MY BEST TO HELP YOU ALL. HOWEVER, I’VE ALSO BEEN SHOT, SO BEAR WITH ME.” The blinding pain in your leg intensified at that moment and your legs trembled. Alex caught you, though, and you let out a long breath before keep going, ignoring your friend’s eyes full of concern.

“I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY. WHEN I GO TO HELP YOU, AFTER ASSESING THE DAMEGE, I WILL ASSIGN YOU A COLOR. ONCE THE HELP GETS HERE, YOU WILL TELL THEM THAT DOCTOR (Y/N) ASSIGNED YOU SAID COLOR. IF WHOEVER YOU ARE HERE WITH GOT SHOT, KEEP PUTTING PREASURE IN THE WOUND AND NEVER STOP. DO NOT, UNDER ANY FUCKING CIRCUNSANCE, GET THE BULLET OUT. FOCUS ON THEM, NOT ON YOUR PANIC.” She didn’t have much else to say, so, she quickly started to walk with Alex’s help to the closest person she had. It was a young man, probably mid-twenties. Blood was spilling out of his stomach and the girl trying to help him wasn’t being capable of stopping the bleeding.

Gun wounds in the stomach were the ones with the highest mortality rate, so this was not the best case to start with. But fuck it.

“Is the bullet inside of him?” You asked the girl in the calmest tone possible, kneeling beside her. When the pain in your leg blinded you for a moment, making you see black spots, you realized that it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but you kept your own hurt in the back of your mind.

“Yes, yes, but I-I can’t stop the bleeding, oh Gods.” You checked for a pulse and thankfully, you found it, thing that meant that he still wasn’t a black and white case. It was a penetration wound, with no exit and in the low abdomen. His airway was good, thing that meant that nothing outside of his abdominal structure was hit. He didn’t have a tender belly. The most important thing at the moment was to stop the bleeding, thing that the girl was already trying to do.

“Listen to me, I know this is hard, but I need you to keep applying pressure with all your strength. Take off your shirt and use it, it might be better than your own hands. You’re doing amazing, keep it like that. Once help gets here, scream to them that you have a Red Case. They will understand it. If you see that his chest stops raising, you scream for me.” The girl nodded, taking off her shirt and quickly going back to apply pressure with it. You got up with Alex’s help and went to the next victim.

It was a woman in her late forties, with her probably daughter kneeling beside her. She was putting pressure in her right arm, where you could see how the bleeding was still going on. Goddamn it, what was today with bleedings not stopping?

You throwed herself at her side, knowing that as the bleeding wasn’t stopping, you were going to have to apply the second tourniquet of the day. You glanced around and you noticed, thank God, that Alex was wearing a belt.

“GIVE ME YOUR BELT!” You yelled and immediately, Alex took it out, her hands shaking as she handled it to you. Once you grabbed it, you put yourself at the side of the woman, the daughter glancing at you with her eyes full of panic. “Alright, kid, listen to me, I will have to apply a tourniquet to your mum. It will hurt, a lot, so I’m really sorry that you have to see and hear this. Once I tell you, you have to stop applying pleasure. Clear?” The girl nodded and you didn’t lose any time, knowing that seconds were gold at the moment.

In a quick movement, you broke the shirt that the woman was wearing, completely exposing the wound. Leaving about three inches between the injury and the belt, you put it around the arm.

“Ma’am, my name is Doctor (Y/N). I’m about to put a torniquet in your arm. It’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I need you to be strong for me so we can stop this bleeding. Do you understand me?” You kept your voice controlled as much as you could, needing to transmit security and calmness. The mother blinked at you, but thankfully, then she nodded.

You didn’t lose any more seconds and as fast as you could, you tightened the belt in her arm with all the strength you had. The woman let out a scream full of pain, her entire body shaking, but you ignore it, tightening the belt even more. The daughter was now sobbing, but fortunately, some seconds later, the bleeding stopped. You let out a breath full of relief and you glanced at Alex.

“What time is it?!” Your friend blinked at you, probably not understanding why you were asking that, but she took out her phone and told you the time. “Okey, kid, the bleeding stop, that’s good. When help gets here, tell them that you have a pink case and that a torniquet was applied to your mother at 6:15PM.” You didn’t let the girl answer you, getting up and going to the next victim, even as dizziness was filling your own brain.

It was an older man, blood spelling out of his head, thing that never meant anything fucking good. He was sitting with his back supported by a woman, who clearly didn’t know what to do and was probably in shock.

“Ma’am, its okay, I’m here to help.” The woman glanced at you, her eyes shining with tears and you tried to give her the most comforting smile you could muster. “Could you tell me what happened to him?” You asked, noticing how the man had passed out, another bad signal. You opened his eyes, noticing the blown pupils. Shit.

“W-we ran, as soon as the shooter started, we just ran, but it was such a mess I-I, he, Robert crashed into somebody and they were running so fast, he fell to the ground and his head started to bleed.” You nodded, rubbing your face with your hands before speaking again.

“Okey, okey, listen to me, we need to stabilize him in case he has a spinal injury. I can see that the bleeding stopped, thing that’s good. I need you to place your hands on both sides of his head. Keep the head in line with the spine and prevent movement. When the paramedics arrive, scream that you have a Red Case that includes a head injury and possible a spinal one.” The woman nodded and you quickly helped to put her hands when they needed to be, putting her in the most comfortable position so none of her extremities would numb before help gets here. Then, however, you noticed that the woman was also bleeding. Her entire arm was a mess of pure blood.

“Ma’am, is the blood in the arm yours?” You asked, moving around to get close to her and examinate the wound. She shakily nodded her head.

“Y-yes, somebody cut it with their shoes. It doesn’t hurt much, though.” You let a silent sigh, knowing that they were other victims worst that needed your help and that you couldn’t stay here to help her.

“Alright, then also tell them that you are a yellow case, yes?”

She couldn’t answer you because before she could say anything else, some loud shouting interrupted her.

“HELP! I NEED HELP!” Well, that was definitely your signal. You nodded at Alex, and she helped you to get up, starting to walk as fast as you could to the woman screaming for help. She was in clear panic, grabbing her head and sobbing loudly.

“MA’AM! I need you to calm down and tell me why you need help.” You yelled at her once you got closer and she just managed to grab you by the arm and drag you some meters away, where a child was lying in the floor, his chest immobile. Fucking shit, shit, shit.

In a quick movement, you fell to the floor, kneeling at his side and immediately started CPR, your movements steady even as you could feel how the pain in your leg was consuming your entire body. You heard how Alex asked the woman where he was hurt, a question that you were also wondering. However, once glance at his leg told you exactly what this was.

He was shot in the leg, and he had probably lost way too much blood, causing him to go into hypovolemic shock, thing that meant that his heart was getting enough blood to function.

Two minutes later, when you were about to give up, the boy finally arched his back and let out a long breath. You heard how the mother screamed, but you did your best to ignore the noise, focusing on now the leg injury. It kept bleeding, thing that wasn’t good news. You had to act quickly before he went into shock again.

“I NEED ANOTHER BELT!” You screamed at Alex, who in a minute or two returned with one. God bless her. “What’s his name?!” You asked the woman, moving yourself to position at side of the leg, where you were about to apply another tourniquet.

“MAX!” You heard how she screamed back, and you straightened, looking at the boy in the eyes who was already looking at you.

“Hi Max. My name is Doctor (Y/N) and I’m here to help you. I’m about to do something to stop your bleeding, but it’s going to hurt and a lot. However, it might be the thing that saves your life, so I need you to be strong for me and to withstand the pain. Hold your mama’s hand as strong as you need to, yes?” The kid, some seconds later, gave you a weak nod and the woman took his hands into hers. Once again, wanting to act fast, you put the belt around his leg, maintaining the needed distance and then you tightened it. The scream that left the kid’s mouth threatened to break your heart, but you kept your feelings at bay and tightened the belt as much as you could.

Your breathing had grown ragged due to the exhaustion you were already feeling, but to you focused on praying to every God known in history and to your relief, the bleeding stopped a minute later.

“OH GOD, THANK YOU!” The woman was full sobbing, hugging her son as if her life depended on it and honestly, you didn’t have the enough energy to smile, so, you just accepted Alex’s help to get up.

“Ma’am, I will need you to give your son your jacket and every piece of clothing you might find. Warm is going to help to not worsen the shock. Keep him awake and talking. When the paramedics get here, tell them that you have a Red Case and that a tourniquet was applied to your son at 6:21PM.”

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“There’s an active shooter at Pittfest.” Dr. Robby didn’t know that his world could crumble with such few words. He froze and then moved his head from side to side, blinking, as if he couldn’t believe what she had just said.

“Jake and his girlfriend are there.” Then, as he thought it couldn’t get worse, today’s morning encounter with Dr. (Y/N) played in his mind, the bill raising in his throat at the reminder of what you had said earlier. “And Dr. (Y/N) is also there.”

Shit, shit, shit. How the hell was he going to get his crew to focus when such an important person to the entire hospital could be hurt or, even worse, already dead? How was he even going to focus when two of the most valuable people in his life were in such danger?

He knew, as soon as he said the words Pittfest, everything would go to shit.

He wasn’t mistaken.

“Mass casualty at Pittfest.” For a moment, the entire hospital went silent, everyone stopping everything their were doing. The first one to react was Dr. McKay.

“Pittfest? Didn’t Dr. (Y/N) said she was going there?” Dr. Robby rubbed his face, but didn’t say anything else, knowing that nothing he could say could calm down an entire crow of nurses and Doctors worried for you. Some people gasped, others just took their hands and covered their mouths with it. He clenched his jaw but forced himself to react and to give a small speech to get everyone in the move again. Thankfully, they did and when he turned around, he saw Dr. Abbott entering the hospital, thing that made his entire body fill with relief.

“Brother, I’m so fucking glad to see you.” Without being to avoid it, he gave him a small hug and Dr. Abbott clasped his back, but he felt how his entire body was tense.

“You know who’s there, right?” He whispered, pulling back but staying close enough. Robby sighed but nodded, biting his lip.

“I don’t know what we will do if she gets here injured.”

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When the ambulance started to arrive, you had helped countless people. You had lost count a long time ago, but you had applied about six tourniquets, two CPR performed with successful resuscitating, one dislocated shoulder fixed and a many stopped bleedings. You had lost only one man, who had been shot three times. You tried truly your best, but you couldn’t do shit without equipment.

You could feel how the wound was starting to bleed once again and how dizzy you had become. Alex was trying to stop you from going to help another man, telling you that you should sit down, when one paramedic took you by the shoulders.

It was Mark, a paramedic who would frequent your hospital. He was about Dr. Robby’s age, and he was the one you would always joke around because he looked so much like Pedro Pascal.

“DR. (Y/N)?!” You blinked a couple of times at him, processing the fact that he was in front of you and then you nodded.

“Mark, hey, yes, it’s me. Have you already taken all the Reds?”

“Yes, yes, we did and now we have to take you, Doctor. That leg wound looks nasty.” Almost immediately, she shook her head. “No, no, do not waste places for me, I’m sure there is people worse than me. Please, Mark.” But the man didn’t budge.

“(Y/N), Robby would literally have my head if he found out I didn’t take you with me as soon as I saw you. And don’t even get me started with Abbott. Please come with me, I’m begging you.”

“(Y/N), please.” Alex also said, some tears in her eyes and you bit your lip, but finally nodded. With the paramedics here, you weren’t going to make such difference and the pain on your leg was fucking killing you. As the pain started to catch up on you, your knees buckled and if it wasn’t for Mark, you would have fell straight to the ground.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Mark took you into his arms, running to the parking lot since probably the ambulances were full. You could barely think, the pain almost numbing also your brain, think that probably didn’t mean anything good. You observed how he looked around. “YOU! IN THE TRUCK! You have space for two?!”

A male voice yelled back yes to him, that he had in the backseat and Mark quickly put her there, indicating to Alex to put pressure in the wound as it was starting to bleed out. You think that he told you something like stay alive, but you weren’t really sure. The car started and something that you could tell was that the man was driving fast.

Around five minutes later, while you were resisting the tiredness trying to dominate you, somebody hit the glass of the back of the truck and you turned your face around, seeing how a young boy with his widened eyes was screaming that somebody had stopped breathing. You blinked a couple of times and then adrenaline took over.

“STOP THE TRUCK!” Getting strength from God knows from, you screamed and the man driving immediately stopped. You throw your leg back to the floor, letting out a howl full of pain as you opened the door and got out of the truck, hearing how Alex was screaming at you to keep still.

Well, not for nothing they said that Doctors were the worst patients, right?

Helping yourself with the truck, going as fast as you could, you finally made it to the back. Understanding that you were also wounded, the young boy popped the truck open and helped you to get on, lifting your entire weight. You passed a death body, a woman shot in the arm and finally got to the man the boy was screaming about.

“GO TO THE BACKSEAT AND TELL HIM TO MOVE!” You ordered, putting yourself on top of the man starting comprehensions. The truck started once again, and you felt your exhaustion creeping and you sensed how a sob threatened to get out of your mouth. However, you shallowed it and focused on the man.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but the next time the truck stopped, the hospital where you worked came in view and Gods, you had never felt such relief in your entire life. Dr. Robby was the one who popped open the truck.

You didn’t let him say anything.

“Man in his last thirties, down for about five to ten minutes, GSW to the middle abdomen.” You said, almost robotically, and Dr. Shen took over, also glancing at you for a moment. You couldn’t say anything else because as soon as you saw how the man was being taken care of, you fell into the truck due to the pure exhaustion, shallow breaths leaving you. Your vision became blurry, and half of your body was trembling, while the pain in the leg became even worse.

“NO! (Y/N)!” Robby screamed, moving the other three people out of the way and giving them to another Doctor to get to you. He grabbed your face, looking for your eyes and you gave him a weak smile. You had never seen him in such a panic state, he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. It made you a bit sick. You, for obvious reasons, hadn’t had the time to think about everyone’s reaction in the Hospital once you arrived.

“Hi, Robby. Believe me, this wasn’t my idea for my free day.” He shook his head, and you could see how concerned he was. He quickly asserted your leg and the expression he did was a bit worrying.

“I NEED A GOURNEY!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, moving you, but you immediately jerked your head.

“No, no, do not waste a bed in me Robby I swear to God, I’M FINE!”

“YOU’RE NOT FINE, (Y/N)!” You heard Dr. Shen scream, thing that was actually weird since you couldn’t remember many times on which you had heard him raise his voice like this.

Robby completely ignored you, taking you into his arms and putting you in one of the gurneys, starting to move as fast as he could. Two nurses appeared on each side, one of them being Dana. “Oh, hey Dana. How’s my favorite nurse?” You asked, feeling yourself fall into a completely delirious state due to the pain and you heard how she let out a wet chuckle.

“We were so worried, sweetheart.” When you entered the ER, every single head turned around and once again, everybody froze, the vision of seeing such a good and strong Doctor bleeding out from her leg probably shocking them. Screams started to be heard, some of them asking if it was really you, others wondering what had happened. In the blink of an eye, Dr. Abbott appeared, putting himself on the other side of Robby.

“Hello, Dr. Abbott. I missed you pleasure of your company.” You words were blurred since you could barely focus on anything else that wasn’t your own pain. You noticed how they put you in one of the rooms, the place quickly became a mess of people getting out and in. When they moved you to the table, you cried in pain, the adrenaline rubbing off and the pain going up.

“PUSH SOME MORPHINE IN!” Dr. Robby screamed, tearing your pants apart and you observed how blood started to get out of the wound, probably meaning that the bullet had moved and tear an artery or vein. “WHEN DID YOU APPLY THE TOURNIQUET?!” He screamed, glancing at you and you didn’t understand the question, only being able to look at your own leg.

“Oh God. Am I going to lose my leg?” You asked, totally forgetting that you were a Doctor. Then, you glanced at Dr. Abbott. “Does that mean I can start to say that I’m your daughter? You know, we would be the duo father-daughter-with-one-leg-less.” You laughed at your own joke, until they grabbed your leg, and you screamed out of pure pain.

“(Y/N) for fucks sake, answer his question. Why the hell isn’t the morphine kicking in?!” Now that you have noticed, Dr. Abbott, just like Robby, looked sick. His features were tight, but there was a slight shaking that told you he was definitely more than concerned. Probably angry too, looking at his eyebrows furrowed. You had never heard him scream in such a desperate tone, always the one in control of his emotions, especially in the ER.

“Around 6:10? I don’t know.” You finally replied.

“Oh God, is that (Y/N)?!” You heard a female voice, probably Dr. McKay, shout, but you couldn’t pay attention, everything already becoming too hazy, probably due to the morphine.

“Will I stop being your favorite if I indeed lose my leg?” You asked Dr. Abbott and Dr. Robby with a weak voice, tilting softly your head to the side and smiling at them. You heard how, to your surprise, Robby let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think there is anything you can do to stop being our favorite, (Y/N).” Robby replied and a second later, he screamed for people to bring him more pads and those words made your smile bigger.

“Oh, so you admit it! I’m your favorite.” You felt giddy and weirdly satisfied. You had always heard the nurses and other Doctors saying it, but they had never said it out loud, probably avoid creating a problem playing favorites.

“Anyone who pays attention for two fucking seconds can guess who our favorite is, kid.” Dr. Abbott mumbled and those were the last words you heard before darkness took over.

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Feeling your entire body heavy, you began to slowly wake up, blinking and trying to get use to the room where you were. It took some seconds for you to recognize that it was a hospital room and a moment later, all the memories from the festival came back.

“(Y/N)?” You turned your head to your right, where the voice was coming from and you quickly recognized that Dana was the one talking to you. A small smile formed in your face.

“Hey Dana.” Your voice was weak, barely a whisper and after hearing you, she brought to you a glass of water that you immediately drank in one setting. Gods, you didn’t realize you were this thirsty.

“Hi, kid. You don’t know how glad I’m to see you awake. Wait a minute, I will bring Robby and Abbott.” She squeezed your hands once and got up, leaving, thing that made you feel weirdly uneasy. You didn’t want to be alone, the memories of the shooting too fucking fresh. Yes, you were an Emergency Medic, but it didn’t make it easier. Not knowing what had happened to all of them made it worse.

Thankfully, Dana didn’t lie about the minute, because you didn’t even have the time to process that she was back with the two Doctors at her back. Once they saw you awake, Dr. Robby thrown himself in the closest chair, rubbing his face harshly with one of his hands, probably feeling the stress leaving his body. Dr. Abbott didn’t sit down, he just walked to one of your sides and took you by the wrist, unconsciously feeling your pulse. Once he did, he blindly grabbed a chair and sat down exactly where he was.

“(Y/N), how are you feeling? Any dizziness, pain, discomfort?” He asked, all professional, because you at the moment were a fucking patience. You hated it, but remembering how worried they were, you answered the questions.

“No, no, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache, but I think it’s because the memories came back way too fast.” They both let out a sigh full of relief at this. Yet, you didn’t stay quiet for long. “Am I losing my leg?” You asked, your voice shaking a bit and your heart tightened with fear. You hadn’t even begun to think about how your life would change it that was a case, and Gods knew you were horrible with changes, this would throw your life out of balance for a long time.

To your relief, though, Dr. Abbott quickly shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), don’t worry, you won��t lose your leg. The injury, thankfully, wasn’t that bad. You lost a lot of blood, and we had to do surgery to get the bullet out, but there isn’t permanent damage. The recovery will take time, I won’t lie to you, but you will be fine.” Your tense shoulders relaxed, feeling how the tension you were feeling practically since you were shot left your body. You felt like you were about to cry, thing that was horrifying because you despised crying publicly, but God, you had been under so much stress and pressure you hadn’t even realize it had gotten this bad.

“Thank you.” You whispered, gulping, trying to easy down the know in your throat and both Doctors smiled at you. Before they could say anything else, though, Dr. McKay, Dr. Shen and Dr. Ellis rushed in, both of them smiling at the sight of you awake and fine. “Hey girls and Shen. Missed me?” Dr. McKay let out a chuckle, coming closer and grabbing one of your hands, smiling at you.

“It’s really good to see you alright, kid.” Said, her voice trembling a bit and you smiled, nodding. Dr. Ellis peeked from Dr. McKay’s back.

“Yes, you have no clue how good it really is, (Y/N). We were worried sick.”

“Yes, for fuck’s sake, never do that shit again.” Dr. Shen also spoke, his usually calmness behavior clearly gone, replaced by a man who had been clearly under tons of stress over the last hours.

After that, all three of them stayed in the back of the room, probably needing some more time to process the fact that you were truly okey.

“(Y/N), do you have any idea how many people you saved out there?” Dr. Robby started to talk, looking straight at you, his voice soft and you gulped but shook your head.

“No, not really. I lost count at the third tourniquet I did.” You grimaced, knowing that wasn’t a positive thing. Staying aware of the patients you had assisted was one of the most important things in such a rush place like the ER, but God, some images were so blurry. If they left you some time, you could probably write a full report about every single person you had helped, but right now, thinking that much was not easy.

“You helped about twenty-five people, (Y/N). Twenty-five whiles being injured from a bullet wound. Have you got any idea how crazy that is?” You quickly blushed, biting your lips.

“I didn’t realize they were that many. I was just functioning on a high level of adrenaline.” Dr. Robby got up and walked closer to you, a proud smile on his face.

“Most of them wouldn’t have made it without you helping them first, kid. You did an amazing job out there. To say that I’m damn proud wouldn’t even begun to cover it.” You let yourself smile, blinking some tears away. Damn, you were too sensitive today.

“Thanks, Robby.” You softly replied and then, Dr. Abbott spoke.

“We will talk later about the fact that you were running around with such injury in your thigh knowing how dangerous that is, but Robby is right, kid. You were the best of us. You reacted fast, assessed every situation with a perfect precision and even calmed down the people that were with the injured ones. You should be as proud of yourself as we feel.” Alright, with those words, without being to avoid it, a tear left you left eye. You didn’t know how bad you needed them to tell you this, to validate the horrible things you had to do. And it wasn’t normal to hear Dr. Abbott throw this many praises, you will definitely remember those words forever.

“Did all the Reds made it? There was this white guy with a bullet in his stomach and this kid I applied CPR to. Are they alright?” You couldn’t help yourself. After all, how could you? They were your patients first.

“Yes, (Y/N), every single patient that made it here with a color already assigned are alright. You saved me a lot of time doing that, kid. Seriously. Some of them are already awake and asking for you.” Dr. Shen replied this time, smiling at you and you let out a loud sigh, fully relaxing for the first time in the entire fucking day.

“We told you, you did a perfect job. None could have done it better than you. That’s why you are the damn fucking best.” Dana told you, putting a hand in your face and caressing it softly and you leaned into her touch, needing this type of comfort after going through that horrible experience.

Then, you realized that this was the first day of those interns you had met earlier, and you gasped.

“Oh God, are the interns alright? Mass casualties in your first day can’t be fucking easy, poor kids.” Dr. Ellis snorted, shaking her head.

“Of course you are worried about them.” You grimaced. Yeah, you couldn’t help yourself with the usual concern you felt towards practically everybody, even some interns you had barely met a few hours ago.

“Yes, kid, they are alright. A bit shaken up, but they truly did great. Took me by surprise, actually.” Dr. Robby replied, sighing and you smirked.

“How do you always get the best ones? Do you have some kind of contract we don’t know about?” Laughs were heard around the room, thing that was truly great after such a hard day.

“You have no idea how much we missed today, (Y/N).” Dr. Robby said and you batted a hand in his direction.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now and I won’t be leaving any time soon.” Then, you noticed that there was one person missing. “Hey, where’s Dr. Langdon? I want to see that asshole face.” You practically felt how a weird tension lifted in the room at your innocent question, and you frowned. What had you lost here?

“He had to leave early family emergency. We will tell him that you are well and asking about him, don’t worry.” Dr. Robby reply was bear and you pouted but didn’t ask further, wanting this tension to go away.

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Two days later, you were still in the hospital. You were getting better; tomorrow, you started the long path of being able to walk normally again. It wasn’t going to be pretty and since you were a pretty impatient person, it would probably be even worse for you, but you were determined. You needed to get back to your feet to get back to your job, the thing you loved the most in life.

Dr. King had been assigned to you, the new R2 and even if you had met her two days ago, she had already become one of your favorite people in the entire hospital. She was one of the few that didn’t treat you like you were broken, and you liked her bluntness.

Right now, you were playing some cards game called go fish, since she told you she needed a break after treating a loud lady who screamed way too many times at her. You were glad she came here, feeling good at the fact that she found the room you were safe. Nevertheless, once you were a couple of minutes in the game, somebody knocked the door. You turned your head around and saw Dr. Robby at the door.

“Hey there, Dr. Robby.” You said, dedicating him a soft smile and he nodded. You noticed though, how behind him, there were some people waiting to enter the room and you frowned, glancing at him, confused.

“So, (Y/N), there are some people here that want to meet you. Can they come in?” You finally realized where this was going, and you suddenly got nervous. You never did well when patients thanked you, feeling like you were just doing your job, but you also knew that they probably needed this as some kind of closure, so, you nodded. Then, you glanced at Dr. King and leaned in her direction.

“Hey, I think things might also get a bit loud here. Nothing too bad, but I don’t want to overwhelm you further.” The woman glanced at the door, widening her eyes probably seeing the amount of people out there and she blinked a couple of times before nodding.

“Okey, um, I will see you later, Dr. (Y/N)” She got up and awkwardly said goodbye with one of her hands, thing that made you smile.

“Bye, Dr. King. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do out here!” You replied, lifting your thumbs up and the other woman turned around, frowning and tilting her face.

“There are many things you can do out there that I legally can’t do, Dr. (Y/N), like…” Then she quiet down and smiled, shaking her head. “It was another joke, right?” She asked and you winked an eye in her direction. She chuckled but left the room, saying a last goodbye.

Robby looked at you and then at the direction where Dr. King had left.

“You haven’t known her for two days and you already adopted her?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and you lifted your shoulders.

“What can I say? I really like her, Robby. I will bribe some nurses to get her in my shifts.” He fondly shook his head, but then, he sighed and pointed at the door.

“Well, Dr. (Y/N), I have here some of the people you saved. They wanted to meet you, so, here they are.” After he finished talking, people started to fly in, and you lost count after the ninth person entered. You knew all of them, though. Some of them were victims you had helped, others family that were in the scene. The image of all of them together made you a bit shaky, but it also made you feel warm. You had saved a lot of their lives.

“Hi, Dr. (YN), I’m Marie Bush. My mom is Olive Bush. You saved her life with the tourniquet in her arm, the doctors told me she wouldn’t have made it without it. I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I am.” The daughter you remembered pretty well started. She was white, brunette and had some pretty blue eyes. She had walked closer and had stretched her hand in your direction, but froze, not really knowing what to do. You smiled at her and took her hand into yours, squeezing softly.

“Hello Marie. You already know, but I’m Dr. (Y/N). You can just call me Y/N, though. I’m really glad to hear that your mother is alright. Send her my regards.” And just like the young woman, all of them have their thanks to you. You spent your whole day hearing names, learning personal stories and feeling so much greatness towards you it was overwhelming. You had saved people with children, people with perfect lives and amazing careers.

You haven’t felt this proud about yourself in a long time.

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wheresarizona · 2 months ago

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Spring Breaks Loose

summary: It's a beautiful Spring day, and you're spending it with Javier and your two pet calves, Daphne and Velma. To keep your husband on his toes, you ask him some very random questions.

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

rating: T (No y/n, Husband Javier Peña, Soft Javier Peña, mild language, oral sex mention (f + m receiving), domestic fluff, slice of life, pregnancy, waxing poetic about cheese, romantic comedy, Javier referring to you, Daphne, and Velma as ‘his girls’)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: Hello there! To celebrate Learning to Live's third birthday (insane), I wrote something that has art! Thank you to all of those still reading this labor of my love. It means a lot to me that you've stuck with me this long. This story will always have a special place in my heart, and I'm so happy to share it with others. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you!

Art by the incredible @kenobiwanx! (Thank you, it's perfect!)

(Note: Cielito is a reader-insert character and written without physical attributes, so you can picture her however you want. Cielito is you! I just needed a reference for the artwork, so I chose a model that kind of looked like me. 😊)

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The warmth of spring is a welcome change from the chill of winter. The shining sun will begin its descent soon, and you’ll watch it from the base of this towering oak tree, beneath its curving branches and green leaves. You sit with your husband while the two calves you call your bovine daughters graze nearby.

His large palm is a comfort, resting on your belly, your hand over his.

“Okay,” you start. With how you’re lying back across Javier’s lap to prop yourself up on his bent knee, it’s easy to gaze at his beautiful, smiling face. “Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or one hundred duck-sized horses?”

For the last twenty minutes, you’ve been asking him random questions. If you could be any Skittle, what color would you be? Red. Do you put on your socks left or right foot first? Right. Do you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain? Yes, as long as it’s with you.

“A horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses…” he replies. “Hmmm.” His expression shows he’s really thinking it out, which delights you. “A horse-sized duck could do some real damage. I think I’d choose the duck-sized horses. It’d be a bitch fighting a hundred, but definitely better than a giant fucking duck.”

“Solid answer.”

“What would you choose?”

“Oh, absolutely, the duck-sized horses. You’re right about the horse-sized duck doing damage. That’s a no, thank you from me.”

He chuckles. “You got another question?”

“Ummm.” You take a second to think of one. “Oh! If you had to choose, would you give up cheese or blow jobs for the rest of your life?”

He frowns. “Can I still eat you out?”

You giggle. “Yes. You can give oral, but you can’t receive it.”

“Fuck, this is a hard one.”

You smile. “I know.”

“You give really fucking good head.” That makes you preen. “But, a lot of the shit you cook has cheese in it, and you know how much I love your food.”

The only person whose cooking he loved more than yours was his late mother’s. But, from what you’ve heard, eating her food was a religious experience, so you understand.

“You love it a lot.”

He smiles. “I do. I can’t believe I’m saying this. I’d give up blow jobs.”

“Wow, that’s a little surprising. Also, very sweet that you’d choose my cooking over getting your dick sucked.”

His free hand caresses your face, his thumb stroking over the apple of your cheek. “I can live without blow jobs, but I can’t live without your food—”

“Awe.”

“—or eating your pussy.”

“Oh my god,” you giggle. “You’re ridiculous.”

He chuckles and quickly pecks your lips. “What about you?” He asks when he pulls back. “Cheese or my mouth?”

Your eyes widen. “Oh.”

“It’s hard to choose, right?”

“Yeah, it is. ‘Cause you are fucking amazing at eating pussy. Like, you deserve the highest honor for being the ‘World’s Greatest Cunnilinguist.’” That makes him laugh, his smile so big his dimple appears. “It’s true. I’m not even joking. Then we have cheese—glorious, delicious cheese. A gift to humankind. The eighth wonder of the culinary world.”

He’s amused. “I think I know, but which would you give up?”

“My god. I’m sorry, babe, but I think it has to be oral. I can’t imagine living without cheese. It’s cheese, for goodness’ sake!”

“I’m not surprised by your choice. You fucking love cheese.”

“Um, who doesn’t love cheese? Like, cheese is so good that many lactose-intolerant people are willing to suffer for the tasty goodness, and I don’t blame them. Also, you love cheese. Don’t deny it!”

He’s looking at you with soft eyes and a soft smile, the fondness clear on his handsome face. “I do love cheese.”

“Thank you. Now, it’s your turn to ask a question—look, the girls are curious about what their dad is gonna ask.”

The calves approach you both and lie down—the red one, Daphne, choosing a spot in the grass beside you to rest her head in your lap while her sister, Velma, gets comfortable on the ground by Javi’s feet.

It makes you smile, your hand moving to stroke your fingers over the red calf’s head.

“Can’t let my girls down,” he replies. “Let me think.” His eyes move away from yours for only a moment as he thinks about it. He meets your gaze again. “If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?”

“A classic. I’m assuming no wishing for more wishes?” you ask.

“Correct.”

“Okay. Universal healthcare, perfect tits, and for our family to be happy and healthy.”

He huffs in amusement. “You already have perfect tits.”

“Right now, they’re pretty great, but I’m thinking post-however many babies we’re gonna have, and, you know, aging.”

“They’ll still be perfect.”

You smile, playfully swatting at his chest. “Stop it, or I’ll beg you to get me pregnant.”

His lips turn up, his expression matching yours. “You’re already pregnant.” For emphasis, he rubs his palm over your dress-covered tummy where you aren’t even showing yet.

“Fine, double pregnant, which—“ You frown. “—when I actually think about that, it sounds awful for a first pregnancy. I have bad enough heartburn with one baby growing inside me, and don’t get me started on the morning sickness. Why do they even call it that? It’s misleading. This shit is all day. How worse would all of this be with two buns in my Easy-Bake oven?”

He leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Thankfully, this time around, you don’t have to find out.” He sits back to look into your eyes, his eyebrows creasing in concern. “Are you nauseous right now? Do we need to head back to Pop’s?”

Instead of coming out here on horseback, Javi brought you in his truck with the girls in a trailer behind it. He drove slowly, so the bumps weren’t too bad.

Your free hand went over his on your stomach again, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “No, I’m okay. It’s not too bad right now.”

“If it gets worse, tell me, and we can go.”

“I will. Thank you, babe. So, what are your three wishes?”

“A chance to talk to my mom again.” That didn’t surprise you. She passed away eight years ago, and he missed her dearly. “I’d love to tell her how happy I am, and all about you and her first nieto (grandchild) on the way.” He rubs small circles on your belly.

“She’d be so excited about her nieto (grandchild).” It is still too early to know the baby’s gender. “Not only that, I think she’d be more excited than Pop, and that’s saying something since he literally shows the sonogram to every single person he talks to.”

It’s true. He keeps it in his wallet, and any time he goes into town, he shows it to whoever he sees.

An amused huff leaves him. “You’re right. She’d be way worse than Pop.”

“We’d love it, though.”

“Yes, we would.”

“What‘s your second wish?”

“To have a baby with you,” he answers immediately.

You smile. “How does it feel to know that wish is going to come true?”

His face visibly lights up with a toothy grin that makes you giggle. “Fucking amazing. I am the happiest man on the entire planet, and it’s all thanks to you.” He pecks the tip of your nose.

“I wouldn’t say it’s all me. I mean, you had a part in making the baby. It was a small one that only lasted like, ten seconds, but it was still pretty important.”

“Sure, but I believe you once said that I only contribute a pleasurable 1% to our group project that you are doing 99% of the work on. By those numbers, I think you deserve all of the credit. So, it is all thanks to you, mi amor (my love).”

“If you insist.”

“I do. I honestly can’t believe how fucking lucky I am. I’m married, we have a kid on the way, we’re gonna have a house, and a dog. Christ, two years ago? I never would’ve imagined this was what my future looked like. Someone could’ve told me, and I wouldn’t have believed them.”

“You’ve come a long way, and I’m just glad you’re finally getting to live a happy life.”

“I am, too.” It’s hardly any effort for him to lean forward, closing the distance to press his plush lips to yours in a tender kiss—warmth spreads through your veins, and your eyes close, relishing this sweet moment. When he breaks away, he gently nudges your nose with his, and your eyelids flutter open, the expression on his face showing his love and happiness.

“You’re adorable,” you tell him. “What’s your third wish?”

He’s smiling. “For our family to be happy and healthy.”

You share his look. “You, sir, are a sap.”

“You said it first.”

“I did.”

“What’s the next question?”

“Why do I have to come up with all of them?”

“Because you’re better at it than I am.”

“That is so true. Give me a second.”

“Okay.”

You sit there against his leg, one hand over his, the other petting Daphne as you think.

“This next one might be a bit controversial,” you say.

“Okay?”

“Is a hot dog in a bun a sandwich?”

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cressidagrey · 1 month ago

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I found you by accident! And of course I immediately started reading your works. The first thing I read was "Such a Mystery" and then I found Lando and Elizabeth. I fell in love with both stories and read them several times. Currently my obsession is the new story "White horse" I LOVE IT! Every day from the morning I refresh your profile to check if there is a new chapter. when I see that it is my day immediately gets better..

1. I love it when someone new finds out that Max is in a relationship. Pure chaos. Sometimes I get the feeling that Lando will have a heart attack because of it (especially because of dinner 😂)

2. The ring is gorgeous. It suits Belle

3. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo make me want to punch them in the face

4. I'm trying to gather information from your answers and put them more or less into a whole. But oh my God I feel like it's going to be interesting.

5. Can we expect some bigger drama?

6. Can we know if there's another chapter today?

7. How did you come up with the idea for this story?

8. Are you overwhelmed by the number of people asking for more chapters because they're unsatisfied?

9. I’m sorry for my English, it’s not my first language (Polish is)

Once again I love your writing! Remember you are amazing! Have a nice day!

Ahhh I’m so happy you found me — even if by accident!! 🥹💛 Such a Mystery and The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince hold such a special place in my heart, so hearing that you loved those and are now deep in the White Horse obsession?? Truly the highest compliment!! Thank you so much for being here, and for rereading — I’m so honored 🫶🏻

Now let me go through your amazing list because I LOVE this message:

You’re absolutely right — someone new finding out about Max and Belle every chapter = pure chaos. And yes, Lando is absolutely one dramatic reveal away from passing out in a restaurant 😭🍝

I’m so glad you love the ring!! I imagined something vintage and intricate and very Belle — quiet, timeless elegance.

Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo... yeah. Fully valid. The rage is earned.

You're gathering clues like a pro 👀 and yes... it's going to get very interesting very soon.

Bigger drama? 👀 Let’s just say... yes.

I never want to make promises about exact updates because life (and law school 😭), but I do try to update as often as I can. If not today, then very soon! ❤️ (I had the chapter nearly finished and then I had another idea and it has now snowballed...once again.)

The idea for White Horse actually started as a one shot of May 2024. So that was the starting point. And then I realise that to give the story the time it deserved, I needed to start much earlier. It was pretty much a thought experiment at one point about how it would be to be a sibling to a famous driver who is the golden child of the family...and the main character just gets pushed to the side. again and again and again.

I’m not overwhelmed — mostly just very grateful 🥹 Sometimes it’s hard or even lightly annoying when people ask for more chapters in a way that feels like pressure, but most of the time, people are so kind and patient, and that makes it all worth it 💛 Though asking me when the next update is, is not gonna make me write faster. Mostly the opposite, because I need to answer that question and I could have written something in the time that took lol.

And please don’t apologize for your English — it’s fantastic and I understood every word perfectly! Dziękuję bardzo (I hope that's correct) for reading and writing to me — it truly means so much 🫶🏻

Sending you the biggest hug!! Can’t wait to share more of Belle and Max’s story with you ❤️✨

#c answers #white horse

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justnatoka · 7 months ago

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Of crushes and marshmallows

Dwayne x GN! Reader

A/n: Yes, I know the setup is very similar to Love is in the air, but I couldn't care less lol.

Word count: 938

Prompt: "He's so pretty I think I'm gonna faint."

Dwayne is very pretty in the glow of your campfire, and it messes with your head.

The smell of burnt sugar filled your nose as Paul yelped, then started cursing. He had been working on roasting the perfect marshmallow, carefully keeping watch to make it just right. However, when you looked over, his stick was tipped over, right into the campfire, his marshmallow lying sad and abandoned in between the charred logs. Paul himself was already further down the beach, chasing after a cackling Marko. His shout of “I’ll get you, you little shit” and his brother’s booming laughter flew back to you with the light summer breeze.

You just finished eating your own sweet snack, and thanked the gods – and Marko – for finding packs of marshmallows among the belongings of the unfortunate college guys you fed on for dinner. Ironically enough, they were also camped out around their own fire on the complete other end of the beach. You all figured it would be a shame to let those goodies go to waste. Morally questionable? Absolutely. But morals go out the window the minute you start tearing people’s throats out.

You noticed that the bag you’ve been sharing with Star had run out, so you motioned over to Dwayne. He was sitting across from you on the other side of the fire, the bag of marshmallows between him and David still half full. He took one out and tossed it over the flames, and you grinned as you perfectly caught it with one hand.

“Nice throw,” you commented.

“Nice catch,” he turned it right back at you. You would be lying if you said your stomach didn’t flutter at his words and the half smile that accompanied them. You averted your eyes in embarrassment, and busied yourself with securely putting your marshmallow onto your stick instead.

Yes, you had a massive crush on him. It was an undeniable fact that you tried to suppress as much as possible. You had no idea how it would play out if you confessed to him. If he rejected you, you couldn’t live it down. Not to mention all the teasing you would receive from the boys. So you kept it to yourself, swooning over him in your head like a lovesick teenager.

Paul and Marko returned and started to tell an elaborate story of some guy they saw on the boardwalk the day before as if nothing happened, the whole marshmallow fiasco quickly forgotten. The others watched them with amusement as they played out the whole scenario. Meanwhile, you were watching Dwayne.

The evening breeze caught strands of his hair, swaying them gently, and you felt a sudden need to run your fingers through them to see if they were as soft as you imagined. He looked positively majestic with the warm glow of the flames painting his skin a rich golden hue, their light twinkling in his dark eyes, giving them a playful glint. And then the edges of his lips turned upwards, breaking into a huge smile and laughter filled the air as the others cracked up at something Marko said.

He just so happened to turn to you at that moment, eyes still crinkling at the corners and the air left your lungs as you were struck by his beauty. It was hard to believe someone can be so effortlessly beautiful. You wished you could capture this moment with all of its sounds and smells, so you could come back later and drown in it; with him looking at you like that, all smiles and shining eyes, the echo of his laughter still in your ears.

“Dammit, he’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

It was unconscious. You didn’t even realize you said it out loud until you noticed Star turn to look at you from the corner of your eye. You turned to her, eyes wide when you saw her amused expression. In the next second, her smile turned mischievous. You knew what she was about to do, and you started shaking your head like crazy. Still looking into your eyes, she spoke up loud and clear.

“You know, if you stared at Dwayne any more, I would be concerned for your eyes falling out of your head.”

The silence was deafening. And the more it stretched on, the more you were sweating. In the end it was Paul who broke the tension.

“Finally someone said it! I thought I would go crazy if something didn’t happen soon,” he threw his hands in the air.

“Wait, what? You knew?” You were so surprised, you even forgot to deny it.

“You aren’t exactly subtle,” David commented while taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, dude, you were practically salivating every time you looked at him. It was pretty obvious,” Marko added and you wanted to die.

Hesitantly, you turned to Dwayne.

“Did you know too?”

He just nodded silently.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you would tell me when you’re ready.” His eyes were so soft as he looked at you. It warmed your heart, and your embarrassment slowly started to die down.

“So, what now?” you asked.

A smile grew on his lips that was definitely flirtatious.

“We can start with you coming closer,” he said and patted the sand beside him.

You face felt hot as you gaped at him for a moment before getting up and plotting yourself down next to him. Dwayne immediately threw an arm over your shoulder, bringing you to his side and it just felt right. You couldn’t wash the dopey grin off your face for the rest of the evening, not even when Marko shouted at you two to get a room.

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forzalando · 1 year ago

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💛 hi 🥹 CONGRATS ON 3K THAT'S HUUUUUGE !!!!

I am obsessed with this idea and also my favourite activity (as of recently lmao) is drunk karaoke and of COURSE my dream would be to do it with lando !!!!

drunk karaoke with Lando would, and i'm not exaggerating, mean everything to me. i am in love with just the idea of this.

thank you for supporting me through the many phases of this blog and for entertaining my every thought/idea. adore you, mel💛 i hope you enjoy this blurb that was meant to be 300-400 words but ended up being 800+ lol

celebration post: here

Drunk Karaoke with Lando Norris under the cut😊

You quickly downed the shot thrust into your hand – sambuca, which meant it absolutely came from Lando since he was the only one who knew of your preference.

He was on your left, sweaty and somehow wide awake despite the fact you’d been out for hours. Oscar was on your right, slowly swaying to the music with his eyes half shut. Somewhere across the club Charles and Pierre were dancing on an elevated surface while George videotaped them like a suburban soccer mom at her son’s first game. Here in Monaco, everyone partied post-race as if they themselves had made it to the top step over the weekend.

Out of nowhere, Lando fell into you as he shouted in your ear – “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

Oscar caught you before you could topple over, steadying you on your feet before shooting Lando a dirty look.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lando giggled. He centered himself and then put his hands on your shoulders, looking the most serious you’d ever seen him. “Anyway, do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Win at Silverstone? Become world champion?”

“Well, yes, but think smaller, you lunatic. Something I could do right now.”

“Out drink Max?”

“What? No, I don’t care about outdrinking Max, where did that come from?”

“Well, I just thought since he usually wins every race that you’d want to beat him at something – ”

“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” Oscar interjected. “He wants to do drunk karaoke. When we went out in Miami he was practically on his knees begging me to sing with him.”

A giant grin spread across your face as you playfully swatted Lando’s chest.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I happen to be an excellent karaoke partner,” you boasted.

Lando clapped his hands and jumped around like a toddler at your remark – “So, you’ll do it with me?”

Instead of answering, you snatched his hand and pulled him through the club at an impressive speed. You weren’t in a karaoke bar, quite far from it, but you planted yourself in front of the DJ booth and gestured to Lando. Security immediately pulled you both into the booth, perks of having Lando at your side, and the DJ of the night asked what she could do for you.

“Hi! Lando Norris wants to do drunk karaoke and I’m trusting that you can make that happen. It’s very important to him,” you professed.

“I think I might have a couple instrumentals or could make some magic happen. Any specific requests? You won’t have any lyrics on screen, though. And you’ll have to share a mic.”

Before you could ask what your options were, Lando was shouting, once again, in your ear.

“DO YOU HAVE THE SPICE GIRLS? THAT ONE SPICE GIRLS SONG?”

“Lando, we won’t have the lyrics,” you reminded him.

“I don’t need them,” he declared, crossing his arms with attitude. “Maybe you need them, fake fan.”

“I most certainly do not,” you yelled back to Lando. “DJ, roll the track. Pretty please. You're amazing."

She chuckled and handed you the singular mic, Lando immediately snatching it from your hands.

“It’s my dream, I get to hold the mic.”

You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile, stepping into his side as he threw an arm around you.

The deafening bass from the speakers grew quiet as the DJ addressed the crowd of people – “we’ve got a special surprise tonight! These two lovely friends of mine up here are going to perform a special number for everyone. Please welcome – ”

She paused, waiting for you and Lando to introduce yourselves.

“LANDO NORRIS AND Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Please welcome Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N to my booth. Show them some love!”

The clapping and cheering brought the volume in the club back to an obscene level – the loudest cheers coming from a VIP table not far from the booth where all of your friends had gathered.

Before you had a chance to feel the slightest bit self-conscious, the infamous laugh rang through the speakers and Lando was scream-singing into the mic.

“YO, I’LL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT!”

The two of you in perfect sync, passing lines back and forth, singing (if you could call it that) in unison during the chorus. You could have sworn you heard George shout out that this was “his song” and Max was most definitely telling anyone who would listen that he personally knows Ginger Spice.

You tore your eyes from the audience to look at Lando – the smile on his face rivaling the brightest sunny day. With his arm around you, squeezing you to his side, your closest friends cheering for you, your heart was sure to burst from happiness. There was no place you’d rather be in that moment than making a drunken fool of yourself with the most important person in your life by your side.

And if Lando was thinking the same thing, about how he was happier in that moment than he’d ever been, podiums and race win included, he’d keep that to himself for just a minute more.

#forzalando 3k #sof1shticated #moots💛#lando norris blurb #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff

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writtenbyan-aries · 1 year ago

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literally anything that’s dom!colby or sam please !!! love ur work !!

Enjoy!

Prompt: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, Vampire!Solby, NewbornVampire!Reader, blood sharing, blood drinking, animal hunting, reader and Sam argue, dominant!Solby, thruple acts, rough actions, kissing, biting, unprotected threesome sex, choking, hair pulling, oral (give and receive) , creampie, absolute filth

NewbornVamp!Reader doesn’t know how to control everything yet, so the vampy powers are through the roof. Sam also goes kind of nuts because of how much he cares but reader puts him in his place 🤭 Katrina is also mentioned as a witch in this! Enjoy!

Word count: 3.3k | not edited

You pace back and fourth over the hardwood floor of Sam’s room, letting out a huff when you finally hear the front door open, “Thank god.”

“I heard that.” Colby says as he walks in, smirk plastered on his face.

You roll your eyes, not really in the mood for jokes. Since you turned, you’ve been locked in the house, or when people come over, ones of the human race to be more specific, Sam or Colby’s room.

“Still not in the mood I see..” Colby presses his lips together in a thin line as you shoot him a glare, “I haven’t felt sunlight in days, Colby.” You pace some more and run your hands up your arms, “I need out. I need blood.”

Your eyes meet his, “Fresh blood.”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he gets what you’re hinting towards. He tilts his head at the idea, knowing Sam wouldn’t like it and go on a rant about how it’s not a good idea.

But, Colby loved going up against Sam. They’ve always had a brotherly competition - With just about everything they did.

“I see.” He nods towards the window, “The sun is almost down, yeah? I’ll take you out when it fully sets.”

Your eyes light up and you race over to him, tightly gripping his bicep, “You mean that?” He smirks at the desperation seeping from your words, “Yes, sweetheart. You don’t need to be cooped up in here all night, too.”

You sigh, “Thank you, Colby.” You smile up at him, your ears perking up when you feel Sam enter the room, “Hi Sam.” Your voice is a whisper but you know he hears you.

“Hi, baby.” He says as he walks out around Colby, “Sorry for keeping you hostage.” His hands pull you into his body as his lips press to your forehead, “It’s for your safety, baby. We don’t want anything happening to you, you know that, right?”

You sigh, nodding against his chest, “I just want that frickin’ daylight ring already.”

“Kat’s coming by tomorrow.” Sam fills you in and you smirk, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have anywhere to be, tomorrow, yesterday.”

You feel Sam’s chest heave and Colby chuckles at your slight joke, “There’s our girl.”

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You slowly walk around the open doorway of Colby’s room and lean against the frame, “Colbs.” You whisper, biting your lip when his eyes lock onto yours, “It’s night time. Which means..” you speed over, jumping onto the bed with a smile, “It’s our time.”

“Damn right it is.” He leans in, “Gimme a kiss first.”

Your eyes move to his lips and back to his eyes as a smirk creeps across your face, “You know you’re not as mean and scary as you portray yourself to be.”

He tilts his head, “Do you want to go outside?”

You pout, nodding your head, “Yes please.” He smirks and gently grips your chin, “Good, now shut up and give me a kiss, so we can get your ass outside.”

You laugh slightly and lean in to close the space.

As soon as your lips land on Colby’s, it unlocks a whole new feeling for you, and along with your other senses, it’s heightened to the max.

You whimper against his lips, “I need..” You grip his shirt and pull him towards you, “More.”

Colby pulls you into his lap, your legs on either side of his body, “More.. what, princess?” He stares at you while he brushes hair from your face.

You sigh, leaning in to mumble against his neck, “Blood, good blood.. and you..” your lips press kisses against his skin, “And Sam..”

Colby’s grip tightens on your waist, your words enticing him, “Oh, fuck.”

This was the first time any of you have thought about sex, especially with you being, not just a vampire, but a newborn vampire.

The newly gained stamina.

The heightened senses and emotions.

Fuck, if you felt this needy just thinking about them, you were nervous to think about how you’re going to feel when it’s actually taking place.

“Tell you what.” Colby lets out a shaky breath and leans in, “Since Sam, was really-“ he furrows his brows and shakes his head, “-dumb enough to let you alone with me..”

He grips your chin, “I’ll take you out for an evening hunting session if-” He raises his brows and smirks, “-you promise me you’ll be a good little bloodsucker.”

You nod your head, “I’ll be good, I need blood, Colby. Please, come on.” You get up, pulling his arm to try and get him to move faster.

He chuckles at your attempt and shakes his head, standing up as you take a step back. He cups your cheeks, “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

You roll your eyes, turning to watch him walk over to where his sweatshirt lays thrown over the arm of his chair.

Your eyes move down over his torso and the way his muscles flex as he pulls the fabric down over his body has your pussy walls clenching around nothing.

You and Colby look at each other when you hear the front door open, “We’re still going.” You nod and Colby smirks, “I’ll follow your lead.”

You walk down the steps and Sam’s gaze meets yours, “Why are you so-“ his eyes move to Colby as his hands snake around your waist, “What do you two have planned?”

“Oh, not me. This is all her idea.” Colby motions to you and your mouth drops, “What happened to I’ll follow your lead?”

“What’s going on?” Sam shakes his head and looks down at you. You sigh, “Damon is ta-“

“No.” Sam shakes his head, “Not happening.”

“C’mon, brother. She’s been caged in here for the last few days, at least let her take a lap around the house.” Colby takes your side and Sam sighs, “One lap.”

You lean against Sam, your voice whiny, “I need blood.”

“Don’t worry, Sam. I told her I’d take her hunting for a rabbit or two if she was a good little bloodsucker for us.” Colby smirks as Sam looks down at you, “Mm, did you agree?”

You turn, laying your hands on his chest, “I promise I’ll be a good girl for you and Colby. I won’t run off, I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

And you did.

For first hour or so.

You listened to what Sam wanted you to do, succeeding with two rabbits, which wasn’t at all enough to make you full, but it was enough to cure the craving - for now.

As you’re walking through the woods, your mood lighter from this little hunting lesson you just had, you start to smell something - the thing you really want.

“Y/n No!”

Too late.

You’re gone, realizing what you’re doing as you come to a stop right on the edge of a path. You take a deep breath, looking down that dirt road that leads down to a popular hangout spot.

You hear people chattering, girls giggling.

You lick your lips, looking the other way and you see bodies appear on the path. You squint your eyes as the dark purple veins under them appear and disappear quickly, the smell of blood growing closer.

Sam and Colby were close, you could hear them bitching back and forth to each other.

For a second, you really thought you were finally gaining control over yourself. But, it wasn’t until you had your teeth sunk into the neck of the innocent woman walking by, that you realized you were so wrong.

“Fuck, fuck.” Sam groans, grabbing the one woman while Colby grabs the man. They compel each person and they slowly make their way back to their party, instructed to tell them that their friend went home and they don’t remember the freak from the woods who practically beheaded their friend.

Well, they didn’t say it like that, of course.

They got their point across before they both turned towards you. You drop the limp body on the ground and lick your lips, “I thought I could co-“

You groan as your back is slammed up against the nearest tree, “Wh- uh. Ow?” You look up at Colby and he glares down at you, “what happened to I’ll be a good little blood sucker, huh?”

You sigh, “if you would have let me finish speaking before throwing me up against a tree.” You raise your brows, “I was trying to tell you that I had a second where I thought I could control it, but she was hurt and then next thing I know, I’m attached to her neck.”

“It’s our fault.” Sam says walking up. He glances back, “We should probably get out of here. I’ll take care of the body, I’ll catch up with you.”

Before you can protest, Colby grabs your wrist and you take off in the opposite direction of Sam.

Coming to a stop, Colby turns around, hands on your waist, “How’d it taste?” You bite your lip, shrugging your shoulders, “Try it and tell me.”

You tilt your chin up a little bit and you smirk as you see Colby’s eyes shift before he leans in, licking over the semi-dried blood that ran down your chin and neck.

You grip his shoulders, stifling back a moan as you feel him kiss and nip his way back up to your lips, “I can’t wait to get you back home.”

Colby steps back and you look over as Sam, and before you can speak, he beats you to it, “That cannot happen again, y/n. Do you understand me?”

Yep, even as a vampire you still hate when Sam gets all stern with you.

You roll your eyes, letting out a quick sigh, “Yeah, yeah. Wont happen again, sorry.”

Sam reaches up, gripping your neck as he backs you up into another tree, “Do I look like I’m messing around?”

He raises his brows and you look at him confused, “Um, no?” You laugh slightly and Sam’s grip tightens, “Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

You clench your jaw, voice becoming a low whispers as he squeezes harder, “Sam.” You push his arm away and he shakes his head, putting his hand right back to where it was, “I just don’t really think you actually get it.”

You scoff, “Oh my god, Sam. Really? You’re acting like you didn’t have any slip ups like this when you were a new vampire.”

“I didn’t have two vampires trying to help me.” He argues back.

You glance at Colby who is standing there watching, waiting to see how this is going to unfold.

You all know how it’s going to unfold.

“Colby.” Sam says, eyes still on yours. Colby walks up next to Sam, head tilted as his gaze falls on your, “What’s up?”

Sam nods towards you, his hand moving to cup your jaw, “I think our bad little bloodsucker here, needs to be taught a lesson.” Sam leans in slightly, his thumb runs over your bottom lip, “Given a punishment.”

The wall of your empty cunt spasms around nothing as you let a whimper fall out.

Colby nods his head, dragging his fingers against your scalp to get a better grip on your hair, “Right before we left, she was telling me how much she needed us.”

Sam nods, biting down on his lip, “Is that so?” He tilts his head as you nod and he licks his lips, “Should be good for a few hours, yeah? Since you like to not listen, we’re going to fuck some sense into you.”

You whimper from both excitement and fear, nodding your head, “Please.”

Colby chuckles, reaching out to grip your chin to make you look at him, “Oh baby girl. We’re going to ruin you.”

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“You’ve driven me insane these last few days.” Sam mumbles before crashing his lips onto yours. He back you up to the bed and pushes you down, his body moving to hover over yours.

His eyes move to the dried blood that’s on your chin and neck, smudged from when Colby tasted it for himself.

His vampire look flashing through and you can’t help but smirk - and keep running your mouth, “All you want me to do is hunt animals. I don’t want to hunt fucking animals.”

“Then what do you want to do, baby?” Sam asks, his thumb trailing down your red soaked skin.

You swallow when you feel his hand slide against the side of your neck, “All I really want to do-“ your voice is quiet as you look up, eyes meeting his now darker blue ones, “-Is fuck both of you like an animal.”

Colby speeds over and he sits down next you, “You really are just a perverted little demon, aren’t ya?”

He rubs his thumb over your lips and you quickly part them, taking his thumb between. You let out a low hums as your tongue swirls around it.

“Fuck.” He curses quietly, “Our little bloodsucking slut.”

You moan at his words, nodding as he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, “Please.” You whimper out, “I promise I’ll be good.”

“Promising to be good, is way out the window, sweetheart.” Sam grips your neck and slams you back onto the bed, his body over yours as his face is an inch from yours, “Look at you, all bloody and turned on.”

You whimper, arching your back to get him closer to you, “p-le-“

Sam crashes his lips into yours, “Not another fucking word.”

You bite your lip, looking over at Colby and Sam turns your head back towards him, “mm. No. He ain’t saving you this time.”

You pout, reaching up to grab Sam as he moves off the bed, but Colby stops you. His fingers interlocking his fingers with yours before pinning it to the bed, “Let him blow off steam, baby.”

Sam returns, his clothes gone and he doesn’t give you any warning about him pushing your legs back and slipping his cock into you.

You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets below you as you squeeze Colby’s hand. Colby leans in, kisses down your neck as Sam holds his stare on you.

Slowly pulling out and thrusting back in, quickly getting into a rough, punishing pace that has you ready to rip Colby’s arm from his body.

You wanted to scream out his name, beg him to stop, but he was already mad at you, you didn’t want to push him over the edge completely.

You turn your head, moaning against Colby’s cheek. He tilts his head up, sliding his free hand up your arm before moving it to your neck, gaining a whimper from you before his lips are on yours.

“If you’re not going to have her mouth on your dick, then get out, Colby.” Sam groans , his grip on your thighs is definitely hard enough to leave bruises, but sadly, with your super healing ability, you wouldn’t get to admire them.

“Fine.” Colby sits up, removing any grip he has on you has you whimpering. Your eyes roll shut, your body tensing up in an arch as his cock repetitively hits your cervix, earning yelps and moans.

You feel the bed dip down by your head, Colby reaches down to brush hair from your face, “Open.”

You comply, looking up at him as he strokes his cock a few times before slipping the tip between your lips, “That’s it.” He breathes out, his hand resting on the top of your head as you work your way into a bobbing rhythm.

All of your senses are HIGH.

Sam is using that against you, mainly to try and teach you a lesson, but you sure has he’ll aren’t taking it as that.

“Gonna cum on my cock?” Sam asks, “I’m sure you’re all ready there.”

You pop off of Colby’s cock, your walls squeezing Sam like your life depends on it.

Until he pulls out.

Before you can say anything, you’re flipped over and pulled down the bed by your ankles.

Sam is now by your head, and Colby is now behind you.

Colby’s hands rib over your hips before he grips, lifting them up off the bed so your ass is pointed up, “i think this vampiness has made you hotter.”

“Hence why you need to learn how to control yourself, baby.” Sam runs a hand over your hair, moving it down to grip your chin, “Open wide.”

Colby slides in, causing your mouth to drop open which Sam takes to his advantage and pushed your head down onto him, earning a gag at the sudden feeling.

“Fuck, take it. I know you can.” Sam’s chest jolts out with each bob of your head. You moan around him, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

Colby’s hand comes down to leave a welted red handprint on your ass cheek. Your long moan from him is muffled by Sam keeping his cock in your mouth,

“Fuck, fuck. C’mon baby.” Colby groans, hands squeezing your hips harder as he tries to get you right where you want to be.

“Fuck.” Sam throws his head back, quickly returning to the sight between his legs. He lifts your head, watching as the tears spill over the edge, painting your cheeks with glossy lines.

“Are you going to listen?” Sam asks and you nod, moans falling from your lips as Colby leans down, his arm wrapping around your waist so his hand can massage your clit.

“Words baby, time for words.” Sam cups your cheek and you lose it.

“Yes! Yes! Yesyesyes.” You whine loudly, pushing your hips back to meet Colby’s thrusts, “Fuckfuckfuck.”

Sam watches your face, studying how its twists and turns with the pleasure you feel.

“Are you going to try and control yourself?” Sam again and you groan, “I said fucking yes, Sam.”

Colby’s quick to move and before you know it, you’re against the wall, Sam inches from your face, “I’m sorry, did I ask for the fucking attitude?”

You stay silent as Sam continues, “I’m sorry that me actually fucking giving a shit about you is so annoying that you feel like it’s okay to ju-“

Sam was on the bed.

His back against the mattress as your hand is around his neck, “I never fucking said that it was annoying and that I didn’t like it. I’m fucking losing it, Sam.”

He stares up at you, pursing his lips as he tries to hide his smirk.

You tighten your grip, “I swear to god Sam. I promise, I’ll work on controlling my impulses.. just..” you whine, “Just let me cum.”

He looks over at Colby and back to you, “If that’s what you want.“

You nod, not really knowing what you’re signing up for.

“Let me up and we can give that to you.”

Your grip loosens, but it wasn’t long before your back was against Colby’s chest, legs pushed up by Sam and your cunt is taking both of them beautifully.

“Just gotta be a good girl.” Colby groans in your ear, “Maybe if you’re good, we can reward you like this in the future.”

You whimper, “Y-yes. yes.”

Your eyes roll back, unable to process what either of them are saying to you anymore.

Colby’s arm goes to lay across your body, holding you tight as you feel his thrusts grow sloppy, same with Sam, “Cum for us, y/n.”

You look up at him, moaning as his name rolls off your tongue with such grace.

Your body was twitching, tensing up as your orgasm rolled through you, taking your energy with it.

You continue to lay against Colby’s shaking, your vision was blurred and you honestly felt weak.

“Here.” Colby bites his wrist, bringing it level to your eyes and you’re quick to look. You eyes turn red and veiny eyes, “Drink.”

You don’t hesitate, leaning forward you push his palm to your mouth and he gasps as your fangs sink into his skin, sucking away at his blood.

“That’s it, baby.” Colby whispers as he runs his free hand up and down your bare back, “Good girl.”

You were so lost in the bloodlust of Colby that you didn’t realize Sam made sure you were cleaned up.

You pull off of Colby, letting your head fall against his shoulder with a relieved sigh.

“You gonna listen to us now?” Sam chuckles as he brushes your cheek. You open your eyes, smiling as you see him through your blurred vision.

“Yes.” You say quietly, “I promise I’ll be a good little bloodsucker.”

“We just want you safe, okay?” Colby kisses your head and you nod, “I know.”

“We love you.”

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Okay okay okay, I kinda rushed this at the end but it still alright to me! Let me know how you liked it and as always, I love ya!

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padfootagain · 1 year ago

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Only An Almost (VII)

Chapter 7: Tender Bitterness

Hello!! Here is another chapter! So much angst in this fic, I’m sorry (no, I’m not).

I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 1759

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

“Stop cheating!”

“I’m not cheating!”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You can’t use the same word twice.”

“Since when?”

“Since it’s in the rules.”

“You’re just a sore loser.”

“I’m not, you’re simply cheating!”

You gave him a toothy grin, the kind that made you absolutely adorable, that melted Andrew’s heart…

“It counts.”

“It doesn’t.”

You pouted, gave him your most adorable gaze…

God, you were so fucking annoying…

Andrew heaved a frustrated sigh, hiding his smile and reddening cheeks by grabbing the pen and paper set next to your game of scrabble and your cups of tea.

He counted in silence the points that belonged to you and wrote them down. When Andrew looked up again, you were grinning, clearly proud of yourself. You were so fucking annoying…

… he wanted to kiss that smirk off your face.

It was raining, you were both too lazy to go outside. You had eaten lunch with some friends, including Sam and Daphne who were being unbearably cute together, although the stress of the wedding was growing week after week. You were the one to offer Andrew to drop by to play some boardgame or just watch TV, or whatever. ‘Hang out’, that’s how you called it. You wanted to spend time with him. And Andrew hesitated at first, he thought you meant that you wanted to have sex. And it sounded crazy, knowing how he felt for you and how lovely you looked today and how he wanted to touch you right now… it sounded crazy to think that he didn’t want to have sex with you. And actually, he did want you. If you offered now, he would definitely say yes. But this conversation of yours during your hike was keeping him up at night. He didn’t know what to make of it.

You would never give him a proper chance, he knew that now. The only choice that remained was to enjoy having you by his side for as long as he could, or stop seeing you altogether. He wouldn’t be able to be your friend now. Not after losing all hope, not after learning what it felt like to be yours and for you to be almost his… he couldn’t do it.

So he tried to put more distance between the two of you this past week. It didn’t really work, for the friends part of your relationship. But the ‘benefits’ were down to zero. Andrew wasn’t sure whether he felt good or bad about it.

“Thanks, Andy!”

He mumbled some incoherent answer, playing off annoyance, when the words had simply remained stuck in his throat as you beamed up at him.

Yeah, he wasn’t doing too well…

You both grew quiet as Andrew was thinking, staring at the letters displayed before him. He was losing, by a lot, but then again, his head was everywhere but on the game at hand. It was fun though, you were fun.

He laughed at another stupid joke you said, and forgot the word he had thought of to play. You were laughing as well, and he bathed in the warmth of your smile, in your witty remarks, in how much fun he was having. For a moment, the weight of your relationship was lifted from his heart and shoulders. After all, you could have shared such a moment being friends, or even in a relationship. You could have laughed with him like this too, if you loved him…

“And that is how I will die of boredom… you’re no craic!” you complained, pouting dramatically to make him laugh.

And you easily succeeded, he giggled and it made him blush, the way his heart skipped a beat at how adorable you looked.

“If you stopped talking, maybe I’d be faster.”

“Are you blaming me for your lack of vocabulary?”

“Sorry, who writes lyrics here?”

“Sorry, Mr. Poet. I know your art demands patience and devotion.”

“Exactly, so please, be quiet from now on. I must summon the Muses.”

“If I shove the letters into your mouth, will that help, Virgil?”

“So violent…”

He was struggling not to laugh too loudly all the same.

“Feed the board. It demands your offering.”

“You’re fucking mad.”

“Says you!”

“Says me… here you go.”

He placed a word on the board, nothing too fancy, nothing that would allow him to win. You glanced over at the letters he had left and frowned.

“You could win more points if you moved your word and used the plural.”

“Really? I didn’t see it. Too late now.”

But you picked up the letter, moved his word around.

“Isn’t that cheating?” he chuckled.

“I’m just helping. You’re not focused today.”

Your voice was infinitely gentle as you spoke, there was worry tainting your tone. Andrew looked up at you with a questioning frown.

“I just… you look… you seem a little off these days, Andy,” you went on, clearly cautious in the words you chose. “Is everything okay?”

He struggled to swallow.

“’Course. I’m fine.”

“You know you can talk to me if something’s wrong, right?”

But Andrew shook his head, offering you a reassuring smile.

“I’m perfectly fine. There is no need for you to worry.”

The look you gave him pierced his heart. You looked at him like you… like you were hurting with him. How ironic, considering that you were the reason his body and soul were aching now…

“I’m worried about you. I hate seeing you sad.”

He let out a bitter scoff, he couldn’t help it.

“Like you care,” he spat with more venom in his tone than he meant to let out.

You looked at him with wide eyes, blinking in surprise.

“Of course, I care… why would you say that?”

“You…”

He heaved a frustrated sigh.

“Never mind,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What’s wrong with you? We’ve been friends for years, you’re… you’re one of the most important people in my life… how could you say that? God, we… we’ve slept together. And you think I don’t care?”

His jaw clenched, he struggled to blink tears away. He took in a deep breath.

“I… I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m a little lost. In my life, I mean. In… in everything… I don’t know what to do.”

You silently invited him to keep going. The rain was louder outside, the sky so dark you could have turned on the lights.

“I… I don’t know… I have a decision to take, and I don’t know what to do.”

“You don’t want to tell me the specifics?”

“No… honestly, no, I don’t want to.”

“Okay. Well… what would make you happier? I reckon that’s all you need to ask yourself.”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’m gonna be on the losing side no matter what.”

Slowly, you nodded, but your frown was enough to tell him that you had no clue what he was talking about. You pondered his words for a moment.

“Y/N… I don’t think you can help anyway. I just have to figure this out on my own. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’m fine. I’m simply worried about something, that’s all.”

Slowly, you nodded, although you seemed unconvinced.

“Can I do something to make you feel better?”

You opened your arms for him.

“A hug?”

He chuckled fondly at you. Even if he tried to be mad at you, he simply couldn’t. You were too sweet for that…

“Sure, come here.”

You yielded easily, standing up to hug him. Sitting in his chair you were a little taller than him, for once. He breathed deeply your scent as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He felt his bones melting under your touch as you stroked his hair, a palm splayed reassuringly across his spine, as if to support his frame. You kissed his forehead, and he almost cried with the tenderness of your gesture.

He held you tightly, more so than he should have, but you didn’t seem to mind, accepting the way he clung unto you.

“What if I ordered some pizza and we watched some disgustingly sweet movie together tonight?”

He hummed in approval.

“Sounds nice,” he answered in a sigh.

“If you’re nice to me, I’ll let you have some of my favourite whiskey.”

“When am I ever not nice to you?”

“When you try to prevent me from cheating at scrabble?”

“It’s called being a law-abiding citizen. You should try sometimes.”

“Huh, huh…. No thanks. I’d rather remain a rascal.”

He chuckled into your neck, sending vibrations through your skin, and he noticed the way it made you shiver.

God, if you held him like that, if you reacted this way to him… it ought to mean something… despite his job and the odds, perhaps one day you would…

He looked up at you when you gently pulled on his hair to guide him away from your neck. He thought you wanted to break free from the hug, and he almost protested, but then both of your hands were gently cradling his face, your thumbs brushing his bearded cheeks. Before he could realize what you were doing, you were pressing your lips to his, in the gentlest, most tender kiss he had ever been given. It was loving. He was shocked by the intimacy of it, how much care and love you were putting into the gesture. Andrew couldn’t remember ever being kissed so lovingly…

When you pulled away, he had to blink a few times to force his brain back into action.

And you looked down at him with so much fondness in your smile, as if you felt the same adoration that coursed through every fibre of his being every time he looked at you, every time he as much as thought of you.

And what if he could change your mind?

None of you said anything. Andrew buried his face into your neck again, held you tight, and you welcomed him in your embrace with a pressing of your lips to his hairline. Not a kiss, just a resting of your lips onto his skin. You inhaled deeply enough for him to hear it, to think that perhaps you were committing his scent to memory too, the same he did with yours. And all the while, there was nothing sexual in your gestures. Only comfort and kindness and maybe even love, Andrew was foolish enough to think of the word.

There was no way you could have held him like this, and not feel a thing… right?

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holdmytesseract · 10 months ago

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moodboard by @mochie85 divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Three - Loki's Bachelor Party

Warnings for this Chapter: alcohol, partying, Scott as a stripper – kind of? also fluff

Word Count: 3,6k

a/n: I absolutely love the gif for this. Fight me. 😂

Once again goes the shoutout to @sagitternolunaspace for the Midgardian (pre-) wedding traditions! Thank you! And again a thank you goes out to everyone who helped me along with this chapter!

💍 Chapter Two °☆• Chapter Four 💍

You had been barely swept away from Loki by Natasha, Pepper, Jane and Wanda, when the god returned to the now empty apartment in the tower he shared with you. Once the door fell gently into its hinges behind him, he snapped his fingers; causing his Asgardian armour to melt away from his body - leaving him completely nude.

Loki ran a hand through his untamed raven curls, while he made his way to the bathroom. It was time for a shower. Time to get rid of all the stains which had left the mission on his skin.

The warm water massaged his muscles and helped him relax. It usually always did. The god loved a good, hot, relaxing shower after a mission - and if you'd join him, he loved it even more. If the girls wouldn't have stolen you away for your bachelorette party, Loki would've totally taken you with him, but well...

You had discussed this Midgardian pre-wedding tradition with him already a few weeks ago. It was something you were eager to have - and your friends didn't let this tell them twice, of course. They were more than happy to plan the party for you and surprise you.

As for Loki... The god wasn't sure about it. He understood the concept of this tradition. You had explained it, but he didn't know if he should like it or not. Alcohol, silly costumes - or well, T-Shirts and Strippers in the most cases? Tendencies to no. Hence, Loki didn't even know if his oaf of a brother would think so far to prepare something for him and he was convinced that the other male Avengers certainly wouldn't do it. Why should they?

Back when Thor married, he didn't have a bachelor party, but only because he did not know of such a tradition. When you gathered up Jane for her party, it was already too late - given the fact that you all were on Asgard at that moment in time. So, no Stark or Rogers who could saunter through the golden palace doors and pick up Thor for his turn.

Loki laughed to himself. As if Roger would ever do that... He would have to remove the stick up his ass first.

With a sigh, the god turned off the tab, reached for his towel and stepped out of the shower. Thick, hot steam had gathered inside the room; fogging up the mirror. Loki dried himself, went through his after shower routine and lastly put on fresh underwear. Then he cleaned everything up with his seidr and left the bathroom.

His next destination was the bedroom he shared with you, in order to get dressed - preferably casual. In the closet, the god found his favourite grey sweatpants (What a shame it was that you couldn't be here right now and admire the things this specific kind of trousers did to him.) and a loose black t-shirt - perfect for a lonely and lazy afternoon, evening and unfortunately night.

Loki then paid the little shelf in the living room a visit, which was stuffed to the brim with books. The chosen one was a old Norse romance - one of your favourites. Book in hand, the god made himself comfortable on the sofa; ready to get lost in a fictional world.

Unfortunately, he didn't quite get that far...

Barely ten minutes in, a loud knock sounded from the main door. Loki's eyes lifted. Another knock - followed by further knocks. "Oh for the Norns sake..." The god cursed; laid the novel aside and stood up. It knocked again. "I'm on my way!" He grumbled annoyed and at last opened the door for the impatient visitor - and once he did, his eyes almost popped out of his head; jaw slacking.

It was none other than his oaf of a brother, of course.

Thor had the brightest smile on his face which must be physical possible. Nothing very unusual. It was the dress up that shocked Loki... His brother wore black leather trousers and a emerald green t-shirt, on which stood in big golden letters: Loki's Bachelor Party. And the worst was the huge, very unfortunate taken picture of himself, which was printed on the t-shirt as well.

He couldn't be serious right now...

"Thor... What in Odin's name is that?" The blond god giggled and proudly displayed the t-shirt. "Do you like it, brother? I created it myself!" He boasted, but added seconds later in a whisper after Loki gave him a disbelieving glance: "Alright, alright... Jane helped me quite a bit, but... Shhhh. Don't tell the others." "Others?" The younger man asked; blinking.

Thor started to smirk again. "Of course, brother! We are not celebrating your bachelor party alone - if that is what you think." The black haired god looked once more incredulously at his older brother. "Bachelor party?"

Thor sighed and shook his head. "For somebody so utterly witty and clever, you are really stupid sometimes." The blond gestured towards his green t-shirt again, "You did see what it reads, brother, didn't you? 'Loki's Bachelor Party'!" before he reached inside his seemingly endless leather pocket and pulled out another emerald green t-shirt. "Now let's go, brother! Get changed! It's time to celebrate!" Thor threw the t-shirt at Loki, who caught it effortlessly.

"T-Shirt, black leather trousers and black boots. It's the, uh, dress code - like the Midgardians say. Five minutes, then you shall meet us outside. You will be awaited." Loki wanted to say something - anything, in order to protest, display his discomfort and especially ask his brother if he had lost his last remaining braincells, but before he could, Thor had already walked away.

Loki sighed as he closed the door shut; pinching the bridge of his nose. He clearly didn't want to do this. He refused to do this. After all, who knew who his brother had invited to this ridiculous Midgardian pre-wedding tradition party? Nobody of the male Avengers liked him that much to spend a great amount of time with him on a party for him.

At least that was what Loki thought.

The god wanted to call his brother; tell him that he would not attend this... bachelor party. He had already picked up his phone; thumb hovering over the green button beside his brother's name.

But then he remembered a conversation he had with you not such a long time ago...

"A what?" The raven haired man asked; eyebrows slanting. You giggled beside him. "A bachelorette party, babe. It's a Midgardian pre-wedding 'tradition'. The female friends of the bride organise a day - or a weekend, where they take her somewhere in order to celebrate the fact she is going to marry. Commonly - I'd say, it is an evening, where they party, have alcohol and mostly book a stripper." "A stripper?!" Loki shouted out; almost horrified. You nodded. "Yeah, it's, uh, I don't know... It's somehow a thing for such partys. After all, they are celebrating the bride's last days or weeks as an unmarried woman..."

"Yes, darling, I think I understood the concept, but... A stripper?" Your fiancè shook his head. "I don't want this. I don't want another man stripping for you."

You kinda saw that coming. You knew Loki was very... territorial when it came to other men. He always had been and you couldn't deny that you loved this about him. You were the only one for him - the only woman he'd ever lay his eyes upon, and it should be the same for you.

"If the girls really do that, I will refuse, okay? I promise, I won't watch that man strip for me." Loki shot you a relieved, almost thankful smile. "I appreciate this a lot, my love."

There was silence for a few moments, as you walked side by side, until... "The same usually goes for the bachelor party as well..." Loki wasn't stupid, of course. He could connect the dots quickly. "Female stripper?" The god asked; swallowing. "Almost, babe... I'm sure you heard of clubs with a lot of stages and poles in it? Seats and sofas where men - and women can sit, have a few drinks and watch half naked - or naked, who knows... Women dancing at those poles?"

Loki knew what you were talking about. He had been quite a few years on Midgard now; having definitely heard of such... establishments. Before he met you, such a thought would've peaked his interest, without a doubt. Beautiful ladies dancing at poles and showing off their curves? Which man wouldn't be intrigued? By the Norns, he would've probably spent various nights there already, if he was still the same god he was years ago - but he wasn't. Meanwhile, the thought of such clubs was everything but a turn on. It disgusted him, because if he went there, he would disrespect you. Yes, Loki would probably go as far and say he would cheat on you - and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Your fiancè scrunched his nose. "Love, alone the mere thought of such an establishment disgusts me. I am yours - and only yours. I don't want to see other half naked women dancing for me. They don't deserve my attention. I swear to you, Y/N, I won't ever set one foot in such a club. Not under any circumstances. Never." You blinked; were quite a bit... shocked? Sure, you never discussed that topic, because there hadn't been a reason, but... All your ex-boyfriends would've salivated at the mere mention of such clubs...

"You seem surprised, my love?" You blinked again. "I-I, no, I... It's not that, babe. I'd rather say I'm shocked about the fact that all my ex-boyfriends wouldn't have said no to such a club night and you..." Loki raised an eyebrow at you; a look of disgust on his face. "Pft..." He scoffed. "Mortal men... They never fail to shock and disgust me. It's almost embarrassing that they still don't know how to cherish, worship and appreciate a woman and the love she gives them."

You couldn't help but smile; feeling pure love pumping through your veins for the raven haired god walking beside you. You reached for Loki's hand; slipped your fingers through his and gave them a squeeze. "Have I already told you today how much I love you?" Your fiancè chuckled. "Yes, darling. I believe about five times." You shook your head. "That's not enough... I love you, Loki, with all my heart."

The god stopped abruptly in his tracks and reeled you in, causing you to squeak up and crash against his muscular chest. A strong hand kept you from rebounding and pinned your body against his. "I love you even more, my darling," Loki whispered and caught your lips in a feverish kiss; not caring the slightest that you two were actually on a walk - in public.

"Let's say the unthinkable happens and Thor organises a bachelor party for me... What am I going to do? I don't think I'm the right person for such things - and not really best friends with the other... men in this compound." You smiled gently up at Loki; once again giving him a loving squeeze. "I know what you mean, babe, but... If the boys, or just Thor - whoever throws a bachelor party just for you, I'd say it's a huge gesture. Give them a chance, please? See how it goes and then decide."

Give them a chance, please? Your words echoed through the god's head on repeat. He swallowed hard; pondering what to do, but in the end he closed the contacts app on his mobile and placed the little device on the sofa. With long strides, he moved to the bedroom to change his clothes - again.

A look in the mirror told him, that the decision he made was probably already not a wise one. The t-shirt looked... interesting. He didn't really like it, but if he wanted to participate in that game, he had to play by the rules, right?

Running a hand through his raven locks and collecting a few things he'd probably need on this 'party', Loki then closed the main door of your shared apartment behind himself. Taking a deep breath, the god made his way down to the first floor.

The moment the metallic doors slid open, he could already hear voices. His brother, of course; Laing, Banner, Stark... He fought the urge to roll his eyes and stepped out of the elevator.

Tony was the first to notice him. "Reindeer Games! There you are!" All eyes were on Loki now. "Man, I honestly didn't think he'd come...," added Bruce in a whisper, whereas Thor and Scott smiled brightly. "But my brother did come!" Thor boomed and made his way over to him; slamming his meaty hand on his left shoulder blade; causing Loki to grimace in slight pain. "He truly is here!" The blond continued. "No illusions!" "And he's wearing the t-shirt! Suits you, bro!" Scott smiled like a little boy in the candy store.

"Well, yes," Loki answered and adjusted the t-shirt - which everybody else wore as well; trying to stay cool. "Admittedly, I pondered to just call my brother and tell him I rather prefer to read, but... I thought I give this-" He gestured around. "-a chance."

Thor patted his shoulder once more. "Wise decision, brother. Now let us go. A merry time is awaiting us!" "Poetically put, Point Break." Stark commented; passing the two Asgardians by. The other two men followed. Loki watched them leave the building through the main doors, where already an all black bus - yes, bus, waited.

The god grimaced. He could've relinquished the sight of Tony Stark in black leather trousers.

Loki found himself in a so-called 'party bus' again. Like the name already said, it wasn't a normal vehicle with seats. The interior looked more like a disco than a bus... Loud music, tons of alcohol and bright lights. The god didn't really like it at first; was still reluctant and kind of mistrustful. He still couldn't believe that this - whatever it was or going to be, was for him. For his bachelor party.

While the others were already in party mode and having fun, Loki sat in a corner with a drink in his hand; observing - until Thor made his way over to him.

"Brother!" The blond shouted through the music. "Do you like our surprise?" Loki hesitatingly shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I-" He got interrupted by Tony, suddenly shouting at the two Asgardians through the music as well. "Point Break, Reindeer Games, c'mon! We arrived!" And with those words the music stopped abruptly, just like the bus.

Loki frowned. "Arrived? Where?" Thor just grinned at him; the conversation he just started already forgotten and gripped his arm; pulling the younger god to his feet. "Let yourself be surprised, brother, but I can assure that you will like it."

And Thor should be proven right...

The building before the group of men stood now, wasn't just a building... It was huge and filled with dozens of different parcours; built for a game called Lasertag. Tony didn't need to explain much, since the game itself was kind of self-explanatory.

"Let's go, dudes!" Scott chirped like a little school boy; was totally excited and already made his way to the entrance. The others followed.

About twenty minutes later, after they all got a instruction and their attire, the Avengers decided which parcour to play first. Loki looked around. "Can we just choose anyone we like? I mean, what about the other people here?" The group started to laugh; giving the fact that the usually so attentive god didn't notice it yet.

"There are no other people here, today, Loki..." Bruce started to explain. "Tony rented the whole thing for us."

The god blinked. "The... whole thing?" He asked; quoting Banner. They all nodded. "Yes, of course the whole thing. Unless it wouldn't be fun." Stark shrugged his shoulders; looking around.

Loki blinked again. He was confused - but probably in the best way possible. "Why? Why would you all agree to celebrate this Midgardian tradition with me? For me?" The four other men exchanged a few looks, before Tony took a step closer to the tall, dark god; awkwardly placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Because you're one of us, Reindeer Games. You're an Avenger - even if we don't always get along and approve of this, but you are." Bruce nodded; agreed with the billionaire. "Tony's right. You earned your place. You proved us and the world wrong. You can be good - when you want." Scott nodded approvingly. "Yeah, man."

Loki swallowed hard. To hear such words had always seemed to be in far distance for him. He would've never... never anticipated or expected that the team would accept him one day. He thought they'd see forever the psychotic, maniacal killer they always had seen in him... Apparently not anymore...

"I..." Again swallowed Loki hard. "I don't know what to say, except... Thank you. Truly. I mean it."

The mood was on the verge of getting very emotional. But before that could happen, Tony eased the situation up. "Yeah, well, your soon-to-be wife played a huge roll in this all, but don't get too comfortable. You are still a pain in the ass."

Loki just smirked; gave the billionaire his best, mischievous smoulder. "Vice versa."

It was already pitch dark outside, when the small group of men emerged from the Lasertag 'arena' again; laughing and smiling. Loki would've never thought that he could have so much fun with Thor, Bruce, Scott and especially Tony in his 'free time'. Perhaps you could blame it on the small amount of alcohol running through their veins, but who knew?

"I did not know that this... Midgardian game was going to be so much fun!" Thor boomed; walking besides Loki and Tony. "I told you, Point Break, haven't I? Just like I said that your drama queen of a brother was going to like it." "Indeed, Stark." "You do know that I can hear you?" Loki threw in; causing them to snicker - almost like little school girls. The raven haired god just rolled his eyes in mock offence.

The group made their way towards the party bus again. Happy already waited in front of the big, black vehicle for them to return. Of course, Tony had hired him as a driver.

Only now did Loki realise, that Happy was dressed in the same clothes as the rest of the men; paired with black sunglasses.

"Happy! Are we ready to go?" The friendly bodyguard nodded; adjusting his glasses. "Sure, Mr. Stark. The bachelor party is ready to roll on." "What are waiting for then?! Let's go, Reindeer Games! Time to really celebrate the fact that someone is willing to marry you."

Loki wanted to give a snarky response, but a clap on his back from Thor caused all the air to escape his lungs and the words to die in his throat. "Come, brother! Stark is right!" Grumbling under his breath, the god followed the others inside the bus.

It took him a little while to get comfortable and especially to just let go and - he repeated your words in his head... Give this a chance.

And he did.

The music was loud; echoing through the whole bus. Alcohol was flowing and Scott had already reached the level where he was awkwardly dancing around a pole in the middle of the bus - much to everyone else's entertainment. One thing was sure, though... Loki had fun, was definitely a bit tipsy, but also the most sober one. He hadn't had a single break yet from the loud, deafening, colourful and amusing chaos around him. Well, he went outside for a moment to call you, since he saw that you tried to call him, but that was hours ago and didn't really count as a break, did it?

A look on his mobile told him that it was already way past midnight. Usually, at this time, the god laid curled up in bed with you, but you weren't here and the alcohol and adrenaline in his bloodstream kept him wide awake.

"Hey! Guys, guys, guys!" Tony suddenly turned down the music; causing all eyes to land on him. "I have 'n idea." He prompted; swaggering over to the others. "What 'bout we ask Happy to take us to a strip club, huh?" The other three men were way too drunk to think straight and so they all agreed - except Loki.

The god shook his head. "Stark, no." Tony raised an eyebrow; looking at the raven haired man in disbelief. "Sorry, princess, I think I misheard ya. Did you say no?" "Yes. I won't go to a strip club with you." Tony started to pout like a toddler. "But why not? Lots of pretty ladies, Reindeer Games! They're gonna be aaaall over you!" Loki swallowed the anger bubbling up inside him. "That may be true, yes, but I don't want that. Y/N is the only woman for me. I don't want or need others."

Tony groaned and theatrically steadied himself on Bruce's shoulder; almost causing the doctor to tip over. "You're such a party pooper..." The billionaire shook his head, before pressing a button on his watch. "Happy, escort us to the next bar. Not strip club - unfortunately." Then he turned to Scott. "I s'ppose your performance has to be enough. Show us what ya got, Thumbelina." Lang didn't let himself tell that twice and Thor turned up the music again.

The party went on till the first rays of sunshine kissed the summer sky and the amount of alcohol coursing through the men's veins catapulted them into a deep slumber.

Loki awoke late afternoon that day, with a thundering headache and Scott cuddled up against him. The god groaned and grimaced. It had been definitely a night to remember.

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telvess · 2 years ago

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RoR: Morning with them (Hermes, Hades, Qin) 🔞

I've finally defeated my writer's block, at least a bit. And I swear I wanted to write something fluffy. Then why - for the Helheim sake - I ended up writing NSFW context again…?

Hermes

You were wakened by a morning sunlight. You opened your eyes and immediately regretted it, covering your head with the pillow to find relief in the partial darkness. The empty space next to you - where your hand expected to find Hermes - alarmed you, so you forced yourself to peek again. The feeling of disappointment woke you up completely. — Why are you leaving so early? — you mumbled, seeing him getting ready in front of the mirror. He was putting on a shirt, so for the last seconds you could see his naked back, which you had kissed many times last night. — Duty calls. — You’re god, you know? — you jumped out of the bed and hugged him from behind — You have the right to take the day off! Even as you interfered, Hermes buttoned his dress shirt. — I’m afraid the gods don’t have that privilege. — Really? — you sighed into his back — Even we, humans, figured that out! You saw his reflection in the mirror smiling at you. After the shirt, the time had come for a tie. — Let me — you offered help. Without a word, Hermes handed you the tie, and as you placed it around his neck, you felt his eyes on you. Since you were standing naked in front of him, your cheeks suddenly felt warm, and the situation didn't get any better as you remembered what happened last night. — Is everything okay? — Yes — you replied, however you didn’t have enough courage to look up. Otherwise, you would have notice Hermes’ mischievous expression, because - as always - he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. As you were tying a tie, Hermes’ hands appeared on your waist. He was already wearing white gloves and was now caressing your skin with the soft fabric. As his touch was leaving burning trace on your bare skin, your sensitive body slowly began to wake up. Hermes moved his hands to your back, where he raised them along your spine to reach your shoulders, neck and finally your jawline. You bit your lower lip and without second thought, you let your hands slide over Hermes’ collar to touch his neck with trembling fingers. — Patient, silly goose — his calm voice brought you back to reality — Tonight you gonna untie that tie as well. Your eyes met his. Hermes seemed amused by your confusion, but beside that you didn’t notice any sign of lying. — Will you leave that early the next morning too? — you asked. Then, to your surprise, Hermes just leaned towards you. Your lips moved instinctively as he approached closer to yours, meeting in a deep, promising kiss. Every time Hermes and you shared an intimacy moment, you slowly lost yourself in his firm hug and skilled tongue, but over time you started to realize that he was the one who was overcome with passion much more than one would expect. As if his perfect, unshakable image had loosened slightly, as if Hermes had finally forgotten himself in the endless years of tasks assigned by Zeus. Then again, something - perhaps his divine control or just aversion to being late - forced him to stop. Hermes was the first to regain absolute control over himself. The only things that gave him away was his rapid breathing and the messy hair you gave him, which was also taken care of very quickly. — Yes — he answered, calmly. It took you a moment to remember what you had asked him, and once you did, a groan of disappointed escaped your lips — However, tomorrow we will wake up much earlier. You smiled at the hidden promise in his words. Hermes checked himself in the mirror one last time before touching your jaw again and forcing you to look into his eyes. — That’s a good knot. Thank you.

Hades

You were lying partially on Hades’ chest and were leaving a trails of small kisses on his exposed skin. Some time ago, a faint light started to seep through the curtains, but you were already awake. Watching Hades sleep was something you never expected to do and you really hoped now that it wasn't a dream. As you left another kiss, you saw how Hades’ head moved slightly. — Oh? — he looked so adorable: sleepy eyes, messy hair and a very lazy smile. You felt so lucky that you had witnessed this side of the king of the Underworld. — Good morning — you smiled back. — Morning, my queen — Hades ran his fingers through his hair, making them even more dishevelled. — Did you sleep well? — you asked, trying really hard to hide your laugh. — Yes, but it doesn't compare to the awakening. Hearing this made you want to kiss him again, but now your fingers also explored his skin, following a track of his sculpted muscles. — Well… I didn’t mean to wake you up… — you kissed him again — It’s just… — and again, — … you teased me. — Oh, really? — Hades grabbed you with his large arms and rolled over with you, so that you were now underneath him. You laughed at the sudden change. For a moment he just looked at you without any particular expression, and then he leaned towards your neck, where he placed a very gentle kiss. His warm breath on your skin, especially on that sensitive spot he found out about last night, made you moan. Hades lifted his head just for a moment to show you his triumphant smile before returning to leave more kisses just below your ear. — You are… aah-h… so… You couldn’t control your body anymore, but was that a reason to be angry? Because you felt so good right now as Hades continued his journey down your chest to your breasts. You ignored weak resistance of your pride and closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. Hades’ lips around your nipples sent shivers your lower parts and as he licked and sucked on them, more moans escaped your lips. You grabbed his hair and arched your back in a fit of passion. — Now, now, who’s the teaser here… — you heard his quiet, deep voice. — Hades… His lips were replaced by his hands now, which slowly massaged your breasts, and Hades' fingers poked your nipples from time to time. — Just look at you — he said slowly — Very naked and very… mine. You couldn’t help but smiled. You opened eyes just to find him watching you. He reached for your head to brushed your hair behind your ear. — I didn’t know you’re such tamer. Hades laughed, his finger was curling your strand of hair. — I didn’t know that either. Looks like you drew it out of me. — Oh, so now it’s my fault? — Well… — he pinched your cheek — What can I say, that’s your charm, dear. You giggled. — Woah, quality save. Hades leaned towards your lips, but stopped an inch before he reached them. — You know, y/n… — he whispered — I'm not a morning person, but you're on your way to changing that. — You seem to have a lot of energy, my king. — And even more ideas on how to use it. Hades wasn’t lying, he had plenty of them.

Qin Shi Huang

You were a light sleeper, so when Qin sat at the edge of the bed, your eyes immediately opened. — Don’t go! — you muttered, and in a sudden burst of desperation, you clutched to Qin’s back and wrapped your arms and legs around his waist like little child. — I’m expected to, my sweet lady — said Qin, but his tone indicated he was open to conviction. — Yesterday you said that you expected your empress to speak loudly about her needs! — you remained — And today I expect you to stay and entertain me! You left a few kisses on his centipede tattoo that ran down his back and smiled in satisfaction as you felt Qin’s body tremble. You pretended to shudder with the cold. — Ugh! I’m so cold! Qin froze for a moment, the sculpted muscles on his back flexed and then before you could blink, he turned around and gently pushed you onto your back. — Cold? — said Qin, outraged — In the presence of the emperor? Unforgivable! Then he lay down close by and he whispered with a smile: — I will handle this matter myself. You giggled as he covered both of you with the duvet, and then pulled you into his chest. He held you tightly in embrace, with his face buried in your hair you felt his warm breath on your neck. — You smell nice — his words made you blush. You started massaging Qin’s muscular arm, feeling his bare skin with your fingers and listening to his slow breathing made your body completely relaxed, to the point where you had to fight with yourself to not fall asleep again. — Qin… — you mumbled. — Yes? — I’m sleepy… — That’s good to hear. You frowned but didn’t open your eyes. — No! I don’t want to sleep again because… because I hate waking up alone! You felt his grip tighten, and then his lips whispered next to your ear: — I’m never too far away. You opened you mouth and closed it almost immediately, feeling ashamed of yourself. — Well… You’re right — you said and sat straight— You have your responsibilities. You should go. — Oh? — you couldn’t help but smile at his disappointed reaction — The duties are where I am! Your attempt of withhold a laugh was mediocre, and soon the huge bedroom you shared was filled with loud laugher from both of you. Qin grabbed your arm and forced you to lie down next to him. — Here I thought I'd rest a little longer… — he sighed. — Oh, so you tried to use me as an excuse then! Qin presented you his false smile that he usually gives to unwanted advisors, and you stuck your tongue out at him in the response, then grabbed his cheek and moved his head towards you, so you could place a kiss on his lips. His hand appeared on your back almost immediately and the other one hid itself in you hair, pulling you closer to his warm body. — It seems you have a new reason to stay — you said once you stopped kissing and looked at the bulge in his pants. — Yes, and it requires an immediate solution. Qin touched your jaw and turned your face towards him. You could drown in his pure, innocence eyes, even now, when he had such dirty thoughts. You giggled, feeling sudden surge of shyness. Qin smacked his lips. — You shouldn’t make emperor wait.

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auras-moonstone · 2 years ago

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someone requested this but i lost it😫😫 the request asked me to write a story about reader being a streamer and jack and her meeting through one of mason’s streams. i hope you like it! 💖

locked up in your arms — jack champion

word count: 1,581

pairing: jack champion x streamer!fem!reader

summary: y/n’s crush gets exposed during her stream with mason, but luckily he feels the same.

Y/N HAD STARTED HER TWITCH CHANNEL PURELY FOR FUN, NEVER EXPECTING SO MUCH PEOPLE TO START FOLLOWING HER. She did pretty much everything—reactions to movies, music, chatting, occasionally gameplays. People were instantly drawn in by her charm, kindness and sense of humor.

And Mason Gooding had been one of them. He absolutely loved her channel, so when he saw Y/N was a huge fan of the Scream movies, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and asked her to do a stream with him. She, of course, said yes. The viewers loved their dynamic, and their shared streams became something they did weekly.

“You have gotten so much better at this game” Mason said as they finished playing Dead By Daylight.

Y/N grimaced “Sure, I still suck. I mean, my gaming experience starts and ends with the Sims”

Mason laughed, and was about to respond when the sound of his phone interrupted him. “Jack Champion just texted”

The girl gulped, hoping that the mic didn’t catch that. To say she had a crush on that actor was an understatement. Her face turned a dark shade of red, and prayed that it wouldn’t be that noticeable through the camera.

“He says, Mason tell the people I say you’re a sussy baka” the streamer read the text, trying not to laugh.

“Did he just say sussy baka?” Y/N pressed her lips together.

“Don’t make fun of my boy!” Mason warned her.

“I’m not! I thought it was ador- hilarious” holy shit she almost said he was adorable.

“And tell Y/N the Sims is a great game, and I bet she builds beautiful houses” Mason continued.

“I do build beautiful houses. Thank you, Jack!” she said, glad the stutter didn’t come into play.

oh god y/n is about to go into cardiac arrest

hey! don’t expose her lmaooo

girl is crushing hard

didn’t we know she had a crush on jack already??? have you seen her scream 6 reaction???

omg yes she totally thirsted over him for two hours straight.

Mason bursted out laughing at the comments. “I need to see your Scream reaction holy shit. Why did no one ever tell me?”

“They’re exaggerating” they weren’t. “And drop it! You’re not seeing the reaction”

“I so am” Mason said. “In fact, why don’t we react to your reaction?”

“Why don’t we end the stream and never talk again?” she frowned, acting annoyed.

“You’re so adorable!” he laughed. Mason actually thought she and Jack would make an excellent couple, and he was so going to make that happen. “Anyways, that was the end of an eventful stream. Now we gotta go, Y/N needs to put ice on her cheeks”

“I hate you” she said as she ended the video call.

Mason texted her a few minutes after the stream ended.

hey ur not mad at me, are u?

no, i’m not. i just am a little bit embarassed

now everyone knows about my crush

did jack say something? pls tell me he was not watching the stream anymore.

i don’t know. he didn’t say anything, so maybe he left before you exposed yourself

very funny

anyways he’s going to find out. people are for sure sending the clips 😫😫

why are you so worried?

it’s not like you’re going to meet him.

no i know

but idk, i don’t want him to think i’m a weirdo

for having a crush??

don’t be silly. he won’t, jack is the sweetest guy on earth.

okay fine

maybe you’re right

i’m overthinking as always :)

MASON ALMOST LET OUT A SCREAM OF EXCITEMENT WHEN THE TEXT ARRIVED. He had been pretty much hopeless about his plan, so he was caught off guard when Jack told him he was going to LA that weekend. Now, there was one last thing to do.

hey y/n/n

hey mason what’s up?

are you free this saturday??

yeah why?

devyn, jasmine and jenna are dying to meet you, so they told me to invite you :)

we’re doing a picnic!!

yess i’d love to!

GREAT I’M SO EXCITED

why?

BECAUSE😬😬

you’re so weird

thank you

see ya on saturday

Mason couldn’t shake the smile off his face as he opened the group chat he had with Jasmine, Jenna and Devyn.

she’s coming!!!

the ship is about to sail!!! 🚢

she’s going to hate me but it’ll be worthy

i still can’t believe how red she turned during the stream. she’s absolutely adorable

okay but can we talk about how smiley jack was when we showed him the clips???? he’s down bad too

that’s why i’m doing it. i wouldn’t if i weren’t sure they are attracted each other.

i can’t wait till saturday😫 they’re going to be so cute!!!!

he’s going to kill her with adorableness with his dad jokes

he already killed her with the sussy baka thing. i can’t believe he said that. he’s lucky he’s pretty

Y/N, AT THE SAME TIME MASON WAS TEXTING ON THE GROUP, OPENED THE MESSAGES APP. She had a huge smile on her face as she texted.

he really thinks he’s being a mastermind 😭😭😭 it’s so funny

i know 😭 i bet he’s planning everything on the gc with the girls. he has no idea. i feel powerful😎

you are so cute 😫 i can’t wait to hug tf out of you

cute? so, in your scream reactions you call me hot and say you’d be lucky to have been one of my victims and irl you call me CUTE? 🙄

you’re not ethan landry, jack

he’s top 1 on my love of my life list

what place am i in?

third

THIRD?? who’s second? 🥺

taylor swift

oh yeah. should’ve figured.

well, to make you feel bad, you’re in my top 1.

i don’t feel bad at all, jack

oh… well okay. i am totally fine being in your top 3, tbh. at least i made it.

NOW i feel bad😫

i really want to hug you, like the thought of it brings me butterflies

just a couple of hours left ❤️❤️

we have two entire days alone before we meet with the group

i can’t wait to see your pretty face in person🥹🥹

ughhhhhh

stop being so sweet when you’re not here😫😫

i’ll see you in exactly 8 hours :)

good night gorgeous 💕

night pretty boy 💖

Y/N STOOD IN FRONT OF THE METAL STAIRCASE, WITH A SIGN THAT SAID LOVE OF MY LIFE #3. She offered Jack to pick him up from the airport, so there she was, waiting anxiously for her boy.

She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. They had been talking for a while now—he sent her a dm only a few days after the stream, and had been talking non-stop ever since. Both of them have been open about their feelings for each other, as they were pretty obvious, and they basically acted like a couple. Even though that had never met in person, until now.

Jack’s heart stopped when he caught sight of the beautiful girl with the sign, which made him laugh a lot. He pushed through the people, muttering quick so sorry’s until he reached her. Y/N was looking up at him attentively, as if trying to take in every detail about him. The sparks in her eyes made his stomach go crazy.

“You’re real” he breathed.

“I mean, there’s this theory that we are actually characters in some big videogam-“

Jack grabbed her by the cheeks to pull her close to him, so their foreheads were touching. His smile could literally light up a whole town “You can tell me all about your interesting theories, which you know I love to hear. But right now I’m deciding if I should kiss you or hug you”

“In that order, please” she said, completely wonderstrucked by his close presence.

And so they kissed. Y/N found out Jack was a slow kisser, which she absolutely enjoyed because she never wanted that magnificent kiss to end. And Jack discovered Y/N was very touchy—her hands wouldn’t stay in just one place, but she explored every inch of visible skin.

“Now I want my hug” she said after a couple of seconds of trying to recover her breath. Jack threw his head back laughing before embracing her in the so awaited hug. “Yup, never leaving these arms” she squished her cheek against his chest.

The grip around her shoulders tightened “Thank god, cause I didn’t know how to tell you that you’re now forever trapped in here”.

“Um, could you please move?” one old woman said.

Y/N sighed as they pulled away “Taylor Swift was right when she said forever is the sweetest con”

“I’m sorry. You two are really adorable but I want to get home already” the woman said.

“No, it’s okay. We’re sorry” Y/N smiled kindly.

“Let us help you with your baggage” Jack offered, taking one of the suitcases while Y/N grabbed one of her bags.

“How long have you two been together?” the woman asked as they walked her to a taxi.

“Oh-uh…” Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. She wanted to think they were together even though they never said the word ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’.

“Three months” Jack spoke up. “We live in different states, but we talk everyday. We never made it official, but in case you were wondering, and this is for you too Y/N/N, I feel that we are a couple”

The woman looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer. The girl smiled brightly, feeling the weight of her heart evaporating “I feel that way too, Jack”.

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