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girl-in-a-bubbl3 · 11 months ago

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Glamrock Bonnie(FNAF) x Reader Part 5

Not enough sassy Bonnie fanfic so here we go...I'll try to upload at least once a week.

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Bonnie is terrible but he likes you

5 greenrooms on RSR (we include Monty)

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Moon has a lil touch of the virus

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

Also just using the gif to have a gif... we know Bonnie is actually blue in this house B)

You entered the lobby of the daycare and felt that same captivating feeling that you’ve been hit with all night.

It. Was. Amazing.

Your childhood self was screaming with excitement. Everything was so colorful and bright. Through the glass you saw the towering play structures, the ballpit that ran like a river through the main floor, and various attraction points like little castles and craft areas. Everything just looked so fun.

Without hesitation you jumped into the slide that was the more exciting entry point to the daycare. Each connecting tube was a flying whirl of colors as you finally reached the end and sank right into the rainbow sea of plastic balls in the pit.

You laughed out loud and as you popped up you heard someone shout somewhere in the daycare, “Why helloooooo new friend!!”

You turned your head and saw a very tall, lanky, sun themed animatronic bounding towards you. His wide smile was infectious as you popped a hand out of the pit to wave hello. The animatronic before you took that as an opportunity to grab you and yank you forward against him, hugging you close as he spun you around the room.

“It’s so so sooooo nice to meet you, new friend! Please, tell me your name!”

He set you down gently and held on to your hands as you regained a bit of your balance. All of the spinning may have been easy for him, but your brain was a little rattled.

You giggled as you finally regained your center. You knew he knew your name because of all of the animatronics access to the employee files. You weren’t sure why he was having you tell him, but you decided you would play into the game.

“I’m y/n! I’m the new nighttime mechanic.”

“Oh it’s so so sooooo nice to meet you! I am Sundrop, or Sun. Or… Sunny. But you can call me whatever you’d like!” He was bouncing from one foot to another while shaking your hand that he was still holding. “I’d love to show you around the daycare!”

You smiled up at him and absentmindedly started swaying as well. “That would be fantastic! But first, can I do a quick scan to make sure everything’s working as it should?”

Sun’s growing smile seemed to shrink a little at the mention of a scan. “I-I think everything’s just fine! No scan needed here!” He chuckled nervously.

“Do you mind if I just take a quick look? They want me to get a scan of everyone just in case.”

Sun started to fidget nervously with his hands. “Maybe tomorrow…? Yes! Yes definitely tomorrow we can do it!” He nodded fervently.

You really didn’t see what the harm was in waiting. Your shift would be over in an hour and a half and you technically didn’t have to scan everyone tonight as long as they felt like nothing was up.

“You know what, that’s alright Sun. We can postpone it until tomorrow.”

Sun immediately swept you up into another warm hug while squealing “thank yous” and “okay now let’s go!”. With your hand in his, he took you all around the daycare. He showed you his favorite part of the play structures, the craft corner where the kids make art (while also showing you all of his favorite materials like glitter glue and googley eyes), as well as random spots that held the best memories (which seemed to be almost every inch of the play area).

You listened enthusiastically and 'oohed' and 'aahed' at every opportunity. After the tour was finally over, you both sat across from each other at the craft table, making a few pieces of art before the end of your shift. You had about 30 minutes left. You were pretty disappointed when you saw the time because you were really enjoying Sun's company.

He was kind and caring when he spoke of the children he watched over, his smile radiated positive energy, and his genuine laugh at your dumb dad jokes made your heart flutter. You couldn't stop thinking about his nighttime counterpart, though. You saw posters around the daycare and you knew there was a different animatronic for naptime but you had yet to see him anywhere.

"Sun, can I ask you something?"

He looked up from his paper with big, red crayon in hand and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Sunflower! Ask away!"

Sunflower. I love that.

Coming back from your temporary distraction that was the nickname he just gave you, you continued to ask your question.

"Where is the nighttime animatronic? Moondrop?"

Sun started to fidget with the crayon that he was holding and he was looking everywhere but at you. "O-oh he... he only comes out when the lights are off. But we have to keep the lights on! On... on." He quietly whispered the last few words. You were now more curious than anything.

"What do you mean? Why do we have to keep the lights on? And he can't come out with us while the lights are on in here?"

"O-oh! Look at the time!" Sun pretended to look at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Your shift's almost up, Sunflower! You've got to get going! But we've loved loved loooved spending time with you!"

We?

Sun got up and grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the door.

"Sun! Wait!" You tried to dig your feet in and slow him down but he was much stronger than you would ever be. He went to open the large, wooden doors that exit the daycare until you placed your other hand on his warm, silicone chest.

"Sunny, please."

He finally met your eyes and quickly looked away. A small whine escaping his voice box.

"Sunny, it's okay. I just want to meet Moon, too."

Sun let out a sigh and started fidgeting with his hands again. "Not today but maybe..."

"Tomorrow?"

Sun looked like he was about to say something but he closed his mouth and thought for a moment, looking off in the distance. After a moment, he finally spoke. It was soft and quiet, unlike his normal rising shift in pitches.

"Okay, Sunflower. Tomorrow you can meet Moon."

You took both of his hands in yours and looked up at his glowing eyes. "Don't worry, Sunny. I feel like me and Moon will be as great of friends as you and I are."

He finally started to smile again. "We...are friends?"

"Of course we are, Sunshine! I do have to go though because my shift is really almost over."

Sun quickly grabbed you and swept you up into one more, spinning hug before he set you down and waved goodbye. His signature ultra wide grin had returned and he seemed back to his normal, excited self.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, best friend!"

You giggled and waved back at him as you started walking back towards the daycare lobby.

"See you then, Sunshine!"

To be continued....

Author's Notes:

Short filler chapter but also introducing Sun! And soon Moon... but why is Sun so nervous about it? o.o I will also have some illustrations to share tomorrow! Finally have two days off after a long work week so probably going to chill the rest of the night then really dive into the plot. As always, feel free to leave comments, feedback, and more fanfic suggestions! I really love hearing from everyone and I appreciate everyone who's following along so far <3

#fanfic #glamrock bonnie #glamrock bonnie x reader #fnaf #writing #<3 #fanfic writing #fnaf security breach #oc

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 2 years ago

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Rambles - E.Munson

Summary - Eddie hosts a holiday party, Wayne not expecting 15 people to show up at their trailer. Although the trailer was filled with his friends, he spent most of the party outside with one of his closest friends, Y/N, sharing a joint.

Word Count - 737

Warnings - Female reader, Use of drugs(weed), use of Y/N

Author's Note - Welcome to day five! I'm still keeping up so hopefully I will be able to keep up for the next 20 days! We shall see!

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A year ago, Eddie would have thought he was crazy for spending the holidays with Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N, but this year, it seemed perfectly normal. Wayne had allowed him to host a party in their trailer for his friends. The deal was just Eddie’s friends and nobody else. However, Wayne had vastly underestimated how many friends Eddie actually had. The trailer was packed with people, everyone from Hellfire, including Lucas, was there, Max, El, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Robin, Steve, Y/N and Will. There were 16 people packed into the trailer like a bunch of sardines, when Wayne showed up, he was quite surprised with the amount of friends his nephew had accumulated over the last year.

Most of the older teens had taken over Eddie’s bedroom, the younger ones taking over the living room. Y/N and Eddie were sitting outside on the steps leading up to the front door, sharing a joint as they sat in a comfortable silence. She was the one to break it after a short while. “Wayne seemed surprised with how many people showed up,” She pointed out.

“He thought I was only inviting the Hellfire guys but I don’t think he realized how many people I’m actually friends with,” He replied, “It’s weird to think about really. I mean I had maybe 3 friends last year but this year there are 15 people at my trailer because they chose to be friends with me.”

“Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you? You are one of the best people I’ve had the joy of meeting. You’re like one of my favorite people ever, everyday with you is something new. Nothing is ever the same and I love that because it makes hanging out with you so much more fun because I never know what you’re gonna do,” She rambled, Eddie’s cheeks turning a bright pink color.

“You ramble when you smoke,” Eddie pointed out, “It’s cute.”

“Shut up.” She bumped her shoulder into his with a smile on her face. The two of them shared a laugh before talking about random things that popped into their minds. They sat out there for a few hours just talking and laughing, only going inside as the younger kids started to leave. The number of people in the house dwindling, Steve, Nancy and Robin all left, it was just Gareth, Jeff and Doug hanging out on the couch with Wayne.

Y/N was getting giggly because she had smoked a little too much. “She’s gonna crash here tonight, if that’s okay Uncle Wayne,” Eddie mentioned. Wayne gave him a noncommittal grunt. He took her hand and led her to his room, Gareth whistling at the pair and Jeff clapping which resulted in a middle finger from both of them.

This hadn’t been the first time she had stayed over with Eddie, she had stayed over so often that Wayne was just used to her staying. It’s not like Eddie brought girls over, the only girl that was ever at the trailer consistently was Y/N. As they got to his room, he handed her a pair of his boxers and a long sleeve shirt to wear for the night, taking out a pair of long flannel pajama pants. The two of them getting changed with their backs turned to each other before climbing into his bed and getting under the covers.

They laid beside each other, on their sides just looking at one another. She started to giggle again which made Eddie start chuckling. “What is so funny?” He asked between his laughter.

“I don’t know,” She giggled with glee. The two of them laughed for nearly 30 minutes before being able to calm down enough to talk. “You’re so handsome,” She said suddenly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He responded with a smile. She pressed her forehead to his as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Your eyes are so red.”

“So are yours.”

Both of them fell asleep not long after, their tiredness sneaking up on them. Wayne had checked on them before he had gone to bed, finding the two of them face to face and holding onto one another tightly. He had gently shut the door with a smile on his face, happy for his nephew even though the pair weren’t together just yet. He knew it wouldn’t be very long until the two got together.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #corroded coffin #stranger things fic #wayne munson #stranger things #eddie st4 #steve harrington #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson #hellfire club #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle

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mystic-story-lover · 2 years ago

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~ Cowboy Like Me ~

Adam Page x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Angst

Summary: Hangman confronts his girlfriend about something Mox told him

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys!

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Bria, thank god we found you.” Kenny sighed, shaking his head, a frown present on his face.

“Is everything okay?” I questioned, suddenly filled with worry.

Usually, I’d be in the locker room that the Elite shared, but tonight I decided to give them space as they plotted their Anarchy In the Arena match. Personally, I loved matches like those, all the violence something that I loved taking part in. The guys however, weren't typically interested in matches such as these.

“Matt and I found Mox talking to your boyfriend.” Nick spoke, stepping from behind Kenny. It was clear all three were nervous to tell me anything, which only sent more worry throughout me.

“Okay, that’s nothing bad. They’re in a feud together.” I spoke, looking for the reaction to my words.

“Well, he looked pissed after their conversation ended.” Kenny stated, and he sharply turned his head when he heard a banging sound come from the catering door. “Speak of the devil.” He sighed.

Whatever Moxley said in their chat clearly had Hangman pissed, because he was fuming by the time he’d made his way to the table the three of us were at. A frown lay on his face, and a fire burned in his blue eyes.

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” I questioned, laying one hand palm up on the table, expecting him to lace his hand in mine.

“Did you have sex with Wheeler?” His question hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was in complete shock.

“What?” He shook his head at my question, only growing more irritated.

“Last night, did you have sex with him?” He asked again.

“No! I went out with Britt and Adam last night, and then came right back to the hotel when we were all done hanging out.” I yelled, throwing my hands up in defense. “Britt even walked me to the door, just to make sure I got in safe last night,”

Adam sighed, using one hand to rub his temples. I stood up, turning my back to him, not wanting to look at him. It hurt, in all honesty, thinking that my boyfriend didn’t trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t cheat. Kenny reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I smiled at him, tears falling from my eyes.

“Get your hand off my girlfriend man.” A low growl came from Adam, and I turned around, a scowl on my face.

“You don’t get to say things like that Adam, especially not after trusting me enough not to cheat on you.” I yelled, pushing past him, and storming out of catering. Instead of going to their locker room like we’d planned for that day, I went to Zack Sabre Jr.’s instead. We’d been friends since my time in Japan, and I knew that I could lean on him.

When I knocked on his door, I could hear shuffling and a hefty sigh as he opened the door. His blonde hair poked out from the slight crack in the door, and he lifted his head.

“Bollocks, isn’t it love?” I nodded, the tears staining my cheeks.

“He thought I cheated on him, Zack. How could he accuse me of that?” I sobbed, and he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly.

We spent the better part of thirty minutes in his locker room, mostly just talking about random things. He’d spent the better part of ten minutes telling me about everything going on in Japan, and I listened intently. The things we discussed took my mind off things, and caused me to laugh, something I needed after the things that went down in catering. I wasn’t surprised if anyone caught the scene, but I didn’t even care at the moment. A knock on the door brought us out of our conversation though. I went to the door, and opened it, surprised to see Adam.

“Baby, hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. I’m so happy to see you.” Adam sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Adam, I don’t want to see you right now, or ever, actually.” I whispered. “You really hurt me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I am.” Adam spoke, reaching out for me, but I took a step back.

“We’re over Adam, I mean it. I can’t handle you not trusting me.” I sigh. “Not after what happened before.”

“This isn’t before Bria!” He yelled. “Can’t you trust me?”

“No, Adam, I can’t.”

#~my story :) ~#aew imagine #adam page x reader #hangman adam page #aew x reader #adam page imagine

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letstalkshipping · 1 year ago

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I'm starting another Cillian Murphy film tonight! This time it's "In Time." Looks like a pretty fun watch so far. I like the concept of it. Cillian is a supporting character again, so it might be a little dry on his appearances, but I'm keen to watch anyway! This is another one I've seen quite a few posts/gifs/pics about his character.

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I'm halfway through and the scene where the lead male and female are setting up at his house for the night and it just made me think... This is what I want to see with a situational male/female pairing in a film. NOT what "Girl With a Pearl Earring" did. In this film, the pair have been in close physical proximity for about a day and they have had a romantic spark at the beginning of getting to know each other, but the rest of the scenes are simply practical, mostly platonic and pretty much completely free from the 'sexual tension' that so botheringly permeates every scene of "The Girl With the Pearl Earring." Like, you do NOT have to be heavy-handed with that sort of thing in films. The audience is intelligent, emotionally literate, and they have probably seen a hundred romantic pairings in movies before this one. You don't have to belabour the point that there might be something sexual or romantic blossoming there. We. Get. It. Lol.

But anyway, the costume design is fabulous.

Cillian's voice in this film is chef's kiss. Honestly it's probably my favourite of his after his strong Irish/English ones.

Some of the random dialogue is fantastic. Here's some examples lol - the main two characters watching a report on Television about them being dangerous fugitives - Sylvia: we look cute together - Sylvia seeing a glimpse of real life in the ghetto: This is insane - Will, deadpan: yeah, it's insane

- Sylvia: I didn't mean to shoot him, I wanted to scare him - Will: I think you did both

- Sylvia: what are we going to do? we can't keep driving around in this car, it's a cop car - so let's make an arrest

- Bad Guy: fortunately for you I don't like to kill a man in cold blood. I do it, but I-I prefer not to.

Ooh, I do like a good "distribute the wealth of the nasty rich ppl to the nice poor ppl through illegal and chaotic means" story XD

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Okay, I just finished watching "In Time" and overall that was a good movie! Glad I could enjoy the movie in addition to Cillian being in it... unlike "Girl With a Pearl Earring" (sorry i keep going on about that lol).

I have ideas of a Raymond Leon prequel fanfiction haha. I can imagine his backstory being a cute/dramatic fic for sure.

#cillian murphy #film #fandom #reaction #in time #raymond leon #cillian murphy in “in time”#In Time film 2011 #movie reaction

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thisisjustforfunval · 5 years ago

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#VIXX #Hongbin #VIXX gifs #MyGifs #Hongbin gifs #Black Out #I'm off making random gifs #Come hither #Okay. Enjoy random giffing for tonight #I was in a VIXX blackhole and felt inspired to gif

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yanderambling · 2 years ago

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omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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lostalioth · 4 years ago

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Jules!! I just had a thought about how we’ve never seen Loki with any facial hair and I’ve never found a fic where he has any either, I was hoping you could write something where maybe he’s been away from reader for a while and comes back with a beard 🤔 reader getting flustered and the inevitable teasing sounds so good lmao would be curious about beard burn with Loki too. Only if that’s something you’d enjoy writing of course! Love you and hope you have a great day ❤️

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ; 𝘭𝘰𝘬𝘪

summary: the most noticeable difference was the scruffy black beard that covered the lower half of his face. it made you squeeze your thighs together, you never expected him to look so good with one.

warnings: smut, slight angst [it was unintentional], loki x fem!reader, oral [female receiving], beard burn, alludes to reader and loki having a past relationship, nicknames [love, darling, little love], very small mention of male masturbation, y/n is written once [i try my hardest to not use it unless necessary]., there is a small part where reader is described as short but that’s bc loki is 6’4 and thor is 6’6 in this.

note: for some reason I can’t in vision loki having any facial hair. also i know the gif at the top is tom not one of loki but oh well I liked it lmao. nonetheless thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy, dont be afraid to send me random thoughts you guys may have!!

It’s been quite sometime since you’ve seen the god of mischief. You grew up with Loki and his brother Thor in Asgard, eventually you had to leave Asgard for some time though. It was really hard, leaving them behind. Though you never told him, you loved the mischievous god a lot, you always felt he loved you the same.

You were a bit nervous to see him, it's been so long that you were worried he may no longer remember you nor feel the same. You let out a shaky breath as you examine yourself quickly in the bathroom vanity mirror. The feast that was being held tonight had already begun, you didn’t plan for your arrival to correspond so well with it though it happened. “You can do this, what’s the worst that could happen? '' You mumble to yourself in a low voice.

Just before you get ready to finally walk out, you brush your hands over the body and skirt of the long and intricate dark green and gold dress you wore. You definitely did not dress up in the gods colors to impress him, obviously not. With one final glance over your body to triple check you looked presentable you make your way out of the washroom.

“It’ll be okay..” you repeat those same words under your breath as your feet lead you towards the main hall. It was where all the feasts were held, there stood a large and long table. Set with ornate and beautiful china and silverware. Your admiration is interrupted as frigga approaches you. “Oh honey!! It’s so great to see you again sweetie how have you been?” She beams as she pulls you in for a small embrace. “I’ve been great, I missed you lady frigga” you smile with a soft chuckle to mask your shaky voice.

“I’ve missed you too, you know it was hard keeping Loki in line once you left” she teases with a small smile making heat flood your face in embarrassment at her insinuation. Though you knew she wasn’t wrong, Loki was more well behaved when he had you around. “Speaking of my son, have you reunited with the boys yet?” She questions while looking around the grand room.

Before you could answer a voice from behind you answers for you. “No we haven’t mother” the velvety voice rings in your ears causing lots of heat to flood your face. You spin your body around to be met with Thor and Loki towering over you. Loki only stood 2 inches under his brother at 6”4, damn asgardians and their height. “It’s good to see you lady y/n” Thor’s beams with excitement and pulls you against his broad armor-covered chest.

He squeezes you tight in his arms “good to see you too, could you ease up a bit” you speak out as you feel like your eyeballs are gonna burst. “Yeah ease up you oaf, I wanna hug her now” Loki scoffs from beside him. Thor loosened his grip and pulled away and pecked your forehead with a big smile before walking off to greet other guests. Frigga followed after him, leaving you and Loki alone.

There he stood, Loki Laufeyson. After all this time he looked so much different than you would’ve expected. You swore he grew taller and bulked up a bit even. The most noticeable difference was the scruffy black beard that covered the lower half of his face. It made you squeeze your thighs together, you never expected him to look so good with one.

You stand in silence for a moment before his large hand snakes it’s way around your waist. He pulls your body flush against his leather clad chest which smelt of his forest cologne. “I missed you so much love” his voice was meeker than usual.

It nearly caused tears to slip past your eyes so you buried your flushed face in his chest. “I missed you more laufeyson” you let out a nervous chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze him. It almost felt as if this moment wasn’t real. “You know what I missed more?” His voice dropped an octave as well as dropped to a whisper as he leans back to look in your eyes.

You could tell where this was going by recognizing his teasing tone. You decide to play along as one of your hands travels down his chest to splay across his stomach. “What’s that baby?” The nickname held a lot of weight even when it slipped past your lips in a teasing manner.

He leans back down towards your face, lips merely inches apart, foreheads pressed together. “I miss how you taste darling” it’s as if the words hit you in the chest and fell between your legs, as a breath hitched in the back of your throat and your core flooded with arousal.

Loki watches as your eyes glaze over and pupils blow, eyes nearly void of their original color. “Awww did you miss my head buried between your thighs love” he purred as his lips now ghosted over your plump soft ones.

You didn’t trust your mouth to speak the right words so all you respond with is an eager nod. “Do you wanna ditch the feast darling? I can take you back to my quarters, that you know all too well and show you how much I missed you” the gods' own eyes were glazed over by now, eager to cherish your body how he did once before.

“Yes please Loki, show me how much you missed me” you whine out as your answer of consent. With a love filled smirk he surges forward, connecting your lips with need. You immediately melt into the nostalgic and warm feeling of the kiss. You were grateful he decided not to wear his horned crown, as it let you thread your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. His beard felt rough against your face, though you learned quickly to enjoy it.

The guests were far too distracted admiring the set table and greeting one another to notice the two of you slip away after halting the passionate kiss for the moment. With a soft hold on your hand, fingers entangled together Loki leads you behind him to his room. Though you bet your feet could’ve guided you on your own by memory, you allow him too.

No words were exchanged again until he unlocked the double doors to the room and pulled you inside, locking them once again behind the two of you. His room didn’t look all that different from the last time you stepped foot in it, though you could tell another bookshelf was added for all his literature. “I missed you so bad darling, you have no idea” he groans as he makes his way back over to you. “It was hell here without you, without you here to satisfy me” he growls at the reminder of the amount of times he has been spread out on his bed, cock in hand and just the memory of you getting him off.

“Couldn't have been that bad, I know there were plenty of beautiful women wanting for you to take them.” You stop a scoff from escaping your lips as you continue on. “So I doubt you went unsatisfied for long” the words come out bitter and filled with jealousy.

Loki’s eyes drain of lust and flood with sadness the moment your words registered in his brain. “Darling, I didn’t take another woman the entire time you were gone” his words come out more broken than intended. “I love you, it killed me waiting for your return all these years. I only want you” his last statement comes out mumbled and whispers as if it wasn’t meant for your ears though you catch it.

Your heart swells at the acknowledgement of the reciprocated feelings. “You must me so touch starved then baby, let me fulfil your needs” you purr with a sudden burst of confidence and press your body against his. “Let me make you cum on my tongue and give your thighs burn spots from my bread and I’ll be plenty fulfilled little love” the god also seemed to regain his cocky and teasing demanor.

Being too impatient to endure more teasing you grab his wrist and pull him towards the large king sized bed.

“Don't take off the dress darling, you look too gorgeous wearing my colors I don’t want it off just yet”

The throbbing of your needy pussy was becoming unbearable by now. The last you had sex let alone cum was the night you spent with Loki beofre you had to leave. Once you’ve climbed onto the bed you lay flat on your back, Loki wasting no time lifts your skirt over his head. He slips his longer fingers in the waistband of your lace panties and slides them down your thighs and off.

Diving back under your skirt, letting it droop over his head and down his back he lets out a hiss. “Fuck.. I forgot how pretty your pussy is love” he growls and lunges forward, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe through your soaked folds.

It was such little attention to cunt but it causes you to let out a wanton whine. It had been such a long time you forgot how heavenly the gods tongue felt. “You taste so good darling fuck..I forgot how sweet you were little love” he mumbled against your pussy with licks and sucks between his words. Those were his last words before he turned all his focus on pushing to the edge. His bread was starching and rubbing against your inner thighs. The coarse and rough hair irritated the smooth and sensitive skin of your thighs, you were too blind with pleasure to care for the moment.

Your moans grew more frequent and louder as Loki spent his time fucking your clit with his tounge, sucking and toying with it. It had been so long since you’ve reached pleasure that wasn’t from your own hand that the coil in your stomach already begins to tighten.

“Loki- fuck loki please don’t stop god” you whimper and buck your hips, fucking yourself on his glorious tounge. “Come on, be a good girl and cum for me” he growls as two of his fingers thrust inside you to further intensify your pleasure.

“Cum for me darling and then I’ll split you on my cock, bet you missed it didn’t you love?”

His promise of fucking you nearly ruins you as he speeds up the pumping of his fingers. As he harshly sucks on your bundle of nerves you force yourself to speak through your whines and moans. “Please, I Mhm- missed your cock so bad Loki” your head falls back against the silk pillows and the coil in the pit of your stomach goes tighter. The small pain from his bread rubbing the insides of your thighs raw adding to your pleasure by this point. You had gotten used to it by now and even started to enjoy it. “Only want your cock baby” you slight mumble under your breath, your voice hoarse my now from your loud moans.

Those words go straight to Loki’s head, as well as his cock nearly making him cum from what they implied. It clicked in his head that those words meant you also didn’t give your body to anyone else. You were his, only his. His girl even miles away from him your body was his, even when you weren’t officially together.

“God, good girl, such a good girl for me, you only need my cock little love. I’ll give you all the pleasure in the world forever if you let me, darling.”

You frantically nod though he couldn’t see you as the coil was about ready to snap. “Yes god yes Loki I’m all yours and I’m gonna cum fuck!” Your voice came out raspy and cracked almost every other word.

As the coil snaps sending your high crashing down over you, you practically scream out the god's name. Loki laps up your cum with joy, you let out soft pants as you come down from your high.

He resurfaced from under your dress with a big smile. “Your thighs are rubbed raw from my bread love look” he bunches your large skirt at your waist revealing your thighs. The skin on your inner thighs have patches of irritated and inflamed skin. “Gave them quite the bread burn darling” he sounded oddly proud of himself as he leaned down again to leave soft little kisses at the burns. Him and that bread were gonna be the death of you now.

note: how the fuck this ended up being 2.1k words I can’t fucking tell you! hope you all enjoyed though I really liked writing this.

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messedupfan · 4 years ago

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Should've Told You (Leigh Shaw x Reader) Chapter 10

Summary: They have returned from Palm Springs. Leigh is struggling with the reality of letting go of Matt and begins to pull away from Reader. She recruits Danny to help her find the ending to Matt's comic.

A/N: The reason there is no gif for chapter 9 is because I wrote way too damn much and met the limit or something. I couldn't find a place to fit the joke so here it is:

A penguin takes his car to a human mechanic. The mechanic says to the penguin "Looks like you blew a seal." The penguin points to the stuff on his face. "Oh no this is ice cream."

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When you return home Leigh pulls you to your bedroom and you laugh at her eagerness. "You're going to need to learn how to control yourself if we are going to pull off this whole sneaking around thing," you say halfway up the stairs.

"Oh I'm sorry, do you not want to have sex with me?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then shut up," Leigh pulls you into your bedroom and wraps her arms around your neck as she attaches her lips to yours. This is something I could get used to, you think.

After a couple rounds, the two of you lay on the bed wrapped up in each other. Arms around one another and legs tangled together. The conversation is light, simply enjoying each other's presence. A little while later her stomach makes a loud rumble and you chuckle. “Let’s order some food,” you suggest with a kiss. When it arrives you throw on some clothes to retrieve it and bring it to the room. Though she has access to a few clothes of her own, she is wearing one of your t-shirts. You still find it adorable. The two of you enjoy dinner on your bed while watching some movie on Netflix. It felt like a dream come true and made you wish that you could freeze the moment and live in it forever.

Eventually you have to leave the room to put away the leftovers and when you return Leigh is already asleep. You carefully climb in so you don’t disturb her and once you’ve settled under the covers she gravitates towards you. She lays her arm across your chest and rests her head against your shoulder with a soft smile. The movement spreads a flattering warmth through your chest and you admire her beauty, breathing her in until it’s too difficult to keep your eyes open.

You wake up a few hours later and get ready for work. Being as quiet as possible so that you don't wake Leigh, she isn’t pleasant when she is woken up wrong. Plus she looked so peaceful in her slumber. You order a Lyft as soon as you're dressed and ready to go. It felt wrong to just leave her so you sat on your side of the bed and lightly nudged her awake. "Lollipop," you whisper and lean over to peck her forehead. She smiles with her eyes closed and the sight makes your heart skip a beat. "I have to go to work now."

“No, I’m not ready for our bubble to pop yet.” She groans as she snuggles into the pillows and reaches for you to stay. You laugh, agreeing with her completely. Sadly, you had to work.

“I know, love. I wish we could live in this bed forever. But unfortunately reality is arriving in two minutes.” You pout as you check your phone.

"Wait, you're not taking your car?" Leigh lifts her head off the pillow to look at you through her tired eyes.

"Can’t, I need to go over my lines on the drive."

"Give me a few minutes, I'll take you." She yawns and drops her head back on the pillow. You laugh and kiss her forehead again as your phone notifies you that your driver has arrived. Everything about this moment felt right and content. It gave you a rush knowing that this was your future.

"Get your rest, darling. I'll see you tonight," you move off of the bed and Leigh gives your hand a weak squeeze goodbye. "I love you," you say as you leave and laugh at the random noise she responds with. She must have been exhausted.

A few days later, Leigh was feeling guilty because she felt like she was losing her connection to Matt. Something that she thought she was okay with letting go of so she could feel closer to you but now that it was happening it scared her. All she could think about was the good moments with him and why she married him. And yet she couldn't remember the punchline to the cheesy joke he told her the night they met. She visited his grave and the place they once called their home, which now housed a little family. The jealousy confused her. Why was she upset that it wasn’t her little family living there? Matt didn’t want kids and she had you now. While she was there the woman gave her the mail that wasn’t redirected to her mom’s house. The packaging for Matt’s comic was in the pile and she remembered hearing about it from the message he left you. It didn't feel real until she saw the official information on it and just had to share it with Danny who still had no idea about his brother's accomplishment.

He was excited until he realized that Matt found out about this and jumped off the side of a mountain the next day. Danny made the argument that his brother probably didn't want the comic to be published but Leigh was insistent that they find the ending to make Matt's dream come true. If not for him than for her, she really needed it to happen. Danny only saw it as the reason Matt decided to kill himself. Leigh saw it as the last thing she could do for her dead husband and it was the only thing that made her feel close to him at the moment. Danny couldn’t believe that she still found a way to make this about her.

With the days passing you were aware that Leigh had been suspiciously distant with you. But you didn't call too much attention to it because you needed some space yourself. The film you were doing required a lot of emotion from you and it was usually difficult to decompress from it when you got home. It didn’t help that you were being haunted by Matt in your dreams. He would be standing at the top of the mountain and would state that it was your fault. Matt would open his arms and fall back. You would run to catch him but at the last second your open hand reaching to grab him is just a pointer finger giving him one little push and he is gone. You wake up with Leigh in your arms and guilt eating you alive. It was for the best that you didn’t have to talk to her much before you went to sleep. The only reassuring thing about your relationship at the moment was that the two of you still shared a bed at night. Even if all you did was sleep, it was better than nothing.

But on Halloween, after a week of this weirdness she texted you to meet her at her house as early as you could because she needed to talk to you. The message worried you and there was a voice in the back of your head telling you that you should’ve known it was too good to be true. You texted her back confirming that you would try your best. So after a rough day of shooting, you enter the Shaw home preparing for the worst. Only to find Leigh and Danny talking with Amy as she goes over what to expect with the psychic. "Wait, you invited me here because we're going to communicate with the dead?" You ask after you've caught yourself up, feeling the relief flooding through you.

"Yeah, pretty much," Leigh shrugs and Amy exits the kitchen as she takes a call from the medium. "Danny disagrees with me about Matt's comic, so who better to ask what we should do than Matt?"

You nod, "Alright, I guess that checks out." You turn to Danny who has a different attitude towards you these days. Last time he was cool and friendly, but judging by his frown he might not be this time. "How do you feel about this?" This wasn’t the kind of thing that he was around much and he didn’t look too thrilled about it.

He shrugs, "I think it's bs and that we should just flip a coin but whatever. Let's do it. I don't get why you have to be here though."

"Danny," Leigh scolds but you hold your hand up to stop her from coming to your defense.

"It’s fine, Leigh. What did I do now, Daniel?” He hated when you called him that. But you only called him that when he was being a dick.

Danny glances between you and Leigh, you hold your breath afraid that he knows. How could he know? Would he be upset if he did? Of all of the people to find out, he would probably make the worst assumptions about your relationship. Then he sighed and shook his head. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I’m just out numbered here, as always. No matter what is going to be said, you’re going to agree with Leigh and she’s going to get her way. Like she always does. She told me herself the other day that this comic thing isn’t even about Matt, it's about her. It’s always about her.”

“I see,” you start, trying to not get worked up about his rude words towards your girlfriend. Your throat was sore enough from screaming at work all day. It wasn’t something you wanted to do when you were off the clock, especially when it’s unnecessary. “You don’t want to be ignored and feel like you don’t have a say in this. How can we fix that so you’re not an unbearable ass tonight?” He shrugs. Of course he didn’t think this far ahead. You take a second to think of a solution. “How about this, we see if this medium is legit. See if she can actually contact Matt and if he tells us what to do then we do it. If he doesn’t, then we flip a coin like you suggested and that will make the decision for us. How does that sound?” He shrugs again but it doesn’t matter because the doorbell goes off and Amy is happily greeting the person at the door. Presumably the psychic. Danny leaves the kitchen, excusing himself to the restroom.

Leigh walks over to you, “Are you okay? I can’t believe you let him talk about me like that.”

“What was I supposed to do, Leigh? Bite his head off? The guy is hurting just as much as you are. Just as much as I am. I think he’s allowed to be a little upset when you tell him things like making his dead brother's dream come true is about you,” the words come out a little harsher than you intended but you were sleep deprived and short tempered.

“I just wanted to feel close to Matt. Is it so wrong of me to want to feel close to my dead husband? He was my husband.” Leigh argues and as soon as the words leave her mouth she regrets them. The two of you stare at each other, unsure about what to do next. You knew she wasn’t ready to let go and you weren’t going to make her feel bad about it. But you didn’t know how to tell her that without sounding hurt. She starts to apologize and you stop her.

“No, you’re right. He was your husband, this is your way of keeping his memory alive and keeping him in your heart. Let’s just get through this thing.” You leave her in the kitchen to find where Amy and the psychic decided to set up. Danny is already there and you leave a seat empty between the two of you. While you wait you introduce yourself and she tells you that her name is Tara. Leigh takes a little longer to join the two of you as she recovers from the large amount of mixed emotions she was feeling.

She was feeling guilty for the most part but it was where that guilt was placed was where things got confusing. She felt guilty for moving on but also felt guilty for not moving on. If Danny weren’t here she would ask Matt for his blessing. Then she remembers his message and that he asked you to love her the way he couldn’t. Why wasn’t that enough proof that what the two of you were doing wasn’t wrong? Why did she feel like she was betraying her marriage? Why does loving you make her miss her husband? Maybe you were right to want to wait a year before starting a relationship. Maybe she wasn’t as ready as she had thought. But she was so sure that now was the right time. Leigh splashed some water on her face and patted it dry before she took her seat between you and Danny.

It was quiet and awkward as the three of you waited for the woman to say or do anything. “Are you getting something?” Leigh finally asks. The woman describes something about a car and a mechanic. It sounds familiar to you but it doesn’t click in your head and Danny makes sure to point out that it's meaningless to him. But it wasn’t for you or Danny, it was for Leigh.

“I have a connection now,” Tara confirms. “You can talk to him now.”

You feel your heart pick up a little. If he was in the room with you now, who's to say he wasn’t there in Palm Springs or at night when you were in bed with his wife. He was probably the reason you could barely sleep at night. Was he haunting you? “Matt. We want to know if we have your blessing to publish your comic book. Is that what you want?” Leigh’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“He says he wants you to decide.”

“But we can’t. That’s why we need him to tell us what to do,” Leigh explains.

“He says that he loves the three of you. And he wants you to do what's best for all three of you. You’re here, he’s not. That’s why he wants the decision to be yours.” These words bring no comfort to you and you can tell Danny isn’t happy either. He decides to ask the question that you could probably answer for him. What was he thinking in the last minute of his life? But you want to hear whatever answer Matt or this woman was going to give. “He says he wasn’t.” This only raises more questions from Danny and upsets Leigh. Tara warns that she is losing the connection and you want to ask a question but knew that it was risky with Danny there.

“You have to tell him to hold on. Tell him to stay because I don’t want to lose him. I can’t, I can't lose him. Just tell him to stay here, please,” tears fall from Leigh's eyes as she begs Tara to hold the connection to Matt and you take one of her hands to comfort her when she is told that he is gone. Hearing the words made you feel like he died again and you have to wipe a few of your own tears. Danny is the first to leave, he steps outside and you continue to hold Leigh’s hand as she collects herself. Her grip was tight which reassured you that she wanted your comfort. But eventually let go and said she needed some air.

“Thank you for this, I’m sure it’s not easy. Doing what you do, I mean.” You help Tara with her things.

“He had a message for you, but he wanted it to stay between us.” You nod, he was gone but he was still trusting you with secrets. It would have made you smile if it didn’t make you miss him so much. “He said that you needed to stop punishing yourself. There was nothing you could have done to save him, it wasn’t your fault. And that he is happy for you finally going after what you’ve wanted. He doesn’t want you to feel guilty about any of it.” You take in the information and feel a weight lifting off of your shoulders. You weren’t sure how long the feeling would last but for the moment you could breathe again. You thanked the woman once more and asked her for her information because you still needed to make peace with your own brother.

When you led Tara out of the house you noticed Leigh alone and hunched over on the steps. You joined her side and waited for her to talk. “I told Danny that I’m going to have the comic book published without the ending.” You ask how he felt about that. “He said that I had to do what I had to do. Then he told me he couldn’t hang out with me anymore. Said it was too hard to be around me.” You frowned and wrapped your arm around her. Leigh easily melted into your side and laid her head on your shoulder. “Do you think that was really Matt?” She sounded like she needed you to confirm it, as if you could make it real.

“To be honest, I didn’t at first. But then Tara had an extra message from him.” Leigh looks up at you but you don’t look at her as you tell her what he said. “I do think it was him, because for the first time in a while I don’t feel guilty holding you.” You turn to look at her and you wipe her tears with the pad of your thumb. Holding her cheek with the rest of your hand. “But I know that you have been struggling with being with me. I know this because it hasn’t been easy for me either.”

“I just feel so guilty for holding onto him,” she closes her eyes as another tear escapes.

“Don’t, Leigh you wouldn’t be grieving the way you have if you didn’t love and still have feelings for him. This was one of the things I was talking about before. You still loved him when he died, and now that he is gone there is nowhere for that love to go but to persevere. I don’t want to see you torturing yourself trying to hide those feelings away from me. It’s okay to feel the way that you do. It’s okay to miss him, I do.”

“Yeah?” She looks at you with sad eyes and you wish there was something you could do right now that would make them bright again.

“Of course, all of the time. Look, we have to learn how to communicate better. Especially in the feelings department. So please don’t be afraid to talk to me about this stuff. Okay?” You continue to comfort her.

“Okay,” Leigh leans into your hand and gives you a look that she needs something from you.

You risk exposing your relationship when you lean in and give her a short kiss on the lips. "This was one hell of a way to spend Halloween,” the two of you share a laugh and Leigh pulls away from your hand to wipe her own tears. “Are you going to stay here tonight?" She nods. "Do you want me to stay with you?" Leigh hesitates, not sure if she wants to sleep alone, but shakes her head no. You take a deep breath through your nose to suppress the hurt. She needed the space, and you had to respect that without making her feel guilty. "Okay, I'll see you later. Get some rest. I love you, Lollipop." You pulled away completely and walked to your car.

Leigh was once again left alone on the steps. She wiped her eyes again and went to her bedroom. She laid there staring at her ceiling as she thought about… everything. About Matt, about you, about what she needed for her. Amy walked in to check on Leigh and was surprised to find her daughter alone. She decided not to call attention to it as she joined her daughter on the bed and asked her what happened during the reading. Leigh gave her a speech about needing to stop being in pain but was afraid that letting go of the pain meant that Matt was gone for good. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to survive either. Jules joined her mom and sister on the bed as Amy gave advice to both of them. She used the woods from the old fairy tales that she would read to them growing up as an analogy. “...You have to go to the scariest place to find out who you are. Who you’re gonna be.”

“The woods suck,” Leigh responded.

“Yes they do. But there’s no way around it. The only way through it, is through it.” Amy asks them if they are hungry and she leaves the room to go grab some take out menus. Leigh stretches on her bed and sits up laughing. Jules looks at her funny and asks her why she is laughing.

“I remembered Matt’s joke.”

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“Come on Matty boy, you have to come. You have to see my new place. Besides you need to socialize and I swear it’s not going to be a big crazy thing,” you beg on the phone. You were throwing a New Year’s Eve party and you needed him to get out of his apartment. Last month you had to help him through a really tough time. Since then you have vowed to help him see why life is worth living. “Who knows, maybe you’ll meet your future wife tonight.”

Matt laughed a little too hard at that and said that he will try to stop by. You hummed and accepted the answer. Then you called Danny and offered him a thousand dollars to kidnap his brother and bring him to the party. He agreed and you wrote out the cheque. Whether he actually expected you to pay him or not if he completed the task he earned it. “Hey, Gumdrop, can you help me with this?” Leigh calls from the stepping stool as she holds up the lights to the wall.

“Okay, you seriously need to tell me why you call me that. It’s cute and all but sometimes it's too cute.” You hold out the sticky hook for her.

“Too cute? What does that even mean?” Leigh laughed while she pushed on the hook to make sure it sticks. “How can anything be too cute?”

“I don’t know, nevermind. Forget I said anything,” you hand her another sticky hook once she moves to hang a different section of the lights.

“If you have a problem with it, I can stop and come up with something else,” she offers with a slight frown. Call me yours, you keep yourself from smiling at the cheesy line. You shake your head and reassure her that you love the name and that you were just trying to get her to tell you about the reason behind it. “Ah, well, you know the rules,” she climbs down and stands in front of you. “Tell me why you run away and I’ll tell you why I call you Gumdrop.”

You open your mouth to say something but fail as you are caught in her green eyes. It was easy to get lost in them so it takes a second before you can come up with a response. Then you laugh and scrunch your face, “You know what? I don’t think I need to know.” She laughs again and the sound makes you smile. “Are we done here?” You point at the lights and she nods, not breaking eye contact. “Great, thank you for helping me set up Lollipop. You’re the best,” you give her a thank you hug but have to walk away too soon because the doorbell goes off and the guests start arriving.

An hour into the party Danny arrives with Matt and when they walked in and you paid Danny, thanking him for getting the job done. He tells you that it wasn’t a big deal before joining the rest of the party. “Wait, you actually hired him to drag me here?” Matt asks, annoyed. “I thought he was joking.”

“I had to do what I had to do,” you shrug. “Come on, let's mix and mingle.” You drag him around the house you were renting to introduce him to your colleagues and friends. He hadn’t met any of them before tonight because every time you invited him out he always made some excuse to stay home. He had other friends that you didn’t really know because he would invite you last minute and you were usually busy. But they weren’t the best group of people. You don’t stop introducing him to people until you are in the backyard and find the girl that you thought was perfect for him. She was single, close in age, artistic, and she was a teacher. The two of you shared a history class a couple of years ago, but she wasn’t available then so you didn’t think to introduce them earlier. Besides, she was only a minor friend. You try your best not to be too obvious about the set up but Matt was being a nervous mess and you try to help him. “Offer to get her something to drink.” You cough to hide the suggestion but fail.

“Can I get you a drink?” Matt asks anyway.

“I would like that. Thank you,” she says politely but you can tell that nothing was going to come out of this. You dropped your head in defeat and apologized to the girl. She laughed and said it was fine. You apologize one more time before you excuse yourself from her.

You figured that since that plan failed you could go back to working on the plan you set up for yourself. After spending the last two years dating all of the wrong people and learning from each and every one of them that Leigh was the person you wanted to be with, you were ready to tell her. All week you have been dropping hints and being flirty. Today you had been setting up moments between the two of you where you had to be alone or close together. Each time you wanted to say or do something. But you also wanted to give her a grand and cheesy romantic gesture and tell her by kissing her when the ball dropped in New York. So you waited. All you had to do was wait until nine. Then she would know and everything would be perfect.

You checked your watch and it was getting close to that time so you went searching for Leigh as you finished the rest of your beverage. A little liquid courage to calm the nerves. The broadcast had already been playing on the living room television and people were gathering around to shout the count down. “Hey, have you seen Leigh?” You asked Jules when you bumped into her.

“Uh yeah, she needed a refill,” she points towards what she thought was the general direction of the kitchen. It was a bush. You suggest that she should slow down on the drinks and it only upsets her. “You’re not my parent. You can’t tell me what to do,” she grouches as you walk away.

The people start to shout the count down and you rush to find Leigh bumping into everyone on the way. Why did I have to invite so many people? You thought as you squeezed past more of your guests. Once you finally see her, she is laughing at something Matt was telling her. You felt your heart drop in your stomach. You recognized that look on her face, she was interested in him. Matt was a good guy. He would make her happy, you rationalized in your mind. “Happy New Year!” Everyone shouted and you watched Leigh to see if you still had a chance. But her focus was completely on him. Well fuck.

You stay back so that you don’t look disappointed or ruin this for either of them. Once you’ve collected yourself, you join them with a big smile. “Hey, I see you two finally met. Matt, this is my best friend in the whole wide world, Leigh. And Leigh, this is my college best friend, Matt Greer.” You introduce even though it was obvious that they had taken care of that themselves.

“Oh, wait. Is this the Matt that you were doing that comic book thing with?” Leigh asks.

“Yep, that was me. Wow, we haven’t worked on that thing in forever. How did you see it?” Matt answers for you.

“I stumbled upon it in Y/n’s things one time. It was really cool, you are really talented. I really liked your drawings and the storyline was really interesting. I was sad to find out that it didn’t have an ending yet.”

“She’s really good,” you mutter sarcastically as you refill your cup. It was an inside joke with yourself for whenever people overused the word “really” while complimenting someone. The line was from a kids movie you watched years ago. They didn’t hear you but the comment didn’t go completely unnoticed by them and they asked you what you said. “Oh nothing. Well, I’ve got to go and… are you guys good? You’re good? Okay, see you around.” You gave them a thumbs up and stumbled away.

“That was weird,” Matt said once you were gone.

Leigh shrugged, “They’re weird.” That made him laugh in agreement.

“Damnit, I should’ve told you sooner,” you sigh to yourself, silently hoping that nothing serious comes out of that. Even making it a new year's resolution that you will tell her before 2013 was over.

“Should’ve told what sooner?” You freeze at the sound of a familiar voice. It has been years and you worked so hard to forget about her. For the most part you had.

“Jade,” you say as you turn to her. She looked good, healthy even. Her hair wasn’t some crazy color. One year in high school she had it dyed three different colors at once. It was cool but you had no idea that she was naturally a brunette. She wasn’t wearing a thick jacket or all black or in torn fishnets. She was dressed in jeans and a decent blouse. The scars on her arms were faint, almost completely gone. She wasn’t the Jade you knew, the Jade you gave everything but your heart to. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I came with my boyfriend. He’s friends with the host I guess. I haven’t met them yet. What are the odds that we would end up at the same New Year’s Eve party?” She sounded lighter, so much happier than you ever made her. Despite all of your efforts. It was like a jab in the heart.

“This is my house,” you state, still in shock from seeing her.

“I had no idea. I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have come if I had known.” This she apologizes for? She never apologized in your relationship and hasn’t reached out to apologize since the end of it. But this small mix up made the cut? Tonight is not your night.

“I’m glad that you are doing well. But I have to go.”

“Running from Leigh again?”

“What?”

“You have that look in your eyes like your heart just broke and you have to, I don't know, take the next flight out of here.” You stare at her unsure of what to do next. “I know the look very well, Y/n. I spent years trying to make you feel that way about me. I have actually kissed people in front of you during a game of spin the bottle and you wouldn’t flinch. But the second Leigh held someone’s hand, you were excusing yourself from the group.” You defended that it was a game, there was no reason to get jealous and she laughed. “Y/n that is so not the point. The point I’m trying to make is, if you keep hiding your feelings from her, she will find someone who won’t. Then you won’t ever be able to move on from her and history will repeat itself. You and I weren’t supposed to be together, I know that now. We were horrible to each other, me more than you, but you still hurt me time and time again. So please, don’t hurt anyone else. Just tell Leigh how you feel.”

You look away from Jade and take a long drink. Then you stare into the cup and sigh. “I could never be enough. She deserves so much better than me.”

“You don’t know that yet,” Jade says softly.

The words bring you comfort but then you hear Leigh laughing and this time you weren’t the one making her laugh. “I have to go,” you whisper and walk away from Jade. She was happy and healthy and had obviously moved on with her life. You thought you had done the same but now it was obvious you were still stuck. That was something you couldn’t be anymore. You had to learn to move on. So you track down your agent who was collecting her things to leave. “Hey, that role for the period movie that films in Serbia. Is it still mine if I want it?”

“Yeah, they gave us until next weekend to respond why?”

“I want to take it,” you try not to show your desperation because that would look bad. The first thing she told you was to never be desperate for a role.

“Okay, I’ll call tomorrow and we can start negotiations,” she finishes putting on her coat. You thank her for that and for coming to the party. Then you walk her to the front door and say goodbye. Part of you hope’s that when you return, Leigh will have forgotten about Matt.

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A few nights later you come home to find Leigh’s car in your garage. You walk into your house and are instantly hit with the smell of a home cooked meal. Something you didn’t have a lot of time for when you were working. “Honey, I’m home!” You call out as you find your way to the kitchen. Leigh laughs with a shake of her head at your silliness. “You didn’t have to do this, but it smells really good.” You greet her with a kiss on the cheek to be safe. The last thing you needed was an awkward rejection and you weren’t sure if things were still weird between the two of you or not.

“I know that I didn’t and you’re welcome,” she smiles over to you as she continues to toss the salad. “How was your day?”

“It was good. The scenes we did today didn’t require me to be devastated or angry so it was an easier day. How was yours?” You asked as leaned your back against the counter and opened a bottle of water you grabbed from the refrigerator.

“It was good, I got an email from the editor and he’s willing to publish the comic without an ending. On Halloween night Danny left a message to Matt saying he was in love with me. I went for a hike to clear my head. I talked with Drew about how I can start writing for Basically News again. Oh, and I went grocery shopping because you had barely any food here. Seriously, how have you stayed in shape with all of the bad food you’ve been eating?” She says everything so casually that you almost miss the part about Danny.

“Daily exercise and a fast metabolism,” You answer and set the water bottle on the counter behind you as you cross your arms over your chest. “Hold on, you can’t just speed past that. Danny told you what?”

Leigh stops what she is doing, and leans on the island with her arms spread out and her palms on the edge. “Please don’t make this a big deal.” You scoff, unable to believe the way she is acting. He calls her selfish and then claims that he’s in love with her? What the actual fuck? “Technically he didn’t tell me. He called Matt’s phone, which I have, and left him a message. In it, he said that he didn’t understand how Matt was so unhappy when he had everything. Then he said that he was falling for me. It isn’t a big deal, Y/n.” She steps closer to you as she talks and has her hands on your shoulders at the end of it. “It doesn’t mean anything to me because I finally have you. So don’t make it something it isn't. Okay?”

“Okay,” you say as you let it go. Of all people, you knew how hard it was to not fall for her. You almost felt bad for him because he didn’t know that she was already taken. “So what did you make for us tonight?” You ask as you wrap your arms around her waist to pull her against you.

“Oven baked chicken parmesan with noodles and a salad for the side,” she rubs her hands up your shoulders and loosely locks her arms around your neck.

“Mmm, that sounds delicious,” you hum. This time she initiates a kiss. This kiss lasts longer than any you’ve shared recently and it wakes up another type of hunger. The kind of hunger that only she could satiate. The fantasies of what you want to do with her in the kitchen run wild in your mind and it takes everything not to rip her clothes off. You pull back with a heavy breath. “Is today a special occasion I forgot about?” You laugh as you search her eyes. The two of you haven’t been together since the Palm Springs weekend. That was weeks ago.

She shakes her head just before she moves her lips to your jawline. “No special occasion.” You let out a noise when she finds a sensitive spot and she smiles. She pulls away to look at you. “You know in those fairytales after the characters get together and it says they lived happily ever after?” You nod mirroring her happy expression, her mood was contagious. The brightness had returned to her eyes. “Well this is that. I go through my day, come home early and have a meal ready for us. But don’t forget what century this is. You’re still expected to cook sometimes.”

“Of course, and I’ll bake for you too.”

“Damn, I should have bought some ingredients for you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of that. This film wraps soon. I’ll make you whatever dessert you desire after wrap day. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” she pecks your nose and you scrunch it.

“This is happily ever after?” You ask to be sure.

“This is happily ever after,” she confirms.

Chapter 11

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counting crimes - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part three

summary: “wandering eyes and comfortable lies, you seem to sleep just fine” counting crimes / nessa barrett

a/n: i’m thinking there’s only gonna be two more parts but that may change, we’ll see. enjoy this and let me know what u think! feedback is always appreciated xoxo

also this gif today killed me

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, semi public sex shocker!, lil angst, cocky pierre

Your eyes widen as you try to comprehend what to do. Someone was at the door and Pierre was still inside of you, in shock. “Hey, y/n? Are you in there?” Max’s voice could be heard through the door. He tried to push the door in but the deadbolt stopped him.

You glared at Pierre, cleared your throat and placed a finger on his lips. “Yes, give me a few seconds.” You panicked and pulled your dress up, trying not to make too much noise.

Where the fuck was Pierre supposed to go? You should have just kept quiet. Your eyes focused on the window and you pointed towards it, quietly shoving him out.

He squeezed himself through the window and stepped down onto the grass. After quietly shutting the window, you looked in the mirror and readjusted your dress. Your hair needed some readjusting as well, so you quickly brushed through it.

You unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door to see your husband. “Hey,” he smiled at you, genuinely happy to see you.

“Hi, Max.” Your voice was shaking but you smiled to try to play it off. You usually had a good amount of time to psych yourself up before you went back to Max but you could still feel how Pierre had fucked you.

You were awful. He placed his hands on your hips and kissed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re kind of hot.” He placed the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Yeah, it was really hot in there but I feel better now.” Hopefully he would buy that story.

“Well, if you’re feeling better now, I have an idea.” His hands rested on your hips again and pulled you into his body. “We have a few minutes to kill. What do you say we have a little bit of fun in here? It is our anniversary after all.” His lips found your neck and placed soft, gentle kisses on the skin. “You look so beautiful tonight, baby.” You were feeling sexually frustrated after being interrupted but he was right. It was your anniversary, so what the hell.

You leaned your neck to the side, inviting him in. “I love this dress, but it needs to come off.” He looked you in the eyes and smiled, reaching around for the zipper. He bent his knees and slowly pulled your dress to your ankles. His hands rested around your calves and move upwards while his lips trailed kisses on the soft skin of your thighs.

His finger pushed aside your panties and he slid a finger between your folds. “Jesus baby, you’re so wet.” He smiled and looked up at you. You moaned and rolled your eyes into the back of your head to avoid making eye contact with him. His tongue found its way between your legs, licking lightly before fucking your pussy with his tongue. You let out a moan while your body jerked toward his face uncontrollably. You needed him to finish you off so badly.

His fingernails ran lightly over the skin on your abdomen down to your thighs. “Oh, Max” you moaned.

Your hand quickly covered your mouth, remembering that even though he wasn’t out there possibly listening there were other people who shouldn’t hear you right now either.

He pulled his suit pants down and took himself in his hand, smiling at you. “I love you,” he said before entering you. He pressed against your body and thrusted up into you while looking in your eyes.

“I love you too, baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a moan.

Sometimes you forgot what it was like to have sex without the looming threat of someone finding out. Instead of worrying about someone catching you cheating, you were able to focus on the sensation and the intimacy but even now, something was missing.

Max left the bathroom before you, allowing you more time to clean up and look normal. You didn’t want to draw any more attention. “Hey guys, sorry I wasn’t feeling to well.” You said, grabbing your napkin off the table and taking your old seat. Max looked flushed for obvious reasons and couldn’t hide his smile.

You turned to your left and smiled at Pierre and Anna. “Did I miss anything?” Pierre’s gaze was glued to the stage ahead and he refused to look at you. His jaw was clenched and you could feel the steam coming out of his ears. You made eye contact with Anna and cocked your head in confusion. Why was he acting this way? Maybe Anna thinks it’s something she did wrong.

“Nothing important, for us at least,” she said, fixing single pieces of her hair.

Max’s hand gripped your inner thigh and he looked over to you and smiled. You returned the smile but immediately looked in Pierre’s direction to see him still refusing to look at you, his fist balled at his side.

Hotels in random cities at 2 am are lonely. The sound of Max’s snores kept you awake longer than expected. Your mind was wandering to places you wish it wouldn’t and you couldn’t get silence long enough to dream. The air conditioner in the room was set to the coolest temperature - hotel air always hitting different. Your mouth was dry, making you uncomfortable and adding to another thing making you unable to sleep.

You pulled the covers aside in frustration and grabbed a pair of shorts to put on under Max’s oversized Red Bull Racing shirt. You looked around for the room key and slid it off the table as soon as you spotted it.

As you stood in the elevator, you looked down and noticed your bare feet. It was 2 am so you were hoping there was no one important in the lobby. You just wanted a sip of cold water to help put you to sleep.

The night before races always made you nervous. You never knew what was going to happen so you had a constant pit in your stomach over your husband’s safety. That stress only increased when you began sleeping with another driver. Someone else’s safety to worry about.

You smiled at the older couple that greeted you when the elevator door opened. You crossed your arms and tip toed to the mini bar, grabbing the largest bottle of water they carried. After giving the gentleman your room number, you ran towards the closing elevator doors only to be met with familiar blue eyes. His hair was messy and his skin was glowing from sweat.

“Don’t mind me,” he said, stepping to one side. Even though he clearly just worked out you could still smell the strong scent of his cologne. “How have you been, y/n?”

“I’ve been okay. Your summer break looked fun,” you took a quick sip of your water and smiled at him.

“As did yours.” The silence was uncomfortable. You two were always laughing and talking nonstop. It was what you loved about him.

You focused on the pounding of your heart and your eyes wandered, trying to pass the uncomfortable time.

You suddenly lost your balance as the elevator shook, the lights flickered off, and the cables stopped. Turning your head towards Pierre, you began to get worried.

“Did this just break?” He asked, pressing the floor buttons and hoping the lights would come back on.

“Just our luck.” You laughed at yourselves. Why did the universe hate you? You plopped down onto the ground and twiddled your thumbs, realizing that you left your phone in the hotel room. “Do you have your phone?” You asked Pierre.

He lifted his wrist to show his apple watch. “I just went on a run. I never bring it with me on a run.” Of course he didn’t.

You groaned and banged your head on the wall behind you.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He laughed, pleased with himself. He slid down to join you on the floor, the summer heat starting to creep into the elevator.

After not speaking for the entire summer break, this unconventional meeting was quite uncomfortable. You watched on Instagram as him and his wife vacationed in Bali, looking happy as ever. Granted, he did the same with you but he would never admit it. He had too much pride.

“Why didn’t you ever reach out?” You asked him, bluntly.

He looked at you making you feel dumb. “Why do you think I didn’t? I spent four weeks straight with Anna. Would you want me calling you up while you were on holiday with Max?”

“I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words. “I just would have liked to talk to you.”

“I told you before, I can’t keep doing this.” He said, exhausted at the back and forth you two had done.

“Yet, you do. You tease me and torture me and then say you need to be devoted to her. It’s not fair to me.” You let out a deep breath, exhausted over feeling this way.

“You want to talk about fair? You had sex with Max right after me. Less than five minutes after I was inside of you, he was too.”

You looked at him confused.

“I thought you were just going to talk to him for a few moments and then send him off.” Oh no. “I was waiting for you to open the window and let me back in.” He ran his hands over his face.

“Pierre, I’m so-”

“Don’t, y/n.”

He heard you and Max. You felt remorse for doing it, putting Pierre through that. But at the same time, you didn’t. Pierre is sleeping with his friend’s wife. He has no place to be jealous or mad. He comes second.

“How much did you hear?”

“I left when I heard him talk about how wet you were. He thought it was because of him but he had no idea that it was all for me.” Pierre scooted closer to you and put his hand on your thigh. “He has no idea how wet you get for me.” He moved in closer to your ear. “How good I make you feel.”

Your head spun at his words. When he made you cum, you forgot about everything in the entire world except for him.

“I’m really sorry, Pierre. That was shitty of me.” You rested your hand on his chest. “Let me make it up to you.” Your hand moved to his thigh and grazed over his thin mesh gym shorts.

You pulled his shorts off and took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head. He pulled your loose hair into his hand as a makeshift ponytail. He let soft groans escape his lips, being mindful of the setting. He would look down to see you taking him fully and have to look away or else he would finish quicker than he would like. Each time his eyes trailed down, his hips thrusted uncontrollably and a grunt would leave his lips.

“That’s it baby,” he said, in a low tone but almost whining. “God, your mouth feels so good. It was made to take my cock.” He continued to fill your mouth and throat, making you gag and tighten around him.

He pulled your head up by your hair and looked at you. “Come sit on my face.” He looked at your outfit, examining how he could take it off in the easiest way possible. He slipped off your comfortable sweat shorts, leaving you in just your Red Bull tee.

He laid down on the ground and hoisted your legs up and around his chest, getting the perfect view of your ass.

You stroked his cock and started to grind your hips against his chest. He took you in his hands immediately, not up for teasing, and pulled you onto his face. You rocked your hips over his face at a slow, light pace while still focusing on taking him in your mouth.

His tongue flicked your clit while his thumbs massaged your ass, pressing down hard and most definitely leaving bruises.

You moaned at the feeling of your legs beginning to tingle. He loved to 69 with you because every time you got an ounce of pleasure, your moans vibrated around his cock. You would tighten your throat and gag, sending him down a spiral. You both knew how to make each other feel incredible.

His facial hair tickled your inner thighs and left light scratches on the skin. As you ground your hips into his mouth, the sensation got rougher but the pleasure just increased.

He used his ab muscles to thrust into your throat, looking for his release. You tightened your grip around the base of his cock and suctioned even harder with your mouth as he let go.

Your legs went fully numb as the tension began to build in your stomach. You reached your peak, hearing Pierre’s tongue lap at your juices.

You rolled off of his body, looking for your shorts. The guilt was already beginning to set in and you couldn’t escape it now. You were stuck.

Pierre wiped his mouth with his hand and you noticed his whole face was wet. He was still smiling.

“I just hope Anna and Max aren’t standing there waiting for us when these doors decide to open.”

“Wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake?” You laughed, brushing your fingers through your now knotty hair.

Pierre pulled his shorts back on and looked at you. “Now be honest with me, who eats your pussy better? Me or him?”

“You can’t ask me that.”

“I can and I did.”

“Well, I’m not going to give you an answer.”

He laughed at you, not the reaction you were expecting. “Don’t worry, I already have the answer. I heard the sounds you make when he’s between your legs. It’s nothing compared to the sounds you just made for me.” He winked at you, knowing exactly where you stand with him.

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maybankingonit · 3 years ago

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board wax and hard facts

jj maybank x reader

okay this is my first time writing and its not very good so go easy on me pls (not my gif)

Summary: you came to your secret place for a morning of surfing and working on your boards. meanwhile further down the beach the pogues have washed up on the beach of their new found poguelandia. JJ can’t sleep so decides to explore.

a/n: this is carrying on from the end of season 2 (so last episode spoilers I guess) also I know nothing about surfing so I've kept mentions brief

enjoy :)

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sleeping on the beach wasn’t something jj maybank was exactly unfamiliar with. however his usual circumstances led to him ending up like this after a bonfire with his friends or when he got too wasted and passed out after a kegger at the boneyard. washing up at a random beach after being literally chased off a ship with his 5 other friends wasn’t exactly the ideal plan they had in mind when trying to steal back their treasure but ‘pougelandia’ had its upsides i guess. the beach was practically their own, the fishing was decent and the waves were sweet.

but it also had its downsides. with no resources and no way of finding out where they were, it left the pogues feeling hungry, stressed and more than anything exhausted, and as exhausting as jj was, sleeping was not something he had managed to accomplish tonight.

it was only the third night in poguelandia but the sandy ground was really making it difficult for jj to sleep soundly and it was beginning to make him restless.

as the sky began to slowly get lighter he gave up all attempts at getting any shut eye and left the rest of the sleeping pogues to go and explore a bit. he had no idea where he was going or what he was looking for but it felt kind of nice having the time to himself to adjust to the new environment, and hopefully he could make himself useful and help out the rest of the gang by discovering something.

after walking for about 20 minutes jj had made his way pretty far down the beach. he could no longer see where the rest of the pogues were resting but he wasn’t worried, he would surely figure out how to get back.

he approached some tall cliffs and made his way around the rockier end of the sand where he made his way into a small cove. it was beautiful to say the least, very private and peaceful especially as the sun was coming up on the oceans horizon. as he examined the scene he gazed his eyes upon a figure with their back to him at the other end of the cove. nice to know they’ve not ended up completely alone. he approached the figure slowly trying to see what kept them so busy. as he got closer he realised it was a girl with gorgeous (y/h/c) hair hanging loosely down her back. she was too busy waxing a surf board to even hear him coming up closer behind her.

‘is that your board?’ he spoke up making you almost jump out of your skin causing you to stumbled forward falling into the board and the stand it was balancing on seconds before. you spun round quickly in the sand to unveil who had physically brought you out of your thoughts to the ground.

‘jesus christ man you scared the shit out of me!’ you exclaimed as your heart began to steady again.

jj stiffled a laugh but came over to you to help you back to your feet.

‘i’m sorry dude, i didn’t mean to frighten you’ he laughed again.

‘no no it’s fine don’t worry, i’ve just never seen anyone else down here before, was kinda expecting to be alone’ you said as you dusted yourself off. he was a lot taller than you were but his smile put you at ease. he was really handsome.

it went silent between the two of you for a short minute before jj cleared his throat and asked you again ‘so is that your board? you surf much?’ it took you a second to understand what he was talking about until he gestured at the board left on the sand behind you.

‘oh um yeah, it’s kind of the only thing i do. i come down here almost every morning before i have to start my day.. do you? like surf, do you surf much?’ you trailed off suddenly feeling self conscious that you were no longer alone in the one place you come to for peace and quiet.

‘do i?’ jj scoffed, ‘only the best surfer in OBX, unofficially’ he winked.

‘in the what?’

jj thought for a second but shook his head ‘it doesn’t matter, all you need to know princess is that you’re in the presence of an expert’ he stated proudly with a lopsided grin as he bowed in front of you.

‘oh is that so?’ you retorted suddenly feeling cocky. surfing was your life and it would take someone outstanding to impress you.

‘oh yeah darling, the best.’ he said with a smirk obviously feeling confident. ‘i mean i would’ve taught you a few moves but i don’t have my board,’ you raised your eyebrows stunned by his ego.

an idea flashed in your mind. ‘well that’s no problem pal, i have some boards i’ve been working on with me. come on’ you gestured for him to follow you further up the beach to the little hut next to the cave in the cliff that you had built at the beginning of the summer.

‘working on?’ he asked now looking confused with the fluffy piece of blonde hair falling from his forehead.

‘uh yeah, i’ve been making my own boards for the past couple years with my uncle. he owns a surf shack back up in town. he was the one who taught me how to surf.’ you explained as you walked towards the little shabby hut.

jj was dumbfounded. a hot girl who not only surfs but makes boards too? he was impressed to say the least. ‘that’s crazy. wow. so you made all these?’ he began examining the few boards you had in the little hut, admiring your craft.

‘um yeah .. i did..’ you trailed off realising that he was the first person to ever see your little handmade workshop. it was nothing extravagant, just a sheltered space you’d found on this peaceful beach where you brought your tools. it wasn’t much but this place was your spot. you’d never even seen anyone on this beach before and it felt like yours. but now here you were with this stranger, showing him your safe space and your unseen work. you couldn’t help but feel overly conscious of your current situation.

‘this is insane. you’re really talented.’ he said smiling back at you still inspecting the boards. ‘you think this one would hold me?’ choosing one of the ones you had just finished on a couple weeks ago.

‘erm, i think it probably could but for your size and build i think..’ you got up and moved to the back of the stacks of boards and pulled one out, ‘i think this one would probably be more suited for you..’ handing him the board.

‘sweet’ he thanked you and followed you out the hut. the sky was now a perfect shade of pink as the orange sun was beginning to settle in the sky.

‘so, you uh, wanna try this thing?’ he said motioning towards the ocean smiling back at you.

‘sure, i mean that’s why i’m down here in the first place’ you said laughing taking off your shorts and t-shirt revealing your red bikini.

jj let out a short breath admiring the view. she’s so hot he thought to himself.

‘you coming big fella?’ you said back to him picking up your board and heading off towards the water. for some reason you felt completely at ease by this strangers presence. perhaps it was because you always were calm and your special spot, but this new found confidence had even yourself intrigued.

jj was suddenly brought out of his thoughts when you spoke up, suddenly realising he didn’t actually have his swim shorts, just the clothes he was wearing. ‘wait! i don’t have any other clothes!’ he shouted after you.

‘well come in your underwear then i don’t know?’ leaving him stunned by your bold comment. he thought for a second before you turned around to see if he was coming or not. you quickly remembered your wash bag from yesterday and planted your board in the sand and tan back to the hut to your things.

‘here, i have my brothers swim shorts, they should probably fit you.’ as you passed him the shorts and he gave you a questioning look.

‘get your mind out of the gutter-‘ you paused wanting to use his name but realising you hadn’t actually got it yet. he clocked your confused face coming to the same realisation.

‘oh! it’s jj’

‘jj,’ you repeated quietly, ‘i’m y/n.’

‘pretty name for a pretty face’ he said with a wink making you blush ever so slightly.

‘so.. some other guys swim shorts?’ he asked raising an eyebrow.

‘my brothers. our powers out so the washing machine is working, i had to pick up my family’s stuff from the laundrette. like i was saying, get your head out the gutter jj.’ you finally finished. ‘so, you coming in then? or you scared i’m gonna show you up?’ you teased.

‘oh, i’m definitely not scared princess. go on in, i’ll meet you out there.’ you did as he said and warmed up in the water relaxing instantly. jj dived in after you just minutes later, splashing next to you causing you to laugh.

‘ready to see some real moves y/n? learn a thing or two?’ he said as he began paddling further in.

‘we’ll see about that jj’ as you followed him into the waves.

you two surfed and laughed until the early afternoon, both showing off your best moves and tricks to each other, both trying to not let on how impressed you both were at each others skills in fear of feeding into one another’s egos too much.

you both decided to head back to shore, feeling exhausted and hungry and a little bit heat stricken. jj collapsed onto the sand making a loud groan as he hit the floor. you sat down next to him opening up your little lunch box you had packed for the day and sharing it with the boy next to you. ‘yes! i’m starving!’ he exclaimed basically devouring almost all the sandwich you had made.

‘it’s a pretty pathetic lunch sorry,’ you said staring at the plain sandwich. ‘but at least one of us came prepared though’ you joked nudging his side. jj however, did not laugh at the poor joke, he sat up straight, reality kicking him right in the balls.

‘oh shit!’ he shouted ‘shit shit shit shit shit’ he scrambled up from his previous place in the sand and quickly gathered his clothes throwing them back on quickly, leaving you feeling slightly disappointed.

‘i’m so sorry y/n i have to go’ he apologised coming back over to you.

‘oh right okay..’ you said slowly as you stood up too.

‘shit,’ he looked at you with hope in his eyes ‘do you know your way around this beach much at all? i was with my friends.. um camping and i need to get back to them but i don’t know where they were shit!’ he seemed really stressed.

‘hey hey jj, calm down, yeah i should be able to help. do you remember where you were camping near at least?’ you said putting your clothes back on.

‘erm well it was on the beach.. and there was like this big rock, like a really big rock!’ he said looking at you as if that was gonna give you a lightbulb moment.

‘okay.. well let’s go find it’ you say gesturing him to guide you in hopefully the right direction at least.

you walked back over the rocky beach that jj came through to get to the cove. ‘i’m sorry about this by the way’ he spoke up looking back over at you reaching out his hand to help you down from the rocks.

you smiled back at him taking his hand ‘it’s okay, i’ve had fun. nothing i expected from today but it’s been fun.’

‘it has.’ he replied.

‘so do you not have a phone? can you not just get their location, try ring them atleast?’ you questioned realising that would make the current situation a lot easier.

‘yeah um, we’ve kinda gone rouge. not really option..’ he stayed close to you as you walked down the beach looking for this ‘big rock’. ‘it can’t be far though, it didn’t take that long to find you’ he said with a smile.

‘full survival mode, sweet. not practical but i respect it.’ although you secretly kind of hoped that you would struggle to find his camp. you liked being around him, it was easy.

‘that’s pogue life for you.’

but before you could even begin to question what a pogue was someone screamed from a distance snapping you both out of your conversation.

‘JJ!’ before you knew it there were little figures running towards you both.

‘hey look there’s the rock! we found them!’ jj said to you smiling causing you to giggle and roll your eyes.

a girl around your height was the first reach you both slowing down as she clocked your presence next to the blonde boy. the rest of the group caught up all looking exhausted and extremely concerned.

‘jj where the hell have you have you been?! who the fuck is this?!’ wow okay rude you thought as you looked to the ground with wide eyes.

‘woah kie chill, she’s cool’ he said attempting to calm her down but instead doing the opposite. she looked at you in disgust before looking back at jj.

‘jj what the fuck man? where have you been?!’

‘we’ve been worried sick!’

‘guys guys just chill okay, i’m fine and i’m sorry! i just lost track of time just give me a minute to explain!’ he retorted back to them all.

‘you left us with no warning for some girl are you serious??’ the girl jj referred to as kie piped up again. whatever was going on was all way too dramatic and clearly too complicated for your liking.

‘j i’m just gonna go, i’ll see you around’ you said softly to the boy before turning around and heading back.

‘j? is she serious?’ you heard someone scoff behind your back, as you presumed it was the curly haired girl. you debated snapping back for the comments and looks you had just received in the past two minutes but just simply rolled your eyes at the childish behaviour. you enjoyed jj’s company but if these were his friends maybe it wasn’t worth it. you simply rolled your eyes and carried on walking.

‘y/n, y/n wait!’ jj chased after you.

‘jj? man?’ one of the boys questioned.

‘i know i know just give me a minute okay and i’ll explain everything!’ he shouted back at them before they all huffed and gave you both a minute.

‘y/n look i’m so sorry about that, i promise you they’re not like that usually it’s just ..’ he stopped looking for the words, ‘it’s just a really complicated situation right now okay, it’s hard to explain i just-‘

‘you don’t have to explain jj’ you cut him off. ‘you don’t know me and i don’t know you. i’ve had fun today and it was nice to have that break from reality but we clearly both have other things to worry about. you look after yourself.’ you said and turned on your heel before he could respond. you felt disappointed but let’s be real, it was too good to true.

jj just stood there not knowing what to say watching you walk away. john b came up behind him putting his hand on his shoulder.

‘i don’t know what you got up to today, i don’t even know if i want to. but bro, we have too much shit going on right now.’ he said to him.

‘i know man.’ jj replied sighing.

‘come on,’ john b pulled them both around heading back to the rest of the pogues. ‘we should but a tag on you bro, or a bell. too many surprises from you’ they both laughed.

‘sorry man, won’t happen again’ jj saluted.

‘yeah well, the others might want a better apology than that. kie’s pissed’

jj looked over his shoulder one last time, you already out of sight. he sighed, ‘yeah i know’

#jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #obx #outer banks #jiara week

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leetotters · 4 years ago

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could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

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lavendertales · 4 years ago

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hey ari!!

may I ask for some hurt/comfort with marcus p.? reader has always been super nice and sweet to everyone and when marcus, her and some people from their team go to a bar in the weekend somebody is super rude to her for some stupid bullsh*t and she doesn’t tell anyone of the team and just goes home, but marcus notices and goes to comfort her? please?

love your work 💗

Thank you so much for the kind and sweet words, my love!! hope you'll enjoy this 💕

pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

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You could’ve really used that night out with the team. That week hadn’t been one of the best, and you were mentally exhausted. You needed a break. Hence why you accepted the invitation to the bar.

The bar was crowded. People were chatting and dancing and truthfully it was making your mission to easily slide through to meet with your team next to impossible. You were nearly shouting “Excuse me”’s and “Sorry”’s to anyone who had ears for you, but eventually, the inevitable happened. You bumped into someone, accidentally spilling his drink all over him.

“I’m so sorry!” you immediately apologize.

“Thanks a lot, lady. There’s thirty bucks I’ll never get back!”

“I’m really sorry, it’s so crowded tonight.”

The man is cleaning his shirt with a napkin and giving you all the dirty looks in the books.

“You could’ve at least kept an eye out, stupid, useless bitch.”

He muttered those words under his breath thinking that you probably wouldn’t hear him. He didn’t pay you anymore attention after that which meant you were free to go, but you froze, replaying that phrase over and over.

It shouldn’t have gotten to you. It was meaningless. He was a rude stranger, that’s all. But maybe it was just the fact that you have been feeling so useless lately at work, so tired of little to no results that eventually got to you. And it got to you good.

Your mood for celebrating was easily killed, unfortunately, so you only glanced at the table with your colleagues and called a cab to go home. All you wanted to do right now is to get under the covers and stay there.

That’s what you did. You changed into your pajamas and crashed on the couch with a weighted blanket on and some random show on TV blasting in the background.

There’s a soft yet firm knock on the door. Much to your annoyance, you still get up to answer and you’re surprised, to say the least, to see Marcus.

“Hey, I saw you at the bar, you just... walked right out,” he says ever so softly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Kind of. Wait, you came all the way here to check on me?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a forty minute cab ride.”

Marcus shrugs and you welcome him inside, taken aback by his gesture. It was one of the kindest and most thoughtful gestures anyone’s ever done for you and you can’t help but feel more than flattered.

“Want to talk?” Marcus asks.

“It was just a jerk at the bar. He said some rude shit because I accidentally spilled his drink on him and... I don’t know why I’m being so affected by that. I usually don’t care.”

“You shouldn’t. It was just a jerk in a bar. Sadly, bars are filled with those.”

“Sadly.”

You end up cuddling next to Marcus and giggling about whatever things you share. Marcus has a very calming effect on you and soon, your bad mood vanishes almost completely.

“Thank you,” you tell him out of the blue.

“For what? I didn’t do much.”

You stare at him adoringly, realizing that maybe Marcus had something else that neither of your colleagues did. Something to make your heart flutter and body to warm up.

“For looking out for me,” you smile.

“Happy to do it.”

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nelson-et-murdock · 4 years ago

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Home - Luke Alvez

*not my gif*

One-shot detailing the reader’s time with Luke and the BAU as they return from a 6-month sabbatical

Warnings: angst mixed with fluff, BAU! Reader, fem reader.

Didn’t proofread so possible occasional errors

Other Details: Reader has PhDs in Psychology and Anthropology with masters in Sociology and Criminal Justice

Pairing: Luke Alvez x fem BAU! Reader. Platonic team x reader. Maybe some mistakes here and there

Flashbacks/memories are in italics and bolded

Word Count: 4.6K

As you drove to Quantico, a familiar feeling started to consume you. It had been over 6 months since you last saw the inside of the BAU. As much as you missed the people you had grown to know, you were unsure of how smoothly your return would go. It wasn’t long before you pulled into the parking lot and made your way into the building and to the elevator. You weren’t officially reinstated to the unit yet due to delays in paperwork and had therefore only been in contact with Emily about your return. The feeling in your stomach as you approached the 6th floor was very reminiscent of your first day with the unit.

Despite having been part of the FBI for years, you still got first-day jitters when you approached the building. You had met with Emily Prentiss a few times prior when your name had been put in for the open position, but you had no idea who anyone else was or how they’d react to a new agent joining the team. You knew full well that the BAU was the crown jewel of the FBI and that there was going to be a lot of pressure to live up to any expectations.

As you made your way to the BAU, you fidgeted with the messenger bag you kept your things in, being in the FBI you found it much more useful than carrying around a purse. After calming your nerves you slowly made your way to Emily’s office, with the help of who would later learn was Spencer.

As you walked towards Emily’s office, Luke spotted you far before you spotted him. Quiet murmurs around the bullpen speculating who you were and what you needed to see Prentiss about were just out of earshot. The conversation with Prentiss was short before the two of you walked out of her office and into the conference room for Prentiss to introduce you to the team.

“As I’m sure you’re all aware we have a new agent joining us. This is Dr. y/n y/ln and I believe she’ll be an excellent addition to the team,” she stated. Quick individual introductions were done and the entire atmosphere was generally accepting yet professional. That was until you got to Luke and had to act like it was the first time you had met, well aware that no one on the team knew about your time spent with him.

“Luke Alvez, I look forward to working with you,” he said coldly, in a way that the team would chalk up to him having a bad day but that you knew was residual anger he had for you.

“Likewise,” you responded with a small smile despite the slight pang in your chest at the sight of the man you once knew.

Not long after you joined the BAU, Penelope had become suspicious of the way you acted around Luke. You had warmed up to everyone in the unit, except for him. One day she had wanted answers and the most she would get from either of you was “We just don’t get along Garcia it’s nothing important.” Even without being a profiler, Garcia could tell there was more to the story than that.

When she got a few spare minutes during a case she did a deep dive into your personal history, looking for anything in your past connecting to Luke.

Garcia didn’t know what to expect when she went digging into you, but it definitely wasn’t that you previously had an over 2-year long relationship with Luke. Garcia had gotten so caught up in finding out what went down between you and Luke that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching in time to close her search.

“Hey Garcia..” you started but tapered off as you saw the screens before you. “I - Prentiss needed - shit sorry I uh,” you tried to get Garcia back on topic for the case but fumbled on the words.

“No no don’t be sorry. I’m so sorry I did this. I know I shouldn’t have looked into your past with Newbie but I couldn’t understand why you guys don’t get along. I mean I get not liking him because he’s Newbie but you. You’re this little ray of sunshine girl wonder. I can’t believe he broke your heart like that-” she started to ramble on but you cut her off before she could continue.

“I left him,” you said hoping it would satiate her curiosity.

“Details? You can’t just drop that on me and not give me details. Did he do something? Was he a bad boyfriend? Should I hate him for it?”

“No, he did nothing wrong, it was all on me. I was scared he started talking about marriage and kids and he had the right to we had been together for nearly 3 years and I wasn’t sure if I was ready so I requested a transfer to a California field office and when it was approved I told him I got a job offer I couldn’t pass up and I left him.”

“Do you still love him?”

“I think part of me always will but Garcia this stays between us. I mean it, don’t tell anyone.”

“My lips are sealed. If you need anything the batcave is always open to have you,” she said as she stood up to embrace you in a hug.

Little did you know, Luke was having a very similar conversation with Matt down the hall.

The ding of the elevator signaling your arrival on the 6th floor shook you out of your thoughts. The closer you got to where you needed to be, the more anxious your return was making you. While you had come across a few bad cases, a few stuck out to you in particular, including the first one you had with the unit, which ultimately allowed you to reconnect with Luke.

The first difficult case for the team since you joined took more of a toll on you than you would like to admit. Once everyone was on the jet you took a seat and hoped to avoid any conversation about how you were feeling that day. You flashed a few small smiles at your colleagues in an attempt to let them know you were okay without actually saying anything. For the most part, your plan had been successful. That was until Luke had noticed the way you had been acting.

“Is it okay if I join you?” he asked motioning to the empty seat beside you. You silently nodded and avoided looking at him as he took a seat beside you. “I know we aren’t exactly close anymore but you can still come to me if you need anything,” he told you as you silently nodded.

“I know - I just. Can we talk about it later? I’d rather not talk about it right now,” you responded, finally looking his way.

“Of course. If you feel comfortable coming over tonight we can talk at my place. I know Roxy misses you,” he said with a smile.

“I’d like that. Thank you.” The rest of the time on the jet was spent in comfortable silence.

Upon getting back to the bullpen, you and Luke decided it would be best for him to drive you to his place after the two of you were done with the reports you had to write. As you sat at your desk and took out the files of papers you needed to complete, you couldn’t bring yourself to concentrate. As your mind kept replaying the events of the previous week, it was apparent you were becoming frustrated. It didn’t take Luke long to see that you were struggling and to tell Prentiss he was going to take you home for the night to make sure you were doing okay before heading over to your desk.

“You’ve done enough work today, let’s get out of here,” Luke whispered to you as you nodded. “I’ll meet you at the elevator in 5 minutes so no one thinks anything about us leaving at the same time,” he told you, knowing you wouldn’t like the idea of any possible attention on you that could come with the two of you leaving together.

The ride to Luke’s was much quicker than you had remembered it to be. Neither one of you two said very much and just let the radio play at a low volume. For most of the ride, you watched out the window while Luke focused on driving, occasionally looking your way to check that you were okay. As he pulled into his driveway, you realized how much you missed Luke and the sense of safety and comfort he provided for you.

The two of you talked about why the case had bothered you so much more than you had expected, and it soon turned to talking about whatever came to your mind. “I miss you. I know we work together now and that I’m the one who left but I really miss you, Luke. I miss spending time with you and the random updates we gave each other when you were gone and overall I just miss you. I think that’s why I struggled so much with this case when I didn’t hear back from you when you were in the field because I couldn’t live with myself if something happened and you didn’t know how I felt,” you started to ramble on.

“I’ve missed you too y/n,” Luke responded as he draped his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him, “I miss waking up and knowing you were either right next to me or that you were a phone call away.” Checking the time, Luke placed a kiss on your temple before whispering “Let’s get some sleep it’s getting late”

You nodded in response before the two of you got ready for bed. After changing into a pair of Luke’s sweatpants and an old shirt, you crawled into the bed the two of you had shared so many times before and eventually fell asleep in the arms you had previously grown to associate with comfort and safety.

As you walked down the hall, you passed the spot you were standing when you got an offer to lead a study and return to anthropology. It was a temporary out from profiling but it was something that you had missed doing. Upon getting the offer, a range of emotions flowed through you, yet it took nearly 2 weeks to tell Luke and another 2 weeks to tell anyone else.

The day started like any other day-off with Luke. The two of you slept until around noon and laid around just enjoying each other’s company. Working together didn’t allow for much personal time together as you had to remain professional when on cases. Prentiss didn’t mind when it was a paperwork day that you guys spent time at each other’s desks, so long as PDA was kept to a minimum, which it always was. However, it wasn’t the same as getting to just spend time together without having to worry about catching an unsub or fill out a report in time with no errors.

While laying in bed, the offer to lead an anthropological study at the University of Michigan kept eating at you. You had limited time to make a decision and respond to the offer. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to bring the topic up with Luke and you couldn’t make a decision without informing him of the offer first.

“Is everything okay princesa?” Luke asked, noticing the sudden change in your emotions.

“Yeah, there’s just something I need to talk to you about,” you responded looking up at him. “But I need you to hear me out and keep in mind that I haven’t made a decision yet and that nothing is final.”

“You’re beginning to worry me,” he started, “Are you sure nothing is wrong?”

“I was offered the chance to lead an anthropological study,” you stated, leaving him speechless. Memories of when you left him flooding back. You could tell by the look on his face that he was worried this was the beginning of the end for the two of you once again. “I know what you’re thinking and it isn’t like that this time. I know I did something similar when I left but I promise I’m different now. The study is through the University of Michigan and it’s only slated to take 6-months if not less. It’s primarily overseeing graduate students as they conduct a study. I’d be able to set my own office hours so that we can talk as often as possible. I just don’t know if I want to take the offer.”

“You sound invested in the study already. What would be keeping you from taking it?” he asked, his voice full of support for you. All he ever wanted was for you to achieve your dreams. When you didn’t immediately answer he spoke again, “Is it me? Is that why you might not take it?”

You slowly nodded in response, “I feel like I just got you back and now I might be leaving, and what if things don’t work out with us not in the same state?”

“Princesa, listen to me. If you promise that this is nothing like last time and that you aren’t doing this in an attempt to leave then I trust you. We can figure out us as the situation comes up and I’m confident we can work out this time around. Whatever you decide I am forever proud of you and in awe of all that you’ve accomplished.”

“I love you,” was all you could think to respond with.

“I love you too princesa,” Luke said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Two weeks had passed since you told Luke of the news when a really difficult case had seemed to take a toll on pretty much everyone. After the case, it was decided that those who were able to would come over to the house you shared with Luke to decompress. Spencer and Garcia came and spent the entire day, and much of the night, with the two of you. Having extended the invite to significant others, Matt brought Kristy by to visit with everyone after they found a sitter around 7:30.

Once everyone who planned on coming was there, it didn’t take long for everyone to get caught up in conversations about personal lives. The conversation started with asking Matt and Kristy about their kids and eventually, everyone started talking about overall changes in their lives. “So girl wonder,” Matt started, referring to you by a name originally bestowed on you by Garcia before it caught on to the rest of the team, “Luke said you got an offer to lead a pretty interesting study is that right?”

“Yeah. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone I haven’t made a decision yet. The department I’d be overseeing for it ran into some problems and the start date has been pushed back. It would be nice to get away from the dark and scary parts of this job and back to what I started with but I’d miss you guys too much.”

“Would it be permanent?” Spencer asked. The two of you had grown close since you joined the unit and while he wanted to be excited for you, he would be lying if he said the idea of you leaving didn’t upset him at all.

“No,” you started to say, “It’s slated to last 6-months but there’s no guarantee the study will be finished in time.”

“Are you still going to work at the BAU when you come back?” Garcia questioned.

“I’m not sure. If I’m being completely honest, I��ve been struggling with deciding lately if I’m a good fit for the unit, but I plan to stay with the bureau somehow,” you answered hesitantly.

The rest of the night was spent answering questions about the study and getting support from those around you. By the time everyone was ready to leave, you felt completely comfortable knowing that whatever decision you came to, you would have a support system of amazing friends.

Looking back, you should have noticed that the number of times you were having trouble with cases was more of a problem than you should have was a sign you needed to step away from the job. The cases themselves weren’t getting harder, but you personally were having a harder time with them. The longer you were with the unit, the more issues you had been having an increasingly difficult time coping after them. You would have thought they would have gotten easier to manage, but you found yourself struggling every time you felt a decision you made could have changed the outcome of a case. In your previous position before the BAU, you felt powerless as the victims were long gone and often one-off crimes and you felt switching to the BAU and being able to get killers off the street would make you feel better as you’d be helping get active killers off the street. However, you were extremely wrong, and the feeling that you could, no that you should, have stopped their killers before it was too late became too much for you and you decided to take a step back from the unit.

“Y/ln, we need to talk in my office,” Prentiss said as you entered the bullpen.

“Yes ma’am,” you responded, setting your go-bag down on your desk before you made your way to where she was standing. The entire team knew exactly what Prentiss needed to talk to you about and a few members even gave you sympathetic looks as you crossed the bullpen.

“Before we start I just want to say I’m sorry. I know what I did was against protocol,” you started.

“That’s not why you’re in here,” Emily cut you off. “While what you did was unacceptable, you’re here because I’m worried about you. In these past 2 cases, you’ve shown reckless behavior, as if you’re trying to get yourself hurt. I’m not mad at you, but I do need you to let me know if anything is going on that is affecting your ability to do this job.”

You silently nodded as she spoke. The more she said, the more you began to question your place in the unit. “Thank you. I’ve just had some personal problems the past week but I should be good to go now,” you said lying through your teeth.

“Just let me know if anything changes. Your health and personal well-being are more important than this job.”

The next week the BAU was called in to help with another tough case. While it wasn’t the first tough case you encountered in the time you had been with the BAU, this one was worse than others.

The victims are similar in both age and appearance to a close family member of yours and it had made it difficult for you to concentrate in the field the way you needed to. At one point you had even froze and almost didn’t get to a victim in time. For the entirety of the case, you were closed off from everyone when it didn’t involve work.

Upon returning to the BAU, everyone slowly dispersed their desks and you made your way to Prentiss’s office. Her door was open but you still knocked quietly before entering. “Can we talk?”

“Of course, come in.”

You could tell from the sympathetic look on her face that she knew what you needed to say. As you sat across from her she waited for you to speak. After letting out a small sigh you found the confidence to admit what was happening, “I think I need to step away from this job.”

With a silent nod, she grabbed the appropriate paperwork from her file cabinet, “I knew this day was coming. Luke told me you had been having nightmares lately. Fill out these papers and return them to me as soon as possible. If you opt for a sabbatical instead of completely leaving it should take roughly 2 weeks for it to be approved. In the meantime, you would still be a member of the team but be able to use the vacation days you have or you can be solely a desk agent and assist Garcia. Whichever one you choose I, as well as the rest of the team, will be here for you and have enjoyed working with you.”

Fighting tears that had started to form as she spoke, you nodded and said a quiet thank you before leaving her office. Setting the papers down on your desk on the way, you headed towards Garcia’s office to let her know you planned on leaving.

Once you were out of earshot, JJ had peeked at the papers you had set down. “What is it?” Spencer asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.

“Y/ln is leaving the unit,” she responded, voice full of confusion. As she spoke everyone turned to Luke and he nodded slightly in response, confirming you were leaving the family you had grown to love.

After your sabbatical was approved, you accepted the offer to lead the study. Much to your dismay, the team was insistent on throwing you a going-away party, despite knowing you were going to come back in 6 months. You told the team that if they insisted on having a gathering at Rossi’s place that it needed to be something that the members of the unit with kids could bring them with, feeling there was no point in, “saying goodbye to a family member” as Rossi had put it, without all of the family members being there.

“Remind me again why we have to make a big deal of me leaving? I already said goodbye to the team and I’ll be back and with the unit again in less than a year,” you wondered aloud to Luke as you pulled into Rossi’s driveway.

“Because princesa, it’ll make Rossi happy to get to throw you a party and its tradition, regardless of how long the leave will be. And besides, the kids want to see you before you leave for 6 months,” he reminded you.

“You got me there,” you said with a smile before kissing his cheek. “Let’s head in before we’re late.”

Shortly after you guys made your way inside and to the backyard, Matt and Kristy had arrived with their kids. The kids knew why you were having a going away party and instantly ran to you when they saw you. When you noticed the kids running up to you, both you and Luke knelt to prepare for the number of hugs you were about to get. Due to offering to babysit when Matt and Kristy needed time to themselves, the kids had grown to see you as an aunt and Luke as an uncle. The same could be said for Henry and Michael, who showed up with JJ and Will shortly after the Simmons had arrived. The next couple of minutes were spent answering any questions the kids could think to ask you, in the most kid-friendly way you could.

“You’ll be back by my birthday right?” David asked looking up at you. In the time you had known the kids, you hadn’t missed a birthday for any of them.

“Of course I will buddy,” you responded.

“What about our stories?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah who is gonna tell us our stories while you’re gone?” While they had the Simmons Stories, the ones you told were different. You told them stories of the different cultures you studied and the different ways parts of the universe were believed to have come into existence.

“I have them all written down. I can leave them with Luke and he can read them to you,” you reassured all of them.

As the night went on, many memories from your time with the unit were shared with the group. Even though you planned to come back as soon as the study was over, knowing they would spend the next 6 months without you seemed to make everyone nostalgic.

Near the end of the night, everyone started saying their goodbyes. It was particularly hard to say goodbye to Spencer, knowing nearly everyone else he had gotten close to had left him as well. “I’m sorry,” was the first thing you managed to say to him. “I know you hate goodbyes and struggle with change but I promise I will come back and if not to work with the unit at least for our weekly coffee shop visits.”

“You don’t have to apologize. You’re doing what you have to do,” he responded as you opened your arms to offer him a hug. You were always the first to initiate hugs and he usually accepted them.

“I’ll miss you, Spence. You already have my cell phone number and the phone number for my office for the next 6 months. Call me anytime you need me,” you told him while hugging him.

“I’m proud of you. I’ll miss you too y/nn,” he said as you pulled apart.

“See you in 6 months.”

As you made your way into the bullpen you took note of the date. It was 6 months and 4 days since you had seen any of the team face-to-face. While you kept personal contact with the entire team while you were away, you hadn’t told anyone except for Emily that you were planning on coming back to the team. Luke knew when the study would end and was expecting to see you at home later that night, assuming that the team didn’t get a case that pulled him away.

When you entered the bullpen, Matt was the first to notice your arrival. He was already standing at Luke’s desk to ask him a question related to a report he was writing and flashed a small smile in your direction before nudging Luke on the arm, “Why didn’t you tell anyone y/n was returning today?”

Not thinking you were actually there, Luke brushed off Matt. “She isn’t coming home until later tonight and told me even if she does return to the unit it would take some time for her to be reinstated,” he responded, not even looking up from his file.

Knowing he wouldn’t look up from his file right away, you talked quietly with everyone else before approaching his desk. You brought back small trinkets for everyone and placed a small handmade miniature Roxy in front of him. “One of the students I was overseeing made it when she saw a picture of you and Roxy as my phone background to help me cope with being away from you. I figured since I’m home now you could use it more,” you explained as if it wasn’t the first time you were seeing your boyfriend in over 6 months.

Luke watched silently as you spoke, a smile creeping onto his face when he processed you were actually there in front of him. As he stood up from his chair, he quickly wrapped his arms around you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re home?” he asked, trying to comprehend your arrival.

“I’m home,” you responded with a smile as you looked up at him.

“I’ve missed you so much, you can’t leave me for that long again,” he said with a smile.

Before you could respond, Garcia came speeding out of her office due to having heard of your return from JJ. “Girl wonder! You’re back! Are you staying with us? You can’t leave me with Newbie for that long ever again,” she exclaimed as she approached you.

“Yes, I’m back. Weaning back into the job and will be on desk duty here and helping you for the first 2 weeks but I’m back,” you told her.

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randominagines · 4 years ago

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You work in a library, your boss likes you, a bit too much for Bucky's tastes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!reader

Setting: before FATWS

Warning: a bit smut, violence, blood, slight inappropriate touch, jealous!Bucky but mostly protective

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators

The librarian

Y/n liked her job: being a librarian was totally her thing. She liked the silence of the library, the smell of new and old pages, the fact that everyone looked immersed and calm in that atmosphere and the fact that she was allowed to read any book she liked. She was totally happy to go to work every morning, there was only one thing standing between her and the perfect job environment: the owner, Mr. Paul. That man was obsessed with her; he was a real tease, he liked flirting all the time and he ended up being intrusive sometimes, even pushy. Y/n was not shy and certainly not the type of person who simply pretends that something is okay with her when it's clearly not, she was actually quite bothered, but she loved her job and as long as Paul's advances kept consisting in nasty comments and lustful glances she decided to bear them. She didn't know that things couldn't stay forever like that.

She was getting dressed that morning, enthusiastic because new books would have arrived at the library that day and she couldn't wait to read them, not to mention what a fantastic night she had just spent with her boyfriend. She put a shirt on and was picking up a pair of trousers when she felt her boyfriend's hands grabbing her waist, his lips on her neck. "Good morning, doll." Bucky's morning voice gave her shivers down her spine. She turned to kiss him but stopped as soon as her eyes laid on him: he was totally naked, only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet because he had just finished showering.

Her eyes traveled on his chest and her hands caressed it. She bit her lower lips. "Fuck, baby, you almost make me want to call in sick to work to have a third round with you."she said and kissed him, he chuckled on her lips and gently grabbed her ass. "Fourth." He corrected her and she laughed. " And since I know how much you love your job, I'm flattered." He whispered on her lips and kissed her again. She parted her lips and let his tongue in while her hands ran through his wet hair. She rolled her eyes while cursing inside. "You're hot and I'm late." She said and gave him another quick kiss before turning and picking a random pair of trousers.

He scanned her while she was getting dressed, his blue eyes enjoying every single centimeter of her body. He sat on their bed, his fingers crossed and his elbows on his knees, his vibranium arm shining in the sunlight. She turned and looked at him while smiling. "What are doing, babe?" She frowned while putting on her shoes. He shrugged. "Just looking at my beautiful girlfriend. I'll pick you up after work, I want to take my lady to a fancy restaurant tonight." He simply said, his voice deep and his eyes stuck in hers. She was ready to go but she decided to play a bit: she walked toward him, slowly, then she sat on his lap, her hands immediately caressing the back of his head, she knew how much of a weak spot it was for him. She grabbed his chin and moved his head aside to kiss his neck, her soft lips barely touching his skin.

He closed his eyes and moaned while putting his hands on her ass, she could perceive his desire growing. She smiled while sucking the zone she had previously kissed, her tongue feeling refreshing to him but her lips were burning. She smiled looking at the small hickey she had left, barely visible but she knew it was there. Bucky looked at her with such a desire in his eyes she felt almost naked. "Doll, you're provoking me." He said grabbing her neck, his touch was gently but firm and his eyes made her almost gave up the idea to go to work.

She raised and eyebrow and smirked. "That's kinda of the point." She said, her lips on his. He bit her lower lip before kissing her, but she moved away after the minimum touch and stood up, her eyes amused. "Just save this energy for tonight." She winked at him and grabbed her bag and coat. He puffed in frustration but smiled, his hands nervously rubbing his legs. He stared at her. "Doll, I'm going to make you pay for this." He said while standing up and walking toward her, he grabbed her waist and kissed her again. She kissed him back and smiled while her thumb caressed his lips. "I can't wait for you to do it, Bucky." She whispered before turning, and leaving, one last grin on her face. "See you tonight, then". She said before closing the door at her back. Bucky rolled his eyes but smiled while thinking how much crazy he was about y/n.

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Paul was particularly bothering that day. He couldn't stop complimenting her about the fact that she was wearing an amazing pair of tight beige trousers that made her legs look even more beautiful, or that her black shirt was revealing enough to make her sexy without getting vulgar. Anytime he complimented her she simply gave him a glimpse of a smile without encouraging him. She kept minding her own business and even forgot about him for a couple of hours when the truck with the delivery of the new books arrived. The whole day passed while she catalogued and put all of the new volumes on the right shelves, with people around asking her for directions and suggestions on the books from time to time. Paul didn't stop staring at her for the whole day, deciding to finally make his move with her.

She was certainly young, she must have been not older than 25 while he was almost 35, but he found her sexy and smart so he wanted to give a chance to that thing. He had been trying to initiate a conversation with her for months, he even started to attend the library more often since he found out that such a pretty girl worked there, but she was detached and stoic, even if super polite, and Paul thought that it was because he was the owner and she was probably too professional to go out with her boss. She was a great worker, he really liked her, so he was going to ask her out. He waited for the day to be almost over to send his other employees away and remain alone with him. He looked at her while she was recording down on her register the books that people had brought back at the library that day : she was absolutely hot. He looked around and noticed that the last costumer was sitting at a table and reading a book: it was a man with a red hat that covered his face.

He decided to ignore him and walked toward her. "Miss Y/n?" He called her and she gasped because of how focused she was in her writing. "Mr. Donovan, you scared me." She said but smiled while looking around and closing her register. He took her hand. "I didn't mean to, sorry. And how many times do I have to tell you? Feel free to call me Paul." He said and she nodded while removing her hand and grabbing her purse, she looked at her phone and when she raised her eyes she saw him: Bucky was sitting at a table and was nervously touching a book while looking at them. She smiled at him and made him understand that she had everything under control. She knew Bucky was kinda jealous and she didn't want to risk a scene in front of her boss.

She looked back at Paul. "Whoa, I didn't realize how late it is. I am leaving, Mr Dono.." he raised an eyebrow. "Mr Paul. I'll see you on Monday." She said while taking her coat. He grabbed her arm. "Wait, y/n, I need to talk to you." He said and she rolled her eyes before turning back and giving him a fake smile. "Sure, tell me everything." She gently said, her hands nervous but her face looking confident. He smiled. "We're both adults, so I won't beat around the bush: I think you're gorgeous, I want you to go out with me." He said and smirked. She widened her eyes, not because his confession was that much of a surprise to her, but because of his absolute presumptuousness.

She looked at Bucky, he was totally furious but stayed still, his fists closed. She took a deep breath before answering and promised to herself to be polite. "Mr. Donovan, for as much as you want to go out with me," she said and underlined the word 'want'. "That's not possible. First thing first, you're my boss and that makes me not interested at all in making our relationship personal." She said and was about to go on, but her grabbed her arm and looked at her. "But you will be able to work here anyways, I ensure you. I know you love the job here and you're also good at it." He said while stepping closer to her. She wriggled out her arm from his hand. "You didn't let me finish. I was about to say that I have a boyfriend and he is..." She was trying to conclude but he gasped. "What?" He asked.

He almost dropped his jaw: he didn't calculate that chance. Paul felt a rush of anger, he was absolutely confident about the fact that she would have said yes. He was a charming, rich, and smart man after all, quite used to get anything he wanted. The sound of a no was not familiar to him. He frowned. "I didn't know..." He whispered, for a moment he looked absolutely mortified and she thought that it was because he was embarrassed, so she put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr Donovan, let's just forget everything." She sweetly said and lowered her hands, but he grabbed it and pulled her closer. She didn't oppose because she was too shocked to. "Mr Donovan, what are you doing?" She said, her coat fell on the floor and she heard footsteps approaching already knowing what was about to happen.

Paul smiled, this time mischievously while holding her. "You're just playing hard to get, aren't you? You like being courted, as every single woman does." He said and tried to kiss her, she dodged his kiss and pushed him away. "Mr Donovan! That's totally false and inappropriate, I'm not playing games here." She said and tried to step away but he grabbed her wrist again. She tried to move his hand away he tightened his grip, so she did the only thing she could: she slapped him. The noise of her hand collapsing against his cheek echoed in the empty library like a gong. He opened his mouth and looked at her shock but smirked as if he liked it. "You've got the temper, haven't you, baby girl?." He joked and she was about to answer when a pair of arms grabbed her and someone practically moved her behind his body as if she was made of paper. She immediately recognised her boyfriend's smell and figure.

Bucky growled between his teeth and looked at him. "How did you just call my girlfriend?" He whispered, his voice so deep that sounded threatening and his fists so clenched that they were shaking. Paul raised an eyebrow and stared at him. The two men were certainly the same height, but what Paul couldn't know was that Bucky was an invincible opponent. Y/n held her breath while her boss laughed. "I guess you're her boyfriend. Why don't you teach her the good manners?" He said while giving him a push. Bucky growled but did not hit back. He smiled, a devilish grin appeared on his face. "If she really wanted to show me that she was not interested in my invitation she shouldn't have touched me with such intimacy, she was totally provoking me, I thought she wanted to fuc..." He couldn't finish his sentence because Bucky punched him in his face.

Just one precise strike and Paul fell back, the thud of his body filling the library. He moaned in pain while touching his nose: it was bleeding bad. Bucky looked at him, his face a mask of disgust. "Don't you fucking dare to disrespect y/n ever again or this will be the best case scenario you could ever be able to imagine. Apologize to her, now." He said while Paul slowly stood up and looked at him with a mix of rage and fear. He nodded. "Fine, I'll apologize, but just know that you are fired," he said while pointing his finger covered in blood to her. She gasped when he stared at her. "You heard me? You're fired, whore!" He yelled.

Y/n bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes while thinking "was he really that dumb to say it?". It took Bucky a second to process the fact that he had just said such a thing to her, then he raised his fist again but y/n faced him and put a hand on his chest, her eyes searching for his. "Babe, it's not worth it. Let's leave, please." She whispered but he was still looking at Paul, his anger so deep that was written all over his face. She caressed his chest and he perceived her fingers, her familiar touch. After a second, he took a deep breath and lowered his arm while moving his eyes toward her. She nodded and grabbed his hand while pulling him away.

Paul bursted into a laugh. "Don't you even think to set a foot here again." He whispered and she didn't even turn, she kept walking and Bucky gently wrapped his hand around her waist while walking next to her and flashing him a death stare. He fought the tempting desire to beat his disgusting ass because he knew he was only provoking them and he didn't want to upset y/n more than how she already was. They left the library and Bucky noticed that she turned her head to glance at it one last time, tears running down her cheeks. He held her tight while walking next to her.

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Bucky gave y/n a glass of water while sitting next to her on their bed. She had been silent all the way back home, she was too upset to speak. He respected that while trying to not turn back and walk to the library to kill that bastard. She took the glass and drank a sip of water, then gently smiled at her boyfriend. "Thank you, babe, for protecting me." She whispered while her hand caressed his cheek, he nodded and took her hand to kiss it. "I'm sorry I snapped like that; I wanted to control myself a bit better but he called you... Well, he said those things to you, he touched you, he even tried to kiss you and I..." He tried to say but his voice faded away.

He looked at his hands, his fists clenched, and shook his head: he was trying his best all the time to avoid violence, but he was not always flawless in his aim. She put the glass on the floor and took his hands in hers, her fingers gently sliding between his to make him relax. She looked at him. "Hey, look at me, Buck," she asked but he was lost in his thoughts so she put a finger under his chin and made him raise his face. His blue eyes were now stuck into her y/e/c eyes. "It's okay, I wanted to punch him too." She joked and his lips imperceptibly curved into a smile.

He brushed a lock of her y/h/c hair behind her ear. "You lost your job, I'm sorry, I know how much you loved it there." He said. Y/n shrugged but couldn't hold back a tear. "I'll find another library, I should have imagined that Paul was going to become more and more inappropriate." She said and he wiped away the tear from his cheek with his thumb. "Why didn't you tell me about his disgusting advances?" He asked while staring at her, his blue eyes scanning her. She shook her head. "I'm sorry I haven't, it's just... He never touched me, I swear, he was confined to constant compliments and glances, nothing more. Plus, I really loved working there." She confessed and he softened a bit, his arms pulling her closer for a hug. She hugged him back, her head resting on his shoulder while she allowed herself to be fragile and cry.

He caressed the back of her head. "Are you okay, doll?" He suddenly asked and she nodded while looking at him. "I am." She said and he cupped her face with his hands. "I still want to kill him for touching you, by the way." He joked and she chuckled while rubbing her nose against his. "Sergeant Barnes, there's no need to be jealous. I'm yours." She reassured him and he smiled but his eyes stared at her with seriousness. "I get why he wanted to go out with you. I mean, I love you, I couldn't be more in love with you, so I would never blame someone for wanting you. You're the best person I could ever met and anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart, you're a total badass, you are hot as hell and you understand people like no one else does," he said and while looking at her, his eyes worshipping her. She felt her bones melting in her body and butterflies erupting in her stomach; his words and his look combined were enough to make her feel extremely loved.

"Y/n, I look at you sometimes and I do not understand what kind of good shit I must have done to deserve you, yet here you are. That's why I'm jealous sometimes, because you are absolutely rare and unique and I can be a mess, I've done terrible things, I've been a bad man and sometimes I still wonder if I really am worthy of you." He admitted while looking at her, his eyes filling with fragility and sadness. She shook her head and caressed the back of his head, her fingers gently touching his hair. "Baby, I don't want you to think such things. I love you. What you did in your past doesn't concern me, I care about your story and I want to always listen to you when you feel in the mood to tell me something about it, but I won't let your past tarnish my idea of you. You're kind, sensitive, incredibly thoughtful, you notice every single detail, you're protective and lovely. You're more than worthy, Bucky, you're a blessing in my life," she said and he smiled, his hands pulling her to kiss her.

Their lips crushed on each other, their bodies attaching and their hearts beating in synchrony. His tongue searched for hers while his hands caressed her back. She smiled on his lips while running her fingers through his hair. "Never doubt again about the value you have to me, babe. I love you." She whispered on his lips, her eyes lost into his. He nodded, his hands squeezing her shirt as to remind himself that he wasn't going to lose her. "I love you too, doll, you have no idea how much I love you." He sincerely whispered, he sounded almost in pain. Y/n smiled at him and caressed his cheek to reassure him before kissing him again.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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The Last Time

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - this is really messy but i just need to air out some feelings haha. sorry to do this with sirius, but i have another fic coming soon that has a happy ending :)

summary - you and sirius have been going round and round for three years, and you’ve both decided it’s time to end it

warnings / includes - language, mentions of cheating, crying, fighting

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*gif isn’t mine*

You didn’t know what you wanted. You knew you deserved better, but you loved him. You knew that he deserved better, but letting him go was the most painful task, you didn’t even want to try it again. You just knew how it would end. You two would be alone for a few weeks, the loneliness seeping into your hearts, convincing you two you could try again. Convincing you two that you both could spare another chance at this. But now, you were sure that if you ended it tonight, there wouldn’t be another chance. It would have to be the last time.

So you sat on your bed, shaking with tears running down your face. Lily was with you, rubbing your back soothingly as you voiced your concerns and doubts, trying to figure out what you wanted to do.

“I just… What if I really regret it? Like, after a few years of being broken up and I want to get back together, but he’s already got someone new?” You asked.

“It’s okay if you regret it, Y/n,” Lily assured. “But you need to get out of this relationship now. It’s not healthy. He’s cheated on you, you were flirting with other men while still in a relationship with him. You two just need time apart to figure out what you want.”

You looked at the floor, playing with the hem of your skirt. You sniffled, wiping your eye roughly with the back of your hand. “I wish I knew what I wanted. I wish this wasn’t so hard.”

Lily sighed and smiled softly. “Breakups aren’t supposed to be easy. They’re supposed to be hard and hurtful because you’re letting go of the person you love the most. But this is going to be good for you two. If you decide you may want him back later in life, then go and contact him and work it out then. Otherwise, you can’t keep doing this to yourself now.”

You sighed and nodded, knowing that she was right. “I-I know. I just don’t want to hurt him. I’ve put him through so much. What if… What if he hates me?”

“Y/n, I don’t think he could ever hate you. Just like you could never hate him.”

You looked up at her with a watery smile. “You think so?”

“I do,” she nodded and patted your shoulder. “I really do.”

“Alright,” you sighed. “Y-Yeah, you’re right. I’ll survive this, right? My world doesn’t revolve around Sirius. It never has and never will. I’ll move on… right?”

“Of course you will. And I will be here all the way to support you,” Lily smiled and hugged you.

“Thanks, Lils,” you sighed. “Anytime,” she hummed.

Behind the door of the girl’s dormitory, Sirius listened in on your conversation, not quite believing his ears. He thought you two were past this. Past all the doubts, past all the breaking up, past all of it. Apparently, he was wrong.

He balled his hands into fists, his whole body beginning to shake in anger and sadness. He stomped down the stairs, undoing the spell that allowed him to climb up to the girls’s dormitory. He made his way to the common room where his friends resided. They all were surprised to see Sirius back so soon. They thought he was going to hang out with you for a little bit, but the expression on his face said otherwise.

“Hey, mate, you okay?” James asked. “No,” Sirius seethed, sitting down on the couch.

“What’s wrong? Did you two get into a fight again?” Remus asked.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His throat was dry and he felt as though shards of glass were trying to weasel their way down his esophagus. He felt queasy, too, like he could throw up. His whole body was shaking, his fingers digging into his skin, surely to drawl blood. Tears were working their way up into his eyes. He tried to fight them, but your words replayed in his head. He just couldn’t shake them off.

Remus and James looked at each other before sitting next to Sirius.

“What happened, Padfoot?” James asked again.

“Y-Y/n,” he stuttered out. “What about her?” Remus asked.

“S-She…” he trailed off, tears falling down from his eyes. “She… She wants to break up again. For good.”

James and Remus’s faces fell. They put a comfortingly hand on Sirius’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, mate. Did you say anything to her?” Remus asked.

“That’s the thing,” he laughed sourly. “I didn’t get to say anything because I was on the other side of the fucking door. Listening to her talk to Lily about it.”

“Oh,” James said. “I… Do you want me to go up there and try to see if Lily can convince —”

“It’s no use, Prongs,” Sirius sniffled, wiping his nose off of his sleeve. “We’re done. It’s over. I-I can’t do this anymore.”

Both boys nodded in agreement with him, knowing that this day would’ve come sooner or later.

“S’alright, Padfoot. You’ll finally be free, y’know?” James tried to cheer him up.

“I don’t want to be free. I love her. I love her so much and she… she has this hold over me, but I have to put my foot down. I can’t go around and around with her anymore. It’s not worth it.”

“We’re sorry, Sirius,” Remus spoke. “When she comes down to talk to you, why don’t you two just have a polite chat about it, alright?”

“H-How can I do that?” Sirius laughed. “Look at me, I… I’m shaking. I can barely breathe. Her words keep running through my fucking head.”

“Take some deep breaths, mate,” James directed, massaging his shoulder.

“I-I’m trying,” Sirius’s voice broke.

Remus opened his mouth to say something, but he heard footsteps come down. He turned his head, seeing you walking down the stairs, a smile on your face. He turned back to Sirius. “She’s here.”

Sirius wiped his eyes and nose, running his fingers through his hair. He turned to you, his heart sinking at the innocent look at your face.

“Hey, Siri!” You exclaimed. “Hey,” he said flatly.

“What’s wrong?” You frowned, walking over to the couch.

Sirius looked down at his lap and you looked at his friends for help. They gave you a polite smile, getting up off the couch.

“Call us if you need anything,” Remus said. “Yeah,” Sirius nodded.

The two boys walked out of the room, leaving Sirius and you alone. You sat down next to Sirius, your heart pounding. You ran over what you were going to say in your head for the millionth time. You looked at the ground, licking your lips as you tried to work up the courage to confess to him.

Sirius looked at you, brows furrowed. Not in a glare, but more in a confused, hurt way. Lily was right. He couldn’t hate you, but he sure didn’t appreciate what you were about to do.

You took in a deep breath, looking up to him. “Sirius I —” As your eyes met his, your heart broke at the sight. Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw his glossy eyes and deep frown. Your hands started to shake and your ears became hot in the nervousness . You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Sirius stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to stay the words, but you never did. Instead, you said something that only made his heart sink to his stomach more.

“Sirius I,” you coughed. “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you.”

You put your hand on his, giving him an sweet smile. Sirius couldn’t contain his anger anymore. He scoffed and stood up, your hand sliding off of his.

“Are you fucking serious?” He asked.

You looked up at him with big, fearful eyes. “I-I.. What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes, not believing or understanding why you were trying to lie to him. “Do you think it’s fun fucking with me? Do you enjoy it, hm? Do you do this for you own pleasure? Because I think it’s fucking sick.”

Your heart only raced more at his words and you, too, felt like throwing up. “I-I —” You stuttered out, not sure what to say. “I’m not fucking with you?”

Sirius scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t lie to me, Y/n.”

You glared at him, standing up. “Lie about what? I’m not lying to you, I-I love you!”

“Bullshit!” He exclaimed. “Why do you think that way?” You asked as innocently as you could.

Sirius bared his teeth at you, his shoulders shaking as he spoke his next few words. “I heard you with Lily. Talking about how you want to break up with me? Talking about how you don’t know what you want anymore? An-And now you come down here, acting all happy and go-fucking-lucky, telling me when you love me, when that’s obviously isn’t the truth!”

Your jaw dropped, tears welling up in your eyes immediately. You didn’t think he was even in the common room, much less listening in to your conversation. You honestly didn’t know what to say, so you panicked, glaring at him and turning the blame on him.

“You were spying on me?” You exclaimed. He laughed dryly, totally stunned at your behaviour. “Oh, this is just like you, innit? Turning the blame on someone else who’s done nothing wrong because you can’t admit to your faults.”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed. “Oh, I admit my faults, Sirius.”

“Oh, really? Give me an example, please,” he taunted.

“I admitted that what I did two years ago was horrible, and that I was sorry. I am still sorry. I owned up to my mistakes because I know it was childish and immature. Oh, and speaking of blaming other people — what about you, huh? Blaming your now ex-friends for the reason why you cheated on me?” You spat.

“I didn’t cheat on you, for Godrick’s sake!” He exclaimed.

You scoffed, “You’re a fucking liar.” “Says you!” He shot back.

“Well, at least I wasn’t the one who went calling some random American girl while I was away in New York for five hours straight each night, lying to me about where you were and who you were talking with. At least I wasn’t the one who lied to their partner because they wanted to “fit in”. At least I wasn’t the one who talked shit about their partner behind their back, when they were with them. At least I wasn’t the one who acted like a douchebag when I voiced my insecurities about a girl, and all you replied with was “well, yeah, i mean, look at her.” Who the hell does that? At least I wasn’t the one who threatened to date the girl I hated because I wouldn’t pay attention to you!” You screamed, your face burning hot and sweaty. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you listed all the reasons.

Sirius stepped back away from you, his heart leaping up his throat as he knew he had done all those things. He thought you two were past that, though, as he was sincerely sorry. He didn’t mean to do all those things as he was a stupid fourteen year old boy. He knew how much he hurt you and it killed him every single day, knowing that you had to find it in yourself to forgive him and give him another chance. But you weren’t all the innocent, either.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m not the one who flirted with other guys because I was jealous and revenge. Maybe you could’ve handled the situation better, huh, Y/n, you think?” He hissed.

“You don’t think I know that!” You laughed incredulously, your eyes wild and wide. You stepped closer to him, standing up straight and getting up in his face. “You think I don’t know that?” You repeated. “Because, I do. I think about it all the time, and I truly am sorry. But I was hurt because of what you did. I know I should’ve came to you about my concerns and doubts, but I didn’t even trust you yet. And yet, I let you back into my life, only to get hurt again.” You chuckled sourly, turning on your heel and walking around the common room, putting your hand on your forehead.

“You aren’t the only one getting hurt!” Sirius exclaimed.

“I know that!” You exclaimed, turning to him with your arms flailing. “But don’t you think for a second that you got hurt more than I did. I had to convince myself to trust you, you know that? I had to forgive you just so I could move on with my life and be happy. That was for my benefit, not yours. And I know you had to give yourself time to trust me, but at least what I did, I actually had a fucking reason.”

Sirius sighed, “Yeah, I know. But think how I feel now! We’re always on and off because you can’t make up your fucking mind!”

“Well can you really blame me? You’re the one who started this!”

“If you hate and blame me so much, why don’t you just leave?”

You looked up at him, his face red and fuming from frustration. Hot tears streamed down your face, your brows furrowing as you started to sob. “Because I love you.”

“If you loved me, then you wouldn't be questioning whether or not you wanted to be with me,” he muttered.

“But that’s the thing,” you sniffled. “I’m not questioning whether I want to be with you or not, I’m questioning whether I deserve this or not. Whether we deserve this.”

“Well, I think we already know the answer,” Sirius muttered.

You looked up at him helplessly. “Is this it, then?”

“It has to be,” he nodded.

You stood across the room from him for a few moments, looking at him before collapsing to the floor and sobbing. Sirius stared at you, trying to resist the urge to go and help you.

“Why’re you crying? You wanted this,” he spat.

“Because,” you cried. “It’s still hard letting someone you love go.”

“And here I thought you were an expert at this,” he mumbled.

You chuckled, “Oh, shut up.” Sirius looked at you, smiling softly at your laugh. He decided to go over to you, dropping to his knees. He took your hand in his, looking at you in the eyes.

“This is the last time, Y/n. I can’t do this anymore.”

You stared at him, your whole body shaking at the realisation. You knew it was real, but it felt like a dream. All this felt like a dream. A bad dream you hoped you would wake up from soon.

“D-Don’t,” you shook your head. “What?” He furrowed his brows.

“Don’t go,” you sniffled. “Not just yet.” He sighed helplessly. “I have to, baby. I’m putting my foot down. This is it. No more convincing ourselves we can get back together, no more trying to come back into my life, and no more of me trying so hard to make it work. Because obviously, it won’t.”

You started to cry again at his words, shaking your head as you didn’t want to believe it. “N-No, please. I-I know this is the last time, I know that, but please. Stay. Let’s talk about this, I —”

“We can’t,” he shook his head. “Because if we do, then I’ll just convince myself that this is okay. And it’s not. And I know you know that.”

You sniffled and nodded. “I-I do. I just… fuck,” you whimpered.

Sirius sighed, still not liking to see you cry after all this. He stood up off the floor, taking you up with him. He moved close to you, cupping your face with his hands. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, breathing heavily as you tried to calm yourself down. Tears welled up in his own eyes as he pressed his lips to yours in a gentle, loving goodbye kiss.

Your hands went up to his, holding onto his fingers as they held your jaw gently. Tears rolled down your cheek as you kissed him back, both of your tears mixing as you faces touched. You let out a choked sob as he kissed you, knowing that this was the last time you two would ever be this close.

Sirius pulled away, a few tears rolling down his face slowly as he let go of you. Your face became cold and you felt the loneliness begin to creep in as he made his way to the door.

“Goodbye, Y/n. I’ll see you around.”

Your eyes widened as he opened the door, you ran over to him, begging him to stay, but it was too late. He shut the door on you, your fits coming in contact with the wood. You pounded against the back of The Fat Lady, screaming and crying for him to come back, knowing that it was no use.

Lily ran down the stairs, gasping as she saw you banging on the door, yelling for Sirius. She went up to your immediately, wrapping you up in a tight hug. You didn’t stop and freeze in surprise, you fell into her embrace. Wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you cried into her sweater. She held you as you sobbed uncontrollably, putting her hand on the back of your head, kissing your forehead comfortingly.

“I-It’s over, Lils. T-This was the last time,” you hiccuped.

“I know, shhh,” she whispered. “I know. It’s all going to be okay, Y/n. It’s going to be okay.”

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