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jaysgirlx · 3 months

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Can you do a fic based off of https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcsG8Yu/ this TikTok when Jason and reader was talking and it got deep and he joked about off!ng himself and the reader sits with him all night just in case he wasn’t joking? Please? I love your writing so much and if this is a touchy topic feel free to ignore or correct. Have a nice day!

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: jason todd x civilian f!reader

❥ summary: Jason and you are close, you always have been so close that you thought you knew him well enough to read his mind except you're wrong about that, and what you learn ends up scaring you more.

❥ warnings: mentions of death/suicide/afterlife, reminiscing of torture, heavy angst, little fluff, happy ending

❥ wc: 1.5k

Your fingers, combed through Jason's black locks while he focused his attention on you. The two of you had moments on these where you sat together in a comfortable silence. They tended to happen when one of you was upset, usually you but tonight you could tell something was wrong with Jason. So you kept quiet and let him rest. You didn't know if late nights like these would last forever.

"How long are you going to play with my hair princess?"

"Until you tell me what's wrong Jay"

Again you both fell into a silence. This time it was awkward like maybe you should've played dumb but it was too late night to think that. Jason sighed and sat up on your couch and laid his head on your lap. You tried to remove your hand from his hair but he gave this look like this is what he needed at least for tonight.

You weren't sure if or when you and Jason had crossed the friend boundary. The two of you obviously had not slept together but you had kissed numerous times. Sometimes when he was anxious you'd kiss him just to calm him down and it worked, except for the fact you'd end up making out. Or when he would go on patrol and you were worried he would kiss you and then he'd end up cuddling you till you slept off. The kisses you both shared were like little reassurances of love. Though the two of you never actually spoke about what they really meant.

You had wanted to for the longest time but you didn't because in the end you always knew that Jason cared for you. You could tell by the way he always left you breakfast when he had to leave while you were asleep or by the way he'd walk you home if you had decided to work overtime. Jason cared in his own little way and you take what you got especially since he made the best pancakes.

"I fought with Bruce today, he took Dick's side on something and I just got mad…I know they both care, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes y'know? It still feels like they're Batman and Nightwing and I'm still Robin" He stopped himself from speaking further like if he spoke more, he'd say something he'd regret. Jason didn't want to drop all his problems on you because he knew you would listen and he knew you'd comfort him. You did so much for him and was slightly worried he was becoming too much. Jason didn't want to become a burden to you, he enjoyed spending time with you and he didn't wan to fuck that up.

"I've always got your side Jay if that helps and you're not Robin anymore okay and regardless of that, Robin didn't make you…well you" you say, caressing his face. "You're just you Jay and if they've got a problem with you well then they have a problem with me"

"Well, I think I hate myself if I'm being honest" Those words made your hands stop and now you started to really listen. You knew Jason wasn't exactly happy with his life but you didn't think he hated himself. He was so cocky all the time that you couldn't even fathom the idea of him hating himself. "These days getting up in the mornings is so difficult and a good night's rest…I don't remember the last time I had one"

"Well I think we all can relate to that, life kinda sucks for all of us Jay. Everything we do is out of our hands and it seems like no matter how hard we try we're never fully just happy"

"You got that right, the last time I was really happy was…well nevermind, But sometimes I think about killing myself"

"Well I mean we all have, I thought about it a couple of times when work gets hard but-

"No y/n, I mean like really killing myself, like just putting my gun to my head and that's it." He laughs but you still don't manage to find it funny. "I know damn well there will be plenty of people who will probably find it pretty, my brains splattered everywhere and my body lifeless"

"I'd really prefer you'd not do that Jay"

"Okay but in all seriousness-"

"I don't want to hear this Jay"

"I'd want you to plan my funeral, you'd make it beautiful and hopefully not gloomy"

"Jay is this a funny matter, stop joking around"

"I doubt there's an afterlife, seeing that I did die once and I don't remember any floating gates or firey pits"

"Jay please stop it"

"C'mon we both know without you, I'd be better off-"

"No." you said and it came out broken. Jason looked up at you, you weren't playing with his hair anymore, you were crying. He tried to reach up and your tears away but you pushed away his hand. He hadn't meant to upset you, he didn't mean it. Well, he did but he wasn't going to, not when you still cared for him. You were what he was living for. "No, you can't do that Jay"

He again tries to wipe your tears and this time you let him, he sits up and kisses your forehead wishing he had never said anything. You were his world and all he could ever ask for. Without you, who would be there for him after a bad run on patrol? or when his nightmares would start coming back? Deep down Jason Todd is scared of living, he's scared of living without you. "I won't sweetheart, I won't, I promise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said any of that"

Now he's holding you and rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. The two of you fell back into your comfortable silence, while Jason made himself comfortable again laying his head on your lap. He hates seeing you that way, with that look of fear and worry. He never wanted to cause it. He wanted to say something but all those hours of patrol and working overtime finally caught up to him. He thought he'd just take a nap, he didn't want to burden you with how heavy he was, lying on his lap but he couldn't help you, your lap was so comfy.

For a while, you watched Jason and didn't know why you were. He said he wouldn't hurt himself, he promised. Still, you were scared because of the way he talked about it...it was clear it wasn't the first time. You knew he had fallen asleep, his tell was that his breathing had slowed. You picked that up when he started coming over early in that morning to nap with you. Jason was only ever truly calm when was he asleep with you.

Watching him like this felt natural like you had to do this. You knew he was serious about killing himself and you just couldn't imagine a life with him, without Jason. Gently you caressed his sleeping face, admiring how handsome he was. The things that happened to him, you knew they affected him but you didn't want to think he'd go as far as to…no you couldn't think of it.

You leaned your own body back on the couch and tried to relax. You'd stay all night with him if you had to, you'd make sure he was safe. You weekend a vigilante like him, you couldn't fight and protect him from villains but you could protect him from himself. It probably seems crazy that you want to protect Jason Todd from himself but it's all you know how to do. You're not completely sure if Jason loves you but you know that you love him.

"I will always be with you, I'm yours Jay, I'm with you" you whisper sweetly against his forehead, before planting a soft kiss. You watch him all night and he sleeps quietly and hopefully comfortably with his head resting on your lap. You didn't work the next day and you had stayed up all night before, this wouldn't be difficult for you.

Even if it was, it was for Jason and he was always worth any trouble. You wish you could tell him that but that's a conversation for another time, for now, you just want to make sure he is still alive every morning.

When Jason Todd wakes up the following morning, you're drinking what he thinks is probably coffee and reading a book. His eyes fixate on you and he reaches up to brush his hand against your face, you smile at the soft touch. HE lets out a yawn and finally speaks up, "Whatcha doing up so early, princess?"

"Just admiring you Jay"

"M'sorry for sleeping on you, and I'm even more sorry for making you feel upset last night, you're…you're very important to me y/n, and as long as you'll have me, I'll be here"

"And I'm with you, for as long as you'll have me" you say with a smile as you hand him the rest of your coffee. He drank the rest before gently pressing a kiss to your lips. Another reassure of his love

Jason Todd was yours for a lifetime and you were happy with just that.

❥ a/n: sorry this took so long anon! I kept rewriting it because I didn't like how it was going. btw comment to be added to my taglist.

❥ taglist: @meowkn, @nia-jul, @woodenanemone, @millyhelp, @yourlocalcringydaydreamer, @kazzattack, @orchidsangel, @gleasonlovesjasontodd, @jason-anon

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c-h-i-m-es · 5 months

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geto suguru

it's almost christmas so i'm gonna post a bunch of holidays related posts. enjoy!

"that's the ugliest mug i've seen in my life." you frown at your boyfriend. he looks at the cup, then at you, "what are you saying? it'll be perfect for shoko." he brings the mug near your face, showing you the weird cup he chose for some reason.

you slowly shove his hand away, being careful so the mug doesn't fall out of his hand, "why do you think she'll want this?" you turn away from him, walking away while scanning the shelf for some cute mugs for your little collection.

"she can have her morning coffee in this.. or her morning beer." he sighs, holding your arms to make you turn back to him, "come on, don't you think it's cute?" you scrunch your face in disbelief, "baby.. look at it. why would i find a weird mouse with glasses on it cute?"

he looks at you, rolling his eyes before putting the mug in your cart, "whatever i'm getting it. if shoko doesn't like it, i'll take it for myself." you chuckle, shaking your head, "i don't even wanna debate with you on this any more."

he winks at you, putting the mug in the cart before pushing it and walking ahead of you, "i'll also get her a bottle of her favorite wine. i'm not a bad friend." you both walk along the shelves, looking through the decors and the things they have on sale, mainly looking for some items you could gift your friends.

"shopping for gifts is so damn hard." you groan, pushing your hair away from your face. you grab the candle from shelf to smell it, "do you like it?" you move it to geto, for him to smell. "not bad, but not something i wanna smell."

you slap his arm as you laugh, putting it back and grabbing two of your usual ones, "you are so weird." you put the candles on the cart and walk ahead, geto following you behind, "what would little girls wanna get as a gift?"

you hmm, thinking about what would be good for nanako and mimiko, "i don't really know.." your boyfriend scoffs, "come on, weren't you a little girl once?"

you scoff, continuing your walk and ignoring his comment, "i'm their favorite anyways." you mumble, but loud enough for him to hear. "keep telling yourself that, pretty."

you stop, turning around to face him with a groan, "why are you getting on my nerves today?" he chuckles, coming close to you to cup your face between his palms, "don't be so angry. i'll give you the mouse cup if shoko doesn't like it."

you snicker, pushing his hands away from your face, "i'm telling you she won't like it. and i don't need that thing either." you see a little pout on his lips before it's replaced with a smug smile, "if it was satoru, he'd love it so much."

you hang your mouth open, shaking your head before turning back to walk ahead, "should've came with him instead of me then." you hear him laugh behind you, quickly catching up to you so he could walk besides you, "kidding baby."

"speaking of him, what should i get him?" you look at him, "what are you getting him?"

"legos." he turns to look at you, "will keep him from bugging us." you let out an amused chuckle, "just for a while though." he shrugs, "a moment of peace for us. what are you thinking of getting him?"

"ugh i don't know. he'd be happy with just some chocolates. but i'm thinking of waffle maker... with some recipe book?" you let out a breath, flipping your hair, feeling proud, "look at me i'm so thoughtful."

"oh yes, you are so thoughtful." you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone, "at least i don't just get a weird mug as a gift."

"oh my god, will you stop attacking the poor mug already?"

#geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #geto suguru #jjk x reader #christmas week #i need him in my life #he's so perfect

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soupbaddie · 4 months

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A Day With the Pavel Family

*only suitable for mature audiences, 18+*

While this story is fine for 13+, future parts will not be.

This story contains spoilers pertaining to Najuma and Hodari quest lines.

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"Hey! Your dad said you were wanting some tea, so I brought you some sweet leaf."

Najuma had just barely made it out of her room, still yawning, before I started talking to her.

"Oh! Um.. thanks! This will be great after dinner tonight. Thanks, Em."

I couldn't get out a reply before she took off out the front door, saying something about not wanting to forget her newest idea.

I sat back down on the couch and picked up my book. I had spent the last hour reading, waiting for Najuma to wake up. I started my day early in the hopes of getting a sernuk before it was too hot to hunt. Luckily it didn't take me too long, so I came here right after and got straight to reading.

"Hey, darlin'."

I was so lost in my book, I didn't even see or hear Hodari come through the door.

"What are you doing here so earlier? I don't usually see you 'til lunch time," he said, while giving me a grin.

"I could ask you the same. You should work while it's still cool out. Also, how did you know I was here?"

He nodded toward the door and said, "I saw Najuma come out of here with a pep in her step and I knew that meant she'd seen you."

I looked down and smiled as he made his way to the couch to sit by me. He put a hand on my thigh and I could feel a tingle move up my leg and to my spine. His touch always felt so new and made my heart race.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?"

"Oh. Nothing," I replied. "I was just out and thought I'd try to make the day easier for you by getting some steaks for dinner. Lucky for you, I was successful." I looked up at him and he was already looking back at me.

"You know you don't have to do that for me," he said quietly.

"I know but now it's one less thing for you to worry about."

"Well, I really appreciate it, Ember. You take good care of Najuma and me."

He gave my thigh a light squeeze and I felt a wave of nerves run through me.

"I wish I could help out more but, I'm a better hunter than I am a miner."

He chuckled. "Well, how about you join me in the mines today and I can give you a few tips."

"I'd like that."

He stood up and grabbed my hand to help me up then led me out the door.

I waved at Najuma as we made our way towards the mines. She smiled and waved back but I knew she was upset that she couldn't join. I was slowly convincing Hodari to let her back in the mines but it was taking more time than I'd hoped.

As we got closer, I started to feel some nervous energy creeping up inside of me. I had been working on my skills and was really hoping Hodari would notice. I didn't want him to feel like all his help in the past had been ignored. He had more patience with me than he should've and I felt like I needed to prove that I was worth the work.

"Alright, Ember, let me see what you got."

I swung the pick above my head and using the weight of it, came back down on some iron in front of me. It didn't do much but at least I hit my target this time.

"Not too bad, darlin'. You're getting better at this. Move your legs further apart, they're too close together. Now give it another swing."

I pulled back the pick again, and with better balance, was able to come down with a little more force.

"That's it. Nice swing, Em."

I let out the breath I had been holding and gave him a nod. When I went to hit a third time, I swung back too fast and lost my balance. I dropped the pick in the hopes of moving my hands in time to catch myself. Before I hit, I felt Hodari catch me.

"Take it a little slower next time. There's no rush," he said as he helped me back to my feet.

"I know we just started, but I think I'll take a break. That pick is always heavier than I remember. I'll come back once I catch my breath."

He gave me a nod of approval and I took off to find some shade. I sat under a tree close enough to the mines to see Hodari at work. He was great at his job and all those years of hard work really showed. He was strong. I could feel it when he caught me. He held me like I didn't weigh more than the pick I was swinging. I sat back and admired him. His face was so still and focused. His stance was firm and unmoving in a way I knew I'd never conquer. And his arms, his chest...

I got a weird feeling in my stomach and turned to look at something else. Any time I really stopped to look at him, these feelings would come. I wasn't very familiar with them. Existing was still pretty new.

When I arrived here, I had no idea what being human meant. I knew the basics of being alive, but I had almost no memory of where I came from or what I was before arriving. Everything I did and saw were firsts for me. The foundation of who I was was there, but nothing was built on it.

I pulled a book out of the bag I had been carrying. It wasn't the one I had thought it was but it would do.

"Stalking Prey for Beginners," I read out loud. Not as entertaining as the romance novels Caleri introduced me to but still good enough to keep me reading.

After some time passed, Hodari made his way towards me wiping sweat from his brow.

"It'll be dark by the time we get back. Don't want to keep Najuma waiting," he said.

I hadn't even realized it had gotten so late. I'd spent the whole day reading this damn book... and occasionally staring at Hodari.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I never went back to help. I got lost in reading."

I looked down, a little embarrassed, and he chuckled.

"You know I don't mind, darlin'. I'm glad you found some time for yourself to relax. You deserve that. "Now let's head back." He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the house.

Najuma was already inside waiting for us. She was at the table writing notes about her latest creation. She had yet to tell me what it is but I knew she would when she was ready for a test subject.

"Hodari, you go clean up and I'll start prepping dinner. Once you're done, I'll go next," I said.

"Sure thing, darlin." He kissed my hand then headed outside.

"So, what did you get up to today?" I asked Najuma as I started washing some potatoes.

"Oh, the same as always. Wait until dad is out of the workshop then get started on my latest projects."

She paused then said, "I found one of your books. But don't worry, I won't tell my dad."

I felt my face get hot and turned to her. "You didn't read it did you?" I started to panic.

She let out a laugh then said, "No way. I'm not into your romance books. Seeing you and my dad is gross enough."

A breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she thought it was just some dumb romance novel. I'd hate to find out it's my fault she was introduced to smut.

Once I had calmed down, I got back to prepping the potatoes while waiting for Hodari to come back.

"Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, darlin'. I'll take it from here."

He walked in smiling while rubbing his hair with a towel

"Oh! Perfect timing. The steaks are ready for the grill and that's definitely your job."

He laughed and took the steaks outside to cook. I followed before heading for the outdoor bathing area around the house. I washed the dirt off my skin and out of my hair and tried my best to get all the dust out of my clothes. It wasn't perfect, but I felt so much better and much more presentable.

By the time I was done, dinner was ready and the table inside was set. We all sat and enjoyed the meal.

Najuma told us about how Auni was bothering her again about joining him in bug hunting. Hodari talked about a promising new mine. To everyone's surprise, he asked Najuma to join him in checking it out and to come up with a game plan for getting it open.

He's getting there. This is a step in the right direction. I know he's having a hard time letting her back in but I think he's starting to see that keeping her from her Path is only making their relationship worse.

"I'm gonna make some tea. Do you want to try some, Em?"

"I would love some! Thank you," I replied.

She had an excited smile on her face as she got out another teacup.

Once brewed, she brought me the tea. It smelled earthy yet sweet with a hint of mint. I took a sip, and it was delicious. I know Najuma could tell I liked it because she reassured me there were plenty of leaves for another cup or two.

We all sat in silence for a while. This was pretty typical of the Pavel family and I didn't mind. I enjoyed the comfortable quiet that came with being around them.

"Thank you for trying the tea, Ember. My mom and I used to enjoy a some after dinner together. It's nice being able to do that with someone again." Najuma said quietly as she spoke into her cup. I reached out my hand and placed it on her forearm.

"Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Najuma. I'm honored," I said.

She gave me a shy but happy smile and we went back to our tea.

Hodari reached under the table, put a hand on my knee and gave it squeeze. When I looked to him, he had a soft, happy grin on his face. If he wasn't proud of me for the mining, he was for this moment.

"Well, I'm going to bed!" Najuma said as she hopped from her chair and made her way to her bedroom. We all knew she wasn't actually going to sleep but at least she pretended to.

"Don't stay up too late, now. I want you up bright and early to check out that new spot," Hodari said, but she was in her room before he even finished.

He let out a sigh and I stood up from the table.

"Leavin' so soon, darlin?"

"Not unless you want me to stay a little longer. And if you do, might I suggest we move to a more comfortable spot? Like the couch?"

"Of course I want you to stay. I can't seem to get enough time with you."

We made our way to the living area and sat down. He put his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I saw you lost in that book today." Hodari said.

"The hunting one?" I asked.

"No, the one you forgot on the table."

I felt my face get hot. I let out a nervous laugh then replied, "Oh, that? Its nothing. Just a dumb romance book." I was too embarrassed to look at him.

"Well, I won't 5 it didn't look like nothin'," he said as he gave me a sly smile then let out a chuckled.

"So what're you plans for tomorrow, Em? If you're in the area, you're welcome to come by and say hi. You know I'll always make time for you."

I looked up into his eyes and something inside me was begging me to ask him if I could just stay forever. Not only do I hate the long walk out here but I hate always having to say goodbye.

He could tell something was wrong because his expression changed to concern when he said, "Is there something bothering you, darlin'? You can talk to me."

I couldn't even look at him when I replied, "I was wondering if you'd ever be interested in letting me stay the night?"

He started fumbling for words.

"Well, I, um, I haven't really thought about it."

I knew he was lying, but I could see a little bit of fear in his eyes.

"It's okay. I don't want to push you. I know you want to take this slow, and I understand that. But, I want you to know that I'm ready whenever you're ready."

I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, Em. I'm scared. I'm scared to get close again. I don't want to get hurt, I don't want to hurt you, and I especially don't want Najuma to go through that kind of pain again... From someone leaving... I know I shouldn't worry, but I want to make sure I'm doing this right."

He paused then quietly continued, "When I gave you my pin, I knew I wanted us to be forever."

He was no longer looking at me at this point, so I put my hand on his face and gently turned it towards me.

"Hodari, I will never know how it felt, to go through what you did, but you don't need to be afraid. There is nothing you could do that would make me want to leave." I took a deep breath. "And I decided, long before you gave me your pin, that I wanted to be with you during this life and the next."

I could see the sparkle of a tear in his eye before he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was gentle and it set my chest on fire. All I could think of was him. I was lost in his kiss as the room around us disappeared.

I felt one of his hands cup the back of my head while the other found its way to my hip. He kissed me deeper and I couldn't get enough. I kept one hand on his face and placed the other over his heart. It was beating fast. Faster than I would've expected from someone so stoic.

I don't know how much time had passed before we were interrupted but the creak of a door.

We both jumped in surprise and turned to see Najuma sneaking out for her nightly session in the workshop.

Hodari gave her a disapproving look then said, "I'm just gonna pretend I don't see you sneakin' out right now. But don't forget you have a busy day tomorrow."

Najuma slipped out the front door without saying anything.

Hodari let out a sigh.

"Sorry 'bout that. I should've known she'd be out here soon," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He'd never admit it, but he was embarrassed. Admittedly, I was too.

"It's alright," I said. "You need to be getting to bed soon, anyways. You also have a busy day tomorrow, and it's getting late. I'll stop by breakfast in the morning."

I stood up and made my way towards the front door. I needed to get going or it would be the next day before I even got home.

"Ember, wait."

Hodari stood up and made his way towards me. He took my hands in his.

"Why don't you stay here for the night, darlin'?"

I gasped. "Are you sure? Like, totally sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I'm sure."

"Okay... Well, I can just stay on the couch if that will make you more comfortable."

He gave me a flirtatious smirk before leaning in close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck when he whispered in my ear, "I'll get my bed set for two."

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Hey! If you've read this far, you're a Saint. This came out so much longer than planned. This is my first time writing something that wasn't required of me. I'm still learning and would love feedback. Criticism is welcome as long as it's nice because I take everything personally. If this gets a positive response, I'd love to write a part 2, but it will be NSFW. Let me know, and thanks for reading!

Feel free to share because I'm too scared to 😅

#palia #palia game #palia fanfic #palia hodari #hodari #hodaddy #please be kind #im embarrassed #long post

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nekrosdolly · 5 months

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isolation

you and your beloved albert talk it out after an argument.

cw; baking, arguments, slight spousal neglect, albert is emotionally inept and always wants to be right, minor injury, albert wesker doesn't enjoy sweet things, reader likes to bake, reader is pissed off for most, if not all, of this, hurt/minor comfort, mentions of divorce, minor gaslighting, empathy discovery like WHOAAA, soft re4 wesker, .

pet names; darling, dearest (reader receives)

a/n; i really don't like this one if i'm honest but i need to force myself to write to keep my creativity going :/

you're upset. you and albert had a fight before he left for work and in typical albert fashion, he's ignoring the problem, which is how much time he spends at the lab. you know he loves you, so why do you seem like an afterthought most of the time?

now, you've been with him long enough to know that by the end of the day, when he's done at the lab, he'll try to sweet-talk his way out of really talking about the issue. it's annoying, truthfully. nothing gets resolved unless it's bothering him, too, and most of the time, it doesn't.

you're baking your frustration out as he's just coming home. given that he's boiled you down to just a stay-at-home partner, you have nothing to do but do housework, and thus, nobody to talk to but yourself. when you're buried within your conscience like you have been, your emotions fester.

like normal, he walks through the front door, takes his shoes off as well as his outercoat and sets them aside before scouting for you.

"darling?" he calls out, first checking your bedroom and then the living room, before finally coming across you in the kitchen. he smiles softly at you as he approaches, his cold arms wrapping around your waist from behind. he presses a kiss to your neck as usual.

"i missed you today, dearest," he murmurs, watching as you brush eggwash onto the pastry you're baking. you'll be the only one to eat what you're making, given that your husband can't handle sweets the way you can.

"yeah." you're unenthusiastic. you're still mad. he's pissing you off even more just by touching you and acting like nothing's wrong. he doesn't like your tone but brushes it off and gives you another peck. he senses your irritation and gives you a little squeeze.

"come now, darling, don't be so sour. " he sighs, resting his chin atop your head. you don't respond. instead, you turn to face him with the brush containing eggwash in your right hand tucked behind your back. using your left, you cup his face and lean in to kiss him, wearing a faux smile. he smiles softly, thinking you'd come around already.

he should've known better. he realizes that the moment the very sloppy and wet brush makes contact with his cheek, then right over his mouth. frozen, he stares at you. the eggwash is cold and wet and very unpleasantly viscous on his face.

"why did you do that?" he asks after rebooting his brain, blinking owlishly at you. he's yet to wipe his face off. the yellow-tinted liquid slowly dribbles down his face and gets into his mouth when he speaks.

you shrug and return to your pastries. all you really need to do is let them bake. albert walks to the sink and washes his face off of the eggwash, also spitting to get the flavor out. he dries his face off on his sleeve and keeps his distance as you put the tray of chocolate croissants in the oven and set a timer.

it's not that he doesn't know what he's done wrong, it's more of how he's to address the situation. you typically let it go, which was his goal, but you're still upset. as if that was hard to tell by any means. you leave the kitchen, and thus abandoning him with his inner monologue. he notes the dishes in the sink from your baking escapade and decides there's nothing better to do than clean them while sorting his thoughts out.

he nicks himself on the knife you used for the dough once or twice because he's deep in thought. a human thing for him to do, but that's what you bring out in him- humanity. if he didn't love you, you'd be dead or a test subject. he sighs softly, dabs the blood off his hands with a paper towel nearby, and decides to finish the dishes later, even though the sink nearly full irritates him greatly.

he instead decides to seek you out. if you're this mad, he should at least try to resolve the issue, right? finding you isn't difficult, you didn't go very far so you could check up on your croissants. you'd hate to mess them up.

he slides on the couch beside you with as much silence as he can manage, his phone out and in his hand to pretend like he's checking his messages (looking through his contacts), his arm along the back of the couch. he's quite literally just a space away but you're wired, like a caged animal, and he's not pushing his luck. every now and then, he looks over at you.

"what is it?" you ask, not sparing him a glance. you stare straight ahead at the wall across from you.

"you're upset." he sets his phone aside.

"right."

"why-"

you ache to slam your head against the wall as you cut him off. "if you've forgotten our argument this morning, then im afraid that's your own fault."

"right. okay." he runs his thumb over his lower lip in habit. it's very obvious to him (and likely anyone else) that you're tired of his shit. thoroughly fed up. you've been together nearly two years and nothing's changed, has it?

no.

you turn your head to look at him. "is that all you have to say? genuinely? just "okay"?"

"what would you like me to say?" he furrows his eyebrows

you scoff. he can't be serious. "maybe that you're sorry? would that be so difficult for you? to admit that you're wrong for once?"

he's silent this time, calculating his response to have the best outcome. the last thing he wants is a divorce. he slips his glasses off and sets them aside, his free hand running through his hair

"im sorry," he starts, and you feel a little bit of reprieve, "that you feel that way."

not the best apology you've ever heard. definitely some room for improvement.

"what else are you sorry for?" you prompt, crossing your arms over your chest. he shifts in his seat, his elbows on his knees.

"... i suppose i'm sorry for keeping you so couped up in here. i know how it feels and yet, despite that, i've done it anyway." his hand finds your knee and gently squeezes. his cheeks are red and you've succeeded in making him somewhat ashamed for being mean to you.

your hand on top of his, you give him a soft smile. "i accept your apology. you're forgiven."

he nods, but his blush doesn't leave. it's like he's discovering empathy for the first time...

instead of saying anything else, he scoots close to you and drapes himself over you. a soft chuckle escapes you as he remains quiet and unable to look at you. he drips neediness, the want for your love, as he feels bad for making you feel bad.

you give it to him, of course. it's not like you to deny him too much. gentle, warm fingers running through slightly stiff, gelled platinum hair. he doesn't care that you're messing it up, just that you're home and you're okay now. you're not mad at him anymore, you're not going to leave him because he's arrogant and mean.

"im a mean guy, aren't i?" he mumbles, still unable to meet your eyes.

"yes, you are. like a wet cat, honey." the slight smile in your voice is too audible and while he knows you're teasing him, he feels bad. he nods and kisses your temple.

"but i love you. you're my wet cat." a half-smile forms on his lips, which you turn your head to kiss.

"i love you as well."

#bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡#resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil fanfiction #writing #albert wesker i love youuuu #albert wesker fluff #albert wesker angst #resident evil angst #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #albert wesker is a wet cat

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basketcaseeeeee · 1 year

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This is my first time writing in a very long time, please be gentle. This week has been bad and I am very aware that my first suicide attempt Anniversary is today. February 3rd. So I wrote this. Obviously very self-indulgent. This is my story but changed the people in my life of the story to characters I wish I had as friends back then.

Warnings: SH, emotional abuse, cheating, mentions of blood, suicide, scaring, trauma, ptsd, angst. So much angst. I think that's it. If there anymore, please let me know!

Summary: you and your boyfriends relationship was falling apart. One mistaken night, you slept with of his best friends of 10 years. Trying to work through this, your friend group threw a party to try to get back everything back to "normal." Brush everything under the rug. That night, that rug got pulled right from under you. You felt something was coming. Floating around in the background. The uneasiness, growing anxiety. They say the body knows before the mind. You felt something was coming. Floating around in the background. The uneasiness, growing anxiety. They say the body knows before the mind.

The Anniversary Effect

It wasn't supposed to happen. None of it was. It wasn't planned. Everything leading up to the "incident," to the party, to that night. Is all just simply kind of.....happened. Breaking up a 10 year friendship will always weigh heavy and while also breaking your five year relationship in the process. It wasn't intentional. Like they say, some times shit just happens. Maybe you just destroy everything you touch. You self sabotage, self destruct, destroying everything in your wake.

The party. The fight. Words spoken that can never be taken back.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. Get back a little bit of normalcy. It was anything but that. Tension so suffocating hovering in the air, not even a sword could cut through it. Trying to ignore it, you go with your friends to make drinks together. Downing drinks left and right. Robin, being Robin, breaks the tension by addressing the elephant in the room. "So....how are doing?" She says singingly drawn out. Sighing you simply reply with a tight lip smile "All is good." None of them actually believing you but decide not to press any further. Everyone there already knew exactly what was going on, everything damn thing. The whole time there this dark cloud hanging over you. The alcohol definitely didn't help alleviate any of the emotions you were already feeling. It just seemed to amplify them. Everything becoming too loud, too much. It got even worse when you learned you weren't allowed to go upstairs with your boyfriend because his cousin was up there, also at the party, was the other guilty party. After finding out what went down, she didn't even want to look at you. She already didn't like you to begin with and this just added fuel to the fire. But what really got to you, what really got under your skin, what the fact that HE was allowed to be up there with them. How was that fair? You weren't the only one who fucked here. Who did something wrong. It takes two people to tango. Sleeping together wasn't planned. It just happened. Both parties being at fault but all anyone saw to blame was you. The shame and guilt was already eating you alive. Thinking to yourself 'I should've just stayed home' decide to go outside for a smoke.

Stepping outside, Eddie follows suit to make sure you're okay. "Hey sweetheart, you alright?" Huffing "no, absolutely not, but I'm here? I'm not okay but I will be. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine...just fine." Trailing off into your own thoughts, the sadness so blatant in your eyes. Eddie just sighs "I always worry about you. This whole situation, I know it's weighing heavy on you but I'm here, okay? You're not alone in this even if they're only blaming you, I'm here." Simply nodding to him, giving a teary smile trying to hold it all together, so you don't break. He understands. No words needed. "I'm going to make myself another drink. Do you want another one?" "Yes please." You reply. Then silence. Left alone on the patio/porch taking in the solace of the darkened night. Just as you light another cigarette you hear the front door open. Thinking it's Eddie with your drink you started to perk but only to deflate when you lock eyes with him. You know he felt bad. Its in his demnor, in his eyes. He sits down on the bench you're perched on next to you but not too close. Silence, nothing but silence sits between you until he braves to speak first. "I'm sorry. I'm just as much to blame as you. I don't know why they" cutting him off spitting out harshly "you're not the one who split up a 10 year friendship, coming in between it. They don't to see you as someone to blame. That's all me. Did you know they're calling my Yoko now? I heard them saying it earlier, cause you know, I'm the one breaking up the band?" Your eyes casting downward to your hands looking anywhere else besides his eyes because you know you the look he's giving you. Pity. You don't want his pity or anyone else's. Trying to keep your composure clearing your throat with a scoffed laugh. Don't break. Don't break. Don't break. You keep repeating in your head. Finally looking up at him, into his eyes was a mistake. He's hurting too. You can see it. He meant his apology. "I'm sorry" you say. "I'm just being self deprecating and" You're cut off by the front door being opened. Thinking it's Eddie again, it's not. It's your boyfriend. You two weren't supposed to be talking, especially not alone. He's irritated. "Time to go." He says walking off to his car. You just know you're going to get it in the car. Dreading it, Eddie finally emerges giving you an apologetic smile also making his way to the car. "I guess it's time to go." Getting up making your way to the porch door, you stop glancing back at him sitting there "I do accept your apology. I know you meant it." With that said, you leave. Dreading the car ride home.

@i-me-mine

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson angst #angst #sadgirl

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moonlight-melts · 1 year

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I want to believe you're special

IT'S MY LITTLE BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY!!! Happy birthday Kantaro I hope you had a good day <33

I call him baby bear, it's just a nickname I give him! His character has a lot of bear imagery, so...

I don't think there are any warnings to issue here except maybe a bit of anxiety and self-deprecation at the beginning because uuuh Kantaro.

Can you tell I suck at giving gifts? Because I really do.

Title comes from Swap Out by Police Piccadilly!

PLEASE REBLOG MY WRITING.

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Kantaro ends his birthday live with a last peace sign, and lets out a relieved sigh when the little red dot indicating he was live disappears. The views count was low, barely hitting five hundred, and Kantaro can't help but wonder how worthless is existence is if people won't even be there for his birthday -that was his special day, for fuck's sake! Why couldn't they all celebrate with him?

On top of that, Esther said he'd come to celebrate today, and he was well past an hour late. Defeated, Kantaro slumps in his chair. Esther probably forgot, why would he care? Kantaro isn't all that important and the eldest has other things to do in his life that are probably much, much higher priorities than a failure of an idol like he is, right? That must be it, there's no other explanation, and...

A loud slam of the front door interrupts his train of thought, and only a few seconds pass before Esther barges into the room and literally throws himself at Kantaro, who's so taken aback he's completely frozen. When Esther pulls back, the other members of VISTY appear at the door, intrigued by the noise.

-I am so late! He says. I was indecisive and I ended up missing the train, so I told myself I'd go by bus but then I missed the stop so I had to come by foot, but I kinda got lost... I'm so sorry!

-So you didn't forget...?

The look in Kantaro's eyes and the tone of his voice are close to break Esther's heart.

-Forget? Gods, no, how could I? I'm sorry if I made you feel that way.

-No, no, it's... It's just...

He can't finish his sentence before he's engulfed in another hug.

-I'm sorry for being so late, I really should've at least send a text. Happy birthday, Kantaro.

Kantaro nuzzles his face in Esther's shoulder before pushing him back a bit. The eldest rummages through the bag he took with him and starts to explain:

-So, aside from my little orientation problem, I have other reasons for being late.

-You should really be careful, though. Toma chimes in as he sits down next to them, a slight smile on his face. You'll end up getting seriously lost one day.

-I know... Sorry for worrying you. Anyway, I made this... And got you this!

He takes out two boxes, a tupperware and a neatly wrapped present box. He points the former.

-That's the honey cake I made once, and... Listen I know you guys are idols and all but I remember you liked it so I made it again and I think it's better than last time and I just... Wanted a little something so we can all celebrate together.

-No, that's a great idea! Shogo ruffles Esther's hair in a way that makes both of them giggle. It's not like a tiny infringement of our diet will change anything.

Everyone choses to ignore the implication of the last few words as Aoi goes to fetch plates and a knife. When they come back, a light smile decorates their lips. Kantaro ended his live about ten minutes ago, and didn't touch his phone once to start ego-surfing. Esther tends to be a bit overbearing, but Aoi is endlessly thankful for it sometimes. This is one of these times. As they cut the cake, they notice Kantaro's phone is laying the farthest away from him it's been in weeks.

Kantaro himself is staring at the present and is practically vibrating from curiosity, and Esther struggles to hide his amusement. He playfully rolls his eyes when Toma nudges him with his elbow.

-Okay, okay. He laughs. Well, I hope you'll like it.

Kantaro doesn't wait before tearing open the wrapping and opening the box. Inside lies a beige hoodie made of soft, fluffy fur. When he takes it out to look at it, he notices the little ears sewn to the hood. It's oversized and, when he takes off the sweatshirt he's wearing to try on the new one, it swallows him whole like a warm hug.

Seemingly satisfied, Esther nods to himself.

-You're so cute! He ends up saying. I hoped it'd fit you, you look great.

-Thank you, Es... I love it so much!

The smile he makes is less controlled than the ones he makes on camera. It's more toothy, uneven in a sense, and there's a fondness in everyone's eyes as they watch him nuzzle his nose in the fabric.

Esther smiles, grabs Kantaro's face and smack a light kiss on his forehead before pulling him close to his chest.

-Happy birthday, baby bear. I love you.

-Mmh. I love you too.

And soon, as Aoi, Shogo and Toma join in, the whole group becomes a tangled mess of arms and legs, squeezing a giggly Kantaro in a giant... Bear hug!

#i know you can reach the stars ✨#blueberry writes 🖋️

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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So I don't usually vent to strangers on the internet, never have before at all actually. But your page is just radiating with amazing vibes and you're such a safe space. I always read your work and it makes me so happy.

Today was...yikes. and it's only really begun. For about two weeks now I've been going back and forth with a girl about working for her, she interviewed me and seemed to like me, and hired me. Well then I gave her my number and she took a while to text me even though she was supposed to the next day. Finally she says hi, I reply back and then I hear nothing when I needed to know what time I was supposed to come in on the day she set up for me to start ! Heard nothing. 6 days go by and she says sorry I have to reschedule you. I'm like no big deal! I understand and I look forward to working with you on the new day which was meant to be today.

Fast forward to this morning I'm running on 4 hours of sleep because I was so nervous last night to go to bed early, and I spend an hour getting ready. No texts, no calls from this girl, so I'm assuming we are still on. I drive all the way over there and get in 10 minutes early.

Immediately she sees me and ignores me, talking with her other worker and a customer who I could tell must have been a good friend of hers. I stand there for a bit waiting patiently when she turns to me and says I'll get you situated in a moment I have to use the bathroom. So I start chatting with the other worker, we talk about her necklace that I thought was cute.

And this is where is goes downhill.

The girl comes out of the bathroom and immediately starts in with "I'm so sorry to do this to you" and goes on to tell me that financially she can't afford me and that she has to send me home. In front of everyone, in the middle of the shop. First of all, if you can't afford me WHY LEAD ME ON?? WHY LET ME DRIVE THERE, WHY NOT AT LEAST CALL OR TEXT ME THIS MORNING??? Then she has the nerve to say in April she may contact me back if I'm still interested. Absolutely not.

I'm a disabled college student. Finding work is so hard and I finally thought I had the courage and ability to get a job and this was how I was treated? I'm embarrassed, angry and upset. She should have called, or maybe never hired me at all. And she certainly shouldn't have told me to go home in front of everyone there. I could actually cry rn.

Thinking so hard about how my amazing fictional bf Saeran would comfort me and how my bestie and future brother in law Saeyoung would crack stupid jokes to cheer me up and also help me find this lady's bosses number so I could be petty, call and tell them just how unprofessional she handles this business.

Anyways that's my little vent. You're such a light on this app and I really truly adore your work and how you treat others. You deserve a lot of good in your life and I hope it comes to you. I'll call myself 🧼 soap anon if that's not already a thing on your page, that way if I ever come back to chat with you (prob no more vents ??? I just wanna shower you in appreciation and Choi Twin brainrot) or even come off anon I can be identified. :)) have a wonderful day, please.

I'm sorry to hear that someone led you on, Soap Anon! It's hard enough to get by in our society when someone tells you that you didn't get a job. It's even harder when someone leads you on and makes you waste your gas money on nothing.

That stuff isn't cheap! If she knew there would be no way to pay you, she should've said it the very second she realized it for a fact and told you over the phone. It saves not only her time and embarrassment but your time as well.

That's no way to treat another person. I'm angry for you!

Being disabled is hard enough because society is designed to force you into poverty here in America by giving you things below the bare minimum. They nickel and dime you because they think they can and I hate that shit. Saeran wouldn't let that slide, you're right. Nobody is allowed to lead someone on for no reason. It's one thing if you think you can take on work, and it's another to realize you can't by the time you do the books.

Just be upfront with people and say, "I'm sorry, but I can give you this job right now. The business is tight. I might be able to help you later on if the money changes, thank you for your interest," over the phone! Literally. There was a way to handle this and this woman ain't shit. I can't suspect her motives or choices, but that was a horrible way to do somebody over.

Saeran would comfort you. He would wrap you in a blanket and bring you something warm to drink so you can cry and work through your emotions with him. He'd coax you into taking a day off so you can do what you need to. Cry and rest. Whereas, Saeyoung would waste not a second in getting payback for you. If you consent. He can make the world know not to work for this woman because she treats workers like that.

No excuse to lead someone on because they made some kind of mistake and don't want to own up to their mistake! Just be upfront! Don't make Saeyoung dismantle you to ribbons for treating his family like garbage. Because he can and will do that. You can always count on Saeran and Saeyoung to make you feel respected. If nothing else.

#tw vent #longpost #long post #soap anon #mod kait

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imnotyourbrah · 1 year

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love is dead

So, fellas. I have no clue why am I here, like my teenage self, writing down the same shit, like me teenage self. But here I am, and so are you, so let me make sure we all end up on a very soulful journey and may my words shine brighter than the morning star (coming from someone who wanted to completely give up on writing)

And like the hopeless romantics we all are, today's story is about my experiments with online love, because I am too fragile for real love.

I will gladly skip the first two guys, because they really didn't change me or my view on love. The second one sure tried, but it was only after the third guy that I started to comprehend what the second guy was trying to tell me.

anyway, moving on...

you see that photo up there, it's one of those rare moments in a film where time stops and so does your heart. where you feel chills run down your back. this moment is cherished by one and all. and this moment can only exist in films and books, that is all.

coming back to my experiments with love. I never loved the third guy, or so I thought. It was only when he left, that I began to understand what love is, love isn't passion or hot steamy sex or holding hands or any physical stuff. love also isn't going on dates, buying loads of stuff for each other (writing this one for the materialistic bitches out there).

Then what is love? or what is louuuuuuuuuu...

Love or Luv or Louuu is tolerance. I want to write compromise and I want to write acceptance, but I have though about it and I might actually be fine with the word tolerance. If you can tolerate a person, tolerate their stupidity, ignorance, bad habits, good habits, affection, distance, etc, that is what love is to me.

Because why would I be awake and listening to a guy rant at 2 AM when I have office in 3 hours. I don't see me doing that for anyone. When I rant, I'm whiney, but when you rant, I let you let it all out. See classic example of one sided love. I am sort of a master of it.

This dude changed my whole outlook on love. Not only do I not believe in it now, I also feel repulsed by the thought that my past self believed in it. Or I let myself believe in it. I should've been smarter.

Anywayyyyy, back to the topic. A friend of mine, a really close friend of mine, experienced something strange when she was living with her cousin. She saw her cousin's flatmate have an affair with a woman with a husband and two kids, now the whole family would meet up, husband included and here she is losing her mind thinking about how do such people exist and why, when she narrated me the entire incident, all I could hear was death in her tone. Like someone killed her will to live, and at that moment, I knew this was messed up. From the husband's point of view and specially from the kids point of view. But that was the harsh reality of life, love is dead, families are dead, loyalty is dead, we are dead.

Today, a couple of hours ago, this colleague of mine rings my doorbell. We live in the same building, not that close friends, he says his grandmother just passed away and that he needs to leave for his hometown ASAP. I get sad for him, then I see a girl next to him. He tells that girl to give me the keys, says she's his friend. I say, "okay, take care".

As soon as I close the door. It strikes me, the apartment is pretty small for two. And didn't he have a girlfriend that he was supposed to marry? My heart starts sinking. Him TOO??? I really can't respect him or even look at him anymore, I have another guy I hate in my ocean of men I hate.

So I guess, every fucking body is either a coward and cheating, or shameless and openly in a casual relationship, because honestly, why should we tolerate anyone, we are perfect, why change for anyone, why love anyone, let's be assholes for the rest of our lives. pfffft

Or not.

I don't want to be any of that. In fact I don't want love now. I am happy alone. Don't want attention, or tolerance or anything, because I already know what's in store. It is all a shit load of gutter and defiance and selfishness.

I would rather have kids with a rich man than kids with someone who will love me or at least pretend to love me for like max 8 months. I hope that makes sense. but love is dead, and we can all move on and look for a sad lonely life, although there is a way to not be sad, but that topic is for another article I suppose.

#blog #love is dead

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ah0rmone · 3 years

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dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu smut #tw // dubcon

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred. He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window. And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day. Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly. "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone. He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern. “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology.

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid. Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was. A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that. And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant. When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that? I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly. His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you? You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’. You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll. I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier. Is that what you want, sweetheart? To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away. “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them. “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt? Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly. He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again. The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace. "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak. But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women! And you know what I love most? Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you. All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for. Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled. “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming? Shit," he moaned. "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs. "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh? Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right. Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby? Wanna be my little slut? Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real. But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that. He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed. “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are. But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest. Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously. "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air. "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp. "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible. Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced. They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them. "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste. Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah? Wanna get knocked up? You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley. Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence. It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain. "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body. Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt. “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

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stansethandpaul · 3 years

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Checkmate (Part I)

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Request: "hey! i wanna request a paul imagine, maybe something about him leaving the reader in order to protect her from something happening in the area. rather than keeping her safe, it made them a target to the vampires (maybe Riley and victoria) and they attempt to change the reader in front of the pack and the Cullens to weaken them during the battle. thank you!" -Anon TW: Injuries (for now, I'll update it as part 2 comes out :)! ) A/N: I really actually liked writing this and it did take a bit out of me to think of a perfect scenario but this is what I thought would fit best! Please enjoy everyone :) feel free to comment too because I love interacting w ygs 😭

Paul Lahote x GN!reader

NOTE!: The prompt list that I had posted will be ending this Sunday so please send in your last votes and I will be adding the most popular to my list. However it doesn't mean I won't be posting other prompts too as I really do love a lot of them, the most popular will just have the priority first and followed swift by the second most popular, etc.

112 days, 16 months, 4 months. It's been 112 days since I've seen Paul.

His face no longer graces the halls. His stupid laughter doesn't reach my ears anymore, I don't see his stupid smirk whenever I blush anymore. It's frustrating just to see him go like that. Did I mean nothing to him? Was our friendship just a joke to him?

Thoughts raced in my mind as the road blurred. I huffed out a breath to see the window fog up before I saw the school entered my peripheral. I swung my backpack over my shoulder before whispering out a small goodbye to my mom. Walking to the school, the gloomy sky and wet pavement seemed to reflect my mood pretty well. Upon entering, I walked with my head down, speeding to history class. I dared not to spare another look at the halls that Paul and I used to walk through. Tears pricking my eyes at the mere thought before blinking them away. I needed to be strong, reminding myself.

The ringing bell prompted the arrival of my dull teacher.

Expecting a boring monologue from him again, I laid my head down trying to salvage what little sleep I could get.

"Hello class, before we go on with our scheduled program, we actually have someone new today!"

Intrigued, I lifted my head.

"Hi, I'm Riley and I just transferred here from a school a couple cities away, I hope that you all can treat me well." A pale rather young boy with chocolate hair, similar to that of Paul's, stood in front of the class smiling and waving.

He strode over to an empty table right next to me, ignoring the intense stare of the girls in the class. He smiled at me and waved, maybe this was a chance for a new friend. Maybe he was the remedy I needed for Paul.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," I said curtly before turning my attention back to the front.

"What's your name?" His chin resting on one arm while staring me down ignoring the droning voice of the teacher.

"U-uh-uhm my name is Y/N," stuttering due to the sudden question that popped on me.

The more I stared at his eyes, I noticed that those brown eyes looked, lifeless.

"Let's hang out today, that is if you're not busy?" Questioning me as he leaned closer promptly causing me to lean away more, I leaned away to make room.

Hesitation swarmed my mind, I was torn between getting fresh air for the first time in a while OR coming back to the comfort of my tear-stained sheets. Looking back at it, I should've just gone home.

"Sure, I'll be free for the most part. Just gotta be home before 8pm y'know, curfew." Chuckling nervously as I fiddled with my pen.

"Yeah no problem, we won't even be out for that long." He beamed before giving me an odd stare and turning his attention back to the board.

School passed by seamlessly, as I walked out of the school I saw Riley waiting by the stairs, right where Paul would wait for me.

"May I have the honor of taking this lovely person out somewhere?" He said jokingly as he took my hand with an equally charming smile plastered on.

"Why yes, you can Mr. Pillsbury," poking fun at his unnaturally pale skin. Finding it funny myself, I let out a giggle only to be met with a dead stare from him before he seemed to snap out of it. Weird.

I hopped in his car before being driven off to Port Angeles for a much-needed night.

We explored all that Port Angeles had to offer, movies, dinner, a small photo booth, and even a dress shop. The night sky filled with our laughter and stupid stories as we ran down the street.

For once in my life, I felt alive again. I felt like myself, not a husk anymore.

Driving home with the window down, the cool breeze whipped in my face prompting me to close my eyes for a moment. Opening my eyes again, red eyes seemed to stare back at mine decorated by pale red hair in the dashboard mirror. Reeling back from shock, the seatbelt tugged on me as I almost hit Riley on the arm whilst he was driving.

"Yoooo, chill out what's got you so freaked out?" He laughed before I readjusted myself in the seat.

"Nothing, just a bug." A curt response left my mouth, feeling my body tense up under the awkwardness.

After what seemed like hours, I noticed that we were in the middle of the woods, thick trees blocked my vision and the road that seemed to lay ahead.

"This is a shortcut but the road gets thinner here so we're gonna need to get off and walk," Riley said whilst unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.

I felt my stomach flip upside down as a wave of nausea washed over me, my gut told me to run and my gut was never wrong, ever.

I hopped out of the car slowly, seemingly walking with Riley while he was cracking jokes. Noticing my cautious demeanor, his face dropped. He stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning to me.

Rolling his eyes and cracking his neck, he stood there peering at my eyes, he reached towards his eyes before seemingly peeling his brown eyes off. He was wearing contacts this whole time, hiding the blood-red eyes under.

"This really would've been much easier if you were more gullible, sorry it has to be like this." He sighed before walking towards me at an alarming pace.

Turning around, I sprinted for the end of the treeline. My lungs burning while my muscles strained under my desire to run even faster. Weaving in between trees and ducking under branches, I hoped to lose him.

Seeing the lights up ahead, I sprinted towards it even though my lungs were pleading for me to stop. I checked behind me to not see Riley anywhere close before looking forward again. Red, red hair, red eyes, pale skin. I stopped dead in my tracks before turning right hoping to find an escape.

Riley stood there instead.

I turned left, the woman once again.

I was trapped. There was no way out.

"Well done Riley, I knew I could rely on you." A silky-soft voice spoke, I turned frantically towards the woman. Seeing her closer now, I noted her immense beauty, she looked like she hasn't aged, unnaturally young almost.

"Do you think this will really work Victoria? Will the mutt really come for her?" I whipped my head back again, bewildered by what he said. Mutt? Come for me?

"I think you have the wrong person, a mutt? come for me?" I questioned furiously thinking it was some sick joke.

"No, we're sure we have the right person, you'll just have to cooperate to make this easy and painless." The woman who I presumed to be Victoria, her red eyes eerily staring at me.

"Painless? what the fuck are you on lady, I'll call 911!" My voice rising as I threatened her hoping it would scare them off while waving my phone around.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance before holding me by the neck and hoisting me into the air causing the phone to fall out of my hands and be crushed. My legs flailed around as I fought for air, nails clawing at her hand in hopes she would let go.

"You really need to shut up," annoyed at my previous statement, "you know mouthing off won't get you anywhere in life right?" Scoffing before increasing the grip on my neck.

I gasped for air desperately before she dropped me to the floor, my knees hit the forest floor, gasping for air as the world around me spinning.

"I can smell their mutt stench from here, they're close Riley. Remember what I told you, kill that one mutt and we'll have free reign." Victoria lulled to him, her hands holding his face as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Gross.

I got up, attempting to make a dash for it once more before being knocked down again.

"Uh uh uh, not just yet little pawn. Be a bit more patient and I can dispose of you painlessly," her haunting laughter mocked my failed attempt at escape.

I whipped my head towards the forest as a snarl could be heard in the thick foliage. Yellow eyes peered through the thick trees as a pack of wolves trudged through.

My eyes widened at the sheer size they were, the size of a bear or even bigger. More and more came out of the woods, probably about 8 or so as they approached us.

"Took you long enough you horrid mutts," Riley sneered as he pinched his nose.

A dark silver wolf looked at me, its eyes were reminiscent of someone I knew. It seemed to know who I was, and deep down, I had a feeling I knew who it was too.

Feeling myself being hoisted into the air again, Victoria held me by my neck once more.

"One more step and I'll make sure your beloved here, dies." Laughing as the wolves seemingly understood her, backing off whilst still snarling.

"It's simple really, give us permission to be on this land and your love here, lives, or give us the Swan girl. A soul for a soul." She licked her lips as she finished her sentence. Goosebumps formed on me as she stared at me intently.

It clicked, this was a big game of chess to her. I was her pawn. Riley was a pawn too, he was played. We were disposable pieces and it was all falling into place.

Snapping out of my thoughts as a dark brown wolf stepped up a bit but my attention was soon turned away when I felt a sharp pain nearing my collarbone. She had snapped it with her bare hands. My collarbone was broken.

A horrid cry escaped my lips as I struggled to escape her grip.

"I told you, one more step and they die. I wasn't playing Black." Sneering as she seemingly got closer to my neck.

The mind-searing pain distracted me from the moment the black wolf pounced on her. I was dropped to the hard floor with a thud, the air being knocked out of me.

Tears streaked down my face from the pain and as I opened my eyes, the silver wolf was staring back at me, right in front of me.

Realization hit me.

"Paul?"

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thesunmeltedthegrayaway · 2 years

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Diners and Shiners: Sodapop Curtis x Male!Reader

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I feel like this the ending is kinda meh... but I like the beginning haha.

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~~~ Sodapop Curtis was a dream, a relief I thought I could never find. I was always told to act a certain way, be in a relationship with a certain gender, and be like every other cookie-cutter man. But I knew myself all too well. I knew the things I liked, the things I wanted to make out of my life. They weren't up to society's standards and the skewed moral high ground they had come up with.

And that terrified me at first, not because I would care about what others thought about me. But rather, that I wouldn't find anyone who wanted the same things out of life as I did. I didn't want structure and a set routine. I wanted to live life freely, and get high off of the rush it presented to me.

But then he came around and washed away those worries in a flash. Every standard and wish I had come up with when it came to my significant other was the exact definition of him. He was drunk on life; he had an easy-going philosophy. He'd move in whatever direction life wanted him to go, whether it was difficult or not. It was hard for me not to fall for him. He was like a magnet; one whose pull was so strong the force it exuded could not be ignored. But it wasn't until he reciprocated the feelings I had for him that I fully embraced the pull he had on me. And it was blissful being with someone as understanding and carefree as him.

But of course, there would always be people who would be nosy. People who would think they had the right to comment on things that didn't concern them. I had prepared myself for it long before I had gotten with Soda. So I knew to let things roll down my back, and consider their words to be nothing but air. But Soda, on the other hand, had a bit of a harder time letting comments and stares like that go.

I had to admit though, I never would've expected the usual high-on-life Soda to act like this...

~~~

Soda and I had decided to go out on a double date with Pony and Cherry. In our heads, the idea sounded great, simple. We hadn't really thought something bad would happen. We didn't think that someone would disrupt our evening... because who really does something like that?

But, I guess we should've today.

The group of socs Cherry had hung out with once before were subtle in their jeering at first. The first time I had seen them today they stood across the street staring at the four of us through the window of the diner. Thankfully Pony and Soda didn't notice, but Cherry and I could feel their stares burning holes into us right away. For a bit, that's all I could focus on. With their taunting eyes and mocking smirks, their posture looked confrontational. I began to imagine the things they planned on doing. Maybe they'd try and jump us from behind, or do anything to embarrass the hell out of us. Or...

A hand on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts. I jumped slightly, turning my head to look into Soda's concerned eyes.

"You okay over there?" He asked, his tone laced with slight worry.

I couldn't help but smile at his question. It was just an effect he had over me.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just got lost in my head for a second." I wasn't lying technically... I just chose to not delve into my thoughts.

His once slightly frowned lips curved into his usual charming smirk. He draped an arm around my shoulder before pulling me close to him.

"You're always getting lost in that head of yours." He teased before giving me a peck on the forehead.

I looked across the table. Cherry looked at me with slight skepticism. She could see right through my excuse. Her stare made me nervous slightly; the glint in her fiery eyes could intimidate anyone.

"Why don't we head out to the Drive-in now, the sun looks like it's going to set real soon," Cherry spoke up concisely.

"Yeah, we should get goin'." I added.

Soda and Pony looked at us curiously but didn't object to our idea, thankfully. I had hopes that the socs across the way would mind their business. But this was Tusla, that hope I had was something I knew was never going to happen...

~~~ They followed us like I knew they would. But they surprisingly kept their distance when we got to the drive-in at first. But their subtlety didn't last long; they made their presence known not too long after the movie had started. They acted childishly at first, throwing popcorn and empty pop cups at Soda and I. But it wasn't too much of a bother. Well, to me at least, no matter how calm Soda usually is I could tell his collected state was slowly chipping away.

"Someone's asking to get their head ripped off." Soda muttered bitterly.

I flinched as I felt another piece of popcorn hit my head before I could speak. My annoyance was slowly growing at the childish antics the other socs were doing.

"Just try to ignore them, getting into a fight with them isn't worth it." I reply quietly, my hand reaching over to grasp his in hopes of calming him down.

"It might be worth it." Soda grumbled grumpily, his hand now squeezing mine a bit too tightly.

"Yeah, it might be worth it in the moment. But then you get this aftermath called hurricane Darry." I deadpan making Soda laugh.

"Yeah laugh it up now but don't say I didn't warn you when Darry locks you up in the house. The only way you'll be able to talk to me is through the screendoor." I joke.

Soda went to say something, but his sentence faltered as soon as another piece of popcorn hit his head. Any composure he had seemed to have crumbled away at that moment. He stood up with vigor, his eyes shot daggers at the group of socs behind us.

"Can you get lost already?" He snapped.

Well, so much for pretending like they didn't exsist.

They merely laugh at his anger clearly not taking him seriously. "Can you two stop being freaks of nature already?" One shouted trying to mimic Soda's tone from earlier.

I turned my head to eye them myself, my eyes deadly in their stare. "You're abhorrent." I spat out now standing up next to Soda.

The socs raised themselves up from their seats. A few shouts of protest could be heard from the people sitting behind us. I had a feeling this night wasn't going to have such a smooth ending.

"Oh just leave them alone, do you guys really have nothing better to do?" Cherry asked in a sharp tone now standing next to us.

"Don't you have better people you could be hanging out with? I will never understand why you hang out with these scum." Another one sneered.

"The only scum I'm lookin' at is standing right in front of me." She answered back with ease.

It always shocked me how easily Cherry could stand up to the people she once called her friends now. I still remember the beginning of her relationship with Pony. She didn't even utter a word when they began to taunt them. I was glad she eventually found her voice as time went on.

"Look just buzz off, okay? I don't think you want to end your night being humiliated," I say tensely.

"Who's going to humiliate us?" One of the socs says looking around the packed drive-in. He then points back at us with a faux stunned look on his face. "Wait is it you guys?"

"No shit," I answer back bluntly.

"Oh okay." The soc replies back nonchalantly. He looks around the drive-in again. Then suddenly a force hit me right in the chest making me fall down to the ground unceremoniously. The next few seconds honestly felt like a blur. One second I was on the ground and then the next I see Soda swinging as hard as he could at the soc's face. The soc held his jaw, it began to bruise almost immediately due to the strike. But he recovered quickly throwing a punch of his own.

"No no no." I rushed out as they began to break out into a fight. I grabbed at Soda attempting to pull him back. But it was kinda hard to do that when his friends jumped in. Ponyboy had been so quiet the whole night I had almost forgotten he was there. He too jumped in trying to separate the quickly escalating fight.

"That's it break it up!" A new voice shouted, my eyes followed the direction of the voice. It was one of the cops that stood at the entrance of the drive-in. They never really did their job very well, all they'd do was stand there and "make sure" no one drove home drunk. In reality, all they would really do is stare into your window for a few seconds before sending you on their way. Maybe they would do their job this time, and diffuse the situation.

That was a funny thought... it really was.

~~~ Having our night end with Sodapop in cuffs was not the way I wanted things to go. Out of everyone in the gang, Soda was the last person I would ever think to see getting hauled off to the cooler. But, I was living in that reality now. What made that said reality even worse was that one of us would have to tell Darry what happened.

Cherry had dropped us off at Pony's house before speeding off. Which was a smart decision on her part... I wouldn't want to be around to see our conversation unfold either. Ponyboy and I just stood at the front of their chain-linked contemplating what we were going to do.

"Look why don't you just climb through your bedroom window and hide while I run home for the night?" I say only half-joking. Ponyboy just gave me an unamused look before pretty much dragging me to the house. When we got in Darry was sitting in his armchair reading a newspaper. He was surprisingly the only one here so he was probably enjoying the rare moment of silence.

"Hey, you guys are back early." Darry greeted as soon as he looked up from the newspaper his expression twisted into confusion. "Where's Soda?"

He was met with complete silence at first, Pony and I stared nervously at one another.

"What's wrong with you two, you're acting like he got arrested or somethin'," Darry said with a laugh but his laughter died down slowly when we didn't respond again.

I looked over a Pony with a broken smile. "So, are you going to tell him, or should I?"

"You can go ahead," Ponyboy replied without hesitation as he sat down on the couch.

I turned back over to Darry whose face had completely lost any ounce of humor it once had.

"You're a really good guesser Dar," I say with a nervous laugh. "And I really hope you have bail money."

"What the hell did he do!?" Darry asked shooting up from his armchair as he spoke.

"He may or may not have gotten into a fight with a soc."

Darry was growing more and more irritated by the minute. He looked as though he didn't know how to function or how to react. "Oh for the love of-"

"But he didn't start it!" I added quickly.

Darry went to speak but he suddenly got tongue-tied and stammered for a bit before just giving up on talking and stalking off to his room. The house vibrated slightly as he slammed the door. I stood there awkwardly for a moment basking in the silence in the room.

"I think he took that well..."

~~~ Darry still seemed pretty pissed off the next morning. Any room or space he entered suddenly filled with tension. He hadn't uttered a single word today, which was rare for him. He must've been really mad if he couldn't even think of something to say still. I could feel the apprehension fill me as we made our way down to the police station. I didn't know if they'd buy our story or have an automatic bias when it came to us. Because let's face it, the socs will almost always have law enforcement on their side.

When Pony, Darry, and I walked into the jail an officer working there greeted us plainly.

"What can I help you with?" He asked half-heartily.

Darry cleared before speaking. "I'm here to post bail on Sodapop Curtis. He uh... got into an altercation last night."

The officer's face went from uninterested to smug in a matter of seconds. "Oh, he's the one who attacked that group of boys last night."

I guess those socs told a pretty inflated story...

"Umm, officer, I don't mean to be disrespectful here but he didn't just attack them. He was defending himself and me." I interject trying to stay composed.

"That's not what I heard last night sir." The officer answered back with a tinge of attitude.

"Well are the group of boys who accused Sodapop of this "attack" still here?"

"Of course not."

I gave Darry a fed-up look, he returned it with one of his own almost immediately.

"Officer, those group of boys had been harassing us all day yesterday. They were following us, throwing things at us, and then at the movies, they ended up shoving me down to the ground. Soda just defended me." I explained, the officer gave me a skeptical look.

"Really?" He asked, his eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"I have no reason to lie, sir. I couldn't tell you a single one of those boys' names not one of them." I admit as cooly as I could.

The officer's attention shifted from me to Ponyboy who seemed pretty nervous at the situation that was unfolding.

"Be honest kid, is he tellin' the truth?" The officer interrogated.

Ponyboy nodded almost immediately before speaking. "Yes sir, they started it, Soda just defended him when things got physical." Pony explained.

The officer sighed and just stared at us for a minute. He then got up suddenly and walked away without saying anything to us.

"I think he really likes us." I joke meekly.

"Sure he does," Darry replied, a small smirk threatened to expose itself on his lips.

~~~

I didn't really know how long we were waiting around in the police station. Nothing around me gave me a sure indicator of how much time had gone by. All I could really do was stand there in complete boredom not really knowing what was going on. But those feelings of boredom and uncertainty washed away once I saw Soda walking behind the officer. Soda seemed both relieved yet worried at the same time when he saw us.

"I'm lettin' you off the hook this one time Curtis. But if you pull a stunt like that again don't expect me to be so forgiving the next time around." The officer said gruffly.

Soda simply nodded in response before walking over to us.

I greeted him with a soft smile, it was tempting to pull him in for a kiss. But that wouldn't exactly go down very well in a police station. As soon as Darry finished signing Soda's release form we quickly left the police station.

"Not going to lie Soda, I was fully expecting our next conversation to take place with bars separating us." I joke before giving him a peck on his cheek. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder as we walked to Darry's truck.

Soda began to pepper my face with kissing making me giggle. "I missed you darlin'," He spoke in a lovesick tone between kisses.

"Well," Darry spoke up making us pull apart slightly. "You're gonna be missin' him a lot more. All you're going to be doing for the next 2 weeks is work and then you're coming right back to the house little brother."

"I told you he'd lock you inside the house," I said with a laugh once I saw how disappointed Soda looked.

"I gotta start listening to you more." Soda admitted glumly as we all got inside the truck.

"Yeah, you should," I replied teasingly.

As Darry began to drive back to the house I leaned my head on Soda's shoulder. He looked down at me fondly smiles curved our lips without us even realizing it. The feelings of content and happiness was all I could really focus on now.

Life with Soda is always a bit chaotic in some way, but I wouldn't change that in any way.

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Jack Krauser x Female Reader, You Don't Always Have To Take Things So Seriously!

A/N: I hope you guys (and the amazing person who requested this) don't mind I used a picture of someone else... As I wrote this out I started to realize I wrote the reader to kinda act like Meg from Supernatural so you could get the mood I was going for if that makes sense. If you don't know who that is well... I failed today lol and if you all really want me to I will remove the picture. :) I want everyone to enjoy my writings.

I really hope the person who requested this liked it... if there are aspects you would like me to change, let me know! This was a bit more challenging than I thought so I hope I did your idea justice and sorry if it's too short!

"Y/L/N, you'll be working with Krauser... he's one of our elite forces, you'll learn quickly with him." I couldn't help but smirk at the request that was made. The stone-cold mercenary had always piqued my interest and now I was finally going to be able to work with him. The meeting was ended shortly and I slinked my way over to Krauser, the smirk hadn't left my face.

"So looks like you're stuck with me now huh?" I lightly punched his arm jokingly. "Ow," I whispered to myself, my knuckles felt as if they had begun to bruise.

"We'll start training tomorrow morning Y/L/N, don't expect me to take it easy on you just because you're new," Krauser stated gruffly.

"I've been here for six months... I'm not that new." I said rolling my eyes. "You sure do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you? Do you treat all girls like this or did you save that line just for me?"

He grumbled to himself before leaving completely ignoring my statement.

"We're off to a great start," I said to myself, my face was red with slight embarrassment... but I wasn't gonna give up that easy.

...

When he said he wasn't going to go easy on me, he wasn't kidding. Pre-workouts felt as if I had been running for 3 days. By the time the actual workout was finished I was like jelly on the floor.

"C'mon Y/L/N is that all you can handle?" He asked, I hoped he was just teasing me. The lack of oxygen was going to start getting to me.

"Oh, what can I say, Krauser, you take my breath away." I panted out and winked. He just stared down at me and rolled his eyes, his stone-cold face seemed even colder than usual.

"Oh don't be so grumpy," I replied, my breath had finally returned to its normal pace as I stood up. I stretched and winced as I felt my muscles tense.

...

We had been sent on a quick mission, or at least it should've been quick. We instead got lost on the way and we were currently scouring through a sketchy forest.

"Krauser I'm just gonna say it, I don't think we're meant to fucking be here."

"Dumbass must've given us the wrong coordinates." He replied a tinge of annoyance was in his voice.

"Hopefully they won't... leaf us behind." I joked badly. I could hear him groan in faux pain. It in return made me laugh.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week." We continued stepping through the forest. Most of its leaves crunched beneath our feet.

We eventually did find our way to our location, it seemed to be a gigantic warehouse... but if this was anything like our other missions it was going to be completely abnormal.

...

We had separated from each other in hopes of finding a single sample quicker. It turned out to be a smart move after I had unlocked an electronically locked door I had located the sample almost immediately. I grabbed the radio strapped to my hip and made my way back to the agreed meeting point.

"Krauser, I've located the sample and I am heading back now."

I waited for a few seconds but got no response.

"Krauser? Do you copy?" Still nothing but dead air. I sighed and pulled out my gun again. I made way my back to the meeting point only to be met with Krauser being restrained by some strange man. I aimed my gun toward the man immediately but he just chuckled in response. He just pulled Krauser up and shielded himself from the laser point.

"Krauser, you literally lift a million pounds worth of weights how in the hell did you get trapped by..." I paused scanning the scrawny-looking man. "By him?" I asked, I could feel some panic arising within me.

"Sedative..." He mumbled in a tone that was unlike one I've heard from him.

"It's his own fault... snooping around here trying to steal my sample. It was quite foolish really, taking something that doesn't belong to you..."

An idea popped into my head. I reached into the hip pack I had and pulled out the sample.

"If you don't let him go your precious little sample will be nothing more than glass stuck in my boot," I said in a deadly tone. I could see the man grow nervous, he took a deep breath before replying.

"You wouldn't dare..." He hissed at me, his grip seemed to become shaky.

I dropped the vile down onto the ground.

"Try me hot shot..." I smirked

"Listen..." The man started. I moved my right foot over the sample.

"DON'T!" The man yelled, Krauser winced from the volume of his yell.

I just smirked back at him before lifting my foot up and stomping the vile into nothing more than dust.

"NO!" He yelled as he dropped Krauser onto the ground. He ran over to the pile of glass before looking furiously back up at me. He then charged toward me and shoved me against the wall. My gun fell out of my hand as he put his hands around my neck. I closed my eyes and struggled against the pressure. For a scrawny man, he sure had some strength to him. I tried to reach for my knife but It was barely out of reach.

I gasped out in relief as the pressure was ripped off of me. I collapsed down to the ground and started coughing. Krauser had seemed to finally get his strength back. He pulled out his gun and shot the man at once. I winced at the sickening sound of the metal reaching the man's chest.

"You okay Y/N?" Krauser asked.

I just nodded breathless, my hand still lightly on my throat.

"At a loss for words? I'm in shock." He replied teasingly. It was a rare moment for him to use my own banter against me.

I breathlessly laughed at him as I got up. I walked over to the small pile of glass and liquid and pulled out a cotton swab.

"Hopefully this will suffice... or the boss is gonna kill me," I said hoarsely. I raised up and put the swab back into my hip pouch. When I lifted my head I was met with a quick and shocking kiss. I stared at the culprit of it in shock. Krauser chuckled at me as he walked out of the warehouse leaving me behind.

"If all it took to get a kiss from you was to get choked I would've gotten myself choked months ago!" I yelled running after him.

Am I really sorry if this sucked... I feel really unsure about it lol.

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misschifuyu · 3 years

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Temporary

characters: sano manjiro (mikey) + gn! reader

genre: angst

warnings: swearing

It didn’t take a genius to notice.

At first, you figured it was simply because of work; busy work amongst the members that he had to deal with, taking up all his free time. You understood what it meant to be the leader of such a prestigious gang - if one could call it as such - so you didn’t think much of it.

“Did everything go okay today?”

“Yeah”

It was strange, to say the least, seeing him so quiet as you greeted him into your home. Having not seen him in a few days, you figured this would be a perfect opportunity to get together, one Wednesday afternoon you thought he would be free.

Of course, he had answered your text with an ‘okay’ to your suggestion; as a result, you were surprised to see him in such a glum mood.

That afternoon he had sat with you, but it felt as though the two of you were miles apart. Only a few words were exchanged, and you knew, without a doubt, that something wasn’t right.

Days passed on, and you tried to leave him some space. You knew well how much Mikey could get overwhelmed with life’s troubles, so you figured it was best to leave him sort them out before trying to intervene. The last thing you wanted was to make matters worse, after all, so you trusted it was the right decision.

Unfortunately, this ended up spanning into a week without knowing anything about him.

As it got to the 7th day, you couldn’t stop yourself from calling him. Grabbing your own, you clicked on his profile, a picture of the two of you showing up as you did.

What if something had happened to him?

Listening to the ringing tone by your ear, your mind drifted off into all the possibilities; despite knowing how your boyfriend was, you still worried for him. More than he could ever even imagine, frankly.

After a few seconds, you reckoned he wasn’t going to pick up. You couldn’t even begin to think of why, your legs taking you out into the streets of Tokyo as you hurried to the place you could only think he would be.

Near the riverbed.

Luckily, your house wasn't located too far from the spot where you had spent countless evenings throughout your relationship. It always seemed to bring Mikey a sense of serenity, watching the water flow by as he would rest on the grassy hill. Truthfully, you weren't entirely sure you'd find him there, but it was a place to start searching for him, at least.

Rounding the corner of the final block, you spotted a sitting figure. By the flowing, black jacket that was hung on the person's back, you recognised them immediately - unless another Toman member had decided to get a very similar haircut to your boyfriend, that is.

You were relieved, glad to know that you weren't going to have to search for him or even ask around for his whereabouts. And as far as you could tell, he didn't seem to be injured or in any bad state. Letting your chest heave out a deep breath from running just seconds earlier, you slowed down your pace to approach him.

He was silent. No surprise, seeing as he was alone, but as you got closer you could tell that he was far from being in a happy mood. The way his eyes were locked onto the distant view of the city made it clear that he was deep in though, and seeing as he wasn't accompanied by anyone, it would seem that he had come here to be alone with his thoughts.

A sense of pity filled your senses, and all you wanted to do was console him. But you knew that would be of no way to come up to him, so you stopped a few metres away from him, hoping he had already sensed your presence, so as to not startle him.

"...Manjiro?"

Addressing him by his first name, you remained still in your position. By his slow reaction, you assumed he had known you were there, but had chosen to ignore your presence until you spoke up.

He looked up at you with what could only be described as an empty stare. It worried you, seeing him look at you with such dull eyes, but you stood silent, waiting for him to speak up on his behalf.

"Why are you here?"

Far from what you had expected as the first words he aimed at you after a week's worth of disappearance, you sucked in a breath. Was this really his reaction upon seeing you after such a time period? And if you hadn't come, would he have continued to act as if you held no place in his life?

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay...You haven't come over for a week, so I was starting to worry and-"

"It was for your own good"

Upon his interruption, you knitted your eyebrows together, a prominently confused look on your face.

"What?"

Mikey blinked away from you, looking instead towards whatever was behind you. He was avoiding eye contact with you, and that was the last thing you needed when you were trying to understand him. His distance had been a clear sign that something was wrong, and now he couldn't even bare to look straight at you.

"Things have been getting complicated as of late, and I didn't want to bother you with all of that"

Now that you had a closer look at him, you could see that he wasn't in the same shape he was always in. His right arm, which had been out of your sight until you stopped before him, showed a series of dark bruises, and a nasty cut was split by his top lip, clearly caused recently by the bright, red tones that made up the injury.

That wasn't to mention his ripped attire. Strewn across the sleeves and even the front piece, they looked to be a consequence from a knife, tearing the fabric in an attempt to reach him instead.

"Mikey, you know you would never bother me with any of this, you should've come to my house, I would've helped you"

With a shake of his head, the blond strands that you so loved to run your fingers through moved in sync with his movements.

"No, Y/N. Shit gets ugly after a fight, and the last thing I want is for you to see me like that. Can't you just be patient for a little longer?"

His tone was starting to sound aggravated, and you hadn't the faintest ideas as to why. All you had done was come up to him to ask about his wellbeing, and yet he was adamant in pushing you away.

"Patient? Mikey, I've been worried sick this past week, not knowing where you've been or what you've been doing. All I've gotten are ignored calls and messages, do you really expect me to just be alright with that?"

He had turned to look back at the river by now, listening to you but with what seemed to be very little interest. It was as if you were speaking to a wall, and you were starting to get worried that this wasn't going to end well.

The fact he didn't trust you enough to continue to be at his side when at his lowest point was giving you clear signs that something wasn't going right in the relationship. He had helped you countless times when you needed him, so how come he didn't allow himself to seek out your help in such times?

The silence between the two of you was heart wrenching.

"Manjiro? Are you even listening to me?"

Shoulders lifting, he closed his eyes momentarily before turning fully towards you.

"Y/N, I'm just fucking afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself. It's not all sunshine and smiles, but I don't want you to see that because I know damn well you'll leave me if I show up to your house looking like this"

So he didn't.

He didn't believe he could count on you when he was going through tough moments. He truly thought you were so empty-hearted that you would leave him for something you knew right from the start could happen. Hell, you knew before even dating that he could show up busted and bloodied out of the blue.

And yet he had convinced himself that, somehow, you would ditch him because of it.

He had created a distance between the two of you, one that you had never thought even existed. On your behalf, such a gap had never even come to mind, but it seemed his just continued to grow.

"I would never leave you for something like that, Mikey...why would you even think of that? I love you for everything that you are, no matter the state you come home in"

"Don't lie to yourself, Y/N. I know what kind of person I can be, and it's far from something one would want to be with. I'm a worthless idiot who spends his days fighting endlessly without a clear objective...what if I end up doing the same to you?"

"Mikey, don't say that, you know-"

"No, I fucking don't, okay? Every damn day I'm scared that I could turn on everything that I know and love, and I don't want you to go through that"

You could feel a knot in your stomach as you took in his words, each one hurting more that the last. Why would he speak about himself like that? You knew he didn't have an easy life but, turn on everyone? That was far from the reality.

"But-"

"Look, I'm not dealing with this, now or ever. If it bothers you that much, you can leave. I'm not going to put you in any sort of danger, so if you see that as negligence, I don't see us getting any further than this"

That's how he felt.

That's how he felt about the relationship; something to be brushed off so easily in a matter of a few words.

Just a temporary circumstance.

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I’m On Fire [Chapter 2]

With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer start to put a plan together.

A/N: I’ve got a head cold at the mo’ but I had to get a covid test just in case so I’m not allowed leave my room till I get the results! So enjoy a bonus chapter while I wallow on my own for like 36 hours :( On a positive note, thank you guys all so much for the response to chapter 1 I really didn’t see that coming! I’ve tagged everyone who asked, let me know if you wanna be added

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: Cursing, some NSFW language/themes

Word Count: 6.1k

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"Are you coming up or what?"

The question was still ringing in my ears. It caught me completely off guard. 'Up' as in up to Spencer's apartment? Where he lived? I knew he lived somewhere in theory, just like I knew deep down that he wasn't made in a test tube.

Without noticing I've undone my seatbelt and I'm hopping out of the car, following him around to the front door. I guess I am coming up.

Spencer's apartment is more cosy than I thought it was going to be. It's warm and lived in. It's not big, but I think that might be what makes it homely. Something about the way he behaves had me thinking it would be fully decked out in stainless steel or glass or something. But it wasn't pristine, it was messy.

There were books bursting from the shelves that lined the walls of the apartment, along with books laid open over nearly every surface in the place, it looked like he was in the middle of reading all of them, and honestly, I didn't doubt it. Maybe I'd misjudged him. He even had some photos of what looked like his family, and maybe friends, even some of the BAU, lining his walls or propped up on his mantle. He had little trinkets and souvenirs on his shelves too, evidence that he'd been around the country for reasons other than a case. I would never admit it to him but there was a real charm to the place.

Once we got inside he took off his bag and suit jacket, tossing them on the desk just inside of the door. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, and he seemed to pick up on my awkward energy.

"You can make yourself at home" he said, his confident streak remaining. I had no idea what to do with that. What would even make me comfortable in Spencer Reid's apartment? I took a seat on his sofa and just sat with my hands resting in my lap. Really not even sure where I should look without feeling like I was invading his privacy. Even though I wanted to. I think it was morbid curiosity, looking for clues on who this man might actually be outside of the BAU. What I really wanted to do was stand up and walk around, soaking in every bit if this place as if it would help me decipher our messy relationship.

He returned to the living room a few moments later, two mismatched mugs in his hands. He places one in front of me on the coffee table. I pick it up and take a sip. It's lemon and ginger, how did he know what kind of tea I liked? I held the mug in my hands inhaling the steam in an effort to relax. When I look up he's watching me, arms folded across his chest.

"So, how does this thing work. What's the game plan?" I honestly have no real idea. This evening really got away from me, I was still expecting to snap out of it and wake up in my bed at any moment.

"Well I can't say I've ever been in a Sandra Bullock movie before either so this is uncharted territory for me too" I say with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension. Even a little. I can see him crack a small smile but hides it almost instantly, his face hardening again.

"My sister, Margot, she's getting married in like 4 months." I can feel myself tense and I shake out my shoulders, I have to remind myself that he's agreed to this already, "Fuck it, I'm just going to be honest with you. My Mom's mostly freaked out that I'm too attached to this job and that I'll just never find someone again." I shouldn't have said again, fuck. I hope he didn't pick up on that. Who am I kidding. "Even though, I'm not sure I care if I do or don't?" he doesn't say anything, like he's waiting for me to continue. I know I've shared a little too much already but I keep going.

"Margot's 2 years younger than me, I introduced her to her fiancé Philip, we met in college, he's a sweetheart. But since they've gotten engaged Mom's gotten exponentially weirder. I think she's convinced I'm fully going to die alone, as if that would be the worst thing that could ever happen? Anyway, she's been trying to auction me off to all these guys, using this wedding as an excuse. I'm not sure how much of that phone call you actually heard earlier but Mom was trying to sell me on this guy, David, and I just… snapped." I look up at Spencer and he unfolds his arms, leaning in ever so slightly coaxing the story out of me.

"David, he uh, he worked for my father for a while back in high school, filing documents and stuff, busy work mostly. He used to make out with me when he was at our house after school, but then he'd ignore me in the halls the next morning. I know it's because I was a pariah back then or something but I didn't want to think about it today and I just got worked up. I shouldn't have let on that you were my date, I was just going to ask if I could bring Garcia or something, and I'm sorry." I cover my face in my hands, "I'm insane, you can back out if you want to."

I can hear him move from his spot on the opposite side of the sofa, he takes my wrists and gently pulls my hands from my face. He looks into my eyes, "I'm in this now Y/N, what do you need me to do?" he asks, and there's a genuine earnest in his voice that I think I've only ever heard a handful of times. And it's never been directed at me.

"Okay, well we've got a few months before you ha–, wait, fuck!" I throw my head back, there's already a complication, "shit" I curse under my breath. His eyebrows knit together, sitting upright.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"I forgot about my Mom's 50th, it's next month. They've got this whole huge party planned back home in upstate New York. I've gotta go and they'll probably want to meet you, or they're gonna have a load of questions for me at least. I can try and get you out of it I'm sure"

He gets that cocky look again, he shakes his head "I don't know, I've always liked a bit of competition" he reclines back into his corner of the sofa, taking a satisfied sip from his own mug before speaking again. "You know, if I've got to learn enough to pass as your boyfriend in a month, surely that means you've got to learn enough to pass as my girlfriend within the month, no?"

Oh god. What have I done, why didn't I think this far ahead. "I mean, yeah I guess you're right." I had to remember he was doing me a favor. I had to get over myself. "Okay, if you're sure you're up for that?" I ask, and he nods, and I think he looks excited, or maybe he just finds the whole situation funny.

"If anyone's up for the competition it's you" he says, and I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a dig but I nod in agreement.

He takes another sip of his tea, collected and relaxed. I can't help but notice how at ease he is when he's in his own surroundings. I'm so used to seeing him sitting at a desk surrounded by paperwork, or combing through file after file in the make-shift office in a small-town police station, usually flustered or anxious, or antagonizing me whenever he wasn’t. This was a different Spencer. Completely in control, at ease.

"Alright, shall we get started then, we can't really afford to waste any time can we?" he was actually sort of right, so I nodded. It was only now occurring to me that I'd have to share parts of my personal life with him if I wanted this plan to work. We already knew the basics about each other, I'd read his file when I started at the BAU, I'd read everyones. And I feel like it was safe to presume he'd done the same.

His eyes bore directly into mine as he leaned forward, I think he was enjoying how uncomfortable I must've looked.

"How about I ask you some rapid-fire questions and you have to answer 'em?" he asks, and it's as good of a plan as any, and I can't think of any other suggestions, so I nod.

"Okay, shoot." I say, unsure and nervous, so I brace myself. I'm just grateful that he's making my life easier rather than harder for what feels like the first time since I met him.

I really should've known better.

He leans in, "So Y/N, first question, when did you lose your virginity?"

I almost choke on the mouthful of tea I just took, that can't be what he just asked, and he looks like he's savoring my shocked expression.

"I uh, I don't think you need to know that?" is all I can get out.

"Really? You think that's something your boyfriend wouldn't know about you?" he's right, but I didn't want to admit it outright.

"I feel like I sort of already hinted. It was that same guy David, I was 18, he was 19. We had sex on the couch while my parents went out one evening. I kept my bra on the whole time, he came, I didn't. It was all very standard stuff." I wasn't sure what compelled me to add that last part. I think I was giving in to the open honestly thing. "So what about you Doc?" I challenged.

He didn't seem embarrassed, or even shy. "I must've bloomed little later than you" he admits with a soft chuckle, "Vivian Stewart, I was 21, she was too. It was the last semester of my last PhD and I figured I must be missing out on something. And I sure was" he smirks to himself. "I came, she did too, 3 times. I did a lot of research ahead of time" he mirrored my story and I rolled my eyes. It was hard not to feel a little impressed but I tried with everything I had to stifle it so he couldn't tell. I wish it didn't make me feel something but it did. I gulp down the mouthful of tea that's been sitting in my throat.

I have to shake myself back to reality. I can't give him the satisfaction of throwing me. "My turn." I command, "When was your last relationship Dr. Reid?" I ask, "I mean like, serious one, not like hook-up" I clarify before he can ask. He thinks on it for a moment.

"I'm not sure what you classify as fully serious, but I guess it was this girl, Rebecca, we dated for a while when I first joined the BAU but it didn't work out. What about you?" he flips it back.

"So that was what, like 6-ish years ago?" I ask, he just nods.

"Mine was like 3 years ago now I think. I met this guy Nathan on my first week of college, we dated for like 4 years. He moved here for me when I got accepted by the BAU." I had to stop myself from delving into the detail. It was a long time ago now but it still hurt. "Long story short, the hours were demanding and they got in the way more than I would've liked. We ended up splitting a couple months after I got the job." I tried to play it off like it wasn't one of the more devastating things to happen in my life. But something told me he’d registered that, so he didn't push.

His energy picks up and he looks at me with a grin, but there's something a little sinister behind it. "I've got a more fun question for you." he leans in closer to me, "Y/N, when was the last time you got laid?" I just looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I can go first if you really need me to?" his voice didn't waver,

"Fuck you Reid, I know when it was!" I snapped back at him. I did have to think back a little farther than I'd like to pull up the memory.

"Met this guy in a bar when I was out with Pen one night, we went back to his place and hooked up." I say as deadpan as I can make it.

"Well that's not very exciting is it?" he jokes, "Did you at least cum that time?" I know he's just trying to rile me up, but I answer anyway.

"As a matter of fact I did" I earn back a little of my confidence.

"I'm so happy for you, but you did manage to avoid my initial question" fuck "when was this exciting night of yours Y/N?" he probes, like I really, really wished he wouldn't. I could lie, but I'm sure he'd be able to tell. I cringe before I can say it.

"About 8 months ago" I mutter, just low enough for him to hear.

"Sorry, did you just say 8 months ago?" He nearly shouts in disbelief, he seems to find it funny.

"Hey fuck you Spencer!" I go on the defensive, "When was the last time you even got laid?"

"Like two and half weeks ago" he says, confident, and still laughing, "Wait wait, when was the last time you got yourself off? I know you're not waiting 8 months!" he giggles and I think I could kill him. I know I kept giving him outs but was it too late for me to just get up and leave?

"I'm not doing this with you if you're just gonna make fun of me Reid, I get enough of that at work" I get out, my voice is serious but I'm trying to hide how awkward all of this is making me feel, and I don't know that I'm doing a very good job.

I can tell that's gotten to him, he relaxes and eases up on the giggling. "Look okay wait Y/N. I'll stop, I'm not actually trying to make fun of you. I was being serious, I think stuff like this is important if we're gonna have to be comfortable around each other enough to seem like a real couple. Plus, it'll just help break the ice?" he shrugs. "But you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I soften, because I agree, even thought I hate that he's right. "Fine" I collect my thoughts, "2 nights ago I'm pretty sure." I regret it almost instantly, but breaking the ice is supposed to feel awkward.

"Same here actually," he chuckles, "what'd you do?" I'm so startled by the question I almost forget how to answer.

"I, uh, my, my vibrator? I just felt like uh, I watched some..." I still can't force out a whole sentence. It's not like I was always awkward about sex or anything, I could talk to Garcia, or honestly probably any of the other team members about it. But with Spencer it didn't feel as comfortable. He still sat calmly, smiling just a little.

"Same here, 2 nights back, but with my hands I guess. I wonder if we were doing it at the same time?" he mutters the last part gently and my head goes a bit fuzzy. My eyes drift away from his face and settle on his hands, the mug he's holding looks so tiny with his fingers wrapped around it, I wondered how they'd look wrapped around my-

"Okay I think that's enough for one night, don't you think?" I jump up off the sofa and turn, mostly so that he doesn't catch the blush thats creeping from my neck up to my cheeks. And because I don't know what I'll say, or regret saying, if this conversations continues on its current trajectory.

"Sure," he says, standing up next to me, and I want to move further away instantly, "you're probably right, and it's getting a little late now anyway" he glances at his watch. Ushering me back towards his front door and opening it up. Before I can walk out he lightly touches my shoulder to turn me back to face him, and I wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from every part of me.

"So are you free next Friday after work?" he asks, and I'm so flustered I almost forget why, I just nod. "Perfect, how about we come here again and we can dive into preparing? You could also make a start on getting these onto a hard drive?" he gestures to the antique looking hardbacks adorning the shelves.

'Sounds great!" I perk up, feigning enthusiasm, "See you then!"

"Well, see you Monday morning actually Y/N" he smirks as I walk out the door. Fuck, he was right.

I really hadn't thought this through.

——

The weekend was a bit of a blur. I decided to try and put some useful information into a document for Spencer. It felt strange to try and condense my life into as few pages as possible. I knew Reid had an eidetic memory, and nothing would necessarily overwhelm him. But I also knew that he was someone that the team relied on to fill in a lot of the gaps in the rest of the our knowledge. So I felt bad about dumping a load of information on him, especially considering it was a favor he was doing for me.

I'd complied the majority of my life into a 15 page document and printed it out. Hopefully that would address most of what my family could guerrilla attack him with. There was also something unsettling about the imbalance. I was going to give him so many of the intricate details of my life in a little file, whereas all I really knew about Spencer was what I'd taken it upon myself to learn about him throughout the past few years.

I'd read all of his work while I was in college, given how he was the gold standard of getting into the BAU at a young age, I wanted to know who this guy was. I think I'd pictured something different. And I couldn't deny there was something enticing about finally getting to know him after all of these years of working together. Maybe this could actually be fun, or interesting at least.

----

I arrived early on Monday morning. I thought I was first into the office as usual but Garcia was sitting in my desk chair waiting for me. The second she saw me walk in she tensed, she must've known we were the only people in this early.

"What happened! You've been avoiding me all weekend?" she asked, and she was right. I'd drafted enough texts to her, trying to explain what the plan was, mostly without wanting to admit that she was right. Maybe I was stubborn.

"Alright okay, I drove Reid home." I admitted, dropping my bag by my desk. She rolls her eyes at me, dramatic as always.

"Well I knew that already Y/N damn! What happened next?"

"Fine, we went into his apartment and talked for a while. Trying to sort out the details, get a handle on things I guess?" I said, unsure of how much I should actually give away about our conversation.

"What things!?" She shouts, standing up from my desk,

"I don't know Pen, like logistics and stuff, I still haven't decided how I feel about that little stunt you pulled on Friday night!" I let my frustration get the better of me, and maybe that's why I haven't talked to her. It could also be because I know she's able to read me like a book and I'm not even sure how I feel about this whole situation.

"I call bullshit." She counters, "I know you were relived as hell when I sorted that whole thing out. You would've had anxiety tummy all weekend if I hadn't called Spencer!" I just go silent, she was right. I'd gotten so caught up in the whole, 'how to have a fake boyfriend' that I'd almost forgotten about how stressed I was about Spencer hearing my call in the first place.

"Okay, shit" I sigh. "Maybe you were right Pen. We're actually meeting up again this Friday after work to make a plan for the next while, so I guess that's progress?" I shrug, trying to play it off like this whole situation doesn't make my stomach flip.

"Ohhhhh! So like a date?" She probes, her enthusiasm rising drastically.

"Oh my God Pen no! Like an appointment at best" I diffuse the situation

"Ugh that's no fun" she says, not even trying to disguise her disappointment.

As if on cue Dr. Reid walks through the double doors into the bullpen. Both Garcia and I wave, overall awkwardly, but making an attempt pretend like things were completely normal and like nothing had changed since the last time we were all in the office together.

Penelope heads to her office as the bullpen starts to fill up quickly. Less than an hour later though Garcia's back at my desk and there's a new case that needs the teams attention in Boston. I follow her into the conference room and wait for the rest of the team to join. Spencer follows a moment later with 2 cups of coffee in his hands. I can see my mug in his hand and my automatic response is that he's messing with me. But he places my mug in front of me in the circular table before taking the seat next to me, listening to Garcia's briefing. I don't know if he's ever sat next to me in this conference room, at least not by choice.

I barely had any time to finish my coffee before I have to say goodbye to Garcia and hop on the jet to Boston.

----

The case was grueling. More so than usual. It was wrapped up late on Thursday night and the team decided to fly back home first thing on Friday morning. I was exhausted. Even if there was enough time to get sleep each night it wasn't like I got any. Whenever a case got on top of me like this it made it hard to rest, or get it off my mind at all until it was wrapped up. So even though it was over, that didn't mean I wasn't exhausted.

Hotch gave the team the rest of the day off, given that we have until submit our paperwork by Monday. I wasn't sure if Spencer's invitation from the following week still stood. I didn't want to ask, partly because I was so tired, but also because I was scared. I wasn't about to show up at his house in an effort to have a heart to heart, or hand him a condensed version of my life story on a manilla envelope if he was as drained as I was.

Standing by my desk I packed up everything I'd need to get my paperwork done over the weekend, I was just about finished when Spencer snuck up behind me, perching himself on the edge of my desk. "So, you almost ready to go?" he asks, like it's the most obvious question in the world. I couldn't really hide my surprise.

"Oh yeah. That's fine, I mean, if you're still cool with that?" I ask, and I hate how flustered I sound, like he makes me nervous.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He chuckles, standing up straight.

"Cool, gimme a sec and I'll be good to go."

I pack up the rest of my stuff quickly and we make our way out. There's something that feels a little eerie about the two of us being in an elevator together alone again. It was a different kind of awkward to how it felt a week before hand. It almost felt like a kind of tension rather than a hatred or a rivalry. Either way we rode down in silence.

Once we got to the basement Spencer walks out of the elevator and walks straight to my car without having to ask. I unlock it and he hops into the passenger seat. Like this is a natural interaction. Something we do all the time. And I don't hate it as much as I thought I would.

"So," he says, buckling up his seat belt and breaking the silence, "do you know how to get to my place from here or do you need directions again?"

"Well I've got to turn on the engine first" I tease, hoping he picks up on the reference to our last car ride, he chuckles like he does.

"Are you hungry?" he asks

"Starving."

The delivery guy get's to Spencer's apartment at almost the same time we do.

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Once the food's been demolished the two of us finally sit on his sofa, the same sides as the week before. "So, shall we get back into this?" He asks, sitting forward slightly to pull a notebook out of his satchel on the floor. It's small and lavender, and it's got a pen clipped into the spine. He cracks it open and flips to a specific page.

"Sorry, what's that?" I ask, pointing to the book, he looks confused,

"They're my notes?" he says, like it should be obvious

"Your notes?" I ask,

"My notes on you." he smirks, again like I'm silly for even asking.

He had notes on me? He had a whole notebook on me? What was even in that thing?

"You've got notes on me?" I ask, my hands reaching out to grab it, but he retreats faster than I can catch him. "What have you got in there that's so serious?"

"Nothing." and his tone's a bit too stern and I don't really want to push it when he's being so uncharacteristically nice to me.

"I've actually got this ready for you" I pull the file out of my own bag and toss it to him. "I'm not sure exactly what you need to know but that should be the majority of it at least."

He opens it up and glances over the the pages. It takes him all of 2 minutes to get through the whole thing. It feels unsettling that he's taking in a boiled down version of my life while I'm just sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. Trying to avoid the attention I pipe up.

"Um, hey, maybe it would be a good time for you to show me where to make a start digitizing your books over here?" I stand up and make my way to the shelf. He jumps up off the sofa and walks toward me, visibly excited.

"That's actually a great idea, I thought that the theses from my degrees could be a good place to start, since I'm pretty sure they're not backed up anywhere." he guides me to a section of the book case by the window. There's a series of leather bound hardbacks, the same gold font embossed on the spines. I recognize all of them, pulling out the first one.

"This is my favorite" I say without thinking about it and he does a double take, clearly thrown.

"You've, uh, you read my work?" he asks, completely puzzled. I'm sort of proud that I've managed to make him this awkward, and I nod.

"Mmhm, back before I joined the BAU actually. Before I really knew you" I regret saying the last part, it comes out a little meaner than I really wanted it to so I back track. "Spencer, I read all of your work while I was in college, you were like the gold standard. I don't think I slept more than 2 hours a night throughout my PHD because I was just trying to get as much done as you." and his face softens at the admission. But it takes him a moment before he responds. Leaving the two of us in silence a little too long.

"I had no idea" is all he says.

"I think this one was best" I say propping up the one in my hand, "you get a bit cockier as you move on” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "but I'll start with all of these I guess" I grab the matching books and stack them in my arms. Walking over to his desk and setting up. Glancing at the clock it was only 7pm so I decided to just make a start.

Spencer didn't contest. Letting me just get settled at his desk, I pull out my laptop and begin work on transcribing the first volume. After a few minutes he silently places a cup of tea down beside me and goes to sit on the sofa. The time rolls in quickly after that, each time I look up at Spencer he's carefully combing through the file I'd given him. Re-reading it and making little markings in his lavender notebook. I'm not really sure what I put in there that was worth making a note on but clearly he was reading between the lines on some things. That little notebook was like a profile of me.

When he seemed like he'd finished writing he pulls out his phone, scrolling through it aimlessly like I'd never seen him do before. It made him look so normal. His eyebrows knit together as he's looking at something on his screen and he stands up. Making his way over to me at the desk and shows me what he was looking at.

"Who's this?" he asks, "This guy you're with?"

I recognize the photo instantly. It's from a few years earlier, Nathan and I on the beach, my head resting on his chest. He'd taken it while we were on vacation celebrating our anniversary. That was about a month before I got into the BAU, I had no idea that was going to be our last anniversary. I gulp down the emotions that it stirs. I'm mostly over the whole thing by now, but looking at old photos like that, photos of happier times, it can still sting.

"That's uh, the boyfriend I was telling you about last week. Nathan, we broke up not long after I joined the BAU?" he nods, but he's smart, and I kind of figure he already knew that.

"Ah alright" he takes out the hardback and jots another note down. Maybe he's trying to get a read on me.

"What are you doing?" I gesture to the phone,

"It's research, do you not think that if you and I were really dating that stalking your social media profiles would be on my agenda?" he's smug, and he's right. But I guess I just didn't expect it from him.

"Well that's not really fair now is it? I can't reciprocate, you've got no social media presence whatsoever!" he finds that funny, letting out a deep chuckle and tucking his phone away in his back pocket.

"Maybe so, but that imbalance is hardly my fault. Besides, you've read all my dissertations apparently..."

"Bastard" I joke, slamming my laptop shut and throwing a pen from his desk at him so that it lightly bounces off the top of his head.

"Hey, there's no need for violence Y/N!" he rubs the spot beneath his curls, "Maybe it's time you took a break actually?" he says, sitting himself back down on the sofa.

I was reluctant to admit it but he was right. My eyes were starting to go a little fuzzy after looking at the screen for so long. I stand up and stretch my arms out above my head, feeling my spine stretch out after sitting for so long, letting out a low groan. Spencer waves me over to the sofa and I join him.

"How about we go back to basics?" Spencer asks with a small grin, and I can't help but let out a long sigh.

"I thought I was taking a break, no more questions" he just laughs at me,

"Relax, you're not that interesting, it's just a simple question." he states, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to find it funny or offensive

"Ugh, fine, shoot"

"Well, actually it's two questions" he corrects, "what's your favorite movie, and what's your favorite snack?"

I'm confused mostly by the fact that it actually is a simple question, I was expecting something a lot more contentious, but also because he looks eager to know the answer.

"I'm not really sure what my favorite movie is to be honest, one of them is Night of the Living Dead?"

He nods to himself, and jots it down in the notebook again, "Alright, I can make that work" he stands up off the sofa before turning back to me, "and snack?"

"Peanut butter cups I guess?" I respond and he grins ear to ear, which is a completely new sight, and I like it way more than I thought I would.

"Perfect, gimme 2 minutes!" he leaves the living room and wanders towards the kitchen.

Spencer returns a few minutes later with a DVD, a packet of peanut butter cups , and a thick knitted blanket gathered in his arms. He drapes the blanket over me and gently places the peanut butter cups on top of it before popping the DVD into the player and sitting down beside me. I'm not really sure how to process any of the situation. Am I about to watch a movie on Spencer Reid's sofa? Sitting next to Spencer Reid?

"I... I, uh, thought you were just asking for your notes?" I ask, pointing at the notebook resting in his lap. He picks it up and throws it onto the coffee table.

"Sometimes I find experience is the best teacher, don't you?" he asks before pressing play, “And besides, it should keep you quiet for a whole 96 minutes” of course.

I can only nod in agreement, I'm not really sure what I'll say if I try to speak. I get myself cosy under the warm blanket and we watch the movie in near silence.

Once the credits roll Spencer finally speaks up, "I actually went to see a screening of this last month downtown, there was this little old horror movie fest-" I cut him off without really realizing, I'm just strangely excited that we've genuinely got something in common.

"Holy shit, I was there!" I say, more enthusiastic than the situation calls for.

He laughs at my excitement, "Well, I guess we have more overlap than I thought, that should probably help with the whole charade." he stretches his arms up over his head and let's out a small, gentle yawn. I'd been enjoying myself more than I thought I would, or would ever tell Spencer, that I'd almost forgotten that we'd both been on a case for almost every waking moment of the past week. I really should feel a lot more drained than I do.

I was just after midnight when I suggested that I head back home. I offered to take some of the books home to work on throughout the weekend but Spencer insisted that I just work on them whenever I came over again. I sort of felt like I should thank him for the evening when I was on my way out the door, or give him a quick hug, no that felt wrong. In the end all I could really muster was a lousy, "goodnight" and a meek wave on my way out the door before I drove home. And couldn't get to sleep.

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