#okay we had only seen eachother like twice maybe?

[thefestusfiles]

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Would you ever right a piece about birth complications with brock boeser maybe like a premie little babe 🥹

Baby | Brock Boeser x reader

Summary: Brock comforts you as you had just given birth to your baby. Brock and your baby had came out about two months early, he’s just a preemie.

Warnings: none?!

A:N- I’m scared. I got to tired so I hope this kinda flops?!

I was due on the 15 of May. Brock and I’s baby had ended changing plans and popped out the 7th of March. I mean it’s still I nice birthday, in the late hockey season, summer is around the corner, just perfect timing. Only problem is that my baby is a premature child.

Doctor said that he has a very low chance of having normal a healthy life. I’m sure he’ll have a perfectly fine devil outisde but he’ll be in the schools repeating grades, but that doesn’t matter to me.

I’m scared I’ll lose the love of my life. Brock went down to grab me some ice chips, I didn’t want him to hear the news.

“Hey babe.” Brock says walking in with a paper cup of ice. “Eat up.” He hands me the cup and I chop down on them.

We haven’t seen our baby in 17 hours. I gave birth to him about 19 hours ago, but he went straight to the NICU. “I’m sure he’s okay.” Brock comforted me, I think it’s more for himself. Brick starts to pace back and forth across my room.

“I need to pee, help me up.” I say as I reach for a hand. I have my diapers on, they have an ice pack inside and cooking pads. No one told me that eveb having a premature baby is still exhausting. Such a small baby hurts to push out.

“He’s okay.” Brock says finally, no question and no lie. Only confidence.

Brock walks me to the bathroom and locks the door as he walks in with me. He helps me stand up and wipe. Gross.

I’m bleeding literally everywhere.

“How are you holding up?” Brock checks in on me. I’m fine. That’s what I should say but I start crying.

Truthfully, I’m terrified.

“I don’t want to lose him.” I say, I can’t breathe, I fall to the ground. Brock pulls my diaper up and washed mine and his own hands. He picks me up from the ground and tick me in my bed.

My heart rate is really fast. I need water.

“Baby, just look at me. We can always try again. Besides, Cruz will be okay. He’s going to be okay. That’s what the doctor said.” I love the name Cruz. It’s a perfect baby name, and the perfect grown man’s name.

I look into Brock’s blue eyes, and I just stare at the window that points towards the hallway in the hospital. Brock takes my cup of ice that melted and he drinks it. He’s obviously nervous too, so I have to be there for him as well.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, I know he’s not. I mean he’s probating the same I do. “No.” He states, plane and simple. He isn’t okay.

“Did you go watch him on the window? I look into his eyes, and at his overgrown beard, his blonde ashy hair, it’s a mess. I love it that way. It’s so personal that way, so intimate, seeing eachother so tired, exhausted, and a total wreck.

“No, but I’ll head down and take pictures for you.” Brock insists as he hold my hand and kisses it. He walks out and I’m alone.

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It’s been about a month after Cruz has been born. We all made it out of the hospital but it’s been difficult. Cruz sees the doctor about twice a month, he has special milk, and he’s super fragile. I can’t even hold my own baby.

I know it seems wrong to keep Cruz at home with us, but Brock lives him, and I adore that.

~

It’s been 5 months. Cruz is a healthy and strong baby, but it’s been hard to keep him in his playroom when I’m cooking. He’s to strong.

“He’s so cute.” Brock whimpers as he puts Cruz into his crib. “I love him.” Brock whispers as he takes my hand and pull me onto our room. He sits me down and starts kissing me on my neck down.

“Baby number two?” I laugh out. I hope so.

“Yes. But maybe later.” Brock walks out of our room and come back with a big smile.

“I got you some..” Brock stalls and he opens this big pan of brownies. He knows I love brownies. I’ve been cleaning, nurturing, and cooking all day. I’ve been busy and haven’t had time to relax. This is it. Relaxing with Brock.

“I love you.” Brock nudged me after taking a bite into a brownie. We sit in our bed for hours until Cruz woke up.

[cutesharkstudios]

Lumity Comfort Ch.3: This Clown Again

Luz's menace walked towards her with a smug smile and a high head. She leaned directly into Luz's face, practically sneering at the now scared girl. Amity put her hand on Emma's sholder, making herself clear that she won't let Emma mess with Luz. As she was backing up, Emma noticed the pride flags the couple was wearing, and hatched a plan.

Emma: So the weirdo is into girls, why am I not shocked.

Luz: Why yes, I do like girls, particularlly this angel.

Emma: I thought you didn't belive in this stuff.

Luz: Okay a) you're and atheist, you don't get to tell me about my beliefs. And b) there is evidence that the one verse you know was mistranslated, and actually ment to not date KIDS, not those of the same gender.

Emma: Whatever, I just see you being happy and wanted to stop it. You're just so weird, and weirdos don't deserve happiness.

Amity: Don't talk to my girlfriend that way! You put her through enough!

Emma: You're not the only one with a partner. Hey Jack, come here.

Entering the room was Emmas boyfriend, Jack Rocksforbrains. He looked like a genderbent Emma, but taller, more muscular, and a snear so brazen that it was hard to look at. Jack walked up to his girlfriends side, and looked at Amity.

Emma: Jack, fix her. (snaps)

Jack was about to approach Amity, but he then felt a hand on his sholder. Turning around, he saw the owner of the cafe, looking absolutely livid, as he knew what was about to happen.

Owner: Leave. Now.

Emma: Excuse me?

Jack: I was about to fix her.

Owner: You listen to me! They were just minding their own business, and you walk up to them to do horrible things! I heard about you buffoons from Luz! You two are not welcome here! You, and you, GET OUT!

Jack and Emma left, but that won't be the last time they try to ruin a relationship.

Owner: (sighs) Allah give me strength. Are you two okay? I hope those two leave you alone. Have a good date.

After the owner left, Luz sat down, more than a bit rattled, and Amity began to worry.

Amity: Are you okay Luz? What did Emma mean by "fix me?"

Luz: Knowing Jack, he probably would have tried to kiss you against your will. Wouldn't be his first time. At my 10th birthday party, he tried to kiss me, even though I said I didn't like him. He backed me into the wall and tried to kiss me, only to be stopped by my mom, who proceded to scream at him. That is the one time I have ever seen mama angry.

Amity: Well, what about when you make a mistake?

Luz: She just explains my faults, shows me a better option, and takes the time to guide me through life.

Amity: Sorry that Jack did that to you. Say, you mentioned some people not liking it when people of the same gender are together. Maybe some time in the future, not now but later, you could explain it to me?

Luz: Sure. Anyways, what are you learning with Mama?

Amity: I am learning about mechanics. I didn't realize just how AWESOME machines are until I met your mom. She even let me create stuff from her old junk. Side note, I may have accidentally made a robot cat out of your old toaster and some magic. Oops.

Luz: Say, I know you use a lot of abomination magic, what other kinds of magic interest you.

Amity:(blinks twice) Huh, I never actually stopped to think about it. My mom always wanted me to join the emperors coven, but I only really use abomination magic since my dad taught me most of my magic. I guess I could try plant magic, maybe bond with Willow over that……

The two continued their conversation well into the evening, just enjoying eachother's company. They only stopped when the owner asked them to leave due to the closing for the night.

Luz: ….and that't why I love the Azura franchise so much.

Amity: Well your dad would be so proud of you. He's in a better place now and-

Owner: Um, excuse me.

Luz: Oh hi, is everything okay?

Owner: Just a heads up, we close in 30 minutes.

Luz: Wait. (Checks the time, 7:30pm) OH SHOOT! I am so sorry, Amity probably had plans this evening.

Amity: Not other than spending time with you. Again, sorry, we'll head home. This was lovely.

Owner: Come back soon.

When they got home, Camilla tackle hugged Luz and Amity. She asked where they were, since she didn't want to interupt their date, Luz explained, and Camilla got a good laugh from that.

Camilla: Well I'm just happy you two are okay. Maybe set a reminder next time. And I'm sorry THOSE idiots crashed your date. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again.

Luz: Well I have an idea, we know where she usually hangs out, so let's just avoid those areas when we're alone.

Amity: Good idea.

Outside their house, a certain figure stood in the shadows. It was Emma, taking notes of her victim, and how to ruin her happily ever after.

[flosalatus]

❌, 🌱 , 🔮

@knaivcs | Prompts I'd Like to Recive: Headcanons

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❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

It's hard to pin down the exact words because its a big cocktail of things that all bleed into eachother. His self worth, guilt, the desire to stick to the morals he's chosen, they all blend together and just make life a Struggle:tm:

I think if I had to narrow it down for this ask...the guilt. It's almost entirely self-imposed but he carries it none the less. Guilt for every life he fails to save or protect, taking every confrontation on his own shoulders because this or that town only ended up in trouble becuase he was there.

And he struggles so much with it because even if its something that can;t be helped, even if the blame more logically should be put on the people chasing after him, rather than his own sheer existance, he can't bring himself to see it that way.

All he knows is that danger and trouble follow him, people get involved, get hurt, and the easiest way to avoid that is not to let people near him.

So clearly, if he's the catalyst, it's all his fault, right?

🌱 ] what themes are relevant to your muse?

Oh man the amount of meta-analysis posts ive seen abt this subject on twitter.

Personally I think...I wanna narrow it down to/focus on the themes of...like...morality, choice, finding good in hopelessness, because those are what I personally see and enjoy most in Vash. There's so many, in the whole show, manga, just every medium of Trigun as a whole let alone what Vash represents, but for me?

Yeah, I think the theme of choices and morality, and moral choices, is a big one that I like to think abotu and play around with. Becuase Vash isn't 100% good and kind by sheer nature, he activly makes the choice to be how he is.

Sure it's made a little easier maybe by the fact he's an absolute sweetheart, but he's not incapable of violence. Of negitive emotions, fear and anger, lashing out. He just has a tight reign on it and choses not to. He choses to smile and let it all roll off his shoulders. Choses to be kind in the face of unending cruelty.

He chose his moral path, and sometimes he has to fight so viciously to hold onto it. He fights tooth and nail almost constantly to cling to the good in humanity, when the whole plant seems to be doing it's best to try and prove him wrong.

And that's just. Really fun and interesting to me.

🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

Just from the sheer fact that Trigun exists half way over the edge of the "being bible fanfic" cliff I wanna say he's been exposed to a decent level of christianity, but personally lands somewhere between "beleives but doesn't practice any faith" and "if god exists he hates me"

Okay but in all seriousness. Vash I think....he doesn't hate the idea of a higher being, and he's ABSOLUTELY never going to be the type of dismiss or look down on another persons religion, but he's just kind of...in a religious limbo, I guess.

I feel like, espcially after meeting Wolfwood (if we take as an example, a Wolfwood who is more religious...if dubiously)Vash has maybe sat down once or twice and tried to pray, if he's felt desperate enough, curious enough. He probbaly asked WW to teach him more about religion, too, since he probbaly got a barebones education thus far if that.

He's definitly not a practicing christian/catholic, doesn;t activly seek out god or let religion influence his life and decisions. But he can understand and even sometimes feel for himself the comofrt those kinds of people get from having a figure like God to take comfort or look for help in.

[worldswithoutendings]

I wish I could hate you [Eddie Munson]

pairing Eddie munson x Ex! Reader

summary: after a harsh breakup you get involved with the Hawkins mysterie

note: i've kinda had a slump because of school but I hope you guys like this little drabble before hell breaks loose (i'm uploading this on thursday (i'm freaking scared dude))

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ou sighed deeply, staring at the friendship bracelet you and Eddie both once shared. But after seeing him today and seen his arms only having the usual chain bracelet, no friendship bracelet in sight. Where you both had spend so long, and loving on. Only to realise. You two were really done. After 4 years of loving eachother terribly and deeply. After one rough breakup two months ago. You were officially done.

You wished it didn’t hurt you that badly. But that would be a terrible lie. Eddie broke up with you when you still had hard feelings for him. Being really happy you had already graduated from high school so you wouldn’t be seeing his face everyday. Maybe every so often when he would visit the music store. It made your heart burn badly, seeing his face. Wanting to grab his hands, his beautiful face. Listen to hours of him playing away on his guitar. The conversations induced with weed and beer. The intense conversations after a campaign. Now you had spent your days lonely, listen to casette tape. Working your days away in the music store while applying to colleges to get out of Hawkins badly.

‘l/n! we need your help” your deep thoughts get intruded by a hasty Dustin and Mike running into the music store “what can i help you with?’ you voice sounded croaked and Dustin gives you a pitiful smile “there is this thing, it’s real we swe- shit are we getting her involved in this? Oh god okay- well, Hawkins is cursed and there is another world where there are monsters and we’ve been there once or twice but the only way we can defeat it is by music so we need you best playlist there is” Dustin rambles on while Mike slowly turns white, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh “Hawkins haunted? Sure Dustin. Hellfire does take a toll on you after a while-‘ “hellfire has nothing to do with it!” Dustin screams through the store getting everyones attention.

“Dustin really?” you sigh and shake your head “told you she would never come with us” Mike hits Dustins’ shoulder “but, Eddie could be- well he already is. In terrible danger” “yeah i know, that’s why he broke up with me dustin, thanks for reminding me” you sound harsher than you intended to “sorry dustin” you mumble “i will make you a mixtape, i don’t want to be involved any further” the boys make a happy noise followed by lots of thank yous as they run out of the store “everywhere you look, you can’t seem to get rid of them do you” your friend says as she walks out with a box of new music and you rub your sweaty palms on your jeans “yeah unfortunately” you go on your break to make a little list of music to be on the playlist.

 In the evening you finished the playlist and were about to give it to dustin only for his mother to open the door “oh, goodevening miss henderson, is dustin home?” you ask and she frantically shakes her head “he is probably out to find that demonboy Munson” “oh, he asked me to make a playlist for him, can I give it to you?” “dustin asked me that you bring it to him personally dear” you couldn’t deny to hear the amount of scaredness she had in her voice. Apparently something happened you weren’t up to date with “do you maybe know where they are?” “you should ask wheeler about that hun” “okay thank you, sorry for disturbing you. Have a great night!” you walked back to your car.

Nancy brought you to the hideout where Eddie and Dustin were discussing moves. Nancy had filled you in with what was happening and you couldn’t lie but think they were all trying out Eddie’s new drugs. The stories you heard made you shake your head in denial. But knowing that Eddie is in hiding did make you feel protective of him.

When you arrive at the hideout you couldn’t help but sigh, has he eaten anything? Has he drank anything beside sixpacks? Dustin sprang up when he saw you both “l/n! you made it- oh shit” Dustin realised he didn’t tell eddie about you “she knows!?” Eddie starts yelling “she knows? She knows everything? I told you to not get her involved in anything!” his voice raises by every word he says “Eddie please, i’m only here to drop off a mixtape dustin wanted  badly” you try your best to sound harsh and unbothered. Which apparently works on him. He grabs the mixtape out of your hands and gives you one look “are you leaving now?” “ouch Eddie” you act like your hurt making Dustin snort “I’m leaving, have a great time guys” you wave them goodbye as you step out of the hideout back to your house. Trying to ignore the gut feeling of wanting to stay with them.

[introloves]

Aone having a FAT crush on a tiny quiet barista at his new favorite cafe, they’ve memorized his order and even makes sure to keep his favorite seat open every morning for him- maybe they go to his school too but they never really talk? They kinda smile at him and wave in the hallways but never talk?

THIS IS SO CUTEEEE!!!!! nd bc im me i turned it into smut :( sowwy

— first times + big dick aone, embarrassed abt his size + size kink + brief summary of aone x reader’s relationship before we get to the smut + hard smut towards the end + f! reader

he wouldn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything but you’d know by the way he he’s always mumbling when he gets to the counter, eyes shying away from your own, hands shaky everytime he’d hand you money, 2.25, every morning for his favorite cup of tea.

it’d always take you a couple seconds to put yourself back together, your own shaky hands tenaciously putting together his drink, perhaps making it with extra care.

he’d usually come alone, but on rare days there’d be a couple other faces. one in particular with brown sleek hair, would push him to mumble out words other than, ‘thank you’.

the teasing laughter and bright red coloring to his face was a dead giveaway. you’d only mess with your friends like this if there was crushing involved.

it’d make you burn up at the thought that he had a crush on you, he’s so big and intimidating and at first you’d have your guard up everytime he stepped inside, a looming presence not hard to notice.

but as the days went by, you’d see how much care he’d put into things. he’d take time to clean up his booth, make sure to recycle his cup, and always shyly nod his head towards you in a silent goodbye. on days where he feels especially brave, aone leaves a flower, one that he thinks most closely resembles your beauty.

on those days, when its your turn to clean the tables and you see a single, delicately picked flower, your heart thumps loudly in your chest.

you’d started falling for him before long.

and of course the dating starts shortly after.

you swear you’ve never felt love before him. he’s everything you needed, a nice security in an otherwise tumultuous and very scary world.

he holds you with arms that are twice as thick as yours, could squeeze you tight enough to hurt so very easy, but instead cradles you to sleep with so much care.

hands that work tirelessly, calloused, veiny and wide touch your face with a delicacy that doesn’t come naturally to someone of his size. he works at it, works at making sure he’s careful.

and you appreciate it, you do, but when you see him open jars for you with ease, reach over your head to pluck whatever you need from the top of shelves in stores, pick you up with no groan or strain, it makes your mind wander.

everything with him is so easy, so you don’t know why, when you’re slick between the thighs, throbbing with want for him, he makes it so hard.

he refuses your advances, pulls you off with a sad smile and jumbled words of,

“he’s not ready.” when you can clearly see he’s hard behind his pants.

it makes you cry, wondering if you’re not good enough. was the flustered flirting, kisses, and confession all just a big joke?

your tears break him, he hurriedly explains that it’s him. he won’t hurt you, can’t, refuses to.

“what are you talking about.” you hiccup, whipping away the tears.

“i just...” he sighs, running a palm down his face.

“i’m too big.”

your jaw nearly drops at that. the heat of embarrassment and lick of something hotter burns at your neck and tummy.

you’ve never heard or seen a man shy away because of his size, usually they boast and brag and have very little to boast and brag about.

you tell him it doesn’t matter, you want him. eyes wide and pleading, hoping he doesn’t shy away because you want him so bad.

his resolution is broken, he’s attracted to you after all. but you’re so small, so cute and plush and curvy in all the places he wants to sink his fingers into.

“i’ll be gentle.” he thinks when he finally grabs you, pulling you onto his lap.

he doesn’t miss the way your mouth shuts closed when you feel him, hips giving a small push against him to make sure you aren’t imagining him like this.

the kissing starts, fevered lips painting eachother in spit, shy moans leave the both of you.

foreplay is skipped, you’ve both held back long enough, and you wouldn’t let him anyways.

“not a good idea.” aone mumbles, but you don’t listen. you want him now.

one again you push at his weak spots, everything he does, he does to please you. but you make it seem that it’s quite the opposite, you want what he wants.

and aone is anything but an aroused man with a cute, soft, tiny girlfriend beneath him.

the first meeting of his cockhead against your leaking, twitching hole has him clench his teeth, hand placed heavy over your tummy to still your hips.

“it’s going to hurt.” he reminds you, but you still don’t care.

“i want you.” you breathe, it makes him hiss.

there were many steps you’d both taken together to get where you were.

from the first time he saw you at the café, bustling around with a smile that tugged at his heart, to a couple minutes ago, when you panted wantonly into his ear about how much you fantasized of him burying himself in you to the hilt, watching your eyes roll back as he pushes in is his favorite so far.

he’s not that expirienced, but knows that the growing wetness dripping onto his thighs with every squelch of your pussy as he sinks in is a good sign.

“g-god. nobu, you’re so big.” you chant.

he knows, he warned you.

but it’s not a bad thing, he thinks, because with just a few pumps in, the stretch he gives you, along with hips brushing against your clit, you’re already creaming around him.

he doesn’t blink the whole time you do, zeroed in on the shake of your thighs, fat squishing him against you, pussy equally trying to milk him of his own.

he thinks the best thing to do is to stay still and wait until you’re okay.

aone knows you are when the talk starts back up.

you can see the sweat glisten against his chest, you know he’s holding back, giving you shy thrusts once more.

it’s good, the same shy, tentative thrusts just made you cum so hard you couldn’t hear for a second, but there’s a hint of raw power he’s holding back.

“takanobu.” you call to him with a shaky voice.

he responds with a worried glance.

“use me.”

he looks at you in disbelief,

“n-no. i’ll hurt you.”

your hips rut, swiveling around the very hard cock of him in absolute desperation.

“i want you to hurt me.” you say. and he sees red.

there’s a tinge of fear at the hardened gaze he gives you, he moves you with an ease, making a show to grab your hips in both hands, lifting you off the bed as he kneels down.

he does as he’s told, moving you how he wants, impaling you down on his big cock over and over, watching the soft parts of you jiggle with the intensity of it, meeting the fat of your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. he digs already darkening splotches the shape of his nails into you.

you can do nothing but scream, trying to hold on to the bed so you don’t slam into the creaking headboard. but you don’t really have to worry, even now he makes sure to keep you from moving away from his pounding.

you can’t feel your legs with the second orgasm that takes you, knees lock and pussy once again creaming all over him while he drills into you.

this is what you wanted, your own pleasure being driven by aone. just like everything else, he makes sure to take care of you so good, your cunt numb and fucked open by the time he’s done.

he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, there’s so much.

he finally comes back to you with a noise that sounds apologetic.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off before he can say anything, grabbing his face in both hands with shaky arms thanks to him.

“don’t.” you begin, telling him that it’s okay to not be careful, something he’s always been.

you let him know that with you, he doesn’t have to tip toe, that in the safety the two of your shared, he was free to do everything those who didn’t know him whispered about him. he was allowed to be mean, allowed to use those muscles he’s built, allowed to be scary.

finishing with a kiss to his lips,

you’ve loved him since he left you flowers at work, and you’d still love him even after drilling your pussy into submission.

[hotch-stufff]

Love is Complicated

gifs by hqtchner & ncis-season-

Pairing: Hotch x reader, Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, pining, kissing, fluff

Request: "well i was thinking about a criminal minds x ncis crossover, where the reader has a big crush on gibbs but then she meets hotch and she is really confused 😿" @wolviesbabes

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Your hand scribbled yet another word on the endless stack of paperwork that littered your desk. It really did never end. You set your pen down. You needed a break. You looked up and your eyes instantly found him. He was hunched over his desk, probably doing the same thing you were doing.

But God, did he look good doing it. Although in your opinion he looked good doing just about everything.

You noticed that about him over the past couple months on the NCIS team. You had been transfered from another similar unit in New Orleans on the recommendation of Dwayne Pride himself. Gibbs was quick to accept you to the unit, but he remained cold to you for the first couple of weeks. It wasn't until you saved him from a, for lack of better words, crazy gunman did he warm up to you.

After that, you two had gotten extremely close. So close that you developed a small crush on the man. Although, you hid it rather well. No one, atleast not to your knowledge, knew about your crush. And you intended on keeping it that way, but it was so hard when he was just sitting right in front of you, looking all handsome and just... him.

You wanted to tell him. You really did. But he was way out of your league, and you weren't even his type. But a girl could dream.

Vance suddenly came out of his office and called Gibbs up. He stood slowly and walked away. You prayed this wasn't a case. You really did not feel like dealing with a case right now.

He came back out a few moments later, a scowl on his face.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked, he jerked his head towards Vance's office.

"He wants the team to attend an interagency gala on Saturday night." You scoffed. Of course he did. "FBI, CIA, and NCIS teams are all expected to attend. Including us." His scowled deepened at the thought of having to deal with other agencies.

"Great, just great." And you were so looking forward to a quiet weekened.

* * *

The night of the gala had arrived much quicker than expected. And of course Abby had insisted on going shopping for dresses. She herself had gotten a long black dress, with a slit. She said she would add a few things to make it more like her, and you couldn't wait to see it. You had gone with a more subtle dress. A long emerald green dress, with spaghetti straps and an open back. The front dipped slightly.

You had brought it with you to the office so you could get ready with Abby and as you were heading to the elevator to go to her floor, you heard Gibbs on the phone. Now you weren't one to eavesdrop, but you really couldn't stop yourself.

"I know, I know, it won't take long. I promise. Bye." Was he with someone else? You stood there frozen as he emerged from the room he was in.

"Hey y/n. Whatchtya doin?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, um nothing Gibbs, thought I heard you and wanted to say bye before we left, I didnt think you would actually go to the gala tonight, so I thought I could just stop in and-" he cut you off.

"Slow down, you're rambling. You okay?" You needed to get out of there.

"Yup, just been a long day. Alright well bye." You rushed off to Abby office. Once you got there, she instantly asked what was wrong. You explained everything. Your feelings, the conversation you heard, just everything.

"Awe, y/n/n. I'm so sorry. He's stupid if he doesn't see whats right in front of him." That made you smile.

"We should get ready." You stated standing up to grab your dress.

2 hours later, you and Abby walked up stairs looking amazing if you did say so yourself. Wolf whistles were heard coming from Tony as you two walked towards the group. You rolled your eyes, catching Gibbs smirk.

His eyes dragged up and down your body, which had confused you greatly. He had never showed any interest in you before, why now? Maybe he had and was just better at hiding it.

"Well, we should get going." You nodded, you all walked out to the SUVs ready for the night ahead of you.

* * *

The gala was interesting to say the least. Each agency decided to stay away from eachother, like elementary students. Each group taking up their own circle around the room.

You had spotted a rather handsome man who you had recognized as Aaron Hotchner sitting at the FBI tables and couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him. You new you had feelings for Gibbs,, but something about this man just drew you in. You had previously met him on a conjoined case with your old team, and you had developed the smallest of crushes on the man. You never expected anything to happen, and he was only in New Orleans for about a week.

Suddenly Gibbs popped back into your head, and you huffed slightly, turning to search for him. Finding him at a table nearby, talking with a woman. You scoffed and he looked over at you.

In a moment of impulse, you tunred away and walked across the empty dance floor straight to Agent Hotchner. He looked up from his conversation as you neared his table.

"Hi, NCIS Agent Y/l/n. We worked together on the Williams case about a year back." He nodded in recognition.

"Of course. Its great to see you again agent y/l/n." He paused looking you up and down in a way you welcomed. "Can I help you with something." He asked, not unkindly at all, but rather friendly.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Someone's got to break the chill in this room." He nodded and stood up slowly, his team staring on in awe. You figured he didn't do this very often.

"I would love to." He took your hand bringing you to the dance floor as another song began. You two danced for about 10 minutes before more couples began to join you. You smiled in triumph and Hotchner laughed at your face.

"What? It worked didn't it?" He smiled shaking his head.

"I suppose it did." You two began talking and laughing and just getting to know each other. You soon found yourself at a table as you continued with your conversation.

"Okay but, im just saying if Strauss is anything like Vance, they would be perfect together." He laughed at this rather loudly, catching the eyes of a few people near by.

"That would never happen. If Vance is anything like Strauss they would drive each other crazy." You giggled softly. Soon it was time to leave, and Agent Hotchner, or Aaron as he had asked you to call him, offered to walk you to your SUV where the rest of your team was waiting. They all eyed you as this strange man walked you over, handing you a card and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You had blushed profusely and walked over, getting in the car.

"So y/n, whos the hottie?" Abby began interrogating you as soon as you shut your door.

"Thats Agent Hotchner. He's the Unit Chief of the FBI's BAU." You smiled to yourself.

"Must be an ass if he's from the FBI." Gibbs remarked, another scowl gracing his face.

"He was actually quite the gentlman." Was your only response before turning to look out the window. Gibbs was the one being an ass. You had just spent the night with a wonderful man and Gibbs just had to ruin it by spouting some snarky comment that only confused you more. The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

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Once back at the office, Gibbs had called you to the elevator, not giving you a chance to respond. You had of course listened, and as soon as the doors shut, he had pulled the emergency button.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked softly. He just walked closer to you, cupping your face. "What are you doing?" He leaned in slowly bringing his lips to yours.

And you had expected it to be perfect and explosive and passionate. But... it wasn't. He pulled away after only a moment.

"Hang on, let me try that again." And he leaned in once more, pressing his lips to yours. But once again, there was nothing. He pulled away.

"That was ... strange?" He asked, more to himslef than anything.

"I uh, that-that was-"

"Not what I was expecting." He finished for you.

"You know Gibbs, I've been pining over you for months, and I'm guessing you felt the same. But I think we both met someone else tonight that changed our minds." You recalled him spending the whole night side by side with the woman you had seen earlier. You smiled shyly at him. "Call that woman you were with tonight. Tell her you want to go out on a date." He smiled looking into your eyes.

"Only if you call Agent Hochie, or whatever his name was, and tell him the same." You laughed at not only his comment, but the absurdity of the situation. For the past 5 months you had been yearning for a man who ended up not being what you wanted at all. It made you think that maybe what you really wanted, what you both really wanted, was someone to love. So you latched on to the person who had become closest to you.

"I love ya y/n." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Gibbs. Now go get her." He stepped out of the elevator, pulling out his phone. You did the same, pulling out Aaron's card. It rang once. Twice.

"Hotchner." You giggled at his formal greeting. Taking a deep breath before going for it.

"Hey Aaron, I was just wondering if you were up for dinner?" He smiled.

"Of course. You know, I'm really glad you called."

"Me too." And you walked out of your office that night, a date with a man you had never expected, and a smile on your face.

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Locked out

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I’m terrible at titles

The six x reader tag is dry y'all wtf

Warning(s) : Cathy says a few ✨nsfw✨ things, heavily implied fem!reader but they/them pronouns is used, cursing

Summary : Cathy gets locked out of the house and asks to stay the night with you. And at the end of the night you find yourself in bed with a former monarch

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Shit.

Cathy turned around at the slight bang, to reveal what she already expected : The front door closed due to the wind.

“Keys, Cathy keys-" Cathy desperately went through their pockets. "Come on Parr you're supposed to be the smart one-!" They searched for a few minutes. Though all in vain as they groaned and slid to the floor.

They reached for their phone, and whether it was pure luck or fate, they did atleast bring that with them.

They thought about texting Catherine for a moment— But decided against it, 'it's the middle of the show— She won't even have her phone.'

Cathy scrolled through their contacts, trying to figure out anyone they could ask for help.

Their eyes landed quickly, the alternate that had a day off— Rightfully so, Being a super swing they do a lot of covers.

They contemplated their options before opening it, realizing they really didn't have any other options.

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Cathy Parr : Heyyyy- could i ask for a favor

{Y/N} : Course- what do you need?

Cathy Parr : could you come pick me up i locked myself out of the house :))). And could i stay with you for the night- maybe- please-

{Y/N} : You what-

Cathy Parr : Pls pls pls, I'll ask Catherine if she can give you a few more days off pls.

{Y/N} : Okay okay, i'm coming- this better be a one time thing

Cathy Parr : ofc no worries

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Cathy cheered— Thanking the gods they asked for all the alts their numbers.

It was originally for calling in sick, till it became making a group chat of the entire cast and talking a lot more outside of the show

Soon enough a car pulled up, Thank god they all knew eachother's adresses in case of emergency.

"Alright, Get in before i change my mind." You lowered the Car's window to speak to Cathy— Who looked almost in awe at seeing you in completely casual attire.

"Right." They snapped out of their trance and got up from the side walk, taking the passengers seat, sending a smile your way.

As the car started up, you decided to make conversation, it would make an awkward night if you didn't talk to the survivor at all.

"How did you end up like this?"

Cathy stared at you before giggling, "i was throwing away leftovers from takeout— No one besides me would want it anyway. I forgot my keys and the door shut because of the wind." You raised a brow before responding.

"Makes sense, i suppose."

The rest of the ride was spent with small talk, You were having small talk— with a former queen. If you'd told anyone about this you doubt they'd believe you.

Soon enough you'd arrived at your home, Cathy staring in awe, despite knowing where you live and being able to come over any time, they never actually did, assuming you'd be uncomfortable with them just showing up.

You chuckled lightly at the wonder in Cathy's eyes as you opened the car door, the noise basically smacking them out of their thoughts and quickly following you out of the car and into your house.

Inside, Cathy looked around. It wasn't much— but it was still pretty.

"You wait here, i'll see if the geust bedroom is available." Cathy raised a brow, did you already have someone over?

You laughed at them, "It's just because it's normally a huge mess, no one ever comes over to spend a night it's basically a storage room with a bed in the middle." Cathy let out a noise of understanding.

“Make yourself feel at home! Or— Whatever they always say.” Cathy chuckled, barely audible to you as you walked away to the geust room. 

After a few minutes you returned, Startling Cathy when you started talking. “It is absolutely not, It’s a mess. Unless you like sleeping in between dirt bags, which in that case go ahead.” Cathy snickered, shaking their head. “Rather not. I imagine it’s rather uncomfortable.” 

You smiled. “If you want you can sleep on my bed, i’m fine sleeping on the couch.” 

“Wait-”

“Because it seems rather rude to have the geust sleep on the couch.”

“We could sleep togheter.” 

You blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

“What?” 

“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch either- It’s your house after all. And i wouldn’t mind sleeping in the same bed.” Cathy’s face slowly became a dark shade of red, only now realizing what they really said.

“But i don’t know- You don’t have to-” 

“I wouldn’t mind.” 

“Oh-” 

Cathy stared into space for a minute, processing your answer. “Do you have any sleeping clothes with you by some kind of miracle?” You asked, way to casually for the flustered queen to understand. Cathy smiled sheepishly, their face becoming even more red. “I have a bra on?” You grimaced. “Who in their right mind sleeps while wearing a bra.” 

Cathy grinned, seeing an oppurtunity. “Want me to sleep naked then?” 

This time your face went red. “I’ll see if i have anything else for you.” You walked off again, leaving the queen to process everything that just happened. “Oh sweet lord.” Cathy whispered to themself. They put their face in their hands, blushing heavily. 

You returned in only a matter of seconds. Cathy had already calmed down in the short time, but your face was still burning red, Causing a light chuckle from Cathy.

“What’s your size?” 

“I... honestly don’t know.” Cathy said, causing you to throw your head back with a groan. “That means you’re gonna have to see if it fits— And i don’t know if you have the energy to go through my entire closet.”

“I’ll really have to sleep in my bra then.” Cathy joked, Though not really knowing if it was fully a joke. “How the hell do you do that?” You asked. “It’s comfortable?” Cathy shrugged, smiling. You looked at her with confusion for a few more seconds before continuing. 

“I mean if you’re okay, and comfortable, with that.” Cathy nodded. “It’s not like we’ve never seen eachother like that before.”

Cathy had almost said it in something others would consider a romantic way. It was almost like they were suggesting something different— Of course you knew that wasn’t it. But you still blushed at the thought.

Cathy laughed as she saw your blush grow. “Don’t worry! I’m  not suggesting anything!”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding

“Unless you want me to—”

You slapped your hand over your mouth, blushing furiously. Cathy laughed harder. “I’m kidding, i’m kidding!” They threw their hands up in defence. “I’m only teasing you. Promise.” Cathy grinned. 

“Right—, Yeah let’s just go to sleep now.” You walked off to your bedroom, leaving Cathy to undress. 

The moment you sat down you slammed your head down on your pillow. Processing the entire situation. You quickly went to your closet to change yourself. 

A few minutes after you were done Cathy walked into the room. 

Cathy smiled sheepishly. “Well time to sleep then?”

You raised your brow. “Shouldn’t you message the others about where you are?” You asked, Cathy chuckling in response. “I’m an adult.” 

“Doesn’t always seem like it.”

“Hey-!” 

You laughed as Cathy crossed their arms in mock anger. “I’m 21 thank you.” 

“21 going on 5 then.” You chuckled as Cathy gasped. “Let’s just get to bed!” Cathy walked over to the bed, ushering you over to the other side. You quickly thanked the gods you decided to get a double bed as Cathy pulled you down.

“Lay down you maniac!”  Cathy grinned playfully holding you down to the matress. “For the first time in my life i want to sleep, which means you have to as well.” They looked up at you for a reaction, grinning more when you rolled your eyes but obeyed. 

“Like i said 21 going on 5.” You smiled as Cathy turned the remaining bed side lamp off. 

“Fuck off.” 

“Can’t exactly do that now can i-” 

“Shut up! Go to sleep.” 

And as you both layed down and finally went to sleep, you realized you'd have some feelings to work out.

[spencers-dria]

Can you maybe write something where the reader meets spencer in prison and when they get out, they meet up and they have really rough and kinky sex like you can literally go as dirty and kinky as you want

Four Feet Apart

🎉150 follower celebration! Day 6

Spencer x fem reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral female receiving, anal play, blindfold/sensory play, and handcuff/restraint use, protected penetrative sex, mentions of murder, prison

The beginning is a little angst, little fluff, plenty of smut!

“Alright inmates, listen up! There’s been some budget cuts. For the time being, the old west wing building will be taken by overflow from the women’s prison.”

The guard’s voice was overtaken by wolf whistles and hollers.

“That’s enough! Now you will not share a building with them. You will not see them during meals. However the courtyards do share a fence. If you are caught harassing them in any way, you will be punished accordingly!”

The announcement had caught the attention of just about every inmate, except one. Spencer Reid had bigger problems to worry about than women. He didn’t get them outside of prison, so why should he worry about them on the inside. He needed to worry about how to stay safe, stay alive until his name was cleared. That is, until he met you.

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I sat on the bleachers, popping some bubble gum as I searched for some worthwhile eye candy. The sun was a bit hot so I shrugged my button down off my shoulders, opting to tie it around my waist, leaving me in a white tank. This of course leads to many wondering eyes and a few whistles from the men’s side of the fence. I’m not even sure what i’m looking for, but none of the men giving me the time of day have it. I finally notice a slender man sitting on the men’s bleachers, just a few feet away from the fence on his side. I scoot up , slipping my fingers through the women’s chain-link side. Of course I could never touch any of them, with each side having about four feet between their respective fences. But there were no rules against looking or talking even.

“Hey. Think too hard and you’re gonna mess up that pretty face of yours.”

He looks up a bit startled, but his posture changes once his gaze lands on me. He almost looks shy, which seems in direct contrast to his rugged look. But once I look in his eyes, I see depth and warmth and kindness that belongs far away from this place, and it hurts me for a moment, to think of what will happen to him here.

“I don’t bite. The name is Y/L/N. Got in for killing my ex husband. How about you?”

He blinked, speechless at first.

“Doc- I’m uh, Spencer Reid. They think I killed someone too…”

“Well, didn’t you?”

He shook his head. Based on the look in his eyes, I want to believe him I really do.

“Did you know that incarceration of women has been growing at twice the rate of men’s incarceration?”

“Now how in the world would you know that?”

He simply shrugged.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Just looked like you could use some company is all.”

He looked like he wanted to respond, he really did. But before he got the chance, the women were called back inside.

I give a quick salute. “Nice meetin ya Spencer Reid. See ya when I see ya.”

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The next time I saw him he looked different. Scared, fragile, and a bit bloodied up.

“Hey- what uh- I mean, are you okay?”

He refused to look up or give much of an answer. But he was sitting in the same spot, close enough for us to have another conversation so I have to believe he wanted to talk again.

“I’m guessing you’re relatively new. It happened to me too ya know. Especially when I wouldn’t just go along with everything they asked.”

That drew his attention, and I could see tears in his eyes.

“You can’t let them see they get to you, that you’re scared. I learned that long before I got here though. That’s why I killed him ya know- he hurt me and I couldn’t just take it anymore. Police wouldn’t listen. I just wanted it to stop.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I shrugged it off. I’m paying my time but I’m safer in here than I ever felt with him.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

Now he has my attention. I nod, trying not to seem too excited to be sharing schoolyard secrets with the handsome stranger.

“I uh, was in the FBI. I was framed by a, well you can almost call her an arch nemesis of sorts.” He laughed to himself. It was a warm sort of laugh that filled me with butterflies. “I was just trying to get medicine for my mom. She has Alzheimer’s and schizophrenia. She was getting worse and I-“ his words are quickly cut off by the sounds of sniffles.

“Why are you telling me this?” I don’t mean it to be rude, but I had to know.

“I guess you could say I’m good at reading people and- you’re not a bad person. I trust you.”

In that moment, our eyes met again, but something new was there. Desire? Lust? Caring? Who knows. But that was the start of something. Of daily meetings, and quiet longing.

Day after day we would sit by our fences, sharing stories of our lives before prison. I learned that he was kind, hard-working, and actually quite funny. Spencer Reid was the best company I’d had in years, and not just within the prison walls.

He also told me about the rough time of it he was having on his own side. I gave him pointers where I could. How to get in with the right people, how to avoid the wrong ones, and how to get himself safe when necessary.

At one point, the politics on his side did endanger his life, and that’s when we came up with the plan together. A plan that would help take down the very man targeting him while getting Spencer somewhere safe for now. This meant I wouldn’t see him while he was in solitary, but we both knew it was necessary.

We never spoke about exactly what it was we wanted but- it was there. We devoured one another with our eyes. Biting and licking lips, drawn out breaths, and lingering gazes. We knew.

I watched him change overtime. His hair and beard grew yes, but so did this darkness in his eyes. The soft, Bambi-eyed boy was seemingly gone, replaced by a man who needed to hurt someone, anyone. And oh was I ready to let him hurt me.

I waited by the fence each day for his return, but it never came. I finally decided to ask around until I heard something that thrilled me but also left a huge gaping hole in me.

“He left.”

I couldn’t be happier for him. Had they cleared his name? From the sound of it, federal agents, friends of his had come to retrieve him. I could only hope that he was safe and happy.

Then one day I received a letter.

Dear Y/N,

I miss you. Just you. You made my time there worthwhile, worth missing. There’s so much more I wanted to say to you, and a letter just won’t do it justice. I have a feeling you’ll be out on parole sooner than you think. Come find me when you can. I’ll be in D.C..

Counting the days,

Spencer

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Parole? I had at least another year before that could even be a consideration. But I started counting too, which didn’t last long. Imagine my surprise when I got out on parole only two weeks after receiving the letter.

Did he- no he couldn’t, could he? Spencer had been gone for months. Clearly he had cleared his name, thank goodness. I knew I needed to see him as soon as possible.

I couldn’t leave the state, but luckily I didn’t need to. With what little I had, I made my way to D.C.. I figured I’d start out at the return address on the envelope, the one I clung to like my life depended on it.

With a bag slung over my shoulder, I raised my hand with the letter to hesitantly knock on the door, completely unsure of what to expect on the other side.

My mouth fell open at the sight before me. Spencer Reid in a cardigan, a tie? I had never seen him outside the prison. He looked so put together. And all I could think about was how much I wanted to tear him apart. I did my best to suppress my lust in hopes of a civil and normal greeting.

I don’t know what I expected. Tears, hugs maybe? We stood there staring at each other for who knows how long before I finally spoke. I’d had a well rehearsed speech in my head. One I’d had two whole weeks to work on since he sent the letter. But that all went out the window the second I saw his face again.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Who was I kidding? We could see it in eachother’s eyes, the same desire from before, but stronger somehow. Maybe because it was quite literally within reach. Months of daydreaming about what it would feel like to touch him, kiss him, get absolutely railed by him.

The man I had met initially was so gentle, timid. I watched him change in that prison. I had initially imagined ruining him, breaking him for my own pleasure. By the time he left I wanted something completely different. I wanted him to do the breaking. I wanted him to use me for his own personal pleasure. And he knew it.

He grabbed my face to pull me in for an all consuming kiss that quite literally took my breath away. I had to pull back, gasping for air before I could get any words out.

“Missed you too.” I smiled.

“Can we take this to my bedroom?” The words came out rushed, as though he might die if he couldn’t have me in that very moment.

I give an enthusiastic nod. A small squeal and uncharacteristic giggle leaves my lips as he scoops me up in his arms, whisking me away to his bedroom.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he pants, frantically removing his clothes. “Can you get undressed and lay down on your stomach for me?”

I follow his orders without question. He leans down by my ear and asks one question. “Safe word?”

“Cherry blossom.”

“Anything off limits?”

I don’t even have to think. “No, I trust you.”

Next thing I know I feel soft silk over my eyes as he ties a blindfold in place. This allows me to focus on the sounds of whatever else he is preparing. I hear a distinctly familiar jingle of metal, which is confirmed as it touches the skin of my wrists. Handcuffs. I wiggle my hips in delight, which earns me a playful spank.

“Like what you see?”

“I definitely can’t complain.” I can almost hear his smirk.

His fingers dig into my hips before pulling them up in the air. I feel cold air hit my core immediately.

“Fucking beautiful.”

Without any warning I feel a finger coated in cool lubricant coating my other opening.

“Try and relax for me, beautiful.” His fingers run through some of my hair, dragging across the skin of my back and I feel my muscles immediately follow his command. I attempt to mentally and physically prepare for whatever could be coming next.

I feel him work in what feels to be a decent sized anal plug. I’ve tried them before but only by myself. I’m already enjoying the added stimulation. My hips jolt when he suddenly brings his head down to lick up through my slit and I can’t help but yell.

“Fuck!”

“Mmm you like that, dirty girl? You’re quite literally dripping for me.”

He says it so calmly, I can hardly wrap my head around how smooth he’s being.

“Yes sir, please!” I beg.

“Please what, hmmm? What do you need?”

“Need you to eat my pussy please sir!”

Damn I sound absolutely pathetic. To think I ever considered myself a feminist. So much for my leg up on domineering men. Here I am willingly let one take me, have me anyway he wants. And that’s just the way I want it too. For Spencer Reid, I would be anything he needed.

“Good girl.” The two words have me writhing in pleasure with the combined sensation of his tongue back on the place I need it most. He sucks and laps at me like I'm his favorite dessert . He reads my body like a book, every movement and moan. He knows just what I need, when to let up, when to push harder. It’s unfair just how talented his mouth is.

And then, I’m coming undone on that beautiful mouth of his. Too bad I can’t see it. But oh it’s all I can imagine as waves of pleasure wreck my body and he’s running his fingers down my back, squeezing my ass as he gets in his final victory licks.

There’s a distinct sound of a condom wrapper, and I appreciate the consideration. I feel him sit on the bed next to me, against the headboard perhaps?

“Come sit on my lap.” His voice is dark and commanding, and my body is already responding with a fresh dose of arousal.

“But I can’t see sir.”

“No excuses. Come sit on my lap or you won’t get to come again.”

Not only can I not see, but my hands are still handcuffed behind my back. Not to mention my knees are weak from my most recent orgasm. This oughta be interesting. I try to scoot on my knees towards where I had heard his voice, only to lose my balance once I bump into his legs. I fall face first into his lap. Not the worst position to be in. I hear a soft, dark chuckle above me.

“Poor pathetic thing, are you already too weak? Can you handle another one?”

I swear, I never knew I was into degradation and humiliation. I don’t even know if I truly am, it's just something about him, about Spencer, that turns me on with everything he does.

“Yes sir, please! Please I can handle it! Let me try!”

I feel his fingers grasp my jaw, pulling my face up till I’m sitting on my knees again. I can feel his breath on my face and I wish I could just lean in and feel his lips on mine. My wish is granted for just a second. I feel his plush lips brush against mine, but they’re gone just as quick.

“Pretty thing. Let me help you, hmm.”

His long fingers wrap around my hips and guide me till I’m sitting in his lap, one leg on either side.

“Do you think you can ride me without your hands for balance?

“Yes sir!” I nod with an embarrassing eagerness.

“Show me, baby.”

I raise up and with his guidance again, lower myself until he’s making sure my other hole is filled as well.

Each bounce against his lap is adding pressure against the plug, combined with the bump of his cock against my cervix. With no sight, I’m so in tune with every sensation, especially the way his fingers feel roaming every inch of my body. He’s pinch my nipples, grabbing my ass, tugging at my hair. I may have been the one begging but he was clearly just as desperate.

When he decided he needs more, Spencer grabs my hips and starts thrusting up into me at a completely

ridiculous pace.

“You look so pretty bouncing on my cock. See for yourself, little girl.”

Before I have time to realize what he means, his beautiful fingers are ripping the silk away from my eyes, only to be met with absolutely heavenly eyes. They’re golden, warm, filled with lust but also something kinder. They devour my body like I’m his goddess. I absolutely love watching him enjoy the view. He licks his lips hungrily as he watches my breasts bounce and the way he looks sliding in and out of me.

Spencer pulls me in so he can leave a trail of kisses along my shoulders and neck. I love the way my face feels buried in his soft curls, he smells of lavender shampoo and it’s intoxicating. When he pulls back he’s got a knowing smirk on his face.

“What?”

In seemingly one move, I’m off his lap, on my back, with my hands pinned over my head.

“But the hand cuffs? How did you-“

Instead of answering he silenced me with an all consuming kiss. We’re biting, sucking, moaning, on one another like animals in heat. I can’t help but feel sorry for his poor neighbors.

He keeps my hands pinned above my head while realigning himself ready to pick back up where he left off. Before I can even register what’s happening he’s pounding into me like it’s his fucking job.

“You feel that? You feel how perfectly I fill you up? So pretty with my cock in you. Fuck- you take it so well!”

Words are gone from my mind. I’m left with moans, tears, and one name. Spencer.

“Spencer!”

He lets go of my arms and they instinctively wrap around his neck as I use my legs around his hips bringing him close.

“I’ve got you pretty girl. I’m here. Be a good little thing and come for me. Come on.”

I’m wrecked, shaking and moaning, unsure if I’ll ever be able to stop. He’s right there with me, filling me up in the best way. The pleasure is intensified by the extra pressure from the plug. I cling to him for dear life as I ride off my high, enjoying the way he looks above me. He’s angelic with the light sheen of sweat causing his skin to glisten in the low lighting, the natural sparkle of his eyes, the way his curls fall in his face, the pretty pink lips softly parted as he pants.

He’s dominant but also so soft and kind with me. It's clear tonight he cared about my pleasure just as much as his own. Maybe I don’t ever have to let him go. Maybe we can just stay here, twisted up in one another, blissfully unaware of all our troubles and the world around us.

I’m embarrassed at how much I whine as he gets off of me and slips away into the bathroom. I don’t know why I was surprised when he returns with a warm washcloth and lotion. He’s cleaning me up, tending to my wrists and any other spots sore from friction, and removing the plug. All the while he’s littering my skin with gentle kisses, all along my back and shoulders, my hips, my chest, my face. I’ve never been so pampered.

“Are you okay?” His voice is sweet and smooth like honey, leaving me tingling in the wake of its sweetness.

“Never better.” I leave kisses across his knuckles and he gives me that look again, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

After some convincing, I get up to use the bathroom, returning to a very sweet looking boy waiting for me under the covers, looking up with puppy dog eyes. I see the man I first met in the courtyard months ago. The one that stole my heart. I slip into the spot next to him, and we tangle back together, skin against skin. It’s so warm, soft, inviting and I think I’ll stay forever.

[1-800-amortentia]

Potter’s Sister (Remus Lupin x reader)

Summary: James doesn’t approve of his friend being with his little sister

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst

for Junie, bc she loves angst and Remus 

written by @1-800-amortentia

edited by @juniebugg

Lily, Remus, Sirius and Peter all awkwardly sat on the couch, listening to the shouting and stomping coming from above them. Y/n and her brother James had been bickering over a topic that the rest thought they should just let go.

“I wonder when they’ll stop. It’s been hours.” Lily mumbled, wrapping her arms around a pillow.

“Probably when I break up with her.” Remus muttered. Everyone stared at him silently, a frown appeared on his face. However, they knew he was right, James hated y/n and Remus together, and it broke Remus’ heart to see the girl he loves rip apart her relationship with her only sibling over him.

“Maybe I should-“ Remus began, being cut off by James storming out of the girls' dorms. They all jumped, startled at his sudden entry.

“James...” Lily began.

“It's fine.” James muttered, gathering his things and pulling Lily out of the common room, Peter and Sirius following.

“I would just...talk to her.” Sirius suggested. Remus nodded, slowly getting to his feet and beginning to walk up stairs. He was met with an awful sight. Y/n sitting, legs crossed beneath her, hair messy, crying. He could tell the fight had been particularly upsetting to her.

“Y/n?” Remus said quietly. Y/n looked up, giving a small smile.

“Hi.” she whimpered, tears starting to flow again. Remus opened his arms, y/n’s head falling into his torso, her body shaking with sobs.

“I don't understand why he’s so upset...” she said quietly. Remus felt his heart ache for her. James was one of his bestfriends, and Remus was sure that y/n was the love of his life, even at such a young age. He knew what he probably had to do, but it hurt him to even suggest it to her.

“Maybe we should stop seeing eachother. maybe that will-“ Remus began.

“What?” y/n said, cutting him off. She didn’t want to stop seeing him, the fact that he suggested it just upset her further.

“Y/n look at you! You're crying and fighting with your brother twenty four seven over someone who can’t even give you a steady future!” he exclaimed. Y/n looked away in anger.

“I can’t believe you.” she muttered in spite. Remus stared at her.

“It’s for the best.”

“You have done this to me again and again Remus...for a year and a half. I love you, no matter what. I don't care about your condition or your constant fear for our future. We can make it-“

“Stop y/n please-“ Remus began. Y/n stared at him with sadness in her eyes. He was giving up on her. Giving up on them.

“You’re just giving up?”

“This is hurting you y/n, fighting with James-“

“God Remus, I don’t care what James thinks!” Y/n yelled.

“Well I do. I don't want you to argue with him over me.” Remus shouted back. Y/n’s nostrils flared slightly as she stared at him, his fuming eyes.

“Alright. I broke up with you, okay? I'm breaking up with you” she said sternly, walking out the door, leaving Remus alone. Tears again, welling in her eyes.

-

“Can't believe you James.” Lily mumbled.

“Not you too-“

“James, she's your sister! I’m her best friend the same way Remus is for you, and she supports our relationship!” Lily exclaimed. James froze.

“ ‘is different Lil’ “ James grumbled. Lily stared at him, shaking her head softly as y/n opened the door to Lily’s dorm.

“Oh sorry I-“ y/n said, noticing the two talking.

“No no it’s okay. We need to talk.” James said. Y/n stared at him. Lily pushed his shoulder, giving him a ‘well talk to her you blithering idiot’ look.

“If this has something to do with how much you hate Remus and I, it doesn't matter anymore. we broke up.” Y/n said, wiping her tear stained cheeks before walking out. James turned to Lily, who looked like she could strangle him.

“This is your fault James. You know that right!?” she exclaimed, going to find James’ little sister.

-

Over the course of two weeks, Y/n had only seen Remus twice. Once in the hall, and once in the common room. She tried her best to distract herself from missing him. She went shopping with Lily, traveled back home for holidays and read mostly. The closer and closer the full moon got, the heavier and heavier her heart seemed to feel. James noticed Remus is more quiet, never at dinner or breakfast, and distanced himself from the marauders all together. 

“I should talk to him” Y/n sniffled, wiping her cheeks. Lily frowned at the younger girl, brushing her hair out of her eyes. It was 10 pm on friday. Y/n laid sprawled on Lily’s lap.

“I’m sorry Sunny. You probably should Y/n. I’ve...never seen him like this.'' Lily whispered, using her nickname Sirius gave her. Right on cue, James busted through the room's door. 

“Ready Flower?” he asked Lily. Y/n scowled, pushing her head into her pillow, the endless cycle of tears beginning. James frowned at his little sister. 

“Why don’t you join us?” James asks.

“I’d rather throw myself off a cliff, but thanks” y/n replied, her face not budging from her pillow. James sighed, sitting down on the bed. 

“Y/n/n...I’m sorry, really, I just wanted what was best-”

“So you thought that forcing me to break up with the 7th year prefect and smartest, kindest guy at Hogwarts would be better for me than...what?” she sassed. James patted her shoulder. 

“C'mon Y/n we’ll go wherever you want and we won’t even hold hands or kiss” Lily said, kneeling in front of the crying girl. 

“Okay...” she muttered, pulling her head up from her soaking wet pillow. Lily grinned, pulling Y/n off the couch and towards her wardrobe. 

“Leave” both girls exclaimed at James, who rolled his eyes and left the room. 

“Are you sure James is okay with me coming?” Y/n asked as Lily’s eyes fell on her favorite article of clothing Y/n owned. A sage green gingham print dress. Lily had borrowed it a billion times from Y/n. 

“This!” Lily exclaimed. Y/n smiled softly. 

“Okay....” she muttered, her sadness slowly fading. Slowly she slipped her Mary Jane shoes over her white ruffled socks, Lily spraying her signature perfume on her. Lily smiled, pulling her in front of the mirror. 

“You look beautiful. I really am a miracle worker.” Lily joked, handing Y/n a nude lipstick. 

“C’mon Sunny!” Lily hummed, opening the door to let James in as Y/n applied the lipstick. 

“Come on” James said, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulder, and one around Lily’s.

_

Y/n snorted as James shoved his chopsticks up his nose. 

“James!” Lily scolds, pulling the sticks out of his nostrils. 

“Ow!”  he whines, swatting Lily’s hand away. The trio had been in this random Japanese restaurant in Hogsmeade for hours. Somehow James convinced the restaurant to give him shots of sake. Lily and Y/n had sat out, instead watching him sucks down all six shots of sake. 

“Maybe we should get him home.” Y/n said to Lily, watching as James stood up next to their table, taking his shoe off. 

“James put the shoe back on” Y/n pleaded. It was now the restaurant’s closing time, workers placing chairs on tables. James falls onto the floor, pulling the shoe on, but struggling. The sight sent Y/n and Lily into a fit of laughter. Y/n crawled beside her brother on the floor, putting his shoe on his foot, tying it. 

“You’re all set Jamie” Y/n said, patting James’ head. James groaned, his eyes screwed shut. 

“He needs some coffee to sober him up” Y/n said. Lily nodded in agreement, helping Y/n pull James up from the ground. Slowly the two girls safely got James to the local 24/7 cafe. 

“Can we just get a small coffee to go please?” Lily asks the teen waitress working behind the counter. She nods, grabbing a to-go cup and filling it with coffee, handing it to y/n, who grabbed two sugar packets, pouring the contents into the cup, stirring it before handing it to james. 

“Awe yay” he cooed, sucking down the coffee. 

Lily grunted, pulling James up the stairs. 

“Come on James, there's the portrait hole!” you exclaimed. James groaned, sluggishly walking to the potrait hole. 

“Banana slug” he grunted, the fat lady staring at before opening the portrait hole. Y/n sighed before throwing herself into the common room couch, her arms throbbing in pain from helping Lily drag James through Hogsmeade all the way back to Hogwarts. 

“Merlin, have mercy!” Lily exclaimed, sitting on the small arm chair in the corner. James now lays face down on the floor. 

“Oh thank Merlin!” a voice exclaimed from behind them. Y/n turns to see Sirius walking down the boys dorm stairs. 

“ ‘s everything alright, Padfoot?” Lily questions. 

“Remus....he hasn’t come back” Sirius said, pointing to the window that now showed the sun rising. Y/n’s heart dropped. It was the full moon, it completely slipped her mind. She instantly stood grabbing James’ jacket, pulling it on before speeding out of the common room, Lily, Peter, Sirius, and a now hung over James followed. Y/n instantly started towards the whomping willow. Her heart raced as her breathing quickened. She quickly decended the path. 

“Immobilous!” she chanted, the tree stopping as she sprinted for the entrance. 

“Remus?!” she exclaimed, running down the stairs. Her eyes fell upon the worst sight imaginable. Remus curled in a ball sobbing on the floor. She instantly fell beside him. 

“Remus.. hey” she whispered, pulling the jacket off of herself and over his shoulders. Remus wrapped his shaking arms around her waist, sobbing into her torso. Y/n screwed her eyes shut, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip trying to contain herself. Lily stopped the boys from moving any farther into the scene, letting them have their moment. 

“ ‘m so sorry” Remus sobbed. Y/n pet his head reassuringly glancing down and noticing a deep gash on the back of his shoulder. 

“It's okay, I forgive you, just let me help you” she mumbled, Remus nodded into her stomach, inhaling her scent, bringing him instant comfort. She took the jacket, tightly wrapping it around the wound. He winced slightly. 

“Just have to stop the bleeding til I can get you to madam Pomfry alright” Y/n whispered to him. He nodded, glancing up at her. She wiped his tear stained face with her thumbs, before pinging him. 

“They’re meant for each other, James. You can't hold them apart anymore.” Lily whispered to James who watched the scene play out, his fears and doubts for his little sister fading as he watched Remus embrace her lovingly. 

“Thank you” he whispered. 

“Of course. Let’s go, okay?” Y/n said kindly, wrapping his uninjured arm around her shoulder, helping him out of the tree, the group following behind them. They finally reached the ‘just-now-opened’ for the day infirmary. 

“What time is it?” James asks madam Pomfary, who is stitching up a now asleep Remus. 

“6:30 a.m” madam Pomfary said cheerily. James groaned, laying an empty cot, Lily laying beside him. Sirius and Peter snored in the chairs beside Remus’ bed, Sirius’ head pressed against Y/n’s legs, Peter's head on his shoulder.  Y/n clutches Remus’ uninjured hand. 

“How long have you two been together?” madam Pomfary asks sweetly. Y/n hesitates before answering. 

“A year and a half” she says shyly. The woman smiles at the pair, walking away to clean her medical tools. Y/n gently sets he head on the cot, her legs pulled onto the chair she sat on. Her eyes fixed on remus’ scarred face. She smiles, examining his pink tinted cheeks, and the way his eyelashes rested against his rosy cheeks gently. Slowly her eyes grew heavy, as sleep consumed the exhausted girl. Madam Pomfray returns, smiling as she wraps a blanket around Y/n’s shoulders.

-

“Look!” Lily gasps, pointing at Remus and Y/n, Y/n’s head resting against his stomach as remus’ hand dug itself into her hair, another hand on her back. Clearly Remus had woken and readjusted to make sure Y/n was comfortable. Lily gushes at the pair, James smiling as well. Sirius and Peter had gone to get the group food from the great hall. 

“Flower you’re right”

“What do you mean James?” Lily replies, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“They love each other.” he whispers, staring at the two sleeping teenagers.

“I was wrong to keep them apart. “

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Hey i really love your blog!!! I just plucked the courage to actually send u an ask fhdjhd but GOSH i love your video edits and your gifs and your meta article posts, you're so articulate and you can explain/describe moments in a way that makes me go "oh wow, i cant believe i haven't seen it that way before!!" Haha ANYWAYS i'm just here to say that i completely agree with what all u said, Free creators might do a lil fanservice here and there for the 25 ships that exists within the fandom's circle, but rinharu's storyline is clearly the most romantic one! And i'd argue it's the one closest to being canon esp after part 1, i mean the fact that they put such an explosive emotional outburst right at the end of the second to the last movie means a lot. It's like reinforcing the fact that this series has always been about them, and everything that has happened only happened either because they met or they grew appart and miss eachother. I kinda feel like maybe.. juust maayyybe there's a chance KA wants to make the ship canon, since it's the last movie and they want to end it on a highnote maybe (bcs honestly i think the only reason they've been holding back is purely bcs of the merch sales, since they don't have a problem showing a wholesome lesbian love story in kobayashi maid dragon) butt i could be wrong, maybe i'm just overly optimistic and delusional, they could somehow ruin it and give an ending that panders to all the ships again 😅🥲, but at least there's a clear-cut guarantee that part 2 would dedicate a large portion of it fixing rin and haru's fight!!! Oohh how can i wait another 6 months now!!😭😭 (sorry for the long ask btw!! 🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

OMG thank you so so much!! For watching my vids too! ❤️❤️❤️ It really means a lot to me! Ahhhh wow, thats the longest ask I've ever recieved! 😍 I'm trying to explain myself so hard lol I'm glad its appreciated, bc sometimes I'm like "I don't fucking know how to say this" xD

Well, you know me, I only care for one ship, which is the only one with confirmed info that they're both actually gay and have mutual feelings for each other. There are some other ships in free! I'm fine with (those do not include Rin or Haru in them xD), but I just mostly don't care, bc after reading all the stuff, you can see that in some of those to one the other one is actually like his second option, which I just do not like. Others I just don't even see, bc again to me who witnessed great close male friendships and having two sisters who I'm very close to, I just do not see anything romantic in that.

It's not just Free! tbh, it's like any sports anime these days. They see two guys walking together, it's a ship. And like no one cares if they're just bros. Like I'd get i they did some fanservice fanservice, but like I never saw anyone in Free! crossing the line the way rinharu do. I can without thinking much name you 10 rh moments that no matter how hard you think can't be explain as being bros, but can't name one when it comes to others. I just find some ppl shipping everyone with everyone weird sometimes. It's like western fans see like some eastern actors or singers slap each other ass lovingly and they're like "oh they're fucking" I'm like "yeah, ofc all 500 of them, you're absolutely right". And Free! doesn't do anything even like that, I just do not get sometimes like what moment even brought on some ships. I'm genuinely confused. Albert and Haru? You fucking fell from a sakura tree or smth? I'm...

I'm especially confused when it comes to guys, whose character type is who I call "I only want this one and if I can't have it, then I'm ok" xD. It just always surprised me, when they try to pair up them with someone else, it's like a complete ooc.

I'm also not into this whole "well, if there are gays in this anime, than everyone there is gay". I'm like... huh. It's like with KNB and MDZS I had same feeling. It's like you have already couples there who are canon/borderline canon, why do you need another 10 who don't even interact or just don't even go there? I'm always so confused in those situations. Or like wangxian is married and some are like "no, I actually don't like it, let me write a fic when they're with other ppl". Lan Zhan... being in love or having sex with someone else? Yeah, that's not Lan Zhan, dude, you're writing about someone else. Might as well change the name at this point.

But last time I went to twitter someone had a thread about how if they make s4 of Free! they should mainly explore there Momo's angst (and no, it wasn't a joke), so I'm already like, I'm just.. nothing will surprise me no more. But I'm forever gonna be confused.

Yeah, I eel you about "going there". I mean seeing part of it, it just kinda cemented my confusion, bc I do not get how it can be considered platonic. We were just discussing since yesterday with @freeseafirefly how I now even more perplexed and do not understand how they will resolve it without going into relationship territory. It's just our point here is that like... no one forced them to go there (I mean its not like this whole fandom has some wild expectations or anything already), we were waiting or our usual friendship and swimming and maybe tiny conflict about struggles of pro-careers and some usual rh implications (maybe all the rh gay in dramas as always). Not some pure fanfiction coming to life here haha.

Like why I'm laughing is bc I twice used in my "fics" bringing up him leaving Haru as a force to push the confession, bc there's no way if he adresses this it won't lead to this. And now we not only have this (bc Haru just basically layed it out there), but an actual scene of him playing on their feelings for each other and a literal image of Rin leaving and "taking Haru's heart with him" to the point when he's for the first time in his life openly crying on the ground. And it's not like this scene can be interpreted as anything else, the whole fandom talks same, bc the whole fight was just about them, what Haru said was just about them, there's a literal boom of his heart getting out of his chest, before he falls and now he's heartless.

So our question is like... why go there?

It's like some say that they might still resolve it with "they're special to each other" and swimming, but still like we already knew that, there was no reason to go that far is what I'm saying. And to think that it was planned since forever giving the clues is like... ???

The whole spoon theme also throw me on the loop because like, lets be honest, it's wedding themed. And that part of the interview about part 2 there also made me go...?????? Because I mean, huh?

This is just all in all very interesting turn of events to say the least. I do not see the point of all of this if its not what I think it is, esp after seeing tweets like "even I see a rh wedding and I'm mh T_T". It's just all very unsubtle, that's why we're confused.

Like who knows, maybe we'll really by some magic turn of events get lucky and they really decided that since its the ending, it's okay to go for it. But I also don't wanna to hype myself much, I'm already really happy with it, just bc again, this scene already proves all of my points.

And yeah, I'm sure they'll pander to everyone, bc it's the end and etc and we have to handle everything on the good note and there's a whole line of ppl who's obsessed with us, esp with Haru xD, but like bromance pandering and romance pandering are different things, you know *wiggles eyebrows* and u know who always gets the second one.

[corpsette]

May I request a sykkuno x fem!reader fic where she's this really cute and shy yet cheerful girly girl and how they would match. Like maybe they first "meet" through a stream that Sean or Felix invites them on and sykkuno's being his adorable self and finds her really pretty, and it's all fluff and blushy. 💖

YES, YES, YES!!! I LOVE THISSSS! I hope you enjoy 💞

𝑩𝑰𝑮 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵

pairing → sykkuno x fem! reader

words → 1.2k

the day was going by slowly, and it had been rather boring so far. you had spent all day watching other people stream, and, to be honest, you didnt feel like streaming today...

until sean dmed you asking if you wanted to fill in for someone and play among us with some very big creators.

of course you jumped on the opportunity! who wouldnt? it would benefit both your social life and your real life. besides, a few more friends wouldnt hurt.

"yeah, she should be joining any minute now!" you joined the voice chat and heard sean talking about you. "be nice, please! shes a very good friend of mine!!"

"no need to tell me twice!" you heard a sykkuno say. you had been a fan of sykkuno for a long time, but you didnt have the guts to message him. "oh, is that her in the vc?"

"y-yeah! hello everyone!" you said, smiling shyly as everyone tried to say hello at the same time. "I'm Y/N..."

"that's a lovely name, Y/N!" sykkuno said, making you blush and making your chat spam 'uwu.' "I've watched a lot of your streams, I'm a big fan!"

"thank you, sykkuno! I'm a big fan of you too!" and that was the complete truth. sykkuno was a big role model for you, he was one of the reasons you started streaming.

"okay, enough flirting, sykkuno!" rae butted in, making you both laugh awkwardly. everyone went around introducing themselves, and toast started the game.

the word 'crewmate' flashed over your screen. you quickly said goodbye to chat and connected to the proximity chat modules.

it took you a while to connect, though, so when you came back to the game you found sykkuno standing guard and making sure you didnt get killed.

"sykkuno?" you asked shyly, adjusting your headset ever so slightly. "is my mic working?"

"it's working! I can hear you!" sykkuno said, wiggling his character back and forth.

"oh, that's good!" you said. it was a little awkward, you had not the slightest clue on how to keep a conversation going.

"yeah! so, how would you like a body guard?" sykkuno asked, at this point you were both blushing and smiling like dorks.

you were big fans of eachother and didnt think this moment would ever come, since neither of you had the guts to tweet at eachother, let alone send a direct message.

"y-yeah, I'd like that. thank you!" you replied, but before you could move an inch, a body was reported.

"double kill in-" corpse started, but he was immediately shut up by rae's yelling.

"NONONO, SHHHHH!" she yelled, trying to talk over corpse. "BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING, ITS CORPSE. I KNOW YOU'LL PROBABLY SIDE WITH HIM BECAUSE OF HIS VOICE BUT ITS HIM!!"

you giggled quietly as the chaos unfolded and rae and corpse started blaming eachother. at one point you zoned out, only coming back to your senses when sykkuno called out your name.

"Y/N?" he asked, you looked up to see you and sykkuno were the last people who had to vote. "are you there?"

"oh! yes! I'm sorry!" you said, fixing your posture and focusing on your screen.

"who do you think it is, I'll vote with you." sykkuno smiled to himself as you hovered over each person who was being accused.

"I think its corpse..." you said quietly, not voting yet, but sykkuno voted right away.

"I trust you, Y/N!"

"fuck, I should've listened to Y/N." sean said, shaking his head. "small brain plays on my end tonight."

you quickly voted and watched as the voted racked up. 3 votes for corpse, 4 for rae, and 3 dead people. it was obvious that rae, sykkuno, and you voted for corpse, so you already knew who voted who.

"should we 50/50 to be safe?" felix asked, standing at the button and waiting to call it.

"speed run?" corpse asked, laughing slightly as felix started wiggling his among us character, his child dancing behind him.

"SPEED RUN!!" felix said in a deep voice, only for reactor to be called. "SHIT." everyone ran towards reactor, leaving you and sykkuno alone at the button.

"hi again, Y/N." sykkuno said, standing on top of you to protect you. "I know you're crewmate."

"yeah, and I think you're crewmate too..." you said, a bit unsure. "because of the double kill."

sykkuno chuckled and wiggled around. "yeah! and, even if you were the imposter, I'd let you kill me."

"what do you mean-" you stopped talking as the sabotage was fixed and sykkuno called a meeting.

"we're alive!" leslie said, taking a deep breath. "so, we were right with rae?"

"I dont think so..." you said, thinking about all the big brain plays you've seen toast do. "I think its toast and corpse. toast does these kinds of things a lot-"

"WHA? ME? LITTLE OLD ME?" toast practically yelled. "I'd never kill anyone!"

"b-but..." you mumbled, trying to sound confident. "we should at least 50/50 corpse just in case..."

"I'm with Y/N on this one!" sykkuno said in his cheery voice, voting corpse and making corpse gasp.

"sykkuno... are you simping for Y/N instead of me?" corpse faked a sad sounding voice. "I cant beleive it. I actually think its Y/N and sykkuno."

"oh, it's not me and Y/N we were together at spawn when the double kill happened." sykkuno smiled, thinking no one would sus you two after that.

"can anyone confirm that?" toast asked and there was silence all around. "GET EM!"

with that, everyone voted, and sykkuno ended up being voted out because everyone trusted toast...

and that's how you lost the game to corpse and toast. damn, they really were amazing imposters.

"how'd you know it was corpse and toast, Y/N?" ludwig asked, making you try and shy away.

"w-well... I watch all of you guys so I know what kinds of plays you make..." you expected to be laughed at, but instead you got praised.

"that was really big brain, Y/N, sorry I threw that game." felix said, running around the lobby.

"yeah, that was really smart." toast admitted. "I guess I'll have you change my tactics from now on."

"oh... thank you all..." you said, laughing gently. "I have to thank sykkuno, hes the one that kept me alive. so, thank you, sykkuno."

"it's no problem! just trying to make sure we all have fun!"

after the stream, sykkuno added you and discord and you started messaging. you were so lucky to be picked by sean to join the lobby, because that's how you met sykkuno!

sykkuno brought joy to your life, even on days when you weren't feeling like there was any joy in the world.

you cherished these moments with sykkuno, and soon enough, he was more than a friend to you. soon enough, he was your bestfriend.

and maybe even a little more...

[leslie-lyman]

Whiskey's character got sabotaged immensely. The turn heel villian trope doesnt fit the character we see. Also its the exact same twist as the first movie when the head of Kingsman turned out to be a double agent bad guy.

Only Whiskeys character doesnt lend itself to that trope. Why didnt they just leave in the idea that the alpha gel messes with your interpretation of the world around you if youre left unchecked. Harry was let out on a mission right after the bar incident proving he was incapable of handling it and thus he misread a genuine mistake from Whiskey as intent.

Whiskey comes back from the alpha gel and his mindset leaves him in the likely angry and vengeful man he was when his wife died all those years ago. Maybe Harrys accusation towards him tricks Whiskeys not fully rewired brain to think he WAS apart of the plot. Only to realize who he was truly right before Eggsy is defeated by the Golden Circle and save the day.

And he gets a heartfelt moment where he talks about how angry and hateful he was when he lost his wife and child. But that its been 20 years. He cant be angry anymore, that yes he has made genuine mistakes and he admits he may need to take a step back and work on some things. Apoligizing to Ginger for his own ego getting in the way of her own career desires, and by stepping back a bit he hopes leaves the door open for her to still take on some feild work as she expressed interest in.

Also like... in our world you exist and Eggsy uses your existence and how much you and Whiskey care about eachother as a way to help bring his mind back and remember who he truly is.

He moves back from New York to live back on his cozy little ranch, where he works on himself and you two finally end up admitting your feelings. And he tells Champ that he thinks he should take on a more HQ based role and have less missions taking him away for so long. And that he belongs here in Kentucky, not up in the city anymore. Also he wants to dedicate time to you, time and love that his former wife never got due to his Statesmen work being in prime time. That you deserve the man he wants to be, not the one the alpha gel and Harry made him out to be.

Yes to ALL of this anon!!

I admit that I have not actually seen the first Kingsman movie, but here is the thing that frustrates me to no end about The Golden Circle: writing that is not just bad, it’s also LAZY.

Whiskey being the villain (or the secondary villain, I guess, after Poppy) makes no sense. It’s a plot twist just for plot twists’ sake (and not even a plot twist unique to this movie in the Kingsman franchise, apparently!). They try to have him justify it with his speech about his wife and child, but it feels so rushed and tacked on.

It’s also an uncomfortable, ugly, outdated way to think about drug use and substance use disorder. And I get that that’s partly (at least, I hope) on purpose, that of course Jack would hold those kinds of views. And I get that the whole franchise is supposed to be this over-the-top, camp-y ultra-violent romp, but you still have to hold your audiences’ attention and get them to continually suspend their disbelief and go along for the ride you want to take them on. But at every turn the writing of this movie makes me wrinkle my nose in distaste and go, “Wait, what? You’re kidding, that makes no sense.” You can make a film where someone can say, “huh, that makes no sense, but I’m having so much fun I don’t actually care.” This movie makes me say “huh, that makes no sense, now I’m annoyed, please stop this ride I want to get off.”

Jack could have been such an interesting, layered character if Matthew Vaughn gave a shit about actual character development. But instead he kills Jack twice - TWICE!!! - in this movie and for that he is forever on my shit list.

But I think Pedro still gave us everything he had and made this character someone whom the fandom has now plucked from Matthew Vaughn’s hands and said “Okay that’s enough from you, we will take this character from here.” And fandom Whiskey is just so much fun to play with. And he deserves that happy ending, anon! Along with a whole metric fuck-ton of therapy.

[finalgilmoregirl]

Hi love! I saw your request for prompts, this idea popped in my head sorry if its too much and can take way or add to it if need to! 31. they say something hurtful in an argument , 30. They thought you cheated, 35. Thy learn you hooked up with girls before with a short! Reader (self indulgent lol 4'10 here) Bucky and reader are engaged and she sneeks off twice a week to take Romaine class to say her volws to him as a surprise but someone catches her and her female classmates studying at a cafe

30. they thought you cheated

31. they say something hurtful in an argument

35. they learn you’ve hooked up with girls before

a/n: thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy :)) i changed it a little bit so it’s more like bucky already knew you’d been with girls before instead of him just learning. i hope that okay!! ALSO i’m 4’10 too so heyyyyy

here’s my prompt list if anyone is interested in requesting a blurb <3

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“stop lying!” bucky fumed, tugging at his hair in annoyance.

“i’m not lying i swear!” you sighed, already growing tired of the argument the two of you found yourself in.

you had canceled lunch with him for the third time this month, claiming you had unfinished reports to work on. and bucky believed this, he had no reason to think otherwise, until sam had mentioned to him that he’d seen you at a cafe with another woman. bucky didn’t think much of this at first, maybe you had gone there to work and ran into a friend. however when he asked about you about it, you simply brushed it off as not being true, that maybe sam confused you with someone else. this puzzled bucky because he had no reason to think you’d lie to him about something like that, until a nasty thought crept into his mind. maybe you were cheating.

he thought it was silly to think that at first, of course you wouldn’t cheat! that was until he started to think of all the other times you canceled plans, saying you had work to do, only to come home late and give a vague description of your day. the times you walked away from him to answer a call, rather than talk in front of him. he also knew of your interest in women which somehow was exactly what sent him over the edge, completely ignoring reasoning and being set on the fact that you must’ve been cheating.

“oh cut the bullshit y/n! just admit it, you’re cheating on me.” bucky spat. this caught you completely off guard. cheating? where the hell did he get cheating from?

“what the hell are you talking about buck?”

“that woman sam saw you with, the one who’s always calling you? i know you’ve been seeing her.” bucky said.

damn, you thought. you’d been caught. truth be told you were seeing someone, but not to have an affair, but to give you lessons in the romanian language. ever since you and bucky got engaged, you’d been planning on surprising him with vows in the language, but now that he’d thought you were being unfaithful, you had no idea if there was even going to be a wedding anymore.

“bucky, that’s my FRIEND! she’s been helping me with something.” you retorted, hoping he’d believe you and drop the situation. not to mention you had no intention in ruining the surprise just yet.

“oh what? sex stuff? you could’ve told me i was bad and we could’ve worked it out! you didn’t have to go running to some girl to get you off.” ok now he was just being ridiculous. but before you could respond, he continued with his rant. “you know what? get out. i’m tired of this.” he sighed, turning his back to you.

“what do you mean get out?” you asked.

“i mean leave. pack your shit. i’ll be damned if i’m gonna sit here and listen to a cheater.”

you felt your heart pumping and breaking all at once. did he truly think you were cheating on him? after everything you two had been through together, some stupid misunderstanding is what was gonna end it? fine.

you glared at him before walking over to the closet where you and bucky kept the duffles and suitcases. however, they were all on the top shelf, which no matter how much your tiny arms and legs tried to stretch, you just couldn’t reach.

“la naiba!” (god damn it) you grunted, not even realizing the words that fell from your mouth. bucky however, did.

“what did you just say?” he snapped his head to look at you and you froze. fuck.

“i didn’t say anything. now could you hand me my bag?”

“no no no. i heard what you said. where did you learn that?” he asked, taking slow steps towards you.

you moaned in frustration and turned to face him. so much for surprises.

“you know that girl sam saw me with? the one you think is my supposed mistress? she taught me. i wanted it to be a surprise but, look where that got us.” you said, looking down in shame. you felt so stupid now, keeping such a silly thing a secret.

“oh baby.” bucky sighed, pulling you into a tight embrace. “i’m sorry.”

“me too. i should’ve just told you the truth.”

the both of you held eachother for a while, feeling guilty and stupid about the whole situation. bucky was the first to break the silence.

“what else did you learn?” bucky asked, looking down at your small form.

you huffed out a laugh and looked up at your smirking fiancé.

“te iubesc.” (i love you)

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i’m not sure if i’m happy with how this turned out but i hope you enjoyed <3

[syubub]

YOONGI SOULMATE READING

Disclaimer~tarot is speculative and this is my interpretation of energy. Take it with a grain of salt.

Honey boi time. Strap down because this one is wild. Kinda. And soft. Really really soft. And a little creepy. Buckle in.

So for starters Yoon has a dark, royal blue color energy. It isn't as opaque as Koos was but it was very... thick? Like its not that it wasn't opaque from a lack of energy but rather that kinda had clear energy mixed in too?? It was really pretty and its kinda like the more you look at it the deeper it gets?

It was kinda like this but deeper? And it was almost reflective and "sparkly" idk put it was real pretty.

So first thing to note. Yoon is always easy for me to connect with so he didn't have any barriers put up or whatever so when I was going towards him he was in red flannel pj bottoms and I was like, "am I missing something?" But no. He was just being comfy I guess? Now usually when I connect with energy of a person there's this like eternal tree trunk rope colum thing of energy or something that I kinda follow and then there's little platforms that they're on? I always have my back facing the energy colum thing when I connect.

That was not the case this time. Yoon essentially led me to his side to face the energy trunk? And he was like, "its weird on this side, huh?" ??? Hello, sir. What the fuck. This to me hints that maybe he is also going out and consciously connecting to energies? Idk man. But I was like, "yeah, it is kinda weird" It only gets weirder.

Next I was facing yoon and I was like hey I want to read your soulmate and gave him like a big ole energy marble expecting that to kinda get the connection going but the only thing I heard from his soulmate was "I can't tell you" like shit. And then he dissolved my energy offering? Oki. And I essentially couldn't connect with his soulmate at all. Anyway, I floated off the little platform thing (that was real bizarre) and yoongi connected with me.

His soulmates energy wasn't present at all but I was told to continue any way. Now for in my opinion the creepiest part. So, keep in mind yoons is actively connected to me and I was like, "well, if your soulmate isn't here then please guide me to what deck I should use for their personality signifier and he pointed me to the fountain tarot.

I started shuffling and after I did one bridge shuffle and split it to do another one he was like, "hey, you're gonna get temperance reverse fyi" and I was like hahaha no. And he was like, "no. Listen to me. Bridge twice, hand shuffle twice and split into two. And you'll get temperance rev. Turn it ride side up when it comes out" I was like okay but you crazy. Tarot doesn't work like that

Guess what fucking came up? TEMPERANCE REVERSED when I tell you I freaked out I mean I fuckin freaked. I know it sounds made up or unbelievable and if I didn't see it happen I'd say its fake but FUCK DUDE. So i asked my pendulum if it should be reverse and it was like no, flips that shit. And I swear to God yoongi was laughing at me for being spooked like the smug ass that he is.

Now

First note I wrote was sagittarius energy. This person has sagittarius energy. Yep yep yep. This person balances him out. Temperance is the card of sagittarius. Heavy fire influence in the cart.

Oki now onto personality explained. I got 3 of coins, the heirophant, ace of wands and the magician. This person is very spiritual and has been manifesting him (they’ve manesfesting eachother but I'll get to that later?) This is a person that values knowledge and is very creative and has a lot of quick ideas. This person also really values communication of knowledge. Loves to get it loves to share it. Probably the person that can tell you a stupid fact about almost anything.

We also have networked, storyteller, god and mentor. This is someone who loves to teach people about what they've learned. They like to share the wisdom (with the god card im inclined to say that they share spiritual wisdom but I don't see it as a career?) This person values communication and collecting knowledge.

Now, on to relationship. We have wheel of fortune, justice, ace of wands and the lovers. This relationship has been in the works on a spiritual level for a long time. They’ve been actively manifesting eachother. We know Yoon is at least a little psychic so this makes sense. This relationship is founded in balance. They treat eachother as equals. I also wrote, "certainly something devine". They have a witty rapport and its so so so loving! They have really good communication and respect for eachother! They are also good at keeping eachither accountable.

Now for this person's career. They’ve been going through a change so their career is undecided. There was likely a period of depression that put a pause on their career? But there's also the queen of coins which suggests that they will be making good money. Now, I chose 3 clarity cards on the queen of coins to help me figure out where this money will be coming from and I drew three more coin cards so this means this person is on the cusp of making some good money soon!

Now we have answer the call, awakening and share your voice. They are being called to be together. Again yoon is woke af and apparently so is his soulmate. The picture i get is like when they finally meet they're both a little shy because they've been connecting with eachothers energies and they're like, "whos gonna bring it up?" Like they are finally out of hiding when they meet. Its cute as fuck.

Oki. We have answered prayers, spiritual path and make time for self care. THEY ARE MANIFESTING EACHOTHER. They are a woke pair and the energy is so sturdy and solid. I also get the sense that they engage in self care together? Like they'll make sure to take care of themselves spiritual and physical. I also think that they would be that type of couple to have a mad bath bomb collection.

Side note: while I was doing this I got like a cute little picture in my head of them sitting on the couch in pj's and facemasks with towels on their heads sipping wine and that makes me soft.

Now onto the message from his soulmate cards. So we have release all anger, new idea, be positive, take a shot, Have you eaten? You're acting like a big ass baby and shit is going down with your job. Now. I made a note that this is from Yoon to his soulmate? Um, sir? But oki, yoon makes the rules. What I get from this is that his soulmate is currently going through some job related stuff and he's saying, "hey, its okay to start over. Do that thing you've been wanting to do for a while" he wants his soulmate to stop focusing on what isn't going right and just start fresh. I also lowkey think he's like, you need to just fucking chill. The world isn't imploding just because something isn't working out. Its very reassuring and it feels like he wants to comfort them. Cute

Let's talk about the descriptors now. Yoon was very picky with these? Which confused me. They don't know eachother in person is the vibe im getting and I don't think yoon has ever seen this person either? I think maybe he's had dreams of his soulmate? Idk but the cards are: quality time, fashionable, unique, free spirit, independent, short hair, younger, sweet, charming. I also made a note for brown hair and a masculine chart.

For my little word cards we have, fate, vows, serendipity and loyalty. WE GET IT. YOURE ADORABLE TOGETHER

"All men should learn before they die, what they are running from and to and why" is the little fortune. I think that this is yoon telling his soulmate to do some shadow work? Like find out why you do the things you do, why certain things anger you ect.

Now at this point I was told that I had to use the small deck to get more cards about the relationship. I was like "I already did that but whatever" and I did. I pulled 10 of cups, 2 of cups and the lovers again. WHAT. THE. FUCK. This is the most romantic and soulmatey soulmate reading ever. 10 of cups is emotional fulfillment. This is just everything. Everything! 2 of cups is romance, unified love. Its also about partnership. They work so well together. And the lovers card. Love, relationships and harmony. Oh my god its fucking nuts.

Now onto the final card. Again. Very very very clearly told that this is for his soulmate. We have, the perfection of your life. This card talks about a spiritual storm coming to shake things up in order to put things to put things back in perfect order. A quote I like from the book is, "all is unfolding to a perfect higher order." This to me kinda sums it up well. Shit is about to get crazy for his soulmate and its not a bad thing. Change is need for this person and there is change coming that will stir every thing up and place it back in better places. Ugh. I can't. He wants his soulmate not to fear the storm but rather embrace it and know that positive change will come out of it.

Last part. When the reading is over I always disconnect and essentially put the energy back? This time on yoons little platform (I sound like a lunatic trying to describe some of this shit I swear) I was like, "hey thanks for being cooperative and being so active and involved i appreciate that." And then he gave me an energy marble ball thing too? I was like, "thanks but what the fuck" and then I did what he did when I gave him the marble ball energy thing in the beginning and just... put it in my energy? Like thats what he did? so is that like an energy custom that I don't know about? Wtf. My best guess is that I gave him an offering of energy and he gave me some in return at the end? And then the little shit just dissappears? MIN YOONGI I HAVE QUESTIONS YOU CAN'T JUST DISSAPPEAR??

But he did. And that was the end. It was super fucking bizarre. So for say joo I connected to his soulmate through him. So it was a connection with the soulmate but hosted by joons energy? For Jk his soulmate gave me a direct link which was new and awesome but for Yoongi it was just a very direct connection with him. Just him.

That really tells me that he knows his soulmate well on a soul level and his soulmate literally said, "I can't tell you"

I'm confused but very happy for him!

Yoon is a very soft and sweet man, pass it on

[anotherhellchild]

📂? 🥰😃💞!

:DD 

Okay! Katsuki and Eri friendship / sibling relationship? Here we gooooooo!!

Everyone was super excited when it was announced that Eri would be coming to live on campus, class 1a was so hyped for the girl and it was all just very thrilling. Of course, it took a while for Eri to adjust and get acquainted with everyone and everything. It was all just a bit overwhelming and scary at first but now, Aizawa can easily say that the little girl has found her place in UA. She fits perfectly in their weird, chaotic family.

Not that Aizawa was expecting any less.

What nobody was expected though, was the way Eri became attached to a certain angry and explosive blond. 

Katsuki and Eri haven't known each other all that long. But they’ve somehow managed to get to the point where they’re basically siblings. People who don’t know them personally would actually probably not even think twice about it if you told them that that were the case. They’d take one look at the dynamic between the two plus their shared red eyes and light coloured hair and they’d be sold.

Anyway, whenever Eri and Katsuki meet, it’s somehow both mesmerizing and terrifying at the same time. Eri likes to follow Katsuki around and -by some miracle- Katsuki doesn’t seem to mind. It’s almost even as if… as if Katsuki likes it. They may not realize it, but the two definitely look up to each other. Eri watches Katsuki like he’s a shining star and Katsuki watches Eri with such a fond/ proud gaze. It’s mesmerizing.

And it’s terrifying because together, the two become an absolute menace. They bring each other's hellion sides out and you’d think that isn’t possible because Eri’s so sweet and Katsuki’s already a hellion, but no. Together, Katsuki and Eri could destroy the entire campus and laugh about it and there’s absolutely nothing anybody could do to stop them.

It’s horrifying.

The first time the two properly hung out, Eri came back to Aizawa with beautifully braided hair, a knife, slingshot, at least three holes in her clothes and a lot of dirt, just dirt. The pair’d been gone for five hours without telling anybody where they were and Aizawa swears to god he was prepared to straight up commit murder before they appeared, unharmed and totally safe. 

Ever since then, Katsuki and Eri need a responsible third person around if they want to hang out or go somewhere (Todoroki and Hawks are NOT allowed to be the third person btw).

In any case, Katsuki, Todoroki and Shinso happen to be the only ones in the dorms today. Katsuki and Todoroki are on house arrest because of Reasons (injuries/ overworking themselves. idk) and Shinso’s there because he’s already learned whatever Aizawa’s teaching the rest of the class in his extra lessons and Aizawa needed someone to babysit the other two. It’s around twelve o’clock when Eri enters the dorms, Mirio drops her off because he has Stuff he needs to do and the four of them end up alone.

Somewhere on campus, Aizawa feels this random shiver going down his spine.

Things start off pretty calm, the demon spawn kids make snacks, play games and have some intense rounds of hide and seek. Maybe a chair is almost broken and maybe they’re all just praying nobody ever sits on the damn thing again, but it’s fine. “Dun fucking worry bout it eyebags! We used super glue so we’re all good.” Nothing’s on fire and nobody’s hurt so they’re cool. 

They do decide it’ll be best to stop playing hide and seek after the small uhh… mishap with the chair though. After about five minutes of contemplating what to do next, Katsuki comes with the fabulous idea to create a mattress slide.

“What’s a mattress slide?” Eri asks whilst Todoroki gives Katsuki a confused look.

“Oh fuck. You guys seriously don’t know?” The blond's eyes are wide, though he’s honestly not that surprised. “Oh shit, okay. This is going to be fucking epic!” Katsuki’s face gains a manic grin. 

Shinso’s already regretting all his life choices.

The four of them set out on a mission. All twelve spare dormitories get broken into and every single mattress is gathered and placed somewhere on the boy’s side stairs. Katsuki dictates everyone around and Eri is the head of Placement because she can’t do any of the heavy lifting. Shinso, Todoroki and Katsuki’s mattresses get ripped off their beds too and in the end, their mattress slide starts at the top (fourth) floor and ends all the way down at ground level.

It’s pretty fucking impressive if you ask Katsuki. He used to do this all the time whenever his parents left for a while. Back then, he just had two mattresses to work with though. One (his parent’s) served as a buffer at the bottom of the stairs and the other (his) was to slide down. It was definitely not safe.

This is way better.

When all four kids stand proud and tall at the top of the stairs, it’s unanimous that Eri should be the first to go down.

“Go ahead Eri. We worked hard for this, you get the honour of going down first.” Shinso says.

The glint in the little girl's eyes immediately intensifies, smile wide and body buzzing with anticipation. Large red eyes look at the slightly unstable sight of crookedly layed mattresses and without announcement, little legs leap. Eri’s a giggling mess as she rolls down the magnificently created mess and the three teen boys do not hesitate to jump after her.

It’s safe to say that the following hour or so is a complete chaotic catastrophe. And maybe that’s because there isn’t a lot of architectural intelligence between the four of them, maybe it’s because of the multiple times a head banged against a wall, or perhaps the decision to play tag on the stairs wasn’t the best, but either way, they have a lot of fun.

Maybe, when Aizawa bursts in just as all four are sprawled out over and on top of eachother at the bottom of the stairs, laughing like kids should be laughing (in a way Aizawa’s never seen before), maybe that’s why the teacher decides to let this catastrophe slide (haha get it, slide) just this once.