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yeosbbm · 2 years ago

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20 Minutes

Smut | MDNI

starring: idol ! mingi x staff ! reader

genre: idol au, established (secret) relationship, light possessiveness

summary: you and mingi have kept your relationship under wraps for a while to avoid the opinions of other’s getting into the mix, however sneaking around does lead to some sexual frustration…but once mingi does get the chance to have his hands on you during a time crunch…well….

warnings: mingi + reader are switches/non specific roles, competing for dominance, indirect exhibitionism, marking, cunnilingus, choking, manhandling, edging, unprotected piv, praise (mainly mingi receiving)

A/n: posting this scrapped experimental draft cuz I’m having severe writers block. Hope you guys had a good, safe Halloween !!

All you were trying to do was bring Mingi a different pair of shoes as well as some rings he requested for his outfit.

But now… Mingi has you pressed against a dressing room wall. Kissing you fervently, pressing his tongue further and further into your mouth, his knee in between your legs adding friction to your heat.

One hand under your shirt ..caressing one breast. While the other has a grip on your hip, helping you grind against his knee.

As risky as this is, you can’t help but lightly smile against his mouth whenever his neediness and desperation seeps out through his quiet whines and groans as well as him rocking his hips into you. Even though you were letting out whines yourself.

Then a voice and some knocks on the door bombards the sensual moment.

“AY. MINGI, I think I left my powder can I check if it’s there.” After hearing that Mingi kisses down your neck before backing away, sighing before sitting down on the makeup chair.

You have to regain your breath and fix your hair before you look up at Mingi in his chair. “Is his setting powder in your drawer.”

“Hhh I really hope not.” Mingi mumbles but to his dismay it was, meaning he has to open the door,, meaning you and him time was over.

You grab it from him and open the door to San tapping his foot and looking into his phone. “Finally..thought you two would never open the door, my stylist will scold me.” All you could do is grin. “Are you still doing his makeup.” San asks.

“Yep unfortunately Mingi messed it up somehow.”

In your peripheral, you see Mingi smile at your words while tapping away on his phone on bubble. “But I want you to do my makeup, the other artist is good but I feel more handsome when you do it. Just come to my dressing room real quick pleaseee.”

This comment makes Mingi pause and furrow his brows. “But Sannie don’t you see my face isn’t done…and it’s rude to talk about your assigned stylist you know…” San sighs and rolls his eyes before making his way back to his styling room.

You walk to Mingi and realize you really do have to fix his makeup. While grabbing supplies he pulls you into his lap facing him, holding you close. You straighten your back and lean forward to do his makeup.

After some time you begin to finish up. Mingi holding your waist and looking up at you.

“(Y/n)” he mumbles hands still holding on to your waist.

“Yes love.” You quickly say having laser focus while doing his eyeshadow.

“Am I good looking to you ?”

“Yes Min you always are, with makeup and barefaced.”

“Is San good looking to you ?” You already know the deal. Mingi has his short phases of jealousy or overthinking. Nothing too harsh or scary.

“,,,all of you are but guess what ?” You question while doing the final touches to his lip tint. He peers up at you while you grab and tilt his face up.

“ You’re the most handsome of them all, my one and only always….you’re always so good to me Mingi..” You say before giving him a small kiss. Bad Idea.

Why is it a bad idea ? Because Mingi loves whenever you praise and gloat on him. He’s staring up at you biting his lip and you can feel his grip on you tighten. He just wants to eat you up and show you how good he really can be.

“Song Mingi it’s time to set up and do positioning, we need you and the guys on stage .” His manager says through the door.

“Time to gooo Mingiii.” He fake whines and throws his head back while holding you closer to him. “Can I at least taste you before I go.” He whispers attempting to put his hand down your pants.

You move his hand and while doing a “tsk tsk tsk” motion. “On stage Min.” He sighs and kisses your forehead..pouting while heading to the stage.

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Once the performance was over it was time to head to the to the next performance venue. The manager lets you ride the same van as the guys if they’re not recording. Reasons being 1) You help them look their absolute best and 2) Per Mingi’s request, they haven’t questioned it.

You sit in the back with your clipboard and makeup bag. While getting your stuff sorted Yunho comes up to you. “(Y/n) do my eyebrows look even..the new stylist did them and she did them so different.”

You have him take a seat by you quickly and observe his makeup. “Not really one is just a little darker I’ll fix it.”

Mingi comes and watches you do Yunho’s makeup. He loves watching you work. He can’t take his eyes from you and you notice, leading you to giggle a bit.

“What’s so funny.” Yunho asks seeming both amused + confused. “Nothing..Mingi is just being cute and silly.” Yunho quirks an eyebrow and laughs, “Ooh so you think Mingi’s cute huh.” Yunho is the only one who has a gists of what’s going on with you and Mingi, but you know he won’t say anything.

Soon you finish and Yunho sits with Seonghwa to play animal crossing on each others switches and Mingi sits by you.

You and Mingi couldn’t keep your hands off each other. He sneaked squeezes of your tits, pretended to whisper in your ear when really he was saying dirty talk and nipping at your lobe + neck.

And you’d retaliate..putting your hand on his thigh until you found the outline of his dick, slowly touching and palming it. Sometimes tugging his hair with your free hand which was his absolute weakness. Praying the members don’t see.

Then you guys arrive.

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After the second performance was over the boys had one more media video to film on their schedule as well as photos to be taken.

You were advised to touch up everyone’s makeup since on most of them it was sweated or smudged away from how hard they danced earlier.

Whilst finishing Wooyoung’s makeup you realize that Mingi wasn’t anywhere to be found and after informing the main managers you went to go find him. After some time you were stuck in basically an empty hall, no other groups or staff could be found.

You went around to a door that seemed a third open. The light was dim and it seemed like a spare waiting room. Once you got to the door however, someone pulls you inside.

Before you could panic you automatically realize it’s Mingi. He has you pressed against the wall, palming everywhere before messily kissing you.

“You’re that needy for me huh.” you say, knowing your demeanor is cracking while under his hold. He nods before rolling his hips for friction to save his throbbing erection. “Want to finish what we started.” He says while exposing your breast, putting his mouth around and nipping your buds.

“Need to make you feel good…” He says lowly, looking at you starstruck. You can’t help but give him what he wants. “You’ve been so good and patient…go ahead.”

Mingi gets on his knees, using his teeth to slide your zipper down. He pulls your pants down far enough to where you can easily pull them up.

Right when his mouth was to be right where both of you wanted. Another interruption occurs, Hongjoong. “Mingi,, (y/n) are you two around here ?!? We have to get to the vans and head over to the next media set…”

Mingi groans defeated while gripping the waist band to your pants. His head flops onto the front of your thighs. You can’t lie, you’re just as frustrated because you knew you were going to let Mingi do whatever he pleased.

But once you started to zip your pants back up he stopped you while standing up. “Guys this isn’t funny, it’s 2:10 and we need to leave at 2:30………Hellllooo.” Mingi hushes you while sliding his hand down your pants, gliding his digits over your panties.

He moves them to the side and gives you his index and middle finger to indulge in.

“Hongjoong, she’s probably at the second floor still looking for him just come wait with the rest of us before you stress yourself out.” Seonghwa shouts out.

“Good God.” Hongjoong sighs before heading back with the members. Once his footsteps were far enough Mingi went into motion.

His fingers speed up and instead of a plain in and out motion he began to curl them into the spot you needed most and curving them for an extra stretch.

You fight through your sighs and moans. “Mingi…we need to head back or we’ll get in trouble.”

“ 20 minutes…just give me 20 minutes.” You can feel his warm breath on your neck while he whispers this to you, practically grinding himself into your leg.

“Please, (y/n) just a taste….fucckk baby I’m begging you...." he whines.

You can’t restrain or play hard to get any longer. “Fuck,, do whatever just..don’t take too long.”

Mingi smiles before he presses a few wet kisses onto your neck and sinking back into his knees like earlier.

He roughly pushes your pants and panties down and off before spreading your legs so he can bury his face into your heat. His fingers are pressed so deeply into your thighs that marks are inevitable.

Soon he’s stroking himself while eating you,, your taste, your face of ecstasy, your sounds..his head is spinning. He’s lapping and digging his tongue into your cunt while mindlessly fisting his dick. Your mind was swirling..you were about to finally burst and cum.

He slows down, only allowing you to indulge in small soft kitten licks and barely moving his thumb across your clit. “Babe…what’s…going on.” You breathe out, trying not to show the need in your tone from the lack of contact. “What do you mean baby..” he smirks only using his thumb, barely swiping your clit and not even giving you access to his mouth. He was playing dumb to annoy you and it was working.

“Why aren’t you touching me.” You whine -needing- some friction. "But I'm already touching you." He fastens the pace of his thumb on your clit making your knees buckle while you moan and whimper.

“About to cum..” you whisper. But Mingi completely stops. Denying your orgasm again. You can feel tears prickle in your eyes. “Admit it…admit that you’re just as needy as me.” He lowly says into your inner thigh, ghosting his mouth over your pussy.

“You’re so pretty like this, so cute with those teary eyes so beautiful.” He sucks and nips marks across your thighs making sure to lick at the reddish purple blotches afterwards. You just can’t let yourself shatter so easily however.

You grab as much of his hair and tug at it moving his head back so his eyes are on yours. Mingi’s dick jumps from the action alone, he loves seeing you above him and being assertive. “What happened to my sweet Mingi..you’re usually so good what happened.”

Mingi’s mind has practically short circuited. Any sense of revenge for the teasing has melted away. “I’m still good, just ask..I’ll give you any and everything you want.”

You lick your lips and take your hand from his hair. “Just be good and fuck me Mingi.” He obliges. Within seconds he’s holding you up..aligning his cock and easily pushing it in since you’re so slick with arousal.

No hesitation he’s pounding and your cunt clenches around him. You’re panting at this point, the air in whatever random room you’re in is now thick and warm from the sex filling it. He’s filling you to the hilt. “It’s like you were made for me.” One of your hands finds it’s way to his neck where you squeeze.

His cock twitches. “Please please please squeeze harder.” You tighten your grip around his neck knowing it’ll leave a light mark. He’s officially ramming you, the sound of skin on skin and your voices leaking out the room.

“So good, so perfect for me Min.” Mingi can’t take it, he pulls your hair and fucks into you faster than before, neither of you even care about dominance anymore..you’re both fucked dumb from each other.

“Gonna fill you, gonna fill you up and you’re gonna like it aren’t you.” He practically growls in your ear, the most you can do is whimper a broken “Yes”.

Soon you both cum, both of your bodies feeling lifeless and weak from all the energy placed into your pleasures. Mouths agape holding each other closer than ever.

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You both take the tiny bits of energy you both have left to put your clothes on. You help Mingi fix up his and look into your small purse to tidy his makeup. You do your best to not look destroyed but no matter how matter how clean and composed your face is your disheveled clothes give it away.

“How much time do we have to spare.” He asks while trying to help fix up your clothes. You check your phone, “Shit it’s about 2:27 we have to hurry.” You both rush down to where everyone was, the vans were pulling up.

As soon as everyone saw you two they hashed out their complaints. “You both had us worried, like cmon Mingi did you really have to run off, so much time was wasted.” Hongjoong scolds.

While making your ways to the buses you were advised to sit in the staff bus to keep the time. Yunho and Mingi sat together on the other bus.

“So, how was it.” Yunho nonchalantly asks. “How was what.” Mingi says back nervous. “The closet sex.” Mingi’s eyes widen and he looks around to make sure nobody heard Yunho. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Mingi looks around a final time before leaning to Yunho’s ear.

“It was fucking Amazing.”

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LMFOAOOOOOOOOOOO

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maggplays · 8 months ago

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Bio? Something like that.

How did I start modding? Literally no one has asked this, but here's my story, don't worry it's not long... I guess that depends on what your definition of “long” is, haha! Hang on, here we go.

On a random day in January, 2024, a few days before my birthday, I might add... I woke up to stars in my right eye. A few days later, I was told I had a very rare injury and it would never heal. Those are not words an artist/gamer wants to hear! Long story short, I am now legally blind in my right eye. If you think, oh that's not a huge deal, you can still see. Humor me, get a cheap pirate eyepatch, put that on, then pour yourself a cup of coffee. Not as easy as you thought, right? Depth perception. It’s a thing. Anyway, on with the story. Suffice it to say, I was depressed. Majorly. Then, through some random conversation somewhere, I found Stardew Valley.

Perfect! 2D animation, cute pixel art, story that's not sugar-coated anime, I love it! Got to year 3, TBH I've never played past year 3 because ADHD, and realized the dialogue was quite lacking. Then I discovered mods. What the-, it's a freakin' goldmine! Downloaded a lot of things, mostly dialogue, and tossed half of them. While playing through a Sebastian run, I saw it. Oh. My. God. It's a coding error glaring at me in my dialogue box. This is NOT acceptable. I tried to ignore it, but then it happened again. Okay, time for some investigation. I opened the folder and found... json files. Interesting, I wasn't entirely clueless since I do know HTML code from back when the internet was a baby, Facebook had no ads, and dinosaurs roamed the earth. Okay, okay, the internet was more like a spoiled toddler. Yes, I'm old. Shut up. But I digress. It didn't take long to discover the misplaced punctuation and go on my merry reality-avoiding way. Until I got bored again.

I looked for more Seb mods, but there were like seven. Three were yandere, not my jam, and only 2 were updated for 1.6 and were dialogue-only. Solution? Make my own mod for myself. I spent six weeks downloading mods, learning code, Googling to very little effect, writing dialogue, learning how to make an event, discovering I knew nothing, and on and on. The perfect distraction from the whole eye thing. I finished a decent draft, loaded it up, and praise Yoba, it worked! And on we play. At some point, I saw a comment complaining about the lack of Sebastian dialogue mods. Huh, yep, they're right. Too bad. Oh. Well, I guess I could load this thing I made, it's really just my own internal story monologue while playing the game, I'm NOT a writer, and most people probably won't get it. But I did spend a lot of time on this, and maybe someone out there will like it. Heck, no skin off my nose since it's free. So I took a deep breath, made peace with my inner demons, and threw it out into the void of Nexus, expecting it to be swallowed up and ignored. That... didn't happen.

In the first few hours, several people downloaded it. Huh, Nexus must have a decent search algorithm. That was literally all I thought about it. The next day, 300 downloads. And comments! Mostly positive with the exception of one wild demand I subsequently ignored. At one week, it had 3,000 unique downloads. I was floored, 3,000 weirdos downloaded my mod. Add to that, people seemed to actually like it! I've never gotten so much positive feedback for anything in my life. Seriously. Apparently, my oddball internal monologue, thanks ADHD, is quite entertaining. Heck, might as well make another one... and here we are. Yes, I've gotten negative comments and unreasonable demands, but I do my best to ignore them and practice staying positive. Trolls be damned! It's a lot harder to do that for yourself than for other people, turns out.

So, bottom line, found something interesting? Try it! Does it make you happy? Keep doing it! Even if it's only for yourself, do the thing and let it make you smile. Share it with the world if you're so inclined. Get out there and kick ass!!

#maggs immersive sebastian #maggs immersive sam #stardew valley #stardew mods #stardew sebastian #creative process #creative writing

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 3 years ago

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1. LA- Lizzie Who?

Paring: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Description: The one where you meet a known stranger.

This is part of a series, initially meant to have 3 chapters

Part 1 (this) | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

Warnings: just comfort in this first part. Smut Part 2 and 3 - read warnings in each of them.

Word counter: 1.8k

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Credits: this series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson. A shout out to her writing skills and damn good fics. The links to her work will be on the fic itself, but also here:

- themidnightcrimson blog | masterlist | innocence (+18) | mommy (+18) | strapwarming (+18)

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"Hello, princess" - a drunk guy slurred pulling a red haired woman's arm. He was a pretty young man in his early thirties, probably 2 or 3 beers too many. She? She was beyond gorgeous. Her red hair was tucked in her coat, her feature framed but a oversized scarf and sunglasses - although the light was already dim. You were strolling down the street and noticed the woman when she got out of a grocery store a few blocks before. You swear you had seen her before, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Just don't, please " - The woman huffed leaving his hold

"Come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink" he grabbed her arm harshly and she flitched

"If you want to keep your arm, I suggest you take your hands off" You said with a dry tone looking straight into the guys eyes. You weren't big, strong or had any kind of super power. You were just a little too familiarized with drunk heterosexual guys and knew how to speak firmly and make them retract into their cochroach lair.

"Há! Just mind your damn business, dyke" he spat

You exhaled. It didn't matter where in the world you were, there was always a new pejorative "lesbo" world for you to get to know.

"I warned you once." You rasped strolling down at him with a stern look. Yes, it was an act. You had no idea how to react if he didn't step out. But they always did -in the end, they are a bunch of cowards in a pretty skin.

"Uou, no need to get all Mad-max! Jesus. I just wanted to have some fun" He said throwing his hands up in the hair and retracting towards the bar.

"Thank you" She said shyly. She was caressing her forearm and you could see the fair skin there marked by a red hand-sized bruise.

"We got to stick together, right?" You gave her a small smile and pointed forward."My hotel is a few blocks down. Care to walk together?"

She took a sharp breath and looked into your eyes like she was searching for something. You again had the feeling she was familiar to you in some way you could not pin down. Now upfront you could she her dark green eyes and her fair lines with some freckles across her nose highlighted by her lightly flushed cheek. Her voice was sweet, and you could imagine how her giggle would sound.

"Sorry. I was just suggesting to avoid weirdos like that. I could use the company" You smiled softly and added "but is ok. Have a good night". You nodded your head and started to walk pass her just stopping when you felt a light touch in you arm

"Sorry. I was just startled. I am not use to... well.. people being nice" She smiled and shrugged it off " I would like the company, tho"

You chuckled and started walking "No worries. I can walk you closer to your place if you want to. Is not like I have something else to do."

"I actually live in the next block down the Ritz. I believe that is where you are staying?"

"Yep. That whole luxurious and extra pillow-y hotel. Can you believe they had 5 pillows for me? I am one person!! What can one do with FIVE pillows?" She laughed softly at your joke and you wouldn't mind to hear that sound everyday

"Actually, I am a pillow person. I need at least 3 to sleep peacefully." She said with a smile

You looked at her with a mock shock face

"I didn't see that coming... But that is my fault.. you do live in the nicest area of LA. I should have known you would sleep with 25 pillows on your king size bed with silk sheets matching you silk PJ and you little dog called Pierre" you joked

She laughed hard at it, tears coming from her eyes as she slapped your arm playfully "Ouch!" you teased as she kept clamping her belly over laughing at your joke

" I am sorry. People don't usually roast me like that!" She cleared a single tear out of her eye and looked at you with a wide smile " and my dogs name is Pheobe. She is a lady"

You stopped in front of your hotel. It was only 7 o'clock and you were stuck in that fancy hotel for at least 24 more hours after your airplane company canceled your flight due to over booking. You were not expecting to stay a few more days in LA after 5 days of boring speeches and farmaceutical propaganda, but you couldn't be annoyed by the delay now that you were looking at her.

"So.." / "Could you.."

You interrupted each other and chuckled. "Go ahead" you said

"Ahm. I was wondering if I could call you up in that offer? To escort me home, I mean" She blured out fidgeting with her coats button

"Of course" You said a little too excitedly for just a few meters more of her company "Please, guide us" you smiled at her and noticed her reddening cheeks.

You were not the best in knowing when a woman was a lesbian, or even when you knew they were, you could never tell when they were flirting of just being polite. But you were absolutely certain that she was a very much straight woman. A very much gorgeous and sexy straight woman? Yes. But straight nonetheless. No way she was flirting.

"What is you name?" She asked simply walking slowly besides you

"Y/N. And yours?" She blushed and looked down the street hiding her face from you

"I am... I am Lizzie" She smiled "What are you doing in town?"

"I was at a conference" You noticed the street got a lot cozier than the bar and party of a few blocks down. It was filled with high-end new buildings with a very expensive look. "Let me guess.... you work with finance" She spitted a high laugh and chuckled

"You have no idea, do you?" She looked at your eyes again as if searching for something and you just nodded back

"Hey. Finance is always a good guess when meeting silk-pillowed-rich people" you smiled

"Sure" She was looking at you with amusement eyes. Her small smile kept and she felt so comfortable talking to you.. Unbeknownst to you, it had neen a while since she got that comfortable with anyone. As a recent divorced woman, all her friends stuck in their own lives or lost to you former partner, she couldn't shale the loneliness away - until now.

"So, Y/N. Would you like a glass of wine?"

You smiled and nodded.

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"THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A DOG!" You chuckled getting the tiny-little-smallest dog you have ever seen "I had a hamster bigger than that!" You joked taking Pheobe up and meeting a sample sized poodle.

"Don't talk like that in front of her!" Lizzie joked petting Pheobe in your arms with a silly voice "she is a lady! A very fluffy doggy lady, isn't she?"

You smirked "Lady Pheobe.. I will not comment on that"

"And you shouldn't" She smiled crossing the sizable living room towards where you suppose the kitchen is and yelling back at you "let her down and come here"

"Yes, ma'am" you said meeting her in the kitchen.

"Red or Rose?" She showed you two bottles from behind the kitchen island

"I am not gonna pretend to know my wine, Ms. Lizzie" you smirked sitting on the bench in the other side "Better rose, red has a little more effect on me than it should"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked tilting her head with a condescending smile that told you she knew exactly what you meant.

"Exactly what you are thinking" you two chuckled "now come on, do you usually leave your guest thirsty like that?" You moked lifting an eyebrow

She grinned widely and nodded her head opening the red wine "For that sassyness, I am going to pour you red"

You spent the first bottle laughing and joking about small day to day subject. About how you didn't know what to do if Mr. Excalibur (that was his name now) didn't stand down, how your conference looked like a fashion show and you were now in the last few drops of the first bottle, with you trying to guess what she did for a living

"Come on! Tell me!!" You begged

"No! I like that you don't know" She said hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass

"Christ! Am I stupid or something? I feel like I am..... OH WAIT!" You started connecting the dots. The way she seemed evasive when you first met. The fact she wore a sunglass when the day was already dimmed, the way she avoided eye contact with you or Mr. Excalibur... how she thought twice before saying her name... "HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE FAMOUS!" You opened your mouth in true shock...

"Famous is not a profession, Y/N. You still have to guess" She rolled her eyes pouting. She had enjoyed while you didn't know who she was. It made her feel normal and it made you trustworthy - you weren't spending time with her just because she was famous, but because you liked her.

"Writer?"

"No"

"Artist? like, painter or something?"

"No"

"You don't look like a high end athlete..."

"I could be an athlete!!" She joked flexing her arm both of you chuckling "Just give up!"

" Never..." you took the last swing at you glass and walked until you standed right in front of her. "Stay still"

You were just joking at first, getting close to her and analyzing every single inch of her face. You placed a strand behind her ear and took her reading glasses off. And then there she was. As clear as day. - Elizabeth Olsen. Your celebrity crush. The one you wrote about. You read about. The one you did-way-more-than-that about... How could you miss this? She was shorter than you imagined. Her dark brown hair was red this evening - she was shooting another Marvel movie, so that makes sense -, she had no make up on, so you could see her freckles... but no, you should have known.

She exhaled taking you of your trance.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" She pouts

"Yes. I did, Ms. Olsen. " you took a step back and sat in your bench with an embarrassed grin "And you owe me a rose wine"

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#lizzie x y/n #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff

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multifandomthoughts · 2 years ago

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“I thought you said this place had heat…” You gripe, throwing your bag over your shoulder. The trek over snowy tundra had already meant hours longer freezing your ass off than you’d ever wanted to go through. Yes, the training here is necessary and you’re not about to leave Snake to do it alone. But that doesn’t mean the world should get to punish you with so much cold!

“It does have heat. At least it should, last time I checked. Unless someone left it without a heat source.” Snake grumbles, slightly annoyed at your constant complaining. Without a word, he plucks your bag off of your back as if it were a children’s toy. “Hey….you didn’t have to do that. I’m strong enough to carry it on my own!” You pout, having truly wanted to show your endurance. “A weak spirit betrays a weak body. Complaining like that isn’t going to convince me you can really handle it.” He retorts, begrudgingly giving the pack back to you. “Pick up the pace if you want to get out of the cold so badly.”

With a grunt and the last of your energy, you puff up your chest and book it to rustic cabin. “Hey wait! I didn’t mean leave me behind!” Snake snarls, before picking up speed. You don’t even dignify that with a response as you do your best to beat him there. By the time you both reach the door, which is at roughly the same time between your head start and his superior physique, you’re both panting for breath and grinning from the adrenaline. “We’ll call that a tie.” You gasp, out of breath.

Grasping the door handle, it opens with a creak to reveal a modestly decorated living room with stairs that wrap around to the bedrooms. Galloping to the couch, you jump and land onto it with a relaxed sigh. “Shouldn’t we be looking for the heat? Y’know, the thing that’ll keep us alive?”Snake asks.

You sigh and roll off the comfortable furniture trudging to follow him through the house looking for a heating unit and the controls for it. After a few minutes of investigation you do find it mounted on a wall. “Alright, let’s see how much warmer this will actually make things…” you say apprehensively. You turn up the dial and plop back down on the couch. Despite thinking you’re cold, you can’t help but feel bad for snake.

Looking him up and down, you notice how skin tight his suit is, accentuating almost every part of his body. His suit seems like it’s from a material that holds heat poorly, and it looks like it’s retained a lot of moisture that must be cooling like ice over his skin. Resolutely sitting up, you motion for him to sit over next to you. With a grunt, he plops down and you make your move.

Running your hand up and down his arm, you could almost feel the goosebumps popping out of the suit. “Are you okay?” You remark. “Your suit doesn’t look like it retains much heat.” Without missing a beat, he replies “a soldier never gets cold.” you match his tact with your own. “And are we engaged in a mission right now? No, that doesn’t start until tomorrow. So right now, you aren’t being a soldier, you can just be a man whose uniform is ill equipped for his environment. And I, your ally, am offering you support.”

You continue to run your hands over his arms, trying to elicit heat from his body. No response. You stop slowly, before gently squatting onto his lap, pressing your body against his. If this doesn’t work, you think, I might have to turn up the heat even more.

Snake does shift a bit, and it seems he is getting a little warmth… in his cheeks, from how flustered he’s getting over you straddling him. He’s trying to avoid eye contact, and you’re not sure how much longer you can look at him to check for signs of added warmth either.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I heard this is the best way to warm someone up!” His blush burns brighter after every syllable that rolls off your tongue. Cupping his face with your hands, you stare into his steely eyes. Yep, his pupils are blown.

But the longer you look at him, the more a new feeling wells up inside you and your own breath gets uneven in a far different way than the bitter cold had made it. There’s just something fascinating about those eyes of his, and that whole face. Not to mention the cold snow turning to water has left his wet suit clinging to his every muscular curve and you feel the lap you’re sat on is far more warm and… bulging more than you expected.

“Hey….what’s wrong? You stopped.” Snake spits bluntly. Breathing heavily, you can’t help but reply “Yeah don’t worry, I just realized a new way we can get warmer. But you’ll still need to take your clothes off, Snake. Now…..”

#metal gear solid 1 #mgs imagines #mgs #mgs x reader #metal gear solid #solid snake #solid snake x reader

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broifoundher · 3 years ago

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Something that came up in my head today. And of course, it’s the one that I end up posting, not one of the other 50+ works in my drafts that I’ve been accumulating for a bit more than a month… 🙄 *sighs* But hey, at least I’m posting this one and I’m feeling pretty good about it. :)

A Florence Pugh x f!reader

Contains : Fluff (and implied angst).

BEEP BEEP

You were stuck in traffic when you received a FaceTime call from Florence. And since all three lines around you were packed with unmoving cars for what appeared to be quite the distance, you decided to answer the call. After all, it wasn’t like you were actively driving at the moment nor did it seem like the traffic jam would unclog anytime soon.

“Hey love!” Said Florence full of cheer and excitement as soon as you pressed the ‘answer’ button to the call. And almost immediately, you were greeted by her cheery smile and gleeful eyes as the video synced up with the audio. “I had a short break and I thought I might as well try to call you.” You could see the bright blue sky move in the background along with her golden locks that swayed around her head like a majestic mane, clues that she was currently walking outside. “I didn’t think you would actually answer.” She giggled as she looked up and out of the frame to where she was going. The sound of her voice making you melt immediately as it flooded your vehicle.

“Hi! How are you?” You waved at the phone, giddily smiling from ear to ear, charged up and so happy to see the hyperactive sunshine of your life. “I’m actually stuck in traffic, and have been so for the past 10 minutes,” you told her, which prompted her to look down at her screen in worry and she realized you were indeed in your car, “so I am very delighted to receive a call from my number 1 favourite person in the world.” You said wholeheartedly while sticking the tip of your tongue out as you gave her a childish but sincere smile.

She let out a short but flattered laugh at your words. “But seriously,” she then added, “tell me as soon as the cars start moving again. I don’t want you to get into an accident because of me.”

“Of course.” You replied softly, appreciating the affection and concern she showed towards you. “You know how serious I am when it comes to road safety.”

She let out another audible laugh, probably remembering the many examples that could accompany your statement previous. “Which is exactly why I was surprised to hear that you’re in your car!” She exclaimed. “You never answer me when you’re driving!”

“Well I’m not exactly driving right now, am I?” You said, taking your phone off the magnet that was holding it up and showing her the sea of immobile cars in front of you. You heard a loud gasp before putting the phone back on the holder.

And right after her gasp came her wheeze. “That’s a lot of cars indeed.” She made that adorable nose scrunch.

“Yes well. Thankfully I have you to keep me company.” You smiled.

“You do indeed.” She smiled back.

You conversed for a bit before she had to go back to set.

“Ah! I gotta go.” She said. “But it was wonderful to hear your voice, Y/n. Truly. I’ll see you this weekend, yeah?”

“Yep.” You replied.

“Alright, bye love.”

“Bye.”

You sighed as the call ended and you went back to being surrounded by mundane silence. The cars were still not moving. So you reached for the radio, feeling like it was gonna be this way for a while still. So at least, you’d like to have some music.

But then you heard it. The loud and long honking noise of a truck coming from behind, making you jump out of your skin. In a matter of milliseconds, your eyes shot up to your mirrors, but it was too late to register. And even if you had, it wasn’t like you had anywhere you could go to avoid what was surely going to be a traumatic memory. But then again, that was if you were going to come out of this alive…

………

It was a wrap for today’s daytime shoots. And they would be moving to nighttime shoots soon. Giving the actors time to relax, change and prep as the staff prepared the scenery. Having some time before makeup, Florence attempted to call you once more just to hear your voice. But you weren’t answering. Of course you weren’t. What was she expecting? It was surprising enough for you to answer her today. Both of your schedules being heavily packed. And that was without mentioning the jet lag!

So even though she was a bit disappointed, she wasn’t worried. Choosing to leave a message. And a few texts, like she always did. Knowing that you would answer her as soon as you would have time to.

And yet, she came back from her nighttime shoots. And you still hadn’t seen nor replied to her.

She started worrying, but then remembered you had spent a lot of time in your car which, consequently, would have surely delayed your work.

‘Keep up the good work!’ She chose to text you, feeling exhausted herself. She only wished she was there with you. Where she could help you in some way while you worked. Like maybe cook you something. But right now, she could only look forward to this weekend where you had planned to finally meet up and spend time together. Yes, surely, this weekend she would cook you something. Your favourite maybe? She got so caught up in her thoughts she forgot that she herself worked just as hard.

…….

Wish me luck so that I can finish Part 2!

#florence pugh x f!reader #florence pugh x female reader

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spilledkauffie · 4 years ago

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Bingo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2.0k T/W: pure, stupid, fluff A/N: you meet Bucky at a Bingo night ft. Yori ❤︎

it’s a little dorky, but I thought it was cute!

Setting the tables with the rectangle cards, you smiled, straightening them out. Despite what your friends thought, you actually enjoyed volunteering with the local senior Bingo games on the weekends when you could. Feeling like they were often better company and far more entertaining than going to a club. It wasn’t a very big meeting hall, but that’s what made it feel so cozy to you. Hugging yourself when you finished the tables, you stroked the outside of your arms, feeling the softness of the cardigan you wore over your tank top. Sighing happily, you made your way to the announcing host, passing a few comments, as you waited for people to find their way in.

“Hey! Hey, look!” You heard a familiar voice; turning you found Yori and his usual group making their way to their table, with one exception. Smiling you made your way to him, arms still crossed, “no, I want you to meet her,” you heard him say to his friend, making you smile.

“Hey, Yori,” you said, coming to hug him, “brought more friends?”

“I- I’m Bucky,” he reached his hand to shake yours, to which you responded, taking his hand in yours.

“Barnes,” Yori added, reaching to slap a name tag on Bucky's chest.

Bucky took a deep breath, keeping his patience, as he looked down to the tag where Yori had written ‘single’ in parentheses, “yep. . .that’s me.”

“This- this is the one I told you about,” Yori nudged you on the elbow pointing to Bucky, only making him more nervous as he immediately looked down to Yori with a questioning look.

“Ohh,” you nodded slowly, squinting your eyes at Bucky who met your gaze again, “you mean the anti-social grumpy one who’s scared to come because he’ll lose? That one?”

“Yes! That one,” Yori bobbed on his heels happily with a smile.

“What -I’m not-”

“Well,” you tilted your head, “I hope you have a good time and perhaps win something,” Bucky smiled, “but I think you’re going to need your hand back for that.”

Jaw dropping, he looked down to find your hand still in his, “right,” he laughed nervously, letting go, “sorry, of course.”

You laughed quietly, biting in your lip watching him look anywhere but to you, mainly keeping his head down.

“Yori, you need anything you know where I am,” you softly placed a hand to his shoulder, “Bucky,” he looked up with a half forced smile, but you waited a moment, “it was nice to meet you, I’m glad you came.”

As you turned to walk away you could hear Yori whisper, “I think she liked you.”

Followed by a quick change of subject from his friend, “I think you should find our table.”

And lastly, “I know where our table is, and if you can keep your eyes off her, you’d see it too.”

With a giggle to yourself, you walked up to the foldable table that had been set up for you to sit at as usual. You were alone, but you were in charge of any assistance and you kept the first, second, and third prizes hidden. It was harder than one thought to keep curious seniors from nosing around for them.

While the night was long and you stayed quiet, you were very grateful to have a little more entertainment tonight. It seemed Yori and his friends got their own entertainment out of teasing and poking fun at Bucky, who was a true sport through it all.

“Absolutely not,” you heard Bucky say. Looking up you saw him holding his card to his chest, with Yori trying to convince him to let him take a peek at his numbers, “are those the rules of Bingo?” Bucky shook his head, but another one of Yori’s friends tried to peek from his opposite side, “Oh,” Bucky dropped his jaw, leaning even farther back in his chair to keep the card hidden against him, “a double front attack? Really guys?”

Unable to hide your smile, you kept an eye on the table, specifically Bucky. Who after giving the group a few amusements, looked over to you. Blinking softly, happy that he noticed you, you lifted your hand to wave subtly. With another half smile, that was genuine this time, he raised his hand to wave, but forgot just how far back he was leaning in his chair. Soon, you watched him vanish from sight and he found himself flat against the floor, with a wince.

“That’s whatcha get, you punk,” Yori told him through a laugh and an assertive nod.

It wasn’t long before there was a soft murmur of quiet laughs spreading throughout the hall, as Bucky reset his chair and sat properly in it this time. He pressed his lips together tightly and avoided everyone’s eye line, but yours. Hand over your mouth, you looked mildly worried, raising your half furrowed eyebrows at him, he could tell you were asking if he was okay. To that he carefully nodded, before turning to someone else who was addressing him at the table.

The half way break came up shortly after, and you had to help a few people. When you looked back up from your table you saw Bucky, hands in his pockets and bouncing on his heels about three people away down the small line. Leaning your head to the side to see him, it took him a moment, but when he saw you, he gave a quick smile, before being spoken to by the elderly lady in front of him.

“You’re a very handsome young man, so nice of you to come play,” she said, to which he gave a shy thank you, as she asked you for a new marker, “he’s a very handsome young man, you know,” she whispered loudly, before glancing back at him, “and she’s single you know.”

Ducking your head, you gave a monotone, “thank you, Mrs. Kasey,” putting your hands over your face, hiding the embarrassment, you composed yourself and straightened up, “hey, what can I help with?”

“Word is you got the prizes?” Bucky perked an eyebrow and gave the most obvious wink.

Half smiling, half jaw dropping, you looked around his hip to see Yori, who was keeping a curiously careful eye on his friend, shaking your head you looked up to Bucky, “so. . .they sent you? I don’t break that easily.” You crossed your arms over your chest, playfully, keeping eye contact.

“Well,” he shrugged, “to be honest I’d like to know what we’re playing for too, I mean what’s our motivation here? I don’t know,” you covered your mouth, hiding the smile accompanying your soft giggles, “Why are you laughing? This is serious. What is the purpose of playing Bingo if you don’t know the prizes?”

With a real laugh at how hard he was trying to convince you, “okay, alright,” you reached under the table bringing up the prize in your hand, elbow against the table as you held it up, he looked down.

“A jar of jelly beans,” Bucky nodded, bobbing his head back and forth before a confident, “okay, seems fair, what about second place?”

You held up a jar in the other hand.

Bucky looked between you and it, “that’s- that’s just a smaller jar of jelly beans,” he lifted his shoulders as if asking ‘why?’

“These people really like their jelly beans,” you admitted, “I figure you can guess what third place is.”

“Seriously?” he dropped his shoulders, disappointed.

“Was there something you were hoping to get instead, Mr. Barnes?” You set the jars down, resting your chin on top of your laced hands as you looked up through your eyelashes at him.

He swallowed, deciding if he wanted to say anything, he winced as if he was going to regret what he was going to say- luckily for him the announcer called everyone back to the tables. He sighed, and you leaned back in your seat as you parted ways again. The evening remained entertaining with Yori occasionally reminding everyone at the table that if Bucky wins he’d share the prize.

Towards the end of the event, Bucky was the only one at the table still in the final rounds, meaning the entire table squeezed around him, glancing at his card and intensely listening. When the last number was being called, they all had a hand on Bucky, clinging to him like it was the olympics and he was their champion.

“Seventeen” was announced and you noticed a sudden shift in Bucky’s demeanor, even though everyone around him was ecstatic, he looked like his mind was suddenly somewhere else, until he shook his head like shaking off a bad memory and he lifted his card. He didn’t have to say it, his group was already exclaiming Bingo enough for him. He came up casually with the other two, and you handed each of them a jar of jelly beans.

Bucky gave a ‘thank you,’ and took his back, but it was gone before he could even offer it to anyone.

“What’s the joke?” Yori held out the jar back to Bucky swiftly, “I can’t open it.”

Smiling, Bucky popped open the jar in no time and immediately it was out of his hands again.

“Congratulations,” you said behind him, making him turn around, he saw you had your jacket in your arms and purse over your shoulder, “I hope I’ll see you next month?” “Next month?” He tilted his head, “I thought it was weekly?”

“Volunteer rotations shift,” you explained, gesturing your hand in a circle, “I won’t be back until next month since we’ve got new volunteers.”

“Oh,” he nodded and there was silence.

“Anyway, I hope I’ll see you around,” you waved to him and to Yori as you left, pushing in the door’s brace open.

As it shut, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, with a sigh, still watching the door.

“Go,” Yori said next to him and waved him away, “you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Bucky took a moment to consider it, “take the bus okay? I don’t want you guys-”

“Yes, yes, we will,” Yori said, already turning back to his friends.

Smiling towards them, he started a jog for the door, exiting, he looked to find you. Already on the sidewalk, he met up with you. Obviously causing you to stop in your tracks and wait when you heard him.

“Hey, um-” he looked around, “can I walk you home?”

“Sure,” you nodded, smiling.

There wasn’t a terrible amount of conversation, but you liked his company and didn’t want him to feel like he had to talk.

“I think it’s really sweet what you’re doing, what you did tonight” you said, looking straight ahead, even though you knew he was looking at you, “there hasn’t been that much laughter in a very long time,” you exhaled sadly, “most of them spent five years alone, or missing out on seeing their grandkids grow up. I was so happy to see their smiles.”

“And what about you?”

You finally turned to him, “I was here, alone” looking down, you laughed, “then again I was alone before, so. . .” you bit in your lower lip, wincing “that sounded so pathetic.”

This time he laughed with you, “no,” he shook his head, “I know how alone feels.”

Stopping on the sidewalk, you exchanged glances, “well, this is me,” you pointed up to your apartment building.

“Right, okay,” he breathed nervously.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said, walking towards the steps.

“Yeah,” he ran a hand through his hair, “hey, do you- would you want to get dinner?”

“Finally,” you giggled, before turning back to him, “it took you four blocks to ask!” He gave a shocked expression, only making you smile bigger, “I’m free Sunday, meet you right here at six?”

“Okay,” he said happily, “it’s a date then.”

“Perfect,” you squeezed your arms, hugging yourself.

He swallowed harshly, before taking a step closer and leaning in to kiss you on the cheek, sweetly. When he pulled back, he looked slightly nervous, as if that was the wrong thing to do.

“You missed,” you batted your eyelashes, with a soft smile.

Bucky took a second, unsure if you were serious, either way he took his chances and met your lips with his. Somehow this one took you by more surprise, causing you to move your hands against his chest, holding on to his jacket, until he pulled back.

“Bingo,” you whispered.

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pinkteapotwriting · 4 years ago

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hi!

I was wondering if you could write a smut with period sex with marauders? If you are not comfortable with that I totally understand and I’m sorry to make you feel bad :/

Marauders x fem!reader

Warning : Period sex, fingering, daddy usage, petnames

Word count : 1435

I hope you like it love *mwah*

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It had been one of those weeks. You were feeling really low, and you took to isolating yourself. Politely declining to spend time with your loving boyfriends and taking some time for yourself. In other words isolating yourself completely. But now, now you were completely overwhelmed with the need for them. It was ridiculous honestly, and you weren’t sure why your emotions were all over the place. Now you had to swallow your pride and go apologize for being so distant with the men you loved.

Knocking on the door to their dormitory was much harder than it should have been, but you had to bury your shame and embarrassment to apologize. When the door opened you were met by a confused James.

“Bunny? You know you don’t have to knock right? What’s wrong?”

You just stepped in and hugged his middle, instantly his arms were around you and rubbing your back in soothing circles. James cast his bewildered expression to Sirius and Remus but was met with a mere shrug. They didn’t know what was going on either.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

James separated from you and grasped your shoulders to stop you from falling into his chest again.

“Y/N, you’re scaring us. You’ve been distant all week and now you’re here crying and apologizing. What’s going on?”

Maybe you weren’t going about this in the right way. You grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. Remus had been resting against Sirius’s chest reading a book, but now the book was discarded and all eyes were on you as you sat cross legged at the foot of the bed.

Sirius intertwined his fingers across Remus’s stomach, resting on top of Remus’s hands as well.

“Tell us what’s happening love.”

“I’ve just been really sad this week and I don’t know why. I came to apologize for distancing myself and hoping you’d forgive me. I don’t even know what happened and I want to work harder at communicating instead of shying away.”

They all sighed in relief. Remus collapsed dramatically against Sirius, arms splayed out on either side of him.

“Jesus fuck, I thought you were going to break up with us.”

“No no no no no, I’m so sorry I made you think that. I love you all so much.”

James reached out with his arm and pulled you towards him, kissing the top of your head. The affection had you melting, and gravitating towards him without even realizing. You weren’t even aware of the process of crawling into his lap, and pulling him in for a kiss. But you were very aware of his large hands roaming your body. He smiled a cocky grin after pulling away, probably because your chest was heaving. He traced your lips with his forefinger.

“Hey lads, how long has it been since Y/N has been touched, depending on if she followed our rules?”

Sirius’s smile matched James now.

“Bout a week.”

“Oh poor thing.” Despite his words Remus didn’t sound that sympathetic.

Their tones and unreadable expressions were making you much more aware of your desperation, of your need for them. You furrowed your eyebrows at the realization.

“Oh bunny, don’t fret.” James' words did not have you any less worried. ”We can fix that for you, you’ve just got to do something for us first.”

It was ridiculous how fast they could turn you into puddy in their hands. James guided you off of his lap and moved up to whisper in Sirius’s ear, Sirius then whispered in Remus’s ear, which left you alone at the foot of the bed, emotionally and sexually frustrated.

Then suddenly they were side by side leaning against the headboard, staring at you expectantly. They were lined up in this order from left to right, James, Sirius and Remus. Sirius patted his thigh and beckoned you over with two fingers and you knew he meant business. So you crawled and straddled his thigh.

“What am I supposed to do?” Remus gave you your answer.

“Just move back and forth love.”

“Couldn’t we just-”

“No.” James' tone hardened.

You looked to Remus, but he just shook his head.

“Left us alone pup; we missed you. Now we just want to take our time.”

Sirius placed his hands on your waist and squeezed gently.

“Do you want me to help you bubs? Want Daddy to help you get off on his thigh?”

You were going to just nod, but the continuation of James stern facial expression made you know it was ideal to give a verbal answer.

“Yes please daddy.”

“Alright baby, just like this, remember?”

He led you back and forth against his thigh, catching your clothed clit at just the right angle. James grabbed hold of the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off, darling?”

“Please.”

James just stared at your chest in a trance, not realizing he was completely zoned out.

“I think Prongs likes what he sees,” Sirius snickered.

James elbowed Sirius in the ribs.

“Course I do, she’s beautiful.”

You whimpered.

“Pretty girl, you like being praised huh? Look at how wet it makes you, look at Sirius’s thigh. Oh.”

Oh? What was that about, now you were concerned.

“What’s wrong Jamie?”

“Well-”

Remus held up a hand.

“Y/N, you know how I get kind of distant, emotional and irritable before a full moon?”

“Yeah? I don’t see what that has to do with- oh no!”

Sirius’s pants weren’t just stained with your arousal, oh no. Now you understood exactly why you had been feeling so low this week. Stupid fucking uterus.

“Sirius oh my god I am so sorry!”

You tried to climb off of him, but his hands held firm.

“Don’t be sorry it’s okay.”

“Sirius let me go, I’ve gotta change.”

“Just a little longer please, you were so close and cumming will make you feel better.”

“O-okay.”

Remus quickly got up to grab a towel, and offered you his hand so you could freshen up in the bathroom. You came out wearing nothing now. James met you halfway and interlaced his fingers with yours.

“So pretty darling. C’mon lie back on the bed now.”

Sirius had changed his pants, and Remus sat against the headboard with a towel between his legs. It was intimidating spreading your legs for Sirius and James, but resting against Remus’s strong chest made it more bearable. Besides, once James had his fingers inside you, your embarrassment quickly subsided. Sirius was holding your hand now as James worked to pull an orgasm from you.

“That feel good pup? I’m sorry we didn’t keep a better track of things, but rest assured we’re gonna take such good care of you this week baby.”

You just nodded as pleasure took you to a different headspace, one where you could cast away all inhibitions in exchange for the three capable men who would make sure you were taken care of.

Remus cupped your breasts; the feeling of his large hands brushing against your erect nipples only added to your bliss. And then, oh and then, Sirius rested his hand against your abdomen, situating himself perfectly so his thumb could lightly circle your clit.

The symphony of your moans were accompanied with the many praises of your adoring boys, anything to remove the possibility of embarrassment of the crimson towel below you.

“So pretty love.”

“Fuck, being so good for us hmm?”

“You close love?”

They had missed you so much this week, and they really just wanted to make you feel good.

“I’m- I’m gonna.”

Sirius kissed the back of the hand he was holding while quickening his pace with the other.

“Come on love, we’ve got you. Let go for us.”

Any built up stress that was accumulated through that weak had suddenly dissolved. All you could do was sigh in relief when James and Sirius pulled their fingers from you, finally feeling at rest. God you loved them. But then James had a cheeky grin.

“You know Y/N, your cycle is basically lined up with Remus’s now. Does that mean Remus will be pmsing soon too?”

Remus’s hand collided with James' chest so quickly that it wasn’t the force of the impact that made James fall off the bed, but the shock of the speed.

You could only giggle.

How did you manage to spend a week apart from them?

You’d try your best to avoid that in the future.

You watched Remus pull James in for a kiss by the collar of his shirt.

Yep, definitely wanted to avoid doing that again.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @accioweaslcy @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @agalandhermarvelobsession

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netheritenugget · 4 years ago

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This blog is not being updated, and it never will be.

Due to the impermanence of the internet as a whole, I am of the opinion that this is a collection of pieces of fandom history, and that history is worth saving. It is not important history in my eyes, and is likely extremely unimportant in the eyes of others, but it is history nonetheless.

I do not wish to condone the actions of certain content creators. Their reprehensible actions have poisoned the well. But they did not build the contents of this blog; the community did.

The Covid Lockdowns were an extremely lonely time for me. I'd gone fully remote for my remaining classes, and lost an in-person connection with friends and loved ones I saw every day at school. I needed something to do to, and the frenzy of the DSMP fandom swept me off my feet. I'm certain that many people found themselves in similar situations. This was what we turned to, in that horrible time. This is a small piece of what we built. Even in the midst of a pandemic, it made me a little less lonely.

We did not know that people we'd trusted to entertain and inspire us did horrible things. We loved and created and shared with our whole hearts, and while heartbreak was always inevitable, I think that love amounts to something worthwhile.

Maybe there will be a day when enjoying this fandom will no longer be such a hot-button issue, when we can fully avoid giving Wilbur Soot or Dream (or any other streamer who has since done unforgivable things) any benefit from our fun. When we can say "death to the author" and have it mean something. But that day is not today, nor do I think it will be within the next decade. This blog may have to wait a long time, before I can stand to look at it again.

But until then, until this site dies and maybe even after, I will keep these posts, a record of a labor of love.

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yourlocalmaraudersbabe · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Could you please write something for Sirius where he and the reader had a big fight and weren't on speaking terms anymore, but the marauders pulled a prank and she covered for them, wanting to save Sirius from yet another detention? And she gets caught and is assigned to do something horrible in detention, so when she gets back to the common room the marauders see her and Sirius feels bad because she looked like she'd been crying and talks to her and they make up? Thank you!!

“Oh I see, you can’t resist me, can you?”

Summary: While you and Sirius are in the middle of an argument, you take the blame on a prank he and his friends pulled which leaves you with a detention

Paring: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader (little mentions of the common room)

Warnings: Talk of burns, fire, and a little angst I suppose

A/N: Hey hey hey, I wrote this as like 3 am when I couldn’t sleep, so please enjoy <3 And thank you for the request! Also there’s a nice ending (I apologize for the angsty ending on that last fic lolll) Ooo and if you’re interested, you can send me an ask to be added onto my taglist :))

Word Count: 1325

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“How many times are you going to apologize for missing our date?!”

Sirius began to defend himself. “You know I—”

“Yes Sirius! I know that Slughorn caught you again! But you could’ve at least told me you were going to have another detention.”

“I asked James to let you know but—”

“Sere, it’s not James’s job! You need to be the one in the first place to stay out of trouble.”

You hadn’t expected to be arguing with Sirius right now. You were the last two left in the common room and it was far too late for anyone to be thinking properly. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and misery as he met yours.

He lowered his voice. “Please just listen to me, y/n.”

Your voice broke as you walked up to your dorm. “I can’t do that right now. I’m sorry.”

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“You can’t ignore him forever.”

Lily’s whispers were a stab to the chest as it was going on almost a day without talking to him. “C’mon, you two practically never leave each other’s sides.”

She had agreed to a last minute library trip before curfew, just to help you avoid the common room.

“I don’t plan on ignoring him forever, I just— I don’t know,” you closed your book and quietly stood up from the table.

Lily did the same, though she was slower in gathering her stuff, allowing you to get a head start back to the common room. “Lily, I’m just going to go to bed, tell them all I said hi.”

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“Now would anyone like to claim this wrongdoing as their own?”

Slughorn’s voice echoed through the room as he paced through the aisle down the middle of his class. “If nobody is willing to confess, I could go off of my suspicions,” his voice got higher, giddy with the excitement of giving your friends another detention as he looked their way. “Keep in mind, students, five detetnions means—”

“It was me.”

You hadn’t even realized what you blurted out until Sirius sat up straight in his chair, muttering your name under his breath. You didn’t mean to listen for such a quiet whisper of words, but it was nice to hear his voice again.

You met his eyes for only a brief moment before Slughorn stood directly in your point of view.

His voice was suspicious. “Really?”

“Yep, yes, yeah I um— I did it.”

You didn’t know what five detentions meant, and you didn’t want to hear any longer of what it could be seeing as Sirius would have reached that number. Knowing your professor, it was probably something cruel.

“Well, please see me in my office after dinner for details on your detention.”

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“Good evening,” Slughorn started as you walked into his classroom. Did you have a good dinner?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, taking your eyes off the floor to find an eager looking room of children.

“I, um, have a group of first years that need a great deal of help in class. Which brings me to your detention,” he spoke to you discreetly off to the side. “You’ll be assisting first years in the basics of potions and brewing. They never seemed to quite grasp my subject, so I thought a review would be best for them.”

You glanced around the room of now very talkative students. One had already filled their cauldron with water. You let out a sigh, agreeing to everything he was assigning you as if you had a choice anyways

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“Mr. HigGINS!” Slughorn's voice grew louder as fire shot up around the cauldron in front of you, dispersing itself in the air around you. The flame had died out within seconds, though effectively left burns on your hands and soot across your front. “No, no, it was an accident, Melvin!”

The poor boy that caused the little mishap had at this point disappeared, tears in his eyes.

Your professor looked at you, opening his mouth to say something. You turned around, excusing yourself from the room.

“Oh my, y/n, I’m sorry. You’re excused. Please see Madam Pomfrey if needed,” he called out with fake serenity.

You were on your way back to the common room, not even willing to bother with the nurse, afraid she’d keep you overnight to ‘monitor’ you.

“Hey y/n!” What happened?”

As you turned around to see who had called, you were barely able to catch your reflection in the armor stand.

James arrived at your side. “Are you alright? Tell me what happened.”

You shook your head, wiping the black substance off your lips and eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“No, no, it’s nothing really. Small accident is all it was.”

You walked away silently with James struggling to stay at your side, questioning you more about it.

“James! Please. I’m sorry for how I’m coming across but I need to be alone. Just a quiet night in the common room is all I ask. I’m fine, really.”

He nodded, offering you an understanding smile as he spoke the password to the portrait and climbed through.

James hurried upstairs and your shoulders relaxed upon seeing the room completely empty.

You muttered an incantation, igniting the fireplace while you reached your hand under the couch, pulling your book that you keep there out.

Opening the book had left little black specks falling onto the pages. You groaned, taking time to shake your clothes off entirely, next moving onto your face, avoiding the lump in your throat telling you to cry.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t have to look to know who was talking.

“Hm?”

“I-”

Sirius appeared on the couch beside you, crossing his legs. “I just wanna talk.”

“Me too, Sere.”

The feeling of tears gathering in your eyes dissolved as you scooted closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I really am sorry about not being there for our date.”

You slipped your arm under his, hugging it. “It’s alright, really. I just—I needed some time to think about things.”

“But it’s not alright and I’m going to make it up to you.”

You laughed at him, not out of disbelief, but out of the fact that you’d probably wake up to a mountain of flowers around your bed and him sneaking food from the Great Hall to give you breakfast in the comfort of your dorm.

“How do you feel about dogs?” he teased, the cheeky smile present in his voice.

“Oh godric, whatever you’re planning, find something that doesn’t involve getting us expelled.”

The both of you laughed out at that, having a moment of normality, joking with each other until he brought up what brought him down here.

“Hey, what happened to you? James said you came out of Slughorn's— Oh, which reminds me, thank you—”

“Sirius, don’t apologize. I'd rather have my first detention with that idiot, then you getting your fifth one.”

He grabbed your hand, holding it a little too tight in his lap, causing you to hiss, pulling away.

Sirius sat up straighter with a look in his eyes that gave off the impression he was going to go assault someone far too dangerous. “That Melvin kid— the really clumsy first year, he um, caused a little accident.”

You finally got a chance to examine your hands, as did Sirius.

“Do you want to go to the hospital wing? I think you should go see Madam Pompfrey, we can go together.”

Sirius mumbled off his words, starting to get up from his spot.

“I’d rather stay here.” You situated yourself closer next to him.

“C’mon the burns don’t look good.”

“Sere, it’s fine we can just stay here. I haven’t had— I just miss talking with you and that’s honestly all I want to do right now.”

“Oh I see, you can’t resist me, can you?”

“Shut up,” you slapped his leg, the both of you disturbing the once peaceful common room.

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sup-hoes-its-me · 4 years ago

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Hi hun! Hope you’re doing well! Could a request a Shikamaru fic! I was thinking maybe it’s obvious to everyone that Shikamaru and Reader like each-other (except themselves of course). But a mission where they have to pretend to be a couple and they finally confess.

😘

Pretenders (Shikamaru x Reader)

A/N: another request. Im not super proud of this one, i really got stuck halfway through and i think that shows here. Thanks for requesting though, and hopefully you still enjoy. Trigger Warning for sexual assault.

word count: 6500

“So, you two set out on a mission tonight right?” Ino asked, leaning her cheek in her hand, nodding toward her two friends across the booth.

“Yep. Supposedly 3 weeks,” Y/N told her. “I won’t get to see you guys for so long.” The girl took a quick sip of her lemonade and sighed. It was a substantial amount of time. It’d been a while since she’d gone somewhere so intensive.

Shikamaru and Y/N had only a couple more hours before they were to be briefed on the details of otheir next mission and whisked away to a far away land for yet another tedious job. Y/N was perfectly fine with the premise of going on a 3 week mission, she’d been home too long and longed for some kind of adventure. She still wasn’t sure the caliber of the mission, nor did she even know where or what they were doing, but she was excited nonetheless.

Shikamaru, of course, wasn’t too fond of the entire idea. Yes, he was more than happy to find out his mission partner was Y/N L/N. Out of all the people he could have been paired with, she was most definitely the least annoying. He really felt like Kakashi had his back lately with missions, giving him ones that were semi decent, and sending him out with his friends. He was certainly grateful for the Hokage’s assignments.

Choji added from his spot near the wall, taking a second away from munching on his lunch. “It won’t be so bad. You guys have each other, after all. How could things get boring when you have your little girlfriend with you, Shikamaru, am I right?”

“Choji…” Shikamaru groaned, pressing his fingers to either side of his temples. These sorts of things borhered the hell out of him. The constant teasing from everyone, not just his teammates, but literally teachers, other squads, his mother, her grandmother. They weren’t dating. They never were dating.

Yet every person in this damned town was under the assumption there was something going on between them. Really, he was just trying to live his life.

Did he want to date her? Yes, a million times over, yes. She was literally perfect, he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else. But was Y/N at all interested? Definitely not. She was more oblivious than Naruto was with Hinata, and that’s saying a lot. She seemed to ignore everyone when they made jokes, she thought all his measly attempts at flirting were just normal conversation even when he treated Ino completely differently. She wasn’t a dumb girl either. She was smart in her own right.

That’s why he’d begun to think she was maybe avoiding his advances on purpose. That she didn’t like him and she was trying to let him down easy. It was stupid really, and he wished she would just come out with it already, tell him to his face that she just wanted to be friends. It was frustrating, to say the least, but he kept trying.

He could safely say he hadn’t felt this way for another girl in his entire life, and he wouldn’t give up that easily. He really just wanted other people to mind their business. That’s the reason he shot down all the jokes and comments from his friends. They didn’t need to know about his lovelife, that was personal.

Ino smirked, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder and letting a laugh leave her lips. “Come on, Choji. You know how Shika feels about you teasing him.”

“Fine. But you gotta admit it’s funny.”

They continued on with their conversation, Shikamaru groaning at their jokes and the other two laughing the entire time. That was how it usually went. Y/N just listened quietly, sipping away at her lemonade. Those two, his teammates, they always made jokes, it was normal. She was constantly labeled Shikamaru’s girlfriend, and each time he denied it. Over and over again. He didn’t let a single instance slide by.

That’s how she knew to avoid the subject. To keep her feelings to herself. There was no point in confessing to him when he was already so adamant at keeping their relationship out of other people’s mouths. She was a troublesome girl, anyone who thought he saw her as anything different was delusional.

So she kept quiet, just listening.

Each time someone joked, her stomach would turn and she would wait for him to say something, for him to admit they were right, for him to get flushed in the cheeks, for him to reach out and hold her hand and confess his feelings, and each time she was let down brutally. After enough times getting her heart broken, it was only inevitable she give up this false hope. There was no digging her way into his cold heart. He was so closed off, to get inside...it seemed like an impossible feat.

She wasn’t willing to fight for him anymore. It was tiring, and they never got anywhere.

After enough time, she stopped crying herself to sleep. She stopped talking about her crush with Hinata and Ino when the boys weren’t around. She still looked at him with all the love she had to give. He was the best man she knew, how could she not. She just stopped wishing for something that wasn’t going to happen. She stopped investing so much of her time and energy into a useless, pointless dream.

She was tired of running endlessly in circles, over and over again. All because of his dumbass.

Maybe with time, she could try and get over him. With time she could learn to like him the same way as all their other friends. It was always just the little things that would pull her back in every time. It was the walks home at night when she was tired, or she had too many drinks and he’d wrap his arm around her waist and hold her so tight to his side she could feel his heart beating. It was the times he’d lay beside her in the grass and run his fingers through her hair splayed out over the ground. It was the times he would hold her silently as she cried for her mother and father who’d died, and he would rub her back until she could breathe again.

Every single fucking time she got close, the moments she felt she might not be desperately in love with him anymore, he came right in and stole her heart again. It wasn’t his fault, he was just being a good friend, but God, did it hurt sometimes.

And it wasn’t Ino and Choji’s fault for talking about it. It was so fucking obvious she liked him. Y/N followed Shikamaru around like a lost puppy half the time, what else were they supposed to think? They were just wrong in their assumptions that she was anything more to Shikamaru himself. That the boy thought of her as anything more than a troublesome friend who was always needing help with something or another.

She drank the last bit of her drink and set down the glass. “We better be heading to the Hokage tower soon. It’s almost time, and he still has to debrief us and all, “ she told the boy at her right.

“Yeah. I’ll go get my bag from home first and we’ll meet up there?”

“Got it,” Y/N slid out of the booth and waved to her friends. “See you when we get back.”

“Bye, Y/N!” Ino called as the girl left the restaurant with her book bag over her shoulder. She sighed, sinking down into her seat and glaring over at the pineapple head across from them. “You gotta make your move on this mission, Shika. Stop being such a scaredy cat.”

“Listen, you guys don’t know anything about anything, okay? She doesn’t like me that way. She never has.”

“I never thought I’d have to say this, but you’re dumb, man,” Choji laughed. “She obviously likes you.”

“Yeah, yeah. All of you seem to think that but you don’t see how she is with me. We are purely friends. That’s it.”

“Whatever, man,” he waved off the boy’s stern reply and added, “ Have fun on your trip with Y/N. Hope you get lucky.” Those words caused Shikamaru to heat up from his neck to the tips of his ears and he promptly slid out from his seat, straightening his vest as he did so to try and calm himself. That was unnecessary of his friend to say, for sure.

He turned to them once more and nodded his head. “See you around.”

“See you!”

Now all he needed to do was get his things together and meet up with the girl of his dreams for their weeks long mission. Fun times. Especially now that his friends made him annoyed and frustrated with the entire situation again. He’d have to calm down before seeing her soon.

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“We’re doing what?” Y/N asked, staring down at their Hokage in disbelief. He’d been detailing their mission and everything seemed normal so far, infiltrating and learning information about a budding coup in a far away nation just on the edge of the Land of Earth and The Land of Wind. It seemed easy enough at first, but then he kept going.

Kakashi sighed. “I said, you two are to be disguised as a princess and her consort from the Land of Sunflowers. The leaders of this land are expecting these royal visitors and you will be taking their place.”

“So, like, he’s gonna be my husband?” she asked for clarification again. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand his words, it was that she didn’t want to believe them. This was her worst nightmare. They would have to pretend to be in a relationship? Shikamaru was going to hate this more than anything and it would be uncomfortable the entire time.

Why did Kakashi have to pick them two, of all his shinobi? Why?

“Yes. That won’t be a problem for two close friends such as yourselves. After all, that’s why I picked you. You have some kind of dynamic going I feel your targets will find believable.” Shikamaru cursed the heavens. Even the fucking Hokage thought they were involved. This was ridiculous. Now this long ass mission he was already dreading was made ten times worse with this awkward situation. “We’re not gonna have a problem, are we?”

It would be okay though. He just had to take a few deep breaths. That’s all.

“No, sir, of course not. I’m ready for anything you throw at me,” she declared, straightening her back and letting the heat fade from her cheeks. She was embarrassed, obviously, but she couldn’t let the Hokage know. It was easier talking to Kakashi though, much easier than Tsunade. Kakashi watched them grow up, he knew them personally from helping them train. That didn’t mean she couldn’t be flustered.

“You’ll take those bags with you. They have some more suitable clothing for royalty. Put them on when you get close to the village. Throw out any indicators you’re from the Leaf as well.”

“Okay.”

“You’re dismissed. Leave as soon as possible,” the gray haired shinobi told them. She nodded and threw the bag over her shoulder, tossing the other one over to Shikmaru who caught it and slung it onto his back. He definitely wasn’t happy about any of this, but maybe it was a sign.

Ino and Choji told him to confess his feelings to her on this mission. Kakashi just told them they would be pretending to be a married couple. As he watched her walking in front of him down the Tower stairs, her head just barely dipped as she absorbed all the information running through her mind, he wondered if maybe this was his opportunity. A make or break type scenario. He had three weeks to figure out how to tell her how he felt in a more direct way than he’d tried before.

He worked out all the scenarios and their outcomes in his head millions of times and every time they ended in disaster. For someone so great at strategy, he sure did struggle with this one.

“So, I guess we’re married now. Should we start kissing or something?” she asked awkwardly as they reached the bottom of the stairs, shifting back and forth from her toes to her heels. He stopped, more like froze, in his path and stared at her.

“Now you're just making it weird,” he replied. “We aren’t even there yet.”

“I know, I was kidding. Trying to lighten the mood, you know,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. Of course he would reply like that. He didn’t like her at all, he couldn’t even take a fucking joke. Had to get all upset over it like a baby, all because he was so set on never dating her ever, never even entertaining the thought. She rolled her eyes, “You don’t have to be so rude about it, geez.”

She kept walking before he could reply. He had a feeling this trip was going to be a lot worse than anyone had anticipated. He was nervous, grumpy, and preparing for the worst. In fact, what he really wanted was a nice long nap.

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The dresses that Kakashi packed for her were...extravagant to say the least. They flowed all the way down to her ankles, thick heavy hoop skirts embroidered from head to toe with symbols of the land of sunflowers. She felt strange with her shoulders exposed and her body on display in these outfits which were so unlike the pants and t-shirts she wore when she was back at home or on a normal mission. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and sighed, feeling at least a little covered.

Shikamaru had nice clothes, but they were nothing in comparison to her wild dresses and all the bright colors of the fabric. He looked semi-normal. She was jealous, admittedly, that he still got to wear pants and shirts. He said she looked good in the dress, he actually told her about a dozen times, reassuring over and over again that she looked fine, but she didn’t believe him. She wasn’t dainty, how could she look beautiful when she clearly didn't belong in something so delicate?

Still, when they walked up to the gates of the Land of Shadows, they were greeted like the royalty they pretended to be. They were swept away to the main castle to meet with the King and his wife. It was nearly dinner time, and they were to eat with them as a greeting. It made sense, but Y/N felt herself growing more nervous with the second. She didn’t know the first thing about being a princess, or acting like a monarch. All she knew was fighting and joking with her friends.

Not only that, but how could she convince them that she and Shikamaru were in a relationship? Y/N wasn’t sure they possessed the right dynamic and even if they tried, it would be obvious they were uncomfortable with each other. It was all making her heart race, and she had to take a few deep breaths as they entered the dining room.

But her companion...he knew what he was doing. He was going to put on quite the show, take advantage of the situation. If this week and a half was his only chance to hold Y/N in his heart, than he wouldn't let any opportunities slip by.

Without warning, she found that Shikamaru had reached over and wrapped her hand up in his bigger one, clutching at her shaking fingers. He was so steady, she found herself sinking into his touch. It was comforting, more so than she thought it could be, given the circumstances. His skin was just so warm and soft against hers, it was only natural she felt safer.

“Ah, Princess Ayaka, Duke Hisashi. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” a man called from his place at the table. His wife was sitting beside him, her soft smile only reaching her lips not nearing her eyes. Y/N caught that immediately. Her distance. Silently, she took note of that as the King approached them, extending his arms for an embrace.

“It’s an honor to meet you, your highness,” Shikamaru replied with a smile, an obvious fake one, but damn was he good. She watched as he hugged the man so earnestly, as if he’d sunken right into the role of consort without an issue. She’d have to ask him tonight how he was so good at acting.

“And your beautiful wife,” he extended his hand to the girl and she raised it hesitantly, receiving a soft kiss to the back of her palm. “Come take a seat. Dinner will be served soon.”

The pair took their seats beside each other on the opposite side of the table, Y/N directly across from the Queen, who looked up at her for merely a moment only to sigh and go back to fiddling with the curve of her wine glass. "Your highness," Y/N hummed to the woman who nodded.

"Oh what a dream, to be young and in love," she said. "I remember the days."

"Please dear! To me, you will always be my beautiful young wife! We share a love to last a lifetime," the king cheered, placing his hand over that of his wife's as he took his seat at the table. "I apologize for her gloom. She's been going through a rough patch. We are more than overjoyed to have you here."

"It's fine. We all have our bad days," the girl replied softly.

After a few minutes of small talk, just dipping their feet into the conversation, a couple servants brought out plates of food and wine bottles full of vintage drink truly meant for the highest of royalty. Compared to the plain sake she had drank at home, this was liquid gold dripping down her throat. Shikamaru sent her a warning look. Y/N was known to be quite the lightweight, and even a couple glasses of wine could send her into a tipsy stupor. He really knew her too well, so hyperaware of the things she did.

"So, how did you two meet?" their host asked, taking a moment away from the chicken in front of him. "It's said that you married for love, not arrangement. That's true?"

Y/N and Shikamaru hadn't been versed very well on the details, just on the basics. Her heart beat increased, stress building up. Her lies would have to be good.

"Yes. You've heard right. He was my friend before anything else. We met as children." That much she knew for sure after reading the mission summary.

"Oh wow. Childhood lovers. Very sweet," the queen sighed, resting her cheek in her palm.

Y/N would be lying if she didn't feel a bit of similarities between her own story and that of the real princess she was pretending to be. Shikamaru and Y/N grew up together, for as long as she could remember. She started to love him before she even really knew what love was. It only made sense she pretended to be a princess in the same situation.

And when he held her hand again, this time under the table, his thumb brushing over her knuckles so softly she thought she might melt. Her cheeks began to heat up under his touch and she smiled. It was so nice holding his hand, pretending to care about each other this way. Not that she needed to pretend.

Dinner droned on, and she continued to hold his hand the entire time, besides when they were spooning at their food. For once on a mission, it felt like they were completely at peace. Of course, they were both supposed to be analyzing the movements of everyone around them to make sure no one was planning a coup like Kakashi told them. But she couldn’t held but cherish the moments of calmness and warmth between everyone.

The King and his wife were genuinely some of the kindest people she’d ever met, whether they were just acting that way or not. It was a pleasure to have dinner with them, talking and laughing like an uncle would with his nieces and nephews. It had that same energy, talking to him.

“Hisashi, you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to my library? I have some books I think you might enjoy,” the man said, standing from the table. The rest of them slid out of their chairs after him, and she had to brush down her skirts to make sure everything was in line. It was tedious, wearing these outfits without any prior warning. She felt like a clown. The Queen was so effortless in her movements, how could she not feel stupid standing beside someone so regal?

“That sounds great, your majesty-”

“Not necessary. Call me Shoto, that’s my name after all, and you are an honored guest,” he laughed. He reached over and gave his wife a gentle kiss on the cheek before turning on his heel and heading toward the door. She really expected Shikamaru to just leave with just a simple goodbye, or a “I’ll see you tonight” kind of thing.

Definitely not this.

He was gonna go all out this time around.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered, just loud enough for only her to hear, over her shoulder into her ear. When his warm breath hit her skin, shivers ran up and down her spine. Her eyes widened and she turned to stare up at him, cursing herself when she felt heat rise up in her cheeks and burn the tips of her ears. Was he serious, or just teasing her? He always liked to crack jokes like that.

But when she felt his rough hand pressed to her cheek, lifting her face ever so carefully to meet his, she knew he wasn’t messing around. His eyes met hers for a split second, and she could have sworn he winked down at her before pressing his lips to hers.

Honestly, she thought she might have a heart attack right there in the dining room. Shikamaru was kissing her. It felt even better than she dreamed it would. Chapped lips running against hers, heat pooling in her stomach, heart pounding in her chest.

As soon as it started, though, the kiss was over, and he took a step back. "See you tonight, Princess."

She was keen on catching the smirk on his lips, and the way he laughed to himself as he walked out of the room with the King before him.

Y/N stood there silently, her fingers pressed to her lips, breath caught in her throat. The boy she’d wanted for so long just kissed her like it was nothing, and she was left all alone to deal with this predicament, all the feelings that came rushing in after. All she knew for sure, whether he was serious or not, was that she really, seriously liked him. She liked him a lot more than she thought.

And now they had a whole week and a half of fake kisses and hand holding to endure. Jeez.

__________

“You know, you’re nothing like the other princesses I’ve met,” the guard said to her as she waited for Shikamaru to show up. He was still out with the King practicing archery. Apparently that was a hobby a lot of these rich country men had. So far, she wasn’t suspecting a thing out of the King or any of his closest acquaintances. They were nice as could be and seemed sincere in their intentions toward the village alliances. She had no reason to suspect them, and was beginning to think a coup was just as Kakashi thought, a mere rumor.

That made things a lot easier.

She sighed, tapping her fingers on her wrist. She wasn’t a fan of having a guard watching her every second of the day, especially not the talkative ones. This one was strange. He gave off this energy she couldn’t describe as anything other than creepy.

“Yeah? That’s nice,” she muttered.

“It’s just, usually princesses are pompous, full of themselves, spoiled women. You aren’t the same,” he continued, even if it was obvious she wanted him to shut up and go about his business while she did hers. She felt uncomfortable being alone in this land, without any of her weapons or the ability to fight back if someone was acting sketchy. She was forced to sit by like some little, ditsy princess just watching and observing.

Honestly, though, Shikamaru was probably having a great time. All he had to do was eat with the royalty, play board games, shoot some arrows, and then go to sleep. There was no extensive fighting or thinking going on, just sitting around observing and waiting for something suspicious to happen.

The queen would normally hang out with the female guests but thanks to her bouts of depression she stayed in her room, leaving Y/N completely at the mercy of time. So much time passed, and she was bored of it.

“I’m honestly just another princess. You’d be surprised though. Many princesses are just as modest as I am, it’s not all that uncommon,” she commented, taking a peek over at the man, only to quickly look away. He had quite the hungry look on his face, and if her eyes hadn’t deceived her, his own were trained right on her breasts. Damn these dresses.

Y/N wrapped her arms across her chest and slumped down, trying to hide herself from this weird man watching over her. Only, it seemed impossible. He was so much taller, could just look over her shoulder. She couldn’t run away and raise suspicion. She had to sit here and wait for someone else to break the tension.

She was scared.

“I meant that as a compliment. You say thank you when someone compliments you, yeah?” he mumbled, a firm hand reaching out to snatch her wrist. It hurt, his grip on her arm, and she winced at the feeling. “Say thank you.”

She bit her lip and refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing on his hands. If she needed to, she would defend herself but only to a small extent. She couldn’t blow her cover just because some guard was manhandling her. Take a deep breath, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay. Just calm down.

“T-Thank you,” she gulped, hoping he would drop her wrist. But he didn’t. He only held on tighter.

He smiled, yellow teeth showing through his thin lips. “See, you are a good girl, aren’t you?” he questioned, and she felt his other hand run up her waist. All she could do was whimper, shivers running up her spine and any skin this man laid his hands on. The only hope she had was that another guard come walking around and see them.

It was unlikely, but she prayed for a savior to make their appearance.

His hand worked its way down to her ass, and she felt him squeeze. Vomit rose up in her throat and she squirmed away, pressing herself against the wall as tight as she could so his hands had nowhere to go. Instead, he took to fondling her breasts in his hands. She could only bite her lips and feel the tears bubble up in her eyes as he pushed down the fabric of her top and pressed his filthy palms against her skin.

“What the fuck?” a voice cursed from behind them. The guard was torn off of her form and she brought up her hands to cover herself, tears still dripping thickly from her eyes as she cried, little breathy sobs leaving her lips. Shikamaru stood there, hands shaking at his sides as he glared over at the guard. “What’s going on here?” he demanded. Y/N watched as her friend turned red in the face, burning up with an anger she rarely saw from him, if ever.

“You tell me, your highness. Your wife seduced me!” the guard cried, clearly lying to cover himself and his sins.

The eyes of all three men, the guard, Shikamaru, and the King standing near the footwell of the stairs, turned to her. She just cried harder, shaking like a leaf in front of everyone. “He grabbed me and started to touch me, and-and I couldn’t do anything,” Y/N told them all through her pained cries.

The King marched up the steps and grabbed his guard by the arm, yanking him toward the doorway to enter the castle. He appeared worn from his workout, tired and sweaty, but he was awake enough to realize the severity of the situation. He bowed low to Y/N and her companion.

His apology ran thick from his mustached lips, “This is unacceptable. Honored guests, I apologize for everything that’s happened. I will take care of this, I assure you. Please, don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need tonight.” Shikamaru nodded, and they watched as the pair of men walked into the castle, no doubt to find another guard to incarcerate the guard in question.

Shikamaru turned to her and winced, seeing her dress pushed down below her breasts and the tremors running through her hands desperate to cover them. He watched as hot, heavy tears ran thick down her cheeks and her lips quivered and shook with fear and trauma. Gently, he moved her hands to the side and brought her dress back up to cover her chest. He worked carefully, making sure not to startle her or make things worse.

The woman sunk into his touch, leaning her head against his shoulder and sobbing. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. You’re safe now.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tugged her close to his chest, pressing a soft, gentle hand to the back of her head to stroke her hair. “I’m so sorry. I won’t leave you alone again, okay?”

“Shika, “ she whimpered, “I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life. I couldn’t do anything to defend myself and there was no one else around to help me. I-I didn’t know what to do.”

“I know. You must have been so scared,” he whispered. She just nodded against his shoulder, crying deeper into his chest. He hugged her tighter and swore to himself, even if he couldn't make it happen, that he would protect her. This kind of thing would never happen to her again if he had any say at all. “I promise this won’t happen again.”

"I've just never been in that position before. I always have the upper hand. It was awful. I was so scared and I wanted to cry for you to come help me but I didn't know where you were."

"God, I'm sorry," he mumbled, hugging her tighter in a desperate attempt to calm her shaking. He just wanted for her to be better, even if he knew that wasn't an option right now.

He felt so hopeless, knowing the only thing he could do was promise, to say things without any actual basis behind them. He was just whispering words to the wind hoping they would stick and he was right. He cursed himself for not being there in the first place to protect her, to make sure something like this never happened in the first place. He really was useless when she needed him the most.

He wouldn’t even argue if she said she wanted to go home, if she never wanted to see him again. He let her down. For the first time ever, he let her down in the most terrible, awful way he could think of. And now she was crying and he didn’t know how to make it better. He was really trash.

For now, all he could do though was hug her and promise her the world, all these things that might make her feel safe and comfortable, make her feel less alone and scared. It was the least he could do.

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Finally, after a long evening of socializing and another huge dinner literally fit for a king, Y/N found herself stripping off her gowns and heavy undergarments, switching into something much lighter and comfortable for the night.

She was tired from the day. From being left alone for the good part of the morning just sitting in the sun waiting around. She was tired from the assault on her body by the guard whom was supposedly in jail right now for his actions. She was tired from all the crying and the shaking. She was just tired.

Shikamaru was out, finishing up drinks with the King and some of his subordinates for the time being, so she sunk down into the mattress near the far wall, curling up under the down covers and pulling a book from the table beside her. Anything to ease her mind for a while. She felt safe being alone in the confides of the bedroom, knowing that her friend was right down the hall if she needed him.

She scanned the pages of the novel quietly, humming each time she turned a page, leaning on her elbow so the pages would be illuminated in the candlelight.

After about an hour, the door slid open and her companion entered, shutting the door silently behind him. "You aren't asleep? I expected you to be after such a long day."

"I'm tired, but I'm not in the mood for sleep yet," she shrugged, still skimming through the pages of her novel. "Did you have fun?"

"Nah. It's such a drag having to hang out with that old man. He's nice but he never stops talking." He took off his coats and tossed them onto a chair, kicking off his heavy boots and thick socks. "Annoying, having to wear all this fancy shit too."

"Trust me, I know." She shifted over in the bed so he had more space to lay himself down, kicking out his legs and crossing his ankles. "Do you know what's on the agenda for tomorrow?"

He nodded, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side to peek at her face. His eyes slid down to the novel turned over in her hands and smirked, "Yeah. You've got book club. Have fun with that." She tossed her book back on the table beside her and instead curled further into the blankets.

His eyes caught hers and he smiled, one of those undeniably handsome intoxicating smiles she loved so deeply. "You know, you look kinda cute like that."

"Huh?"

He shrugged, "All curled up under the blankets like a little baby. It's cute. I'm just calling it how I see it."

If she wasn't flustered before, she definitely was now. He was undeniably making her feel some sort of way, and she was loving the attention. He was being so bold, so unlike him. She questioned what had compelled him to act like this, to say such things. They weren't in character anymore, it wasn't like he had to say these things.

"Thanks, Shika." She felt dumb but what was she supposed to say? She was overwhelmed. "But we're alone now. You don't have to act all lovey-dovey."

He crossed his arms beneath his head and sighed, eyes gazing up at the canopy. He mumbled, just loud enough to reach her ears, “When this is all over, I’m gonna miss you being my princess.” She peered over at him in the candlelit room, making out his faint silhouette in the darkness. Her heart fluttered in her chest at his sweet words. She never imagined in a million years Shikamaru would say these things to her, and now that it was happening she didn’t know how to react.

She dreamed of this moment for a while now. The thoughts of Shikamaru confessing his feelings and then her falling into his arms dramatically. It was a fantasy of hers, a guilty pleasure. Far too dramatic to ever be a reality.

That's why she was too shocked to meet his eyes. His princess. Those words made her woozy.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not stupid. You know what I'm talking about," he said calmly.

"You don't want things to go back to normal?" Y/N asked, hesitant. She felt nervous, diving into these waters. Each words felt like it held so much weight. It was a puzzle, just finding the right thing to say, how to reply to his statement. "Just friends, like before?"

"Is that what you want?"

And when she really thought about it, he was right. She didn't want to go back to normal. She wanted to continue holding his hand, kissing his cheek and his lips, loving each other with their words and their gazes and all the little touches. She wanted all of this to last and as the mission came to a close, she found herself worrying for the future empty of all those things.

She shook her head, just barely able to bring her eyes up to meet his. He looked bored, but she knew he cared. He cared a lot, actually. "I-I think I'd like if we could stay like this."

"Falling in love with you, Y/N, was one of the easiest things I've ever done. Finding the right time to tell you, that's been troublesome," he confessed, blowing a stray piece of hair from his eyes. "You never seemed emotionally available, really."

"I always was. I was always waiting for you, Shikamaru. Ever since we were just teenagers, I've been waiting for you," she told him, letting her heart finally come out with her words. "I just thought you wanted to be friends. Before this mission, I had completely given up on being with you, but then everything seemed to fall into place on this trip."

"When Kakashi told us we would be married for this mission, I have to admit, I got excited." He rolled onto his side to face her. She was still curled up in her blanket, and he felt like he was melting. The most beautiful woman in the entire world right in front of him, his heart playing right into her hands. He was okay with that. He was okay with this girl having his entire soul if that meant he would see that smile and those eyes peering up at him.

He wasn't a romantic man. Far from it. But she brought out a side of him he'd only heard about from love struck novelists, such kinds Kakashi sensei would read.

"I just knew I'd have to shoot my shot with you," he finished, sending a wink her way. She truly was swoon, like putty in his hands. Her words came faster than she could think to stop them.

"Shikamaru, I think I love you. When you kissed me for the first time, I knew it was true. All these feelings for the past few years weren’t in vain. I love you."

"The feeling is mutual."

The girl crawled out from under the blankets and over to him on the other side of the mattress. Her arms wound around his neck and as best she could, she curled into his chest. Her ear pressed to his heart, beating loud and constant in her mind. He was more than happy to let her cuddle up to him, in fact, he relished in the feeling.

This is what he'd been missing out on all this time. The hugs. The cuddles. The looks in the dark full of love and longing. It was nice, to lay there with someone he knew for sure, without any doubt, loved him to the moon and back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter to his tired form, letting her sink further into his touch.

Kakashi knew what he was doing sending them. Two lovers with a mask over their emotions, straight into a game full of dancing around their feelings and pretending to be something they always wanted to be. Everything played out perfectly, a happy ending for a couple of worthy shinobi.

He was happy. That's all he could ask for.

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru x y/n #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #shikamaru nara #shikamaru imagine #shikamaru one shot #naruto oneshot #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto imagine #i HATE this one omg #fuck this story i struggled so badly #sorry requester but i couldn't vibe with this but i did my best hope you still like #my shitty writing omg #read my kakashi fics for something good lmao

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missymurphy1985 · 4 years ago

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Friends with Added Benefits (part 3)

Warning - Smut / breeding kink / angst

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen

A week on from your positive pregnancy test, your scene was ready, you just needed to get into costume. Maddy, your PA was there to help, the dress along with the substantial bump you needed to wear under it was quite the task on your own.

"So any morning sickness?" She asked, strapping the belly onto you.

"None at all as long as I stay away from tea. And shepherds pie.. that stuff is foul when it comes back up..." You laughed.

"I have to ask... Who's the lucky man?? I thought you'd be single forever!"

"Just a one night stand, he's well out the picture now. Doesn't want to be involved." You weren't completely dishonest.. although the actual father had barely spoken to you since the news came out - in fact he'd done everything in his power to avoid you, other than your scenes together. One of which was coming up in the next ten minutes.

"You know, I always thought you and Cillian would end up together..." Maddy smirked.

"What? God no, I'm not interested in any kind of relationship, and he's just a good friend. That's all." You must've blushed harder than you thought based on Maddy's raised eyebrow.

"Y/n, we're ready for you!" The director called as Maddy straightened out your dress and you made your way out.

Walking onto the set - Tommy's office in Arrow House - you leaned on the large oak table as the director called Action.

The scene....

Tommy entered the room, surprised to find his wife leaning against the desk with her arms folded.

"Katherine I've told you how many times to stay out of here.."

"Why Tommy? Got something to hide?"

"Why would I hide anything from you?"

"You tell me, Thomas. I'm never allowed in here. Why? Is this where you bring your whores when I'm not around?"

"The deal was, not in our marital bed. You said nothing about my desk," he smirked.

"Am I not enough for you? Just a mare you can breed when you need an heir? Shame, this one's a girl Tommy - what'll you do then? Keep breeding me until you have your precious son? You've barely looked at me since I got pregnant, never mind touched me.." your eyes watered. Scripted, but it didn't take much effort. Your hands fell onto your belly. "She's been kicking for weeks now - you've shown zero interest."

"Kicking?"

"Yes Thomas. She hears your voice and she kicks - every time." His eyes fell down to your hands, and he bit his lip, slowly making his way over to you. Shakily, he reached a hand out, and you took it - moving to place it against the side. You could feel his hand shaking like a leaf. Silence.. his hand moving closer. He was almost pulling away from you, before it made contact.

"Feel it?" You tapped his chin to make him look up at you. His eyes were glassy, as he nodded.

"Yeah.. it's a girl?"

"Yes. Polly told me. Says she'll be a film star. Ruby Shelby." His eyes back on your belly now, another long silence. He'd turned almost white, even under the makeup you could see it.

"Sorry... I um.. what's the line?" He feigned a laugh with the rest of the crew, but you knew him better than that - Cillian Murphy never forgot his lines. "In fact, I'm not feeling too good, I'll um.. I'll be back in 10 okay, we'll pick up where we left off.." he glanced back at you, and left the set quickly, Paul following him to make sure he was okay.

He didn't come back - the director was pissed but you'd managed to calm him down with the promise you'd sort him out.

On your way off set later, Paul called your name from his trailer.

"Got a sec y/n?" You turned and walked over, he invited you inside.

"What's up?" You sat on the sofa.

"You know Cillian better than anyone on set y/n, see if you can get through to him yeah? He's walking round like a bloody zombie?"

"Where is he?"

"Back at the hotel I think, he shrugged me off when I tried to talk to him. Jumped in his car and took off. He won't answer my calls." You kissed his cheek and nodded, heading out to your car and back to your hotel, calling Cillian once your phone connected to the Bluetooth.

"Hey." He picked up, which surprised you.

"Hey, where are you?"

"My room."

"Are you okay?"

"Yep."

"We on one word answers now?"

"I'm fine, y/n, just felt a migraine coming on. I'm in bed. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow." He hung up, his phone turned off when you tried to call again. You headed back to your hotel feeling more confused than ever. You'd never known him to suffer with any kind of headache, never mind a migraine.

Walking towards your trailer, you caught his eye as he left his own. He smiled when he saw you and made his way over.

"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday, just a bad day. How're you feeling?" He squeezed your elbow and you walked together towards your trailer.

"I'm good. Still can't stand the smell of tea though if you could keep that mug away from me please, I don't think you'd appreciate me hurling over your boots!" He chuckled and put his arm round your shoulders.

"It's coffee. Wouldn't do that to you." You smiled at the gesture, knowing he much preferred tea to coffee, and accepted his arm over you, wrapping your own round his waist. He wasn't normally so affectionate in public, but you welcomed it all the same.

"So, can I see you again soon?" You whispered, making sure no one could hear.

"Is it safe to.. you know.. with the.. um..."

"The baby, Cillian, you can say it. Yes it's perfectly safe."

"Okay.. my room tonight - after dinner?"

"It's a date Mr Murphy. I'll see you later." He smirked as you left his arms and walked to Maddy's trailer to get ready for your scene. Putting the whole thing down to the stress of him getting back into Tommy's shoes again, you smiled to yourself. Your Cillian was back to normal again, and you couldn't help the slight spring to your step.

#cillian smut #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x pregnant reader

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ur-favorite-queer-queen · 4 years ago

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Enemies to Lovers

For Maribat March day 23 theme enemies to lovers

Master List

“Kent’s coming over.” Damian stated at breakfast, none of the other Wayne’s seemed phased by this, none but one.

“Again?” At Damian’s nod she continued, “I’ll be in my room or the Batcave so don’t bring him there.”

"He will also be bringing a friend over from that exchange program his school did with the one in London." Damian added, Marinette tensed a little bit but didn’t say anything else.

"Is Jon bringing a stranger over a good idea?" Tim asked.

"Tt, Kent said that he would make sure the boy wouldn't wander." Damian answered, after 9 years in the manor he still hadn't gotten rid of his tt habit.

"I'll be in my room then, I don't want Jon or his friend bothering me." Marinette announced to no one's surprise.

“Marinette,” She turned to look at Dick, “Why don’t you like Jon? This has been going on for almost a year now. Surely you could give him another chance. Or at the very least his friend?”

“Not interested.” And with that she finished her breakfast and went to go help Alfred with cleaning the dishes, like she did every morning.

Damian watched his younger half blood sister go, frown evident on his face. Marinette Wayne had been living with them for over a year now. While she was now 16, her opinion of one Jonathan Kent still had not changed.

After Bruce had a one night stand with her mother she had been born 9 months later, Sabine having no intention of telling Bruce. What she did not expect was that 15 years later she and her husband would be guilty of negligence and emotional abuse of Marinette and custody would be handed to her bio father. Aka Bruce Wayne.

Marinette changed her last name to Wayne and left her life in Paris behind. There was not much left for her there anyways. But she had never told her new family why she was so insistent on leaving Paris behind. More specifically who she was leaving behind.

The Waynes had gotten used to her bubbly personality in the manor, so they were shocked that when they sent her off to Gotham Academy she was dubbed the ‘Ice Princess’ the next morning.

Turns out after what happened in Paris, she refused to open up to anyone. Most days she was found sketching in her sketchbook, always alone. She still got straight A’s and even participated in a few clubs but never made one friend. It was concerning, how much she resembled Damian in that sense.

One day after patrol, after Marinette headed off to bed they started discussing Marinette's social life. Tim had joked that since she's such a ray of sunshine around them that she should meet Jon.

This idea was met with positive reactions, all of them agreeing that Jon would be a good influence for her. He was also her age so that was a plus. And he was Damian's first friend, perhaps he could be Marinette's.

That weekend they were proven wrong. Very wrong. Marinette refused to be in the same room as Jon, and when trying to gently push the boundaries she had set, she grew hostile. Something they had never seen from her for as long as they had known her.

One of their first thoughts was that she was scared of Jon, since he was half Kryptontian. But that idea was quickly shut down after Jason brought up the time she roasted Superman to his face. And had no regrets.

Then they figured it was because he was still a stranger to her. So they had him over more often. But after 2 months they realized that wasn’t the case either. Yet, none of them had the slightest clue why she was so against Jonathon Kent.

Not even Jon knew. All Jon knew was that whenever he walked into the same room as Marinette she grew annoyed. He knew she disliked him but that wasn’t what he was confused about. What made him confused was that he could sense her fear. She was scared of him, and he had no idea why.

He thought about telling the Batfamily, thought about telling Damian, but how would it go over that the latest addition to the Batclan was scared of him. Especially knowing how paranoid and protective they could be. So he just stuck to avoiding her at all costs, it wasn’t that big of a deal anyways.

Marinette didn’t see Jon as an enemy per se she saw him as an enemy, but he was just someone she strongly disliked, she had her reasons. And while Jon definitely didn’t see Marinette as an enemy, the more she ignored him, and he would need to ignore her, started to grate on his nerves. If she was in a room that he was going to enter he would have to wait for her to leave and vice versa. It was getting tiring and he was starting to dislike her more and more to the point she almost became his enemy.

Today would be no different except for one detail. That detail being a blonde haired, green eyed, sunshine child that reminded Jon of himself. While Adrien was a little too naive for his taste, they had gotten along great and he wanted to introduce him to Damian.

Adrien had seemed intrigued by the idea of meeting a Wayne. Apparently his father used to be a businessman and despite the fact he was from France and only moved to London a year ago, he knew of how famous the Waynes are.

Now here they were, in his dad’s car going to Wayne manor.

“Okay, you remember what I told you right?” Jon questioned Adrien, he was making sure the boy was prepared and didn’t accidentally stumble upon the Batcave or anything relating the Waynes to the Bats.

“Yes I know, no wandering around the manor, it’s too big and I’ll get lost. No staring in awe at the Waynes, they’re not the celebrities the press makes them out to be. And if I see a girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and looks to be a head shorter than me, I am to walk away immediately in the other direction and pretend I didn’t see her.” Adrien listed off.

“Perfect!” Jon, exclaimed he was going to add more but his dad interrupted him.

“Okay boys we’re here, I hope you have a good time Adrien.”

“Thanks Mr. Kent, I will!” Adrien cheerfully replied as he followed Jon out of the car. Sometimes this boy reminded Jon too much of himself.

“Master Jon, lovely to see you again. Is this your friend?” Alfred greeted them at the door.

“Yep! This is Adrien Graham de Vanily, Adrien this is Alfred, the Waynes butler but is more like a surrogate grandfather if anything.” Jon introduced.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Alfred.” Adrien stuck out his hand to shake.

“It is nice to meet you too Master Graham de Vanily, please just call me Alfred.”

“Then you can just call me Adrien, Alfred, my last name is such a mouthful.”

“Of course Master Adrien, now will you two be staying for dinner?”

“I don’t know, is it okay if we do?” Jon answered, secretly asking if she would be okay with it.

“It’ll be okay Master Jon. I will inform the others we will be having two guests stay with us for dinner.” Alfred led them inside, “Master Damian should be in the gaming room.” And with that he left.

“Come on, Damian is probably setting up some games for us to play.” Jon grabbed Adrien’s hand and started dragging him down a hallway.

Marinette could hear when Alfred had opened the door for Jon and his friend, she didn’t have super hearing but she had trained her ears for listening for certain things. Like the front door opening.

After a few minutes Alfred had come to tell her the two would be staying for dinner. It wasn’t ideal but she could live with it, all she had to do was give Jon and his friend the cold shoulder for at most an hour. Nothing new to her.

Now a whole hour had passed and she was getting hungry. She still had another hour till dinner so a small snack would be fine. But leaving her room posed the risk of running into Jon or his friend, and she didn’t want to risk an interaction with either of them.

Both of them are with Damian right now. There are no bathrooms near her room or the kitchen. If she hurries it will only take her 10 minutes to get to the kitchen, grab the cookies she made earlier, and come back to her room. And since Damian was banned from the kitchen this week, and both of his new friends are stuck with him, they shouldn’t be anywhere near the kitchen.

Of course when was the universe ever on her side. She was about to open the kitchen door when someone she thought she would never have to see again uttered her name, “Marinette?”

She knew the voice. It was the same voice that told her to stay quiet all those years ago when a vicious liar ran her mouth. The same one that said he was on her side then abandoned her the second things got too tough for him. The same one that didn’t speak up whenever she tried to defend herself, instead saying not to rock the boat. And now the owner of that voice was in her home.

She steeled her face into something cold and emotionless, despite the fear she felt in her stomach and turned to face him, “Agreste.”

“It’s Graham de Vanily now.” He corrected, both forgetting/not noticing the two other people there.

“Pretty sure it’s Agreste, you know, just like your father.” She bit back, venom laced into every word.

“He’s not my father, not anymore.” He replied, fists clenched at his sides, staring her straight in the eyes, confusing the other two boys.

“You sure, because you’re exactly like him, you know.” She raised an eyebrow and matched his gaze.

“I am nothing like him.” Adrien took a threatening step forward and that’s when Damian immediately stepped in front of Marinette, wanting to protect his little sister from this person who just threatened her. Damian was about to ask something but was cut off when Marinette moved around him to face Adrien.

“Really? Both of you put your own wants and desires above the well being of other people. Your father the people of Paris, and for you it was me.” Jon saw she was visibly shaking, from fear or anger he wasn’t sure. Both emotions were pretty strong for her, and when he focused on Adrien all the boy felt was guilt.

“Look Mari I’m-” He was cut off by Marinette’s angry shout.

“You would think that after all you put me through you would at least have the dignity to not call me by a nickname that friends are only allowed to call me. You know, people who actually care about me!”

“Marinette, I’m sorry okay, that was really dumb of me!” Adrien shouted back.

“Save it! You can pretend to regret your actions all you want, but people like you don’t change! That’s something you taught me!” Snack forgotten, Marinette ran back to her room and slammed the door. Locking it, she slid down the back of it and just cried.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do Graham de Vanily. How do you know my little sister? Why did she react to you like that? What did she mean by ‘all you put her though?’...” As Damian kept spitting out question after question Jon followed Marinette. Her cries were the only thing he could hear right then and there.

As he made his way closer to her, the cries stopped, only tiny sniffles coming out. “What do you want Kent?” He could hear the shaking in her voice no matter how much she tried to cover it up.

He sat down, his back resting on the closed door thinking about what he should say. “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I find that hard to believe. You wanted answers didn’t you?” She hiccuped in between words.

“A little bit.”

“Well once upon a time there was a teenage girl who wore rose colored glasses all the time. She saw the world in rainbows and sunshine, never knowing of the darkness. Then one day a lying fox came into her life, spreading her tall tales. The girl tried to warn her friends and family but they didn’t listen. The fox ripped off the girl’s glasses and forced her to see the world for what it really was. The girl’s love at the time came to her and told her to keep silent, after all the fox’s lies weren’t hurting anyone. It was then she noticed that the boy wore the same glasses she did, only his were much stronger than hers had ever been. But she loved him, so she believed him, that everything would turn out okay, that if it didn’t he would be by her side.

Slowly those around the girl turned on her, despite her doing nothing wrong. The boy who she once loved left her the second things got tough, never letting her stand up for herself. Soon the lying fox had gotten to her parents, things escalated from there. Now the girl moved to live with her bio family and everything was fine for a time. But then a boy who saw the world in sunshine and rainbows came around, and she was reminded of her past all over again.” Marinette finished her tale, her hiccups had faded away.

“You don’t like me because I remind you of Adrien?” He hesitantly asked.

“You don’t just remind me of him. Every time I see you I see him. But you’re also different from him. I don’t know. When you’re all happy and optimistic you're like him, but you also know how to be serious, which is something he could never do. I don’t know how to explain it but I thought if I kept you away from it would be alright. I really messed up didn’t I?” Marinette tried to keep the tears in her eyes from falling.

“Kind of. But if you want we can start over.” Jon suggested, he wouldn’t mind getting to know the Marinette Damian talked so fondly about, not that Damian would ever admit it.

He heard the lock unlock and he stood up as the door opened. He turned around and there was Marinette, her eyes were a little red and she had tears stains on her cheeks but she looked much better than before.

She stuck her hand out, “Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Marinette Wayne.” She looked up to look in his eyes and wondered if they were always so blue. And oh god please say she didn’t start blushing!

“Nice to meet you Marinette. I’m Jonathan Kent, but you can call me Jon.” Jon took her hand and shook it, his eyes looked into hers and he couldn’t help but think they looked so beautiful when they weren’t glaring at him. Unfortunately, Damian’s scream broke them out of their daze.

“ANSWER ME!!!”

“We better go help him.” Marinette pulled her hand back.

“Yeah we probably should.” Jon replied but Marinette was already racing to where they left the boys. Jon ran to catch up with her, mentally berating himself for thinking his friend’s sister was cute.

Marinette on the other hand was mentally berating herself for thinking that someone she used to dislike so much was now cute. Not to mention he’s her brother’s best friend. Well, Damian doesn’t have to know she thinks that.

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I’m back from the dead! As I said before in What If... (which you can find on my master list day 22) school sucks and has been burying my grave so I had to focus on that for a while. But I have this and What If... done and am planning on doing the other days I have not crossed off on my Master List.

This took so long to write and I’m already planning a part 2. Anyways hope u enjoyed!

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vanillann · 4 years ago

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unsolved (spencer reid x reader)

a/n: i was watching buzzfeed unsolved when i came up with this idea so enjoy. also i know it’s not exactly right but i didn’t feel like going back and watching the ep so.

warning: swearing, talk of cases, and sexual innuendos

word count: 3.3k

“Hi, Welcome to Buzzfeed Unsolved! We’re your host Ryan and Shane.”

I sat in a spin by chair between the two, my legs crisscrossed as I spun as fast as I could with Shane picking at arm.

“This is (Y/N)-“ when I heard my name I dramatically grabbed Ryan’s arm chair, smiling at the camera “a good friend of ours.”

“I had never spoken to either of them before today,” I spoke directly into the camera, the widest smile on my face when Shane gasped.

“She exposed us!” He pointed an accusing finger at me, Ryan slowly reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“We need her for this case,” Ryan spoke mysteriously, as if he was in a mob of some sort.

“Yeah why is that?” I rested my elbow on the chair, placing my chin in my open hand as I looked between the two.

I would normally be shoved in the corner of my desk trying to avoid another weird product video. I didn’t want to wear another weight blanket that made me almost fall to the floor.

“We are doing a case today and from the gossip around the office, you’d be pretty familiar with it,” Ryan said nothing more as he held a picture up to the camera.

I looked to the viewfinder, my eyes going wide as I recognized the mugshot immediately.

“That’s the Reaper!” I pointed at the picture, grabbing Ryan’s wrist so I could get a better look.

“Is that your boyfriend or something?” Shane added, looking over my shoulder at the picture in my hand.

“No, the BAU worked in this case!”

I didn’t know my intense knowledge of BAU cases would make it around the office, but I suppose when you have a printed article of you standing with Agent Gideon and Hotchner word moves fast.

“You actually know a lot about BAU cases from what I hear,” Ryan almost smirked at me and I was close to attacking him.

“Yeah-“ I turned to the camera, thinking I should explain myself before people thought I was crazy “so when I was young my mother had a stalker.”

The room suddenly went from light and breezy to scary and stuffy, something I hated.

“Anyways, when my mother died he disappeared into thin air. I then got an internship here at Buzzfeed and suddenly I was being mailed pictures of myself.”

I felt Shane give a knee a quick squeeze, which made me smile but I said nothing about it.

“It is really bad, I’m not going into detail, that the FBI got involved. Gideon was my savior that day, Hotchner too. Since then I’ve kept up with their cases and Gideon still sends me letters even after he left,” I finished my story, smiling down at the case file Ryan held between his fingers.

“Enough sad story, let’s talk about murder!” I clapped my hand, Shane laughing at my excitement.

“Okay, before we get started with this video I would like to clarify this isn’t a normal unsolved case. While the case was pinned to a murderer, the real unsolved piece is what happened to him,” Ryan got into character, slowly opening the folder and reading off the first words.

“On June 5th, 1996, Tom Shaunessy was called to investigate a murder in Boston. It was a couple, laided into their chair with multiple gun shots to their head and torso-“

“Wait, in the car in Boston?” Shane asked.

“That’s what I just read,” Ryan replied.

I smiled to myself, already knowing the editing that would take place with the black screen and the blue and yellow words floating across.

“Isn't Boston super busy?”

“It has like 700 thousand people,” I spoke up, wondering what color my words would be in.

“How do you just know that?” Ryan looked over his shoulder at me, his eyebrows raised.

“If you saw the article I was currently writing you would understand,” I shrugged, moving in the chair so I could get a better look at the case file.

Ryan coughed, looking back down at the file to continue.

“When another set of murders came in, this time an older couple, Shaunessy, panicked as he found the first victim, Harry Goodwill, watching at the scene.”

“That was his signature,” I held a hand up like a child in class, smiling as I already knew what came next.

“Bingo!” Ryan pointed to me, smiling at my excitement.

“When this happened again, this time alone woman, Shaunessy called in the BAU-“

“You mean the love of (Y/N) life,” Shane cut in, smiling when I hit his shoulder.

“If you saw a picture of them you’d be in love too,” I shrugged, not thinking much about my words.

“Agent Aaron Hotchner joined the team and worked closely on this case with Shaunessy.”

“So this man just texted the FBI,” Shane started laughing before he could get his words out.

“I’m pretty sure there are rules,” Ryan looked over at Shane, looking at me when we tried to understand why he was laughing.

“I’m sorry, death shouldn’t be this funny,” Shane took a breath, making a hand motion for Ryan to continue. I started laughing at that, keeping it low so Ryan could continue.

“After 18 murders, there were no leads. The only consistent thing was he mostly killed couples and he left an item from his last victim at the crime scene. The BAU conducted that he was most likely killing the couple because of his own failed marriage or possibly one close to him.”

“So he started killing because he hated to love? I bet he hates Valentine’s Day,” Shane shrugged, his smile breaking across his face when I spoke up.

“Nah, he seems more like a Halloween type guy,” I shrugged, laughing when Ryan hit his elbow on the table.

“Okay okay, back to the good stuff,” I pointed at the file, laughing when Ryan rolled his eyes.

“Now victims 19 and 20 is where the story starts to twist. Amanda Bertram and George Foyet-“ I shivered at the name “we attacked by the Reaper.”

“Did you say attacked?”

“Yes, while Amanda Bertram was killed in the struggle Foyet manages to survive with serious injuries.”

“So this dude just accidentally forgets to kill him?” Shane almost yelled, reaching for the file to read himself but Ryan moved it back.

“He saw the ghost of Valentine and just ran,” I played on the joke earlier, which made the two laugh.

“The heart-shaped boxes of chocolate really made him shit himself,” Ryan barely got the words out, his laugh slowly turning into a cough.

“We shouldn’t joke about a murderer when we don’t know his whereabouts,” I laughed along.

“Wait, you’re telling me they lost him!”

“Yep,” I popped the “p”, smiling when Shane looked to Ryan who only shrugged,

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Was all he said before he continued the case.

“After this no new leads were found, it was later discovered that The Boston Reaper sent Shaunessy a note that if the investigation was shut now he would stop killing,” Ryan read the words off.

“I bet he ended the letter with “xoxo from your worst nightmare” with a lipstick stain,” I spoke without thinking, covering my mouth when I realized what I said.

“Oh he’d definitely come at you now,” Shane pointed at me, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.

“No way! The BAU will save me,” I shrugged, smiling as I imagined the team busting in the door at the last minute like they always did.

“Oh yeah the one dude, what’s his name,” Ryan started snapping his fingers as he thought over his words “Sp-“

“Spencer Reid!” I practically yelled the name, my smile only growing large at the mention of the handsome Doctor from the BAU team. While he didn’t work my case, I heard a little about him and he called my house phone trying to reach Hotch.

To say I was infatuated would be a small understatement.

“Him?” Ryan pointed at him, smiling wider at me.

“Who is this Reid boy and what are his intentions?” Shane folded his arms on the table like a father, looking between Ryan and I.

“I hope it's dirty,” I blurted out, covering my mouth again as I looked at the camera.

“Cut that out,” I started laughing when I heard Shane wheezing beside me.

“No we’re keeping that, that was quality content,” Ryan was laughing, pushing my chair slightly as I slowly joined in.

“I’m so grateful he works a busy job and will never see this,” I started coughing, which made Shane pat my back.

“Please take the obsession back to murder, please and thank you,” I nodded to the case file once everyone has calmed down.

“Okay okay, the cast went cold after that. No new murders ever appeared and the BAU left the case.”

“Spencer went to (Y/N)’s house,” Shane commented quickly.

“Until 2009 when a murder took place right outside of Boston, a couple killed on a hill. While this seemed like nothing at first, an eye was painted on the side of the door and glasses were found on the victim’s face. The glasses belong to Foyet,” Ryan read in his special voice.

“So the dude got bored and was like “Fuck my promise”?” Shane looked between both of us.

“Let him finish,” I patted Shane shoulder, looking at the file again.

“It was later announced to the public that Shaunessy was dead,” Ryan read, looking at Shane with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh, you should have led with that!”

Ryan rolled his eyes, going back to the file in front of him.

“Hotchner took up the case with his BAU team-”

“Spencer had to leave (Y/N)’s house early to get there in time,' ' Shane pushed my shoulder, my finger slowly starting to play with the little ring on my finger.

“I wish,” I spoke up, smiling at Shane when he shook his head.

“The team quickly gathered all the information possible, slowly putting the eye signature on the car with the sign off on the letter.”

“He didn’t sign it xoxo?” Shane asked, I shook my head sadly.

“Sorry to get your hopes up,” I spoke gravely, my mask cracking when Shane started smiling.

“I was readying for him to sign A like that show!”

I started laughing, my hand covering my mouth as Ryan tried to explain the show he was talking about.

“Why do they have to be pretty liars, am I pretty when I lie?”

“No,” I said the words so seriously I was shocked with myself. We all three started laughing suddenly.

I hadn’t been at Buzzfeed long, I had only made a few friends and I pretty much got dragged into the video when they needed a test dummy. This was my first video that didn’t make me want to rip my eyes out, I actually was having a great time with Ryan and Shane with the jokes and all.

“Okay,” Ryan coughed, finally reading the file again,” Many tried to brush it off as a copycat but Agent Hotchner refused to drop the case.”

“That’s my bestie,” I smiled, remembering the photo I had with him when the local news decided to take pictures of us standing outside the station. The photo was awkward and I doubt he even remembered my case but I didn’t really care.

“Then a few hours later an older couple, Arthur and Diane Lanessa, were found stabbed and shot. When the earlier victim, Nina Hale, was found on Diane's wrist, people started to worry.”

“Wait I thought he left the one dude glasses, who is still weird to me,” Shane spoke up again.

“That’s what I’m saying! He had his glasses yet he’s a copycat? Cops can be so stupid,” I rambled, still pissed about that to this day.

“The BAU split up to find Foyet, who went into hiding after his attack, to get more details. Agent Hotchner and Agent David Rossi found him staying in a house in Boston.”

“Why would you stay in Boston?” Ryan was the one to speak this time, his nose scrunched up as he thought it over.

“Right, like yes I almost died here let me stay,” Shane mocked Foyet, which made me laugh.

“Later that night The Reaper boarded a busy bus and killed the occupants of it. Many had theories on why he changed his MO but nobody will confirm or deny.”

“I think he was made at Hotch,” I spoke up. I had thought about this alot.

“Why do you think that?”

“He didn’t quite like Shaunessy, I don’t blame Shaunessy, but still. He stuck around even when he could have walked away,” I crossed my arms, slightly proud of my theory.

“You think he gave the same deal?”

“You don’t?” I looked at Ryan, his arms shrugging before he went back to the case.

“There was a cryptic message left on the side the bus along with the Reaper eye,”

“Cryptic message? Is this real?”

“Unfortunately,” I nodded, looking back to Ryan as he spoke.

“The BAU managed to decipher the code into a line of Foyet addresses-”

“Spender did it!”

“And how would you know?” Shane looked to me, raising his eyebrow at me with a little smirk.

“Because he had an eidetic memory and has an IQ of 187,” I spoke proudly, as if I actually knew the person I was talking about. Okay maybe I searched them on the internet one too many times.

“How do you know that?” Ryan asked, laughing at me now.

“Google,” I shrugged, laughing when Shane looked up from his hands.

“What does he even look like?” I held up my finger, fishing my phone out of my back pocket. I quickly unlocked it, placing my thumb print and moving on, and tapped the searched bar. I quickly typed in his name, thankful it didn’t pop up in purple because I couldn’t handle that much teasing.

“Here,” I placed the phone on the table, laughing when Shane moved closer.

“He has a Wikipedia,” Shane looked over his shoulder at Ryan and I, speaking like a kid on Christmas.

“You both have Wikipedia,” I shrugged, not seeing the appeal of the whole life on display.

“You don’t,” Shane pointed out. I jokily pouted, acting all sad as I looked up to the ceiling.

“We can make you one,” Ryan patted my shoulder laughing when I smiled.

“Can we say I’m married to Doctor Spencer Reid?”

Both nodded at the same time, my hand going over my hand and I laugh at their telekinesis response.

“Okay finished this case so (Y/N) and I can stalk Mr. Reid,” Shane patted Ryan shoulder and I lightly smiled to myself.

He seemed like nothing but I finally made some friends, I mean friends I could talk to outside of work.

“Once they arrived at Foyet house they found gallons of blood pulled from the back of the house.”

“So they killed him?”

“Just wait,” I held my finger up, smiling when Shane deflated slightly.

“Multiple police were attacked, even Derek Morgan with the BAU. The specific are not out to the public but a nurse claimed that The Reaper stole Morgan credentials,” Ryan read off the paper, smiling when Shane gasped.

“That’s insane, this case is insane!”

I laughed along with Ryan, all of ours eye scanning over the paper now and we waited for the next bit of information.

“After looking over past cases filed, the BAU were confused on why The Reaper would kill Foyet. Their tech analysis did research to induce that Foyet had multiple aliases, claimed he had them to feel safe from The Reaper, actually had multiple assault charges, and his parents were killed when he was six.”

“Oh my, he killed them didn’t he!” Ryan and I both nodded, Shane’s hands flying up to his hair as he looked between us.

“It was him the whole time! No way!”

“That’s what I said,'' I looked into the camera for the first time in awhile, it felt nice and easy with them. The video was coming easy unlike trying to do awkward yoga poses with strangers.

“They managed to trace everything back to Foyet, concluding he was The Reaper. After more research, Foyet’s phone was tracked to Roy Colson's house. A journalist would recently wrote an article on The Reaper.``

“This feels like a Scooby-Doo mission at this point,” Shane sounded out of breath, looking to the camera with wide eyes.

“We got some work to do now!” I jokily sang the theme song, making the two laugh lightly before moving on to the end of the case.

“The local police arrest Foyet at the house, Colson thankful survived. Foyet was taken to prison immediately after arrest.”

“I thought they lost him?”

“If you don’t let him finish,” I joked, Shane laughed as we finally let Ryan finish.

“Foyet was found in his cell later throwing up blood and convulsions. As being rushed to the hospital, the ambulance was ambushed and Foyet escaped. No more information has been released on the whereabouts of Foyet.”

“They really lost him!”

Shane was in shock at the discovery, my hand covering my mouth quickly before I answered.

“I bet he’s working for the FBI, they hire people when they’re too dangerous.” I tried my best to be serious about the theory but I knew my smile was peaking thought.

“He’s probably the BAU’s personal hitman!”

I laughed with Ryan, my chair had slowly moved closer to his as I kept leaning to see the case file.

“Where do you think Foyet it?”Ryan spoke into the camera, talking to the people that would watch this in a few weeks.

“I think (Y/N) should call her smarty-pants husband and ask,” Shane spit out his last joke before the video ended.

“Yeah, Doctor Spencer Reid please call me with information about the case.” I pointed into the camera like Uncle Sam and winked dramatically.

“He doesn’t have your number,” Ryan reminded me. I let my finger fall, thinking over my words before I pointed back at the camera.

“Email my business email,” I nodded. Shane and Ryan both hit my shoulder. both hands going to my arm to cover them.

“Say bye to our favorite guest ever,” Ryan waved in my face.

“Bye!”

I laughed as the video played on my laptop, laughing when my voice was replaced with light green words floating on the screen. I scrolled down lightly, reading a bunch of comments. I smiled when most were asking if I would ever be on another Unsolved.

My phone went off beside me, my hand reaching for it as I paused the video and moved to my email. I was waiting for an email about an article I was writing and I couldn’t stop hitting refresh.

Shane: i’ve seen two ship edits of (y/n) and spencer reid on my instagram already

Ryan: i saw an edit of shane fall out a chair

I laughed at the messages, the group chat the three of us had formed titled “The Reapers Bitches” never stopped as we had grown a close bond.

I heard the little ding from my laptop, also most screaming when I slammed the refresh button and screamed when I saw an email with a little unread dot beside it.

I didn’t think twice, pushing the email and reading over it quickly.

From: [email protected]

Hello, this is Doctor Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I recently saw a video of you mentioning me and my team about a case we worked on a few years back. While I legally can’t share any details with you in this case, I would be open to speaking with others. Please email me back!

I was going to scream, maybe cry, maybe both at this point. I read the email two or three more times, trying to comprehend what I just read.

He did see, shit he did see it. I heard my phone going off beside me, my hand picking it up and typing without reading what they were saying before.

Me: Spencer Fucking Reid just emailed me

I let my phone fall to my lap, reading the email one more time.

“Thank you Buzzfeed Unsolved,” I whispered under my breath.

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atinydise · 4 years ago

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Ateez reacting to Yunho being a grown man

❦ Genre: Fluff, suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

The leader lazily and sleepily got out of his bed. He realized how early it was when he saw Yunho, still sleeping peacefully/ Hongjoong hesitated to jump back in his warm bed or to stay awake. He opted for the 2nd option and quietly left the door. At his big surprise, Mingi and Wooyoung were in the kitchen, cooking. "Pasta? For breakfast?" Asked Hongjoong, questioning their life choice. "Breakfast?" Repeated Wooyoung. "It's 1PM Hyung." The leader glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Yunho is till sleeping, I thought it was 8 AM." The 2 boys snored at the same time. Hongjoong raised a brow. "What's so funny? It happens to sleep until late." Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged a quick stare. "Tell me." Insisted Hongjoong.

"I think we should tell him." Said Mingi. Wooyoung sighed, but finally nodded. "Okay close the door really quick." The leader was completely lost. Why were they acting so weirdly? "Okay, keep the secret because Yunho ignores that we know." Started Mingi. "Know what?" "We saw him and Y/N making out yesterday." Claimed Wooyoung. Hongjoong raised a brow. "Yunho and Y/N? Come on... what you saw was wrong." "No! She was almost naked and kind of riding him." The leader almost threw up at this image. "Y'all so nasty." "Nasty about what?" Asked Yunho, entering the kitchen. "Ah Yunho!" Snapped Hongjoong. "These 2 idiots are trying to prank me." "Hyung..." whispered Mingi. "They said that they saw you making out with Y/N yesterday." He sneered. "But I told them that you were not into "this". He air-quoted. "Oh." Replied Yunho. "But they are right Hyung." He faced Mingi and Wooyoung. "Sorry that you saw that boys." They both shrugged, not turning this into a big deal. While Hongjoong was wondering if all of this was a prank. Yunho is so shy and pure, he would never do this yet. "S-So, you are-" he paused. "Sexually active? Heck yeah! Have you seen Y/N?" He smirked. The leader gagged once again. "Come on, don't act like it's a big deal." "It is!" "It's not." Replied Yunho, picking an apple before leaving the kitchen. Mingi and Wooyoung smirked at Hongjoong. "So, you believe us now?" "Our baby is a grown man." He whispered. "Of course... he turned it as a big deal." Sighed Wooyoung.

SEONGHWA

Yunho are you ready?" Asked Seonghwa, looking for his tall friend. "I'm born ready." He replied joyfully. They both decided to hang out together since the other members had their own schedule. At first, they went to the arcade game because it's Yunho favorite place and Seonghwa really wanted to make him full and relaxed. As a second destination, Seonghwa picked a good restaurant. They really chose everything they wanted on the menu. The table was full of food, few people were even looking at them like if they were crazy. "Soju?" Offered the eldest member. "Yeah! But not too much today okay?" "Sure."

1 hour later, these 2 boys were laughing crazily at everything. Their noses and cheeks were completely red because of the amount of alcohol in their body. "Do you remember when Mingi said that he could be the leader when Hongjoong pranked us?" Puffed Seonghwa. "We were all crying but he just wanted to replace him." Laughed Yunho. "Like if he could lead us. He would quit in 2 days." Giggled Seonghwa. "Y/N would last longer than him." Added Yunho. "Ooooh Y/N! I miss Y/N! Where is she?" Seonghwa tugged on the wall next to him. "In her house. She's tired." Smirked Yunho. "I thought she was in vacation or a week off." "Yeah, she is," he hiccupped." I didn't mean tired in the way." Even in his state, Seonghwa understood that his friend didn't get it. "We had seeeex," giggled the tallest boy. Seonghwa almost spitted the soju he had in his mouth. "You what?!" "Oops." Laughed Yunho. "How?!" "How?" He raised a brow. "Well, I thought you knew, but I put her legs on my shoulders and I-" "No!" Stopped Seonghwa, disgusted. "Don't say anything." "But you know it better than me." He winked. "Jeong Yunho." "Park Seonghwa." He giggled. "You better use a protection." "Of course. I bought one with your credit card by the way." "I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or this situation, but I'll throw up." "I would say too much alcohol." "No, too much information, perv." He gagged. "Wait! I'm gonna tell me you mooore!" "Time to go back home!" Shouted Seonghwa, standing up but instantly tugging on the side. "Waitress! PLEASE! Save me!" He yelled in the restaurant, Yunho laughing behind him.

YEOSANG

"Yunho have you seen my phone?" Asked Yeosang. "No. Have you looked under your pillow?" "Yeah. Can I borrow yours 2 sec? Just to text Wooyoung." "Sure." He handed his phone to Yeosang. "You are still going to the theater?" "Yep. Do you want to come with us?" Yeosang searched Wooyoung's contact. He spotted that except you, Yunho wasn't texting his friends that much. "Depends which movie you are going to watch." Replied Yunho. "I think you watched it already. It's Tenet." "Oh! I'm down. I really like this movie." Accepted Yunho." "Cool. Then get ready because-" *ting* ["Okay there's nothing to worry about anymore."] Yeosang unconsciously read your message even though he tried to avoid it. "Text Wooyoung, I'll look for my wallet." Yeosang nodded and finally warned his closest friend to join them in 10 minutes. *ting* ["I just had my period. I'm not pregnant."] Yeosang's eyes widened. Just by this concrete text, he understood a lot of things. He got it that Yunho started to be a grown man. But not that much. "I'm ready." Said Yunho smiling widely. Yeosang handed him back his phone, acting like he never knew these messages. "I'll take a jacket." He almost ran to his bedroom. The tallest guy shrugged and unlocked his phone. He instantly saw the notifications with your name on it. He took 5 seconds to process the situation. "Shit!" He rushed to Yeosang's room and asked: "Have you seen anything particular on my phone?" His friend shook his head, lying. "Not at all." Yunho sighed, relieved. "Okay." "Is there something to know?" "No." "Sure?" "Yeah, there's nothing." "Okay cool." "I thought you were freaking out because I know that Y/N isn't pregnant." "You lied!" "You had sex! And not even fully protected!" "It just cracked. It's an accident." "Disgusting disgusting." Yeosang covered his ears, leaving the room. "Don't tell anyone!" Almost begged Yunho, following him. "What's going on?" Asked Jongho. "They're just crazy." Shrugged Mingi.

SAN

San sighed for the 3rd time in a minute. He accepted to help Seonghwa a bit. As every day off, he took some time to clean the entire dorm. "Less sighing, more cleaning." Sang Seonghwa, putting down a pair of new sheets on San's bed. "Hyung!" Whined San. "How can you like something like cleaning? It's so boring!" "Hm... how can you like throwing your food on Woooyoung's face and not cleaning the tomato sauce which splashed on the wall?" Asked Seonghwa. San stayed quiet for a second and finally gave up and turned back to his desk. "That's what I thought..." smirked the eldest member. "Dictator..." whispered San. "Don't forget to tidy Yunho's sheet in the wardrobe too." "Yeah sir." Just when Seonghwa left, San jumped on his bed, tired of these efforts. He stared at the ceiling a minute and finally glanced at the messy wardrobe. "Argh... I'm so lazy." He sighed. "Oh. What is this?" San spotted a clothe like a maid dress, hung up in Yunho's side. He got out of the bed and walked slowly toward the dress. When he was finally sure that he was right, he picked the hanger. "The heck are you doing with this Jeong Yunho?" Before he could realize, his friend entered the room. "Seonghwa said- no wait. Threatened me, to help you." Yunho stopped in his track when he saw that your dress was in San's hands. His face was bending, reading your name on the collar of the dress. "San, it's not what you think it is." He claimed, freaking out. "I wasn't aware you were into cosplay..." he smirked, trying his best to not laugh. "I don't judge." "It- It was her idea!" Yunho ripped the dress out of San's grip. "Soo... you are... doing "the thing" now?" He crossed his arms on his chest. "It's- personal." Blushed Yunho, hiding the dress in his sport bag. "Oh, come on!" For sure you have secrets, gossips and juicy things to tell me!" "No!" "Yunho, you are a real man now. And a nasty one." he added. "No need to be shy." "San!" The tallest boy rolled his eyes. "Okay okay! I stop." Giggled San. "But don't forget to be gently with Y/N." "I am." He replied. "I will treat her gently and never ask her to do something she doesn't want to." "Good." Nodded San. Both of them started to clean their part of the room, quietly. When San added. "Don't be too nice then. Maybe she likes it rough." "I'll kill you!" Growled Yunho, running after San.

MINGI

Mingi was laying on Yunho's bed. It's been 2 hours since they exchanged a word. Yunho has been looking website on his computer, while Mingi was lost on TikTok. The atmosphere wasn't awkward at all. Until Yunho asked: "Song Mingi." "Hm?" "I know that you had many girlfriends, so I think you could help me." Mingi gulped. He lied about the numbers of girls he dated. He said something like "10", but in reality, it was like 1. He’s too shy for that. "Yeah? What do you want to know?" He sat on the bed. "How you knew that you are "doing well"? He asked, blushing a bit. "Doing what?" Repeated Mingi, naively. "You know..." Mingi raised a brow, not having a blue about what he wanted to talk about. "With Y/N, we took the next step. And I don't really know if I'm-" "The next step?" "Yeah. Sex." Yunho raised a brow. "You know what it is? Because I thought you did it a tone of time. Right?" Mingi was shocked and scared. Yunho had been his friend, probably the closest one, since a long time and to know that he was now sexually active was surprising. "Mingi?" "Huh? Y-Yeah?" He sneered. "A ton of times!" "So how do you know they liked it?" "Huh. I-I-Well-Haha." He stuttered, laughing nervously. "You know! The moans and stuff." "Moans?" "Yeah. The more she's loud, more she likes it." He said coolly. "Really? I don't think that's a good value. She can fake it." "Why would she do that? That's mean." "To be nice with me probably. To not ruin the mood." Mingi blushed. "Women does that?" "Some of them, I guess. For our ego." Yunho shrugged. "Wow. Well." He paused, trying to keep his composure. "Just talk to her. Conversations are the key. Yunho nodded, satisfied with his answer. "You are probably right." "Of course! You are talking with a pro!" "Why we never met one of them by the way?" "Oh! Seonghwa is calling me! We are going to talk about that later okay?" Mingi ran away. "I'm coming Hyung!" "N-Nobody called you." Whispered Yunho confused.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was laying on the living-room's couch. One leg on the headrest, the other one falling on the floor. "The answer is Spring Day!" He yelled throwing a chip on the TV screen. "How can you ignore this when you claim about being an army." He rolled his eyes. Wooyoung almost had a heart attack when the bell rang loudly in the dorm. He growled lazily, and finally walked to the door. "Mingi you forgot your key all-" "Hello." You bowed politely and shyly. Wooyoung had the instant reflex to hide behind the door, ready to slam it at your face. "Oh no! I'm not a fan!" You tried to reassure him. "I'm Y/N." "Y/N?" He repeated. "Like Yunho's Y/N?" You nodded, shy to be categorized as Yunho's girlfriend. "Yunho is not here." He's filming his k-drama." "Yeah, but he told me you would be there." You smiled. "I just need to pick something I've left here." "Oh. You already came here?" Asked Wooyoung. You ignored his question, too shy to answer it and pointed at the hoodie hanging on Yunho's doorknob. "Here it is!" You removed your shoes quickly and walked past Wooyoung. He was looking at every of your moves, trying to know how you left suck a big piece of clothes here. "Now that I have it. I should go." You waved at Wooyoung who was still confused. "Huh- bye." He replied. When you closed the door, Wooyoung's brain tilted. At the terrible image of Yunho doing profanities at the dorm, maybe right where he was sitting few minutes ago, he almost threw up. "Disgusting Jeong Yunho."

The same night, Wooyoung was waiting patiently his friend's return. "We are home!" Yelled San, followed by Seonghwa, Yunho and Jongho. Wooyoung almost tripped on his run to the hallway. "Yunho Hyung... Y/N came here to take back the thing she left here." "Y/N?" Repeated Seonghwa. "She came here?" Asked Jongho. "Y-Yeah one time. It was raining this day." Replied Yunho, blushing a bit. "So, it was cold too?" Insisted Wooyoung. "Yeah." "So how did she leave without her hoodie?" He smirked. Yunho took a second to realize that Wooyoung knew. "Let's talk in my room." He gripped his friend's arm before heading to his room. "You a little nasty boy." Shouted Wooyoung, sure that everyone would hear it. When the door slammed, the 3 other boys were looking at each other. "The hell is going on in this house now." Sighed Seonghwa.

JONGHO

"You can't beat me Hyung." Laughed Jongho. "I just need more training." Replied Yunho, trying to launch the basketball right in. "How can you not put at least one, with your height?" "You are talking way too much for someone who faked to have a cramp when I had a point." Smirked Yunho. "This is a strict basketball rule." Shrugged Jongho. "It's not." Jongho took the advantage of Yunho's distraction to rip the ball out of his large hands. This action was followed by an intense match. Jongho was still the best, but his friend's score was close enough. Only one point was missing to give Jongho the victory. Unexpectedly, Yunho tried to dunk, thinking that he already won, but the ball bounced out. "How can you miss this with your height?" They both looked at you. "That's exactly what I said." Added Jongho. Your boyfriend ran to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hi babe." "Hi." You replied, smiling widely at you. "Do you want to play with us Y/N?" Offered the maknae. "If you are not scared to lose." You threatened him. "Never." "Okay go then." You removed your hoodie which could be annoying to play with. When you made sure everything was okay, you nodded at the boys but both of them were like a bit petrified. At their face, you realized which mistakes you made. "Shit!" "Yu-Yunho did this to you?!" Asked Jongho, pointing at your neck and collarbone. "Jongho shh!" You put your hand on his mouth. "Keep it as a secret." Begged your boyfriend. Jongho removed your hand." Keep the secret about you making Y/N look like a pepperoni pizza?!" "He's right about that though. You made a bunch of hickeys." Yunho rolled his eyes and handed you back your hoodie. "Put it back before someone else see it." "So. Wait. Pause." Realized Jongho. "So now you are into sex?" "Jeez that's awkward." You whispered. "We are not going to talk about it right now and here." Refused Yunho. "We are going to talk about it right now." Replied the maknae, arms crossed over his chest. "Gosh, Hongjoong is that you." You giggled. "Oh yeah, good idea. We should tell our beloved leader." "Nice one Y/N..." Sighed your boyfriend. "It was supposed to be a joke!" You freaked out.

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