#mary ann x female reader

[xxmarziexx]

》ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ《

Mary Ann x fem!reader

»────◦•✗•◦────«

Song: Friday I'm in Love - The Cure Summary: After the events of the failed Pet Wash, Mary Ann gets slightly jealous and R reminisces. Warnings: fem!reader, green-dyed pets, Mary Ann being jealous, adorable, fluffy, no animals were harmed in the making of this one-shot (green dye), is much more different than I had imagined in my mind Requested by: Requested Words: 3.8k

»──── ◦•✗•◦────«

»────◦•✗•◦────«

It was green.

Everywhere your eyes landed as you seemed to turn in a full circle as if in slow motion, was green. You had no clue how they managed to turn Princess Flufferina green or how they did the same to the dog, rabbit, pig and bird but they had all become the vivid colour of green, their colours or lack thereof being completely blended into green.

You looked down at Princess Flufferina in your arms, your eyebrows furrowed. You could've sworn, bet your life on it that she had been a beautiful snow white only a moment ago. You were certain that she hadn't had a speck of colour on her fur, besides the small particles of dirt. You took a moment to glance towards Mary Ann, who had now begun leaning backwards on her heels, looking anywhere but at you. Alfalfa doing the same when your eyes landed on him, but unlike Mary Ann, he had been covered in the dye himself.

The silence was almost deafening as you looked back down at the now green cat, "I was gone for five minutes, how did this happen?" Your glare made its way to Spanky as your index finger now pointed in his direction, your voice coming out sharp, "What did you do?"

Spanky glanced behind him, before pointing towards himself as his eyes returned to yours, "Me?" Spanky's voice squeaked as he lifted his hands in surrender, the hands that were conveniently covered entirely in the evidence, "What makes you think it was me?" You raised an eyebrow at the vivid colour that seemed to stain his hands, causing him to quickly put them behind his back as he smiled innocently, before his eyes settled onto Mary Ann, his face now that of a pleading child.

You were quick to deposit Princess Flufferina into Mary Ann's arms, pointing towards all the animals in the garage's proximity, "Now I ask again Spanky," you glare at the boy fiercely, "What did you do?"

The boy looked away his voice becoming small, "Someone, and I'm not naming names, may have added green dye instead of soap."

"Would that someone happen to be... Oh, I don't know," You stalked closer, pretending to think of the matter, as you tapped your chin before you crossed your arms completely, a glare still adorning your face, "You?"

"Maybe..." Spanky avoided eye contact, afraid of being turned into stone from the fierce glare he was receiving, before squeaking out, "Yes."

You had always been the oldest rascal, having been a year older than the others since you had started school a year later than all the other kids. Your first ever friend had been Mary Ann, who had despite your usual standoffish personality, continued her endeavour to be your friend, which in terms made you closer with the rest of the rascals who were all too happy to have another rascal in their midst, even if you were a bit bossy at times.

Spanky closed his eyes at your potential rath, Alfalfa taking a step back. You had always felt the need to be the responsible one in the group, especially when it came to ideas presented by Spanky, most of his ideas seemingly ending in trouble, the kind that you always had to fix.

You glanced at Mary Ann, who was petting the cat in her arms, causing you to sigh softly, your eyes returning to the slightly frightened boy. "Firestar better not have a speck of green on his orange fur Spanky or so help me god," Your eyes narrowed, "Now where is he?"

The cat purred as it made its way up to you. You were quick to gently pick him up observing every inch of his orange fur for any green dye, before sighing in relief, which in terms made Spanky reciprocate the action. The orange cat snuggling closer into your arms, as your hold seemed to slacken, "See he's perfectly fine," Spanky inputted as he cleared his throat.

You glared at him slightly, your glare less deadly than before, now that you knew Firestar hadn't suffered from Spanky's obviously failed pet wash. "You got lucky," you shook your head in disapproval, "If there had been a speck of green on him, I would've had no problem making you disappear.", You rolled your eyes when he seemed to gulp fearfully, "You better take responsibility for all of this, because I certainly had nothing to do with it."

Spanky relaxed as he sighed heavily, "Fine." Pouting but also relieved he didn't get the whole lecture that he usually got when he did anything wrong, which happened most of the time. He never minded your bossy attitude, even if he never told you so, it kept him grounded, especially when all he did was make stupid choices, that usually got the other rascals into trouble. He liked the fact that even though you knew they were going to lead to nothing but chaos, you would still follow, even if he had a feeling it was only because Mary Ann was involved.

You gently placed Firestar on the ground, the ginger cat prancing directly towards Mary Ann as she continued to pet Princess Flufferina. It was a sight you liked seeing, the way the orange cat never seemed to go to anyone else, your lips twitching in what appeared to be a smile.

Mary Ann seemed to relax at that, as you patted Spanky's shoulder softly before making your way over to her, her dimples showing as she smiled at you. You stuck out a hand as you closed the distance, poking one of her cheeks, the temptation to touch one of her dimples becoming too much, the giggle you elicited from her being all too worth it.

"It's time to face the music," you said as you bent down to stroke Firestar's fur, as the orange cat began to purr. You looked back towards Spanky as you spoke, the boy digging his shoes into the ground, with his arms crossed and a frown on his face. "The worst thing they'll do is most likely ask for their money back." You gave a reassuring smile.

Spanky groaned at that, "There goes the money for Grandma's bakery."

You smiled sadly in return, "Don't beat yourself up," You sighed, feeling a warm hand begin to stroke your hair as you made to get up, only to meet Mary Ann's eyes, "I have faith we will find a way to save it." You smiled softly at the girl.

Mary Ann smiled in return as she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, "I have faith in us also." Your cheeks heated up at the gesture, the dimples of her smile making your cheeks heat up even more.

»────◦•✗•◦────«

The pet owners were most definitely not satisfied with the new makeover their pets had received. You witnessed it from your position inside the house, your back leaning against the closed door, each kid walking up and getting their now green animal. Mary Ann stood directly beside you, Princess Flufferina still in her arms purring softly, Firestar was rubbing his orange fur directly against your left leg, repeating the process again and again as he purred. Alfalfa and Spanky were in complete panic as they occupied the makeshift counter of their 'business'.

"Come back," Spanky begged as he looked around at the abundance of unsatisfied customers making their departure, "If you don't like green, we can make them any colour you want."

"I don't they wanted them dyed at all..." You grumbled, receiving a slight elbow to the ribs from Mary Ann causing you to wince and rub the spot she had elbowed softly.

Darla had finally made her way to the stand, looking directly at Alfalfa in exasperation "Alfalfa," the boy's eyes widened at his obvious crush, "What happened to you?"

"Oh, just been working hard," his voice trembled in slight panic and nervousness.

Darla smiled with a pep in her step as she looked at the two boys, "I'm here to pick up Princess Flufferina, is she ready?"

"Ehhh, sure..." Alfalfa replied, sharing a look with Spanky as he panicked, before his eyes returned to hers, "And wait until you see her exciting new look."

Darla's smile immediately dropped as wariness took over her features, "What new look."

You took a deep breath as you stopped leaning your back on the door, reaching for the handle, "She's going to have a heart attack," You quickly tugged softly on one of Mary Ann's braids as you gave a nervous smile, "Prepare your ears."

"Let's hope it isn't that bad," Mary Ann whispered, reciprocating your nervous smile in reassurance. You twisted the door handle, pulling the door open for Mary Ann, allowing her to step out first, Firestar following suit as you walked out the door next. "Here you go, one Princess Flufferoni," You felt it coming before it even happened as you covered Mary Ann's ears, as Darla looked at her cat in complete shock, screaming at the top of her lungs; loud enough to make yours and potentially everyone in the proximity of the neighbourhoods, eardrums nearly burst at the octave you thought was impossible for any human to go.

You rubbed your face before chuckling nervously as her scream finally finished, your hands detached from their place against Mary Ann's ears, "It isn't that bad."

"Isn't that bad?!" she yelled exasperated, motioning towards the cat, "She's green!"

You grinned in mock confidence, "Yeah, but doesn't that just make her unique?" you tried to convince, leaning forward with an elbow on the counter you had found yourself against, "I mean who else can say they have a green cat?"

Spanky nodded his head, "Yep and it's all thanks to me" he smiled as he observed Darla who was now looking at him, "Doesn't she look good?"

Your eyes turned sharp in an instant as they landed on him, "Spanky," your voice coming out low, "That isn't what I meant when I said take responsibility."

"Fine." He pouted, crossing his arms sulkily.

"As I was saying," you put your focus back onto Darla, your grin returning, "Imagine how jealous your friends will be when they see you have a green cat, and they don't." You scratched behind Princess Flufferina's ears softly before lifting her out of Mary Ann's arms, who seemed to be reluctant to give her to you as she seemed to be slightly glaring at Darla, Firestar seeming to do the same thing as Mary Ann bent down to pick him up now that her arms had become free.

"You might be right," Darla was deep in thought as she observed her cat.

"Not might, I am," You pushed forward, handing the cat back carefully, the grin never leaving your face as you tried to convince her, "They're all going to want a green cat for themselves after they see Princess Flufferina."

Darla nodded her head, a bright smile now taking over her face, "You're right," she rubbed the cat's green fur, her eyes shining now that they met yours again, "Thank you, Y/N" She leaned forward and placed a kiss on your cheek as she smiled. You heard a slight hiss in the background, as your cheeks heated up. It didn't help that Mary Ann was the only person to ever kiss you on the cheek. "I'll definitely come back soon." Darla batted her eyes at you.

You felt yourself be pulled back roughly, the hand on your arm sending a shiver down your spine, only for your eyes to meet the glare of Mary Ann as you seemed to turn. Her glare hadn't been directed at you, but Darla whose eyes looked at the hand on your arm, meeting Mary Ann's glare with one of her own. You would've called Mary Ann's glare adorable if it hadn't been for the palpable tension in the area. "Or don't come back at all."

The hold on your arm stopped you from stepping back from the tension emitting off the two girls, Darla's smile turning sickeningly sweet, "I bet Y/N would like me to come back," she turned back to batting her eyelashes at you, "Wouldn't you?"

You looked between them both with a gulp, "I-"

The hand on your arm moving down to your hand squeezing it stopped your words. Mary Ann seemed to step forward in front of you as Darla and she squared off. "There really isn't any point," Firestar was being held in only one of Mary Ann's arms at this point as if he was also a part of the battle, with what looked like a scowl on his own face, as he hissed towards the other girl. "She'll be too busy to even talk with you." The devilish smile took over her face as she spoke.

Darla scowled at that, Alfalfa and Spanky backing away from the group, not wanting to be in the middle. "I think she can speak for herself," Darla's glare turned deadly, and her attention moved back towards you as she smiled, "Can't you Y/N?"

You cleared your throat, "She's right though, Darla," you scratched the back of your neck with your unoccupied hand, "I usually am busy running errands and making sure things go right."

Darla pouted at that, "Well that's a shame," she then thought for a moment, "Maybe we can hang out by ourselves another time then".

Mary Ann's hand tightened around yours as she gritted her teeth, "I'm sure Alfalfa is free to hang out with you," she then looked towards the boy in question, "Isn't that, right?"

He chuckled nervously at that, "Yeah, of course" he blushed, "I'm always free."

Darla reluctantly agreed with a roll of her eyes, before seeming to storm off with Princess Flufferina in her arms.

"Not even a goodbye, how rude" Spanky grumbled.

You raised an eyebrow, "You did kind of turn her cat green."

Spanky let out an exaggerated sigh, "What are we going to do"

"You mean about Grandma's bakery?" You frowned.

Spanky seemed to reciprocate the expression, "Yeah."

You knew how he felt, being as upset as the rest of them when it came to Grandma potentially losing the bakery. So you did the only thing you thought to do, you smiled softly, "We'll figure it out," you then paused, "Just no more green pets."

Spanky nodded his head, Mary Ann started to lean her head on your shoulder, and Firestar curled up in her free arm as she stood next to you. "We can figure it out in the treehouse later."

Spanky rose a brow at Mary Ann, "Why not now?"

"I think I've seen enough green today, and Alfalfa is covered in it" You grimaced as you motioned towards the boy who still had green dye all over him.

Mary Ann began pulling you towards her home, as you said goodbye to the other rascals. "You're sleeping over tonight remember?"

You chuckled as you smiled the bright smile that was only reserved for her. "How could I forget?" You let her pull, following her lead every step of the way. You hadn't noticed when Firestar had been let down, as he seemed to follow the both of you. You did notice when she seemed to use her now free hand to wipe your cheek with concentration, receiving a smile from you.

»────◦•✗•◦────«

You looked around Mary Ann's room, the orange cat making himself at home on her bed, curling up comfortably. It hadn't been the first time you had been here, sleepovers remaining a constant action in your friendship with her.

Your fingers seemed to trail across the abundance of plush toys that seemed to litter the head of the bed, your eyes catching on to one in particular. Your fingers brushed it, before grabbing a hold of the small polar bear.

It still looked brand new even though you had won it for her a few years ago. You remembered the day like it was yesterday, it was the day that you had made her smile, a smile so beautiful that it would forever cloud your mind.

"I'm never going to win this," Mary Ann grumbled sulkily as she tried the claw machine again, tongue poking out slightly, the arcade they were in already bustling with the sound of people playing other games.

You stood beside her, watching as she tried and failed to capture the polar bear plush that seemed to escape her grasp. "Don't say that," you smiled softly at her, "my mamma always tells me that I should never give up, and that if I wish for something hard enough. Then I'll be able to catch it."

Mary Ann smiled slightly, "Does your mom actually believe that?"

"I mean, I don't think she would've told me it if she didn't" You scratch the back of your neck nervously.

She laughed softly, before going back to the machine and putting another quarter into it, before having another go. It was so close, the way the claw captured its target. Mary Ann's eyes brightened as it slowly came towards the exit, before it dropped back into the pile of other plush toys, leaving her to groan.

Mary Ann pouted, "This is stupid".

You just stood there watching and supporting her as she used quarter after quarter to try to win the polar bear. By her last quarter, it had already hit the afternoon, having been there since morning trying to capture the plush that you assumed just didn't want to be caught.

It was already time for her parents to arrive and pick her up, so instead of leaving with the bear, she left sad and with a dejected look on her face as she sighed, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she left with them.

A look of determination seemed to take over your features as you pulled out your allowance and put a quarter into the machine. You spent hours, trying and failing to get the plush, you knew that these machines were rigged, it felt almost impossible. It didn't deter you as you prayed upon your final quarter.

It popped into the machine with a 'clang', your hand shaking as you placed it on the joystick. You took a deep breath to calm your shaking nerves. The claw began to move as you tried getting it into the perfect position, it was in slow motion as you pressed the button and the claw began descending, capturing its target in what seemed to be a loose grip.

The polar bear shook in the claw's clutches, seemingly on the verge of falling, your heart was in your throat as you watched it slowly make its way to the exit point. Your breath had caught, the claw getting ever so close. The plush dropped.

You were on the verge of screaming in happiness, tears welling up in your eyes as you grabbed the plush from the prize flap. You hugged it close to you, ecstatic that after hours you had finally caught it. You were grinning like a complete idiot as you waited for your parents to finally arrive.

Rain was pelting outside as you held the plush under your jacket. Your smile didn't seem to drop as you hopped into the car making sure to hold the Polar bear incredibly close as you asked if your parents could drive you to Mary Ann's quickly. It took a little convincing as you explained that you just wanted to give her the plush as soon as you could.

It didn't take long, her home came into view as you got out of the car quickly, running out to knock on the front door. It wasn't Mary Ann who opened the door though, it was her mother, your mother who had caught up behind you and was quick to apologise.

You waited as Mary Ann's mother let you both in and out of the rain, your smile grew bigger as you caught sight of her, a look of confusion on her face as she saw you there and not understanding why you had been grinning so big, but it had felt infectious as a smile seemed to take over her face too as she ran and hugged you.

"I got you something" You pulled away from the hug.

She smiled in confusion, "What?"

You pulled the plush out from your slightly soaked jacket, presenting the polar bear to her. You watched her reaction closely, as tears of happiness seemed to begin forming in her eyes. "Think of it as an early birthday present" your voice shook nervously.

"You got this for me?" the dimples came out as her grin grew bigger.

"I don't like seeing you sad," you expressed as you pushed the polar bear into her arms, "It makes me sad".

"I wasn't sad" Mary Ann mumbled, rolling her eyes as you raised an eyebrow at her.

You watched as she examined the polar bear closely, before tackling you to the ground with a laugh as if she didn't mind the fact that you had been previously soaked by the rain. But you didn't seem to mind either as you looked up, it was the smile that you had hoped for, how the dimples were almost so pokable, you loved that smile. It was the brightest smile you had ever seen, and to you it was beautiful.

You heard the door open as you looked up at Mary Ann coming back into the room, "Do you think my mamma was right?"

Mary Ann tilted her head in question, "About what?"

"That if I wish for something hard enough, that I'll be able to catch it." You questioned with a small smile.

"I think it depends on what you want to catch," she replied with a smile of her own.

You smiled as if you had a secret, an answer to that question as you stared at her dimply smile. The one that if you could, you would capture it, because it was beautiful and one you hoped you could watch forever. And so, you wished and hoped that maybe one day you could. Capture it in a moment and keep it forever close. You hoped that the smile she presented to you would forever be reserved only for you.

You watched her as she petted Firestar gently, the ginger cat purring and melting into her hand, a sight that you had always enjoyed. Your eyes shone brightly as they admired the girl.

"I think I've already caught it."

»──── ◦•✗•◦────«

Jamie Speaks:

Mary Ann is just the cutest.

[hardlyinteresting]

Personal

Aaron Hotchner x reader

A case hits a little too close to home for the reader. Hotch makes sure she knows she not alone even as they struggle to decide if they're colleagues, friends, or something more.

Warnings: female reader, (I've given her the nickname Sweets), No physical description of reader, mildly graphic descriptions of injuries, cannon-compliant themes of violence, themes of past domestic violence, mild hurt/comfort, I am not a profiler so there are likely mistakes in the profile (please let me know if there are any warnings you'd like me to add. Aaron Hotchner Masterlist | Send Requests

Word count: 3.2K

"Hope is a gift. You can't choose to have it. To believe and yet to have no hope is to thirst beside a fountain" Ann-Marie MacDonald

The case comes in early in the morning. Aaron has hardly managed a sip of his coffee when the phone rings with a call from a local P.D. in Aberdeen, Virginia. It's urgent. It always is. He cannot begrudge the haste with which his job forces him to chug down the scalding liquid in his mug as he calls upon Garcia to prep the relevant files for the case. It's not the first time, and it certainly won't be the last. Sufficiently caffeinated (albeit with a burnt tongue), and briefed on the case, Hotch calls the team to meet him in the conference room. 

His colleagues seem to be in good spirits today. With a passing glance around the room Hotch silently completes a behavioural checklist for each of them in his mind. No one on the team seems over-exhausted, overtly anxious, or withdrawn. They chat amongst themselves, teasing and joking like siblings as they wait for him to settle into the remaining seat at the table. He nods at Penelope, “Garcia, let's get started”. With a quick “yes, sir,” she presses a button on the remote to begin the briefing. 

This morning the police in Aberdeen discovered the body of a woman left propped up against the wall outside a local medical clinic. Abigail Lawson. 27 years old. She had been badly beaten. A single stab wound. No sign of sexual assault. 

“Cause of death?” Prentiss asks. 

“Blunt force trauma to the head,” Garcia supplies the response. 

“And she's the first?” Morgan follows up. 

“Two weeks ago Stella Amos, twenty-five,  was admitted to hospital with similar injuries. She passed away two hours later. A punctured lung”. 

The photographs of the injuries are disturbing. After years on the job, the images never seem to get less brutal. A chill travels down his spine as he looks over the extent of the wounds on both of the women. A hush falls over the room as everyone else takes a moment to swallow down their own shock and compartmentalize their feelings of disgust. They train themselves, scanning the photographs and notes for the facts they can work with in hopes of saving anyone else from meeting the same fate. 

“No stab wound. Are we sure these cases are connected?” Reid surveys the provided facts one more time.

“Similar age, hair colour. They were from the same neighbourhood. Steady jobs,” Rossi lists, “there's a pattern in victimology to be sure”.

“They could be unconnected acts of domestic violence,” Morgan posits before continuing, “but leaving these women at medical centres is unique. Could be remorse”.

“A man who beats women within an inch of their lives before dropping them off for medical attention. It's a big risk. Knowing they might survive to identify him”.

Hotch nods at the assessment. He had followed the same thought process himself when he got the call. 

“Maybe he's banking on them being too afraid to talk if they do pull through,” another voice in the room speaks up for the first time this morning. Sweets, the team calls her. An affectionate nickname that’s stuck since her first week on the team. “the stabbing is an escalation and these are high-risk victims. This UNSUB isn't worried about getting caught. These attacks are personal to him somehow”. It's an important assertion, and something they'll need to consider as they build and expand their working profile. 

He's glad to hear Sweets adding to the conversation. She's never been shy when contributing to the team's brainstorms, and he had begun to worry when it had taken her so long to speak up. He doesn't miss the wobble in her tone, or the way she now avoids eye contact. She’s a valuable team member, and despite being the most recent addition she’s settled herself flawlessly over the last year. Aaron is well aware of the poor retention rate for new team members in the BAU and has continued to be impressed by her ability to hang on to her brand of optimism and take their most difficult cases in stride. She’s worked hard to see the best in people, and unsurprisingly endeared herself to those around her; himself included. 

At first, Hotch had been grateful for her unique perspective from her experience working for victim services. Then, he grew to appreciate her attention to detail, and the way his piles of paperwork seemed smaller and smaller at the end of each week. She quickly became a friend and a confidant after long nights in the office, and the field. Now, their relationship lies in limbo somewhere between friends and something more. 

Lately, the tugging at his heartstrings has grown nearly painful. All the old cliches leave his heart racing and he feels like a teenager whenever her hand brushes against his own. A night out with the team had ended with her curled up in his bed the next morning, and he’s been a goner ever since. It's been weeks, she hasn’t mentioned it, so neither has he. The guise of professionalism makes it easy to shove down his insecurities, and recurring fears; his age; his scars, physical and metaphorical; the weight of his career; he pushes them to the back of his mind. He does not dare to hope. He does not allow himself to consider the reasons why she might want to keep him at arm's length. It hurts less that way. “Whatever the case we've got a week before he strikes again,” Hotch confirms, his mind focused on the case, “we should head out”.

It’s August, and the sun is nearly blinding; the heat and humidity are intolerable, but nobody complains as they split up between the most recent crime scene, the morgue, and the precinct. Hotch would never admit it, but he’s glad when the woman who occupies half his thoughts volunteers to head to the station with JJ. Not for his peace of mind, but hers. Driving into the town he had seen her hands fidgeting in the back seat of the Suburban. Something about this case is already weighing on her, and he doubts the discomfort of the summer calefaction will be much help. He tries not to think about it any more than that. 

The crime scene doesn’t tell them much more than they already knew. There’s no security footage to help them identify the UNSUB. But, the way he leans the victims to sit against the way rather than just dumping them shows some kind of warped sense of concern for their well-being. The women are likely substitutes for someone else. He was likely raised in a violent home. He can only hope that the rest of the team has managed to learn more. 

Sweets is glad that the station had the forethought to move a coffee maker into the room they’ve set up for the BAU team to work out of. In her short time on the team, she’s learned how essential caffeine is to the function of herself and her teammates. Not enjoying coffee is not an option. Cream and sugar make it tolerable to those who despise the bitter taste. As she preps her second cup of the day she watches Spencer dump 4 packets of sugar into his mug. Whatever gets you through the case. She reminds herself. 

“Defensive wounds on her arms, but her manicure wasn't chipped. There was no blood or skin under her fingernails. No bruising on her knuckles,” Morgan shares what he and Rossi learned at the morgue, “She held her arms up to protect herself, but she didn't fight back. She didn't scratch, claw, or punch her assailant”. 

“She probably knew him then,” Prentiss says, “He’s not sneaking up on these women. But, he has the advantage and control required to attack them head-on”. 

The profile continues to build and Sweets pulls further in on herself. The personal nature of the attacks leaves her nauseous. Flickers of memories she’s fought hard to forget flash behind her eyes, but she forces herself to stay in the room. Reign it in, she wills herself. Without looking across the room she knows Aaron’s eyes are on her. Her cheeks warm though she can’t be sure if it’s his gaze or her anxiety to blame. She tries not to read into it, not wanting to feel too self-important. It’s his job to watch everyone on the team, she knows that. It doesn’t mean anything, she reminds herself the same way she has since she woke up next to him all those weeks ago. She doesn't want attention because she slept with him, and she'd be silly to think it meant anything to him anyway. It's easier to ignore it. He hasn't mentioned it, so she hasn't either.

Despite her best efforts, she does like him. More than she should. Normally, the attention would leave her with butterflies fluttering in her chest, like a schoolgirl with a crush. But today, she feels too seen, too exposed. she focuses her attention on controlling the unwanted emotions this case continues to dredge up. Aaron has seen her undressed, he’s seen her let down her walls and crack jokes. He knows her better than the rest of the team, but this is not a side of her he needs to see. 

 Under the table she plants her feet, pressing the soles of her boots hard against the linoleum. She reminds herself who she’s with and why she’s here. When she’s able to breathe without gagging she speaks up, “If it looks like domestic violence maybe that’s exactly what it is”.  Hotch’s head tilts up, his eyes moving off of the files he’s been pretending to read for the hundredth time, “What do you mean?”

“This morning Morgan said these murders looked like cases of DV. Maybe that’s exactly what this is. We know he had some kind of relationship with the victims-- maybe they were dating him,” Sweets holds her breath waiting for a response.

“It would help to explain the gaps in our profile-- Prentiss, call Garcia and have her look into any recent purchases by the victims. New clothes, new shoes, restaurants, anything that might suggest they’ve been dating,” Hotch instructs, “Sweets, you and JJ should speak to their friends and family; ask if they’ve mentioned anyone new in their lives”. 

Like with any case, she hopes her insight helps, that her perspective and thinking might get them one step closer to finding the UNSUB before anyone else gets hurt; and that they might be able to bring closure to the families of the victims. 

She's learned that personal experience can help as much as it can hinder. Seeing things from an angle that no one else can is certainly an advantage, but it doesn't make it easy to live with either. But, her stomach churns. His face. His touch. The bruises he left behind. She tries to remember she has nothing to be ashamed of. She has nothing to hide. It's no secret everyone on the team struggles with different types of cases, JJ has always found it difficult working cases involving children, and Hotch becomes snappier when they're searching for family annihilators. 

She can feel Aaron's eyes on her again. She prays the twisting in her gut and the scratching in her mind are worth it. 

The next morning begins with news of a third victim. A Jane Doe was found outside the fire station. Aged between 22 and 25. Beaten beyond any kind of recognition. The M.E. will have to try to use dental records to ID her. 

The crime scene photographs are a gruesome addition to the already horrific crime board in the conference room. “It would take an incredible amount of rage and power to beat someone to death like this,” Rossi points out. 

Hotch’s fingers buzz. His usual ground method of rubbing his thumb and forefinger together isn't working. He clenches and unclenches his fist willing the memory of bone cracking, and blood splattering beneath his knuckles away. He hates that even years after his death George Foyet continues to find new ways to sink his teeth in; the mere memory of him is enough to leave bile rising in the back of Aaron's throat. 

Their profile is ready. A white male, mid 20s to early 30s. Traditionally attractive. He's well-groomed and takes pride in his appearance. He more than likely works in an office setting. At work, his desk is neat and well-organized. He does everything by the book. He aspires to a role above his own and will talk about it often. In his eyes, he's overworked and under-appreciated; but, in reality, it's his quick temper and outward frustration that have kept him in his menial role. He may be flirtatious towards the women around him but likely won't pay them any attention when it comes to business matters. As a child he would have grown up in a working-class household, and more than likely faced abuse at the hands of his father. As a teenager, he learned to place blame on his mother for this abuse and began looking down on her the same way his father did. But no amount of hatred could ever win him his father's attention. This made him hate his mother more and allowed his misogynistic views to solidify in adulthood. He will have a history of violence throughout school and early adulthood, and more than likely charges for battery or assault. 

A call from Garcia confirms that the first and second victims both had paid for dinners at restaurants within the same two-block stretch despite living and working on opposite sides of town. Their cards had been used at the restaurants only 25 minutes before their attacks. 

“And he didn’t pay for their dinners either. Chivalry really is dead,” Prentiss dismisses. Predictably, their collective disdain for the UNSUB continues to grow as they learn more about him. Penelope manages to rustle up security footage from one of the restaurants, she's unable to get a facial ID on the man leaving with the first victim but promises to search for other footage from the area and call back when she has a new lead. One step closer, Hotch reminds himself. 

Twenty minutes later word from the M.E. Office arrives. A positive ID on Jane Doe. Grace McKinney, 24. Aaron watches as Sweets pins a photograph of Grace to the victims' board. Her hands shake as she takes a step back, and then she's rushing out of the room before he can ask if she's alright. 

His body feels lead-heavy, his limbs so hebetudinous that he’d swear he was melting into the floor if it weren’t for his feet carrying him out of the room without instruction. Sweets is doubled over in the alleyway behind the station, remnants of her breakfast splashed across the ground. She has nothing left to bring up, but still she dry heaves as if trying to expel more than the contents of her stomach. He knows the feeling. 

“Sweets?” his voice starles her, and Hotch is quick to hold his hands out in a surrendering motion as he approaches, “Are you alright?” He knows the real answer, and he knows that she’ll look right at him and lie; but he asks anyway. “Are you asking as my boss, or as my friend?” She asks. “Would it make a difference?” it’s his turn to wonder. Finally close enough to touch her, he places a hand on her back. It’s impossible to miss the shiver that runs up her spine. Sweets hides her face, angling herself away from her, shrinking in on herself. She tries to hide from him, as unwilling as ever to show any kind of weakness real or perceived. “I’m asking as someone who cares,” Hotch tries again, snuffing out the burning sensation that seems to grow in his chest; his fear of vulnerability fighting hard to shut him down. He won’t let it. “It’s me,” she tells him as if it’s obvious. “Yes”. He's confused. Of course, it's her, he can see her standing right in front of him. “It's me. I'm the Jane Doe; Grace. Abigail. Stella”. His heart stops. She continues, looking at him for the first time, her eyes tearing up, “Not literally-- I just mean…”

“The victimogy. I understand. Same age, hair colour, similar backgrounds--”

“Yes,” She admits, “but we see cases with women who look like me all the time”. 

Aaron nods, taking her openness as an opportunity to guide her out of the alleyway, waiting patiently for her to continue in her own time. “I had a boyfriend a few years ago…I just-- I need some time to collect myself”. 

Again, Aaron nods, understanding, “Would you like me to leave?” 

She shakes her head, her hand shooting up to hold to his arm. She’s shaking less now than she was before. More than ever he wants to hold her, but he doesn’t want to overstep; and during a case, there are lines he cannot cross as her boss. It’s the crux of the predicament they’ve found themselves in. Their personal lives and feelings bleeding and blending to create this strait. Deep down, he’s sure that a line of open communication between them would ease this impasse, but he’s far too shy to suggest it. For now, he settles for being glad her breathing has slowed, and her tears have stopped. “Thank you,” Sweets breathes out. Her hand slips down to squeeze his before she lets go and steps away from him.  “Anytime,” he swears. He means it. 

They find their UNSUB three hours later. Garcia’s scanning of security footage gives them a few license plates from cars within a two-block radius of the restaurants the victims went to. Only one owner fits their profile. He’s at work when they find him. Sweets takes great pleasure in cuffing the man. Hotch has no complaints. 

When they arrive back in Quantico it’s nearing midnight. The team takes their leaving swearing they’ll finish their paperwork tomorrow morning. Sweets takes advantage of the rare silence in the bullpen to complete her reports. She’s not ready to go home. Not yet. At work, she has a shield, a carefully crafted persona; as cracked as it may be at the moment, it holds back the onslaught of personal fallout she’s sure waits for her at home. Sure her apartment is warmer and cozier than the office ever is. Her bed is far more comfortable than any desk chair. But, at home, she has nothing to distract her. At home, she has no obligation to maintain a facade sewn up by professional self-preservation. At home, she’ll be alone without the steady presence of Aaron Hotchner working away in his office. 

The room is bathed in warm lamplight, a comfortable difference from the overhead fluorescents down in the bullpen. Something like a moth, she’s drawn to it by an instinct stronger than her willpower. She knocks on the door frame before leaning into the room. “I finished my report,” she tells him when he looks up. “You didn’t have to finish that tonight,” he tells her with furrowed brows. He sets down his pen and shuts the file he was working on to give her his attention. She steps into the room, setting her report on the edge of his desk. “I didn’t want to go home yet”. She explains though she gets the feeling that he understands. If there’s anyone she knows with a mutual streak of using workplace responsibility to avoid personal turmoil, it’s Hotch. Still, he nods, validating her most simply. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“Are you asking as my boss or something more?” she wonders. 

“Would it make a difference?” He asks. “Yes,” She responds. Sweets watches as he swallows, his brows knitting together as he considers his answer carefully, “I’m asking as someone who cares about you very much, in whatever capacity you need me to right now”. It’s a diplomatic response. Gentle and inviting without being outright hopeful. Quintessentially Aaron Hotchner. 

“Will you come home with me,” Sweets allows herself to be bold enough to ask. 

“Yes,” he tells her simply. 

In the morning he slips away only to return with two cups of coffee and a box of breakfast pastries. They don’t need to be in the office until 10:00 and he plans on taking advantage of the time they have together until then. Sweets accepts the cup he holds out to her with an eager smile, and a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

[bon2bonn]

This City

2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz, Charles leclerc X female!driver!reader.

Words count : 1.2k

*the song belongs to : Sam fisherr , and the version I chose features Anne Marie , it's one of my favourites, and in a way it reflects how the female!driver felt through her 22 season and I saw that it fits with both Charles struggles with Ferrari through 23 , and Danny's through his journey after red bull till he went back in 23 , so I hope you enjoy it ✨. If you have anything to say, add or thoughts on this au! share let me know .

*First side/extra chapter of Weathering Your Storm au! (WYS) ✨

Lando sat back as he returned from refilling his drink for the second time that evening , the chatter of his friends going around him as they conversed and joked with eachother , not long ago they had dinner , all of those who could attend argued on who'll do the dishes and he unfortunately lost the rock paper scissors to both Daniel and Max, along with Charles who lost to Carlos and y/n . Both of them grumpled under their breath as y/n (the host for the night) teased them about breaking her dishes .

Their monthly dinner started off as a spontaneous get-together but extended to turn into an ongoing tradition , everyone took turn to host it once a month for whoever is available to attend , hosting or going out in lando's case (he almost burned his house down, twice) except for Christmas where it's almost mandatory to attend the end of year dinner .

This month it's y/n's turn and she did not disappoint, a decent homemade meal along with desert's and everyone's favourite drink of choice . now they scattered around catching up on what's everyone is up to , Carlos and Charles along with Max, Daniel and himself were the ones who stayed back as Seb , Lewis , Mick ,Lance , Pierre and yuki left earlier all having flights to catch the next day , but the rest opting to stay and enjoy the rest of the night night .

After few drinks Charles took a seat at her Grande piano, playing some tunes but still engaged in a conversation with Max and Carlos , arguing while they both shook their heads in denial, Daniel had his guitar (that he always leave at her place and she'd always jokingly say that she'd sell it to a junk yard if he keeps on leaving it behind) strumming it mindlessly as he and y/n who sat next to him with her feet kicked up on the table before them were talking about something that Danny nods at , his eyes are focused on her as she went on explaining before turning to Charles who started off a new tune getting his attention along with the others as he called "I know this song" before humming for a moment then strumming the stings following up the tune Charles started .

He turned to y/n who started humming along to the music stopping to nudge her to sing along "com'on , it's one of your favourites " , she shook her head " I can't sing to save my life" he gave her an eye roll scoffing as he say " you keep saying that but we all know that not true , and anyone who can sing better than lando is a great singer " earning a cushion to the head from the offended driver as everyone around fell into a fit of laughter agreeing to Daniel statement , but also ushering their friends to sing . As she finally obliged they restarted from the top . Lando took it as a chance to set his phone on one of the shelves adjusting the angle to get everyone in the frame " I'll send it to the group chat later" before sitting down .

Daniel started the first verse softly :

"I've been seeing lonely people in crowded rooms

Covering the old heart breaks with new tattoos

It's all about small screens and cigarettes

Looking through low lights at silhouettes

But all I see is lonely people in crowded rooms"

Nodding at her to start the chorus along with him :

" This city is gonna break my heart

This city is gonna love me then leave me alone

This city is got me chasing stars

It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home

Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong ?

This city is gonna break my heart

She's always gonna break your heart"

Letting her carry on with the second verse :

"Monday through Friday I don't do so well

I wanna call you but I stop myself

And you're the only one I wanna run to , yeah

Cause I've been drinking lately , so I forget

Wondering what this place will give me next

Cause all I see are lonely people with broken hearts"

This time Charles joined in the chorus all three sang in harmony :

" oh This city is gonna break my heart

This city is gonna love me then leave me alone

This city is got me chasing stars

It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home

Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong ?

This city is gonna break my heart

She's always gonna break your heart".

Her and Daniel joined together in the third verse :

" She's got a hold on me

I got a hold on you

She got me wrapped round her fingers

Yeah, yeah , yeah

She got a hold on me

I got a hold on you

She got me wrapped round her fingers".

She hit every high note with ease as everyone joined them in singing the last chorus :

"This city is gonna break my heart

This city is gonna love me then leave me alone

This city is got me chasing stars

It's been a couple months since I felt like I'm home

Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong?

This city is gonna break my heart

She's always gonna break your heart

I didn't mean to break your Heart"

Letting Danny strum the last note before adding softly:

"I didn't mean to break it ".

They all applaused at the end whooping and whistling as she joined them before covering her face as they turned to her with compliments and praise , groaning into her hands as lando passed her to grab his phone back .

Danny nudged her with a playful smile " if racing didn't turn out well , we could flip a coin and start a band , what do you say ?" she shoved him away "like hell I'd let anyone hear me sing in public!" Then turning to lando who looked like he saw a ghost tilting her head in question" what's wrong?" For him to look at her with guilt then showing her his screen that displayed an Insta live going with her own face now looking back at her , with comments flooding the side of the screen , frowning for a second trying to process what occurred before snapping her head to lando in disbelief , the rest came to take a look in curiousity all fitting in frame as comments rolled up before turning to lando who backed up in attempt to flee the scene .

The screen shook before it changed to Carlos holding the phone along with Max both trying to shut the live down (more like them reading comments and greeting fans instead) , lando is seen screaming for his life in the background where he got tackled by y/n on his way to the door , Danny and Charles trying to prey her off his back .

Max turned to them after reading some comments a hand on his hip as he called aloud over lando's screaming "y/n! Seb said You can't kill him , the live is still on! " Carlos added a second after "Fernando said do it" turning back to the screen right before it's turned off.

[anabdaniels]

So, rockabye, baby

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader

Summary: You and Jack being happy and having 4 babies aka dear cowboy having the big happy family he deserved.

Word counting: 1.1k

Rating: General audiences

Warnings: Heart aching fluff, it's implied that reader is in her late 30s-early 40s.

A/N: First of all, we'll pretend we haven't saw anything in case I have made any mistakes while calculating the kids' ages, I'm horrible with any kind of math. Since the very moment I saw @mothandpidgeon's Mother's day challenge I knew I had to write something involving Jack and babies hahaha. Yes, this was named after the masterpiece "Rockabye" by Clean Bandit and Anne-Marie.

Divider from: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

Even before you got married, you knew you wanted at least one baby and the idea was completely encouraged by Jack. At the moment you saw yourself tucked on the bed with your small baby girl in your arms giggling while her father squeezed her chubby little cheeks, you knew that Katherine wouldn’t be a single child and, as you imagined, when your daughter was two and half once again you saw yourself smashing Jack’s hand while pushing your second baby. Oliver came to the world completely healthy and looked like his dad as much as Katherine, except for his eyes that definitely were yours.

On a random rainy evening, while you and Jack carefully moved the babies to their beds for a little nap, again you felt reality hitting on you fully, making you admit to yourself that maybe wouldn’t be that bad to have another little one around the house, but at that point, you weren’t sure if Jack would engage the idea, since you two haven’t established a specific number of kids you’d like to have. Being no surprise at all Jack emphatically agreed with another baby, already getting excited about it, even with Oliver being only 4 months old.

When Katherine was 6 and Oliver was 3, once again you and Jack were dealing with tummy aches and night shifts with your chubby newborn Amelia, a perfect copy of you with Jack’s eyes, she was the loudest of the babies, even though she was still pretty quiet for a newborn.

“We’re too good at making beautiful babies.” Jack said with a melted smile while observing you nestling Amelia in your arms as she started to fall asleep.

“I can’t disagree.” You chuckled and looked at him, smiling with his expression.

“We should make another one.” He mentioned while caressing Amelia’s tiny head,

“I don’t know. I getting old to this.” You admitted while looking back at your baby.

“It’s up to you, honey. If you want three more babies, fine, if you want to stop here, fine either.” Jack assured and leaned to kiss your forehead.

“We can go back to this matter when she’s a bit older.”

And it happened exactly like that.

At the moment Amelia was 3 and half years old, you and Jack talked about it once more, pondering all the possibilities and getting to an agreement: if you didn’t get pregnant until the end of the year, Jack would, at last, get a vasectomy and the two of you would be fine with your three babies if you ended up pregnant, he would get the sterilization either way and both of you would be more than happy with another little one on the house.

There was no pressure on the process, both of you knew that at your age fertility tended to start to decrease and were fine about it, what didn’t prevent you and Jack from having a lot of hopes, and it probably worked, because not even two complete months after the decision being made and once again you were running to Jack to tell him you were pregnant. Eight months later the little Barbara, an equal mix of you and Jack, was sleeping peacefully on her crib while her siblings watched in complete silence to no disturb her.

You woke up that morning after realizing that Jack wasn’t in bed, which wasn’t such a rare event since he used to get up earlier than the chickens just to make sure he would have enough time to shave and groom his mustache before the day started. You still were lazy and slightly asleep, but you could hear the slight buzz near the bedroom door and Jack’s voice quietly saying something like “Y’all try to keep the turmoil under control, please.”. Right after that, you heard the door being opened and the steps of your four kids getting close, making you realize it was Mother’s Day morning.

Katherine, at the plenty of her 12 years was the first one to get tucked on the bed and hold you, right after her, your nine-year-old Oliver nestled against you either, Amelia found a space to make herself comfortable with all the morning energy of a six-year-old, and Barbara, after a couple of squeaked pleas for the help of her dad, got up on the bed too, moving the better her little 2 and a half-year-old body could.

“May I be informed on what y’all are involved?” you asked playfully, managing the best possible to cuddle all your babies “This includes you.” You said while looking at Jack lying next to you and the kids.

“Just making sure daddy will give us a moment alone with you for at least five minutes.” Katherine said promptly with that smug mocking tone that made her sound very much like Jack.

“Yeah, he don’t understand what’s space.” Oliver reaffirmed his sister’s statement as always since they made quite a great duo.

“Thank you very much for the consideration.” Jack retorted while doing his best to try to sound serious.

“It’s true, daddy. Y’need to leave more momma time for us.” Amelia cooperated with her siblings, making you smile with how thick her southern accent was at that early age, another thing besides her eyes that she got from Jack.

“Kathy, Kathy.” Barbara mumbled while nudging her sister, making Katherine turn her head to look.

“What’s the urgence, little Egyptian plague?” the baby laughed at her sister’s bored tone, Katherine loved Barbara more than anything and anyone and would fight everyone, including you and Jack to defend the baby, but her personality wouldn’t let her use friendly cute nicknames with the little one.

“Help.” Barbara said while stretching out her little arms, wanting a little hand to get closer to you since she couldn’t climb up her siblings.

“You’re a pain in the ass, hum?” Katherine rolled her eyes while grabbing Barbara and placing the little one between her and you “Now stop disturbing.” Katherine said in her usual bored tone when talking to Barbara and finished the phrase by kissing the baby’s head.

“Y’all have way too much of the personality of me and your father.” You concluded the obvious and laughed shaking your head.

“Something has to go wrong, right?” Jack joked while getting snuggled with you and the kids.

“He didn’t remain away for five minutes, did he?” Oliver asked as he saw his father joining the collective hug.

“Definitely not.” Amelia affirmed as if it was stupidly obvious, making all of you laugh.

Tagging: @missladym1981 @littlemisspascal

[m-jelly]

Hello! I hv read your Levi Hybrids AU, and the Puppy Eyes was well written too just as your others fics. I very much enjoy them, and thank u for creating this idea to life!

If you don't mind, I would like a certain oneshot hybrid AU for Erwin? Let say Levi and fem!reader are already in a relationship, and then both of them introduce Erwin to reader's friend or cousin (it's up to you) for any reason you can think of.

Just imagine a female ferret hybrid just running around and suddenly attack jump behind Erwin's back - can you imagine him being quite buff due to his hybrid genes(?)

The story can be any kinds of story, as long as it is fluffy (my heart cannot take a lot of angst at the moment). I hope this doesn't confuse you much, I'm not sure how to put it in words with less details😅

Hv a pleasant time and give yourself a break if u must, bcs I know u hv other things to do/other requests. Stay safe and thank you!💐

PS: I am the anon that request the bunny reader - Puppy Eyes - and I hope you don't mind me requesting another hybrid Au😅

So I'm gonna change this a little and not make it linked to puppy eyes as I would have to make an OC in order for them to be related to y/n. This will be a separate story and not linked of y/n and Erwin. Hope that's okay. Also I love hybrid things and the puppy eyes. Please send me as many hybrid requests as you like because I love them.

Lion tamer

Erwin x fem!reader

Future AU, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, couple moments, hybrids, lion Erwin, ferret reader.

Erwin and you fall hopelessly in love with each other and know right away you're mates. Erwin protects you and you fill his life with brightness and fun.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @mari-zs

It was like an explosion in your chests as soon as you locked eyes with each other. Erwin was a big lion hybrid who just oozed leadership energy and a protective nature. You projected a fun and cuddly energy that Erwin needed in his life. It was fate.

Erwin swept you off your feet. He took you on the most romantic dates and you just wanted to be his. You were incredibly excited to be around him. You adored his fluffy ears and long tail. Erwin loved your little ears and furry tail. The two of you were just so in love that you couldn't hold back.

You moved in together rather quickly, but that was normal for hybrids when they found their mate. You would nap a lot together, go on long walks and have a few adventures. You cooked a lot of food for the two of you to enjoy as well.

Erwin was the CEO of a large business, which made sense being that he is a lion. He spoiled you a lot and offered to be the supplier of money in the house and for you to relax. You worked for a bit but soon you gave him and stayed at home and loved it.

Often Erwin worked from home and today was one of those days. You made a large collection of snacks and drinks for Erwin and you to share. You paced a little and longingly gazed at Erwin's office door. You had to behave and leave him alone so he could work.

As soon as you heard Erwin's footsteps getting closer to the door you got excited. You felt a warm tingle inside you and you couldn't control yourself, you knew very well you were going to have a hyper moment with him.

Erwin walked out of his office and stretched a bit. He yawned causing his sharp canines to flash a little. He hummed and smelt delicious food you'd made. He paused a moment and looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

He sniffed the air and smelt you sneaking around. "Where are you, buttercup?"

You ran and jumped onto Erwin's back. "My King!"

He chuckled at you attacking him. "There you are. Did you miss me?"

You bit his shoulder and sucked a mark. "Yes. You were working so long today."

"Forgive me." He smiled at how cute you were. "I missed you too."

You jumped off his back and trotted to the front of him. "Are you spending time with me now?"

"I am."

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the kitchen. "I made snacks!"

"I can see." He ruffled your hair and then played with one of your ears. "Thank you." He lifted you up with ease before smothering your face with kisses. "I love you so much, little buttercup."

You wrapped yourself around Erwin and whined a bit. "Love you too, my King."

He carried you to the sofa and sat you down. "Be good and wait there, okay?"

You nodded but as soon as Erwin left you, you turned on the sofa and gripped the back of it. You watched Erwin closely as he gathered the snacks and drinks. When he started to return to you, you perked up. You turned in your seat and bounced a little when he joined you.

Erwin fed you a bit of food before giving you a kiss. "Delicious as always."

You licked your lips and ate everything you were given. Once it was all gone, your tiredness consumed you. You hugged Erwin's arm. "Can we nap now?"

Erwin put a few things on the coffee table before wrapping you up in his big arms and flopping onto his back with you on top. He let out a deep chest-rumbling growl as he held you. He kissed your face a few times allowing him to settle. He closed his eyes and felt so lucky that he found his mate, you. You were the perfect dream.

[lizbethborden]

Hi again! Yeah, from your bookshelf! You seem well informed and I wanna know the type of stuff you read and might recommend. I don't even know what to tell you for my interests because I feel like I'm just begining. Sorry I'm young and dumb still haha.

#1 you're not dumb and #2 nothing to apologize for :)

Here's some books I've got on my shelves or that I've read:

Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists, Laura Bates

Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, Katha Pollitt

Women, Race, & Class, Angela Davis

American Girls, Nancy Jo Sales

Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, eds. Julia Penelope and Susan J Wolf

Lesbian Studies, Margaret Cavendish

Hood Feminism, Mikki Kendall

Against White Feminism, Rafia Zakaria

Sister and Brother: Lesbians and Gay Men Write About Their Lives Together, eds Joan Nestle and John Preston

Another Mother Tongue, Judy Grahn

Aimee & Jaguar, Erica Fischer

Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell

The Mary Daly Reader, eds. Jennifer Rycenga and Linda Barufaldi

Hidden from History: Reclaiming the Gay and Lesbian Past, eds. Martin Duberman, Martha Vicinus, George Chauncey Jr.

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society, Cordelia Fine

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Father's Tongue, Julia Penelope

The Resisting Reader, Judith Fetterley

The Double X Economy, Linda Scott

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture, ed. Roxane Gay

Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists, Joan Smith

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

The Trials of Nina McCall: Sex, Surveillance, and the Decades-Long Government Plan to Imprison "Promiscuous" Women, Scott Stern

The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory, Marilyn Frye

Only Words, Catharine A. Mackinnon

Everything Below the Waist: Why Health Care Needs a Feminist Revolution, Jennifer Block

Witchcraze: A New History of the European Witch Hunts, Anne Llwellyn Barstow

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture, Peggy Orenstein

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men, Caroline Criado-Perez

Lesbian Ethics: Toward New Values, Sarah Lucia Hoagland

We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement, Andi Zeisler

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, Adrienne Rich

Feminism, Animals, and Science: The Naming of the Shrew, Lynda Birke

The Female Body in Western Culture: Contemporary Perspectives, ed. Susan Rubin Suleiman

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Gloria Anzaldua

Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery, Virginia L Blum

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment, Patricia Hill Collins

Pornland: How Porn has Hijacked our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women, Susan Faludi

From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World, Marilyn French

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, eds. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Seeing Like a Feminist, Nivedita Menon

With Her Machete In Her Hand: Reading Chicana Lesbians, Catriona Reuda Esquibel

The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture, Bonnie J. Morris

Foundlings: Lesbian and Gay Historical Emotion before Stonewall, Christopher Nealon

The Persistent Desire: A Butch/Femme Reader, ed. Joan Nestle

The Straight Mind and Other Essays, Monique Wittig

The Trouble Between us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement, Winifred Breines

Right-Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Woman Hating, Andrea Dworkin

Why I Am Not A Feminist, Jessica Crispin

Sapphistries: A Global History of Love Between Women, Leila J Rupp

I tried to avoid too many left turns into my specific interests although if you passionately want to know any of those, I can make you some more lists LOL

I would suggest picking a book that sounds interesting and using the footnotes and bibliography to find more to read. I've done that a lot :) a lot of my books have more sticky tabs or w/e in the bibliography than in the text so I don't lose stuff I'm interested in.

Hope this helps!

[writers-reach]

masterlists

key:

(p) - platonic

(x!r) - where x is the specified gender of the reader (i.e. m for male, f for female, nb for non-binary) note: for transgender requests (i.e. ftm, mtf, ftnb, etc), the prefix will change to fit the specification. gender-neutral readers are not labelled, as they are the default.

(au) - alternate universe scenario

(ha) - heavy angst, reader beware! content warnings will be in the notes section and the request will be under a break

persona

persona 3

minato arisato

general dating headcanons you're so tired... s/o who's one of the boys first kiss headcanons slow dancing headcanons hiding your relationship on the kyoto trip having a selfless s/o (f!r)

minako arisato

it'll be alright (m!r) general dating headcanons s/o who allies with shadows

yukari takeba

shopping date headcanons

junpei iori (p)

s/o who's one of the boys

akihiko sanada

general fluff headcanons wedding headcanons

mitsuru kirijo

calling her 'mom' saying 'i love you' for the first time lover who plays with her hair

fuuka yamagishi

fluffy relationship headcanons defending your relationship from bullies

aigis

adopting cats

shinjiro aragaki

fluffy date headcanons w/ an upbeat male /so (m!r) fluff headcanons with a fem s/o (f!r)

etc.

(elizabeth) - fluff headcanons (ryoji mochizuki) - s/o who's one of the boys (ryoji mochizuki) - fluff headcanons (jin shirato) - cuddly male s/o (jin shirato) - painting his nails (nb!r) (p4au!ken) friends since before sees (f!r)

persona 4

yu narukami

general date headcanons s/o who allies with shadows first kiss headcanons slow dancing headcanons as an older-brother figure (m!r) (p) dealing with period cramps having a shy s/o

yosuke hanamura

general date headcanons having a shy s/o (f!r) having a sleepy s/o (m!r) dealing with period cramps

chie satonaka

sparring gone wrong! confessing your love!

yukiko amagi

lover who plays with her hair

kanji tatsumi

general date headcanons confessing your love! having a shy s/o

rise kujikawa

s/o who is an idol dancing under the stars and among the fireflies shopping date headcanons trying out lip balm flavours doing her s/o's makeup

teddie (p)

none yet...

naoto shirogane

snowstorm snuggles! fluffy headcanons

etc.

(marie, margaret) - fluff headcanons (ryotaro dojima) - having a shy s/o

persona 5

ren amamiya/akira kurusu

playing with his hair (f!r) first kiss headcanons slow dancing headcanons w/ an s/o who went blind in one eye handwriting/love notes

ryuji sakamoto

out of commission

ann takamaki

shopping date headcanons

yusuke kitagawa

none yet...

makoto niijima

calling her 'mom'

haru okumura

none yet...

futaba sakura (p)

none yet...

etc.

none yet...

[iepurasdepraf]

I... don't have the editing skill or knowhow to make something pretty to put here so you just get me talking, isn't that fun?

Arkhamverse Jervis Tetch x reader

Warnings: Female reader, bondage, fingering, ah... hm... that's all I think for this.

I just felt like it was getting a little long, but it's tasty as it is also, a whole thing on it's own really. If you want a part 2 let me know and maybe I'll finish what comes next, yeah?

@callsigncrash - You asked to be tagged.

A half sunken portion of a major city left to mold and crumble would normally make for an interesting if morbid opening for a fairytale or maybe an overeager young adult post-apocalypse novel the author didn’t have the technical skill to pull off. As would taking shelter in the attic of an abandoned townhouse. Turning that damp den into a passable hidey-hole for two lost dreamers to overwinter in, safe from the frigid water that was always seeping in and whoever else was creeping around what remained of Arkham City. Which was more than you’d think, really.

The man who called himself both mad and a hatter was in the midst of all that folly. Calling out to his friend with glee “Oh look! Mary Ann! Mary Ann, come look!”

An expert in making trash into treasure, the finding of Christmas lights sent him reeling into a giddy state. He had woken up bright eyed and bushy tailed and hadn’t lost that spirit for an instant even in the rising water and inclement weather though she’d woke finding herself far less hopeful. She’d barely slept at all in fact. 

However, said Ann of Mary didn’t look away from the ladder she’d been staring down at for the past hour or so even though normally she would have come with a skip at his beck and call putting a damper on the Hatter’s excitement somewhat. “Mary Ann?” Once more did not answer his call, it was as if she didn’t hear him at all. This was a vice versa of their usual and Jervis wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was his schtick to be lost in his own head after all. She was out of character!

He took offense at first, how dare she not give him her full and undivided attention! Then after a moment and impulsive thought wrangling he pouted. It wasn’t like she was one of his pawns. She had her own thoughts and feelings and- what was she looking at anyway? 

With lights in tow and shuffling in oversized boots, he makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. Mmm… water? Just water and soggy furniture. How boring. Not even anything swimming in it. Stinky, smelly thigh deep, to him, Gotham Bay water. 

More important than all that though was that she was frowning he noticed. Poor sweet Mary Ann, was she scared of the water? Worried? It wouldn’t come up this far. That’s why they were up so high.Though maybe she didn’t know that he considered. She’d not experienced Arkham City as he had after all. 

“Mary Ann” He said one last time, a little tersely this time, and when she didn’t respond he tossed the lights over her. Tangling her up like a tuna in a net to drag her deeper into the attic away from the distracting portal to a dreary reality. “Jervis!” “There she is!” “Get this off me!” She laughed over it luckily, amused as ever with his wiley antics. He couldn’t recall her ever getting mad at him for being himself. Maybe that’s why he felt so secure in being himself with her even if that meant doing something silly like tangling her up in Christmas lights. “What is this?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked! They’re lights. Fairy lights, Mary!” “I’m very happy for-” He pulled the wires tight playfully and she came to attention in a way he’d never seen before. So quiet, so red in the face. Ah. Jervis was mad, but not a fool. He knew that look. Seems they both just learned something about dear sweet Mary Ann. 

What fun! 

Something to pass the time then? Something to… distract her. That was a passible excuse. “Sit up for me, won’t you?” Oh, she was so obedient! Quick to do exactly as she was told now, just needed a little incentive. The wad of lights were easy enough to untangle. He had more than enough practice after so many years of decorating hideouts and set ups to get them undone in a jiffy though all that talent was then turned on it’s head to truss Mary Ann right back up nice and neat. Easy enough to make a harness, easier still to bind someone’s arms behind their back. He’d done that oodles of times. That delicious thigh meat dressed nicely, so thick it muffined around the strings. It would normally bring him to distraction, but right now he had just as lovely things to savor so he had to force himself to peel his eyes from the sight. 

He’ll be back later, thighs, just give him a moment. He has to bind shin and ankle so they can be bound to you, you see? 

Making dear Mary Ann kneel so sweetly on the floor that he just can’t resist showing her that being bound so specifically had it’s own benefits. A pull of the wire wrapped around his gloved fist and those loving binds squeezed coyly in all those tender places she could have ever wanted them to. She made the sweet mewls to prove it even after he let go.

Perfect, it was all so nearly perfect, but wasn’t quite. No, he had one thing left to do. “Don’t move.” She looked back in her partially bent forward position, but didn’t otherwise move which was fine and good. He beamed at her scrambling to get the dangling overhead light which he had to hop for to plunge them both into total darkness. “Jervis?” “Trust is essential, Mary Ann,” His disembodied voice said while seeming to float across the attic “You trust me, don’t you?” Without so much the pause for a breath she answered “Yes.” leaving her breathless when the generator roared to life on the other side of the room and the multicolored Christmas lights jumped to life around her revealing a grinning Jervis still crouched down from plugging the lights into the power strip. Oh yes, he was very willing to burn gas for this, for her. 

He looked utterly mad in the flittering light with that smile. Wide hazel eyes taking her in like he could physically consume her with them. Anyone else would be terrified of him, but not her, no. No! Not Mary Ann. Silly girl was arched and eager for him to come closer. They’d never done anything like this before. Such a shame! Such an interesting first time! More than made up for it by his math. 

“You’ve never looked more like Alice.” Her eyes went wide at that. There was too little time between the comment and Jervis dropping to his knees in front of her to respond. Even less between that and him pressing his lips to the corner of hers after lightly holding her chin to tilt her head just the way he wanted. He kissed her bottom lip, the top lip, the other corner. Teasing her until she whined about it before pressing his lips to hers and she learned his kisses were like him. Completely overwhelming. He didn’t kiss once in a long slow maneuver, no. He kissed her once, twice, a hundred times then finally slowing down to let her only gasp between them. 

He loved how she trembled, how she gave in. Pressing her chest to his while he let her desperately kiss him back while he enjoyed every sweet exchange. 

He had to indulge himself a little, didn’t he? Couldn’t let her have all the fun.

“Good. So good for me.” Jervis cooed treacly as a dove letting his hands wander as they pleased. Dressed in blue with the cutest pinafore and sweet as can be. Not Alice, but someone close enough for comfort. Someone you could confuse for Alice, but not her, no. He’d forgotten his logic for it at the moment. Was it that she cleaned up better? Mn, it wasn’t important. Mary Ann, dear darling Mary Ann in his arms was. Just a few more kisses he told himself. Just a few more. His tongue slipping in her mouth made them both swoon. Hers was soft and shy. His bold and brash, tasting her like Eve tasting the forbidden fruit and with the same fervor. If you're going to damn yourself it might as well be with gusto. Or in this case turn a friend into a lover. No going back in any case. 

“Jervis…” Down, down the rabbit hole or what felt eerily similar while he kissed his way down her throat to the very top of her chest. He couldn’t go lower and find flesh. He’d not thought ahead and undressed her before tying her up. More's the pity, but there was always later for that sort of fun. Instead he turned her gently, careful of her knees on the eeky creaky old wood of the attic floor while making sure to give the lights slack so as to not pull the plug out of the loose socket.

Hello, Thighs. Did you two miss him? He missed you. Oh, yes he did. He’d never had this much fun adjusting the clothing under someone’s binds before. At some point he’d not taken much notice to, he’d peeled his gloves off and tossed them a little too hard across the room to be found another time. Entirely to eager to finally feel the flesh of those absolutely maddening thighs against his palms. He didn’t have much feeling in his fingertips anymore. Too many scars, too many callouses. How long had it been since he’d felt someone’s thighs shaking like this against his own? How long had it been since someone made such thrilling noises that made every atom of his being vibrate with wanton desire just from his touch? He couldn’t recall. 

The Hatter managed to focus himself, moving pinafore and skirt around to the front and out of his way eventually between giving into the baser instincts his brain sent painful throbbing impulses to his groin demanding. Touch her here, feel her there. Cup right where you know she wants you to and call her yours just to make her whine and pant. A little pause just holding her close to make sure she was still with him before exposing those bloomers he’d spent so much wretched time getting the lace just right on.

“Next time I get it in my head to tie you up,” He whispered resting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her hips so he could tangle his fingers in the light cotton fabric of the offending underpants “Be a dear, won’t you, and remind me to undress you first.” “I-” She didn’t get the time for a proper response. She didn’t really need it, did she? He ripped the seam open with a grimace and she let out the most pleasant squeal. “I can fix them later.” He assured as if it mattered. 

“That’s better isn’t it?” It was for him. Lord, was it. “Hm?” “Mhm.” “Now now,” Jervis tutted “I am a man of words. Use them.” She liked it when he was bossy. When he got that growl in his lilting squeaky voice and it dipped low low low to a rumble. It made her shiver and flush normally and though right now her poor face couldn’t get anymore red she managed to peep out a “Yes! Much better!” that told him he was doing everything right. “Good girl.”

Heavens to Betsy, if she wasn’t wiggly before she certainly was now and much to his delight he found out exactly why when he let his fingers go where they were naturally inclined. “Oh my…” Jervis breathed, ghosting just the bare tips of his fingers along her slit. It was hard to tell who was more worked up at this point. The way he clung to her while his fingers slipped into her to feel exactly how much she wanted him of all people was something poets would drool over. That rarely felt realization of what was generally revolting being wanted and oh how wanted he was. “Jervis- Oh my god!” He grinned, nuzzling his face into her hair. She didn’t know he knew how to do this and it was a little funny. People always mistook madness for innocence. He’d lived through the 70’s darling, this was vanilla cream in a lavender darjeeling. He’d bitched this pot before. “Hm, Jervis be nimble, Jervis be quick.” He squeezed her tighter and let his thumb find her clit to rub while his fingers fucked her hard and fast making her arch her back in her binds and shake while calling out his name over and over like a mantra. She didn’t last long at all, no, not after everything and came with all the flash and splendor he dreamed she might. Soaking his fingers in a way that made him nearly regret not skipping straight to the point earlier. “Jesus Christ-” “Not too bad for a lunatic?”

Poor girl could only huff out a few laughs at the silly rhyme after she’d come down a little then moaned low and long in relief in pleasure while sagging against him. “Don’t get too comfortable, darling,” He cooed, wrapping the leashlike cord of lights he’d left for the express purpose of a moment like this around his fingers after he’d pulled them from his lover to give her a little breather, only pulling hard enough to bring her back to attention with a meep. 

“That was just the foreplay.”

[alicewonderao3]

Bitter Realization

Pairing: King! Dean Winchester x female reader

Words: just over 2.6k

Warnings: disappearing women, forced marriage, non-consensual kissing, implied sexual acts.

Authors note: I started writing this and then life threw some not-so-nice things at me and I had to stop. I picked it back up again thinking the deadline had already passed and hurriedly finished it only to discover I still had time. It's a bit darker than I usually write, but I'm trying to broaden my horizons as a writer. This is for @sweeterthanthis bittersweet symphony challenge. I picked the prompt: " I only want sympathy in the form of you falling into bed with me". All spelling and grammar mistakes are mine, so let me know if you like it.

Life wasn't always easy. Isn't that what mother had told me shortly before sending me to the castle? Well, it certainly was not easy, that was for sure. I scrubbed floors, took food to ungrateful royals and their guests, and did all those invisible things that made a castle this size run smoothly. The only thing I did not do was serve the King.

That was Rachel's job. But before her, it had been Susan's job. And then Mary's. The king seemed to go through servants rather quickly and faster than his brother did. He had male servants when he was but a prince, but that changed when he became King at his father's passing.

I was lugging a heavy laundry basket from Prince Samuel's room down into the laundry when another servant skidded to a stop in front of me. "Switch with me." I frowned at her, Anne if I remembered correctly. She was new. I sighed heavily. "No. We have our duties for a reason, Anne." I sidestepped her and continued on my way down when she cut me off again, "I need you to switch with me, please."

I stopped and stared at her. "Why?" I asked, adjusting the heavy basket in my arms. "Because I just got assigned to his majesty the king." She said. I raised an eyebrow at her. "That's one of the best jobs in the entire castle, Anne. Why are you unable to serve the king?" She seemed upset but explained that she didn't want the job, especially after Mary had been his majesty's servant for months now.

I heard Jody, head of the maids, calling for Anne down the hall. She hurriedly met my gaze. "Please? Just for today." I pushed the heavy basket in her arms and she was gone for the laundry room when Jody rounded the corner. Jody frowned. "Where's Anne?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Off to do laundry? I don't know."

Jody eyed me for a second. "I'm sure you heard Mary has left us." She said nothing more, kept her gaze on mine, and adjusted her skirt. "His majesty needs a new servant. Anne has been chosen." I sighed. "I know. I'll do it." Jody frowned. "His majesty has specifically chosen Anne." I tried to explain I could serve him since I'd served Prince Samuel for years now but she cut me off with a look and I followed her to the laundry, where we found Anne washing the prince's bedclothes.

The room fell silent at Jody's entry. "Leave us. Now." We all left, myself included. I don't know what was said to Anne, but seconds later I was washing the prince's bedclothes and she was off serving the king. After making sure the laundry was hanging out to dry, I wandered into the kitchen just as the cook said, "Take these up to Prince Samuel's room, the king is requesting his supper there tonight."

I gathered the heavy tray and made my way across the castle to the Prince's rooms. Prince Samuel had the second-best rooms in the castle, usually reserved for the queen, but because there was no queen yet, he took them over. His majesty seemed to be not interested in finding a queen and producing heirs.

I pushed the heavy door open and kept my eyes low as I approached the prince's inner rooms. The prince and his majesty were seated at one of the tables. Their conversation stopped when I entered, and I set the tray down in front of them, serving the prince and the king. I poured some wine into Prince Samuel's glass and he scolded me, "The king, first."

I frowned. I turned to pour the king his wine and curtsied low. "My apologies your majesty." The king just grunted, waving his hand at me. He spoke to the prince as if I wasn't there and said, "I need another servant, brother." I stepped back and blended into the wall as Prince Samuel chuckled, "Already, brother? That has to be a record."

As they both chuckled at his comment, my mind raced. Anne hadn't been serving for long, she'd just been assigned this morning. What had happened that made her leave so fast? I was lost in thought, so I didn't realize they were discussing me until I heard Prince Samuel say, "She's been serving me for years, brother. One of the best I've ever had. Maybe you could use her and keep her well."

My eyebrows shot up at those words. Prince Samuel was offering me up to the king? Would he even take it? I hoped not. I'd heard some horror stories from those who had served his majesty, I was adamant I didn't want to do that job. But then the king snapped his fingers and I walked over, head down.

His majesty stood up and I kept my face down, remembering I was never to look upon the king. One of the old commands passed down from King John's reign, it was still very much in place today. I felt warm fingers raise my face, and found myself staring into the green eyes of our king. His eyes studied my face and then my body. He turned my face to the side, then to the other.

He stepped back and twirled his finger in a circle, a wordless command. My feet only just remembered to turn, and I met Prince Samuel's eyes as I turned around. His face was impassive. Eyes expressionless. The king hummed softly as he gazed at me. "She'll do." Was all he said, stepping back to his chair. He pointed to the empty wine glass, and I filled it again, turning to check on the Prince who just sent me a look.

Once they were done eating, I went to gather the dishes and head back to the kitchen when the Prince stopped me. "Leave them. Ready my bath, please." I curtsied and nodded, slipping over to the other room to prepare the bath. I lit the lamps in the room and turned the knobs for the water. I added the nighttime oils the Prince usually requested and fetched two towels.

As the room filled with steam, I heard the Prince giving his farewells to his brother. I relaxed a bit once I realized his majesty was gone. Prince Samuel disrobed and stepped into the water. I gathered his clothing and turned to ready his bed. I was pouring a fresh glass of wine for the prince when he exited the room.

A towel wrapped tightly around his waist, he said, "I'm sure you're curious about me gifting you to his majesty." I shook my head. "No, my prince. Servants are gifted to other royals all the time, I just wonder what happened to Anne, that is all."

The prince took the glass from me and frowned. He said nothing. He drank deeply from the glass and said, "What I tell you, never leaves this room. If you ask me about it, I'll deny ever having said anything to you. Clear?"

I nodded, still clutching the bottle of wine in my hands. He sighed. "His majesty has a temper, as I'm sure you're aware." At this I nodded, it was one of the main reasons we speculated he was having trouble finding a bride. "His majesty is under a lot of pressure from the council to marry. Every day they present brides to him, royal women from all over the world to be his wife. He has refused them all."

The prince sat on the edge of the bed, setting the now empty glass on the table near his bed. "He has no desire to marry any of them, as he has his eyes on someone else." Here he locked his gaze onto mine, and I grew more confused. "Why doesn't he just marry this woman he loves? Surely she wouldn't refuse him, I mean, he is the King. His word is the law."

The prince eyed me for a few seconds, silent as he stared at me. "You know, I'm glad to hear you say that." He said after eyeing me up and down. He cleared his throat. "Tomorrow you will go to the King." He stepped closer to me and placed his hands on my arms, holding me in place. "I want you to remember what you just said to me, okay?"

He let me go, and I spent the night in the dorms sleeping restlessly. There was something hidden in Prince Samuel's words, something I couldn't quite figure out. I awoke the next morning and got dressed and headed for the King's quarters. His Majesty was still abed when I arrived, the guards letting me in without a word.

I frowned. The King's rooms were a mess, with cups and other items scattered to and fro. I started gathering items to be taken down to the kitchen and laundry, working quietly so as to not disturb his majesty. I'd cleaned and was walking back with his breakfast when he stirred. I set his breakfast down and curtsied. "Breakfast, your majesty."

The King rose and sat down, starting to eat. I opened his drapes and gathered the clothing and wrinkled bedsheets. His majesty cleared his throat as I was about to leave with the full basket of clothing. "Put those down. Join me for breakfast." I frowned. This was unusual. I bit my lip and shook my head, "I need to make sure your rooms are clean, your majesty. This is part of my duties."

The king frowned. "And the other part of your duties is to please me, is it not?" His tone of voice gave no room for argument, so I set the basket down and sat down to eat with him. I had barely begun to eat when another woman entered the room, her beautiful skirts swirling around her.

I froze as Lisa entered. She'd been his majesty's mistress for years now, although we all knew he lay with the random maid or two. Her cold voice broke through my thoughts. "You're in my seat, maid." I rose instantly, grabbing the basket and quickly leaving the room.

I left the king's things with the other maids and hurried back with fresh linens. I kept my eyes low as I entered the room, the king's frustrated grunts reaching my ears. I kept my eyes determinedly cast down as I tried my hardest to ignore the scene in front of me. I made his bed even as his frustrated grunts and scoffs grew louder.

Finally, I couldn't help but notice how he shoved her away from him. "You can't do anything right." I continued to work even as she claimed that clearly, the fault was his own. My eyes widened as I carefully tucked the linens in place. The sharp smack that echoed in the room made me wince. I continued to work, determinedly ignoring the scene playing out in the room.

I tried to block the King's words out, but he berated her for being unable to arouse him and what that meant for her future. Bits and pieces of the King's rant reached my ears and I tuned them out but for the final sentence, he uttered.

"Your usefulness is at an end. Lucky for you, there is another Lord who has inquired about your hand in marriage. Go to the North and wed him and never set foot in court again." I heard Lady Lisa's protests and her pleas, but there was no changing the King's mind.

She was escorted out of the room by a couple of ladies in waiting and guards and alone with the King, I curtsied and kept my eyes low, "Your Majesty, if there is nothing else you need, I am finished here." There was silence from the King before his voice gave me pause at the door. "Wait."

I turned to face him, eyes still on the floor. "Look at me." He commanded, but, still, fearful, I kept my eyes low. "Look at me!" He yelled and I fearfully met his gaze. "What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, his eyes wild as he stared at me.

I stayed silent, not sure what to say to calm him down. "Do you know how long I've been trying to forget you?" Here I was confused but stayed silent as he continued, "You've been flouncing around this castle for so long, with your smiles and pretty eyes and everywhere I go, there you are."

What was going on here? Confusion clouded my mind as he continued on his rant, pacing back and forth across his chamber with his pants hastily tied around his hips. When he came to the part about me being off-limits, being his brother's servant, I suddenly realized what Prince Samuel had been trying to warn me about.

Everything fell into place, all the servant girls who closely resembled me, his now sudden dismissal of his long-time mistress. My mind ran with the expectations of what he wanted from me and fear ran cold through my body. Taking advantage of the King's rant, I slowly eased my way toward the door, hoping for freedom.

I was mere inches from the door when he noted how far I'd moved and I couldn't help it, with fear in my veins, I ran, hiking up my skirt and passing the guards posted at the door. The King was hot on my heels and faster, much faster than me and when I tripped, it wasn't long before he was on me, dragging me back to his chambers with strict orders to the guards that no one was to be allowed entrance.

He shoved me towards his bed and I turned to face him, pushing myself up and off, just as he shoved me back down again with angry hands. I tried to plead with him, imploring him that I was still a maiden and wanted to wait for my future husband, but he seemed to ignore me, his hands pawing at my body and dress.

Then he stopped and I realized he was lost in thought for a moment. Then he asked me, my body still pinned under his on the bed, "Don't you feel sorry for me all alone here, with no Queen to give me heirs?" I froze, not sure what to say except, "I do, Your Majesty but-"

My words froze in my throat as he leaned closer to my face, his breath smelling faintly of the wine he'd just been drinking, his eyes impossibly green, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at me, lust in his expression. "I only want sympathy in the form of you falling into bed with me."

My heart sank and my breath caught in my chest as his sentence hung in the air between us. But then he pushed himself off of me, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me along behind him across the room. He paused at his desk and pulled out a ring which he unceremoniously slipped on my finger.

The ruby ring felt heavy on my finger as he stared at me, "I've wanted you for years now, and I will have you, finally." I slowly met his gaze, "But I am a common servant, your majesty." I hoped he'd come to his senses, hoped he would let me go, but he leaned in close and asked, "Are you refusing your King?"

I quickly shook my head, which he took as a good sign. He took my hand in his and said, "We won't wait long. I've been waiting long enough." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, an act that I found no joy in. He swept away to go inform his brother and his council of his good news and left me alone. Alone to ponder the conversation that Prince Samuel and I had the other day. My heart sank as I finally realized what he'd meant. I was stuck. There was no saying anything to his majesty. There was no way out, no one to save me.

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! November 25 - December 1, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Like Real People Do - by NonbinaryCookie; Complete, 4/4, 5.3k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Gustafa/Reader; Characters: Gustafa, Takakura, Farmer Additional Tags: Marriage, newlyweds, Wedding, Wedding Night, Forget-Me-Not Valley, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, farming, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, x Reader, why is there not more content for Gustafa???, Or more content for story of seasons as a whole????, no beta reader we die like Nina, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, no smut but god I wish i knew how to write it so there was, the second i learn how to write smut it is ALL over for you bitches, Hozier, Like Real People Do by Hozier, Song: Like Real People Do, this man reminds me of Hozier so much, please tell me y'all see it too, Gustafa is Story of Seasons' Hozier confirmed Summary: In between Chapter 1: Beginnings and Chapter 2: Blessings you and Gustafa have to solidify your relationship and find a routine between the two of you. Lots of fluff, romance, and sweet sweet music.

Dear Popuri - by basikilos; Complete, 5/5, 5.3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Kai/Popuri; Characters: Popuri, Kai Summary: Popuri and Kai's relationship, as seen from the letters that they send to one another.

Chronology: Eternity - by darkryuu; WIP, 40/?, 522k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Underage Sex; Category: Multi Fandoms: Harvest Moon, Rune Factory Character: Multiple Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe Summary: Chronology is a collection of stories from Darkryuu's longstanding series, Legacy, which is a large conglomeration of characters from Story of Seasons, Harvest Moon, and Rune Factory interacting with my generational characters/original characters.

All I Have Is A Flower For You - by ulupi; WIP , 5/?, 6.6k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Popuri, Gray/Kai, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Popuri, Gray, Kai, Karen, Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Jennifer Additional Tags: Autistic Crush, Neurodivergent Relationship, ADHD Maybe, Romance, Slow Romance, healthy relationship, Developing Relationship, sapphic romance, Mary is AroAce, Gary/Kai Is A Cute Ship Summary: Claire has left everything behind for an exciting start at life. Love was the last thing on her mind, especially with the local chicken nerd.

The Heart of a Westown Cowboy - by Mya_Stone; WIP, 45/?, 63k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationships: Female Farmer/Wayne, Farmer & Wayne, Wayne & Ford; Characters: Frank, Ford, Carrie, Brad, Megan, Hector, Colin, Daryl | Darius, Marlena, Wayne, Miranda Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Romantic Friendship, Guy Falls First, I Wrote This For Me But I'll Share It With You, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Family Drama, Disappointed dad, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Wayne is Westown's perpetually single lady's man. He'd like to settle down but he just hasn't found The One and he's fairly certain he's met everyone in town. Then Melody moves in, taking a plot of her uncle's ranch to fulfill her dream of being a rancher. A college-educated business woman, Melody doesn't accept failure - especially not her own. As Wayne falls hard for her, she struggles to return his affections until she has what she came for - and when she continually comes up short at the cow competitions, she begins to wonder if Westown is really the place for her.

Mineral Stories - by Reiz16; WIP, 3/?, 4.3k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Riku/Kyaren, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Pete the Farmer, Claire the Farmer, Male Farmer | Yuto, Female Farmer | Naomi, Thomas, Jeff, Sasha, Popuri, Lillia the Shopkeeper, Rod from Mineral Town, Riku, Kyaren, Kai, May | Mei, Stu | Yu, Carter the Pastor Summary: Characters from mostly, "Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town", and, "Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town", falling in love and getting married!

But Who Takes Care of You? - by Writingnerd291; Complete, 1/1, 2.4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: A New Beginning Relationship: Neil/Rachel | Rio; Characters: Neil, Rachel the Farmer | Rio Additional Tags: grumpy neil, Winter Year 1, Rachel's farmhouse is uninhabitable, begrudgingly helping your neighbor, begrudgingly accepting help from your neighbor, Grumpy Rachel, It's just two exhausted people being grumpy together Summary: While wandering through Echo Village one late night in winter, Neil finds himself at the farmer's doorstep. He doesn't usually like to bother Rachel, since everyone is always bothering her for some crisis or another. But given the state of her farmhouse and the severe weather outside, he can't help but intervene. And it's only because she's his best customer, of course. It's only good business.

[ART] Quiet Afternoon - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, 0

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Top Cody | Gordy, Bottom Mark the Farmer | Sion, Fanart

[ART] Gaze - by Agnidus; Complete, 1/1, 0

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cody | Gordy/Mark the Farmer | Sion; Characters: Cody | Gordy, Mark the Farmer | Sion Additional Tags: Fanart, Fluff

Wonderful Stories - by Reiz16; Complete, 1/1 , <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Characters: Mark the Farmer | Sion, Pony | Aya | Jill Summary: Stories of "Harvest Moon: It's a Wonderful Life", and "Story of Seasons: It's a Wonderful Life", couples who fall in love.

The Clubs - by Reiz16; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town, Sunshine Islands, Fae Farm Characters: Sabrina, Vaughn | Waltz, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Gray, Alaric (Fae Farm), Pyria (Fae Farm) Summary: Clubs by a number of farming games characters.

Two works by Thefallen1986 with Not Safe For Tumblr Titles.

[stayinhellevator]

Golden Ratio

"No one ever said it would be this hard"

Our love was irrational but it was golden. We were so close yet so far. Destined to meet but fated for a doomed love.

Weaved in five intricate threads, on the verge of snapping.

Pairing: Seventeen x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst

Release: TBA

Playlist: The Scientist ~ Corinne Bailey Rae

Divergence

"I know better than to ever call you mine"

Torn between societal expectations and their deep connection, Hansol finds himself unable to forget you, the girl he was supposed to forget after one night and accept his Soulmate, now that he finally found her.

Pairing: Vernon x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Almost Lovers

Release: Released

Playlist: Let's Fall In Love For The Night ~ Finneas

Parallels

"I love you, but not in that way"

Love had found its way into Seokmin's heart, yet a different kind of love, unrequited and unspoken, lingered in yours.

Pairing: DK x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Unrequited Love

Release: TBA

Playlist: Not In That Way ~ Sam Smith

Asymptotes

"We're bound to break and my hands are tied"

By twisted fate, Seungcheol and You began to seek refuge in each other when things started down spiralling and without realising, you fell for each other but it was too late.

Pairing: Scoups x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Forbidden Love

Release: TBA

Playlist: Rewrite The Stars ~ James Arthur, Anne Marie

Intersection

"And now you're just a page torn from the story I'm living"

Mingyu and you find yourselves on crossroads when you learn a groundbreaking truth that makes you question everything you've ever known.

Pairing: Mingyu x fem! Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Heartbreak

Release: TBA

Playlist: Dynasty ~ Miia

Tangents

"I had all and then most of you; some and now none of you"

Dreams turn into nightmares when Wonwoo and you found each other too late.

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Love Too Late

Release: TBA

Playlist: The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron

A/N: The warnings to each chapter will be provided as I release them but I won't post them here.

I thought a lot about it but I realised I'm more comfortable in writing with a female reader for longer writings. But I'll try to keep as inclusive as possible.

Taglist is open for this one shot Series. Please let me know if you want to be added.

If in the future you find any fault, please let me know. With that I hope we have a good time with this series.

©stayinhellevator: Please don't repost, translate or plagiarise my work.

[anothermansjeans]

okay for motivation reasons if i were to write a hotch fic inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days who would like to be tagged 🫣

[chaos-thirium]

Fic Masterpost

A list of all my stories thus far. All links lead to AO3. (Wow, that was actually kind of profound!) All stories are complete unless stated otherwise 🙂

General and Family Fluff

Anne With An E - Kara, Luther, Alice family fluff with the other YK500 from Jericho - one-shot rated G

Advent Calendar - Connor-related festive fluff - one-shot rated G

One-Shot Collection - A compilation of all the fulfilled smut prompts from Tumblr - Connor x reader, Sixty x reader, Nines x reader - rated E - complete for now, but may update in the future if I take more prompt requests

Bonus Content - Missing scenes and resolutions from my fics - Connor x reader, Sixty x reader, Nines x reader - rated E, but not all chapters are smut - currently updating

Connor x Original Female Characters 

(Irrational banner by my friend. You know who you are!)

Irrational - Connor x Marie Brooke - longfic rated M - many tropes and feels

Becoming - Connor x Liv Collins - longfic rated M - soooo much thirst

Are Friends Electric? - Connor x Jane Fennell - rated M - features found family, idiots in love, and Connor in a big brother role, which was adorable to write

Connor x Reader

Regret - Connor x gender-neutral reader - one-shot rated T - angst with a happy ending

Congratulations, Thank you - Connor x female reader - one-shot rated E - rivalry and smut!

Call of the Sea - Connor x female reader - rated M - merman AU!

Five times you kissed Connor and one time he kissed you - Connor x gender-neutral reader - one-shot rated G - pure fluff

Beautiful Parasite - Connor x gender-neutral reader - one-shot rated T - Hanahaki AU

Strangers in the Night - Connor x female reader - rated M - Traci Connor fic

Covenant - Connor x AFAB reader - rated M - Connor x thief reader

Glitch - Connor x AFAB reader - rated M - modern fairy tale, sort-of ghost fic

Expect the Unexpected - Connor x gender-neutral reader - rated T - shapeshifter AU

After-Hours - Connor x AFAB reader - rated E - short, desk-based shenanigans one-shot 

The Lion’s Den - Connor x female reader - rated M - mafia AU fic

In Dreams He Came - Connor x AFAB reader - rated E - incubus Connor one-shot, pure smut

From the Ashes - Connor x female reader - rated T - part one of my fairy tale AU trilogy - Cinderella with a twist

Sixty x Reader 

Unwanted - Sixty x female reader - rated M - soul-mark AU, angst with a happy ending

The Leopard Can Change Its Spots  - Sixty x female reader - rated M - sequel to The Lion’s Den, mafia AU

I put the Sixty in 69 - Sixty x AFAB reader - rated E - Valentine's fluff and smut

All You Had To Do Was Obey - Sixty x AFAB reader - rated M - exploring the idea that Sixty was deviant in canon

Call of the Lost - Sixty x AFAB reader - rated E - merman AU set in the Call of the Sea universe

Call of Redemption - Sixty x female reader - rated M - merman AU following directly on from Call of the Lost

A Price to be Paid - Sixty x female reader - rated M - part three of my fairy tale AU - Rumpelstiltskin with a twist

In Too Deep - Sixty x AFAB reader - rated M - model Sixty x photographer reader, much pining

Nines x Reader 

Call of the Heart - Nines x female reader - rated M - merman AU! Sequel to Call of the Sea focusing on Nines and his own human lover

It Started With a Card - Nines x gender-neutral reader - rated T - Valentine's fluff

Beauty - Nines x female reader - rated T - part two of my fairy tale AU trilogy - Beauty and the Beast with a twist

Connor x Nines x Reader

Design Your Universe - Connor x Nines x gender-neutral reader - rated M - different kind of soul-mark AU

What We Do in The Shadows - Connor and Nines x female reader - rated E - vampire AU, much blood drinking

Sixty x Nines x Reader

Insatiable - Sixty x Nines x AFAB reader - rated E - follow up to All You Had To Do Was Obey

Movie Night - Sixty x AFAB reader and Nines x AFAB reader - rated E - DPD Movie Night, Sixty gets bored, smut ensues

Nines x Gavin x Reader 

Spite - Nines x Gavin x AFAB reader - one-shot rated E - reader is tangled up with Gavin and Nines, and the whole thing is a hot mess; also there’s cheating

Connor x Reader Sixty x Reader

Good Vibes - Connor x AFAB reader and Sixty x AFAB reader - one-shot rated E - Fun in the workplace with vibrating undergarments, plus some minor angst from Sixty

Apple Tea - Connor x gender-neutral reader and Sixty x gender-neutral reader - rated M, but not too explicit - coffee art shop AU, fluff and angst with a happy ending

Dichotomy - Connor x AFAB reader and Sixty x AFAB reader - rated M - the RK800s are the boys next door

Connor x Sixty x Reader Elijah Kamski x Reader 

Blind World - Connor and Sixty x female reader, Elijah Kamski x female reader - rated E - post-bad ending dystopia

Connor x Elijah Kamski x Reader

Intrigue - Connor x Elijah Kamski x female reader - rated E - exploring the connection between the three

Connor x Sixty x Nines x Reader

(Picture by @middleofnothing )

Three Dates - Connor x Sixty x Nines x AFAB reader - rated E - smut, fluff, and polyamory shenanigans

[kiatheinsomniac]

I said I'd be back ;)

May I request Mary Read/James Kidd with a female reader? Maybe some fluff between them on a rare quiet moment?

Please and thank you!

notes: my first James | Mary fic! I'm glad you came back and hope you enjoy!

pairing: James Kidd | Mary Read x Reader

word count: 0.3k

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST /RULES /TAGLIST FORM

Just the two of us

The sound of hammering rain and a distant summer storm lulled your senses into relaxation as you laid on your lovers chest, having foregone her bindings in the privacy of the inn room you had hired for the week while the ship was undergoing various upgrades, brought with the spoils of the crew’s piracy. 

She smelled like soap from your recent shared bath and that underlying scent of salt that both of you doubted you would ever be able to rid yourselves of, no matter how many baths you took. It was in the very air that you breathed day in and day out, in your hair, your skin. You hummed contentedly as you nuzzled against the skin of her chest, her robe laying rather open. 

Her fingers gently ran through your wet hair, humming shanties so quietly and idly that sometimes her voice dropped out, more focused on weaving and unweaving your hair into little braids. 

“I like this…” You murmured as you traced the lines of the floral tattoo on her chest. She hummed at you in a question as she tilted her head down a little to get a better look at your face. “When we get quiet, private moments, just the two of us. No one to order around, no one ordering us around, no pretending to be other people...” You leaned up a little, pushing yourself up on your elbows to press a sweet kiss to her red-stained lips. She enjoyed wearing lipstick when there was no one around but you or Anne – and if anyone ever questioned James about his lipstick, you would simply cut in to say that it was yours that had rubbed off on him, fiercely protecting your dearest's true identity “I love James, don’t get me wrong.” You gave your lover a playful peck to the lips, “But Mary feels like she’s all mine, a rare privilege for me to see, to love.” 

“And all her love is yours.” Mary quickly turned the two of you over, making you giggle as her body weighed down yours. Her lips were on yours again and you brought your hands up to tangle in her hair that was much longer now that it was not being held up by the headband. 

“And my love is all yours too…” 

☾ ⋆ﾟ Buy me a coffee?

🏷️ @writing-noah

[mcu-padawan]

I loved this so much! Luke is so sweet and caring and simply AMAZING ❤️

“Am I yours?”

“Always, Luke.”

“Then, I give you all of me.”

The way I YEARN for this man 😔🤚🏼❤️

Consume me

18+ only, nsfw, language, sexual content

Luke Skywalker x Female Reader

a short, prompt 'I give you all of me', request for @reginasansrex 💕 for the 300 followers celebration

A brush of two palms, soft, in their exploration of one another, find themselves woven together by the threads of your fingertips; a touch between lovers intertwined into an impenetrable seam. It is a feeling you know all too well; effortless in their gravitation, falling apart in their inevitable surrender.   

Familiar is his youthful charm, a reminder of days past found in the reflection of brilliant blue; you've become lost in Luke Skywalker's eyes, saved from your affectionate wandering with the subtle appearance of his kiss.

For a moment your foreheads touch, feeling the remnants of a Dagobah fog along your skin; the gentle mist, dripping from the strands of Tatooine gold that remind you of home. In your silent moment of pause, he brushes the dew away, closing the space between you with a press of his hips; falling back on your heels where you shift. 

Your kiss becomes eager where you've fallen, crashing into each other at every possible angle, as your clothes disappear into a pile on the floor. 

Luke takes to your bottom lip, biting along its edge; his cock now hardened by the warmth of your breath against him. You palm him there once over, the feeling of his arousal deepening the way your tongues have encircled each other in their rapture. 

The strength of his arms frame your head where it meets your pillow, outlines of newly formed muscle accenting his shoulders handsomely. In some ways he's different, but in others, very much the same, especially when his charm lights his whisper; and when the spark of your name lights a match in the fire of your belly, you quiver.

"Is this alright?"

Breathless, his words are sincere when you nod a simple "yes"; the caress of your cheek, a confirmation that he knows. 

Luke, forever tender and kind, leans down to kiss you once more, changing course along the nape of your neck where your pulse has quickened; his marks left behind in a pattern of muffled words over your skin.

"Good …"

And his thumb becomes lost over the peak of your clit, slick and ready for him, moaning against the tension of tightly pressed circles and an ache for something just the slightest bit more.

Your eyes are pleading, yearning, speaking to him in the way they flutter closed at his touch, the tip of his swollen cock flush along the inside of your thigh before he lines himself up with your sensitive center. 

"Am I yours?"

"Always, Luke" 

"Then, I give you all of me."

At your sigh of relief, he leans into you, thrusting forward where you've wrapped yourselves around each other at the waist. Only when you've pressed deep indents into the bare flesh of his back does he slow his movements; your hips, answering the deep hum of your name with the rise and fall of his chest.

In the shadows of your dimly lit room, you indulge in the comfort of your shared bliss, exhausting all that remains of your energy in a swift fall over the edge.

Using the sign of your hands where they push and pull against the mess that is your sheets, he draws your heart in closer. Luke, ready to chase after the impending wave that threatens to consume you; and when it does, he is there, patiently waiting to see you through it all.

… 💙

a/n -- hope you enjoy this! please let me know what you think xo

taglist -- [please let me know if you would like to be removed, feel free to ignore 💙] @i-am-i-am-obiwankenobi @hugmekenobi @shaaktease @fistmebuckyskywalker @blondekel77 @saxophonegirl97 @corellians-only @rentskenobi @haydens-moles @maybege @profkenobi @mcu-padawan

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Prom Dare - Eddie Munson X Female Reader - November 11th

Title: The Prom Dare

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Dustin, Beth (OC), Mary-Ann (OC), and an unnamed girl

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |

WC: 4,288

Warnings: Manipulation, bad friends, rude moms, Reader has a mother, Reader wears make-up and dress, suggestive, dares, agnst, fluff, and misunderstandings

"Alright, Beth, it's your turn." Mary-Ann spoke from across the Truth Or Dare circle.

"Okay... Uh, Y/N... Truth or dare?" Beth asked you, her green eyes piercing yours.

You were at one of your friend's houses. She was throwing a party and you had nothing to do, so you decided to go. When the idea of truth or dare came up, you were a bit hesitant. But, that didn't stop your friends from convincing you to play. You still felt apprehensive about it though because this was your first time playing truth or dare. And now here you were, sitting across from Beth as she stared back at you, waiting for an answer. Her short blonde hair looked amazing against her pale complexion and her green eyes seemed to be gleaming just a little. She had always been out to get you.

You wished you never became friends with them in the first place but you basically had no choice. When you started high school, you were shy and weird and had no friends. Beth, Mary-Ann, and the others had come up to you in the beginning and invited you to join their table at lunch. The thought of finally having friends overthrew the worry of how terrible they might've been. You were tired of being lonely. And, you, desperate for friendship, was your downfall into the dark abyss of fake friends and blackmail.

"Dare," You said, looking down. "Might as well, right?" You chuckled shyly with a shrug.

Beth chuckled, smirking, "Mm, I dare you to ask The Freak out to Prom."

You froze. Eyes wide as your jaw slowly dropped. "Are... Are you serious... I can't do that." You laughed at the absurdity.

It's not like you didn't like the guy. Against the judgment of your 'friends', you really liked Eddie. You didn't want to ask him based on a dare. You doubted he'd even say yes to you. You were considered a very popular girl. He was just some freak who everyone ignored. But, to you, he was misunderstood. He was just a guy who likes metal music, leather, and tattoos.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Mary-Ann said, laughing. "I mean if you don't do the dare... You know what we have to do..." She smirked, and you let out a shaky sigh.

You couldn't refuse. Why did you say 'dare?' Oh god... "Fine..." You sighed, slumping your shoulders.

~~~

The next day, you stood at your locker with your so-called friends as they giggled and spoke in hushed voices. You let out a sigh as you shut your locker. Eddie was at his own locker, talking to some kid you knew from his D&D club. He was laughing at something the kid had said, nudging his friend's shoulder jokingly. You couldn't help but stare until Beth gained your attention.

"Do it." She demanded in your ear, grinning from ear to ear. "Don't be a wimp."

You let out another sigh as your brain fought your heart until your brain finally won and you slowly walked over.

"Hey." You greeted the two, feeling rather awkward as Eddie stared down at you.

Eddie gave you his typical smile, "What can I do for you, princess?" He asked, placing his hands in his jeans pockets.

Your face grew warm and you could feel your cheeks flush. You cleared your throat nervously, "Uh, I wanted to ask you something."

He raised an eyebrow curiously, tilting his head to the side. "What's up?"

You tried to think of what to say. Should you tell him the truth? What if he doesn't want to go with you anyway? Maybe you could back out? No, you knew what Beth would do...

"I was wondering... If you'd like to go to Prom with me?" You blurted out, voice wavering slightly as you saw his eyes widen in surprise.

His mouth opened and closed several times before he stammered out, "That's... Um... Wow."

Mary-Ann and Beth burst out into laughter from afar, causing you to blush embarrassed.

Eddie gave you a small smile, "Sure... Yeah... I'd like that."

You smiled back, "Okay, cool! Uh, awesome." You said in relief and shock.

"I can pick you up," Eddie stopped you. "If that's okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah. That sounds great. I'm... I'm gonna go." You laugh awkwardly, before turning around, your smile instantly turning into a frown as you immediately felt bad. You felt so sick to your stomach. How could you do that? Did you seriously just ask him to prom? Of course, you would've loved to go with him, but without a dare holding you to it.

You slowly walked back over to your friends, them all cackling like the witches they were.

"Oh my god! Look who has a brain! The Freak is going to take you to Prom!" Mary-Ann squealed as she clapped, and Beth gave her an evil smirk.

"I told ya! That was easy!" She giggled.

"Shut up!" You growled, glaring at both of them. "This is stupid. You know the reason why I did this." You huffed, before quickly walking away from them.

~~~

"Dude! She asked you out!" Dustin exclaimed, patting Eddie on the shoulder.

Eddie smirked lightly, "See, Henderson? I told you she liked me."

Dustin rolled his eyes, "Just because you catch her looking at you doesn't mean that she likes you..."

Edie shrugged, "She asked me though. Thank god cause I didn't think I could do it myself. She is so metal." He dreamily sighed, smiling at where you had walked down the hallway.

"Yeah, I didn't think you could either," Dustin replied, only for Eddie to hit him on the back of the head.

~~~

Walking down the aisle with your mother, you gazed from dress to dress; looking for the one to wear to Prom.

"So, you asked Eddie?" Your mother finally spoke up from beside you.

You looked up at her briefly, face flushed as you nodded. "Yeah, I did. What about it?" You said defensively.

She pursed her lips together, "Well... Well... It's just... I was hoping you'd go with someone on the team? What about john? He really is nice, and I thought he was interested in you... This Eddie kid, he's not exactly your type..."

"What does that matter, Ma?" You frowned, feeling more and more frustrated. "John's a jerk, and how do you know who I like or not?"

"Have you even given John a chance?" She continued, watching you intently.

You huffed, "Of course I have! But he-"

"But, you're too scared to actually give it a real shot!" She interrupted, "You should've waited for John to ask you to Prom." She sighed, shaking her head.

You frowned, "Why are you doing this? Why are you getting involved in this? You promised me you wouldn't get into it anymore." You scowled, placing your hand over your forehead angrily.

"I am your mother," She said simply. "And, I will do what I see fit."

"I don't need you telling me what to do," You grumbled, folding your arms over your chest. "I'm eighteen."

"No, you are not!" She snapped, eyes narrowing. "Until you move out of my house, you won't be a child."

You glared at her, "Whatever. Let's just get a dress and go. I have homework."

~~~

You glared at the dress on the hook in your open closet. Your dear mother picked it out, since she said that it would look nice on you. It was ugly, to put it plainly. The dress was white and made of lace and silk. In fact, the entire outfit looked like something your grandmother would wear to a wedding. There was a puffy skirt with a high turtleneck and long puffy sleeves. You hated it. It made you look old-fashioned. You loathed it. But, your mother wanted to see it again.

"Ugh..." You groaned, looking up at yourself in the mirror.

You grimaced, pulling the dress down a little more.

"What's the problem?" Your mother asked, placing her hands on her hips as she stared at you through the mirror.

"I hate it. I look terrible." You mumbled, clenching your fists at your side.

Her eyes widened, "You look beautiful!" She exclaimed, "Come here, let me fix your makeup."

You sat down in front of your vanity. "I don't want to wear it. It's not me." You complained.

"You'll wear it, and like it. I paid good money for this." Your mother seethed, jabbing the makeup brush in the blush palette. "And, you're gonna wear it. You can't go to prom with your messy and ratty hair. You'll regret it later if you do."

You sighed, glancing out the window. You didn't know why your mother wanted to test run the dress, hair, and make-up. The prom was a couple of days away.

That night, you slid out of your bed, grabbed your over-the-shoulder bag, and headed to your window. You slid it open and climbed out, before walking all the way back to the store. Just like prom, your mother had bought you a dress for homecoming too. That dress, you had no choice in wearing, and just like the prom one, you felt terrible in it. What made it worse was your so-called friends had made fun of you. You didn't want that to happen again.

You finally made it to the dress shop, an hour before it closed. You wandered around and found the dress you had an eye on when you came in the morning. It was beautiful. It was blue with black details of leaves and flowers. What fabric it was, you didn't know. But, it was soft to the touch. It even came with its own black silk gloves. It had a low-cut neckline and a fitted waist. The skirt flowed out into a ballerina shape. The skirt of the dress was long, ending just below your ankles. Taking it off the hook, you immediately bought it.

Climbing up the side of the house, you silently got back into your window, quickly hiding your new dress in an old box under your bed. You quickly chucked off your shoes and flopped on your bed, feeling more excited about the prom than you had before.

~~~

Sitting on the bottom of the stairs, you sat in your terrible dress and uncomfy shoes. Even your scalp was in pain from the tight top bun your mother gave you. You were at least glad that your mother didn't make you look like a clown with the makeup she put on you. You held your bag close to you as you waited for Eddie. You had your dress inside it. Thankfully, your mother bought the lie that you had some books you had to put back in your locker while you were at school.

Hearing the van pull up, you perked up, your mother at the entranceway to the living room sighing dramatically as she rolled her eyes. You were mortified that Eddie would have to see the terrible dress your mother had bought you, but you just told yourself you'd change soon and let out a sigh. A knock came at the door, making you jump slightly as you stood up. You pushed the hem of your dress down, smoothing it out as best you could as you walked to the door. Opening it, you spotted Eddie, smiling down at you. He was wearing what he usually wore, though he wore unripped black jeans, a nicer band shirt, and a black leather jacket over that. He looked very handsome... As always.

"Like the dress." He spoke first, giving you a once-over.

"Thanks..." You answered softly, as your mother crossed her arms, glaring at Eddie.

"Have her back by nine." She growled and Eddie nodded to her with his smile, giving her a small salute.

"No probs, ma'am. Nice meeting you." Eddie spoke, before offering his arm to you, which you quickly took.

As your mother slammed the door behind you, you let out a huge sigh. Eddie looked at you momentarily before opening the passenger-side door for you and getting on his side. Turning on the van and pulling out of the driveway, Eddie gave you a side glance, smirking slightly.

"Did I tell you how nice that dress looks on you?" He asked and you raised your hand to stop him.

"Stop, please." You sighed frustratedly as you then rubbed the bridge of your nose. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better about this. My mother picked it and I hate it. That's why when we get there I am changing."

Eddie curled an eyebrow, "Changing?"

"Yep." You popped the 'p'. "That's why I have this bad boy." You spoke, patting your bag in your lap. "I bought another dress and snuck it with me."

"Smart. Why did your mother pick the dress?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.

"She thinks he can dress me up like some little barbie doll and all I have to do is smile prettily." You huffed, turning to look out the window as Eddie laughed. "She never asks me what I want! She doesn't even care. I don't want to try out for cheerleading. I don't want to go out with John. And I don't want to pretend to be someone I am not."

Eddie hummed, frowning slightly. You weren't the popular young woman he thought you were. You weren't stuck up or anything like that. You just didn't like to get involved. You kept your head down and tried to stay out of trouble.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all that." He spoke, and you shook your head.

"Not your fault, Eddie. Not your fault at all. I'm just being stupid." You turned to face him, taking his hand in yours, squeezing gently.

He squeezed back, hoping you could see he fierce blush on his face, "You're not stupid, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling as you let go. "Prom's about having fun, and we're going to have a blast. I promise."

Eddie smiled, nodding, "Okay, well, let's go." He spoke, smiling widely as he pulled the van up to the curb.

You giggled a bit as he opened your door for you, helping you out of the van and into the building.

Grabbing a hold of your bag, you stopped at a bathroom before turning to Eddie. "I'll be right back." You spoke quickly before rushing in to change.

Eddie stuffed his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall as he waited, the smile on his face never falling. He couldn't believe he was at prom with you. You were so pretty, and he loved your hair. He loved everything about you. He wished you didn't have to hide who you were from everyone else. He didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't know what he was doing. He just knew he needed you.

A few minutes later, you slipped out of the bathroom. Eddie turned to look at you as you walked over, his eyes wide at your new appearance. You held your bag at your side, as you pulled the tight ponytail off, letting your hair loose and hanging down free. You had a smile on your face as you stopped in front of him.

"So? What do you think? Definitely a glow-up, right?" You asked with a laugh and Eddie nodded, speechless.

"You look... Stunning" He spoke softly, mouth dry as he wet his lips.

"Really?" You blushed, looking down.

"Yes... Totally..." He spoke, grabbing your chin with his fingers. "You look like royalty."

You smiled, your face flushing, "Thank you, Eddie."

Oh, how you said his name. Eddie shook his head, "No problem, princess." He sighed, "Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm once more which you gladly took.

"We shall."

~~~

Walking into the gym, the live band was playing music as couples were already dancing. Your eyes scanned the crowd as you slowly walked towards the refreshment table. Taking a drink from your glass, you spotted your friends sitting together, laughing as they talked. You quickly looked away, and Eddie noticed how you suddenly tensed. Placing his hand on your bare shoulder; he looked at you.

"Are you alright?" He asked and you nodded, remembering the whole dare that started this.

"I'm great, yeah. Let's uh, let's dance." You spoke, grabbing Eddie's hand and dragging him to the dance floor as a slow song began.

The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment before you took Eddie's hands and reset them on your waist, wrapping your arms around his neck; pulling you both closer together. You swayed with each other, your eyes locked onto his. You didn't realize that your friends were staring at you and you didn't care. All you cared about was the fact that you were here with Eddie and that he was holding you close.

You felt Eddie squeeze tighter, before you heard him speak. "You look so beautiful tonight."

You blushed, your cheeks burning red as you leaned your head on his shoulder, "Thank you. You look really great too."

Eddie hummed, "I couldn't believe that you asked me out. I've liked you for a long time, Y/N." Eddie confessed, making you pull back slightly from Eddie with wide eyes.

"Really? I like you too." You spoke softly, trying to keep the nervousness from showing. "I mean, I've liked you since I was a freshman."

Eddie tilted his head, his brows rising as he stared at you. "You have been crushing on me for years?" He asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, but you're too good for me, Eddie. I'm not worth your time. You do what you want. You don't care what others think. I aspire to be just like you, to have your same confidence." You spoke softly, shyly.

Eddie chuckled lightly, shaking his head, "Impossible. You are the most perfect girl I have ever met. But thank you, Y/N."

Smiling softly, you nodded your head. "Thank you." You spoke again, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling back with a breathy sigh.

Eddie watched you as you pulled away, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. The way you leaned into him made him feel warm inside. He didn't know what was happening between you and him. It was so fast and unexpected. It was as if time slowed to a stop as you stared into Eddie's dark eyes before your eyes landed on his lips. You wanted to know what they tasted like, to know if he was as sweet as he seemed. You didn't think twice before reaching up to touch him.

Your entire world stopped as your lips with his own. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of you. You moaned softly as his hands lifted from your waist and ran up your sides as he pressed himself against you. He held you close as he deepened the kiss, one of his hands grasping the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your silky hair. You grasped onto him tighter, your own hand gently tugging at his curly locks. You melted to him. Your body melted into his as you kissed passionately.

"You taste like rainbows..." He whispered against your lips, kissing you again.

"Rainbows?" You hummed, as Eddie broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked down at you.

"Like rainbows... Cotton candy... Strawberries... Do you have chapstick on or something?" He asked, his mind on cloud nine as you looked up at him, giggling.

"No, I don't think so. My mother hates makeup on lips, she says it's disgusting." You spoke softly as the music slowly ended, "Thank you for coming with me, Eddie."

Eddie nodded, heart still racing, as was yours, "Of course."

"Well, I'm going to go to the ladies' room. Could you get me a drink while I'm gone?" You asked and Eddie nodded, squeezing your waist before letting you go.

"Sure thing, princess."

~~~

Eddie watched as you walked out of the gym, sighing as he walked over to the refreshments table, grabbing two cups and filling them with the punch.

"Oh my god, she did it. I can't believe it." Eddie heard from his spot at the table.

"I know right? She actually asked that fool out! What a loser!" Another girl laughed, making Eddie roll his eyes.

"I mean, we did dare her to do it. It wasn't like Y/N had a choice!" The other girl screeched, making Eddie freeze.

What were they talking about?

"And he fell for it! He's as big of a loser as she is!" The first girl yelled happily, making Eddie feel his blood boil.

He didn't understand why they were calling you names like that. He didn't understand why you would do this. He didn't understand anything. Eddie filled the cup halfway, before he grabbed another cup, filling it with water from the cooler, and stormed out of the gym, leaving the girls behind. Eddie frowned as you rushed up to him with a huge smile. But, once you saw his frown, your smile also fell.

"Eddie? What's wrong?" You asked and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"You think I'm dumb, do you? I know about the dare." He spoke, raising an eyebrow. "I know what you and your little friends had set me up to."

You blushed, "Oh." You murmured softly. "That's not true though." You spoke quickly, grabbing his hand. "It's a misunderstanding. Let me explain, please." You begged with wide eyes only for Eddie to pull his hand away.

"I don't want to hear your lies." He spoke as he rushed out of the gym, following closely behind.

"No! Eddie. Please, listen to me."

You glanced over to your friends as you followed Eddie outside, watching them talking about you. You were done with them from now on.

"Stop following me." He spoke, chugging the punch before getting to his van, and tossing the empty cup inside.

"Eddie, please. Stop." You pleaded, finally reaching him as he finally turned around to face you, glaring down at you.

"I heard what they said, Y/N. You asking me to prom was a dare and I was dumb enough t fall for it." He spoke coldly, pointing at you. "I am not falling for any of your tricks, Y/N." He spat the words out angrily, causing you to gasp as you stared up at him in shock.

"I'm sorry Eddie. I didn't mean for it to happen. I swear." You spoke softly, placing your hand on his cheek as he shook his head, pushing your hand away. "Please, just... Let me explain... And, after if you want me to leave you alone... I will."

Eddie stared at you for a moment before nodding.

You let out a sigh, biting your lip briefly before speaking, "I was dared to ask you, that part is true."

Eddie scoffed but you quickly continued.

"But I didn't have bad intentions! Those girls dared me too because they knew I liked you and if I didn't ask you they..." You felt your eyes water, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. "Beth... She has blackmailed me. And she threatened to use it if I didn't do the dare."

Eddie's glare softened slightly, "Blackmail?"

You ran a hand through your hair as you sighed, "I... Beth found out that I..." You swallowed, pushing through, "That I had my first kiss with a girl..."

Eddie's eyes widened slightly. "Your first kiss was a girl?" He questioned, his voice sounding shocked.

"Yes, and Beth blackmailed me. If I didn't ask you to prom then she would tell everyone what happened. So, I thought that the best way to help myself was to just ask you." You spoke softly, wiping the tears away as you looked up at Eddie.

"And that's why you asked me?" Eddie asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Y-yes. But, I do really really like you, Eddie. What I said in there was all the truth."

Eddie sighed and looked down, he felt awful now, but he had to know one thing. "Did... Did the kiss mean anything to you?"

You smiled softly, "Yeah, it meant a lot. I... I love you, Eddie." You admitted shyly.

Eddie stared at you in shock as you blushed. Eddie blinked a few times before looking down at your hand, taking it in his own.

"I'm glad that you told me the truth."

You nodded, "Me too. I don't think I'll be hanging out with them any time soon."

"I wouldn't worry about that." Eddie smirked slightly as he leaned down, gently brushing his lips against yours.

His lips were soft as they pressed against yours, soft like silk. You kissed Eddie deeply, your hands running along his back as he groaned and cupped your face with his large hand. His other hand slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled back, staring into your eyes as he breathed heavily.

You smiled widely, "Maybe we should go somewhere else?"

"What about your nine o'clock curfew?" Eddie asked, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.

"What curfew?" You said before leaning up and kissing him.

Eddie nodded, humming, before breaking the kiss, "I know a place."

You smiled brightly as you nodded your head, "Yeah?"

Eddie grinned before kissing you again, deeper this time. He pushed you against the side of the van and pinned you against it, kissing you heatedly. He pulled away, the both of you breathing heavily, "Yeah. If you want to." He asked and you nodded, smiling lightly.

"Take me. I'm yours."