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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 months

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okay so i'm thinking post!prison reid and reader break up bc he's not ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened in prison. they just don't get back together bc when spence is finally ready it's been a while and they both think it's too late and no one makes a move and they remain as friends UNTIL jj's love confession brings some feelings back onto the surface - reader finds out about it and (cue jeid and their weird, longing glances🥲) has a whole it's all really over moment and then there's distance between her and spencer until there's a confrontation about it and BAM a love confession and second chances😁😁

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but i hope you get my point</33

Um yeah so, absolutely. Some angst for you indeed. I love a convoluted and angsty fight, especially whenever someone is arguing in circles with someone else because they're both just so passionate but angry, anyways, heheh, enjoy!!

WC: 1.5k

TW: Arguing, mentions of violence, mentions of prison, mentions of guns, honestly if you watched CM then that is your TW.

“I just want to know why you’ve been so distant lately. I mean, this is the first time I’m speaking with you one on one in over a week, and it’s because I manage to catch you in the office at nine fucking pm Y/n.”

"So what do you want me to say, Spence? What could I possibly have to say to you? I'm pretty sure Jennifer said everything there is to say."

This caused Spencer to lose all of the oxygen in his body. It froze up. You weren’t supposed to know what JJ had said, no one was supposed to know what JJ had said.

You and Spencer were in the bullpen of the BAU. Luckily for both of you, since it was so late, no one else was there. Neither of you were extremely public when it came to your relationship, which meant neither of you would have chosen to have this conversation fight in a public place, but no one else was around.

I want you to say something you're afraid to say. Something you'd never tell anybody. And you better make it good. Cause if it's not, it's going to be the last thing you ever say. What's it gonna be?

“How did you know about that?” He whispered.

“JJ asked Garcia to go through the footage, apparently she wanted to make sure no one could ever access the audio from it.”

"Y/n I--" Spencer closed his eyes, his jaw set. He didn’t even know what to say at this point. You had both clearly made up your minds about this, yet neither of you wanted to see the carnage, the outcome of it all. So, instead, you chose to stand in the middle of the bullpen, fighting against one another.

Fighting for one another.

"I just don't understand why you're so upset about this."

“Spencer–you didn’t even tell me about it, I had to find out about it from Penelope, and who knows who else she told. You were afraid to tell me, yet that giant genius brain of yours can’t, oh I don't know, comprehend just a teeny tiny little bit why this makes me upset?" For the millionth time this evening, you scoffed.

Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partner. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me, or I'll kill him.

"Y/n--"

Spence, I've always loved you. I was just too scared to say it before, and now things are really just too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.

"Fuck Spencer I have been in love with you since I first fucking joined this team." You gasped out. The air around your head got thinner and felt dizzying like you were floating through the air now that this was off your chest. "And I loved you when you asked me on a date. I loved you through Emily's death. I loved you when you asked me to move in with you. I loved you through when Morgan left the team. I loved you through Hotch leaving. I loved you through fucking Cat Adams. I loved you even after I came home one night and you were making out with her against our fucking door. I loved you through every single case and every single flaw. I loved you when you fucking relapsed a few years ago. I even loved you when you went MIA for weeks and then found out you were in a fucking Prison. And I still fucking love you now. But, instead of being together, you asked for a break."

"That's not fair..." He whispered.

"What? Respecting you and your boundaries? Knowing that you needed time to readjust after you had been released, and believing in your promise that once you felt ready to try a relationship again you'd come to me and talk to me about it? And then watching as you fall for JJ all fucking over again? With your stupid fucking glances. This isn't a goddamn tv show Reid, I can see when you both stare at one another across the room, I can see it."

"We don't.."

"You do. You both do. And then, you tell me that Jennifer fucking Jareau is willing to make her last words the fact that she has always loved you and has always been in love with you, and you---" Your voice froze, the sound cutting out. You looked straight at Spencer, not caring about the tears running down your cheeks. You watched as his hand twitched up. When the two of you were dating, Spencer used to wipe away every single of your tears. But now he wouldn't even lift his hand.

"I--what."

You took another breath, trying to calm down, and really think through your words. "This woman who has been your best friend for over a decade just fucking confessed her love for you, in a life-or-death situation, and you're telling me, that she just fucking made it up, pulled it out of her ass, or at least is telling you that she did and now the two of you are going to act like everything is normal and okay?"

"Y/n..."

"You were in love with her for years Spencer. And now, all of a sudden she confesses her love to you, and that changes nothing?"

"No, Y/n, it doesn't. It changes nothing. Does it hurt a bit? Yes. Does it change the fact that I love you? No." Spencer was trying to keep his voice level, hoping you'll continue to match his volume since he didn't want anyone to potentially stumble by and hear your argument. His hand reached for your wrist, but you couldn't bear to feel his skin against yours.

This caused you to let out a water laugh, tears sliding into your mouth, ugly but pouring down your cheeks. A waterfall of grief in all of its rawest forms.

"You still love me."

"Why-Why is that funny."

"I have been waiting to hear those words since you walked out of that fucking prison and the first time I hear it in years, it's because you're trying to justify loving someone else."

"That's not true."

Make it a million and one, you scoffed.

"I have loved you since the moment you first walked through those doors. You were in a pale blue pair of pants, and a black sweater--I remember it because Emily complimented the pants. I spend my whole life loving you and manage to never fully give you every single piece of love I have because there's simply not enough time in the world. I would kill for you. I would go to prison all over again if it meant you would be okay in this world." Spencer ran a hand through his hair, his voice strained. But his eyes never left yours. "Last week, when that unsub had his gun against your head, I fired before he even spoke, not because I assessed it was the right time or whatever fucking excuse I gave to Emily. I fired that bullet because if you died in front of me, I'd......The only thing I was thinking about the entire fucking time JJ and I were stuck in that room was how the fuck I was going to be able to tell you I love you one last time because I wasn't fucking smart enough to take my chance and say it to you every single day."

Your chest was heaving, but you didn't move towards him. It didn't feel right, it didn't feel real.

Spencer was able to take your hand in his, enclosing it between both of his, trying to get you to look at him. "I should have told you the moment I was ready to try a relationship again, but I thought you...I thought you had moved on because I wasn't worth waiting for."

This caused you to laugh again, eyes red from crying. "Don't fucking start with that shit Spencer.''

"I'm telling the god's honest truth."

"I waited for you throughout all of Prison. I waited for you through Maeve. I am still pathetically standing right fucking in front of you, waiting for you to hopefully realize that you still love me."

He kissed your hand. "And I don't deserve you at all for it."

"Do you still love her?"

"Y/n."

"Answer the question, Spencer. Or I'm done. I-I can't do this any longer, watching you....the way she looks at you just--"

Spencer pulled you into his arms, enclosing your body in his arms and kissing the side of your head. "I have always, and will always, love you Y/n Y/l/n. And I want to spend the rest of our lives proving to you that I would choose you, I want you, over and over again."

“That’s not an answer Spencer.” You whispered, rigid in his arms.

“I-I.” He closed his eyes. “I did. And I still do love her, but not like that. I haven’t been i-in love with her since the moment you walked through those doors.”

Spencer felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as you finally conceded and hugged him back, tightly. “Let's go home.” He muttered into your head, waiting patiently for you to hum in agreement.

Neither of you moved though. You both stood there, locked eternally in the other’s embrace, enjoying the peace you felt for the moment, even though tomorrow was a new day, where you would have to sort through how you really felt about all of this.

But tonight, you stood with your arms around your love, forever.

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reareaotaku · 7 months

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Hello it's me Rachel. Listen um sorry for the bother you but can you make a yandere losers club headcanon movie it 2017 ?

It's no bother! Of course I can!

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

Characters: Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom [Also, I looked up the Jewish stuff for Stanley, so if I got anything wrong lmk]

Bill Denbrough

He gets really shy around you

Stutters a lot and he never really gets over it, no matter how he tries

You're way out of his league and he's surprised when you ask him out

But oh my god, you really want to date him

"Do you want to go out with me?"

He looks at you shocked, his mouth on the floor. At first, he thinks you're trying to pull a prank on him or making fun of him, but you're dead serious

"Oh- W-w-what?"

"Do you want to go out with.... me?" You gesture to yourself at the end, your confidence quickly fading in fear you were about to be rejected

"Uh-uh-uh, um...y-ye-yeah. I'd l-l-l-love to."

Now it's your turn to blush and you smile, "Great. That's great. So what now?"

"I don't know..."

It's a little awkward at first, but you both eventually get over it

His friends tease him, but Bill always brings up about how they're all single [It usually ends the teasing]

He always dresses up whenever he's going to see you

He just wants to look his best

Eddie Kaspbrak

You meet at his favorite place, the pharmacy

He knew who you were and you vaguely knew who he was

He had a huge crush on you and when he saw you, he nearly shit bricks

He quickly put the stuff he was holding back on the shelf, while accidentally knocking stuff down

"Uh, you're Eddie, right?"

He awkwardly laughs, his face turning a light red, "Uh, yeah. Y/n?"

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" He's quick and nearly yells it at you, causing you to flinch back. He instantly felt bad about it

You only knew two things about Eddie; He's a germaphobe and his mom is crazy

"You're that germaphobe, right?"

His eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head, "No! I'm not scared of germs. That's crazy," He laughs it off, moving his hand back and forth. He blushes when hearing you laugh and he looks away from you

"You're really cute. Do you want to hang out?"

"Hang out? You and me?"

"Yeah, there's actually a diner close by-"

"Of course. I mean yeah, that'd be cool"

You start hanging out more after that and Eddie is secretly losing his mind

You're hanging out with him

Wow- He feels like he's dreaming

When you ask him to be your boyfriend, he's sure that he's dead and in heaven

Richie Tozier

You both fucking hate each other when you first met

You bully the hell out of each other, trying to get the last word

"Why are you late?"

"Sorry, I was fucking your mom."

"Well, I'm glad you could enjoy someone's mom since you don't have one"

He rolls his eyes, mocking you, because he has no insult to throw back without sounding like he was offended

Things change when he gets older and he realizes that he likes you

it started when he'd see things in his everyday life that reminded him of you

At first he was irritated and he wanted to destroy those things [Flowers, rocks, tree bark, a cloud, the way his food is placed, a game/game character, etc]

But then, he realized these things made him happy. You made him happy, even when he tried to fight it

He began to cherish these things and anything he could preserve and keep, he would

He has a shrine dedicated to those things. Nothing ever directly linked to you, but just things that make his mind go to you

Neither of you will ask the other out, because you two are two prideful- Actually, it'll be an accident when one of you confesses

You two will be fighting and one of you will comment about how the other is pretty/handsome as an insult and the other turns around and is like "You like me?" You'll be blushing and the person who insulted the other will deny it, but whoever was insulted will be like "I like you two."

Stanley Uris

Stan is very mature for a boy his age and that's what attracts you to him

He doesn't really notice you at first, because he doesn't have time for dating and he's more worried about keeping his things in order

You try approaching him multiple times, but you usually get shrugged off

You can go to the temple and wait until after Prayer hall, Shacharit, or the morning blessings, but he'll probably spot you and avoid you. If you're not Jewish, you'll approach his father, the Rabbi, telling him about your interest in the culture

"You can't just be Jewish. You know that right? It's a long progress-"

"I'm okay with that. I'm interested in the culture, language, and history"

He's impressed with your knowledge and interest that he's willing to take you under his wing

Stanley then becomes jealous, because you're becoming closer with his father than he ever was

You get progressively better at speaking from The Torah

"There's this girl who keeps coming to the Temple. I've been avoiding-"

"Wait, there's a girl who's actively seeking you out and you're avoiding her??? Because???"

Stanley rolls his eyes, "It-"

"Is she ugly?"

"No-"

"Are you gay?"

"What? No-"

"Then why are you avoiding her?"

"It's stupid-"

"Spit it out."

"Well, she's not even Jewish, but my dad treats her like she's been going to the Temple her whole life. So, she learns a little Hebrew so what? Anyone can do that."

"Oh, you're jealous and have daddy issues. Got it"

His father acts kind of like your dad. Tries setting you up with a good guy so you'd be set for later in life. Get you incredible connections

When you'll finally get him alone, he busts. He yells at you and he realizes all his anger about his father out on you

Though, when he sees you cry, he quickly stops and he feels so bad

He didn't mean to make you cry. God he felt so bad

He quickly apologizes and this creates a friendship between you both

You can tell him any secret. He'll never tell a soul

You can depend on him for anything. You're the only thing his father likes about him

"Why can't you have Y/n's dedication? She wasn't even born into a Jewish family."

He complains to you about his father, and you're always open to listen to him

Though, he's scared of nearly everything, so you usually are the braver one in the relationship

You have to beg him to go anywhere with you, because he doesn't like being around people

He just sticks with you the entire time

Beverly Marsh

She was very confident when approaching you, but it was fake

She's the type of person to lean on some boxes and then they fall over

She loves brushing and playing with your hair

She thinks it [your hair] is so pretty

She'll hum to you while she brushes it/plays with it

She asked you out. She was very bold about it

She goes after what she wants and she wants you

She'll make sure the moment is perfect

You're alone and the night is beautiful [Though nothing like you]. The wind is blowing just right and the light from one of the post is shinning your face like a halo

If you ever get into a fight with her, she'll avoid you for days/weeks

She doesn't want to, but it's a tactic she knows will get you crawling back

Mike Hanlon

He puts your needs before his own

He's sweet and whenever you have a problem he's always there to listen

He's a smart kid and will always help you with your homework

And by help, I mean he'll do it for you

Hope you like band music, because that's his favorite type of music

He does have a tiny little issue where he lies to make you happy. He's scared of losing you and just wants to keep you close

He doesn't do it on purpose, it kind of just happens

When you find out, you're livid and he understands, but he doesn't apologize. He think he's doing the right thing

You can be mad at him, but you'll always get over it, because you can never be mad at him for long

He doesn't gaslight you on purpose, but he does do it sometimes

"So what, you don't love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you!"

"Well, you're sure not acting like it-"

Ben Hanscom

He's really insecure about himself and his weight, thankfully you make him not feel like he's a pig

In fact, you don't mention it all; It's not something you notice

You always pick up when he's sad and always do whatever it takes to cheer him up

You try and help him cope with it healthy

Though, as he gets older, he starts to work out and you go with him. You don't want him to feel like everyone's staring at him or something

Whenever he's feeling like people are judging or staring you'll always divert attention to yourself, whether it's wearing something crazy or just making yourself look different and wild, you're willing to have people judge you as long as he doesn't feel judged [Does that make sense?]

He never judges you. In fact, he thinks you're way to good for him

Everything you do for him just makes him realize you're to good for him

If you're ever insecure, he's surprised

"What? You're like the prettiest person in the world! " He's absolutely flabbergasted

Absolutely adores you and follows you like a puppy

Practically attached to your hip

Bro's a little dependent on you ngl

#it chapter 1 #bill denbrough x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #mike hanlon x reader #richie tozier x reader #stanley uris x reader #ben hanscom x reader #beverly marsh x reader #yandere bill denbrough #yandere eddie kaspbrak #yandere stanley uris #yandere richie tozier #yandere beverly marsh #yandere mike hanlon #yandere horror #yandere slasher

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i-like-anything-water · 2 months

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You Belong with Me (kinda) inspired AU because I don't think I can write it consistently. Chlonette.

Marinette is an artist and still an aspiring fashion designer. While she isn't unpopular, she's mostly known for her sweetness and kindness to other people. She's had confessions, few, but she's only ever liked one guy since freshman year: Adrien Agreste.

Adrien, who happens to be dating Chloe. Chloe Bourgeois, Queen Bee and childhood rival of Marinette. The blonde always gets on her nerves purposely. It's like she goes out of her way to annoy her at least once in a day.

"Here," Chloe all but shoves an umbrella to her, eying her distastefully, "Wouldn't want you looking like a rabid dog."

Despite her confusion, she keeps the yellow and black umbrella.

Marinette isn't a homewrecker. Despite her massive crush, she still respects Adrien and Chloe's relationship. So what if she coincidentally is there so spectate almost every public display affection of them, she's not jealous. Especially not of Chloe. Spoiled, brat, pretty, funny- wait, ew.

Chloe and Adrien are fencers along with Kagami who in reality, Chloe has a crush on. She begged Adrien to 'pretend' to date her for a couple of weeks to see if it irks something from the stoic blue haired girl.

"Congratulations to you both. I wish you a prosperous relationship." Was all she said, her eyes lingering on Adrien. Fuck.

Adrien hands her her favorite ice cream, a comforting hand placed on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Chloe..."

She sniffs, but doesn't cry. Huh, maybe she's quick to move on than she expected. "It's fine."

News of Adrien and Chloe splitting starts but neither deny or confirm.

Alya's the head/president of the publishing team/school newspaper and she tags Marinette along to help her with Adrien now that Chloe is apparently out of the picture.

Chloe is, unfairly, attractive after a match. She's not even close to panting and her hair is just slightly messed and her posture straight and poised and oh Marinette is staring. At the wrong blonde. Fuck.

Prom is close and coming.

"Are you going to ask Adrien?" "What? No! Chloe would kill me!" "Girl, they're broken up haven't you heard?" "Uh, huh. Sure."

She doesn't believe it though. Chloe hasn't been ranting or bursting about their break up or cause unnecessary annoyance to everyone on how life is treating her poorly.

Chloe commissions a dress and a suit.

"One's for Daddy's upcoming gala." She had said. She didn't know why she needed to explain. She didn't think Marinette deserved to know. Marinette just looked at her, surprised but not judging, and nodded.

After numerous coffees, shopping trips and awkward positions (being locked inside the lab room and needing to cuddle to keep warm coughs a classic) they were able to get their dresses done.

After Chloe occupied most of her time, Marinette realized too late she hadn't tried asking Adrien.

She didn't panic. Huh. Just a sense of slight regret.

It's only after she took a look at Chloe's dress and suit (she had wanted a similar theme for some reason) she realized Chloe's clothes matched her own prom dress.

She told Chloe, expecting the worst. What she didn't expect was her widening her eyes, blushing, and stuttering an inaudible response before fleeing.

Chloe starts avoiding her, only attempting conversation when she asks about the dress and suit.

Marinette misses her. Her presence has...been a huge part of her daily life now and she's suddenly gone and she's confused and annoyed and sad and-

Fuck. "Alya, I think I might like Chloe." "I think you got the wrong blonde, babe." A sigh. "I wished."

She tried to ask Adrien anyways, maybe she was just confused and because she hasn't seen him much?

He says yes. Oh.

Prom comes. Marinette is debating what to wear. Adrien texted he'll be there soon and she waits

Her parents gave her a confusing look but later gave them smiles and took pictures.

They arrive at prom.

Chloe was wearing a suit. A suit! Fuck, her suit. Double fuck, she looked amazing.

"Hey, you guys match!" A confused Adrien, an amused Alya, an equally confused Nino, and a blushing Chloe.

"You look nice." "You're not too bad yourself, Dupain-Cheng."

They dance into the night.

They don't talk about it for a few days but they're less awkward now. Hanging out again albeit not the same as usual.

Then, "Chloé...I have heard from Adrien you had developed feelings for me prior to Prom?"

Jealousy ensues.

"I get it, I'm not her. Just- just go away, Chloé..." "So what if you're not her? I don't care!" "Then maybe you should!"

"I don't like Kagami anymore. It's not her, I like someday else." "Then go to her instead!" "I'm already with her. I'm already with you."

They end up together and share a room in uni. AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

Finished the last parts just now. This can also fit reverse! chloenette.

#chloe bourgeois #chloenette #marinette dupain cheng #fic idea #songfic?#maybe

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year

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3. New beginnings

In the last three days, so much has happened.

For starters, she got the job, which she's so thankful for. Claire is the ultimate sweetheart and her coworkers are nice, but she still misses Joe.

Tyler ended up being pregnant and getting an abortion, and has just been losing her damn mind lately.

She's getting really tired of her downward spiral; cause she's causing her own problems. She won't listen to Stevie or let her even try to help, but you can't help someone who doesn't see a problem in what they're doing.

They're both still going to their classes, or so she hopes, since she's been MIA as of lately.

But on the bright side, her and Roderick are getting closer. Their first official date is actually tonight.

She feels like they've been waiting for this day for the longest time.

Currently on her break, she's sitting in the McDonald's parking lot with Rod. It's pretty warm today, so they're perched on the hood of his car.

She stuffs a handful of salty fries into her mouth, listening to him tell her about his day.

He takes a swig of his Hi-ci orange and laughs at her stuffing her face.

"Listen, I haven't eaten since this morning. Leave me alone."

"Ain't nobody judgin' you, girl.”

"Lies. That's exactly what you're doing.”

He throws his hands up in defense, still laughing.

"Okay, you got it. So, how's the job goin'? Everybody still being friendly and shit?"

"Yeah, I like the place a lot," she sips on her Sprite, "everybody just stays in their space and that makes me happy cause at Joes', that wasn't the case."

"What do you mean? Y'all ain't have no personal space?"

"Well, that and some people just acted like they had to be up in your face, anyway. I'm glad it's different and spread out now." She rolls her eyes, thinking about John.

"Hm, somebody was like that with you?" He asks.

"Yeah... he left, before he got fired for it. I have a restraining order against him, so I'm good." Joe ended up taking care of that for her, knowing that she had a lot on her plate.

"Aight, just know that if something jumps off, I got you." He says.

She nods, staring back at her fries.

The serious tone in his voice makes her stomach swarm with butterflies. Real foreign.

"You ready to head back?" He asks.

She nods, sliding off the hood and adjusts her black collar work shirt, placing her trash in the empty bag.

He leans up from the hood and tosses his trash in the same bag, heading towards the nearest trash can to throw it away.

He heads back over to her side, opening the door for her. She thanks him and slides into the seat, allowing him to close the door for her.

He rounds the car and gets in, starts the car up and pulls out of the parking lot. It's a fairly quick drive, considering the fact that McDonald's is right around the corner from her job.

"Listen, I don't wanna scare you off or anything. I just wanna let you know that, I'm diggin' you and I think you're dope. We been kickin' it for a minute and I'm startin' to like you." He admits.

She bites her lip to hide the smile on her face.

"I'm starting to like you, too. You aight when you wanna be." She jokes, causing him to smack his lips. Again, she hates that sound.

"Seriously, I'm glad that I get to take you out tonight. You'll have fun, I promise."

"Well, it's been fun so far. I don't think I'll be disappointed."

He pulls into the parking spot next to her car. She sighs and unbuckles her seatbelt, placing her hand on the door handle.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, on my break." She smiles, and he returns it.

"It was my pleasure, babygirl."

She feels the heat rise to her cheeks.

"So, I'll see you around six thirty?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll be on time, so you better be ready." Sje scoffs.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y'all take forever to get ready, that's what I mean." He starts laughing.

"Boy, whatever. I'll make you wait if I want to." She says, before opening the door and looking back at him.

"Right. You'll get left." He laughs, stepping out to make sure she gets in safe.

"Wow, so no hug?" He asks.

"Not after you threaten to leave me," she laughs and heads inside, blowing him a kiss. He waves her off and hops back in his car.

She laughs, waving to Claire and walking past the counter, into the back to put her bag away.

"Hey sunshine! How was your break?" She places her pen behind her ear, sending a smirk her way, once she's back in her view.

"It was good. I finally got my fix of fast food I've been craving all day." She turns her around, tying the strings of her apron.

"Mhm, and?"

"And... I'm back?" She laughs and turns back around.

"Stevie, we saw that fine piece of chocolate!" Alana comes out of nowhere and states. Stevie rolls her eyes.

"Okay, congratulations... you guys have eyeballs that work!" She shoots them a 'thumbs-up' and walks away.

"Ugh, people can be so nosy." She mumbles to herself, grabbing a rag and a spray bottle and starts cleaning her station. The chimes on the door sound, indicating that a customer just walked in.

"Welcome to Claire's coffee, I'll be right with you!" She says in the cheeriest voice she could muster up.

"Take your time, girl." She looks up and sees Tyler.

I haven't seen this bitch in two days!

She goes back to what she's doing.

"What are you doing here?" She scoffs.

"You thought, you could get another job and not tell me? What's that about?" She looks at her, completely amused at how she thinks this has anything to do with her.

"You're serious? You think I hid this from you? It's not like you'd listen to me even if I was to run it by you. And, since you wanna come in chastising people, where have you been?"

Tyler just stares at her, egg on her face.

"This really ain't the place to talk about any of this. I'll just see you when you get home." She backtracks and heads for the door.

"What do you mean? It's been a whole forty-eight hours! You didn't call me. You didn't come by the house to let me know you were okay. You didn't leave a note or anything. Yet, you wanna come in here and break bad on me. Wassup with you?" She quizzes.

"We'll talk later." She leaves back out.

She sighs and prepare for the rush of customers that are about to come through. This is nothing like Joe's.

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She sits her keys on the counter and walks into the living room.

Tyler's sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of Pinky and The Brain.

She clears her throat, and Tyler mutes the tv and looks at her, patting the cushion beside her. She sighs and sits down.

"So, before you say anything, I just wanna say that I'm sorry. I've been acting like an ass and it has nothing to do with you. I was just making terrible decisions and I didn't wanna hear what you had to say, cause you were right and I knew that. But, I see if was for my own good and I appreciate you still being here for me."

"Well, where else would I be? We live together, and more importantly, you're my best friend! I'm always gonna tell you what you need to hear, cause I don't care about sugarcoating anything and you know that. I just don't want you doing anything stupid. I need you to be good. Do it for yourself. Not cause, you think I'll yell at you or whatever, cause that's a given, but cause you're the only person that can live your life."

She nods before pulling her into a hug. Stevie rubs her back in a motherly manner and stands back up.

"So, what's going on with you?" Tyler asks.

"I'm gonna get ready for my date, tonight." Stevie turns on her heels and heads upstairs. She follows behind.

"Ooh, what are you wearing?" She shrugs and opens her closet, searching through the many different patterns and prints, finding absolutely nothing suitable.

"I have an hour to get ready and there's nothing here! What the hell am I gonna do?" She looks over at her.

She places a hand on her shoulder. "Okay first of all, breathe."

She rummages through and pulls out a black tank top and a neon green skirt. She squints, not remembering buying either.

"See, you have too many clothes! Pair this with your black heels and slick your hair back. Now, get in the shower!" She places her clothes on the bed and smacks her butt, kicking her out of her own room.

If I wasn't in such a rush, I'd give her a piece of my mind.. again.

She showers quickly, making sure to keep her hair dry. She hops out and wraps a towel around herself, before doing her hygiene routine, making sure to use her strawberry scented lotion.

Sliding into her outfit, she grabs her rat tail comb and parts her hair, instead of slicking it back. Tucking the sides behind her ear, she grabs her black sandals from her closet, sliding her feet inside them.

She grabs the Gucci shades that Tyler bought her for Christmas last year and slides them into her hair.

She looks at the clock by her tv, seeing that it reads 6:27 p.m. She smirks, more than amused that she's ready before my "set time".

As if on cue, her phone rings. She grabs it off her nightstand and answers it.

Rods' deep voice cuts through the second of silence. "Beautiful, are you ready?"

"I surely am, dear. Aren't you proud?" She says in a sarcastic tone. He laughs.

"Very. I'll be there in two minutes."

They hang up and she heads downstairs. Tyler pops up out of nowhere, scaring her half to death.

"Well, don't you look fucking hot!"

She smacks her arm, placing her hand over her chest. Tyler snorts.

"Thank you, crazy. I owe this look to you, minus the hair." She twirls the end of a strand, shrugging.

"It's so cute, girl. I bet big head's gonna love it!"

A knock sounds at the door, sending her low-key rushing towards it.

"Girl, calm down!" Tyler teases.

Stevie rolls her eyes and open the door.

Rod stands before her in a black and gold striped, short sleeved button up, paired with light wash jeans and Air Force ones. The durag that he wore earlier is gone, and his waves are on full display.

"So... y'all just gon' stand there and drool over each other?" Tyler asks, from her seat, making her snap out of her trance.

He pulls her hand up to his lips, pecking her skin.

"It goes without saying, but you look beautiful." He says.

She blushes, sending a thank you his way.

"You look good, too."

Tyler slides her clutch into the fold of her arm. She turns around to face her.

"Oh, thank you. I would've forgotten it. But um, I'll be home later, okay?"

"Have fun, boo."

She nods and places her hand back in Rod's, heading down the steps and towards his car. He opens her door for her, helping her in.

"Thank you."

He winks and rushes towards the drivers side. The car comes to life and they're headed out of the neighborhood.

"So, where are we headed?" She asks.

Stopping at their first red light, he looks over at her.

"You like to dance?" He asks. She nods, giggling a bit.

"Well, there's this nightclub called Limelight. I thought I'd do something fun and out of the ordinary for a first date. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me."

The light changes and he continues towards their destination.

Rod turns the radio on, cutting the comfortable silence. Pretty Brown Eyes plays through the speakers.

"They made this song for you, you know?" He flirts.

She laughs, folding one leg over the other.

"I could say the same thing about you," she flirts back.

He raises an eyebrow at her, while pulling into the semi-packed parking lot.

"Word?"

"Mmhm."

He chuckles before cutting the car off. Getting out, he rounds the car and helps her out, closing the door.

She smiles, flipping her hair to one side. His large hand grasps her smaller one, leading her towards the short line that eventually turned lengthy.

"Maybe... maybe not." She looks down at their hands and back up to his face. Confidence all in his smile.

She begins looking around, taking in her surroundings. She stares straight ahead, finally noticing the clubs appearance.

The entire building is railed with a neon light, same shade as her skirt. Black brick is the foundation, and the name is written in white calligraphy.

How cute.

"This club is usually, twenty-one and up," his lips being so close to her ear startles her, "but, on Fridays they lower it to eighteen, so you're good."

"How do you figure I'm not twenty-one?" She looks up at him, again.

"Wild guess. Plus, you have a baby face."

She shrugs. He's got a point.

"I could be, though."

He stares at her.

"Are you?"

"Nah," I play with the hem of my skirt, "a couple months and we'll be the same age."

"When?"

"June."

They move towards the bouncer, showing our IDs. Pulling the green rope back, they head inside and boy, is it loud.

She sighs, feeling a slight pang of anxiety kick in.

Rod lets her hand go and wraps a protective arm around her waist. They head towards the bar.

"Are you alright?"

He helps her into the stool, as she pushes her glasses back into her hair.

It'd be rude if they covered my eyes all night.

"Yeah, I'm just not used to loud environments. Other than my job, of course." She laughs, "screaming out coffee orders should prepare me for places like this."

He laughs along with me.

"I totally understand. I just wanna make sure you're having a good time, cause we can always go somewhere else—"

"No, no we don't have to leave. I love that you came up with this idea, it's so different and I appreciate it. I promise."

His hand rubs her knee.

"Did you wanna dance or you wanna chill here?" She looks towards the many alcoholic choices and smirks.

"Doesn't sound like they're playing anything worth dancing to at the moment, so we can stay here."

He grins.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Whiskey sour, please."

He orders our drinks.

She looks around for her clutch, realizing she left it in the car. She hops down and pulls at her skirt, which has rose slightly past her thighs.

"I'm gonna head towards the ladies room. I'll be right back."

"Alright." He nods.

She heads past him and turns the corner, pushing the teal door open and the scent of lilac hits her nose.

Girls litter the tiny space, either in the mirrors or standing around conversing.

She squeezes through and grabs a paper towel, wet it and blots her dry mouth.

I was gonna ask to either have him go get my clutch or hand me the keys and let me grab it, but I didn't wanna be extra.

"Hey," she looks towards her left and finds a blonde haired beauty; she's about five foot seven, slender with dark red stained lips.

"Yeah?" Stevie asks, tosses her wrinkled paper towel in the trash, giving her, her attention.

The girls' lips curl into a smirk. "You're here with that cute black guy, right?"

It takes everything in her to keep her eyes from rolling back. She nods, pursing her lips together.

"Are y'all dating? Cause, my friend thought he was really cute and she wanted to talk to him."

She scoffs at the audacity.

"Yeah, we are. Tell your friend to stay away from what's not hers."

She slides past her and makes her way back towards the bar.

She turns the corner and finds some girl near Rod. That must be the friend.

She walks over to him and sits on the other side, making her presence known.

He goes from staring straight ahead to looking at her, smiling. He slides her drink towards her, turning his body to face hers.

"There you are."

"I heard somebody was tryna snatch you up, while I was gone." She laughs, looking behind him, glaring at whoever she thought she was.

She huffs and storms off.

He starts laughing, watching her sip on her sour drink.

"You're something else. Let me find out there's a jealousy streak in you."

She downs the rest of it, smirking at him.

"Well, I wouldn't call it jealousy. These bitches don't hold a candle to me, and I hope you wouldn't go for a white girl, anyway! They're trouble."

He nods, hopefully taking in her words.

"You're right."

"I know!" She says matter-of-factly. He laughs.

"You like laughing at me. I know for a fact, that I'm not that damn funny."

"Oh, you're definitely that damn funny."

She waves him off, holding back a laugh of her own.

Lady by D'Angelo starts playing.

Without a word, Rod stands up and for a split second, she forgot how much taller he was than her.

He holds his hand out for her to take. "Will you dance with me?"

She nods, feeling those butterflies come back. He helps her down and leads her towards the floor.

They squeeze through, until the perfect spot is found.

Facing him and place her arms around his neck, while his hands rest on her waist. Her hips sway to the beat.

You're my little baby, my darling baby

I swear you're the talk of the town

And everybody wants to know what's going down

Babe, I know they've seen us before

He lip syncs, looking down at her. She chuckles, feeling like this song is perfect for what just took place.

His hands hang dangerously low on her hips, while his chin finds its way into the crook of her neck. She wraps her hands around his buff arms.

The drink she had earlier is starting to kick in, making her body feel incredibly warm, and him being so close and smelling so good makes her hotter.

"You feelin' alright?" He asks, sending a chill through her.

"Yeah," she gets out.

The song continues to play, but it sounds like background noise at this point. All she hears is thumping from the bass and her hormones are going crazy.

Pulling his face away from her neck, he stares down at her lips, knowing the thought is on both of their minds.

Throwing her nerves to the wind, she closes the small space between them, swearing she felt a spark as their lips touched.

She wasn't alone, either.

Pulling away, she stares at him, kinda unsure of what to say.

"Your lips taste good." He blurts out, making her smile.

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Walking her to her front door, she opens her clutch and pulls her keys out and turn towards him.

He smiles, pulling a strand of hair away from her face.

"I had fun, tonight."

"I did, too." She mirror his expression, unable to stop the little giggles that follow.

"Does this guarantee me a second date?"

"Maybe... maybe not." She tucks her lip between her teeth as he takes a step toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She leans in and kisses him, again.

The door opens behind her. She pulls away from Rod and look behind her, finding Tyler with her arms folded over her chest with a smirk on her face.

"So," he says, as she turns back towards him, "I'll call you, tomorrow?"

He nods, still smiling as he pulls away and heads down the steps, back to his car.

She turns back to face Tyler. She steps aside and Stevie walks in, closing the door behind them, sitting her keys and clutch on the counter.

"Well, I definitely don't have to ask how your date went." Tyler says with a laugh.

"You kinda ruined the moment, though." She rolls her eyes and drags herself upstairs, her friend in tow.

"Aw, come on. That had to at least be a second kiss. You looked too comfortable."

She chuckles and pulls her heels off, sitting them back in her closet.

"You should be a detective or something, Jesus."

She plops down on her bed and swings her feet back and forth.

"You like him?" Tyler asks, making her look up at her and raise an eyebrow.

"I mean, I'd hope so. I don't just kiss random guys on my doorstep. That's your job." She winks, while she pretends to be hurt.

"Ew, they're never random, bitch. Don't try these lips!"

Stevie waves her off.

"Anyway, y'all are kinda cute. I adore the way he looks at you."

"There's a way he looks at me?"

She nods, beginning to laugh.

"Girl! That man looks like he's in total heaven when he's around you. How do you not see that?"

She shrugs. "I don't know... I guess I've never paid it any attention. I don't know what any of this stuff means!"

"It's okay, you'll figure it out. I can see y'all being official, real soon."

"That'd be... something. We'd have to go on more dates and shit, but I don't see a problem with that."

Tyler grins like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland.

"Girl, go away! I'm sleepy as hell," she tosses one of her pillows at her, smacking her right in the face.

She sticks her middle finger up at her, before leaving out, with her pillow still on the floor.

She eventually stands back up to grab it and pull her clothes off.

Tossing them in her hamper, grabbing an oversized T-shirt and pull it over her head. She grabs a hair tie from her dresser and pulls her hair into a messy bun.

She pulls the covers back and slides into bed, turning her lamp off and tv on. The background noise helps her fall asleep, which is eventually what she ends up doing.

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#soulff #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #rod x stevie #90s romance #joey badass fic #black romance #black writers #black fiction #black!reader

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goodomensguy · 7 months

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For the otp ask thing I’m having you do all of them for steddie cause I’m doing that for you for 5e gay ppl ship you gave me

1. Who most initiates PDA?

At first, I thought Eddie, but I'm leaning more towards Steve. Eddie, while a naturally touchy person, would definitely need to take some time to get used to the casual physical affection among the party, let alone the pda that comes with a relationship. Steve would take a bit as well, cause of the whole gay thing, and they wouldn't do pda TOO much, cause they're in Hawkins Indiana in the 80s, but Steve would definitely initiate more pda because of his dating history. When they can and when they're comfortable, they're both pretty touchy.

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

Well for one, they both have nightmares out the wazoo. Eddie also just,,,doesn't have a sleep schedule. Sometimes he sleeps, sometimes he doesn't, sometimes he stays up and sleeps late, yadda yadda yadda. It kind of annoys Steve, but he gets used to it eventually.

3. Jealousy issues?

I'm not 100% sure, but I really don't think so. I think Eddie might be jealous of Steve's past flings, but it passes quickly.

4. What’s a Night Out for them?

Neither of them are huge night out fans, considering the fact that the town hates Eddie, but I think once they move out of Hawkins, Eddie manages to convince Steve to go out to gay bars/clubs every once in a while.

5. What’s an evening in for them?

Definitely forcing one another to watch movies that they like. I like to think that their date nights are made up of each of them picking a movie to rent and then watching it together.

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

Nancy and Robin, probably. It turns to Robin and Steve doing their thing, and once they get to know each other, Nancy and Eddie hanging out. They get along better than you'd think.

7. Do they want (have) kids?

Steve does, obviously. It takes some healing and talking, but eventually, Eddie does too. They've got their hands full until the rest of the crew graduates though.

8. Have an AU thought?

Eddie as a tattoo artist and Steve as a florist because I'm a basic bitch.

9. If they got engaged… who proposed?

They can't really get married because it's the 80's, and that really bums Steve out, so Eddie proposes and they have a little ceremony in the Byers' back yard or something.

10. How do they deal with the other’s family?

Eddie has murderous intent. Wayne and Steve watch basketball together. Wayne love Steve.

11. What is their love language?

Eddie's are gift giving and words of affirmation, Steve's are acts of service and physical touch.

12. How Are there communication skills?

In the beginning? BAD. Like, BAD. They hide their nightmares and trauma from one another, and it just builds up until it bursts like a dam. After that, they try their best to communicate better. It's a skill. They try.

13. A little personal… but… Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

I'm not answering this one.

14. How did they first meet?

To me, they met in kindergarten and were friends, but went to different elementary schools and lost touch, forgetting they had met by the time canon happens. I like to think that they rediscover old yearbooks/pictures and see them both.

15. Why do they like each other?

Eddie likes Steve because he is capable of change. In his life, he's met a lot of people who dislike him just because of how he looks/sounds/acts, and Steve used to be one of them. But then he changed and grew and took in new information, which Eddie admires a lot. Steve likes Eddie because he is so steady(steddie ha) in his identity. Eddie knows who he is and is willing to defend it. He's spent so much of his time trying to fit in and be reasonable to others that he really admires Eddie, who can stand by who he is.

16. Who cooks most?

They both cook a lot. Steve learned a lot from being left alone in his house to fend for himself, and Eddie has the skill of making delicious food out of basically nothing down to an art. I think Steve likes cooking more, though.

17. Morning rituals?

Steve almost always wakes up first, and he makes coffee for the both of them. He thinks Eddie uses an ungodly amount of sugar, but he adds it anyways.

18. Evening rituals?

Neither of them sleep much, so they tend to stay up together in bed, reading, drawing, listening to movies/music, etc.

19. How are they at parties or gatherings?

With the show gang, they tend to sit together with the other kids their age (Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, etc.). But at parties with people they meet after they move away, Eddie finds his stride. Steve still tends to sit in corners, nursing a drink and talking to people here and there, but Eddie loves parties, where his personality helps him entertain people like he loves.

20. Most cuddly?

They're both touchy, but I think Eddie is touchy in a very clingy way. He's always hanging off of the people he loves, including Steve.

21. Movie Night?

It's a common date night that they show each other movies that they like. Steve has an incredibly varied movie taste from working at the video store, and Eddie has always been obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.

22. Who is the photo bug?

I like to think that Steve takes up photography after the whole ordeal as a way of expression. He'll take pictures of anything, but Eddie is his favorite subject.

23. How well do they know each other’s favorite foods?

Steve had a physical list of everyone's favourite foods written down in a notebook with recipes attached. Eddie knows Steve's favourite food, and will make it randomly for no reason.

24. What do their texts look like?

In a modern au, I don't think that Steve would like texting a lot, but he'd be the one to make plans, so he'd have to. Eddie texts about anything and everything, just whatever he thinks of to ramble about.

25. Parenting style?

They both had shitty parents, so they have some bad habits to unlearn, but they're good parents. A bit overbearing, but good.

26. If they have kids, who named them? What would they name them?

They adopt a daughter and name her after Eddie's mom.

27. Who brings home an illegal pet?

Eddie. Do I even need to explain?

28. Who takes the longest getting ready to leave?

They're both chronically late to things that aren't super important, but Steve's hair takes a very long time.

29. Who said I Love You, first?

Steve did. He said it before he meant to while hanging up on a call. They avoided each other for almost a day before their respective best friends got them to talk to each other.

30. When did they realize they liked each other?

Eddie realizes that he maybe likes Steve more than is normal right before he makes his sacrifice (that he does NOT die during, thank you very much). Steve takes longer, realises when he thinks Eddie might be dead. He has a crisis about it.

#ask game #ask #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #i love this #meme

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gunsatthaphan · 1 year

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Ok so I just catched up with the gay chicken show and I have to share my first two thoughts with someone. Congratulations! You are someone! 🤗

First and foremost: How is Mix so pretty? It's honestly ridiculous. If there popped up a Wen in my life with the face of Mix and asked me to be his home with those eyes and that expression and that cuddly vibe I would throw away my non-existent life plans and be with him. Which says a lot cause I have about zero interest in romantic relationships for myself. I mean, have you seen him? Of course you've seen him! We all have!

Second: How long can you nibble on one single can of beer? Ridiculous on a whole other level! Like, what is that? It should be a Feierabendbier and suddenly they roam around the neighbourhood and it becomes a Wegbier or what? At least give those gays a big can then! Still not over it ...

With that being said I don't know what will happen ones Alan appears cause I can't even begin to imagine what thoughts come up looking at First after I just rambled about Mix like that. I mean, he's First! That says about everything! 🤯

Thank you very much for having an open askbox and reading rambles like this! Also I like to read what you say even if it's a few days late. Life happens and as you can see, I only watched today as well.

💜💜

hi nonny!!!

good to know I'm not the only one who's late to the game lmao. I really thought I was the outcast lol.

but anyway thank you for sharing your thoughts!! Both Earth and Mix are really peaking in their beauty in this lmao they're both so gorgeous 😩 my personal weakness? Wen going from seductive f*ckboy to soft cuddly cat boy with just his hair lmao like cmon..

About the beer - I did not notice that tbh lmao. Also I'm still not sure if they're promoting this Full Moon brand or if it's fictional lol. either way they drink it a lot 😬 it's the oishi of the gay chickens.

I'm eagerly waiting for my toxic husband Alan djkghdf when is he coming 😩 I'm very curious about his character and also since I'm 99% sure him and Wen are exes and not dating, what's the situation? Are they actually living together? idk. I'm preparing for the worst and by worst I mean him showing up with his First charm and me not being able to separate actor and character fjgkfdgf. but we all knew that was coming. we're all weak bitches lmao.

xxx

#moonlight chicken #earthmix #first kanaphan

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hyperionshipping · 10 months

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TRICKS can u tell me things abt ur f/os considering I rambled abt John yesterday..... TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM TELL ME SILLY CUTE THINGS U DO W THEM!!!♡♡

WELLLL. See there's SO much to sayy for this. Hmm hmm!!! Lemme list some for each romantic f/o. I love lists <3

Handsome Jack

THIS MAN. THIS MAN. HIM.

What don't I fucking do with Jack. He's everything to me. Our anniversary was earlier this month. He's not even the f/o I've had the longest but he truly is special to me. More than any other f/o

We are the worst couple. We stay winning. We are NOT made for each other <3.

Jack can't sleep without me but would not ever admit that. I sleep with my face to his chest, and his leg between my thigh.

We are the worst with PDA. Anything you can think of? Jack's done to me in public. And he will do it again. And again, and again, and again and--

I fight for Jack <3 absolutely utterly dedicated to him. In an unhealthy way.

He's gotten me bandits to practice shooting on. Live targets are better to try out new guns on after all!!

Sometimes, late at night, I get to see glimpses of his face without the mask on. He's the most handsome thing to me.

Killian Jones

The like Biggest thing I do for him is very often smooth down his hair a lot. Both when he's frazzled and just because.

This isn't a thing *I* do as much, but god he's a big ol' flirt. We are SO disgusting with our PDA. We ARE kissing again, yes indeed

We hang out at the beach pretty often! Killian swears he isn't a pirate anymore but I know the way he looks at the sea. So, often, dates end up with us walking the beach

Caleb Widogast

GOD. Where do I start?

I braid his hair a lot, so often. Or put it in a ponytail, tuck it behind his ear. Anything. Caleb always melts when I do.

We fight TOGETHER!!!! I have a whole fic on this. We always have each other's backs in combat. Where he goes I follow. That's FINAL.

We kinda. We heal each other. In more ways than one. Caleb learns to let himself heal through me, and it's the same for me

Some of our best moments is when Caleb reads to me in Zemnian. Do I understand all of it? No. But he speaks so softly, so gently, it always makes me feel safe. And Frumpkin will join us, and it's so good!!!!!

I call him sunshine and hummingbird!

Hardwon Surefoot

My honeyboy <3

I tease HIM!!! He has his moments too. The way we actually meet is him going "watch this!" and failing so bad that I laugh and call him cute and join him and the other boobs!

We also fight together for sure but it's different than Caleb and I.

I braid his hair. ALL. THE. TIME. And wash it. Style it. Eveything. Hardwon barely does his own hair anymore. I always braid it with dwarven braids for his heritage, and crick knots for the family that accepted him for who he is.

I do the same for his beard. I help him keep it in tiptop shape

ALWAYS together in one big bed.

I follow him to the ends of the earth (literally, really).

Grog Strongjaw

Power couple. That's us!

Literally. We are two barbarians. I'm letting him take my kill because it's ROMANTIC. AND YOU GUYS DON'T GET IT!!!!

What's more romantic than the heart of our enemy? Nothing! That's the gift I'm giving him.

Also his biggest hype man following Scanlan and Pike.

I pick him flowers a lot too. He always worries about breaking them cause they're real delicate and he's not but I promise him it's ok

I let him do MY hair. That's a great privilege. He's the first of the party I let touch it

Lepos

Also a PDA heavy couple. Lee sometimes gets a little flustered from it all. But he also got me in bed because he was a flirt...

He's my kitty. My big, fat, demon <3

He really likes rodeos, and I always oblige him and go with him!! I am learning about them more slowly but surely.

I constantly lay on his chest to listen to him purr. It's the most comforted and safe I've ever felt

We dance a lot in our house, to no particular song. If I grab his hands and look up at him and smile, ask him to dance he'll always do it!

Crowley

Little shit. *Shoves him* *punches him*

Ugh. HIM.

Behind closed doors, he's a big lover. All he wants is that, you know? And, though it takes him a while to admit it? He hasn't felt Loved like this in a while. A long while. Forever, really.

We tick each other off. Threats that go nowhere.

He sends hellhounds to watch over me! Just gotta make sure I'm safe.

He's really very protective at the end of the day. God forbid he learn a demon tried to do me harm. They aren't going to see the light of tomorrow.

He always takes me on such lavish dates. Really, I don't know what to do with myself at the places he brings me x_x

Lucifer Morningstar

rAUGH.

I fell for him so hard and so fast. Fuck!!!!!

We party often~. At Lux, at his penthouse, just out, that one time at that one place... It really doesn't end.

I dote on him so much. He says I'm awfully lovey-dovey for a demon and I just kiss him again.

Something special Luci does for just me is, since L.A. makes it hard to see the stars, he drives me out and away just so I can look at the stars with awe. He thinks it's so beautiful to see me so enamoured with something so simple.

He sings to me too! Serenades me~. Alone in his penthouse, he'll play the piano, let me sit on the bench as he plays, or place his hands over mine to play the keys. He sings me Frank Sinatra specifically.

Jack Hodgins

Ohhh Hodgepodge. My lovebug!!

I help him with all of the experiments he does. Always hands-on with him!!

He loves flirting with me. Because he always, always figures out what to say to make me blush beet red.

He fell so damn hard for me though so like, checkmate baby!

He likes when I call him King Of The Lab <3. He is, by the way.

We always go on lunch dates to this one Sandwich shop in D.C. that's my secret little spot!!!

And, when we go out? I find every bug I can to ask him about it, and ask for facts and god I love hearing him talk. I could listen to him for hours

Lance Sweets

Sweets <3. I... Didn't expect to fall for him like I did.

I like making him blush! I do it a lot by accident. It's very easy heheh.

I love just hanging out with Sweets. He means a lot to me and he didn't GET that as much when he was a kid.

Karaoke is a thing that is like OUR thing. It was our first date too. We always sing rock songs together!!

VINYL SHOPPING TOO!!!!!!! He used to work at one, and I collect them. Sweets helps me find my favorite bands and cool, older vinyl.

John Constantine

Hold on a minute. *FUCKING SHAKESHIM SO HARD*

Okay. See. I didn't MEAN to fall in love with him!!!! Me and John's thing was. Mutually beneficial. FWB's. But I should've known he wouldn't last in one of those.

It so wasn't ME with feelings first. No. It was ol' Johnnyboy. Trust me.

We get into so many stupid situations together. Constantine and a demon together? Strap in!

Silly stuff we do together though... date nights are always fun. Wherever I wanna go.

He's stuck with me! I tell him that a lot. Even when he's being a little shit. He can't get rid of me if he tried. And oh how he tried.

Fun things to do with YOUR demon lover! Send them back to Hell!

I forgave him.

LOVE cuddling that man. And rubbing my face against his stubble or beard. Heheh ^w^.

#Tricks answers #long post

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tabslabs · 4 months

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Fuck it that time I did pkgyro hours gets a read more post

so uhhh pkgyro huh

I'm a pretty basic person, you give me something and I'll probably like it. So yeah all those ideas are good. That love triangle thing, good. one sided on gyro's side, good. One sided on donald's side, good. One sided on PK's side specifically and not actually donald's side, good wait actually I'm not entirely sure how that last one works did someone talk about it before? I woke up 20 minutes ago I'm not sure I guess it's like, in the mask he's got the courage to flirt with him sorta deal? Like if he visits Gyro normally he feels that it's already pre-established to be as bros or as business, but as PK the boundaries aren't 100% set due to years of repetition(? is that the word?) Whatever the case you gotta have lil helper know everything though, like that's just solid. He's the ultimate shipper and screams at their uselessness.

I'm trying to think of anything good to say about carcans but all I got is: PK: bawling in the corner because he just said a really bad cock/chicken pick up line and it was SO MUCH WORSE coming out of his mouth than he imagined Gyro: do you want me to just ea- PK: vicious nodding I'm really bad at pickup lines so don't ask me to say any. My girlfriend usually throws things at me when I try On that note, the thought "Science heaven must be missing an angel cause here you are" just popped into my head so there's that. Gyro probably thought he was talking about helper or something I dunno. They're both idiots

Speaking of these two boys being absolute idiots, you know that no matter who asks the other out the other one isn't going to figure out it's a date cause they never use those specific key words Alternatively Gyro strikes me as the kind of guy to use the phrase "it's a date!" for any outdoor gathering so PK just doesn't register it's a /date/ date due to knowing him as Donald for so long Oh that could lead to some fun shenanigans where Gyro thinks they both know it's a date so they meetup at a park late at night or maybe on some rooftop and just sit together staring at the moon. Helper's playing some mood music off in the distance and it's a pleasant evening It's calming, soothing, irradiating peace, and it's late, PK just finished doing rounds after polishing coins in the money bin. He leans on to Gyro's shoulder and Gyro thinks it's a cute couples thing and they sit like that for a while and Gyro just starts talking to him a bit. but he stops short when PK just starts to snore. He's dead out of there, and Gyro didn't even get to any of the heartfelt stuff yet. He's understanding but he feels bad because- he just wanted so much more out of the night out. Maybe bad isn't the right word, empty? hollow? like when you know there's no real reason to be upset with the person, but you're a little betrayed with the way the world worked out and it hurts but no actual animosity towards anyone. Not to the extent of crying but it;s there gaping in your chest, eating at your spirit. anyway the next day comes and PK's all "fsfsfshgg I'm sorry I fell asleep while we were hanging out, it was just really nice and your voice was so soothing" and Gyro's just kinda taken aback by the voice comment but he says nothing and's just like so what'd ya want? and PK's just kinda like,,, to kinda hang out anyway I guess? are you busy right now cause I can go and come back later- and Gyro's got like mountains of work to do for free but he looks at it and helper just kinda gives him a thumbs up and waves his arms like "BE FREE GO DATE" So they go watch a movie but it's not really a date movie. Maybe a horror movie (I'd say an action flick but those are decently common as date movies) cause PK can't be caught at some romcom in the suit. And Gyro's just kinda "frrick it's as friends" while blood covers the screen

I'd imagine Gyro's kinda huffy when he gets home and helper's just hands him some things that need to be hammered so he can let off some steam and PK's SUUUUPER confused as to why Gyro was upset at the end of the movie cause he had bought all the snacks and tickets, but whatever Gyro's all "no it's okay it's fine nothing is wrong" while smashing a hot piece of metal with all his might and oh my god that came out so much worse than I wanted it to. I'm sure there's a joke that could be made equating PK to the metal but tbh I'm not entirely sure who tops aight we're apparently getting into nsfw content or something not sure where this is going to go in a second

Alright we're just going to jump ship on that area and find something new to latch on to give me a sec to reroute my brain

Look I know I used to ramble like this a lot more when I was in my transformers days, and I also wasn't able to pick up on innuendo at all I'm really starting to wonder if half the shit I said sounded like that and that's why everyone thought I wanted to fuck starscream We gotta get more pure and good stuff up in here wow okay so let's just start rolling with something random I dunno let's just drop Gyro and PK at an apple farm just get out of this, no robots on the apple farm it's old school. Sorry lil helper wasn't allowed to the apple farm

so that means no wingman, Gyro's gotta turn this apple farm thing into a date without his helper. And I'm not sure he can. I'm sorry what the hell are they doing on an apple farm? is it something else grandma owned? is there a bad guy here? they just getting apples for something I GOT IT a type of fertilizer Gyro made started turning some apple trees into treants so they gotta turn em back into regular trees. They gotta pick apples in order to see if it's a treant or not, so we got a lot of Gyro boostin PK up to reach the high ones that are too high for both of them cause no robots/machines means none of them claws to get high apples I think they both just keep picking apples and ummm you know I could easily go with some sort of admiring PK's ass dealio but I'm going to try to not. They're just picking apples and they're going to go make some jam with it later I guess since they have an entire bag full

I'm not sure who holds the apples, maybe PK cause Gyro's already picking him up at every tree and it wouldn't be fair to have him carry an entire bag of apples as well. So they're just picking apples and killing treants and honestly does anyone see anything wrong with this? isn't it the ideal and perfect date? it's such quality romantic time. Said nobody ever. What the hell was I thinking with this it makes no sense i even told helper to go sit in the car. they're not gonna do shit without someone pushing them. They're just going to do their fuckin job. I bet Gyro was all "I'll tell him today I'll tell him I love him" and helpers all "BZZT!!" and he's like "YEAH" then they show up at this godforsaken apple farm with walking fuckin trees and helper's told he has to wait in the car and PK's picking apples and damn that's a nice ass but FUCK I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING I'M A USELESS FUCKIN SCIENTIST WHO'S ONLY JOB RIGHT NOW IS TO PICK UP A DUCK And he's just dying inside and PK has NO idea cause he's like "aight thanks for being here bro I can't use my spring shoes to reach these cause of the rule so it's a huge help" so Gyro's just like FUCK I'M LITERALLY REPLACING HIS FUCKING SHOES So they get back to the car and helper's giving him those "how'd it go?" filaments and Gyro just looks at him back with those "I'm a pair of shoes" eyes and helper just kinda gives up trying to piece together whatever the fuck that means

[To a statement on the lack of helper] I'm sorry there was a strict no robot policy, he's sitting in the car with the AC on listening to his favorite music while coloring

yes I know 313 has no roof and helper is a robot, apparently PK doesn't care about climate change

Aight I guess that's it right? PKGyro hours are one hour long yeah? Questions? Comments? Concerns? If you would like to tell Tabithor Avius that her temporary hosting was fantastic or a piece of shit, leave your thoughts below

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im-a-gaymess · 3 years

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How do I tell him?

Young!Tom Riddle x Male Reader.

7th Year.

Angsty Fluff? Contains suggestive/smut scenes.

Slight mention of violence (Just Tom wanting to punch the stupid out of people).

Summary: You and Tom are in love with each other, always were, though you only realize it after ending a pretty toxic relationship.

Word Count: 1786

A/N: I thought of this while listening to Strawberries & Cigarettes thought I'd share

[1:42 AM]

"Look, I'm not saying that I want their attention 24/7, it's just that, well, they don't ever try to make time for me. Even when I need them, they're never here. But I'm expected to be there for them at all times. I'm just so tired of it. I don't know what to do anymore." You sighed, lowering your head as your eyes wander around the ground.

You've lost sense of time, place even. Only once you stopped to take a breath did you note how late it became. As you raised your head you saw how dark it really was there. The clouds over the stars making their light nearly non existent, and the moon half hidden behind some trees.

And as your eyes travel all over the quiet, dark yet beautiful sky, Tom's attention is strictly fixed on you.

If only you knew how much that man felt at the moment. Really, he was almost overwhelmed with the amount of different emotions.

For one, how badly he wanted to punch your partner for how deeply they hurt you. He knew, from your previous vents, that there was so much more than them just having no time that bothered you. He wanted to make them cry out apologies with regret guilt for how they made you feel.

But also, he couldn't help but feel the need to hold you, keep you close to him, tell you how everything's going to be alright. How all he wants to do is protect you from all of the world's evil, to keep you from anything that could cause you harm.

Without you even noticing, Tom gently put his hand over yours, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand. How can someone be so,, so endearing,, so loveable and be treated this way? How could someone ever look at him and want to use him? he thought, not brave enough to bring himself to tell you what he truly thinks of you.

"You know you deserve better, right, my love?" he asked, and you, all too familiar with the pet name reply with a little smile. "Would you be surprised if I said yes?" you chuckled, turning to face him, the sight of the boy in front of you making your smile grow a little bigger, causing the other to look at you with loving eyes.

"I still love them, though, I don't even know why, but I do. I still hope they're going to change, even when I know they won't" you continued, a short, awkward laugh leaving your lips.

"Believe me, sweetheart, I know exactly how that feels." he smiled at you, gently stroking your face with his free hand as the two of you continued to talk about everything, and anything, enjoying the company you gave each other.

[Following day, 4:27 PM]

Who knew that drawing in the library's restricted section would be so relaxing? Sketching animals, book covers, objects and even some random fellow housemates. It wasn't so bad, right?

But let's be honest, you were only using it as a means of distraction, trying to get yourself to forget about the fact that you're going to break up with your s/o. You don't even know how Tom managed to convince you.

Of course, it's for the best, you know that. Doesn't change the fact that you feel so damn guilty about it. I mean, why do you even? It's not like they value you, it's not like they won't have other people lined up to take their bullshit right the moment you decide to leave.

Okay, that's it. You're doing it, you're definitely doing it. You mumbled to yourself. After, of course, another art session in your little distraction place.

[5:54 PM]

What's the worst that can happen if I confess? I mean, it's not like the world would end, not like the world would explode and I'd be buried underneath layers of rock and lava.

You had him feeling something he's never even imagined he'd feel; he was nervous. His forehead full of sweat, causing his hair to stick on to him. What are you putting him through?

Friendship...That's all I am to him. I'm just a friend to [Y/N]. He only sees me as a friend. Nothing more than that. Maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't.

[6:11 PM]

To his surprise, Tom heard a knock on his door. He most definitely wasn't in the mood to see, yet even talk to anyone.

"Tommy? My love, are you in there?" You questioned quite loudly, making sure to be heard from across the wall.

That petname, you have no idea what it made him want to do. Did he want to have you underneath him, touch every little bit of your body? Did he want to show you that you're his? Hear you whine and beg for him to kiss you; and so, so much more than you could imagine.

It's not the time to get lost in such sinister thoughts, Tom, he mumbled to himself, finally walking over the room to let you in.

"Hello, darli―" before he could finish, you rushed into his arms. Wrapping your hands around your friend's waist as your head rested under his own. "I missed you all day, dummie" you spoke quietly, finally happy to spend time with him.

He was quite surprised to say the least, you weren't the type to enjoy going for any type of physical affection of any type, unless it was under certain circumstances. Especially the hug being so long.

He wasn't complaining, he adored it, but he couldn't help but worry. Was something wrong? Were you hurt?

"Love, as much as I enjoy moments like this, is there anything you need to tell me? Should I kick anyone's arse?" he raised his brow, looking down at you.

You shook your head, never letting go of the taller man, a smile appearing on your face. How cute he is when he's worried, you thought.

That's pretty much how the rest of the day night went. The two of you in each other's embrace, spending it in utter silence, just glad to be in your own little world together.

You told him, before going back to your dorm, about how you finally broke up with that douchebag, and was your man proud.

The couple next days, weeks even, went by quickly. You and Tom would hang by the library after classes to complete and give help with what the other might have been stuck on.

Tom walks towards you, so dangerously close, you can practically feel his lips on yours. A hand's glued on the wall next to you, right above your head. Your body pressed against a door, his knee right in between your legs, brushing against your crotch. His other hand pulling you closer by your waist, soon planting kisses all over your jaw and neck. You can't help but melt into his touch, his lips- you just want more, more of him.

You gasp, practically jumping up your bed. It was only a dream, wasn't it you thought, sighed in slight disappointment. You wouldn't like to admit it to yourself, but you've been thinking about Tom in a certain way lately.

That only made things worse for you. Because according to you, he would never see you that way. Because the way you saw it, Tom only ever thought of you as a friend.

And so thought he. He was just as disappointed every time he'd dream of the two of you being intimate, romantically, sexually, it didn't matter. He was just as devastated when he woke up. Always went back to sleep hoping those wonderful dreams would go on.

Both of you had a few dreams like those. Some were a whole lot sweeter. Dates together, just the two of you softly making out with the sound of classical music in the background. All of this causing the two of you a bittersweet feeling, thinking that all of this was just hopeless dreams, impossible to come true.

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Starry night, you and him, the lake, the full moon shining bright. There's nothing that could ruin this delightful night. It feels like a dream, so much that you even question the reality of what's going on.

"Is this...real?" you ask Tom, not taking your eyes off the sky you so dearly loved. He raised a brow at you, looking at you in a clearly confused expression.

"If it wasn't, we'd be doing more than just stargazing, love" he chuckled, really hoping you'd take it as a joke.

"What would we be doing then, darling?" you question once again, mocking the way he calls you petnames while at it, a visibly evil smile painted on your face.

Tom takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, turning to face his pretty boy. "Do you really want to know, [Y/N]?"

The usage of your name kind of, just a little bit, frightened you. Not in a necessarily bad way, more like in a 'I have no idea what to expect next' way.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he smirked at you, feeling oddly confident, though your silence and shocked face slowly faded. He was about to mutter apologies 'till you let out a mumble. "I'd like that" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that, my prince? Would you kindly repeat that for me?" he told you with a straight face, making you wonder if he truly didn't hear you. If only you knew the amount of pride he felt at that moment, barely four words and his mind wandering to so, so many things he knew the both of you would like.

The shade of your cheeks changed a bit, was it from embarrassment? Or from the idea that he may actually like you back. Either way, you did repeat what you had told him, blushing even harder as there was an ever-growing smile on your face.

Soon enough, Tom sat up, leaned against a tree nearby. Motioning on his lap, he asked you to sit there, and happily you did.

You've never seen him smile like that. He looked at you like you're the only person in the world. His hands firmly on your cheeks, slowly pulling you in.

Your arms instinctively went around his neck, tilting your head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Once you pulled away to take a breath, his hands rested on your lower waist, his eyes staring at you lovingly as they always did.

"You know I'm no good with words." you looked at him exactly the way he was looking at you; you were truly each other's everything. "I know, my prince" his hand wandered around his loverboy's hair, soon pulling him in yet another kiss.

He knew he loved you, and now he was sure you loved him too. Only thing is, he wasn't sure how to ask you to take over the world with him, but for now, he was happy with what you had, and so were you.

#i loved the process of writing this #I feel like Tom would really treasure the person hes in love with #harry potter x gender neutral reader #harry potter x male reader #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x gendernatural reader #tom marvolo riddle #writing #scenarios #tom riddle headcanon #harry potter #hogwarts #harry potter fanfiction

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baekhansol · 3 years

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relief & reassurance

pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)

genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor

word count: 3812

plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better

warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜

You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.

You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.

"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.

"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.

"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.

"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.

"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.

"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."

You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.

You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.

When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!"

"I will," San responds with a chuckle.

When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.

You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.

"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"

When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"

You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.

"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."

He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.

"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.

"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).

"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.

You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.

"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.

"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.

"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.

"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.

"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.

"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.

His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.

When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.

He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.

"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.

You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.

"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.

"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.

"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.

Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.

“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.

“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.

San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.

“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.

“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.

“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.

He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.

He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.

“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.

You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.

You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.

“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.

“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.

You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.

“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.

San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.

As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.

“What color are you?” he asks.

“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.

San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.

“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.

You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.

“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.

San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.

“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.

“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.

“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.

After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.

“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.

He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.

“I-?”

“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.

“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.

He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.

You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.

“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.

His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.

He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.

San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.

“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.

“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.

“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.

“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.

“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.

“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.

You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”

You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.

“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.

You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.

“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.

“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.

He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.

“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.

“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.

“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.

“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.

You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.

Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.

“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.

“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”

“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.

Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.

San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.

Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.

“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.

“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.

“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.

“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.

“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.

“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.

San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.

“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.

Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.

You nod a little, your orgasm building again. Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.

You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.

“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.

At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.

He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.

You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.

“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.

“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.

San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.

You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.

When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.

San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”

Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.

“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.

Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.

“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.

“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.

Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.

“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.

You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.

“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.

“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.

Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.

“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.

“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.

San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.

“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.

“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.

Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.

Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.

“I love you,” Wooyoung murmurs.

“We love you,” San corrects him, smiling.

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Summary: spencer gets a bit insecure with his body but doesn't let reader know until she starts doubting herself. when she figures it out, she makes sure to show spencer just how much she loves him.

TW: spencer's tummy insecurities, blowjob, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, allusions to sub/dom dynamic i guess?

WC: 3,958

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you weren't stupid. you had noticed the change in spencer's behavior. you just didn't really know what was causing it, is all.

after spencer began teaching at georgetown, he started closing himself off a bit. you had visited him while lecturing beforeand you saw how beloved he was, especially by his female students. first you thought about all of those young girls, but then you remembered how that's not the kind of man spencer was.

so now you were back to being confused.

he was more distant than he's been in the past. when you would go to bed and try to cuddle with him, he would just pull away and roll over to the other side. being so understanding, you would let him be, thinking he'd open up when he's ready.

when you would make the two of you dinner on a rare day off from the bureau, he would either barely eat any of it or he'd just go back to the room altogether.

when you both went out with the team he would mostly just remain in the booth. you could usually get him to dance with you a few times before you decided to call it a night, but you couldn't even do that.

and in the bedroom, he would mostly focus on you, which isn't a bad thing at all. it's just... different. you hadn't actually had sex with each other in around three weeks, something you didn't want to push on him because obviously... no. but you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't want to.

you had started thinking, and that could be a scary place for you sometimes. you started thinking maybe he wasn't attracted to you anymore.

it made sense in your mind. the way he wouldn't dance with you anymore, wouldn't sit down for a meal with you, didn't want to have sex anymore, everything. it was the only logical thing you could think of as to why his behavior started to change.

you could either mope around because he's been acting different or now you could rekindle that flame. so you came up with a plan.

"spencer?" you approached him after you got out of the shower, a towel wrapped snug around your torso.

"yea, sweetie?" he asked, looking up from the spot in his book.

"i was thinking..." you trailed off, "we have a couple days off from the bureau and it's been a while since we've had a date night," your aided your eyebrows suggestively.

"you want to have a date night?" he asked in return, sitting up in the bed to get a better look at you.

"mmhmm," you nodded your head enthusiastically as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

"how does tonight sound?" he smiled at your reaction. you nodded your head once more. "ok great! i'll make reservations at- y'know what? it'll be a surprise. dress nicely, alright?" he said with a devious grin.

"sir, yes, sir," you smiled, making your way to his side of the bed.

you placed your hands on the sides of his face as he looked up and down your towel clad body, a smirk on his face. you connected your lips gently, surprised when he kissed back as fervently as he did. his hands quickly found your waist, making you chest to chest.

"7:30?" he asked once more, earning a muffled 'mmhmmm' against his lips.

"i'm gonna start getting ready, alright?" you said as you ran your hand through his hair.

"mmkay," he mumbled, his thumbs stroking your sides before you slowly ripped yourself away from him.

since it was already 2 in the afternoon, you had a bit of cushion time to get ready. you decided to wear your natural hair, a feature spencer really liked about you. you also did your makeup pretty natural. you applied a little bit of concealer, powder, bronzer, blush, and mascara.

for clothes, you opted for a white bodycon dress that went mid thigh and had a tiny slit for cleavage.

when you were finally ready, it was just past 7. you stepped out of the bathroom after doing some finishing touches on your hair and stepping into some white pumps.

you made your way into your shared bedroom, slowly running your hand along the doorframe as you admired the view in front of you.

spencer stood in the mirror, attempting to straighten his tie, with a navy blue suit on. his undershirt was a lighter shade of blue, his shoes black. when he turned to face you, you could see his face turning several shades of rouge.

"you look great, spence," you smiled as you began to walk towards him.

"i-you-i um... you look beautiful," he replied, biting his bottom lip gently as you placed your hand on his chest.

"thank you," you hummed as you wrapped your other arm around his body, really just to pull him closer to you. "i love you," you said so softly it was nearly inaudible.

you had said the usual 'love you's' nearly every night you had together as well as in public when on cases. but saying 'i love you' is extremely different than saying 'love you'.

saying 'i love you' is giving your own love to another person. it's letting them have full reign over your heart no matter how they plan on using it. saying 'love you' is only giving them a portion of your love. you still have that restraint and construction that doesn't allow you to be as vulnerable as when you say the 'i'.

"love you too, sweet girl. always," he replied, placing a kiss atop your head as he snaked his arms around your torso. "when did you get this dress? i don't remember seeing it before," he asked, resting his chin on your head.

"last weekend when you didn't want to go out, the girls and i went shopping. it was on sale; 25% off. i thought it was a pretty good deal," you smugly mumbled against his chest.

"that's my girl," he chuckled before you released him from your grip. "ready to go?"

"yup. i'm just gonna get my purse and we can head out," you motioned towards the living room.

you would normally be the one to drive since he has his anxieties about the road and all, but since he made the place a surprise it was on him to get the both of you there on time. he rested one hand on your thigh as his other was used to steer. you placed your hand on top of his, interlacing your fingers.

you didn't understand what was wrong. maybe he was faking the whole 'normal spencer' act? he's not acting like he doesn't love you right now. he seemed pretty attracted to you earlier when you came into the bedroom. you just didn't understand. you needed answers, but you could get those later.

when you finally arrived, you recognized the restaurant from one of rossi's spiels about which places serve 'the most authentic italian food he's had besides himself, of course'.

"rossi would be proud, spence," you chuckled as he opened the door for you.

"i actually had him pull a few strings with the owner of this place, apparently they're old family friends?" he said, placing a hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the host. "two for spencer reid please," the host looked at the clipboard on the podium before looking back up and giving the two of you a smirk.

"right this way, please," he smiled at spencer who looked at you with his lips pressed together in anticipation.

you followed the man up a set of stairs before he opened a large door for the two of you. you walked out, arm intertwined with spencer's, and found you were on the rooftop of the restaurant.

there was greenery all around you, fairy lights adorning every surface to give an amazing ambiance that set the most romantic mood imaginable. there was a small wooden table in the center of the floor, lit by one candle. there was a single red rose, obviously there to signify a meaning.

"i think those strings are pretty well tied, spence," you chuckled he began leading you to the table.

"i'm glad you like it," he removed his arm from yours so he could pull a chair out for you, pushing it back in once ready.

"it's so beautiful. the rose is a nice touch, too. was that your idea or rossi's?" you chuckled as you picked up the red flower to smell it.

"mine, actually," he smiled widely. "i've realized how long it's been since we've gone out together, and i wanted to do something special for you," he said as he sat beside you, taking your hand in his.

"i feel special right now," you smiled, placing a small kiss to his hand and never wanting to let go.

the rest of dinner went smoothly. you didn't ask him about his behavior, you felt like that was something that should be done in private.

now that you had gotten back home, you kicked off your heels, being sure to put them on your shoe rack to avoid later havoc, and sat down on the couch.

"wine?" spencer asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

"oh, i'm alright. i had some with dinner, thank you," you smiled as you waited for him to return.

once he got back, he placed two cups of iced water down on the coffee table and sat beside you. you curled into his side instinctively, feeling his muscles tense from the contact. you pulled back, searching his face for any discomfort.

"spencer...?" you whispered in his direction.

"yea, sweet girl?" he whispered back, you took a deep breath.

"are-are we okay?" you mumbled, not bothering to look at him.

"what do you mean? of course we're okay. we're okay, right?" he asked, backing up from you so he could get a better look.

"yes! but..." you trailed off, trying to find the courage. "it's just that lately you've been kind of off. you haven't been cuddling with me," you motioned to the couch. "you haven't danced with me like you used to. tonight's the first time we've been out in nearly a month. you won't even have sex with me. and..." you took a deep breath, "you haven't said 'i love you' in a really long time."

there was a pause. a long one. it was longer than a plank minute. you weren't looking at spencer at all, avoiding his eye contact in pure fear, just waiting for his answer.

"i'm sorry," he replied.

just an i'm sorry. now you knew, you were done. he didn't love you. it was all a show. he just wanted to make up for the past few weeks tonight, give you one last amazing memory before he broke the tie.

he would leave you. wondering what you did wrong. wondering why he had to go. wondering why you weren't good enough. you felt the tears in your eyes well up.

"don't cry, sweetie. i'm not-i'm not, we're okay,"he corrected, his hands cupping your face and wiping your teary cheeks clean. "i was just apologizing for me. i've been..." he sighed. "i've been gaining weight," now he was the one whispering.

"weight?" you sniffled, your hands ghosting over his on your face.

"yea," he replied, dropping his hands. "i've just been a bit insecure about it. that's why when we would cuddle i'd move away, i didn't want you to catch on to the weight," he shrugged.

"and the dancing...?"

"basically the same reason."

"and the going out?"

"i didn't want you to realize that some of my pants don't... they don't fit anymore," he winced as if the reveal hurt him.

"and the sex? you're still...?" you asked for reassurance.

"are you kidding? of course i'm attracted to you. do you see yourself?" he huffed in disbelief. "i just didn't want you to see me. my stomach, or arms," he sighed once more

"spencer, honey," you scooted closer to him on the couch, placing a hand on his shoulder and face. "i love you. you. you and your genius mind. the most romantic dates you plan for me. i love the way you lick your lip when you concentrate. the way you rub your hands together when you're presenting the profile. i love the rants you go on about anything and everything. i love you, spencer. and for the weight, that's perfectly alright. i love all of you," you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

"i'm sorry i didn't talk to you about it sooner," he whispered against your mouth.

"it's alright spence. i understand," you sighed as he began kissing down your jawline. "i love you so, so much. you have no idea."

"i think i have a bit of an idea," he hummed against your neck.

"how about i show you?" you gave him a sly grin, your hands wandering to his belt buckle to undo it.

"oh-o-okay," he gave a small smile to you as you finally undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down together. you gently grasped his length, planting a kiss at the tip and trailing them down his shaft. "pl-please, y/n."

"shhh, i've got you, baby boy," you quieted him.

you licked a long stripe along the prominent vein, making sure to keep your eyes on him as you did so. his eyes fluttered shut, rolling to the back of his head as your tongue got higher on his length. once you got to the top, you gradually took him in. you hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue on the underside of his cock.

"fuck, y/n," he moaned, his hands reaching for your hair but hesitating whilst waiting permission.

"go ahead, you can touch me," you pressed his hand to the top of your head. "today's all about you, sweet boy."

when you went back to your ministrations, you made sure to use your hand on the rest of his dick that wouldn't fit in your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, mostly guided by spencer's hold on you.

going by spencer's pace, it was rather quick and steady. you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes. you were tempted to blink them away but you couldn't not watch him in his euphoric state.

his head was tilted back, not enough to make it impossible to see his face. his eyes were lidded as his mouth was slightly agape, his breathing becoming more and more unsteady the longer you went on.

"oh my god, can i cum, mommy?" he asked in a high pitched voice, you hummed around his length as you continued to bob your head. "really? i can cum?" you quickly took your head off of his length for the shortest of seconds.

"go ahead, cum for me," and you dropped your head back on his length.

"oh thank you," he sighed in relief and gratitude. "thank you, ohh fuck yes, mommy," he groaned as he came down your throat with more 'thank you's and 'oh my god's.

"are you alright, sweet boy?" you asked as you rose to your knees.

"i'm more than alright, y/n," he said as he gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. "god, i love you so much," he began kissing your jawline once more.

"really? i had no idea," you joked as you tilted your head for better access.

"how about i show you?" he asked, his hands trailing down to your hips.

"you know how much i would love that, but i want to focus on you tonight. is that alright, bunny?" you asked, your hand gripping his chin softly to make him face you.

you had called him bunny once you found out how much he liked it when you rode him. he loved watching the way your breasts would bounce as you plopped down on him, not to mention how good and deep he could get inside you.

because of how much he liked it, doing that was always a treat for him. when he was especially good for you, did really good on a case, or when it was a special occasion you would allow it.

"yes, ma'am. it's alright," he nodded best he could with your hold on his chin. "b-but i want to taste you so bad," he pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"really? you wanna taste me so bad, honey?" you asked, your hand trailing down to his jawline as he nodded eagerly. "mmm, since you're just so cute i guess i'll let you."

"really?" his eyes widened.

"yea, really," you smiled at his surprise. "let's go to the bedroom now," you said as you rose off his lap, knowing spencer wasn't far behind you on your walk to the room.

you sat down at the bed, your feet dangling over the edge. spencer made his way to his knees, sitting down in front of you and looking up at you with pleading eyes.

"go ahead, bunny. you have permission to touch me all night," you granted him, your hand going to his hair as he pushed your dress up to slip off your underwear, beginning to pepper kisses along your thighs slowly.

his tongue made one stripe along your folds, your head shooting back with a loud moan. large hands grasped your hips to keep you near his face, knowing you would be squirming away eventually, as he continued to lap up your arousal.

"you're such a good boy, spencer," you praised him, noticing the affect the compliment had on him as he became much eager. "just like that, right there, right there, YES!" you hollered as you tugged his hair to bring him closer to you.

spencer had always been one for praise. part of you wondered why, but the other part didn't even care because you loved praising him. you call him your good boy because that's what he is. he's your good boy.

part of him being your good boy was him always being able to send you over the edge so quickly, and only by using his mouth.

"ohhh fuck! yes, spencer," you gripped his hair by the roots, a groan leaving his mouth and sending you into oblivion.

you practically had to tear him off of you, he's such an overachiever. he had a wide smile on his face as you brought him up to kiss you before he had even wiped your juices off his face.

"lay back, bunny," you motioned to the headboard. "i'm gonna ride you tonight."

"really?" he asked yet again.

"yes, really," you nearly laughed out. "do you wanna take your shirt off or leave it on?" you asked as you crawled on top of him.

"i um, i can take it off," he nodded.

"want me to do it for you, sweetie?" you asked, your hands finding their way to his chest as he nodded his head slowly. "alright."

so you did just that. you undid every button on his shirt, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed to you until it was all the way off.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy, spencer," you traced kisses back up to his neck, nipping his jawline gently as you placed him at your entrance. "my pretty boy."

"yo-your's. i'm a- i'm all your's," he huffed out as you slowly sank down on his length. "oh my god... feels so good," he groaned as he took your breasts in both of his hands.

"yea? you like the way my pussy feels around your pretty dick, bunny?" you enticed, enjoying the way his dick twitched inside of you. "ohh you like it when mommy talks to you too, huh? you like it when i talk about how good, how deep you get inside of me. how much i love those pretty little moans coming from you right now," you groaned out, feeling yourself get closer with every bounce and roll of your hips.

"mo-mommy, please," he shrieked out. "oh feels so good, wet, tight," he moaned, his hips bucking up to meet your pace.

you placed your hands on his chest as you began moving your hips at a much more rapid pace, not missing the way his thrusts followed suit. he always was an eager little bunny.

normally, you'd get on to him for being such a greedy brat but since he'd been such a good boy for you all night you'd oblige and let him have his fun.

"keep going, sweet boy," you encouraged him. "i'm so close, spence. come inside of me," you demanded.

much like you riding him, him being able to come inside of you was a treat. it was a reward for good behavior, because that's what he loves the most. because if you thought he liked you riding him, he was absolutely feral when it comes to being able to come undone inside of your body, feeling that close and intimate with you.

"i-i'm gonna come," he whimpered. "oh my god i'm gonna come."

"go ahead, bunny. i want your cum all inside me, baby. let it out," you egged him on.

what gave it away wasn't just the shoot of cum that now covered your walls, but the beautiful moans and pants that came from spencer while doing so. the way his head tilted back more, his mouth became slightly more agape as his upper chest a brighter shade of red. absolutely beautiful.

the intenseness from his high spurred that of your own in return. your legs began to shake as he kept thrusting inside of you, not only to help you through your orgasm but to also fuck his back inside of you.

"good boy, spencer. such a good boy," you breathed out once you had fully come down from your high.

you rested your head on his chest for a moment, trying to catch your breath before finally getting off him. you grabbed his hands and led him to the bathroom to start a bath for the two of you.

you let him lay back against your chest as you played with his hair. he nearly fell asleep because of how soothing the bath salts were, those were his favorites during your aftercare routine.

after you both dried your bodies off, you made sure to dry his hair for him, something he's become rather accustomed to. he just loved you playing with his hair, in all reality.

laying back in bed, his head back on your chest, you still played with his hair.

"spencer?" you asked, continuing on when you heard the quiet hum from him. "you know how much i love you?" he nodded against your body. "good. because i want you to know that no matter what you look like, super thin or a bit filled out, i will always love you. and you can always come to me about that too. if you're feeling insecure or upset?"

"i know. i was just... embarrassed about it," he mumbled against your skin.

"i know, bunny. but i'll show you that there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer x reader #smut #mgg smut #mgg fic #mgg x reader #comfort #comfort fic #comfort smut

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a thought: tiger and bill’s anniversary is coming up. except, poor bill has been working himself into the ground. he’s been so busy that he completely forgets that the date is coming up. he’s usually so good about it, making sure to book a weekend getaway or something fun and romantic like that. but this time around, he’s completely forgotten. and tiger knows he did, because his brain is in the gutter. and at first, she waits it out, hoping he’ll remember in time. but she listens to him on the phone with his agent, scheduling things that would happen to fall on their anniversary, and she knows it’s a lost cause. so she takes matters into her own hands. she does the weekend getaway booking, she thinks up all the romantic details they enjoy. and she also calls up his agent and explains that he needs the weekend clear, because of the special day. and let’s say you can’t spring stuff on bill, because he gets all discombobulated. you have to prepare him ahead of time. so tiger tried to keep it secret for as long as possible but knows she eventually has to warn him. and when she does, bill could just kick himself, because for the first time since they’ve been together, he’s actually forgotten their anniversary. and he tries apologizing profusely but tiger isn’t having it. although she was a little hurt in the beginning, she understands that the poor guy has been so overwhelmed, so exhausted lately. he hasn’t had time to plan anything. so, they go away for the weekend. and it’s exactly what both of them need. and bill, well, he definitely makes it up to her in the end 🤓

Oh sweet nani, how I love this.

I'm such a huge, huge fan of the concept of a mulligan, in their relationship. I think 99% of the time, these two get it right. They're there for each other when it matters, and they don't drop the ball. But sometimes--sometimes they mess up. They're human, it happens. And I love this concept that when one of them feels as if the entire world is against them, when just everything is going wrong--I love this concept that they can find the solace, the break that they need, in the other. The one person in the world who will just give them a break.

And I love this ask for so many reasons, but one of the biggest is just this thought of like...tiger being the baddest bitch in town, and just taking care of shit herself. She could be mad as hell at him. She could be furious. She could mope and be sad and let the whole day go to shit.

Or, for once, she can be his hero and just take care of shit and plan something nice. And that's exactly what she does.

He's around for the weeks leading up to it, but he's on a million auditions, a million self-tapes, he has some intense promo starting for one of his movies. He's shooting magazines, doing interviews. He's booked for the next few weeks now, and tiger kind of hangs back to see if maybe it's a ruse or he's planning something that he doesn't want her to know about. Bill is always full of surprises like that, letting her believe one thing and then at the last minute, throwing a curveball. Bill so just rarely forgets things, especially important dates, so for a few days tiger doesn't say anything as his schedule books up and he makes plans. But then is becomes pretty evident, when she overhears him talking to his agent, that this...this isn't a ruse. He's booking things for that day, for the day before, for the day after. His schedule is completely full, and Bill is oblivious.

Tiger feels for her Big Dude. A moment of self-pity washes over her, that small little nagging lack of self-confidence showing its ugly head, but it quickly dissipates when she sees just how exhausted he is. He's gaunt, pale, she knows he's not sleeping well, and his schedule is just insane. She knows he's not all there, she knows that he's just trying to process and take it one fucking day at a time so he can survive. He's a shell, he has been for a month, barely eating and sleeping enough to survive. Anything extra is so far from his mind at the moment, and when tiger realizes that, she goes from a pity party to a protective lioness. Her dude needs her help, he needs to relax, and she certainly isn't going to let an anniversary go by unnoticed. She wants him to know how loved he is, how much she appreciates him, and how much she just....she's got him, you know? It's him and her, always. Come what may.

So tiger starts dealing with shit. Calls his agent when he's off shooting some magazine cover. Tells her that she's going to need him for Saturday and Sunday, and to reschedule his other stuff. To not tell him. And whatever it is that he's telling his agent to fit in on Saturday and Sunday somewhere--well, that's just too damn bad.

And I love this concept that like, you can't spring stuff on Bill. He doesn't like it. Enough of Bill's life is a surprise that he has a lot of anxiety surrounding surprises--hell, going to a fucking grocery store on a Tuesday morning for him has the potential to hold a lot of surprises. Will he get recognized? Will he get stopped by a fan? Will someone take a photo of him without him knowing? When they're out with friends, will somebody try to bring someone new? Is that new person a fan, and did this on purpose to try and get into his inner circle? Enough of Bill's life is full of unpleasant surprises that he just...he doesn't like them. It makes him edgy. He needs to know.

So tiger keeps it secret for as long as she can. She looks up cottages somewhere remote, somewhere quiet. She even rents the cottage for a day before and goes up there while he's working, she does the groceries and gets some champagne, some wine, some dessert.

But a good 48 hours before, she has to tell him. And she has to think real hard about how to go about it, because she doesn't want him to feel bad or guilty--not even for a second. So when he comes home at 11PM that night, looking exhausted and skeletal, tiger greets him with a kiss and shoves a negroni into his hand.

"Thanks kid," he says hoarsely. Dinner is ready, she ate earlier but a plate is in the microwave for him. She waits until he takes a sip of his drink, then pulls him down for a kiss again. She stands on her tip toes and loops her arms around his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug. She smiles when she hears him sniff her hair.

"How was your day?" she asks lowly. He sighs, pulling away and pressing his lips to her again before swigging another sip of his drink.

"It was a day," he murmurs. She smiles sympathetically at him.

"I have something to show you," she says, and then she takes him by the hand and leads him to the bedroom. On the bed are two duffel bags, already packed. Bill looks at her quizzically, but tiger just smiles reassuringly.

"This weekend is our anniversary--no, don't. Don't you dare," she says softly when his eyes widen and his face falls--he just looks defeated. So utterly defeated. She cups a hand on his cheek. "Just listen. I took care of it. We leave Saturday morning, and we're back Sunday night."

"But I...tiger my schedule...." he stammers. He's getting flustered, and he's so pissed off at himself--god, he never forgets things. Especially not things this important.

"I worked with your agent bud," she says, "Your schedule is clear. Whatever was booked on Saturday and Sunday got pushed to a few days next week. If that's okay?"

Bill just looks at her, regret etched all over his face. And tiger genuinely begins to worry--maybe this was a bad idea, and one that would stress him out even more.

"Billy?" she prompts, "If that's okay?"

Bill just downs the rest of his drink, cusses in frustration and then pulls her in for a tight hug.

"Of course it's okay," he tells her, "Fuck, of course it's okay. I'm so, so sorry tiger."

"Don't be," she mumbles into his chest, "Don't be, bud. It's okay. I planned something real nice for us."

"But I should have planned--"

"No. None of that," she reprimands. He just sighs, and she taps his empty glass. "Another one?"

He nods, but when she goes to step away he pulls her back by her elbow.

"You mean the world to me kid," he murmurs, "I hope you know that."

"I do," she smiles at him, "And right back atcha. Are you hungry?"

She sits him down at the table, and tells him about their upcoming weekend. Where the cottage is, what the menu will be. She babbles excitedly about the lobsters she got which he'll have to cook because tiger just cannot throw the little things in the boiling water. She tells him about the fireplace and the pool and the sauna, she tells him about the California king bed and the twinkle lights and the hot tub. Bill feels like total shit, he can't help it, but tiger's enthusiasm and her joy is also pretty infectious.

"You better get that look off your face," she threatens suddenly, and Bill quirks a brow as he swallows.

"What look?"

"That pouty, mopey look," she says as she swigs her wine, "Of all the amazing things you can do with your mouth, pouting isn't one of them."

He smirks at that.

"What is one of them?" he asks.

"I'll let you know via special request Saturday night."

And listen, Bill maybe just looks pitiful enough that tiger eventually manhandles him from the table, throws him on the bed and gives him some of the best head of his life. She wants to make it clear to him that he didn't mess up--not in the slightest--and that he shouldn't feel bad. The two of them, they've got each other's backs. And this time, it's tiger's turn to step in and have his.

And I'll bet after seeing how upset he is with himself, tiger just doubles down on her efforts--and she absolutely gets herself a real nice lingerie piece, to add to her collection. Most of her lingerie is green and gold just out of sheer habit because of Bill's little crush.

Except Bill, likewise, is feeling like he has a whole lot to make up for--and he plans on doing just that. Tiger was all ready to take care of her Big Dude this weekend, make him feel loved and cared for, but instead tiger can't even fucking walk. She spends the entire weekend in that oh so precarious state between pain and pleasure, too drunk off of it to even know her own goddamn name, and Bill starts to finally feel as if his (non-existent) debt is paid.

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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vdlest · 3 years

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Nice to meet you

Characters:

TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:

The restaurant where Bucky always take Yori to eat with him is where you actually work. You've been watching and staring at him for quite some time now, but didn't have the courage to introduce yourself to him. But what happens when Yori asked Bucky to take you out?

Warning:

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There they are again. You see two familiar faces entering the restaurant you are working at. You've been seeing this guy who is in his late 30s accompanied by an elderly for quite some time now. You don't know if they are father & son, or anything, but one thing's for sure, you like the guy. You like him even if you don't know what his name is, even if you have no idea who he is. His treatment to the elder guy is enough reason to like him.

No one is taking their table so you took the chance to finally have a closer look of the guy you've been liking for quite some time. Whenever they come, you are either busy with another table or assigned in the cashier. But this time, the opportunity is in front of you.

So you took it.

"Hi, ready to order?" you asked them casually, even if your stomach is getting butteflies inside it. Is this his effect to you? You don't know.

The older man stared at you and smiled, "Just call me Yori. I can guess you're calling me "old man" in your thoughts," he joked.

Yori's joke made you chuckle, "Okay, Yori, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N and I'll be your server for today," you said as you get the paper and pen on your pocket to get their orders, but still no luck from the man you've been eyeing, you still don't know what his name is, "What can I get you for your lunch?" you asked them, glancing at the man who's still busy looking at the menu.

"I'll have Fish and Chips, old man's been craving it since last night," Yori said looking at you. Good thing you were able to switch your eyes to Yori, but when he smiled at you, he must've seen you looking at the man beside him. Yori's smile made you somehow nervous.

You tried to act normal and turned to the man beside Yori, hoping that you would finally know his name by the end of this day.

"How 'bout you, Sir? What can..." you weren't able to finish your question for him when his eyes finally met yours. It was only a matter of time before you realized that this man has a gorgeous pair of blue eyes. You cleared your throat, "What can I get you?" you asked him, dismissing the thought of fantasizing about him.

"I'll just have Clam Chowder," he answers you as he handed you the menu, "Thank you."

"Would you care for anything to drink, then?" you grabbed the menu from his hand, "You should..."

"You should ask her out," Yori said to the guy beside him, making your eyes widened in surprise.

His reaction was same as yours, he's almost embarassed to what Yori just said. Your cheeks are burning red in your guess, but you tried to be as professional as possible. One more thing, you don't want the guy to think that you're into him, that'll make things more awkward as it is now.

"Yori," the man glared at Yori before he moved his eyes back to you, "I'm sorry, he's just really like this from time to time."

You are already getting tired of calling him "guy" or "man." You've been wanting to know his name but God knows how?

"It's fine," you replied then you prepare yourself to leave, "If there's anything you need from me, just let me know. Thank you."

"His name is James," Yori said as you turn your back on them, but you pretended that you did not hear it since you're already inches away from them.

Now, you finally know what his name is.

•••

When their order is finally ready, you took a deep breath before heading your way to their table. Things are more awkward now. You wished that you weren't their server so you'll just get to watch and like him from afar. Not like this.

"Here's your order," you tried your best to smile from ear to ear, even though you're feeling embarassed and a bit awkward already. You put down their orders and once you're done you told them to enjoy their meal.

"So what's a pretty lady like you doing here?" Yori asked you.

Oh, great, small talk, you thought.

You badly want to go back inside the kitchen and start serving other customers but you remembered what your manager told you when the customers make a small talk with you — answer them and interact with them, that way they'll have the will to come back.

"I'm just saving up money to start my own business," you answered Yori.

You could see in your peripheral that James is looking at you. As much as you want to know what kind of look he's giving you, you fight that idea.

"I like business-minded people. They are the best in organization and handling things," he complimented. "You got a boyfriend?" he asked you another question.

You shook your head and smile, "No, I don't. I guess that's the downside of being a business-minded, no one dares to date you," you joked.

"I think I'll take that dare."

Your eyes traveled to James who suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry, you're what?" you asked him.

"You think no one dares to date business-minded woman? I'll tell you, what," he smiles at you, "I like accepting dares."

Is he asking you out?

"Just in case you're puzzled with his words," Yori joined the conversation again, making you look his way again, "He's asking you out."

"Really?" you asked Yori.

Your eyes moved back to James and the way he stares at you makes your heart skip a beat, countless times. Your fingers gripped on the tray you're holding, trying to contain your happiness.

"What time's the end of your shift?" he asked.

You gulped, "I'm out by 6."

"Great, I'll come back at 6 to pick you up, then," he extended his hand towards you, "I'm James Barnes, but call me Bucky."

You reached for his hand, "Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm Y/N." The touch of his soft hand on yours answers all your untold questions about him.

Ever since you saw him, you kept on asking yourself what it feels like to be his girl, what it feels like to be hugged by him, what if feels like to hold hands with him, and what if feels like to be kissed by his lips. But now, the touch of his hand on yours and the fact that you two have a date later is more than enough.

•••

When he said he's gonna be at your workplace at 6, he meant he's gonna be 30 minutes early. You asked him to sit down on one of the vacant tables, when he did, he handed you the bouquet of flowers he's holding. You didn't want to conclude that it was meant for you, but when he handed it to you, your heart melted like an ice cream under the sun.

As you finished your shift, you and Bucky went on your way. He said he already had everything planned out, so he did not bother to ask you where you want to go. Well, that's how you like it anyway. You want to be surprised.

The two of you ended up in the nearby beach, before you settled down in the sand, you passed by some food stalls and that's where you and Bucky bought food and drinks for your date.

"I hope you like sunsets," he said as both of you sat down on the sand and started munching over the food you guys bought, "I should've asked you abour where you want to go, but..." he seemed a little nervous so you cut him off.

"I like it."

His eyes went to yours and now he's puzzled, "You like what in particular?" he asked.

You smiled, "I like all of these. I like sunsets. I like how you planned this night for us. I like it. I appreciate it." You handed him his drink, "I'm not expert in date ideas as well, so no worries."

He chuckled and that's the only time you noticed how cute he is when he laugh and smile, especially his cheeks reaching for his eyes.

"I haven't dated anyone in decades so that explains my old fashioned ways and ideas," you don't know what he means when he said he haven't dated in decades.

"What are you? A 80 year old man?" you joked.

"Actually a hundred and six."

You burst into laughter but his face remained serious, "You are so funny, Bucky." You sighed as you stare on the sunset in front of you, "You know, some of my classmates bullied me when I was in elementary 'cause they think I'm an old soul or something, so don't worry if someone thinks of you as an old-fashioned or something. It's not really bad."

He frowned, "Why did they bullied you?"

"Because they found out that I'm listening to The Beatles, Paul Anka, Frankie Valli, and not into Britney Spears or something trendy during our time," you explained. You took a deep breath once more, "I guess I just really prefer old and classic songs. I find them amusing and the words that they used in making them feels like they are really talking to you and your soul."

You could still remember back in the day, you asked your dad to bought you a vinyl because you were fascinated by it.

"So what's your favorite song?" Bucky asked you.

"Can't take my eyes off of you, it's really classic," you said before taking a sip from your drink. "That was also my parents' theme song when they got married," sadness took over you when you remembered your late parents, "That was also the song I sang for them during their funeral."

You felt Bucky's eyes on you.

You turn to him and nodded to his unsaid question, "I'm an orphan now. They died because of a car accident. And when they died I used to live with my grandma but she died ad well three years ago, that makes me independent from then on. That makes me alone and living my own life." You tried giving him a smile, "How about you? What are your favorites?" you changed the topic.

But even though you already changed the topic he did not let go of the fact that something changed in your mood when you talked about your parents.

"I know how hard it is to lose both of your parents. I felt them too," he reached for your hand, making you shiver, "But if they'd see you now, I'll bet they're proud of the woman you are now."

You looked down and smile, "Why do you even talk like you already know me?" you asked him. "You and I just met," you reminded him as you look back at him.

"We just met but I've seen you and how hard you work in that restaurant every single time I was there and every time I pass by it," he revealed.

All along you thought he doesn't know you exist, but he does. He's totally aware of your existence and he knows how hard worker you are.

"Don't feel bad for being alone and independent, 'cause you should be proud of yourself. You know how to take care of yourself without depending or relying your happiness to other people. Sometimes living alone isn't that bad, it will let you experience things that will taught you a lot of lessons in life," you felt he squeezed your hand, making your eyes travel to your and his hands holding together.

You learned from him that he's not related to Yori, they are just neighbors and he's just trying to help Yori as the latter is living on his own.

Once darkness consumed the sky, the two of you head back to your apartment, which is only a few blocks away from the place where you work. You asked him if he wants to have a cup of coffee, he said yes but before you guys could enter your apartment, he received a phone call. After he talked someone over the phone, he said he needed to go.

"Is everything alright?" you asked him concernly. You noticed the sudden change of his mood after he took the call.

He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry I need to go but I promise, I'll call you and text you." Both of you already exchanged numbers so you just got to wait when he will call and text you. But you said to yourself you're not gonna expect anything, "I had a wonderful time with you tonight and God knows I didn't want to end our date like this but I just got to go. It's call of duty."

You don't understand what he mean by call of duty but you have no other choice but to let him go.

"Take care, Bucky," that's all you could tell him.

You could tell in his reaction that he isn't happy with the answer he got from you.

Somehow, you are telling yourself to not expect anything from him. In that way, you won't get your hopes up and you won't end up getting hurt and disappointed. It's better that way.

You were about to close your door when his hand stopped you from doing so.

"Wha--"

Before you could say a word, he walked towards you and closed the space between the two of you as he leaned in to claim your lips.

The sweet taste of his lips makes your knees weak, but his arms rescued you and gently pinned you against the door. It's not long before you kissed him back and enjoy the taste of his lips.

Last night you dreamed of meeting him, of knowing him, and tonight, you'll be sleeping peacefully as you get satisfaction of meeting him, having a date with him, and getting the chance to kiss him. What a progress in a day.

When you heard your neighbor coming out the other door, you pulled away from your kiss.

You and Bucky stared at each other while waiting for your neighbor to evaporate.

Once your neighbor is gone, he kissed your lips one more time. When he pulled away, he smiled at you, "That's the first time I kissed a woman in decades, so if it's that bad, give me the consideration," he joked.

"No," you shook your head, "No one ever kissed me that good before."

His smile grew wider as he gave your cheeks a caress, "I'll see you when I get back."

"Don't promise anything to me, Bucky. Just do it," you said before entering your apartment and closing your door.

Like what you said, you will not expect anything for the coming days or even weeks. You won't do anything about it. You won't get your hopes up and wait for his move, it's up to him whether he'll call you or not. But a little part of you hope that he will.

A little hope wouldn't hurt anyway.

-v.dl

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Stressed Out (Sunset Curve x Reader)

A/n: So starting off I've made a master list that I'm posting real soon for you all to access my stories without the scrolling. In order to post it I have to update my post about my requests/taglist and soon because I do get a lot on that comments that ask for more Charlie or more Owen and I wanna give you guys that but I also wanna make sure that I get through the requests that you guys send me with plots and storylines. It just makes it like a thousand times easier to have something to work off of. Opposed to me coming up with my own storylines that I have to do a lot of reading on my own to get my gears working! But again thank you guys for the comments! And finally I wanna say thank you for sending in your requests and your feed back. It is much appreciated!

Disclaimer: Alex is bi in this one not taking away from the fact that he's gay in the show it just runs best for this storyline! There is no Bobby btw! Haven’t written a foursome with 3 guys before so it might suck ass. And it’s not much but it’s something so enjoy my fellow fantoms!

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I internally groaned walking into school. I wasn't the worst student. But by far I certainly was not the best. Which is why I had a reputation since I first arrived to high school.

That and I was in a band with 3 of my best friends. Who all happened to be guys. Hot guys at that.

Which automatically made me the schools slut. It was fine with me but the boys didn't like the label.

No matter how true it was.

"Hey y/n heard you gave Mike Dawson a blowjob this weekend. Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore of a slut"

"Mind your fucking business Hayley" I heard a familiar voice speak up for me. A smirk spreading on my face as I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.

"Did she come to you right after Patterson? What's it like to be her sloppy seconds?" Hayley Becker spoke with a wicked evil smirk plastered on her face.

"Fucking amazing actually. God the long nights we have. It's so great" I heard another familiar voice from my left. A large hand intertwining my fingers with theirs. She rolled her eyes clearly not expecting my boys to speak up for me. But then again neither was I.

"Slut"

"Skank"

"Whore"

"Bitch" I spoke as the bell rang.

"Just watch your back y/l/n" She said before turning around and walking away.

"She will!" Reggie shouted after the dark haired girl. The three of us expectantly looking at our bandmate.

"What? I didn't even get to tell her we would too" I sighed shaking my head at the boy.

"Thanks for sticking up for me guys but I can do that myself"

"We know. But your our girl. And apart of this band so we're kinda obligated" Alex spoke as the four of us walked to first period.

"Your really not"

"Come on y/n you know we're still gonna do it"

"I know and I only let you today cause I can't deal with that bitch at this time of day. I mean seriously it's 8:00 o'clock in the morning. Does she not have anything better to do than spread rumors about me?"

"Apparently not. So you and Jake Mills behind the church?" Reggie asked.

"Didn't happen considering I was with you idiots all weekend. You know your the only guys I touch" I bit my lip hearing the three of them chuckle.

"Yeah well it better stay that way. I don't wanna hear Trevor O'Connor bragging about banging you in the boys locker room again"

"Schools golden boy?" I questioned.

"He tried starting the rumor yesterday during p.e but we quickly shut it down" Reggie explained as I stopped a few feet away from the science room to continue talking.

"So Hayleys boyfriend wants to bang me? Wow"

"Yeah but don't even fucking thing about" Luke said pushing me up against the lockers beside us.

"I wasn't. Unless you guys piss me off" I grinned pushing him off of me. Opening the door a few feet away and walking in.

"Gentlemen. And Ms. y/l/n. Your late"

"Sorry Mrs. Daniels we had to deal with something"

"And did this something give you tardy passes"

"It did not"

"Detention. All of you"

"That's nothing new to them Mrs. Daniels"

"Shut the fuck up Hayley" I scoffed taking my seat beside Alex.

"Ladies stop it before I send you to the principal"

"Yes Mrs. Daniels" Hayley and I spoke in sync.

"I can't believe Luke dated her" I whispered towards Alex glaring at the blonde bimbo.

"Jealous?"

"Why would I be? I already have him. And I could have her boyfriend too if I wanted him" I said taking down the notes on the board.

"Mrs. Daniels I can't focus on the lesson because they're distracting me with their talking" Hayley spoke pointing an accusing finger at us.

"We are not!" I shouted sitting up.

"Yes you are probably talking about who your gonna whore around with next"

"Yeah it's your boyfriend if you don't check yourself Hayley"

"Trevor would never do that!"

"I'm pretty sure he would"

"Ladies principal office right now" I scoffed standing up.

"Wait!" Luke shouted standing up. Everyone's heads whipping toward him. He made his way over to me groping my left boob.

I scowled at how hard he squeezed glaring at him.

"Dickhead" I muttered.

"Mr. Patterson! You too principals office" We looked at the other two boys expectantly. Alex immediately rolling his eyes before standing up.

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way Mrs. Daniels"

"If she goes we go"

"I cannot send you two away for absolutely no reason Reginald" Mrs. Daniels spoke challenging the boys.

I close my eyes preparing myself for what came next. Alex was quick to slap my ass while Reggie pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Immediately earning gasps from my classmates.

"Now I can do it. Office all of you! And detention today after school!"

I groaned walking out of the principals office with my bandmates.

"Detention for 3 weeks. Seriously?"

"To make it worse we have to spend 2 of those with Hayley" I spoke seeing the blonde talking with Trevor just a few feet away. Being sure to send them a harsh glare, I finally turned back to the boys.

"Hey you'll be with us everything's gonna be fine" Reggie said throwing an arm around my shoulder leading me away to our next period. That we conveniently had together.

"No it won't. I also have to chaperone the stupid homecoming with Hayley" I cried wanting nothing more than for the day to be done for.

That afternoon we spent in detention not leaving until late afternoon. Due to the fact that my detention went on longer than the boys.

I walked into the studio behind Luke not really in the mood to practice.

"What's wrong y/n/n? You seem down" Reggie asked as I plopped back onto the couch.

"I'm just tired is all. And a little stressed out"

"But we've gotta practice baby, for our next gig. Sunset Curves so gonna rock that book club" Luke said picking up his six string. I watched as Alex and Reggie sent him a glare, the boy immediately putting it back down.

"Or we could take a day off" He spoke coming to sit to my left while Reggie was on my right.

"That sounds amazing" I mumbled feeling Alex begin to massage my shoulders from behind. I craned my neck allowing him more access. Now feeling a little more relaxed than before.

"So tell us y/n/n why are you stressed out?" Luke asked as I shut my eyes.

"Well for starters I'm so gonna get my ass beat when I get home" I sighed feeling Reggie begin to rub my arm to comfort me. Something he did often with how anxious I got.

"And there's just nothing I want to do more than run your ex girlfriend over with a bulldozer" I mumbled hearing a chuckle escape their lips.

"Sounds like a plan" Alex said as Luke intertwined our fingers.

"We'll make a day out of it. Just us four and a bulldozer" He joked making me giggle. The laugh got caught in my throat as I felt a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

"Seriously guys? Not today. No way" I spoke opening my eyes.

"We just wanna help you relax"

"That's what you said last time. I couldn't walk right for 2 days" I mumbled the last part.

"We'll be gentle" Reggie spoke.

"I know you will Reg. It's them I'm worried about" I spoke earning a pointed look from Alex.

"Okay Luke"

"Am I that rough?" He asked a frown forming on his face.

"Sometimes" I admitted feeling a little bad.

"Gee I'm sorry baby" Luke spoke kissing the back of my hand.

"It's okay. I like it when I'm in the mood" I said watching as Alex walked around the couch.

"Well then boys why don't we help our girl relax for today" Alex said bending down in front of me. I bit my lip as he spread my legs open feeling a slight breeze hit my covered core.

"Well there's no need for your skirt or these" Alex spoke toying with the waistbands of both my skirt and panties.

I shimmied out of them with ease leaving me exposed to my best friends like I'd been many times before.

"She just gets prettier every time"

"And wetter"

"Mind if I taste baby?" Luke asked. I nodded my head, watching as he dipped his long fingers in between my folds. Moaning as he pulled them back up to see them glistening with my cum.

"So good" He whispered putting them in his mouth.

"Okay I want a taste now" Alex said opening my legs a little wider.

"Guys. A little help" I huffed as Luke and Reggie hooked themselves on each of my thighs to keep me still.

"Please" I begged getting more turned on by the second. The blonde didn't hesitate to latch onto my core. A loud moan escaping my lips.

"Oh fuck" I struggled to keep still as he moved his tongue skillfully through my folds. Lapping it inside and out as moans fell from my lips.

I whimpered as Reggie slowly began to rub my clit making the pleasure intensify.

"Use y-you're f-fingers" I mustered out Alex obeying my request sticking two fingers in my wet pussy. Picking up the pace. My eyes screwed shut as a familiar feeling of bliss coursed through me.

"Look at me baby" Luke muttered turning my head to look at him with his free hand. I opened my eyes looking into his blue ones covered with complete lust.

He was quick to smash his lips onto mine as the other two worked on building up my orgasm. Which wasn't far at the pace Alex was working on me.

"Holy shit!" I panted pulling away and throwing my head back at the amazing sensation of my orgasm hitting.

"You squirted princess" Alex grinned wiping away the liquids dribbling down his chin. I giggled at his swollen pink lips placing a quick peck to them.

"What now baby?" Luke asked rubbing his hand on my thigh.

I looked at the three boys before discarding any remaining clothes I had left. Watching as their eyes raked me up and down like many times before.

"Reg can you just fuck me today. I really need gentle" I begged as his cheeks turned bright red whenever I asked him to do something. Whether it was sexual or not.

"Sure beautiful" He smiled lopsidedly pushing his lips onto mine.

I sighed in content as he pushed me down on the couch. My head landing on Luke's lap giving me a little leverage.

"She's something else" Alex spoke to no one in particular.

"Your telling me" Reggie panted pulling away to undo his belt and jeans. I bit my lip looking up at the boy with the blue eyes. Who no surprise had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Condom" I heard Alex say presumably to Reggie. But I was too entrance in Luke's gaze wanting to include him. Upon hearing a ripping of a package I glance back at the boy who was hovering above me.

"I can do something for you after if you want" I bit my lip speaking towards Luke.

"It's okay baby. It's about you today" He said moving his hand down from my collarbone to my boob.

Reggie and I moaned simultaneously as he slowly entered me. Immediately stretching me out.

"So tight" He muttered beginning to move at a steady pace.

A squeal escaping my lips as Luke pinched my nipples paying close attention to each of them. He'd always been a boob guy.

I pulled Reggie down towards me our lips meeting in the middle as his speed began to increase.

Then there they were again. Fingers were now rubbing circles on my clit presumably Alex's sending my body into pure ecstasy.

I moaned loudly into Reggies mouth as I felt myself my inner walls clench around him. Earning a groan from the bassist. His thrust becoming more sloppy.

"Shit. Shit. Oh fuck" He cursed as his orgasm hit. Mine coming seconds after.

"Holy fuck Reg" I panted coming down from my high.

"That was pretty fucking hot princess" Alex spoke as Reggie got off of me to go throw away the condom.

"I try" I joked sitting up. Luke immediately removing his muscle tee and handing it to me.

"You do know this isn't gonna cover much up right?" I questioned him putting it on anyway.

"Who said we wanted you to cover up baby" He said pulling me under his arm. I sighed contently placing my hands on his bare torso.

"Anyways Reg why don't you go run her a bath inside the house" Alex suggested throwing me my panties that had been thrown onto the lazy boy.

"Got it!" Reggie said coming over and placing a chaste kiss to my lips before running out of the garage.

"I get to clean her up in the shower. Called it" Luke said as Alex wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Just as long as I get to put her to bed"

"Guys I've orgasmed twice today give me a break"

"Are you feeling more relaxed princess?"

Alex asked grinning at me.

"Much. Now if we could do that consistently for the next 2 weeks then I might be able to get through detention with Hayley without ripping her head off" I spoke earning a laugh from the two boys. Both of them knowing well that I wasn't joking.

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Up Next: Carrie Wilson x Reader

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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