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daughterofcain-67 · 1 year ago

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Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jensen had been busy but one day when he decides to surprise you just because he loves you. Simply meant for those who want to dance in the kitchen with your spouse for no reason, or go on old timey dates together.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None~ Just a short little one shot with Jensen fluff. Jensen being a reassuring husband. Husband Jensen x Wife Reader.

Jensen had finished up filming a little promo as Soldier Boy for Gen V, the spin-off for The Boys. He was excited to play that role again since he had a lot of fun with the character on The Boys to begin with. It was a matter of days until the promo was released to the public.

Things were going well for him right now. He had even gotten some news that he would be touring around with Jared and the Supernatural cast again for some conventions and he was more than excited for that! He would be leaving in a couple of weeks for that.

But until then, he was staying busy with some other roles or promotions or whatever was going on with the brewery.

This afternoon, however, he finally had some time off. He told you that he was going to be busy all day making some plans and arrangements for going to the upcoming conventions, but he just wanted to surprise you. Especially since he married such a busy little bee.

While he spent his time filming and tending to the bar, you had a career of your own as a costume designer for musical artists and some bands whether its for their music videos or for what they would wear for their concerts. You had worked with Selena Gomez, Carrie Underwood, as well as Amy Lee from Evanescence, just to name a few individuals from some different genres of music.

He knew you had an eye for detail and that was one of the many things he loved about you. Amongst other traits you have of course.

So after his morning errands were done, he stopped by the store to pick up some surprises for you, which lead him to where he was now.

He was carrying in his little surprise when he opened the door to find you cleaning the kitchen listening to some music. When he looked at the tv since that's what you apparently decided to use, he saw that it was some song called 'How to be a Heartbreaker' by Marina and the Diamonds.

It sounded pretty upbeat and he chuckled to himself when he saw you dancing around to the chorus of this song while you were putting something away in the kitchen. He couldn't help the smile that was forming on his face.

You were adorable and he couldn't believe he actually married someone like you. There was never a moment when you couldn't light up his world.

He walked over to you when you didn't have anything in your hands, then he wrapped an arm around you from behind. In his hand was a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because.

"Now who's heart trying to break?" He asked.

You nearly jumped when you felt an arm wrap around you from behind but you smiled when you saw the flowers followed by the familiar voice of your husband.

You looked up at him and saw the grin on his face that made your heart flutter since the first day you met him. People have said that the honeymoon phase doesn't last that long but for you, it was unwavering. Sure there's disagreements and imperfections like any marriage, but you two were able to make it work and that was what mattered the most. You hoped that you two would have a long marriage.

“No one’s. The only heart I have is yours, and I’d like to keep it that way.” You heard Jensen chuckle before he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

When he pulled away you smiled when you looked at the flowers. You took them before you got out of his grasp, “Thank you for these, they’re beautiful! But I thought your day was booked.”

“Well, I said that but I may or may not have bent the truth a little.” Jensen replied while you were looking for a vase. Once you found one you placed the flowers inside and set them on the table.

“You’re free the rest of the day? That’s great! I know you needed some rest from your busy schedule.” You smiled before you walked towards him. He took one of your hands and twirled you around before pulling you into his chest, then he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.

“It is. I know that I’ll be gone for a while with the convention too. I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can, and today worked out perfectly.” You grinned at what he said and you heard the tv change to a slower song. You put on a random playlist on Spotify through your TV so it was a little unpredictable about what songs they’d play since you didn’t look before you clicked.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” He smiled at what you said while he turned you around, placing a hand on your hip while keeping your other hands clasped together.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Dancing with my beautiful bride in our kitchen.” He replied and you snickered as you two started dancing around to whatever the song was. Based off the tune you could hear throughout the house it sounded like it was ‘Two is Better than One’ by Boys Like Girls. Perhaps your Spotify account was favoring some early 2000’s music at the moment.

As the two of you danced, you placed your head on his chest, smiling softly to yourself. It was the moments like these you appreciated most. You knew he was busy, but it was little things like this that let you know Jensen still cared despite his busy schedule.

You remembered the very first time the both of you danced as a married couple on your wedding day. It was truly the happiest day of your life. Your wedding was in the spring and you had an outdoor ceremony. All of your friends and family members were happy for the both of you.

“What are you thinking about, Love?” Jensen asked and you hummed a little.

“Reminiscing about our wedding.” You admitted.

Once the song was over, Jensen looked down at you before he kissed the top of your head. Then he got an idea.

“Why don’t you get dressed in something a little warmer and we’ll go out tonight? It’s supposed to be chilly this evening and I don’t want you getting yourself sick.” He said. You agreed and he watched you go upstairs to your room so you could change.

Once you were dressed in something warmer the two of you left the house so you both could enjoy yourselves. It had been a while since. You had a little date night.

He took you to a nice Italian restaurant where the both of you ate dinner and you had some dessert there. After that, he ended up taking you to a movie. However, tonight was your lucky night!

Jensen had managed to find a drive-in movie theatre. You thought those were practically extinct by now! But it was a sweet surprise nonetheless. You’ve always wanted to go into a drive in theatre and it was surreal that you were finally able to go. You both were even in the iconic ‘67 Impala that Jensen got to keep after Supernatural ended.

Everything felt so perfect.

You and Jensen were unbuckled and you were huddled together. His arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder as you both were looking at the screen watching ‘The Wedding Planner’ with Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey.

You knew Jensen wasn’t overly fond of romantic movies, and neither were you necessarily but you did like watching some of J. Lo’s movies every once in a while and you didn’t recall seeing this movie.

“Not even two minutes into the movie and she already reminds me of you.” You could hear Jensen say and you snickered.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“You seem to be a little bit of a perfectionist. A hard worker. Dedicated to your job. But you look much better in those little suits with those pencil skirts than Jennifer does.” He chuckled and you smiled at the last part.

“Well it’s not easy planning and designing what people are going to wear in front of millions, potentially trillions of people.” You reminded and he just grinned as he laid his head down on top of your own as you watched the movie.

You got to the part of the movie where the children’s doctor saved the wedding planner. How a meeting like that happened must’ve been more than random chance. It seemed like fate, then again so did a lot of scripts for romantic movies like this. But of course there was always that problem to make romantic movies a bit more complicated.

“Now that’s in poor taste… if you’re engaged, you shouldn’t go with another girl to the movies or dance with her in the rain. That is a sure fire way to mess with a woman’s heart.” You said.

“Well, they have to have some sort of plot twist for these movies ya know.” He reminded and you grinned and shook your head.

“Yeah I suppose you’re right.”

You two continued to watch the movie and saw that McConaughey’s character saved Lopez’s character not once but twice now. But of course there was always that argument between the two characters to create a little angst.

“I can’t imagine how many weddings she’s seen not work out. This poor bride is going to get her heart broken. She’s got the worst judgement.” You said and he hummed a little.

“Yeah.. the bride and groom seem to be so incredibly different. I get that opposites attract but this a little too much.” He said.

Watching the beginning of this movie you started to wonder about a few things.

“Jensen? Did you ever have doubts if we would work out? I mean, we both have busy schedules… what if one day we’re too busy for each other and what if what everyone says about the honeymoon phase ending and we just fall apart?”

Jensen looked down at you and frowned a little, “Where’s this coming from, Darlin’?”

“I don’t know… I just hear things about couples losing their spark and I don’t want that ever happening to us…”

Jensen shifted and cupped your face so you could look up at him.

“I’ve never had a single doubt about us. Not one.” He reassured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah you and I have busy careers.. That’s a part of life.”

“But the fact that you’re even concerned about something like that happening, and the fact that you don’t want the spark to leave either means that you’re willing to fight for us if that time ever comes. Sure for some couples the honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. But how do you think that couples married for over fifty years works out? They don’t let that spark ever fade even if it flickers from time to time.”

You gazed into his eyes and you could see the sincerity behind them. You smiled softly as you lifted your hand and caressed his face as he continued, “You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet the moment you said yes when I proposed to you. And I know that there is nothing you and I can’t do together. Our marriage will last a lifetime. I meant it when I said till death do we part.”

Your smile grew a little bigger when you remembered his vows that day. He looked so handsome standing there at the altar and you remember getting emotional when he said those vows that day.

“You’re right… No matter how busy we get, as long as we always make sure we take that time out for each other, as long as we fight for one another, as long as we love one another, then that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?” You said and he smiled.

“And I’ll love you forever and always.” He promised.

You leaned up and kissed him, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss causing your heart to flutter just like it did the very first time you kissed him.

Needless to say, this was a pretty good date night with your husband. He always knew what to say, and you knew everything he said was truthful. You knew that your marriage would last a life and you’d always be Mrs. Jensen Ackles.

Hey guys! I was just feeling like writing some soft Jensen content. Needed some fluff in my life. Hope this little one shot brightened your day and put a smile on your face! Love you all~

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taylor-swift-imagines · 2 years ago

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Break up prank

Pairing: Taylor Swift x (female) reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @girl-style-now

Request: Can you do Y/N pranking Taylor telling her that shes breaking up with her?

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Taylor Swift has been your girlfriend of five years now and you both couldn’t be happier, nothing else in the world made you both happy than being together.

You had been moved in with Taylor for about two years now, and things couldn’t get any better than this. You were both just so happy together, always snuggled up to each other on the soft sofa in her theater room, watching a movie while enjoying each other’s company. The most challenging part of this relationship is when you couldn’t make it on tour with her, and it saddened you that you wouldn’t be able to tag along on her Eras tour.

There were only a couple days left until Taylor leaves for tour and each passing hour was agonizing for you, as you wouldn’t see her for a few months. When the night before had arrived, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting tears roll down your cheeks at the thought of her being gone for so long, although you would Skype each other every night wasn’t enough for her. You needed to be with her in the flesh, but it’s not going to work for you this time. When Taylor first met you, it didn’t take long for her to understand that she was dating a prankster. Pranking was your favorite activity, but all of those pranks you pulled were harmless, but they got people extremely upset at you and you had even lost a few friendships to them. You’ve pranked basically everyone you know, everyone that is, except for Taylor.

As that thought had come across your mind, you got a wicked idea. You were going to do a break up prank on her just like on some of the YouTube videos you’ve seen couples do to each other. It’s one of the meanest pranks you could pull, and it could cost you a lot. But when you mentioned your idea to Taylor’s best friend, Selena Gomez, she wanted in on it. Selena was stopping by the following morning to help Taylor pack her bags and suitcases in the trunk of her car before taking to drop her off at her private jets. When the following morning arrived, you quietly answered the door when Selena texted you she was outside and ready to help you out. You went over to your big walk in closet and pulled out two black empty suitcases and took them with you outside to meet her.

The plan was now in action.

You watched from the side of the house until Taylor went back inside for her final bag and that’s where you come in asking for Selena to call Taylor back outside for a talk.

“Hey, Taylor? Could you please come back for a second?” She called.

Taylor reappeared and when she saw you with the suitcases of your own, she had a confused yet, very concerned look on her face before she started asking questions.

“What’s this? What’s going on, (Y/n)?”

“Well… there’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’m just going to come right out and say it.”

“Okay..”

Anxiety was pricking at Taylor’s heart as she thought she already knew what you were going to say, what this was going to be about.

“I think we need to take a break.. while you’re on your at least.” You say, looking away.

Selena had a guilty look on her face suggesting that she almost regretted helping you out on this.

“What do you mean? Have I done something to make you want to leave? How can I fix it?”

Taylor was frantic now as she continues to reason with you to stay.

“Can we at least talk about this-“

That’s when it hit Taylor that this must be one of your many pranks.

“Wait a minute… this is a prank, isn’t it?” She asks, sounding irritated.

“You guessed it! Selena here helped me out on it, too!”

Taylor looks over and spared a death glare at Selena before turning back to you.

“Don’t do that to me, (Y/n)! I really thought you meant that and you especially can’t do this to me right as I’m head out for tour!” Taylor sounded choked up as she says this, having you feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, Taylor. I never meant to scare you, it was supposed to be just a prank. I would never leave you, I love you too much.”

Taylor heavily sighs before engulfing you into a hug.

“I love you too, (Y/n). Just.. promise me you won’t do that again.”

“Of course, I promise.”

You weren’t able to make it for the drive to the airport due to online courses, so instead, you walk Taylor to the passenger’s side of Selena’s car and opened the door for her.

Taylor gave you a kiss before getting into the car, closing the door shut as you watched until the car was out of sight. This was the worst prank yet, but you loved each other so much to let anything come between your relationship.

Your love for each other was real.

This proves it.

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Requests: Open

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moorishflower · 2 years ago

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That long lost!Addams ficlet is a delight. You KNOW Gomez would be so absurdly proud if his new great x100 uncle then managed to bag an actual eldritch terror as a partner. Wouldn't even miss a beat.

"Hob Gadling," Dream says, and Hob makes a frankly embarrassing sound -- not a shriek, nothing like that, but maybe a startled yelp -- and jerks off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Dust from beneath the bed settles immediately in his hair, and the floorboards creak alarmingly under his weight, but, after a tense and breathless moment, nothing happens. Hob exhales, and finds himself looking up between Dream's long and slender legs. He's wearing skinny jeans, Hob notes, and he can't resist the urge to grab hold of both of Dream's calves, just above the ankle, and Christ, but he's so skinny Hob can nearly get his fingers to touch.

Dream only raises an eyebrow at him. "Why do you keep the company of witches?" he asks, and Hob strokes up the length of his legs, as high as he can reach, humming softly. His heart is still hammering with excess adrenaline, and he's got to channel it somewhere. Lust for his lover (partner? boyfriend? they haven't really discussed --) is as good a cause as any.

"Hello," he says, attempting to maintain some manner of social nicety. "Good to see you, darling, how's your day been, mine's been fine --"

"Hob."

"-- I only learned that I've apparently got relatives, still," he finishes, and Dream's other eyebrow joins the first. Hob uses Dream's ankles to hoist himself further from the edge of the bed, and then picks himself up gingerly, brushing dust from his hair, his shoulders. It falls down from him in a grey cloud, and he's not able to suppress a sneeze before he says, "Loads of them. From my mam's side of the family. Apparently she had a sister."

"And you decided to visit."

"There were extenuating circumstances," Hob says, thinking of the diary, the bidding war, Gomez's unflappable enthusiasm for the esoteric. "But yes. What's this about witches?"

"Many of your relatives are. Though this explains, somewhat. How swiftly and easily you took to immortality."

Witches are real? sits on the tip of his tongue, and Hob only narrowly swallows it back. "Am I a witch?" he asks, half-fearing the answer. It'd make his drowning in the 1600s a lot less poignant, maybe. If he's been a witch this whole bloody time, if 'witch' is a thing that's somehow separate and distinct from human...

"No," Dream says, and all the tension leaves Hob's shoulders at once. He sits back down on the bed with a shuddering sigh. It's a nice bed, a four-poster with a canopy, and Gomez and Morticia had reassured him that this room did not contain anything that lived under the mattress. The sheets are heavy velvet, in deference to the cold Chicago winter, and yesterday morning he'd woken up to the sight of Wednesday Addams standing over his bed with a morningstar in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. She had been contemplating the best way to wake him: by cutting his hair (he'd needed to explain to her that it would take time to grow back), or by caving his chest in (requiring a totally different, but no less important, conversation of its own).

"Good," he says, and Dream makes a low, thrumming noise, and straddles Hob's lap.

"You did not tell me where you were going," he murmurs, and strokes his thumbs down Hob's cheeks, catches his nail on Hob's bottom lip and pulls it down slightly to expose his teeth. "I felt you, still. In the Dreaming. But The New Inn was bereft of you."

"I didn't realize I was coming here until the second I did it," Hob admits, and Dream seems to take this in stride. "Besides. I've got no way to contact you. I sort of hoped you'd just...feel where I was."

"I did. I do. And yet. To hear it from your lips would also be...pleasing."

"You're allowed to say you're miffed, love," Hob says, and lays his hands in the cup of Dream's hips. Thin and bony and his. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was going. Maybe we can figure out some way we can talk not through the Dreaming, in future. Dunno if you get cell service there."

He means it as a joke, but Dream tilts his head to the side, considering. His thumb sweeps up from Hob's lip, touches just below his eye, the firm bone of the orbit.

"I will consider it," he says, and then bends down and gently covers Hob's mouth with his own. His lips are soft, and Dream always runs closer to lukewarm than he does body temperature, but now Hob gasps because Dream's mouth, when it opens against him, is chilled. Sweet and cool as wintermint, and his tongue licking at Hob's lips is like a round of ice that thaws and melts and slowly slips inside, until Hob can drink him the way he would snowmelt, held in the cupped chalice of his tongue --

"Dios mío," comes a familiar voice at the door, and Hob frantically pulls his hands from where they had been inching over Dream's arse, and then just as frantically tries to rearrange himself so that his erection isn't immediately visible. He's not sure how he manages this last, since he feels hard enough that it could be seen from space, but if that's the cross he must bear, then so be it.

Dream, as always, is utterly unflappable, and turns to the bedroom door looking every inch a king; he's wild-haired, Hob realizes, and the skinny jeans aren't so much gone as they are flickering, like a projector caught between two slides, flipping back and forth between Dream's usual peacoat and jeans, and what Hob's become used to seeing him wear in the Dreaming, what he thinks of as Dream's robe of office, flowing like ink, black as the starless sky.

Gomez, standing in the doorway, looks between Dream and Hob, and then a wide and cheery grin nearly splits his face in half.

"Mi querido niño! You did not tell me you had a paramour! And who is this enchanting creature? Gomez Addams, my friend, at your service!"

Dream blinks slowly, and Gomez, to his credit, does not come forward with a proffered hand or, thank God, a hug. Only beams at Dream from the doorway, until Hob's increasingly eldritch lover breaks the silence at last.

"I am called Morpheus," he says, "Lord of Dreams and King of Nightmares. Shaper of Form and Prince of Stories." He inclines his head slightly, and Gomez looks as though he might faint with delight. "And lover of Hob Gadling."

"You did not tell me you were royalty," Gomez says. He strides into the bedroom, and thankfully it's Hob he's bound for, Hob's hand that he grabs. "Royalty! Why, the Addams haven't hosted a king since good old Henry!"

"Which Henry?" Hob gets out, as he's forcibly removed from the bed and dragged, almost bodily, towards the door. Gomez is strong. He keeps forgetting.

"It doesn't matter! They're all quite dead. But yours isn't! Come, my liege! Allow me to escort you and your Prince Consort on a promenade of the grounds! Have you ever been to America before, sir?"

"I am a representation of all sleeping minds, and of the dreaming subconscious of all living things," Dream says, sweeping behind them, stately and imposing. "So. Yes."

"Oh, splendid! That means I don't have to explain baseball."

"What is happening," Hob whispers, as he's manhandled out into the hall. His mind is caught somewhere on prince consort and doesn't quite want to let go of it, but he feels like that's a conversation he ought to have with Dream in private.

And Dream looks at him, smirking faintly, his starlit eyes flicking from Hob's mussed hair to his kiss-pinked lips, and down to the way that Gomez so effortlessly steers him by the shoulder out into the manor proper.

"Family," Dream says, and reaches out, and laces his fingers with Hob's.

#hob gadling family values #my fic #ask response #the addams family #the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #gomez addams

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king-of-the-underworld-hades · 10 months ago

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You could do It wednesday x male ivar the boneless reader (vikings)

The Boneless. (Male)

Ivar is the 3rd best Vikings Character(in my opinion) Bjorn Ironside 2nd, Ragnar Lothbrok 1st

^ by Abimanyu on pintrest ^ link

The morning light hit your face and caused you to wake from your slumber. You grunted as you sat up, grabbed your legs, and swung your legs over the edge of your bed. Grabbing your walking cane, which you kept by your bed, using it to help you stand. The cane was a black ebony wood with Nordic runes running down it, the handle was the head of a silver raven with sapphires as its eyes. You gritted your teeth and groaned as you stood up stumbling slightly, you inhaled before letting out a sigh as you walked to your bathroom. You leaned on your bathroom counter and looked in the mirror. You had slight bags under your eyes and your neck long hair was slightly disheveled. You changed into your usual street clothes running your hand through your hair you looked in the mirror you heard your dorm room doorknob turning Instinctively you grabbed the one-handed axe that you kept in your bathroom, and you looked out the bathroom doorway and saw the door opening. "It's me," the monotone voice of your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams was heard as you sighed and put down the axe. "You almost ended up with an axe in your head," you said, your Scandinavian accent slightly showing, as she walked to you. She leaned on the bathroom door frame her eyes scanning and studying you. "What's wrong?" She asked in her usual tone of voice. "Noth-" "Don't lie," she said cutting you off. You sighed and ran your hand through your hair once more. "It's just..." "It's Parents Weekend or for you the weekend your brothers visit. And in turn some of the army," she states as she grabs the fold-up chair nearby, opens it, and forces you to sit as she starts to braid your hair. "I'm aware that your relationship with your brothers isn't the best but you can't be as Enid says "A Debby Downer" because of that fact," Wednesday says as you sigh once more. Ever since you two met she was probably the only one who could read you. And when you two started dating she was able to know why you were upset. Whether it be, because it's Parents Weekend or it's the anniversary of your mother's death. Wednesday finishes your braids and walks around the chair to get to the front of you cupping your face. "I am aware it's hard to see your brothers. Especially, Bjorn, but you can't let that affect you, Every. Single. Time," She said looking into your directly into eyes. You nod silently before she leans down and kisses you softly, you kiss her back matching her softness and love. She soon pulled away and helped you to your fest handing you your walking cane. You took it from her hand as she grabbed your free hand before leading you to the Quad.

Most of the day had gone smoothly. You met up with Pugsley, Uncle Fester, Morticia, Gomez, and Uncle Itt once again. You spent most of your day with the Addams Family but then you heard the steps of multiple soldiers coming into the Quad. Many of the families turned to looks as twenty Vikings emerged and lined up shoulder-to-shoulder. Then your three brothers walked down the path. Bjorn at the head, Ubbe to his left, and Hvitserk to his right. You stood at the end of the row... staring... and waiting. All eyes were on you and your brothers and Bjorn was the first to speak. "ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ, ᛒᚱᛟᛏᚺᛖᚱ,(Hello, brother)" he spoke in your native tongue. You simply kept staring at him. Not saying a word. Hvitserk was the one to break the silence as he walked past Bjron and grasped your shoulders smiling. "ᛁᛏ'ᛋ ᚷᛟᛟᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛋᛖᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ Y/N,(Its good to see you Y/N)" He said smiling. You smiled back. "You to Hvitserk," You said smiling until Hvitserk moved away leaving Bjron and Ubbe in front of you. "Well. Shall we sit?" You ask motioning to a free table. Bjorn and Ubbe both walked to the table Hvitserk followed soon after patting your shoulder as he passed you the soldiers soon following after. Letting out a sigh you felt the familiar cold hand of Wednesday cup your cheek. You looked at her for a second a small smile gracing your lips. "How was that?" "Good. You're keeping your anger under wraps," She said softly as she grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the other Vikings were. You sat down across from Bjorn, Ubbe, and Hvitserk with Wednesday to your right. Ubbe observed her for a second before turning to you. "ᚹᚺᛟ ᛁᛋ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ?(Who is this?)," He asked you before you could answer Wednesday answered for you. "ᛁ'ᛗ ᚺᛁᛋ ᛚᛟᚡᛖᚱ,(I'm his lover)" Your brother each looked at her surprised as you took a sip of ale.

The first day went fine but the second day was when all things went to shit. While conversing and eating with Wednesday's family you caught sight of someone... a blond blue-eyed woman. Anger surged through your veins as you stood up grabbed a knife and threw it at the woman barely grazing her shoulder before she could react to reach her axe in hand you tried to strike her but Ubbe got in your way stopping your axe and throwing you back with Hvitserk catching you. You tried to break free but both Hvitserk and Wednesday held you back as you screamed. "What the fuck is she doing here!?" The woman was still behind Ubbe staring at you and Bjorn checked the cut you caused. "Lagertha has every right to" "Bullshit!" You yelled cutting him off as you freed yourself from the grasp of your brother and girlfriend. "Y/N you need to forgive her," Ubbe spoke hand on your chest keeping you from getting any closer. "I can never forgive Lagertha for murdering our mother so how you, hm?" You asked as Ubbe shook his head turning away angering you more as you shoved him back. "Our mother! Of course, I'm going to kill her." "You can try," She said looking eyes with yours. "Oh, I will. That I can promise."

Reasonably they all left afterwards to avoid any further issues with you and Lagertha. You were sitting in your room sharpening your axe when Wednesday walked in. "Why did you never tell me Lagertha killed your mother?" She asked anger lacing her voice. "I thought you said no secrets." "It's not something I like to think about... it didn't matter to me because Hvitserk had said she stayed in Kattagat with no reason to leave. I don't know why she came," you said throwing your axe into the target across from your bed. "Doesn't excuse you for not telling me," She said as she grabbed your chin to make you look at her. "When my mother died and I found out it was Lagertha I tried to kill her. And failed. Over and over. My mother was a seer and said she would be cursed if she killed her," you said calmly. "I will kill her," she has no reason to even be although in your head. Wednesday sighed and caressed your cheek. "Let this be the last secret you keep. Understood?" You nodded as she climbed into bed with you putting your head on her chest and began to stroke your hair as your anger subsided.

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footballffbarbiex · 10 months ago

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player: Joe Gomez words: 1k+ pairing: you x Joe x unnamed female type: smut. warnings: joint thigh riding, nipple play, female masturbation, oral (m)

I know this one has been eagerly anticipated, so I hope you enjoy this.

When Joe was slipped your room key earlier, he didn't know what to think.

When you opened the door, wearing nothing but your lingerie and holding a glass of wine, he still didn’t.

But seeing not only you but her as well?

His cock had sprung to life far quicker than you anticipated and you’d not wasted any time in pulling him towards the bed, ensuring that he’d been stripped to his boxer shorts and removed what little was already covering your bodies.

She watches, two fingers spreading open her folds as she rubs her middle finger along her slit and teases both her dripping entrance and her swollen clit, as you groan. Your head drops back slightly, unsure if the pleasure is from the way that Joe licks, sucks, nibbles on the skin around or fully mouthing at your nipple or the way he grips your hips and forces you to apply pressure to his muscular thigh as you grind your cunt against it.

Her groan is clear and you’re able to turn your head in time to watch as two fingers now sink into her soaked hole. When she pulls them back out, the tops of her fingers by her knuckle are thick with a creamy coloured slick.

“You like the view, huh?” Joe mutters, nipping at your skin playfully; earning him a whimper from you as you press yourself down harder against him.

“Mmmm, there’s something about watching and being watched.”

“That there is. Look at you though, getting yourself off on my thigh. Has anyone told you how fucking dirty this is?”

“If it’s wrong Joe, then I don’t want to be right.” you finally tear your eyes away from her and focus back on him, just as he wants all along you suspect.

“I bet you don’t.” he agrees, flicking his tongue over your erect nipple with such precision that another surge of wetness smears over his skin, enabling your movements to feel smoother. “Does that feel good?” Joe asks, using one hand to move from your waist, up your chest and rests at the base of your throat. His fingers are light there, teasing a little squeeze which makes your thighs clench together ever so slightly.

“Don’t need to ask if you enjoy the thought of that now, do I?” It’s rhetorical but you find yourself nodding anyway. “Show me baby how you’d ride me. Because you want to, right? You want to feel this,” he takes your hand with his free hand and brings yours to the hardness in his boxers.

You didn’t need his hand to feel it, it’s been pressing against your thigh each time you’ve rocked forward but fuck does it feel good to finally get a real sense of just how big Joe is. You can feel every swollen vein in his shaft which pulses against your palm. He’s as thick and long as you’d hoped.

You do as he asks, not wanting to risk being made to wait even longer; though if you had to get yourself off like your friend right now, you would - even if it would make him wish that he hadn’t made you just watch. You change the pace like you would if his cock was buried deep inside of you, rocking back and forth with the occasional bounce just to give your aching pussy a slight reprieve. Your folds are parted from the actions, your wetness is smeared all over your cunt, leaving you a hot, wet mess that coats your inner thighs too. You can smell your own arousal, and when you try to steady yourself with your hand on Joey’s other thigh, you can feel your friend’s. The sticky smear is damp but it wouldn’t be long before it’s dry.

Images flood your mind of the two of you on each thigh, surprised that you could fit but hell, with the size of Joey’s legs - and thighs in particular - of course you could both fit. He’d watched, plump bottom lip caught between his teeth, pupils growing wide like a cat’s when stalking prey as the two of you satisfied his, and yours, curiosity at whether or not Joe could fit the two of you on him.

He’d placed his fingers right on the edge of where your bodies would rock to, ensuring that even if your clit was exposed by the way you rode him, his fingertips would be there to rub it better. Just remembering it, hearing her moans mix with your own, makes your own movements now become slightly erratic. You almost want to beg him to repeat this or for you to place your own there in the hope of bringing yourself to a faster orgasm but you don’t, you hold your tongue as he begins to apply pressure to your throat.

Your breathing comes out in pants and soft whines. When it hitches, Joe decides enough is enough. “Both of you, on your knees.” He demands, lowering his hand from your neck and lets you go. Lifting yourself on shaky legs, the cool air feels so much colder on your wet skin.

She appears at your side obediently as you begin to sink to your knees before him. He leans back, stomach muscles flexing beneath his skin as he tenses while he lifts his ass. Joe’s thumbs dip beneath his waistband and his fingers follow, enabling him to begin to push them over his ass and finally freeing his cock.

You don’t need him to tell you what to do, and judging from the look your friend gives you, neither does she. When she takes the left side, you take the right. Your tongues licking from base to soft head, the tips of your tongues meet over it and Joe groans.

Carefully, you swirl it downwards in a spiral until your tongue reaches the short patch of hair that Joey keeps neatly trimmed. Only then do you alternate between long licks up his shaft and open mouth “kisses” to the paper thin skin. He tastes clean and like the laundry detergent that he uses.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Joe hisses, wanting to lay back and truly enjoy this but not wanting to disrupt what the two of you are doing. “Just. Like. That.” He groans, the sound of it deep within his chest and throat as he does so. He didn’t need to voice this, just like he hadn’t needed to tell you both to suck his cock.

But hearing that he doesn’t want you to stop?

Yeah. That makes your pussy clench.

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years ago

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Midnight | Chapter 3 | S.R

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary - Spencer is at a loss after leaving the BAU. You find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time and life as you know it will never be the same again.

A/N - Chapter title from the Set it Off album “Cinematics”. Song lyrics at the end of the chapter.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - drinking, Spencer’s rapidly declining mental health, nightmares, mentions of blood, swearing, cleaning up a crime.

WC - 4.9k

Chapter Three - Nightmare

The scraps of paper littered the bed like the world's most depressing confetti in his pathetic party for one. Ramblings of a man on the brink of destruction riddled the torn pages, manifestos of his rapidly declining brain.

Names and crude drawings of warped human faces seemed to taunt him, coming alive from the paper and wrapping themselves around him in a blanket of evil.

Linwood Jones.

Rico Hernandez.

Alex Matthews.

Taylor Gardener.

Eric Gomez.

Peter Cohen.

And they were just ones within the District of Columbia.

He had his bed sheet wrapped right up to his neck, pulling it close around his body like a cape and looking somewhat like a down on his luck superhero.

It had been two weeks since he’d stormed out of the BAU and he’d only left his apartment once since to buy an obscene amount of scotch. He was down to his last bottle which meant he’d have to venture out again, but honestly, leaving the confines of this room seemed an impossible feat.

There were days when Spencer’s bed held him hostage, the sheets working like hands keeping him firmly in place, wrapped in a straight jacket of his own mind. But it was preferable to being let loose on the world. There was something about being alone that enabled him to breathe so much easier than when he was surrounded by people.

But as he brought the bottle to his lips and noticed it was almost half empty, he knew he had to at least make an effort to drag his sorry ass out of bed today, being sober didn’t seem like a safe option for him right now.

Time had ceased to exist for him, his curtains pulled tightly shut so had no concept of day or night. Once his cell phone battery had died he didn’t have the impetus to charge it. It was a relief to be honest, it meant he wouldn’t have to hear it bleating every time the team tried to call or text him.

They’d tried to visit too, JJ, Garcia, Rossi and Emily had all knocked on his door and proceeded to try and engage him by talking through the door. It was painfully similar to when he was grieving Maeve’s death only this time Garcia hadn’t left baskets full of food.

He had nothing to say to any of them. All they’d want to do was talk him into coming back and that was something he categorically could not do. What he was going to do however, was still a mystery.

He took another swig from the bottle before rubbing his hand aggressively against his eye. A few days ago his left eye had started to twitch, the way it had when he left prison and it was yet to stop. It was growing sore from the way in which he kept rubbing his palm against it.

He still had PTSD from prison, maybe he always would. And it was only fuelled by the stress of wondering what the hell his next move was going to be. He couldn’t fathom thinking that far into the future. The only thing he could focus on right now was the list of names and the fact that he was rapidly running out of scotch.

Tomorrow might be better. Some days he was completely fine, a normal functioning human being. Some days he was able to leave the clutches of the bed that held him captive so he could shower and eat. Other times he didn’t leave his bed for days at a time.

Some days it was one step forward, five steps back. Some days Spencer wished he could cease to exist entirely, become one with the bed, close his eyes and never wake up. Today seemed like it might be one of those days.

Sometimes it felt as though he wasn’t alone in his home, like there was evil lurking in the shadows, ready to come forth and pull him down into the darkness with them. He wasn’t sure he would have the energy to fight them if they did, maybe drowning in the abyss with his demons was how it was supposed to end for him.

Maybe it was all the faces that belonged to those names, taunting him, begging for him to do something before it was too late and they hurt more people. But how? How did he defeat these monsters that flew beneath the radar?

A voice continued to nag him, begging him to do something for these victims who couldn’t help themselves. He had the brains, he had the resources. He had almost a complete puzzle in front of him but he was missing a key piece.

He continued sipping his scotch while his eyes darted between the scraps of paper littering his bed. At some point he managed to free himself to use the bathroom after going hours without urinating. He kept the sheet wrapped tightly around his body as he padded through to the en-suite, relieved himself and quickly shuffled back into his bedroom.

His brain was telling him to get back into bed but for some reason his feet kept on walking, no real destination in mind. He did that sometimes, just wandered the rooms of his apartment aimlessly, running his fingers along book spines or his chess set or the back of the couch, maybe in an attempt to keep himself tethered to a reality that was rapidly slipping away from him.

The cracks in his psyche had become chasms, giant gaping holes in his brain in which his sanity was falling through piece by piece. The isolation didn’t help, he should reach out to someone, use them as a liftline to pull him back from this brink before he dove over the edge. He needed a light to shine through the darkness, to convince him this wasn’t the end for him before it was too late.

But he was far too stubborn to admit he needed their help, he would rather die in a pool of his own self-destruction than ask any of them for assistance.

He continued wandering the apartment, sinking his toes into the thick shag rug and keeping the bed sheet tightly wrapped around his body. His eyes darted around but he wasn’t looking at anything in the room, his eyes were bouncing between the names that seemed to follow him everywhere.

The world would be a better place if those monsters were dead. Even if the cops did get their heads out of their asses and arrest them, prison would only hold them so long. Death was what they deserved.

Oh how he would love to be the one to put an end to them, to point a gun between their eyes and pull the trigger. No, that wasn’t slow enough, death would be too fast. Maybe he could wrap his hands around their necks and squeeze until life left their demonic eyes. No, not gory enough. They deserved to shed blood.

He found himself in his kitchen without realising he’d walked through there. The top drawer was open and his hand was reaching inside towards the back. His fingers wrapped around a handle, and he was soon withdrawing an object that had remained untouched in the back of his drawer for over a decade.

Gideon had bestowed the antique hunting knife on him for his birthday one year, many moons again. Much like most of Gideon’s gifts, Spencer hadn’t understood why exactly his mentor would think he’d require such an item. Maybe he knew.

Maybe even all those years ago Gideon had seen the evil within Spencer. Maybe he’d always known this was where Spencer’s road would lead him.

The blade would make the perfect weapon to slice open the throat of a murderer or a rapist. It wouldn’t be an instant death and it would be messy. He could stand over the body of his victim while he watched them bleed to death.

Suddenly Spencer knew what he needed to do. It all became so clear in startling clarity. It was as though a thick fog had cleared and he was finally able to see the horizon. Those people who flew under the radar, evaded capture from law enforcement deserved to die.

And it was his job to do that.

The list of names he’d been building up in his mind for the last two weeks were just the tip of the iceberg. There were hundreds, thousands more out there who had literally gotten away with murder.

Not anymore. Spencer would make sure of it. He would ensure those men would never hurt another human being. It was all so fucking clear now. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this sooner.

Spencer held the blade up to the light and saw his reflection staring back at him on the shiny metal surface.

For the first time in months, he was smiling.

***

“Ok if you yawn one more time, I’m going to start thinking you don’t appreciate my dazzling personality.” Luke cocked his eyebrow at you across the table as you stifled yet another yawn.

You shrugged in apology and lifted your drink to your lips, taking a hefty swig and hoping the caffeine in your vodka cola would help even a little.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“You still having those nightmares?” He sat forward in his chair and leant on the table with his elbows.

It had now been three weeks since Spencer left the BAU and none of you had heard from him even once. Several members of the team had tried to go to his apartment but he was either never there or simply wouldn’t answer the door. You hadn’t tried to contact him, despite the fact it was killing you not to. And almost every night since his departure from the team, you’d been having nightmares.

They all followed a similar pattern. You were back at the Fugitive Task Force, hunting down one of the most prolific serial killers the world had ever seen. He was wanted by multiple federal, state and local law enforcement agencies across the country and suspected of killing upwards of one hundred people. You’d received a tip off on his location and gone in pursuit alone.

You’d traced him to a desolate cabin in the woods on the edge of a lake. It was pitch black out in the woods, leaves crunching under foot as you approached the house, firearm drawn in front of you. There was a single light emanating from inside the cabin on the second floor and it was glowing red.

Creeping up the front steps you found the door unlocked and before you opened it, you lifted your collar and spoke into your comm system pinned to the lapel.

“I’ve reached the house, I’m continuing in pursuit.”

“Wait for backup Y/L/N, don’t be a hero.” Luke’s voice came through the crackly speaker in your ear.

“Negative, there’s no time. If he even catches a whiff of police presence he’s fleeing again. This is our only chance.”

“Y/L/N stand down, wait for backup.” Luke hissed.

You didn’t reply and instead you reached for the door handle and entered the old cabin. The floorboards were a little creaky and you held your breath as you cautiously traversed the first floor.

Luke’s voice kept sounding in your ear, distracting you from your mission but you didn’t recall what he said, it was always some incoherent mumbles. As you headed towards the stairs you removed your earpiece so you could give the situation your full attention.

The walk up the stairs was always distant, somehow you seemed to appear at the top of them with a door in front of you. Not stopping for breath you gripped the handle and entered the room.

On the far side of the room shrouded in red light was a figure with his back to you, looking out the window. His image was hazy, as if the room were filled with smoke.

“FBI! Put your hands where I can see them!” You screamed at him but he either didn’t hear you or ignored you.

And then the dream always turned weird. Blood started to pour down the walls and a claret waterfall appeared between you and the unsub. It came down like torrential rain, completely obscuring them from vision.

“FBI! You’re under arrest!”

You felt it start to cover you, the warm, sticky substance falling heavily into your eyes, your mouth, soaking through your clothes.

“FBI, show me your hands!” You spluttered against the onslaught of blood.

“You can’t help me.” A voice came from the distance, oddly recognisable but you couldn’t place it.

“I’m not here to help you, I’m here to stop you.”

“You can’t do that either.”

And like the Red Sea parting, so did the waterfall of blood and the unsub walked right towards you with a menacing grin on his face, covered from head to toe in blood.

You gasped as he closed in on you, dropping your firearm on the floor in shock as he advanced.

“There’s no helping me, Y/N. I’m too far gone.” Spencer chuckled manically seconds before he lifted the blade in his hand and suddenly drove it towards your heart.

And that’s where you always woke up, panting and sweating and sometimes even screaming. It didn’t make any sense. You knew dreams were interpretive but what was this supposed to mean? You were worried about Spencer clearly, but surely you weren’t that concerned about him?

You’d made the mistake of telling Luke about your nightmares, something you wished now more than ever you hadn’t disclosed to him.

“I guess.” You shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

“I think it is, you look exhausted.”

“Thanks.” You pulled a face. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You could just call him, you know? Or go to his place? It might put your mind at ease.” Luke wore his concern on his face.

“He’s made it clear he doesn’t want to see any of us. Seriously, I’ll be fine.” You downed the remains of your drink and stretched your back. “I should go home though, I am exhausted.”

Luke nodded and finished his beer and the two of you stood from the table and gathered your things. He escorted you out of the bar and onto the street.

“You wanna split a cab?” He asked with a smile.

“We live in opposite directions.” You chuckled. “But thanks. I think I’ll take a walk, it’s only a few blocks.”

“It’s late, let me get you a cab.” He tried again.

“Alvez, I carry a gun. I think I’ll be ok.” You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you Monday, assuming we don’t get called in beforehand.”

He offered you a smile that told you he wasn’t happy about letting you walk home alone but he also knew you could handle yourself better than most people he knew. Not only could you run circles around him but you were also a force to be reckoned with in a boxing ring. He knew you were probably the last person he needed to worry about. And like you’d said, you did carry a weapon.

“See you Monday, conejito.” He winked at you and you gave him a wave in response before turning and heading on your way.

You enjoyed walking the streets of DC at night, especially this time of year in late spring when it was still a reasonable temperature. You kept one hand on your purse, like always, your personal firearm tucked inside just in case you ever needed it. In all the years you’d lived here you never had, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

You walked on autopilot, your legs carrying you in the direction of your home for several blocks. That was until you came to a particular cross street and you halted in your tracks without meaning to do so.

If you carried on left you’d reach your apartment in two blocks. But if you went four blocks right you would end up at a different apartment, one you’d previously spent a lot of time at, but you hadn’t visited for a while.

You looked up and down the street, your mind fighting an internal battle. You should go home, but if you went home you would inevitably only be inviting more nightmares.

You could just pass by his place, not even stop, just walk down the street and make sure everything seemed normal. Although, what would you class as out of place? What did you expect to find?

Before you’d realised you’d made up your mind, you’d started walking again, in the opposite direction of your home.

***

Spencer sat in the driver's seat of his old Volvo in the small alleyway behind his apartment building, only illuminated by the moon high in the sky. The ancient engine rumbled, vibrating his seat and echoing around the otherwise silent street. He shut the car off and suddenly the world around him became still.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, nails grazing over the stitching in the leather. He kept his eyes trained out the windscreen on the narrow alleyway in front of him. His heart beat frantically against his chest even now. But he felt oddly at peace, a wave of euphoria rushing through his veins.

He stayed this way for several long minutes, ensuring no one was traversing the street at this time of night. He needed privacy for what he needed to do.

He glanced at his hands and the substance he’d inadvertently transferred from them to the steering wheel. He let go of it and reached into his pocket for the old rag which he used to wipe all around the wheel before using it to cover his dirty hand and open the car door.

He slid out into the quiet alley and closed the door behind him before rounding the vehicle to the trunk. Using the same rag he opened it and stared down at the mess he’d made.

The first time he’d panicked, forgetting his years of crime scene training as he’d surveyed what he done in fear of what the fuck he did next. This was the second time now and his head was clearer, he would stay calm and clean up his mess, get rid of the evidence. Getting caught was not an option.

He would be smarter about it this time around. No need to fret himself. He’d already taken care of the hardest part and now all he needed to do was clean up after himself.

He used the rag to wipe the residual blood off his hands, he’d worry about cleaning under his nails and all the nooks and crannies later when he was home. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed the bottle of bleach from the corner of the before pouring ample amounts of it into the lining of his trunk.

Using a thick bristled brush he started to scrub, not a single inch of the lining being left untouched. He spent a long time ensuring he’d gotten every little drop of blood, periodically looking up and around to make sure no one had meandered down the alley. It wasn’t a high traffic area, away from central DC. The alley was occasionally used as a shortcut by pedestrians but he wasn’t too worried.

Once he’d finished scrubbing the lining he poured a little more bleach onto a clean rag which he used to wipe down the lip of the trunk and all the metal insides.

His clothes were still filthy, he’d take care of them once he was home. It was only an old t-shirt and jeans, he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin his nice suits. He’d strip down, toss everything into a garbage bag and dispose of them alongside his gloves, cleaning rags and shoe covers in the morning.

He finished cleaning the trunk and deposited his cleaning supplies in a bag along with the latex gloves before closing it. As he turned to get back in the car, a set of wide eyes stared right at him.

He froze in place, fully aware of the blood stained t-shirt he wore on display. The eyes blinked a few times at him, legs stumbling backwards a little in fear.

He took a few calming breaths, quickly trying to ascertain a plan, a way to talk himself out of this. But a bloodstained t-shirt coupled with the knife in his waistband which would have been visible from behind, certainly looked incriminating.

He held his hands up as if in surrender, not daring to step any closer for fear of making his company flee before he had a chance to try and work his way out of this situation.

“It’s not what it looks like.” He tried to insist. “Let me explain.”

But he’d barely gotten his sentence out before you were turning on your heels and running.

***

Normally you would not be so stupid as to take a shortcut down a dark alley at night but you did have a gun, and it would make the journey to Spencer’s a lot faster.

Little did you know you would soon live to regret this decision.

Clutching your purse close to you, you turned off the main street and started up the alley that ran between two blocks of apartments, one being Spencer’s.

You spotted the little old car parked about halfway up almost as soon as you entered the street but didn’t think much of it. Maybe if it hadn’t been dark you would have recognised it sooner.

The engine was idling but as you started down the alley it cut it out and soon someone was exiting the vehicle. You found yourself ducking into a doorway, out of sight, not particularly wanting to find yourself in a dark alley with a stranger. You held your bag tighter, ready to grab the gun shielded inside at a moment's notice.

You heard footsteps in the otherwise silent street and then heard a trunk opening. For a few seconds you didn’t hear much of anything but then a strange sound met your ears.

Brushing? Scrubbing? Is someone cleaning?

You swallowed thickly, thinking there could be only one good reason someone was cleaning the trunk of their car at night, off of the main road.

Shit. Shit. What the fuck do I do?

You tried to calm yourself, reminding yourself you were a damn FBI agent and this really shouldn’t phase you. You could apprehend them, you kept some snap cuffs in your purse.

Don’t get ahead of yourself. There could be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

You forced yourself to creep out of the doorway, not drawing your weapon just yet, and slowly and quietly headed closer.

They had their back to you, leaning over inside the trunk but you could tell they were male, tall and slim. The scrubbing sound continued for a while and you stepped closer. It was too late by the time you spotted the knife tucked into his waistband.

Soon you heard the rustling of a plastic bag and what sounded suspiciously like latex gloves being removed. Your heart raced in your chest as the man shut the trunk and stood back to his full height.

You would recognise that messy mop of curly hair anywhere, even from behind. You stopped walking, physically unable to take another step once the realisation set it.

And then Spencer turned and his eyes landed straight on you.

Your eyes immediately fell to the blood soaked shirt he wore and your stomach coiled into knots as the pieces slotted themselves into place. He stared at you for a few moments before he raised his hands in surrender.

“It’s not what it looks like.” He croaked out. “Let me explain.”

But you didn’t hear him out. Despite your years of FBI training, your fight or flight response took over. And your brain chose flight.

You turned back down the alley and started running as fast as your legs would carry you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears but you could also make out the sound of footsteps chasing after you.

“Y/N! Come back! I can explain!” His voice carried after you but you didn’t stop, if anything you quickened your pace.

Luke had always been in awe of how fast you could run. Conejito, that’s what he called you. And if there was ever a time you needed to run like the wind, it was now.

Maybe it was the fear slowing you down, or maybe Spencer was quicker than you expected, but you didn’t even reach the end of the alleyway before he caught up with you.

You smelt the metallic blood seconds before a set of arms were wrapping around your torso and a hand was clamping over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

He grabbed you and shoved you against a wall, pressing his body into your back to cage you in. He was panting from the exertion, but you were just trying to figure out a way to reach for your gun.

“You’ve got to let me explain.” He spoke into the side of your face. “What you saw…it wasn’t what you saw.”

You tried to talk back, tried to scream but your sounds were muffled against his hand. He pressed you firmly against the wall and you felt his hand that wasn’t on your mouth scrabbling behind you. And you knew exactly what he was doing.

You felt him open your purse and seconds later he withdrew your firearm and tucked into his waistband with the knife.

“You won’t be needing that.” He spoke again. “Look, you’re going to come with me ok? We’re going to go up to my apartment and we’re going to talk. We can either do it the easy way or the hard way.”

You’d been in situations like this before, more times than you could count. You knew your best chance at survival, your best chance of apprehending an unsub was to do as they said with little resistance.

You nodded your head against his hand and that seemed to be enough for him as he stepped back a little, but wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and turned you around.

His eyes bore into you, waiting to see if you might scream or not but you knew better. You stayed silent and eventually he started walking back up the alley, dragging you by the wrist with him.

As you walked you couldn’t help but think back to all those nightmares that had plagued you since Spencer’s departure from the BAU. They’d seemed so unrealistic, just a twisted amalgamation of your worry for Spencer. But now it didn’t seem so far-fetched.

Spencer hadn’t been the same since prison, that much you all knew. But it seemed as though it had awoken a monster inside of him, and now you were trapped in a new nightmare, one you may never be able to escape from.

They're coming, creeping from the corner,

And all I know is that I don't feel safe.

I feel the tapping on my shoulder,

I turn around in an alarming state.

But am I losing my mind? I really think so,

Not a creature in sight,

But, what you don't know.

Is that my breathing gets faster and so does my heartbeat,

I wish this was over, I wish that this was a dream but,

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare.

Wait, something doesn't feel right (feel right),

No, something seems wrong (wrong).

And I've been feeling this way (oh, that's too bad),

For far too long.

As my vision gets blurred, my skin's getting colder,

Appearing young, while I'm growing older.

I collapse to the floor and scream,

"Can anybody save me from myself?"

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare.

Walking to the ledge, I find myself looking down,

Frozen still with fear, now I'm plunging to the ground.

If only I knew how to fly,

Then I could convince myself this isn't my time to die.

Instead, I'm rocketing faster and faster,

I dive-bomb to the floor.

And when my body crashes to the pavement,

I'm right back where I was before.

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared, no, whoa.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare.

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lovergirly · 2 years ago

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meeting the addams family 🕸️

hii! this wasn’t a request, but i really liked this idea. i wrote it in one sitting so hopefully you guys can understand it lol.

i hope you enjoy and feel free to leave more requests <3

they’re creepy and they’re kooky.

that’s all you knew about the addams family. no matter how much you begged your girlfriend, she’d never give you any details about her family. currently, it was february break and you were standing at the enterance of what you could only assume was wednesday’s house. as if you could call it a house. it was massive.

“relax mi amor. they will be able to sense your fear.” wednesday says as she grips your hand and knocks on the door. well those reassuring words definitely helped you. you try to compose yourself when you see the door swing open and a super tall man appears.

“hello lurch. this is my girlfriend y/n. y/n this is our butler lurch.” you give a quick hello as he simply grunts back to you.

“he’s not a talker. lurch, where is my mother and father? i wish to show them my new partner.” another grunt and a simple point to the other room had wednesday pulling you into what you would assume was a kitchen. In there was four adults. A tall women standing right next to a slightly shorter man, wednesday parents you guess. a bald man and a shorter, old woman.

“mother, father i-“

she was cut off by the couple running to give her a hug. and she allows it. surprising you no doubt.

“oh my little viper is back from nevermore! and it seems you brought a… victim?”

“actually, mother father this is my girlfriend y/n”

“ay dios mio! can you believe it tish?! our little storm cloud is in love!”

“yes and someone that is her total opposite. welcome to the addams family dear, i’m sure we’ll come to know each other very well.”

you felt slightly better as at least her family wasn’t homophobic or mean to you in anyway. it still made you feel uneasy that morticia thought of you as opposite them. wednesday, almost sensing this, gives you a quick kiss on your hand. causing morticia and gomez to gush.

“oh mon cheri, they’re just like us!”

“who would’ve thought our little tormentor would turn into her father. i’m so proud!”

this made wednesday immediately pull away from you and give a quick “we’re going to visit pugsley,” before physically pushing you out of the room.

“if we get compared to them again, murder me.”

“oh come on wednesday they’re nice”

“you say that now. spend 16 years with them constantly showering one another with affections. it’s sickening.” you were about to make a snarky comment until she stopped walking at a door. she doesn’t knock, but simply barges into the room.

“pugsley, this is my girlfriend y/n. don’t bother her or i’ll personally cut out your tongue and strangle you with it.” he simply looks up and gives his sister a big hug.

“wednesday i missed you! hi y/n i’m pugsley! i’m sure wednesdays told you all about me.”

“you thought wrong.”

“hi pugsley nice to meet you!” you interrupt her.

he gives you a big smile, and surprisingly, a hug. which you accept of course. you have no idea why wednesday wouldn’t mention him. he’s adorable. she simply rolls her eyes at him before kicking him in the shin and leaving. you give him an apologetic smile and follow wednesday out of the room.

her room was huge. it consisted of a bed, a vanity, a desk where she put her typewriter, some torture machines, and a giant window facing the addams family cemetery.

“is your whole family buried here?”

she nods

“will you get buried here?”

“yes. my grave is right there. there’s even a spot for our significant others. i just thought the spot next to mine would never be taken.”

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after spending sometime with the addams family, you became well aware of all their quirks. you and pugsley teamed up to prank wednesday, let’s just say she wasn’t happy at all. you and grandmama made some dessert for the dinner party the addams were having tonight. uncle fester told you about all his adventures, the one to the bermuda triangle being his favorite. you and gomez had a fencing lesson, let’s say he had to take it really easy on you or you would’ve lost an eye. the only person you didn’t spend personal time with was morticia, which scared you a lot. she was wednesday’s mother after all. and her approval seemed to be the most important in that house.

the party was currently in full force and you… weren’t prepared for an addams family party to put it lightly. hundreds of dead ancestors filled the room and you were standing next to your very gothy girlfriend in a bright pink dress. well, more like sitting in the next room listening to all the commotion. even within her own family, wednesday was an introvert.

“i don’t think your mother likes me.”

“why? what did she do to you?”

“nothing but she just hasn’t talked to me. should i be worried?”

“no. if she didn’t like you she would’ve already kicked you out of this house.”

“i love your family though. they’re all so lovely. why didn’t you ever tell me about them before?”

“y/n, they’re my family. my parents are constantly on top of one another while my brother can’t even defend himself against a bunch of non-pubescent teens. i’m surprised he made it this long without me.” you simply nod and put your head on her shoulder and she rests her head atop yours. you two eventually pass out from exhaustion in that spot.

you have no idea how much time passed, but you can feel eyes on you and your still sleeping girlfriend. you decide to keep your eyes closed.

“gomez i love this y/n. look at how peaceful wednesday looks. i haven’t seen her look like that in years.”

“tish out little stormcloud is all grown up! but y/n is a really nice kid. she makes my only daughter less sad. oh nevermore how i love you! bringing these two lovebirds together!”

you hear their footsteps walk away as you open your eyes and leave a quick kiss on a sleeping wednesday before going back to your slumber.

i hope you guys enjoyed this, it’s a little longer then i usually do. i might make a part two of y/n and the addams family interacting more but i’m not sure yet!

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danzaloreley · 2 years ago

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Earthbound

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x harpy!Reader

Summary: Parents’ Weekend brings up painful memories and guilt.

Warning: angst, violence, swearing

The arrival of Parents’ Weekend was a bittersweet sensation. You would be able to meet the infamous Addams family and you would see your mother, whom Wednesday would probably meet as well. Both of you stood in the quad watching as everyone went to greet their parents. You watched as a party of three all dressed in black and white strutted in. “Darling, it’s so wonderful to see you again.” a tall beautiful woman said with joy. “Look at you, my little storm cloud. What awful delights have graced Nevermore?” you assumed Wednesday’s father asked while holding onto her shoulders. “Nevermore still remains a mind numbing penitentiary as any other school. The only true news of note would be Y/N becoming the owner of my dead heart.” she deadpanned while stepping aside to let you present yourself.

They looked taken aback as you stepped forward. “My name is Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you.” there was a calmness and amusement in your voice as you scanned over them and waved at the young boy. “Morticia, Gomez and Pugsley if I recall correctly?”

To say that you were swamped with questions is an understatement at least they entertained you.

Thirty minutes in and you saw a female figure stand at the entrance. Tall with long wavy hair, scar on the left side of her visage with a milky eye. A single dark slate grey wing with black tips. Clad in a deep emerald suit and matching heels.

The moment you spotted her a wave of happiness and sorrow filled your chest. Standing quickly you head towards her, but not before placing a kiss on your girlfriend’s lips. “Be right back, mi vida.”

Wednesday could feel there was a certain tension coming off of you. There was a melancholy that stood over you since the morning. She wondered if your mother had anything to do with it. You looked happy to see her, you smiled and spoke to her with ease. But there was hint of sadness in your eyes. Watching as you both started making your way back she sat a little straighter.

Lunch had been nothing but smooth sailing. Thankfully everyone seemed to get along wonderfully which it’s all you could’ve hoped for. You snuck away to take some time to yourself sitting on the edge of your bed.

“You’re missing my parents incessant joy on our relationship. Can’t blame you, the last thing I want is for them to remind me they were right.” the dark haired girl stood right infront of you and placed a finger under your chin to make you face her. “What’s wrong, cara mia?” tears started to gather in your eyes. “Being near my mother for too long is excruciating.” She wanted to press further but decided against it. Instead she took a place right next to the harpy, holding her hand to stop her from picking at the hamster skull in her hands. “ Its my fault.”

“Y/N, let’s go! We’re taking our little trip today.” the woman laughed as she ran behing the small black puff of feathers. Catching her she hugged her while the girl giggled. “We’re gonna go see snow! You’ve been so excited to see it haven’t you, anahera?”

The trip was long. Taking a flight and then the journey to the ski resort, but all throughout it was smiles and squeals from both of them. The moment they arrived the girl flopped face first into the snow. “That was quick.” the woman picked up the girl seeing she had a mouthful.

They’re days were being spent doing everything from building snowmen to snowball fights and snow angels. Every night they had hot cocoa and sat by the fire while the girl listened to the scary stories her mother had heard or came up with herself.

On the fourth day they had taken to the slopes. They had been practicing the days prior, just precaution to not end up hurt on the big ones. Y/N took a plunge and midway through took a dive on the snow. She laughed while being pulled out where she was buried by a group of guys. They set her down and looked her over. “Are those real?” one of the pulled forcefully on the small wing causing the girl to yelp. “Get your hands off.” the girl’s mother stomped over with fury. She grabbed her small hand to walk away and picked up the board before starting to head down.

“You freaks aren’t meant to be in our world. All you are is a bunch of monsters running around like you’re actual people.” the man yelled picking up snow, balling it up and throwing it at the woman’s head while the others laughed. She continued her trekk down while being pelted. The man followed irritated as he was being ignored and had a bright idea. He quickly reached and plucked a feather from the little girl.

The swing of the board to the man’s face cracked loudly, nose busted. “YOU DUMB FUCKING CUNT.” the next thing the girl saw was a ski pole tearing through her mother’s face and imbedding in her socket. The woman was swarmed by the three of them, knocked down to the ground and beaten with blows from snowboards, kicks and punches. The small girl cried and jumped on top of her to try and make them stop. Before she could be struck her mother put the child under her. Shock of pure pain shooting through all her nerves as the snowboard shattered the base of her wing. Scared of her little girls safety she transformed with a harsh beat of her wings knocking them away.

As they started getting up again and seeing a monstrous form in feathers towering over, they ran. Cowards. Taking in her mother’s form she saw how her eye was damaged and the left wing barely was holding on. Bones jutting out sharply, the only connection a string of muscles. She was bleeding profusely, yet still cradled the girl close whispering sweet nothings. The girl couldn’t feel or hear her own blood curdling screams and only held on to the feathers on her mother.

“A family heard my screaming and ran to us. There was no way to salvage the damage done.” your voice was raw from the crying. Wednesday held you, she was filled with anger. She would murder anyone for the hurt you felt. “Not a single thing that happened was your fault. Do not blame yourself for the actions of someone else.” her thumb cleaned away the tears that fell.

“We never should’ve gone. I kept asking to see snow. She’s in pain every second of every day because of me.” before Wednesday could refute your words there was a knock on the door. It was open with your mother standing there tears flowing slowly. “May I?” The girls stood swiftly, Y/N cleaning her face and sniffling.

“I’ll be back later, mi amor.” Wednesday placed a hand on your chest soothingly. You’re body relaxed at her touch and assured her with a nod that it was okay. Your mother entered and watched as the dark girl left closing the door behind her. “She’s right. None of it is your fault, manu iti.”

They spent quite a bit talking about what happened. There was no way she ever need to feel how she felt and her mother knew this. She would spend every second remind her.

There was not an ounce of blame placed on her.

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dailyniallnews · 1 year ago

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The former boyband member Niall Horan on his new album, headlining the Electric Picnic, turning 30 and taking on the world, says Louise Bruton

Sunlight pours in through the large bay windows of the Westbury Hotel and Niall Horan is a little tired. In Ireland for less than 36 hours, he’s fitting in this interview and a surprise appearance for 80 of his biggest Irish fans, all in the build-up to the release of The Show, his third solo album. Once upon a time the five-star hotel would have been mobbed by hyperventilating fans, but today he got in unnoticed.

“If someone had said to me in 2013, ‘Do you want to go for a coffee?’ I’d go, ‘No, you’re joking? That’s nuts.’” Over an Americano, a low-key Horan relives the hysteria of once being in the boyband One Direction. Since the group’s formation on The X Factor in 2010 and their indefinite hiatus announced in 2016, the Mullingar man wasn’t able to walk down the street without people pulling over in their cars to take a gawk, let alone meet pals for coffee. Unsure if he developed a fear of being surrounded, he recalls that he “nearly became a bit of a recluse”.

Going unnoticed doesn’t mean that Horan’s star has faded. With his previous albums reaching the top of the charts in the UK, the US and Ireland, and charming everyone so much as a coach on NBC’s The Voice that he’s back for the next series, he’s on top of his game, but he has learnt how to live under the radar.

“When the band stopped I went travelling in Asia for four months, just staying in shite hotels and hostels and I could do more than I expected,” he says. That trip encouraged him to reconfigure how he moves through the world. Dividing his time between his homes in Co Westmeath, Los Angeles and London, he lives as much of a normal life as he can when he’s off the pop star clock. “In this world you give people a handshake, they take your arm off, so I just keep my private life private,” he says.

In London he travels on the Tube and in Los Angeles he claims that the paparazzi only want his photo if there’s some “other famous fella in the bar”. He doesn’t play the game of going to certain restaurants just to be seen. “It’s a shame, though, because some of the nice places in LA are like that,” he says. “You have to take that risk sometimes to get a bit of grub.”

This September sees two big events that capture the stark difference between his private and professional lives — headlining Electric Picnic and turning 30. In Stradbally he’s looking forward to experiencing “the Irish love again” from the main stage, but it’s his 30th birthday party happening later on in the month that has him jittery.

“This sounds mental, coming from a pop star, but I don’t really like attention,” Horan says, so he’s “splitting the adulation” with his best friend from home. Thousands of fans screaming at him? Grand. His closest friends and family singing Happy Birthday to him? Nerve-racking.

That milestone birthday has him feeling reflective. “At my age you start to think a little bit more,” he says, joking that he’s probably 65 in showbiz years. “I don’t remember overthinking much, or ever, up until the pandemic.”

The first lockdown was the longest he has ever taken off from work. Hunkering down in London and with no pubs to go to, he was “in the best shape” of his life. He also became official with his girlfriend, Amelia Woolley, and took stock of who he is. “The last five years have been more formative than I was expecting,” he says, and it’s no surprise that this maturity syncs up with leaving the bubble of One Direction. “I had to do a lot more growing up than your average 16-year-old.”

With his peers Lewis Capaldi and Selena Gomez releasing documentaries on their struggles with fame, does he wish that he did anything different with his career? “I think if I’d had any way of a dodgy experience, I’d probably say I would change a few things, but I’ve always had a good experience with it,” he says.

“I was well supported. It’s all about the people you have around you, I think. Coming from a small town and wanting to take over the world,” he pauses to punch the air like a rock star, “in my head at the time I was ready, but most 16-year-olds are probably not.”

The Show is a different beast from 2017’s lustful Flicker and 2020’s self-explanatory Heartbreak Weather. For one he’s in love, but more thought has gone into this album. Horan’s newly considered approach to songwriting makes vulnerability look easy. “I’m in a good place in my head,” he says, but he’s hesitant to call this a happy album.

“When you’re happy I feel like that scares some writers,” he says. Bursting into a rendition of Pharrell Williams’s song Happy, he notes that if you’ve historically done cheery songs you have to show the full “umbrella” of happiness. So instead of taking the sunny route, he writes in a relatable way about the work that goes into feeling good and falling in love.

“There are artists out there that get so introspective that you have to pull out a thesaurus to see what they’re talking about,” he says, and that’s why his latest single, Meltdown, works so well. With an anthemic quality built for festivals, the chorus guides people out of a panic attack. “I was big on writing a song about feeling anxious at 180 beats per minute. The song is fast and

I wanted that because that’s what that feeling feels like,” he says, mimicking a shortness of breath. “It has to feel rapid and then the chorus just comes and it slows down.”

It’s apparently based on a few personal scenarios, and he suggests that good communication has always been a skill of his. “I think I’m a good talker,” he says, exaggerating his candidness. “I have no problem telling you how I feel. Do you want to hear it?”

Busy, at peace and taking nothing for granted, Horan’s new material is a true representation of where he is in life. With a busy year ahead with festivals, turning 30 and a freshly announced 2024 world tour, it’s time to stop thinking so much and get on with The Show. Or, as he puts it more directly: “Let’s get out and have a f***ing good time.”

Niall Horan’s album The Show is out on Thu. Tickets for his tour next year are now on sale

#niall horan #the show #4june2023

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