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Hi!!! I really love your writing đ„ș Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji đ„ș when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.
A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in đ I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! â€ïž
Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.
Word count: 4.6k
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.
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It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasnât you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadnâât been you to offer him that out.
But you had, youâd been trying. Youâd been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasnât lonely. Youâd even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didnât want to move from his bed and couldnât bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldnât offer him more, because he already had all of you.
Youâd first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after youâd joined the team. Youâd been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.
Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or youâd never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That youâd be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.
Youâd found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, youâd found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.
You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldnât help but find endearing. Youâd grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that youâd mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you werenât going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.
Youâd almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, heâd suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. Youâd opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.
âIâve met someone, and sheâs totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering Iâve never even seen her face.â Youâd willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.
When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that youâd never be able to say those words to him. You werenât going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you werenât going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.
On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.
You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.
âXâ
It had taken five whole months since Maeveâs death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.
Youâd noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that youâd bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since youâd started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didnât notice anything amiss.
But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something sheâd been doing for the whole six months youâd been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadnât thrown it away. Heâd taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.
It was almost as if, if you didnât ask questions about Spencerâs love life, it was like he wasnât out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because heâd never met her, and honestly, until youâd started trying to save her he hadnât brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.
The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. Heâd gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.
Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldnât hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.
âXâ
It took seven months from Maeveâs death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.
Despite his new-found release, the therapy heâd found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.
Youâd mentioned once a few weeks into your job that youâd never seen it before, and heâd had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when heâd half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, youâd leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. Youâd watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, youâd watched it together over the Christmas holidays, youâd watched it together in the days directly after Maeveâs death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.
You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldnât immediately hear him shout to âcome inâ from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.
Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.
You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didnât want your eyes to follow, but your feet werenât listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.
âShit, Y/N, what are you doing here?â he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didnât see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.
You couldnât say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didnât get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that heâd never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.
âOh god, itâs Friday. I didnât realiseâŠ. Iâm sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?â He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you werenât going to let him dismiss you that quickly.
âY/N, why are you crying? Whatâs wrong, what happened? Tell me and Iâll do everything I can to fix it.â He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.
âDonât⊠just donât touch me, Spencer.â Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.
âXâ
It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadnât dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.
It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didnât know what went wrong. Yes, youâd caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. Youâd known from the start, and heâd known that youâd known, so surely it wasn't just that.
Morgan wasnât helping him on that front either. Heâd explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.
âPretty boy, if you donât realise what you did wrong, then thereâs nothing Iâm going to do to help you. Youâre on your own until then.â Heâd refused to talk about it anymore.
Heâd thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but youâd been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didnât want to overstep.
It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.
âKid, what is up with you again recently?â
âY/N has been avoiding me, and I donât know why. Derek said it was my fault because she⊠well she walked in on something that Iâd rather she hadnât, you know, and I donât know why she still wonât talk to me because itâs been a month.â He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.
âIf Iâm understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.â Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.
âThen please, tell me, Iâm begging you. Iâve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.â
âSpencer, you know I usually donât get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what Iâm talking about, okay?â He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.
âThe girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,â Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldnât possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. âIf you donât believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.â
âXâ
For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction youâd ever had. The blush on your cheeks when heâd introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way youâd thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day youâd finally confessed your past to him, how heâd felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time youâd stared death in the face.
Youâd noticed the change, but you wouldnât let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how heâd shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how heâd look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How heâd ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.
Youâd noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. Youâd noticed, and so you werenât as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after youâd last talked to him, on another friday evening.
âWhat are you doing here?â you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.
âDonât make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and Iâll leave you alone.â
âSpencer, itâs been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-â
âDo you still love me?â His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you werenât going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.
âExcuse me?â you spluttered out eventually.
âThree months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?â You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.
âIf I say yes, what difference does that make?â you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.
âIf you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.â Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.
âSo, what is your answer?â He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.
The word hadnât even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so so sorry.â The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.
Your legs gave way beneath you by the time youâd reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.
âYouâve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that youâre everything I need.â He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didnât hurt yourself.
And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said âIâm sorry,â and yours said âI know,â and that was all the communication you needed for now.
He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.
âIt took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?â he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.
âI need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?â Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas youâd pulled on before his arrival.
âSpencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,â grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.
âNot yet, baby, not yet, okay?â he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. âSo fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?â His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldnât complain.
âYes, Spencer, yes, yes itâs all for you. Only for you,â you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.
âThatâs my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.â His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.
âNo, baby, Iâm in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?â His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.
âFuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, Iâm going to-â another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.
âGoing to what, baby? Use your words?â
âIâm going to cum, Spencer please, Iâm going to cum, Iâm going to cum.,,â you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.
âYou did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? Iâm going to take care of you from now on, okay?â He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.
âI need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?â He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.
âI love you so much, baby. Iâm sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldnât meet her, couldnât touch her, didnât have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasnât you, that she wasnât going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.â
âAnd how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?â
You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.
âUse your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?â Heâd unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.
âI need you inside of me, Spence, please,â you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions youâd been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.
âYouâre so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,â with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.
âYou wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?â he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.
âMe too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.â He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.
âI love you,â he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as heâd pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.
He rolled off you, but didnât leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.
It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You werenât going to let him go again.
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playdate đŸ
Mick Schumacher x Fem!reader
summary: where people are trying to connect two posts from mick and yn showing off their dogsđđŸ
warning/s: none
author's note/s: this is really just cute fun little concept đ
running out of ideas (inbox is open if you want to request!<3)
yourusername
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yourusername playdate with my boyđŸ
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user1 he's such a good boy!
user2 what a distinguished gentleman đ„°
tuckerbudzyn maybe we can play sometimes?
theolastname mum says yes!
user3 OMG I'D LOVE TO SEE THEO AND TUCKER IN ONE VIDEO
mickschumacher
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mickschumacher playdate with my girl
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user1 I love you angie!!
user2 this is so suspicious...
user3 why?
user2 well, he doesn't usually post angie anymore đ€
user3 how is that suspicious
user2 we'll see đ
roscoelovescoco can i come's next time's?
user4 I LOVE ROSCOE SMđ
estebanocon hmmm đ€
user5 estie bestie what do you know???? đ€š
user6 am i thinking what y'all are thinking
user7 no stop being delusional
user8 the caption is so similar with my favorite vlogger and her dog...
user9 yourusername???? Right...
user10 you're reaching babe
user11 let's get you to bed grandma
yourusername
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yourusername Theo's zooming through the streets of Switzerland đ„°
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user1 theo is so cute!đ
user2 I wish in another life that im a dog and yn's my mom and im zooming through Switzerland
user3 must not pass the opportunity to zoom!
user4 suspicious đ€ why is mick here?
user5 probably finding angie a date?đ
user6 imagine if angie and theo meet each other?!
user7 that would be cuteđ„ș
roscoelovescoco you look's good's my friend's !
theolastname all thanks to mumđ
user8 WHAT THIS IS SO CUTE
user9 THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?
user10 not me literally gushing over two celebrity dogsđ
user11 CAN WE SEE THEM BOTH IN THE PADDOCK
user11 am I the only one who thinks that mick is somehow involved in this and why'd he liked the post...
user12 i see... you're onto something
user13 now he can't even like a post without all of you assuming anything
user11 why is yn suddenly in Switzerland? Who lives in Switzerland?
user12 no no you're onto something
user11 also the post mick made with his dog angie with the caption almost sounding like a response to yn's post before thisđ€
user14 take your delusions elsewhere babes
yourusername
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yourusername beach trips and new paw friend!
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user1 uhm,,, that dog is familiar
user2 omg cute!!!
user3 is that Angie???
user4 I'm assuming it is her given that Mick liked the post
user3 right...
lewishamilton maybe roscoe can stop by sometime?
theolastname of course uncle lewis!
user4 UNCLE LEWIS?!đđ„ș
user5 THIS IS THE CUTEST CROSSOVER EVER
mickschumacher miss you three!
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user6 AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THE COMMENT FROM MICK?!
user7 maybe some of you weren't delusional at all
user8 I KNEW IT
user9 WAR IS OVER
user10 not my girl yn!!!đ
user11 WE'VE LOST ANOTHER BADDIE
user12 patiently waiting for the Twitter fans
via twitter...
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mickschumacher with my lovely girlsâ€ïž
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roscoelovescoco please don't's steal's my teacher's !
user1 turns out yn works in a doggie daycare?!
user2 it all makes sense now!
user3 THIS IS SO CUTE
user4 I KNEW IT
user5 do i need to buy a dog now so i can find myself a yn???
mickschumacher 10/10 would recommend but adopt not shop though
yourusername i taught you well đ
user6 THIS IS SO WHOLESOME
user7 what i learned from this is that dogs are not only stress relievers but also put you out of being single
user8 i think my dog is doing it wrong happy for you though
user9 how do i send this to my dog so he can find me my lover
yourusername
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yourusername dogs' out of the bag?
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yourusername should I say I have two goldies now? đ€
user1 omg so this means mick's been her boyfriend since theo was young?!
user2 how old is theo tho?
user1 he's 1!
user2 1 YEAR AND NO ONE SUSPECTED ANYTHING?
user3 they're pretty good in hiding soo
user4 the pun in the caption?đ
user5 I LOVE YN (I've only met her today)
user6 oh to be yn with my golden retriever boyfriend and my two dogs
mickschumacher i always have to share you with theo
theoschumacher but you still love me dad!
user7 THE LAST NAME CHANGE
user8 SO CUTE OMG
user9 I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCH
user10 lewishamilton i have an idea for u and roscoe
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Navy. We got to cuddle with our florist. Are we also going to cuddle with our tattoo artist? đ„ș
Of course, nonnie.
Traditions and Innovation
Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader
Summary: Bucky wants to kiss you under the mistletoe, but it doesn't happen in the traditional sense.
Word Count: Over 1.7k
Warnings: Kissing, humor, tension, teasing, inner monologue, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
Previous Part of AU: Rules and Chaos
A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I'm only capable of ficlets lately, but enjoy some Hottie and Sugar. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics and Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo .Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
âMy poor, shivering Sugar. Donât worry. Iâll warm you up in no time,â Bucky said as he curled a hand around your hip, feeling him smile when he brushed a kiss against your temple. âItâs a tough job, but Iâll do it.â
An icy breeze crept into your bones through your coat when you rushed over to the tattoo parlor minutes ago, earning a sympathetic gaze from Jake when you walked through the door. It was one of the coldest days you could remember and you couldnât get rid of the chill until Bucky offered to cuddle with you on the couch in the break room. You werenât about to turn down his generous offer.
Especially since the guys made the room bright and cozy for the holidays with twinkling lights.
âYeah, I really had to twist your arm to snuggle with me,â you teased, your heart thudding as you tilted your head back and let his lips skim along the column of your neck. It was almost criminal how soft his kisses were. âAnd I have no doubt in your abilities, Hottie.â
The man was built like a furnace, his firm body seeping warmth into yours as he held you in his embrace. Heat continued to pulse through your veins as he chuckled low and deep. âIf you ever doubt my abilities in anything, I wonât hesitate to tie you to my bed and prove you wrong,â he promised, his voice even lower as it slipped into something more intimate.
You shivered for an entirely different reason now, threading your fingers through his hair and gripping them before his mouth could reach your chest. It earned you a throaty groan in response, one that nearly had you crawling in his lap. Somehow you managed to stop yourself.
âWe canât get too carried away,â you said, as much as you wanted to. You had to get back to your shop and he had a client coming in for a touch-up shortly. âDonât give me that look,â you half begged, trying to ignore how your insides clenched when he lifted his head and gave you a glimpse of his darkened eyes.
How could you ever feel cold under that heated stare?
âBut I want some sugar, Sugar,â he purred, one hand coming up to gently grasp your chin. Warm breath ghosted across your lips as he leaned in. âJust a little taste.â
Oh, how I want him to properly taste me. Make me see stars. Make me cry his name.
It was almost chaste in the beginning, his lips gently brushing against yours before he pulled back and leaned back in. Your lips parted first, silently begging for him to deepen the kiss. He still had his hand on your chin as he took his time, as if he truly wanted to taste what your mouth had to offer.
âYouâre so fucking sweet,â he murmured when he pulled back, his gaze dropping to your lips as you caught your breath. That look alone made your toes curl. âI should put mistletoe everywhere just to find more excuses to kiss you.â
âThat would be a first for me,â you said before you could stop yourself.
âWhat would be a first?â
âBeing kissed under mistletoe. Iâve never done that,â you admitted with heated cheeks though there was no need to feel embarrassed.
Bucky pulled back a bit further as his eyebrows shot up, taking some of the warmth with him. âNo one has kissed you under mistletoe? How is that possible?â
âI guess I havenât had the opportunity,â you answered carefully.
A lump formed in your throat when he continued to stare and you werenât quite sure why. Maybe it was because he treated you as if the sun, moon, and stars hung in the sky because of you. Not everyone saw you as anything special the way he did.
No one ever loved or cared enough about you before to try.
He slowly shook his head as if he refused to believe you. âWell, Iâm fixing that right now,â he said more to himself than you before he gently put his hands over your ears. âJensen!â
You smiled at his muffled shout before he put his arms back around you. His voice carried when he wanted it to. âYeah?â Jake yelled back before he rushed to the break room and stuck his head in through the doorway. âWhatâs up?â
âDo we have any mistletoe around here?â Bucky asked.
âBucky, what are you doing?â You whispered.
âFinding mistletoe before you go back to the shop. And, no, Iâm not letting you leave until we find some,â he whispered back, waiting for Jake to give him an answer.
âI donât think we do. Steve mentioned buying some,â he said, fiddling with his glasses before his eyes widened. âWait! I think Hal has something that should work.â
âOf fucking course, he does,â your boyfriend mumbled affectionately as Jake went to get him.
âYou really donât have to do anything, Bucky,â you told him, turning his face back toward you. It shouldnât have surprised you that he wanted to. He was a romantic at heart and you secretly enjoyed that he wanted to find some. âI appreciate it, but we donât need something hanging over our heads for us to kiss.â
âI know we donât, but maybe I want to give you that opportunity to have that kind of kiss,â he said. Your mouth went dry at his heart stopping smile. âIf youâll indulge me.â
You felt the weight of his tender gaze as you smiled, your eyes burning slightly from unshed tears. Thinking back on dating jerks like Richard, you were thankful for the experience because it showed you how guys should treat you and that you wouldnât settle for less than what you deserved. It began with loving yourself.
âThereâs no one else Iâd rather kiss,â you said, resting your hand on his chest before Hal strolled into the room.
âWell, well, well,â he smiled, bringing attention to his hair as he ran a hand through it. As if he didn't turn enough heads on a normal day, he decided to dye his hair red and half green for the holiday season. âI heard you were looking for some mistletoe.â
âYeah, you have any?â Bucky asked impatiently.
Hal chuckled and lifted his shirt slightly, giving you both a quick flash of his abs. âAs a matter of factâŠâ
âOh, my god,â you giggled, covering your mouth as Hal gestured to his belt. The hand painted buckle had mistletoe painted on it with âKISS MEâ written underneath. âThatâsâŠâ
You stole a glance at Bucky and you swore you saw his left eye twitch. He likely had a sweet plan in his mind and got this instead. âWhat the fuck is that?â
âItâs mistletoe. Just like you asked for. I mean, itâs a form of mistletoe. I have a date tonight with Angel,â Hal explained, pointing at it again. You wanted to wish him good luck with his date, but you couldnât stop giggling. âWell, what are you waiting for? Get over here, get on your knees, and start kissing. Or should I go over there?â
There was no mistaking your boyfriendâs eye twitch this time as your laughter died down. âIâm not kissing my girlfriend by your crotch. Iâd sooner choke you with that belt.â
Hal seemed to consider it before he quickly shook his head. âNah. I tried the choking thing once. Not really for me,â he said, smirking mischievously as he looked between the two of you. âBut if sheâs into that-â
Well...
You grabbed Buckyâs arm before he could launch himself at his employee and friend, who held his hands up in surrender. âHereâs a thought. Why donât you take the belt off and hold it over our heads,â You suggested, hoping to appease your boyfriend as Hal unbuckled his belt with a shrug and removed it from the loops. âIt still counts.â
âNot exactly traditional,â Bucky muttered under his breath before you brushed a finger along his chiseled jaw.
âWeâll call this innovative,â you said with a sweet and sincere smile. One you knew he couldn't resist.
âInnovative, huh?â Bucky asked, pulling you close as Hal waltzed over with an amused smile and dangled the belt above your heads.
âYes,â you smiled as he framed your face. âSo kiss me, please.â
Bucky held your cheeks with such care that it sent your heart soaring. This kiss was softer than before, yet full of promise and hunger, deep and thorough. He stole the breath from your lungs until you were left dizzy and wanting more.
It was the kind of kiss that warmed you up all over, like a flame no one could ever put out.
He pulled away first, slowly, but he seemed just as affected as you felt since he let out a shuddering breath and didn't let you go. âFuck,â he whispered, bringing a smile to your face.
You had to close your eyes again to center yourself, still smiling. âYeah. Fuck,â you whispered back before Hal cleared his throat.
âI really do adore you two lovebirds,â he began, stepping back to put his belt back on as you opened your eyes. Bucky didn't bother to look his way, only gazing at you. âBut before you round the next base, Andyâs still talking about replacing the couch from the last time.â
He'll change his tune if he ever fools around in here with Sunny.
âThank you, Hal,â you said, bringing a hand to Buckyâs cheek before he could grumble. Your touch was enough to soften his demeanor. âAnd thank you for my mistletoe kiss. I'll never forget it.â
Just like your first date that didn't go as planned, it made it all the more special.
Bucky smiled before he helped you both get to your feet. You had to get back to work. âI'm glad you liked it, but Iâm getting us some actual mistletoe later and putting it all over our apartments. Bedrooms included.â
âIs that innovative?â
âYeah, it is,â he smiled, sneaking in one more tender kiss before you had to go.
As long as Bucky would be the one to kiss you, he could put up mistletoe wherever he wanted.
These two. đ„° Love and thanks for reading. â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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Can I have your headcanons of Mikey's type of girl?? Both personality and looks wise... thank you very much!! đ„șđ€Čâ€
Hello love! Thank you for requestingâ€ïž
Mikey needs an emotionally stable person. He himself is very weak when it comes to handling his emotions as we see in the manga.
He needs someone who is loving and loyal. Standing next to his side no matter what circumstances there is. He would cherish you for doing so.
He needs to have someone who is responsible and strong. Dating a gang leader has its perks but has its cons as well. One of them being anyone who is associated with Mikey is in danger of being jumped. You donât need to be the strongest one there is but you need to know how to defend yourself.
Mikey cherishes his friends but he cherishes you more.
Heâs very needy and clingy, so you need to know how to handle him. Like Draken does.
He doesnât have a moral compass. Heâll ask im you to help him and guide him. Even if you have to scold him, heâll take it.
He just needs someone who is very reliable. Someone he can let his frustrations out and not get yelled at for it.
As shown in the manga, Mikey tends to hold his burdens and feelings inside. He needs a girl who know what heâs thinking and help him and encourage him. Thatâll make him fall more for you.
In looks, heâs not picky at all. He wouldnât even care that much if you were the most prettiest girl in the world. He would fall in love with the beauty that comes within.
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Thank you again for requesting. I hope you enjoy!
To anyone who requested a hc/story from me, itâs coming! Iâm finishing up school and finals are around the corner so many studying days ahead. I will try to post requests as much as possible!đ thank you for being patient!
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I'm Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science at Al-Azhar university Gaza, Palestine. I'm a dedicated and passionate student, striving to become a good researcher and teacher.
Unexpectedly, After October 7th, my life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming me from a passionate student to a person struggling for survival. đ„ș
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We need more Instagram au I love yours you are so freaking talented
PART THREE BABY LETS GO?!
Instagram posts if you were dating Jack Champion PT. 3
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y/nnn763 AVATAR PREMIERE!!!! @ jackchampion
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jackchampion OMG Avatar Premiere!!
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jackchampion Plane
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y/nnn763 Good job Jack, you know what a plane is!
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y/nnn763 him <3 @ jackchampion
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jackchampion â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
y/nnn763 Nvm Iâm deleting this. He just bit me.
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y/nnn763 payback @ jackchampion
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jackchampion I donât post a lot of cute stuff of her so â€ïž
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y/nnn763 you really have a way with words Champion
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jasminsavoybrown This is both creepy and cute
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jackchampion As much as we like to joke on here I really do love her. This girl means the world to me! @ y/nnn763
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jackchampion I want everyone to know that she told me, âGo hide in the bushes and look creepy for Instagram!â
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| user782 itâs been five minutes, any updates??
| y/nnn763 update: he did indeed tackle me âŒïž
MORE COMMENTS THAN I USUALLY DO SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY LMAO and tyvm @sewnwires for helping me with some of the images!! I will def make another part with some of the other images you sent <33
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AAAA IâM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM â€ïžâ€ïž
Thank you!!!! đ„șđ„ș I'm excited to see y'all's reactions to the newest chapterrrrr
Also, I lied about the smut it's in the next chapter, but there is some suggestive type stuff unfortunately it's from Todd
Pink Pastels Pt 9
Description: It's Saturday, and you're at a sports bar with Todd, until you find yourself on the roof with Spiderman.
Pt 10
Itâs Saturday. One of your two days off, and all you want to do is relax, but here you are at a shitty sports bar, beer already spilled on your shorts by some drunk idiot, your boyfriend completely ignoring you as he pounds his fist against the bar, screaming at the TV. His team is losing, you assume, as you push away from the bar, drink in hand, and wonder back to your table.
You pull out your phone and scroll through your email, responding to a few, ignoring others, until finally you see a response from a kid in your classâs mother.
Jessica Tompson: Ms. Y/N, I will be available at six PM on Monday to meet with you regarding Tommyâs behavior. I look forward to getting to the bottom of this issue.
You smile and send her a quick response back; youâve been trying to get Tommyâs mother in for a meeting since October. Tommy wasnât a bad kid, he just needed extra support and attention, and potentially some ADHD testing. But you knew people were hesitant to test their kids, afraid to âlabelâ them, even though those âlabelsâ could really help their kids in school.
You couldnât count how many times youâve explained that identifying where kids are struggling can get them access to accommodations that they need to thrive. Such as extra time on assignments or a quieter, smaller room to take tests in, so they werenât as distracted. Sure, they wouldnât get these things forever, but if they got them now, it would help them learn how to self-regulate for the future.
You tap your fingers on the tabletop happily and bound over to Todd. âHey, guess what, Iâm finally getting that mom to come in and talk to me.â
âWho?â He asks, beer in hand, his eyes glued to the screen.
âTommy Tompsonâs mom.â
âOh, the hot one with the nice rack?â
One of his friends high-fives him, and you put on a tight smile. âI donât really look at my studentsâ parents like that, but maybe?â
He rolls his eyes. âYeah, yeah, Iâve got eyes, sue me.â Then he slammed his beer down on the bar. âAre you fuckiâthatâs bullshit, Ref!â
Miguel wouldnât say things like that, he wouldnât ignore you for football. Heâd congratulate you, slip between your legs, his full lips parted, his pink tongue finding a homâ You shake yourself out of your thoughts.
This was crazy, you shouldnât have done that⊠Should have stuck to fantasizing about a celebrity, or well, you shouldâve been thinking about Todd, he is your boyfriend.
âWhat a shitty call, Ref!â You echo him, and that earns you a smile thrown your way, and an arm around your shoulders.
You just want things to go back to how they used to be, but honestly, youâre not even sure it used to be good. Maybe you just didnât really know any different, but now after, all those little chats at pickup, during parent teacher meetings, and then the day at the zoo? How is it that a man, who barely knows you, treats you better than your boyfriend of years?
You walk home with Todd leaning heavily on you, his lips are on your neck, sloppy and clumsy, missing that certain spot on your neck in favor of slobbering all over your skin.
âTodd, maybe we need to slow down a bit.â You say carefully, trying to pry him off you.
âAgain?â He sighs heavily, annoyance clear in his tone.
Your face flushes, shame burning through you, and you bite your lip to keep the tears at bay.
When you first started dating you were so new to everything, youâd had a few boyfriends before, but they were short-lived, almost chaste. Todd on the other hand was a complete and utter manwhore.
âI thought you were over all that.â He grumbles, trudging along the sidewalk, refusing to look at you.
He wanted everything fast, fast, fast, and you were dragged along for the ride, anxious and unprepared.
âI am, I am, itâs just youâre drunk, and your head is going to hurt in the morningâŠâ You tell him, helping him up the stairs and through your apartment door.
He makes a beeline for your living room and flops down on your couch. âSo, what, I want you, and youâre my girlfriend, so.â
You try to hide your grimace, but he sees it and groans.
âYouâre always like this, I swear, such a prude.â He throws an arm over his eyes and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out.
You blanch, thereâs no way heâs just going to jerk off, drunk, in the middle of your living room, right?
âTodd, seriously?â You snap, grabbing a decorative pillow and hurling it at him.
He ignores you, pumping himself, grunts and groans spilling from his lips. You used to find him attractive, youâve always liked when he was vocal but now? Now it feels traitorous to hear him instead of Miguel.
But youâve never heard Miguel, your mind was just making things up, thatâs what dreams and fantasies are.
âYouâre such a dick.â
He sat up, still gripping his erect cock. Was it smaller than you remembered? âMaybe I wouldnât be if youâd do your job.â
"My job?â You ask, thoroughly confused.
He points at his cock, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, thereâs no way he means what you think he means.
âGood girls suck their boyfriendâs dick.â He says it with such certainty, that it sounds ridiculous.
You bust out laughing, doubling over, gasping for breath. âYouâre so full of it.â
âIâm not, youâre just aââ then he goes quiet, and you look up to see him passed out cold, cock still in hand.
You stand there for a moment, flabbergasted. Thereâs no fucking way that just happened.
Throwing a blanket over Todd, you head for the fire escape a different blanket in hand, climbing up to the roof, and sitting on the edge of the roof, feet dangling, your hands behind you supporting you as you lean back.
You let out a sigh, tilting your head up towards the night sky. It feels good out here, cool breeze, the sounds of the city at night, the gentle coo of the pigeons the apartment manager cares for.
A soft thump draws your attention, and you jump scrambling away from the edge, and turning on your heel. Only to come face to chest with Spiderman.
âI wish it was that easy to get everyone off the ledge.â He says, a hint of humor in his voice.
You remember what he looks like, and his face, mask? is everywhere, but itâs different when youâre not terrified or watching some grainy news footage.
âAnd heâs funny too.â You joke, giving him a small smile.
He tilts his head, scanning you, then reaches out and his gloved thumb brushes across your cheek. âYou were crying?â
Were you crying? You touch your face, your fingertips coming away damp. âOh, I didnât even notice, itâs just been a long day.â
You spread out your blanket and sit, your back against the wall, and you pat the space before you.
âWonât your boyfriend be upset if he found out, youâre sharing a blanket with a masked hero?â He teases, sitting in the space you made for him.
âMy boyfriend is currently passed out drunk with his dick in his hand.â You tell him, the low light making you braver than youâd normally be.
He goes silent, the eye parts of his mask widening, and you think thatâs his version of raised eyebrows.
âHe was drunk and pissed at me because I didnât want him to slobber up my neck, so then he whips it out, and when I tell him to stop, he calls me a prude and says I should do my job , which is such an asshole thing to say.â It feels good to ramble, to just vent all your feelings onto this masked semi-stranger.
âDo your job?â Spiderman asks, his eyes narrowed.
âHe said, and I quote, good girls suck their boyfriendâs dick.â Literally so ridiculousâŠâ You trail off as Spiderman rolls his shoulders back.
For a moment youâre hypnotized by the movement, the sheer mass of muscle.
ââŠshoes?â
You snap out of it. âIâm sorry?â
âDid you like your new shoes?â He asks, and you hear a smile in his voice.
Wow, y/n, rude much? You didnât even think to thank the man who not only saved your life, but also replaced your shoes.
âYes, thank you so much, how much do I owe you?â You go to pull out your wallet but realize you left it in your bedroom.
âNo, itâs alright, consider it an apology for not getting there fast enough.â He holds his hands up in a pacifying manner.
You purse your lips but nod. âAlright, well, again, thank you.â
Youâre fiddling with the necklace Gabi and Miguel got you, and it seems to catch his eye. âThatâs pretty, your boyfriend get you that?â
You shake your head, dropping the pendant. âNo, it was a gift from one of my kids, Iâm a teacher.â
âThatâs cute, do you mind if I?â He motions towards it slightly, and you lean forward, letting him catch it between two long fingers. âVery nice.â
âYeah, I think itâs really sweet.â You smile up at him, breath catching in your throat when he releases the pendant close to your skin, his fingertip brushing the tops of your breasts.
âIâm sorry, didnât mean to touch...â He says quickly, retracting his hand.
You give him a reassuring smile. âItâs okay, it was an accident.â
âWhatâd your boyfriend say?â
âAbout the gift? I donât think he even noticed.â You scoff, brushing your hair back from your shoulders.
âNo, what did he say after you turned him down?â His voice is lower, warmer, spreading across your skin and seeping into your bones.
âOh well, he tried to argue then passed out.â You giggle, Spidermanâs masked form still inches from your own.
Spiderman lets out a low hum and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. âHe phrased it all wrong, good girls donât suck dick, they take cock.â
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Do you think Nolan or Thragg would ever be a GirlDad (TM)? Like, I can imagine Nolan finding out his wife is pregnant with a girl, and he thinks he's going to treat her the same as Mark, but then he holds her in his arms for the 1st time and all of a sudden she's Daddy's Little Princess and he's teaching her how to subjugate her enemies during her "princess tea parties" and they're both wearing tiaras cuz "Please daddy?" with puppy dog eyes.
Hooting hollering howling and slapping my knee because I never finished the goddamn post but if you take a gander over here in my drafts
SAME BRAINCELL WOO WOO
That gif is his response to you asking when you get to date lmaooo
I almost wrote like something short for it, and I kind of am constantly bouncing around between "Do I want this to be short or long or what" but I can just imagine daughter Reader and Nolan going at it "you just don't want me to date because you want me to save myself for a VILTRUMITE man, don't you?! Humans aren't good enough, huh?! I'm 'too good for a human man'?!" And he just loses it and shouts back "you're too good for ANY man, you don't NEED any man, I'M the only man you need, I'M your FATHER!!" Like. Nolan is one of those super dare I use the term emotionally incestuous yandere dads
Like. Ok I guess this is a throwaway spoiler because I would be absolutely fucking shocked if they bothered to animate this, it's such a small deal, but like. Idk. Idk. How do I phrase this. "There's another character in the series who also has to deal with their daughter wanting to have A Ho Phase and Daddy Doesn't Like It" and for the love of fucking god Nolan and Thragg wouldn't let you date for absolute shit. No dating, no fucking, you are, their pure innocent sweet but also savage little fierce warrior princess and you are untouched by no man like the goddess Artemis to them.
God. Having a yelling screaming argument where you're just so upset, "OH YEAH WELL YOU KNOW YOUR CHANCELLORS SON, THE ONE I MET THE OTHER WEEK? YEAH, YEAH, I FUCKED HIM, I FUCKED HIM IN MY BED, IN THE HOUSE YOU PROVIDE FOR ME, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, DADDY" and that's like OH MY GOD you've cut them so deep it's like actual fucking sacrilege to them. The EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. Fists are nothing knives are nothing bombs are nothing BUT HEARING THAT THEIR BABY GIRL GOT DEFLOWERED? It's like a fucking DEBUFF. Imagine you scream at Nolan about how you sucked off a Viltrumite HIS AGE and he just PHYSICALLY STUMBLES, HAS TO REGAIN HIS BALANCE, HAND OVER HIS HEART
And Thragg is, obsessively hollering about how you're the Grand Regents daughter and you're of too high status for any of these males, just screaming at you, "WHY DID I CATCH THAT MAN'S TONGUE IN YOUR MOUTH? HE IS BENEATH YOU" and you hit him with "YEAH HE WAS BENEATH ME, AND BEHIND ME, AND ON TOP OF ME--" and Thragg gets so fucking RED, I feel like he's one of those wall punching dads. He won't ever hit you but he might manhandle-grab you and physically intimidate you at times. Thragg can just give you The Look and you INSTANTLY know you're in for a punishment, or that he's absolutely furious, and you're on your knees, "Please Daddy I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was angry, please don't be upset with me, i-i-i just dont like you being disappointed in me, i love you and i want us to get along đ„ș" and like. Obviously it works. But. He's not mad at YOU, he's mad at THE GUY, so, as cute and effective as buttering him up or even just genuinely being afraid and pleading earnestly is, you're not his target. The guy's still getting, tortured and maimed or something. But thanks for telling Father you love him, that'll perk him up during his next planet raid â€ïž
BUT NO LITERALLY ACTUALLY Nolan with his knees bent in a little tiny plastic chair nearly on the ground with his little fake cup of tea as he sits there having "tea" with you and your Princess Ladybug doll and he's all, "now sweetheart, what did we learn today?" "That if we defeat our enemies, we should also take out their family and their allies, so they don't come back for vengeance?" "Yes sweetie, that's so good, you're so smart đ„°"
Nolan/Thragg getting in a physical fight and they could be getting maimed and disembowled or taking punches and it's like whatever, they're still chilling, but, do some shit like, knock their treasured keychain out of their pocket that you gave them or an embroidered handkerchief or just a little personal photo of you they keep on them gets ruined in the scuffle, oh, oh, NOW they're fucking pissed, NOW they've got some serious unfinished business in this fight and their opponents get DEMOLISHED and they're sitting there pouting with their broken/ruined thing you gave them because even if they got a new one from you, this one still had memories and sentimental value
I feel like similar to parents keeping baby teeth, Thragg would keep things like, first weapon you ever trained with, memorial photo of your first spar with another child that you won, your first flightsuit, a toddlers toy that was crushed on accident because you suddenly got your powers and had far too much strength than you knew what to do with. And Nolan, if he's raising you on Earth with Debbie, he's at all your school functions, whether it's dancing or sports, and if you aren't in those things, he encourages you HEAVILY (it totally isn't. Training or anything or making sure you're staying fit and active for anything in the future hahaha). He's taking photos and cheering in the crowds. He wants your art in his office. He wants to play games with you once you get your powers. He buys a case for any medals and trophies to proudly display.
Also like do you have any idea how much of an actual phenomenon it is, I've seen videos of it, where dads basically have infinitely more sympathy for their new daughters when they already have sons. I distinctly remember a video where a man was holding his second-born, his first daughter, and he was like weeping because he was feeling intense empathy for his infant daughter because she was crying and looking at him as he held her, and the wife was filming and it was captioned "he never did this with our son" and like. LMAO, THAT'S NOLAN WITH YOU WHEN YOU CRY. THAT'S THRAGG SUDDENLY GIVING A FUCK ABOUT ONLY YOU SPECIFICALLY AFTER LIKE TONS OF KIDS.
Daughter Reader would definitely be their spoiled little princess but you're also their spoiled little princess under very specific terms of CONTAINMENT AND SURVEILLANCE. You've got curfews, they need to know who your friends are, what families do they come from, what do their parents do. They'll treat you like a princess but they'll also socially isolate you from others and. Basically control your life. And if you ever try and pull away from Dear Old Dad, well. Viltrumites can have some pretty extreme reactions. Will Nolan have to disfigure that boy you won't stop talking to? Will Thragg have to build a pretty little cell so that his adult daughter doesn't sneak out to drink and fuck unknown men? That's up to how much of an obedient faithful daughter you want to be. Don't make them do something only you will regret â€ïž
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No but absolutely you're sitting there in your little costume jewelry as you twist a barbie doll and wring her like a towel "for disobeying High Queen Princess Barbie" and here's Thragg, "that's very good. The chain of command should always be respected" and you just happily start chattering away in that "im a small child and I don't know how to keep secrets or lie" kind of way
"Then Teddy Mason from down the street chased me into the woods and I kept telling him to stop but he kept using a stick to pull up my skirt so I grabbed him by the leg and threw him up into the air so he went SPLAT when he came back down!!" And you bang your little hand down on your table and Thragg is nodding in approval and Nolan just comes in looking mortified because he has no idea why Thragg is there until he. Sees that you're putting all kinds of stupid plastic hair clips in the man's hair and even his mustache and giggling and putting stickers on him And Thragg Is Just Totally Letting It Happen. Just totally casual, "Ah Nolan, you're finally here" and stands up to talk to Nolan with you in his arms or on his shoulder or just, hovering around him continuing to play with all the hair clips while your very horrified father is wondering what alternate dimension he just stumbled into to see the Grand Regent so. Calm.
The two men go into the other room "to have a grownup talk" and are they talking about the invasion? About Viltrum? No, Thragg is demanding to see all your baby photos as Nolan starts pulling out all his photo albums with absolute glee
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I found your blog recently and itâs so refreshing to see a canon based Arthur! I was wondering, how do you think Arthur would react if his partner had tuberculosis instead of him? This has been on my mind a lot lately and Iâm intrigued to see what you think
Thank you â€ïžđ„ș Im glad you enjoy my posts- to think people are actually interested in my ramblings is equally amazing and humbling.
And this response is also going to be for a female partner, just for transparency and because of the established canon of who Arthur is attracted to.
Anyways, what if Arthur's partner got tuberculosis? Here are my thoughts:
I've mentioned in a past post about Arthur's relationship with a partner that he is someone who loves to devotion. We know this because of his relationship with the gang. He is always busy, supporting the gang, outwardly and domestically. He also places men's self worth on a man's expectation to provide, take care of business, and protect. Note how annoyed or even angry he gets when a man doesn't "behave" like a man.
"Well while you were having a failure of reason and HIDING behind your woman, we we're getting shot at." Arthur to John.
"We couldn't HE come and RESCUE you?" Arthur to Penelope Braithwaite.
"Get the hell out of here and be a goddamn MAN!" Arthur to John.
So what does this have to do with Arthur? Well, he loves to devotion and he will do whatever he can to try to protect you, provide for you, and take care of you till you either recover or till you peacefully pass away.
The doctor says you guys need to move to someplace warm, dry, and not humid? Ok honey, we're packing up and going to Nevada. You need a specific type of medicine? Word, he'll go to hell and back to try to get it. Does your body hurt? Are you too tired to work? Then stay in bed and don't get up, please.
When you guys first find out that you have Tuberculosis, Arthur wouldn't start freaking out or crying or any of that. He'd be quite stoic. He'd be calm. He'd be an anchor in a whirlwind of emotions. He'll comfort you and try to make you feel better.
Love to devotion- he wouldn't expect you to take on chores like he would himself. He'd clean and cook if he needs to and if you're too weak whilst also working. Though he may be hard on himself, he'd never be hard on you.
He'd make sure all your clothes are clean and would never complain by how bloody they could get, same with bedsheets. He'd learn how to help you still look presentable just to keep you happy (read some 1800s women's hair routines and omg, they seemed exhausting). He'd sit down with you and tell stories and try to make you laugh just to see a genuine smile.
He'd try to make you as comfortable as possible and will try to fulfill your wishes as best he can before your final days.
When Arthur loves, he loves to devotion. And when you die, he'll go off someplace alone and finally start to cry. They will be silent tears. He would never allow you to see him so crushed- for your sake.
He'd be the male love interest in those old love stories that we love to hear about so much.
Now I made myself sad âčïž
Thanks anon â€ïžâ€ïž
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I'm Ola, a graduate student from the Faculty of Science at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, Palestine. I'm dedicated and passionate about becoming a good researcher and teacher.
Unexpectedly, after October 7th, my life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming me from a passionate student into a person struggling for survival. đ„ș
I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild their lives and meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. This will also help me continue my education. At this critical moment, I implore you to share my story with your network, both offline and on social media platforms. Your advocacy is vital to our success.
All I am asking for is your support. You can assist us by sharing/reblogging the pinned post on my page and/or writing a post about my campaign. This would greatly help us reach more potential supporters, and I would be very grateful if you could share the campaign link with your friends and family via email or other social media platforms. â€ïž
I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. Please be assured that any help brings us closer to our goal, and no matter how small your donation might be, it will make a significant difference in my family's lives.
I would appreciate it if you could follow me to stay updated, as I will always need your help. đ
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I'm Ola, a graduate student from the Faculty of Science at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, Palestine. I'm dedicated and passionate about becoming a good researcher and teacher.
Unexpectedly, after October 7th, my life took a drastic turn with the commencement of the cruel war on Gaza, transforming me from a passionate student into a person struggling for survival. đ„ș
I have created a campaign to help my family rebuild their lives and meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. This will also help me continue my education. At this critical moment, I implore you to share my story with your network, both offline and on social media platforms. Your advocacy is vital to our success.
All I am asking for is your support. You can assist us by sharing the pinned post on my page or writing a post about my campaign. This would greatly help us reach more potential supporters, and I would be very grateful if you could share the campaign link with your friends and family via email or other social media platforms. â€ïž
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Hii! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something with domestic vibes with Charles. Just something really fluff and homie because lately I can't stop thinking about how good he would be at home, you know? He gives me such good boyfriend and family guy vibes, especially after the vlog he recorded in Monaco where he says he wants to have three children đ„șâ€ïž
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNsm1CXW/
Charles was barely through the door when you found yourself hung at his neck, resulting in a small huff from your lover as he took you in before he even got to say hi.
âI missed you,â You whispered in the crook of his neck, your favorite place to hide your face in.
âI missed you too,â He replied in the same quiet tone.
You didnât have to say much else, as he let his bag fall to the floor in a controlled thud so his hands would be free to grab your thighs and hoist them high on his own hips, so you wouldnât be in an uncomfortable position anymore. He kissed the tender skin of your neck and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, bypassing the couch where you had been reading your book to go straight to bed. It was well past midnight in Monaco and you had been trying your best to stay awake for him to come back home, to come back to you. Your eyes had dozed off a couple times but you had valiantly fought and came victorious as you managed to witness him walk through the front door of your shared apartment.
âWhat did you do this weekend?â He quietly asked.
âI cleaned the bathroom between the FP3 and the qualis,â You yawned. âI baked a cake, thereâs still a good portion of it in the oven, waiting for you. Also, I read an entire book, because it was really good.â
âThatâs nice,â He nodded, the tip of his nose caressing your cheek. âHave you managed to call the moving company?â
âI did,â You confirmed. âThey said they had everything to bring your new piano here, we only have to call them back to confirm the day and hour. I prebooked a slot for next week, because you should be home by then.â
âAmazing. I have to go in Nice tomorrow to grab a few things, do you need anything?â
âCan you bring back those sweets I like? The violet ones?â
âSure, my love.â
âAlso, we need toilet paper.â
âThat I can grab as well.â
There was something strangely soothing about getting Charles back after a racing weekend, where he was drowned in glamour and glitz, only to get back to the very mundane things of life like grabbing toilet paper and planning a delivery. His hands couldnât find a resting spot and they kept toying with the little thread of your sweatpants, though their fave place remained the skin on your hips. The taste of his skin wasnât that different than usual but you learned to recognize the faint smell of rubber and gasoline that stuck to every pore of his face and to his hair, which you liked. Because if you smelled those, that meant you had just spent several days without him, but he finally was back where you wanted him most: next to you.
âIâm exhausted,â Charles yawned.
âMe too,â You murmured.
âLetâs not pretend weâre amazing people with social lives and letâs just go to bed,â Charles suggested. âI need a quick shower and then, Iâm off.â
âSeems like the best idea you could get,â You confirmed. âIâll wait for you.â
âIf you say so,â Charles kissed the tip of your nose.
He knew you wouldnât be able to follow through with your promise, but he didnât care. And sure enough, when he came back to the bedroom, his hair damp and his torso still glistening with a few droplets of water, you were fast asleep in the middle of your bed. Charles sleepily smiled at your starfish position and gently grabbed you to pull you back slightly in your half of the bed, so he could have more than thirty centimetres of the mattress to sleep on. He pulled the covers back on you, kissed your forehead and slipped right beneath you, so your head would rest on his chest. You sleepily kissed his sternum and he hummed in response, ready to drift off for good.
You didnât need him to bring back shiny diamonds and expensive champagne, from the tracks he lived at more than your home. You only needed him to come back to you, and luckily, thatâs what he always did.
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I am Youssef, I was a businessman and a sanitary ware importer, but the occupation destroyed everything I built over twenty years in one second.
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Unexpectedly, my life took a drastic turn transforming me a into a person struggling for survival
I have me and my wife Etaf created a campaign to help me and my family rebuild our lives and meet our basic needs for food, drink, and other essentials in these harsh conditions. This will also help me continue my earn a living . At this critical moment, I implore you to share my campaign with your network, both offline and on social media platforms. Your advocacy is vital to our success.
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