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Fall Into Me - Chapter Nine: I'd Fall for You Twice if That's What You Wanted

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.2k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings. Sarah, Tommy, Emily, and JB unknowingly banding together for the win. Joel is his own warning. Inappropriate (or entirely appropriate?) use of a massager. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad and Joel uses various terms of endearment (darlin', sweetheart, etc.).

Thank you so much to everyone who reads this self-indulgent story and extra thanks to those who comment and/or reblog - you all make me feel like a rock star!

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Chapter Eight | Main Masterlist

“Girl, you’ve got it baaad,” Emily teased, watching you eye your phone every five seconds. The pair of you were getting drinks at your favorite watering hole the Saturday before your first full week of officially teaching.

“I can’t help it, Em. He’s got this, like, hold over me or something,” you replied sheepishly, one hand tucking your phone away in your back pocket. You were starting to annoy yourself with how often you checked for texts from Joel.

“You’re in love, that’s what happens.” Emily shrugged and sipped at her fruity mixed drink. “How’d the holidays go?”

Your expression lit up as you told Emily about your first major holidays with the Millers. Having spent some holidays with them while you were still away at school, your dad already fit into their family dynamic seamlessly. You were a happy and much-loved addition to the festivities and there was plenty of laughter among the adults at how badly Tommy botched dinner for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. Why Joel and your dad ever let him try again after the wreck that was Thanksgiving dinner was beyond you. Thankfully, your dad saved the day both times with his unparalleled grilling skills.

“So, it’s safe to say that JB’s still happy about you and Joel being together?” Emily asked after your own laughter at recounting the mess died down.

“Is he ever,” you replied with a shake of your head. “He loves to rib Joel on making an honest woman out of me. Joel takes it in stride, but I’m kinda afraid that it’ll scare him off if my dad keeps it up.”

“Oh, please! That man is clearly head over fuckin’ heels for you. Hell, he’s already told you and JB that he loves you, he’s not goin’ anywhere!” After taking another sip of her drink, Emily shot you a pointed look. “When the hell am I gonna meet Joel, anyway? I feel like you’re actively hiding him from me.”

You stilled.

Were you doing that? You didn’t think so, not at first, but… If you were honest with yourself, there was an element of truth to Emily’s accusation.

“Shit, Em. I’m not doing it purposefully, I swear,” you replied beseechingly, pausing to figure out how to properly explain things. Finding a scratch in the tabletop suddenly fascinating, you stared at it while continuing. “I just have to share him so much already, between Sarah and my dad, even his brother – not that I begrudge him spending time with any of them, especially Sarah! It’s just… when I have time with him, I want to keep him to myself. You know what I mean?”

God, that made you sound so selfish. You looked up to find Emily grinning at you.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“I’ve never seen you so in love. It looks good on you.” Emily clinked her now empty glass against your half-full one. “Just promise me that I’ll get to meet him soon. We could do a double date or something, so it doesn’t take away too much of your precious alone time.”

Over another round of drinks, you made plans for a few Fridays from now, quietly hoping Joel wouldn’t mind.

Heading home, you longed to see Joel, but it was late, and he was spending time with Sarah. He went to great lengths to make sure his daughter did not feel left out or neglected while the two of you explored your relationship, setting aside time for just the two of them to hang out. You loved that about him and knew how important that quality time was for Sarah. Besides, you planned to head over there tomorrow to get a little quality time of your own ahead of the busy week ahead.

In the morning, you slept in and lazed around the house for a while, taking the opportunity to relax and ease into your day while your dad puttered around until mid-day. You hadn’t heard from Joel, but that didn’t bother you – he knew you planned to come over. Around one o’clock, you headed over to the Millers, picking up some pizza and beer on the way.

Pulling up in front of the house, you found your usual spot in the driveway taken by your dad’s truck while Tommy’s truck blocked the remaining space. With a huff you parked along the curb. You would have ordered more pizza if you knew everyone would be here.

“Howdy boys,” you greeted as you walked in. “I come bearing pizza and beer, though I fear we’ll need lots more with this crew.”

Only one set of eyes turned away from the football game playing on TV as they all greet you in return. Getting up from his beloved corner spot on the couch, Joel took the pizza and beer from your hands and placed them on the coffee table before pulling you into the kitchen for a proper greeting.

“Hi darlin’, I’ve missed you,” Joel murmured, his voice already raspy from yelling at the TV. He pulled you close until your bodies were flush together and kissed you deeply. Like a magnet, your fingers threaded through his messy curls, tugging gently as he nibbled your bottom lip.

“Mmm, I missed you, too, handsome. Didn’t know you were having company.”

Joel flashed his big cow eyes at you, eyebrows pinched together regretfully. “’M sorry, baby. I didn’t know they were coming by to watch the game ‘til they got here. Apparently, my TV is the best, so here they are. Hope that’s ok. I’ll kick ‘em right the hell out if you want me to.”

The thought did cross your mind.

“Nah, enjoy the game with the boys. I’ll sit with you guys for a bit then hang with Sarah until they leave.” Still wrapped in each other’s arms, you nuzzled the tanned skin of Joel’s neck and he hummed.

“You gonna stay over?”

You shouldn’t, not on a school night – your first as a bona fide teacher – but you had so little time together. “Sure. Just don’t keep me up too late, Mister. Those kids are exhausting, and I need my energy for the first day.”

“Miller! Stop neckin’ with my daughter and get your ass out here!” your dad’s voice bellowed through the house, causing the two of you to spring apart.

“Jesus, Dad,” you sighed, pecking Joel on the lips one last time before following him out to the living room. When would the game be over?

Surprisingly, you enjoyed the time watching the game with everyone. Even Sarah came down to join you all at half-time, book in hand, and sat between you and Joel reading. It was a lovely afternoon and a lovelier night as Joel held you in his arms, whispering words of praise into your hair until you fell into a deep slumber.

Your first week of teaching passed in a blur. After a month of assisting the prior teacher before his official retirement, the students knew you and respected your authority, setting the stage for an overall lovely experience. You started off with earth science lessons and most of the kids were engaged and eager to learn. Of course, you had a few little challenges with difficult students testing their boundaries, but you felt good about the way you handled each situation.

You stayed later after the students were dismissed, using the time to organize the room to your liking and get the lesson plans in order. Sarah perched at one of the long wooden tables working on her homework while you completed your tasks. The pattern offered you and Sarah some quality time together and the young girl found great enjoyment in putting you on the spot, especially when her dad was the topic at hand.

“JB keeps telling dad he needs to marry you,” Sarah blurted randomly Friday afternoon. “Do you want to?”

Staring at her wide-eyed, unsure what to say, you merely shrugged. Why was everyone so focused on the two of you getting married? You only started dating a few months ago!

Tilting her head to the side with a little smirk, Sarah replied, “That’s not a ‘no’.”

She was getting to be as bad as your dad and Tommy.

“You could be my stepmom! I always wanted one since I didn’t get to have a regular mom.”

Despite Sarah’s cheerfulness at the idea, your heart ached for all the real mom-related experiences she didn’t get to have. You knew exactly how that felt. If marrying Joel wasn’t already something you hoped for in the future, it would be after hearing Sarah expressing her desire for a stepmom, for you as a stepmom.

Sarah kept talking, while you lost yourself in thought.

Would you be a good stepmom?

God, you hoped so.

You never had one, JB chose to never get too serious with anyone after your mom, but you heard enough horror stories from your friends about their own stepmoms through the years. It sounded like a thankless job. But all the people you knew with stepparents had both birth parents still in their lives, so maybe your experience would be different.

The late bell chimed, drawing you out of your ever-spiraling thoughts.

“Come on, nugget. Let’s get you home,” you said, pushing thoughts of marriage and step parenthood to the farthest recesses of your mind.

“If you’re not gonna marry my dad, could you at least move in with us? It would be so great if you lived with us!”

Jesus fucking Christ in a handbasket. This kid sure knew how to keep you on your toes.

Leaning over the bar top with hunched shoulders and an aching back, Joel picked at the label on the beer bottle. He didn’t often visit the bar after work, not since Sarah came into his life, but he finally had some extra money and felt like treating himself. You stopped letting him pay you months ago, when the two of you became more to each other than just babysitter and boss, and he stashed that money away each week, saving it for what he didn’t know.

At his side, Tommy carried on about some chick he met a few weeks ago. A pretty attorney who was way out of his league and already turned him down twice. Like a dog with a bone, Tommy showed no signs of giving up yet.

“You better be careful, brother. She may get a restraining order against you if you don’t take it easy,” Joel said, voice a rich rumble.

Tommy waved him off with a chortle. “Oh please. She’s loving it. Chicks like that like being pursued.”

“If you say so.” Joel didn’t know this woman or what she liked, but he knew for a fact that you would hate it if a guy relentlessly pursued you after turning him down, not once, but twice. He smiled at the thought of you kicking a guy like that in the fucking balls to prove that you were very much not interested.

He full on laughed at the thought of you kicking his little brother in the balls, causing Tommy to glance sideways at him.

“What’s so funny, huh?”

“Nothin’,” Joel grumbled, clearing his throat. Thoughts of you continued to invade his mind, just like they always did. You were always on his mind, and he loved it. If only you were always in his bed… Joel cleared his throat. “Hey, uh. How do you know if it’s too early to ask a girl to move in?”

Tommy groaned. “Why you always askin’ me this shit? How am I supposed to know? I have less actual relationship experience than you do.”

“Who else am I supposed to ask, huh? JB? Don’t imagine that’d go over too well,” Joel replied with a defeated shrug, but Tommy conceded the point.

“You need more friends, man.” Clearing his throat, Tommy gave it a moment’s thought. “Well, the way I see it, you love her, and she loves you, everyone knows it, and JB and Sarah are both happy for the two of you. Moving in together seems like the logical next step, right?”

Joel nodded, still uncertain.

“Only the two of you can know if the pace is right. Seems to me like you both waited long enough for the right one to come along. You’ve both been through some shit, why waste any more time?”

Damn, when did his little brother become so insightful?

“Alright, I get your point. Do you think she’ll say yes if I ask?” As secure as he was in your love for each other, Joel still floundered a bit at each new step in the relationship department.

“I dunno, brother. You’re just gonna have to grow a pair and find out.”

“Fuckin’ grow a pair,” Joel grumbled, punching Tommy in the arm, hard.

The pair bickered through another round, like brothers do, before calling it an evening. Eager to see you and Sarah, Joel didn’t want to waste away the evening in the bar with Tommy. As they walked out to their trucks, Tommy stopped Joel with a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, brother. In all seriousness, I think she’ll say yes, so just ask, ok?”

Joel nodded his thanks and confirmed plans for watching the game at his place on Sunday, before climbing into his truck. The trip home didn’t take long, and for that Joel was grateful. His back ached after a busy week of hard labor followed by an hour sitting hunched over the bar. He’d kill for a massage.

The house was quiet when he walked in, no sign of you or Sarah on the ground floor. Kicking off his work boots and dropping the truck keys onto the hook near the door, Joel slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Light flooded into the hall from Sarah’s bedroom, the sound of giggles and low voices echoing in the air. He moved slowly, quietly, until he could just peek around the door jamb. You sat on Sarah’s bed, the little girl perched in front of you, as you braided her wiry curls.

The sight melted Joel’s insides into a gooey puddle.

This. This was exactly what he wanted to come home to everyday.

He had to ask you to move in.

Just as he straightened up with a silent groan, ready to enter the room, Sarah’s sweet little voice left him frozen in place.

“I think you’d make the best stepmom.”

“This again,” you griped playfully. “You do, huh? Why?”

Was this something Sarah brought up before? Joel held his breath, waiting for Sarah’s response.

“Because you love my dad and you love me, you’re always kind even when things go wrong, you’re smart, and you like spending time with me. But most of all, because you do the things a mom does even though you’re not my mom and you don’t have to.”

He caught your gasp even though you tried to hide it from Sarah. You were as affected by Sarah’s heartfelt, innocent confession as he was. His adorable, sweet little girl knew you’d make a great stepmom and he agreed with all her reasons. If possible, he fell further in love with you in that moment after seeing you through his daughter’s eyes.

“Well, you’re right, nugget. I do love you and your dad, and I hope that one day, when the time is right, I can be your stepmom. Until then, we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing, ok? I’ll still love you to pieces even without the official title.”

You choked out the words, on the verge of tears, and Joel felt his own eyes begin to water. Unable to bear it any longer, he swept through the doorway and pulled you both against his chest in a big bear hug. His precious girls. He loved you both more than words could express.

“Daddy! You’re squeezing too tight! Imma burst!” Sarah shrieked with laughter as he tossed her onto the bed and began tickling her with one hand, his other still holding your close.

“Did you…” Your eyes searched his, a hint of worry hiding in their depths, and Joel grinned, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I heard it all,” Joel confirmed, confidence bolstered knowing you wanted to marry him at some point. Conveying every feeling held in his heart through his eyes, he added, “Move in with us. Please.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between his, searching for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, darlin’.”

The three of you celebrated with ice cream after you agreed to move in with them before putting Sarah to bed. By then, Joel’s back ached something fierce and you offered to use the message gun he forgot he had.

“Lay face down on the bed, my love,” you directed, watching with adoration as he tugged the shirt over his head, jeans hanging low on his hips. The muscles rippled in his arms and back as he settled on the soft mattress. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Joel murmured, huffing when you climbed over him to straddle his ass.

Turning on the massage gun, you put it on the middle setting and pressed the ball against the flesh of his traps. Even through the device, you could feel how tight those muscles were. It must be where he held his tension. Over the next half hour, you worked the massager over his back, soaking in the grunts that bordered on pain and relief. Somewhere along the way, the groans turned pleasurable, and Joel rolled onto his back, leaving you to straddle his thighs as the bulge in his jeans grew.

Joel’s hands moved to undo the button on his jeans, but you batted his hand away with a mischievous grin. With wide, wondrous eyes, he watched you adjust the setting on the massager and run it along the seam of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed, cock twitching with interest at the vibration. “Don’t stop.”

Hands gripping your hips, he bucked up into the delightful buzz of the massager, a steady stream of moans falling from his lips as the vibrations spread from his balls upwards to the head of his cock. Fuck, if it felt that good through his jeans, how good would it feel directly on his cock?

“Do you want me to increase the speed setting?” you purred, pressing the massager harder against him.

“Oh God, fuck. Yes… ungh. Please.” The words fell from his lips in a series of whimpers as you adjusted the settings. Within moments, he moaned a bit too loudly and came in his pants. You didn’t let up on the pressure though, the vibration drawing out his orgasm until every last drop of his load was blown and his body nearly convulsed with the overstimulation.

Chest heaving, he watched you switch off the massager and run your fingers along the large wet spot on his jeans, his cock twitching tiredly in response.

“That was fucking sexy,” you murmured, enthralled with the mess you just made of him.

“Yeah? Lemme see that thing. Think it’s my turn now, pretty girl.”

Tbc

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saiyanprincessswanie · 4 months

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 199 & 200

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 35 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Perfect for Me - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Coincidence - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Wildflowers - (Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt) - @nekoannie-chan

MIDNIGHT MAGNETISM - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Enjoying the Show - (Ari x Reader x Ransom) - @stargazingfangirl18

Night Night, Nugget! - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Gun for hire (Prologue) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Steve Drabble - @stargazingfangirl18

The Gift - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Filled to the Brim - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Come back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Fight For Me - Chp 1 - (Alvey Kulina/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

What's Hers Is Mine - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Tunnel - (Ororo Munroe, Logan Howlett) - @nekoannie-chan

Office - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Little Punk - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Bad Romance - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Jawbreaker - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Ari Dark Concepts - @hansensgirl

His Inheritance ~ Chp 34 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Gun for hire (1) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Gun for hire (2) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Lurking in the Shadows - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

A Bit Longer - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like This - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You and Me - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Escape - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Books - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Feelings - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 6 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Evermore - Proposal - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - Part 4 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Reconnect - We Don't Talk Anymore - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Your Mark On Me - Part 9 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

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itsgrimeytime · 1 year

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my series masterlist \\

oneshots, blurbs

PROCESS TAGS:

⏹️ - discontinued

⏸️ - on a break

▶️ - in progress

⏪️ - being rewritten

✅️ - complete

CONTENT TAGS:

😳 - smut

🫣 - suggestive

💞 - fluff

⛈️ - angst

Home is Where the Heart is || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

'Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.'

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... [[IN PROGRESS]]

Available on Ao3

i found a home in you || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

[SPN + TWD Crossover]

'At the start of the apocalypse (one of many you'd been a part of), you and your brothers got separated. So, you roamed the new world on your own, searching for them. You just knew they were alive, so you kept yourself alive too. That and looking for them were your main priorities. Well, until you run into a group and meet a man you can't quite get out of your head.'

Part 1... [[IN PROGRESS]]

Available on Ao3

Magnolia in May || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

'Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.'

Part 1-20, 21-30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35... [[IN PROGRESS]]

Available on Ao3

The Lover || ▶️ (💞, ⛈️)

'A long time ago, you were Rick Grimes's nurse. Now, you loved him, and he loved you. Or at least that's where you left it off. With Judith safe in your arms and Rick distinctly not by your side, you could only hope his feelings stayed the same because they sure as hell did for you.' (SEQUEL to The Nurse)

Part 1, 2...

Available on Ao3

COMPLETED:

drunk on you || ✅️ (💞, ⛈️)

'You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.'

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, epilogue

Available on Ao3

Maneater || ✅️ (⛈️,💞)

'You and Rick Grimes had a backstory, one no one knew except you and him. It's one you refused to share, you never really wanted to get into it. All anyone needed to know was you hated the man. When you're in a rough spot, and you could use the shelter the question is... does he hate you?'

Part 1, 2, 3, epilogue

Available on Ao3

The Nurse || ✅️ (💞,⛈️)

'Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.'

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Available on Ao3

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 18

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open! Also, so sorry to be behind on this one. Life got in the way for awhile but I'm back!

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Chapter 18 ~ Daydream Believer...

Andy

34 weeks

It's been a rough week at home.

Not that Leia and I have been having problems. We haven’t. But she hasn’t been sleeping very much. Bret’s words hurt her deeply. Being compared to her mother, not the mother she was raised by, but the mother she had become after her father died.

Leia wants nothing more than to be a perfect mother for our princess. I believe that she will be. I have promised her that we will be the best parents to this little girl. But, for us to get there, Leia needs to be happy. I had asked Miranda and Stella, and they made a suggestion I hope lets Leia see how I see her.

“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” I place gentle kisses on her cheeks, nose, lips. She stirs but her eyes don’t open. “Come on, love, open your eyes for me.”

“No,” she grumbles and turns away from me. “Sleepy,” she mumbles.

I chuckled softly. “I know, my love, but I have a surprise for you.”

She cracked an eye. “Does this surprise include breakfast?”

I shake my head with a smile. “Baby, I am a hockey player but I am not an idiot. We are having breakfast in the city and then, I have a surprise. But none of that can happen if you don’t get up.”

My girl has never been an early riser. But the idea of breakfast at her favorite place has her grumbling a little less. I help her to sit up. Our Princess has grown a lot in the past few days. I rub on Leia’s back and she moans. Fuck, that went straight to my groin. I swallow my own noises and help her up.

“Do we have time for a shower?” Leia gives me her big eyes and fuck if I don’t want to give her everything.

“Of course we can, sweetheart.” I lifted her in my arms and took her to the walk-in shower. I strip her and myself before walking us into the shower. I blocked the cold water from splashing on her and I cup her face. “You are the most beautiful creature in the world. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Andy,” she lip wobbled.

“I mean it, my queen. Its hard not to stare at you.” I give her an Eskimo kiss before I press my lips to her. “I love you so much Leia.”

“I love you, Andy.” The water warms and I turn her into the water. I tilted her head and washed her hair. Her eyes flutter close as I massage her scalp. These are the moments I live for. When I can take care of her. When it's just the two of us. The touches and whispers. The small kisses and lingering looks. When we are at our most vulnerable. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Leia is incredible and I imagine that it will just get better when she isn’t carrying my child. I will wait for that. But now, I just need these moments.

After our shower, I packed up a bag for Leia, snack and juice and whatnot. I know she will need it during the surprise. I take her to breakfast at this diner we used to love growing up. Watching her smile and bounce a little on her seat, just like when she was little, makes me smile more.

These are the moments that make all the pain we went through worth it.

As I drive to the surprise, I can see Leia playing with her fingers. “Nervous?”

“A little,” she says.

“Would it make you feel better to know that Stella and Miranda helped me?”

Her head whipped over to mine. “They did?” I glanced at her to see her smile.

“I promise, you’ll love it.” I pulled up to the stadium parking lot.

“Why are we at the Garden?”

“It’s a surprise. C’mon.” I opened her door and helped her out. I could see the look of skepticism. “Sweetheart, have I ever lied to you?”

“No,” she said with a pout. “At least I’m out of the house.” She smiled. “Better than going to the doctor’s office and then back home.”

“This is true,” I said. I nodded at security and guided Leia to the locker room. When I opened the door, Leia gasped. “Oh, they got it set up, cool,” I said as casually as possible.

“Andy, what did you do? What is going on?” Leia looked around to see a makeup station set up with black drapes covering the lockers. A couple of women, dressed in black were standing next to the station. A rack of clothes and a full-length mirror was set up to the side.

I turned her to look at me and I placed my hands on her hips. “Baby, I know the past few weeks have been tough. I know that Bret’s words hurt you. I hate that he was able to hurt you so badly. But I didn’t want you to stay down. I asked the girls what they thought would be something to cheer you up and you kept mentioning a pregnancy photo shoot.”

I watched a tear slide down her face. Shit, did I do the wrong thing? “Leia, you don’t have to...”

She silences me with a kiss on her tip toes. “This is perfect, love.”

I slowly smile. “Yeah?”

“This is amazing. So where are we taking pictures?”

“Get ready and I will show you.”

I set out to make sure the area for the pictures is safe for Leia. I wanted to have a couple on the ice but it needed to be carpeted for Leia so she wouldn’t fall. The photographer is setting up his equipment and some of the arena staff are rolling out the carpet to hide wires and stuff. “Hey Cap,” I turned to see Brad, David and Luke carrying in the goal to the ice.

“What are you guys doing here?” I shook their hands after the but the goal down.

Luke shrugged. “Cubby’s been down every time I called, and Miranda told me what you were doing for her, and I wanted to see her smile again.”

“Thanks man. And you guys? I turned to Brad and David.

“We’ll always help the captain and his girls,” David said.

Brad went to say something, but his jaw dropped, and I turned around.

I wasn’t ready.

She had on a soft looking white sweater the extenuated her bump. Black leggings with brown fur-lined boots. Her chestnut hair was in beautiful curls. Her eyes were sparkling, and her lips were a pale pink. She is perfect and my mouth is completely dry.

“Cubby! You look beautiful.” Luke went over to hug his sister. Brad gave me a shit eating grin and nudged me with his shoulder.

“When are you putting a ring of her Cap?”

That was a very good question.

The hockey poses on the ice are my favorite. I kneel in front of the goal and kiss her bump. We get onto center ice and hold her in my arms. She takes some on her own from the bench, holding a pair of tiny pink skates. We then moved to the park and Leia changed into a lacy ivory jacket with just a bra underneath. I had to adjust myself when I saw her.

As she turned for a different angle, it hit me. This is the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. And I know I said that when I first kissed her but now, I could see it.

I could see us in the hospital, encouraging Leia to push, hoping she doesn’t end my career while squeezing my hand. “You got this baby,” I tell her. And with an almighty scream she welcomes our baby girl into the world. I watch as they clean her and then hand her to me for the first time. And I fell in love all over again with this tiny miracle. My daughter.

Saw us taking a walk around the city and me proposing at the Public Gardens. It’s fall, Leia’s favorite season. She loved the colors. We’re pushing our baby girl around dressed in a pink sweater set, the season almost begins when I drop to one knee and hold out a ring, I know she will love.

Watching her walk down the aisle to me on Luke’s arm as I try not to cry. But I can’t help it because she’s so damm beautiful. And when Luke gives me her hand, he doesn’t have to threaten me. He knows I would do anything for her.

I see us having another child, not really caring if its a boy or girl.

Retiring and coaching my daughter’s youth hockey team. She'll be a star, just like her dad.

Holding her hand, forever.

I choke a little as my daydream recedes and I feel a tear slide down my face. I never believed that we had a soul mate. There are seven billion people on the planet. How could we be tied to just one person? But here I am, watching my soul mate take pictures of her beautiful body that is growing our baby, realizing that this is the start of our forever.

I must have had a dazed look while I was lost in thought because I jump Leia touches my arm. “Andy? Honey? Is everything ok?”

I smile and wipe at the tears I didn’t know had escaped. “Yeah baby, everything is fine.”

“But you’re crying love?”

“It’s because I can see it, you know.” She looked at me confused. “I can see our future, our life together and it’s so beautiful. I didn’t think I would get that.”

Leia gives me a teary smile. “You can?”

“I can, baby. and I can’t wait.” I take her face in my hand and give her the sweetest kiss.

That turned out to be our favorite photo of the day.

Leia

35 weeks.

Andy is on the road with the team again and I’m in nesting mode. All of the clothes that the team gave me are so cute. I think I have a jersey onesie for each player. All the WAGs gave me some of the cutest dresses. Looks like baby girl will have multiple outfit changes a day. I honestly can’t wait for her to be here. But she needs to cook for at least two more weeks. Anyways, I’m in the nursey, organizing, when Miranda comes in. “Leia, don’t hate me.”

“I could never hate you. What’s up?” I fold a little t-shirt on my belly.

“I have to take a last minute work trip.”

“Oh.” Miranda is a sports agent. She represents Andy and some of the other players. Luke used to be her client as well but due to the conflict of interest, he was handed off to another agent in her firm. She used to travel a lot more but recently has been working from home. Getting a call from a client that requires her to travel means that this is a big deal. “How long will you be gone?”

“Two days max. I have to leave tomorrow morning.” She’s worried, i can tell because she’s chewing her lips. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“Hey, I’m fine. I’ll take it easy and order in if I don’t feel like cooking.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Besides, I can call people to help if I need to. Go, rule the world or whatever.” I gave her a hug. “Everything is going to be fine.”

The first day alone was uneventful. I re-organized the clothes in little Miss’s room and then worked on my own drawers. I could be seated for all of that. I made myself a salad for dinner.

I woke up positive on the second day. I had a couple of calls with some clients that needed me but I called Andy first and face-timed with him.

“You look happy love.”

“I am. Just keeping busy until Miranda comes back tomorrow.” The doorbell rings and I turn my head.

“Expecting something?” He chuckles because he knows I have been ordering stuff from Amazon.

“Maybe,” I say with a giggle. “I’ll let you get to morning skate. I love you, handsome.”

“I love you, beautiful. I’ll call before the game.” We hung up and I lugged myself out of the seat. I waddled to the door to see what packages I got.

I was not expecting a person at the door with a big smile that sends me into a panic.

“Hello Leighton.”

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pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 3532

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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Bucky

Bucky was in an impossible position. His career had always been the most important thing to him, that was why he hadn’t had a relationship in nearly six years. It was the only thing he had ever focused on, always telling himself that everything else can wait. There had never been a point where he’d ever questioned his priority before. But now? Now he had a problem.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The girl that had fallen into his lap when he had least expected it. The way that their encounter had occurred, the way that the coincidences seemed to simply pile up, made him think that it was something more. He felt drawn to her in a way that he’d never had with any other girl before. Her words spoken in the bar that very first night played on a loop in his brain during his waking hours, and the sight of her face as he brought her to finish on his tongue haunted his dreams each night.

He tried not to think about her, tried to avoid her. He kept himself distracted with work, with his colleagues, but every time he received a piece of work with her name written at the top in curled cursive letters, his mind snapped back to those memories.

He really was in trouble, but not in the way that he had originally thought. Not because there was the chance of them getting caught, but instead because he actually wanted to get to know her. Because he could see himself reading late at night with her cuddled up to his side. Because he could imagine waking her up in the morning with a kiss, making pancakes for her whilst she sat on the counter beside him with a cup of coffee, wearing his t-shirt from the night before.

It made no sense; he barely knew this girl. Sure, they’d had two incredible moments of intimacy together, moments that he would cherish, but he didn’t really know anything about her, besides the fact that she liked to read and that she wanted to be a writer some day. How could he possibly be feeling something for her already, even if it was miniscule.

“James.” The voice pulled Bucky out of his thoughts, and as he glanced up from his morning coffee he found Rhodey, one of the professors that worked under him in the English Department, taking a seat at the table that Bucky had found himself at during his lunch break.

“Rhodey,” he smiled. “Sorry, I was in my own little world there. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Rhodey explained. “Do you have a student named Y/N?”

Y/N

Days passed by, which quickly turned into weeks. You found yourself getting into the swing of college, the nerves that you had felt upon first arriving now long gone. You had finally met all of your roommates, from the quiet and slightly moody MJ who was studying Biology, eccentric and slightly clumsy Kate who was studying Art, and finally Shuri, who had an incredible mind according to her professor, Professor Stark, Head of Physics.

Ever since that moment in Bucky’s office so many weeks ago you had kept your distance from him. You often found yourself sitting at the very back of the lecture hall for your three lectures per week, hid behind your laptop refusing to make eye contact, and went to Professor Rhodes, another professor in the English department if you had any questions about the material. Whilst Professor Rhodes seemed rather confused as to why you would go to him and not your own professor, he was always happy to help.

You were doing well in your classes, and had become close with Yelena and Wanda, who still remained your favourite people on campus. You did everything that you could to distract yourself from him, but nothing seemed to quell the aching that you had for him. It was like nothing you had experienced for a man before, and there ultimately seemed to be no stopping it.

When you had seen him in line at a coffee shop near campus one afternoon you had rushed out of the door without him even seeing you, trying desperately to swallow down the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. You’d caught him one morning outside of the lecture hall laughing happily with a red-headed professor, one that you recognized from Kate’s course brochure as the head of the Art department, Professor Romanoff. He had his head swung back in raucous laughter at something she had said, and you couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy that rang through your chest at the sight. You had rushed home and emailed in sick that day.

No problem, Y/N. Are you ok? Do you need anything? Let me know - Bucky.

That had been the only correspondence you’d had with him since that day in his office. He had signed it Bucky, an email from his work address, and a small moment of panic came to you, but passed quickly when you double checked and realised that he had replied from his personal account instead.

Around three days after that you found yourself in the school library. Professor Rhodes had suggested the day before that an extracurricular analysis of one of your favourite books was a great way to hone your skills, so you had taken his advice and begun work on it. He had advised handing it into ‘Professor Barnes’ for extra credit but you couldn’t bear the thought of having to speak to him face-to-face again, even if you knew that it would happen eventually.

‘To the Lighthouse’ is Woolf’s most autobiographical work of fiction, drawing on her own childhood and family experiences in the 1890s and early 1900s.

You wrote quickly and carefully, your fingers running over the keys of your laptop as if it were muscle memory. ‘To the Lighthouse’ your favourite book, the copy on the table beside you the same one you’d had since a child, filled with annotations and highlights.

Note that the title, ‘To the Lighthouse’ could suggest a journey steadily progressing towards an end goal, but what the novel actually gives us is a narrative in which that journey ‘to the lighthouse’ is delayed until the end of the novel.

You took a sip of your tea, still hot from the shop on the corner of campus, checking back to the book to compare your notes to your analysis. It was dark in the library, late in the evening, and quiet, with few students still there studying due to the lateness of the hour. But this was where you were happiest, the most at peace.

In the final section, pointedly titled ‘The Lighthouse’, the preposition is dropped, but has the trip to the lighthouse really been achieved? It has, with the lighthouse simply resembling the goals that the children have for the future, not a tangible lighthouse to visit.

“Still working so late?”

It was a familiar voice that pulled you away from your work, away from the words of Virginia Woolf and back to reality. You swallowed but your throat was already dry from the thought of seeing him. Slowly you turned, coming face-to-face with Bucky. He was wearing a button-up shirt under a dark-blue blazer, a laptop bag draped over his shoulder, a pile of papers in his arms. He looked good - he always did.

“Just some extracurricular work,” you explained with a shrug. “Someone told me that it would be a good way to keep myself on track with my work, and maybe get some extra credit while I’m at it.”

He took a step forward, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Would that someone be Professor Rhodes?”

He slowly moved forward again until he was standing beside you by the desk.

“How did you know about that?” You asked slowly, your thumbs fiddling with each other in your lap awkwardly, nervously.

“We work in the same department, Y/N. You think he wouldn’t tell me that one of my students has been going to him for advice instead of me?” He pointed out, and you had to admit it made a lot of sense. You opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky beat you to it. “I get it, I really do. And if that’s what you have to do to feel more…comfortable, then I’m ok with that.”

You frowned, taking in the words that he had just said, letting their meaning sink in. He thought that you were more comfortable around Professor Rhodes because of everything that had transpired between you and Bucky.

“You think you make me uncomfortable?” You asked slowly, looking up at him. He shuffled awkwardly before finally perching on the seat beside you, planting down the pile of papers in his hand on the desk.

“T-That’s not what I meant,” he stuttered. “But I would understand if you did.”

A light laugh echoed around the library, quickly followed by a ‘shush’ from the librarian at the front desk. Bucky looked at you with a deep frown, clearly thinking you were completely mad.

“I don’t feel uncomfortable around you Bucky,” you explained. You lowered your voice slightly for fear of being overheard, moving closer to him as you spoke. “I was just worried about you getting in trouble.”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh, a beaming smile on his face. It was nice, knowing that his smile was because of you, not some red-headed professor. “You don’t need to worry about me, doll,” he beamed. “I can look after myself. Now, let me have a look at this analysis you’re working on.”

The two of you sat there for the next few hours, Bucky reading over your shoulder as you wrote, pointing out errors or sentences that he thought could be expanded on. Your mind drifted back to the very first day of your course, his very first rule.

“One: I am here to support you, not do your work for you. I will not push you to the right answer. If you don’t know the answer, listen and study.”

It didn’t seem as though he was following his own rule as the two of you sat in that library. He was giving you hints, edging you in the right direction, even leaning over your shoulder to rewrite an entire sentence for you, which you were certain was completely against the rules that he had created for his class. But you didn’t care. He was with you again, even if it was in an academic sense. You could smell his scent once more, now close enough for it to engulf you again, the paper, the ink, the sandalwood, tobacco, leather, the vanilla, each one filling your nostrils, almost making you forget about the paper entirely. He placed a hand on the small of your back, leaning closer as he discussed a comparison paragraph between two characters, and you could help but clench your thighs at the contact. What you didn’t realise was that Bucky had noticed it, and a small smirk began to play at his lips.

“Out of curiosity,” he said suddenly after a few hours, leaning forward in his seat and leaning against the desk, placing a hand on the cover of your novel. “Why did you choose ‘To the Lighthouse’?”

“I first read it back in middle school, and I found it fascinating how it completely steered away from all of the literature that I’d read before from the same era,” you explained with a shrug. “Woolf used her own personal memories to create a story that is so intimate and poetic, and I just thought that was incredible.”

Bucky nodded slowly, his eyebrows raised in thought. “That’s a very analytic take on it,” he said, looking at you pointedly. “But what is the personal connection?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, leaning back in your chair and taking a sip of your tea, now cold.

“From experience, when someone has a favourite book, it’s usually because there is some kind of personal connection,” he urged. “Something that makes that story, that book, so important to the person. So what’s yours?”

You paused, shooting him a small smile before looking down at the cup in your hands. “Do you really want to know?” You asked quietly, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod firmly. “That copy there was my grandma’s. It was her favourite book when I was growing up, and she always talked about it. I never read it, but after she died I found her copy.”

You spared a glance in his direction, but he didn’t speak, sitting patiently waiting for you to continue.

“It was filled with annotations that she’d made, and when I read it for the first time, it brought back so many memories,” you explained. “Every time I reached a part that she had talked about, or a paragraph that she had quoted, it felt as though she was with me at that moment. I began adding my own annotations to the same copy, started re-reading it over and over again to get that feeling back. After a while, it simply became my go-to book, the one that I always pick over anything else.”

You looked over at him when you had finished and found that he was smiling at you. It was a soft smile, understanding and perhaps a little sympathetic, and it made those butterflies in your stomach flutter to life once more. You wanted to pull him towards you, to kiss him and tell him how difficult it was to stay away from him. But you knew that you couldn’t - it was too risky.

“You know, this is my favourite book too,” he said eventually, lifting up your copy and flicking through the pages carefully. “It was the very first book that I ever studied, the one that made me find my passion for English and for writing. I owe my entire career to this book.”

You’d never had a conversation like this with him before, but you found that you were actually enjoying it. It was nice to know that he was someone outside of your professor, that you had so much in common with him.

“Looks like I picked a good book to analyse then,” you smiled, turning back to your laptop, trying to push away the smile that was threatening to spread across your face.

He leans forward to look over your shoulder once more, but this time it’s not the small of your back that his hand goes to. Instead, it finds its way to your thigh, squeezing gently at the flesh there as if asking if it was ok. Slowly you dipped your hand under the table, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was looking, interlacing your fingers with yours.

He leaned in close to you, his voice low, his cheek brushing against your shoulder.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Turning your head slightly you realised just how close you were, close enough that you could smell the coffee on his breath, and if you moved forward even just a few centimetres your lips would be connected.

“If I’m dangerous,” you whispered back, blinking at him slowly. “Then you’re irresistible.”

He twirled his hand around in yours, playing with your fingers, glancing down at your hand intertwined with his before glancing back up at you. You knew what was running through his mind - it was running through yours as well. You nodded, and he smiled back at you, rising to his feet, his hand never leaving yours as he led you away from the desk, leaving your computer and papers behind. He let go of your hand for only a second as you passed by the front desk, with him calling a ‘hello Maria’ to the librarian, before grabbing it again as soon as the pair of you were out of sight. He led you to the corner of the room and up the metal spiral staircase in the corner, one that was rarely used, leading to the section for the older books.

“No one comes up here, don’t worry,” he explained as he pulled you down a corridor, finally finding an aisle to his satisfaction and pulling you down it.

Within a moment he had slammed you against the bookcase, his lips crushing against yours, his hands sliding down to your thighs to help hoist you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist as if it were habit.

You both knew that you didn’t have long, and so as your hands trailed down to his belt buckle, he did the same, undoing the button of your jeans and hoisting them down your thighs as you pulled his suit pants down to his knees. He was inside you within an instant, and you both groaned at the sensation of being connected once again, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder as your hand reached out to grab onto the shelves beside you for support.

He began to thrust upwards, rough and quick, his hips snapping against yours in perfect rhythm. His hand tugged at your hair, revealing your throat to him, and he took it upon himself to latch his lips onto the skin just below your jaw, sucking and biting, before kissing it sweetly to null the pain.

“Tell me why I can’t stay away from you?” He mumbled against your skin. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

“Me too, Bucky,” you whispered, gasping as he readjusted your hips, meaning that he hit your spot perfectly. “T-Think about you all the time.”

His thrusts became faster, messier. The bookcase rattled behind you, books falling from the shelves with each movement, but neither of you cared. You were simply chasing your highs, edging closer and closer to the fall. You wanted to fall with him, to feel him finish with you, at the same time. You slid your hand down his arm, finding his hand on your thigh, tangling your fingers with his, sweaty hands clasped together as you got closer and closer to ecstasy together.

“Stay with me tonight.” It wasn’t a request or a question, it was a command. He was telling you that you were staying with him even if you didn’t want to. Little did he know that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to fall asleep on his chest, your skin sticking together, his spend dripping out of you onto his sheets.

The coil in your stomach snapped at the thought, and you leant forward, your teeth digging into his shoulder slightly as you tried desperately to swallow your screams from the bliss that took over your entire body., causing him to hiss at the slight pain. He finished at the same time, just as you had hoped for, the hot seed filling you up, certain to be dripping down your legs on the way back downstairs. He cursed, mumbling your name against your shoulder as he finished, his hips slowing to a stop. You were able to see his face this time, his lips parted slightly, eyes closed as if he were seeing heaven itself. You had never seen a sight more perfect.

The pair of you stayed like that for a moment simply catching your breaths before he finally pulled away, helping you down from your perch on the bookshelf.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked, buttoning up your jeans and looking back over to him as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers.

“What?” He asked with a frown, satisfied with his shirt, and moving on to wipe the fog from his glasses on his sleeve.

“When you asked me to stay with you tonight,” you explained slowly. It was very possible that he had simply said it in the heat of the moment, passion providing clouded judgement. But he paused, looking at you as if you had just said something idiotic.

“Of course I meant it.” He moved closer, placing his hands on your arms, and you took his glasses from him, slowly sliding them back onto his nose with a smile as he looked down at you. “I meant everything that I said. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s really becoming a problem.”

“So first I’m dangerous, and now I’m a problem,” you laughed, sliding your hands around his neck as he slipped his own around your waist. “I don’t know if I should be insulted, professor.”

Bucky groaned, his eyes squinting and his mouth curling into a smirk, and you raised your eyebrow at the view. “So, you like it when I call you professor, do you?” You asked, wearing a matching smirk. “I’ll have to remember that.”

You reached up onto your tiptoes, and planted a sweet and tender kiss to his lips, before the pair of you made your way back down the staircase, hand-in-hand.

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It started with just one kitten. Sam was out on his morning routine, when he spotted the kitten, hiding (poorly) in a bush next to the bunker. He approaches it slowly, high pitched cries filling the air. Sam searches for a mama cat, or even siblings, but the kitten appears to be alone and abandoned. It couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and fit in the palm of Sam's hand. It was a little mangy, dark fur matted and gunk in its green eyes.

It purred as Sam held it close to him, the little thing had to be starving.He wraps the kitten in his sweatshirt, and makes the unwise decision to sneak the kitten inside. Once he has the stowaway safely in his bedroom he quickly opens his laptop and Google's 'what to feed

an abandoned kitten.' A small meow comes from the kitten, having unwrapped itself from the hoodie, and is now toddling across Sam's bed, clearly seeking his attention.

He sneaks into the kitchen, trying to find something that will satiate the kitten until he can get to a store and buy proper food. There's some canned tuna-- who knows how old it is but figures that's better than nothing. He thinks about getting some milk, but remembers from the search that cows milk is actually bad for cats, that water is better. He finds a saucer, Men of Letters had all kinds of china stashed away that he or Dean hardly used and scoops a bit of the tuna onto it, and fills a bowl full of water.

Dean eyes him suspiciously when they run into each other in the hall, but doesn't say anything. When Sam returns to his room, the kitten has made itself at home, curling up on his pillow, kneading the sheet, and purring loudly, well, he supposes this is his cat now. Dean's gonna be pissed, but his rules always involved dogs, not cats, Sam reasons, and puts the saucer and bowl on the bed, and watches as the strong aroma makes the kitten's head perk up, sniffing the air before clumsily making it's way towards the food, and chomping away.

"Guess we need to get you a name," Sam's wonders outloud to the kitten, who is currently focused on the food in front of it. "Shadow?" He tests, it's not that original, he knows, but what else could he name it, Snowball? He even looks through a pet name finder, but 'Shadow' is the only thing that seems to stick, and he figures it could work for a boy or girl.

A knock on the door startles Sam, and throws his hoodie back over the kitten in a desperate attempt to hide it. Dean's eyebrow furrows as Sam answers the door doing his best to make himself look like he's not done something wrong. Dean tells him that Jody's asked for some help on a case, a milk-run, but they've been going through an abnormal calm: they haven't had a case in weeks, and Dean has started to get antsy. Sam declines, he's enjoyed the quiet, plus, now he's got a kitten who needs him. Shadow nearly reveals himself by letting out a meow, and Dean seems to want to question Sam, when instead a loud, boisterous sneeze leaves him. Crap, Dean's allergic, Sam always thought he was lying about that.

"It's probably 'cause this place hasn't been cleaned in ages," Sam excuses. "Not since Mrs. Butters…"

"Yeah, well, it's not like we can hire a cleaning service," Dean sniffs.

Sam promises to clean from top to bottom while Dean's away, also formulating a plan to keep Shadow's presence a secret until he can figure out the right time to tell Dean. Dean says he'll be back in a few days, a week at most, and within a few minutes the roar of the Impala's engine fills the garage, and Sam knows he and Shadow are safe.

"You almost got us caught, buddy," Sam chuckles as he uncovers the kitten, small remnants of tuna cover the kitten's face, he scratches the top of Shadow's head, as he laps at the tuna still on the plate.

By the time Shadow's done eating, his little belly has rounded, and he climbs into Sam's lap as he continues researching, making lists of what he'll need to buy, and even starts looking into the local vets. He's glad he told Dean that he would stay behind when Jody called for backup on a case, he won't have to explain why he's suddenly bringing in loads of pet supplies.

He decides to bring the kitten with him to the pet store, figuring the workers may be more equipped with helping him get the right products to make sure Shadow is getting proper nutrition. The kitten curiously inspects the car when Sam sets him down inside, sniffing loudly and even pawing at the dangling keys as Sam starts the engine. Shadow eventually settles on his lap, quietly napping as Sam makes his way into town.

He pulls up to the pet store, and makes the realization that he has nothing to keep Shadow in while they buy supplies. He supposes that he could just carry the kitten, he only weighs a few pounds, if that, and he wasn't too squirmy, and figures that's his best option. The young girls are immediately in awe when Sam walks in with Shadow, the kitten letting out the tiniest of meows, clearly trying to bring even more attention to the pair.

He doesn't even know where to begin. Food he rationalizes is probably the best place, Shadow, as much as he seemed to enjoy the tuna, probably needs something with more nutrition, and Sam remembers one search telling that abandoned kittens, especially those who are extremely young, need formula. Sam stands in the aisle, overwhelmed by the choices, until a woman closer to his age sees the confused look on his face.

"You need some help?" Heather, the tag on her shirt reads, and Sam turns to show her Shadow, and proceeds to go on for nearly five minutes about how he found the kitten and doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a cat. When he finally takes a breath, Heather chuckles slightly, before showing him the basics. She gets him a small buggy, and helps him start to fill it. Formula and a syringe to feed him, wet food, dry food, food bowl, a fancy water bowl with a filter, a flea and tick bath after Sam tells her that as far he knows the kitten's only ever lived outside. She suggests gently wiping his eyes until a vet appointment can be made, and even gives Sam the local vets number.

They get to the section Sam was dreading most, litter boxes. Heather tells Sam that most kittens don't need much training to use the box, but expect a few accidents, especially once confirming that Shadow is, in fact, a boy. Heather then leads him to the toy sections, pointing out cat trees and other things that Shadow might have fun playing with. she even suggests that if Sam wanted to put in the time and effort, he could even train the kitten to eventually go on walks, though he thinks that may be a little too much.

By the time they're done, his cart is full, and Shadow has migrated from the crook of his arm, to being perched on Sam's shoulder, or at least he was until he lost his balance and made – what Sam felt had to be a terrifying for the kitten (and not for him) – six foot drop to the floor. Shadow just looked up at him and meowed as if he was saying "I'm okay!" The girl behind the checkout counter struggled to suppress her laugh as Sam coddled the kitten, shushing him and giving him soft pets, almost like he was calming an upset child.

Heather assures him that Shadow will be fine, that young kittens are a little wobbly on their feet and falls are going to happen. Sam offers a half smile to the girl behind the counter, making her blush, as he continues to fuss over the kitten.

An hour later, Sam's set up a cat tree in one corner of his room, a litter box in the other, and gave Shadow a bath. The kitten was skinnier than he thought, and he wondered how long he'd been alone outside. Sam rummages through the bag to find the kitten formula, Heather suggesting that he could use it to supplement Shadow's diet between portions of wet food. He carefully mixes everything together, and grabs a small bottle, and Shadow immediately takes it, suckling down the whole thing in only a matter of minutes.

That night, Shadow ignores the plush bed Sam bought for him, opting to lie down so that his head rested on Sam's shoulder, kneading him gently and purring loudly.

By the time Dean returns, Sam has unfortunately forgotten that his brother doesn't know about the kitten until he starts sneezing every five minutes.

"I thought you were going clean, Sam," Dean grumbles between sneezes. He had cleaned, but then Shadow decided to escape Sam's room, and honestly, it's a miracle Sam found him.

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Don't Speak, Part 18

Pairing: implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Jo

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo

Summary: John's been gone for a month, and Y/N has yet to Sam and Dean her secret.

Warnings: Character Death, past miscarriage, pregnancy, implied affair, secrets, time jumps, naive reader, legal junk, bits of fluff

Word Count: <2k

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

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The circumstances of John’s death still remain a mystery even weeks later. The first time you gently press for information, Sam brushes you off casually, but there’s an underlying anger that you can’t help noticing, and you quickly drop the subject. You don’t tell Sam about your pregnancy, never seeming to find the right time, not that you’ve had many opportunities; Sam has been all but ignoring you since he and Dean arrived home.

John’s funeral is a private affair, his ashes scattered over the grounds, and a surprisingly modest headstone is erected next to Mary’s. Bobby and Ellen, as well as who you assume is Joanna, hidden beneath an overly large cloak, are the only members of the staff allowed to attend. After the conclusion of the ceremony you walk back into the manor. Sam offers you his arm stiffly when you stumble slightly, and you take it, just in time to feel your knees giving out from under you; everything goes black and fogginess clouds your ears.

When you come to, you are in your bed; Adam, Bobby and Claire by your side. Bobby and Adam are speaking in hushed tones, but you’re unable to make out any clear words. Claire is rubbing the small swell of her belly with one hand, holding a book in the other.

“She’s awake,” Adam is the first to notice your flickering eyes. “Y/N– Mrs. Winchester,” he quickly corrects, “you gave us quite the scare.”

Your thoughts immediately go to the baby you hoped that you were still carrying. Clutching your stomach as you look up to ask the unspoken question that must be written all over your face. What if you’d already done something wrong in this pregnancy? What if your baby was already gone?

“Everything’s fine, Missus,” Adam soothes you.

“But– I fell– What if–?” Your breaths get heavier and your vision tunnels, as you struggle to take in the air.

“Calm down, Y/N,” Adam doesn’t correct himself this time, and sits down next to you. “I need you to breathe, Y/N,” he orders you gently. “Open that window, please,” he says to no one in particular, but Bobby is quick to move, letting in the cool Kansas air.

“Deep breaths,” Claire takes your hand in hers, and pulls it to her chest, letting you feel the rise and fall of her chest as you mimic her breathing. “It’s okay, Y/N,” she says softly, “listen to Dr. Milligan.”

Once you’ve calmed, Bobby leaves you alone with Claire and Adam, muttering something about keeping the boys away for the time being, probably remembering how you reacted to them the last time you were in a state like this.

Dorothy arrives late that afternoon, confirming your pregnancy to still be intact, but she suggests that you be on bedrest for the next few days. You ask Bobby to keep the news of your pregnancy a secret, claiming that now isn’t an appropriate time to tell your husband. Bobby reluctantly agrees as do Claire and Ellen, you couldn’t disappoint Sam again if you lost this baby as well.

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Mine, Part 1

Characters: Sam, Dean, Jess

Pairing: past Sam x Jessica, past Dean x Jessica

Warnings: 1x01 adjacent, 10x03 adjacent, flashback, dub-con to non-con, smut, murder, pregnancy, obsessive/possessive Dean, creampie, rape by deception, mentions of arousal by murder/blood

Word Count: 3.1k+

A/n: this fic uses dialogue from 10x3. Demon!Dean refers to human Dean in the third person. Special Thanks to @writethelifeyouwant and @synmorite for brainstorming with me!

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"There’s no point of bringing your brother back now,” Dean grunts as Sam steps away, jerking against the chair. He’d play Sam’s game for now; how could he resist?

“Oh, I will bring him back,” Sam argues.

Sam just couldn’t let things go, but he was always the hopeful one, always saw the good in people, and now that Dean wasn’t human, he didn’t need to pretend that he was the good person that Sam believed him to be. Being a demon was freeing– letting loose, fucking whoever he wanted, killing whoever he wanted – despite Crowley’s insistance that he stick to those with contracts.

The dick who sold his soul just to have his cheating wife killed? Who was really the bad guy in that situation? Sure, Crowley was pissed, but both he and Dean knew who was really the stronger of the two, and Dean could easily overthrow him in Hell if he cared enough to do so. Once he was done here with Sam, he’d need to deal with Crowley. Dean isn’t dumb enough to think that he’s not the one who sold him out to his brother.

“See, where I’m sitting, there’s not much difference between what I turned into and what you already are,” Dean goads Sam, a look of guilt overwhelming his face as he realizes what Dean knows.

“I never meant–”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant. That line that you thought was so clear between us and the bad guys, ain’t so clear, is it Sammy?”

Tears well in Sam’s eyes, demon or not, Dean knows exactly how to play his brother. “You took a guy at his lowest, used him and it cost him his life and his soul. You know what, you might actually be worse than me.”

Sam fills another syringe, and walks carefully towards Dean. It was only the second injection, and it wasn’t making him feel more human, it was only pissing him off even more. He’d give Sam this; he was persistent, and Dean could think of something that might get him what he wants. Dean’s darkest secret, something the human him would never allow to say out loud, not wanting to shatter the perfect image that Sammy has of his older brother.

“This isn’t you talking, Dean.”

“Sure, it is, Sammy,” Dean grunts. “A new model: lean, mean, Dean. No one to hold me back, I can do what I want, whenever I want. And you know what I want, little brother?” Sam flinches slightly at Dean’s words, the familiarity seeming to physically hurt him. “First, I’m gonna tell you what really happened the night your little girlfriend bit the bullet, then I’m gonna do what your brother has wanted for so long, you know how obsessed he is with you? How much he loves you? And not that brotherly love, oh no, this sick motherfucker is in love with you. How fucked up is that? If he couldn’t have you, no one could. Think about it, Sammy, the second you try to settle down, and suddenly John’s gone missing? Quite the coincidence, don’t you think?”

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Don't Speak, Part 19

Pairing: Sam x Dean, implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Jo, implied Dean x Claire

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire, mentions of Bobby, Ellen, Jo

Summary: Dean discovers some family secrets in the wake of John's death.

Warnings: Wincest, gay sex, oral, daddy!kink, minor feminization, implied dub con, implied loss of virginity, legal stuff, deathbed confessions/secrets revealed, implied stillbirth, implied marital rape, implied incest (father/daughter), implied attempted infanticide, Mary is not treated well.

WC: 3.1k

beta’d by the wonderful, lovely, @writethelifeyouwant

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Dean

“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean grunts as Sam swallows him down and tangles his hands in Sam’s hair, encouraging him to bob up and down on his cock. It’s the first time they’ve been together properly since returning home. Claire’s been especially clingy, wanting to spend all her time with him, and he wishes that she were more like Y/N in that regard, not pushing for any additional attention from Sam.

The feeling of Sam’s tongue around his cock and the obscene moans coming from Sam’s pretty little mouth makes Dean want to cum right down his throat, but he won’t, not until his baby brother’s been taken care of as well. Dean’s mouth waters as he watches Sam’s free hand disappear into his trousers, and notices the unmistakable movement of him stroking himself to hardness.

“Please, De,” Sam groans, popping off Dean’s cock. “Need you.”

“Not yet, baby boy,” Dean tsks, pulling Sam up to his feet, planting a rough kiss on his brother's lips, and replacing Sam’s hand with his own. Dean’s thumb rubs against Sam’s slit, and he uses his other hand to rid Sam of his trousers. A dull thud fills the room as Sam’s pants fall to the floor, before Dean’s rips off his shirt, exposing Sam’s toned and taut chest. Dean can’t help but let out a sigh of appreciation as he takes in his brother’s gorgeous body.

He plants kisses around Sam’s neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a number of marks, showing everyone who Sam belongs to. Dean makes his way down Sam’s chest, until he’s on his knees taking Sam’s leaking cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around Sam’s length, swallowing him down, hollowing his cheeks, until he can feel Sam at the back of his throat.

“Please, daddy,” Sam moans, and Dean’s cock gets even harder at the use of his new nickname. Dean’s hands make their way towards Sam’s puckered hole, rubbing it for a few moments before pushing in a single finger. Sam never needed much prep, and today is no different, but Dean loves working him open. He slides another finger in, scissoring Sam open, and sucking even harder on his cock until Sam is coming hot and salty down Dean’s throat.

Dean swallows down Sam’s seed, letting him go with a pop, before rising to his feet and planting his lips on Sam’s, letting Sam taste himself on Dean’s tongue. Sam’s needy, whiney, and exactly where Dean wants him, and he can’t wait much longer to sink his cock into his baby brother.

“How y’want it, Sammy?” Dean grunts, wrapping his hand around Sam’s cock again, stroking him back to hardness.

“Wanna see you.”

“On your back and spread your legs f’me,” Dean whispers as he walks Sam backwards towards the bed. “Show me that needy little hole a’yours.”

Dean kneels at the edge of the bed between Sam’s legs where he’s completely exposed. He leans forward to lick at Sam’s hole and pushes in two fingers. Once Sam’s ready and loose, Dean wets his palm and strokes his cock, standing up to guide himself into Sam.

“Please, daddy,” Sam begs again as Dean pushes in the tip of his cock, relishing in the feeling of his brother finally wrapped around him again.

“Y’want daddy to fuck you, baby boy?” Dean teases, leaning over Sam, his breath hot on his face. “Tell daddy how much you wan’ it, Sammy.”

“Please, daddy, need you to fuck me, make me yours.”

“So needy, baby,” Dean starts thrusting hard and deep into Sam. “S’too bad you aren’t a girl, then I coulda started breeding you years ago.” Sam moans at Dean’s words, clenching around his cock. “Keep you full of my cum, watch you grow round over and over again. We wouldn’t have to take on those whores as wives.”

In a swift move, Dean pulls out of Sam and sits back at the head of the bed, beckoning Sam forward with a flick of his finger. Sam’s eyes are lust blown as he crawls on all fours towards Dean. Dean expects him to climb on top of him, but instead Sam takes Dean’s cock in his mouth again, kissing the tip before swallowing him down. Dean lets out a sigh, there isn’t anything much better than Sam wrapped around him, whether it’s his mouth or ass, the only thing that comes close is Y/N’s tight little pussy, but even then, he’ll take his brother over those useless bitches any day. Claire, though, isn’t completely useless, she’s done her duty, at least.

Once Sam’s got Dean’s cock nice and wet, he climbs into Dean’s lap, jerks his cock once more before guiding it towards his hole. Dean reaches for Sam, grabbing his ass as he encourages Sam to ride him; nothing beats a needy slut riding his cock, whether it’s Sam, Y/N, Claire or Jo. Sam’s riding his cock like there’s no tomorrow, as if this may be the last time that they are together.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean moans as he feels Sam squeeze around him, sees his baby brother’s cock hardening once again. "C'mon baby boy, show me how bad you want it."

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Don't Speak, Part 20

Pairing: Sam x Dean, implied Winchesters x F!Reader, implied Adam x F!Reader, implied Dean x Claire

Characters: Sam, F!Reader, Dean, John, Adam, Claire

Summary: Dean discovers some family secrets in the wake of John’s death.

Warnings: confessions, non-con touching, threats, fearful reader, implied m/m sex, implied non-con, pregnancy

WC: 2.8k

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You find Adam waiting for you in your room when you enter. Your head is reeling. He isn’t the father of your baby. He’d all but told you he was, why would he lie to you? Why would he let you believe for well over a month that he, not one of the brothers, was the one to put a child in your belly.

He smiles when he catches sight of you, the two of you have been quietly carrying on since the brothers returned. But it’s not happiness that fills you when you see him, only anger and betrayal. You can’t control your hand as it connects with his cheek as he enters your space.

“You lied to me,” you accuse, your hand flying again, unsure of where your newfound boldness has come from. “You told me that the baby was yours.”

“I thought–” Adam tries stopping your hand in the air. “I was doing it for you, Y/N.”

“I’m not some fragile little girl, Adam,” you spit out, yanking your hand away from his grip. You’d never speak to Sam or Dean in such a way, for fear of retaliation, but Adam wouldn’t hurt you, not physically and certainly not intentionally. “I’ve been through more than you’ll ever know.”

“I know,” Adam’s face softens. “That’s why– I didn’t lie, Y/N. I just– I didn’t correct you. You were so happy, and with what happened with your last pregnancy– John told me to make sure that once you became pregnant, to do whatever it takes to keep you healthy. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

You feel the heat fill your cheeks, maybe Adam chose to ignore all the signs that were in front of him all this time. He must’ve thought it odd, a prominent figure such as John Winchester hiring someone to impregnate his daughter-in-law, but maybe the promise of money, something Adam’s family was desperate for, made him look the other way.

“I wish it was mine, kitten,” Adam whispers, pulling you closer to him, and resting his hand on your bump. “And if you asked me to take you away from here, I would. It wouldn’t be some grand life–”

“I can’t leave, Adam,” you scoff. He didn’t understand, no matter who your baby belonged to you were, for now and forever, even more so than before, tied to the Winchesters. “Sam’s my husband– Dean– Claire– they’re my family now. What kind of wife would I be if I left? I don’t have anyone here except for them, I haven’t seen or heard from my parents in nearly a year, they could be dead for all I know.”

Adam nods as if he understands, but he can’t, not really. He may not know his father, but he still had his mother.

“So the baby’s Sam’s,” you state matter-of-factly, if Adam didn’t know about your relationship with Dean or John, you didn’t want to tell him, at least not this way.

Adam’s face scrunches. “Sam can’t be the father of your baby.” Maybe he knew more than he let on.

“How– how could you know that?”

“John–” your eyebrows furrow at Adam's casual use of John’s name. Very few people dared to call John by his name, even in his death he was still a man of high stature, and it felt wrong to hear someone outside the family refer to him with such familiarity. Bobby was the only member of the staff who dared to call him anything other than Mr. Winchester.

“When he hired me, he said he suspected that Sam couldn’t have children. Said that something happened to Sam when he was a baby, said he was cursed. I– I don’t know anything about curses, but there’s no good reason that a healthy man of his age should have issues impregnating his wife. Did John tell you to fuck someone else so that Sam could have an heir?” Adam questions gently.

“I’m theirs,” you mumble, “I’m their wife. I’m the one they chose.”

“Theirs?”

“Sam’s. Dean’s. John’s,” you can’t meet Adam’s eyes, too ashamed to admit that you’ve let yourself be used by the Winchesters for the last year.

“Were you– have all of them been sleeping with you?” Adam asks, taking a step towards you. You nod your head. “How long?”

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91 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

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I posted 1,149 times in 2022

That's 688 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (8%)

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I tagged 142 of my posts in 2022

#bts - 88 posts

#park jimin - 52 posts

#min yoongi - 43 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 2 - Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU , Age Gap and Drama.

Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware, momentarily forgot when he tried to kiss her. TRIED. SPOILER). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they also kinda reflect Yoongi's thoughts during those moments. UNEDITED!

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 3.6k including lyrics.

A/N: Thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series.

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

If you want to be added to the taglist of this series, please ask here. or If you want to be part of the permanent taglist and get notified every time I post a new story. And if you want to read more, check out my Park Jimin story!

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series: Read Part One here.

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2014

Flight number DL6310 has been cancelled. Passengers of this flight please approach the nearest information desk.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed at the board making a few people around glare at me. I walked towards the information desk where they rescheduled my flight to the following week if weather conditions at home got better in the next two days. Once that was settled, I hurriedly ran out of the airport with my hand carry and backpack, and hailed a cab back to my hotel to book a room for another two days, instead of going back to my cousin's house. As I laid on the bed, relishing the cold air of the air conditioner when I decided to take a shower and change clothes before taking an afternoon cat nap. Rummaging through my backpack for something to wear when my book fell out of my bag. Picking it up, I examine the cover and flip the pages with my thumb, stopping at a page I bookmarked with a random receipt that had scribbles. Reading what I wrote.

'Suga. Rapper guy from South Korea. Laundromat. Santa Monica Pier. 3pm tomorrow. '

I stare at the words I wrote for a good second before I finally remember what it was about and who was Suga. I got up leaving the book on the bed as I went to the bathroom to shower, music playing loudly on my phone that I carried with me.

As I was lathering up my body with soap, with shampoo in my eyes when my brain decided to wake up and reminded me that I met Suga yesterday, and that '3pm tomorrow' is 3pm. Today.

"That cannot be today!" I scoff as I reach for my phone and see that it was already 2:45pm making me gasp dropping the phone on the sink as I duck my head back under the shower head trying to hurriedly finish rinsing, "You fucking irresponsible idiot!" I yell, scolding myself as I rubbed shampoo off of my stinging eyes.

Getting on a cab, I give the driver directions telling him to floor it as I silently pray I don't start smelling like sweat by the time i got to my destination fanning myself with the map of California that I had first bought when I arrived earlier in the summer. We were near the pier when the traffic started, the street looked like a damned parking lot. I looked outside the window wondering if I could make it if I either walk fast or run.

"Does this always happen?" I asked exasperatedly at the driver, staring to feel down that I might not see Suga or meet his friends.

"It gets worse to be honest with you," the old man says "The pier is just over there you see?" he points a shaky finger at the ferris wheel "You could just run to get there or walk, I just hope your date doesn't mind if you start smelling like the ocean and sweat combined," he kindly smiles.

"It's really a date, but I hope he doesn't mind the scent," I smile as I start to pull out a few notes and handed it to him "Keep the change, sir. Take care!"

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66 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

The Companion 3

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (hopefully lol)

Summary: A year after all their world tour was cancelled with the announcement of the pandemic, Jimin goes through a roller coaster of emotions and he can barely his emotions and he's trying so hard to stay happy. Namjoon and Jin suggested to get a puppy when they got drunk but Joon thought a human companion sounded funny to his drunken brain, not knowing that Jimin took his word seriously. When he finally finds the one who's going to be his human emotion companion, he wonders if she's up for it? And most importantly, he wonders how things would play out with him being Park Jimin and her being... well, a fan... an ARMY to be precise.

Warning(s): Fluff. Bit of pandemic talk. Sentences in italics are Korean words translated to English. UNEDITED!

Word count: 2k

A/N: We're back to Y/N's pov. I was supposed to post this on Sunday but I fell asleep too early, my sleep cycle is fcked because of insomnia.

Fun fact: this was supposed to be a hybrid!Jimin fanfic. 👀.... I can turn it into that we still got time i guess.. lemme know what you think, comment down beloowww. Search author_effie on the birdapp.

Sorry it's pretty short. Enjoyyyy

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I stare at the empty lobby of Hybe waiting as per the instruction of Jimin. It's been two weeks since the trip to the grocery and the last time I saw Jimin, and within that time Jimin and I settled for phone calls and when he had the time, video calls usually before midnight. But little did he know I slept past 3am due to the what seemed to be never ending jetlag.

"Ms. Y/N?" I heard a voice call my name, looking up I see the receptionist bowing. I bow back as I greet her "Good morning,"

"This way please," she says as she leads me to a door guarded by security. She reaches over to the guard who hands her an ID with a black lanyard that she hands to me. It had my picture from my resume and my name in English under the Korean characters, along with my job title, Executive Secretary. If they only knew...

Before entering the elevator, she teaches me how to use the biometrics system to clock in whenever I arrive and to enter the code I'll receive from Jimin. The ride up the elevator was silent and quick, as soon as we arrived at our designated floor she leads me towards another door that had another security guard waiting outside.

"She's Park Jimin's personal assistant," she informs them as they nod and open the door for me. I say my thanks and walk in as quietly as I can. The room was filled thumping, squeaking and loud music playing on the speakers of an English song I didn't recognize, but the voices I definitely recognized. Eyes gazing around the large, somewhat dark room that looked a basketball court inside the building I find seven men singing and dancing to a new song. Their manager walks up to me and greets me with a smile, hand extended to shake my hand.

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Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 3 - Miss Right in her Converse High

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Chapter Warning(s): Cursing. Underage reader in flashbacks (Yoongi is aware). The lyrics are not in order like they are in the song, and the lyrics aren't just Yoongi's parts, they can also reflect Yoongi's thoughts or it just fits with the moment. UNEDITED!

Chapter Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Word count: 4.8k including lyrics.

A/N: Again, thank you @/doolsetbangtan on twitter for translating the lyrics and explaining every verse and phase of every song by BTS❤️ Please go check out her wordpress blog, she's really cool and her work helped me a lot with writing this series. Grab your tissues... maybe? Also, I let this just flow on it's own... so, confuse hajima? lol Enjoy! Oh btw, it was my first day of work last Friday, so the writing is gonna be a bit slow😅 Sorry, but I'll try my best💜 Next update might be for The Companion, I haven't updated it in almost 3 weeks me finks. Imma stop talking, enjoooyyyy!

Disclaimer: Just a quick reminder that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol.

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Can be read as a stand-alone, but this is part of a series:

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Present - 2021

"Namjoon-ah,"

"Yes, hyung?"

"Would you bail me out of jail?"

Namjoon stares at me as if I've lost my mind, he's not wrong. It's been years since I've lost my mind, I just keep growing more and more insane.

"What makes you say that hyung?"

>Converse converse i really hate a converse<

"She still wears those god damned shoes," I grunt as I close the car door too hard making Jungkook who was sitting in the back with Hobi whining and complaining about how I shut the door to hard. Namjoon chuckles as he gently closes the passenger door and walks up next to me, "You've been saying that for years, hyung. Fuck, you even wrote a great track out of it."

"I don't know if she's playing dumb with me or if she's just fucking clueless that it's about her," I huff as I watch her run towards an ice cream truck, "It's literally me telling her to wear something aside from those damn shoes, she'd look in something else,"

>On your gorgeous appearance, black sheer tights and stilettos will be good

Yeah, they’ll be too good to be true

But, what will suit you even better are Jordan numbers

Together with your body, it turns me on even more<

"So you did say in the song," Namjoon agrees "Maybe she thinks its just another song of ours,"

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Girl of My Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst (squint in tiny), Friends to Lovers, Soulmates AU, Age Gap and Drama.

Summary: Every one has always wondered why Yoongi was good with words especially when it comes to the topic of love. It wasn't a question of why, but who. Who made him think of love that way? Who was his muse? Who was the muse that always made Yoongi smile like he won the damn lottery? Who made him laugh even in situations where he had to be serious? If you ask him, he'll just smile and blush, but if you ask the other members they would smile at Yoongi then look at you and start giggling like gossiping high schoolers.

Warnings: Underage reader (first few chapters). Lyrics in the chapters are not in order. Mentioned lyrics are not just Yoongi's parts. Warnings will be mentioned per chapter.

Legend:

"English words that are said as is and or/ translated from English to Korean OR Vice Versa, depending on the POV"

"Korean words"

>Lyrics<

Disclaimer: Quick reminder to y'all of course that, of course I don't own BTS. And that this story is just an idea of mine, the boys being geniuses they are wrote the songs with a different idea on mind, this is just my wishful thinking on writing lol. Not all songs will be included just the ones that will tug on your heartstrings😏😇

*thank you doolsetbangtan and other blogs that I will mention per chapter that translated and explained all BTS songs*

Girl of My Dreams

Blanket Kick (Embarrassed)

Miss Right in her Converse High

I NEED U / RUN

DNA / Pied Piper

FAKE LOVE

Trivia: Seesaw

Pluto and the Truth Untold

Make it Right

Boy with Luv / HOME

Savage Love / Telepathy

My Universe

Girl of My Dreams - Finale

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102 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Girl of My Dreams: Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader / SUGA x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Soulmates (?). Age gap.

Warning(s): Sentences in italics are English words translated to Korean (that sounded confusing but I said what I said). Cursing. Underage reader at one point (Yoongi didn't know and tried to ask her out)... Spoiler lol. Mentions of MC being tipsy. A bit of angst at the end. UNEDITED!

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: The summary was really the idea or the question that came to mind, though we all know that Yoongi is undeniably a genius in any topic you throw at him, his idea of love is always what gets me. And his part in Girl of My Dreams sparked my thoughts - he's a hopeless romantic. Other might think he's very serious and cold but I think he's very romantic and sweet, even at times clingy. For now here's my idea on how it would be if he had a muse - which one day, of course, will happen when he gets married to his s/o and have kids they would be the lucky ones because they're his muses in life.

Enjoy this one!!!

P.S: this is my 2nd fanfic for BTS lol and I became an Army during the Dynamite era (though I knew them since I saw For You and Idol). sorry if some of the facts are a bit off. Do feel free to correct me but please remember that this is a fanfic, some stuff are meant to be different!! 😅💜

Please don't forget to leave a like, reblog this story and please leave a feedback. Please don't be a silent reader🥺! My ask box is also open as well as my permanent taglist if you wanna get tagged for future stories. There are probably more parts after this, just ask if you wanna be added to the taglist ;)

aaand... Happy, Happy Birthday to the best of the best, our one and only Min Yoongi (lil meow meow). We love you. Stay healthy💜 Borahaeeeeee

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"Y/n?" I call to her and she hums in question looking up from her book.

"Do you think I would sound cool if I sing?" ask her twirling my ballpen in my fingers, I stopped myself from murdering the button to click it open and close repeatedly out of being nervous.

Her pouty lips curl inwards to stop herself from laughing and she shut her eyes as she removes her glasses.

"Be honest, please," I beg with a smile already knowing the answer but I wanted to hear her voice she's been quiet ever since she sat on the couch in my studio and hid behind the pages of her book, a romance novel. All I could hear when I put my headphones away were the quiet humming of the air conditioner and humidifier, and her flipping pages on her book.

"I mean, I know I don't sound like Jin hyung or Jimin, or Taehyung or even Jungkook," I explained "Even Namjoon and Hoseok sound good when they're singing," she snort laughs and starts giggling hiding her face in between the book, "I can carry a tune, I'm a rapper, I can sing just not as amazing as the vocal line!" I exclaim and she guffawed "Ya~! I'm serious!" I tease her though she knows I'm not serious.

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Welcome to Week 33 2024 or Week 239, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 33 2024:

Broken Hearts part 23 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

His Wickedly Wild Menace (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Badge & blood: a cry baby story | prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @delicatebarness 💙

Mine part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

The Thing About Trust (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @christowhore 💙

Taskmaster (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokilaufeysonslove 💙

Mine part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

I Thought I Lost You (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @welikeimagines-andfandoms 💚

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokilaufeysonslove 💙

Captain Rogers attends his first Pride event (Stucky X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Mine part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

Professional Oversight (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Helmut Zemo) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 🖤❤️

Warning Signs (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💙

His Fiore part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚💙

Mine part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙❤️🖤

Happy valentines day, darling! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @softestqueeen ❤️

Midnight smile (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @intrepidacious 💚

First date (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @navybrat817 💚

Yield (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💚

Broken Hearts part 24 epilogue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Home Sweet Home Chapter Seven (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow ❤️

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚

Need you now (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💙

Trouble man (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @saintttajax 💙

Imagine (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @hoteldreamss 💚

Date Day (Stucky X Reader) by @plussizefantasia 💚

How Can I Forget You? (Stucky X Reader) by @bucks-babe ❤️

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I posted 59 times in 2022

46 posts created (78%)

13 posts reblogged (22%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@heytherejulietx

@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

@makethatelevenrings

@agaypanic

I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#james maguire x reader - 12 posts

#derry girls - 12 posts

#james maguire - 12 posts

#derry girls x reader - 10 posts

#malcolm in the middle - 5 posts

#orla mccool - 4 posts

#clare devlin - 4 posts

#michelle mallon - 4 posts

#benny weir - 4 posts

#benny weir x reader - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 34 characters

#my babysitter’s a vampire x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Fella Part 6 (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: Erin becomes editor of the school magazine. When she decides to publish a anonymous confession, many truths come out. And Orla can’t stop doing step aerobics.

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“Did you hear there’s gonna be a talent show in about a week?” Erin asked the group as they walked to her house from the bus stop. “Apparently, Jenny Joyce came up with the idea.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Y/n scoffs. “She’s probably gonna open for it too, with how much she sings at morning announcements.”

“Wish she would shut her fat hole,” Michelle said.

“I wish you’d shut your hole, Michelle,” Y/n replied. “Lord knows we need a break from your mouth.” The group, minus Michelle, laughed as they walked up the hill where the Quinns lived.

“What you really need is a cig and maybe a good fuck. Might loosen you up a bit.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the vulgar suggestion.

“Shut up, Michelle.” James scolded. “You’re always so vulgar.”

“I just tell it how it is.” His cousin responded as the group reached the Quinn house. Y/n opened the door and led everyone into the living room. As they dropped their bags, James leaned over to Y/n.

“I don’t think you’re uptight.”

“Thanks. I love Michelle, but she can be a bitch sometimes.” They both laughed at the quiet remark. They looked up, noticing an unusual silence over the group, to see her mother smiling. Not at the two specifically, but at the whole group.

“Gimme your darks, kids.” She outstretched her hands. The kids looked down at their outfits and then at the half-full laundry basket.

“I hate laundry day,” Y/n muttered as she shrugged off her blazer.

***

The kids were now doing the dishes for Mary in just socks, their white button-ups, and unders. Erin and Orla scrubbed, Clare rinsed, Michelle and James dried, and Y/n put away.

“Hey!” Mary looked at Y/n with a pointed finger. “Let me look at that.”

Y/n handed her mother the plate she was about to put away. After a quick once over, she looked at James.

“You call that clean, do you?”

“Different standards, you see, Mary.” Aunt Sarah looked at James, shaking her head. “You’re not in England now, son.”

“Orla washed it, though.” Y/n defended. Her cousin scoffed from the sink.

“Oh, okay. I have had it with you, Y/n. And your picking, picking, picking, and I won’t take it anymore. Do you hear me?”

“Is everything okay, Orla?” Y/n asked. It had definitely taken the kids off guard.

“I warned you, Orla.” Aunt Sarah told her daughter. “You’re putting yourself under too much pressure.”

“Can’t fail, Mammy.” Orla shook her head. Erin looked at her cousin confused, maybe even a bit amused.

“Since when have you been troubled by exams?” Orla looked even more confused.

“Exams? What are you on about, Erin?”

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178 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

hi i was wondering if i could request reese wilkerson? 😆 youve been best friends for a long time so youre all going on a vacation together, and you have to share a room…. 😯 Best friends to lovers?

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Summary: The Wilkersons save up enough money to go to the ranch to visit Francis and Piama. Only this time, they let Reese’s best friend tag along.

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“Why does Y/n get to come with us but not Stevie?” Malcolm complained as he sat next to Dewey in the back seat. Y/n laughed from behind him, sitting in the very back of the van with Reese, the best friend that invited her on their family trip.

“Kitty Kenarban would’ve made you guys pack a whole other car with all the stuff she thinks Stevie needs. I only need a backpack and my mom doesn’t care enough to call every hour.”

“And with the amount of crap you boys get yourselves into, Kitty would kill us.” Lois sighed as she got into the front seat. She turned around to look at the kids. “Y/n knows how to keep you guys in check. Besides, it’s Reese’s turn to invite a friend. Now buckle up! We’re already late!”

“So what’s the ranch like?” Y/n asked Reese as Hal pulled out of the driveway.

“It’s so cool! Last time we went, Dewey rode an ATV up a tree and we set off a huge firework, we were blind and burned for a while.”

“Sounds like something you guys would do,” Y/n smirked at the thought of the boys blindly walking around with sunburns.

“There’s a lot more we can do now that you’re coming with us,” Reese whispered, looking up to see if Lois or Hal could hear him. They couldn’t, which was surprising because he was loud no matter how hard he tried. “When you’re with us, Mom practically lets us get away with murder.”

“Yeah, I think she might like me more than you guys.” Y/n joked.

“She loves you more than all of us combined.”

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“Hey, guys!” A cheerful voice yelled at the Wilkersons as they pulled up to the front of the ranch. It was Francis, the oldest child. He gave out hugs to both his family members and Y/n before taking some of their luggage. “So, how was the drive down?”

“Oh, it was okay.” Hal smiled. “Can’t wait to go to the pool, maybe ride a horse.”

“Gotta unpack first, Hal.” Lois reminded her husband. “No running off like you always do.”

“Oh, come on, Honey. We came here to have fun, we can unpack later!”

“Well,” Francis cleared his throat, standing in front of a room. “Mom, Dad, this is your room. The only other rooms available each have one bed, so the kids can decide who they wanna room with. It’s two to a room.”

“Malcolm and Dewey, you’re in one room. Reese and Y/n, you’re in the other.” Lois said quickly before barging into her own to drop her luggage. Malcolm and Dewey groaned while Reese and Y/n high-fived, eager to spend more time with each other.

“I can’t believe we scored a room all to ourselves,” Y/n said as she closed the door after Reese walked in with his things.

“I can’t believe Mom’s letting us sleep in a room by ourselves. Thought she would’ve gone crazy if I asked.” Reese commented, sitting down on the bed. It seemed like he just now realized their situation. “Are you cool with sharing a bed?”

“As long as you don't shove your foot in my face like last time.” Y/n laughed, sitting next to the boy. “Ready to have some fun?”

“Hell yeah.”

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Have fun, they did. The family swam in the pool for a few hours, then dried off and went horseback riding. After, they had lunch and split up to do their own things. Hal and Lois went for a walk. Malcolm and Dewey went exploring around the Grotto. Y/n and Reese went to their room for a nap before dinner.

“I’m so glad we have our own room,” Y/n murmured as she kicked her shoes off. “Think I’d go crazy if we had to bunk with Malcolm and Dewey.” She went under the covers and sighed in relief as she sunk into the mattress.

“Glad you’re glad.” Reese smiled as he jumped onto the bed, jolting Y/n from her half-asleep state. “What time’s dinner?”

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209 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

can you do a james x reader where the girls forget your birthday but he comes around at night with cake and a present and ends up confessing his feelings and it’s just super cute 🥺 also I really love the fella series!!

Birthday Surprise (James Maguire X Reader)

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Summary: You thought your seventeenth birthday was going to be special, but your friends act like it’s just another day. Luckily, there’s always an English lad who knows how to make you feel special.

F/C: Favorite Color

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You had woken up that morning with delight. You were finally 17. Although nothing really changed besides your age, you still skipped down the stairs with a pep in your step. You couldn’t wait to spend the day with your friends and celebrate.

You all had planned to meet at Erin’s house and go to the chip shop. The ban on you lot was lifted a while after the whole stealing and drapes on fire incident. James wasn’t entirely thrilled to go, but after some begging from you and light bullying from Michelle, he agreed to come.

It seemed you were the last to show up at the Quinns’ house, as the rest of your friends were huddled in the living room. You wondered what they could’ve been talking about, but they all broke away after hearing you walk in.

“Hey, girls!” You enthusiastically hugged each of them, leaving James last. “Hi, James.” You noticed that James was the only one to return the affection with the same energy. Everyone else seemed confused by the action.

“What are you so happy about?” Michelle asked. You let go of James and turned around to face them.

“What do you mean? I thought we were celebrating today.” The girls laughed as you all exited the house.

“We’re going to the chippy, Y/n. Yeah, it’s great that Fionnula lifted the ban, but there’s nothing to get that excited about.”

“Let her be excited, Michelle.” Erin playfully hit the girl’s shoulder, glancing back at you. “She loves their chicken sandwiches. It’s like the only thing she gets there.”

As the group walked on, you started to slow down, trailing behind. James, looking back to see you a bit behind, slowed his pace so he could walk next to you.

“You okay?” He asked, trying not to draw attention from the others.

“Yeah.” You answered quickly. “Just looking forward to that chicken sandwich, you know?” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced by your answer. But you didn’t focus on that. You had bigger things to think about.

Your friends had forgotten your birthday.

***

It was safe to say that you were in a bit of a sour mood by the time you had made it to the shop. Everyone lined up to give their orders, you and James in the back of the line. When you became second in line, James leaned down to you.

“What would you like?”

“Huh?” You looked at him, confused.

“What did you want to get?” He asked as if it was simple. It was. You just weren’t expecting it. You two hadn’t really talked much since you made your way down the hill.

“Same as always, chicken sandwich with chips, heavy salt. Might get extra chips. I’m a bit hungrier than usual.” James nodded as Clare paid and walked toward the group. You and James walked up to the counter as Fionnula grabbed her notepad.

“What do you want?” She asked, somewhat aggressively. You went to speak, but James beat you to it.

“Chicken sandwich and extra chips with heavy salt, please, Fionnula.” James smiled as she wrote down the order.

“Anything else?”

“Nope.”

“Five pounds.” You reached into your pocket to pull out the money, but James had beaten you to the punch once again. He gave the money to Fionnula, who took it and walked towards the back with her notepad.

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Wake Up (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Benny being like your personal alarm can be a unique experience.

A/N: I know I have other things I should be working on, but no one has requested for my boy Benny yet. Just wanted to make something short and sweet with him. Also apparently his eyes are green??? I thought they were brown this entire time

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“Y/n.” A whisper attempted to draw you out of the state of sleep you were in. It wasn’t as effective as the owner of the voice had hoped. “Wake up, Y/n.” The words were drawn out in a whiny tone.

“Shut up, Benny.” You groaned, half joking. You had spent the night at your boyfriend’s house after a long night of playing video games and watching movies. So you were desperate to get rid of the rest of your exhaustion by sleeping just a little longer.

“Don’t make me resort to drastic measures, Y/n.” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. You turned your back towards him, snuggling more into your pillow.

“Unless you’re gonna bring that girl’s dog back to life again, I think I’ll be fine.” He didn’t respond, something you were grateful for. In the silence, you were drifting back to sleep, feeling weightless.

Too weightless. Not that you minded.

“Y/n?” Benny’s voice was farther away, but you just chalked it up to being close to unconscious. “You know how sometimes when you’re about to fall asleep, you wake up because you suddenly feel like you’re falling?” You gave an affirming hum at the odd question. Then you realized why he asked it in the first place.

“Benny!” You shrieked as you bounced around on his bed. Using his magic, Benny had lifted you up as close to the ceiling as possible. After you answered his question, he expelled the magic holding you up and let you drop. After a few more bounces, you settled back on the bed, and Benny leaned over you. A goofy expression overtook him.

“Good morning.” He went down to kiss you, which you accepted despite what he just pulled.

“You’re a jerk.” You murmured against his lips. He pulled back just a tad, still hovering over you.

“Yet you still love me.” He twirled a strand of hair between two of his fingers.

“I’m debating that right now.” The smile that reached his green eyes was quickly replaced by an offended look. You laughed at the expression change. “Kidding, Benny.”

But you knew that he knew you were. Nothing could ever push you away from him, no matter how much he tried to annoy you, rope you into his insane plots, or talk about the latest video game he played in extreme detail.

“Breakfast and games?” You asked, starting to sit up. Benny’s usual look of happiness overtook him.

“It’s like you can read my mind.” He said, peppering your face in kisses.

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Hi I was wondering if you could write a gally x reader where he is very sweet and soft around her but all tough in public. I love your writings btw !!!

Sweet Dreams (Gally X Reader)

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Summary: Y/n is the only one who gets to see past Gally’s walls.

A/N: first gally post!!

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“Hurry up!” Gally yelled down to his group of builders from the top of his ladder. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we get lunch!”

The builders grumbled but didn’t complain, knowing what their Keeper was saying was true. They had to do repairs and add-ons to the Homestead because the number of boys in the Glade never stopped increasing.

After the repairs were finished, Gally sent the builders off to lunch. He decided to stay behind to put away tools, liking a little quiet time and waiting for a certain someone.

“Hey, Gal!” And there she was. If it wasn’t public knowledge that Y/n was dating the Keeper of the builders, his reaction to her arrival was enough to know there was something between them.

“Hey, Hon.” Gally turned around to hug his girlfriend, slightly lifting her off the ground. She giggled at the action.

“Ready for lunch?”

“You know it.” Gally set her down, opting for lacing their fingers together as they made their way to Frypan’s food. Their arms swung back and forth during their walk as they talked about what had happened during their morning. But as they neared the crowd of boys, Gally stopped his movements, so their hands simply hung by their sides, still interlocked.

Y/n knew why he did this, and she didn’t mind. It’s not like Gally would do a 180 and be a slinthead to her in front of the guys. He just preferred a bit more private love life, and he still felt the need to prove his toughness.

During lunch, he listened to her story about a funny encounter she had heard between Zart and Newt in the gardens, and she listened to him complain about the Greenie he was put in charge of for the day. But sadly, since all good things must come to an end, lunch was soon over, and they had to part.

They were the last to leave, Gally wanting to wait until they were alone before he attacked Y/n with affection as some sort of parting gift before they had to go back to work. There were some kisses here, some sweet nothings there, and then they were both on their separate ways.

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Y/n couldn’t find Gally when she was done with work. She thought that he’d be waiting for her so they could walk to dinner together. Or maybe he was already there with an extra plate for her. But he wasn’t. When getting her food, she asked Ben if he had seen the keeper.

“Yeah, he went into the Homestead. Thought he’d be out by now.” He shrugged before moving to sit with his friends at one of the picnic tables.

Y/n quickly ate her dinner and headed to the Homestead. She was hoping that either Gally was still there, doing whatever he was doing, or that he was looking for her, and they’d meet somewhere in the middle.

“Gally?” She called into the empty building, closing the door behind her. She strained her ears for a response but didn’t get one. So she moved up the stairs, repeating his name.

“In here.” She heard a mumble to her right as she walked down the hall. Of course, she thought while opening the door. He was in their shared room.

He was lying on the bed (that he had built when they decided to share a room) on his stomach. He slowly opened one eye, most of his face being smushed into the pillow. Y/n thought that he still looked pretty despite being a bit sweaty from working in the sun and half asleep.

“Hey.” He muttered, gesturing with his hand for her to come over. She slipped her shoes off and lay on the bed next to him. Gally put his arm around her to pull her closer.

“Had to ask Ben where you were. I thought you were coming to dinner.”

“Sorry.” Gally sighed. “Was so tired. Just wanted a nap, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Why?” Y/n asked concernedly, bringing a hand up to rub Gally’s side.

“You weren’t here. Knew I was missing something.” Gally shifted, so he was on his side, still facing her, wrapping his other arm around her. “But now you’re here.”

“Yeah, I am.” Y/n’s hand moved up to gently trace the features on Gally’s face. “Still wanna go to sleep?”

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Fall Into Me - Chapter Five: My Whole World Came Alive

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 2.9k

Chapter Warnings: Mature, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Two idiots falling and pining for each other, and finally some progress. Tommy keeps it real. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad. Emily is modeled after my sister and JB is based on my dad, who used to try setting me up with his younger work buddies when I was in my 20s :)

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Sitting in Phil’s Icehouse with juicy burgers and drinks – you insisted Joel try a mimosa – conversation flowed between the two of you. Joel found his lips twitching into a smile at nearly every word that came out of your mouth. He was fascinated with the stories you shared of your college years, and he listened, completely enraptured, to your plans for the future. Every bit of your lunch together felt like a date. He wondered if you felt the same, yet he couldn’t find the courage to ask outright.

“Yeah, so, I have a meeting at Sarah’s school this week for a possible position. Remember that interview I mentioned a few weeks back? It went really well and now they want me to meet with the teacher who’s retiring and the principal,” you explained, sipping at your mimosa. “I’m pretty excited.”

Joel’s eyes lit up. He’d forgotten that you were looking at a position at Sarah’s school. “Wow, that’s great, darlin’. This would be for a science teacher position, right?”

“Yep. Middle grade science.” The beaming smile you flashed him nearly blinded Joel. “Wanna know the best part? If I get this job, I’ll have the same hours as Sarah, give or take a bit, so I can continue with the school drop-off and pickup for you. She might have to stay later with me somedays, but it’ll still work.”

Nodding, Joel’s mind was flashing lightyears forward, picturing you calling his house home and taking Sarah to school with you, coming home to have dinner together, watching TV in the evenings. Heart thudding in his chest at just the thought of you living together, Joel shook himself. He had to slow his mind down, put the brakes on those kinds of thoughts until after you were actually dating him, at least.

“You could be Sarah’s science teacher in a few years, huh?” Joel asked, focusing once again on listening to you instead of drifting off into daydreams.

“Could be, yeah,” you laughed. “I imagine she’d be my favorite student.”

He beamed at that. Conversation shifted to other things and soon your meals were finished.

“We should do this again,” you said, glassy eyes meeting his across the table, lips curved in a gentle smile. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, Joel.”

Fighting the urge to grab your hand and entangle your fingers, Joel smiled back. “Yeah, me too.” He wanted to kick himself for not saying more, for not asking you out for a real date. He just couldn’t find his words.

How was it that you made him so nervous?

Joel spent the next week in some kind of weird liminal space between a dream and reality, between agonizing confusion and utter happiness. Lunch with you on Sunday felt like a date – he asked you with the intention of it being a date, even if you didn’t know that yet. He spent the week thinking about that lunch, how you teased each other, laughed, shared stories of your past. How your gazes locked for longer than necessary, touches lingered, the smiles never fell from your faces.

It was wonderful, yet nothing was said of what it all meant – which was his fault, probably. Hence the roller coaster of feelings throughout the week.

He could tell you felt it, too. Doing as Tommy suggested, he started paying close attention to how you acted around him, how you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. It was all starting to come together. He could finally see what Tommy was talking about.

You liked him. You really liked him, Joel Miller, overworked single father.

It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that someone liked him. It’d been way too long since he felt that way, that spark of hope for something more.

For the first time in a long time, he slept well the night before and woke early, eager to face the day and see you before heading off to work. He was already out front, filling a birdfeeder Sarah asked for, when you arrived.

“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he greeted, pulling the car door open for you once you parked in the driveway. His heart skipped a beat at the way you smiled up at him, taking his hand to help you out of the car. Your touch electric on his roughened palm.

“Hiya, Joel.” Your voice washed over him, warm as honey and twice as sweet. “Whatcha doing out here?’

Gesturing to the red barn-style feeder Sarah picked, he finished filling it with the wild bird seed the clerk insisted birds loved. “Just fillin’ our new birdfeeder.”

“Oh, what a cute feeder!” You admired the intricate features as it hung from the post Joel installed. “Sarah has been talking nonstop about birds this week. Hopefully we’ll see some good ones.”

“Hope so,” Joel hummed in return. “Don’t know much about birds personally, but I’m sure Sarah’ll teach me.” Your smile brightened at his sheepish grin.

“I have a bird guide I could give her to help identify all the different types that visit the feeder.” Your face lit up with excitement. “I even have binoculars from when I took an ornithology class in undergrad. I’ll bring them when I pick up Sarah this afternoon.”

“Orna what now?” Joel questioned. He had no idea what kind of class you were talking about, but he loved how smart you were.

“Ornithology,” you repeated, drawing out each syllable with a soft giggle. “It’s the study of birds. It was a really cool class. We had field trips around campus once a week to go bird watching. I got pretty good at naming the different species that we saw, but it’s been a while.”

In awe of you, Joel’s eyes crinkled with the strength of his grin. “Would you, uh, maybe want to go on an adventure with us tomorrow?” he asked, stumbling a bit over his words, a nervous energy welling up in his gut as he once again sort of asked you out. “We could go for a hike in the county park, and you could teach us about birds.”

You gazed at him, lips pursed in thought, for long enough that Joel began to fidget, brimming with recurring doubt. Did he misinterpret the signs after all? He wouldn’t be surprised. He wasn’t any good at this stuff anymore. You responded before he could spiral back into the land of self-doubt. “That sounds great, Joel. I’d love to.”

A visceral relief washed through him. “It’s a date then,” he said, his voice deep and rough while his dark chocolate eyes locked with yours. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as your eyebrows rose in surprise. Too quickly, doubt clouded your pretty eyes, and you laughed it off like he was teasing you. Joel sighed. He would be more direct next time. He’d get the hang of asking a woman on a date again someday. Hopefully.

“We’ll have to go early, is that okay? Birds are more active in the early morning hours,” you explained, heading for the door to find Sarah.

“That’s fine. We’ll make a day of it, grab lunch somewhere when we’re done.” Joel followed you into the house, already plotting out conversations in his head on how to properly ask you on a date.

The rest of the day went by in a blur for Joel and before he knew it, the job was finished, and it was only mid-afternoon when he arrived home. You pulled into the driveway with Sarah shortly after him and he came down from taking a shower to find the pair of you on the living room floor playing a racing video game.

“Hi Daddy!” Sarah exclaimed as he kissed the top of her head and took a seat on the couch. It didn’t take long before Sarah asked him to play as well and the three of you were taking turns racing against each other, laughing when one of you crashed.

There were moments, when your gaze would connect with Joel’s and he’d swear you shared the same thought – this was how it could be if you were together, a family.

“Do you want to stay for pizza? Tommy and your dad are coming over,” Joel asked when Sarah’s attention focused elsewhere.

“We have an early morning ahead of us, Miller. Don’t be up late partying with the guys,” you replied with a smile that reached your twinkling eyes. “I’ll stay for a bit, but then I need to go dig out the old binoculars and get my beauty sleep.”

“You’re already beautiful,” he murmured, watching your eyes widen as you smile demurely.

“You say the sweetest things, Joel.” Your voice held a teasing tone that drove Joel nuts. How was he ever going to convince you that he was serious?

Shortly thereafter, Tommy arrived, pizza and beer in hand. “Come on, Millers! I come bearing gifts. JB here yet?”

“I’m right here, ya troglodyte,” your dad called from the front yard, stepping up the porch steps as Tommy whirled around.

“What the hell did you just call me?”

“A troglodyte. Learned it from Spud and thought it fitting since you don’t close doors behind you.” He winked at you as he teased the younger Miller brother. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he added, “Hey Spud, haven’t seen you in a bit. Must be working too hard. Miller! You workin’ my daughter too hard?”

Joel spluttered. He was too busy gazing at you to pay much attention to JB and feared he got busted. “I hardly think so,” he grumbled, fighting the blush he knew rose to his cheeks.

“Ah, in the same ol’ grumpy mood, I see. Maybe this’ll help.” Your dad placed a 12-pack of Joel’s favorite beer on the coffee table before taking a seat in the recliner he always chose at Joel’s place.

The five of you sat around the living room, eating pizza with beer for the men and sodas for you and Sarah. The conversation revolved mainly around construction work, and you ended up taking your leave before the sun dipped below the horizon. Your dad followed not long after, eager to relax in his own well-worn recliner.

“Alright, nugget. It’s time for bed. We have an early morning tomorrow,” Joel said, swinging the young girl over his shoulder much to her delight. “Say goodnight to Uncle Tommy.”

“G’night Uncle Tommy,” Sarah squealed as Joel tickled her sides.

“G’night nugget.”

Always a good kid, Sarah went right to bed after brushing her teeth, but not before pestering Joel about why they had to get up early on a Saturday. Pressing a loving kiss to her forehead, Joel tucked her in. “We’re going on a surprise adventure. Now, to sleep with you.”

Returning to the living room, Tommy handed him another beer as the brothers watched Sportscenter. “Have you made any progress yet?” Tommy asked.

Matching dark eyes met as Joel shrugged. He knew his brother was talking about you. “Some, I guess. Told ya I took her to lunch on Sunday and that felt a lot like a date. I asked her to go on a hike with me and Sarah tomorrow. I told her it was a date after she agreed, but she thought I was jokin’.” He paused, taking a long pull from the bottle of beer. “Then, this afternoon, I told her she was beautiful and again she thought I was teasing.”

Swirling the bottle of beer in his hand, Tommy shook his head and chuckled. “She’s givin’ you a run for your money, brother. Good on her.”

“Good on her,” Joel mocked, but his tone quickly turned to pleading. “I need more advice. Surely you got something up your sleeve for women like her.”

“Nah, brother. The only way to get someone like her is to be yourself and keep chipping away. It’s clear she has as much self-doubt as you do, so it’ll take her time to believe you’re for real.” Tommy eyed his brother a moment as he mulled over the situation. “Though, I will say this. You need to start bein’ direct – come right out and ask her on a date, for fuck’s sake. Enough hinting at shit. It’s clearly gettin’ you nowhere.”

You arrived on the Millers’ doorstep bright and early the next morning, two travel mugs of coffee and a container of chocolate milk in hand. A pair of binoculars and Sibley’s Guide to Birds were tucked away in the bag you wore over your shoulder.

“Wakey, wakey, Millers! The early bird gets the worm!”

Joel and Sarah were perched at the breakfast bar when you let yourself in, both looking half awake and less than enthusiastic about being up so early on a Saturday.

“Too damn cheerful for this early,” Joel grumbled half-heartedly. His pitiful smile looked more like a grimace, yet you found it adorable. It made you ache to run your fingers through his hair until you drew a real smile from his lips.

“Don’t gimme that. This was your idea, Joel Miller!” you sassed in return, patting his broad shoulders. “Let’s go!”

Herding cats, that was the perfect analogy to describe the next fifteen minutes as you tried to get the Millers moving and into Joel’s truck. Just when you’d get one heading for the door, the other would disappear. Finally, you managed to wrangle them both into the truck and you were well on your way to the preserve. The ride didn’t take long, Sarah peppering you with questions about birds she found in your guidebook as Joel drove. By the time Joel pulled into a parking spot at the entrance to the trails, everyone was wide awake and ready to hike.

The morning was crisp and refreshing as you zipped up your jacket and looked around. You’d never been to this preserve before and wanted to find a trail map, but the mini-Miller was too anxious to wait for that.

“I can hear the birds chirping already, Daddy! Come on!” Sarah exclaimed, charging toward the first trail excitedly.

Joel beamed as Sarah took off, turning to you before following her. “Ready?” He reached out a hand, palm up and fingers splayed, inviting you to grasp it.

Your eyes trailed from his outstretched hand to his heavy gaze, uncertain of what to make of the signals Joel gave off. The feelings you harbored for the man grew stronger each day, yet you couldn’t quite get a read on whether he shared even a fraction of those feelings. Somedays, you thought he did. Yet others, you figured he thought you had a crush on him and found amusing. Your heart sunk on those days, causing the doubt to linger every time he did something to make you think otherwise.

The moment carried on too long, you realized, as Joel’s warm eyes began to shutter, the tender smile starting to slip. Bolstering your nerves, you plunged ahead and grasped his large hand in yours, tangling your fingers with his thicker ones. His hand was warm, skin roughened from years of working with his hands, and it felt wonderful against your smoother skin.

Heat flashed up your chest and neck as Joel led you down the trail to catch up with Sarah. A broad smile never left your lips as you walked.

“I meant it, you know,” Joel’s deep, gruff voice rumbled from deep in his chest and you glanced up to meet his gaze. “What I said yesterday, about this being a date. If that’s something you’re interested in.”

Heart thumping wildly, your mouth opened and closed a few times before you found your words. “Are you sure? I mean, yes. Yes, I’m interested.” You winced at how flustered you sounded, tripping over your words. And, worse yet, why was your voice so squeaky?

“Never been surer in my life,” Joel confirmed, his gaze searing your skin as he watched you, taking in every minute change in expression. His hand squeezed yours gently, steadying the butterflies in your stomach.

“I would really like that,” you replied breathlessly, relieved to finally have confirmation that the moments between you and Joel weren’t all in your head. You were on Cloud 9 until reality smacked you in the face. “But what about my dad?”

Sarah popped around a copse of live oaks, startling you both from. “Come on, you slow pokes! The birdies aren’t gonna wait all day for us to find them!” Not trusting you both to follow her on your own, the little girl latched on to your hand and pulled you along the trail. “You need to help me find the birds,” Sarah reminded you.

Joel’s hand still clasped in yours, you dragged him behind you, grinning over your shoulder at him. “I’m liking this date already, Joel.”

He beamed back at you. The three of you walked in silence for a bit, listening to the sounds of nature around you. When you spotted a bird blind, you handed Sarah the binoculars and the guidebook, challenging her to identify as many birds as she could from that spot. Joel stood next to you, watching Sarah enjoy the activity.

“Let’s see where this goes first before we worry about your dad,” he murmured. “I’d like to take you on a few dates first, okay?”

It made sense and you nodded, pleased at the way things were working out. Your hand remained in Joel’s throughout the birding adventure and though Sarah never mentioned it, her smile grew wide at the sight.

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p.s. we should start building up to the good stuff in the next chapter.

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 187 & 188

Welcome to weeks 187 & 188

A/N: Another slow reading week due to me getting back into writing. I’m trying to finish up a Bucky series so thank you for understanding.

Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 25 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

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Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 2)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Your attraction to Marcus grows, but you can’t act on it at work, right?

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve decided to make this a series! Here is Part 1. I have no idea how FBI stuff works. Just know that they are on a case that involves art, don’t think too much about it. I have tagged some people who were interested after the last one. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged, or if you are tagged and want to be removed. Enjoy!

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Marcus was not kidding about being a cuddly sleeper.

That night, he had removed the pillows separating you and pulled you into his strong, warm body. He started kissing you tenderly, running his fingers through your hair. Gentle brushes of lips turned more insistent as he ran his hand down your back, over the swell of your ass, and down to your bare legs.

You think he might be a leg man.

He hiked your knee up on his hip and gripped handfuls of your thigh. His fingers barely skimmed the edges of your underwear, driving you crazy with want. He slid his hand down to your ankle, encircling it with his long fingers, before travelling back up, caressing every inch of your skin and gripping your hip. His fingers pressing indents into your flesh.

You had dug your hands into his hair, the idea of messing up his usually perfectly styled locks spurring you on. You explored his muscular shoulders and back with your hands and his plush lips with your mouth. His skin was hot and smooth beneath your palms.

You wanted him to grab your ass or slide his palm under your shirt, but he didn’t. Such a gentleman. It only made you want him more.

When you moved to feel the hard length of him between you, he had grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Not tonight,” he panted against you. “I won’t be able to stop.”

You had reluctantly agreed.

The kisses were slower after that, sweeter. Eventually you turned in his arms and he pulled your back into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you. You tucked perfectly into his broad chest. He kissed your neck and whispered, “Goodnight,” into your hair.

You let the warmth of his body sink into your back and lull you to sleep.

He didn’t let go of you all night.

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That was five days ago.

The first week on a new case is intense – meeting after meeting getting the team on the same page, piles of paperwork, and hours of video surveillance footage. You missed half of Monday just trying to get to California, so have been working late in the evenings to make up time. You collapse into bed each night exhausted. You and Marcus have barely had a chance to talk outside of work.

The stress of being back in Sacramento has been an added burden for Marcus. You notice him get a distant look in his eye and a tick in his jaw sometimes. Midweek, he disappeared from your shared work area looking tense. He returned a while later, much more at ease. You don’t pry, but you have a feeling he went looking for closure and found it.

You are confident that what happened in the hotel room wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. You can tell he still wants you by the heated glances he throws your way and how he nudges his knee against yours under the conference room table where no one can see.

You’ve done your share of surreptitious flirting as well. Brushing up against him in the breakroom. Bending over his desk to look at something on his computer monitor. You may have chosen to wear skirts to work this week and pretended not to notice when Marcus’s eyes lingered on your legs. You almost feel bad for teasing him, but you might be more worked up than he is.

You are going to burst if you don’t get him alone soon.

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Even Cary Grant Wanted to be Cary Grant

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 3)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: One bed, but on purpose this time

Word count: 1.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: It’s about time! Amirite? I am so thankful for your comments and reblogs! I hope you enjoy another installment these adorable dorks. I have tagged some people who enjoyed the previous parts. I hope that’s ok! Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

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The crisp evening air greets you as you step out onto the sidewalk. It’s a welcome relief after the close heat of the video booth. You and Marcus had managed to separate yourselves and focus long enough to review the footage you wanted to get through that afternoon, but only because of that one word promise you had made to each other – later.

“Can I buy you dinner?” Marcus asks, stepping close to you.

“Sure, where should we go?” you smile, looking up at him.

Marcus opens his mouth then closes it. He glances up and down the street looking uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, I—uh, I would normally take you to my favorite diner for pancakes, breakfast for dinner is kind of my thing, but I have some umm—unpleasant memories associated with that place now.” He drags a hand down his face.

Damn that woman. Her loss.

“I heard some of the local agents talking about a new place a few blocks down. How about we go there?” You slide your hand into his, linking your fingers together.

Marcus sighs with relief. “New sounds good.”

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“It can’t be done.”

“Try anyway.”

“But it’s impossible!”

“Stop whining and choose.”

Marcus lets out an aggrieved sigh. “Fine. If I had to choose my favorite Cary Grant movie… I guess I would say Charade.”

“Do you just have a thing for Audrey Hepburn?” you tease.

“The thing I may or may not have for Audrey Hepburn is unimportant.” He smiles into his drink.

“I can’t argue with Charade. It’s excellent. So suspenseful. But what about North by Northwest?”

“See! This is why you shouldn’t have made me choose!” Marcus throws his hands up in exasperation and leans towards you across the table. “North by Northwest is a perfect movie. Is it your favorite?”

“Oh, I could never pick a favorite, that’s impossible,” you reply, widening your eyes innocently.

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Zero (Marcus Pike drabble)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Marcus shares the results of his vasectomy

Word count: 225

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink? Whatever the opposite of breeding kink is lol

A/N: This is just a bit of fun, hardly worth a tag, but I’m doing it anyway. Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Zero?” you ask, unsure.

“Zero.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. The doctor gave me the all-clear.”

“So there’s no chance I’ll get pregnant?”

“That’s right, no chance.”

A shiver runs up your spine. Marcus continues his trek up your body, placing lingering kisses on your ribs and chest. His thick cock nudges against your leg.

“No more pill?” you ask, trying to wrap your mind around this reality.

“No more pill.”

“No condoms?”

“No condoms. Thank God,” he mumbles against your skin.

His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck. You’re done. Your family is complete. You love your children, asleep in the next room, and wanted them so much, but pregnancy and the aftermath was fucking difficult. You were slowly coming out of the exhausted haze you’d been living in the last 4 years. There was light at the end of the tunnel and there was no way you were going back in.

Wetness pools between your legs as your husband whispers the promises of his vasectomy into your skin.

He reaches your lips and you welcome him with a moan. He teases you with his tongue while he guides the tip of his cock through your wet folds. He notches himself at your entrance and pulls back to look deep into your eyes.

“Ready to not make a baby?” he asks, eyes twinkling.

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Taglist: @lovesbiggerthanpride @kirsteng42 @pedrohoe04 @mswarriorbabe80 @greeneyedblondie44 @pagannightwitch @whataperfectwasteoftime @just-here-for-the-moment

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Dangerous When Wet

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 4)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: You and Marcus watch a movie

Word count: 1.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: unprotected PIV (established relationship)

A/N: It’s the name of a movie you guys, get your minds out of the gutter 😇 Esther Williams movies hold a very dear place in my heart. My favorite, in case you were wondering, is Bathing Beauty. This installment marks the end of this little series, for now at least. I hope you’ve enjoyed it! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! PS- If someone could edit Teresa out of this gif, I would be forever grateful ❤️ UPDATE!! Thank you @nicolethered for the new gifs!! I couldn’t pick just one!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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My #1 post of 2022

And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 1)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: There was only one bed

Word count: 1.5k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: none

A/N: Remember when I said I only wrote original characters? Ha! Silly me, when am I going to learn to stop putting myself in boxes? This idea popped in my head last night and wouldn’t go away. I have only watched Pedro’s scenes from The Mentalist, so I apologize for inaccuracies. I hesitate to even try to add my voice to the many, many incredible writers on here with their varied and wonderful takes on Marcus Pike. I love them all. But I’ve decided to lean into the more-is-more mentality of the fandom and just go for it. I’m tagging some people I think might enjoy this, I hope that’s ok! Thank you so much for reading! Be gentle!

Update: I decided to make this a series! This is Part 1. Here is Part 2!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Great. Just great. Not only were you forced to share a room at this crappy airport hotel, there is only one bed. One fucking bed.

You move farther inside the room and drop your carry-on luggage on the dresser with a groan.

You hear Marcus swear under his breath behind you as he realizes the extent of the predicament you were in.

You and Marcus didn’t usually work together. Definitely not alone together. He arrived at the DC office 3 months ago and had quickly gained a reputation among your co-workers for being friendly and kind, in addition to being devastatingly handsome. But not to you. To you he was cold and distant. You were never on the receiving end of one of his megawatt smiles. Not that you cared. You definitely didn’t.

The two of you being assigned to this case was a weird fluke – your respective partners out of commission for different reasons. You were headed to investigate a theft in Sacramento, CA. Rumor had it, Marcus had some connections there. You were fuzzy on the details.

You were supposed to catch a connecting flight out of O’Hare tonight, but icy conditions forced your flight from Dulles to reroute to Moline, Illinois. Wherever the hell that was. Of course your luggage was trapped on the plane.

You thank your lucky stars that you bought a t-shirt from a shop at the airport while Marcus arranged for the hotel and for the fact that you always kept a spare pair of underwear in your carry-on.

Marcus is still frowning at the bed.

“I suppose we could hang up a sheet, like in It Happened One Night,” you offer.

His head snaps up in surprise, “You know that movie?” he asks.

“1934, Claudette Colbert, Clark Gable, possibly the best movie ever made? Of course I know that movie,” you reply, annoyed.

“Right, of course, sorry,” he stammers. “Well, I don’t know about hanging a sheet, but how about a wall of pillows? Our own wall of Jericho?” he suggests with a shrug. You definitely don’t notice how his suit jacket stretches across his shoulders.

“Works for me,” you reply, voice tight. You grab the toiletry kit generously supplied by the hotel front desk, your newly acquired John Deere t-shirt, and head for the bathroom.

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Marcus stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, fists clenched against the countertop. This is bad. So bad.

One hotel room. One fucking bed.

He had begged at the airport for them to find him another room. He had failed. And now he had to somehow get through the night – beside you. You and your plush lips. You and your soft curves.

He had been drawn to you instantly the first time he met you. It had been a month after his move to DC. You had been on assignment when he first arrived, so missed those first few weeks post-Teresa.

You were so smart and witty. Your smile lit up the room. Your laugh haunted his dreams. Also, you were fucking gorgeous. He felt himself falling. He had to put a stop to it.

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turtletaubwrites · 8 months

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TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

requests are closed but asks are always open! feel free to pick an emoji signature for anon asks, & let me know what you pick! here's my anon's so far: |⭐|💌|🍊|💗|

Hi, you can call me Lynna! I hope you enjoy my lil words! 🥰🥰 Currently writing for One Piece. All of my fics are Fem!Reader and NSFW unless listed otherwise.

THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY BLOG. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WIP Updates: Current WIPS: Currently on a WRITING SPREE for NUMBERS GAME Upcoming WIPS: Sanji Request, We've All Got Needs 28, Misty Eyes 6, Wrong Side of the Bars 2, a few WAGN extra scenes, and 4 requests that came in while they were closed) Announcements: Requests will remain closed until I complete the next batch of Numbers Game, as well as the requests on my list. I'm sorry for the delay, I keep turning them into multi-chaptered fics! If you've submitted a request, please know that it is on my list, and I've already started outlining! Notes: I have a queue that reblogs super cool shit once a day. I never tagged it because I'm on here everyday. I use the queue for my ADHD, otherwise I wouldn't reblog anything for two weeks, and then I'd spam the shit out of your feed, lol.

Recent Works: Numbers Game ~ Ch. 34 ~ Can You Pretend? ~ Cross Guild Polycule x Shanks x Fem!Reader x ??? Numbers Game ~ Extra Scene ~ Rabbit's Fur ~ Mihawk x Fem!Reader x Crocodile Misty Eyes ~ Part 5 ~ Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past) (DARK CONTENT) Such a Softie ~ Law x GN!Reader (SFW Drabble) Wrong Side of the Bars ~ Crocodile x Fem!Reader

One Shots & Requests ~ Masterlist ~ Here's all of my fics for various characters that you can read on their own including: Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law, Katakuri, Shanks, Crocodile, Zosan, Buggy, Luffy, Zoro x Nami, Zoro x Robin, Sanji x Robin, Zeff, and more on the way!

Misty Eyes ~ Masterlist ~ Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader, Doflamingo x Fem!Reader (Past & Flashbacks) ~ DARK CONTENT ~ Ongoing ~ You were the weakest member of the Donquixote Family, so Doflamingo found another way you could serve him. Until your childhood crush found you, freeing you from those chains. What will Law expect in return?

More series masterlists, fic rec masterlists, fic playlists, & my #tags below the cut 💜

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist ~ YANDERE!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader ~ (Completed) ~ DARK CONTENT ~ You have struggled with mystery pains and injuries for most of your life, and had resigned yourself to suffer after every doctor told you there was nothing wrong. But when a world renowned doctor/pirate comes to town to offer aid in exchange for supplies, you decide to give hope one more chance. Maybe you'll finally find a doctor you can trust.

Numbers Game ~ Masterlist ~ Ongoing poly fic series (Paused but returning soon!) ~ Cross Guild x Fem!Reader ~ You left your stable/boring life as an investment banker to have some adventure. Unfortunately, that sweet Warlord of the Sea didn't follow your financial advice, and now you and your clown are at the mercy of his biggest lender and his new business partner.

We've All Got Needs ~ Masterlist ~ Ongoing poly fic series ~ Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Robin, Sanji x Fem!Reader x Robin, (and a spinoff with Zoro x Sanji and Zoro x Fem!Reader x Sanji) ~ Enjoy the smutty shenanigans as you agree to be 'crewmates with benefits' with a certain surly swordsman. Things may get a little out of hand.

What You Need ~ Masterlist ~ Sanji x Fem!Reader (Completed) ~ You’ve been a member of the crew for a few weeks, and although you feel welcomed, you’ve been feeling a bit out of place. And your distracting crush on a certain ship’s cook isn’t helping matters. (Reader has a condition that makes intimacy difficult and sometimes painful, but Sanji is ready to prove how much he values your pleasure.)

Take Me With You ~ Masterlist ~ Buggy x Fem!Reader (Completed ~ May return after OPLA season 2) ~ Buggy takes a small town hostage and the reader asks to join him. You take this chance to leave this shithole of a town, one way or another. Buggy gives you the perfect opportunity to take some revenge before you do. What kind of life will you lead if you pass his violent audition and become one of Buggy's freaks? (Starts shortly before, and then follows the OPLA timeline.)

Fic Playlists: I just started making playlists for fics, and it's been so much fun 🥰✨ Here's what I've got so far! These are YouTube playlists, and you can play them on the regular YouTube app/site or on YouTube music. I have YouTube Red, and I refuse to be judged for my clearly superior music app 😅😅 (I live for shuffle and music videos, okay!)

Numbers Game ~ YouTube Music Playlist | YouTube Playlist Misty Eyes ~ Law x Reader ~ YouTube Music Playlist | YouTube Playlist Bend Until You Break ~ YouTube Music Playlist | YouTube Playlist More to come, and feel free to send me song recs, they make me so happy 🥰🎶

Tags I Use: #turtletaub fics ~ (all of my fics, including headcanons & drabbles) #turtletaub talks ~ (announcements, random thoughts, etc.) #turtletaub fic recs ~ (what I'm reading, and you should too!) #turtletaub reblogs ~ (fanart, other fandoms, etc. filter to only see my stuff) #turtletaub responds ~ (answered asks) #turtletaub screencaps ~ (feel free to use and enjoy the screencaps I take) #turtletaub self reblogs ~ (filter if you don't want reruns) #turtletaub shitposting ~ (me having the sillies) #about lynna ~ (for more personal topics, vent posts, or just about my life) #lynna's health updates ~ (any physical/mental health posts and updates) #✨final edit time✨ ~ (When I started editing the final draft before posting!!) Fic Series Tags (will be editing to make more personal soon) ~ | #numbers game | *Please feel free to filter any of the tags above that you wouldn't like to see.

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luthientinu · 2 years

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I posted 460 times in 2022

That's 153 more posts than 2021!

87 posts created (19%)

373 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thedragonemperess

@luthientinu

@royalhandmaidens

@ninazadzia

@acourtofsnakes

I tagged 220 of my posts in 2022

#scarletstrange - 52 posts

#marvel cinematic universe - 40 posts

#marvel - 39 posts

#luthientinuwrites - 38 posts

#mcu - 37 posts

#wanda maximoff - 35 posts

#stephen strange - 34 posts

#sri lanka - 31 posts

#scarlet witch - 26 posts

#stephen x wanda - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#me writing fics pretending i don't have a huge ass assignment on phonetics and phonology due this month

My Top Posts in 2022:

Safe in My Arms- Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Shuri

A little Namuri One Shot. It seems that no one is immune to Shuri x Namor :D

Shuri’s sharp senses alerted her of the faint pitter pattering of feet in the adjoining room. She gave a little sigh and snuggled in closer to her husband. Let them wake him up she thought and closed her eyes and waited for them.

It didn’t take them long. Shuri heard the slight giggling and the pattering of their little feet and smiled to herself. She looked at K'uk'ulkan who was still dead to the world. Shuri heard the door opening and two little figures rushed in and lept on to their bed straight onto their father.

“ Baba ! Baba ! Wake up!!”

K'uk'ulkan’s eyes snapped open and he let out a groan at the impact. Shuri let out a laugh seeing his face. He reached out to steady the two children and fell back onto the pillow and turned to face Shuri whose eyes were twinkling with mirth.

The twins, Prince Aphiwe and Princess Itzel were the pride and joy of their parents and both the Kingdoms. The perfect mix of their parents, the three-year-olds were loved by both the Talokanils and the Wakandans. Woe betide if someone ever tries to harm them.

“Your children are awake” K'uk'ulkan gave Shuri a pointed look, amusement shining in his eyes.

“Oh now it is my children eh? What happened to ‘our’ children? Besides before sunrise they are your children.” countered Shuri, accepting his kiss.

However much they would have loved to continue, they were quickly interrupted by a chorus of ewws and yucks. K'uk'ulkan laughed, drew back and faced the children.

“Why are you both up so early In amores ?”

“ Umama said we are going to see Chiich , Ix Nakia and T’Challa remember Baba ?” Itzel replied with all the seriousness a three-year-old can muster.

“It’s a little too early darling…we will leave in a few hours time.” Shuri sat up, pressed a quick kiss onto the children’s cheeks and scooped up Itzel into her arms, who let out a yawn which in turn made Aphiwe yawn and rub his eyes sleepily.

“See…we cannot visit Chiich, Ix Nakia and T’Challa if you feel sleepy now can we. Rest for a bit more my little Inkosana and Nkosazana.” Shuri replied affectionately, stroking their heads.

“Okay Umama ” came the sleepy replies, Aphiwe on the verge of drifting off in his father’s arms and Itzel was already asleep in her arms.

Shuri settled down once more and cuddled closer to K'uk'ulkan and drifted off once more, content to have her husband and children quite close to her.

Translations

Xhosa- Used Google Translate

Baba- Father

Umama- Mother

Inkosana- Prince

Nkosazana- Princess

Yucatec Maya- Used Microsoft Bing & Translate.com

In amores- My loves

Chiich- Grandmother

Ix- Auntie

Next- Surprise? - One Shot 2

Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Shuri Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Hope you liked it. I could not resist the siren call of Namuri...

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ScarletStrange- Stephen Strange x Wanda Maximoff

The title says it all!

Master Post for my ScarletStrange Fics

Read on Ao3 - One shot series

Read on Fanfiction.net

Submission post for ScarletStrange Week 2022

One Shots

ScarletStrange- One Shot 1

ScarletStrange- One Shot 2

ScarletStrange- One Shot 3

ScarletStrange- One Shot 4

ScarletStrange- One Shot 5

ScarletStrange- One Shot 6

ScarletStrange- One Shot 7**

ScarletStrange- One Shot 8

ScarletStrange- One Shot 9- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 1

ScarletStrange- One Shot 10- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 2

ScarletStrange- One Shot 11- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 3

ScarletStrange- One Shot 12- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 4

ScarletStrange- One Shot 13- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 5

ScarletStrange- One Shot 14- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 6

ScarletStrange- One Shot 15- Written for ScarletStrange Week 2022- Day 7

ScarletStrange- One Shot 16

**- Explicit/Mature (Minors DNI, 18+ only)

57 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

Marvel Studios/ Disney, Don’t be shy!! Just give us a ScarletStrange What if Episode.

59 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

Just watched Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. Head empty, no thoughts, just Namor x Shuri

127 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I can't be the only one who feels like there's countless more stories to be told about the Black Widows of the Red Room. I mean come on the Black Widow movie just increased my already ravenous curiosity about these amazing ladies. Their stories deserved to be told. Hawkeye provided us a glimpse of the widows but I need more than that.

God knows what these ladies went through. The trauma, the pain must be unbearable. Melina's story, Yelena's story, Ingrid's story, Antonia's story, Ana's story, Helen's story, Sonya's story, Lerato's story, Oksana's story and the stories of the other Widows deserved to be told.

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173 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

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