#sigourney weaver x reader

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: The newly married couple adjust to some new accessories…

A/N: This is only a short but there are more works in progress

Newly Weds

You and Ellen had recently gotten back off your honeymoon. You’d been married for just over 4 months now. You had a simple but beautiful wedding; just what Ellen wanted. She didn’t like a fuss being made about her, she told you countless times and although you were prepared to go all out for her, you were also prepared to give her the wedding she dreamt of. You’ve been together for 4 years but settling down together back onto earth with Newt took its time, especially after the years you’d spent with Ripley up in space, never thought you’d touch the Earths surface again, especially after the multiple attacks from Xenomorphs, being stranded on a planet, and being right in the middle of a Queen Xenomorphs nest. It was around another 4 year when the three of you were finally settled into your new home, and new lives on planet Earth with Jonesy and Newt.

And so when you both took your first holiday abroad to where Ellen and Newt had chosen to go to for the first time ever, you proposed. You didn’t want to overwhelm Ripley too much, but it felt right to have a photographer or two hidden round the corner. It was a simple but heartfelt proposal; you got down on one knee, took her hand, vowed your life to her, and popped the question. After she said yes a million times over Newt was squealing and jumping up and down in her little summer dress that Ellen had bought her after a girly shopping day. The ring was everything Ellen had wanted. So when Ripley said yes, and you’d embraced each other nearly in tears, you bent down to Newt and promised to love her and protect her forever, when you surprised her with a little silver bracelet with her name engraved on it.

When you got back home you shared the news with all the Marines at a weekly dinner/family time you all had. Safe to say they nearly broke the dining table and chairs they were all that excited.

Your wedding was beautiful. You were both dressed exactly how you wanted. Ellen was stunning that day, you tell her she’s stunning everyday but on the day you married one another she had a glow to her. Throughout your ceremony and vows you never took each others eyes off the other. Of course, the Marines and their families came to the wedding. Newt was the flower girl, Vasquez and Hudson were the bestmen/woman. Drake argued with Hicks because they both wanted to be in charge of decorations. Gorman and Bishop were in charge of food, Bishop was very particular as he wanted to make sure his best friends’ wedding went exactly to plan, as well as pleasing the guests. Ferro and Apone were in charge of everyone and ensuring the cake was military protected.

When your ceremony was over and both wedding rings were on you walked down the aisle having the marines chuck flower petals over you while everyone was their own photographer. Newt was skipping behind her loving parents down the aisle picking up some petals to put behind her teddys ear. When you sat at the table ready for food and cake at the end you and Ripley were hand in hand, only parting now and then see to friends, and see families of the marines… who were up and dancing with Newt before the cake had been cut. Some gave a speech and some felt their eyes water at the speeches, but no matter the emotion or reaction you and Ripley were sat together, souls and hearts interlinked. When it was time to cut the cake you both had your hands covering each others as you pushed the knife down through the 3 tiered cake. When you both got a piece cut, Ripley putting a small bit of cream on her finger, letting you lick it off, because shoving her whole piece of cake in your face. Even though it almost caused a food fight, the venue erupted with laughter and you swear you’d never seen Ellen’s smile so bright.

The night was drawing to an end. Some were clearing off and others were staying slow dancing or finishing off the cake. Vasquez had took Newt home with her partner for the night as she saw the small girly was tired and wanted to give the new brides a chance at focusing on one another. You and Ripley whispered some sweet and soft words to each other, arms wrapped around each other and soft kisses were placed gently. Later that night you went back to the fancy hotel that everyone had booked and went up to your en-suite room, there was some more cake but especially made for yourself and Ellen. And when I tell you that cake was put to use that night, it was. You consummated your marriage, so to speak, for hours that night. It was rough, slow, sensual, rough, slow, and sensual. You experimented and touched each other like you never had before. Kisses lasted longer, lingering fingers lasted a little longer than wanted as some grew impatient, the cake was drawn up each others body’s and the others tongue ran up and licked it all up. And clothes… yeah the clothes were ripped off.

The next morning you woke up admiring one another. Admiring your wife. It was a proud feeling to finally call Ellen your wife which you told her so that morning. And all she did was stare deeply into your eyes telling you softly that she loved you while she did her best to comb down your bedhead hair with her fingers.

And so 4 months on you were driving back from a shopping run with Ripley in the passenger seat and Newt safely and securely buckled up in the back with her teddy, getting through a doughnut you’d bought her, and softly singing along to the music you’d put on that she’d requested.

You had your hand resting in the middle of Ellen’s thigh gently caressing it with one or two fingers when you didn’t have to use two hands while driving. It was one of the small things Ellen majorly appreciated. She feels loved, acknowledged, and seen when you do the little things. Now this, your hand on her thigh whilst you were driving a 4x4, she found extremely hot, but she found it caring aswell. She was playing with your wedding ring, spinning it round on your finger and polishing it with her T-Shirt when she could. She’d gained a habit of these; if you were holding hands she’d play with it, in bed cuddling her arm would be resting over yours and either playing or stroking your ring. She thought she couldn’t already but she finds you even more attractive now that you’re wearing a wedding ring. She likes it because it looks good on your but also because she knows everyone can see you belong to someone. She likes it on you because she knows you like to show it off. Fiddling with your ring caught your attention to which at the next red light you leaned over to kiss her which she highly appreciated. She intertwined her fingers with yours and said, “This is staying on”.

[fandomnerd9602]

Do more Kiri from Avatar

Kiri and Y/N continue their little make out session…

Kiri straddles Y/N’s lap…

Y/N: Kiri

Kiri: mmm?

Y/N: it’s getting close to when you need Pandora’s air

Kiri: can I tell you secret? I actually breath both your air and mine

She wraps her tail around Y/N’s hips

Kiri: I am not going anywhere

Kiri giggles as she continues her onslaught of kisses…

[feasibilities]

Here & Now - Depressed!Tom Buckley x Professor!Reader Ψ

Warnings: Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Depreciation, Fluff, etc.

Author’s Note: This is the first fic I’ve written for any character played by Cillian Murphy, so take it easy on me! Also, I would love to make a spicy Part 2. Hope you enjoy <3

Tom was a complete wreck after the sudden death of Dr. Margaret Matheson.

Her departure left cracks in the foundation of the school’s Psychology Department. When he wasn’t grading assignments or obsessing over the supposed psychic abilities of Simon Silver, he was locked away in his office. He rarely ate or slept. You often saw him break down in tears at Margaret’s desk. Offering your help seemed to make things worse. You decided to let him grieve and offer your support from a distance.

“I need someone to talk to.” Tom blurted out,stopping you before you left for the evening. You chose to ignore the faint current of electricity that went through your arm when he grabbed it.

“Of course, Tom.” You said softly.

—

Through driving home & ordering takeout, Tom hadn’t said a word outside of a meek “Thank you”. The awkward silence was becoming a bit too much to handle, until he finally spoke.

“I…never got to tell Margaret the truth.” Tom faltered, his blue eyes beginning to well up with tears.

“Truth about what?” You said, listening intently.

“My powers.” Tom said with a lump in his throat.

You looked at Tom as if he had three heads, but then you began to think. Maybe he was right.

You noticed that unexplainable oddities became a regular occurrence when he was near. Electrical devices would short out randomly. Birds would fly into the windows, even if they were obscured by blinds. Weather patterns would change with little notice. He could guess what you were thinking with frightening levels of accuracy. You had been told that the science of the paranormal was a farce since you started teaching, but was it really?

“Whatever they are, I love you just the same. I’m sure Margaret would too.” You whispered as you scooted closer. You wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

“But I could’ve-“ Tom started.

“You can’t, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. What matters is the here & now. You have a friend for life in me, Thomas.” You spoke earnestly, interlocking your fingers with his.

“Do I really deserve that?” Tom questioned.

Growing tired of his self-deprecation, you climbed onto his lap and kissed him tenderly. His lips were as soft as they looked. You felt him embrace you and slide his hands up your shirt. Pulling away from kiss, you looked into his eyes. His pupils were wide with admiration and red from the tears.

“I love you too…” Tom cooed.

To Be Continued

[dixonsstinkysock]

I swear the next chapter is coming out… Ive been busy w school sorry 😅😅 Anyway here’s an vid of my mommy and daddy.🤭

[loaklvr]

britain dalton when america dalton walks in

[cassieuncaged]

Would you be interested in an Ellen Ripley request where she dances in the kitchen with her s/o while they're trying to cook? 👉👈

Dinner and Dancing

Ellen Ripley x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Ellen can't cook...but she can't dance either.

TW: none :)

WC: 400

A/N: it's a little short and i'm sorry. Had a difficult time with writer's block this week, unfortunately :(

The record player jumped as a pot clattered to the ground yet again. Y/N giggled as the mechanic pried the utensil from the floor, swearing under her breath.

"How goes the spaghetti?" you smiled playfully from the doorway, arms crossed. It had been Ellen's choice to make dinner in the first place, likely to wow you.

It was a wow how bad she was at it.

"I haven't gotten that far," she gritted as you slowly stepped closer, "Cooking isn't my forte."

"You're too tense," nimble fingers massaged tight shoulder while vintage music from the 20th century played. Sam Cooke, one of your favorites to play while preparing dinner. "Let me help. I'll dice tomatoes for the sauce."

"You'll help?" eyes widened to the size of saucers; Ripley was never good at asking for assistance.

"You're obviously a mess and I don't want my dinner burned..." this earned a swat to the side with a towel, earning a surprised laugh.

~~~~~

"Dance with me?" El offered while the noodles cooked and the sauce simmered. Sam Cooke's Wonderful World played happily in the background as your other half swayed toward you.

"You're in a better mood," chuckling, calloused hands were taken in your own. It was a quiet moment while dinner slowly cooked, sashaying across the chipped linoleum floor.

"It's hard not to be now." A kiss was pressed to the tip of a pink tipped nose before spinning y/n in a sloppy circle. Laughing excitedly, you grinned before almost toppling over. A strong hand clasped around a bare wrist, pulling you back to unsure feet. "Sorry, I'm not much a dancer either."

"That's alright," carefully, one foot was pressed onto each of hers, keeping you both grounded, "I'll keep us steady."

A grin spread across her lips like a righteous wildfire, brows furrowing as you were pulled asunder and dipped in strong arms. Dinner continued to simmer as you both patiently danced to a song from centuries ago, imagining an easier life.

Maybe it would have been the same.

All Y/N could possibly hope is that you and Ellen consistently found each other.

[danisnotmyname]

Idk about you but I’m up late thinking about Sigourney Weaver. Would you be open to writing Cisserus turning reader into a vampire? I’m craving silly vampires but I’d be on my knees so fast for her.

Here you go! It's rather short but I hope you enjoy!

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

a/n: Eddie x fem!Reader. It’s been a while. Thank you all so much for bearing with me. This is a purely self-indulgent blurb/fic. Not beta read. Inspired after author watched Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

warnings: oral, penetration, dom/sub undertones if you squint, edging, reader with a vagina, Eddie being a little shit. I think that’s it! As always, please DM me if I missed anything.

October 31st, 1996 - 10:25pm

The candy had been eaten, scares given, and costumes put away for another year. You had gladly been on candy duty for a majority of the evening at the community centre, giving out treats, facilitating games for the little ones, and telling ghost stories to enraptured ten year olds who hung off your every word.

As for Eddie, he was running a DnD one-shot for the teens down the hallway. Occasionally you could hear raucous laughter and some profanities spew from the din. It brought a smile to your face knowing that he could still command a room like he had not-so-many years ago at Hawkins High.

But now, you’re home. In your shared apartment. Your legs are on his lap, while you balance a bowl of popcorn on yours. Your eyes are glued to the screen, watching as Dana Barrett and Louis Tully embrace, kissing passionately, the Keymaster and the Gatekeeper reunited at long last.

Your periphery catches movement as Eddie’s hand reaches for the popcorn before landing squarely (purposefully) on your thigh. You rip your attention from the TV to lift a curious brow at him, only to be met with a smirk. “Something on your mind, handsome?”

He croons, smirk growing to a full blown smile. “A few things, yeah,” Eddie admits, hand inching a little higher, “just thinkin’ about how killer you’d look in that dress.” He nods back to the screen, referring to the gown Dana’s wearing.

“You think I can pull that off?” You scoff.

“Sweetheart, you can pull off a god damn trash bag.”

“I’m not Sigourney Weaver, Eddie.”

“She’s got nothing on you.” He tugs the bowl from out of your grasp, placing it on the coffee table before giving you his full attention. Leaning over, he cages you in, forcing you full on your back against the couch. Eddie’s lips brush against yours, silently asking for permission, with a small peck against his, he surges against you like a man trying to quench his thirst. His hands are everywhere, as are yours, a whirlwind of disregarded clothes find themselves unceremoniously on the floor, but you’re both too distracted to care.

“You looked so hot in that witch’s outfit, babe. Was hard to keep it together tonight.” He latches on to the space where shoulder meets neck, sucking in a bruise.

“Y-you looked pretty hand - fuck - handsome yourself. The eyeliner, the fake-fangs, like something out of The Lost Boys, Christ, Ed’s.”

“Mhm. You like a bad boy, don’t ya, sweets?” Lathing the spot with the flat of his tongue. You shudder, eyes rolling back a little, losing yourself - did he say something? He nips at your skin and you gasp. “I asked you a question.”

“Could - could you repeat the - ah - shit - you’re distracting me, Munson.” You pout.

“Am I?” He looks at you with those big brown eyes, all faux-innocence and one-hundred percent mischief. “My bad.”

“Asshole.”

Eddie chuckles softly, “Guilty as charged. Now, are you gonna let me continue being a distraction or…?”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“Yes.”

You cum three times. First, on his tongue. And he makes you work for it, pay back for calling him an asshole. He lifts you higher and higher then pulls his affections away, leaving fluttery kisses around your clit before he starts again. He does this four times until you’re nearly sobbing. It’s a rather messy affair when he finally lets you cum, snapping like a taut wire, and gushing all over him.

Still dazed and trembling from the power of your orgasm, he pulls a second with practiced fingers. Playing you like he plays his guitar, making you sing into the howling night. You’re begging for his cock now, begging to cream all over it, but he shushes you as he works in a fourth digit. You arch your back clear off the couch like a woman possessed, you cum harder than you have in your life.

Or so you thought.

When Eddie eases into you, it’s the closest thing to heaven you can imagine. He stretches you and fills you just right, the piercing on the tip of his cock finding that spot only he knows how to he reach. He presses his forehead to yours, muttering to keep your eyes on him. And you do, because how could you possibly look away? Not only does he fuck you like tonight is the last night on Earth, he makes love to you as if you’re the only two people left on the planet. Slow, self-assured, comforting, everything else dissolves around you. You cum so hard you see stars. Your lungs burn, robbed of air, as you clench and cream and gush. He empties into you with such a guttural groan of relief at the exact same moment, sweat beading his beautiful brow. He pumps, once, twice, a third time, then lays on top of you, satiated, dipping his head a little to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“You absolute menace.” You tease, with an exhausted smile, leaning forward to capture his lips.

“What can I say? Bustin’ makes me feel good, baby.”

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

The Stranger | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Your usual CriMi stuff. Guns. Someone's being shot.

Author's note: Was on my nth rewatch when I thought about this. It's basically season 6 episode 21 - The Stranger. This isn't any good, but I needed to let the idea out and figured I could share it with you.

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“It’s so unnecessary. There’s too much blood and gore and… bleh…” 

When Spencer invited me to the horror movie festival at the cinema complex in town, I didn’t expect it to be a group activity. For a stupid, naive moment, I thought the resident genius had actually asked me out on a date but when Penelope and Derek rocked up, I realized it wasn’t a date. 

I had been working at the BAU for about four years. When I first started working there, it was very hard for me to merge with the already super tight group. I didn’t want to impose, so I merely stayed in the background and only did what was asked of me. Until there was one time where I didn’t agree with our boss, Aaron Hotchner, and told that right to his face. 

Ever since, the team held me in high esteem, even Aaron. 

It also brought me and Spencer closer together. Our bond had grown stronger on the field, and subsequently also off the field. I can’t remember at what point we started hanging out after work, too, but it was long before I actually started to develop feelings for my coworker. 

So, when he asked me out to the movies, my heart leapt with joy. 

I had donned a cute outfit, did my hair and makeup all prettily, despite having just come off a twelve-hour workday. 

And then Penelope and Derek joined and I realized Spencer had not only asked me, but our coworkers, as well. It stung, at first, but in the end, I had such a nice time that I didn’t care for it as much anymore. 

“Garcia, it’s a slasher film,” Spencer retorted to our blonde coworker. “How do you do a slasher film without violence?”

“You imply it,” Penelope said, almost angrily. 

“Baby, the movie is called Slice 6. What were you expecting?” Derek questioned, grinning. 

Penelope’s eyes widened, an answer at the ready. “Uh, a refreshing beverage with a twist of comedy.” Spencer and I chuckled at the same time, and our eyes met for a second. “I’m gonna have nightmares for a week.” 

I tilted my head slightly so I could look past Spencer at Penelope. “With everything that we do and see on a daily basis, that got to you?” I asked her. 

“Listen, Blaze, you may be all Sigourney Weaver ass-kicking tough, which is awesome–” I giggled at the nickname Penelope had baptized me with on that day I stood up against Hotch. “But the mystical mavens of innocence like myself jump at things that go bump in the night.” 

Penelope was so intense and dramatic most times, it was my favorite thing about her. 

“Why are you worried? I’m sure that Morgan will protect you,” Spencer added, then looked up at me to share in the upcoming joke. “As long as he’s not jumping out of his chair like a prepubescent schoolgirl.” 

The three of us laughed at Derek’s expense before he started to defend himself. “The only reason I jumped is ‘cause you guys woke me up.” 

“How could you sleep during that?” Penelope asked, grabbing onto Derek’s bicep. It gave me the urge to do the same with Spencer, but I withheld myself from doing so. Instead, I looked up at him and studied his features for a second. 

His side profile really was remarkable. With his sharp jawline and his button nose. I liked his hair short, in comparison to how long it was just a year prior. I liked the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled and I liked how his tie was perpetually crooked. I knew I shouldn’t fall for my coworker, but with Spencer, you couldn’t help but fall for him. 

“Villain,” Spencer’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. 

“What?” Derek asked, which reassured me he wasn’t talking to me. 

“In movies, UnSubs are called “villains”.” 

Derek chuckled. “My bad.” 

As the four of us continued our walk towards the car, I couldn’t help my mind to wander. While I was disappointed it wasn’t an actual date, I actually really enjoyed it. Mostly because I had Spencer whispering facts into my ear about the movie or things that didn’t make a lot of sense scientifically, calming the fear that had built up inside of me due to the suspense. 

“Do you wanna know why horror movies are so successful?” Spencer then asked us. 

I couldn’t help but smile while Derek asked, “Why’s that, Genius?” 

“They prey on our instinctual need to survive,” he started. “In tribal days, a woman’s scream would signal danger and the men would return from hunting to protect their pack. That’s why it’s always the women and not the men who fall victim to the bogeyman.”

I smiled and finally stopped fighting my instincts to grab his arm. “Count on you, Reid, to break a movie down to science,” I said, softly squeezing the fabric of his coat. Almost like a secret code to tell him that I loved it when he whispered facts to me during the movie. “My favorite thing about horror movies is the suspense factor,” I then continued. 

“Oh, the ticking clock,” Spencer added, eyes widened slightly for dramatic effect. 

I wiggled my eyebrows, a grin tugging at my lips as I lowered my voice to a suspenseful hush. “The helpless victim walks through the dark… Shadows reaching out to get her.”

Then, Spencer went on, his voice lowering an octave to add a bit of spookiness to his own words. “A sudden noise draws her attention. Is someone there–” He leaned down to say in my ear, “or is it just in her head?” 

“It’s totally unrealistic,” Penelope cut through our scary-movie-rundown. “No one should be walking through a dark alley by themselves at night.”

Derek cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. “Hello?” 

“Ah, no one should be walking through a dark alley without a Derek Morgan by their side,” Penelope corrected herself, grinning up at the man beside her. 

“But the best part of a horror movie,” Spencer went on. “You never know when the end is gonna come.” 

In my mind, I thought, I don’t think I wanna know when the end is gonna come, though I was only thinking of the end of our night. 

“Well, I think the end of this lovely night has come,” Derek said when we had reached the cars and Pen was stifling a yawn. “Another day at work tomorrow,” he reminded us as though we needed it. 

Spencer had carpooled with Penelope and Derek. They had just returned from work while I had to go home first to feed my cat. But instead of joining them by Derek’s car, he remained by my side, even though I had let go of his arm to do so. Seemingly having noticed this, Derek looked at his coworker. 

“You coming with us, Reid?” he asked. 

Glancing over at me, he shook his head. “I think we’ve learned from this movie that we should never leave a woman alone during the night. I’ll see to it that Blaze gets home safe.” 

A flutter erupted in my stomach whilst heat crept up to my cheeks. I was lucky that it was so dark, so no one would be able to notice. “Oh, that’s fine, Spence. I’m sure I won’t be murdered on the way home.” 

“No, I insist,” he said and stepped forward towards my car. 

Penelope grinned and winked at me before saying, “Well, Blaze, seems you’ve got your very own knight in shining armor.” 

Completely ignoring the effect this insinuation had on my body, I chuckled. “More like brains in shining armor, you mean.” 

Only momentarily, and only to give me a hug, Penelope let go of Derek’s arm. “Tell him how you feel tonight,” she whispered into my ear. 

Penelope Garcia was the sole confidante privy to my secret crush on Spencer. Surrounded by a team of keen profilers, one might assume others would catch on, yet fortunately, my feelings remained unnoticed by all except Penelope. It was she who skillfully coaxed the admission from me. Since then, our weekly girls' nights became a sanctuary, overflowing with ice cream and dissecting Spencer Reid's flirtations of the week. Penelope's enthusiasm often led me to believe Spencer reciprocated, only for reality to swiftly dispel such notions upon our next encounter.

“You know I won’t,” I whispered back, only to earn a glare from the blonde. 

“Bye, my loves!” Penelope waved as she made a beeline towards Derek’s car. 

Once Spencer and I had returned the goodbyes to our coworkers, we got into my car. Silence engulfed us, only broken by the soft hum of the engine and soon thereafter, the music playing from the radio. I felt a tingle on the back of my neck, suddenly completely aware that I was all alone with my best friend. 

“Did you enjoy the movie?” He then asked when we drove off. 

I hummed. “Mm-mmm, yeah. My favorite moment was when the slicer’s brother was in the closet. I did not see that coming.” From the corner of my eye, I caught Spencer’s wide smile and the nod of his head. 

“Yeah, I noticed that. I believe you nearly broke my hand from how hard you were squeezing it.” 

My cheeks flushed again at the memory of us holding hands during the movie, just because I was scared. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, chuckling. 

“No, don’t be,” he said. “I didn’t mind it.” 

When I looked over at him for a split second, he was already looking at me, giving me a warm smile. Spencer had the most beautiful smile, one that reached his eyes with a twinkle. Not falling in love with this man was impossible. 

During the car ride, the two of us rehashed our favorite parts of the movie before we lapsed into conversation about work. It was inevitable not to talk about the most recent case we had as it was still so fresh in our minds. 

“Why don’t you come up for a moment?” Spencer asked when we had arrived at his place. “I can tell you’re still a bit shaken up from the case and the movie hasn’t done much good to help that feeling.” 

I hesitated. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been to his apartment before, we’d spent many a day together after hours, just hanging out. But the idea that this evening was a date still haunted the back of my mind. Then again, the idea of being home alone with the anxiety still sitting on my chest didn’t entice me either. 

“Uhm, sure,” I heard myself say before unbuckling and putting the car in park. 

His apartment was cold when we walked in. We had been on the case for a couple of days, so Spencer had turned down the heating, of course. Whilst he took care of turning it back on, I kicked off my shoes and went to find a blanket to wrap around me in hopes it would warm me up a bit. 

As I waited for Spencer to return, I replied to a couple of messages from my mother, my sister and Penelope that I had missed during the movie or, in the last case, during the drive home. 

Tell him!!! 

Penelope’s message read, but it was quickly forgotten when Spencer returned with cups of tea, handing one over to me before sitting down next to me. The steam of the hot beverage wafted in my face and the aroma of it alone told me it was chamomile tea, my favorite. 

As Spencer and I settled onto the cozy couch, steaming cups of tea in hand, the ambiance of the dimly lit room enveloped us in a sense of tranquility. Conversation flowed effortlessly between us, seamlessly transitioning from discussions about our latest case to lighter, more random topics. Spencer's animated gestures and thoughtful insights never failed to captivate me, his intellect a constant source of admiration.

Lost in our exchange, time seemed to slip away unnoticed, until the credits of the movie we had intended to watch began to roll. With a shared chuckle, we realized we had become so engrossed in conversation that we hadn't even started the film. Determined not to let the evening go to waste, we decided to press play anyway.

However, the warmth of the room combined with the soothing rhythm of the movie soon lulled us into a state of relaxation. Before we knew it, our eyes grew heavy, and the soft cushions of the couch beckoned us into a peaceful slumber. Side by side, cups of tea empty on the coffee table, we drifted off into a contented sleep, the gentle glow of the screen casting a serene aura over the room. 

I was startled awake the next morning by the sound of my phone ringing and buzzing on the coffee table. Slowly but surely, my brain started to wake too, which was the moment it dawned on me where I was and what was happening. 

Spencer and I had fallen asleep on the couch, my head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me. The idea of it alone sent shivers down my spine. Though I couldn’t revel in the feeling for too long when my mind snapped back to the ringing on the coffee table. 

Garcia was calling me. 

“Hello?” I greeted, unsure about what she was calling me about. 

“Sorry to be calling so early, my sweetling, but duty’s calling,” she informed me. “So, get Reid up and get your sweet asses to the BAU.” At the mention of his name, my eyes flicked towards Spencer next to me. He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, making him look like an adorable toddler. 

The words finally registered in my brain, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion. “Wait– How do you–” 

“I came to pick you up at your place, but when you weren’t here, I figured you’d have stayed at Spencer’s considering the movie we watched last night,” she explained with that cheeky tone in her voice that told me she was smirking all the way through. 

I cleared my throat as I removed the blanket from my body. “Right – We’ll be right there.” 

“Drive careful, my love. Toodaloo.” 

Once Penelope had hung up, I nudged Spencer along. The two of us got ready in silence before heading out the door and getting into my car. We only stopped at the coffee shop at the corner of the street where Spencer got us both coffees. 

Entering the BAU, the two of us were quickly joined by some of the team, though only Penelope shot me a knowing look at the outfit I was wearing; yesterday’s clothes. Rossi, however, was only interested in hearing about the movie we watched, which Spencer was all too happy to divulge into. 

“What we didn’t see coming was that the slicer’s brother was in the closet,” he mentioned, which made me smile. It was the exact moment we had talked about the night before. 

“Frightening,” Rossi commented as the four of us moved through the hallways. 

“Did you tell him?” Penelope asked in a whisper, hooking her arm with mine. 

I shook my head. “I chickened out,” I said, earning a stern glare from the blonde. “I just– I don’t want anything to change between us, Pen. We’re in a really good place right now a-and I don’t wanna blow that.” 

“Speaking of horror,” Rossi’s comment had us all stopping in our tracks when we noticed Strauss talking to Hotch in his office. 

The four of us looked at the scene in front of us as Spencer asked, “What’s Strauss doing here?”

“Whatever it is, I cast my vote on “not good”,” Penelope replied. 

The four of us piled into the briefing room where Derek already was, ready to be presented with the case. It took a few moments before Hotch joined us, undoubtedly getting a stern talking to from Strauss. “Let’s get started,” he muttered once he walked through the door. 

Penelope briefed us about the case and we were soon on the jet to San Diego, bouncing theories off one another with the first impressions we had about the case. As we started building the profile, the UnSub attacked again, leaving us with four victims before we were able to give a profile. 

While Morgan, Rossi and Hotch delivered the profile to the rest of the police department, Spencer and I were tasked to inform the officers on-campus. The entire time we were there, Spencer allowed me to do most of the talking, only chiming in when he felt necessary. It was the perfect dynamic of going back-and-forth. 

Spencer and I turned away from the girls we had been talking to and convened together a little further away, bouncing theories off each other. I was in the middle of a sentence when Spencer reached out and wiped my cheek with his thumb.

"Eyelash," he said, showing me the single lash he had caught on his thumb. The tantilizing electricity zapped between us, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could say anything else, we were whisked away on the next part of our case. There was never a moment to breathe. 

There were two more victims after that, two in one go before we found who the UnSub could be. As we all geared up to get Greg Phinney, Spencer turned towards me with a worried look on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“Will you be careful?” his question was intertwined with mine, making it almost impossible to hear it. 

I wasn’t sure where this sudden worry had come from. We’d been doing fine for over four years. He had never worried about me until now. “Of course. Always.” 

With a quick nod, Spencer turned on his heel to join Derek while I tagged along with Hotch and Rossi. Soon enough, we were informed that Greg Phinney wasn’t at his own apartment and that we’d better floor it towards Kate’s. It was a whirlwind of phone calls and theories and words until Hotch snapped me out of it. 

“y/l/n, I want you to come in with me. Leave your firearm here.” There was no time to object, so I handed my gun over to the officer next to me before falling into step with my boss. “Be compassionate and sympathetic to him. Let him tell you how Kate betrayed him and how much you understand his devastation,” he informed me. 

I simply nodded my head and with feigned confidence, I knocked on the mahogany door. As the door softly creaked open, a chill swept through me, raising the fine hairs on the back of my neck. 

Greg's appearance was ordinary yet unsettling, his features shrouded in an eerie stillness. His eyes, a piercing blue, bore into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. They seemed to hold secrets untold, each glance a silent invitation into the depths of his darkness.

His jawline was sharp, set in a firm line that betrayed no emotion. A hint of fear pooled in his eyes, sending a ripple of unease coursing through me. It was as if he knew something I didn't, as if he held the upper hand in a game whose rules remained a mystery.

In that moment, as our eyes locked in a silent standoff, I couldn't shake the feeling that Greg Phinney was more than just a suspect—he was a predator, waiting patiently in the shadows for his next opportunity to strike.

“I never said you could bring in anyone else,” he said to Hotch, but keeping his eyes on mine. 

“I know, but I thought if we talked inside we could work this out ourselves,” I retorted, surprising myself with the amount of strength that was audible in my voice. 

Greg blinked. “Are you some kind of a negotiator?” 

I didn’t respond, but waited for Greg to make the first move. He looked out towards the police cars standing behind me, officers ready to go in when necessary. 

“No guns,” he finally said. 

“No guns,” I agreed. 

Greg opened the door further, revealing that he had Kate in a chokehold with one arm and a knife against her throat, a gun in his other hand. “Okay,” he whispered and cocked his head to the side, urging us to come in. He moved towards the living room with Kate as Hotch and I followed behind. 

“Close the door,” he ordered to Hotch, who obeyed politely. “All right. Stand over there.” 

Hotch moved over towards the spot Greg was pointing at. “You need to put the gun down,” he said. 

“We need to get out of here. Is that gonna happen?” Greg asked instead. 

“As long as you’ve got a gun, if one of the agents outside has a clear shot, he’ll take it.” 

Inhaling deeply, regaining my determination, I took a tentative step forward. “Tell me what you want, Greg.”

“You know, I don’t want to get locked up again,” said Greg, still holding on very tightly to Kate with a knife against her throat and a gun waving around. 

A thousand ideas were whirling inside my head until I landed on one. “Don’t you really want Kate to apologize for making your dad forget your mom?” I asked, cautiously and very slowly approaching Greg. 

“No, I didn’t do that though,” Kate chimed in. 

My eyes flicked towards Kate, my jaw clenched and my eyebrows furrowed in feigned anger. “Unless the next words out of your mouth are “I’m sorry”, I don’t wanna hear anything else from you.” When I looked back at Greg, I made sure to soften my features. “I understand, Greg. I do. She took care of you. You trusted her. And then she betrayed you as soon as your mother was gone. It must have crushed you when Kate married your dad. How did it make you feel, Greg?” 

Greg didn’t know what was happening. I could see the gears behind his eyes whirling whilst he became more and more agitated. 

“I’m sorry,” Kate whimpered. 

“You felt betrayed, didn’t you, Greg?” I continued, certain of my tactics and it seemed Hotch was on the same page I was. 

“Ask her the question, Greg,” he said. Greg looked at my boss in surprise. “Go ahead.” The young man opened his mouth to ask the question he wanted to ask, but hesitated. “Ask her,” Hotch ordered again. 

Then, the question Hotch and I had both anticipated rolled off Greg’s lips. “Why not me?” A single tear slipped down Kate’s cheek. “Why not me?!” he asked louder. 

“Answer him, Kate,” Hotch ordered. 

Kate whimpered and gasped for air before her answer came out in a whisper. “Because you were just a … boy.” 

Glancing from Kate towards us and back, Greg said, “But I loved you,” and he almost sounded incredulous as if he couldn’t believe she would never reciprocate his feelings. He tightened the knife against Kate’s throat and I knew something needed to happen. “I loved you.”

Hushed apologies rushed from Kate’s lips as Greg continued to declare his love for the old babysitter. 

Behind them, I noticed Rossi sneaking up, gun aimed. Hotch was quick to dive away and as Greg turned, wanting to fire back, I took the opportunity to grab Kate and bring her to safety in a small hallway to our right. Two gunshots went off. 

Greg fell to the floor against the sofa. Through the whirlwind happening in my mind, I heard Hotch call for backup as he himself approached the unconscious young man, discarting him of his firearm before checking his pulse. 

Once the scene was deemed safe, I guided the distraught Kate outside where I brought her to the EMT’s to get checked up. I made sure she was all right before turning to rejoin my coworkers on the scene when another EMT stopped me. 

“Agent y/l/n, is that your blood?” she asked, pointing at my left arm. 

When I looked down, the sleeve of my burgundy long sleeve shirt had turned even darker and was slightly ripped. Only then did I realize that the second gunshot wasn’t Rossi firing twice. It had been Greg, wanting to shoot at Rossi but instead nicking my arm. 

“Huh,” I said before everything went completely dark. 

“You fainted at the sight of blood?” Morgan’s voice chimed through the hospital foyer when he came to pick me up afterwards. I was cleared to go after being treated for the gunshot wound that had grazed my skin. Though I didn’t think it was so bad, I still had to wear a sling for a couple of days. 

I shrugged as the two of us fell into step to walk out to the car. “You know, I think it was the adrenaline of it all more than the blood itself,” I retorted with a giggle and hopped into the passenger’s seat while he took the driver’s. 

“There’s someone who isn’t all too happy with your actions,” he commented. 

I furrowed my brows. “Who?” I asked, certain it wasn’t our boss since it was all his idea. 

“Reid, of course,” he replied as though I should’ve known the answer. For a fleeting moment, our eyes met before Morgan focused back on the road. “I think it’s time you and Reid had a good conversation because this is ludicrous.” 

Before I could even ask him about any of it, we had arrived at the airport where everyone was waiting for us on the jet. Determined to ask Spencer about what was wrong, I approached him but as soon as he saw me, he put on his headphones. Okay, that’s clear, I thought and instead sat down on the other side of the jet. 

“Hey,” Rossi captured my attention. “Good job today, kid.” 

I mustered up the best smile I could give. “Thanks, Dave.” 

All the way back to Quantico, I pondered about what might be happening inside that genius’ brain. Why could he be upset about me doing my job? He had gotten into danger more often than I had, much to my dismay. Those had been the most harrowing cases; where I’d almost lost him or any of our other team members. 

I tried to talk to him when we got back to the BAU, but he simply walked past me and ignored me completely. Though he was going to change his course in a couple of days, I didn’t have much patience for that. So, after a frustrating shower and a change of clothes, I rocked up to his apartment in a fury. 

“What the hell did I do wrong that you don’t want to talk to me?!” I asked as soon as he opened his door, pushing past him and dropping my back on the sofa. 

“Are you kidding?” he asked, then scoffed. “You put yourself in danger and I’m not allowed to be angry?!” His voice matched mine, the anger dripping from his words. 

I shook my head. “No! You put yourself in danger more often than I have and I have never been allowed to be angry at you! I was doing my job, Spence! A dumb bullet just grazed my skin. It’s not like I was inside a building that exploded or got shot in the fucking knee! I’m fine!” 

Spencer’s face faltered. His eyes fell to the floor as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “I was… I was scared to lose you, y/n. I heard you were shot and you were in the hospital and I just… I couldn’t believe Hotch would ever put your life in danger like that. I just– I can’t stand to lose you.”

Suddenly everything clicked in my mind. Every subtle touch, every glance sent my way, all the coffees he’d bought me or when he ordered my favorite food on cases, … All along, Spencer Reid might have felt the same way for me as I did for him. 

As he kept on babbling about how he was so scared to lose me and what the statistics are of people in our field dying during cases, I took a few tentative steps towards him until I was mere inches before him. For a heartbeat, I hesitated, but then a surge of confidence boosted me. I lifted his chin between my index finger and thumb, forcing him to meet my eyes before I softly kissed his lips. 

For a second, I thought I’d made the wrong move until he kissed me back. His lips moved with passion and fervor, his hands covering the sides of my face while my hands moved to his waist, fingers gripping at his shirt. 

In the midst of our passionate embrace, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the heat of our entwined bodies. With each tender caress and fervent kiss, it was as if a lifetime of longing was finally being released, flooding our senses with an overwhelming rush of emotion. In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the undeniable truth of our connection, burning brighter than any statistic or fear. As we lost ourselves in the sweet surrender of our love, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by a love that was as unstoppable as it was undeniable. And as the world faded into the background, all that mattered was the beating of our hearts, entwined in a timeless rhythm of love and devotion.

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‧₊˚✩ 01 ; girls like girls / k. sully

♡ 𓂃 ꒰ girls like girls! ꒱˚.༄ ೃ kiri sully x fem!reader. 901 words. one of two. ⌒(≧▽​° )

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: kiri sully was certain she wouldn’t ever exist to you-at least, not in the way that she wanted to.

content: na'vi!reader, metkayina!reader, emo teenage angst!kiri, reluctant babysitter!kiri, kiri turning into shakespeare. tuk being the sweet little demon baby she was meant to be. she is my child and i love her so dearly. i don't know, this is pretty short for the first part? but i wanted to get this out for the additional notes and i was just having writer's block with it. sorry!

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ additional notes: i have posted this in the midst of aging drama-the actor who portrays kiri, sigourney weaver, is not a minor. and according to john landau, james cameron's literal production partner, the na'vi have a longer lifespan than humans: 160-180 years, as oppose to the average 80, and they are older than the "equivalent-looking human". as in: na'vi years and human years are not the same. the na'vi reach their adulthood in the time that is equal to 15-17 human years. after that, their aging stagnates. which means if lo'ak and kiri have been alive for fourteen human years, and neteyam has been for fifteen-lo'ak and kiri are the human equivalent of seventeen, and neteyam is eighteen. idk what to tell you girlies. these are 8-foot tall, motion-rigged blue space aliens. enough. i turned eighteen like two months ago and watching you guys made my head hurt. let's put this energy towards real-life child predators, and women & men pushing thirty simping for blatanly established human minor characters! anyways, hope you enjoy this first part of the fic. thank you lovelies.

୨✩୧ ; fic under the cut!

there was no reason for kiri sully to feel such ardor towards you. absolutely none. yet, she couldn’t help but be entranced by the way you moved through the waves.

you were just gliding through cerulean waters with lo’ak, neteyam, tsireya, ao’nung, and roxto. jake had introduced you all to the human custom of ‘marco polo’ when you were young, and it seemed you had never grown out of it. kiri had been thrown out of the game, looking over tuk’tirey for her father while she made a sandcastle. tuk was especially displeased with this, as she thought she could beat you all flawlessly in marco polo. but alas, she was not allowed to wade out that far.

watching your every move from afar, kiri surmised that you were not very good at this game. every single person who was marco before had gotten you immediately, no matter how far away you started. probably because you would start splashing and kicking every time they got close, through a fit of feverish giggles. especially when lo’ak was marco-he’d ignore everyone else just to get to you. then, it became the coquettish game of ‘how fast can [name] swim to escape impending doom?’

“this sucks,” she caviled and clutched a stick limply, etching your name in the warm, manila sand.

“you would feel better if you built a sandcastle,” tuk hummed with an expectant lilt, looking at kiri.

“i would feel better if i was lo’ak.”

“would you really? he kinda smells.”

“true,” kiri tilted her head with a nod, scribbling out your name. “[name] doesn’t seem to care, though.”

“oh, blegh,” tuk’tirey stuck her tongue out, swatting at kiri. “stop that.”

“jeez, jeez-” kiri raised her hands in defense of tuk’s minacious and staunch (endearing and incredibly light) pummels. “tuk, i’m not even doing anything!”

“you’re doing that thing that daddy does when mommy looks at tonowari for more than like, two seconds. you’re being all,” tuk did a sashay back to her sandcastle before turning around and putting her hands on her hips, “j-e-l-u-s. jealous.”

“hello? it’s j-e-a-l-o-u-s. you literally cannot spell.”

“i’m literally seven and i’m trying my best.”

“fair enough. but i’m not jealo-” she was cut off by tuk ‘kikiki’-ing at her with an outstretched finger. “you know what? fine. maybe i am a little bit jealous. but it’s not like it matters, anyways.”

kiri threw her head back, falling into the sand. she stared up at the calm azure heavens adorned with ivory, velvet clouds. the image paired perfectly with what kiri called the polyphonic melody of unrequited love: her pining heartbeat reverberating through her spine, your distant, cherubic laughter, and the sound of the waves skimming across the shore, before melting back slowly into the sea. as far as kiri was aware, you only knew her as one of two of neteyam’s (your neighbor) siblings your age. not the goofy, obnoxious younger brother with unkempt braids and winsome dimples, but the brooding basketcase of a sister. the looming, deviant character who thought she could feel the heartbeat of the empyrean, the atlantis, and the motherlands. she was certain that to you, she faded miserably in comparison to the awkwardly-charming foreigner and prodigal eldest son that newly inhabited awa’atlu. she could tell from the way you hung on every honey-coated word that was uttered from neteyam’s lips-big, sparkly doe eyes complete with dilated pupils completely enraptured by him. kiri could tell from the way those roseate, glacé lips of yours curved into an intoxicating smile that she simply couldn’t get enough of, everytime lo’ak unleashed his ‘comedic brilliance’. she was certain she wouldn’t ever exist to you-at least, not in the way that she wanted to. “yeah, this seriously sucks.”

“why don’t you just ask if she likes you?” a query from tuk that made kiri jolt up, turning her head to tuk’tirey in bewilderment.

“absolutely flabbergasting. that you just told me, to do that.”

“why? whenever i have a question, i ask it.”

“but this is different, tuk,” kiri exhaled deeply, bringing her knees to her chest. she ran her hands through her hair, before scratching the top of her head. “she’s a girl, and i’m not a boy.”

“so? i don’t see a problem,” tuk contorted her face in confusion, before shrugging and kicking her meticulously crafted sand fortress-she was getting bored. she sat down crisscrossed in front of kiri, tapping her nose. “girls like girls, like boys do. nothing new.”

 tuk’s idea was not entirely inane as kiri’s riposte made it out to be. it was getting harder to mask her tempestuous affinity for you, with each passing moment. you merely being around her made her heart beat at such a frenetic pace in her sternum. your scent permeated her senses, suffusing her cheeks a feverish and tender sanguine-you smelled as saccharine as the candied simpers you gave her, with light floral notes and a hint of ocean’s brine. and your visage-oh, your countenance as a whole-remained steadfast as the most ravishingly beauteous thing she had ever seen. you were like a painting to her: every curve and every color was painted by eywa’s pedantic hand.

“so if i were to…” kiri closed her eyes with a sharp, delayed sigh, shaking her head. “...confess, when would i? or-how would i?”

tuk’s mouth curved into a smile laced with playful, youthful malign.

kiri was going to have her hands full, wasn’t she?

all writing works are my own, do not repost or repost on platforms such as archive of our own (ao3), wattpad, fanfiction.net, and the like. — maneatrrz © 2023.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: You suffer from the events of the Alien harder than others, no matter the state of your relationship, Ripley is there for you.

There She Is

After the multiple events of the Alien, you and Ripley having been through them all it hit you both a little harder

The remaining marines and crew that left for LV-426 are still recovering but they’re on a positive path

Newt is having trouble coming to terms with what the alien was and why it wanted to harm them, but she knew she was safe with Ripley

Ripley had her moments, sometimes late of an evening she’d go quiet and daydream or drift off into an uncomfortable sleep just because she had to

You didn’t speak about your emotions or your feelings towards it all, you felt you couldn’t and that it was a sign of weakness

Ripley and Newt were strong enough alone to take care of themselves but you needed to be there

Your relationship with Ellen became a little more complicated when Hicks came on the scene

Perhaps due to the aftermath of the Xenomorph… but you and Ripley spend more time apart

You rarely sit next to one another during ‘team quality time’, or game nights with the team or dinner

Newt picked up on it but she choose to say nothing as she knows she’s surrounded by love regardless

Ripley realises you took the brunt of the Xenomorph hard. You had a lot of responsibility on your shoulders at the time, and she wonders if you blame yourself for the deaths of marines, colonies, or for the destruction the creature had caused

At one time Ripley would’ve been able to read you like the back of her hand. But your walls have gone up and now you’re a closed book

If you sit quiet on a table, she’ll make an effort to sit close to you. And each time she’ll get closer until she’s next to you

If you’re annoyed or come across a little tense after a team briefing she’ll stay a little longer and wait around until everyone has cleared out

Ellen never pressured you, she lets you open up to her in your own time

But if something doesn’t sit right, she’ll poke and prod until she’s satisfied

It hurts her that you grew so far apart in such a short space of time, but it would hurt her more if there was no chance of ever being together again

She knows you try, but she knows you’re still recovering

Sometimes it’s habit for you and Ripley to sleep in the same room, sometimes in the same bed, sometimes rooms apart. But you’re trying

Ellen knows you’ve changed, she can see flashes of fear in your eyes each time there’s a loud noise, each time a marine is too loud, each time newt squeals, even if it is just from excitement

She sees and feels the close watch you keep on her. One minute you’ll be by the door and the next you’ll be right behind her, protecting her at all costs

Ripley does her best to comfort you and when you grow closer she finds it easier to be closer with you

If you’ve awoken from a terror in the night she might hold you, combing your hair while she waits for the terror to pass

Sometimes she’ll walk you to the bathroom and cool your forehead down with a damp cloth, something she learnt from you

She’ll stay up all hours with you until you’re settled, even though you insist she goes to bed. She treasures you

She’ll smooth her hand over your back or shoulders whilst you sit down for dinner, films or briefings

She encourages you to finish up your plate of food, offering you seconds or a drink to wash it down with. But don’t worry, if you don’t feel like eating Ellen will never force you to

Ripley would be lying if she said it didn’t bother her when you don’t sleep, she knows your awake when you’re a little more fidgety in bed, or when your breathing isn’t so steady

In moments where you feel a sense of uncertainty, she likes to keep you close to her. Whether that be her pulling you to rest on her chest, or laying your head down on her thighs

Sometimes you could be sitting in the briefing room, head in your hands and tears close to falling

You’ll stand up in a panic only to see Ellen leaning against the door frame, ready for you when you are ready

You only need to walk over to her and her arms will open for you. She’ll take you in her grasp and caress your shoulders and sides whilst you weep

She’s always there, no matter how high or low

Ellen likes it when you sit close to her. She sees how you have your arm wrapped round her and Newt, thighs or arms always touching

She’s grateful that you’ve opened up to her, and as a result you’ve become closer

She knows she can go to you, and you the same

[fandomnerd9602]

Avatar Kiri gives Birth to they first child

Kiri cuddles her newborn baby as Y/N holds her close…

Jake: how’s the baby?

Kiri: her heartbeat is strong like Eywa’s

Jake: and you?

Kiri: strong. and grateful to have Y/N with me.

Y/N: thank you baby. Our child is so beautiful.

Jake chuckles as he gives his grand baby a little pet on the head…

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

It

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.3k

Summary: Movie night!

A/N: This is just something fun and fluffy. Thanks for those who voted, it helps me get my life together ✌🏼

Warnings: mostly fluff, inadvertent drug use

“Y/n no, I’m not watching that creepy movie again.”

You’re pouting as Wanda holds the remote up above you from where you’re lying on her stomach on the couch. The two of you are spending a night in and watching a movie with your pets, but they’re mostly doing their own thing as you and Wanda try to decide what to watch. You of course wanted to watch a horror movie since you haven’t seen Yelena in a while and you haven’t gotten your fix. However, you knew very well that your wife wasn’t a fan, and you honestly did not pick the best option for an already wary participant.

“Pleaseee come on, Wands. It’s so good!”

You try in vain to reach for the remote again, and you eventually sigh in defeat before burying your face in your wife’s shirt with a groan. Wanda just shoots you a look before she tries to dissuade you from your particular movie choice. She can’t even begin to understand why it’s one of your favorites.

“It’s about a centuries-old clown who devours children. It’s creepy as fuck, detka.”

You consider this as you roll over and frown at Wanda in disappointment. You suppose you can compromise and you hum in thought before you offer up another option.

“Fair point. What about Aliens? That’s amazing.”

Wanda sighs in defeat because it appears that she’s not going to win this battle tonight. She had to admit that the last two times they’d had movie nights they’d watched a rom-com and thriller that she’d picked out. You’d liked them well enough, but tonight it was your turn to choose and you were eager to watch something different.

Wanda hands you the remote as she kisses the top of your head with a smile. She waits until you sit up before she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you towards her.  She’s still going to try and get something out of this deal. If she has to watch a movie with an acid-for-blood alien, she was going to get cuddles.

“Deal, but in exchange you have to sit here.”

You roll your eyes as you lean against your wife before glancing at the table in front of you. The snacks are still in reach and your pets are still behaving so all is well. You make sure that Wanda meets your gaze as you glance up at her with a smile.

“Wow, you drive a hard bargain. I guess I can stay here comfortably in your arms. Not the worst thing.”

Wanda laughs as she tickles you until you give in and kiss her as an apology. You both settle and you turn your attention to the television to look for the movie. Once you find it you start it and place the remote by your head and Wanda’s shoulder as you roll slightly to try and get more comfortable. Wanda adjusts her hold on you and you sigh happily as you hug Wanda close.

“Let me know if you really can’t stand it, okay? We’ll watch something else.”

Wanda’s touched by how thoughtful you are, and how sincere she knows you’re being. This is not the goriest of movies, but it also does have a fair share of blood in it. Wanda isn’t squeamish, but she doesn’t particularly like watching slashers for this reason.

She brushes some of your hair behind your ear with a nod and you hum happily.

“Thank you. I will. “

The alien is only just starting to hunt down the main characters when Wanda stops paying attention. Honestly, she’d been focusing on you most of the time as she played with your hair and handed you whatever snack you wanted. She’d even let Boone up on the couch near your feet. He was actually sitting on your feet, but since he was keeping them warm you didn’t protest. You watched the movie playing on the screen with a smile. You’d seen this movie countless of times, but you couldn’t help but love it. Sigourney Weaver made these movies which is why you’d only watched the ones that she was in.

“Having fun?”

You turn to look at your wife who’s smiling at you in amusement and you nod in response. The movie is getting to the best part and as you say this she leans over to kiss your forehead. Your smile fades and you pout as you try to sit up as she pulls away. You whine pitifully and Wanda just rolls her eyes before she decides to give in, not that she had considered refusing you for a second.

You and Wanda are still kissing when your favorite part comes on. You barely notice the alien screaming and the accompanying gunshots in the background as you hover over your wife. She’d pulled you down on top of her and the movie was quickly forgotten as you continue to tease your wife.

 “You’re missing your movie.”

Wanda mumbles this between kisses and you just shake your head as you move down your wife’s neck with a sigh. You’ve seen this movie so many times you know what’s happening just by listening, but you don’t care at the moment, and you smile against Wanda’s skin as you say this.

“Forget the movie.”

So it’s decided and you and Wanda ditch the movie and your dog on the couch for your bedroom. You don’t even bother turning it off and Steve actually wanders in later to find the credits rolling and Boone still lying on the couch fast asleep.

It’s not until you have Wanda half naked underneath you in bed that she starts to feel weird. She hadn’t noticed at first because her mind usually got a little foggy when you kissed her like this. However; now that you’ve moved away from her lips and are focusing on her chest and stomach, she realizes the tingling of her lips isn’t normal.

“Y/n.”

You hum in acknowledgement but don’t stop what you’re doing until you feel your wife run her fingers through your hair.

“Y/n, I feel kinda weird.”

This gets your attention and you look up to see Wanda is staring at the ceiling with a frown. You sit up and reach out for her as you try to figure out what’s wrong.

“Weird how? What’s wrong?”

You watch and wait patiently as Wanda takes a moment to try and figure out how to describe how she feels. She feels light and can’t make herself focus on anything and not for a lack of trying. She sits up and looks at you barely registering the sight of your worried frown as she takes a deep breath.

“I-I feel weird…like I’m high or something.”

Your frown deepens and you have no idea why your wife would feel like this. You don’t take too much time to think about it though because the dazed look in Wanda’s eye is stressing you out. You reach out to help her to her feet before trying to plan your next move.

“Do you need to go downstairs? Do you need to see a doctor?”

Wanda shakes her head but you’re already helping her to her feet while you look for her shirt. You don’t know what could be the cause of this. Neither of you have had anything to eat, drink, or smoke that would cause this so you’re going to have her see a doctor. You text Bucky to ask who’s on right now, and after Wanda’s dressed you lead her out the door and down the hall. Her minimal protest made you realize that she truly wasn’t feeling well, and you quickly lead her toward the elevator as your phone rings.

“Hey, Bucky.”

“Y/n. What’s going on?”

“Hey! Who ate my drugs?!”

You see your brother-in-law come running out of the kitchen with a frown as he looks around for a culprit. You sigh heavily as you quickly put two and two together, and from the way your wife stiffens beside you and tries to stand up and confront her brother, you know it’s going to be a long night.

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[makoodles]

Hi anon that was requesting Jake x reader x Neytiri/ Tonowari x reader x Ronal

Just a little headcanon for the future (Au)

Norm and Max have a surprise for the poly mates they announce they made y/n an avatar and it was a surprise from grace that she never got to finished so norm and max decided to finish it for her and the poly mates are excited at first then realized that she would have to pass the eye of Eywa and she has a high chance of living but a very low chance of dying (cue Jake and Neytiri not wanting her to do it) and even though y/n wants to take the chance , Jake and Neytiri are denying her that chance. They argue about this for weeks until y/n says why she wants to take the chance. The reason she wants to take the chance is because she might not live long enough to see the kids grow up not grow with them because she will live only half of the kids live and her mates so they cave and take the chance and it was close she spend a long time in the eye of Eywa that her family worried but it was because she was having her moment with grace and when she awakes in her new avatar body she looks at her human one and cries tears of happiness for making it and tears of sadness as a goodbye to her old life to start her new one with her mates and kids (and maybe more in the future) {ps y/n’s avatar is a little smaller than Neytiri like maybe 5 inches smaller than Neytiri)

(Sorry if it was meant to be human reader but I liked this Au I hope you like it too also sorry if it makes no sense)

don't apologise!

it's a super cute au, especially seeing grace 😭 idk i get genuinely emotional when i think about grace's character, i think i'm just super attached to sigourney weaver

i just tend to gravitate more towards human readers, which is why they never really end up with avatars in my works - i guess i just prefer the dynamic? but i do actually read avatar/na'vi reader fics too!

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Halloween Cinderella; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this was for a favor for a dear fav. blog of mine @sweetpeapod when she needed some help in clearing out some requests so to the requester who asked this of her during her last event, look no further than here.  Now I made some changes to the request (just some small minor stuff to fit with the time period and all that) but other than that the only warnings are swearing, cheating, some minor angst but also some fluffy, comforting and a bit flirty Eddie.  Hope you enjoy this my lovelies and to @sweetpeapod​ thanks for sending this fic my way, had a blast writing it and I’m happy to help anytime you want your inbox cleared of some work :)

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*Halloween 1984*

I still don’t even understand why I even came here to begin with? All I wanted to do was stay at home, do candy duty and just wait for this day to be month to be over.  Not to say that I don’t like Halloween cause I do, but the fact that my douche of a boyfriend dumped me just a week before we would go as our couple costumes of Kane and Ripley from Alien.  That’s something I can’t look past, especially when he admitted to cheating on me with some slut from the swim team.

So my best friend/brother from another mother Ferris (who was dressed as Michael Myers) thought it would still be a good idea for us to go to the party just to rub Jefferson’s face in it.  And believe me when I say that it is hard to say no to Ferris Worthington, the boy’s as stubborn as a mule and won’t take no for an answer.

And that’s where I am.  Sitting in my car, parked right outside Heather’s place where the party was debating whether or not I should go in or just drive away and lock myself in isolation.

“Goddamn it Ferris. Why do I always let you talk me into these things seriously why?” I said talking to myself.  “Because I was a jackass in a previous life. Now grow a pair and get your sexy Ripley butt in there!” I said knowing what he’d say if we had drove together.  “I hate you so much, you better be in there and I swear there better be some serious booze if not a little buzz of the Mary Jane.” I said muttering to myself again as I got out of the car and locked it.

I walked up to Heather’s house and opened the door and already blaring music was playing, streamers were flying everywhere, and over a hundred people were already in the large mansion.

“Think I’ll also be needing some earplugs too and maybe whiskey instead of beer to drown this noise out.” I said adjusting my fake rifle further up my shoulder.  I had been fabricating with my dad since the start of summer, he actually works on indie horror films so he’s gone some weapons and makeup sculpting skills.

As I walked through the crowd of seniors and even a couple of juniors that somehow managed to sneak in, I noticed a problem.  Ferris said he’d be dressing up like Michael Myers from Halloween, well I’m barely at the living room and already I spotted three different Michael Myers masks.

“Brilliant move Ferris. Seems like every freaking guy in here had the same idea you did.” When I finally got to the living room, low and behold there were about seven, maybe 10 other Michael Myers at the party.  I mean Jesus Christ there are other slasher killers you can choose from; Freddie Kruger, Psycho’s Norman Bates, Leatherface, Jason, any of those guys but nope everyone chose Michael Myers.

Again not that there’s anything wrong with it, Jamie Lee, perfect final girl material and an extreme badass next to Sigourney Weaver, but come on guys.  Ferris could’ve at least given me something to distinguish himself from all the other Michael Myers’ at this party.

“Okay so first thing I’m gonna do is find that smug son of a bitch, then kick his ass for making me search for him, and then drink, drink, drink.” I said to myself before going in and walking to the first Michael Myers costume I saw.  “Ferris?!” the person turned to me and motioned to them to take their mask off. They removed their mask and I saw it was one of the football players.

“Sorry.” He told me before putting his mask back on.  Okay one down, nine to maybe a dozen or so to go. I moved through the crowd, keeping my plastic rifle close to me and walked up to the next Michael Myers I saw.

“Ferris is that you under there?!” the person lifted up their mask and it was some other random dude, probably from either another school or even a former graduate (by a year or two).

“You got the wrong guy, sweetheart. But if you stick around, I can make you forget about him.” He said as he eyed me up and down with a lustful look in his eyes.

“Yeah and I’d like to tell you a joke about my vagina but you’re never gonna get it.” I said walking away annoyed.  One by one I asked each Michael Myers I saw to remove their mask, but all of them turned out to be a bust.

I was now by the drinks deciding to just get me some spiked punch and just accept the fact that either Ferris had ditched the party all together and lied to me, or the little shithead is hiding somewhere knowing I’d probably kill him for making me search for him.

I soon took notice of another person coming up as Michael Myers coming to get a glass of punch.  I set my cup down and turned to the guy and told him.

“Need I ask if that’s you Ferris?” the guy soon turned his attention to me and removed his mask.  Unlike the rest of the guys who had short hair underneath, this guy had long, shaggy brown hair.  Deep brown deer like eyes, maybe even puppy brown.  “Oh.” I said dejectedly returning to my drink.

“Just what every boy dreams of hearing from someone who's just seen your face for the first time.” He told me.

“I’m sorry. Really I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just I’ve been searching for my friend for what feels like hours. He told me he came as Michael Myers and low and behold, almost every guy came in dressed like the guy.”

“I know. At first I was gonna come as Freddie Kruger, but then one of my little sheepies whose part of the drama department in charge of makeup fell sick and couldn’t come to work on my makeup.”

“No kidding, they were really gonna do that?”

“Yeah. Said his dad or uncle or whatever works with VFX makeup in Hollywood. Has his own shop and everything of all the face casts and costumes he’s sculpted. Would’ve been so metal but unfortunately I got stuck with Old Michael. No offense the dude is one badass mother fucker, but the mask just suffocates me.”

“That’s a shame. Cause that is a very lovely face, a really handsome face that I’d hate to see be suffocated and—” oh shit please tell me I did not just say that to some stranger.  I slowly turned to him to see him pondering on what I just said with a smirk before he turned to me and asked.

“Lovely face? No wait scratch that, really handsome face?”

“Can I just the spiked punch made me say it?” I gulped defeatedly.

“You know what they say, drunken lips brings out sober thoughts.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme!”

“Who cares if it does?”

“I do!”

“What are you? The rhyming police?”

“Yes and I’m placing you under arrest for crimes against poor rhyming.” He laughed before saying.

“Whatever you say, Ellen Ripley.”

“You know you’re the first person to actually say who I am.”

“Uncultured swine’s!” he said exasperatedly as he gasped and placed his hand over his heart dramatically.

“Right!? Alien is a badass movie. If they ever think about making a second movie they better not fuck it up.”

“You never know.” He shrugged.  “But if I may be inquired to ask your real name? Just so I can put a name to the girl who called my face handsome.”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Munson. Eddie Munson.” We shook hands as I said.

“With an intro like that, surprised you didn’t come as James Bond.”

“Ehh, cool guy but boring films.”

“WHAT!?”

“Oh don’t tell me…..”

“Uncultured swine!” I exclaimed.  Once again he shot his hand to his heart and threw himself backwards which made me laugh.  “How could you think the Bond films are boring!?!”

“I’m sorry but they drag the plot too long and the humor is kinda stale.”

“Which Bond films have you seen?”

“What was that last Bond film that came out last year?”

“Oh Octopussy with Richard Moore? Okay I will give you that, that one wasn’t as good. But if you get to watch any of the Sean Connery ones, I swear you’ll think he’s the best Bond ever.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.” A brief moment of silence came around us.  It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward but—comforting? “Hey, I don’t normally ask this but uhh…..do you wanna step outside? Party’s getting more crowded and all that. I was gonna offer that to you earlier when I saw how dejected you seemed earlier.”

“I’d actually like that. Promise not to murder me once we get outside Michael?” I teased his character’s name at the end.

“Oh sweetheart, if anyone’s gonna murder anyone it’s you who’d murder me Ripley. You took on a fucking alien with an extended alien tongue. Compared to that, I’m mere child’s play.” So Eddie and I walked out of the house and into the backyard.

Hardly any people were outside.  Most of them having a quick smoke break or to get some air from the mass of bodies that occupied the house.  As Eddie prepared himself a smoke, he offered me one and I thanked him and he offered up his lighter.

I took a deep inhale before exhaling the smoke as I felt the cigarette between my index and tall finger.

“So the guy you mentioned earlier, you said his name was Ferris?”

“Yeah, Ferris Worthington.”

“Hold on, Ferris Worthington?” he asked me as he turned to me.

“Yeah.”

“About yay-tall, short brown hair, always wears a sweater vest?”

“Yeah. Wait how do you know him?”

“You kidding me? Ferris the Cunning Paladin. Dude may dress like a nerd but he’s one smart son of a bitch in my campaigns. He told me he was gonna dress up as Jason from Friday the 13th and I’ve been looking for him everywhere. We were gonna try to battle it out in front of everyone. Find out just who would really win in a fight.”

Oh that little shit! I’ll kill him I swear!

“Really? Cause like I said before, he told me he was gonna dress up as Michael Myers. Seems we’ve been played.”

“It would seem so.” He said taking an inhale of his cigarette.

“I should’ve known. I’ve known that boy since we were in kindergarten and he always does shit like this. He knew I didn’t want to come to the party anymore and he still managed to somehow convince me only to stand me up just like my douche of an ex-boyfriend!” I ranted angrily and when I turned to see Eddie looking at me stunned I exhaled deeply and shook my head. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear me rant, so I wouldn’t blame you if you left me to my misery.”

“I may be known as the ‘Freak of Hawkins High’, but being the King of the social outcasts does come with its priorities.”

“And what’s that?”

“Being a good listener. Since I’m not so stuck up in my head of my own vanity and pride, I can take time to truly listen to those who need to rant, scream or shout. Not like those who follow the force conformity of ignoring other people’s problems.”

“I don’t know Eddie—”

“I won’t pry, if you tell me to drop it, we’ll drop it. But—you do seem like you really need to rant, and it seems like Ferris didn’t really take your feelings seriously.”

“Lately he hasn’t.” I took another intake from my cigarette before exhaling the smoke out and stomping on the last bit of bud that was left.  “My ex-boyfriend, cheated on me with some bimbo from the swim team. And he told me he had been cheating on me for five months while we were still together. Not only that but he dumped me for said bimbo through a note he put in my locker.”

“Jesus what a cowardly dick.” I laughed coldly.

“I wish there was a word to describe him. Couldn’t even work up the balls to break up with me face to face. Anyway, we had planned to come together to this party with me as Ripley and him as Kane. Even made a tiny alien baby to have pop out of his chest and everything.”

“That would’ve been so metal.” I nodded.

“I hated him so much. So much so that I felt like Halloween was ruined for me. I’ve actually wanted to do a couple’s costume ever since we went out. I planned, prepped and tried to come up with a cool costume duo that wasn’t gonna be predictable or standard.”

“I hear yah. I may not look it but I can respect a good costume couple, and already seeing you I would’ve like to have seen that.”

“Sorry to disappoint in not having the other half.”

“Not disappointed. You still look pretty badass. I mean your rifle alone looks awesome.”

“Just your basic nerf gun that I painted and redesigned a bit.”

“Metal.” He said impressed.  “And seriously, I meant what I said when I called your ex a cowardly dick. He shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“I know I shouldn’t let it get to me this badly but—he was the first guy who really took interest in me. And not just because he wanted to have someone to fuck or please him. We did have a lot in common, but then it turns out he had to fuck some other girl behind my back just to keep what was between his legs satisfied. Sometimes I feel like something’s wrong with me.”

“Hey,” he came in front of me.  His head tilted downward so he could try to look me in the eye. Eventually I looked up at him and he continued, “There is nothing, okay absolutely nothing wrong with you. The relationship failed because of him, not you. If he couldn’t see the beautiful woman that was standing right at his side, then it’s his loss.” I felt my cheeks heat up as I crossed my arms over my chest and said.

“Did you just—call me beautiful?”

“I’m not the only one with a good looking face.” He said with a small grin.

“Eddie, I appreciate the comment but…..if this is some attempt for you to be Prince Charming and swoop in on a girl who’s emotionally vulnerable, this isn’t the right way to go about it.”

“I know. I’m just giving a lovely girl a compliment. I don’t expect anything in return.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?” We turned around and speak of the devil there stood Ferris with his lifted up Jason Vorhees mask.  “This was not how I pictured this going!!”

“Did you seriously think I would want another relationship so sudden after my last one?!” I snapped.

“If it gets you to stop mopping, yes! Plus you guys were really hitting it off! C’mon Eddie’s a good guy just kiss him already!” I shook my head at Ferris.

“Permission to beat the shit out of this little turd, my lady?” Eddie asked me.

“He’s all yours.” I said.  Eddie put his mask back on and as quick as lightning, he charged at Ferris who let out a girlish scream and went running for the hills.  I shook my head and decided to just head home knowing that all of this was just Ferris Worthington’s scheme to make me have another man just so I would stop my bitching and mopping.  

Monday at school, I was opening my locker to get my trig book when a note fell out of my locker.  I picked it up, unfolded it and read it.

Hey Ripley,

The party was fun, sorry about Ferris. He says he’s sorry for what he did. And don’t worry, even if he doesn’t mean it, I’ll make sure he pays for it at our next D&D campaign hehehe (devil face drawing).

Anyway, I meant what I said about both your ex being a douche and you being beautiful.  Now I’m not trying to flirt or start an instant relationship but if you ever want to rant or punch someone, give me a call.  Just know you’ve got someone on your side who will really listen to you, be your punching bag, or even a shoulder to cry on and won’t complain at all. Hope to see you around the school, or just reach me here.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Eddie aka Michael Myers #9

He even drew little devil horns around his name.  I smiled and folded the note and put it in my flannel pocket over my heart.  I grabbed my book and headed off to my trig class with a slight pep in my step.

[callsigndragon]

Make it Spicy | 6. can we talk?

Pairing: Chef!Mickey x Chef!Reader (called Pepper, not use of y/n)

Summary: we need to talk

Warnings: all the fluffs. (the plot thickens)

A/N: ignore the timestamps it's giving me a headache agh. ALSO. Camila's faceclaim (Mickey's grandma) is Rita Moreno, and Susie's faceclaim (Pepper's grandma) is Sigourney Weaver bc i love her. That doesn't mean that reader's white, for all we know reader could even be adopted. If I show any picture of Pepper in which color skin is showed in any way, just remember that these pictures are used as examples, and they do not mean anything else.

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