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natashaslesbian · 1 year ago

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We Saved Each Other (Part Three)

Summary: Natasha finds herself feeling protective over you when you have to go and see Doctor Bruce

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Red Room references, medical check up, needles, crying, Fury appears, Nat being the biggest softie

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You woke up with a slight panic, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheets over your skin confusing your small brain. You reached out a single arm and folded it over to pull on your cuffs, but they didn’t seem to be there. You peered around the dimly lit room and your gaze caught a larger frame on the floor, sprawled out with curly red locks. So - yesterday hadn’t been a dream? You were still in your fluffy clothes and in the company of the one person who had ever shown you kindness. Almost on cue, Natasha began to stir. She groaned slightly, probably relieving the ache in her neck from sleeping on the floor. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, afraid the woman would see you and change her mind at hospitality she was offering you. When the redhead saw you were awake too, she smiled. So warmly. So calmly. “Good morning sweetheart!” Her soft nature had you itching to smile back “did you sleep well darling?” She asked, you only managed a nod. Natasha peeled herself from the floor and came to sit beside you, she opened her hand towards you “it’s okay, you’re still safe I promise” she could read you so well. You reached your hand out and slotted it into hers. “No chain?” You whispered.

The older widows heart dropped. They still did that? “No, no chains darling, you’re free to leave the bed whenever you’d like” this was so alien to you, but you sucked in a sharp breath and used your feet to push down the duvet and reach your other arm to Nat. She helped you down off the bed “thank you” you said “you’re very welcome, would you like some breakfast?” You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had eaten, and you were definitely hungry “no thank you” you lied. “It’s alright, you can have something to eat if you’d like” Natasha said “bread?” You questioned, “how about some toast?” You thought inquisitively “toast?” You had never heard of it before “it’s just like bread” the agent started “but it’s warm and you can but butter or jam on top” you were defiantly curious now “please may I have toast?” You smiled “of course”

You decided you wanted to have whatever Natasha was having on her toast, and today she chose butter. You watched her every move as she prepared the simple breakfast. “Here we are” she said. It was almost comical how excited you were over such a basic food but Natasha knew your taste buds hadn’t explored much at the red room. “Is it good?” She said “yes! So tasty!” You squealed, making the most noise you had since Natasha met you, she was loving seeing more of your personality. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. “Good morning agent Romanoff!” Fury loudly made his presence known. You slid right back into your shell, not daring to look up from your plate “good morning” Romanoff said. “I’ve set up a doctors appointment for the young one, in an hour at the tower with doctor Banner, I thought you might like to take her there” take you where? To see a doctor? Didn’t Natasha say you were safe? The red head sensed your tension and came to Fury for a quiet word “um, is there any chance doctor Cho could see her? She might feel more comfortable with a female” she said “she’s away I’m afraid, it’s doctor Banner or no one” Fury boomed “he’s just gonna give her a check up and take some blood so we can get some information on her” Natasha felt her blood rising “she’s not a lab rat” she shot at her superior “No. but she is entirely unidentified to us. We don’t even know her name. It’s not to scare her Romanoff, it’s to help her okay. Try not to worry. I understand it’s close to home but I promise we’ll keep her safe” Nick’s words calmed Nat slightly, she still knew you would be terrified but she also knew this was important. Who knew what injury’s you could have.

You followed Natasha’s every instruction. Followed her to the car. Sat silently the whole journey. Quietly followed her into the avengers tower. Of course she was looking out for you, trying to assure you that you were safe but you were still scared. “Okay little one” she said as she came down to your level outside of a white door “my really good friend Bruce is a doctor, and he’s going to have a little look at you okay? He’s going to make sure that you’re well and that you’re not hurting. I promise he won’t hurt you” you hoped and prayed that ‘doctor Banner’ would be a girl, but no, instead it was a man, your biggest nightmare. The door opened to reveal a small hospital room, medical equipment littered everywhere, and everything you were afraid of was clear to your eyes. You couldn’t step foot in there. Silent tears crept towards your eyes and the widow was instantly at your side “hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe I promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time and I’ll protect you, I promise!” She soothed, it worked for a moment and you crept towards the bed “can I lift you up?” Nat asked, you nodded. You sat in a nervous quietness and as promised, Natasha stayed right by your side. The door crashed open. A doctor came in. You whined quietly and leaned towards Nat. She was slightly took by surprise but immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders, shushing you softly.

“Hi there, I’m Bruce” the doctor said. He had been filled in on the basics so decided to skip most of the small talk. You apprehensively let him check your temperature, eyesight and blood pressure. At the mention of having to look over your body for injury you focused your attention to the red head. “You don’t have to be ashamed of them, remember?” She said, quoting from your conversation last night. While keeping your dignity, you undressed and sceptically let Bruce take a look at you. He took notes, so many notes on his clipboard. He was probably writing down everything that was wrong with you. Banner made the examination as quick as possible, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He was glad to note down that you didn’t appear to have any recent injuries. “Ok” he said “there’s just one last thing we need to do okay. We need to have a blood test to make sure you’re all healthy inside and so we can learn a little more about you” what did they need to know? There’s nothing wrong with you. “It’s just a quick little prick darling. It’ll be over before you know it. And then I can find out your name. I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as my new friend” you didn’t quite understand her, who was she calling beautiful? Bruce tried to be discreet, but as soon as you saw the needle you flipped.

“NO. NO. NO.” You screamed as you pulled away from them both “you say safe! You going to hurt me!” You started crying your heart out. Natasha was taken aback. “Sweetheart it’s okay I promise, we’re not going to hurt you it’ll just be a small prick” her words brought no comfort. You cried and cried. It was happening again. You trusted her and she was betraying you “No! Let me go!” You screamed as arms wrapped tightly around you “I’ve got you darling, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise” Natasha whispered into your ear. You calmed ever so slightly, her voice bringing you comfort. You were to weak to fight her, there was no where to go. Bruce came towards you with a sharp needle. you would tell them anything they wanted to know, anything that would stop the pain walking towards you. Nat’s grip tightened around you, suffocating you in her warmth. The doctor decided this was his only chance. The needle pushed past your skin, sinking into your blood. You let out the most gut wrenching scream, Natasha had to hold back her tears, she knew all to well what you were going through. “Y/N!” You screamed “my name is y/n” your voice was hoarse, like you were swallowing glass “I promise. Please!” it was hard to comprehend but Natasha heard it “y/n” she cooed “it’s okay y/n. Your safe” nothing seemed to stop the pain and memories that filled your little head. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes tightly shut, just hoping and praying it would be over soon. all your strength was gone, small whimpers were all you could release.

“Hey y/n, look” her soft voice caught your attention. She pointed over Bruce, on the other side of the room. “It’s all done” she said “you did so well y/n” you continued to whimper into her shoulder for a few moments and although you were hurting, Natasha was loving holding you so close. “Well done y/n. We’re all finished now” Bruce said. The older widow was quick to remove you from such a frightening environment and headed to her bedroom in the tower. The morning had taken its toll on you, you were in desperate need of a nap, but you knew you weren’t allowed one. “Here we are y/n. This is my bedroom, and you can stay here for as long as you need. You hummed in an unsure agreement “would you like to take a nap sweetheart?” Natasha said as she sat you down her bed. “I can have nap?” You said as you rubbed your sore red eyes “of course you can y/n. It’s okay if you’re tired and need a rest” you shyly nodded and crawled up to the pillows with Natasha’s approval. Nat helped to tuck you in all snug and then set off to the door “Natty?” You whined. Her heart stopped, the first time you used her name and it was the most beautiful nickname she had ever been given. “Yeah y/n?” She said “will ou howld me pwease?” You mumbled, already falling to sleep “of course” the redhead wasted no time and climbed into her plush bed with you, you wrapped yourself around her and fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha was too shocked to move. This tiny little person she had known for less than 48 hours had given her so much trust. But Nat knew she was a monster, even if the little y/h/c haired girl didn’t. Natasha was still traumatised by her past, how could she help you deal with yours? She didn’t know the first thing about caring for a toddler, or even about caring for herself. The widow thought of countless ways she could give you a better life, she could take you to an adoption agency, maybe Clint’s family could take you in? But every idea came back to the same thought, she would miss you so much. Natasha couldn’t imagine ever letting you go, she wanted to hold you like this forever. She carefully reached for her phone and dialled her new found friend “Hey Natasha” he answered after a few rings “Hi Clint” Nat said as she took a deep breath “her name’s y/n” Clint smiled, although Natasha couldn’t see it “how’s she doing?” He asked “she’s frightened, scared, afraid, she just fell asleep…” she trailed off “and?” Clint said, already knowing his new partner so well “and” Natasha started “I’m gonna keep her”

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I’m loving writing this series, please please send me any ideas you’d like me to include or touch on!

-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #clint x natasha #director fury #nick fury #clint barton #autistic spectrum #natasha x y/n

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marie-cuttlefish · 4 months ago

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Can you give us some examples of capitain being a softie?

Sure thing.

When we found Gramps, well...dead. Guess who was the first to cry? Ding! It was the Captain.

I also remember a time where the Captain bought in a pink fluffy bag into Alterna that they claimed they were looking after for Agent 8. I wasn't buying it and neither was Callie.

And there was this one time where...Oh no, the Captain's coming.

Stay fresh!

#splatoon #marie #marie cuttlefish #help they are approaching me #splatoween

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raviostinkzz · 2 years ago

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I was bored so I made these 😎🦖 also WOOO HAPPY NEW YEAR FIRST POST OF 2023 YEEE

~Agents Headcanons~

~Old Agent 3/Captain 3~

They are so ticklish but so embarrassed about it 😭

Embarrassed lee? EMBARRASSED LER they *cannot* tickle somebody without getting flustered HELP

They try to fight back & always hold in their laugh, Marie & Callie used to gang up on them all the time so it either didn’t work or the idols got wrecked

They try to keep a serious attitude, but sometimes they need a few tickles to comfort all of the fighting & battles

Ribs.

BACK.

BACKS OF THE KNEES.

When the idols first discovered they were ticklish, they would never let it go, but now it’s more of a cheer up thing for all of them.

If needs be they’ll pin ur arm right above ur head (to tickle under ur arms definitely not to stop u from getting them back)

~Agent 4~

V E R Y T I C K L I S H

Mischievous switch definitely. They might’ve tickled you first but it’s the rules that u have to catch them if u want revenge 🤷‍♀️

I like to think them & old agent 3 are best friends, they met through the idols ofc & love to relate their stories together (mixed in with a few tickle fights & chases)

They don’t get flustered easily but 3 has always managed to just with a simple smirk no teases or anything. 4 tried to recreate it but failed miserably, & got a tickle attack instead.

Their sides & neck are such bad spots they will wriggle their way out of there as best as they can omg

Teaser omg. “So stoic but so ticklish…” “THAHAT ALL YOHOU GAHT?” “I’ve never seen anybody as ticklish as you” etc

~Agent 8~ (ik not technically but they are for me)

They only giggle a bit but MY GOD DO THEY SQUIRM

They had never been tickled before so when they met marina & pearl they taught her what it was (examples provided ofc)

Sides belly & hips are exposed 🤭

They love comfort tickles

Switch definitely, making people laugh & smile is their favourite thing so why wouldn’t tickling be?

The most heart melting ler ever. Theyll complement ur laugh & say things like “seeing you do the smile makes me feel the happy!” In broken inklish

They find ur spots scarily fast

If someone lies about not being ticklish ppl will just get 8 to check for them LMAO

BEING TICKLED HOWEVER

Favourite thing ever

~New agent 3~

Small fry tickles them all of the time accidentally & on purpose.

They’re a folder. (Squeezing sides? *fold up chair mode activated*)

Their sides are a bad spot but their forearms are surprisingly ticklish

They can’t take games (teddy bear, three pigs, hide & seek tickle etc) ITS TOO FLUSTERING

Lee all the way

Trying to tickle somebody consists of giggling with them & dreading the revenge afterwards

They’re a sucker for aftercare hugs

& TICKLE HUGS

Ok I think that’s it ik Callie & Marie are agents but I’ll save that for an idols one!

I hope u liked these & have a nice day loves!

(＾ω＾）

#fluffiheadcanons #fluffi is a softy for the agents #tickles #headcanons #splatoon #splatoon tickles

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gabessquishytum · 2 years ago

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May I suggest a little different take on the porn star AU idea? Hob is a porn actor but he's never done BDSM before. He is known for the softest, most romantic porn shoots, usually with some plot, full of mutual respect, you know, the things that you didn't use to see in porn a few years ago. Dream, on the other hand, only does BDSM. Anything from soft stuff to hardcore, humiliation kink but also praise kink oriented stuff. He's not an asshole, like many in the industry unfortunately are, but he's not a softie, he's the opposite of Hob.

And then their agents (Matthew and Jessamy?), who happen to be pals, get really drunk at the pub one night and come up with the brilliant idea to suggest a collab. They both know it's a bullshit idea and will get turned down with a scoff, but there was a bet involved, and even the most drunken bets are sacred, so they need to at least suggest it. And coincidentally, both Hob and Dream are feeling the itch to try something new and are up to the challenge, if the other one agrees, ofc. And the result is the sweetest, most heart-eyes-emoji filled, softest porn in the entire universe, and although there was negotiation of some light bondage and there are fluffy cuffs and blindfolds ready at the set, they end up using none of it. But Dream does put Hob into subspace using only his Dom voice, and Hob would do anything Dream asekd of him even if he didn't, because heart-eyes-emoji and they are both learning something about themselves on that set. Dream might not have ever had someone treat him like a god in the bedroom unless he asked for it before, and Hob never had someone take such thorough care of him.

I... like porn star AUs very much.

This is so good omg. So pure. I'm thinking like, almost enemies to lovers in the porn actor community. Dream thinks Hob’s content is boring, Hob thinks Dream’s is just too rough. They've never worked together or even met each other really. When Matthew and Jessamy make the bet they're thinking it would be hilarious to force them to acknowledge each other's strengths (maybe they'll finally stop bitching about each other lol).

And when they eventually agree to do it, both Hob and Dream get a massive shock when they find out that they have huge chemistry together, they really admire each other and maybe they shouldn't have been so judgemental. Dream has a mild crisis when he realises that Hob’s softness is actually a good thing and that maybe they could work well together. Hob is mortified to realise that he loved being dommed. Cue a professional and existential crisis for everyone <333

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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relax-and-read-on · 3 years ago

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Not an ask but someone from Discord mentioned it and now it live in my head RENT FREE:

Primarch and legions, and wich animal pets they would raise for fun (a mostly farm edition)

Alpha legions: Guinea pig. They love the squeaky noises and the absolute communal feel of a large colonies of them. They all seem to know the name of each ones, even if they look somehow similar.

Dark Angels: they have a long tradition of Falconry. They love to argue in between them on wich breed is Optimal, there are entire school that prefer things like falcon or Eagles or even Owls.

Space Wolves: They canonly raise big wolf for fighting, so ofc they raise dogs!! They LOVE their dogs!!!

Thousand Sons: They have pets crocodiles! Big chomper, that like to lay on them for cuddles. They often have magnificent scales pattern.

Emperor's children: They have the very bad habits of getting the most impratical pet ever as a one up to each others. "Oh, charming giant ostrich that you have, have you seen my pet reef shark?"

Ultramarines: COWS. I don't make the rules. They see cows, they pet the cows. They can't get away. They love them so much.

Death Guard: Rabbits. Fluffy, calm, cuddly bunnies, who wiggles their noses and fit in the middle of Astartes palms. They love the varied genetic and patterns of their lil friends.

World eater: GOATS. They fight everything, with their HEAD, they give no FUCK, they are agent of chaos and destruction. Love a good goat.

Iron hands: they like their lil Donkey. Very hard workers and very hard headed. Most of them get cybernetic too! So a robot donkey kick REALLY hurt lol.

White scars: ofc they raise horses! Pretty cool breeds and pattern too!! Very interesting beast, and wickedly smart.

Blood Angels: Pigeons. All the pigeons. In every colors and shape. Some are also unusually agressive- it's pretty funny.

Night lords: Cats. ALL the cats. They have huge rats problem on their ships due to all the corpses around, so the logical solutions was to get a TON of cats. Every night lords usually end up with a fav, and they all have ridiculous names. "Deathfang Mudermittens", "Clawclaw Bloodstreak" or "Lord Darkness of Bitey night"

Raven guard: Chickens! In all their forms!!! Very exotic ones too, even if the black/white ones are especially loved for the aesthetic.

Salamander: they raise Geese. Said geese are the sweetest, tamest, most gentle birds with the Sally... And then turn around and violently attack anyone who gets too close. The Salamander keep insisting their pets are nice. Everyone else is covered in angry bite mark.

Word Bearer: They raise snake! Calm, soft, smooth dessert noodles. Very docile and friendly, in spite of their bad reputation.

Son of Horus: They raise the most incredibly ANNOYING fucking Husky in the world. They never shut up. Bunch of bitches.

Iron Warrior: They have a full collections of very cute, calm, affectionate finches. They love perching on their Iron warriors and make the softest noises.

Iron Fist: Hear me out- Tamed. Bears. Big softie brown bears that cuddle their astartes and are extra warm. They do loose a small numbers of aspirant and serf to them every years to unfortunate play fight.

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sugarybitterness · 4 years ago

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feels like home - natasha romanoff x reader

request; Hi! Can you do “You are my family.” and “You’re just a softie.” with Natasha Romanoff

word count; 1,743

warnings; brief mention of domestic abuse, bad childhood, divorce, abandonment & some black widow spoilers ‼️

a/n; my first request aaaa!! this was really fluffy and really fun to write !! i hope you all enjoy this and do let me know what you guys think <3

you never believed in fate or destiny. when you were little, your mum used to tell you beautiful stories of how meeting your dad was like fate, destiny even. you were happy, you had a family and parents that doted on you endlessly.

but one day everything changed. suddenly, your dad wasn’t home anymore. then your mum started to come home less and less. you parents went from loving you to leaving you at home alone and whenever they were home they’d be fighting.

you were 9 the first time you heard the shouting.

12 when you heard glass shattering.

14 when you heard the first smack, then the sounds of rustling, things being taken and a door slammed shut with such finality, you knew you’d be waking up to one less parent.

your mum left, divorce papers were soon sent to your home. the split itself was messy and ugly, but one thing they could agree on was that neither of your parents wanted you. so you were shipped off to some boarding school by your father. when you were 18, you entered NYU, leaving behind your pathetic excuse of a home, of a family to build your own life in new york.

you took up martial arts while in the boarding school and continued it in new york. you explored different fighting techniques and after graduating, you became a instructor at a martial arts studio.

soon, you piqued the interest of SHIELD and got offered a job as a trainer there. but when nick fury saw the way you effortlessly fought off 5 of his top agents, he knew your skills would be better utilised as an agent rather than a instructor.

again, you never believed in fate or destiny, not when your parents told you that those were the driving factors behind their love- the same love you saw fall apart right in front of you. but, you could never really find any other words to describe your first meeting with natalia alianovna “natasha” romanoff.

you’ve heard the rumours, of course you have. agent barton was supposed to kill the infamous black widow, but instead brought her back alive. you were good friends with clint, so naturally, when he decided to help a trained assassin defect to SHIELD, he was quick to ask you for help. you were hesitant and told him you’d think about it.

the next day you headed to the gym to train at 4am, not having been able to sleep since you kept toying with the idea of actually indulging clint and helping him with the black widow situation. to your surprise, the gym was not empty. instead, there was a young woman who looked to be about your age, hair pulled into a braid much like your own, punching the living daylights out of one of the many punching bags. your movements to enter the gym did not go unnoticed and when the mysterious lady turned to face you, it was if everything else ceased to exist (though granted it was 4am in the morning, it was absolutely quiet in not just the gym but the whole damn building)

the first thing you noticed, much to your slight horror, was how stunning the woman was. the way her emerald eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim lighting of the gym and moonlight, pieces of her hair that had escaped the braid framed around her face. the next thing your brain registered was that you knew this face- standing in front of you was the black widow.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know anyone else was going to be here.” a raspy voice yanked you out of your thoughts and when you saw the redhead move to grab her stuff you were quick to respond.

“it’s alright. you can stay.” your voice was steady, a far cry from the jumble of thoughts and emotions you were feeling, what the hell was wrong with you? emerald eyes widened slightly as she gently set her bag down again.

“are you sure..?” her voice was soft, a little unsure and you wondered how was it that this was the feared assassin everyone was talking about hours ago? you nodded your head, moving to put your own things down before heading to the treadmill. shortly after you started your run, you could hear her punching resume and you observed her from the mirror in front of the treadmills. her form was good, her hits were sharp and strong, it was clear she knew what she was doing. when her eyes met yours through the mirror, you were grateful for your fast reflexes that helped you regain your footing before you flew off the treadmill at your misstep. a soft snort of laughter from the russian made a small smile dance on your lips as you continued your run. needless to say, you agreed to help clint with training natasha.

that was many years ago and now, you were about to meet natasha’s family. not her avengers family but her childhood family. the sokovia accords were overturned recently so now that you two were no longer fugitives, she decided it’d be the best time for you to meet the family she had reunited with shortly after she had gone on the run. unfortunately for you, while she was up in the sky busy killing dreykov, you had been placed in the raft after siding with team cap. when natasha busted you out of the floating jail, you two were quick to wrap each other in a tight embrace with soft apologies being shared. you two were just glad the other was alive.

as the two of you fly over to saint petersburg, your gaze is fixed on the now blonde assassin next to you. it was nearly 5am so the sun was just rising and you absolutely loved how the glow of the sunrise shined across natasha’s face, her emerald eyes sparkling with excitement.

“you okay baby?” natasha asks, as she switches the quinjet to autopilot, turning to give you her full attention.

“i’m good, just nervous.” you respond honestly, fingers playing with the engagement ring on your hand.

“you have nothing to worry about, i’m sure they’re going to love you.” natasha assured you gently, hand moving to grasp yours.

“i know, but they’re your family.. i just want to make a good first impression.” you whine a little as your nerves seem to build up even more.

“oh moya lyubov,” natasha sighs gently as she moves to unbuckle her seatbelt before climbing onto your lap. she places both her hands on your cheeks, squishing your face softly. she places multiple soft pecks on your nose in between her next few words.

“they. are. going. to. love. you.” natasha pressed her forehead against yours, before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, your grip on her waist tightening.

“you are so easy to love my darling, i think they might even like you more than me.” natasha teases after she pulls away, a smile dancing on her lips. seeing her like this, settled in your lap with that beautiful smile of hers made you swoon. god, you were so in love.

“and if they don’t?” you ask, head tilting to the side. you knew how important family was to natasha, how important this family is to your fiancée.

“then i’ll beat them up.” natasha replies seriously, making you burst out into laughter.

“talia they’re your family-“ your words were quickly cut off by natasha.

“and you are my family.”

you pause, words dying in your throat as you stare at the assassin in front of you. natasha blinks at you, seemingly confused at why you looked shocked at that revelation.

“i’m your family..?” your tone was filled with disbelief, your eyes filled with so many emotions that natasha couldn’t get a good grasp of what you were feeling.

“of course moya lyubov.. back when i first joined SHIELD everyone else stayed far away from me because of my past, everyone except for you. i don’t know what you saw in me that day at the gym but i’m thankful that you gave me a chance. you let me stay with you at your apartment, you wrote in a strong recommendation for me when they were officiating my defection into SHIELD.. and i remember how you stayed up to wait for me and clint to return from budapest. how you held me when i started to cry, the guilt of my actions weighing down on me. when you asked me to stay when i told you i was looking for another apartment, i knew i couldn’t say no. not when you’ve made it feel like home, not when you had started to feel like family.” natasha spoke softly, her hands quickly coming to wipe away the tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“oh sweetheart please don’t cry.” natasha cooed softly as you pulled her into a tight embrace, tears soaking her shirt as you continued to cry. natasha continued to mumble softly to you as she rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. once your tears finally died down, you took a couple deep breaths before you spoke.

“i never had a family before. i mean i did, once.” natasha knew all too well about your childhood. most found it ironic, how two people who absolutely had zero faith in love somehow ended up loving each other with such ferocity. “so thank you for being my family, talia. for being my home.”

natasha presses a kiss onto the top of your head, leaning back to look at you once you pulled away from the hug. she settles her hands on your cheeks again, gently wiping away your tears before capturing your lips with her own once again.

“i can’t believe i made you cry.” natasha muses, chuckling at the way you pouted at her.

“oh shut it romanoff.” you roll your eyes at the asssasin but the smile on your face tells natasha you really weren’t all the annoyed by her teasing.

“you’re just a softie aren’t you?” natasha presses another kiss to your lips and you simply hum in response.

“i’m your softie.” you agree, eyes gazing up at natasha adoringly before kissing natasha again. you would never get tired of kissing natasha, it felt like flying yet being grounded all at once. kissing natasha feels like home.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #black widow x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel

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ahundredtimesover · 4 years ago

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November 2020 Reads

Here are the fics I reblogged in November! Please give love to all these writers (reblog, comment!!) and of course, our lil bun jk 🐰

Again, note the angst, fluff, and smut descriptions and my “read if you want to” thing is just a guide bc it works for me and my mood swings and ok this isn’t a lot right

1. Blackjack series by @kpopfanfictrash (a, f, s) - s2l, mafia au (read if you want to “watch” a movie and have time to binge-read and are into action, good backstories, and good smut)

2. Crosshairs by @junghelioseok (a, s) - secret agent au (read if you want action and longing and just something different)

3. Freesia by @eleventoes (a, f) - bf2l, childhood friends au (read if you want something soft and pure and funny and want to imagine tiny but in-love jk)

4. Off-league by @hansolmates (f) - childhood friends au (read if you want something really sexy)

5. A song request by @n8dlesoupguk (f) - s2l, neighbors au (read if you want something soft and pure and light)

6. The love swings + The love slides by @h2yeri (f, s) - f2l, college au, childhood friends, boyfriend au, soft jk (read if you want to feel warm and fuzzy and soft and fluffy or just to feel better)

7. Let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook (f, s) - e2l, college au, roommates au, gamer jk (read if you want to laugh and be entertained and are obsessed with gamer jk)

8. Quarter life crisis by @heungtanbts (a, f, s) - bf2l, adulting (read if you want to be reflective about being an adult and at the same time want to imagine being bestfriends with extremely hot jk and really if you just want to read something good)

9. The push by @underthejoon (a, f, s) - f2l, college au (read if you want sexual tension and are into hitting idiot jk in the head)

10. Cardiovascular palpitations pt1 + pt2 by @hayjeon (a, f, s) - f2l, friends with benefits au, hospital au (read if you want some glorious smut and jealous doctor jk and just a really good fwb bc this is up there)

11. Inkling by @gguksgalaxy (a, s) - f2l, tattoo artist au (read if you want tension and some serious stuff like coming out but also want some good smut)

12. On the road (to you) by @cupofteaguk (a, f) - f2l, adulting (read if you want to reminisce about a college crush and want to imagine sweet and thoughtful jk)

13. Mirrors pt1 + pt2 by @yoonia (a, s) - friends with benefits au (read if you want steamy, sexy, glorious smut or if you just want to be turned on)

14. Oops by @honeyj00ns (s) - college au, neighbors au (read if you want to laugh, want some shower sex, and want to imagine jk singing rnb bc that is the dream)

15. Irresistible by @parkmuse (s) - bf2l, college au (read if you want to laugh and enjoy some good smut)

16. One on one by @thatmultifandomhoe (f) - college au, boxer jk (read if you want to daydream about boxer jk and want something soft)

17. The habits of a broken heart by @softykooky (a, f) - soulmate au, college au (read if you want something painfully beautiful and sort of cold and unloving jk)

18. Take my whole life too by @ktheist (s) - arranged marriage au, husband au, expecting parents au, dad jk (read if you want a different dynamic between OC and jk and sappy and in love jk and just something sooo good I love this sm)

19. Fact over fancy by @dovechim (s) - arranged marriage au with a twist (read if you want a cool premise and some bratty and smug jk)

20. Beautiful confession by @btsracket (f, s) - f2l, childhood friends, roommates au, soft jk (read if you want a romcom-type fic with fun dynamic between characters and if you want something soft and warm and really good)

21. The proposal by @hansolmates (f, s) - e2l, boss au, fake dating (read if you want top-tier film adaptation and loveable characters with such fun banter and homey vibe and boss jk doing push ups)

22. Picture perfect by @moononthejoon (f, s) - historical au, painter jk (read if you want something cute but sexy and an unpredictable ending)

23. Neighbour by @imagniation (s) - college au, neighbors au (read if you want something hot ft sexy neighbor jk and if you want to be turned on)

24. Shield by @joonsgalore (f, s) - s2l, bar au, soft jk (read if you want something soft and cute and heartwarming and straightforward but with really good smut)

25. The young wolf by @junqkook (a, s) - game of thrones au (read if you want to be absolutely ripped to shreds and/or want something so well-written but again will rip you to shreds)

26. Dynasty by @jimlingss (a, f, s) - historical au, drama (read something if you want to “watch” a movie with so much tension and glorious smut and if you want your heart to break but also want something so well-written)

27. Something in the water by @vankoya (f, s) - f2l, college au, camping (read if you want ot7 banter and humor and sexy time in the lake or to just relive college trips with friends)

28. Rebound by @ropeseok (s) - e2l, college au (read if you want something sexy and smutty or if you wanna be turned on bc wall sex)

29. A touch of silk by @war-of-hormoan (a, s) - werewolf au (read if you want tension and some human-werewolf drama)

30. Heartbreak veterans by @rookiegukie (f) - s2l, busker jk (read if you want something pure and cleansing and wholesome and soft)

31. It should be me by @you-know-bts (a) - f2l, brother’s bestfriend (read if you want protective jk to lay down his life for you and some tension)

32. Euphoria by @seokstrivia (a, f, s) - e2l, college au, roommates au (read if you want dick-but-really-softie-jk and some pain with happy ending)

33. Challenge accepted, What happens when you’re not careful, Risky business drabble series by @sincerelyourfangirl (s) - e2l, ceo au (read if you want some glorious smut)

34. If you insist + Epilogue by @ayyosuga (a, f, s) - s2l, cop au (read if you want to drool over Officer Jeon and if you want a semi-action packed but also soft and tender and well-written fic)

35. re:untitled pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4 by @to-star-lake (a, f, s) - e2l, childhood friends, arranged marriage, ceo au (read if you want your heart to hurt and heal and if you want a god-tier fic with perfect and so well-written chapters and characterizations and plot and if you want to cry without any death, and enjoy really good smut)

36. Cozy thief by @bratkook (f, s) - f2l, roommates au (read if you want something soft with good smut)

37. Somnolent by @forgottenpasta (f) - roommates au (read if you want something soft and cute and a hot and bothered jk)

38. Behind these walls by @cupofteaguk (f) - college au (read if you want softness and banter and sexual tension)

39. 17 going on 27 by @hansolmates (a, f) - exes au, adulting, time jump (read if you want another very well-written film adaptation that will hurt soooo good and an experience in itself that will leave you all hurting but soft and happy at the end)

40. The philosophy of good luck by @kidguk (f, s) - s2l, roommates au, tattoo artist jk (read if you want something adorably soft)

41. Caught me by @jeongi (s) - e2l, roommates au (read if you want glorious smut and want to be turned on)

42. Microwave (mis)adventures by @bymoonchild (a, f, s) - e2l, college au, roommates au (read if you want a classic jk fic with so much sexual tension and banter and loveable characters you want to hit in the head)

43, Threats and paybacks by @pantaemonium (s) - e2l, roommates au (read if you want cocky little shit jk and some good smut)

44. Mafia leader!kook by @jksangelic (a, s) - husband au, mafia au (read if you want a quickie angst with smut story that’s a little soft but hot and sexy at the same time)

45. Roomie code by @bluekyun (f, s) - f2l, roommate au, soft jk (read if you want bestfriend yoongi and little shit jimin and soft jk with tension and lots of things going on and softness)

46. As I told you by @eleventoes (f) - e2l, college au, roommates au, jock jk (read if you want e2l that’s actually really soft and cute)

(monthly reads masterpost)

#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

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savethedrafts · 4 years ago

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Fluffy headcannons for Yoru from valorant with their s/o please! Also your blog is pretty aesthetic. I love it!! uwu

[fluffy things you and yoru do] x gender neutral!reader headcanons

› a/n; awww ,, thanks anon <3 uwu

( gif not mine )

even though yoru has a confident demeanor, he’s really just a softie baby when you’re the only one around.

doesn’t stop him from trying to be competitive with you. it’s all in good nature, it always ends up with you and him laughing on the couch together.

he knows how to cook. like cook cook. but he asks for you help just to spend more time with you, and come on. booping flour on your nose is adorable, and he goes in for a kiss and gets the same little spot.

one time you temporarily dyed your hair to have a matching blue streak and yoru loved it. he just kept touching your hair that week and admiring how cute you are. he took lots of pictures of you of course.

you guys have matching outfits. it’s so cuteeee and yes some of the other agents can only roll their eyes. it doesn’t stop yoru from wrapping an arm around you and kissing your head.

#valorant #valorant yoru #yoru #yoru valorant #reader insert #x reader fanfiction #yoru x reader #headcanon #save the valorant

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sharkbait77 · 4 years ago

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The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Chapter Three

Warnings: Mention of food/alcohol, language, pure fluffy fluffiness (I'm such a softie I'm sorry 😭)

W/C: 4.2k

A/N: Notes at the bottom! And I'm running out of gifs to use of scruffy faced Marcus. I'm gonna have to shave him soon 👀 I hope you enjoy our soft boi in this chapter! 🥰

Just as a reference if you need help understanding the different formats:

«Phone conversation on their end»

Thoughts

Text messages

Song mentioned:

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

The Singer Masterlist

Gif by me! Yes it's Teresa but it still fits & I only care that it's his hand lol

«Oh my god, I'm melting!» Celina yells in her phone enthusiastically. You giggle as you wait for her eagerness to calm down.

You had barely taken your shoes and jacket off after getting inside your apartment when you immediately dialed up Celina's number to tell her about the night. You feel like you're having an out of body experience. Sure, your heart is still guarded and unfortunately, you'll most likely have your doubts throughout the relationship, but you truly feel like this could go somewhere. You want to give yourself that chance and allow Marcus to help heal your heart, maybe doing the same for him in return.

"So he's picking me up on Saturday and I'm freaking out a little," you say and chew on the skin around your nail beds.

«Why? Don't be! Just treat it like how you did tonight!» She encourages.

"But it's a legitimate date this time, I have to do my hair and makeup perfectly and find the perfect outfit and-"

«Girl, have you seen your closet? You have nothing but perfect outfits!» She teases and you chuckle, lowering your fingers from your mouth.

«You don't need to try to be perfect hun, just be yourself! Be the girl he has already seen in front of him.» You smile at her heartfelt words. «I bet he's already in love with you!»

"Okay, you're not helping!" You laugh, placing your hand on your forehead. "I'll talk to you later, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I'll probably be calling you on Saturday so I can freak out some more."

You say your goodbyes and hang up, sinking yourself into your couch and smiling widely. Your head is buzzing from a sugar rush, but you can't tell if it's because of the pancakes or because of Marcus. You walk to the kitchen to make some sleepytime tea, hoping it'll relax your nerves enough for you to get some shut eye.

* * * *

You take a shower and climb into your comfy pajamas and the tea works its magic as you relax on your plush bed, surrounding yourself with pillows and your soft blanket enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes get heavy and you feel yourself on the brink of sleep when you hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand. You try to ignore it, but it vibrates again and you figure it's Celina probably sending you a funny video. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you reach over to grab your phone, the brightness from the screen stinging your eyes from the time they had adjusted to the darkness. You blink a few times until you can see the screen clearly.

555-9057: Hi Dulce :)

555-9057: Made it home. I had a great time :)

You bite your lip and smile at the messages on your lock screen, heat flashing through your head seeing him call you the nickname you gave yourself in his phone. And just like that, you're wide awake again. You unlock your phone and before you can type a reply, he sends another message.

555-9057: It's Marcus btw

Marcus groans to himself as he sends that last message. What the hell was that? Of course she knows it's you. Dumbass. He watches the screen and holds his breath when he sees the text bubbles pop up and he waits nervously for your reply.

Dulce💋: I'm glad you specified! Right after you dropped me off another guy took me out for dulce de leche pancakes and I also penned myself as Dulce in his phone 🤭

He chuckles out loud in the quiet atmosphere of his apartment, the sound bouncing against the walls and reverberating around the living room. Damn, she's good.

555-9057: Okay okay you got me, don't have to be so mean :P

So he's a classic emoji kind of guy, you smile as you make a note and file it in the little 'Marcus Pike' folder in your brain. You hit his phone number and tap the plus symbol to make a new contact in your phone. For some reason, you find yourself struggling as you try to figure out what to put his contact name as.

Agent Cutie

Nope, delete.

Agent Pike

What are you, his secretary? Delete delete.

Marcus

Should I put an emoji? Which one? Can't be a heart. You are seriously overthinking this.

Marcus Pike

Yeah, okay. I guess.

Me: Why did it take so long to get home? Do you live far?

Marcus Pike: It was about 30 min from your place :) not too bad

Thirty minutes?! Great, now I feel bad.

Dulce💋: Wth if I had known I wouldn't have let you drop me off! 🙄

Me: Don't worry about it! I was more than happy to ;)

Shit shit shit I didn't mean the wink! Why are they right next to each other?! Do I say something? Oh god, way to go, you ruined it.

Dulce💋: Then I'll give you gas money!

Marcus takes a breath of relief when he sees that you sidestepped his accidental wink emoji. After he catches his breath, his phone chimes again.

Dulce💋: And I won't take no for an answer 😉

Okay, there's no way she sent that by accident. Is she flirting with me? Do I flirt back? Why are my hands so sweaty?

Dulce💋: It's time for bed, those pancakes made me sleepy 😴 good night Marcus ☺️ See you Saturday!

Marcus smiles to himself and he anticipates seeing you on Saturday. He sends you another text and walks to his restroom to take a quick shower before climbing in bed.

Marcus Pike: Can't wait :) good night!

There's no way you can sleep now, but you said good night for his sake; he had a long day at work, plus he took you out and then had a long drive home. You know he must be tired. Your heart races as you scroll through your short text conversation, rereading the messages and giggling softly.

Did he mean to wink? It was probably an accident, considering he types out emojis instead of using the newer, more convenient ones. You just couldn't help but send one back, though; hiding behind the screen helped you to flirt openly with him. You roll onto your side to face the TV on your dresser, turning on a true crime documentary and letting it eventually lull you to sleep.

* * * *

Saturday comes around quickly, much to your delight, but as you wander around your room looking at the many outfits you laid out on your bed, your dresser, even on your couch, the nerves set in fast. You pray to whoever’s listening that you don’t seize up when Marcus picks you up. Which is in fifteen minutes. You already have your hair and makeup done, all you need is to pick an outfit. Simple in theory. Just pick one! You chew your lip nervously out of habit before stopping as soon as you realize you probably just messed up the red lipstick you had applied earlier.

You rush to the bathroom mirror and sure enough, there's a bare spot on your bottom lip and the lipstick has transferred to your front teeth. You groan in frustration and grab a makeup wipe to carefully remove the ruined lipstick and you brush your teeth again until it's all gone. You reapply the same shade of red, pleasantly surprised with yourself that it came out better than the first time. You take a deep breath and try to calm down, telling yourself that the first outfit you land your eyes on will be the one you wear. You count down from three in your head and enter your bedroom.

Okay, maybe not that one. You decide to close your eyes and try again. When you open your eyes, they land on a different outfit. Not that one either. You sigh harshly through your nose. Why is this so hard? You walk over to your nearly empty closet for the umpteenth time and your eyes catch on to a dress hidden in the corner that you had surprisingly missed before. This one.

It's a spaghetti strapped, black, bodycon dress with a lace overlay, flowers printed on the fabric throughout. It hugs your body in all the right places, reaching down to your knees, and you take a look in the floor length mirror next to your dresser as you put on your black, open-toed heels, smiling brightly as you feel confidence shooting through your veins.

Adrenaline gets mixed in as soon as you hear a knock on your door. Five on the dot. You grab your black cardigan and purse off the couch and open the door, your breath taken away by the handsome man in front of you. He's carrying a box of chocolates and it fumbles in his hands, nearly falling once his wide eyes see you. He looks at you from head to toe, making your heart race as you feel heat rushing over your body in line with his gaze and you shift your weight from side to side anxiously.

"Wow," he says breathlessly, unable to say anything afterwards.

"Wow yourself," you smile, looking over his own outfit: a navy blue suit and a black, button up shirt underneath, paired with black dress shoes. He slicked his hair back and cleaned up his beard slightly. He really is a gorgeous man.

"Uh," he stutters and glances to the box in his unknowingly tight grasp. "These are for you," he smiles shyly as he hands you the chocolates.

"Thank you," you say, giggling at the indents his fingers made on the sides of the box and you turn around to leave them on your entryway table.

You turn back to face him and see his eyes look up quickly and you wonder if you just caught him staring at your bottom. Your suspicion is confirmed when his cheeks flush pink. You laugh softly and he holds his arm out to you.

"Ready?" He asks and you can hear the nervousness in his voice.

You nod and link your arm in his, letting him help you down the stairs. You're starting to love the way his arm hugs yours as you walk and the warmth of his body mixing with yours. Your footsteps even sync up together in a slow cadence. He walks you to his car, letting you hold your weight with his arm as you slowly lower in the seat, your movement restricted by your tight dress and high heels.

You thank him once you're seated, buckling your seatbelt, and he walks to his side, sitting down and starting the car. You notice the radio is on this time, playing at a low volume, and you think to yourself that he probably only forgot to turn it on last time.

The aura is tense in the car, both of your nervous energies dancing in the air together to the music. You try to think of something to say, resorting to looking through your mental file of basic conversation starters. The weather? No, too basic. Say something about the music. No-

"You look really beautiful," Marcus finally breaks the silence. Your head snaps up to look in his direction and you share a smile, thanking him and returning the compliment.

He takes his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to look at you with a soft smile and turns his attention back to driving straight. He would keep his eyes on you if he could, but he'd rather not get into a car accident and ruin the night. So he just waits patiently until the next moment he can steal a glance. He takes a peek at you while you're stuck at a red light and he sees you picking at your cuticles nervously. He rubs his clammy palm on his pant leg, hoping to dry up any sweat present as much as possible. Before he can think twice about it, he reaches his hand over to grab yours.

Your heart jumps in your throat from the action and you look down in shock at his large hand covering yours completely. The blood rushes to your cheeks; his hand is rough from work, but soft and gentle enough that it's not uncomfortable. And warm. So warm. You stop picking your cuticles immediately, now memorizing the fine wrinkles in his hand and the ridges on his knuckles.

"Are you okay?" He asks, not moving his hand from your lap as he starts driving again.

"Yeah," your voice makes an embarrassing harmony, splitting in two different octaves from disuse. You swallow some saliva to lubricate your vocal cords and try speaking again.

"I'm just a little nervous," you admit.

His hand is still resting on top of yours; you're not sure if you should open your hand up to face your palms together and hold his hand as well. Alas, you take too long to make a decision and he pulls his hand away to grasp the steering wheel, bracing for a left turn.

"Please don't be nervous," he smiles with his pearly white teeth and it only makes you more nervous. How is he this handsome?

"It's just me," he adds as he pulls up to the restaurant, putting the car in park and removing the key from the ignition.

"'Just you'?" You quote him inquisitively. He nods and you shake your head with a small chuckle.

"What?" He chuckles with you.

"It's not 'just you' though, is it?" You reply softly.

You wonder if he's uncertain of himself and his ability to make women — i.e. you — weak in the knees. He seems oblivious to it and it makes him all the more charming to you. You see his eyebrows furrow and before he can ask what you mean, you turn to open the car door.

"Wait," he tells you, rushing out of his seat and over to you to help you out.

You wanted to manage it yourself, but you know you must look ridiculous with how bad you're struggling to get out of the car. He chuckles at the sight once he's on your side and he holds his arm out. You hold onto his forearm tightly and pull yourself upward as he lifts you as well until you're firmly planted on your feet.

"Maybe this dress wasn't a good idea after all," you giggle.

"I think it was," he flirts and you look away as you smile shyly.

You walk together up the steps to the front of the restaurant and Marcus apologizes for not warning you about the stairs. You tell him not to worry and though you can feel the ache in the arches and heels of your feet, you don't complain. He holds the door open for you and you walk in, your eyes instantly catching on the glimmering, crystal chandelier hanging in the waiting area. The lights are dimmed in an amber glow and there are pillars with intricate carvings and vines wrapped around the stone throughout the entirety of the establishment.

You gasp to yourself; this place must be expensive. How did you go from pancakes at grandma's house to a fancy, Italian restaurant like this? Your ears catch the sounds of a violin, but it's too close to just be playing from a speaker. Sure enough, you look further into the restaurant and see a man in a suit playing a violin. A live violinist?! Marcus joins your side again and notices the look of astonishment on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asks and you jerk your head to look at him, not even realizing he was standing next to you.

"Marcus, this looks like it's going to be really expensive."

You whisper in his ear so you don't offend any of the staff members and the height from your heels allows you to reach his head a little better now. The hot breath from your mouth tickles his ear and a bolt of arousal shoots down his spine. He laughs it off and leans his mouth to your ear in return.

"I like to make a fuss," he says, the deep tone of his voice giving you goosebumps. "Don't worry about it," he says in his normal tone as he stands up straight again.

The maître d' greets you two as you walk up to the host stand and Marcus gives the man his name for the reservation. The maître d' informs Marcus the table is not quite ready yet, adding that you're welcome to wait at the bar. Marcus looks at you to get your opinion; you say yes and Marcus lightly places his hand on the middle of your back, guiding you as you walk over to the bar top together. You take a seat in the soft barstool; it's easier to sit on since it's basically at standing height. Marcus removes his hand from your back to take a seat, his fingers gliding against the delicate lace of your dress across your spine and you shudder. Thankfully, it goes unnoticed.

The back of the bar is riddled with an assortment of different liquors, both American and Italian, and they're resting on lit up shelves. You look at the drink menu and your mouth opens in horror at the prices listed. This is definitely too much money. The bartender comes your way and Marcus orders a campari and grapefruit juice, immersing himself fully in the Italian culture. You say you'll stick with water and excuse it as you not feeling like drinking tonight. Marcus doesn't question it further.

The two of you comment on the decor of the restaurant, mainly the paintings hanging on the walls, and you mention that you love the lilies resting in the painted, ceramic vases and Marcus takes note of that fact. A waitress walks up to you and Marcus to let you know your table is ready and he finishes the last of his drink and stands, offering you his hand this time instead of his arm. You smile as you take it, your heart thumping in your chest as you let him guide you while you both follow the waitress.

The restaurant is bustling; heavy sounds of conversation and cutlery clinking on plates as you walk through what seems the entirety of the restaurant until the waitress leads you to a small, private patio. A round table is seated there, covered by a red tablecloth and adorned with a single, tall candlestick, burning a light glow. There's a cylindrical basket full of bread sticks and two water glasses, condensation running along the sides and onto the cloth. Marcus pulls your chair out for you, helping you to sit and scooting you in and sits down across from you. You hang your cardigan and purse on the back of your chair and take the menu the waitress is holding out to you.

You both thank her and she leaves, stating she'll be back soon to take your order. You marvel at the privacy Marcus planned for you two and you take a sip of your ice cold water, reveling in the relief washing through your dry throat. You flip open your menu; the options are minimal and are all expensive. You immediately scan for the cheapest dish: a $30 plate of chicken cacciatore. You feel guilty; you never want Marcus to break his bank trying to take you on a date. You glance at him and wonder why he would do all of this just for you. Did he really think you were that special?

You find yourself missing that little pancake diner and the time you shared there. There, you only felt the budding emotions consistent with a high school crush, but in this moment now, it's real life and mature adult feelings and you feel it much stronger in this environment. Marcus senses your mood change and leans forward to ask if you're okay, but he's interrupted by the waitress. You order the 'cheap' chicken cacciatore and he orders the tajarin al tartufo. Whatever that is.

"Why did you order the cheapest dish?" Marcus asks once the waitress leaves.

"Because I wanted to," you give him a sly smile to convince him otherwise, but he sees right through you, giving you a look of disbelief. You sigh.

"Because Marcus, it's too much money," you say sadly. "I mean, how much was it to get this private patio set up?"

"That's not important to me," he shakes his head. "This is our first proper date and I wanted to make it special."

Damn it. Why is he so thoughtful? And so damn cute?

"It's not that I don't appreciate it, I'm blown away by this, but I'm just... I'm not used to it," you pull your lips into your mouth slightly, mindful of your lipstick.

"Is that why you didn't order a drink?" He asks. You give him a lopsided frown and shrug your shoulders, your expression answering him instead of your words. He sighs and tilts his head to the side.

"I don't want you to worry about how much everything costs when you're with me; let me spoil you. You deserve it."

Let me spoil you. You deserve it. His words float around in your head, your eyes filling with fondness at the thought. You didn't think you deserved to be spoiled; your ex made sure of that much. It's exhilarating to say the least; this man you barely know ready to do anything for you at any time. But you like it, and you think in time, you could learn to love it. Learn to love him. You blink wildly and you inconspicuously shake your head at that last thought.

It was definitely way too soon to be thinking like that and it scared you that it entered your mind at all. It must be the ambiance of the restaurant. You think about how you should protect yourself in case this takes a wrong turn and you debate on placing that in the priority spot in your mind. Marcus can see you fighting your own thoughts and he tries to lighten the mood.

"I also might be trying to impress you for real now," he smiles.

You chuckle and shake your head. Marcus thinks to himself how beautiful you look under the moonlight that's shining through the glass awning above your heads, face lit up by the glowing candle. He can't stop his mouth from saying what he wants to say, not in this romantic atmosphere.

"I think you're a wonderful, beautiful woman and... I really like you," he adds, reaching across the table for your hand and you let him hold it, tangling your fingers with his.

You're positive he can feel your pulse through your fingers or hear your heart pounding, the blood whooshing in your ears muffling any other sounds from coming in. As much as you want to protect yourself, the look in his eyes only draws you in and you can't hide the truth from him or yourself, your confession spoken out loud for the first time for you both.

"I like you, too, Marcus." He smiles happily at you.

There must be something in the water here.

"Do you think it would be okay to keep this up?" He asks, meaning the dates, and you can't stop your head from nodding yes and you give him a sweet smile.

Marcus lets go of your hand, letting his rest in front of him and you take a deep breath, trying to shake your nerves from the exchange that just took place between you. You grab a bread stick and attempt to take a small bite; you and Marcus laugh together as your small bite accidentally turns into a big one, the stick breaking in the wrong place and leaving a large chunk of bread hanging from your mouth. Of course, leave it to something awkward happening to you to break the tension. But anything to see his face come together in joyous laughter.

* * * *

"Thank you again Marcus, that was actually very delicious," you say while Marcus begins the drive back to your apartment. "I see why it was so expensive." He hums in agreement; his smile hasn't left his face since the restaurant.

You listen closely to the new song that comes on the radio, trying to make out the tune until it gets louder and you realize it's "At Last" by Etta James.

"I love this song," you say under your breath. Marcus hears you and turns up the volume slightly, earning a bright smile from you. You look back out the window and sing the lyrics softly.

At last, my love has come along,

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song.

Marcus's heart races as he listens to the lyrics being sung by you and they hit a little too close to his heart. You don't realize at first the meaning behind them, only enjoying singing along.

At last, the skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover,

The night I looked at you.

You now realize the words are identical to how you feel. You wonder if you're falling too fast for Marcus. This was only your second date and there is still so much to learn about each other. You have a whole past to open up about, which will be a defining moment for your relationship. But as you look over at Marcus and you feel the tender organ in your chest beating fast, you think to yourself that it can't get much better than this. What's the harm in trying?

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

The Singer Masterlist

A/N: Okay just wanted to explain what Marcus ordered if you're interested! *DESCRIPTION OF FOOD/ALCOHOL COMING UP* I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong! According to Google:

Campari is an Italian bitters made of fruit & herbs & you usually mix it with juice or club soda (hardcore Italians drink it straight up) & it's a pre-meal drink

Tajarin al tartufo is an egg pasta, made with more egg whites than traditional egg pastas, & topped with white truffle. Idk it sounded fancy & expensive 😂

Also, here's their outfit inspos! Just a couple of things I described differently like his shirt being black & her dress having lace instead of mesh.

Ofc Marcus in this suit 🥵 I copied the description lol

TAG LIST:

@hnt-escape @winter-fox-queen @giselatropicana

#marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction

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melancholymaz · 5 years ago

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Enceinte (2)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Soft!Nat and Fluffy avengers!!!

Summary: You and Natasha have had your time keeping your little secret between yourselves, now it’s time to tell the team.

A/N: Here’s part two!! Let me know what you think and some things you’d like to see in the future for this series!

Готовы ли вы встретиться со своими дядями и тетями, боб? = Are you ready to meet you uncles and aunties, bean?

You stand in front of the tall mirror in yours and Natasha’s now shared bedroom, your top sitting above your 12 week bump. You were surprised no one has clicked on yet, considering you weren’t exactly hiding your morning sickness and nausea. Your growing belly, however, you hid behind loose jumpers and Tony’s t-shirts. You’ve kept your little bean under wraps for 4 weeks now, and you and Natasha decided it was time you shared the news for the uncles and aunties to be. You stand sideways, really taking in the look of your small bump, and lightly rub it.

“Bean is the size of a plum!” Natasha exclaims randomly, still laying in your shared bed, taking comfort in one of your shirts and pyjama pants, her hair still in a million directions from the night before.

“Bucky’s gonna love that.” You smile as you pull your top down, going to lay beside your girlfriend, lying your head on her shoulder.

“He has fully formed organs, muscles, limbs, bones and even his little willy!” Natasha says with her award winning smile, quickly giving your head a kiss before going back to scrolling through the pregnancy app on her phone.

“He?” You quirk your eyebrow with a smile. “We don’t even know the gender yet.”

“It’s a boy, I can feel it in my soul.” She gives you a cheeky wink, before standing up, stretching her body, giving you the perfect view of her toned back muscles. “Our next baby’s a girl. Everyone knows it goes boy then girl.”

“We can’t just choose our baby’s gender, Nat.” You laugh, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers go around your waist. “And who said there’s gonna be a second?”

“Me, and there’s going to be a third and a fourth.” Natasha gives you a sweet passionate kiss as she gives you the most loving look you only dreamed of receiving. You shake your head at your baby mama, thanking the lords up above for giving you everything you ever wanted.

“Are the presents ready?” You ask as you walk into the wardrobe picking your outfit for the day, a floral top with leggings, a jumper on top to hide your belly until the team finds out the news.

“Yes my love, all presents are wrapped and named.” Natasha replies, following suit in picking her outfit for the day. You and Natasha thought the best way to announce the new family member was by getting each and every avenger a personalised t-shirt with their respective titles. Everyone had gotten Uncle and Auntie, Bucky and Steve were getting Grandpa shirts to be funny, and carol an grandma shirt, as she’s picked up the habit to mother both you and Natasha.

“Are you ready, bub?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah, are you?” You ask, spraying perfume on yourself, facing Natasha as she quirks her eyebrow at you.

“I wasn’t talking to you, My sweet.” She says, before leaning down and lifting your shirt, She presses a soft kiss before whispering in Russian. “Готовы ли вы встретиться со своими дядями и тетями, боб?”

“You’re a dork.” You laugh, flicking her forehead as she stands, she sends you a playful glare before picking up half the boxes.

“FRIDAY, please let everyone know that we need them in the common room and there’s no room for arguments.”

“Yes Agent Romanoff.” FRIDAY replies, picking up the rest of the presents you leave your bedroom heading to the common room.

“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bruce sighs for probably the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes, meanwhile the rest of the team won’t stop talking. You huff and rub your temples before using your fingers to whistle loud enough to hurt their ears, the team immediately shutting up.

“Are you done now?” You ask, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Thank you. Now, Natasha and I are about to hand you a box with a present and no ones allowed to open it until we say so. It must be at the same time okay?”

“Whose birthday is it?” Bucky asks, a frown set into his face.

“Why would everyone get a present if it was a birthday you idiot.” Sam rolls his eyes, narrowly missing getting a slap to the back of the head from the ex-assassin. You and Natasha start handing out the presents to Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Rhodey, Carol, Thor, Clint and Peter. Once everyones got their box and inspecting it curiously, Natasha gives them the green light to open it. They all open it around the same time, their faces written in confusion. Wanda’s and Carol’s eyes go wide first, a small shriek coming from Wanda as they both jump up to hug you both.

“I’m so happy!! I can’t wait!” Wanda says, her eyes teary. You laugh before giving her a tight hug, before doing the same for Carol.

“I can’t wait to meet my grandbaby.” She gives you a wink, before giving you a bone-crushing hug, kissing your hair in the process. Steve and Bucky hug you both next, wishing a congratulations and expressing their excitement to be grandpas. Rhodey and Bruce wish you both a congratulations without the hug, and you don’t fail to notice the light traces of sadness in Bruces eyes, and you feel bad when you remember that’ll be hard for him to have his own children. Peter comes up and hugs you both at the same time, rambling on how he can’t wait to play with the baby. Sam comes up next, giving you both a kiss on the cheek and a hug as he teases.

“It was only a matter of time considering how much we have to hear you two.” He laughs, before walking to Steve giving him a ‘I told you so’. Thor congratulates you both, giving Nat a tight cuddle before giving you a soft cuddle as to not hurt you or the baby. Tony and Clint walk up together, a proud smile on their lips.

“Come on tell us about our junior avenger.” Tony says, you laugh before taking off your jumper, everyone’s attention now on your belly. You look at Natasha, she gives you a soft smile while Clints arm sits around her shoulder.

“Baby is now 12 weeks old, a size of a plum.” You say, waiting for Bucky’s reaction. His bright blue eyes light up, and you’ve never seen the man have a smile as big as it is now. “All organs, muscles and limbs are fully developed, now we wait for baby to grow.”

“All organs? including their... you know.” Peter shyly asks, a blush on his cheeks as he twiddles with his fingers.

“Yes Peter, even it’s naughty bits.” Natasha laughs, pulling Peter into her and Clint, now resting her arm around his shoulders.

“Oh... cool.” His cheeks go more red with embarrassment, but yet looks content resting against Natasha, like he’s been there a thousand times. You wouldn’t be surprised if he has to be honest with yourself.

“Do you know what the gender is yet?” Steve asks.

“Not yet, We’ve still yet to decide if we’re going to find out or wait until baby’s born.” You reply, giving Clint a nod as he wordlessly asks to touch your belly.

You lay in your bed, quietly watching your favourite show while Natasha reads beside you. You lay there in just your sports bra, absentmindedly tracing random patterns on your swollen belly. You blink tiredly, exhausted from spending all day with the team. You hear Natasha lightly place her book on her bedside table before turning to look at you, you look up at her when you feel her gaze.

“You tired babe?” She asks softy, a small smile on her lips as you nod in reply. Natasha presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before moving down the bed so her face hovers over your belly. “Let me quickly talk to bean and then we can go to sleep.”

“Okay babe.” You whisper, too tired to talk any louder. You start running your fingers through her hair as she starts to talk to your unborn miracle.

“Hi my love, It’s your mama. Even though I know you can’t hear me yet, I just wanted to tell you that I can’t wait to meet you, hold you, love you, protect you. I’m going to give you everything you could ever want, but to also teach you to be grateful and keep you humble. No one likes an arrogant brat, we’ve already got one of those. Your mummy and I can’t wait for you to meet your family too, they’re already smitten and ready to spoil you. Well my baby, it’s time for me to say goodnight because mummy’s tired and gonna get grumpy and we can’t have that. Goodnight.” Natasha finishes it off with a rub and kiss for the baby and you couldn’t help the lone tear that falls from your eye. Natasha notices this and crawls back up to wipe it away.

“I can’t believe I was so scared to tell you. I would never change this for the world.” You whisper, Natasha giving you one last smile before turning off the lamp, wrapping you up in her arms where you both fall asleep instantly.

#natasha romanoff x reader #imagine natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #avengers x y/n #avengers x reader #avengers x pregnant!reader #avenger #avengers fluff #natasha romanoff fluff

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botanicallyinclinednerd · 4 years ago

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Fluffy snowy au fic. Uncertain where in time line. When is inconsequential. Snow fight. Lance starts it. Thows snow ball at Leon. Plays innocent. Throw another. Frame merlin. Leon goes for kill. Merlin protest this unprovoked fratercide attempt it was Lance. Lance does mischievous smile and eyes twinkle and Leon is a softy but he's a chaotic softy who's a bit competitive and it is on my dear. It devolves into chaos cus of course it does.. Leon drags Gwaine in by dumping armful of snow on his head. Gwaine laments about his hair freezing. His partners must defend his honor. (Yeah right elyan laughs as he becomes a roving agent the only side he's on is his own (and perci's)) Sword fight with icicles. Laughter. Pure fluff. Its so light hearted it boarders on crack. Boys collapse to ground laughing and exhausted. Omg. Snow knights. The superior version of snow angels. Excellent. Know that I could make it angst a thin frozen pond calls to me and begs me to make one fall in. No frozen lake. Another day. Let them be happy. I'll give a boy hypo and blub blub another time. Instead snow. Snow despite that not being realistic for the setting. I don't care i want Fluffy bastard boys snow fighting. Arthur not here BTW. I love my boy but the less I have to write him the better. Chapter 21 was hell and he kept evolving like a God damned Pokémon while writing. I don't need an Arthurlution while I'm trying to write snowy fluff. He can be cuddling with Gwen in the castle off screen. Or you know. Being king and running a kingdom.

#5am and dis is convient place in phone to put note #immortal leon au #liv writes #so no forhet in morning #l2 potentially kiss in snow? perci is a walking space heater he cuddeles his boys #wip #fic idea #it coing #personal ref #hi functional liv here. other than removing a spoiler this is stream of consciousness from 5 am #this will be one of the fics apart of the immortal leon au that i plan to write once chapter 22 is out

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loverlele · 5 years ago

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I’m A Believer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings: some bad language, that's about it for this one

A/N: It’s currently nearly 1am, I can't sleep and I am bored as hell. I’ve had an idea for a Spencer Reid one shot for the last few days, so I thought now would be the best time to give it a crack. It’s based on an idea I had when listening to I’m A Believer by Smash Mouth. I haven't written properly for a while so it’s not super long and please bare with me. Anyways, enough of the waffling, enjoy :)

Word count: 1480

It’s not often we get cases that end in a good way, especially not this good. It took us two days to catch the unsub, his victims were still alive and he surrendered without much argument. It was almost as if he knew he wouldn't succeed in going through with his plans and decided letting himself get caught was easier. Definitely not something we see everyday. Hell, it's not something we see at all here. So when Emily said she wanted to listen to some music on the ride home, nobody objected. Even Spencer, which I was surprised at. Everyone was in high spirits, something that didn't happen too often on the job. But when it did happen, nobody took these moments for granted.

The feeling of content was soon taken away as I felt a pen hit the back of my head. My head whipped up, making eye contact with Derek instantly. “What?! That wasn't me, it was JJ!” he proclaimed, hands up defensively. “I know it was you Derek, you are the only one who likes to throw things at other people’s heads” I said, not being able to hide the smile from my face. I love that out of all the things we could be arguing about right now it’s Derek being the man child he is and throwing pens at people’s heads to get their attention. “But JJ-”

“But JJ nothing, go back to listening to One Direction and leave me in peace. Besides there's better ways to get a girls attention. I think you’re losing some of your game Morgan” I said, throwing his pen back at him. I don't think he was expecting me to lob the pen at the force I did because it flew through the air and bounced off his forehead.

“Who?”

“Ow!”

A gasp could be heard over the song. “Did Spencer just say ‘who’ to One Direction? Do you live under a rock?” Emily exclaims. I look over at the man sat next to me, his eyebrows furrowed. I gently out my hand over his arm “Em, be nice” I say lightly running my fingers up and down his arm, eyes still focused on the scene in front of me, “He’s too busy wrapping himself up in books and knowledge to focus on anything else.” JJ’s giggle carried itself throughout the plane. Damn you JJ, I thought. If anyone was going to catch onto the slight double meaning in that sentence it was her. I mean I wasn't exactly hiding the fact I had a fat crush on Spence, it doesn't take a profiler to figure that one out. He might have 3 PHD’s and B.A.’s, but that man is oblivious as fuck to what's right under his nose.

“My game’s not weak” Derek huffed, “As for the pen, just wait. I'll get you back for that one missy.”

“Good luck with that one boo” I say, leaning into Spencer’s shoulder slightly. I feel him freeze up for a couple of seconds before slowly relaxing, “everyone knows I'm better at paybacks, just ask the doc how I got him back for stealing my fries the other week.” I don’t need to be looking at Spencer to know his cheeks have gone red.

“S-she waited behind a door for me to come in and then sprayed a whole can of whipped cream onto me. I was sticky for hours!”

“Not for the first time, eh pretty boy?” Derek smirked, completely ignoring any of the other parts of the sentence.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, no longer wanting to be a part of this conversation. He started wriggling round a bit, trying to reach something, so I sat up slightly. He pulled his phone out from his pocket, placing it on the table before getting comfy again. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't help a small smile sneak onto my lips at the gesture. “You softy” I muttered, getting myself comfy again. I hear a quiet scoff from JJ’s area, but chose to ignore it, not feeling in the mood to talk about my feelings in front of the rest of the team.

We all sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, finishing up out notes, when the backing track to my favourite song comes on. I quickly hit up, suddenly hit with a wave of energy as my eyes search rapidly for Emily. Spencer softly laughs from besides me, sitting up more himself - yet keeping the distance between us two at a bare minimum. Keeping eye contact with Em, we both start singing along at the top of our voices

I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

I hear JJ and Derek join in just before the chorus

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer Not a trace, of doubt in my mind

Subconsciously, I start leaning backwards into Spencer as I sing the next bit. An action I thought went unnoticed by the rest of the team, however that was stupid to think so because they pick up every little detail. I mean, it’s their bloody job to do so

I'm in love, and I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried

As I was singing with the rest of the BAU team (including Rossi, but not Hotch, nope he was just sat there basking in the happiness and laughing at our pitchy voices) I was unaware that my subconscious movement had made something click in Spencer’s head. If anyone was paying close attention to the doctor’s face they’d be able to see the clogs in his brain turning and a lightbulb turn on in his brain. They’d be able to see the admiration he held for the girl to his right. They’d be able to see just how much she meant to him. They’d be able to see just how deep in thought he was that he didn't even realise the screeching had turned into laughing. But nobody was paying attention to the fluffy headed man in the corner until I shut around, slightly out of breath.

“Spence... is everything okay?” I ask in a low voice, trying not to grab anyone else’s attention. Little did I know that whilst there was laughing and chatting in the background, the other agents’ attention was on us. His head slowly moved up, his eyes making contact with mine. “Spence, what is-”

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you felt this way about me?” His voice wavering slightly. I could see the anxiety in this eyes when he asked that, silently hoping he hadn't read the signs wrong. I slowly sit back in my seat and grab his hand gently, entwining our hands together. Both of us too wrapped up in our bubble to realise the music had been turned down and we not had 10 eyes watching our every move. Fiddling with his fingers slightly I try to find the right string of words that don't sound like rubbish.

“Do you remember the day where I came into the office absolutely soaked because I decided that day, for the first time since doing this job, that I’d take the bus and walk the rest of the day?” He just nods his head, his other hand coming to lay on top of our intwined hands, “that day you asked me if I had a spare change of clothes and when I told you no, you offered me your spare change and told me to get into something warm.

When I got back into the office, you were sat near my desk holding a muffin, a hot chocolate and some anti-sickness medication. You said to me, ‘it’s not much but I hope it’s made today slightly easier to deal with.’ Even in the following weeks when I was sick you made sure I was okay. You always had any medication I might need close to you, and you insisted on coming with me to work everyday so that didn't happen again.

I have no idea if I’d fallen for you before that week, but that was when knew I’d fallen hard. it’s okay if you don't feel the same way, I understand and I get that. Just please don’t-”

In that moment, it was as if we were the only two people alive. He pulled me into a tight hug, pressing his lips to my forehead before burying his face in my neck. His arms wrapped around my torso, my body fitting snuggly under his.

It was as if two missing pieces of a puzzle were reunited. Like they'd found their way back home. Back home to each other...

#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #spencer #reid #first time #fluff #one shot #matthew gray gubler #mgg #spencer reid fluff #matthew gray gubler smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #gubler #spencer reid x y/n

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baronessblixen · 4 years ago

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I wanted to write angst today, so naturally this ficlet is super cheesy, insanely fluffy fluff. AU in which William was never given up for adoption, set after “IWTB”.

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober

Fictober Day 15

Mulder hangs up the phone and turns to her, his expression unreadable. She bites her lip, waiting for him to say something. When he stays quiet, just stares, she gets nervous.

“Mulder, just tell me,” she pleads.

“Fox Mulder has been exonerated,” he says, sounding amazed. Tension falls from her body and catapults her into Mulder’s arms. He huffs as he catches her, his arms going around her and holding her close. “I’m a free man again, Scully. No more hiding. Not that I’ve ever been good at it.”

She looks up at him, beaming. The tears swimming in her eyes are happy ones. “What’s the first thing you want to do now that you’re free?”

“I want to get married,” he says matter-of-factly, rendering her speechless.

They’ve talked about marriage only one time, early during their time on the run. It was another seedy hotel in the middle of nowhere, seething with heat. Their sweaty, naked bodies pressed together, but neither had been willing to let go. William, still a baby, was asleep in his portable crib, one of the only constants in his young life at that time. Mulder had peppered open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone, whispering how much he loved her, promising her it was worth it.

“I’ll never leave again, Scully,” he’d said, his eyes deep, dark pools. “This is it. And one day, when this is over, and you will have me, I want to marry you.”

“I love you, Mulder,” she’d replied, her fingers stroking his back, “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Now, years later, half a life already lived, she stares up at him, mouth open. She should have known that he wouldn’t forget it, that he was dead serious when he said it. There’s only one answer she can give him. Because it has never changed, not even for a second.

“Let’s get married.”

Neither of them wants a big wedding. William, their little know-it-all, asks why they have to get married at all. In reality, he just doesn’t want to wear a tux. A sentiment he and Mulder share. Her mother is ecstatic and Skinner – who would have thought – turns out to be a softie, offering to throw them a party. In the end, they opt to use her mother’s house for the wedding reception.

There’s a cute church close by, one Scully has always admired. Everything falls into place so easily that she doesn’t trust it at first, looks behind every corner, waiting for the blow. It doesn’t come. She, her mother and Monica go shopping for a wedding dress. There’s cake, there are tears and a moment to remember Missy, who should have been here with them.

On their big day, the sky is clear, the air crisp. Foliage covers the church garden, immersing it in a confetti of fall colors. Unlike her sister, Scully has never dreamed of her wedding as a young girl. She’d considered it as something one would just do, a mere rite of passage. Then, as she got older, the concept lost all appeal to her. Until Mulder. She doesn’t need a piece of paper or a ring to know that he’s hers, that she’s his. It’s been an unspoken agreement for years, a union of soul and will. But as she stands here, the soft breeze catching in her wedding dress, lifting it slightly, she realizes she wants to be bound to him in the eyes of her God.

For once, Mulder and Scully do something by the book.

Inside, Mulder waits for her at the altar. When he turns to her, taking her in, slowly striding towards him, his lips curl upwards. Agent Mulder, I’m Dana Scully. I’ve been assigned to work with you. Oh, isn’t it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded? Who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, Scully? She journeys through their life together with every step she takes, never taking her eyes off him. The good moments, and the bad. They’ve all brought them here.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Scully,” he says when she reaches him. He kisses her cheek softly, taking her hand.

In the end, she doesn’t remember what was said, her eyes transfixed on Mulder. They’ve never needed to say these things to each other. Not with words. He repeats them to her now, as she does to him, through her eyes.

“Who has the rings?” The questions takes her out of her trance and she watches as William, with precise, careful steps, carries a small blue pillow with their simple wedding bands. His tongue is sticking out in concentration; his tux is too big, the pants almost covering his sneakers. Scully’s eyes fill with tears. Their son holds the pillow up and his eyes dart between them. He looks like the mini Mulder he and gives her his most infectious grin. He is the cutest ring bearer she’s ever seen (though she might be biased).

“Do they have to kiss now? Ew!” He says and makes everyone laugh. When they do kiss, finally, the wedding party cheers and claps. Mulder’s lips against hers speak of love and taste familiar.

“I know you’re my wife now but you’re still my Scully,” he whispers against her mouth.

“That’s good because you’ll always be my Mulder.”

#fictober2020 #is it too much #fingers crossed for angst tomorrow #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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tomiokai · 5 years ago

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Agent Reid || Spencer Reid

Masterlist

A/N: I honestly have nothing to say but I write too much and I can’t stop as much as I try. When I watch anything I always have to do do something else along so when I watch CM I also write these. When I was first writing this I was going to set this all in one day but then halfway through I decided I wanted this to take place in a series of days so low and behold I deleted the whole thing and started over. Enjoy.

Please don’t copy my works, but if you do want to use it as inspiration please give me credit, at least tag me. I do read a lot and when I see my ideas getting stolen and then turned into new stories it really hurts me.

Summary: Y/n loves teasing Spencer by calling him Agent instead of Doctor.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Extreme fluffiness. Some innocent teasing. Maybe it gets Kinky.

Word Count: 2.0k

Day 1 at the BAU

The first time it happened it was simply a mistake. It was my first day at the BAU and I was simply a rookie.

I walked behind JJ as she showed me around the BAU, the conference room, Hotch’s office, Rossi’s office, Garcia’s den, and finally my desk, that was also with a bunch of other peoples workspaces. JJ told me that we all worked as a team and I nodded along. JJ was very nice to me and acted as if I was her own child, perks of being young and likable I had thought to myself. At 8 o’clock sharp everyone started filing in. Before everyone poured in tho JJ had warned me I would be the youngest of the group which meant I was going to be the baby of the team.

I meet Aaron Hotchner first, he was as you would suspect the “alpha” man he gave me boss vibes, let’s be honest. He seemed nice enough but I could tell he was going to work me hard for the first few months.

Then I got to meet Derek Morgan, he, on the other hand, was not as uptight as Hotch, he seemed chill but he did warn me I better do my best but also be safe. I already could tell he and I are gonna get along well. He was cool.

Next was Penelope Garcia. She was the biggest sweetheart ever! She definitely had the best style. She wore funky clothes that I loved. She instantly loved me but I suspected she snooped through my personal life before she liked me, but can I blame her.

Next was the supermodel Emily Prentiss. She wasn’t a supermodel but she might as well be one. At first she was cold to me, like very cold to me, but you know like all ice they melt and now I proclaim Emily as my second mom besides JJ.

Then came David Rossi. He was very nice and funny. He acts tough all the time, but we all know on the inside Rossi is a big softie, he’s like a teddy bear. I proclaim him as my father. I think that since I am the youngest of the bunch I can proclaim anyone as my mother or father. Period.

The last person walked in through the doors and I felt like I was drooling let’s be honest. He was tall had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a purple dress shirt with black dress pants and a dark grey cardigan. In my eyes he was beautiful.

JJ and I walked up to the beautiful man and she introduced us.

“Y/n this is Spencer Reid, and Spencer this is Y/n Y/l/n.” JJ introduced.

“Hi, Agent Reid,” I said sticking my hand out for a handshake. First mistake I made.

“It’s actually Dr. Reid and I don’t do handshakes, It’s actually safer to kiss,” Spencer responded waving at me instead of taking my hand.

I looked over at JJ but she turned around to hide her laughing face.

I looked back to DR. Reid and lowered my hand. “Okay Dr Reid. Nice to meet you.” I responded going on my tippee toes to kiss his right cheek.

When I pulled away he looked shocked and I just laughed. “See you around Doctor.” I smiled and walked away with an innocent look on my face, but not before I saw Derek pat his back and mumble, “You should really try fixing you introductions kid.”

Day 9 at the BAU

The second time I called Spencer ‘Agent Reid’ it had accidentally slipped out. We had finished a successful case and I went in for a hug with Spencer. Spencer and I had gotten close over a week’s worth of time, he and I had become very good friends. We would often go to 24-hour cafe’s and we would talk about books and anything we were interested in over coffee.

“Good job Agent Reid. You did great,” I said to Spencer as soon as I saw him walk through the door to the Philadelphia police station.

Spencer hugged me back tight but when we pulled back Spencer looked at me sternly. “Remember Y/n it’s DOCTOR Reid not AGENT Reid.”

I let go of him with a small laugh and winked at him. “Okay doctor, I’ll watch my mouth,” I laughed.

Later that night when we landed back in Virginia we went to our favorite cafe together and talked till 12:47 in the morning before the manager kicked us out because we were “too loud”.

Day 68 at the BAU

It slipped again. It was an accident I swear! We just arrived in a small town in Canada and it was my job to introduce everyone to the deputy.

“Hi, I’m SSA Y/n Y/l/n,” I said walking into the police and shaking the deputies hand.

“This is SSA Aaron Hotchner,” I said pointing at Aaron. “This is SSA Derek Morgan,” pointing at Derek. “SSA Prentiss, SSA Rossi, Agent Jennifer Jareau, and Agent Spencer Reid.” I introduced everyone.

Everyone shook hands and when it was Spencer’s turn to shake the deputies hand he refused and said, “Actually it’s Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Shit, I had thought.

When we were sent off by Aaron to go investigate the crime scene I quickly apologized. “It just slipped I’m so sorry Spencer.”

“It’s okay Y/n just make sure next time you say, Doctor.” Spencer brushed it off.

“How about I buy you a coffee after the case to make up for it,” I asked as we walked into the Johnsons house.

“Only if you get me a refill too,” Spencer answered as he inspected the house.

“Anything for Dr. Reid.” I sang back.

Day 143 at the BAU

When we had a first-ever disagreement I called him ‘Agent Reid’ just to rial him up even more. We were arguing about who would do better with children. Honestly, the whole fight was just stupid but neither of us was going to give in to the other.

“I did so well with the children today.” I bragged as we got on to the jet, Spencer right behind me.

“I think I did the better job,” Spencer responded as we took a seat across from each other.

“No,” I drew out slowly looking at Spencer dead in the eye.

“Yes,” Spencer responded taking out a book from his bag.

“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes and turning away from Spencer.

“Okay Y/n, whatever you say,” Spencer said, rolling his own eyes then turning his attention to his book.

I started fidgeting with my fingers as I mumbled under my breath. “I know I did better.”

Spencer looked up from his book and turned to me, “You know I can hear you right?”

“I know, Agent Reid.” I shot back narrowing my eyes at him.

“It’s doctor. D-O-C-T-O-R,” Spencer spelled out.

“Actually I can call you Agent if I wanted to.” I sassed.

“I’d prefer if you called me Doctor, Y/n,” Spencer spoke, he was obviously annoyed.

“Nope I think I prefer calling you Agent more than Doctor,” I responded standing up to go get myself a coffee.

I walked over to the coffee pot and flicked it on to make some coffee. I glanced over to where Spencer sat and he had turned back to his book, but this time he was biting his lower lip. I wasn’t a profiler for nothing, he was thinking of something for sure.

I poured myself a coffee and added in creamer and sugar. Out of habit, I grabbed another mug and poured some coffee for Spencer. Darn my stupid habits and I. I grabbed the other mug and walked back to where Spencer was.

“If you admit I did better than you, I’ll give you your coffee,” I said sitting down both coffee’s in hand.

“Fine you did better, hand me my coffee now,” Spencer said not looking up to me.

“I’m not convinced,” I bluntly answered.

Spencer looked up at me this time, “You did better than me Y/n, you are better with children than I am.” Spencer deadpanned.

“Fine,” I puffed, handing him his coffee.

“Good girl,” Spencer replied taking a sip.

I don’t know why but my face immediately heated up and I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. That’s when I realized I had a crush on him.

Day 757 at the BAU: Current Day

Over the past 2 years, I have never dropped the ‘Agent Reid’ act because: A) It’s a tease and B) It’s hilarious because he always gets so frustrated. It simply clung to me and it won’t be going away anytime soon.

I sat at my desk and typed away on my computer, it was a quiet day at the BAU. Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss were all out on their own business. JJ was sorting through files, and Garcia was in her office having a dinner date with Kevin. Spencer was reading at his desk across from mine waiting for me.

I had three more sentences to write for tomorrows report and then I’m done. Spencer and I had plans to go see a movie after work today so I quickly typed my last three sentences and quickly shut off my computer. I started shoving my papers into my to-go bag and throwing pencils into my desk.

“Calm down Y/n, I’m not going anywhere.” Spencer laughed putting his book away too.

“Oh, I know I’m just really excited,” I said back standing up and swinging my dark blue cardigan on.

We walked together to his car and we got in together. “So you wanna tell me what movie we are watching now?” I asked buckling my seat belt.

“I’m not telling you, it’s a surprise,” Spencer responded smirking as he sat into his seat.

“Alright Agent Reid.” I teased.

Before I could register what was happening next Spencer lunged forward to me and wrapped one of his hands around my neck. I was shocked truly, I always thought Spencer was vanilla even after prison. I starred at Spencer in shock as he held me by my neck.

“In the past two years, you have called me ‘Agent Reid’ exactly 432 times. The first few times I get it, it slips, but now you straight up tease me with it, and you won’t stop because you know how much it bothers me. Were you trying to get me to snap, buttercup.” Spencer asked his face dangerously close to mine. The nick name came out of no where I swear.

I bit my bottom lip and instead of an answer I gave him a small moan.

“Oh you naughty girl,” Spencer whispered a small smirk on his lips.

I leaned forward as far as I can and attempted to kiss Spencer, but he moved back and smiled. He let go of my neck and said, “We can’t do that right now, we have a movie to catch.” before he sat back into his seat and started the engine.

I slumped down in my seat and pouted at Spencer as he drove. I glanced at him once in a while to see if I caught his attention. But I suspected he knew what I was doing and smiled as he drove.

“Finally he looked over at me and laughed, “Tonight.”

I instantly sat back up in my seat, once again happy. Oh boy was I excited about tonight.

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