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newfallstrangeleaves · 11 months

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Yandere with a unknown identity

Breaking and entering

M!Yandere X F!reader Warning: non-con, fingering F! Receiving. Summary: You had a terrible day and end up going to bed early when a masked man breaks in and decides to make it all better.

Part 2 aaand Another part

You had such a bad day today. Nothing seemed to go your way. All day you kept your emotions in. When you got back home all you did was throw off anything uncomfortable and then crawl into bed to just cry it out.

While crying your heart out you don't notice the bedroom window slowly creeping open and a dark shadow climbing in. He is just about to walk further into your apartment when a sniffle stops him in his tracks.

Perhaps it's the feeling of being watched, but something tells you to turn around. When you do you are met with a tall man dressed entirely in black. Not even a speck of skin is showing. His face is covered by a balaclava and the room is dark, only the lights from outside shine in but you can tell he is looking at you.

In an instant he throws himself on top of you, pinning you down. You try to scream but he covers your mouth, muffling any sounds you make. Your panic is met with soft hushes which by no means calms you. He is way stronger than you. He holds both your hands down with one hand while he covers your mouth with the other. He has one leg on either side of you, straddling you, forcing you lower body in place while not putting all of his weight on you.

You struggle against his grip but to no avail. Tears stream down your face. The mix between panic, crying and a hand covering your mouth makes you gasp for air.

"Shhh, shhh. It's fine, I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Just breathe, breathe okay?" He hushes you softly. Because of the lack of air you force yourself to calm down. Taking slow breaths through your nose.

"I'm going to move my hand okay? Don't scream." He says firmly and when you do he chuckles, pleased by your obedience.

"Good girl." He whispers as he starts to wipe away your tears.

All the while you look up into his only exposed feature. His eyes. Even with only the moonlight shining in through your window his blue eyes are piercing through you.

"Don't hurt me.” Your voice is barely a whisper.

“I'm not going to, I told you that before." He stops for a moment before he speaks again. "Why were you crying before?”

He wipes away a few more tears that escape you as you avoid his gaze.

"It's okay, you can tell me." When you don't answer he continues.

"Did something happen today? I could tell you were upset when I got here."

When you still don't answer he moves off your body and with one arm pulls you after him making you sit up beside him. His sudden motion and the fact you don't know what he possibly could want from you makes you panic again.

"I don't have much money. I… you can have my jewelry."

"I don't want any of that, I want to know why you're crying." He cuts you off. You take a moment to calm down before you answer him.

"I just had a bad day, that's all." It feels like your heart is beating out of your chest. But then he nods, straightening his back.

"That's alright, it's over now. If that's any help." Then he squints his eyes and you can only guess that he is smiling under his mask. Then he looks down, catching your shirt riding up exposing skin. He takes a deep breath before he continues with a low voice.

"Maybe I can make it a little better." Without really being able to do anything he moves you to sit in his lap with your back pressed against his chest. You let out a small gasp and squirm in his grip as you feel something hard pressing up against your ass. He grabs one of your legs to hold you in place and to spread your legs. You try to pry his hand off you but his grip on you is too firm.

He places a leather gloved hand on your clothed cunt, groping and rubbing. The friction makes your breath hitch. He moves his finger up and down your underwear and much to your dismay a sting of pleasure hits you everytime he brushes over your clit. He rests his head on your shoulder whispering in your ear.

"You're so beautiful, I'll make all your problems go away, I promise."

He pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger inside you while he circulates your clit with his thumb. He curves his finger looking for that perfect spot.

"Please stop…"

"Shhhh… you will feel so good soon."

He adds another digit inside you, that together with the gloves extra thickness he stretches you out. A whine escapes you, which prones him to work faster. You can feel yourself getting closer with each move he makes. Your breathing grows heavier and so does the knot in the lower half of your stomach. His fingers hit a certain spot inside you and you jolt as if electrocuted. A moan leaves your lips as he continues to abuse that spot.

You grip his arm, scratching him through his shirt as your orgasm riples through you. Throwing your head back on his shoulder as you bite your lip to try and suppress any sounds, but a muffled moan slips you anyways. He works you through your high and stops when you relax leaning back on him.

"Didn't that feel good huh?" He nudges your cheek with his nose.

"How about we go for another one?" You shake your head but he doesn't care. His hands start up again.

His hand lets go of your leg and worms his way under your shirt. With no bra on he goes right to squeezing your boobs and playing with your nipples.

"Oh, you're so wet. I wish I could be inside you. Feel your pussy clench around my dick instead of my fingers."

Another orgasm ripple through you. But this time he doesn't stop.

"You're doing so good. Just a few more for me."

The room is filled by the wet sounds from your pussy and the moans that you have stopped caring about. All your mind can focus on is his fingers.

You couldn't keep count over how many orgasms he made you go through until he decided you finally had enough.

You feel exhausted. Leaning back panting on his broad frame. Sore from the over stimulation.

"How are you feeling?" He holds you so impossibly close to him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist. He is gently rubbing your cheek with his index finger. The leather feels cold against your skin.

You look up at him through hooded eyes and for a moment you two just look at each other. Then you move your hand to pull off his hood but he grabs your wrist.

"Not today, hun. Another time I will show you." He gently lifts you up and moves you off his lap.

"I'll be back in a sec okay? Don't move." He tells you as he stands up. Before he leaves the room he grabs your phone. You can hear him walking around in the kitchen.

When he gets back he hands you a glass of juice and a towel. You cover your lower half with the towel as you watch him pick out new clothes for you. You can't not notice the giant wet stain that is left on his pants. He hands you the clothes and goes to get his bag by the window and set it back down on your bed.

"Do you want me to help you shower?”

“No, I want you to leave.” You say firmly. He takes a deep breath before nodding.

“Okay, I'll leave. Just before I go." He opens up his bag and reaches down. Fear overwhelms you like a cold shower. He must have noticed you tensing up because he says.

“It's okay, I'm just going to give you money. Take the day off tomorrow and the day after that too. This will be plenty to not disrupt your economy. And hey, treat yourself, eat out or buy something nice. I know how hard working you are, you deserve it." He hands you the money and then heads for the front door.

But before he leaves he turns back to you once more. “And remember to lock, will you? Been too many times where I have got here and you've forgotten to lock for the night. The window too. You can never be too careful.” And with a wave he is gone, left is just a stack of money in your lap.

#yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere noncon #yandere oc #yandere male #male yandere #yandere x female reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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noemitenshi · 3 months

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Second chances

a post season 8 story by

NoemiTenshi and rebelbravado

Chapter 2 - Help

“You?!”

The moment was complete chaos. Lee had taken out two walkers who were about to make dinner out of...Troy?! The other was being ripped to shreds by Wolf, their dog. Who had been barking loudly and was the main reason they found Troy in the first place.

“You know him?!”

Ri’s voice pitched high even while panting as she called out to him across the clearing. Not long after the soft whirring sound of an arrow cutting through air sounded and she had shot the last walker just behind him. Lee glanced over his shoulder as it came down with a thud, arrow protruding from its eye socket.

“Check the perimeter,” Lee ordered low instead of answering his wife.

He listened to Ri’s rustling as he peeled back Troy’s jacket to assess the damage that had been done. Jesus, what the hell had happened to him? There was an iron rod –or something along those lines since it was oddly shaped– sticking from Troy’s abdomen and blood, so much blood. The kid was bleeding out.

“All clear,” Ri breathed as she fell down on her knees on the other side of Troy, her hands trembling as they now saw what Lee saw too.

“Ay, dios mío...” she blinked, and looked, and blinked as her hands started to tug back fabric or feel at the wound.

“Ssh, ssh...” Lee hushed as Wolf –muzzle bloody and grimy– started to push his head against Troy’s arm. Troy who was now unresponsive. Lee put his arm around the dog’s neck and gently pulled it back into a half hug. “It’s okay boy, you did good.”

“I...” Ri started, her face pure panic as she looked at Lee. And he knew that face. He knew that face and wanted to do anything he could to prevent her feeling that way. His wife was overwhelmed and scared. And from the looks of Troy she had every right to be.

“Get the car.” Another order, to give her something to do and to make sure she wasn’t the one sitting here with Troy while he died. Which he was. He was dying.

“But...” Ri started and Lee shook his head.

“If he is to stand a chance I need you to get the car, right now, Ri.”

Ri nodded frantically as she got up, her jeans and shirt already covered in blood. She disappeared with determined efficiency, followed closely by Wolf, giving Lee the chance to really look at Troy.

Troy Otto.

Alive.

Or well...barely.

He had thought him to be dead for a while now. Yet here he was, and even though he looked older –was older– he still looked young to Lee. His hair was longer now, making it look curlier than he remembered, and on the side of his face was an angry looking scar. It looked old, healed in ways festering wounds would. Ugly and ragged and like it had been a painful.

There was a hole in his dirty jacket and when Lee pulled it aside it revealed blood crusted bandages. He was careful not to move him too much, quiet so he could listen to every strained breath still coming from those lips. They were getting raspier, their sound wet and strained.

Troy’s desperate cry for help was still ringing in his ears. The kid had looked so scared, so lost. In such stark contrast to how Lee had known him in the past. And those eyes, god, those wide, wide eyes and the way they had looked at him. Had pleaded.

No way in hell could Lee have denied him help, despite all that had happened between them. He simply couldn’t. Not with the state Troy was in, bleeding out and trying to crawl to …safety? Certainly he couldn’t with the way Troy had looked at him. So very terrified.

He’d seen that look before, the look of someone knowing their end was coming. But no matter how often he’d already seen it, it never got easier. To recognize this certainty in another’s gaze. To stay with them throughout because what else was there to do. That look had haunted him once before, when he’d come back from the war. And since the world ended it had haunted him again in all the people they hadn’t been able to save.

It had made him swallow uncomfortably, seeing that look on Troy’s face. Though now he wasn’t sure if that was the only reason he had felt – uncomfortable. Or no, not exactly uncomfortable. It had made him feel raw. And now, he thought that he’d seen something else in Troy’s look, too. Something that had made him feel like that. Something much more fragile. Almost hidden but not quite. Something like... relief? Relief the second their gazes had met. Or was he thinking that just because Troy had stopped struggling once he’d recognized Lee?

Not that the reason mattered. Nor did it really matter what it was exactly, he had seen in Troy. The only thing that did matter was that it had stirred something inside of him, something that had started to shift to where he would move heaven and hell to help this person –Troy!– and try his utmost to keep him from dying. Try even though it seemed so futile. Doomed to fail. That look of certain death was almost never wrong.

Even so he would try. Not only because it was the right thing but because Troy needed it, needed him. There had been such pain in those eyes, and not only from the terrible, terrible injuries but...what had been done to him?!

He couldn’t have been sitting there long when Ri drove the truck toward him at an alarming speed, coming to a halt with squeaking tires that left deep marks in the forest floor. She got out in one swooping motion, jumping down from the truck, her boots landing deep in the mud as Wolf barked from the passenger seat.

“Roll him over to his side.” She was instant action as she moved closer, dousing a clean cloth in alcohol. “Here, wrap that around the rod, close to the wound.”

Lee obeyed, finding calm in her again.

“Fuck...” Ri said as she studied Troy’s back. “Okay, we need to get him in the truck horizontally. He’s losing blood too fast, if we sit him up again, he dies.” Her eyes shot up at him and she sighed as she sat back to tie her two braids together behind her head.

Her hands rubbed her face and by the way she chewed on her lip Lee could tell she was thinking. But there wasn’t much time to think.

“Ri...” he prompted low.

“I don’t know if I can fix this...” she said quietly, more to herself but he could see panic rise again in his wife. “I don’t know if I can fix this,” she said louder now, looking at him again.

Streaks of Troy’s blood were on her cheeks now and he could see her chest rise and fall a little too fast for comfort.

“I don’t know what to do.” Ri’s voice was so small, slipping back to a dark place she had not been in a long long time.

“It’s okay, let’s start with cleaning hm?” Lee tried, but when Ri didn’t respond right away he pressed on more urgently. “What do I use for cleaning, Ri?”

He knew the answer. Of course he knew the answer. They had been doing this for years. Saving and mending and healing people. They had learned so much together. He knew but he needed her to focus on something simple first, something she did have answers to. It snapped her right out of it and her eyes cleared again, focus returning as she took a steadying breath and got up.

“We gotta make that thing smaller.” Lee could hear her mumble as she climbed in the back of the truck then stopped herself and went “No. First we get him in. Then we can worry about whatever is sticking out of him.” She was talking mostly to herself although Lee was readying himself to follow her orders anyway.

And so the two of them lifted Troy into the truck. It was a challenge to keep him completely horizontal, but Ri tried her hardest to match Lee’s strength there. The back of the truck was equipped for similar situations, or at least situations comparatively dire. Some mix between an ambulance a tank and a workshop, decked out with both medical supplies and small battery powered power-tools that might come in handy on the road.

As soon as Troy was put down on his side, Lee made sure he was comfortable, or as comfortable as he could be. He rolled up a blanket under Troy’s head and tried to get water into his unmoving mouth.

“Hold him while I do this,” Ri asked Lee as she advanced with a multi-tool, switching out the saw blade for a sharper one with swift hands.

Lee fell deeper in love with his wife in moments like these, overwhelmed by this deep understanding that she was the one while she did what she can to save a life. This seemed to go completely unnoticed to Ri as she put the blade to –what was that?!– the foreign object sticking out of Troy and started to rid it of any pieces that were sticking out too far and could cause extra movement and thus pain.

Lee held Troy and the rod as still as possible from the other side. Once that was done Ri removed the old cloth that was now stained red, and doused another with disinfectant, putting it against the wound as best as she could before looking up at Lee again.

“I need you to get us home, fast.” Her attention returned to Troy again as she put her fingers against his neck and started to count his heartbeats.

Lee was already on the move, crawling into the driver seat, ignoring Wolf whining on the one next to him. Ri kept talking as she busied herself checking Troy’s vitals and getting him hooked on an IV with painkillers. She was prepping him for surgery just as she would when back at their camp, only they weren’t there yet, and Lee was unsure if they were going to make it in time.

“When we get home I need you to get doc, a stretcher and people to carry him out safely. You go and set up blood transfusion right away.”

“Ri, I’m not sure...”

“I know. But we’re doing it anyway.”

#Troy Otto #Crazy Dog #RI #OC #ftwd #ftwd fanfic #fanfic #fix-it #whump #some comfort now #my fic #second chances

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 11 months

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Interlude

just a little interlude. takes place right after I Can't

Masterlist

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Mrs. Perez explained her plan to Jesse. The soonest she could get him out was tomorrow, meaning that, despite her promise, he would have to go back to the Bakeman house that night. She prayed that nothing would happen to him.

The poor boy scrunched his face up tight as she helped him out of Dale’s clothes and back into his own (now clean) clothes that he’d worn over. There was a bit more blood on the pants, but she hid it before he noticed.

“Did Brian do all of this?” she asked nonchalantly.

Jesse shook his head, stepping into his own sweatpants. “No. He has… parties.”

Mrs. Perez’s stomach lurched. “Parties?”

He nodded. “Yeah. He invites over a lot of people and um, let’s them do… whatever.” He got quiet, staring at the floor.

“Is he having one tonight?”

“No. Probably not. It’s not usually two nights in a row.”

She’d have to trust him.

The Bakeman home was so close, but Jesse looked like he was minutes away from collapsing, so she helped him into her car.

Mrs. Perez had only been inside the Bakeman home one other time, after the break in. She sat Jesse on the couch, near where she first found him, unconscious and bleeding. She shouldn’t have waited until she saw him in the same state before she got him out.

“I’ll be here tomorrow evening, before he’s home. Do you have a bag you can pack some clothes and things in?” He nodded, eyes on the kitchen. “Don’t try to move a lot.”

He nodded again, swallowing. He reached up to his neck and spun around the collar. The skin underneath was red and chafed. He was heartbreaking.

“Jesse.” He looked at her with wet eyes. Someday his life wouldn’t make him cry. “You can do this.”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. And you can. Just one more day. And then it will all be better.”

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As soon as Mrs. Perez closed the door behind herself, Jesse pushed himself up and headed to the kitchen.

The oven was off. He breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes swept the kitchen and found the knife on the ground. Jesse’s breath caught in his throat.

He had another choice. He made another choice.

Mr. Bakeman arrived home only a few minutes after Jesse cleaned and put the knife innocently back in it’s drawer. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about the blade slicing through his flesh again.

Mr. Bakeman said nothing, just sat at the island and watched Jesse shuffle gingerly around the kitchen, preparing his dinner. Jesse himself wasn’t hungry.

“How do you feel?”

Jesse jerked his head up from where he was washing the cutting board in the sink. The pork chops were sizzling away in a pan, asparagus in the oven and potatoes boiling. Jesse doused the board in soap and scrubbed all the spices away. He didn’t want them to attract ants, and then the ants would crawl into Harper’s ears as she slept and eat away at her eyes. Or something like that.

“I’m okay,” Jesse said in a hushed tone. He dragged his feet to the stovetop, flipping the meat.

Jesse flinched when Mr. Bakeman pushed back his chair and stomped over to him. The backhand was multiplied by ten because of Jesse’s sore body. His side crashed into the counter, and he cried out, gripping the countertop as hard as he could so he wouldn’t fall to the ground.

His owner gripped his chin with a harsh hand, jerking his head up so he had to look at him.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to. No one who screamed like you did is ‘okay’. So. How do you feel?” Mr. Bakeman pushed Jesse away, crossing his arms.

Jesse swallowed, taking a breath. “I hurt, Master. A lot, I hurt… really bad.”

Mr. Bakeman smirked. “Don’t lie again. Get me a scotch.”

Jesse rushed to obey, face stinging. He had to fight to get his breathing and tears under control. He had cried enough for one day.

“Did you scream and cry like that when it was my wife screwing you?”

Jesse closed his eyes, his expression a mask of pain. He handed his master his drink and went to turn off the oven and stove, taking out the finished food. “I don’t know.”

“Was it the serum or the --”

“I don’t --” Jesse closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t get another hit for interrupting. “I don’t know.”

Mr. Bakeman grunted, taking a drink. “We’ll just have to do both again and see, won’t we? Charity’s a good lover you know.”

Jesse swallowed, plating Mr. Bakeman’s food and setting it in front of him. “Do you need anything else Master?”

Mr. Bakeman picked at his food with his fork, taking another drink. He worked his jaw before shaking his head. “No. Get out of my face.”

Jesse left to the stairs, holding his breath and pausing intermittently, trying to breathe through the waves of pain that never seemed to end. In his room, he closed the door as much as he dared and then sat on his bed, letting himself sink into it and the tears fall down the side of his face.

He couldn’t keep --

Stop. Just. UGH just stop. Just stop thinking stop crying stop everything. Stop. Stop. STOP.

You’re too pathetic to end it so just. Stop.

If he didn’t think about it he wouldn’t fall into a pit. He would disappear. He only needed to get through tonight and tomorrow. Only one more day. One more day and he would never have to face Mr. Bakeman again.

Or his girls.

Jesse pushed himself up off the bed, standing on unsteady legs. There was a little notebook with sparkly stars that Eva gave him once when she decided it must be his birthday. Jesse held the little pen that came with it in his trembling hand, opening it past the first page where Eva had written “I love you Jesse!” with hearts all around it. Jesse steeled himself, allowing a sob to break through. Dear Abi, Eva, and Harper…

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#i did not proof read this #i'm just so excited for the next part yall dont get it #847481: jesse #bbu #box boy universe #whump

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yourfifitherealone · 2 years

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My New Favorite Player (pt1?)

(Art made by @dreamuchuu)

(Dabi has He/It pronouns and Y/N has they/she)

Today, someone is going to audition to have a spot the League. Dabi threw their information papers on my desk and walked out the room I sighed and started to examine them. Their name is Y/N L/N, they were female, very tall in height, Pronouns consisted of They/Them and She/Her and quirk was invisibility. And had dark red hair (probably not good for sneaking and hiding but if needed, they could dye it). They were very attractive, about my age they could use seduction if they really wanted, (they definitely had the looks to do so). I wrote it down and some side comments and thoughts. The recruit was coming in in about an hour Toga had told me she was excited to "have another girl in the family" I bet she was.

When we heard a pattern of knocking on our door we knew it was them we all got to position at our meeting table (yes it is planned) and stayed quiet while Dabi opened the back door. "Hello" "just get inside." Then we started to hear light footsteps but since they were so quiet I lost what direction but I was betting Dabi wasn't gonna show them around because he's him. The door creaked and we all turned to look she looked exactly like she did in the file photos. "Hello" "Hi! I'm Toga Himiko and this is my best friend Jin!" I face-palmed Toga over sharing info to a absolute compete stranger, "too much info Himiko..." I whispered harshly just for her to hear. "Sorry boss" she said with a shrug. Dabi and the recruit sat next to each other putting Y/N in the between us.

"The famous, Tomura Shigarki, this feels unreal to be sitting in a room with someone with such an impact on the world" "Tryna sweet talk him already Y/N?" Dabi teased while circling the ring of his glass filled with an unknown drink. "Heh he wishes, bit honestly I do admire you guys for everything you do" "What is it that we do Y/N?" I cut to the chase. "Well standing for what you believe in you probably had TONS of people thinking you were crazy and think deserved to go to jail and maybe still do. The death threats the name calling the drama and trag talk from the news channels and interviewers that you guys run from, it's nice you guys found each other to share your belief with instead of thinking it's only you thinking like that. And starting to think 'maybe I am crazy?' y'know?"

I was actually stunned by her response I instantly thought she had a place her but we can't be too trusting after the Hawks incident (Dabi still wears that red feather...). "Hm interesting Mrs L/N" "Truly touching!" Twice said wiping a fake tear still, wearing his mask while Toga was leaning her head on Jin's shoulder. Spinner was uninterested in the meeting he was just messing with his knives. Dabi has stopped with the glass thing and leaned back in it's chair, satisfied. Spinner whispered "boring.." "Hush! Tell us another one pretty lady!" Toga exclaims "Yeah another!" Twice agrees while nodding profusely. They freeze looking uncomfortable and nervous with this recently added pressure and attention put on them just now. "Hey it was just one question you can't win a game just by pushing one button once, you see how talented they are~ So, Y/N how far are you willing to go for this cause?"

She sighed and then spoke "erm well I don't have much to give for this or much to stay for really so the only thing I had left beliefs, stubbornness, and dignity, I took and basically ran with it put everything into those same beliefs only for people to think I was 'thinking too much about it' and that the "heroes" help us' and then I found y'all. I'm ready to sacrifice most for this, if not that I don't know what else." "Very very impressive answers" I praised. "Ugh this is just my favorite thing. Emotional and heartfelt things , right Toga?" Toga was actually tearing up trying to hold back her tears, emotional bastards. "You made Toga cry! I'll never forgive you.." Twice said dragging his finger across his throat threatening them "-Im just kidding! It's all good she'll be fine, swear!"

"Just cuz she is a professional speaker doesn't mean anything ahead saying is true or that she had guts" Spinner announces. "Yeahh...or strength, stealth, talent or fearless they could just be a loser with nothing better to do" Dabi chimes in. Toga frowns in disappointment and Twice face changes into a mean face "how do we know we can trust her?" Twice says hugging Toga's neck due to height difference. Everyone's still on edge due to our last betrayal but we helped each other keep calm, stay open, and trusting. "Hey hey don't dogpile on our fan~ We'll give them test based off what you think a recruit should need wether it be paper test or physical trial and error. Are you up for that new player?" She nodded "then that settles it new player waits here you set up the test for them they'll do them then she's in after a few weeks or months of caution just in case. They all got up and ran into the living room to start working on their test, "It might take them a while get comfortable" I said closing the door behind me.

After training her and realizing she had a long way to go but still a valuable asset she's was a LOV member. Not too long after everyone went back to our LOV base (of course we wouldn't take her to our actual home just to train we were definitely smarter than that) while I stayed behind with the new recruit. "When are you gonna retreat home back to YOUR base huh~?" She turned in one of the conference chairs towards me holding her information and my notes on it. "You say I have looks, about 2 to 3 times on this y'know?" She says waving the paper around. I look down in slight embarrassment, "Not flirting just figuring you out for this exact game and see if your a perfect fit to be a player in it." She looked me up and down with a certain look I had to admit it was making me feel something.

"I can be a player in your game" "what?" "nothing." She tossed the paper down and walked over to me; she traced little circles onto my collarbone. Then slowly went down until she landed at my chest. She the rested her palm on it and pressed lightly. I tried holding in my sighs of pleasure but I let out a shaky low breath.

This player to say the least was.... advanced.

She put her unoccupied hand next to me on the wall practically pinning me there. "When was the last time you experienced this before huh?" She said looking at me with a smirk. I tried replying but closed my mouth due to embarrassment. To be honest I haven't done this, ever being a full time villain on the run isn't easy and makes no time for romantic things like relationships; only quick sex and hook ups which I wasn't into. She hummed quietly while her hand reached farther down my stiff body untill she reached the top of my pants, "Do you wanna do this, Boss?"

"Do you think you can just seduce me and her in the league?" "Oh, already KNOW I'm in no matter what the rest think 1. You need more members and 2. I see the way you look at me and the thoughts about me and my skill. Maybe I do need more teaching but I'm great to have on your side and even the rest know that. I don't need to use my body to prove to you, OR anyone else I already know I'm very capable. Now do you wanna do this or not?"

I nodded feeling me droll for her and whatever she wants to do to me. My pants feeling tighter than when I had out them on. My heart was beating so fast I was so excited this..rush is addicting almost. "I-I think you might be my favorite player"

"I better be"

*maybe I could make a part two?😏*~FifiTheAuthor

#my hero academia #mha #mha tomura shigaraki #mha shigaraki #mha shiggy #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki nsft #shigaraki fanfiction #Shigarki fanfic

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dementedfilament · 1 year

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Drowning in the silence and gentle hush of wind through the trees, Maggie sat alone. On a cold bench outside the school, she ran these revelations through her head. Over and over, spiraling onto either end of her decision-making spectrum, the thoughts cycled. And it felt like the more she thought on it, the harder it became to figure out what she felt.

That is, until Zeke meandered up to her. “This seat taken?”

She met his relaxed, half-lidded eyes. “How did you know I was here?”

“I didn’t,” he said. “I was just…on a walk. You okay?”

She shrugged, gaze drooping to the ground. “I don’t know.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Hesitantly, she replied, “I guess we can.”

“This is about Ana, right?”

“Yes…”

He slid into the space beside her. “What’s on your mind?”

“I…I don’t know. A whole mess of things.”

“Like?”

“...Ana is…someone I thought I knew, and cared about, and trusted. But…to figure out this of all things? It’s just…”

“Well, she’s your friend, right?”

“I…something like that, yes.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“She’s a criminal, Zeke!” Her voice raised to a near-shout. “The Avispón family! Do you know just how much trouble her family has caused mine alone?”

“That’s…” he shrugged, “True, I guess. Her family isn’t her, though.”

“But she’s actively been a part of her family’s misdeeds! I…I can’t just ignore that!”

He hesitated. There was a lot on the line for him too regarding how this conversation ended. But, if Maggie could handle one big secret, then she could handle more. “She has her reasons.”

“What reasons? She’s done criminal activity just like the rest of her degenerate family!”

“This world isn’t all roses, Maggie. As much as I’d like to surround you with them. And even then, those roses harbour thorns.”

“So, what, just because there are sinister people in the world means I have to associate with them?”

“No,” he replied calmly. “I mean that everyone has a dark side. But sometimes you can put that aside for the sake of people you love.” Without thinking, he lifted a hand and brushed her hair from her lashes. “Maybe there’s more to this story you’re not aware of either.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. But you have to decide if this is worth sacrificing your friendship over.”

She froze. ‘My…”friendship”.’ Is it worth cutting off Ana because of her truth? But Ana was so kind, and Maggie looked up to her as a member of the Disciplinary Committee, and as a person, and as a friend. “Friend”. Was all of Ana’s identity soured by this fact now?

While she lost herself in thought again, Zeke snaked his arm around her shoulders and began rubbing his thumb on her arm.

Her mouth opened, but she closed it again. This was her decision to make, not Zeke’s, as difficult as it was to do so. But it went against every angle of her moral compass to simply say ‘So what if she’s a criminal? She’s my friend!’ and ignore the shadows behind her. She wanted to ask more questions, to get more clarification, but she was afraid of those answers.

Wait…but why?

She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the feed again. Several students were jumping to defend Ana, but Ayan…Ayan wasn’t about to bend so easily. Maggie had trusted Ayan long before she really started talking with Ana, and admired her strength to take action, but all the same…something about seeing her cut off Ana like that…didn’t feel right either.

Beside her, Zeke’s eye twitched at the sight of Miss Disciplinary Committee Head on Maggie’s feed. She liked a post from the girl, and he had to resist rolling his eyes. She was such a Goody Two Shoes, but maybe corrupting that was part of the intrigue.

Maggie felt Zeke hug her towards him, and she relaxed into his shoulder. It was the only thing keeping her from throwing her phone or crying or screaming because she just couldn’t make a decision and it hurt so badly. If this was anyone else (or maybe, nearly anyone else), she could cut them off in a heartbeat. Why couldn’t she do the same with Ana? Or rather, “Eliana”, as she revealed.

But…was “Eliana” different from “Ana” somehow?

Scanning through threads, she found the one from Rin. (Rin was sweet too.) Going through it again, the negative side of her thoughts were beaten back. Then she found the one from Aurora, the trusted Student Council President. Ana had saved her life, and this thread divided her warring mind in half for the umpteenth time.

“Hey,” Zeke coaxed her attention towards him, tugging under her chin with a finger, “you don’t have to decide right now. Maybe take a break from the app for a while.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think my mind will stop until I reach a conclusion.”

“What can I do, then?”

“...What do you think?”

He let out a deep breath. “Well…she’s kind. She…upheld her duties.”

“But she sabotaged them!”

“Yes…but…do you really think she intended to betray the person she loved?”

Maggie’s emotions welled up, then halted again.

“Maybe you could ask.”

But she couldn’t shake that same feeling. She didn’t want more answers. She wanted to call Ana a traitor and cut her off and be done with it.

What was stopping her?

Every smile felt like a lie. Every comment felt like deceit. Every time she called them “friends” felt as though the word was used to manipulate her. And yet, there was a part of her that denied that. A part that said, “That isn’t Ana.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I feel like…I feel like I want to yell at her. And call her a traitor, and call her a filthy thief and a liar! And ask ‘how could you do this to us?! I thought I could trust you!’”

“...Would you be happy with that?”

“...I don’t know.”

“Then, what else are you thinking?”

“...That I don’t want to let go. But another part of me is telling me that I should.”

“Is it telling you that you should for your sake, or someone else’s?”

A stuttered sound came from her mouth. What did he mean by that? Though, it still managed to make her think. As if she knew an answer deep down in her heart, but her brain wasn’t about to unearth it.

“What do you think is best for you, Maggie? If no one else’s opinion mattered but yours, what would you choose?”

Gaze retreating back to the grass, she bore a hole into the ground. “...I…”

#[ Familiar Faces Through the Storm ]#word spores #writeblr #Magdalene Holly #Ezekiel Fallon #Maggie and Friends #in my efforts to distance this from the RP setting #I changed the names that weren't my own #notably 'Eliana Avispon' and 'Ayan'

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izarblack · 2 years

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Pardon grammar, not done by laptop or pc. Done by phone since laptop is dead.

-short chapter-

∆ Years before it all began ∆

CHAPTER FOUR

The first sense that came to him was sound. He could hear the crackling of a nearby fire, the soft tapping of rain hitting the windowpane, and the light sounds of someone breathing nearby. The even sounds told is muddled mind they were sleeping. His sense of smell came next as he detected to smell of burning wood and the smell of herbs. The came the warmth, his body registering the softness of bedding in which he lay. The came the pain the pain that brought back his nightmare that wouldn't end any time soon.

His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him, tears springing to his eyes as he remembered what happened. A sob tore through his throat as he tried to stifle it. He it hurt so much. His body, his heart,... His soul.

He wasn't aware his body wracking sobs had awoken the person sleeping nearby. A warm hand enveloped one of his, as well as one being lightly placed on his head to gently run through his hair. His mismatched eyes blinked open slowly to star up into ice blue orbs.

"I'm here Izar.... Hush, it's okay..." Nunoux said in a gentle tone.

"She's gone... She's really gone," he sobbed.

"I'm sorry... So sorry, Izar."

Izar kept crying for a while. His red and green colored orbs swollen from the amount of crying he did. When he calmed down enough he realized they weren't alone. Others were there dressed in armor, he could only assume them to be soldiers.

"Izar, can you... Tell us what happened?" Nunoux drew his attention to him.

It was then he noticed Nunoux was also dressed in armor, "We were coming back from our hunting trip. We were at the base of the incline leading back to home when mom suddenly stopped the cart. I knew something was wrong so I stayed quiet."

Izar's eyes took on a distant look as he relived the event, "We didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Mom motioned for me to put our hunts away. I think she did it to distract me from the cottage door which was open slightly... It happened so fast after that..."

Nunoux held his hand as he watched Izar speak about that horrific night. His face was pale and he was sweating a lot, mostly from the pain he was physically going through, but nonetheless stayed strong to tell his story... Their story.

"They attacked her... Throwing her to the ground outside our home. They were laughing as they fought her. They reveled in her screams but mom kept fighting no matter how much pain she was in. Before I knew it she'd killed a few of them."

Some of the soldiers straightened and whispered amongst themselves. But none of this drew his attention. His focus no longer on his surroundings.

"They found me in my hiding place, I had been so caught up in watching the fight... Worrying for her safety... I'm an idiot. Because of me she fought harder to protect me... All because I got found... All because I couldn't get away in time when the bigger guy attacked me, because of those damn visions..."

More whispers and speculations filled the air at the mention of visions. Nunoux gave the men a look and they all fell silent.

"She fought him like a powerful Tigress would. She didn't give up, even when one of her arms was laying useless at the side from one of the other thugs strikes previously. He cut her up so much and she only had the one blade left... I couldn't watch it happen... And then suddenly everything was numb and a white hot fury was building within me. I didn't think about it... I grabbed mother's discarded blade and with all my strength plunged it into his side when he wasn't paying attention to me."

He shivered and his fingers twitched against the covers at the memory of his first time cutting a person open.

"When she leapt into action after my attack she slice open his throat making sure it would be the last strike she ever did on him, we thought it was over then. The rest of his men scattered to the winds... But one... One stayed to take revenge. Their target had been me, but mother... S-she took the blow meant for me, splicing over her back deeply. She couldn't fight anymore... And then... I blacked out. When I came too I was standing over the man who'd killed her."

More whispers, but this time Nunoux did nothing to stop them as he climbed into the bed next to him and flifted him up to rest up against him. He felt Izar wince but made no other protest to it.

"I dropped the dagger and moved to her. I didn't want to believe she was dead... I tugged at her body until I could hold her in my arms. And I knew... I knew she wouldn't be coming back to me... It's my fault. It's all my fault... She's not here because of me..."

He held Izar as he cried, Nunoux looked to the others and they nodded before they left. He waited for Izar to vome back to himself and his crying dulled to soft hiccups and sniffles.

"We had been tracking a terrible bandit group before you and your mom went on your hunt. I had hoped we would get them routed before you both came back. But we lost their trail for a day and by the time we realized where they went... I hoped we would make it in time. Tgat maybe by some miracle that you both had decided to wait another night or got waylaid by some beast."

He held Izar close as he finally allowed himself to mourn the loss of a great friend. Someone who had fought valiantly to keep her child alive and breathing to see another day.

"I knew she was a great warrior, I never knew how great. I am so glad your alive Izar and I am so sorry for the loss of your mother, V'atillia," Izer kept silently crying, clinging to Nunoux who cried silently as he held him.

Once they'de both calmed down Nunoux layed Izar flat on his stomach to tend to his major wound on his back again. Cleaning and disinfecting the wound before applying more herbs to the stitched up wound. Healing magic could only do so much. It had saved Izar but this major wound had been infected by the time a healer had gotten to him. So the best they could do was to stop the bleeding and nothing more.

Izar was biting the linen beneath him, trying desperately to not make a sound. Once Nunoux finished tending to his wound, only then did he un clench his jaw. Tears of relief spilled over the edge of his eyes.

"Sleep Izar, I will be here when you wake again," slowly Izar nodded of to sleep without much protest.

Though some part of him dreaded what might await h in the darkest depths of his dreams.

#final fantasy xiv #fanfic #izar black

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

#haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#hq x y/n #haikyu angst #haikyuu angst #hq angst #hq x reader #angst #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou #bo x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Daisies Mean ‘I’m an Idiot’

Summary: Spencer unintentionally declines when Y/N asks him out because he couldn’t possibly be the man she was describing to Penelope in her office.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: light to mild angst with fluffy ending, one swear word

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: this is for @homoose ‘s 2k celebration. congrats!! sorry for the angst but the ending is super fluffy to make up for it!

Spencer was going to drop off a file to Garcia when he heard the hushed whispers of you and Penelope. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop so he was beginning to quietly close the door but something caught his attention.

“Penelope, I don’t think I can ask him out. He’s literally way out of my league.”

Spencer’s movements halted, he knew it was wrong but he had to hear the end of this conversation. Spencer didn’t think it was possible that someone could be out of your league, you were perfect.

“I know for a fact he will say yes, Y/N,” Penelope assured you.

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t see me like that but I really wish he did. I love talking to him and he is so kind and cute and goddamn perfect,” you whined.

Spencer closed the door. He had heard enough. Whoever this guy was was the luckiest man on Earth.

Okay, there he is. He’s just sitting at his desk doing files like usual, no big deal. You can do this, Y/N.

You were trying to work up the courage to ask Spencer out. You had saved it for until after you had finished your files and Hotch had told you that you were free to go so that if this went south, you could leave quickly.

“Hey, Spencer,” you slowly approached his desk.

He looked up from his file and for some reason, his warm smile didn’t seem as bright today. Already a great start.

“Uh there’s um a showing of Little Women tonight and I know you said you have read the book multiple times but never seen the movie and I-I already have two tickets and-” you began to say.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought but I’m busy,” Spencer quickly cut you off, looking back down at his file.

“Oh um okay. S-Sorry to bother you,” you twisted your lips, trying to not let the tears overflow just yet.

You grabbed your coat and bag from your desk and hurriedly made your way to the glass doors.

Penelope was on her way to make copies when she passed you repeatedly hitting the elevator button as if it would make the elevator get to the sixth floor faster.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

You turned around with tears running down your cheeks, “He said no, Pen. I was in the middle of asking him to a movie and dinner and he cut me off. He must have known where I was going with it and shut me down as quickly as possible. God, I’m so stupid,” you sniffled.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open as you stepped inside.

“Will you go with me? I still wanna watch the movie so I have an excuse to cry in the dark while eating candy and popcorn with my best friend,” you asked.

“Of course, I’ll go with you, sweetie,” she agreed, “But I really don’t understand why Spencer said no.”

“Because he doesn’t like me like that...just as I thought,” you sighed as the elevator doors closed.

Spencer felt bad for turning down your movie invitation but he knew you would find someone else to go with. Maybe it would even give you the push to ask out that guy. As much as it would kill Spencer on the inside, he just wanted you to be happy. He couldn’t be with you tonight though, he had to process the devastating confirmation that his massive crush was completely one-sided and always would be.

He was trying so hard to focus on the files in front of him but his mind kept wandering off to you. He was the last one in the bullpen which was a rarity.

Spencer felt a swift smack on the back of his head.

“Ow!” Spencer turned around, rubbing the back of his head, to see Penelope standing there with a file in her hand.

“That is for making Y/N cry,” she huffed.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“You cut her off in the middle of her trying to ask you out. Even though I thought you liked her too, you could at least give her the decency to finish her sentence, Reid,” Penelope was storming out of the bullpen.

Spencer was already up and out of his chair, running to catch up with her. How was she so speedy for someone in high heels.

“She was asking me out?” Spencer followed Penelope into her lair.

“What did you think she was doing, genius?”

“I don’t know. We go to the movies together sometimes and those weren’t dates,” Spencer was trying to put the pieces together in his head.

“Well if you let her finish,” Penelope glared at Spencer, “she was going to ask you to dinner after but you had to be rude about it. She had it all planned out. Poor girl was so worked up about it.”

“I wasn’t trying to be rude,” Spencer frantically insisted, “I heard her talking about asking a guy out this morning and I got a little upset. I just didn’t want to spend the whole night listening to her talk about her plans with some other guy soon and trying to act like it doesn’t hurt.”

“She was talking about you,” Penelope rolled her eyes.

“She thinks I’m cute and loves talking to me?” Spencer asked incredulously.

“Yes, she does. And you just made her go home crying. So what are we going to do about that?”

You texted Penelope that you were outside the theater. You sat down on a bench, fiddling with your fingers as you waited.

Two converse appeared in your peripheral vision. You looked up to see Spencer, holding a bouquet of flowers, completely out of breath.

“I-I-Oh my god, that was a long run from the metro. Give me one sec,” he bent over his knees to catch his breath.

After his breathing had stabilized, he extended the flowers towards you, “The purple hyacinth is traditionally given to ask for forgiveness but the florist didn’t have those. Daisies usually symbolize innocence but in this case, let’s just say they mean ‘I’m an idiot and incredibly sorry’.”

You didn’t say anything so Spencer continued, “I heard you and Penelope this morning. I know it was wrong to listen in on a private conversation but I couldn’t help myself. You were talking about some guy that you thought you didn’t have a chance with and I thought that couldn’t possibly be me because well, look at you! You’re so beautiful and perfect. You’re way out of my league. Way out of anyone’s league for that matter, you could get anyone you wanted so I’m so sorry I couldn’t process that you were actually asking me out on a date. I couldn’t and still can’t comprehend why you would choose me.”

You patted the bench for him to sit down next to you.

“Why wouldn’t I like you, Spencer? You’re sweet, handsome, generous, and you make me smile,” you spoke softly.

“Y/N, is there any chance you would let me see the movie with you and take you to dinner afterwards?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes but the only thing is I’m in sweats because I was kind of expecting Penelope,” you laughed.

“You would still and always will be the most beautiful girl wherever we go,” he smiled.

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golbrocklovely · 3 years

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never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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september nights

request: i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.”

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.”

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door, feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you.

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you.

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations.

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed.

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne.

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special.

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again.

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his.

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek.

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers.

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs.

��y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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Hi! So, I just read one of the prompts you did with diavolo x fem!reader and i loved it. It was really good!

Can I ask for prompt 110 " for your safety I'll be gentle" or 34 "I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional" (or both, your choice) with Bucciarati x fem!reader, please? 🤗💕

Omg omg omg, I had this idea sitting in my brain for a long time, you are a blessing!!!

Prompt 34: I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional

Pairing: teacher! Bruno Buccellati x fem! student! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, teacher/student dynamic, school sex, fingering, corruption kink, dirty talk, loss of virginity (?, with fingers, does that count?)

Professor Buccellati lets out an exasperated sigh, trying his best to keep a calm friendly expression in his handsome face, and you can’t help but look coyly at your knees, fingers fidget nervously with the hem of your skirt. He’s been trying to explain you this topic for half an hour now, man has tried every way of elucidation his mind could produce, but your brain stubbornly refuses to assimilate information that teacher gives you

Brunette takes off his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers, his pretty eyebrows are knitter together

- Okay, don’t worry Y/n. I see that you understand this topic but you just need some time so your brain can process all the information. That’s enough for today, go and get some proper rest, - your teacher says, closing the book laying in front of you with a soft flop

You look at your teacher, disconnect glimmer in your eyes:

- No, signire Buccellati, I need to work more! I’ll have my first final next week, I can’t just sit around waisting my time! - you reply, hint of complaint in your tone. Brunette just sighs heavily, his eyes wander all over your sulky pretty face

- Y/n, I can see the dark bags under your eyes, when did you sleep properly? - man inquires, looking sternly, but still with a hint of softness in his gaze, like if he was scolding a toddler for their little mischief. You don’t find what to answer. But really, when? You can’t even remember the last time you slept over 4 hours

- That’s what I’m saying. Don’t overwork yourself, you need to relax. I’m sure that you know everything, and I know that you’ll do great on your finals, so get your mind off school for a little bit. Go to the caffe with your friends, watch some anime or what do teenagers do now? - professor says, making you smile at his last words

- I just can’t make myself relax. I’ve tried so many times, but none of my attempts worked. Even when I listen to music I subconsciously start to reiterate all the formulas. It seems like I’m slowly going insane. I just don’t know what to do to distract myself from studying, I’ve tried literally everything I could, - you confess quietly, suddenly you feel pity on yourself. Slowly losing your mind because of preparation for final exams - definitely not the life you wanted

Brunette stays silent for almost a minute before letting out a sigh, his voice drones on, cutting through the silence of the classroom

- Well, I have one idea on my mind, it may help, - man says in appealing tone, you raise your eyes from your knees on the man sitting next to you, your sight full of attention and hope

- Really? - you ask, note of disbelief in your voice makes older man smile placidly at your reaction

- Yes, but I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional with you then, - man replies, watching intently at your reaction on his words. You only nod aggressively a few times, ready to pick up on everything your teacher will say

You don’t understand much what’s going on when your teacher tilts your head by your chin to face him, the next moment his plump lips are pressed gently against yours, man’s hot breath tickles your cheeks. Your eyes widen and you bleat in protest, but signore Buccellati hushes at you, pulling back a little

- That’s okay Y/n, that’s part of the plan. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna work, you want me to help you, don’t you? - brunette utters hastily and his deep calm voice works wonders, turning you into a putty goo in brunette’s arms. You only nod silently, the expression on your face is kind of bewildered, bright blush adorns your cheeks. That makes your teacher smile with the corners of his mouth, his warm hand that was holding your head by the chin now caresses the side of your face

- That’s my good girl. So just trust me and try not to make too much noise, okay?

Your lips meet again, but this time the kiss is way more ardent and passionate. Professor Buccellati parts your lips with his tongue, shoving it inside of your mouth, trailing it along the raw of your teeth. You whimper quietly at older man’s manipulations, you put your slightly sweaty from nervousness palms on brunette’s shoulders, squeezing them faintly, eyes are shut tight, eyelashes flutter against your cheeks

Professor’s free hand lays atop of your thigh, gently tracing intricate patterns on your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. You rub your legs together feeling heat starting to gather in the bottom of your stomach, all the debauched sounds that your mouthes do turn both of you even more

- Sit on the desk, - your teacher rasps and you’re quick to obey, doing as you’re told and sitting yourself on top of the desk you’ve just sat at. Signore Buccellati soon splays your legs wide, nestling himself between them. Your lips meet again in a wet sloppy kiss, brunette’s hands roam your body, paying special attention to your breasts and hips

Older man leaves trail of kisses leading down to your neck, his lips softly caress your skin leaving you a whining mess in your teacher’s experienced arms. He unbuttons your shirt just enough to reveal your breasts, shifting your bra up a little to free your tender tits. Soon his lips play with one of your sensitive nipples, making you blush even harder. You nibble down on your bottom lip trying to suppress all the cries and whimpers coming from your throat, you subconsciously start rocking your hips upwards, trying to grind your groin against your teacher

Bruno’s hand makes its way down to your throbbing sex, his fingers glide slowly on your soft pussy covered with already dampening pink fabric

- Such a good little girl, already all wet for me, - professor Buccellati murmurs against your ear, his voice is velvety deep, you can’t help but open your legs wider giving man full access to your body

Your hands that were previously gripping on teacher’s shirt come higher, timidly embracing signore Buccellati by his broad shoulders. This bashful gesture makes man smile softly, he leans forward in your touch and your nuzzle your face into his neck, the sweet smell his perfume makes you feel even more dizzy

Professor nudges your clit through the fabric of your underwear, forcing thick mewl to escape your lips. He hushes at you softly, soothingly rubbing your lower back with his other hand

- Principessa, you gotta be quiet. Otherwise we’re gonna get caught, and that definitely won’t end up well, - teacher explains and you only nod at his words, nibbling harder into your bottom lip. Man places a quick kiss on your temple, his hands ruck your skirt up and you can feel his fingers hooking the elastic of your panties, tugging them down, easing your underwear down your legs, taking pink garment off of your body

Air of the classroom feels cold against your now exposed slicked folds and you unconsciously try to close your legs, but professor’s slim body between them doesn’t allow you to do so. Brunette’s index and middle fingers glide over your naked cunny, his touches are so light that you can barely feel them. You whine protestingly, bucking your hips upwards to feel your teacher caressing you properly

Signore Buccellati takes pity on you, finally giving in, his fingers part your slicked folds, making you shiver slightly. His thumb traces around your needy clit a few times before gently rubbing it, making you tighten your grip on his shoulders. Man presses his lips against your neck again, littering your skin with small kisses. Your back arches at the feeling of professor’s long finger carefully sliding inside of your virgin pussy. You let out a sweat moan, your toes curl at the newfound feeling of fullness and you cling on your teacher so desperately

Buccellati starts moving, burying his finger to the hilt in your velvety heat, and then fully slipping it out of your body, and then everything repeats. His lips find yours, capturing your bitten mouth in a deep fervid kiss to which you respond eagerly. Man puts his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, making you lay on the cold surface of the desk

Now professor’s strong figure is now crouched over your trembling form, he places his hand on the desk next to your head propping himself up, while the other one works in between your thighs, pleasuring your stressed tiny body. Signore Buccellati’s face is just in a few inches away from yours, he looks intently at you, reveling in your every smallest reaction, exploring every pretty feature of you. Soon his eyes stop right on yours, making an eye contact, what causes you to blush even harder

You feel your teacher slowly adding second finger, breaching your tender cunny, making you squeal beneath him. His digits stretch your inner walls, setting your mind to the state of euphoria. Professor’s fingers find some special place inside of you, rubbing it with every experienced thrust, all while his thumb works on your clit. Your eyes roll into your skull, and you’re just about to cry out your teacher’s name but you quickly shut yourself up, slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling drooly moans

A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of signore Buccellati’s fingers curling up inside of you. Tears of pleasure run down your temples, getting lost in your hair, your thighs start trembling as you feel warmth suffusing you. Professor quickens the jutting of his hand, slamming his fingers in and out of your needy body

Pleasure comes in waves, crashing over you like a tsunami. You bite down on your fingers, trying your best not to moan as professor works out your orgasm, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers praises and sweet nothings. Your free hand grips on teacher’s shoulder, probably crumpling his navy blue shirt up, but both of you could care less

Professor doesn’t slip his fingers out of your quivering cunny, gently massaging your inner walls as you slowly get off your high. When your brain finally comes back to work you look at your teacher’s handsome face, his lips are curved into satisfied leer as his ocean blue eyes look hypnotically at you, hint of mischievousness sparkle in them

Well, signore Buccellati sure did help you to take your mind off of school

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wkemeup · 4 years

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Sunrise (6)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU) pairings: bucky x reader chapter word count: 6.7k warnings: PTSD, flashbacks/panic attack, a hint into our girl’s past, the sweetest fluff, another book rec 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

“So, you really melted ice man's heart, huh?”

You pouted, throwing Sam a warning glare as you turned back to the stack of books on the cart.

It had only been a few days since the night on the park bench and you had seen Bucky nearly every evening since. Most of the time you’d find him waiting by the chairs at the entrance to the library for you to get off shift, hair tucked under a baseball cap and hand brushing down at the thigh of his jeans, like maybe he was nervous enough to find the evidence in his palms. He’d brighten up as you spotted him, a lightness coming over his features. You’d lead him down the residential side streets, through canopied trees and flowerbeds along the sidewalk, to spend a few hours at Luciana’s sipping decaf and nibbling through pastries.

The crowds didn’t bother him as much lately it seemed, or maybe he was getting used to the hustle of rush hour after spending so much time avoiding it. Part of you wondered whether your hand slipping into his and the constant pressure of a slight squeeze had anything to do with it. You wondered if it grounded him like an anchor when his body was eager to float off into space.

He was so impossibly sweet with you; hesitant, like Mrs. Jefferson had said the first day he wandered into the library, but still, there was a lingering charm in it. It sat in the way he looked at you, like he was trying to memorize the lines on your faces, in the way he listened to your long rambles on the latest book you were assigning him, how he had no interest in cutting you off, like maybe he could have listened to you talk for an eternity if you’d let him.

Bucky Barnes was a little rough on his edges, with some fraying seams and broken pieces, but he was still whole – still complete and wonderful and beautiful. He was soft in his undertones, glimpses of a subtle charm and confidence slipping through the cracks in the small moments when he let his guard down. You didn’t know the Bucky before the war that Sam and Steve spoke so fondly of, but you knew the man he was now and well, this Bucky was everything.

“He seems like he’s doing better,” Sam said, a little softer this time as he leaned his back to the book shelf. His arms folded over his chest, a smile resembling a sort of pride pushing up at his cheeks. “Took me months to convince him to leave the apartment long enough to check out the VA and you’ve got him down here visiting you almost every day. He’s walking through rush hour just to see you, Y/n. That’s huge for him! Hell, his face might break from how much he’s been smiling lately...”

You laughed, hushing Sam as an elderly woman shot a pointed stare in his direction. Sam held his arms up in defense.

“He seems happy, Y/n,” Sam finished as you set another book onto the shelf. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

“I get you’re implying that it’s my doing,” you said unconvinced, “but he’s stronger than you give him credit for, Sam. He would have come around on his own. He just needed time. All of you did when you got back. Clearly some more than others. But Bucky... he suffered an immeasurable loss over there. Imagine what that must be like for him to have to readjust to his own body. Of course, he needed time.”

Sam was still smiling at you, nodding along, like maybe you were only proving his point. You believed so strongly in Bucky that it didn’t even cross your mind that maybe it was because of you that he’d started to find himself again. You hadn’t known Bucky when he was holed up in his apartment, shielding himself from the light and drowning in his own anguish. It broke your heart to imagine him sitting alone in a dark, messy apartment, staring at the walls and wishing he were someone else.

You couldn’t imagine him like that because the man you knew was sweet beyond measure and he made your stomach twist into knots from a simple look across the room. It didn’t seem possible that the light could be drained from the blue of his eyes.

“I’m not trying to fix him, Sam,” you mumbled under your breath, keeping your eyes trained on the task at hand. “He doesn’t need fixing. I just... I like him and... I like spending time with him. If that means he’s doing better, if he’s starting to look more like the guy you knew, then... that’s good.”

Sam paused, pursing his lips as he studied your face for the subtle reflexes upon your features. You weren’t sure what he was looking for or maybe it was that he was debating whether to argue with you further on the subject, but eventually he resided to concede, letting out a heavy exhale.

“Just... thank you,” Sam said, relief etched into his voice. “It’s nice having my friend back.”

You looked up at him, a little stunned. “Sam, I haven’t done anything. We haven’t even...um... We aren’t...”

He smiled at you, something genuine, something softer than the cheesy grins you were used to from him. It was a glimpse into who Sam was behind the jokes and the comedic breaks in tension; a man who cared so deeply for the people in his life that he’d cross mountains to see them smile again. He’d come to your aid without so much as a second thought when you’d needed him most, when your world was thrown completely upside down, and here he was again, putting everything he had into making his friend feel whole again.

Sam put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “You’ve done more than you realize.”

You stared at him for a moment, a little lost for words. Could just a few extra days spent wandering around the library, sitting across a café table nursing coffee and scones, and curling up on a park bench have that kind of impact? If you let yourself stop to realize how much brighter your days felt when Bucky was in them, maybe you’d understand what Sam meant.

“Besides,” Sam shrugged as his smile drifted, “it’s nice to see you happy again, too. Moving on.”

You swallowed and it tasted of bile. The book nearly slipped from your hand.

Sam chewed on the edge of his lip, a hand swiping over the top of his head. “I know it’s been a few years since we lost—”

“Please— don’t,” you choked out.

Sam bowed his head, nodding, and you could already feel the swell in your throat. You exhaled a tense breath that struggled to push past your lungs and forced yourself to continue restocking the books, concentrating on the alphabetizing and weathered feel of the covers.

“It’s still hard for me to talk about him, too,” Sam admitted, leaning against the shelf. He shoved his hands into his pockets, a frown pushing on his lips that felt so incredibly unnatural to the man you knew. “But the pain of it doesn’t hurt as much when we have reasons to get up in the morning. Reasons to smile, still. Good things to look forward to.”

You nodded, willing yourself not to cry. It had been so long since you let yourself drift into the memory of the man you’d lost, the name behind the membership card of the loved ones left behind to war heavy in your pocket.

“All I’m saying is Bucky’s good for you too, kid,” Sam smiled softly nudging you in the shoulder and tickling your sides until a laugh escaped. You clamped a hand down over your mouth as the two of you earned another pointed stare from the elderly woman lurking in the romance section. Sam raised his hands in defense.

You wiped at your eyes, cheeks burning from grinning. “I could have told you that, you know.”

“Speak of the devil.” Sam nodded over to the top of the staircase where a man emerged, holding onto the banister; a mop of long brown hair swayed down into his face, a dark green army jacket hung over his shoulders with a sleeve draped down at his left side untouched.

Whatever remained of the lump burning in your throat dissipated, the weight in your pocket feeling a little lighter. A smile grew so wide on your checks you’d nearly forgotten the frown that had ached in the very same muscles just moments earlier.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” you laughed as he approached, a little surprised to see him. You nearly wrapped your arms around him before you stopped yourself. You’d only gone as far to hold his hand and you weren’t even sure he’d be comfortable with it given Sam was standing directly on your left.

“Hey,” he replied nervously, pushing a hand through his hair. It looked noticeably softer, a bit of a shine to it, and you wondered if he’d started to care for it again. It was the first time you’d seen him without the baseball cap on. He exchanged a look with Sam before turning back to you. “You said that it got pretty slow on Thursdays and I just wanted to offer you some company but... seems like that’s already covered.”

“Sam can leave!”

Sam pouted dramatically at you as Bucky started to laugh under his breath. It wrinkled up into his eyes and you saw for a moment what Sam had meant; a brightness had returned to the shimmering shades of the open blue skies in his eyes in favor of the muted and darkened ocean waves you’d seen that first day in the VA.

“That hurts, you know,” Sam whined, hand clutching at the fabric on his chest as if he could reach inside and touch his own heart. “We were friends long before this one wandered on scene.”

“Bye Sam,” you sang, waving him off with a nudging on his back. Hands pressed into his shoulder blades, Sam dug his heels into the multicolored carpet under his feet to keep you from pushing him along. You started to laugh loud enough for the woman who scolded Sam earlier to turn in your direction with a scowl upon her face.

“Alright, alright,” Sam groaned. He stood up straight, brushing you off. “Have fun, kids. Buck, I’ll see you Thursday for the game, right?”

Bucky nodded; hand tucked into his pocket. “Steve’s on nacho duty and we both know he’ll bring enough for twenty people, so you better.”

Sam grinned, pumping his fist in the air. “Exactly what I want to hear.”

“Weren’t you leaving...?” you teased, arms folded over your chest. Sam stuck out his tongue at you and quickly disappeared down the steps. You could hear the rhythmic bounce of his footsteps all the way to the bottom floor. You turned back to Bucky. “So, Thursday night football, huh?”

“Steve started it,” Bucky chuckled, a nervous hand raking through his hair. “They’ve been trying to rope me into game nights since baseball season started. Never had the interest before, I guess.”

That was what Sam was talking about; the small changes in his friend, little pieces of hope embedded into each day, small allowances of motivation and joy. He was finding it again.

“And now?” you inquired and Bucky shrugged.

“Sounds like it could be nice. Haven’t watched a game with them like that since before—” He swallowed, eyes darting down. It took a minute, a short breath in and a tense exhale before he cleared his throat and pushed out a smile. “Anyway, how are you? I didn't mean to interrupt if you were hanging out with Wilson, honest.”

“Oh, don’t worry about Sam. He likes the attention too much.” You laughed, stepping a little closer.

Glancing down at his hand as he held it down by his side – not tucked into his pocket, not curled up in a fist – and you dared to reach for it. You felt the slight twinge of surprise as he jolted under the touch, but relaxed almost instantly as you intertwined your fingers.

“I’m better now that you’re here,” you said simply, running your free hand soothingly along his arm. It wasn’t unfamiliar contact but it was still new. You could tell it still felt like the first time for him any time you touched him, like he was trying to retrain his body on how to accept touch like this; something gentle and affectionate. You put as much compassion and warmth into each embrace as you could, hoping it might help alleviate some of that anxiety.

He smiled at you, squeezing your hand in return. “Was kinda hoping you’d say that.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded, a smile growing on his face as he watched your right hand slide along his arm, running over the bumps in his jacket and feeling for the muscle underneath. If it bothered him, he gave no indication. Instead, he squeezed your hand again, readjusting his fingers, rubbing his thumb sweetly along the back of your hand.

“Come on,” you nodded, gesturing to the book shelf behind you. “I’ve got more books to put away and I could use some of that company you promised.”

***

Three hours later and Bucky was sitting on one of the beanbags in the Children’s Corner, reading the latest book on a seemingly never-ending list you’d assigned for him: The Silver Linings Playbook by Mathew Quick – the story of a man determined to find the good in the bad as he navigates an evenly matched chaotic love interest, the approval of a strict, suburban Philadelphian family, and an undying loyalty to Eagles’ football.

After Bucky had helped place a few of the novels on the tallest shelves, you insisted you weren’t intent to put him to work and pushed him onto the beanbag chair. Most of the time he pretended to read while he watched you weave around the aisles. Always bright when patrons approached and sneaking a few lines of narrative from each book as you placed it on the shelf, as if you could capture a glimpse of each story and hold it for later.

You were never more than a few aisles away and he caught you peering over at him every so often, just checking to make sure he was still there. He winked at you as you caught his eye and a laugh would escape passed your lips despite your effort to hide it before you disappeared back to your task.

He was nearly halfway through the book, using the same clip you’d given him the first day of book club, when he heard the small voice of a child clear their throat.

A girl, no older than eight, stood behind you as you stocked one of the children’s shelves. She tapped on your spine and backed up a few paces, holding her hands tightly in front of her.

Bucky couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but you knelt down to her level – the same as you’d done for the boy in the café – and nodded intently to what she was saying. Then, after scratching at your head, scrunching up your face in thought, you brought the girl over to a different aisle and pulled out a book for her.

She glanced over the cover for only a few seconds before she tugged the book tight to her chest and squealed. She thanked you quickly with an enthusiastic wave before she rushed off to a couple standing by the elevator. She wrapped her arms around her father’s legs, excitedly showing her mother the book you’d selected for her.

But Bucky couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. You stood from your place in the aisle as you watched the interaction between the girl and her parents; how the father patted her on the head and ruffled up her hair, much to the child’s infectious delight, how the mother picked up the book and raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Your hands were crossed over your heart, a smile brimming bright on your face. Bucky couldn’t imagine how anyone had come to be as genuine and warm as you were; filled with an unending compassion for others beyond anything he’d ever seen before and a love in the simplicity of kindness. When you looked back over at him, he could hardly catch his breath.

“Hey,” you called sweetly, skipping up to him. The sleeves of a golden yellow sweater hung past your fingertips and you curled the excess fabric into your palms. “My shift’s over in a few minutes.”

Bucky blinked a few times, pulling himself from his stare before he glanced over at the clocking hanging high above the books. “Wow. That went fast.”

You nodded, swaying on your heels.

“Luciana’s?” you asked as you bit down on your lip, that nervous kind of look about you like you might actually believe he’d ever turn down more time with you.

Bucky exhaled a breath of relief, closing the book in his lap. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Come on,” you grinned, extending your hand to him.

You took the book first, placing it into the small bag draped over your shoulder, and slipped your hand into his. Bucky let you tug him up to his feet, though he didn’t need the help despite the sinking feeling of the bean bag chair numbing his legs. He liked the feeling of your hand wrapped tightly in his own and he liked it even more so when you didn’t let go.

“Heading out, dear?” Mrs. Jefferson called by the front desk as you passed by. She ran her eyes over Bucky, that signature smirk present upon her lips, though you didn’t seem to notice. She winked at him and he felt the tips of his ears burn red.

“Yes, ma’am! I’ll see you tomorrow,” you replied, waving her off as you pulled Bucky to the doors.

It was warmer outside than he was expecting, with children running down the sidewalk and tourists in matching t-shirts chasing on their heels. They carried pinwheels in their hands and bags of popcorn as if they’d been by a carnival – which seemed odd in the middle of Brooklyn. Another family across the street pushed a small child in a stroller with paint on her face in the shape of rainbows and a bag of cotton candy curled up tight in her hand.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, confused.

“I love this time of year,” you sighed, leaning your head to his shoulder as you walked. “Look at the sky. It’s beautiful.”

The sun was beginning its decent beyond the horizon, the dark cast of a night sky peering over the light blues as they faded into reds and oranges and a distant glimpse of purple. The stars had begun to peak through the clouds.

“Forgot how dark it can get,” Bucky said as you guided him back to the residential streets.

You shrugged. “Earlier sunset though. Makes for a nicer walk after my shift.”

Bucky smiled at that. You always managed to find the silver lings in every cloud, no matter how dark or grey or filled with rain – you found the good. He wondered for a moment, if you could manage to do the same in him, too.

“It was nice of you to come by today,” you said. You nudged his hip as you adjusted your hold on his hand with a gentle squeeze. When he looked down at you, you were smiling at him.

“Just like spending time with you.” Bucky shrugged, trying to play it off casually, though his heart was racing. You nodded slowly, the smile growing even wider on your face, though you didn’t say anything.

The sidewalks were empty on this part of the walk and while a silence had taken over between you, it was comfortable, like the wrap of a warm blanket. Your hand still tucked into his, a gentle squeeze now and then to remind him you were there, a soft humming under your breath. There was a sense of peace in it, a safety he hadn’t known in a very long time.

The quiet had been his enemy for so long. He’d done everything he could to avoid it; favoring instead the white noise of a broken satellite channel, the clanging of the radiator he’d never fixed, the static of an empty radio station. The quiet allowed too many memories to come through, memories he would have rather left behind when he boarded that plane for the last time. The quiet mocked him and pushed him so far inside himself, he was underwater.

But now—now there was a kindness in it. The quiet granted him the moments to listen for the gentle rise of your breaths and the hum in your voice. It allowed him a chance to focus on the click of your boots to the sidewalk and the way you said his name like he was something to behold. The silence gave him you.

And it was ripped away in an instant.

He felt the vibration of it, felt the rumble in his chest and the skip in his heart, before he ever heard the thunderous echo of the explosion.

No time to react, Bucky shoved you to the ground, throwing his body on top of yours, his arm casting up to shield your face. He couldn’t feel the heat of the fire, but he knew it must be close.

“Bucky!” you called, frantic, but your voice sounded too far away. His ears were ringing, his heart pounding so loudly he wondered if it could jump straight out from his chest, if it would spill broken and bloody onto your sweater below.

You called his name again, trying to grab his attention, but it was muffled, like you were calling to him from beneath an ocean.

He dared a glance back over his shoulder, searching for enemy soldiers, IEDs, tanks, trunks, anything, but he was only met with empty streets, autumn-colored leaves, and brick buildings when he was sure all he would find was dirt and desert.

Something was wrong.

“Bucky, you’re alright. You’re safe. Focus on my voice,” you called to him again and he felt the touch of something cold on his face. Your hands. Cupping at his cheeks, your thumbs brushing gently over the rush of heat on his skin. He stared down at you, breathing heavy, but you were steady, calm. “Bucky, breathe for me. Come on.”

You took in a deep breath, urging him to follow.

But no—he didn’t have time. He had to get you to safety. He had to get you out of the line of fire before—

Another explosion.

He flinched as it erupted, wrapping himself tighter around you, caging you down against the sidewalk in an effort to take the brunt of debris though he felt nothing on his back. You groaned underneath him, a slight pain in your voice.

“Bucky, honey.” Your voice was miles away. He could only hear the last remaining remnants of an echo at the end of a tunnel. Your hands pressed against his face again, urging him to look at you. Your eyes were wide as you searched his, full of concern and maybe even sadness, but no fear. Why was there no fear?

“Look up for me,” you told him gently, gesturing to the sky. “You’re safe, Bucky. It’s only fireworks. Look.”

Bucky kept his focus on you. His vision was blurry, a painful ringing piercing in his ears. When you looked up at the sky, tenderly tilting his head to follow, he saw the trail of illuminated sparks against the backdrop of the setting sun as it raced into the sky.

Then – the explosion.

He still recoiled at the sound as it erupted into his chest, but he kept his eyes focused on the stream of red and gold as it fluttered against the backdrop of deep navies and the peppered brush strokes of fading purples along the horizon, the smoke disappearing in ghosted shadows against the clouds. His lips parted in shock, his breaths coming in a little quicker.

“No, I... I thought... I was so sure it...” He couldn’t finish a sentence, his mind racing faster than he could speak. He shook his head, staring up at the outlines of the firework long after it faded, the wind carrying it away. It felt so real.

“Let’s get out of the street, okay?” you soothed, drawing your fingers down his cheeks, smiling encouragingly at him. He nodded, feeling a bit out of it, like maybe he was in some sort of trance.

But then, it happened again.

The firework exploded high into the air and Bucky pressed his face to the crook of your neck, drawing you in as close as he could manage. He was shaking as you ran your hand along his spine.

“It’s okay, honey. I’ve got you.” Your voice was the only thing keeping him from disappearing inside himself entirely. He focused on the imprint of your hand on his back, the feel of your fingertips as you traced the lines on his face. He concentrated on the heat in your breath as it touched his cheeks and the pressed of your body under his.

“I live close by,” you told him, gesturing to a street off the corner. “Let’s go now, alright? Before the next one goes off.”

Bucky nodded quickly, too lost within his own head to feel the rush of embarrassment seeping into his features. His felt nauseous, his arm shaking, his legs weak and numb as he slowly backed off of you.

As you began to stand, he noticed the tiny rocks embedded into your clothing when they fell down to the sidewalk, bouncing against the concrete by your feet. There were scrapes on your elbows and a tear in your sweater.

“Come on,” you called to him, extending your hand, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the patch of red on your skin.

But then he spotted another stream of light flying high into the sky and he reached for your hand, gripping it tight before the firework went off. Even prepared, it made him stumble on his feet as it echoed down into the empty streets.

“Focus on this, alright? Focus on what you can feel,” you said, squeezing his hand tight in your own. You picked up the pace as you guided him a few blocks away from Luciana’s, further into the residential streets.

If Bucky had been in his right state of mind, he would have thought it was rather pretty; the way the sunset cast a stunning illuminated glow onto the faded brick and the pots of flowers hanging from the windowsills. The fireworks lighting up the darkest parts of the sky in effervescent colors.

You were beautiful as you tugged him along – hair a little misplaced, leaves trapped in the fabric of your sweater, cautious looks back in his direction as you pulled him by his hand. So beautiful, it kept his focus as another firework went off and he felt the hardened pressure of your grip.

“Go on inside,” you instructed, and Bucky realized he was standing at the door to an apartment – your apartment. He didn’t even realize he’d walked up a flight of stairs and crossed inside a building.

You were staring at him when he looked at you again and it was only then he saw an ounce of fear in your eyes. You squeezed his hand. “Come on now, honey. Please?”

Bucky swallowed, nodding as he stepped inside. He tried to look around, wanted to know the sort of things you kept around your apartment; if it was littered in as many books as you carried in your bag or if it had the warm tones of the colors you wore in your clothing decorated around your living room. He wanted to look at old pictures on the wall and the stand of DVDs you held onto, even without a workable DVD player, as they piled by the television. He wanted to know so much more about you.

Even in the distance, through the walls and the locked windows, he heard the firework erupt into the sky, the flash of it echoing into your apartment and lighting up the living room, and his whole body winced.

“Couch,” you told him, quickly kicking your shoes to the mat and shrugging off your jacket. You grabbed a book from your bag and tossed it onto the coffee table. When Bucky didn’t so much as move, you took careful steps closer to him and stilled.

“Do you know where you are?” you asked cautiously, almost instinctively, like maybe you’d done that before.

Bucky swallowed, though it tasted of bile. He nodded.

You bent down to untie his boots. He stepped out when you asked him to, the slight chill of your fingertips against his ankles as you removed the shoes. Then, you grabbed his hand and led him to the couch.

You laid down with your back pressed against the arm rest, one leg draped down along the back cushions, the other hung over the side. You gestured for him to follow, patting at the space of the couch between your legs.

“I...” Bucky started, finding the words lost on his tongue. He knew it would help. The pressure, the feel of you to ground him back to reality, to keep his mind from the memories swarming back to the surface, but all he could feel was the emptiness on his left, the shame of a missing piece and he couldn’t stand for you to feel it, too.

“Bucky, please,” you urged. “Let me help you.”

The echo of another firework broke into the sky, the light illuminating your apartment, and despite Bucky’s best efforts, his body flinched.

He clenched his jaw, desperately trying to keep himself in the present moment, to focus on you and the distant scent of a pine candle on the coffee table, but all he could see was a rush of wind, sand in his eyes from the storm, the laughter of a kid far too young to be carrying a weapon of that size, the low hum of a jeep, a reflection over a hillside, someone screaming, his throat raw and burning and—and—and—

“Bucky? Are you—”

He crawled down onto the couch, sinking you into the cushions and resting the full of his body weight against you. He set his head against your chest; his ear pressed to your heartbeat so he could hear the steady thumping inside, the rise and fall of each breath. His right arm snaked up around your shoulder blades, tucking his hand against you like he was cradling a pillow.

You were incredibly still for a moment, stunned that he gave in, but then he felt you relax under him. A hum nestled in your chest as you slid a hand along his spine, drawing lines and circles to ease the tension in his muscles. The other swept against his hair, pushing it from his eyes, raking into his scalp.

You laid there with him like that for a moment, soothing your hands along the tension in his body and humming soft melodies under your breath to distract him from the fireworks as they lit up the night sky. He still flinched, but he recovered quicker, focusing on the steady beat of your heart under his ear and the movement of your hands on his spine.

He felt something warm touch other the crown of his head, a shaken breath brushing over his hair. Then, the book from the coffee table made its way into your right hand, the clip you’d given him on the first day of book club, affixed to the last page he’d read in the library that day. Resting the binding on his shoulder, you began to read.

“’When I read the actual story- how Gatsby loves Daisy so much but can't ever be with her no matter how hard he tries- I feel like ripping the book in half and calling up Fitzgerald and telling him his book is all wrong, even though I know Fitzgerald is probably deceased,’” you started, a soft smile evident in your voice. “’Especially when Gatsby is shot dead in his swimming pool the first time he goes for a swim all summer, Daisy doesn't even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom, whose need for sex basically murders an innocent woman, you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there's no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you.’”

Bucky sighed, sinking further into your embrace. He didn’t even notice as the final firework took its bow amongst the stars or the burst of applause in the distance, too focused on the gentle vibrations in your voice, the smell of an old book as you flipped through the pages, stealing glances up at your face as you smiled with every word.

When you finished the chapter, you closed the book and set it gently upon the table. Your hands returned to his hair, carding through it and drawing a hum from his lips.

“You alright?”

Bucky nodded, feeling a little dizzy. He certainly felt alright enough for the numbness to wash away and a steady stream of shame and humiliation to rush in and take its place. Slowly, he lifted himself from your embrace, crawling back against the couch and sitting on the edge of the cushions. You followed him, scooting up against his side.

“I’m sorry.”

Your shoulders sank. “Bucky, please, don’t apologize for—”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this stuff, Y/n,” Bucky sighed, pinching at the bridge of his nose. Bile was etching its way up his throat. He’d never felt so helpless, so small, so vulnerable as if he were no more than a child. He was dead weight on your shoulders. He couldn’t put that on you, he couldn’t let you carry the burden he’d become.

“What if I want to?”

He dropped his hand, looking over at you to find you watching him with that same desperation he’d felt to keep you safe when he’d heard IEDs exploding in downtown Brooklyn just moments before. You reached out for his hand, putting it gently into your lap when you were met without resistance and began to trace over the lines in his palm.

“What if all I want to do is be with you? What if it’s all I can think about?” you continued, a low ache in your voice he didn’t expect. You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles and drawing a shuttering breath from his lungs. “I’d hold you for an eternity if that was what you needed.”

Bucky stared at you in stunned silence. He was a mess, barely stable and breaking apart at the seams and... and here you were, willing to stitch him together with needle and string. You saw a mosaic when all he could see were broken pieces. His lips parted to speak, but nothing came out.

Instead, your hand made its way to his cheek, cupping at the side of his face. Your eyes softened, flickering down to his lips, the touch of your fingertips grazing over his jawline and along his neck like maybe you could feel every pulse of his heartbeat.

Could you feel his fears, too? The ones that warned him that you wouldn’t like the broken, disfigured fragments he’d become? Could you tell that he was sitting on the edge of a waterfall with the rush of water under his legs, just waiting to be pushed off the ledge? Did you know it was your hand on his shoulder pulling him back to the shore?

He leaned in closer, testing his courage, until his nose brushed against yours. So impossibly close, the heat of your breath warm against his skin. You stayed there for a moment, waiting, foreheads pressed together, until Bucky dared to close the space between.

Chaste and honest. Slow and aching. He kissed you and the first touch left him breathless, shaken as he drew in an inhale. You pulled him closer, hands wrapped tenderly on the sides of his face and he could feel your lips curve up into a smile as he turned toward you, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you closer.

God, he’d never wished more for his left arm to find its way back to his body than he did in that moment. He just wanted to feel you in every way he could, to wrap himself around you in his entirety, to hold you the way a woman should be held.

You pulled back suddenly, laughing under your breath, and he realized your phone was buzzing on the table. You didn’t move for a second, just staring at him, trying to contain your laughter, and he found himself smiling so wide, it reached his eyes. His cheeks ached a little, too.

He realized it the moment you reached out and wiped your thumb over his lips, how you handled him with such intricacy and care, how you touched him like he was made of worth, how you looked at him like he was something to adore – he was in love with you.

You lunged for your phone, still smiling as you brought it to your ear. “Hey Nat, I’m kinda busy right— Oh.” Your face fell. “Are you alright?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, his hand setting on your knee to give it a slight squeeze.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you said into the phone, pressing your lips into an apologetic line. “I’ll be right there.”

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked as you hung up the phone. You nodded, reaching back out for him and your hand found its way to the side of his face. You held it there, thumb brushing along his cheekbone fondly before you leaned in and pressed slow, brief kiss against his lips – something so casual, so intimate, as if you’d done it a thousand times before. He wished you’d do it a thousand more.

“I’m so sorry, but... I have to go,” you sighed, a frown pushing down at the corners of your mouth. “Please believe that I’d stay if it was anyone other than Natasha... Something happened at her job and I—”

“No apologies, right?” Bucky eased, resolving your guilt before you even had a chance to allow it to rise to full display. “You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?” You weren’t convinced, but he could tell from the hope in your eyes that you wanted it to be true.

“Yes,” Bucky replied sincerely. With the fireworks long faded into the night sky and the gentle chirp of crickets beyond your window, the only remaining cause of his racing heartbeat belonged to the woman sitting beside him, the casual touch of your hand against his face. He turned to kiss at the inside of your palm before he lowered your hand into your lap.

“You could stay here, if you want,” you offered nervously, glancing out to the window half wondering if a new set of fireworks would begin to light against the pitch black of the sky.

Bucky shook his head, though he smiled for you. “I should head home anyway. I’ve got a book to finish.”

He reached for The Silver Linings Playbook and held it up in his hand. He had a hard time letting his own smile fall with the way you were looking at him and he tucked the book against his chest as if it could feel his heartbeat. He wondered if you picked this particular book for him in hopes he might start seeing silver linings the way Pat did along the pages of the novel— how you seemed to, as well.

If anything, you might be his very own silver lining.

“Come on,” Bucky said, standing from the couch and extending a hand to you. “I’ll walk you there.”

You bit on the edge of your smile in an effort to contain it. It did no use and for that, Bucky was thankful.

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

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multifandomfanficss · 3 years

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Doctor x Reader (Platonic!Jack x Reader)

Prompt: When on an adventure with the Doctor and Jack the reader is attacked by an alien called a Psyfon, a race with psychic abilities who feed off of emotions. The reader gets stuck in their perfect dream realm and the Doctor has to save them before they die in there.

Warnings: Dead family members.

A/N: Pretty much any Doctor can be used, but I mostly thought of 10 and 11 while writing it. The aliens were inspired by the Djinn from Supernatural. I was also inspired by Doctor Who: The Infinite Quest a little bit so if you’re a fan of the main series you should totally check that out. Also please let me know if I made an error in pronouns. I tried to make the reader gender neutral so everyone could relate.

You had been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and had run into Jack not long after you met him. When you first met Jack, an old friend of the Doctor’s, you didn’t believe him when he said he had known the Doctor for over a century. Judging by his earthly appearance and his age there was no way this could be true, but after watching him die you quickly learned of his immortality.

You met the Doctor when he saved you from the Cybermen. Sadly he couldn’t save your family from such a terrible fate, but he got you out just in time. Ever since then they had been your biggest fear. Jack and the Doctor had lived for so long they both knew what it was like to lose the people they cared for most...nobody knew better than the Doctor. They helped you get through the pain that came after such a big loss. The Doctor would often hear crying coming from your room during your early nights on the TARDIS when he sat up late in the console room and he would be at your side in seconds to comfort you. He was always there for you no matter what. You wouldn’t have gotten to this point without him. By now the nightmares had gone away, mostly, and the scars had stopped bleeding, but they were still there. They would always be there. This history was a part of you forever, your history, and you were just lucky enough to have the Doctor in it. If you’re being completely honest with yourself you had grown a little bit of a crush on the Doctor. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s the Doctor. You loved him, but you would never tell him. You were happy living with his ignorance. Life was better in the bliss of your friendship.

It had been just a normal adventure with your two best friends, Jack and the Doctor, but then again nothing was ever really normal with them. You were separated from your boys as your ran down a long dark corridor. Your shoes slapped against the cold, hard pavement as you rounded the corner. When you looked behind you there seemed to be nothing chasing you anymore. You stopped to catch your breath.

The three of you had been investigating a series of psychic attacks that were leaving people brain dead and full of a strange blue goo. You weren’t sure what kind of alien could do such a thing, but you knew you had to find out.

“(Y/N)?!” I hear Jack yell in a hushed tone. His voice echos throughout the empty building. You turn to look for him when you start to hear ringing in your ears and a giant pounding in your head. You feel your eyes close as your body hits the ground.

THIRD PERSON POV

Jack stood next to (Y/N)’s body with his gun aimed at the monster while the Doctor crouched down to check their pulse.

“You better hope they’re still alive!” Jack said as he shoved his big gun in the monster’s face. Usually the Doctor would object to pointing guns at people, but he was so worried about (Y/N) he didn’t have time to care about Jack’s manners.

“What did you do to them?!” The Doctor asks standing up to look at the alien. They were from a species called Psyfons, a group of aliens who feed off the emotions of other people.

“Don’t worry, they’re only sleeping,” the alien slurred.

“For now,” they added. Jack hit the alien with the butt of his gun and knocked them out. The Doctor gave him a disapproving look.

“You should be happy. Knocking them out was the least I could do” Jack joked. The Doctor rolled his eyes and dropped down to (Y/N)‘s body again. Jack joined him this time. They were sweating. He placed his hand over their forehead.

“They’re burning up” Jack stated the obvious.

“Yes, I know I-I I have to do-do this thing-“ The Doctor starts stuttering.

“Then do it!” Jack cuts him.

“But I can’t! I swore I’d never do it again! Not since-“ He started to get a little choked up.

“Since what?!” Jack questioned.

“Not since Donna” The Doctor finished sadly. Jack put a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.

“It’s the only way to save them” Jack told him.

“It was the only way to save her too” The Doctor says sadly.

“Maybe it’ll be different this time” Jack suggests.

“We don’t know that” The Doctor says coldly as he puts his hands to (Y/N)’s head and enter’s their mind.

(Y/N)’S POV

You wake up laying in the grass in front of your old house. You hear the sound of birds and the sun is just a little too bright for comfort, but it’s home. You take a deep breath of the fresh air. You smile, but you’re confused. You look over to see the Doctor standing in the TARDIS door. Jack is nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Jack?” You ask.

“Oh, popped off to see his friends at Torchwood, I suppose” The Doctor tells you. You nod as you look back to your house.

“And we’re home because...” You wonder.

“The Psyfon knocked you out. I figured this would be a nice, safe place to rest for a while” He reminds you.

“And I couldn’t just rest in the TARDIS?” You ask.

“I thought this would be a nice surprise” He says.

“What year is it?” You ask. You doubt he would be able to bring you to a time period where your family is alive, but it never hurts to ask.

“2021” He answers.

“So they’re not here” you say sadly.

“Who’s not here?” He asks.

“My family” You say becoming more sad, but more confused by the second. How could he just forget like that? You know he’s lived for a long time, but surely he wouldn’t forget something this important to you. Would he? He gives you a confused look.

“Doctor, my family is d-“ You’re cut off by the sound of a door opening.

“You didn’t tell us you were coming!” You hear a voice say. You stop dead in your tracks and you go white. It can’t be.

“Mom?” You say as you turn around to see her. You run to her and engulf her in a giant hug.

“Woah, what’s that for?” Your mother asks delighted, as you practically knock her down.

“I just missed you. That’s all” You say as you try to hold back your tears.

“Where is everybody?” You ask, as it suddenly dawns on you that your family is alive.

“Your father went to go pick up your brother and sister from school” She informs you. The Doctor comes up behind you and takes your hand. He squeezes it, giving you a big smile. He is an impossible man, but you never knew he could do something like this for you.

“Why don’t you two come in? It’s almost time for tea” Your mother invites you in. You gladly accept, of course. You watch your mother go into the kitchen as you pull the Doctor aside into the living room and hug him tightly.

“Thank you” You tell him. That’s when you start to let go of a few tears.

“I figured it was time to go home” He says happily. The hug lingers a little longer than usual. He just holds you. Then he places a quick kiss to your cheek, just missing your lips. Your face goes red. This is completely out of character for your relationship with the Doctor. Sure you had always wanted to be something more, but he didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want your relationship with him to change. You figure it’s best to just dance around the subject. You pull away and clear your throat.

“So, um...how did you do it?” You ask.

“Do what?” He asks looking lovingly into your eyes.

“Bring my family back?” You ask with a slight chuckle.

“I didn’t” He says simply. That’s when your head begins to ring again.

“Let me in, (Y/N). That’s it.” You hear the Doctor’s voice, but his lips aren’t moving. Suddenly there is a light and the Doctor shifts uncomfortably. He cracks his neck and stretches out his arms.

“Good thing there was a body here for me to jump into or else that could have been disastrous” He comments. You give him a confused look.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry (Y/N), but none of this is real” He says plainly.

“What?” You ask. This all certainly looks and feels real. The sound of a kettle whistle comes from the kitchen. The Doctor sniffs the air.

“Is that tea?” He asks.

“Tea’s ready!” Your mom calls from the kitchen.

“Doctor, you need to tell me what’s going on right now” You demand. He looks into the kitchen and makes a face.

“The Psyfon. It put you in a dream state so it could feed off your energy and emotions. You’re dying in the real world. Turning to goo” He held out the last word as he made a face of disgust and interest. He gave you a sad look as he started to put the pieces together, of where you were and who you were with. You started to feel your legs give out from underneath you. The Doctor guided you to a chair.

“I want to stay” You say numbly.

“(Y/N), none of this is real” He starts.

“I don’t care. I want to stay” You repeat.

“You’ll die in here” He begins.

“Time works differently in dreams. I could easily spend my whole life here-“ You try to rationalize it.

“You’ll never see me again” The Doctor tries.

“There’s a version of you here-“ You try, but are cut off again. He crouches down to your level and takes hold of your hands.

“(Y/N), none of this is real. It will never be real. Your pain balances out your beauty. There wouldn’t be one without the other and that’s what makes you human and you are SO human. This is all in your head. You will be alone in here forever. Please just come home with me. There are people there who will miss you. Come back with me, back to the TARDIS, please!” He results to begging as a last ditch effort.

“How can I go back when everything is so perfect here? I’m perfect here. I’m not a mess. I can just be me” You start to cry.

“You’re always perfect to me and that little bit of mess makes you human. It doesn’t lessen your beauty or your creativity or your kindness. It just adds to who you are as a person” He says, wiping away a tear.

“Please. Come home with me” He begs. You nod in response as he gives your hands a squeeze. He gives you a sad smile. You stand together and you hear the doorbell ring.

“That must be your father. He forgot his keys again” Your mother laughs as she walks to the door. The door opens and the Doctor pushes himself in front of your as three Cybermen crash through the door.

“DELETE” One yells, as it kills your mother.

“NO” You scream, as the Doctor tries to keep you from running towards her.

“She isn’t real! Come on!” He yells over the sound of pounding Cybermen feet as he pulls you out the back way to the garden.

“Where’s the TARDIS?” He asks.

“It’s on the other side of the house!” You say as you pull him around the building. You lay your eyes on the beautiful blue box as the Doctor shoves his key inside.

“YOU WILL BE UPGRADED” The Cybermen shout. Once unlocked, you push your way through the doors to find a hollow Police Box.

“Why is this happening?!” You cry. The Doctor places his hands on your shoulders.

“The dream is turning into a nightmare to try to keep you here. (Y/N), come on. You have to think. What’s keeping you here?” He asks.

“My family is dead!” You cry.

“Yes, something else” He tries to think. You look at his thinking face. His beautiful thinking face and it strikes you.

“I’m in love with you” You blurt out.

“What?!” He looks back at you with a confused look.

“The version of you here. I think he felt the same way” You give him an embarrassed look. He lets go of a big breath.

“Well...” He starts as he tilts his head.

“I suppose if admitting the way I feel gets us out of here then the real me doesn’t feel very different” He finishes quickly.

“Wait, what?!” You respond. He gives you his classic Doctor smile before the Cybermen fade. Everything fades. The world goes black.

You wake up crying with a pounding headache in your bed in the TARDIS. The Doctor rushes in just like old times.

“It’s okay. I’m here” The Doctor tells you as he sits on your bed and wraps his arms around you.

“I just had the most insane dream” You start to tell him.

“Well...” His voice fades.

“Doctor, was that real?” You ask him. He pulls back to look at you.

“In a sense, yes” He goes on to explain the effects the Psyfon had on you and how he went into your mind to save you. He explains how you were unconscious when you came out of the dream state and that he brought you back to your room on the TARDIS to rest.

“Where’s Jack?” You ask.

“He’s bringing the Psyfon to the Shadow Proclamation for me where they will be tried for their psychological attacks. They won’t hurt anyone anymore” He promises. After you’ve calmed down somewhat he gets up to leave the room.

“You should get some rest” He says opening the door.

“Wait! Doctor, do you think maybe you could stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” You ask.

“Of course” He responds as he awkwardly climbs into your bed and wraps his arms around you. You almost forget about your confessions until he kisses you on the cheek.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)” He says sweetly.

“Goodnight, Doctor” You say as you drift off to sleep to the sound of his dual heartbeats.

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