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garbinge · 1 year

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What Friends Are For

Steve Murphy & Platonic!Reader (whose in a relationship with Javier Peña)

Day 17 from these April Prompts: “I’ve been wanting to ask her this for a long time but I just can’t work up the nerve to do it.”

Summary: You call your friend to vent about Javi.

Words: 1k

A/N: Just want to shoutout @drabbles-mc (not just for this fic but legit ALLLLL of these one’s i’ve been writing) but this was a little exchange I was inspired by her with!

Warnings: Light angst!

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @narcolini @justreblogginfics

“I’ve been wanting to ask her this for a long time but I just can’t work up the fuckin’ nerve to do it.” Javi scratched his head as he paced in Steve’s new office.

“Ask her what, Jav?” Steve wasn’t even sure if Javi was talking to him or himself at this point.

“You know, the thing.” He waved his hand in response as his face wrinkled up in an annoyed way.

“Oh right, the thing.” Steve’s eyebrows raised in sarcasm as he looked back down to his desk, giving up on whatever conversation Javi was or wasn’t having with him.

“I should call her.” Javi stopped pacing now, still talking to himself.

“Yea, call her.” Steve agreed, still looking down at his desk, starting to do actual work now.

“Alright, yea, I’m gonna call her, thanks Murphy.” Javi quickly slapped his hand on Steve’s desk before retreating out of his office.

“Anytime.” Murphy responded monotone before snapping his head up realized he just told Javi to call you.

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The minute Steve answered the phone you began speaking, skipping pleasantries and greeting and jumping right into it.

“It's bullshit.”

There was an immediate sigh on the other side of the phone. “What's bullshit?”

“That he can just come back into my life like nothing happened.”

Steve treaded carefully. “I mean from the last time we talked, nothing has happened.”

“Well, something happened, Murphy. Pena called me so something fuckin’ happened.” You didn’t take kindly to his previous response which is why you held an attitude right now.

Steve nodded his head and frowned. “Oh last names, that's how I know you're pissed.” He moved into the living room, removing the phone from his ear so he could untangle the cord it was connected to before sitting down on his recliner chair.

“Yea, I’m pissed.” You said matter a factly.

Steve chuckled, “You just caught one of the world's most dangerous men, who might I add we’ve been chasing for years, and you're pissed?”

You corrected him immediately. “I didn’t catch him. You and Trujillio did. I got benched.”

Steve paused for a minute, wrapping around the weight of what you said before rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You know you were just as much a part of that team as both of us.”

Now it was your turn to stay silent for a beat before speaking again. “But I wasn’t there.:

Steve wasn’t going to try and convince you otherwise, “So now you're bitter and pissed.”

You plopped against the wall where your phone was with a defeated sigh. “Isn’t it funny that I call you to feel better? Yet every time I’m just more annoyed.”

“You think you’d learn.” Steve’s voice raised a pitch at the end of the sentence.

You let out a scoff, “Yea maybe one day.” After shaking your head for a minute you fell down against the wall so you were now sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest. “Hows Connie and Olivia?”

“They're good. They miss you, that's for sure.” Steve’s gaze moved over to his wife and adopted child.

You nodded like he could see you through the phone. And in a way, he could. You had spent so much time in Colombia with Steve and Javi, hell even Connie that you all knew eachother like the back of your hands. Your mannerisms, your tones, your routines, it was all like muscle memory to you all.

Steve broke the silence that over came the phone line. “Can I ask you something?”

“Que paso, Murphy?”

“Are you pissed because he did it or because he lied?”

It was a heavy question. You thought about it for a while.

“I used to think it was because he lied. But I've realized it's both.”

Steve started to defend his friend, which didn’t annoy you, he would and probably did the same thing for you. “He was just-”

“–protecting me I know.” Your head fell. “But this isn't like you and Connie. I’m in this life too. I didn't choose to be a wife of someone in the DEA, I chose to be DEA.”

The silence on the phone wasn’t because he was mad or annoyed, it was because he got it.

“So he called you?” He broke the silence again, something he was getting good at.

“Once.”

“I give it two weeks before he’s back in your bed.” Steve chuckled.

Your voice raised as your head snapped up like there were people around you that heard him. “Steve!”

The smile on his face could be seen not only from miles away but even through the phone. “What? I lived below you both, walls were thin in Colombia.”

“Gross.” You mumbled.

“Tell me about it.” Steve scoffed.

There was that silence again, the only noise being the buzzing of the phone.

“Back in my bed?” You frowned in question to his statement earlier.

“Yea.” Steve answered fast. “You’re stubborn. You’re not gonna cave in. He’s gonna come to you.” He paused before continuing, “again.”

“You should’ve been a profiler not drug enforcement.” You teased the man.

“I still got time.” He shrugged.

“I miss you too by the way.” You were standing up knowing that the conversation was coming to an end.

“Hey, I said Connie and Liv miss you. Not me.” He pointed his words in a correction.

“Fuck you, Murphy.” You would have pushed him if he was in front of you. “Thanks for this.”

“So I did make you feel better.” He teased as he stood up himself.

“I’m hanging up now, goodbye.”

“Good time to tell you I was the one who told Jav to call you?”

You heard him. You felt like arguing. You felt like rolling your eyes into next year. You even felt like asking him what the fuck he was thinking but there was a part of you who kind of knew he must’ve been behind this. So you decided to get even.

“No problem, I told him I needed time to think and that he should talk to you.”

There was a knock that could be heard muffled in the background on Steve’s end followed by the sound of his voice stuttering from the shock of what was happening.

“That should be him! Love you, Murph, bye!”

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kpopgirlbtssvt · 5 months

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Omggg so I don’t know if anyone remembers the movie Game Plan with the Rock (the 8 year old that finds her Dad again) imagine Jonathan Crane with a long lost daughter where she’s 8 years old and after her Mom passes, she finds out that her Dad is the head psychiatrist At Arkham Asylum and just really wants to meet her Dad and stay with him, so she shows up in his office (somehow she snuck all the way into the asylum and into his office, she is her father’s daughter after all), so Jonathan walks into his office only to find a little girl (who looks starkly like him- Dark hair, blue eyes in all) smiling up at him in her pink outfit with her backpack and she’s excitedly like, “Hi, sorry to bother but, I’m your daughter!!” And Jon is like “????” Anyways, he warms up to the idea of having a daughter and she just follows him around like a little puppy and ahhh I’m sorry I just had the thought of Dad!Jonathan Crane and ran with it

@nocturnest @paradiseprincesss

#dr jonathan crane #jonathan #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #platonic #platonic fic #Dad!Jonathan Crane #cillian murphy scarecrow #cillian murphy

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faeome · 1 month

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Lustful Promises

Pairing: John Murphy x reader Summary: When you publicly humiliate John Murphy, he plans to make you pay. However, things take different turn, when unresolved feelings awake. Warnings: 18+ only! Dom!Murphy, kissing, bit of degradation, pet names, knife play, biting, fingering, loss of virginity, P in V, creampie…

Word count: 1.9k

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It was a known fact that you and Murphy hated each other more than anything. It was like a tradition for you two to fight every day. Today was no exception. You were minding your business when Murphy felt the need to ruin your peaceful solitude. He started taunting you for no reason, and he even went as far as bringing your best friend Bellamy into the argument.

“Don’t you feel pathetic when you see him fucking Roma after he is done with you?”

That was uncalled for. You and Bellamy were strictly platonic. He was your best friend’s brother, nothing more. That is why you landed a punch on his face without thinking twice. He fell on his ass from the unexpected motion, making the newly gathered crowd laugh. Bellamy quickly de-escalated the situation, but not before Murphy spat a ridiculous amount of threats at you. ‘Insane individual’ you thought to yourself.

In the evening, you took a walk in the forest, completely forgetting the incident that had happened earlier, as fighting with Murphy was already a casualty for you.

You were about to turn back for Octavia when someone covered your mouth. A strong arm enveloped your waist, and you were unable to move or scream. You tried to kick the attacker, but to no avail. He was stronger than you.

“Stop fucking kicking me!" he shouted. Oh. You could recognize that voice anywhere. Of course, it was Murphy. Your destined enemy. He had followed you into the woods.

He pulled away his hand from your mouth, quickly pressing the cold knife on your throat before you could scream.

“Don’t even think about screaming,” he said coldly. You shuddered. Who knew how far this crazy son of a bitch would go to prove his point?! “Got it?” When all he got for an answer was your nod, he smirked. “Good girl.”

He manhandled you, pressing your backside against a nearby tree, the knife still to your throat. You were looking at him with so much hatred that you would not be surprised if he dropped dead.

“Not so brave now, are you?”

His voice was making you violent. You kicked him in the groin as hard as possible. The unexpected kick made him loosen his grip on the knife, but he quickly gained composure.

“Wrong move,” he said lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He quickly turned you around and painfully pressed your front against the rough surface of the tree. You were sandwiched between his hard chest and the tree. "Oww, that hurts," you groaned, but that only fueled him further as he pressed his hips against you even more. “Good. I want it to hurt.”

You were helpless. You could not overpower him, no matter how hard you tried. “When Bellamy hears about this, he’s gonna make you pay.” You tried to intimidate him. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control, but what else could you do?!

Suddenly, you felt the cold tip of the knife pressing against your cheek. He teased you, moving it across your cheekbone and towards your lips. “IF Bellamy hears about this doll.” You moved your hips, trying to free yourself, but you stopped as soon as you felt his hardened penis pressing against you.

“Murphy I-“

He shushed you. Inching his face even closer to yours and biting your neck. You tried to compose yourself, but you could not stiffen a moan when he sucked particularly hard on your pulse point. “Just like that. Ohh, baby, you are so responsive.”

"Murphy, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” You tried to reason.

“Oh, but we are.” He responded, leaving no room for an argument. He continued kissing and biting your neck, no doubt leaving marks behind. He trailed kisses down your shoulder as he opened the zipper of your leather top, leaving you in just a bra. He unclasped it easily, roughly kissing your neck.

“Turn around,” he ordered. You hesitantly did so, your cheeks reddening.

“Shit,” he whistled lowly as he took in the sight of you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from his gaze, but he caught your hands. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby. You were talking big just a minute ago.” He said with a sinister look in his eyes. He quickly took your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it.

“Fuckkk.” You moaned, feeling overly sensitive, as his hands and teeth twisted and bit your nipples. “Fuckk fuck fuck, John,” you were a whimpering mess. He hummed against your chest, planting a final kiss as he looked up at you. His blue eyes were darker than ever, filled with lust.

“Shit baby, you are a mess, and I haven’t even started with you yet.” He chuckled when he heard no response from you. “No sneaky responses? What did you do to the girl I knew and loved?”

“Loved?” You questioned without thinking.

“Just a saying. Don’t let that get to your head, babe.”

You scoffed, offended by his words, for whatever reason. Did you actually expect him to be gentle with you? This was John Murphy, your sworn enemy, and you were about to fuck him. Shit.

“Shit,“ but before you could finish your sentence, Murphy kissed you again. He was rougher this time, more passionate. You parted your lips, and he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t think, baby. I know you want me, so stop fighting it. Just trust me." He placed his large palm on your lower belly, trailing his fingers further down.

“I’ve never had sex before.” You blurted out.

He stilled and looked you in the eyes.

“What?”

Damn. That was a reaction. You tried to avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too bare.

“Well, shit. That explains the attitude. Maybe you just need someone to dick you down so you can finally stop being a fucking bitch.” He spat.

“Fuck you, Murphy, you fucking asshole.”

He chuckled darkly.

"Oh, you will, baby; don’t be so eager.”

He opened the button on your shorts and helped you get out of them. You were just in your panties now, feeling the light breeze on your bare body. He pressed his palm on your pussy, stroking your clit with his thumb through the fabric of your lace panties. “John,” you moaned.

“Yeah, baby? Want me to stop?” He teased you, looking at you with innocent eyes.

“No.” You almost screamed, making him smirk. That egoistic asshole. Suddenly, he pulled your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. His one hand was holding your waist, and his other was massaging your pussy lips.

You grabbed his shoulders roughly to help balance your already wobbly legs.

"God, baby, you are so wet. If you wanted to be fucked this badly, all you had to do was ask.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps awake on your skin. His middle finger slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp. He bit down on the meeting point of your neck and shoulder as his finger slowly filled your cunt.

“Oh my god, John.” You moaned. He quickly pushed his ring finger inside you, the sudden sensation making you jolt. He held down your hips with his other hand so that you could not move.

"Fuckk, I feel so full,” you continued blubbering without a coherent thought in your mind.

“Yeah?” He questioned, as he scissored you. “Think you can take another?”

You moaned at his words. “Don’t know,” you answered truthfully.

"Sure, you can. You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, unsure where the urge to please him was coming from. He added his index finger, stretching you out further. You felt so unbelievably stretched that you weren’t sure if you would be able to take his dick. He fastened the pace, fingering you hard. You screamed when he curved his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb was circling your clit.

“I think I’m close,” you told him.

“Good,” he whispered against your ear, biting your already bruised neck. “Go on, cum on my fingers. I wanna feel your walls pulse.” His words, along with his brutal pace, put you on the edge. You came hard, not being able to control your moans. When you came down from your high, you could see John staring at you.

“You are so sexy.” He said with a smirk.

He started unbuttoning his pants, and you were about to get on your knees when he stopped you.

“Shit princess, I’d love to see you choke on my cock, but I promised to fuck that attitude out of you.”

You shivered at his words. He finally freed his cock, letting it spring free. It hit his navel. He was bigger than you imagined. You opened your mouth in surprise, almost drooling at the sight.

“Like what you see?”

You looked at him with lustful eyes. “Just fuck me already.”

"Mmm, alright,” he sensually kissed your lips as he entered you. You bit his lip hard as the stretch from his dick hurt you.

"Fuuckkk, you are so big.” He moaned at your words. You screamed as he bottomed out. He pulled out quickly, leaving just the tip, only to push inside again with brutal strength.

“Oh my god, I can't,“ but he shushed you. He was kissing you everywhere, and his hands were gripping your waist so hard that you were sure it would bruise. You felt so overwhelmed. He was everywhere. His dick was so deep inside you that you were worried about your internal organs. His scent was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy.

“Come on, baby, cum on my dick,” he moaned into your ear. He put his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. He fastened his pace, and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You fell apart on his dick; the intensity of the second orgasm made tears fall from your eyes. He came after you, not bothering to pull out. You were shaking, barely able to stand. He put his head on your chest, breathing heavily.

“So I was your first?”

You nodded slightly.

“You liked it?” He questioned, and you hummed, too spent out to form a sentence. “Fucked you so hard you forgot to speak or what?”

You punched his shoulder lightly, not appreciating the joke. He kissed both your cheeks softly and gently pulled out. You could feel his cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care.

“I liked it,” you said quietly.

“What? Could you say that louder?” He said, teasingly looking down at you as he stood tall, fully dressed. He helped you clean up with surprising softness.

“You cannot tell anyone about this, Murphy.” You voiced your concern.

“And why would I do that, baby?” He inched closer, fixing your messy hair.

“Promise me.” You whispered.

“I promise.” He answered you truthfully, zipping your leather top. “Sorry for what I said earlier about Bellamy.”

“I’m sorry that I kicked your ass.”

He laughed, shaking his head at your words.

Maybe he was not so bad after all.

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queenshelby · 4 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 52)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

Despite Mark's persistence however, Sean declined his offer for now, wanting to win you over fair and square, but when Mara's birthday came finally around, he was in two minds about it.

It was a Saturday morning and you were up early, preparing everything for the party. Mara was in her playpen, occupied with her toys, while you were rushing around the house, making sure everything was in order for your guests.

You were dressed in a casual summer dress and your hair was tied up in a messy bun, but you still felt self-conscious when the doorbell rang, and Sean stood there with a big smile on his face.

He had not been around Mara before but arrived early to help you with hanging decorations and preparing the food. "Hey, you look great," he said, handing you a bunch of sunflowers making you smile softly.

"Thanks, so do you," you replied, admiring his button-down shirt and jeans even though the moment was short-lived.

You led the way into the living room where you had a designated area for the kids' party. "I thought it would be best to keep it separate from the rest of the house so we don't end up with sticky fingers all over," you chuckled to yourself.

"A room full of toddlers, huh? Sounds fabulous," Sean joked, looking slightly nervous at the sight of the colorful balloons and animal balloon sculptures scattered around the room.

"Oh, don't worry. They're all really well-behaved, trust me. Mara is actually the most boisterous one of them all," you laughed, feeling yourself relax a little more in Sean's presence.

"That's good to know," he said, taking a deep breath with a nervous smile on his face. "So, uhm, just checking, what did you tell people about us? Because, I know that your ex's family is coming and all, so I just don't want to cause any awkwardness or something," Sean inquired, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"I told them that you are a friend of mine, who has been helpful lately, and that you are coming over to help me set up and all. I didn't mention anything about us being together, you know?" you told him, feeling the need to reassure him once again.

"Yeah, I figured as much. I just wanted to make sure," he said, nodding his head in response.

"I am sorry Sean, it's just, Cillian wouldn't even agree to you being here, around Mara, unless I kept this platonic and I can understand him too," you told him sympathetically, understanding the frustration he was feeling.

"Why do you care so much about what he wants

, though? Surely he should be happy for you, if you have found someone else that you like?" he asked, a slight note of confusion in his voice.

"Sometimes, it's complicated Sean. Cillian and I are working through things and, to tell you the truth, since you and me aren't in a relationship, I too want to keep this platonic for Mara's sake. It would just confuse her, you know," you tried to explain, being as honest as you could.

Sean didn't seem totally satisfied with your answer, but he understood where you were coming from and decided to drop the subject for now. You both worked in silence for a while, hanging decorations and setting up tables, but there was an underlying tension between you.

As you were arranging the food on the table, the doorbell rang and you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought of Cillian's mother arriving. However, it was just your best friend Emma.

"Where is my favorite Babygirl?" she grinned, taking Mara from her playpen and blowing raspberries on her chubby cheeks.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of your best friend, who had known you since you were in high school, playing with Mara. You two had been through so much together and you were grateful to have her in your life.

"I have a super cool present for you," she winked, pulling a wrapped gift from her bag.

"Oh my god, Emma, you didn't have to. But I am so excited to see what it is," you grinned, helping Mara opening her first present for the day, inside of which was a beautiful stuffed giraffe , complete with a pair of pink and white crocheted booties.

"Gigi," Mara smiled, which was what she had called the giraffes at the zoo , her favorite animal.

"I know. Isn't she beautiful?" she said, pointing at the stuffed animal in Mara's arms, already covered with enthusiastic kisses from your daughter.

"Best friend ever," you smiled, hugging Emma tightly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Emma said warmly before turning to Sean, introducing herself for the second time around, the first time having been at the nightclub where you had met him.

"Is Cillian okay with this?" Emma asked, eyeing Sean up and down.

"Yes, I cleared it with him," you told her which is when, again, the doorbell rang and more guests began to arrive one by one.

Sean remained helpful and kind, keeping his distance from your friends but assisting where needed. You watched him from across the room as he chatted with some people, sipping on his beer, wearing a polite smile on his face. He looked so at ease that you almost forgot about your complicated arrangement until, an hour into the party, the door went off once more.

"I will get it," Sean offered, seeing how busy you were with Mara and her toddler friends. You nodded appreciatively, relieved to have some extra help at the party. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Cillian who was meant to be in the UK, filming.

Surprised, Sean took a step back while Cillian stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Sean.

"Sean," Cillian said with restrained hostility as he walked inside.

Sean tried to keep his cool but couldn't help feeling nervous at Cillian's presence.

"Cillian, what are you doing here?" you asked, surprised, as you made your way over to him.

"Well, I decided to surprise Mara for her birthday. I'm only here for the day though. I got to go back tonight," Cillian explained, unable to take his eyes off Sean and you could sense the tension in the air growing with every passing second.

"Well, I am glad you could make it," you said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mara is over there if you want to say hi to her," you gestured towards the living room where the children's party was happening.

Cillian hesitated for a moment before nodding and making his way towards the noise and laughter emanating from the other room.

"There she is," he smiled, picking up Mara and kissing her chubby cheeks. "My little princess," he said as Mara beamed at her father and hugged him tightly. "Happy birthday Sweetie," he told Mara who went straight for Cillian's hair.

"Dada," she grinned, running her tiny hands over the shaved sides on his head, which was clearly a haircut she wasn't too fond about. "I've missed you Babygirl," Cillian told her affectionately, noticing how Mara's eyes brightened at the sight of him. "Missed me too, huh?" he teased, receiving an adorable giggle in response and, just as you watched this tender moment unfold, you felt a swirl of emotions in the pit of your stomach. You were glad that Mara had her father there for her birthday while Sean, on the other hand, seemed displeased.

It was clear that he felt uncomfortable around Cillian, and you couldn't blame him. After all, you were still unsure about where you stood with both men, and you knew that keeping a clear mind would be crucial to avoid making any unnecessary mistakes.

As the party progressed, you found yourself caught in a never-ending cycle of keeping a close eye on Mara and making sure that Sean was relaxed and enjoying himself while Cillian socialised with his family and the people around him.

Mara clung to her father, clearly pleased to see him and looking adorable in her brand new party dress, complete with a matching headband and shoes. Her laughter filled the air as she played with the other children, who seemed equally delighted to have Cillian there as he was fabulous with young kids, engaging with them in their games and being purposely silly and entertaining.

Sean, on the other hand, remained somewhat reserved, occasionally joining in conversations but mostly standing off to the side, observing everything. You caught his gaze several times throughout the party, noticing the steady glance he gave you, the subtle twitching of his lips, and the raised eyebrow.

It was as if he could see the turmoil brewing within you, sensing the conflict that raged on inside. You wondered if he knew that you were struggling with your feelings. To what extent and in what ways was he aware of your internal struggle? His knowledge about you had been growing with each passing day, and that realization terrified you. He had been observant and intuitive, but was stopped short of fully understanding what was going on within you. You felt safe, yet vulnerable, anticipating the reckoning that was surely coming.

Cillian's attention seemed focused solely on Mara as she was having the time of her life, laughing joyously and blissfully oblivious to the drama unfolding between her parents. The laughter and chatter of the other children echoed throughout the room, punctuated by sporadic fits of giggles that seemed amplified because of the sheer innocence of their pleasures.

"She is growing up so fast," Cillian murmured, standing up from the floor and watching as Mara sat amongst the other kids her age, playing with blocks. "And yet, I feel like I haven't been here for any part of it lately," he added softly, the regret in his voice unmistakable as he turned his gaze toward you.

"I should have declined that role, Y/N. I've missed so much," he sighed, his eyes searching your face for any hint of understanding. "Only being here every fortnight isn't good enough," he told you, not knowing that Sean was listening in, and you said nothing for a moment, merely holding his gaze as you reflected on his words.

"Life happens, Cillian," you said finally, opting to keep your tone light and neutral to avoid causing any unnecessary drama. "This is your career and we knew this before we brought Mara into this world. In fact, we talked about the logistics of it many times," you explained gently, trying to make him understand, knowing that this was an important point for him.

"I know, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss seeing her every second day or so," Cillian sighed, his eyes softening, "It's just, I don't. It's hard I suppose," he admitted, looking away briefly before turning back to meet your gaze.

"You know, after my final exams next week and the wedding the week after, Mara and I could stay in Liverpool for a bit," you proposed, thinking that it would be good for Mara to have more time with her father. "After filming, you could spend some time with her, just for an hour or so, and I could take her to the zoo over there and all the other cool places during the day while you are on set," you added enthused, wanting Mara to have a good relationship with her father.

Cillian looked surprised but also pleased at the idea. "Really? That would be great, Y/N. Not just for Mara, but for me too," he admitted, smiling at you fondly. "I could rent you a unit and car and you could cruise around with Mara during the day. Maybe the two of you could even visit me on set, unless you think that's weird," Cillian offered, taking another sip of his beer.

You shook your head and smiled at him. "No, not weird at all. Unless it's weird for you," you said, seeing how you were no longer together and Mara's visit could even affect his performance on set.

"I think it would be fine. I would love to see her, even if it's just for a little while," he replied with a smile, touching your arm affectionately. You noticed the way Sean was watching you, the subtle tightening of his jaw and the narrowing of his eyes. You pulled your arm away, feeling suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Alright, let's plan it out then," you said, changing the subject before Cillian could say anything else. "I'll call you next week and we can arrange everything."

Cillian nodded, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Sounds good," he said before making his way back to Mara while you went and stood next to Sean who was nursing a beer.

"I should go," Sean said after a little while, breaking the silence and you were too busy to notice that he was struggling internally.

"Of course, you don't have to stay," you said, offering him an easy exit.

Sean hesitated for a moment before nodding and making his way towards the door.

You followed him, feeling a sense of guilt wash over you. You had known that inviting Sean to the party would make things complicated, but you hadn't expected it to be this difficult.

"I am sorry Sean. I didn't mean for things to get so awkward," you said softly, as you stood by the entrance.

"It's fine. I knew what I was getting myself into, although I didn't expect HIM to come," Sean replied, his voice low and gruff as he looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger, sadness, and something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"I know, but he is Mara's father and I am glad he came, for her," you said, your voice barely audible as you stood just a few feet away from him, feeling the tension between you grow thicker.

Sean sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, looking you in the eye for a long moment, before replying, "I know, you're right, and I should just leave. But, I hate to admit it, his presence makes me feel like you still belong to him and it bothers me," he admitted and, with that, the tension between the two of you grew palpable like a storm on the horizon.

Feeling the weight of the situation bearing down upon you, you glanced back into the room, wishing that Cillian could somehow disappear, like a mirage in the desert heat, leaving both you and Sean alone, untouched by the web of complications that had ensnared you both. But, you knew better.

"I belong to no one Sean," you spoke softly, feeling a sickness rise in your throat at the thought. "Not to Cillian, or you either. I have a life of my own to live."

Your words hung heavy in the humid air, letting the weight of their meaning sink in. Sean looked at you with a troubled gaze, unsure of how to respond.

"I will call you tomorrow?" he then simply asked, causing a flash of confusion in your mind.

"Sure, I would appreciate that," you managed to say before Sean disappeared and drove off in his car. You returned to the party, feeling lost and confused, trying to shake off the awkward energy that lingered between you and Sean.

Sean, on the other hand, made a call to his friend Mark. "Fuck morals. I am done playing nice. Give me all the dirt you can find on him," he demanded, wasting no time to beat around the bush.

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javier peña x f!dea!reader - we got your back.

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. Protectiveness and fluff ensues.

aka

my friend wrote me some hurt/comfort headcanons and i turned them into a small something :)

Relationships: Javier Peña x FemReader (can be read as romantic or platonic)

WC: ~4200

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mention of Canon-Typical Violence, No beta we die like Colonel Carrillo, Family Issues, They arent specified but reader is implied to be from a dysfunctional family, Steve is here too

AO3 LINK // PART 2 // PART 3 (on tumblr)

Notes:

hello!

there is a mention of the readers dysfunctional family in this story. if you relate to that in any way, please always remember that you are worthy of healthy love. it exists. seek help or advice if you need it. toxic environments arent forever. if you need to talk, my inbox is always open.

i havent written anything in a while and english is not my first language so please be kind and leave a comment if you like it <3 _______________________________

Chapter 1

You had been in Bogotá for less than three months and while the past weeks had been filled with too little sleep, too much coffee and the daily fear of being targeted by a sicario , you had developed somewhat of a routine in the new environment. This was in large parts due to work at the Embassy. With Bogotá traffic being, well, Bogotá traffic, there'd been several days where you'd just bunked down on your office floor instead of going home to your bed which eventually had led to both Javier and Steve and now you always keeping a spare pillow and blanket around the office to make it slightly more comfortable. The most homey part about the Embassy however, were the people. Not just the two agents you were assigned to assist, hell, not even just the DEA department. Everyone helped each other out wherever they could. Being a gringo in Colombia with a drug lord promising a nice sum of money for your head was impossible to bear by yourself. And only almost impossible to bear with a bunch of people who were in the same position as you. You got along with almost everyone at the embassy. Almost everyone . The harsh contrast to your other, kind colleagues was a DEA secretary: Raquel Vázquez. She had been throwing obstacles and hateful glances your way as soon as you had arrived. You weren't even sure why she hated you so much. She was the wife of another agent and as spouses were not allowed to work anywhere but the embassy, she was stuck with her desk job, spending the day signing off letters, faxing intel to Washington and her favorite pass-time: taunt you for whatever she could come up with. “Hey, are you even listening?” Steve is crouched down in front of your desk and waving his hand through your line of sight, trying to grab your attention. Almost immediately there is a dramatic, loud sigh from the other side of the room:” How do you expect her to function on a job like this if she can't even manage to function within her own family?” Raquel snaps before rolling her eyes and pretending to look at the documents in front of her. Your head practically whips around as your brain processes what she just said. How the hell does that bitch know about your family situation? “I- I need to get a refill,” you mumble as you get up abruptly and grab your coffee mug, your old chair screeching as it is pushed back. Suddenly you're feeling a lot smaller as you navigate your way through the desks and flee to the small kitchen down the hall. You almost collide with Javier, who is just getting back from a meeting. You squeeze past him, not even giving him a chance to tease you. If one more person gets on your nerves, you are surely going to cry and you do not need that in front of your colleagues. Least of all in front of Raquel.

“Is everything alright with her?” Javier asks as he walks over to Steve, who is still kneeling in front of your desk and staring at the doorway you just left through. He slowly stands up and turns his attention towards the secretary, casually leaning over your now abandoned desk with crossed arms as his angry gaze bores into Raquel's skull. His eyes not leaving her, he turns towards Javi:” Do you know Y/N's family?” He asks bluntly. Javier seems somewhat taken aback by the question. He ponders for a few moments, his furrowed eyebrows forming a deep line on his forehead as he slowly shakes his head:'' I don't think she's ever mentioned them. Didn't come up. Why?” Steve's gaze is still on the secretary, knowing that she is listening in to every and each of their words:” Raquel mentioned them.” He raises his voice slightly:” How did you put it? Dysfunctional ?” Javi clenches his jaw as he turns to the woman as well. With a few quick strides, he approaches her desk and almost slams his hands down on it.

“Señora Vázquez.” His voice is barely more than an angry, deep grumble. The woman jumps slightly as she looks up at him as he towers over her. Before she can even open her mouth, he continues:” Don't you think the higher ups would be interested in the fact that you prioritize the private life of your coworkers over your actual work?” At the implication of his words, a panicked look appears on Raquel's features:” I don't know what you're talking about.” Giving her a warning look, Javier turns on his heels and follows you, muttering a “gonorrea de fea” under his breath.

You are standing in the small kitchen space, your elbows resting on the counter as you hold your head in your hands. The empty cup that had served as your makeshift alibi is standing next to you, forgotten. You hear the footsteps just in time to scramble back up and clutch the empty mug in your hands as you try and put on a nonchalant face. Judging by the way Javier is looking at you, you're not doing a very good job. He has been leaning against the doorframe and is now slowly stepping towards you:” I didn't mean to startle you.” You notice he has activated what Steve and you always call his “puppy face”. There is a softness in his brown eyes that you know is reserved for those closest to him as he leans against the counter next to you. “I- It's fine I just …” You stumble over your own words, too upset to find a quick excuse for your behavior and lie to him. The truth is, you're not entirely sure you want to lie to him. Not when he is standing so close to you, looking at you with that stupid, heart-melting look in his eyes. “I heard about what happened,” Javi interrupts your rather unsuccessful attempt at explaining yourself. So whatever excuse you have ready, I don't need to hear it.

He gently reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before stepping closer and taking the empty mug out of your hands. He notices that it's empty. He doesn't mention it. Instead, he reaches around you to place it on the counter before gently pulling you into his embrace. Javier isn't really a hugging person. Hell, you aren't either. But he holds you close, gently stroking your back and you feel whatever resolve you had left about allowing him to comfort you evaporating into thin air.

“You know Steve and I always got your back, right?” He mumbles, his voice low. You can feel his lips on your forehead as he ever so gently places a small kiss on it. You know he is expecting an answer but you feel as if opening your mouth will also open the floodgates so you simply nod your head. He sighs softly:” Good, good. I also want you to know that if you need someone, you can come to me anytime. Day, night, fucking lunchbreak, I dont care.”

Leaning back just enough so he can see you, Javi gently lifts your chin up with his hand, forcing you to lock eyes with him to make sure you can see that he actually means his words.

“I'm here for you, cariño and I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage to breathe out, your heart bursting with love and appreciation for the man in front of you. Smiling, satisfied, Javier presses another small kiss to your temple before letting go of you to pour you a new coffee. He adds a large splash of milk, just as you like it and insists on carrying it back to your desk for you. As you make your way through the hallway, just before you walk through the large door that leads into the DEA office, he stops in his tracks, turning to you with a smirk on his face.

“You also know that I'll put everything into getting Raquel fired if she ever bothers you again, don't you?” A laugh escapes you before you can help it and you gently nudge him to go on:” Im counting on it.”

You could swear it's the biggest grin you've ever seen on his face. _________________________________

thank you for reading, you lovely people. and a huge thank you to my friend hannah who wrote me the headcanons that i made into this small story. she is the true genius behind it and an absolutely amazing person, ily <3 comments or feedback are always very appreciated and truly make my day <3

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storiesofsvu2-0 · 1 year

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 2

Eventual Alex Blake x reader warnings: mentions of usual CM case work/violence, mentions of alcohol.

Alex’s phone buzzed the next afternoon, a smile gracing her cheeks when she picked it up to see the message from an unsaved number, realizing it was you.

‘Woke up to an email from Prentiss, your word travels fast.’

‘Only for the best. Good luck. Let me know if you need to pick my brain for anything, I’m always open for help.’

‘You’re a gem. Have a safe flight home.’

You signed it off with a smiley face that made Alex smile, tucking her phone back into her pocket and continue on about her day. She had an open weekend to explore Boston and she wasn’t going to let that go to waste.

Alex was back in DC before she knew it, settling right back in at the BAU and unsurprisingly, she didn’t even have time to unpack before it was wheel’s up and they were off on a case. It was back up the coast she went, though this time the jet landing in New York City. There was brief chatter on the ride up about the rumours of the team getting a new agent, knowing that Emily was in the midst of doing interviews, and the chatter exploded when Alex mentioned she had met one of them already. It was one question after the other rapid fire style as she explained with a laugh that she’d only just met you and got as much of a read as she could over a few hours but honestly didn’t know that much. She did mention that she did really like you and thought you’d fit in well with the rest of the team though.

“Is she also a Professor?” Spencer asked, leaning forward in his seat, his attention fully on Blake.

“Better question is what was she drinking? Could she handle a whiskey night?” Rossi asked with a grin.

“Y’all are missing the main point.” Derek smirked, “she single? You have a picture?”

That earned him a swat on the head with the case file in Emily’s hand as she wandered back from the front of the jet.

“Would you hold off on the interrogation until I’ve actually hired someone?” She asked with a groan, “and believe me, I’m pretty sure she’s not interested in you, even if she is single.”

“How would you know that?” Derek asked with a scoff as she took a seat across the aisle.

“Who do you think is on the one doing the interviews?”

“Do you really have to ask those kind of questions in an interview? I mean, is that appropriate?” Reid asked, his brow furrowing and Emily let out a sigh.

“Personal relationships are something that they don’t have to comment on and I’m not really supposed to ask so its part of the pre or post small talk, but I prefer to know if someone’s married, if they have kids. It doesn’t sway my opinion on hiring at all, it’s just nice to know. Especially for someone like Murphy who’d be moving to a completely new state.”

“The question remains…. Is she single?” Derek raised a brow and Alex chuckled.

“You’re gonna have to give it up Morgan, she’s not into men.”

“I knew it!” Emily gasped, “oh I just knew it!”

“You really picked that up from just a phone call?” Derek asked with a laugh and Emily shot him a look.

“It’s like a sixth sense. We just know.” She turned back to Alex, “it drove me a little crazy all week, I was debating asking you if you knew but I didn’t wanna overstep.”

“Oh I knew.” Alex chuckled, “she seems to be pretty open about it, I don’t think she minds it being public knowledge.” Emily surveyed her for a moment, her head tilting as she examined the other woman.

“Did you two…?”

“Emily!” Alex laughed, a scoff taking over her face, “I was staying with James! I’m not that rude of a house guest. And no. When I say we clicked instantly I mean platonically, like we were best friends in a past life.”

“Waste of an opportunity, she’s a babe.”

“Oh come on!” Derek finally chimed in, leaving the other two women laughing.

“Calm down Morgan.” Emily teased, “I haven’t even hired her yet.” She turned back to Alex, “you know, it’s a shame he knows already. Would’ve been fun to see how long he would’ve kept hitting on her until she finally said something.”

“Oh that would’ve been too fun.” Alex smirked across at him, “she probably would’ve gotten a couple free dinners out of it.”

“You guys are just plain mean.” Derek shot back, picking up his head phones in an attempt to ignore them the rest of the flight.

Alex and Emily simply chuckled in return, picking up the case files in front of them.

They spent three days in New York chasing leads around Manhattan until they finally managed to catch the unsub in the far too early hours of Saturday morning. Emily insisted paperwork could wait until actual office hours, sending the team back to the hotel in the meantime. She was also insistent on them taking one more night in the city, both to help wind down and because the jet needed to refuel before it would be flown out to pick them up.

Insomnia and adrenaline got the best of Alex, tossing and turning for a few hours in the hard hotel bed before she gave up, flicking the television on to distract herself. She was at the precinct bright and early, second only to Emily, who by the looks of things also hadn’t actually slept. It was silently that the other woman poured out a fresh mug of coffee and slid it across the table as Alex pulled up a chair. She quickly worked through the required paperwork, letting out a sigh when she realized her mug was empty. She made the trip to the break room to refill it, but once back at the table she took a sip and let out a groan, glancing up at Emily.

“I cannot drink this shit anymore. There’s a shop around the corner, you mind if I take a quick break?”

“Blake, you’ve been here hours longer than anyone else, just take the half day.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Emily laughed in return, “only reason I’m still here is cause I’m waiting on everyone else’s paperwork.”

“Oh thank god.” Alex replied, “thank you.”

Gathering her things she was quick to leave the precinct, wandering down the street debating if she was going to hit up the coffee shop originally planned or explore something else now that she had the rest of the afternoon. In a last second decision she crossed the street to the café, figuring maybe a coffee boost was all she needed, pulling open the door as the bell rang over her head. It was relatively empty inside, a couple of people sitting at tables with laptops or text books out, an elderly couple waiting for their drinks at the pick up station and a woman not much younger than herself up at the counter. It was only when the woman turned around that her eyes grazed up the legging and hoodie clad body to realize it was you.

“Alex?” Your brow furrowed for a moment.

“Y/N?” A smile broke out on her cheeks as the two of you quickly stepped together for a hug without even thinking about it, “what’re you doing here?”

“In town with some friends.” You shrugged, tucking a bottle of water under your arm, “I take it you’re here about that string of acid attacks?”

“You would be correct.”

“How’s that going?”

“Caught the guy last night.” She replied with a tired smile, “well, this morning rather.”

“Explains the midday pick me up then.”

You teased and she laughed, watching the way you spun around at the sound of your name being called from the pick up station and you moved out of the way so she could order. It was clear you hadn’t been planning on running into anyone, aside from the lazy, comfy clothes (that she wished she could be wearing in that moment) your hair was tugged up into a messy bun, it looked like you still had last night’s mascara on and there were sunglasses on the top of your head despite it being the middle of October. She ordered a large flat white and opted to add on a house made French toast bagel, considering she was in New York after all. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she joined you at the pick up station, the water bottle still tucked under your arm, coffee in one hand that you were currently drinking out of, and some kind of juice or refresher in the other.

“Got enough to drink there?” She teased and you practically scowled.

“Hydration.” You gestured to the water under your arm, “caffeination, flavoured hydration.” A pause while the barista called your name again, placing a bagel wrapped up on the counter for you to pick up after you transferred both drinks into one hand, “sustenance.”

“Late night, I take it?” She smirked, watching you miraculously open the bagel with one hand before taking a bite.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Grab a table before you drop something. I’ll stay and eat with you.” She chuckled. Though before you got the chance the bell above the door chimed once again and she turned toward the noise, her eyes widening at the sight of Emily entering the café. “Oh please don’t tell me something already came up?”

“No.” The other woman replied with a slight huff, “you put the idea of a good coffee in my brain and I couldn’t get rid of it.” She replied, walking up to the two of you, “who’s your friend?”

“Agent Prentiss?” You asked, your brow furrowing slightly, recognizing her voice from the phone interview previously.

“Oh shit!” She gasped in realization, “you must be y/n!” She stuck her hand out and Alex was impressed once again as you managed to shuffle everything around in order to shake it without dropping anything. “I thought you were Boston based. Sorry,” she suddenly winced with a small laugh, “that wasn’t exactly professional.”

“I am.” You replied with a soft laugh, “and it’s fine. Not exactly here for work, obviously.” You gestured down to your outfit the best you could with no hands.

“Hey…” Emily started, “if you’re here.. and I’m here why don’t we just do the in person interview today? Save you a flight out to DC?”

“Uh… Agent Prentiss… to be blunt? I am violently hungover right now.” You admitted and Alex barked out a laugh, “like, we’re talking I rolled out of bed fifteen minutes ago. Haven’t even showered, still covered in glitter under this hoodie.”

“Girls trip?” Emily asked.

“Bachelorette party weekend.”

“Ah.”

“And considering it was male strippers last night? My choices were to either bleach my eyes or get drunk enough to hope I’d be able to forget it.” Both of them grimaced at that, Emily pulling a face of absolute disgust.

“I’m not the hungover one and I’m pretty sure I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Yeah.” You laughed, “so I’m not sure if my brain is exactly prime interview ready right now.”

“I mean, the in persons are probably the easiest.” She offered, “I usually just have people run through a case and build the profile on their own and see what their findings are compared to ours.”

“I might be able to handle that.”

“How about…” she dug into her back pocket for a minute, pulling out a business card, “I let you get some caffeine into your system, maybe a shower so you feel more like a human and then you can call me? We’re here ‘til two tomorrow. Not that I want to intrude on your vacation!”

“Please.” You laughed, “if it gets me away from having to see any more penis confetti or straws, I’ll gladly take it. And the girls can’t complain if I can actually say it’s work.” You managed to take the card from her, slipping into the pocket of the hoodie.

“I’m honestly amazed you haven’t dropped anything yet.” Alex commented, pulling laughs from both you and Emily.

“She’s one of us that doesn’t need a bag.” Emily cut in with a grin, “pockets are all you need.”

“Exactly.” You laughed, “purses are the worst! I have two perfectly good hands! Okay, I’m gonna go hydrate and caffeinate, I’ll call you in a bit?”

“Are you close by?”

“Yup, Hilton just around the corner.”

“You have your creds on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Just come by the precinct whenever you’re ready. I’ll be there til five.”

“Okay.” You nodded, glancing back to Alex, “guess I’m not eating in. We could grab dinner? There’s an amazing Mexican place a couple blocks away.”

“That sounds great.” She smiled.

“You’re more than welcome to come too.” You offered to Emily, “but if the interview goes terribly you’re footing the bill.” Emily laughed,

“I like you already. We’ll see how long it takes my team to finish up.”

“Kay.” You smiled, doing your best to give a little wave, “I’ll see you later.” With a wave from the other two women the bell above the door chimed and you vanished from the café. Emily turned back to Alex with a smirk on her lips.

“Blake, I swear to god if you don’t hit that…”

“Are you gonna order your coffee!?”

“Oh… right.” Emily turned away with a chuckle, placing her order before joining Alex at one of the smaller tables, placing down a cup of coffee and a container of yogurt. “You know I’m not trying to actually pressure you into anything, right?”

“I know.” She replied with a chuckle, “you just find extreme entertainment by torturing others.”

“I’d say torture is pushing the bill a bit. You’re single now, you should be out having fun. I’ve gotta live vicariously through someone and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be Morgan.”

“If I remember correctly, you’re single?” Alex commented with a cocked brow.

“Married to the job.” She replied, eating a spoonful of yogurt.

“So why aren’t you asking her out then?”

“If I hire her, I’m her boss. If I don’t, a; I look like an asshole and b; we’re living in different states. Besides, as cute as she is, she’s not my go to type. And you got to her first.”

“Emily…” Alex warned, letting out an exasperated sigh. The other woman’s eyes narrowed, examining her for a moment and she rolled her eyes, sometimes she hated the fact that she worked with and thus was friends with, so many profilers.

“Are you nervous because you’ve never fully been with a woman before?”

“I have enough experience with women, both pre and post marriage.”

“Good.” Emily murmured over the rim of her coffee, “because I don’t want to have to coach you through that.” Her eyes gleamed with the tease as she grinned across the table and Alex tossed a balled up napkin in her direction as they both laughed.

“Would never have crossed my mind to even ask.”

“I could give you some excellent toy recommendations though.”

“Prentiss I’m not having this conversation in public or without alcohol.”

Emily’s laugh was interrupted by her phone going off on the table top and she frowned as she picked it up, eyes scrolling through the text.

“New case?”

“No, it’s Reid. Victims parents want to talk me specifically.” With a soft sigh she pushed up from the table, tossing the empty yogurt into the trash and picking up her coffee, “I’ll see you later.”

As it turned out, your interview went far better than you could have expected considering the brain fog you were still battling off. Though you knew Emily had to be cutting you some amount of slack, the entire thing was far more casual than what you were prepared for. You were sure some of that was due to it being the end of her current case and nearing the end of the day, the precinct bare but those required to work the weekend shifts.

Emily found herself drawn to you practically immediately, even more so than over the phone and she understood what Alex had been talking about. Something had clicked that day, whether it was in the coffee shop or later on, she knew that she liked you and that you’d make an absolutely perfect addition to her team. Even with the hangover you managed to put together a perfect profile in a short amount of time, and never once grimaced at any crime scene photos or unsubs histories. By the time five o clock hit she knew she was hiring you, though she didn’t say anything, it technically still had to go through the brass. She unfortunately ended up getting roped into consulting on a local pd case and said goodnight to you before you left the precinct to text Alex about dinner.

Alex was more than happy to see you in high spirits after your afternoon, excited that things had gone so well. She also knew in that moment that she could forever trust your food recommendations, the place you’d chosen for dinner was beyond incredible and she’d wished it was in DC instead of New York. If she was ever back in the city, there was no doubt she’d be returning. There were a few moments she couldn’t help but tease, suggesting a tequila flight that you instantly gagged at, glaring at her from across the table, a margarita was the perfect hair of the dog, nothing more.

Similar to the evening in Boston she couldn’t help but feel like she was on a cloud around you, that you’d known each other for a decade already and if she had asked you would’ve said that you felt the same. There was absolutely no way that the universe hadn’t intended for the two of you to meet, to be friends. Three meetings by absolute fluke already, there was no doubt in Alex’s mind that you would be showing up on the steps of the BAU within a couple of weeks. You were destined to be in her life.

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url-is-under-construction · 2 years

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𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 | 𝐉.𝐌 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Requested by the beautiful @jaywolf840 :

Hiya! I was wondering if you possibly wouldn't mind writing a (The 100) John Murphy x reader imagine? 👉🏼 👈🏼 Maybe John and reader stargazing one night (this takes place during season 1-2) and it's basically just a cute fluffy time between the two until they get caught up in a moment, nearly kiss and one of them nearly confesses their feelings but then gets too embarrassed and cuts the night off to go to bed. I hope that makes sense, I dunno I'm kinda tired 😂😅😅

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, mentions of like violence but very mild, tragic backstories but you guys know the drill.

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Ethereal. That's what it was. The beauty of watching the stars in the sky from the ground was utterly breathtaking, and with John there to view it with you the moment couldn't be more perfect, and neither could he.

𝐀/𝐍: I read this request and died thinking about how cute I could make this so I hope you enjoy it <3

Earth was beautiful. Ever since you'd landed you'd known that this was where you were supposed to be. The vegetation, the wildlife, all of it. You adored the world around you and the abundance it offered. You loved the way running water sounded, and the way it felt against your virgin skin. You relished in the way the wind would caress your face and sweep your hair back behind you. You got drunk on the feeling of the sun kissing your face in the early morning when you left your tent.

Most of all though, you looked forward to the stars. Looking up into the barren land you once called a home, and drinking in the beauty of it from a distance.

A twig snapping from behind you made you jump, pulling your attention away from the sky above you. You didn’t need to turn to see who it was, and a small smile grew on your face as he sat down beside you, wordlessly.

Murphy, or John as you were allowed to call him when only his ears were around to hear it. The privacy the blanket of the night sky offered beat any makeshift tent back in your camp, and every night the two of you would sit and enjoy each others company, stargazing as it was called.

Some nights you would speak to each other, other nights you would sit and enjoy each others company in silence. It didn’t really matter whether your words were involved or not - it meant something to both of you either way.

“The stars are out again tonight.” You commented softly, taking his mind back to last night when a thick cloud cover had obscured them from your view. You had still sat and enjoyed the night, but it wasn’t the same without those little beacons lighting up the sky.

“Mmm.” He just hummed, sounding tired.

Not bothered or annoyed by you, just tired. He worked hard around the camp, and despite was people saw on the outside he was more than a snarky dickhead. You hated to say he was different with you, but he was. Maybe it was because you had taken the time to look past the rude exterior, and you hadn’t let prejudice sway how you treated him when you’d first met him.

“Long day?” You asked, shifting your head to the side slightly to look at him. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and sunken cheeks. His face was downturned without emotion, and his eyes were empty despite reflecting the stars above you.

“Yeah.” He nodded, adjusting to lay down beside you. You followed him, allowing your head to rest by his shoulder, brushing against it gently.

You felt his arm come around your shoulders, holding you. To anyone who stumbled out you would look like a love struck couple, but this was just your friendship with him. It was open and soft and gentle, all the things that he wasn’t.

You loved him either way. You didn’t know what kind of love you felt for him, at first it was platonic but now you weren’t so sure. It didn’t really matter - as long as he knew how you felt.

“You ever wish you could still be up there?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“The Ark?”

“Yeah.” He turned his head to look at you, eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

“God no.” You almost laughed. “Why would I?”

“It was easier up there.” He shrugged. “People hated me, but not the way they do down here. I didn’t have to worry about being speared through the chest and strung up as bait, or how I’d find my next meal.”

“I don’t think it was easier up there.” You admitted. “I didn’t have you up there.”

He squeezed your shoulder. “That’s why it would’ve been easier for you.”

He said it as a joke but you could hear the sincerity behind his words. It made you frown.

“You’re perfect, John. You’ve made Earth so much better for me than you can even begin to understand.”

He was silent at your words for a moment, averting his gaze from yours, looking back to the stars for guidance.

A doubtful feeling grew in your stomach, as you wondered whether or not you’d said the right thing. He opened his mouth, as though he was about to say something but he was cut off.

A large crack of thunder echoed throughout the small valley you called home with the rest of the hundred. Droplets of rain fell from the sky, splattering onto your face, increasing with intensity every couple of seconds.

“We should head inside.” Murphy said, standing abruptly. Rain shook from his hair and clothes as he stood, reaching down to offer you a hand up.

You’d expected him to walk in through the gates with you but as soon as you were on your feet he’d turned and walked off, a nervous, almost shy, air about him that you’d never seen before.

You looked to the stars one more time before heading inside, but they were gone, once again buried beneath the rain clouds.

A small sigh left your lips as you trudged inside, already looking forward to your next stargaze with John.

#murphy x reader #john murphy x reader #john murphy fic #murphy fic #john murphy imagine #murphy imagine

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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K’s Reading List - MARCH

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

March was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

**some fics may no longer be available for various reasons**

@zablife

Keep Us Safe - Tommy Shelby x Reader (mini series) — contains some 🔞 themes. Please read warnings!

‘Protect’ Drabble - Tommy Shelby x Reader

‘Pleasure’ Drabble - Luca Changretta x Reader

Forgiveness - Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray (re-imagining of canon)

Bye Bye Blackbird - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@toms-cherry-trees

Once I Was - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Five Sentence Blurbs - Assorted Peaky Characters

@cillmequick

Sleep Story - Cillian Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

Premier - Cillian Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

Kiss and Tell - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains slight 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

Kiss and Tell 2 - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains slight 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

@teenwolf-theoriginals

Paper Lies - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains slight 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

Dad!Tommy - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Last of the Whiskey - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains slight 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

@little-diable

Addicted to You - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

@notyour-valentine

Life is a Cabaret - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Head of The Snake - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@amysteryspot

Tommy Shelby Drabble - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

The Road to Peace - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going civilian!AU series)

Caressing Their Cheeks Blurb - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Devil’s Advocate - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@evita-shelby

Relax - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@aliypop

When The Sun Rises - Tommy Shelby x OC

A Little Friendly Advice - Alfie Solomons x OC (platonic)

@peakyscillian

Pizza and Champagne - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Family Ties - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (series) — contains strong 🔞 (NSFW) themes!

@bi-bard

I Could Never Define All That You Are To Me - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@mgcldydrms

The Only Thing That Matters - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@camilaiswritingstories

The Death of Mine - Tommy Shelby x Reader (series)

@acewritesfics

Fireflies - Tommy Shelby x Reader

You Are My Home - Tommy Shelby x Reader

I Remember None of That - Arthur Shelby x Reader

March Drabble Challenge - Assorted Peaky Characters

@raincoffeeandfandoms

The one I love - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The mysterious blue-eyed man - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@there-goes-thefighter

I’d Kill For You - John Shelby x Reader

If You Leave Me - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Sound of Silence - Tommy Shelby

@gypsy-girl-08

Office Christmas Party - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Encounter - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@look-at-the-soul

Matters of the heart - Tommy Shelby x OC

@tommyhardyx

The Spy - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@prettyboyswow

Our Weeping Willow - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@priceofasapphire

Nights Like This - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@mistersshelby

Untitled (set in Season 5) - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@wednesdayismyfunday

Grief - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@fandom-puff

Not A Word - John Shelby x Reader

@noforkingclue

Perfect Moment to Forget - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@shelbydelrey

Unrequited - Tommy Shelby x Alfie Solomons

@sneakyblinders

Seeing Clearly - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@scorpiussage

That’s the Last One - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@mythos-writes

It’s My Turn - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@for-those-who-once-were

Dismissive, Yet Intriguing - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@areyenotfondofmelobster

Saltwater Tears - Tommy Shelby x Reader

#k’s march reading list #k’s reading list #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader

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helpfandom · 7 months

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could I request prompts 1+10 for nolanverse scarecrow? You can choose wether or not you wanna do it romantic or platonic

I know that this was requested a long time ago, but I need time to cook for stories like these /hj.

Words: 1.3k

Oh, this? Don't worry, the blood isn't mine."

"Well, there's no point for me to keep up the act anymore is there?"

Continuing your route to Arkham for your daily visit to the hospital, you ignore the violence on the streets, keeping your mind focused on your priority. You were visiting Arkham again for your friend, seeing as they had asked you to visit. You actually liked visiting those with genuine medical conditions rather than those like Victor Zsaz who have none, but use it as a way to escape jail.

Using your visitors pass to easily get into the part of the asylum you actually wanted to visit, you pause in the hallway when you see Crane, as he is usually no where to be found during visiting hours. He pauses as well, when you look up, his face had changed from a smile to a neutral expression.

"Hello, Dr. Crane, you're not hiding like you typically are." He chuckles, not a long chuckle though, simply a few sounds. "No, I'm not, I was visiting a patient." "Well, that's rare." He softly shakes his head, "Rare for you, but I actually do my job unlike a few others."

A slight, polite, chuckle from you, and the eerie silence settles. You look awkwardly at him before giving up mentally and giving a slight wave. "Well, bye." You continue walking off, and when you glimpse behind him, you see a burlap mask in his hand.

You whip your head around again, and focus on getting to the room, deciding to talk about it later to someone who wouldn't spill about it to Crane.

Upon reaching the room, you put the visitor pass up to the lock on the door and open it, there was no window in the door, seeing as they had clawed at the glass and almost broke it, so you had to open the door to see inside.

But inside was your friend strapped to a chair with duct tape taped over their head, the only thing open being the nose hole, with little screams being let out by them.

You gasp, and then turn around, forgetting the door and rush over to where you had seen Crane. You run down the hallway, hand hitting the wall to guide you as you turn and use the force to push you to where Crane was.

"Dr. Crane! Dr!" He turns around at the sound of you calling his name, and his title, with a concerned look on his face. "Yes, what's the matter?" He raises an eyebrow at you running at him, after all, you rarely ever talk to him, but you seem in distress and call on him first?

He grabs your shoulders, and steadies you before you slam into the wall. "What seems to be the matter?" You gasp a little bit, and start talking a bit faster than normal. "My friend is tied down to a chair and has duct tape all over, I think someone hurt them!"

His face turns to a surprise expression and he starts walking briskly to where that room is, having grabbed your arm to steady you and bring you.

You both arrive at the room with the door still open, so he rushes inside while you stand outside, frozen at the sight of your friend like this. Crane begins undoing the duct tape and bindings, and the rush out, attacking what they see.

They hit you, screaming and crying their eyes out while pummeling their fists into your torso, attempting to claw at you. "STOP! IT'S EVERYWHERE! HELP!" They scream, attracting the security guards. The security guards run over and grab them off of you, but it's almost too late, you've sustained substantial injuries.

They take them away to a different room, and Crane walks over to you with a dazed look on his face. "Are you alright dear?" He crouches down and looks at you, inspecting what may or may not be wrong. He grabs the back of your head gently, lifting it while you get reoriented. "I think I'll take you to the infirmary."

He stands up, bending over to help you up, and as you stand, puts his hand on your back to stabilize you. "Don't worry, the infirmary has plenty of stuff, this sort of thing happens all the time. We'll get some ice for your head and go from there, okay?" "SCARECROW!" The screams from your friend echo in the hallways, but they get silenced as they get put into a differing cell, a padded one.

A few tears slip out of your eyes, even though it doesn't make sense to be crying, but their screams invoke a primal sense of pain, of fear. That, mixed with the pain of fingers attacking, attempting to fight in desperation, biting like a rabid dog in a corner, lead to a few tears.

You two walk in silence, or rather, silence between you two. The facility is all aflutter with sounds, after all a regular who visited often was attacked, and attacked by a passive person, someone who was nearing being able to leave.

The walk is long, but he hands you a handkerchief he had in his pocket, and holds you steady as you walk. Slowly, you near the infirmary. As you enter, you notice it's primarily empty, the only other people there being a guard who was sleeping, and the nurse on call.

"Oh, honey, what happened?" She asks, cupping your face and inspecting your eyes. She lets go of your face and walks over to the fridge with ice and medications that need to be frozen, grabbing a bag with ice and handing it to you. "Dr. Crane, d-do you know what happened?" She stutters when she sees it's Crane specifically who brought you here.

He gestures in the direction of you, watching as you sit down on a cot. "Are they okay?" The nurse sighs, "I don't know, I have to check for concussions and the like, do you know what happened?" He nods. "I'll write a report, focus on them for now, and then I'll tell you what happened."

He walks off, leaving you in the room with the snoring security guard, who she then wakes up and he walks off, before walking over and asking questions. "Do you have any cuts? Any bruises, or spots that particularly hurt?" You groan, and whisper no to the questions, just the shock and hitting your head being the issues. "M'kay, honey, I'm going to have you rest here a little bit and then after a while you can tell me more about your head, that sound good?"

You nod, making your brain feel funky and sloshy, and lay down on the cot. "S-sorry ma'am." "No need to apologize honey, it wasn't your fault was it?" "N-no. You're right, I guess." You fight the urge to go onto your phone, instead thinking what happened through.

After a few minutes, the intercom sparks on, calling for her. "Nurse Cherry, we need you at room 23. Nurse Cherry, room 23." She rushes out, apparently that was a room of great importance, seeing the way she ran, and you close your eyes slightly.

Footsteps echo down the hallway as it spurs you to sit up to see who's coming. It wasn't the Nurse's flats, but rather Crane's shoes clacking against the linoleum.

He leans against the door frame, a bit of blood splattered upon his shirt and lab coat. The blood startles you, so you jolt. "C-Crane?! Are you okay?" You rush over to him and drop the ice, checking if he's okay. "Oh, this? Don't worry, the blood isn't mine." He responds, a slight smile upon his face.

"W-what?" He begins moving closer to you. "Well, there's no point for me to keep up the act anymore is there? After all, they weren't supposed to hurt you, so I had to gas them more. I found out the amount of fear gas someone can take before their mind dissolves."

You back away, but he reaches out and grabs your shoulder as he had done when he helped you up. "C-Crane?" He chuckles, "Oh no dear, Crane checked out, Scarecrow's in town."

#yandere x reader #platonic x reader #platonic yandere #tw yandere #x reader #platonic #headcanon #yandere #yandere batman #yandere scarecrow #scarecrow #jonathan crane #the scarecrow #dc scarecrow #cilian murphy scarecrow #Helpfandom's writing

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narcosfandomdiscord · 1 year

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narcos october masterlist i

This masterlist is for days 1-10 of the @narcosfandomdiscord's october prompt event, which you can read about here and join in!

For days 11 onwards, check out the second masterlist and the third masterlist.

(Note: character x character indicates a romantic/sexual relationship; character & character indicates a platonic one.)

October 1 — Day of Firsts

Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

↳ fanart by @tofuwildcard — Javi smoking, digital art

↳ Claro Que No by @drabbles-mc — Chepe x gn!Reader, 462

↳ Waiting Red by @narcolini — Isabelle x Chepe vampire AU, 600

↳ Depth Over Distance by @proceduralpassion — Mika & OC sibling backstory, 2.2k

↳ For Old Time's Sake by @garbinge — Carrillo x Reader, Steve and Javi & Reader, angst, 3.5k

↳ In the morning by @artemiseamoon — Marta x Amado established relationship, 2.8k

↳ Vengeance For Me by @kesskirata — Gustavo & Tata angst, ficlet

↳ what we do now by @ashlingnarcos — Feistl x Van Ness post-canon, 1k

↳ Tu cómplice by @hausofmamadas — Mayo x Benjamín pining, 2.8k

October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

Create a crossover for the original Narcos show and the Narcos: Mexico show, featuring at least one character for each.

↳ Looking On by @drabbles-mc — season 3 og DEA & season 2 mx DEA, unite! 3.5k

↳ How Do You Do This Shit For Fun? by @proceduralpassion — Walt & Javi crossover, 1k

↳ Late nights, early mornings by @artemiseamoon — Javi & OFC, Mayo x OFC, 1.8k

↳ two tests by @ashlingnarcos — Carrillo & Trujillo & Calderoni ficlet

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners.

↳ Aggressive Negotiations by @kesskirata — Javi x Steve x Connie, 1.1k

October 3 — Day of Music

Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode.

↳ Three playlists by @rerorero-my-cherry — for Ramon x OFC fic Sola con mi Soledad

↳ Playlist for episode 2.1, Salva El Tigre by @artemiseamoon

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

↳ Tainted by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & Steve angst, 3.1k

↳ I need you tonight by @artemiseamoon — Amado x OFC, 1.1k

↳ on your mind by @narcolini — Javi x gn!reader ficlet

↳ Amado fanart by @tofuwildcard

↳ Foldin' Clothes by @garbinge — Steve Murphy x F!Reader, 3.2k

↳ Promise by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC smut

October 4 — Day of Conflict

Many people seemed to combine both prompts for this day! Ambitious day.

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

Quote prompt: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

↳ Who You're Dealing With by @drabbles-mc — Steve & Javi & OFC, 3k

↳ Luna de Lobo by @artemiseamoon — Ramón x OFC, Barron x OFC

↳ Country Store Cherry Chocolate by @garbinge — Steve Murphy & Reader (his sister), 1.9k

↳ Unwritten by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC, 1.1k

October 5 — Day of Visual Art

Visual fanworks: post a screenshot, meme, gif, gifset, video, or other non-fic visual fanwork.

↳ a glitchy Pachito by @tofuwildcard — fanart

↳ NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO by @hausofmamadas — gifset + commentary

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat pt ii by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

Create a fanwork about a character interacting with a piece of art (e.g. buying decoration for a new home, stealing a piece, hitting on a stranger at a gallery, creating art themselves, etc)

↳ Things I Should Have Said by @garbinge — Javi x F!Reader, 2k

October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

↳ Dos Opciones by @proceduralpassion — language: Spanish, Maria Elvira x Miguel, Maria Elvira x OFC, ficlet

↳ ¿Qué? by @ashlingnarcos — language: Spanish, Eduardo x OFC, ficlet

Use a random country picker and utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country, a food from that country shows up, there’s international politics, etc. You get two rerolls if you don’t like the first or second country you get. If you get the United States, reroll automatically.

↳ House Special by @drabbles-mc — county: Japan, Walt x F!Reader, 3k

↳ Lespwa fe viv by @artemiseamoon — country: Haiti, Chepe x OFC, 1.3k

October 7 — Day of Darkness

Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

↳ The Oil Has Run Thin by @proceduralpassion — Walt x OFC ficlet

↳ Twenty-Four Hours by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & gn!Reader captivity 1.4k

One-word prompt: Blackout.

↳ Control pt 1 by @artemiseamoon — Verdin x OFC smut, 1.6k

October 8 — Day of Light

A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

↳ Moving Day by @drabbles-mc — Steve x Connie fluff, 1.1k

↳ Happiest I've Ever Been by @proceduralpassion — Steve x Connie fluff ficlet

October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character.

↳ Watching Time by @garbinge — Chepe x Pacho ficlet

↳ Bisexually-lit Dina by @tofuwildcard — fanart

Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

↳ Down in the 305 by @drabbles-mc — Steve x M!Reader

↳ Would You Kill For Me, My Love? by @proceduralpassion — Pacho x OMC ficlet

October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

Write a fic whose exact wordcount is divisible by 500 (500, 1000, 1500, etc).

↳ The distance between you & me by @artemiseamoon — Calderoni x OFC post-divorce 1.5k

↳ Four People You Meet by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo x Juliana, Carrillo & Martinez, 500

↳ Talking Heads by @ashlingnarcos — Arellano family humor, 500

↳ The Bungalow by @proceduralpassion — Amado x Reader, 500

Make a fanwork in a medium you’ve never used before. If you make GIFs, write something. If you write, draw. Etc. As long as it’s uncharted territory for you!

↳ Hi, I'm a Slut (Amado's Version) by @tofuwildcard — fanvid

↳ narcos october masterlist ii with prompts from day 11 onwards

#narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #narcoctober

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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today was a shit day so can you do a comfort platonic!marauders x fem! reader please? I really love your writing and it always cheers me up 💙

Fuck the party

platonic! marauders x fem! best friend! reader

Summary: After a terrible day y/n forgets about the halloween party later

Warnings: swearing, post-howarts, lil hurt/comfort, quick proofread

A/n: 0.8k words, slight hints of romance with Remus but thats just because I'm in love with him when i read it hehe, I hope you are feeling better now, big hugs and I hope you like it blue x

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It wasn’t anything specific, more of a combination of everything. A Murphy's law kind of day if you will and it resulted in you, now sitting on the couch and sniffling away. You hadn’t changed from your work clothes yet, the multiple coffee stains that painted your shirt were still a little wet but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. So you just sat, wiping the snot on your sleeve of your cardigan, eventually cringing at the amount and having to switch sides

“You should have seen his face!” your head shoots towards the door, recognising your friend's voice immediately “Darlin’ open up. I know it’s early but you gotta see our costumes” Sirius calls through the door, knocking away

Shit, you had forgotten about the party, you all had gotten tickets to it, the party to end all other parties, the biggest wizarding party of the year nigh decade

“One minute!” you say shakily, hoping the door muffles it, however you forget one of your best friends is a literal wolf

“You okay love?” he asks, half amused, half concerned, clearly unsure if your nerves are from doing something embarrassing/getting dressed, or if you’re actually upset

Heading to the mirror near the front door you delay your reply in order to wipe your tears but the puffiness is harder to wipe away and eventually you just sigh and open the front door

“Ta…doll?” James and Sirius were posing with Peter on the formers shoulder but their poses soften and drop the moment they see your shining cheeks,

Despite your sadness you still giggle a little at their costumes, in particular Pete the ratty parrot

“What happened” Remus steps forward first, taking your hand as you walk back into your flat, Sirius follows along behind while James gently places Peter down so he can shift back before following too

“Bad day” is all you say, sitting back down on your couch, back hunched as Remus takes a seat on your left and Sirius your right

“You need us to kick someone's arse?” James asks as he perches on the coffee table in front of you along with Peter, light amusement in his voice yet you know if you ever asked, that person was in for a world of pain

“Not this time” you let out a small giggle, looking up at your friends before giggling more at Peter “Are you in Pjs?” you wonder

His cheeks tint “In my defence I was planning on being a rat the whole night to avoid human interaction that wasn’t cuddles” he gives you a shrug and smile while James taps his head on the boys shoulder

“No defence needed. I wish I could do that too” you smile but it’s sombre, half hearted, and in all honestly you didn’t want to get off this couch let alone dress up and leave the flat to party

“Why can’t you?” James’ hand finds you knee, making you look at him to which you find a sweet smile playing on his lips

“The party” you remind him, like he isn’t dressed to the halloween version of the nines, like it didn’t take him hours to get ready for something he had been talking about for months

“Fuck the party” he shrugs with a laugh and you look at him wide eyed “Doll it’s just a party”

“But you were all so excited” you argue

“Yeah” Remus admits with a nod “But it was only exciting when all of us were going. It wouldn’t be the same without you love, we’d miss you” he assures, hand pushing back your baby hairs as he earns hums of agreement from the other boys

Your mouth parts, eyes glasses as you look around you, eyeing all four boys and finding the same understanding and love

“Aww darlin” Sirius leans forward, pinching his sleeve to gently wipe away your tears “It’s okay”

“Sorry” Remus feels the need to whisper, nervous his good intentioned statement upset you as he kisses your temple

“Don’t be” you shake your head, hand finding his “Just feel very lucky” you give them all a grateful smile

“Trust me we feel the same” Remus softly flicks his thumb over your cheek

“Right then” James stands up “I’ll head back to our flat and grab some pjs for the three of us” he motions towards himself, Remus and Sirius before turning to Peter “Wormtail you’re in charge of the pillow fort” he instructs to which Peter smiles so wide “Moony you get the snacks ready and those muggle movies...” Remus nods “and Pads you…” James starts but Sirius is already on it, shifting into a dog and nudging his nose into your arm in order to get cuddles which you happily accept, letting him lay across your lap, legs in the air as one of your arms holds him close and the other gives him a belly rub

“What should I do?” you ask a little dazed but feeling so much better with the knowledge your night will be spent watching cheesy horror movies with your friends

“Nothing love just sit and look pretty” Remus says nodding with James, Peter and Patfoot to which you shy away and grin like an idiot

Thank you for reading ♡

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aceditwrites · 1 year

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The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah. (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules,

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus,

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor Murphy (my beloved), Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck

Heather: Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke, Veronica Sawyer, Jason Dean, Martha Dunnstock

Invincible: Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Splode, Amber Bennet, William Clockwell

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

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azaprocky · 1 year

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queenshelby · 4 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 53)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

Over the next few days, this was exactly what Mark did and what he found was something Sean knew would upset you greatly.

"It looks like your girlfriend's ex is a serial cheater and he has been for quite some time," Mark divulged, as Sean listened intently, taking in all the information with great interest. He already didn't like Cillian but this, this just confirmed it all for him.

"In early 2009, he cheated on his ex-wife with Sianna Miller, then in 2010 he hooked up with some model from Brussels when they were attending some kind of event. He also had a few flings while filming, one with Annabelle Wallis in 2014 and another with his assistant Julia. Then of course he went on with your girlfriend and knocked her up, but who's counting?

"Fuck me," Sean gasped as his face blanched at this revelation and he felt disgust building up within him.

"Do you think she knows?" Mark asked, looking at Sean with curiosity written all over his face.

Sean sighed heavily, "I doubt it. She's too engrossed in the whole idealized perception of this man to actually see who he really is," he told his friend impassively.

"You still want to play this game, then?" Mark taunted, grinning at his friend's reaction.

"I think so," Sean replied flatly.

"Good because I called that woman from Brussels, and she confirmed the affair," Mark said proudly, wondering how Sean could possibly break the news to you now that he had some proof.

"And what now? Am I just going to tell her about it or, -?" Sean pondered aloud to himself before rubbing his temples with his thumb and index finger, feeling a growing sense of urgency brew within him.

Having spent hours on end gathering the information on Cillian's alleged infidelity, Sean couldn't help but feel a strong compulsion to confront you with the evidence, forcing you to make a decision regarding your future with this man.

But, at the same time, Sean also knew that his actions could potentially cause the two of you to drift apart as well. Revealing dirt on your ex would make him look bad and jealous, which was something that could be detrimental against winning you over.

Thus, Sean spent several days mulling over the best course of action, coming up with various scenarios and schemas until, eventually, he hit upon a seemingly flawless plan.

Mark had agreed to write about it to you, anonymously, seeking your comment on these allegations before publication would take place. He knew that this would prompt you to discuss the matters with Cillian and thereby creating a conflict between the two of you just before the wedding without Sean actually having to get involved.

Sean thought that this was the best way to go about it and make you question the wisdom behind your ongoing platonic and yet conflicting relationship with Cillian.

And, of course, the plan worked when, on the Monday morning, a few days before Siobhan's wedding, you received an email with the subject line "Unverified Allegations Against Cillian Murphy - Invitation to comment" sent from a reporter at the Irish Times, from an email address you didn't recognise.

"Dear Miss Y/LN

I am writing to invite your comment for an article that is currently being put together here at the Irish Times. The article deals with unverified allegations of extensive infidelity of the Hollywood actor, Cillian Murphy, with whom I understand the recipient of this email had an affair during 2023.

The allegations relate to incidents reported between 2007 to 2024 respectively and whilst we have already received statements confirming these allegations from some of the other women involved, including model Alana Simmons and two others, we would also welcome and appreciate any relevant comment you would wish to make.

I look forward to receiving your reply, which we will ensure is included in its entirety in our article.

Kindest Regards

Mark Schulze

Reporter

The Irish Times"

You squinted at the screen, feeling a strange mixture of shock, anger, and confusion. What the fuck was this?

You stared at the email, your heart beating fast. You couldn't believe what you were reading. It couldn't be true, could it? He had always been adamant that you were the only one he had ever cheated on Danielle with and you wondered whether it was all a lie.

Was all that you had together a lie? Did he ever love you? Could he ever love you?

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#cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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