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bones-aa · 29 days

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Yan!Joe Goldberg one shot

Hi guys welcome back to my channel

i recently watched You, the hit netflix series and got inspired to write whatever the fuck this is. So I hope you enjoy ittttttt (i'm losing my mind :3) sorry that it isn't platonic/familial but i just needed to write something, and here it is :33

"Joe, what the fuck is happening."

Given the situation, you were pretty calm for the most part. You weren't hysterically crying, banging on the clear walls begging him to let you out. Unlike Beck or all the other victims he had in your position. Maybe you were different.

Joe. Joe fucking Goldberg. You knew there was something off about him, since he moved into the apartment next to you. You were internally panicking, any sane person could see this hurtling at them from a mile away.

You were glaring daggers at the man as he walked around, his demeanor was one of pity. Pity. That was laughable. You wanted to fucking murder him, how dare he act like that when he was the one caging you.

"Joe you fucking creep!" Alright there it is, the first step when it came to people who were kidnapped. Panic.

He saw as you went up against the clear wall and start banging on it, you were scared. Terrified even, but you shouldn't be because he was doing this to protect you.

"Please-" You took a breath to calm yourself, you could feel yourself about to break down but you didn't want to seem weak. But your trembling lips, your shaky breath were an obvious giveaway.

"Please Joe, I swear I won't tell anyone." You shook your head, tearing up. "I-I don't know what I did and I'm sorry-"

"No- no, no, no you're not in trouble, I would never hurt you."

"Then let me go, Joe please!" You plead, your throat is raw from crying and yelling. This brought back memories from when Beck was in the same position as you were, the same hysteria and the same panic.

The tears, the screaming. It was all the same. You were gonna calm down. Hopefully you won't try and do what Beck did. His feeble attempts of trying to calm you down from outside of the cage he had placed you in did little to nothing.

"I'm sorry, Y/n I-I just did what I thought was right."

"This. This isn't- Right Joe please, please." You slid down and sat on the ground. This was a new low. Joe looked at you as you cried, plead with him to let you out. He crouched down as well, watching as you start to break down.

"You were suffering. I saved you, can't you see? I am keeping you safe, you don't have to worry about anything anymore."

"I never needed saving! I was fine- fuck..." You turned around, leaning your back against the wall. Looking up at the ceiling, you regretted ever bumping into this man.

It was a play by play of Beck. Your claims of not needing a saviour was synonymous to hers, but another similarity you had with her was that you did need his help. After observing you and how you lived you were practically begging for his help.

Your suffering hurt him as well. You needed his help and he was happy to provide it. But you caught on after a while. You started to seperate yourself from him, you avoided him

Avoid him? How could you? After all he's done for you? The people he has murdered to save you, to make you happier. It couldn't happen. There was no way he could just let you go, No. He needed you to stay alive.

He needed you.

this show grabbed me by the neck and pulled me from the depths of my writing slump, ik all of my content is surrounded around anime content but I hope yall could entertain something like this

also, one of the only romantic content that I have ever written (well, romantic-ish) so yay, we're evolving.

I won't stop writing platonic content but it's just getting harder to do so, not sure why don't ask im tweaking.

#yandere #technically joe is a yandere already #i'm just writing a oneshot of him ig #dark fic #joe goldberg #joe goldberg x reader #oneshot

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leanteam43 · 4 months

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I have a criminal minds request! Spencer x Female Reader, where she has a very big crush on him but they coworkers and everyone else knows it but him. She is so scared to admit to him because they are friends and coworkers. But she tries to drop hints and be flirty, but he is too oblivious to know she like him And one day she is just like "I love you, you smart idiot!"

Hot Fudge Pop-Tarts and a Box of Runts

(Spencer Reid One-Shot)

summary : head-over-heels!reader x oblivious!spencer

pronouns : she/her | female!reader

warnings : SLOW BURN LIKE DANG GIRL SPEED IT UPPPP, crappy vending machine facts i googled, mild swearing, reader technically not getting proper nutrients but nothing serious at all, also not proof-read so cope </3

a/n's : i girlbossed gutair is making me a crochet derek morggan - 🌿 | HAPPY VALENTINES DAY (pretend this came out for valentines day - 🌿) - 🎸 | mowmowmowmowmow - 🐇

It was no secret, like...seriously. No secret.

It was bad enough the whole team knew, but once the entire office started catching on...(Y/N) could barely enter the same room as Reid before someone made a teasing comment.

Yet somehow, someway, Spencer Reid still had zero clue that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had the biggest crush on him.

It really did start out as just an innocent crush. The way Spencer constantly seemed to gravitate towards (Y/N)'s cubicle, the way he always seemed to agree with (Y/N)'s profiles or the way Hotch constantly paired the two up when working a case.

So if you really thought about it, it was technically all Hotch's fault.

He had to have known that (Y/N)'s already budding affection for the Spencer would turn into something other than platonic.

It wasn't unjustified of (Y/N) to have a crush, I mean how could someone not have a crush on the infamous Dr. Spencer Reid?

From his charming smile, to that stupidly adorable satchel he carried around...(Y/N) honestly should've quit the first day she saw him if she wanted any chance of making it out alive.

And yet, no matter how many times he walked up to her desk to ask her opinion on a case. The crush only grew stronger.

The team certainly didn't help either.

"He never asks for my opinion on cases." Derek teased, leaning over (Y/N)'s cubicle wall. A cup of joe grasped tightly in his hand.

Before (Y/N) could answer, Emily chimed in. "Me neither!"

Both Derek and Emily looked towards Garcia who was on her way back to her 'BatCave' after dropping some files off on Hotch's desk.

"Nope!" She replied, already knowing the question that was soon to be flung at her.

Well that certainly had to mean something. (Y/N) couldn't help but feel heat rise to her cheeks as she realized just how often Spencer came clambering over to her desk asking about cases and reports.

Derek laughed, patting (Y/N) on the shoulder before returning to the report he'd been dragging his feet on all day.

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Later that day, as (Y/N)'s workload was down to a few pieces of paperwork and a handful of emails. She found herself waltzing over to Spencer's desk, leaning against the cubicle in an attempt to seem relaxed.

It took a few moments for Reid to realize she was there, but when he did his big brown eyes trailed upwards like a puppy looking to it's owner.

He smiled, opening his mouth to talk but she cut him off beforehand. "Have you had lunch?" She asked boldly, mentally she was screaming at herself because of course Spencer had lunch. The man ran on a schedule.

A schedule she knew like the back of her hand.

"Oh! Yeah! I had leftover pad-thai." He smiles, his pen tapping against the desk rhythmically. (Y/N) let out a small "ohh..", trailing off into thought.

Spencer smiled at her, "...Did you need help on a case?" He asked, "No!" She shouted, before clearing her throat.

"No. I um- I wanted to see...if..." (Y/N) took a deep breath before biting the bullet. She was going to do this because she wanted too, because she wanted to spend time with Spencer. Alone.

"I wanted to see if you would be interested in accompanying me to the vending machine." She said, immediately regretting it when Spencer's brows furrowed and his head tilted.

"It's just down the hall?" He questioned, giving (Y/N) a puzzled look. "I don't like the snacks in that one." (Y/N) lied, she actually only liked the snacks in that one.

That totally wasn't the reason she originally wanted to be in the BAU though.

Spencer thought for a moment before he stood up, grabbing his water bottle on the way before waiting for (Y/N) to lead the way.

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"Y'know, Derek's jealous." (Y/N) joked as they waited for the elevator to meet the bottom floor. "Jealous? Jealous of who?" He asked, his voice hitching like it always did when he asked a question.

"Of me" (Y/N) mumbled, trying to hide her smirk. "...because you don't ask him for help with cases...only me." (Y/N) added, the context causing Reid to laugh softly.

"Seriously? I thought Derek had a much stronger ego than that." He joked, (Y/N) wrinkled their nose up in laughter as the duo stepped out into the lobby of the building. Now in pursuit of the vending machines.

"I like how you format your reports." Reid commented as they turned a corner, in all honesty (Y/N) had zero clue where she was headed but as long as she pretended to be know where she was going, which she was scarily good at, Spencer would follow along.

"Really? Hotch said Strauss complained about them the first few times." (Y/N) remarked, a sense of pride spreading over her chest. Spencer liked the way she wrote her reports.

"It's easy to follow, but still detailed." He complimented, (Y/N) felt their ears turning a light shade of red.

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After a lot of dead ends ( (Y/N) had words for the person who designed this building.), the duo had finally found the Lobby-Level vending machine.

"Y'know Florida holds the record for the most vending machines." Spencer noted as (Y/N) searched for what she wanted.

"Really?" She entertained. Unlike most of the team, (Y/N) never actually got tired of hearing Spencer's facts and statistics. In fact, she quite enjoyed them.

"Yeah! Texas and California being close runner-ups." He smiled, excited she'd taken interest in the fact he had spewed. "Don't mess with Texas." (Y/N) joked as she dialed in the correct numbers for the treats she wanted.

"That's all your eating for lunch?" Spencer asked, eyebrow raised. "It's not like we're traveling today, I don't need lots." (Y/N) shrugged. "But that's it? Just hot fudge Pop-Tarts and a box of Runts??" Spencer questioned.

"I'll be fine, you worry too much." (Y/N) laughed, picking up their treats and tucking them into her purse. Spencer rolled his eyes as he moved his hair away from his face.

As the two made their way back upstairs, (Y/N) couldn't help but stand a bit closer to Spencer. Even if there was nobody else there.

"Y'know Reid, your the only one I consult on cases too." (Y/N) shared, nervously biting the inside of her cheek as Spencer took a moment to reply.

"I know." Spencer replied, a smile evident in his tone. "Of course you know." (Y/N) teased, stepping out of the elevator.

Spencer laughed, beginning to make his way back over to his desk.

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A few weeks had passed and Spencer hadn't missed a single trip down to the lobby vending machine.

"Y'know, you don't have to come with me." (Y/N) said, feeling bad she'd dragged Spencer away from his paperwork at least once a day.

"I know, but what if the vending machine like...falls on you?" Spencer joked, though the worry had popped up a few times in his mind. "In what world would that ever happen??" (Y/N) asked as she waited for her box of Runts to fall from the spiral.

"37 deaths happened just in the years 1978-1995." Spencer spewed, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes. "Well, if that happens to me I promise you can sue to FBI and keep the money." She joked, picking up the boxed candy.

Spencer wrinkled his nose, "I don't want money, I want my coworker." He said. (Y/N) felt their heart beat faster. "Really? You'd take me over winning a lawsuit and getting rich?" She asked, eyes meeting his as he leaned against the wall.

"(Y/N), if I wanted to be rich I'd play more poker." He joked, causing (Y/N) to stifle a laugh. "It's still sweet." She mumbled, causing a light pink blush to spread across Spencer's face.

Holy Shit. She'd done it.

After working for him for over three years, after tirelessly trying to flirt with the man. She'd gotten Dr. Spencer Reid to blush.

Spencer blinked a few times before taking a deep breath, "Uh- are you going to Rossi's after work?" He asked, obviously trying to switch the subject.

(Y/N) didn't answer. Still flabbergasted over the fact Spencer Reid blushed because of her.

Spencer waited a reply, switching between glancing over at her and up to check the how many floors until they reached theirs.

"...(Y/N)?" He asked, his tone turning to one of concern.

Maybe it was the fact that (Y/N) had been surviving off of vending machine food for lunch everyday just to spend time with Spencer.

Or maybe it was the fact she'd waited 3+ years to get a blush out of Spencer.

Either way it didn't matter, because (Y/N)'s mouth started speaking before she could determine if what she was saying was a good idea.

"I like you." She said, there was no taking it back now. Not even the butterflies that instantly appeared in her stomach could take away what she'd just said.

Spencer's brow furrowed.

"Three. Years." She breathed. "I have liked you for over three years, Spencer." She said, her voice more confident now.

"(Y/N)-" Spencer's eyes glanced at the electronical sign that told him what floor they were on just for a moment before snapping back to her eyes.

"Over three years, I have...flirted with you, bought you gifts, I learned how to play chess." (Y/N) listed off on her fingers, the butterflies in her stomach turning to wasps.

"You love chess?" He said, tilting his head in confusion.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT?" (Y/N) yelled, "I hate chess. It's the most boring board game there is. My favorite board game is CANDYLAND." (Y/N) continued.

"I have put my love life on pause for over three years." (Y/N)'s voiced filled the elevator.

"For, you." She continued.

Her voice was so powerful, so full of frustration and desire that neither of the Agents heard the elevator 'Ding!' nor the door open.

"Spencer Reid you are the smartest idiot I have ever met." She finished, taking a deep breath.

The silence that followed was so thick, it couldn't have been cut with a butter knife.

"...I like you too, (Y/N)." Spencer muttered out, a deep shade of red overtaking his face.

Cheers.

Spencer and (Y/N) whipped their head towards the elevator doors, finally realizing that they'd opened.

There Derek and Garcia stood, cheering. Derek's arm in the way of the doors closing as Garcia excitedly bounced up in down spewing out excited nonsense. "Finally! Finally!" She cheered, her hair bouncing excitedly.

(Y/N)'s face turned hot with embarrassment as she looked between all three of her colleagues. Spencer's face was still red, but it was unclear for what reason.

(Y/N) pushed past both Garcia and Derek. Making a beeline for her desk, grabbing her car keys and rushing to the stairwell because the elevators were still too crowded.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" Spencer called after her, his lanky legs struggling to keep up. Reid didn't think he'd ever seen her run this fast in the field.

(Y/N), of course did not wait.

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After both Garcia and Emily confirmed that (Y/N) hadn't quit her job out of pure embarrassment, all that was left to do is wait.

Hotch informed Spencer that (Y/N) would be coming back to work after a week, she'd used a whole sick week just to avoid the embarrassment.

Well, a week was up and Spencer was pacing by his desk looking at both the clock on the wall and his watch as if that would make time go by any faster.

Thankfully, the bundle of flowers he picked up from the supermarket yesterday hadn't begun to wilt. The hot fudge Pop-Tarts and box of runts were waiting patiently for (Y/N) to walk out of the elevator any second.

Spencer, however, was not waiting as patiently. "Kid, if you walk in one more circle your gonna tear the carpet." Derek mumbled, not taking his eyes away from the paperwork.

"What if she took another week off? What if she really did quit-"

DING!

Spencer's eyes immediately met yours as soon as you stepped into the bullpen. Then, he watched as your eyes trailed down to the flowers and treats he'd displayed on your desk.

A sweet smile was shared between the two of you. Spencer took initiation (it was only fair, you'd only been leading the way for over three years) and walked over to you, ignoring Derek's whispered encouragement.

"Spence, this is so sweet but...I think if I eat one more Pop-Tart I'm gonna actually need a sick week." (Y/N) said, laughing quietly.

"I KNEW IT!" Spencer yelled, causing her laughs to grow louder.

"You really are the smartest idiot I know." She joked, causing Spencer to roll his eyes.

Spencer smiled, "I uh...there's this place I like to go for lunch if-"

"Oh my god, yes." (Y/N) breathed, excitedly holding onto Spencer's arm. Spencer laughed, nodding.

"It's a date."

#criminal minds fluff #criminal minds preferences #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds headcannons #criminal minds drabbles #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid headcannons #dr spencer reid

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starrvsn · 4 months

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౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ PRETTY LIKE YOU !

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the ficitonal characters from the boys in the boat, reactions to you giving them flowers :)

STAR LEFT A MESSAGE! hi friends! i know i haven't posted in a while but i just recently watched the boys in the boat and i absolutely loved it! especially the cast, full of fine talented men- so here's a little something about them with more to come! if you have any requests or ideas about them please let me know!

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby mach, george hunt and chuck day (just some of the characters im partially attached to…)

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

after their first win of the season, you greet bobby with a bouquet of flowers themed after the school's colors— immediately giving him praise and compliments about their win today. you knew he had a rough past season with the last crew, now seeing him with a new crew he trusted, something he was so passionate about. you were excited for him!

when he asks where this all came from, you shrug the gesture off as if it was nothing. stating that the flowers just reminded you of him and just had to give them to him. a wide smile tugs on his lips as he accepts them, his hand caressing yours gently. he appreciated them more than you knew. pulling you close, he presses a kiss on the crown of your head. caring less about his damp uniform or the loud crowd around you, just you and him.

“thank you lovely, these are beautiful.”

DON HUME ⠆

he's absolutely speechless, it wasn't everyday a man would recieve flowers and don didn't think he would be one of them. his eyebrows jump to his hairline when he sees you at the entrance of the shell house with a bouquet of flowers in your hands. his breath hitches as he asks where you got them from and you reply kindly that they're for him, giving him a sweet smile which he returns. you wanted to congratulate him for making the team, it wasn't easy and all the effort he put in finally paid off. a faint blush falls on his cheeks as he takes them, a beautiful arrangement of daisy's and poppy's held by a piece of brown parchment. he takes your hand tugging you into a hug, squeezing you appreciatively. there weren’t enough words to describe how much he loved them,

"this bouquet might be just as pretty as you." now you blush, playfully slapping this arm as you continue to hold him close. he wanted to keep them alive for as long as he can and maybe get you a bouquet in return. later (few months) when he sneaks you into the dorms he see's the bouquet in a glass still thriving well, making your heart swell.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he's gotten several bouquets from several girls after winning gold in the olympics. he's received a many of gifts from different people but none of them felt as special as yours. when he saw you for the first time since their win in germany, you had planned to go out on a date to celebrate so when he comes to pick you up with his own bouquet in hand. imagine his surprise and delight when he sees you walk out of the building with your own bouquet in hand. he lets out a soft laugh in disbelief watching as you. a proud smile on your lips, almost skipping towards him.

"ever so original rantz?" you jokingly say, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. holding the flowers to him— they're almost identical to his except, he has your favorite flower in the bunch making your heart swell.

"i didn't know you were gonna get me flowers." he replies, ever so charming smile gracing his lips. you tell him you wanted to surprise him— a token of your appreciation for all that he's done, all the hard work he and all the other boys put in. he thanks you greatly, exchanging your bouquets. he presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips before interlocking hands and walking to your date destination.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

george didn't really take mind to trivial things of interest like that, what his favorite flower was but he made a great deal to what yours were and he never missed the chance to give you flowers when he could— after any occasion he would give them to you. if you passed your exam or got into a fight, he'd get flowers to make it up to you. he didn't really expect to get his own flowers, as it really wasn't a thing.

so one day when practice was particularly grueling and draining, the last thing your boyfriend had expected was seeing you; with a small bouquet of flowers in your hands waiting outside the crews dorm. you were speaking with roger, keeping you company. "who are those for?" george announces himself, now standing between the two of you. you chuckle bidding roger goodbye as he leaves, now alone with your boyfriend— a timid smile forming.

"pretty flowers for a pretty boy." you proclaimed, holding out the bouquet to him. he huffs a laugh taking them carefully, admiring them. he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek— caressing it gently.

"these a perfect darling, just like you."

CHUCK DAY ⠆

“a new admirer giving you flowers? giving me a run for my money?” chuck eyes the bouquet in your hands, noticing that there was none of your favorite flowers in them— what kind of admirer were they? you let out a soft giggle that sounds like music to his ears. he won't lie, a slight pang of jealousy hits him at the thought of another man giving you flowers but he'd ask you another day.

"no silly, they're for you." you reply, standing from the bench to give them to him. he lets out a small breath of relief, practically melting at the gesture. he takes a hand that was stuffed in his pocket to take the flowers from you, eyeing them carefully. you tell him that some of the flowers had meaning— like the red tulips and daisy's meaning love. his gaze softens as you continue to explain, a loving smile gracing his lips as he admires your face and the bouquet. lovingly, he plucks a flower from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear

"you're so sweet you know that." his hand running down your arm, grasping your hand gently rubbing your knuckles. you almost swoon— tilting your head in admiration "well you deserve the best, i hope you know." he knows, with you around it's hard to forget.

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undercoverpena · 9 months

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PEEPAW JOEL THOTS???!

oh gosh, this one makes me a touch nervous ⬇️

joel miller x f!reader warnings: smut, p in v, roof sex, injured!joel, sneaking around bill and franks, female and male receiving head.

🔥 think he has sex with you on the rooftop of some old building, maybe it used to be a library or a hotel, it’s not romantic but it becomes it, because he takes a second to appreciate how vast everything is, and you keep rutting your ass into him as you stare off. maybe the sun is peered out from the clouds, after you asked if they could stop a second, and he doesn’t want to but he relents, and then he sorta sees a speckle of what you do. the world from here almost looks normal, and then his hands come to your hips, halting you from backing into him, grunting an “enough.” and you shoot him a smirk over your shoulder, and fuck, like this, it’s photograph worthy. which is why he suspects he doesn’t actually stop you from moving your hips, just tells you to lean over the brick/railing, peeling your jeans down as he wets his hand with his spit as he slides it between your thighs, murmuring close to your ear that it's a "good view."

🔥 he's hurt his arm after coming into contact with another person/group, and you fuss, trying to clean it and he stops you, tells you it’s fine, "m'not even hurt". but he can see you're chewing your lip, fingers holding your chin, "I’d do it all again to keep you safe" and you just stare (because the two of you don't talk like this, it's all under the surface, displayed in actions rather than words). so you just crash your lips to his, his good hand pulling you onto his lap. mouth sliding down your neck as you undo his jeans, tells him if he’s not even hurt, he can make you feel good. and the man is nothing but determined, “you think I can't fuck you right when I’m hurt, huh?” him teasing you before telling you to climb on top, you sinking down on him, breath punched from your lungs as you take him to the root, "you can take it" talking you through it even if he’s the one hissing if he moves his arm. and your breath is all ragged as you get closer and closer, clothes still coated in some fuckers blood, his knuckles split, teeth gritted. and your eyes meet his as his hand grips your hip, both sharing a similar thought: i'd do anything to keep you fucking alive

🔥 you winding him up one day about how he looks miserable (more than normal), tiredness likely a factor, his bones weary, needing rest. so you offer to take him in your mouth after a shower back in some river. your fingers wrapping around his length, telling him to lie back, make a pillow from your jacket, asking if you can look after him, beads of water falling down his gruff, frowning face. “maybe my mouth can put a smile on your face.” and he shakes his head, “what y'mouth magical?” and you smirk, because he doesn't remember that time early on when he'd taken a pill and mixed it with booze that he'd said something similar. so she just sighs, “actually, someone did once tell me it’s life changing.” and he just licks his lips, nodding at you to go on.

🔥 I think when you make it to Jackson, the first night you're both alone is so different than back in the QZ, than the woods, than rooftops and everything in between. it’s the kind of sex that he’d have given you if the world hadn’t gone to shit and he’d met you in a bar. he takes his time, spends so long working you up, earning each moan you will give him before he can even consider burying himself in you. he's on his knees for you, even if his body protests, even if tomorrow his entire body will ache from how good tonight will be. but he knows it'll be worth it. even more as you coat his cock, desperate, needy, leaving fingerprint bruises on his skin that develop when he collapses beside you.

🔥 so, imagine staying over at bill & frank’s after enjoying some food, and a storm is rolling in, and Frank insists, but Bill hates it—insists on two separate rooms. but before you can sneak into Joel’s he sneaks into yours. hand over your mouth as you giggle, telling you that you’re gonna have to be real quiet. “not like you to break the rules, miller.” But then you teasing him about it not being gentlemanly trying to sneak into a lady’s room. “stopped being a gentlemen a while ago.” his fingers snaking inside your underwear. “c’mon baby you know how to be quiet. good enough when we’re surrounded by clickers. how’s this any different?” your panting, hand on his wrist as you pull it down to whisper, “you’re not usually doing this when we’re surrounded by clickers.” and the two of you are already on the floor, pillows and blankets surrounding them as he kisses down your body, sliding his mouth over your pussy as your hand darts into his curls. his fingers pinching your inner thigh when you make too much noise, sucks on the pulse point on your neck asa you catch your breath. begins leaving marks under the space underneath your breasts, a reminder of him there, that he's had you like this when he catches you stripping and changing, before he sinks into you. THE ABOVE ONE CONT: 👉👈 because i think I want to write this... the surroundings are so normal, he’s able to trick himself that this is like olden times. I think when you sit on his lap, he’d lift your hand from his chest at one point, kiss your knuckles—all tender, soft. before he places your hand back and rests his hands on your hips, aiding her. and I think they’d remain on the floor for a while after. him just stroking your cheek, you just lay on his chest, the storm still heavy. both lost in some make believe land that this is their house, and that maybe it’s just a night where they can’t sleep, rather than it being a night where they just feel safe (whatever that even means) and there’s so much hanging in the air, so many words they never speak, but they're safe, and together, and for both of them that's all that matters.

i cannot believe i have thotted so much in the last 24 hours.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #jo: thots

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bloodstainedsaint · 6 months

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Hey, I'm not sure if you take requests, but if you do, I have an idea:) Could you write something about a young woman who was in the Air Force disguised as a man and her plane was hit by the Germans while under attack, forcing her to jump out, leaving her stranded with her plane down and easy company witnessed the whole thing and tries to look for the pilot?

maybe with some romance or whatever with my mans lieb or doc roe if that’s possible hihi

when worlds collide (joseph liebgott x air force! reader)

word count: 1000+

warnings: blood & injury, but nothing really graphic

notes: sorry for the wait on this one 😭 i've been busy BUT i promise to be posting more during my break

You didn't remember much after your plane was hit by German flak while passing over some Dutch forest you couldn't recall the name of. What you could remember was everything rapidly blinking and on fire around you, dials going this way and that, your hands flying around the control board and trying desperately to pull up with the yoke as you cursed violently beneath your breath.

Following your fruitless struggle against gravity, you remembered preparing to parachute out of your plane and into the woods beneath you.

You were pretty sure you blacked out for a while after that.

The sight of a fighter plane nosediving into the ground and its booming resulting crash interrupted an otherwise uneventful five-man patrol through the woods.

“Jesus Christ! Did you see that?” Babe exclaimed, gawking up at where the plane had been in the sky mere seconds ago.

“Looks like it landed near us,” Pat observed.

Don looked wide-eyed. “It was one of ours. The pilot might need our help if he ejected in time!”

Lip shushed them. “There's AA guns nearby. Someone ought to go back and tell Battalion they’re positioned somewhere to our left near that dike we passed. Christenson, you go.”

As Pat nodded and left the way they came, Lip said, “We can't take too long looking for a pilot we don't know is alive or not." He checked his watch and sighed. "Alright, meet back here at 1700. Stay alert. Don't go too far on your own.”

The squad spread out in search of the hopefully-alive pilot. Joe walked with his rifle at the ready for about 20 minutes before stumbling upon large chunks of debris from the plane. Not far from that was a severed parachute, and then a blood trail.

He followed it until he noticed a pilot sitting on the ground next to some brush with his back turned to him, his clothes torn up enough to where large parts of skin littered with cuts were visible. Joe slowly approached, mindful not to scare him and wind up with a bullet in his head.

“Hey,” he called out. “Hey, buddy.”

The pilot turned around, and Joe noticed that “he” was not a he at all.

Your hand shot to the pistol on your belt, leveling it at him while vainly covering up your top half. You’d been trying to treat your wounds with the first-aid kit strapped to your waist; you'd gotten several steadily bleeding scratches from falling through trees and one or two broken ribs from your hasty landing. You ended up taking off your corset to relieve pressure on your ribcage, leaving you with your ripped up uniform and coveralls.

Regardless of your relief that an American soldier had found you rather than a German one, you kept your hand fixed on your sidearm.

“Woah, lady, put down the gun. I'm not a Kraut.” Lowering his own gun, his narrowed eyes flashed to your chest and widened at the sight of the reddish purple bruises that blemished it. "Goddamn..."

“It’s not what it looks like,” you managed out, though talking (or breathing, for that matter) was difficult.

“I don’t care what it looks like,” he said, the edge to his tone softening as he carefully walked toward you. “You need help.”

You painfully exhaled and set the gun down next to you. You turned around again to focus on treating your injuries, wincing with the movement. “I'm fine.”

“You don't look it.” He crouched down next to you. You flinched away slightly — you'd been disguised as a man for a while now, and this was the first time anyone was seeing you so vulnerable since your enlistment — before letting him inspect your wounds, albeit with you concealing your chest with your arms and what remained of your jacket.

“What’s your name?” he asked, gingerly applying sulfa powder to the gashes on your body.

You slightly hissed at the stinging sensation. “(Y/N), Senior Airman, 4th Fighter Group.”

“Joseph D. Liebgott, Technician 5th Grade, 101st Airborne.”

There was a temporary silence, punctuated only by you sucking in air through your teeth. As he bandaged one of the cuts, he said, “We need to get you some help. I was out here on patrol with my squad; we have a medic back at—”

“What?” You looked at him with a bewildered expression. “No, I don't need any medic. I just need help informing my superiors I got lost going through dense fog and got shot down here.”

“Why not? ‘Cause he'll see you're a girl?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Why else? If you haven't noticed, there aren't very many women serving on the front lines.” You paused and took a deep breath in through your nose. “If you bring your squad over here, someone's gonna report me and get me kicked out of the Air Force…Hell, I don't even know if I trust you to not report me. I just met you, for Chrissakes.”

In truth, you didn’t even know why you were letting him tend to you anyways — you were capable of doing it yourself, your biggest secret was currently exposed, and he was a stranger. But there was something about his change in demeanor and a sudden tenderness in his voice once he saw your injuries that made you want to trust him.

“Your secret’s safe, (Y/N),” he said firmly, a set expression on his face. “I got no reason to rat you out; I just met you too.”

You scanned his face for any signs of deceit, sighed when you found none, and nodded. “I’m still not letting your medic take a look at me.”

“Fine, but that’s not gonna stop me from helping you. I’ll be quick; the guys are gonna be expecting me back soon. We’ll go talk to them together.”

He resumed his aid, and after a few minutes, you could tell that he had started getting curious; he didn't seem like a man who knew how to shut up.

“How’d you disguise yourself as a man this long?”

With a shaky inhale, you closed your eyes as his hands brushed over your rib cage. Involuntarily, a small smile made its way onto your face as the countless predicaments you’d found yourself in flooded your memory. ��It’s a long story.”

Liebgott cracked a crooked smile. “I can make some time.”

Laughing despite the pain that flared in your rib cage from the action, you couldn't help but feel that this chanced occasion wouldn't be the last time you would speak to Liebgott. And for some reason foreign to you at that moment, you hoped that your intuition was correct.

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icallhimjoey · 11 months

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hello this is your fave i don’t read rpf girlie sliding into the ask box to tell you i simply cannot take another week of imagining what’s gonna happen next! i’m not begging but i’m also not not begging…

i GOTCHU i gotchu ❤️ Wordcount: 3.3K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You woke up before your alarm and took a peek through a squinty eye, only to be met by Joe’s back. He’d pushed the covers way down which meant you got an eyeful of soft skin, but it was sort of okay, because Joe was as far away from you as was possible in your bed. You sighed, contentedly.

Good. This was good. You’d slept in bed together like two friends would. Like cousins would. Hell, like a brother and a sister would. Shared a large mattress and a duvet set, but didn’t let your bodies meet in the night.

Glad you didn’t wake up in an awkward position together, you tugged the covers closer, covering Joe up a bit more as you did. That wasn’t the goal, you just wanted to tuck yourself in a bit more, get two fistfuls of duvet under your chin, but it woke him up.

You could see Joe’s muscles move in his back as he started to roll over, and laying face to face with him was too close. You were absolutely not going to do that, and you could absolutely use morning breath as an excuse if you needed to.

So, as Joe turned over onto his other side, you rolled over onto your stomach, facing away from Joe. There. That felt way safer, and it gave you a chance to check your phone – forty minutes ‘til your first alarm.

Fantastic. It was stupidly easy to fall back asleep with the knowledge that your morning would probably be very normal. Or, you know, as normal and casual as you could pretend all of this was, anyway.

Forty minutes of blissful sleep later, your alarm blared, but you barely even heard it. It was a faraway thing, and you could ignore it for a little while. You always did, because you were a ten out of ten snoozer and had conveniently forgotten to tell Joe that you usually spent about half an hour of each morning listening to an alarm that went off every couple of seconds.

Joe, on the other hand, fucking hated snoozing, and the second your phone had sprung to life with the generic Radar ringtone, he jolted awake. Groaned like he hated being alive. Murmured something about you needing to shut it off.

Which you didn’t.

Expert snoozer. Slept through your alarm on the daily, until somehow your body registered that it’d was the 14th time it went and now you actually did need to get up.

After three seconds of you very clearly not moving to turn off your alarm, Joe took matters into his own hands. Moved and reached over you with a tired arm that patted until he found the source of noise.

He successfully turned off the alarm, and immediately relaxed when silence fell.

And for a second, that made sense. The body stretched out over your back, the face that pressed into your bare shoulder blade with just a thin strap of fabric in between. The relief of sudden silence made sense, but you expected for him to roll off. To tuck his arm back in and sink back into the mattress right next to you.

But he didn’t.

And, um... this wasn’t how cousins slept in beds together.

Joe stayed put, and he felt heavy on your back. Had your arm pinned down in a weird way that made you groan a little when you tried moving it.

Joe just groaned in return, voice lower than you’d ever heard it, and then he shifted enough for you to move your arm upwards to sneak under your pillow.

It only took a minute for your alarm to go again, and from on top of you, you could feel Joe grunt as he reached for it again. Made you tense up your stomach in a soft sleepy chuckle. Joe messed with your phone for a second before putting it back down.

Surely now Joe was going to scoot back over to his spot in the bed. Move his heavy head off of the space between your shoulder blades just below the nape of your neck.

He didn’t.

Instead, he nuzzled into your skin a little. Inhaled deeply before letting out a soft sigh.

“Joe, get off of me,” you barely got the words formed with your face pressed so firmly into the pillow.

“Mmh, five more minutes,” Joe croaked, and you felt how he nosed at your skin, how he moved around a little, fucking scented you almost, and then seemed to relax even deeper.

You offered him a soft whine that was meant to protest what he was doing, but you didn’t move. Didn’t even open your eyes. Because you didn’t have to. You were a snoozer, and this felt nice. Cosy. You felt how Joe tucked his arm into your side in response to your little noises, and so, fine. Five more minutes was all right, you guessed. You knew the alarm would go again in a little anyway.

But then it didn’t, and instead of the next alarm springing you to life, it was Izzy who’d carefully opened the door with an elbow whilst holding two steaming mugs of coffee.

“Good morning, lovebirds,”

Your room was still just as dark because of your black-out blinds, and Joe was still just as heavy on your back. You audibly groaned at the light that streamed in from the hallway.

“I made you some coffee,” Izzy put both the mugs down on your bedside table, not even bothering to bring Joe’s over to his side of the bed, seeing as that’s not where he was. “Enjoy those,” she said, and yes, it was early, and you were barely awake, but you could definitely hear the amusement in her voice as she walked back towards the door. Then, just before she shut the door, she shocked thick concentrated panic straight into your veins by saying, “I’ve got a zoom meeting at 9, so you have about 15 minutes of kitchen access left,”

Wait.

What?

Your eyes shot open like you’d just had four Redbulls on an empty stomach and you reached for your phone, nearly knocking over the two mugs of coffee.

Off.

Dead.

“What time is it?”

Joe finally rolled off of you, stretching, taking his sweet time through an incredibly slow deep inhale.

“What time is it?” you panicked, did your best turning your phone back on again. But the apple logo took too long, and you cursed. Swore. Slipped out of bed and rushed out, on your way to find a clock to yell at because, oh my God, you were meant to be at the office fifteen minutes ago.

“I was meant to be at the office fifteen minutes ago!” you shrieked as you dashed into the bathroom.

Fuck.

You looked awful.

Which, of course you did. Joe had just pressed your face deeply into your pillow for what, two whole hours?

Shit.

“Call the office, tell them you’re working from home,” Izzy offered casually, but you were already washing your face like a boy would, with fast and unkind hands, with fingernails that painfully poked you in the nose.

“Can’t!” you shouted, nearly slipping on the tile that was still wet from when Izzy showered. Usually, you’d be long out of the house before Izzy even got out of bed.

“Did you sleep through your alarm?” Izzy came and stood in the doorway and as she made eye contact with you in the mirror whilst you tried to rake a brush through your hair. That's when you realized that, no, you didn’t sleep through your alarm.

Because your phone was off when you just stumbled out of bed in a hurry.

You heard how Joe sipped some coffee, slurped it again, not insanely obnoxiously like before, but still.

“Joe!”

“Uh oh,” Izzy stepped aside just in time and let you barge right past her, back into your bedroom.

“You turned off my phone? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Joe looked at you blank faced, a little sheepishly, like he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Didn’t understand why you’d just ripped chunks of hair from your scalp because you weren’t being careful. Didn’t understand why your whole pajama top was wet from when you’d just washed your face. Just, sleepy little Joe, eyebrows raised in question all innocently. Like you weren't stood in front of him, ready to dig your nails into his cheeks.

“Um, I...” Joe started, and went to grab your phone, but you were quicker. Snatched it from your bedside table and unlocked it. Two missed calls.

“Fuck,” you swore, and went to call them back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you muttered, pacing the room with one hand in your hair, dreading the reaction of your superior. You stopped to look at Joe, who was still calmly having his coffee, and a wave of anger washed over you. It made you step forward and slap him against his shoulder before balling your hand into a fist and going back in for the same spot. You weren’t quick enough though, and Joe caught your wrist before you could hit him again which developed into a wrestle where you tried to free yourself from his grip whilst Joe tried to make sure you refrained from hurting him or spilling the coffee, just because you overslept this one time.

Then someone picked up, and you froze.

“Hey!” you tried to sound as chipper as you could, be your most professional self even though the state of you right now was anything but.

One last attempt to break free from Joe’s grip made him let you go, and you flipped him off as you left your bedroom to continue your conversation away from him.

This was it.

This was definitely it. Joe turned off your phone at the mere beginnings of your period of snoozing that you needed to properly wake up every morning. Just, turned it off. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask you anything. He’d just reached over you, laid on top of you, and had just decided that he was going to turn your phone off.

What the actual fuck.

How did he think he had the actual right to just go ahead and do that?

If that didn’t give you the ick, you didn’t know what would. If any other guy would’ve done that, you’d have never let them stay over again.

After your conversation, where they seemed to be very understanding but you knew, you fucking knew that they’d be talking behind your back about it the second they got off the phone, you got dressed and did the quickest face of make-up you’d ever done. They said not to worry, to not hurt yourself and take your time. Yea, fuck that. Absolutely not. You’d gotten enough weird stares after Joe had randomly shown up at the office – adding being late because ‘something weird must have happened to my phone’ seemed suspicious.

You were not going to add fire to the flame by casually strolling in well past 10.

You found your shoes in the living room where you also spotted Izzy and Joe, sat at the kitchen table. Izzy had already started her meeting, so Joe was silently enjoying his morning coffee.

Fuck him, man. Joe could go and do one.

“Congratulations,” you mouthed from your spot on the sofa when Joe turned to look at you.

You saw Izzy flick her eyes up over her laptop.

“That was it. You won the bet.” You whispered, scared it would disrupt Izzy’s meeting but still needing to be the most passive aggressive version of yourself.

The slightest, smallest, teeny, tiniest bit of panic twinged Joe’s expression before he pouted at you. Like this was a joke.

It wasn’t a joke, you were incredibly annoyed with him.

With your shoes on, you got up and gave Joe a sarcastic smile. You knew he definitely thought you were overreacting, but you couldn’t help the flush of bad feelings, all directed towards Joe. All of it mushed into a big ball of anger that you couldn’t get out, because you had to be quiet, because Izzy was in a zoom meeting.

“I’m sorry,” Joe tried, voice as soft as he could manage it.

You pretended he didn’t even say it and proceeded to walk out. Flipped him off as you did for good purchase.

The sweat patches in your silk blouse had just gone, slightly past noon, when a delivery man walked up to the front desk. Bouquet of flowers in hand, already in a vase, he handed them over and two minutes later, the whole thing got plonked onto your desk.

It left you to explain to half the floor who J scribble scribble was. This man didn’t even fully write his name normally anymore. ‘I’m sorry, will make it up to you tonight’ the card read, and it made you frown a little. Sure, the flowers were a kind gesture, and you liked that he did a little more than just verbally say he was sorry, but you didn’t really feel like hanging out with him tonight.

He'd won the bet.

You could go back to seeing each other in your group once a week. Or less, because Joe was out of the country a lot.

So, you texted him a pic of the flowers, along with the words, “thnx but am busy tonight”.

It only took a couple seconds for you to receive a reply.

“yea you are, i spoke with izzy, we’ve got plans”

Confusion.

“we? is izzy coming?”

“no, but izzy told me something – meet you at south kensington tube station after work?”

Fuck Izzy. What a bitch. You switched to your text thread with your flatmate.

“Fuck you.”

“You’re welcome 😘”

It was just past 6 when you stepped out of the station and met Joe outside. He looked far too dapper for what he was about to get into. However, so did you.

“Hey,”

“Hi,”

For a moment, you just looked at each other.

“You hate this type of stuff,” you stated.

Joe smiled, gave a nod and said, “I do.”

“Just so you know,” you fell into step together, not even trying to hide that you knew exactly where Joe was taking you. “I do too, but I kind of ironically have always wanted to go,”

“Izzy said,”

“And Izzy has always said that she would rather have both her arms pulled off than come with me,”

“Izzy said,” Joe nodded with big panicked eyes, making you laugh.

And it was true. You didn’t have an Instagram account of insane looking staged selfies taken in all the right outfits from all the right angles. Going to Dopamine Land had no actual real purpose in your case. But there was something about going to a museum that was put together just for you to take interesting selfies in. It seemed fun, and so ever since you'd heard of the place, you'd wanted to go.

So, that’s how, 10 minutes later, you lead Joe through weird lit up mirrored rooms, forced him to sit in a bathtub filled with blue plastic balls, danced with him over musical lit up floor tiles and, eventually, pushed Joe into a ball pit filled with milky white plastic balls that he instantly disappeared into.

You’d been a mess of giggles since stepping foot inside the building, but jumping into a ball pit in a pencil skirt and heeled ankle boots was really taking the cake.

You felt like a child. Acted like one too.

Joe didn't fully get into it, but anytime you suggested he'd do something, he went for it and laughed along as he went.

After throwing balls at each other from separate corners of the ball pit for a second, you hit him square on his forehead and it made you laugh so hard, you doubled over and disappeared into the sea of balls. For pay back, Joe got up and launched himself across the, admittedly not that large and a little underwhelming, pit and almost knocked right into you.

A short wrestling match ensued where you shrieked and tried to get away from Joe’s grabby hands that were simultaneously trying to hold you in place by the legs whilst also softly throwing balls right into your face from a far too small distance.

You had to stop playing, because that's what this was, wasn't it, when a family with two smaller children joined you.

“This is so much nicer,” Joe commented when he got up and offered you his hand to try and help you out.

“What do you mean?”

“You, like this. Laughing.”

And as he said it, he pulled you up onto your feet with far too much force. Crashed you right into him, and for a fraction of a second too long, you made eye contact whilst he held you close.

If you hadn't known any better, this would've been a beautiful moment to kiss him.

Oh shit.

You kind of wanted him too. But Joe didn't move. Just kept you close for a little longer than was normal for two friends.

“Yea, well,” you started, a little shakily, and took the opportunity to push Joe back ever so slightly. Just enough to make him lose balance and fall back into the pit.

“You were right, I am a sore loser. Ballie Ballerson next?”

“Fuck off.”

Your mention of the bet was what prompted Joe to say, “I don’t think you’ve actually lost the bet,” a little later when you were sat opposite each other having dinner. You’d taken three steps outside to find an Italian restaurant that looked nice enough and it took less than a second to decide it was where you were going to have a bite.

“I’ve totally lost, are you joking?” you theatrically answered, big facial expressions, lots of intonation.

“Yea, but I’ve said sorry, and, here we are,” Joe gestured at the table, a the space in between the two of you. “How often does that happen to a guy who’s given you the ick?”

You thought a second.

“Exactly, they don't get dates after you've written them off,” Joe proved his point.

“No, that’s not fair. We’re friends and that’s why we’re out having food together. Had you been a random date and you’d unwarrantedly gone through my phone–”

“I didn’t go through your phone,”

“You went through my phone.”

“I turned it off.”

“You grabbed my phone whilst I was asleep, and you turned it off–”

“You were not asleep,”

“I actually wanted to murder you this morning, I was so fucking angry,”

“And look! Here we are!”

You bickered like an old married couple. Paused for a sip of your wine whilst you gave each other looks.

Joe looked good.

All handsome.

You were also getting wine drunk.

“Anyway,” you said when you put your glass down, ready to put this all to rest. “You gave me the ick. You won. The end. What did we say... week of favours starts Monday?”

And Joe narrowed his eyes at you. Didn’t believe a single word of what you were saying. But sure, if this was how you were going to go about this, how you were going to play this game, Joe could think of something to play along.

Why not?

This held every potential to get interesting. To get interesting real fast.

“Okay fine. Week of favours starts on Monday.”

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Idk if you're still making this, but I want to let you know that we're waiting for BoB Lovetropes p2. My suggestions: Toye, Eugene, Malarkey, Guarnere, Luz, Sobel. Hope you're doing okay <3

A/n: I've been dealing with some stuff lately and now finally have a little time to catch up on old stuff. I also want to apologize anon I couldn't bring myself to soble. Sorry couldn't do it.

-Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of language, got wayyy to carried away with malarkey’s, oops. Might have to turn that into its own thing, if it's not already. Luz is slightly spicy, nothing crazy but you cant miss it.-

Masterlist

Joe Toye

-grumpy vs sunshine trope. Omggggg, the idea of this has me kicking my feet and giggling. Joe Toye is rough around the edges, tough skin. You on the other hand have always been the positive one, keeping the people around you spirits high. Being an optimist of sorts. Maybe not cheerful but you could definitely make someone's day. Yet behind his grumpy facade, he can't help but notice your unwavering optimism. He wasn't opposed to love; he just never expected to be swept off his feet so quickly by one person. Your personality was anything but the same. Never in a million years did he think he was going to fall in love with a bright and shiny person, which was the exact reason why he loved you so much. You two were like night and day. You were the beacon of light in all the darkness. I feel like Toye would also be super protective over you. Kinda the same vibe as liebgott. But that's for another time.

“Is that a smile I see on your face toye?” “I'm one lucky bastard you realize that?”

Eugene roe

-office romance/forced proximity. I didn't exactly know what to call this one. Both you and roe are easy company medics. Gene from the start, harbord a crush on you. And mean big time crush. Thinking about you he got butterflies in his stomach. You both spent significant time together. Typically the only times you were separated is when you were attending to fellow paratroopers. Bastogne was a turning point. You were in a jeep headed to the church, your hand and a cloth being the soul thing keeping a man alive. You almost made it before the church burst into flames. When Gene heard what happened he got the first ride possible to bastogne. When he saw you, hand now on a clearly dead man, he took you into his arms. He brought you back to the Adrennes forest. As usual you spent the night in genes fox hole the only difference was you both saw what was right in front of you for the first time and kissed. It wasn't until Austria where he gave you a promise ring where he promised to spend and devote the rest of his life with you.

“you make me the happiest man you know that y/n?”

“Tell me that again at our wedding”

Donald Malarkey

-friends to lovers? Maybe a sprinkle of enemies to lovers?? I don't know but here me out. So you join the paratroopers as a female, the reason you got in was from connections in the army. Seeing how even if you are the most talented female there is, it's still the 40s here. I wouldn't think that the Toccoa men would flat out bully you, but would more just not believe in you. Probably leave you out of a lot of things. Kind of just pretend you weren't there. But not malarkey. He saw something in you that the rest didn't. Honestly he was shocked to see how they treated you. You were the best paratrooper there was in this company. You stood your ground. You met and exceeded in all categories. Passed each test with flying colors. You also were able to do it with the most incredible smile. As much as you disliked it, he stood up for you. Complimented and congratulated you when you did well. You really liked him. He was cute, kind, and not a douche wad. But sadly, most guys here if they weren't mean, they were trying to get Into your pants. As much as you wouldn't mind that with malarkey, you weren't here for that. One day in Aldbourne England you had enough. You weren't going to get swooned into bed and he had to know it. When you had a spare moment you grabbed him and pulled him aside and told him to stop. He was bewildered that this is how you perceived him. He explained to you that was not his intention. You could hear the sincerity of his voice. He meant it. This was the start of your friendship. You both were like a thing but not? Kinda a situationship. But it wasn't official until Haguenau. The effects of war painted across your faces. In one of the houses you laid in one of the beds, trying for the hundredth time to get some rest to no avail. He came and found you. There was little and a lot to say. Instead he kissed you. The past two years of friendship melted instantly into a lifetime of love.

“god i've wanted you to do that for a long time”

“What happened to ‘I'm not here for a relationship’?”

“shut the fuck up and kiss me again would ya”

William Guarnere

-Enemies to lovers. Come on, this is so perfect. Guarnere is a natural bully. He bullies everybody all the time, but you? He loves bullying you. He always has an insult special for you up his sleeve. However, that's a lie. He hates it to his core. You are the sweetest person ever. All he wants to do is not bully you. He's somewhere in the middle of liebgott and Speers. He doesn't want to be seen as weak. He has this demnor he feels the need to uphold and that everybody around him expects. Not some ooey gooey man. Even though if he could he'd probably worship you. You were perfect in his eyes. He hates himself more and more but the more he digs himself into this hole the harder it is for him to get out. He finally cracks when someone else makes a particular mean stab at you one day at a bar in holland. He can hate himself all he fucking wants for bullying you. But somebody else is doing it? Hurting you? Not going to happen. He breaks his nose, jaw, maybe a rib or two, black eye and busted lip, all before he could get ripped off this guy. You get wind of this later. Within minutes you're confronting him. Before he shuts you up with a kiss.

“I thought you hated me”

“Hate you? No, For fuckes sake sweetheart, I'm in love with you”

George Luz

-meet cute. You originally met just before you signed up to be paratroopers. And I mean just before. You were getting blood work done to test how fit you were to fight. As you waited in the lobby to fill out paperwork, you went to reach for your pen. That's when you realized it wasn't there. It just so happens that a very cute guy next to you had an extra with him. You quickly filled the paper and exchanged names and conversations. On the way home you couldn't get him out of your head. So couldn't he. Later when you were assigned to easy company you found the one and only George luz. The same extremely handsome guy at the clinic. He immediately recognized you. How could he not? Your face and laugh had been at the front of his thoughts a lot lately. You tried to keep both of your composure during Toccoa seeing how you didn't want to get into any trouble. But that all fell apart after one weekend with a pass and some alcohol. Kisses were shared, clothes were shed and hands roamed. After that night you made it official. Luz also started writing his vows.

“you know I've never felt this way before”

“What the sex or me? Because If it wasn't the sex let me know so we can go again”

“both luz, but I can't turn that offer down now can I”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers x reader #joe toye x reader #eugene roe x reader #Donald Malarkey x reader #george luz x reader

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talisman975 · 2 months

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Credit to @trippy-maskow

🎶You see tonight, it could go either way

Hearts balanced on a razor blade

We are designed to love and break and to rinse and repeat it all again🎶

Credit to @joe-myosotis

🎶I get stuck when the world's too loud

And things don’t look up when you’re going down

I know your arms are reaching out from somewhere beyond the clouds🎶

Credit to @nova-streyart

🎶You make me feel like my troubled heart is a million miles away

You make me feel like I’m drunk on stars and we’re dancing out in the space

Celestial! Celestial!🎶

Credit to @goop-juice

🎶I see the light shining through the rain, a thousand colors in a brighter shade

Needed to rise from the lowest place

There’s silver lining that surrounds the grey🎶

Credit to @the-cosmos-withinus

🎶When I get lost, will you come back around?

Things don’t look up when you’re going down

I know your arms, they are reaching out from somewhere beyond the clouds🎶

Credit to @xxlemon-chanxx

🎶You make me feel like my troubled heart is a million miles away

You make me feel like I’m drunk on stars and we’re dancing out in the space

Celestial! Celestial! Celestial!🎶

Credit to @slightly-gay-pogohammer and @enchantedchocolatebars

🎶We were made to be nothing more than this

Finding magic in all the smallest things

The way we notice, that’s what really matters

Let’s make tonight go on and on and on🎶

Credit to @welcome-home-official

🎶(You make me feel!) We were made to be nothing more than this

Finding magic in all the smallest things

(You make me feel!) The way we notice, that’s what really matters

Let’s make tonight go on and on and on🎶

Credit to @beeb-o

🎶You make me feel like my troubled heart is a million miles away

You make me feel like I’m drunk on stars and we’re dancing out in the space

Celestial! Celestial! Celestial!🎶

Credit to @anona1-mous

🎶We were made to be nothing more than this

Finding magic in all the smallest things

The way we notice, that’s what really matters

Let’s make tonight go on and on and on🎶

🎶CELESTIAL!🎶

Note: I would like to thank this Belos tribute post to everyone credited who brought to life these incredible art of Philip at his most human, and I would like to thank everyone who showed their support for this amazing event!

This BelosFansTakeover may be done, but feel free to keep the tag alive as long as you wish!

Belos may be dead in canon, but as long as his fans keep around, think of him in our spirits and love and our work, he stays alive to us.

So share Philip’s determination! No matter how many times antis want to stomp on us or push us around, Belos and his fans shall stay alive no matter what!

#belosfanstakeover #my post #toh #emperor belos #philip wittebane #toh belos #toh philip #toh emperor belos #toh phillip wittebane #Spotify

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barrencelenny · 5 months

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one thing I loved to do when watching the flash as it aired was try and figure out how to get Len to reappear in the show + I love pov outsider so one of the funniest situations I had would be len reappearing early on during Julian Albert’s time on the show.

ideally the time stream drops len back into central city before Julian joins team flash, but after Barry knows len’s dead (because I like pain.) so based on episode air dates I think that’s between 29th November, 2016 (invasion crossover when ray tells Barry) and 6th December ( the midseason finale of season three is I think when julian is free from savitar/alchemy?) Len’s been dead since 12th May, so the time stream keeps him for like six and a half months before spitting him back out?

anyways, julian already dislikes Barry because he’s chronically late, probably got his job through nepotism, keeps taking personal calls during work hours, keeps clocking out early to deal with flash stuff etc etc etc (and as alchemy he hates the flash so there’s probably some subconscious memory of that too)

and once Barry finds out that len is alive that boy is DELIGHTED. He died a hero’s death he KNEW there was GOOD IN HIM. And he was so emo about his fav villain being dead but now he’s BACK :D

with Len’s records being deleted (which julian finds extremely suspicious) and anything after that cleared by the president (was everyone getting presidential pardons canon or fanon? I forget, but either way you know Barry would push to get len a posthumous one) he’s off the hook for his father’s murder and then breaking out of prison. So now Len’s just waltzing into Barry’s lab (read: break in via the windows because why would he want to see the cops on the ground floor when he doesn’t have to) and Barry’s crimes (being late, having guests in the lab, leaving early) increases manifold. Julian is So Pissed.

he talks to singh about it but technically there’s nothing he can do, and the one person that would be on his side re: the snart thing is Joe, who has to keep the flash secret from him (and is also Barry’s father, seriously this must be nepotism?) so julian has no allies in his crusade against the Barry/Len bickering/flirting that he is forced to witness

I literally have no plot to this except pissing julian off tbh (it may only be a week but it’s the worst week of his life) (if anything the Barry is the flash reveal goes worse because hello???? That is a clear conflict of interest Barry??? Why are you So Bad at being an enforcer of the law?????) (this is all part of my acab agenda and Barry just permanently resigns from the ccpd ☺️)

#if you were trying to get an actual reason for why len reappears I guess you could argue that flashpoint shook him loose #which is why a post infinite earths is also the other easier situation to get len back in central #because the fabric of the universe gets shaken up in general anyway so why shouldn’t he also be allowed to come back #coldflash #k.txt

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hello hello :))

For obvious reasons I’m in need of new smutty fics for Joe and just the mere thought of him putting him hand over my mouth in missionary gets me goin’ man. I will pay you a smooch and some big bucks if you can write sumthin like this for me :))

For obvious reasons I'm going to write this for you and I hope it fit's your needs.

A little bedtime reading for you all.

Under 18's DNI 💀

Joe had his dominant head on, he'd fucked you raw for the last hour. It wasn't through lack of trying, he just wanted to get every last orgasm out of you he could before you begged him to stop. By the fourth time it was causing tears to sweat from your eyes, your mouth dried up from lack of saliva through your squeals and hefty moans. You'd said his name like a prayer, uttering it out in several tones that made you sound desperate for the man placed above you, the only thing still wet was your gaping and sore cunt from the amount of time spent being rammed by his length. Missionary was a basic position in most peoples eyes; but it got you off more than any other.

His hips rut fiercely between your thighs, his skin chafing against the soft parts of your inner leg, his foreskin being dragged back and fourth by your clenching walls, the tightness making him hiss, his cock covered in your slick and his past climaxes making it easier to pound you. The way you whimpered in both pain and pleasure urged him to continue and when you breathed a simple please or I can't take it anymore, Joe's hand would either be wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly in an attempt to show you who was boss, or at least bring you closer to the edge. It even turned to covering your mouth with the full palm of his hand, pressing down to shut you up whilst he concentrated on both your releases just one last time.

His growls, the way he fucked you like you were his worst enemy, like he hated you more than anyone else on this planet, turned you on more than you'd ever known possible. The way his cock fit perfectly inside your cunt, dribbling his seed inside of you, leaking several amounts of pre-cum, singing your praises, bellowing profanities when his cock throbbed inside of you, calling you a good girl, letting you know how perfect you were in taking his cock for so long, being his little slut. Practically breeding you over and over. He had you a fucked out mess, a body just being used like a rag doll for his own personal pleasure by this point.

You squirmed all over the sheets, his back red raw from the way you'd clawed your nails down it, bruises relished all over both your necks and collar bones. Lips swollen from overheated and passionate kisses. From a birds eye view, it looked like you'd both been attacked by wild animals, ravenous for each other, eating each other alive.

The way his vocal chords strained when he exploded inside of you one last time, flopping onto you, his entire body consuming you. The sound alone made the knot in your stomach erupt, nausea hitting you in a disgusting way through your final orgasm, his balls completely emptied and over stimulated, your core in agony yet still sensitive to touch from his now slow movements.

Joe being Joe afterwards, as soon as he'd got what he needed out of his system for the time being, he'd sooth you completely, giving you the aftercare you deserved. Taking you into his arms and swaying you like a baby, cooing soft sweet nothings into your ear, letting you know how much he loved you and how good you make him feel (in more ways than one), giggling at the marks all over you stating he'd marked his territory. Stroking his fingers through your hair, tickling his fingers lightly on your arm and down your back, small squeezes of reassurance checking that you were ok, loving you so deeply and contently like he'd not just been abusing your cunt minutes before.

It wouldn't be long until he was caressing you in the shower, washing you down and massaging your head. He'd still be horny for you and one way or another he'd convince you that he'd need to eat your pretty little pussy to apologise for his actions, no matter how much you couldn't take anymore, you couldn't bare the doe eyes staring back at you, begging to take his obsession further, surely enough in a mere moment, he was on his knees, your legs wrapped around his neck, holding you up in position whilst his mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flickering onto the new aching sensation.

It was true you were his addiction.

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ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons · 5 months

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Just a bunch of species headcanons for the hermits! Also they are all either gods/immortal for fun :)

Xisuma (he/void): Voidwalker prince. Knows he's immortal. One of the oldest immortals

Grian (he/parrot/chirp/they): Parrot hybrid, Head/First Watcher. Minor god of chaos. Has lived a thousand lives. Treats YHS as a joke because why not?

Mumbo (he/him): Half Watcher, minor blood god. Does not know he's a god. Eats redstone for fun, scares his friends because of it.

Scar (he/it/vex): Vexling elf (Vex with allay magic). Does not know he's a god. Was born in Riverdale, kidnapped at a young age.

Pearl (she/her): Half-Watcher/moth hybrid. Also knows she's a god, actually likes the Watchers.

Impulse (he/they/yellow): Demon. Very much knows he's immortal, wishing that he isn't because he doesn't want to watch his brothers die. One of the oldest hermits

Tango (he/magma/they): Netherborn avian, Listener hybrid. Party knows he's a god. His Listener traits aren't visible and more of a development from the experience that was his high school to keep him fucking alive

Zed (he/void/wool): Harbinger of the Nether. Knows he's immortal. Looks like a basic sheep hybrid but also has demon wings and black blood!

Gem (she/her): Faun. Thinks she might be a god but it would mean her brothers aren't. Also has magic and can world-hop!

Etho (whatever vibes work for you): Voidling (Voidborn changeling), Watcher. Knows he's a god, could care less. First player turned Watcher. One of the first players

Iskall (they/he/she + some neos): Cyborg (also something else. I don't fucking know anymore). Doesn't care about gods, marked by the God of the Hunt.

Doc (he/it/blast): Creeper/goat/cyborg. Can and will fight the gods, Xisuma hopes that he doesn't find out he is immortal (he knows).

Ren (he/pup/they): Wolf-shifter. Knows he's the god of the Hunt. Idk this dude is cool

Bdubs (he/sun/sky): Glare/phantom hybrid, also has a connection to plants. God of the sun and flaunts it. Also is a full blooded Listener

Stress (she/leaf/spring): Nature spirt. Knows that she's immortal. Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you.

False (she/wing/they): Avian, with golden eagle wings. Does know she's a god, could care less.

Cleo (she/they/rot): Zombie hybrid. Knows she's immortal. Spites her old friends by getting attached to Joe. Also one of the oldest players

Joe (any pronouns): Angel of life. Known immortal. Just vibing with the soul he was meant to harvest.

Jevin (he/it/slime): Slime hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal. Honestly idk much about him

Cub (he/it): Allayling (allay with vex magic.). Doesn't know he's a minor god. Claims to be a vex for fun.

TFC (he/ender): Ender dragon hybrid. Knows he's a god. Brothers with Notch and Herobrine.

Beef (he/they/it): Cow hybrid. Doesn't know he's immortal. He is basically just existing. Gotta love it.

Keralis (they/he/black/empty): Watcher!. Knows he's immortal. I also know next to nothing about this dude

Xb (he/river/fish/they/it): Guardian hybrid. Doesn't know he's a god. Idk fish

Hypno (he/they): Fire sprit. Could care less about being immortal.

Wels (he/him): Angel hybrid. Knows he's immortal. Hates being an angel because they are a bunch of stuck up beings.

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Bonus (5) Helsmits:

Ex (he/they/void/end): Voidwalker prince, 2/3 Watcher. Yeah knows their immortal

Hels (they/it/he/fire/blaze/hell): Fallen angel/Watcher. Same as Wels tbh. But 10x worse because Wels escaped and Hels suffered.

Badtimes (he/blue/xe/they): Allayling! Also a Listener! Just vibing :D

Xornoth (they/it/red/dark/vine/he): Demonic elf! Demigod and just out there living vines life

Grain/Ariana Griande (she/it/chirp): Watcher! She knows it's immortal! (trans mtf not important to the hybrid sheet but important to me <3)

I went nuts with pronouns the rest of the helsmits have so much more I'm holding myself back bc I'm being forced to bed :( - 🔮🍄

fun!!

(also i’m so sorry this is from jan 2023)

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Tío | platonic!Alejandro Vargas x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello! I love your work man

Can I request Alejandro x male reader but reader is a teenager (or just younger in general) and Alejandro is an uncle figure for him

summary: Alejandro is so, so proud of the man, the soldier, that you have become.

tws: smoking, mentions of violence

Alejandro loved it when he was sent to work with the Gurkhas for a while, as it always gave him a chance to see his adopted nephew; it always gave him a chance to see the young soldier who he had taken under his wing a long while ago, and had kept an eye on ever since. The complete lack of blood relation didn't matter, as far as you and Alejandro were concerned, he was very much your uncle. The young soldier from Nepal who Alejandro had met through none other than Price, he had practically watched you grow up; from a private, to one of the most infamous Gurkhas alive, Alejandro's pride in you could only ever be compared to that of a father's. He took the chance to visit when he could.

Six pack boxes of Red Bull sat on the desk, the ashtray half full, the stench of Marlboro cigarettes harsh in the air, the sound of 'Adrenaline' by Joe Ford and Hacktivist loud as Alejandro smiled; he found himself nodding along to the song as he admired the decorative medals and trophies on the wall. You certainly were accomplished, clearly thriving as a Gurkha. He couldn't be prouder, his hands clasped behind his back as he read the letter from high command, congratulating you on a job well done; he took a picture, and sent it to the group chat that he was in with Rudy and task force one four one, captioning it with how proud he was. But then the door opened, and Alejandro had to act quick as he stuffed his phone into his pocket, just in time for you to grab him as you hugged him tightly.

"Tío Ale!"

Alejandro grinned as he held you close to him. "(y/n)! How are you?"

"Did you see the letter?" You asked, excitement in your voice. "The one high command sent?"

"Sí, I did," he nodded. "Well done, muchacho!"

You grinned, tapping his shoulder as you pulled away, making your way to the desk so that you could light up a cigarette. "It's thanks to you, y'know, Tío."

He scoffed, sitting down at the desk and putting his feet up on it as 'Reprogram' by the same band started to play just as loudly. "How so?"

"If it weren't for you, Price wouldn't have recommended me to the Gurkhas," you explained, "if he hadn't have done that, then I wouldn't be where I am now... I owe everything to you, sāthi."

Alejandro scoffed as he shook his head, resting his hands on his stomach as he watched you for a moment; he could hardly believe that you were the young soldier from Nepal that he had met all those years ago. He wondered where the time went, wondered how the time had slipped through his fingers so quickly; he had done his best to capture it all as much as he could, suddenly wishing that he could pause time just so that you wouldn't grow up so quickly in front of him. He couldn't wipe the proud smile from his face, though, wanting to let precious time go by just so that he could try and remember the moment; he felt like a father watching his child grow up, go to school and start going out with friends, a sort of bittersweet joy and pride.

"You okay?" You asked, chuckling softly.

Alejandro shook his head. "It's nothing, sobrino... you're just growing up so fast."

You shrugged, leaning against the wall opposite him as you cleared your throat and tilted your head to the side. "Yeah, but... I'll never stop being your bhatījā."

"lo sé," he whispered, nodding. "I know, muchacho... you're getting bigger every time I see you... where'd the time go, eh?"

You couldn't help but to laugh, shaking your head and daring to sit with him, leaning on the desk as you grinned. "Slips by, don't it?"

Alejandro nodded again. "I remember when I brought you with me to meet the others in the task force and you were half asleep at the table."

"Please don't," you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'll never live that down."

He tittered. "No, you won't... I'm proud of you, niño. Really."

"I know, Tío," you murmured, nodding. "You remind me every time we're in the same room."

"I mean it," Alejandro said seriously, running a hand through his hair. "I'm really proud of you, sobrino. You've done well, really well."

You shook your head, taking a last few drags before stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray. "You don't have to keep reminding me, y'know... I know you're proud, Tío. I know."

"I'll keep reminding you," he shrugged. "Just don't be a idiota engreído."

You laughed softly. "I won't, bhatījā... pratijñā."

"Good," he cleared his throat. "You gonna show me around?"

You nodded, practically jumping out of your seat and rushing towards the door, grinning like an idiot; Alejandro got up slowly, and when you tried to run off, he laughed as he told you to slow down, he wasn't as young as he used to be after all. But you were so excited, so eager to show him where the Gurkhas trained and lived when they weren't out on missions; he felt tears prick at his eyes, so proud of you when you showed him how they had trained you to decapitate enemies with the infamous kukri blades. He really did wonder where the time had gone between him meeting you and taking you under his wing as a young soldier, to seeing you perform flawlessly on the training fields with your kukri; you were dangerous, capable of fatally wounding someone without thinking twice, belonging to one of the most brutal, infamous, and most elite forces to exist.

But to Alejandro, you were still that young soldier from years ago that he had watched grow up. You weren't a Gurkha to him, you were his nephew, and he loved you to pieces and although you told him not to tell you so much, he really was just that proud of you.

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