#mary ann x female reader

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Mary Ann x fem!reader

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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

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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.

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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.

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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."

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Jamie Speaks:

Mary Ann is just the cutest.

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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 🫣

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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.

[tarjapearce]

Iridiscent

PirateAU! Miguel x Mermaid! Reader

Thanks to @sarapaprikas-blog for the idea ❤️✨. Been loving to experience with different AU'S lately ✨. Hope you like!

Warnings: Mild angst and historical figure mentions, implied mysticism ~

Prologue ✨

Pt. 2

As far as history was told, the sea had been the biggest grave in the world. Countless men, nations and civilizations perished under the might of the ever infinite sea. Not many dared to venture, after all, the stories of countless ships sunk under behemoth waves reached through all dry land known.

But that didn't stop the greatest empires to expand and colonize newly discovered lands thanks to years of observation. Many thought of the sea a living being, a being that could be tamed or at least controlled enough to small civilizations to be born in lands people only dreamed of.

However, as the sea earned it's title of a living creature, the mysticism around it grew. Many believed the sea was a she, and bringing a woman on board only made her jealous. A common belief among outcasts and pirates. Something that was debunked as the golden age of piracy advanced.

But even so, the word spread around was that the sea favored female pirates better than men. Lagertha, Mary Read, Anne Bonnie, Zheng Shi, Grace O'Malley, to name a few of the most iconic pirates that against all, conquered, navigated, commanded and plundered at their contempt.

Many believed that they had done a pact with the devil himself, but others strongly believed that there were creatures below that left no trace once the women settled for a target. Mermaids.

Creatures often described as the beauty of death itself embodied. Beautiful women luring men to their inevitable deaths. Something, that some men longed for, and feared by others. The rumor was that if you caught a mermaid alive, the creature was bound to grant you a wish.

But for Miguel, they were nothing but myths and lies. A once young and naive self had ventured in the sea to find one, so he could cure his daughter once the land medics had abandoned all hope. And so he did, once his little girl had closed her twinkling innocent eyes, full of dreams, forever.

He was a changed man after that. He didn't allow his men to talk about such nonsensical things in his ship, Reina Gabriela, and poor of the man that was caught red handed. Reason had gotten him where he was, a feared outlaw among the Spaniards and English folk alike. Not by his overall intimidating looks, but the ruthless and cunning of his attacks.

The Red Eyed Demon, they called him.

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Miguel had settled the route towards an island that promised a proper restock of his resources. He would let his men unwind, he'd probably spend the night away with a well prepared courtesan. The type of woman that knew how to entertain him beyond the physical ways, once they were on land.

By sunset, he would be landing. The island itself wasn't a problem, the inhabitants of it were. At least for him, full of highly superstitious people, that were always showering him in foul smelling concoctions, lung itching fumes and heavy charms of protection to "cleanse the spirit of anything that could drag you and your ship down".

Isla del Sol, or Sunny Island as many called it, was like a secret hideway-paradise for Pirates that stopped by to rest. Opposite from what the Spaniards and English believed, the Island was run under the command of a council of five.

A retired English commander that did better as a pirate than a law enforcer named Edward, A Spaniard pirate well versed in the arts of administration named Xavier, A jamaican man which eloquence only rivaled the Queen's erudites themselves named Toussaint, An asian woman trained in the arts of killing and weaponry named Sheng Hyun, and a white haired chaman whose wisdom was often seeked by the rest.

So far the island had worked and thrived under their command. They had even asked Miguel to join them, because of his strategic and cunning mind. But of course, he refused. A man like him wasn't easily bound to bureaucratics, even though, ironically he had strict rules in his ship.

His men were loyal, after all, Miguel took proper care of his crew. Well fed, healthy, well armed, and now, well rested. Reina Gabriela approached the docks and soon the men worked. Some put the extended sails away, others put the weaponry in their place, others cleaned and so on. Everyone had a role aboard, and Miguel made sure for them to accomplish it.

He threw a small pouch of gold to a nearby man to watch over his ship as he was out. The island felt like another city, but difference was, that inside land there were no guards, no laws that didn't benefit them. And if anyone caused a ruckus, Sheng Hyun was sent to deal with it, personally.

His men scattered around, except for the quarter master, the cook, weaponry master, Navy Engineer and doctor. They discussed briefly the upgrades for the ship, new dishes to the menu, and new places to get weapons, medicines and sturdier woods from. He dismissed them once everyone had their list, then he was alone.

His feet took him nearby the merchants as they exposed their goods to everyone passing by. Guards uniforms, royal weapons and wax seals perfect for an unsuspecting ruse, medicines, a new type of powder that was a bit more waterproof, Chinese explosives, sedating darts, portraits of naked royal women, some gemstones, and of course, luck charms and talismans.

He scoffed as his eyes rolled at the various trinkets. He had to admit that whoever came with these ideas had found a gold mine that relied in people's blind faith, probably would shake their hand if he ever knew who it was. One trinket stood out from the rest.

It was an iridescent pearl, a quarter size of his palm, along some black and pearly scales protuding ontop. There was no chain around it to be worn, the merchant noticed him staring at the trinket and smiled.

"Good if y'wanna catch a mermaid. They love shiny things."

Miguel looked at him with an eyebrow quirked and a skeptical look.

"You seem confident enough to sell these... crafts."

"Ah, another nonbeliever. Tis'fine mate. I've dealt with so many like you before. Mostly of the non believing part roots from something denied to you in the past. Am'i'rite?"

Miguel's jaw clenched softly at the boldness of the man. He looked like the typical merchant with shady business on the side.

"Leave this man alone, Joseph." The chaman of the council spoke behind Miguel as she took the pearl in her old, wrinkled hands.

"Come" He motioned Miguel to follow. Despite being a highly spiritual woman, the council's chaman did not pressure him into believing, but rather spoke to him sometimes in riddles. Riddles that he grew tired of eventually. He followed.

"A surprise to find you watching these sort of trinkets, Miguel."

"Hard to not when they get stranger and colorful each time I come here."

The elder lady hooked her arm on his as she supported on Miguel, that secured her as he walked next to her.

"I'd be grateful if you wouldn't speak about anything mystic tonight."

"Wasn't my intention, boy. But I must say, you've got quite the eye for these things. It's a real pearl, if you wish to sell it."

Miguel kept walking, being led by the chaman.

"Or I could gift it to a mermaid" Miguel chuckled and the lady looked at him with curious eyes.

"Well, to do such thing, you'd have to find one first."

"I won't, cause they're not real."

The chaman smiled smugly at him.

"What would you do if your homeland got infested with rotting bodies, blood and so many other unpleasant things continuously?"

"I'd look for a new home." he humored, but the lady only nodded in approval.

"And what kind of home you'd look for?"

"One that wasn't near the cities or civilization. Probably a secret manantial or even a virgin island"

The lady smiled

"Congratulations, Miguel. You now have the first lead into finding a mermaid."

"You can't expect me to believe such things."

"No lo espero, pero sé que tu curiosidad por dichas criaturas ha aumentado. ¿Qué es lo deseas tener?" (I don't, but I know for sure that your curiosity for such creatures have peaked your interest. What is it you long for?)

Miguel looked down at the lady, wistfully and she rubbed his arm comfortingly. Like a grandma would.

"My dear. Mystical creatures can only do so much, Miguel. Sadly, bringing back the dead isn't something they can do."

"No sabes de lo que hablas. No me conoces" (You don't know what you are talking about. You don't know me)

He seethed the last words as his grip abandoned the lady. His body tensed when the chaman reached out again to take his large hand.

"Loss is part of our lives, Miguel" Her wrinkled hands put the pearl in his hand, hers covered his warmly, pushing the trinket further in his hands, "And we all move on eventually. Life is full of wonders, and who knows, maybe what you find ahead in your path is exactly what you need"

He nearly growled as another riddle was added to the list.

"Te dije que te dejaras de-" (Thought I told you to quit the-)

His mouth gaped slightly, the lady was gone. He was left alone with the pearl in his hand, "Acertijos..." (Riddles...) he sighed and stared at the pearl, to then tuck it back on his pocket.

What was he longed for?

[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.”

[cockslutpadalecki]

I posted 3,851 times in 2022

872 posts created (23%)

2,979 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@targaryenvampireslayer

@cherienymphe

@princessmisery666

@b3autyfuldisast3r

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

I tagged 3,849 of my posts in 2022

#feedback reblog - 1,256 posts

#answered - 688 posts

#recommendations - 235 posts

#anon - 235 posts

#lisa reads - 235 posts

#things i’m tagged in - 233 posts

#lisa’s 2022 reads of 2022 - 229 posts

#ask reblog - 191 posts

#hashtag: relatable content - 178 posts

#papi dorito - 150 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#ask yourself instead of why there are so many darkfics… why are there still people purposely not filtering their tags or seeking them out

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Summary: You’ve told Steve you’re not interested a hundred times, but he still won’t take no for an answer.

Characters: Dark!Best!Friend!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, explicit sexual content, nipple sucking, female masturbation, forearm choking, forced/unwanted orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.

A/N: Inspired by song of the same name by Marshmello Ft. Anne-Marie. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

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1,190 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#4

You asked for some thots.

How about mean!Steve, slight bullying and dumbification with the quote, "The only sound I want to hear is you choking on my cock."

Stains Like Red Wine

Summary: Even though you’re one of Bucky’s best friends, for some reason Steve has always had it out for you, intent on making your life hell whenever you come back to Brooklyn. And tonight is no different. 

Characters: Dark!Mean!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.7K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, Steve is a literal asshole but I still wanna suck his c*ck, bullying, misogyny, public humiliation, implications of dacryphilia, slut shaming, explicit sexual content, (slight) dumbification, use of pet name (peach), hate sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, female masturbation, finger sucking, gagging on fingers, slight size kink, some degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.

A/N: River, my fellow mean!Steve hoe. This story took everything out of me and I’m honestly terrified you’ll hate it, but here it is, aah. This is an AU but I don’t specify professions etc. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. And thank you to my amazing pre-reader and filth enabler @sweeterthanthis for your support as always.

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1,249 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

Star Spangled Sinner

Summary: You catch Steve doing something he shouldn’t.

Characters: 40s!Steve x Star Spangled Singer!Reader.

Words: 2.3K.

Warnings: voyeurism, explicit sexual content, jealous!reader, Steve is a little slut, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation, (slight) size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mention of multiple orgasms, mention of cream pies, 18+.

A/N: Re-watching all of the MCU films in timeline order and got inspired watching the scenes while Steve was on tour with the Star Spangled Singers... like, imagine if he was sleeping with one of them in each city they visited? This is what I made of that. Beta: @princessmisery666​​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

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2,041 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#2

No Vacancy

Summary: After taking an accidental detour on your way to a remote getaway, you and boyfriend Zach end up in the middle of nowhere with no other option than to spend the night at a seemingly desolate motel.

Still covered in the blood of their latest victim, killer duo Steve and Bucky head to the nearest motel to freshen up before hitting up the closest bar in search of a couple of one night stands to top their night off.

But when your paths cross, and the friends bear witness to the disrespectful way you’re treated, they decide to take out their pent up energy on you and Zach instead.

Characters: Dark!Steve x F!Reader x Dark!Bucky.

Words: 5.4K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, explicit sexual content, dom!Steve (ish), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), threesome, double penetration, anal play, anal sex, spit roasting, deep throating, oral sex (male and female receiving), multiple orgasms, mentions of cheating, (sort of) cuckolding, voyeurism, pistol whipping, creampie, murder, violence, Stockholm Syndrome (if you squint), 18+.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

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2,756 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

Summary: Steve has an illogical dislike of you, for reasons you’re unsure of. But when you find yourself at the apartment he shares with Bucky, and your heat begins to present itself, it’s only a matter of time until Steve’s Alpha instincts take over.

Characters: Alpha!Steve x Omega!F!Reader.

Words: 4K.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, claiming, hate-fucking, enemies to lovers, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, slight Dom!Steve, tiny amount of fluff, 18+.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. There are some POV changes within the story, but they are clearly highlighted. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine and many thanks to my pre-reader @navybrat817​ for being awesome as always.

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3,447 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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[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! April 22 - April 28, 2024

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

Burning Gold - by AppleBeryll; WIP, 3/?, 5.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Gray/Mary the Librarian | Marie, Claire the Farmer/Rick, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Cliff, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Doug | Dudley, Rick, Popuri, Saibara, Karen, Mineral Town Residents, Gray Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: Claire seeks a new life, will mineral town be what she's hoping for?

just relax - by dolorosamina; Complete, 1/1, 9.9k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Rock/Reader, Pony | Aya | Jill/Rock; Characters: Rock, Female Farmer, Pony | Aya | Jill Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some tags have been removed to remain Safe for Tumblr. Please see complete list on AO3** Angst and Fluff and Smut, Body Worship, Breeding, Creepy Fluff, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugged Sex, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Exhibitionism, Extremely Dubious Consent, Facials, Feral Behavior, Forced Pregnancy, Mating Press, Non-Consensual Touching, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Oral Fixation, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Reader-Insert, Bad Decisions, Teasing, Touch-Starved, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Unsafe Sex, Yandere, Biting, Dubious Morality, Hallucinogens, Aphrodisiacs, Coercion, Crying During Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dirty Talk, Hair-pulling, Humiliation, Maledom, Manipulation, Marking, Mind Break, Non-Consensual Groping, Possessive Behavior, Pregnancy Kink, Scratching, Verbal Humiliation, Violence, Withdrawn Consent, Reader Being Somehow Dumber Than Rock, Rock Being Just a Little Bit All Over The Place, Rock fans don't look, Psychological Horror, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Slow Build, (More Like Slow Boiling a Frog in a Pot) Summary: “Thought I’d, eh… teach you a few lessons on how to relax. Don’t mean to brag, but I’m kiiiind of an expert on destressing…” Out of the kindness of his heart, Rock graciously decides to play doctor to an overworked, sleep-deprived farmer. A story about friendships, alarm bells, and smashing the snooze button until they break.

Tumblr Posts for A Wonderful Life Characters - by actaeoncross; WIP, 45/?, 47k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Multiple Characters x Reader - Relationship; Characters: Cecilia | Celia | Seperia, Cody | Gordy, Daryl, Flora, Gustafa, Lumina, Marlin | Mash | Matthew, Muffy | Molly, Nami, Rock, Reader Summary: A collection of Tumblr posts for A Wonderful Life Characters x Reader prompts.

Daryl's Heart Events - by actaeoncross; Complete, 1/1, 1.6k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Character: Daryl Additional Tags: Heart Events Summary: These are my thoughts/headcannons on how Daryl's heart events would go if he was a bachelor. This includes his introduction events through the 8/Yellow heart event.

Sakura - by Moomieluv; WIP, 6/?, 11k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Harvest Moon 64 Additional Tags: Friendship/Love Summary: A young woman taking over her grandfather's farm in Flowerbud Village forms relationships where she least expects them.

becoming home - by blushroomx; WIP, 2/?, 5.0k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Farmer/Muffy | Molly, Vesta/Flora; Characters: Takakura, Ruby | Lou, Celia | Seperia, Patrick | Pasaran, Nina, Romana, Lumina, Griffin | Gavin, Nami, Harvest Goddess, Mukumuku Additional Tags: enby farmer, takakura is gay, Everyone Is Gay, goddess lore, POV Multiple, Alternate Universe - Demons Summary: Forgotten Valley was always a secluded oasis inhabited only by the Goddess and her chosen creatures. But the Goddess' heart has a weakness for those who are lost, and over the years her home has become a sanctuary for nomads, wanderers, and those in need of a different life. However, the more people who come and go from the valley, the more the Goddess' presence degrades, putting the valley at risk to threats both spiritual and mortal. Ultimately, the goddess is fading, and once one is invited to her ancient pocket of the world, her magic threads through them, weaving into skin, bone, and spirit to enmesh them with the tapestry of her land. If the Goddess is not fully restored to the earth, it could cost Forgotten Valley's residents more than just their tranquil refuge - their entire lives could be at stake.

Fact and Friction - by actaeoncross; WIP, 6/?, 7.6k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: A Wonderful Life, Animal Parade Relationships: Daryl/Pony, Cecilia/Nami mentioned, Gordy/Matthew mentioned, Rock/Molly mentioned, Gustafa/Lumina mentioned; Characters: Daryl, Pony | Aya | Jill, Forget Me Not villagers, Wizard Gale, Witch Vivi, Harvest King Ignis Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Supernatural Elements, Suspense, Romance, NaNoWriMo 2023, Not Beta Read Summary: Struggling to come to grips with the death of her parents, Pony moves to Forget-Me-Not Valley. She tries to avoid being involved with sprites, gods, or goddesses, only to be drawn in against her will. Pony's only help to solve the disappearance of the Harvest Goddess involves three enthusiastic but not very helpful sprites and a scientist. She slowly learns that she cannot run from herself and to come to terms with her past and feelings—even those for the infuriating scientist.

Alternate Scenes for Fact and Friction - by actaeoncross; WIP, 1/?, 1.0k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Daryl/Pony | Aya | Jill, Celia | Seperia/Nami, Cody | Gordy/Marlin | Matthew, Muffy | Molly/Rock, Gustafa/Lumina; Characters: Daryl, Pony | Aya | Jill, Lumina, Gustafa, Rock, Muffy | Molly, Cody | Gordy, Marlin | Matthew, Nami, Celia | Seperia, Cecilia Additional Tags: Not Beta Read Summary: This is a collection of alternate points of view, expanded scenes, and extra scenes that didn't feature or fit within the main work for Fact and Friction.

Don't Eat Flowers - by Maymist; Complete, 12/12, 22k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Nami/Pony | Aya | Jill; Characters: Nami, Pony | Aya | Jill, Rock, Reader Additional Tags: Lesbian Character, Inspired by Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons, Mentions of Other Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons Games, Blue Feather, Romance, LGBTQ Character, POV Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship Summary: The new farmer girl in Forgotten Valley attempts to give Nami some flowers to, er… totally give the hint that she's romantically interested in the very much reserved tomboyish red-head. Nami completely jumps to conclusions and misunderstands though, and that's where this silly romance begins. What kind of other madness will ensue?

At the bottom of the river - by FemboyCookie; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Rock/Sion; Characters: Rock, Sion Additional Tags: Fluff Summary: He couldn't be… trying to catch fish barehanded, could he?

[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.

[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

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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…” 

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