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randomfoggytiger · 3 months ago

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I’ve been an x files fan for years now (since 2008ish) but fan fic has never been my thing. If I wanted to give it another go, what writers or pieces of fic would be a good place for me to start? Thanks! 😊

What a dream request, thank you!

Not much of a fic reader? Hm. I drifted to fanfiction because I wanted a canonical hole plugged in; but it sounds like you're looking for quality.

I'm narrowing these suggestions to long-form fics, and going to try to keep them as "fandom approved" as possible. (I'm also cutting back on the "famfic" recs because that's not everyone's cup of tea~.)

Authors whose works could (one could argue, should) be published as novels, in no particular order:

@amplifyme/Lydia Bower, @aloysiavirgata, @slippinmickeys,

@cecilysass, @teethnbone, @dreamingofscully, @sixhours,

@mashnotesofthemythopoeic/Penumbra, @sigritandtheelves/Darla,

@onpaperfirst, @melforbes, @ghostbustermelanieking/skuls,

Jenna Tooms, @seek-its-opposite, @settle-down-frohike,

@frostbitepandaaaaa, @leiascully, @darwin-xf, Beshter,

@scenes-in-between/scullywolf, @scullylikesscience

Here's a brief rundown on each author, to the best of my abilities:

amplifyme

My mother's embraces are frightening in their intensity, and I can feel her fear as though it seeps from her pores. Mulder's arms hold me easily but fully. And there is a calming effect in his touch. He restores me to myself, makes me strong again. I wish I had taken the chance and discovered that years ago.

-Dance Without Sleeping

One of the OGs. Her writing explores the paths of Mulder's and Scully's minds. The Scully in her stories is pragmatic, matter-of-fact, and protective of her secrets. The Mulder in her stories is tender, predictably mercurial, and secretive, as well. The most direct admittance can be the most damaging, and the most healing. Her longest work is, I believe, Dance Without Sleeping; but my favorite, though short, happens to be Light Don't Sleep. Her Ao3 is here.

aloysiavirgata

“That’s a fair question, Senator,” Scully observes in her liquid nitrogen voice. She leans forward in her seat, just a little, just enough, to remind him that predators have eyes at the front of their heads. Scully crosses her legs and gives the Senator the full force of her blue eyes, the hard angles of her good cheekbones.

She is magnificent, Mulder thinks, smitten. She is Themis, she is Ma’at. One day she will devour the hearts of the unrighteous, his own included.

-Singing of Mount Abora

One of the OGs. She treads the line between poetry and prose so seamlessly you are left, baffled, by her intelligence. Her writing features Mulder and Scully with a little bite: neither are fools, and neither will be trifled with. (They're also wickedly intelligent nerds.) Mulder is Jewish (though that rarely comes up) and was married before (though that only comes up when it comes up.) Canon halts in Season 7, but that doesn't stop her from writing Season 9 masterpieces with Mulder and Scully and their son-- which is where I'd recommend you begin, with By Falling In and In. If that's not your cup of tea, I'd say catch up on her canon divergent Waters of Babylon, Petrichor, and Singing of Mount Abora. Her Ao3 is here.

slippingmickeys

The boy winced and inhaled sharply as her fingers ran over the cleft where the fibula met the talus and she rocked back on her heels, eyeing the darkening horizon. Did he have people nearby? Could she leave him here without guilt? She didn’t really have the time or inclination to take on a project — she and Mulder had tried that before — banding together with other survivors, and it had always ended poorly. And boys his age, as few as she had seen, made her uncomfortable. Her subconscious would scan their features, looking for a genetic echo of the Scully-Mulder’s. Mulder would have to pull her aside and whisper “it’s not him,” and she didn’t have the space in her heart for the guilt. Even now she had to ignore the blue of his eyes and the way his gritted teeth had the same gnathic slant as the only man she’d ever loved.

-North of Zero

One of the OGs. Her Mulder and Scully are practical, capable, sleek survivors. Her writing exists somewhere between the clack of a gun slide and the omnipresence scent of a wild pine forest. She's written extensively on... everything: Colonization, space, POL, case files, mytharc, everything; and well. I'd recommend North of Zero for a starter. Her Ao3 is here.

cecilysass

It’s Mulder, she reminds herself. No matter how long you may have been gone, or what has happened in your absence, you know what to expect from Mulder.

At last he shuffles through the door, and it’s him, definitely him: head bent, looking weary and wilted. He turns to lock the door again, evidently not paying very much attention to his surroundings.

Her heart constricts. “Mulder,” she voices softly.

She can see his whole body go still from behind, but he doesn’t look right away. His back remains to her.

-Pause

One of the OGs. Her Mulder and Scully are weighed by secrets, by their unspoken. Her writing dwells in the silences; and the tones of her work shift depending on the narrative: insular and psychologically exploratory, fast-paced and bitterly overwhelming, slow and unspooling and peaceful-- but always with a bittersweet aftertaste. I would do a disservice if I didn't recommend A Boy on the Beach first; but my personal favorite is Pause (and All the Dead Mulders and Not Orpheus, Not Eurydice.) Her Ao3 is here.

darwin_xf

Mulder. Her genius. Who happened also to be her blithering idiot. A fresh swell of affection overtook her. This is how it was for her, even just talking to him. One minute she was standing in the shallows enjoying or enduring or surviving a day at the beach, whichever kind of day it was. The next she'd find herself walloped and rolled by the rogue wave of her feelings for him. Then she was surfacing, sputtering, salt-blind, struggling to find the steady line of the horizon.

-Vox Mulder: Fired and Wired

One of the OGs. Darwin's writing is clipped and "action" focused. Her Mulder and Scully are fond and quippy and silently torturing themselves with their own repressions or secrets. Vox Mulder: Fired and Wired covers the IVF arc concurrent with Mulder's (secret) brain disease diagnosis; and her notes tearing into canon's handling of the latter arc are incredibly detailed, incredibly satisfying, and incredibly hilarious. Her Ao3 is here.

dreamingofscully

They searched, staying together with Scully’s single flashlight. As she suspected, they didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. The cellar was devoid of sound and light, not a single rat or insect scurrying about. No more traces of the unknown substance.

They followed the trail of viscous fluid back to their room. Their adrenaline-fueled trek left her exhausted, and she was hopeful she would be able to sleep for a few more hours before dawn. Not even her fear could break through the cottony haze that clouded her mind. Collapsing on the bed, Mulder pulled off her slippers.

-Surely, to the sea

One of the OGs. Her writing is practical and pleading-- the veneer that Mulder and Scully front, and the truth. Her Scully has teeth but prefers silence and distance. Her Mulder stubbornly walks the thin line between opening his partner up or closing her back together tighter. Trust-- in each other, in themselves-- can be broken and mended with the right words, the right meaning. I recommend starting with Surely, to the Sea (and my favorite short fic is this one.) Her Ao3 is here.

Frostbite Panda

“I make you a whole person,” she whispers. The slam of sudden memory is heady, destabilizing, threatening to spin her clean from reality.

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, a sound escaping him that she cannot identify. Truth be told, he looks a bit ridiculous— wrapped in a green sleeping bag looking like a dormant pupa, not the wrecked and ruined man he was.

-Four Days on the 63rd Parallel

One of the OGs (I believe.) Her writing is grand and touching, a microcosm of the macro effects Mulder and Scully face alongside, and with, each other. Her Scully is reluctant, doubting Mulder's beliefs but trusting him; and her Mulder is courageous and wallowing, afraid to try for fear of rejection. Four Days on the 63rd Parallel (and its follow-up In a Perfect World) explores what would have happened if Mulder and Scully had been trapped in Antarctica, in a snocat, alone, until help arrived. Her Ao3 is here, and requires you to be logged in.

Jenna Tooms

Then there's the matter of Mulder and his reaction to scissors and the razor. When he was first released from the hospital I took him to his old barber. He made it into a seat, and even let the barber tie the cloth around his neck. At the first flash of the scissors, though, he was up and out so fast for a moment I only stood in the waiting area dumbfounded, the baby in my arms.

He will, however, let me cut his hair and trim his beard--which he grew to cover his facial scars. I let him keep it as long as he lets me keep it neat.

-An Acceptable Level of Happiness

One of the OGs (if I recall.) Her writing is just north of canon, veering off to give us better, brighter spots to land Mulder and Scully. Her Mulder and Scully are soft, seemingly delicate with a touch of steel underneath. They've taken a beating, have internalized that beating, and are being supported wholeheartedly by the other person in their partnership. If you want canon-ish, I'd recommend An Acceptable Level of Happiness; if you want mytharc-ish further down the timeline, I'd suggest Truly, Madly, Deeply, and if you want canon veered off from and returned to-ish after Requiem (16 years later), then I'd strongly lobby for Shooting Star. Her Ao3 requires a log-in, here; but Jenna's works are also on Gossamer (here).

leiascully

“Did you see this?”

She blinked at the screen of Mulder’s phone and gently pushed his wrist until it was at a distance she could focus on. Technology changed but Mulder didn’t. She couldn’t count the near misses with magazines and file folders, the threat of papercuts across her cheeks.

“Ford isn’t going to make Tauruses anymore,” he told her before she’d had a chance to actually read the headline. That was also standard procedure. Mulder was a scrolling marquee of odd headlines and interesting trivia. He was the original clickbait, drawing her in with his promises to change her world and alter her perception.

-Taurus Season

One of the OGs. leiascully's prose captures the essence and magic of ordinary things. Her Scully is secretly a wanderer, her Mulder an errant domestic. There is reciprocity in their strengths and weaknesses; and the world is always more beautifully strange together. I recommend her Visitor series, which rewrites Revival canon along necessary lines. Her Ao3 is here, and requires a log-in.

Penumbra

They slipped among the dumpsters at the back of the building and into the empty quivering night, jaywalking the shadows up the hill streets, ringing the manhole covers. False planetary lights floated about in the foggy sky. Scully opened her fawn umbrella. Mulder glanced often behind them, his fingers pressed into the suspension muscles of her hard young back.

-Bad Radio

One of the OGs. Her Scully is strong and silent and will not be swayed; her Mulder is withdrawn and foreboding. Her most infamous work is Heuvelmans' On the Tracks, but I know her better through this post Gethsemane cancer arc fic: its darkness, its inevitability, its immovable-object-meets-unstoppable-force. Her Ao3 is here.

Prufrock's Love

"He says a horse bit him," Duana translated for her mother. Duana stripped off Lord William's tunic and ruined shirt to reveal the wound. "He damages more clothing..."

Lord William stooped to show Caithrin the twin rows of tooth marks on his left shoulder, still telling his woeful tale....

Not sure what was expected of her and thoroughly intimidated, Caithrin did as she would with her own sons. She made the sympathetic face and clucked over him like a mother hen. Lord William, pacified, settled down on the stool by the fire to let Duana doctor him.

-Hiraeth

One of the OGs. Her Mulder and Scully are messed up, secrets upon secrets, love and miscommunication and chaos towards each other and themselves. Prufrock's prose and dry wit can't be denied; and she's most notably known for Belghor's Prime, a Mulder time-traveling story, and Paracelsus, a Civil War fic that loosely locks into her sprawling, transformative "past lives" series. I, personally, prefer Hiraeth, because the Mulder and Scully I read there aligns (mostly) with my interpretation of canon. Her Ao3 is here.

onpaperfirst

The chip was round and under a microscope the texture looked like fish scales.

The procedure was over in ten minutes. Three tiny stitches at the back of her neck with a gauze pad taped on top. It shouldn’t have worked, but it did.

-Snakebitten

One of the OGs (if I recall.) Her Mulder and Scully are inherently bound, even if the plot has driven a wedge between them. They speak the same language with different words, they work back to each other with lightning speed, they are chummy, they are contented. Their humor is fantastic. Her longest, angstiest work is Snakebitten, a rewrite leading up to The Pine Bluff Variant; but my personal ones are (surprise, surprise) her "part one" and "part two" short fics, Home, Home and Honey Hi. Her Ao3 is here.

seek_its_opposite

She leaves her rumpled partner in the car with the window cracked while she goes to the front desk, glancing back possessively over her shoulder as the woman behind the counter gets their keys. One room, two beds. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Mulder.”

She keeps seeing him like she found him, on his knees before the ghosts of his childhood. She sees him praying to the barrel of his gun.

-photosensitivity

One of the OGs (I think?) She writes incredible meta on the series; but she's also written one of my favorite short fics, ever (and I have a lot of those.) You can navigate to the rest of her Ao3 through this link, but you'll have to get through photosensitivity first. >:DDD

settle-down-frohike

“I’m fine, Scully,” indignantly going back to the task at hand. And she’d have believed him too, if he wasn’t looking through her, if his pitch hadn’t been a little too high, if he hadn’t forgotten the fact that her shoes were the very last thing to put on and she wasn’t even out of her hospital gown yet. She allowed it out of pity, mostly. Or humor. But his hands shook, fumbling with the laces like a feening alcoholic.

-for the WIP prompt: hospital

One of the OGs. She writes distraught Mulder incredibly well; and balances him with a Scully who is dry, caring, and bouyant all in one breath. I can't rave enough about her short fics (their links can be found here); but I'd recommend this and this and this because they tie together to form a Redux II whole. Her Ao3 is here.

sigritandtheelves

The world is different now, after so much has been lost. It moves a little slower, takes for granted a little less. It is still a dangerous place—because fear is catching and learning that things are not as they seem can make some go mad with denial and rage and terror at the loss of their footing. But it is also more peaceful, in some ways—because loss reminds us to hold love close. Because all the hearts that stopped beating are still felt in their absence. Because people, in the end, come together in crisis. They don’t only tear each other apart.

“I think we did okay,” he murmurs. “With our quarter century.”

Scully leans her head back to look at him. “Just okay?”

“Mm hmm.”

-Advent

One of the OGs. Her writing is pure sensation: cotton and earth and jeans and nine o'clock shadows and soft skin and the tangible grasp of wishes come true. Advent is her longest fic; but I implore you, on my hands and knees, to read all four of her pages on Ao3-- they're not only the gateway drug to other incredible, incredible short fic writers (ghostbustermelanieking, @baronessblixen, @o6666666, all the authors mentioned here, and so many, many more) but are also a shining example of family fic done well-- a very hard skill to pull off. Her Ao3 is here.

sixhours

Back to sleep. Sleep. No big deal. Just go to sleep.

A minute passes, then two. He’s not tired, in fact, he feels incredibly awake. His heart is pounding, a distracting pulse in his ears. The bed is too soft, too deep, too…real. He can hear her breathing next to him, feel the warmth radiating off her body, his senses screaming at the level of detail, the texture, the vividness of it all. Instinct is a dog with a bone, and it won’t let go.

Something’s wrong.

-Lucidity

One of the OGs. Her writing clips along at an even pace, the story driving Mulder and Scully ever forward. Mulder is most often on the outs, Scully most often peering at her partner silently, trying to figure him out and draw him in. But mostly, the two function independently of each other, content to drift further or nearer as long as they are together. I would recommend Lucidity as a primer. Her Ao3 is here.

touchstoneaf

He did not soften, at first. Did not edge away, nor did he lean into her. Much like that awful night when their office had burnt he simply stood cold with shock and while she supported him; the steadfast fidelity of their bond never questioned in the decade that they had been together.

“I was there,” she murmured into his shoulder. /I’ll always be here./ He could accept it now. She was finally able to press her arms about him in the night. Feel the strong bones beneath unblemished flesh; amazed that he was even alive for her to hold after an ordeal that had indeed taken him from her for so long that she had lost all hope. She shuddered and cinched her arms tighter; felt his ribs shift beneath the silky envelope of his skin. They creaked in protest, but he did not move, and she spoke like one driven.

-Amor Fati: Destinata (The Fated Love), Act Three

One of the OGs. So OG, in fact, that the butchery of Season 9's mytharc pushed her to write a mythology replacement. Scully is fearful, anxious, but strong to her core. Mulder is lonely, and loving, and afraid to slip back into dark places. Both push each other to become better than they believed they could be. Her Amor Fati, Destinata (The Fated Love) series is still being written; but it's detailed reconstruction is well-worth the read. Her Ao3 is here.

I separated these two authors out because they're the x and y axes of my personal taste:

melforbes

She falls asleep before him. In some ways, it’s a burden to share a bed with someone, not a pleasure; if he moves, he fears he’ll wake her, but it’s horrible to stay so still for so long, especially when he can’t sleep. But he can see her eyelashes in the dark, and her cheek is squashed against her own pillow, and she checked the room when they arrived to make sure that there were plenty of tissues. Had there been a couch here, even a divan, he would’ve taken to that instead, let her sleep soundly without him. The day of the wedding - he almost tenses at the word wedding, not because he dislikes it but because it feels so strange and unreal, as if it never really happened even though he remembers it so easily and comfortably - they had a makeshift reception in her apartment, just cutting cake with her mother and then sharing slices with the Gunmen after her mother left. If anything, it felt more like a funeral than a wedding reception, so many questions tiptoed around, everything too urgent and human to be a celebration, but between guests, she grabbed part of her slice with her bare fingers and pressed the cake against his face unexpectedly, and he looked at her with surprise, and she laughed in an inward way that made her shoulders move.

-seaglass blue

One of the OGs (I believe.) I have to start here because seaglass blue is grafted onto my heart. Set before Gethsemane, the author based it on a real couple's journey with impending death; and the way she wrote Mulder's POV-- how she kept us always locked in his head each and every day of his honeymoon with Scully-- is forever burned on my psyche. I don't see the emotional damage, if you will, as unnecessary or melodramatic or traumatic-- it's just a window into the slow approach to the end, or a fear of it. (However, if the writing is too "overlapping" or "run-on" for your taste, I'd recommend aloysiavirgata's gorgeously succinct prose, mentioned above~.) All of her works are fantastic; and, oddly, the rest are usually beautifully cozy (if you can find them on her page.) (Note: authors with their own uniquely similar styles include @teethnbone and @enigmaticdrblockhead -- can't recommend their work enough, particularly The Ansted Graft and this list here, respectively.) mel's Ao3 is here.

skuls

They follow Mulder's trail, Scully's heart thudding too hard against her ribs. Skinner is telling her that Mulder wouldn't do anything crazy when it comes, the headache. Pounding against her skull. And then she hears Will crying out: Dad!

Scully bends over, stomach against her knees, clutching her temple. “Scully?” Skinner is saying. “Scully, what's going on?” But she can't hear him over the roaring in her eyes. William is still speaking, rapid-fire in her mind: They're hurting him, Mom, they're hurting him! Make them stop!

In a flash, she can see what William sees. Mulder barely conscious, being dragged outside through the snow. An axe in the hand of his attacker. “Scully, are you alright?” Skinner protests.

-silent conversations

One of the new recruits (I think.) Her writing is an art form: painting broad, sweeping pictures on the tiniest canvases, in the shortest sentences. Her descriptions, characterizations, and dialogue all serve the plot-- not a hair out of place and not a nook or cranny neglected. I will never be over her short fics, but her longer works are crafted carefully, too. If you want a complete rewrite of the entire series' mythology, then the Half-Light universe does it, and does it better; if you want a Season 8 casefile, then snow in april manipulates Mulder and Scully to a very sinister town; if you want Season 7 to properly deal with Mulder's brain disease, encephalon's got you covered; if you want William to stay with Mulder and Scully, William AU (relent, silent conversations, noises echoing, not out loud) bends in that direction; and if you want a complete rewrite of Samantha's abduction, california winter is where I'd start. Her Ao3 is here.

And lastly, do you want to read long-form fill in series? These three are masterfully done.

Beshter

There were few things in the world that Dana Scully could imagine were more arduous in her the world than family dinner night. Perhaps climbing Mt. Everest in the middle of a howling blizzard would be one. Maybe crawling out of the Amazon rainforest with a broken limb would be another. Even walking single-handedly into the desert with just one canteen of water between you and horrible death under the scorching sun could trump the monthly gathering of the Scully clan at her parent's house in Baltimore to have dinner with her parents.

One of the OGs. Her X-files Seasons covers every crack, crevice, and canyon in the show: Scully's life and family separate from Mulder, the journey drawing her closer into Mulder's world, and her own transformation from the green agent she was to the woman of diamond she became. Her Ao3 is here.

scullylikesscience

Over the course of the weekend, Mulder hardly talked at all. When he did speak, he was abrupt, flippant, and sometimes defensive. He still didn’t want to be touched, nor did it seem to Scully that he wanted to touch her. He kept a wall up around him, a protective shield. She tried to give him what she thought he wanted, space and distance, while at the same time trying to let him know that she was there if he needed her. It was a difficult balance. He seemed glad of her company, yet disinclined to talk to her at all.

-Chapter 87

One of the OGs. Her He is the Master of His Fate, She is the Captain of Her Soul series exquisitely fills in Season 7, Season 8, Season 9, IWTB, Season 10, and S11 while filing over and rewriting the incredibly stupid canon decisions along the way. Her Ao3 is here.

scullywolf

Mulder stirred again and mumbled something she couldn’t make out, and she wasn’t sure if he was talking in his sleep or actually trying to tell her something. She leaned over to put her face closer to his, listening.

“They’re not the same.”

She frowned. “What’s not?”

He shifted, blinking up at her. “Moth men. You might think they’re the same as the Jersey Devil, and the circumstances are similar, but they’re not the same.”

“You mean aside from the fact that this is Florida, not New Jersey?”

-Detour

One of the OGs (I believe.) Her TXF: Scenes in Between series plucks one moment from each episode and builds upon it, providing a window into either Mulder's or Scully's psyches. She even tackles Mulder's (alleged) Season 7 brain disease. Her Ao3 is here.

If you want more fic recs, I have lists catalogued under my Collector's Edition tag. If you want even more fic recs, I wrote a fanfic resource post here. And if those aren't enough to appease your hunger, @lilydalexf and @fine-nephrit have pinned master posts that will probably have something for you.

Hope this helped~! And drop back in sometime-- let me know if you read something you enjoyed, or found fanfic still isn't your preference. :DDDD

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lustsickforyou · 2 years ago

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EYES ON YOU ..

pairing: james potter x female reader

summary: james potter— if anything, was a flirt until the very end. so when he sees a very pretty girl in the library he couldn’t help himself but to go speak with her.

a/n: this idea popped into my head and i just had to write it, james potter is the cutest boy of them all.

JAMES POTTER was known for many things, but the one thing that surfed around the halls of the school was that he was a womanizer. constantly flirting with all the eligible girls around school, and most found it quite charming. he had this elegance about him when it came to talking with anyone. the way the words fell off tongue was mesmerizing, how he would playfully touch their arm just enough to grab their attention to the action but leaving them wanting more.

you however, felt much more opposite than the other girls around. perhaps that was something you and lily evans could relate to. you knew his tricks, the same moves he pulled on every girl. you watched it all before, and yet something bothered you that he never approached you. always left you watching from afar, wondering why he never tried at any attempt to get your attention. maybe that’s why you hated him and his flirting so much.

it was now your sixth year at hogwarts, classes were ever as busy and your work was piling up each day. it was hard not to fall behind, so often you found yourself in the library attempting to study. the sound of birds chirping outside the window, the sun shining through just as it reached the golden hour of the end of the day. you could hear book pages being flipped, small conversations softly spoken— and of course you could hear james potter enter the room.

he was quite popular, every single time he entered a room someone would say hello to him and strike up a conversation without fail. you attempted to mind your own business, flipping through the pages of your history of magic book. it was hard not to get bored with that class, you wondered how anyone would excel so easily.

james was on his way to meet up with his friends to study, when he walked passed you. everything seemed to go slowly for him in the instance of passing by. he looked over towards you as he made his way across the library. how your face was concentrated and your eyebrows permanently furrowed as you read the words in front of you. the way you glanced up at him, the sun hitting your face in that perfect honey lighting, but looked back towards your book without another thought.

james always saw these kinds of things like a challenge, could he get the girl who seemed so disinterested in him? and as he continued to walk forward and away from you, a thought crossed his mind. how had he never seen you before? he was going to continue forward but some switch flipped inside of him and he stopped in his tracks, turning on his heels with a knowing smirk on his face and heading right back in your direction.

you glanced up again when you heard him change paths, and immediately sighed, covering your face. you definitely did not have time for his shenanigans. not only were you busy trying to catch up in your class work, your hair was a mess and you felt a headache coming on from all the reading you had done.

“is this seat taken?” he asked suavely, and you mentally rolled your eyes. you looked up nervously, and tried to come up with an excuse. “well— i’m expecting somebody.” you landed on the answer rather quickly which made yourself quite proud.

james looked around the room, towards the entrance of the library with no sign of anyone coming. he may act stupid but he was quite intelligent. “right now?” he questioned and you stared at him with shock. “no— but any minute now.” you lied. “any minute?” he teased lightly and you wanted to grab your things and run out of there as quickly as possible. you decided to not respond, looking down at your book again and hoped he would walk away.

“what are you reading?” he asked. would he ever give up? “history of magic, while i’m waiting for him.” you added the last part so he would get the idea that his presence wasn’t wanted here. “well then— you probably won’t mind if i wait here with you.” he pulled out the chair to the left of the square table and sat down. you mentally cursed and leaned back into your own chair.

“are you new here?” he asked, which deep down stung because he hadn’t noticed you. probably not ever— and ever since you grew into your face this past summer and started to use light makeup to enhance your features you had started to get attention from boys. it was probably the only reason he noticed you, even though you had classes with him before.

“no, i’m not.” you shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear and looked down at your book in attempt to forget the fact that you were sitting in the library with james potter, and how you felt slightly embarrassed because everyone around knew exactly what he was doing, therefor they noticed you. which meant a target was on your back from his little fan club of girls who thought they had a shot with the brunette boy.

“what’s your name?” he asked, and you gave in. finally setting your hands down on the table in front of you. “y/n y/l/n.” you replied simply and he had this look of shock on his face, repeating your name with a hint of surprise. “my goodness, i barely even recognized you.” he leaned back, taking you in.

“mm, so i’ve heard. from many people actually.” you stated matter of factly, because it was true. you returned to school looking more stunning than the year before that even your friends were shocked to see you. james cleared his throat, knowing he was already messing up his usual routine with every girl. for some reason with you it felt different. he had been taken by surprise, which set him off the rails completely.

“we had—” he thought for a moment trying to remember. “potions together.” he finished and you nodded slowly. “you were the awkward girl who sat in the back and rarely ever spoke.” he teased and you rolled your eyes at his comment. “that i was.” you sounded disinterested at this point. he was clawing at any attempt for you to swoon after him like everyone else did.

“i’m sorry i didn’t recognize you sooner.” he acknowledged the fact that he was acting like a complete asshole right now. “that’s alright.” you accepted his apology graciously, a smile crossing onto your features as you tried not to laugh at his poor attempt at trying to flirt with you. why had everyone talked big game with him when he acted like such a fool now in front of you?

it hadn’t even crossed your mind that he was nervous, that he was so enamored by your beauty that he was a loss for words. “so where is this mystery man of yours? i thought he was coming any minute now.” he spoke playfully and you smiled back. “he’s often late.” you continued to lie, because if you were being honest you didn’t want to seem like an idiot, you already felt like one.

“not a very good mystery man then, now is he?” he asked and you laughed lightly. “you have a beautiful laugh.” he complimented and you looked down again, feeling your face go hot at his comment. you wanted to slap yourself for ever feeling bashful over james’ words. not after you had seen him flirt with everyone under the sun, and secretly judging people for ever falling under his spell.

“thank you, james.” you spoke quietly. the two of you sat in silence for a moment, him staring at you with that knowing smirk on his face, and you looking down feeling his eyes on you. you decided it would be your turn to ask him questions.

“so— why did you choose to sit here with the girl waiting on somebody instead of with your friends.” you motioned over to the table across the room filled with his infamous group of friends who talked amongst themselves. they learned long ago that james did this kind of stuff, and chose not to pay too much attention to it. james shrugged, glancing at his friends and back towards you because he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you.

“i saw a pretty girl, i couldn’t help myself.” he answered honestly and you narrowed your eyes with a small smile on his face. “what?” he asked and you shook your head with another laugh, so infectious that it made him laugh as well— hesitantly but he still did. “nothing, nothing.” you giggled, covering your mouth in hopes he wouldn’t notice how funny you found this. “tell me what you find so amusing.” he practically begged and you calmed yourself down from the laughing fit.

“i don’t know— i just thought you were all heart eyes for lily evans and she just so happens to be sitting right next to your friends”. you pointed out and he quickly looked over to notice the red head who was speaking with remus. “and it’s terribly predictable of you, you call every girl in this school pretty.” you added and he shook his head, looking back towards you instead of the evans girl.

“i’m not heart eyes for the evans girl.” he swallowed and you shrugged with an upside down frown knowingly. “i’m not! she doesn’t even like me anyways.” he tried to save himself, but you found the whole situation amusing. “whatever helps you sleep at night, potter.” you joked and he rolled his eyes. “you’re horrible.” he teased with a smile and shook his head.

“so i’m pretty and horrible? how can those two things exist?” you asked with a smirk. “oh it does, it’s sitting right in front of me now.” he chuckled. you held up your hands as if presenting yourself in the flesh and he was the one that was now amused. once the laughter died down james let out a relieving sigh. “you really are something y/n y/l/n.” he gushed and you looked away for a moment to gather yourself.

“surprised you remembered my name this time.” you cooed. “i don’t think i can forget now.” he replied, staring down at you. you didn’t respond, only looking up at him.

“go on a date with me.” he blurted out suddenly and you leaned back with a surprised look on your face. “so soon, potter?” you asked and he shrugged innocently. “sorry, but i don’t think i want to go on a date with the infamous womanizer of hogwarts.” you declined and he grabbed his chest, acting as if he had just been shot. no one ever declined his request for such things. only one other red headed girl who seemed to be so far in his mind now. “only proving yourself to be more horrible, darling.” he called you by a nickname that fell so easily off his lips. “thank you.” you accepted even though a compliment was never there.

“come on, the date could be perfect. we could have a picnic on the grass hills behind the school.” he almost begged at this point and you looked up as if you were thinking about it. “and how many girls have you taken on this said perfect date?” you questioned. “not a single one, just you.” he replied. he was effortlessly perfect in every way, and yet you still pushed him away.

“alright, how many times have you asked lily evans on that same date?” you tried now and he went quiet. you had him all figured out, one of the only girls who didn’t see him through those rose colored glasses he so easily placed onto them. james cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat. you saw right through him, but it didn’t scare him off.

“james! are you done bothering that poor girl? we have defense against the dark arts homework to catch up on!” remus called from across the room and james stood from his seat, grabbing his bag and throwing it around his shoulder. “coming, coming!” he yelled back annoyed. “i better get going, leave you to wait for this boy.” he jabbed and you giggled.

“let me know if you ever work it out.” you said and he looked down confused. “what?” he inquired. “you flirting with other girls, and about that date. seems nice if you weren’t the way you were.” you explained. “so you’re saying i have a chance?” he asked and you sucked in a deep breath. “perhaps.” you landed on the answer and he nodded before walking off towards his friends.

“what’s got you so interested in y/n?” sirius poked fun at his friend and james sat down ignoring him. “honestly james, i wish you would just leave the all those girls alone.” peter added and james looked at him disappointed as he grabbed the books from his bag. they all dropped it, opening up their books and pulling out parchment paper. and instead of like usual, james didn’t swoon over lily. he looked back every so often towards you, where you were reading your book intently. and the final time he looked back you were gone.

he had a crush, a huge one. and for days after the interaction the only thing on his mind was you.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x female reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter x fem!reader

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dqrciedaily · 8 months ago

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baby arsenal pt.2, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

a/n: proper old arsenal photo oops

but i’m really enjoying this series so feel free to send some ideas or requests in x

this was also inspired by my hatred of math during gcses

after a tiresome day of training, gym sessions and still a team meeting to be had, y/n trudged wearily into the communal area of the shared living space. the weight of her school backpack felt heavier than usual, laden not only with textbooks but with the burden of many impending assignments.

with a dramatic sigh, she flopped onto one of the couch’s, her exhaustion noticeable as she buried her face in her hands. "i actually can't do this," she moaned, her voice muffled by her palms. "i just can't focus on schoolwork! especially after a day like today."

lia, who had just walked into the room after a physio session, glanced over at y/n with a sympathetic smile. "i know you don’t want to y/n/n, but i’m really not in the mood for another email from school," she said gently. "but you know you have to get it done. how about this? if you do as much of your homework as possible, you can decide what we have for dinner tonight."

"anything i want?"

lia nodded, her smile widening. "anything you want," she confirmed, but before she could continue leah walked into the room. “what’s going on?” she questioned setting down next to y/n. “wally said i get to pick what we’re having for dinner tonight!” y/n excitedly told the blonde as she took out the first assignment.

“uh no, i’m coming round for dinner tonight you better not pick something i don’t eat!” leah groaned but y/n paid little attention as she got started on her work.

her brow furrowed in concentration. but as she dived into the complexities of her math assignment, frustration quickly replaced her initial enthusiasm. the numbers swirled before her eyes, a jumbled mess of equations and formulas that refused to make sense no matter how hard she tried.

despite the best efforts of her teammates, who all tried to help her with either words of encouragement or even some attempts at explanations, y/n found herself sinking deeper into despair.

"it's actually no use," she muttered to no one in particular, her voice tinged with defeat. "i just don't understand maths. it’s stupid."

kyra who was sat on the couch opposite from y/n finally had enough of her complaining. “okay no i’ve had enough of hearing you moan and complain. stop moping about and let’s go annoy katie or something!”

with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, kyra led the charge out of the room, eager to abandon the maths assignment that had about three lines written down, y/n quickly followed kyra to the dining hall where the others were. but as they approached the dining room, their plans were abruptly halted by the arrival of kim, who cast a curious glance in y/n’s direction.

"hey, y/n/n, have you finished your homework yet?" she asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

y/n shook her head sheepishly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "no, not yet," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

kim's expression softened with understanding. "it's okay," she reassured her, "but why don't you go work on something else for now? you can figure out the math later."

“oh but please just a few minutes of break we just wanted to ask katie a quick question” the puppy eyes deeming unsuccessful as kim’s expression didn’t change. “please kimmy.”

“fine. only a few minutes though!”

the duo shouted “thank you kimmy, we love you!” over their shoulders as they raced off to go bother katie.

upon their arrival in the dining room many heads turned but then turned back to their conversations. they spotted that caitlin had gotten up from her chair, leaving both seats next to katie vacant. they quickly occupied the chairs turning to face her, almost in unison.

“pineapples or blueberries?” they said in unison

“sorry what?”

#darcie’s drabbles #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #arsenal wfc x reader

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mattmurdocksscars · 2 months ago

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Tuna-tober Day 2

Here's day 2 of Tuna-tober.

Prompt: Flower Crowns

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Word Count: ~1k

You and Logan were complete opposites. He was dark and gloomy, grumpy most of the time. While you were sunshine and rainbows, happy as can be.

Your powers dealt with nature. You could grow flowers from nothing, cause minor earthquakes, and create remedies from herbs. It was helpful sometimes and useless others. But you got by. Teaching at Professor Xavier's school helped. Being around Logan, despite his grumpy nature, helped. And boy, did you enjoy being around him.

Alright, so you had a crush on the man. It was hard not to. Beneath his gruff exterior laid a heart of gold. Plus, Logan was different around you. He was more playful, more kind. He picked on you but not maliciously. And you did the same. The two of you had a back and forth banter that just worked.

What you loved most, however, was when the students got involved. They loved to see just how far Logan would go for you. Which is how you found yourself in your current situation.

You stood outside Logan's classroom door and carefully played with the item in your hands. You were patiently waiting for him to finish talking to his students so that you could pull him aside. As he wrapped up, you hid your hands behind your back and smiled at the students as they left, greeting the ones who spoke to you. Once everyone had left, you turned to face Logan and grinned. His eyebrow immediately rose and he crossed his arms across his broad chest.

“What are you up to?” He asked, voice deep and warm.

“Me? I'm not up to anything. I just wanted to see you!”

“Well, you've seen me. Now what?” You walked into the room, keeping your hands behind your back. Logan grew wary as you approached and you giggled. You stopped a couple feet in front of him and smiled.

“I made you something, Logan.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I worked on it for a long time too. So you better like it.” The corner of his lips twitched in amusement but otherwise, he kept a straight face.

“Is that so?”

“Yep!”

“Well, what is it?” He asked. You brought your hands out in front of you with a flourish and watched as Logan tried not to laugh. In your hands was a beautiful flower crown. It was full of reds, yellows, and oranges interwoven with the greens and browns of the leaves and stems.

“You've got to be joking.” He said, fighting a smile.

“Nope! I made it just for you. It reminds me of a sunset. I tried not to make it too girly. But flower crowns are inherently girly. Do you like it?” You sounded and looked so hopeful that Logan found he couldn't possibly crush your dreams. He sighed and tilted his head.

“Yeah, darling. I like it.” You squealed in happiness.

“Does that mean you'll wear it?”

“...what?”

“The flower crown, silly! Will you wear it? Pleaseeee?” You put your hands together and looked up at him innocently. If you didn't know better, you'd say Logan was blushing. He seemed to have an internal battle before he eventually let out a long suffering sigh. He tilted his head down in your direction.

“Go ahead, darling. But only for a minute.” He said gruffly. You very gently placed the crown upon his head, making sure it was straight, before you pulled your hands back and clapped.

“Perfect! It looks good on you, Logan.” You grinned, giggling between words.

“Alright. Come on now. Take it off.” He rumbled. You pouted then, putting the next part of your plan into action.

“Aw, come on, Logan. Don't you want to wear it for a little while. I did work pretty hard on it.” You told him, batting your eyelashes. Logan playfully rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“I know you did. Don't you want to keep it safe? If I'm wearing it, I'm liable to mess it up.”

“It is safe. I sprayed it with something that will keep it together. You'd have to get hit pretty hard to mess it up. It's a gift, Logan, accept it.”

“So that's what I'm smelling.” At that, you raised a brow. But then it hit you. With Logan's heightened sense of smell, he could likely still smell the glue that was holding everything together. You smacked your forehead then held your hand out, your shoulders drooping.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't even think about that. I'll take it back so it doesn't bother you anymore.” You told him. Logan regarded you for a long second before he suddenly shook his head and stepped back out of your reach.

“No.”

“What?”

“No, you can't have it back. You said it was a gift right? Well then it'd be pretty rude to take it back.” He told you smugly. You gawked at him for a minute then smiled.

“Well, if you're certain…”

“I am.”

“Okay, then. I'm glad you like it.” You tell him. He nods but before he can say anything, the kids start entering the room. His next class is about to start and so you simply smile at him and turn to leave. You're almost out the door when you hear one of the kids gasp.

“I want a flower crown like that!” You stifle your giggles as the rest of the students catch on. You stop in the doorway and turn to see Logan looking at you with a look you can't quite distinguish. The students are all clamoring around him as they ooh and ahh over his flower crown. You can't resist adding fuel to the fire so you call out.

“I'll see you later, Logan.” Then you left the room, hearing his students start asking if the two of you are dating and if he likes his flower crown. You laugh the whole way back to your room. You know you're in for it when Logan gets done with class.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

#logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #Tuna-tober 2024

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thursdayinspace · 5 months ago

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May I offer a different take from “she fell first, he fell harder” for Mulder and Scully? One where both fall hard and then run an obstacle course for years, one they partly set up themselves?

I think mutual attraction is there from the start; they’re interested in each other before they even meet (she seems to know pretty much everything about him and he has gone as far as reading her thesis – and likes it). They’re fascinated by each other. And then their first case does everything to put them into situations where they can test each other and set the direction for their partnership and the trust that’s already starting to grow between them. Really falling in love, beyond a crush, takes knowing each other to a certain degree, and I think due to the nature of their first days together, they go through the ‘getting to know you’ phase in record time. There are a few interesting scenes that really set the tone and bring them together in ways that could make or break them, and each time they choose to support and trust each other.

Their first meeting: discussing the case. He tries to pick apart her science as she tries to pick apart his paranormal explanations, and they seem to have a certain amount of fun with that. She obviously thinks his theories are nonsense, and he doesn’t expect her to approach the problem with an open mind, but they’re respectful with each other and seem fascinated by each other to a certain degree.

There is the mosquito bite scene. It makes sense for her to go to him and ask him to check out the bumps on her back. There really is no one else she could ask, and also she’s panicking, which is absolutely understandable, and she needs somebody to reassure her, to help her if it is what she fears it is. So yes, it’s not like she has any other options. It is the way their interaction goes from there that makes it relevant to their journey. There is the fact that he doesn’t objectify her for one second. He doesn’t laugh at her. He seems to expect her to be relieved when he tells her it’s all okay, but he doesn’t seem to have realized how afraid she had been. And when he does, when she falls into him, seeking comfort, he gives it freely. His smile fades. He is there for her. He opens up to her in return, tells her his story in great personal detail, talks about conspiracies, and she listens attentively and takes his feelings seriously even though it all sounds pretty incredible. Attraction meets trust – that night could have gone differently in a number of ways. She could have felt too embarrassed to ask him to check those bumps. They could have ended up in bed together after she dropped her robe in front of him. She could have questioned his conspiracy theories, rejecting his attempt to reach out. But they take each other entirely seriously. They grow a little closer.

And then we get to the scene in the rain. He explains his theory. She argues against it. He says “You think I’m crazy.” She doesn’t disagree, but then remembers details that actually fit with his theory. Which is not something he expected at all. And she does think he’s crazy, but it doesn’t matter to her. They stand there opposite each other, she’s laughing and he’s looking at her, laughing too, more quietly as if he can’t quite believe it. And I think that’s when he falls. Hard. With a soft landing. She’s so breathtakingly beautiful, standing there absolutely drenched, wet hair clinging to her face, laughing like nothing has ever been funnier – but also, she is actually standing there, working with him, contributing to his theories even though she doesn’t believe the things that he believes. She wants to understand the world, she wants to solve the case even if that means opening her mind to other possibilities, and she seems to like him with no ulterior motive. She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she’s curious. His heart never stands a chance, he falls in love right then and there. And she does too. He’s ridiculous and cute and smart and he doesn’t apologize for his beliefs – and I think honestly and integrity is something Scully values highly. It was definite interest before, attraction, probably a bit of a crush, but this is when it happens; there is no going back now. If they’d ever dreamed up their perfect soulmate in their minds on a quiet lonely night, it would have been each other in that moment.

There is no separating them anymore after that. They have both made their choice. They also backpedal a bit – quite a bit sometimes – only to fall a little more in love at other times. It’s complicated. We all know the way they go from there. But I think that moment in the cemetery, they fall. Both of them. They fall in love and that’s it for them for the rest of their lives; it just takes them several more years to act on it. To admit it to themselves. But I do think they admit it to themselves in that one specific moment, and I think if the FBI had decided to separate them again after this case, he might have asked her out, or she might have asked him, and it wouldn’t have taken them fifty million more years. Some days they know, some days they ignore it, some days they fight and some days they can’t admit it but feel it so hard it almost breaks them.

So no, I don’t think one fell first and the other fell harder. I think they go at exactly the same pace. I don’t think Mulder is even capable of protecting his heart in any way and gives it away quickly as a rule, but that’s a post for another day. I think Scully is more complex in how she falls in love, but that is also a post for another day. This is just to say: I think it takes neither of them any time at all. (But after that though . . . yeah. Haha.)

#txf #the x files #msr #mulder and scully #txf meta

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 months ago

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Caught In A Web ~ 28

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,210ish

Summary: The others rush home as Hydra takes the Compound.

Notes: Another update? Only because I'm going back to work tomorrow... wish me luck!

“Remain calm… Remain calm…” you whispered to yourself as your eyes kept trying to find a way out of the room. “Breathe… You’re okay. Someone will find you.”

Your thoughts were running wild with how your situation wasn’t safe. How you weren’t safe. You kept trying to keep yourself calm, remembering what your therapist had suggested. You needed to keep as calm as possible to think of ways to get yourself out safely.

You suddenly jumped as gunshots rang out, and a loud roar shook part of the Compound. The Hulk would find you; you were sure of it. What you weren’t sure of was how Hydra was able to do any of this. Fury had left military aid around the perimeter before he disappeared again. What had happened to them? And the press that was out there with them?

Maybe it was safer in Tony’s locked lab. Quickly, you used your webs to cover every door knob, lock, and opening. If no one were able to get to you, you’d have to protect yourself. You had been trained by the Avengers, you have superpowers, you could handle this… right?

As the commotion began to grow closer, you realized that maybe staying put wasn’t the best option. Using your webs, you pulled down a vent cover and pulled yourself up there. You needed to get out of the building or to the training rooms where you could grab your suit and weapons. It was just a matter of getting there. You began by going in the opposite direction of the fighting.

Just as Natasha taught you, you tried to make your moves quick and quiet. The stress was causing your skin to grow sticky, which was making being quick and quiet a bit hard. You needed to get to your suit to help you before anyone could find you.

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Tony woke up with a gasp, immediately trying to sit up. His eyes were frantically looking around as he was quickly pushed down.

“Lay down,” Rhodey ordered. “Keep breathing.” That’s when Tony realized that an oxygen mask was over his mouth and nose. He moved his arm to take off the mask but stopped as an IV pulled against it. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Y/N…” Tony rasped.

“We’re on our way to the Compound. Steve, Bucky, and Sam are trying to come up with a plan.” Rhodey glanced over at the other men before looking back at his friend. “We still haven’t heard anything from the Compound, but I’m sure Y/N’s okay.”

Tony shook his head. “I should be there… I ran to protect her…”

“You couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“Rhodes… if she dies—“

“She will not die. She’s a fighter, more than we all give her credit for.”

~~~

Peaking through the vent grate, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw the gear room. Quietly, you took off the grate and used your webs to lower yourself to the ground. You worked quickly, putting your suit on and grabbing anything that you felt like you could use, despite your lack of knowledge on how to use a lot of it.

You slipped out of the gear room, through the training room, and out into the hallway. The hallway was so silent that it made you nervous. You rounded the corner and kept a gasp from releasing. Wanda was lying across the hallway, unconscious. You rushed toward her to see that there was a large wound on her head that was gushing blood. Swiftly, you pulled her into a nearby room. You cradled her head carefully as you pushed aside some of her hair and used your webs to try to close the wound. You layered your webs up to also slow the bleeding.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered, hoping Wanda could somehow hear you.

Heading back into the hallway, you continued the way that you were headed. Windows and glass walls had been shattered with bullets. Shell casings and glass fragments scattered the floor of the hallways and rooms. It was beginning to surprise you that Wanda hadn’t been killed or kidnapped. Something was off. Turning the next corner, you immediately stopped at the sight of a darkened figure at the end of the hallway.

“Good girl,” the voice made you shiver. “I didn’t even have to do much to find you.” Rumlow began to take slow steps towards you. “It wasn’t that hard to get in here, take over. Poisonous gas took out the perimeter guards. Multiple EMPs and a few cut wires dealt with the technology. It was nice that there were only a few Avengers here.” You began walking backward to keep your distance as much as you could. “I was so glad to hear that you survived our first encounter. I couldn’t wait to get out of that cell to see you again… Too bad Stark isn’t here to witness any of this.”

You booked it down the hall before Rumlow could come any closer to you. Plans were running through your head as you tried to figure out the best plan. Loud footsteps followed after you. Coming to an outside door, you tried to open it, but it was stuck. You hooked a web to the ceiling and swung yourself at the glass door, crashing through it. Thankfully, your new suit protected you from the glass beside your uncovered face, now littered with scratches.

Quickly, you picked yourself off the ground and ran towards the trees. You might have the advantage if you could get to your training area. You just needed to keep running, no matter what.

“Bitch!” Rumlow screamed, still following after you. “Come back here! Let’s have some fun!”

Just before you made it to the tree line, spotlights from above shone down on the area. Both you and Rumlow paused, using an arm to cover your eyes as you looked up.

“Rumlow!” Steve’s voice echoed loudly through the area. “On your knees!”

Rumlow scoffed, throwing his arms back. The bands on his arms suddenly turned into vibranium arm shields. He continued his run towards you as bullets began flying down from the quinjet. You ran into the woods. When you reached the training area, you flung yourself into a tree. You pulled your mask over your face and took a deep breath. You knew that help was here, but you still needed to hold your own until they could get down to you.

“I know you’re there!” Rumlow taunted.

You swung down and kicked him, launching him backward and to the ground. You stood on top of the metal beams as he got back up.

“You’re going to pay for that, girl,” he growled.

You jumped down and kicked him back again. You webbed one of his arms against one of the beams. Rumlow struggled to get free as you webbed up his feet and knees.

“I will—“ You covered his mouth with another web.

“I’m sorry, I missed that,” you taunted. “You will what?”

Rumlow’s free arm swung at you. It took you no time to web his arm up in a painfully awkward position.

“That was hot.”

You spun around at the voice you had longed to hear for weeks. Tony and Rhodey were standing at the edge of the training area. Neither of them had their iron suits on, but there were small guns in their hands. You were relieved to see him, but before you could fully embrace it, you saw Hydra agents coming closer in the woods behind them. You began running at full speed toward them.

“What?” Tony asked, confused and scared. “Oh, what are you mad at me? I get it, but—“

You attached a web to a tree branch above the two men and swung over them. You quickly took down the two Hydra soldiers, using your webs to tie them up to trees.

“Honey?” Tony called once you had finished.

You turned around. “Tony,” you breathed out, your emotions coming to the surface quickly. You wanted to scream and cry. You wanted to hug him and punch him. “You’re back.”

He nodded, taking a step toward you. “Thanks to Natasha.”

You looked away, pulling off your mask. It hurt to know that he came back because of Natasha, not on his own terms. “Where are the others?”

“Taking care of the other Hydra agents,” Rhodey answered. “I’m going to go help them. Let them know to come get Rumlow. It’s good to see you, Y/N.” Then Rhodey jogged off.

“We should probably go help,” you turned to go in the direction of the Compound.

“Y/N, wait,” Tony pleaded. You stood still, not turning back. “I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes to prevent the tears that threatened to spill. “I shouldn’t have left.”

“Why did you?”

“I thought I was failing you. You weren’t feeling safe no matter what I did. I was running out of options.”

“Options?” You spun around. “What are you talking about?”

Tony sighed. “I’m not doing this correctly.” His hand ran down his face. “I used to live in Malibu.”

“What has that to do with anything?”

Tony closed the distance between the two of you. “Just… hear me out, okay?” He carefully took your gloved hands. “Malibu was my safe place. The press didn’t bug me. Villains didn’t stop at my doorstep. Well, until I told the world my address, but that’s not the point—“

“Tony, breathe.”

He paused, taking a deep breath. “I thought that I could build you a house. Something away from all the press and hero nonsense. Somewhere you would feel safe… so I ran to do that. I ran to fix things the only way I knew how… Honey, despite how many I've had, I’m not good with relationships. But I’m trying with you. I should have stayed to talk; I know that. I should have asked your opinions on the house; I know that… I was just trying to fix things.”

“You’re building me a house?”

“Well, more like a mansion—“

“A mansion?!”

“Just to make sure we have all the space we need. For visitors, for maybe down the road, there are kids. We have his and hers labs that have a connecting wall. A training space and a few surprises that I don’t want to—“

You placed a hand over his mouth. “Stop. Breathe. Let me get a few words in, tin man.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded. You put your hand back in his. “But just—“

“Tony.”

“I’ll shut up now.”

You sighed, trying to pull your thoughts together. “I appreciate everything you’ve been doing to make me feel safe. Blocking me from the articles and videos, putting out your own statement, protecting the Compound. Even running away to build a house. You did want you could—did what you knew how to. But my safety isn’t all on you, Tony. I’ve been working with my therapist to learn to help me feel safe, emotionally and mentally. To help me learn what I can control and how I can control it. My safety is on me, Tony. All I needed from you was for you to be by my side. That’s all I need from you. That’s how you can keep me safe by staying with me. I don’t need anything else, tin man, just you.”

“I got so lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.” The two of you laughed as you pulled him in for a hug. “But I did too. I love you so much, tin man.”

Tony smiled before kissing you softly. “I love you more, spidey-girl.” The two of you shared another kiss. “I know you said that all you need is me, but we can keep the new house, right? It’s just that we’ve been working on it by hand, and it seems like a waste—“

You laughed. “Of course, Tony. As long as we can have a small cabin somewhere in the woods.”

“Oh! I love that idea! Maybe we can—“

“Tony, you’re ruining the moment.”

“Right, sorry.”

Tony pulled you in for another kiss. Slowly, he moved the two of you closer to a tree, pinning you against it.

“Have I told you how good you look in this suit?” He whispered against your ear.

You bit your lip to suppress the huge smile that threatened to overtake your face. “You could say it a few more times.”

He nibbled at your ear. “You…” He kissed below your ear. “Look…” Then he kissed your cheek. “So…” The tip of your nose was the next thing to be kissed. “Hot.” Then he captured your lips again. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled you against him.

“Ew!” Bucky shouted. “Get a room, you two!” You laughed as Tony groaned, resting his head against your shoulder. “Just came to get Rumlow. The Compound is secure.”

“Thanks, Buck,” you said. “I’ll help you.”

“Nooo…,” Tony whined.

“We have plenty of time for this later.” You kissed his cheek before heading off.

“But do we? We keep getting interrupted! I just want one night! One!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. Sometimes he could be such a little boy. “I’m calling the hotel! We’re staying there tonight!”

next chapter >

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last-starry-sky · 2 months ago

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kinktober day 7 - against a wall

könig x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 900 words, bilingual reader, my own personal interpretation of König's appearance, NONCON: abuse of power (higher rank than reader), König using his height/size to restrain reader, no actual sex in this one bc my brain is oatmeal.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

You knocked lightly on the colonel’s door, waiting in the empty corridor for an answer. Everyone else had quickly tucked off to bed after dinner, leaving you to wander the halls alone. He’d left it ajar, presumably because he was expecting you.

“Stop by later. Late. Whenever you are free,” he’d said, clarifying. “To talk.”

You didn’t like it, the presumption. It made you question how you should act around your superior (a borrowed one, sure, but rank is rank). Kortac wasn’t a traditional military outfit, so you’d gotten used to some rules being bent or just ignored entirely, but surely it was still frowned upon to walk in an officer’s room uninvited.

When no answer came, you knocked again, announcing yourself this time. You heard the chair creak inside, followed a few moments later by his German-accented voice.

“Come in.”

You pushed the door open, stepping into his room. A smile spread across your face when you caught his eye. Not that it was hard. It was so nice to see him relaxed and without his usual decoration: body armor, weapons, he’d even lost his veil. His massive frame was tipped back, pushing the weight capacity of his rolling chair. He spun himself around, wheels scraping the linoleum from the sheer inertia required to move it. The moment he realized you were really here he perked up, not that he had to make himself look any taller. As he was, the room looked too comically small to contain him.

You were about to let the door fall back to it’s original, slightly open state, before walking farther in, but he stopped you.

“Please,” he said gently. “Close it.”

He must have seen the unease settle between your brow, because he clarified, stumbling over his words.

“Privacy. I’d like- you’d like-” he rambled, before closing his eyes in frustration, huffing in and out a breath before continuing in German, hooded eyes on you still huddled at that door. “It’s better to keep personal conversations as confidential as possible. Especially for people like me.”

You pushed the door closed with a smirk, then sauntered toward his desk.

“I agree,” you responded in German.

A smile wormed back across his mouth as the tension melted from him once again. You took a seat in the chair opposite him. You tried to relax, sitting back, stretching a bit, anything to forget how utilitarian and impersonal everything around you was. It would be so much nicer to visit like this on a regular base, or, better yet, an apartment or house.

Mercenary work was always in demand. Once you were in, the money was hard to turn down, but it was all to make up for the constant shuffle of your personal life. No one ever set down any but the barest roots. You lived out of a duffle bag, the only thing you set out was a laptop, and you were always ready to suit up and ship out. König’s room was no different from yours or any other member of your unit. It made it hard to find a thread of conversation, which was what the poor old soldier in front of you wanted, and it was obvious.

That was the other fact of this life: it was lonely. More so to those picking up a second, third, seventh language in order to communicate. You could always tell who they were. Their speech was always stilted, direct. Go Here. Do That. Yes. No. Ready.

His speech had already grown so much more fluid and relaxed since you started talking.

“I’m so glad you agreed to meet,” he said with sigh, resting his elbows on his desk. You did your best to not stare at his biceps. “It’s been too long since I've spoken my mother-tongue.”

“It’s nice to be of use,” you said with a little shrug, falling into the corner of the uncomfortable plastic chair. “It makes the money spent on my languages degree fell less wasted, anyway.”

“Use?” he questioned, eyebrow quirking the scar that ran up his forehead, disappearing into his hairline.

“Ah, oh. You know . . .” you rambled. Great. Now you were struggling.

His eyes narrowed at you, making a chill run down your spine. You were glad you would never face him on the battlefield because damn, that look alone could kill.

“Are you only here . . .” he said tipping his head to the side like a predator, “because it makes you feel useful?”

Eyes wide, you shook your head in earnest. “No no no no!” you blurted out. “I didn’t mean-”

He stood up, chair popping as it retook it’s original shape. All six plus feet of König’s muscled frame blocked the ceiling light. It threw his face into shadow. You froze in place.

“Get up,” he growled.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You scrambled out of the chair. Apologies in both German and English pouring out of your mouth as you turned away, tripping over the legs of the chair as you barreled toward the door.

König grabbed your arm, wrenching you around before slamming you to the wall. You winced, gritting your teeth against whatever came next.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, eyes clasped shut, as his shadow fell over you.

You heard him chuckle, a sound that made your skin crawl. His hands grabbed at either of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly up the concrete block wall. You shrieked, shuddering as he struggled to fit himself between your splayed legs, his breath huffing hot across your face.

“If you wanted to feel useful, mädchen,” he said rutting his thickening length against the front of your khakis with a smile, “then I have some ideas. Many more ideas.”

#mw2 #könig/reader #könig x reader #starry writes #kinktober 2024 #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #i had plans™️ for this one but my brain is melting sorry #also first time writing for König so i'm nervous #p sure this is at or over 1k but im too tired to recheck lmao

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dwntwn-strnlo · 1 year ago

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GIVING UP matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. part 2 of enchanted! go read part 1 first :)

ALSO the triplets are just drinking water or whatever bc i dont wanna cross boundaries!

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. was it ever really over?

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? kinda (a part 2 was requested by multiple ppl)

↳ 𝐂𝐖! use of y/n, slight angst, alcohol involved party, happy ending, not proofread

"please don't be in love with somebody else . . .

. . . please don't have somebody waiting on you"

enchanted - taylor swift . . . speak now, tv. 2023

your eyes landed on the tall blonde first. he was facing the opposite direction, but you knew immediately who it was. his name quickly bubbled up in your throat, but you shoved it back down as hard as you could. that was your old life, and you're still trying to get over it.

but that small sighting immediately raised red flags in your head. you knew you had to get out of that party as soon as possible. and its not like its the start of the party anyways, its close to 2am. but now that you knew one of them was here, its safe to assume all three of them are here.

"hey, i'm gonna head out," you weakly smile to your friend, a slight edge to your voice. "sorry."

clearly intoxicated, they don't say anything, they just smile and nod.

you turn around quickly, only making it a few feet before your stuck in the crowd again. internally groaning to yourself, you start shoving past people, murmuring quick "sorry"'s, and "excuse me"'s.

standing up on the tips of your toes, you look over peoples heads. trying to see how close you are to the exit.

but the only thing you find is a pair of sweetly loved blue eyes, staring back into yours.

this time you can't keep the name out of your mouth, "matt. . .?" you whisper, his name slipping right past your tongue.

. . . three and a half years ago

"matt. . ." your sentence trailed off, you didn't mean to leave the words like that, but yet you did anyway.

matt sits beside you on the couch, his hands intertwined with yours. "we can make it work, y/n. i can fly out to-"

you shake your head, cutting him off. "matt. . ."

his smile was fading, his once contempt eyes dark. he's been pushing you to go, but begging you to take you with him. never wanting to let go of you and the possible future you could have together.

"c'mon, it can't be that hard!" a sad, pathetic, weak laugh breached his lungs. his eyes clearly holding back tears as he tries to reason with you. "i'm already flying from california to massachusetts, what's one more trip? one more flight? huh? i promise we can figure it out."

. . . present day

it seemed like he had just seen a ghost, and it was latched onto your body from the way he stared at you. his eyes were wide and panicked, and he looked around quickly before landing back on you.

you honestly can't tell if he's scoping out immediate exits, or looking to see if anyone can see what he's about to do. because you definitely don't expect to see him shove past several people to get to where currently stands. right in front of you, close enough to hear your heart pounding.

"y/n," he mumbles. his eyes still wide, clearly surprised with himself in the fact that he just made his way over to you after not speaking to you in years.

"hey," you whisper, suddenly feeling small.

and he's quick to sense your unease. curtesy of being the only person in your life for two years. "you look good," he smiles, still wary of the fact that he's standing right in front of you. basking in your presence once more.

"thank you," i murmur. still in shock that im finally seeing him again.

"how's uh- how's school?" he asks, trying to talk to you, expanding the moment. "you're graduating in a few months, right?"

you laugh. "its awful," you say, running a hand through your hair.

his expression softens, a look of sadness in his eyes. you can't tell if he genuinely feels bad, or if its a look of pity. "oh." he sighs. "i'm sorry to hear that, y/n."

the fact that he called you by his name hit hard. one of the only times he's called you by your name was when you broke up, and it still hurts. nobody can say your name the way he did. and it just tore you up from the inside out.

you stared longingly into his eyes, not sure what to say. you want to say something, but you don't know what.

. . .

"if you want to give up, that's fine. i can make it work if you don't want to anymore. i just can't let go of you so easily." he mumbles, ignoring the fact that he's let several tears fall. "it doesn't have to be we can make this work, it can be i, can make this work."

. . .

"have you given up yet?" he whispered, a small, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his voice is barely audible under the booming trap music above you, but you can pick out what he asked.

you lightly smile, "no."

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mysticmellowlove · 2 years ago

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warnings; yandere behaviour, sub yandere if you squint hard enough, creepy behaviour, mentions of stalking

word count; 810

a/n; i lived bitch

You wouldn't know it but he was so pathetically down bad for you. All of his waking hours were spent making sure you were okay. Hacking into the cameras that were in your shared workplace was nothing to him if he got to see your face at the same time.

The way you made sure to serve every customer with a smile, the way your hands fluttered around their purchases, the way your lips quirked up that little bit when you didn't have to exchange money. He revelled in all of it, his fingers tracing over the static screen in front of him.

His breathing was heaving as he trailed his hand up to his face, feeling the heat basically radiating off of his cheeks. Even though he had his own things to do he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to spend a second away from you.

Despite this, a sharp knock at his door snapped him out of his thoughts. He jumped, his hand going to switch over the cameras to what he was actually supposed to be watching before he went to go answer the door.

His eyes shrunk at the brightness of the fluorescent light coming into his darkened room. You stood there, your hands on your hips as a smile crossed your face.

"Hey, good thing you're not brain-dead yet. How is it looking at these cameras all the time?" You didn't even hesitate to come inside and sit on the chair opposite him, resting your legs on the counter space in front of you.

He didn't have the confidence to say that he was brain-dead, if he only had the chance to give in to his wildest dreams he would only think of you. Seeing you recline so casually in his space made him want to drop to his knees, crawl over and pledge himself to you. Offer himself to you, bend to your will only. You never came in here unless you wanted to complain about another worker but there was only so much he could do.

Especially after he offed the one that dared to flirt with you a few months ago.

"Heh, yeah. I guess I just love my job." And he did, he really did. He got to spend his day looking at you, watching you, taking in all of you. No one would steal from the store while he was watching, they had security at the door for that after all. It left his time wide open and prime for other more important things.

"Love your job? You sit in a dark room for eight hours. How is that 'loving your job'?" You wouldn't understand but he didn't need you to, he didn't even want you to know.

"Some things about it are good, don't have to do much you know?" He muttered, going to sit back on his chair. It creaked with use as he went to turn slightly in your direction. Your leg was so close to his, muscles nearly showing through the stupid dress pants management had you wear. It made him drool, thinking of the possibility that one day you would let him grind his cock into your thigh.

His eyes slid shut as he tried to snap himself out of his vigour.

"I guess." You said, too interested in the panel of controls in front of you to notice that he was starting to breathe heavily. His fingers twitched at his side, you were right there. The smell of the work floor drifted around you in a whirlwind of cologne and perfume. He nearly shuddered at the thought of getting closer.

"You do seem a little far away though. Is something wrong or were you lying before?" You looked at him, your eyes nearly glowing in the darkness of the room.

"I wouldn't lie to you." He hadn't even noticed the amount of reverence in his voice as he looked at you as if you had hung the stars. Your face screwed up a little and a small flicker of something crossed your expression. It was gone before he noticed though, too interested in letting his eyes rove over your arms.

"I'm certain you wouldn't..." You trailed off before giving one large huff, pulling yourself from the chair.

"Well, better get to work before someone notices I'm gone." You waved him off cheerfully. His breath got caught in his throat as you smiled in his direction. This time he didn't flinch when the light came nearly blinded him, he was too busy drinking your form in. Letting it settle into his mind like a drug.

"Maybe we can have drinks sometime?" You threw behind you as you let the door shut, a pleased look on your face.

#sub yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #clingy yandere

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vivalarevolution · 2 years ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓽.𝓘𝓘

Jake Sully x Metkayina Reader x Neytiri

A/N: Noticing how many people liked The Chief’s Daughter and seeing more and more asks about a continuation, I decided to make a second part.

I hope this story will get as much love and attention as the previous one and all of you will enjoy reading it.

Also remember that english is not a language that I use on a daily basis, mistakes may occur. The work contains parts with smut , minors do not interact.

Part 1

She felt so safe. Lying in her beloved's arms, she breathed calmly, rubbing the shells adorning Neytiri's wrist between her fingers. The woman lay on the other side of the man's chest, who held them both close to his body, but it didn't stop her from reaching her other mate.

Despite the relaxation adorning her beautiful face, Y/n was emotionally unbalanced inside, fighting thoughts she was sure she had gotten rid of hours ago.

-I have to go back - she whispered suddenly, looking down.

-You don't have to, my sweet girl - the woman said immediately, joining their hands together - You are our mate, you should stay with us.

-Even if I agree with Neytiri, I know that Y/n is right. We have to let her go - Jake remarked, stroking both women's backs - It's not the right time, not yet.

The girl got up slowly. Looking apologetically at the dark-haired na'vi, she rubbed her cheek as an act of comfort, kissing her sof lips goodbye.

-I'm sorry - she added softly in her direction, repeating what she had done with the man before she got up, leaving both of them alone.

Her steps were slow, almost arduous.

She was lost in the depths of her own mind, wondering why she was doing this to herself, why was she hurting herself instead of soothing her soul and confessing the truth? But with each such question, the brutal truth hit her.

Neytiri and Jake were outsiders, they weren't from here. One wrong decision could've make them disappear from her life, leaving an unbearable void behind.

She would rather suffer in silence than rip her heart out.

-You've been gone for a long time - she heard from her mother at the beginning, when her leg crossed the threshold of her house.

Y/n shifted her gaze to her, but quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, walking to the fabric basket, not even knowing why, but needing something to occupy her hands.

-I had to think - she said, her eyes focusing on one point - Had to be alone.

Ronal turned her blue irises on the eldest of her children, but since her back was turned to her, she couldn't make out much. After a moment, she sighed.

-I understand why you reacted this way - she began cautiously, but it quickly changed into a firm, maternal tone - But the sooner you realize the seriousness of your position, the better - she added, and her daughter tensed at these words.

-I didn't ask for it - she said apathetically - I've done everything you asked me to. I tried so hard, but it will never be enough fo you or father - she noticed with a trace of anger in her voice.

-Y/n, the role of Tsahìk... - her mother began, but the girl quickly stopped her with a single glance.

-I don't want to talk about it, not now - she announced - I'm too tired -she added, getting up from her knees and moving to her part of Marui to avoid another possible argument.

-There's one more thing - she said, stopping her.

The dark-haired girl turned to look expectantly at Ronal, who scanned her carefully before stopping at her eyes, which were almost identical to hers.

-What is it mother? - she asked calmly, not wanting to reveal where she was or what she was doing.

-You spend a surprising amount of time with the Sullys - she observed - I don't trust them.

-We are to teach them our ways. I have to spend time with them to achieve this goal. Besides, you don't know them, you can't make false accusations just becuse it's hard for you to accept them - the young woman said in defense of her secret lovers.

-And you know them? - she asked immediately.

More than you know, Y/n wanted to say but she had to bite her tongue. Dropping her head, she let those words be the last she heard that day, feeling helplessness take over her body.

And she allowed it.

Water had always been something soothing to her, something that brought a smile to her face. No matter that she spent her whole life in it, it was still an endless source of peace for her. But know, know nothing was able to soothe her mind and soul.

-You seem distracted - Jake remarked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

- I'm not - she said immediately, looking back at the man and the animal he was currently on - It's just the solace of water - she explained.

-Are you sure baby girl? - he asked, running his thumb over her knuckles.

-I'm sure - she confirmed, joining their hands together - Don't worry about me, there's no need.

-You're part of me - he said seriously, and she widened her eyes in surprise - I'll always be worried.

Y/n knew Jake's nature, but as those words fell out of his mouth, she couldn't help but let the urge for comfort into her body take over her, calling out to the man in front of her louder with each passing second. But she pushed the urge away bitterly, shutting her feelings back inside, away from the outside world.

-The muscles in your legs are too tight and your arms are too limp - she said after a long time, changing the conversation.

As expected, the man respected her decision, but she knew that once they were away from the unwelcome stares of people around, he would not let go so easily, if at all.

-I'm not used to this - he replied, trying to adjust his posture.

-You were a mighty Toruk Makto - girl noticed - You must have had strength in your body that was able to control such a great creature.

-I was young back then - he said, looking at her composed face.

-And probably less knowledgeable - she announced aptly - Now you are wiser, more experienced - she added, but Jake did not look convinced, despite the passage of so many years he was still learning -Imagine me in the place of a skimwing -she commanded suddenly.

She knew those words caught his attention immediately, judging by the movement of his ears and the way his tail twitched again and again.

-What do you mean? - he asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice that instantly changed the atmosphere around them.

-The way you make love to me - she began, running her hands along her chest - When you hold my hips, taking control of my movements, when you hold me down and your strong legs control the speed and power of your thrusts, how your loins cooperate with the movements of my pelvis - she announced ,touching individual parts of both bodies with her fingertips, trying to create an projection in his head.

Lesson was long forgotten. Jake couldn't get the images out of his head, and Y/n found out when one of his muscular hands lifted her up to jump on the creature he was currently sitting on.

The girl couldn't stop her body from reacting. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her legs clenched involuntarily.

Before the man could have do anything, Y/n jumped away from him as if she burned herself, falling gracefully back into the crystal water. In response, he gave her a questioning look, but the young woman only shook her head slightly.

-I see you, father - she said.

-I see you my daughter - he replied, swimming up to them - What are you doing with Jake Sully? - he asked, looking from the man to the girl.

-I teach - she replied, completely ignoring the avatar near them - He wanted me to help him.

Y/n was a great liar. Changing her tone of voice or facial expression in an instant. Her current attitude was almost identical to his wife's when they first met.

-Your daughter is very talented - Jake interjected, causing both the chief's daughter and the chief himself to turn their heads in his direction.

-Hmm - Tonowari muttered with a slight smile on his face - You can go back my daughter. I'll take it from here - he added.

-Of course, father - she said, stealing one last glance at the yellow-eyed man before disappearing into the water, returning to the shore.

It was close, too close. Closing her eyes, she sighed before moving forward, aimlessly. Involuntarily looking back a few more times, the feeling of Jake's hand still lingered on her turquoise skin, not letting her forget it.

Her legs unconsciously carried her to one of the few places where she could truly breathe, even if it was only for a moment.

Neytiri was alone as always. Stubbornly sticking to her traditions, not allowing anything related to the Metkayin clan near her, spending most of her days in her new home.

Seeing her, Y/n smiled tenderly.

-My Neytiri - she said at the beginning, and the woman in question turned in the direction from which the voice came.

-My sweet girl - she replied, extending her hand towards her.

The chief's daughter grabbed her hand without hesitation, finding her place in the warm arms of her beloved. Her mind immediately calmed down and her heart began to beat slower.

-You feel like home, Tiri - girl whispered after a while, closing her eyes.

She could've spent days in this position, and Neytiri's addictive aura made it harder to deny that statement.

- I'm your home sweet girl, me and my Jake - she replied stroking her long, black locks - You can always come to us, because with us is your place - she added, kissing her forehead tenderly.

-This means a lot to me my Tiri - she whispered, rubbing her face against her cheek.

The woman returned the gesture, rubbing against her now, purring softly.

Touches of their hands were not burning or electrifying, they were more soothing, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on the patches of touched skin. Shortly after their lips also took part in this intimate dance. Both Y/n and Neytiri couldn't stop smiling, giggling softly again and again as their lips parted only to rejoin again in the next second.

-I see you, my Y/n, all of you - the dark-haired woman whispered into her mouth, grabbing her face in her hands.

-I see you, my Neytiri - replied the chief's daughter, joining their foreheads together.

Both women drowned in each other. The world around seemed to cease to exist and only the feeling of piercing eyes staring at both of them made Y/n break away from her mate's full lips, looking around paranoidly.

-It's just me baby girl- Jake muttered, walking slowly towards them.

The man took Y/n's jaw in his large hand, rubbing his thumb gently against the skin on her cheek.

-My Jake - she whispered.

-Go on - he demanded, shifting her head so that her blue irises were focused on Neytiri again.

Girl returned to her mouth, tasting them longingly. When one of the woman's hands slid down to Y/n's hip trying to pull her closer, the girl clung to her body without resist, suddenly moaning loudly. In the corner of her eye, she could see how their mate connects three kurus belonging to both women and himself. Despite the lack of any interaction with him, he still had control over their movements, watching them like a predator watched its prey.

Without moving even an inch, the chief's daughter's lips traveled down Neytiri's body, finding their place between her firm thighs. Feeling the need to please her beloved, she immediately clung to her femininity. Her delicate tongue attacked her folds and a small button that made the woman's throat emit loud sounds of pleasure. This act unconsciously filled her with lust, which was evident on the fabric of her loincloth.

Jake didn't take his eyes off both women even for a moment, but as his nostrils filled with the sweet smell of Y/n's arousal, he growled low and, unable to control himself, he tore off her lower garment, reveling the sight of her dripping womanhood that trembled, inviting him. And when she moaned in response, pushing her hips straight into his face, it was the final straw for him. Grabbing her tight around the waist, he pulled her to his crotch.

-You're always so needy, aren't you babygirl? - he growled, massaging her bum - It's good that I'm so addicted to you. Maybe if I put the baby inside you, you'll calm down a bit, yeah?

She hadn't expected those words to have such an effect on her, but oh they did. Before she could’ve let common sense in, her mouth opened on its own command.

-Yes please ,daddy. I want it so much! - she whimpered, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

Wild, primitive, possessive. It all flooded Sully's mind with such force that his body became working on its own accord.

His member entered her in one brutal motion, filling her to the brim, not even allowing her walls to stretch before he began to pound inside her hard and deep, kissing her cervix.

-Don't forget about mommy, because I won't give you what you want, understood? - he murmured, slapping her firm buttock, which jiggled under the impact of the blow.

-Yes, yes daddy - she gasped, returning to Neytiri's womanhood despite being overwhelmed, licking her labia lazily, but finding it harder and harder to concentrate as Jake used her tight, wet canal in such a rough way.

-You're doing so well , my sweet girl - the woman praised her, stroking her head.

She took these praises very willingly, trying to do even better, but the sounds that left her mouth made it difficult for her, because she kept fighting to let out a scream, replacing it with a loud moan, breaking away from Tiri womanhood again and again.

She tried to calm herself, breathing heavily and closing her eyes.

-What did I say? - the man growled, tugging at her tail.

She squealed at the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain as she went back to satisfying her lover who was as close as she was. Holding her close, Neytiri closed her golden eyes, feeling sudden waves of heat flooding her belly, pleasure filling her body from the top of her head to her fingertips.

Y/n, pleased, licked na’vi sensitive folds gently, collecting the juices that her mate left.

-Good girl - murmured the man behind her - Now you will help daddy, I know you will. Atta girl - he said, holding her hips in a firm grip - I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to feel these walls squeezing me tightly.

-Please...more daddy -she whimpered, trying to match his movements.

-More? - he asked her, grabbing her waist and lifting her body up so that her back brushed against his torso, his member now entering so deep the young woman was convinced it was in her throat - You're a desperate little creature, you know that? Don't worry, I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll be drunk with this feeling and unable to walk for weeks.

Those dirty promises made Y/n come with a silent scream, moaning softly as she felt the heat flood her insides again and again. Jake's seed started to pouring out of her, causing her to tremble at the feeling.

Her lovers brushed their lips over her exhausted body, meeting from time to time in a lazy kiss. Post sex bliss starstrucked them so much , that no one was caring about the world around them.

Something was wrong.

An unknown tension was hanging in the air, making her breathing heavier and her movements slower. And when she got to her home, she knew exactly why.

Her parents were waiting for her, their eyes fixed on her the minute she appeared inside. Scanning her body thoroughly. They made her want to hide in herself, she never felt so exposed.

-Is this true? - her father asked.

-What are you talking about, father? - she asked, not moving from her place.

-Jake Sully and his wife - her mother interjected, trying to keep her anger under control - Is this true, Y/n?

The girl clenched her jaw, trying to control her emotions. She couldn't seem weak, she had to hold her ground, especially now that her secret had been exposed.

-We were mated before Eywa - she replied - It is done.

After saying these words, she thought her mother would murder her with her own hands, she had never seen so much fury in a woman's eyes, so much disappointment.

Her father got up from his seat, approaching her slowly.

-You disappointed me daughter - he said coldly, looking into her eyes.

Y/n stared into his eyes stubbornly and with bitterness in blue irises.

-It's not a surprise, is it? - she asked grimly - In your eyes, I'll never be enough, and I've accepted that.

A shadow of pain appeared in Tonowari's eyes. No matter what Y/N would do, it was still his child. Hearing sadness and surrender in her voice, touched him more than he would like to admit.

-I don't want to see you with them - her mother said suddenly, standing next to her husband.

Y/n didn't budge this time either.

-We are one and will remain one, mother - she declared firmly, emphasizing every word.

-They're not our people Y/n. They are strangers! - announced her mother - They carry the specter of war with them, they are dangerous.

-They fought for their people, and now they are paying for it with their lives, the lives of their children. They don't deserve such a judgment - she barked angrily, her ears twitched and her tail went right and left - You don't know them as I know them. To you, sky people only bring destruction, but it was Jake, the sky person, who brought destruction upon humans. But you can't see past his origin.

-That's enough - Tonowari said, stepping between the two women.

Y/n hissed in annoyance before leaving the home. She had to calm down, but the problem was that stepping out of the marui was enough to fill her eyes with a sea of tears, which she let flow.

She didn't know where to go, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She only knew that she didn't want to be alone, everything that happened was too much for her.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, stopping at a familiar place. Thinking hard about her decision, she slowly moved forward.

You can always come to us, because with us is your place

Neytiri's words echoed in her ears, she shouldn't be afraid, she shouldn't be ashamed. But once inside, she avoided eye contact as if it would set her on fire.

Within seconds, Jake's hand found its place on her smaller body, and when his eyes saw the tears decorating her face, he was ready to murder anyone who dared to bring her to such a state. Neytiri did not hide that she shared her husband's thoughts. Her face reflected exactly what she was feeling.

-You said I could come - she whispered brokenly to the woman.

-Oh my sweet - she said worriedly, stroking her wet cheek.

In a moment of weakness, she couldn't even care about four pairs of eyes watching her as well as the two na'vi standing in front of her. All she needed right now was the warmth that came from her mates.

-Come on, baby girl - the man murmured, leading her to a more secluded spot in their hut.

Y/n allowed herself to be guided, though being here so many times was merely renewing old paths.

Sitting down on the edge of the marui, she let her legs dangle and her toes lightly brushed the water beneath her. She looked pensive, but Sully knew that her pensiveness was no good, because she liked to have a tendency to let the dark thoughts in.

A few minutes passed before the young woman finally spoke up.

-They know - she said.

-It's nothing wrong - he said - We'll get through this...together.

-I just don't understand what's happening - she confessed tiredly -Why it's...why it's all falling apart and why I can't fix it.

-You can't make everything right - he stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear - You don't have that kind of power. You take on more than you can handle.

- I don't want to be a disappointment - she whispered - I don't want to disappoint anyone, and now? Now I feel it. It’s…It’s just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I…It’s just gonna drown me.

Jake pulled her close, hugging her body tightly as if he was trying to hide her from the world, and Y/n instantly clung to him, holding him tight, almost as if he was about to disappear.

And suddenly she felt safe again, at peace. She felt at home.

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oneshotnewbie · 10 months ago

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(Tw, eating disorders)

hiyaa, could you do a fic with NCIS (the whole team or just a few characters) and reader who had been struggling with an ed?? i will leave the details to you xx

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of an eating disorder (anorexia) and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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You sat alone in the darkened kitchen of your apartment. The plate in front of you was empty, the remains of a meager salad that you had tossed around several times. Your gaze was blank as you stared at the plate, as if searching for answers that might be hiding in the dried lettuce leaves.

The last few weeks have been a challenge for you. The relentless cases and high stress levels at NCIS had taken their toll on you. The originally secret battle against the numbers on the scales had long since become an open war that you were waging against yourself.

Your colleagues started to notice your changes. Special Agent Ellie Bishop, your best friend, was one of the first to notice a certain distance in your eyes while you were working on a case. Gibbs, who could read his team's moods like no other, had also picked up on the subtle clues- the tired eyes, the emaciated appearance, and the color that had drained from your face.

After a discussion about the latest case and your lack of sympathy, Ellie and he exchanged worried glances before silently agreeing that it was time to talk to you. Together they decided to bring in Jack Sloane, the team's experienced psychologist and agent.

Just a few hours later, after gathering informally, Gibbs, Ellie, and Jack found themselves in her office. The tension in the air was palpable as they patiently waited for you to walk in the door unsuspectingly. “Sit down, Y/n.” The older man spoke calmly, pointing to the couch opposite.

You hesitated with a questioning and slightly confused look before sitting down. The gazes of your colleagues literally pierced you and made you nervous.

"We're worried about you, sweetheart," Ellie began gently, her arms wrapped around her body as her lower back dug into the blonde's desk. "You seem so different lately and we want to understand what's going on."

Jack eventually continued, bringing out her expertise, enhancing the expression of her words by readjusting her glasses. "There's no reason to walk alone in the dark."

It was hard to miss the tension on your face as you tried to control her emotions. Gibbs looked at you seriously, a hint of concern and sensitivity shining in his eyes. "Y/n, we are your team. If you have problems, you don't have to fight it alone. Talk to us."

"It's nothing. I'm fine." You spoke after listening to your colleagues' words, literally feeling the pressure inside you as a lump formed in your throat. You hesitated for a moment before standing up and abruptly leaving the room without saying another word. The look on your face told the three of them a mix of anger and shame as they realized there was a deeper reason for your change.

The door closed behind you with a muffled bang and Gibbs sighed heavily, keeping his eyes on the closed door. "Damn," he muttered. "She won't let anyone talk to her."

Ellie cast a worried glance in the direction you had just been sitting and furrowed her brow in frustration. "We can't just let her go through this alone. She needs help."

Jack Sloane nodded in agreement, her emotions contained as she considered what to do next with you. "I agree, but she also has to be willing to accept help. We can't force her."

In the next few days the atmosphere in the team remained tense. You tried to appear as normal as possible, but the tension between you, Ellie, and Gibbs was palpable. The usual jokes with Dinozzo, the shared breaks with Ellie and the feeling of togetherness with Gibbs seemed to have faded into the background.

Until the senior agent's team received an urgent mission that required your full attention and teamwork. A suspicious package with a bomb inside appeared in a public building. When you arrived on site, the situation quickly became aggravated by memories of 9/11. The building was evacuated and the team took control of the entire situation.

This effort that brought you back onto the field was actually intended to provide distraction and focus for you. However, the tensions in the team were obvious. You avoided all eye contact with your colleagues, the images of the failed conversation echoing in your head, and the pressure you were trying to hide weighed heavily on you.

While you were concentrating on your tasks, you suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Your heart was pounding fast, the world around you was spinning, and your legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. Your vision blurred. Instinctively you reached for the closest thing possible to hold on to, which at that exact moment was Ellie, but your knees gave way and you sank to the ground next to her. The colors blurred before your eyes and you lost consciousness.

Ellie noticed the suddenly tight grip on her forearm. Gibbs, who was standing right behind you, reacted quickly and caught you before your head hit the paving stone. “Y/n!” He called as he gently laid you on the ground and Ellie called emergency services while Dinozzo and McGee continued to focus on the case. You were pale and breathing shallowly, the older agent trying to wake you up while Ellie looked for signs of acute medical distress and checked your pulse, all while talking to the emergency dispatcher.

Gibbs watched worriedly as you slowly came to. When your eyes opened, they showed a mix of embarrassment and weakness. "What happened?" You mumbled, still dazed.

"We'll sort that out later," he replied calmly, brushing some stray strands of hair that had gotten lost in it out of your face. "Right now we need to make sure you get medical attention."

Even as the paramedics arrived and took care of you, the two exchanged a meaningful look. The events of the last few minutes had exposed a reality that they could no longer ignore and it became clear to everyone that this was not just about the case and the hot summer days that drove everyone into a corner - this was about the well-being of an agent who not only fought against external threats in everyday life, but also against her own demons.

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In the hospital room, surrounded by dim lights and the hum of medical equipment, you sat up straight in bed. Gibbs and Ellie had alerted Jack to come to the hospital, where all three of them gathered around you, each of them with a serious but caring look.

"Y/n, it's time we talk about this," Jack began in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand tentatively running over your still-shaky forearm, skillfully ignoring the intravenous access for medication. "We really care about you. This fainting is a symptom of something bigger. You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

You looked down, fingers folding nervously in your lap. The walls you had so stubbornly built seemed to be crumbling. Gibbs took a step closer to you. His eyes met yours, intense and fatherly at the same time. "You're part of my team, y/n. If you're having trouble, I'm here for you."

Ellie also wanted to join in the conversation, adding something that completely grounded your walls. "We are not only colleagues, but also friends and family. You can trust us. We will help you." You took a deep breath and nodded, a lone, slow tear rolling down your cheeks. "It's not easy for me to talk about it. It feels like I'm losing control."

Gibbs placed a protective hand on your shoulder, letting you know that it was okay to let them in and accept their help. "Sometimes it's okay to let go of control. You are not alone and together we will help you get back on your feet."

"I fell into something that I didn't think I would ever fall into again. An eating disorder that I actually left behind a long time ago," you began to say, many more tears following. Ellie had immediately moved to your side, wrapping you in a big hug to help you tell them everything they needed to know.

The following weeks were characterized by intensive discussions with Jack, supported by professional help from another psychologist outside of working hours. The entire team was there to support you every step of the way, enveloping you in care as they ate with you and brought you small snacks.

Gibbs, who was otherwise known for his strictness, became a protective father figure who lost his strictness on you when it wasn't work related. He constantly reminded you that there was no shame in showing weakness and that you didn't have to fight alone if you suffered a setback for the day.

The team became a supportive unit that not only solved crimes but also looked after each other. Through your courage to defy and confront your own demons, the connection between you all became significantly stronger. Everyone in the family had learned that true strength often came from accepting help and going through the darkness together, rather than isolating yourself and taking the rocky road alone.

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joelswritingmistress · 1 year ago

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Last Halloween: Chapter 27

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Violence Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader You didn't know what Vic's plan was, but there was one thing he got sick of hearing you demand. "Don't hurt him!" Despite the fear for your own safety, you knew that Vic's plan was to lure Joel down to the junkyard. And it would work. You knew he was on his way.

"Why are you doing this?" You scoffed at Vic from where your hands were bound behind the chair you had been forced into. Your eyes were squinted in obvious disgust for the man.

"You should've walked away when you had the chance." He slowly paced toward you and when he grabbed the bottom half of your face you turned your head. Vic physically forced your head back in the opposite direction, leaving a pain in your neck.

You looked him in the eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of any emotion. He would not make you cry. He would not bring your inner anguish. He would get nothing from you.

"You both have ruined my life," Vic hissed through gritted teeth.

You spoke quietly. "You ruined your own life."

"Joel Miller killed my brother. He was a hero in this town. A legend-"

"A legend, a football player," you finished, "I've heard it all before. And finally because of the event on the green last night, everyone knows how full of shit you both are. Legends don't attack people and wrap chains around their necks from behind." You knew you were about to be in for it but you couldn't help it, "Criminals and shitheads do that, and because everyone saw what Johnny *really* did to Joel last Halloween, the legendary facade is over and everyone can see him for the asshole he really was."

Vic glared through you. You knew he was seeing red. His eyes transformed into something then reminded you more of a wild animal than a human being. And before you realized what had happened, your entire body shifted, rocking the chair back onto two legs, as a heated pain shot like a flare through your face.

The ring on Vic's third finger left a mark on your face from the hard backhand he given you that left him with his fists balled and still glaring at you. The force of the slap had been more than you anticipated and for the first time you were afraid that he could just beat you senseless.

Still, you gave him nothing. No reaction aside from a continued glare of your own.

When you heard the sound of car barreling down toward the buildings, you got a lump in your throat. That's when Vic retrieved a roll of duct tape he'd purposely kept handy and roughly pressed a strip across your mouth.

With a grin, he put his finger to his lips. "Don't say anything. We want to surprise him."

Your eyebrows pressed together and you tried to call out for Joel but it was impossible. Muffled cries sat dormant in your throat and you tried to make as much noise as possible in your chair.

When Vic disappeared around the corner of the building, all you could do was wait. Your eyes frantically scanned the darkness and you tried your best to listen to what was going behind where you could see.

Immediately, you recognized the sounds of a scuffle. There was shouting and the uneven movements of shadows. It wasn't going to be a fair fight; and all you could do was sit there and hope for the sake of Joel's life.

He's already broken, you reminded yourself. His face. His ribs.

You screamed into the duct tape as you began blaming yourself. Blaming yourself for going outside to get the firewood. Or being naive enough to think it was safe. For not even thinking twice about the man in the parking lot. You should have put the pieces together, or so you thought now. He had to be the link that led them to know where you were staying with Joel.

When they finally brought Joel around the corner into your line of vision, one man holding each arm and a third by their side, you tried your hardest to wiggle free. You knew you had been right. Halloween was the night that they had planned to seek revenge. You were sure your stunt on the town green didn't help that. For the first time you wondered if it was the right thing to do. You and Joel could have run off together and left the town behind like you had said without showing off the video between Joel and Johnny. Why did you need their approval? Why did you need to prove anything?

Because it's what Joel deserved! You shouted back at your inner voice.

Vic brought Joel within ten feet of where you sat and you could see the anguish on his face.

"Let her go!" Joel shouted.

"You two are fucking echoes of each other, you know that?" Vic said, mocking him now, "Let her go. P-p-please let her go." He nodded to one of his goons, "Mickey, put some tape over his mouth. I can't listen to that shit anymore."

When they managed to duct tape Joel's mouth shut, you screamed against yours again. Joel's eyes burned into yours and you winced as they kicked out the backs of his legs, sending him down to his knees. You could see from the way he fell that his hands were tied behind his back.

Vic got down on one knee beside him and put a hand on his back. "Take a good look at her, Joel." He motioned to you with one finger, "Tonight you're going to feel what I felt for the last year. You're going to know what it feels like to lose someone you love."

Joel slowly turned his head to look at Vic, who was now smirking in his face. Without warning Joel headbutted him hard in the face, making Vic fall back. As satisfying as it was to watch, you knew it was just going to further piss him off.

"Fuck!" Vic shouted, prompting his friend to strike Joel in the side of the head, knocking him down to the ground.

You rocked so hard and furiously in your chair trying to break free that it tipped over sideways, sending a pain up through your right shoulder.

Vic held his nose, wiping blood away from beneath it and then yanked Joel back upright so he was kneeling. He shouted now. "I hope that was worth it," he screamed in his face. "Because now I'm going to make you watch all of the things we're going to do to her."

Your eyes widened and your body went numb when you heard the cocking of a shotgun. Who had it? Your eyes drifted from Vic to Mickey and the third man with them. They all whipped around and Joel attempted to look behind him with little success. And then you saw Ronnie's unmistakable silhouette in the darkness.

"No one's doing anything to anyone," he shouted confidently, pointing the double barrels at Vic. The two goons looked back and forth between one another and then to their leader. Each man had their hands up, but not Vic.

"What're you gunna do, old man?" Vic asked, still grinning, "Kill all of us?"

Ronnie looked him directly in the eyes, a hardened expression on his face. "No, Vic. Just you."

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neoarchipelago · 1 year ago

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Soul Link 2

Remember THIS ??

Here's another part ...

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Since the last time, you couldn't stop thinking about Lieutenant Riley's cat ears and cute tail. You were glad to keep these thoughts in your head because he'd kill you if he'd ever hear you call him cute.

You had tried to act as normal as possible when you saw him, as he eyed you a bit more than usual, trying to see if you had spilled something. You didn't of course. You wouldn't do that to him, you gave him your word.

Focusing on your work when he was around though had become slightly more complicated. Flashbacks of the way his tail wiggled and his ears twitched made you want to smile wide at the stupid ground.

Then Captain Price had asked you to help the Lieutenant with some paperwork. You couldn't say no to the captain. Of course you couldn't. So you walked towards the LT's office after diner, ready to help with said paperwork for a few hours. You stood in front of the door, knocking softly. Behind the door his voice instructed you to walk in.

You stepped inside greeting formally your lieutenant before walking to his desk, where a chair was set in front of it. He motioned for you to sit down. And it was like this that you both started working. It was mostly silent, apart from some conversation on a report that a recruit filled, or what you could potentially write up to the higher ups.

But something was odd. He was... Fidgety. Unsual. After 20 good minutes you dared to ask.

"Sir, is everything alright?" You asked.

He looked up at you, sizing you up for a moment.

"Well. I asked Price to choose you because. Well... You know." He started.

You blinked but nodded. So he had specifically requested you? You wanted to smile but bit your tongue.

"it's... I spend a lot of time hiding. It starts to get uncomfortable if I do it for too long. So. Can I?" He finished.

You probably had stars in your eyes, nodding at him with a soft smile. Boom! The cute tail, the ears... They were back!!

You simply smiled, clearing your throat before turning back to the paper in front of you. Now it was much harder to focus. You kept trying to stare only at the paper in front of you because you just wanted to look up at him.

It took a good 30 more minutes to get used to it and for the both of you to feel comfortable. In fact, the mess of a report in front of you was distracting enough to take your attention away from the twitching ears and the pretty eyes.

You must have looked pretty annoyed because he let out something that resembeled a chuckle.

"That report that bad?" He asked.

"Worse. It's unreadable, a joke and confusing." You mumbled.

You were too focused to see him stand and walk around the desk. Positioning himself above you, hands on either side of you on the desk to brace himself. He started reading the report as well as you kept huffing.

"What does that mean... 'Sike'?" He asked.

"it's slang. 'you thought' or something like that..." You mumbled again.

Silence fell again. You were lost in your reading when suddenly. A vibration. A soft, low vibration. A ... Purr? Your eyes widen. You glanced with the most hidden side eye that you could. It was him!! He could PURR!! He clearly wasn't aware that he was doing it. And you weren't exactly sure what was causing it but you simply wanted to scream.

He caught your eyes the second after. He frowned, looking at your blushed face and your lip caught in your torturous bite. And then it snapped. He realized he was purring. His head snapped forward, down, trying to hide his face as yours snapped away in the opposite direction to stare at the wall.

"shit..." He cursed.

You were trying so hard to refrain yourself from squealing or giggling. You hid your face in your hands before letting it drop softly on the desk, remaining there.

"Oh come on sergeant! Get over it!" He tried to scold.

"Sorry, sorry!" You tried, taking a deep breath.

"Alright. That's enough. Go to bed. See you tomorrow for training." He snapped, walking back to his side of the desk.

You blinked. Was he angry? You didn't mean it. You must have looked sad because he stopped what he was doing when his eyes met yours.

"I'm... Sorry sir. I didn't mean to-" you apologized.

"It's ok. Just... Keep it to yourself." He grumbled in a softer tone.

You relaxed slightly before nodding. You bid him goodnight before walking out.

Simon took a deep breath.

Shit.

This was a tricky situation. Not only you knew, but Simon felt relieved that you did. That he could finally relax fully in the presence of someone. He didn't intend to purr. He truly didn't. The simple act of letting his tail and ears out was enough to relieve the pressure. But, and that he would never say it out loud, you smelt amazing. Sweet. Lovely. And he had stared at that damn report but his mind was in a chokehold over the sweet scent of you, probably out of the shower after diner.

He had purred. He had fucking purred for you.

Simon groaned holding his head in his hands on the desk.

"Fuckin hell..."

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dinogoose · 9 months ago

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how long would you wait for me?

His body grows tense under Eddie’s hands, as he heaves out a sigh, “…I can’t stand Marisol. Which makes me feel terrible because she’s nice and beautiful and just overall perfect-“

Eddie cuts him off, his eyebrows furrowing in complete confusion, “What does Marisol have to do with this?” He asks, his grip still secure on Buck’s shoulders, no matter how hard the blonde tries to shake him.

“God- She’s- I can’t- Ugh!” Buck exclaims, unable to articulate properly due to the emotions racing through him.

“Buck,” Eddie begins placatingly, “what’s been going on with you? You’ve been distant, and now you’re angry with me and… Marisol?” He says the last part as a question which makes Buck huff bitterly.

“I’m not ‘angry’ with you or her- I’m in love with you!”

(or, buck is avoiding eddie.)

Buck hates Marisol.

Okay, well, maybe not hate considering he’s met her a grand total of one time. But, he doesn’t like her. Or maybe the idea of her. (Or maybe he hates that she has Eddie, gets to be with him, kiss him, love him-)

So, he doesn’t like her. Which has possibly, maybe, affected things with Eddie so greatly that they’re now here, screaming in each other's faces.

“What is your problem?”

Maybe he should start from the beginning.

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It had started where things always seemed to start between them, the station’s gym.

Buck was doing his usual routine with the punching bag and Eddie was sitting on the bench nearby, waiting his turn, while occasionally commenting on his form- just to fuck with him.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, one of us has more experience with hitting things.” Buck teases after Eddie’s third comment on his elbow positioning, and Eddie snorts knowing Buck means zero harm.

“Low blow Buckley.” The blond just beams at him before reaching down for his water bottle.

Eddie's phone buzzes from beside him, and Buck watches as the older man picks it up and smiles at whatever is on screen.

“Who’s that?” Buck questions, playfully cocking a brow.

Eddie doesn’t even look up from his phone before responding, “Just Marisol.” He taps away at his phone, responding to her, and Buck melodramatically regrets coming into work today.

“Oh. That’s cool… So things are going well?” He asks, attempting- and failing -to sound like a supportive best friend who isn’t feeling unreasonably jealous. Thankfully Eddie’s too caught up in texting to notice.

“Yeah, they are. We’re going out again tonight.” The smile stays on Eddie’s face as he says this, letting Buck know he needs to remove himself before he does something irrational (like beg on his knees for a chance to prove himself, prove he’s worth loving).

“That’s great man! Let me know if you need someone to hang out with Christopher.” He offers because despite everything his priorities are still in order.

Eddie looks up from his phone finally, “Nah, Carla’s got it covered, but thanks man, you’re a good friend.” Somehow Buck thinks it would’ve hurt less if Eddie had just decked him in the face.

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Buck is possibly, maybe- definitely -avoiding Eddie.

Not on calls of course, because Buck knows better now than to let things like this affect work but at the station when he hears Eddie talking about a certain someone, he might suddenly be needed in the opposite direction.

Or when Eddie calls for a guys' night, Buck has spontaneous plans forcing him to decline, or when Eddie is waiting for him in the locker room to call him out on his behavior he decides he prefers his own shower and just leaves.

Okay, so he’s one hundred percent avoiding him.

Which he knows isn’t fair, not at all. Eddie isn’t doing a single thing wrong by dating Marisol. It’s not his fault Buck’s a coward who couldn’t voice his feelings years ago. It’s not his fault that Buck feels so hopeless and insecure anytime even a whisper of her is brought up.

He was able to handle Ana because at the time his feelings hadn’t been what they are now. Hadn’t grown into this thing that consumes every part of himself.

Because of this, he’s felt the need to put distance between them. Allow himself time to figure out what the hell he’s going to do, because realistically he knows that he can’t keep avoiding Eddie, can’t keep blowing him off out of petty jealousy, especially when the older man has done nothing to deserve it.

Buck promises himself that tomorrow he’ll talk to Eddie and apologize. Tomorrow he’ll find some excuse for why he’s been so weird these past couple of weeks. Tomorrow.

—

His plan gets thrown out the window as Eddie seemingly follows him after their shift.

“I know you’re home!” Eddie yells as he continues to pound on his door.

Buck is standing frozen in the middle of his loft, not having expected a confrontation. But then again, he should’ve, because he knows Eddie and Eddie was always going to call him out on his bullshit.

He goes and answers the door, “Hey-“

Eddie does not give him the courtesy of a greeting, instead shoving past him to stand in the middle of the room.

Eddie spins around to face him, “What is your problem?” He demands, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Buck sighs, shutting the door behind him, as he attempts to think of a good excuse.

“I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress-“

“Really? Stress? Stress that makes you leave rooms when I enter them?” Eddie interrupts, sounding extremely unimpressed.

Buck sighs, knowing he needs to be honest, “I know I’ve been avoiding you, and I’m sorry about that. I just have been dealing with some… things, and I needed to get my head right.”

Eddie steps closer to him, placing his hands over his shoulders, and giving him a light squeeze. “Hey,” He starts softly meeting Buck’s eyes, “you can tell me anything you know that right?”

Buck clenches his eyes shut, attempting to keep his emotions at bay as he considers what he can say that won’t ruin everything they’ve built.

A childish part of him wants to scream out, tell Eddie to leave it alone, because he knows the older man won’t want to hear this. But the rational part of him knows Eddie deserves better (better than him).

His body grows tense under Eddie’s hands, as he heaves out a sigh, “…I can’t stand Marisol. Which makes me feel terrible because she’s nice and beautiful and just overall perfect-“

“God- She’s- I can’t- Ugh!” Buck exclaims, unable to articulate properly due to the emotions racing through him.

“I’m not ‘angry’ with you or her- I’m fucking in love with you!” Buck takes a step back, Eddie’s arms finally dropping, but he isn’t done, “I’ve been in love with you for years. No matter what I did it kept growing, but of course it did because you’re the greatest man I’ve ever met. I don’t know how someone couldn’t fall in love with you.” Buck stubbornly ignores the way his eyes burn with tears, “It was killing me to see her with you, to know you were happy with someone else. And it’s selfish that I’m even telling you this right now because I know you don’t feel the same-“

For the third time in one conversation, Eddie cuts him off.

Lips crashing into his’ stops him from saying another word. The kiss is awkward at first, more of a mashing of mouths than anything else, but then Buck gets with the program tilting his head to give Eddie better access.

A hand comes up to cup his jaw as Eddie presses in closer, the kiss slow, yet no less intense as they move as one.

Buck feels a rush of want go through him as he tries to press even closer to Eddie when he suddenly has a startling thought.

He pushes away, taking a full step back which in turn causes Eddie to sway forward, caught off guard. The older man’s eyebrows scrunch up.

“Eddie, we can’t… What about Marisol?” For a moment a look of bafflement crosses Eddie’s face as though he’s never heard her name before, but then he smiles, stepping forward once more into Buck’s space.

“Buck, I broke up with her a while ago.” The brunette tells him cupping Buck’s face, his thumbs rub soothing circles into his cheeks.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie gives him his patented ‘don’t be stupid Buck’ look, “Oh right because I was avoiding you. But still, why?”

The older man shakes his head as if collecting his thoughts, “Because she wasn’t you. I tried, I really did, but it didn’t matter because the only person I want is you. The only person I… love is you.”

Buck has never felt so happy and so incredibly stupid at once (possibly a lie with his track record). Happy because Eddie loves him, and stupid for avoiding him all this time. Stupid for putting them both through this when there was never a need to.

“I’m so sorry Eds, I got so wrapped up in my head. Like I always do.” He ends with a little self-deprecating jab. Eddie continues to stroke his face, his eyes softer than he’s ever seen.

“I know, and I’ll be right here to knock some sense into you because I love you. You just need to promise me you’ll tell me if something’s wrong, or you’re stuck in your head again, okay?”

Buck nods, he would promise Eddie anything, everything, “Yeah, of course, I promise.”

They come even closer, bodies pressed together, noses touching, “Good.” Eddie tells him, hot air fanning Buck's face.

“Good.” Buck repeats back to him before slotting their mouths together once more. A perfect fit.

(i hope you enjoyed! this is me dipping my toes back into writing so sorry that I’m very rusty. thank you for reading. also posted on my ao3)

#buddie #buddie fic #911 show #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tv: 911 #911 fic #911 abc #buck x eddie #light angst #911 fanfic

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