#agent 8 x reader

[starsunderwaterr]

can u write agent 8 x reader again pls 😓 i rlly like ur content

YES I CAN.

I need a break from uni work for a little and omg. lucy by corbon amodio (the "bingo, bingo baby" song) has been STUCK in my head and it reminds me so much of agent 8! it's so her coded! so here we go! i missed you loves so much!

So, here we go! <3

General (Fem) Agent 8 Headcanons!

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

MINORS DNI

Warnings: slight mentions of a heated makeout sesh

Okay so, I definitely feel like Eight is the type of girlfriend to sing you the "bingo bingo baby, I love you. ain't that crazy? i want you, i want you, over again :)" part of the song over and over

I feel like in general, she sings to you a lot, usually in the comfort of your shared apartment

Will grab your hands and dance with you back and forth with a big smile on her face

She always knows when to dance with you, too, like

She can pick up on when you're having a bad day and she knows how to approach the situation perfectly

It's probably from her time being an agent, analyzing situations and body language, but she's also just an intuitive person :3

Will force you to get outside and go on walks with her, will point out the funny shapes in the clouds with you and will even buy you ice cream or boba!

Just wants to be with you :') she loves you so much

When it comes to cuddling, this girl is a monster

She will open her arms for you to crawl into, and when she's done wrapping her arms around you??

HEAD KISSES GALOREEE

Absolutely loves kissing you and looking into your eyes

She will cat stare you from across the room, and her pupils literally dilate when looking at you

She really is the "bingo, bingo, baby" audio because she basically is a cat

When you're working on something, say on the couch, she'll just plant her head in your lap and stretch out unbothered with a yawn

"Uh... Eight?" "Hm?" She yawned, closing her eyes happily as she pushed the laptop out of your grasp

"I was working on-" "No.-" She cut off, looking up at you with a pout

"Come on and cuddle." She whined, demanding attention as she snuggled her head into your lap

Eight. LOVES. Cuddling.

I don't need to say it again

This girl will lay her head on you always

On the train, on the couch, out in public

In the mornings when she's really sleepy, she'll even cuddle you from behind and rest her head on your back

In bed, it's heaven

She gets close, right up against you, but sometimes she wants her space

She usually will always have a body part touching you though, cause she just likes to be close to you

She's a little bub

Having dates with Eight is so fun because god forbid it's like turf, say, she gets ultra protective of you whilst also being your biggest fan

Like, during matches, she'll hype you up even if you're on the opposing team and will splat her own teammates (or try to) if they're coming at you

You were getting slammered by a Splatana user, they just wouldn't leave you alone!

Suddenly, from across the map, you hear a loud charge ring out!

Shit! This time she was actually going to splat you!

But the body next to you fell to the ground, and the little spirit floated up with a whine.

You looked back at Eight, who now stood there from behind the bridge hiding spot

She waved to you with a closed mouth smile, her E-Litre perched on the cement top

You had to stop swooning over how cute she looked because you almost got splatted yourself-

Eight could be so clueless sometimes tho, it was hilarious

A turf player was explaining turf to you like you were stupid, and you were clearly uninterested

Looking to Eight, you gave her a look, hoping she'd catch on, but instead, she just smiled at you confused-

Oh, Eight... what are we gonna do with you

After that conversation the best thing she said was, "He smelled like Crusty Sean's van... embarrassing."

Eight's facial expressions are everything omg-

When she dislikes something, she makes it known

But the cutest of them all was when she once saw you <3

The two of you had been apart for a long time due to her work during SO, and she had texted you that she would be coming home soon

You decided to meet her at the entrance to the train station, and you noticed her walking around nonchalantly taking in a new part of the city

Suddenly, she caught a look of you, and she did a double take

Her previously grim expression was now full of joy as she saw you and all of your greatness

See? Y'all, when I'm telling you she loves you... she loves you

She instantly rushed over and hugged you, kissing your cheek a ton as she greeted you

"I missed you so much!" Her voice rang out, happiness in every word

Her accent makes everything cuter omg

When she pronounces certain words, she says them uniquely and it's so cute

You tease her about it sometimes and she doesn't even pay any mind to it, just repeats the word with cute confusion

"And so I was telling him to give me the Octo Snypear (Sniper)." "Heh... Snypear."

"Snypear."

"..." "..."

"Anyways-"

You're not judging her for her accent, you just find it cute that she pronounces certain words a certain way

Surprise, surprise, Eight gets needy

Aside from her wanting to cuddle, there are some days that she comes up to you and just needs a hug

Sometimes her mind gets too foggy and the memories get to be too much, and she just needs you to be there for her

She walked over to you, your smile fading upon seeing her own frown

"Baby, what's wrong?" She didn't say anything, just hugged you and whined softly

Poor baby just needed some comfort and your touch

It's often all she needs

She'll take naps cuddled up on your shoulder, her head resting there as she hugs your torso

Surprisingly, she's not too big on lip kisses, but she does love a good makeout sesh here and there

For the most part, she'll kiss any other part of your body like your hands, your cheeks

But each kiss is fast and repetitive

She just loves you so much, and she shows you

Through her care for you, her kisses, her little favors for you

Need something?

Before you could think of it, she's on it

The best thing about Eight, was that one night, after a bad breakdown for you

You went to take a shower, and when you came out, the towels laid out for you were warm, fresh out the dryer...

This girl took the time to do that for you... she really loves you

Like I said, she loves you, so she's willing to do anything for you, happily

She's your lil bingo bingo baby >:3

[piles-of-paper-and-pens]

hi hiii!! i was wondering if i could request a blurb where agent 8 x reader are all fluffy and cuddled up together? ty so much :33

heheh! no problem, the pleasure is mine! this is post-octo expansion

warm me up [agent 8 x reader; splatoon 2]

one thing you noticed about your darling early on in your relationship is that their body was cold. when you asked them about this they said they didn't know why. you wondered out loud if it was due to their time spent in the deep metro. they shivered at the though and you quickly dropped the subject.

however, their cold skin- as soft as it was- proved to be and issue for you as you two cuddled in your apartment. you don't really want to bring it up again though, it's not something that they can really control. you got a solution fairly quickly.

"could you get the blankets for me?" you directed them towards a cabinet in your hallway. when they got up to grab one, you started to look for a movie to play on tv. this should be a nice day for both of you to relax--

they pointed to the open cabinet, telling you to take a look. you stood in front of an empty cabinet.

"shoot."

moments later you and eight, not agent- they are not on duty, stand in front of bumper, a major store near your apartment. you ask what type of blanket your beloved wants when you head in listing the types of blankets there are. "there are fluffy blankets, coarse blankets, knit blankets..." they look at you with a small smile.

"uh... warm, please." even with their broken squid language, they're able to communicate their wants. you try your best to pay very important attention to this. eight makes their way to the more chunkier blankets once you get into aisle eight, while you split off to get some throw pillows for your couch. maybe you should get some seaweed snacks, too.

you arrived around late morning and you leave in the early dusk, the sun casting the sky in a beautiful gradient of orange and yellow. you both take a minute or two to appreciate it. eight's hand finds yours and you squeeze back at them. they've been on the surface for a couple of months now but they still seem to be fascinated by the surrounding inkling culture, even if they aren't too fond of the quid-themed bumpers and such.

when you arrive home, you both change into your pajamas and sit on the couch. your darling lays between your legs, sprawling out the thick white blanket you guys bought while you lay on your side scrolling for something to watch. by the time eight has the blanket securely covering the both of you, a rom-com movie starts to play on your laptop. they snuggle up to your chest and you kiss the top of their head tenderly, holding them close to you. they smile and look up at you, outshining the sun.

"Warm..."

a/n: this was more than a blurb, i'm so sorry! thank you for requesting, though!

[memcakezz]

Can I request for agent 8 finding out she has a crush on the reader and how she reacts to the reader asking her out

F!Agent 8 x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff A/N: Sorry if Agent 8 is a bit OOC and if it's short, I became ill in the middle of writing this and didn't have much time to work on it. ^^'

Thank you for requesting! Apologies for the wait, I hope you enjoy (≧▽≦)

Writing under cut!

"A simple crush, nothing more, nothing less."

- Eight would most likely keep to herself about her crush on you. She would be a tad bit scared of rejection, but at the same time she displays enough affection so that it's quite apparent she has feelings.

- You catch onto this, as it's horrendously obvious that Eight has a crush on you, so you take it upon yourself to make the first move. Since she most likely wouldn't.

- And.. you kind of just blurted it out in the middle of talking to her.

- It definitely caught her by surprise, and the look on her face was absolutely priceless.

"You.. you want to go out with me?? Like.. on a date date..!?"

- Don't take this as her not wanting to go with you, she's just a little bit caught off guard that you'd actually reciprocate her feelings! She's very happy about it, and will definitely try to impress you when the day of the date comes!

- She'd even talk to Marina and Pearl for advice on what to wear and how to act, and their insight is always helpful (especially to her).

- Though, she would probably need some reassurance that everything would go according to plan. Which it will!

[raventreehouse]

Hi yes hello I’m back and it’s a big fic me and a friend of mine worked on. It’s lore rich story with splatoon x reader. Please read it we’ve worked really hard on it!

@starsunderwaterr

[guess-my-next-obsession]

8 Days of Christmas — Baby, It’s Cold Outside

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, jack being jack, alcohol consumption, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink obviously, dom!jack, cock grinding? idk, riding, creampie)

word count: 2.2k

8 Days of Christmas Masterlist

It was a long, cold day at the slopes, Jack having spent the better half of the day trying to teach you the basics of skiing which, more often than not, ended up with you landing flat on your ass. You may have found the day irritating if it hadn’t been for the amount of hearty, full-bellied laughs your clumsiness had pulled from your usually reserved boyfriend.

Now, with a sore ass and sore cheeks from smiling, you and Jack made your way back to the private cabin he’d rented out for the weekend. The two of you had a busy year, only seeing each other at night and on the weekends, except for when Jack was called on by the Statesmen. Both of you deeply craved some time alone together, uninterrupted by the demands of your busy careers, and what better place than in the middle of the snowy woods during Christmas, when everyone was too busy with family to bother you?

“I think my ass is gonna be ice cold and sore for the next week,” you groaned as you finally made it inside the cabin, Jack quick to turn the heater on while you kicked off your snow boots. “Gonna have to take it easy on me tonight.”

“Oh, is that so, sugar?” He chuckled, walking to you in the entryway, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at you with that winning smile of his.

“Mmhm,” you grinned up at him, holding his face in your hands. “You’re not gonna get overeager and start throwing me around like you like to do?”

“Only if you beg,” he winked, leaning down to give you a sweet peck. “How ‘bout you head your fine ass into the bathtub while I whip up some supper?”

“You gonna bring me a glass of wine, too?” Jack playfully rolled his eyes before nodding.

“Of course. Whatever the queen demands.” You leaned up on your toes to give him another peck on the lips, this time letting it linger long enough to earn a hum from your cowboy. “Alright, sugar. Don’t get me all worked up if you ain’t plannin’ on deliverin’.”

“I always deliver, don’t I?” you asked with a smirk, pulling away from him to head off towards the master suite. Jack slapped your ass as you walked past him, earning a hiss and a scolding glare. “Watch it, cowboy.”

“Oh, believe me, I am, darlin’.” He made a point to eye your ass through you snowsuit, making you laugh and shake your head as you left him for the warmth of the bathtub.

One glass of wine later, and you were sat on Jack’s lap at the dinner table, the two of you too needy to sit in your separate seats while you ate. He lifted his fork to your lips, feeding you a piece of perfectly cooked steak before doing the same for himself. You hummed at the taste of his cooking and shook your head.

“I have no clue where you learned to cook so well,” you started as you took a sip of your new glass of wine. “Another woman perhaps?”

“Yep.” You scoffed, swatting his stomach playfully. “I’m talkin’ ‘bout my damn mama, sugar. No need to get jealous.”

“When it comes to you, there’s every need to get jealous. Where else am I gonna find a man that looks this good, treats me like a queen, and fucks me like a slut?” Jack’s eyes widened at your words, chuckling as he lifted his glass of whiskey to his lips.

“That wine gettin’ to ya?” You shrugged, playing coy. “What do you say we take this party over to the fireplace, hm? Get cozy?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

Jack walked you over to the sofa, ordering you to “sit your pretty ass down” while he lit the fireplace. You grinned into your wine glass as you watched him bend over, the grey of his flannel pajama pants showcasing his adorable ass while the white of his perfectly form-fitting t-shirt stretched over the expanse of his broad shoulders. Feeling impatient, you uncrossed your legs and slid the hem of your silk nightgown up to your hips, your fingers running up and down your lace-covered slit as he turned around.

“My, my…what a sight,” he praised as he stalked over to you with a winning smile on. “Gettin’ started without me, sugar?”

“Just getting warmed up,” you replied in a pure, tugging him closer by the waistband of his pants. Jack was grinning as he watched you sit up a bit, your eyes locked on his as you undid the tie around his waist, your hands then smoothing over his thighs, purposely avoiding the growing tent in his pants.

“You gonna play with me all night?” he questioned, reaching to smooth his fingertips over your jawline. You shook your head, smirking at him as you brought one hand to his bulge, stroking him through the fabric. Jack let out a soft moan and bucked his hips into your open palm, his head falling back as he allowed you to tease him to full hardness. “Jesus, darlin…”

“Can I take these off?” You lightly tugged on his pants, earning his gaze again. Jack nodded eagerly, pinching your chin before watching you shimmy his pants down until his cock was springing free, the leaking, purple tip hitting your lips. You giggled at the attack and gripped him at his base, staring up into his eyes as you pumped him against your puckered lips. “Mm, you’re teasing me but you’re just as worked up from your whiskey.”

“It ain’t the whiskey, it’s just you, sugar,” he assured, combing your hair back. “Now why don’t you go ahead and have a taste?”

You smiled before sticking your tongue out and flattening it, tapping his thick head against it just to watch his brows crease.

“C’mon, don’t tease,” he begged in a rasp that went straight to your clit. Wrapping your lips around him, you sucked just the head into your mouth, earning a deep growl from your cowboy, his fingers tangling in your hair. “That’s good, baby…keep goin’ just like that.”

You couldn’t help the whine you let out from his praise, sucking him deeper into your mouth until you were kissing your fist wrapped around his girth. Jack’s moans were now given freely, his hand in the back of your head guiding your movements as you bobbed on him, working your throat up to taking him all the way.

“Baby girl,” he cooed, his lips formed in an ‘o’ as he watched you, his head tilted to admire your good work. “That mouth is heaven and hell all in one.”

You pulled him out of your mouth just to smile, spit stringing grin your lips to the head of his cock. Jack couldn’t resist bending down to kiss it away, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you. You hummed against him and pulled him closer by his neck, Jack willingly following you onto the sofa. He rested between your open thighs as you laid all the way back, his hands running over the silk of the nightgown he’d bought you last Christmas.

“As much as I love the sight of you in this number, I’m gonna need you to take it off for me,” he husked as his thumb brushed over your nipple, causing your back to arch into his touch. Jack stripped while you peeled your nightgown off and tossed it onto the floor, leaving you only in your red lace thong, his eyes turning black with lust as he took you in. “Look at you sprawled out like a damn pinup.”

“You gonna touch me or just keep looking?” you purred, spreading your thighs for him. Jack’s jaw ticked as he watched you slip the lace to the side, exposing the glistening sheen of your pussy.

“You’re a damn gift to mankind, sugar.” He laid on his stomach, his head resting on your thigh as his mouth remained just an inch from your pussy, his fingers stroking through your slick. “And all mine, right?”

“All yours,” you confirmed with a grin. “Why don’t you go ahead and taste my pussy, daddy?”

“Your pussy?” He questioned with a quirk of his brows. “C’mon, sugar. Whose pussy is this?”

You grinned mischievously, biting your lip. “Mine.”

“Oh, is that so?” He chuckled and kissed your thigh. “Maybe I need to remind you? Or…maybe the best way to remind you is by doin’ nothin’ at all.” He sat back on his ankles, crossing his arms over his chest. You frowned at the absence of his body heat, watching as he raised an eyebrow at you in challenge. “Go on. If it’s your pussy, why don’t you make yourself cum.”

“Jack,” you pouted, sitting up and crawling to him, straddling his lap. “It’s your pussy.”

“Yeah?” He watched as you rocked your hips against his cock, sandwiching it between your pussy and his belly. “I don’t think you deserve my mouth yet, sugar. Not after that.”

“Please?” You stuck out your bottom lip and earned a half-smirk, his hands coming to rest on your hips to guide your movements.

“Get yourself off like this and then I’ll give you my mouth, baby girl,” he ordered and you eagerly obeyed, rocking your hips against the underside of his cock, your clit catching deliciously on his fat tip. “Yes, baby…just like that.”

“Fuck,” you whined, brows furrowed as you looked down at the slick now coating his cock as you worked yourself up to your first climax. “Can I put it inside, daddy?”

“Thought you wanted my mouth, sweet thing?” He chuckled and cupped your face with one hand.

“I want your cock,” you pled, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster through your pleasure. Jack cooed at you, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip. “Please, I’m so close. Want you inside me when I cum.”

“Alright, sugar,” he nodded, pulling your face closer so that he could press his lips against yours. “Go ahead and take it. Take what you need.”

You shivered as you guided his cock into your heat, both of you gasping against one another as you fully sheathed him in your wetness.

“Jesus,” he growled, his hands now gripping your hips as he guided you on him. “That’s fuckin’ good, baby. Riding me so good.”

“Jack,” you moaned, tipping your head back as his cock brushed against your inner bundle of nerves.

“Need my fingers, baby?” He asked sweetly, bringing his lips to the base of your throat. You nodded quickly, nails clawing at his shoulders. Jack smiled against your skin, seemingly pleased with your eagerness as he brought to fingers to your clit, stroking perfectly pressured circles against it.

You shivered with a moan as your high started to slowly trickle through your every nerve, radiating from where he was connected to you to the very tips of your toes and fingers. “Oh, fuck, Jack, baby…god.”

“There ya go…sweet thing,” he cooed, laying you back against the sofa and bringing his body to hover over yours. He ran his hand over your cheek and admired you like you were the most delicate thing he’d ever see. “Ready for one more, sugar?”

“Fuck, yes please,” your hands cradled his neck and jaw as his thrusts turned sharp, hips snapping harshly into yours while he kept his eyes locked on you. “Jack, I love you…fuck, I love you.”

“I love you, too, pretty thing,” he promised, giving you a sweet kiss that was the total opposite of the thrusts he was giving you. “God damn…you’re squeezing me so tight I can hardly pull out.”

You did nothing but mewl, your eyes squeezing shut as he hit that spot inside of you that blurred your consciousness, his shit-eating grin going unseen by you as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

“That it, huh? That’s the spot?” You nodded quickly, not wanting to give him any reason to stop. “Look at me when I make you cum, sugar. I wanna see those pretty eyes.”

“Oh, god, baby,” you mewled, your face scrunched up as though you were in pain but you were deep in bliss as your second high dawned upon you, Jack’s grin widening somehow as you looked him in the eye. “Jack, I’m—“

“I know, I can feel it, baby girl,” he chuckled and leaned in, kissing your chin. “Gonna fill you up now, that alright? If I fuck you full of me, sugar?”

“Yes! Fuck!” You writhed for him as you came, chest heaving and eyes squeezing shut to rise out the waves while Jack’s thrusts turned animalistic, his growls and moans filling the room like your favorite song.

“Oh, shit, baby,” he groaned, pressing his cock as far inside you as you’d take him. You opened your eyes in time to feel his cock pulse inside of you, Jack’s eyes screwed shut, his brows creased, his bottom lip pouted as he let out a string of moans and curses, his hands roaming over your stomach and hips for purchase.

“That was so good,” you praised, raking your fingers through his dark hair. Jack chuckled, finally coming back to earth. He let his weight fall on top of you, hugging you into the plush sectional and remaining inside you.

“I gotta get you wine-drunk more often, sugar.”

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Yandere Agents x reader headcanons

so I asked a writer on wattpad named @sodapoppss if they could do a request for me and she requested this so Enjoy I guess?

Also I have never done a yandere in my life so I'll try and improvise and Happy splatoween 🎃🎃🎃

Agent 8

(I love this gif and idk why)

● Now I would say that Agent 8 would be the quiet but Extremely loyal and amazingly sweet and girlfriend to will murder someone for you in cold ink and choke a person to death in less than 5 seconds if you were remotely insulted by someone

● At first her meeting you and becoming acquaintances with each other was the best thing that ever happened to her she felt emotions that she never felt and she wanted to stay with you for a very long time in fact and she wanted to make you happiest person possible

●Now to start off in her daily obsession over you She would do Anything and I mean ANYTHING to make you satisfied with her care and company firstly she would buy things you wanted even though you didn't need them now

● Oh ! you saw a Squidshort on your phone of how to make chocolate s'more cookies but you don't have the ingredients for it ? She make them and give and feed them like a baby to you no questions asked , you wanted physical copy to a sequel to a game series that you love but it was too expensive for you She's gifting it to you now!

● And oh and have I mentioned 8 LOVES to stalk you in the middle of the night in your apartment level while you are awake or asleep and if you ever lock your doors and windows when you have the very strange feeling that someone is stalking you while you are resting in your home dont forget that she was a trained octarian soldier in the past and she will know how to get inside of your home one way or another and watch you till night's end

● At some times she would be highly but silently jealous of your friends and she would show them you appreciation for them by either hugging your arm hugging you from behind or simply just smiling at you and hoping that you would smile back at her or do some "convincing" if necessary to her

● but sometimes 8's jealously can get a biiiit crazy TOO crazy in fact

●Now it would all depend of how people treated you and either it would either be a swift splatting death or pure ummerciful torture for the poor inkling or octoling

● 8 will wait until your nightly conversation is over with a friend and quietly follow the unaware suspect that hurt your feelings today and when they enter their household the worst happens and it's best to not know what she would do to them when she makes physical contact with them

● but overall 8 is not that bad to a yandere she will not kidnap and make you live with her forever you need to do is not talk or interact with anyone! and nobody will get hurt if you even knew that ...

" Aw Y/n could you stay with me for just a little bit those people won't matter in the end "

Agent 4

● Now her is an interesting case Her first meeting you in person was like absolute heaven to you but it felt like a Rollercoaster of fuzzy emotions crashed onto her face and she didn't know how to respond to them at all

● when 4 sees you She either becomes a blushing mess or one massive flirtatious or maybe rarely both and it can result a bit awkward interaction and a 4 dashing away from you in a flash crashing through people like a bullet

● She would do things to get your attention and admiration like trying to show off cool tricks to you at turf wars handing you gifts and giving you great food or tell you the most flirtatious marks She can make

● and at times where she would be jealous she would very quietly curse out the person you were having fun with or having a simple conversation with

● in all first sight everything looks a-ok around here no problems Overall

AND THAT'S WHAT YOU WILL THINK

● at times when you're talking to a friend or family member 4 will just stare and smile at you no words will come from her mouth she'll stare at you with a cute but threatening like Chara from undertale smile and it started to make you super nervous about this

● She would also take pictures of you without your permission and stick them to her wall and cherish them like a cultist till the end

●more of your friends a were starting to dissappear more inkling were starting to avoid you as fast as they could stuff was feeling like to be downhill for you until 4 invited you to her house one day you both talked, ate, and drank but everything was starting to get dark in your eyes and all you could see was her face smiling before completely blacking out

● And now you were kidnapped By 4 and best try to adjust to your new life now because it will be quite torturing to you but pure bliss for 4 she gets to feed you cuddle you, And take care of your entire life that is if you try to escape that is ...

● She won't mind to cut you a little bit or set a "example" to what happens when you TRY and leave her...

" Y/n you're not going to try to leave me again cause Bad things will happen to you right!?"

Agent 3 / Captain 3

(There's 2 types of agent 3 but I'll be discussing the captain 3 from splatoon 3!)

● Now 3 would be the silent but slightly controlling sort type of yandere

● everything all started when you first recruited by the new new Squidbeak Splatoon and became the new agent 3 in alterna and ever since you joined in 3 took a small liking to your eagerness and confidence and 3 kinda liked that

● She would do things to help you but try to also try to be the serious captain that She is like popping up behind you scaring the ink out of you and giving you advice on new missions in kettles

● 3 also has a whole small to medium sized book all about you just like Marie has with Agent 4 and what you like or don't like how much times that you brush your teeth in a whole week most amount of time you weared a certain cloths/brand

● and she would rarely give some gifts like a pretty flower that she found or something that would at least make you interested she could also train you if you wanted to but expect little to no break time around training Time

●but sometimes when your about to do a hard kettle sometimes 3 will just stop you there and go in herself and Let's hope those fuzzy octolings get the quick treatment from 3 ...

●And at times she would just tell you to take a break when you're working a bit to hard for her standards she won't go to weird precautions to hug you silently and so damn hard that it might turn your bones to dust

● 3 also would politely and very quietly ask you for dates at her house and most of it is just hanging out or cuddling each other witch is pretty much ok

● Surprisingly she doesn't barely get jealous with other people if that is if they become a jerk to you She won't be afraid at ALL to do some "talking" to the person stop them

●Overall 3 may be a be a big ol no talk hard-core captain but she's a softie and will do things no other inkling would even think of you to do for you

"Uh Y/n can we talk about something tomorrow it's about a certain guy I should be talking about "

Bonus!

Neo Agent 3

ya'll really really like these yandere headcanons so here is a little bonus for 22 likes for all of you guys 👍

● Neo 3 would be the Dedicated and slightly hard-core loving kind of yandere

● It all started you both met each other in the lobby playing turf wars and you practicing for the next fews anarchy battle with your weapons and just after a long time you met Neo 3 and she was an experience to say the least...

● she was a bit rough in the edges but overall you both became quick friends with each other doing more turf wars and open anarchy battles with together and had pretty great teamwork

●but she would do some crazy things to either flirt or interest you to and add it to the max since she is the most chaotic agent in the group

●and you would not believe what she'll do for you at all

● she would do things like set up fireworks at random open place to impress you she'll replicate every move and strategy you do she'll even as far to redecorate a entire room in her house to have a piano and she'll lie on it while wearing a bright colored dress and she'd fed herself grapes...

●but not only that but she would strangely get EXTREMELY aggressive at times at not only turf wars but at times where just talking to a random octoling or inkling and suddenly Neo 3 would just suddenly slam their head on a locker or a wall for literally just having a conversation with you about chargers

● she would also take you on trips you sometimes didn't want to go at all to but she brought you anyway like som sudden 3 hour hike in the middle of the desert and consider them as "Dates"

● she would start to be more possessive of your life and what you do no friends no family not a single word you would utter to them

● but one day you took an afternoon walk after a heated argument with Neo about her taking over your whole life but until then you were sitting on a bench thinking of apologizing to her and reasoning with her but you felt pressure on your neck and everything blacked out on your eyes

● Great you've been Kidnapped by Neo and this new life will be with her and doing hard-core activities and having romantic times with her forced to make you love her

● and wipe out any ideas or dreams of you escaping her cause she'll go unknown lengths to find you a get you back and when you get back it's not gonna be fun for you......

" Y/n just face it you're not going to leave me EVER"

And done I hope you all enjoyed my first ever yandere headcanons along with the little edit and the addition as always stay safe stay cool and most importantly stay on the nice side my dudes peace ✌️

[narumi-gens]

Can you list some shameful moments of the chaos couple

I decided to go with the kn8!chaos couple's most shameful moment and it...got a little away from me...

#1 Trending

narumi gen x f!reader

summary: Narumi has always wanted to be the number one trending topic in Japan. You don’t think this is how he intended for it to happen.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut-adjacent?, f!reader, established relationship, idk what kind of warnings to give for this tbh, sexi pics (but not full-on nudes but mentions of full-on nudes), sharing sexi pics without permission (but reader doesn't really care?), popsicle as a substitute for dick, talk about facesitting, spit kink, dirty talk, more relationship negotiations (but again not in a mature way), the kn8!chaos couple really need to be better about phone security, this is like peak narumi, it's not a kn8!chaos couple fic if a phone isn't getting broken

words: 4.4k

part of the Agents of Chaos series

The last thing you're expecting as you're sitting in bed at 10 pm, scrolling through your phone, is to have a bright red popsicle shoved in front of your face. Your gaze follows the arm holding it out and then lifts up to see Narumi looking at you impatiently.

You glance down at the popsicle and then back up, wordlessly raising an eyebrow as you wait for an explanation. Narumi doesn't give you one. He just shakes the popsicle in front of your face, gesturing for you to take it.

Your eyes narrow as you look back at the popsicle, wondering if this is some sort of trap. Slowly, carefully, you take it from him. But before you can raise it to your lips, he's tugging at the oversized shirt that you're wearing – technically his oversized shirt.

"What are you doing?" you snap, trying to swat his hands away without dropping the red popsicle onto the white sheets. He's not trying to pull your shirt off. Instead, he's yanking at one of the shoulders, stretching the neck wide.

"Don't worry about it," he says even as he continues to tug on the fabric until the cotton has been stretched so far that one of your bare shoulders is exposed.

"What the fuck, Gen?" There's no anger in your voice, just irritation as you go to fix your shirt only for him to slap the back of your hand before you can. You glower up at him, but he's now too busy pulling out his phone to see.

When he raises his phone in your direction, you realize he's trying to take a picture of you and you roll your eyes. You sit up on your knees and with the hand not holding the popsicle, you lift the hem of your shirt up to your chin to show off your tits for the camera.

But then the unthinkable happens. Narumi lowers his phone and gives you an annoyed look.

"Put those away," he scolds you and a loud, offended cry escapes you as you drop your shirt.

"What the fuck, Gen?" This time there's only anger in your voice.

"Can you just eat the popsicle?" he asks, acting like you’re the one who's being difficult. The glare you give him is cold enough to send a shiver down his spine, but after a moment, you look down at the popsicle in your hand.

You tilt your head curiously as you turn it over. You don't know why he would want a picture of you licking a popsicle when he could have yet another one of you licking his cock but you've never really been one to ask questions.

With a shrug, you wrap your lips around the tip of the popsicle and look up at him expectantly. Narumi has his phone lifted again but he's frowning at the screen.

"Be sexier."

You're overcome with the urge to remove the popsicle from your mouth and throw it at his big, dumb head. Instead, you hollow out your cheeks and insert it halfway into your mouth.

"Sexier."

You take a deep inhale – to keep yourself calm, not to hold your breath – as you bury the popsicle fully in your mouth, the entire popsicle hidden behind your lips so only the end of the stick, and the bad joke printed on it, is visible.

"Sexier."

You take the popsicle out of your mouth with an obscene slurp and scowl up at him.

"What other sexy ways are there to eat a popsicle?" you ask through gritted teeth, your fingers holding onto the stick so tightly that you're surprised it hasn't snapped.

"Use your tongue," he tells you and you bite back a sigh because you usually only hear those three words when he groans them in between ragged panting.

With the popsicle held straight up, you lick it with the flat of your tongue, pausing halfway up to look directly at the camera lens on Narumi's phone with the sultriest eyes that you can manage.

"Fucking perfect," he grins and just that small bit of praise is enough to have you wanting to squirm.

You're about to tell him that you're ready to lick something bigger when he turns his back and walks away from you completely with nothing more than an absent "thanks'' tossed over his shoulder. You let out a scoff of disbelief, wondering what this was all for if he wasn't going to spend the rest of the night fucking you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk in the morning.

Deciding to at least be grateful that he was uncharacteristically thoughtful enough to thank you, you collapse back into bed, returning your attention to your phone as you finish eating your cherry popsicle in a way that Narumi would probably deem “unsexy.”

The answer to your question about "what this was all for" comes the next morning when you're sitting in the Operation Room, a pair of noise-canceling headphones over your ears, your eyes closed, and your feet kicked up on the console as you lean back in your chair, ignoring the activity around you – just one of the perks of being the boss.

There's a timid tap on your shoulder and you peek open an eye to see one of the Operations Minions, or what Hasegawa would call "new recruits" standing over you. She looks like she's torn between fainting and running away.

In the back of your head, you can hear a voice that sounds suspiciously like Hasegawa's reminding you that you need to be more welcoming to the newer recruits.

Hasegawa-but-not-Hasegawa also scolds you for thinking of them as minions.

Without removing your headphones, you give her an indifferent, "Huh?"

You see her lips moving but hear nothing that she's saying. When you don't react, you see her glance anxiously back at the small group of Operations Minions huddled together by the door. She tries again, her lips moving, forming the same words, only this time you assume spoken louder.

She becomes visibly discouraged when you still don't react, her head dropping down as she clutches her tablet tightly to her chest. You think she's getting ready to shout this time and you decide that if she's loud enough to be heard through your headphones, then she'll be worthy of you learning her name.

But before she can unknowingly test herself, the doors to the Operation Room open and Kurusu, the Director General’s own personal aid, enters. You grin when you see how his expression morphs into one of exasperation as he takes in the sight of your lackadaisical sprawl at what is technically your battle station.

He looks warily at the group of new recruits as he passes them but seems to say nothing. His upside-down form comes to a stop before you and he looks at you expectantly, but your grin only stretches wider as you continue to lounge at your console.

Finally, he turns to the Operations Minion who looks visibly relieved to no longer be the only person vying for your attention. Whatever she tells him seems to only aggravate him more because he places both hands on his waist and drops his head forward. He takes a moment to gather his strength and returns his focus to you.

He reaches out and plucks your headphones from your head, making you cry out in displeasure. But you know that you won’t get them back until Kurusu leaves, so you merely give a resigned sigh.

You drop your feet from the console and sit up properly so that you can spin around in your chair and face him and the cowering recruit who’s now looking at Kurusu like he’s her savior.

“Okay, what’s up, Minion-san?” you ask and she freezes at the nickname. Kurusu merely gives you an unamused look.

“You really need to learn their names,” he tiredly admonishes. Choosing to swoop in and save the recruit yet again, he takes it upon himself to be the one to deliver her news. “Captain Narumi’s trending on Twitter. He hit number one.”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

“That’s what this was all about?” you ask uninterestedly as you turn back around towards your console. “Good for him.”

But just as you begin to give the data on your monitor a cursory look that will make you look busier than you actually are, you pause.

“Wait, Gen’s trending? For what?”

There’s a suspicious silence in the Operation Room. You dig your phone from the pocket of your lab coat to find that it's exploded with notifications. You feel your eye twitch.

The twitch grows more severe when you open Twitter and see that the number of DMs and the number of notifications both read 99+.

Your account is as private as Twitter allows. Your followers need to be approved before they can see your account. The only people who can DM you are people you follow.

Even your profile picture is just a picture of an empty cup of instant ramen with a pair of chopsticks sitting across the rim.

For you to have this many notifications and DMs, just from people you actually know, is a sign that Narumi has fucked up big. When you go to see why he’s trending, you’re surprised your phone doesn’t shatter in your hand from how tight your grip gets.

Written beneath where “Narumi Gen” is listed as the number one trending topic in all of Japan is, “The JAKDF’s First Division Captain Narumi gets catfished.”

When you tap on it, the first tweet that’s featured is from an account named “lick my 🍑” and you find yourself debating whether or not you should just delete your account and the app altogether. As you read their tweet, you quickly begin to lean towards the “delete everything” camp.

lick my 🍑 @/XXXXXX · 12 hours ago LOLLL said narumi’s probably an incel and he dmed me a pic of his “gf” 😂😂😂😂 no way that little bitch could get a babe like this! japan's "strongest" is getting catfished lmfao

Attached to the tweet is a screenshot of their DM history with Narumi, which unsurprisingly begins with the picture he took of you last night licking the popsicle followed by, “would an incel have a girlfriend this hot? 😏”

To prove their point that Naurmi could never “get a babe like this,” they’ve also attached the full picture of you beside the DM.

“Fucking perfect,” you mockingly repeat Narumi’s words from the night before. You try to find what little solace you can in the fact that you at least look good in the picture that’s now gone viral.

You do a quick scroll through the feed to see that the general online consensus is that “lick my 🍑” is right about Narumi being catfished. You then search for Narumi’s account and when you get to his profile, you’re met with the message:

You blocked @/NarumiGen Are you sure you want to view these tweets? Viewing tweets won’t unblock @/NarumiGen

“You blocked Captain Narumi? Aren’t you…dating?” a voice says, startling you and when you look up, you see the Operations Minion with her eyes glued to your phone screen as she leans over your shoulder.

When she seems to realize that she said the words aloud and that she’s been caught peeking, her eyes go wide before she hides her face behind her tablet. You go back to your phone with a snort.

“I blocked him on my first day with the Division,” you inform her as you tap the button to view Narumi’s profile, only to immediately wish that you hadn’t.

It doesn’t take much scrolling through his feed to see that he’s having a very public breakdown, replying to everyone who at’s him and insisting that he does have a girlfriend – a real girlfriend.

His case isn’t helped by the fact that when he tries to mention your account, it doesn’t work because you blocked him.

You can physically feel yourself getting closer and closer to snapping the further and further you scroll. When you scroll back to the top, what little remaining semblance of self-control you have evaporates when you see that Narumi is still tweeting, the latest tweet having been sent only ten seconds ago.

You’re moving on instinct, slipping your phone back into your pocket and yanking open one of the drawers stacked underneath the desk. It takes a moment to dig through its contents, but your search comes to an end when you pull out a hammer with a cry that sounds a little too dark to be triumphant.

The reactions from the others in the room vary widely.

For the most part, the Operations Team is unfazed, having grown used to yours and Narumi’s relationship. Kurusu merely shakes his head. The Operations Minions are the only ones who seem to be frightened by the sight of the Head of Operations wielding a hammer whose intended target is the First Division’s Captain.

You’re already shoving past the huddle of recruits crowding the entryway by the time Kurusu makes one last, but knowingly futile, attempt to grab your attention.

“Wait! I have things I need to talk to you about! Director Shinomiya asked me to–” he shouts after you, only to be cut off when the double doors shut behind you. He begins to rub his temples with a groan at the headache that’s already beginning to form.

“...Is…is she going to kill him?”

Kurusu opens his eyes to see the new recruit at his side looking up to him with a horrified expression on her young face. He simply gives a resigned sigh.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Something else will probably have come up by tomorrow,” he tells her. He then does his best to give her a reassuring smile. “Welcome to the First Division.”

You know exactly where to find Narumi. He has a favorite spot on the base for ego surfing – the base’s roof terrace. And sure enough, when you slam open the door, you’re met with the sight of Narumi sitting on one of the benches, hunched over his phone, frantically typing as he sends out tweet after tweet.

He’s so engrossed in replying to everyone in his mentions, muttering insults under his breath, that he doesn’t even register your sudden presence, making it easy for you to snatch his phone from him before he can send the next tweet.

“Hey!” he cries out angrily before he realizes that it’s you and has the audacity to grow even more outraged, standing up and pointing an accusing finger at you. “You blocked me on Twitter!”

You swat away his hand with a roll of your eyes.

“You’ve been blocked on Twitter,” you point out. “If anything, I should be the one angry at you for taking so long to notice.”

He makes a sudden move to grab his phone back but you’re quick to hold it out of his reach. It vibrates incessantly in your hand as notification after notification comes through. The fact that he has push notifications on for his Twitter mentions makes you want to roll your eyes all over again.

It’s only when you wave the hammer in your other hand for him to see that he pauses. His gaze darts from the hammer to you to his phone and then back, only to do it all over again.

It’s then that he finally seems to understand the situation that he’s found himself in — an irate girlfriend, a phone that’s blowing up with notifications, and a new reputation as Japan’s most famous catfishing victim.

The exhale that leaves him is so exaggerated that you can practically see a speech bubble with the word “SIGH” written in it appear next to him. He then takes a small step back, putting just enough space between the two of you so that he’s no longer practically climbing over you to reach his phone. He drops his head forward and smacks his palms together as he clasps his hands in front of him.

“Please fix this for me,” he mutters.

You can feel your eye twitch, your grip around the hammer growing tighter as he acts like it physically pains him to say the words aloud. When his phone buzzes in your hand for the umpteenth time, it takes every ounce of what little self-control you have to keep from shattering it.

When you continue to remain silent, he tilts his head up and peeks open an eye at you only to find you looking even angrier than before. Your gaze narrows, the corners of your lips threatening to turn into an even deeper frown, and he realizes that he needs to do more, quickly.

Discarding the last dregs of what little pride he actually has, Narumi drops down to his knees in a proper seiza, his posture straighter than you’ve ever seen. With his hands resting on his thighs, he then gives a deep bow.

“Please fix this for me,” he repeats, this time much more earnestly, the words dripping with desperation.

Your anger is quick to dissipate as you bask in the sight of Narumi on his knees begging for you — just how you like it.

You slip your hammer into the pocket of your lab coat and cross your arms over your chest as you look curiously at his phone with one hip cocked out. As you watch notification after notification pop up on his lock screen, you know that the solution to his problem is simple.

“What’ll you give me to make this go away?” you ask with disinterest.

“I’ll let you sit on my face,” he’s quick to offer and you roll your eyes.

“I already do that,” you scoff, returning your gaze to him to find him looking searchingly up at you, clearly hoping for some clue as to what you want in exchange for getting Twitter off his back.

He sighs and his uncharacteristically straight posture gives as he slumps forward.

“I’ll give you first dibs on the BS5 this week,” he says and your irritation spikes at how he treats the offer like it’s a deeply generous one.

“This week?” He glances up in time to catch your raised eyebrow.

“And next week,” he counters, the offer making him flinch.

But you want more. To remind him of just how much he needs your help, you turn his phone off silent and it immediately pings aloud.

And then pings again.

And again.

And again.

And again, each one causing Narumi to fold in on himself until he’s practically doubled over.

It’s only when he places both hands down on the ground and drops his forehead between them, the greatest show of respect he could possibly give you, that you turn his phone back to silent.

“The next month.”

It’s a good thing that Narumi’s head is dropped down, otherwise the smirk that slowly appears on your lips would have a shiver running down his spine. You debate trying to push for more, knowing that you could probably get whatever you want at this point, but decide to be merciful.

“Alright, Gen. I’ll fix this for you,” you tell him with a casual shrug and his reaction is immediate.

He throws his arms around your thighs and tugs you close. He rests his cheek against your stomach as he clings to you and chants a mantra of “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

As you savor the feeling of his gratefulness, a rare treat, you unlock his phone and curiously open his camera roll.

“Why didn’t you just post a picture of us together?” Your question is unnecessary because as you begin to scroll through his photos, the answer is apparent.

“The only pictures I have are nudes,” he replies easily, the truth underscored by the countless pictures you find on his phone of the both of you in compromising positions — his face between your thighs, his cock buried in your mouth, you sitting in his lap in front of a mirror with him buried deep inside of you as you hold open your folds for the camera.

You might be more concerned about the sheer volume of photos on his phone if you didn’t already know that your phone’s camera roll looks exactly the same. In fact, your phone is probably worse considering yours has the better camera of the two.

The hammer weighs heavy in your pocket and you can only hope that he has his photos backed up in the cloud.

You give his shoulder a light shove and he releases you so that you can sit down on the bench. As he sits beside you, you open his camera before returning it back to him. Taking firm hold of his chin, you direct him to face forward so that he’s looking directly at his phone’s front-facing camera.

“Ready?” you ask, waiting for him to find the perfect camera angle.

“Fuck yeah,” he answers and you can hear the eagerness in his voice.

You’d bet good money that if you reached over and grabbed his cock, it would be at least semi-hard. You purposely don’t think about how his arousal more than likely stems from how he’s about to prove all of his “haters” wrong.

Instead, you focus on opening your mouth wide to stick out your tongue. You lean in and slowly lick a line up the side of his face from his jawline up to his cheekbone where you stop. With the flat of your tongue pressed to his skin, your eyes move to the camera — the exact same pose as the photo from the previous night.

Only this time your tongue is swiping up Narumi’s face instead of the side of a bright red, cherry-flavored popsicle.

Narumi takes another few seconds to adjust the phone, making sure that the sunlight reflects perfectly off the shining trail of saliva on his skin, before you hear the camera’s shutter. You lean back as he begins to examine the photo and wipe away the worst of your spit from his cheek with your thumb.

“Good enough?” The question is perfunctory. Even if he tells you no, that one picture is all he’s getting.

“Fucking perf—” you shove your spit-covered thumb into his mouth before he can finish speaking. You refuse to hear those same words from him twice in less than 24 hours.

You’ve trained him well, because he doesn’t object to being cut off nor to the manner in which you’ve cut him off as he dutifully swirls his tongue around the digit. Once he’s cleaned it, you reach out to the phone and switch it to video.

“One for them, one for us,” you tell him before hitting record.

He holds the phone steady as you sit up on your knees and lean over him, directing him to look up at you. His jaw instinctively drops, leaving his mouth wide open for you. You purse your lips and let your spit drip straight down into his eagerly-awaiting mouth.

You savor the dark look in his eyes and know what it means — that he’s already planning on returning the favor when he gets another chance. Your thighs can’t help but clench together to ease the ache already forming between them.

But his phone continues to record and you know what the video requires of you. You lick your smirking lips clean, enjoying the way his eyes dart down to follow your tongue as it sweeps out to do so.

“Swallow,” you order him and he’s quick to close his mouth and obey, opening up wide once he’s done to show that he’s done as told. “Good boy.”

You then turn your smirk to the camera, giving it a long look before hitting the button to stop recording. You take his phone from him and immediately send the video to yourself, not wanting to take any chance of it being lost.

As you sit back down properly on the bench, Narumi tosses an arm over your shoulder and leans into you. You shiver when he drops his chin right where your neck meets your shoulder, a weak spot that he’s always more than willing to exploit.

“You gonna sit on my face later?” he asks, his voice rough. You nod, your thighs instinctively clenching on their own as you go through his phone, opening Twitter and ignoring his account’s notifications as you start to draft a new Tweet. “Good. Can’t wait to spit right on your pussy. But I bet you’ll be so wet you won’t even be able to tell I did.”

You’re used to the level of filth from him and normally you wouldn’t bat an eye. You’re far from some blushing virgin — the photos and videos on both of your phones can attest to that.

But something about hearing those words spoken so lowly into your ear as you upload the picture of you licking his face to his Twitter account has you biting back a soft moan.

As soon as you hit “Tweet” and share the picture for the rest of the world to see, he rewards you by licking a stripe up your cheek in turn.

If it weren’t for the way his phone begins to buzz with a barrage of new notifications only seconds after posting the picture, you would climb on top of him and make him eat you out right then and there on the base’s rooftop terrace.

Instead, you let him savor what he believes is his win for a few more moments before setting his phone down on the bench next to you. And then, before he can stop you, you pull out the hammer from your pocket and swing it down hard to meet his phone screen.

You’ve never heard a more beautiful sound than the shattering of glass mixed with Narumi’s shrill scream of horror.

It makes it more than worth the email marked urgent that you receive the next morning from the Head of the Defense Force’s PR Department demanding a meeting with the both of you.

[pianocat939]

Hey its me goku ! Now I'm not sure if this Is a good or a bad idea for a request but could I get yandere headcanons for mother! Agent 8 x son reader

Also do you think that rottmnt is the anime version of tmnt I mean the fight scenes are CRAZY epically in the season 2 finale and the vs krang leader fight

And one more thing have a nice day 👍

Ah yes the rare moments where I write male MC instead of gender neutral MC

I mean, technically anime is animation influenced by Japanese media so I suppose some parts of it are indeed anime. But I think the 2012 version had a lot more influence. The last two fights are so epic tho.

Tw: Protective parent, mention of bullying

Yandere Mother Agent 8 with Son MC

As an octoling family still getting used to the inkling world, she’s protective over many things.

She doesn’t let you eat any foods until she’s tried it first. But after she knows it’s ok she’ll let you eat it.

Worried you might get bullied by other inkling kids since octolings are still new to the surface world.

Teaches you all you need to know about turf war and inking things in general.

Off the Hook will be your favourite artist, no questions asked.

Makes sure you know all about DJ Octavio and the octopi history.

If you ever get any sort of negative attention from anybody she’s gonna go beat their ass.

Buys you clothes often. You are not looking like a rat (unlike me)

[4low3r]

hello there 👋 I'm that one guy that sent you a request a hour earlier from wattpad Dinomite 1924 so same could you do platonic HCS for fem overprotective! agent 8 x brother reader and could you add a little scenario where the reader gets sanitation instead of agent 3 please and thank you very much

Hihi!! Thx for the request,,

Ngl I’m super tired rn and this might not be the best but I’ll try my hardest LMAO😭😭 I hope you like itt <33

Fem Overprotective! Agent 8 x Little-Sibling! Reader~

(( that title was a mouthful haha😭😭, l’m also keeping everything related to agent 3 the same, besides the sanitization, that part will belong to reader. ))

Ever sense you two were little, 8 always seemed to be there for you.

You never really noticed her pushiness when you guys were young, but once you guys got older and she started getting more protective of you, and it was very noticeable, even to outsiders.

Her worries and protectiveness you were eternally great full for, but sometimes it got too much.

So when she woke up in the deep sea metro and you were nowhere to be seen, you can imagine her freakout.

The entirety of her time in the deep sea metro, was to find you, and get out of there together.

So when she didn’t find you, she assumed that you had gotten out before her, so she made it her mission to seek you out on the surface.

After getting saved by agent 3 and making her way up to the surface, she reached the elevator.

When the elevator stopped, they were confused.

“Who’s up there?”

“Reader..?”

She saw gramps tied up behind you, confused and scared, and when she saw your face, she knew

She didn’t think you’d ever get sanitized. Not in a million years.

Before she could process what happened, you had jumped down with a splashdown. Knowing that you wouldn’t listen to her, she had no choice but to fight.

Once’s she had beaten you, she rushed to your side. The goo was gone that’s a relief, now you 2 could go up to the surface and relax together.

Or so she thought…

( so sorry if I disappointed😭, but I hope you liked it!! )

Until next time ! ~ 🤭🤭

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

Wingwoman (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: You take your good friend/coworker, Spencer, out to the bar to find him a girl to hook up with. Things do not go as planned.

Word Count: 5107

Warnings: Romantic/sexual tension! Mentions of drinking / sex

A/N: Hi! I haven't written posted fanfic in like, 8 years, please be nice xD I would love to know your thoughts - if you have any requests or anything, I'm happy to oblige. ALSO -- I have only seen up to Season 7 of Criminal Minds because I'm a fckn loser. Anywayyyyy enjoy! Not my gif btw, all credit to the owner :)

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It was kind of your fault, now that you were thinking back on it. 

Actually, it was definitely your fault, now that you were thinking back on it. 

It had been your suggestion to go out. It had been your idea to act as Spencer’s wingwoman, some last-ditch effort to try to get him out of your mind. He was your coworker, for Christ’s sake. And your best friend. And you’d thought about him desperately for eight of the nine months that you’d known him. 

Emily, Derek, and Penelope had all agreed to tag along, but as the work day went on, each of your coworkers had found some kind of excuse to opt-out. Derek’s niece wanted to Facetime. Penelope forgot Kevin’s birthday was next week and needed to go shopping for a present. Emily had a headache. 

Finding Spencer a romantic prospect on your own was certainly not the plan, but, stupidly, thoughtlessly, you’d decided to go along with it. You could do this. Just one night in a bar, chatting up women for the man you’d slowly been falling for the past eight months. As good of an idea as any, right? 

You and Spencer took an Uber to the bar the group frequented. Ski-ball and pool in one corner, a vintage jukebox and small space set aside as a makeshift dance floor in the other. But the best part - half-off drinks for federal agents. You’d never been one to abuse the badge before, but… 

Three Jack-and-Diet-Cokes later, your moral code had a bit of a crack in it. 

Spencer stood next to you - towered over you, actually, because that man was a fucking beanpole - and you felt his eyes on you as you scanned the crowd. “What about her?” you suggested, jerking your chin to the woman at a high-top table against the wall. She had her nose stuck in her phone and an untouched martini on the table in front of her. 

“She’s clearly waiting for someone,” Spencer pointed out, and you realized he was right just as the woman looked up from her phone and towards the door for the third time in the past minute. “I also don’t understand why you’re so dead set on finding someone to hog me up with.” 

You snorted into your drink. “Hog you up with?” you repeated, turning in your barstool so you faced him. Your knees brushed his thighs. 

“Yeah, is that not…” realization dawned on Spencer and he grimaced. “That’s not the phrase, is it?” 

“Hook,” you corrected, but not impatiently. You made a little hook with your index finger, like a pirate. A little giggle escaped you. “And I’m not dead set on it,” you argued. “I just didn’t want to be the only one leaving the bar with someone.” 

Your eyes flickered up to Spencer’s to gauge his reaction. He seemed surprised by this implication that you planned to leave with someone - someone who was not him. 

“Yeah? Who are you leaving with, matey?” Spencer countered, arching a brow and pointedly looking at your index finger, still in its hooked position. You dropped your hand. 

“It doesn’t matter right now,” you blushed furiously, desperately trying to drive the conversation back to his romantic conquests. Your thought process was that if you actually saw Spencer with someone else in any sort of romantic capacity - dancing, flirting, kissing - you’d finally hurt yourself enough with the sight for those stupid feelings for him to dissipate. “We’re looking for you.” 

Spencer merely hmm-ed in response, an indecisive non-answer, and you noticed he shook his head. Like he was annoyed, but trying not to show it. You swallowed the lump in your throat and polished off your drink before returning to examining the patrons in the bar. You nudged Spencer’s elbow with your own and your gaze landed on the group of three women giggling around one of the tables. “Any of them? The blonde is cute,” you pointed out. 

“Not really into blondes,” Spencer muttered, and you glanced back at him. You could have sworn his eyes were locked on your brunette hair. You opened your mouth to say something, but Spencer cut you off. “But, sure, if watching me strike out will amuse you, Y/N.” Before you could protest, Spencer set his glass down on the bar and started towards the trio of women at the table. 

You leaned down to sniff his glass, curious as to what he’d been drinking. Clear liquid. No smell. Was he… totally sober? 

You watched with narrowed, studious eyes as Spencer approached the women. You could only see the back of his head, but the three women’s faces were perfectly visible. They smiled, friendly, unassuming, and then something came out of Spencer’s mouth that changed their expressions. The blonde in the middle furrowed her brows, and the two women on either side cocked their heads slightly. Spencer’s hand tapped the table and he earned awkward smiles as a goodbye was bid, and when he turned around to head back towards the bar, he just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, like what are you gonna do? 

“What happened?” you asked as he returned to you. 

“I blew it,” Spencer said matter-of-factly. Too accepting of his defeat. Further supporting your theory that he’d gone over there and purposefully botched it. 

“Right,” you flagged down the bartender to order another drink. 

“You’re getting another one?” Spencer asked. 

You whirled your face to meet his and didn’t see judgment, but rather, concern. “Why does it matter?” you asked, no, dared. 

Spencer shook his head, defeatedly. “It doesn’t,” he grumbled. 

“What about that girl you were talking to earlier by the jukebox?” you asked, nudging his shin with your foot. “The grabby one. She seemed really into you.” 

Spencer visibly gritted his teeth. “I’m not interested.” 

“Are you interested in anyone in this bar tonight?” You asked. The words came too quickly for you to stop them. They were too real. Especially as Spencer’s frown hardened just slightly and you watched him look away from you. 

You took in a sharp inhale, the realization hitting you, the possibility that Spencer might actually feel the same way about you. And that you’d dragged him out here tonight to try and set him up with someone else. You were selfish and thoughtless and stupid. 

You hopped off the barstool, your feet wavering beneath you. “I’d better go home,” you said suddenly, grabbing your bag. You had to leave. You had to go home before you said something stupid, something irreversible. 

You stalked out of the bar and onto the brisk, late-autumn sidewalk. You’d forgotten your coat at the office and insisted you’d be fine. The chill smacked you in the face and you tucked your bag beneath your shoulder so you could cross your arms over your chest and hug yourself for any semblance of warmth. 

Thirty seconds hadn’t even passed before the door creaked and Spencer appeared at your side, throwing his coat wordlessly over your shoulders. “What did I do?” he asked. You looked up at him and saw his eyes - hurt, frustrated, confused. 

Your lips parted and there was a small shake of your head. “No,” you breathed. He furrowed his brows and you explained further. “You didn’t do anything.” 

“Then why the hell have you been so weird around me lately?” Spencer asked, scuffing his shoe against the sidewalk. Like a temperamental first-grader. 

“Weird how?” You asked, trying to pretend like you had no idea what he was talking about. Like your stomach didn’t flip every morning when you saw him. 

“Like you’re… like you’re mad at me. Like you don’t want to be around me,” Spencer looked at the street ahead of the both of you rather than at you. “You always find an excuse to leave the room when it’s just the two of us. You pull Derek or Emily or Penelope into the conversation so you don’t have to interact with just me. You’re out here trying to find me someone to hook up with?” he phrased the last sentence as a question, shaking his head. Your heart lurched. He let out an incredulous laugh. “It’s either you’re trying to shrug me off as a friend entirely, or -” 

He stopped himself. His eyes were fixed on the streetlamp a few feet in front of you. They widened and you felt your heart pound as he slowly met your gaze. The realization hit him, the second half of his sentence lingering, heavy and palpable between the two of you. 

“Or,” you repeated, not phrasing it as a question. Your voice was soft as you said it, your tone anything but a question. 

“Or?” Spencer asked, and you could see his chest start to rise and fall more slowly. 

“Or,” you confirmed, taking in a sharp breath. 

Spencer’s throat bobbed as he looked at you, his gaze piercing and soft, studious and lazy, hungry and satiated all at once. “Oh.” 

Oh. 

“How long?” he asked, turning his feet towards you. 

Your face went red and you lifted your chin, refusing to make yourself feel ashamed of it anymore. There wasn’t any point, not when he knew now. “Since March,” you admitted. Your voice was squeaky. 

“March?” Spencer repeated, incredulous. It was early October now. 

“Yeah,” you exhaled, shrugging his jacket off your shoulders and bunching it up by the middle. You handed it to him. “You don’t have to say anything,” you said. Your body felt like it was on fire. “You don’t have to-”

“I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met.” 

You thought maybe you were hallucinating for a second. Your mouth fell open and despite your three drinks, you remembered clearly that Spencer had been drinking water. This was not some drunken confession, not for either of you, because the second he’d asked you why you had been so weird lately, you had instantly sobered up. “Oh,” was all you managed to choke out.

Oh. 

“Yeah, oh,” Spencer’s mouth twitched up into a smile. That playful, friendly, teasing little smile you’d learned to love on him. He stepped towards you. 

You let out this little half-garbled laugh. Spencer reached for your hand, and you let him. Your fingers spread, allowing his in the spaces between. You looked up at Spencer and little fires shot up your hand. How could merely holding hands feel so monumental? 

“What do we… what do we do now?” You asked, your mind in a haze, like a computer awaiting command. 

Spencer let his jacket fall to the concrete and used his other hand to slowly, almost hesitantly, cup your cheek. He looked down at you and your entire face reddened. “Well,” his voice was soft, crackling, like a fireplace, and he met your gaze with searching eyes. “I’d like to kiss you now, if that would be okay,” he said finally. Your lips turned up into an idiotic smile. 

“I think that would be okay,” you whispered. 

His hands were so soft, you realized. His grip on your hand loosened and he was now cupping your face on both sides. And every nerve in your cheeks was firing off signals - Spencer is touching my face, Spencer is touching my face. Like it was some forbidden thing. But then, as if in slow motion, he ducked his head down and his lips touched yours. Gently, at first, tentative and wobbly like a foal taking its first steps. Your hands rested on his torso - taut beneath that stupid little sweater vest. 

He pulled back after just a moment. It was really only five or six seconds at the most, but you were red-faced and breathless by the time your eyes fluttered open, into his. Spencer’s smile was now a full-blown grin, and your expression mirrored his. “Yeah?” He asked, the word carrying more meaning. You’re into this, right? 

“Yeah,” you exhaled as Spencer dropped his hands from your face, but your hands remained on his torso, not wanting to step away just yet. The syllable meant more coming from you, too. I’m really, very much, super into this. Please, for the love of god, kiss me again. 

Spencer arched a brow ever so slightly, and you nodded your head. 

Just like a dance, Spencer’s hands moved to your waist, and at the same time, you slid yours around his neck. He backed you up, completely disregarding his jacket on the sidewalk, until you were flush against the brick wall belonging to the bar. The brisk October breeze ruffled through his hair and yours, yet, suddenly, neither of you were terribly concerned about the weather. 

He kissed you again, and this time it wasn’t as timid. Slowly, at first, his lips pressed against yours, and then his tongue darted out. It teased your lips in silent invitation, and you opened them to grant him access. His hands were everywhere, your hips, your hair, your face. You had moved your own down to his torso again. He coaxed the tiniest little mewl out of your throat, a completely uncontrollable and inevitable noise. 

Spencer’s low, gravelly groan reverberated through your mouth. Your hands gripped the bottom half of his shirt, balling it up in tight, white-knuckled fists. An unmistakable hardness brushed against your thigh. You were perfectly content to stay right there, pinned against the exterior wall of a D.C. bar, but the sound of a car honking its horn peeled Spencer off of you. 

His face was flushed and you released his shirt from your grasp. He let out a small grunt, stepping away from you to grab his jacket off the ground, wrinkling it haphazardly in his hand, holding it strategically over his middle. 

Oh, he liked you a lot. 

“You okay, Spence?” You asked all-knowingly, cocking your head to the side, leaning against the wall, lifting a foot to plant against it. 

Spencer shot a set of narrowed eyes at you, as if noting your smirk and storing it for later. “Yeah, I’m great,” he said, obviously struggling a little bit. His eyes quickly left yours and looked everywhere but at you. 

You didn’t want to embarrass him too much. So you just crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the sidewalk. But the smirk on your face wasn’t going away quite so easily. You considered briefly trying to talk to him about baseball or something to try and help him out, but you decided pointing it out would just humiliate him. Plus, it was a nice little ego boost, knowing you could get him like that with just a simple touch. 

He took a second, but he finally cleared his throat and met your gaze. You sucked your front teeth with your tongue and then bit your lip. “Want me to call an Uber?” You asked. 

Spencer just nodded, and you pushed yourself off the wall, stepping over to join him, digging your phone out of your pocket to order the car. “You okay?” You asked him again after submitting the request on your phone. Spencer’s face was still flushed, but he just nodded and reached for your hand. “Careful,” you warned, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him. “Don’t want you having an-“

“Shut up,” Spencer cut you off, and you snickered. 

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You had never been in Spencer’s apartment before. It was unmistakably his, with stacks upon stacks of books in lieu of furniture. 

There was a sofa in his living room, along with a coffee table, a couple of lamps, and a television on a stand. The remaining space, besides a few spots here and there and a clear path with which to maneuver the room, was filled with books. 

You had never seen so many books in someone’s possession before. And sure, you were an avid reader yourself. But nothing like this. Your heart fluttered at the sight, not only because books simply just made you happy, but because it was an incredibly endearing detail about Spencer. Your Spencer. 

He shut and locked the door after you stepped inside, looking around with a childlike, awestruck grin. The TV had a thin layer of dust over the screen - he clearly didn’t use it often. And as you trailed a finger along the top of the nearest stack of books, you felt a pair of eyes watching your every move. 

You and Spencer had both been quiet in the Uber ride here. He had simply held your hand, swiping his thumb across the back of your palm every few seconds. You would occasionally meet his gaze, but then quickly, bashfully, look away, like the two of you were teenagers. 

It was so strange to think of what he had said to you - I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met. How had you not figured it out before now? 

You supposed you had been hiding your true feelings as well, so he was allowed to, too. 

There wasn’t any point in wishing to change the past, you reminded yourself. All you should be focusing on is right now. 

And right now, the street lamps peeked in through Spencer’s living room window, glinting off of his endless brown eyes and making them look like he had the moon in his irises. 

“So,” you said softly, not nearly as wicked as you had been when you were teasing him on the street by the bar. “This is where you live.” 

“Uh-huh,” Spencer bobbed his head, that awkward, straight-line smile crossing his face.

“Lot of books,” you pointed out. 

“Yep.” 

You arched a brow, a teasing smile crossing your face once again. “What’s with the monosyllabic conversation?” 

Spencer clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. “It’s just… really difficult to just stand here and not touch you,” he admitted, a sheepish smile crossing his face. 

You grinned. “You can touch me,” your voice dropped an octave, without you even really thinking about it. 

Spencer licked a canine with the tip of his tongue. God, that tongue. You remembered how he’d teased you less than an hour ago outside of the bar. “Maybe I will,” he shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. 

“You can’t really play it cool, right now, Spencer. Not when I just gave you a-“

“Please stop talking,” Spencer laughed, crossing the room and cupping your cheeks in his hands all in the same movement. You snickered and he kissed you and anything you might have been wanting to make fun of him for was forgotten about. 

You pressed your hands against his chest - holy pectorals, Batman - and craned your neck up so you could reach him. Spencer slid his own hands down your arms and to your hips, and you looped your arms around his neck. One palm flattened against the back of his head, holding him in place, fingers curling around pieces of his soft hair. 

Your heart was hammering away, and there was this aching, hot feeling that was pooling in your core and you all of a sudden felt hungry. Starving for Spencer, for every piece of him, for fully and finally crossing that line from friend to lover. An insatiable hunger for nearly every moment since you’d known him.

Finally you broke away from him, simply because oxygen was a necessity, and he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed and your fingers ground into his scalp. “Look at me,” he requested, his voice low. 

Your eyes opened obediently and one of Spencer Reid’s hands curled under your chin. His face moved away from yours but his gaze was locked on yours, a pinpoint, a Northern Star. 

And when Spencer spoke again, your knees buckled. 

“I want you.”

Your mouth fell open, ever so slightly, and you nodded. “I want you, too,” you whispered. 

“Are you still…?” He asked, his eyes searching yours. You’d had three drinks earlier that evening, after all, but you’d polished the last one off nearly an hour ago. Maybe not fully sober, but sober enough to know what you wanted. 

“I’m fine,” you assured him. 

Spencer inclined his head to the side. “You’re sure? Can you pass a sobriety test?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him before you realized he was being sarcastic. You stepped back from him, shrugging off his hands, and extended your arms, touching your nose with your left hand, then your right. Spencer just laughed, and reached out for you, tugging you back to him. “Okay,” he chuckled, planting a kiss on your neck. You let him. “You’re fine, then?”

“I’m fine,” you agreed, shrugging him out of his sweater vest, and then reaching for the buttons on his shirt underneath. 

Spencer kissed your neck as you fumbled with the buttons - how were buttons suddenly impossible to undo? Your head craned back just slightly on instinct, wanting - needing - to allow Spencer more access. Your dexterity had become abysmal at this point, and Spencer’s lips were kissing your neck, down your throat, teasing at your collarbone. “Spencer,” you managed to groan out, a wave of annoyance present in your tone. 

“What?” he asked, pulling back, concern filling his face. 

You realized you had actually worried him. “Oh, no, no,” you waved it away, and he visibly relaxed. “I’m just really frustrated, because… because your shirt,” you stammered, and Spencer’s mouth twitched up into a smirk. 

“My shirt,” he stated. 

“That one, right here,” You laughed softly, curling your fingers around the buttons. You managed to wiggle one free, then another. Spencer leaned forward to continue kissing your neck, but you held a hand up to stop him. “Hang on,” you murmured, working through another button, and one more. “I’m concentrating.” 

“You’re sticking your tongue out,” Spencer snickered. Your eyes met his and your cheeks flushed.

“I’m concentrating!” Your voice rose slightly in self-defense. Spencer’s hands went to your hips. 

“It’s adorable,” he told you. “You make the same face at work. When you’re in the middle of filling out a form or trying to open a new bottle of coffee creamer without spilling it,” Spencer rubbed circles in your hips and your fingers stopped working again. 

“You noticed that kind of stuff?” You asked softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

Spencer just nodded. “All the time.” 

I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met.

You inhaled sharply, finally undoing the last button.The skin beneath the shirt was pale, smooth, and perfect. And when he slid his arms through the sleeves and the shirt fell to the ground, you bit your lip, unable to help it. 

“Y/N?” 

You met Spencer’s gaze and let out this awkward little laugh. Embarrassing, really, if you hadn’t been in the company of your best friend. “You okay?” he asked, and you felt a little giddy as you nodded, moving your hands to his neck and standing on your toes to kiss him again. 

You didn’t know which direction the bedroom was in, so you just took a guess, pushing him back towards one of the doors. He kept his hands on your hips and his lips pressed against yours as he guided you, walking backwards, to the right door. You entered the bedroom and could not possibly be bothered to look around right now, not when Spencer was guiding you in a circle by merely touching your hips, not when the back of your knees hit what was unmistakably a mattress, not when you fell back against it. 

Your eyes were shut, unwilling to take in your surroundings as Spencer guided you onto your back. You toed off your shoes before lifting your legs, and Spencer hovered over you. Your lips were locked with his the entire time. And when you finally opened your eyes and you saw only Spencer, you grinned like a fool. 

Spencer’s fingers were like taking a shower. They were all over you - your hips, first, then your stomach, and you had to resist the urge to giggle because they tickled as he teased the bottom hem of your shirt up. You sat up slightly to get the blouse over your head and you watched him discard it onto the floor. And then his hands were over your chest, thumbs teasing under the wire of your bra, outlining the shapes of your breasts. 

Your breathing had gone heavy and staccato by this point, your body sinking into the mattress, shipwrecked as Spencer touched you. His eyes wandered over your and that little smile on his face was enough for you to know that he was immensely enjoying himself. 

“Can I…?” Spencer’s hands wandered down and gripped your pants as he looked into your eyes, a brow arched. 

You swallowed a lump in your throat and your blush appeared over your cheeks at the same time as his. “Yeah,” you whispered, and Spencer helped you wiggle out of your pants - black slacks, since you had gone straight from work to the bar. They were soon tossed to the floor, and you were only in your underwear and your bra. And Spencer’s brown eyes did not make you feel objectified or embarrassed, but safe. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he told you, seriously, and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“You-”

“I’m not done,” Spencer cut you off, lifting a hand to run his thumb down your chin. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re so kind, and smart, and funny. And I’d really like to show you how much I care about you,” he looked into your eyes as a sort of request. 

“I’m not on birth control,” You breathed out in response, feeling your cheeks redden for even bringing it up. Way to damper the mood. Still, you wanted to be responsible. “Do you have a c-”

Spencer’s soft smile turned into a wicked grin and he shook his head. “We’re not going to need one,” he promised, and after looking into his eyes for a moment, you understood. 

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Spencer had thoroughly worshiped you, until you quaked and cried out with absolutely no thought to how thin his apartment walls might be. Usually, you didn’t allow yourself to be the center of attention for too long, but Spencer had insisted, and, well, you couldn’t very well deny him what he wanted, right? 

Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your hair matted to the back of your neck, Spencer finally lay down beside you. Your breathing was just starting to come back to you as you turned on your side to face him. Spencer’s body mirrored yours, the tips of his fingers - those fingers - trailing up the side of your arm. “That was…” his voice was soft, gravelly, and he looked at you like you had anything to do with it. It was literally all him. “Incredible.” 

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out, unable to really focus on anything besides the curve of Spencer’s lips, the way the apples of his cheeks appeared when he smiled like this. Spencer kissed your lips, unlike any way he had before. All the other kisses tonight had been hungry and excited, exploratory and new. This one was lazy and slow and you let his tongue dance across yours, and when he finally pulled away, your nose scrunched up in delight. 

Your eyes traveled from his lips, down his neck, his collarbone, then back up, taking him in. The glow of his skin, the tired yet exhilarated look in his eyes. So different now than at the beginning of the night, when he’d looked at you with that slightly annoyed expression as you had tried to set him up with other women. You recalled how he had gone off to that group of three women right before you’d abandoned the bar, how he had struck out on purpose just to satiate your nagging. “What’d you say to those women tonight?” You asked him curiously, furrowing your brows at him. 

Spencer, in turn, arched his brows at you. “Why?” 

“Because I’m curious,” you said as his fingers continued to trail, feather-light, up and down your arm. You traced your thumb along his jawline, stopping at his chin. “You were obviously blowing it on purpose.” 

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I actually do have some game, despite what Morgan might say,” he said, his tone defensive. 

You snickered. “Sure you do, Spence. Took you, what, eight months, to get me in your bed?” 

Spencer shot a playful glare at you and pinched the skin on your arm. You squeaked in response and he just laughed. “I just asked them how they were doing tonight,” he said finally, and you knew just from the look on his face that he was lying. 

“You did not,” you pushed back. “Come on, Reid, spill it.” 

“Ok, fine,” Spencer heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes, sitting up in the bed, his back against the headboard. You sat up, too, looking at him with concern. Why was he so embarrassed? “I told them… Jesus.” Spencer rubbed the space between his brows with his thumb and his forefinger. “I told them I was here with a coworker that I had a massive crush on, and that you were trying to set me up with someone else,” he began. 

You started to smile. 

Spencer continued. “I told them that I had absolutely no interest in going home with anyone tonight, and that I had been purposefully striking out all night long because I couldn’t stand the thought of even trying to look at someone the way I look at you.” 

Your smile grew and you moved to sit on your knees, inching closer to Spencer and throwing one leg over him, effectively straddling him against the mattress. “So I asked them,” Spencer continued, his lips turning slowly from an exasperated frown to a small smile. “I asked them if they could just look at me like I had said something stupid, and then I would leave them alone.” 

“Did they say anything to that?” You asked as Spencer’s hands found your hips, contouring to match the curves into the small of your back. 

Spencer’s voice got slightly lower, more serious, when he said, “The girl in the middle did. She said ‘that girl definitely has feelings for you, too’. And then they did what I asked, and I walked back over to you.” 

“She did not say that,” you rolled your eyes, just as Spencer kissed your lips. 

“I have an eidetic memory, Y/N,” he reminded you in a low whisper, as his lips lingered against yours. “Would I lie to you about that?” 

[starsunderwaterr]

Sleeping with the Idols + Agent 8 + Cap’n 3! (pt. 3)

Here is the third part in this series!! I decided to do both the female and male Agent 8 because I feel like the two of them both have different personalities despite being the same person...but anywho!

Update: this part was supposed to have Cap’n 3 in it but their part was getting so damn long that I had to give them their own part #girlboss

I hope you all enjoy!! 

(Y/N) — your name

(N/N) — nickname

All characters involved are 18+

Minors DNI

Warnings: swearing

Agent 8 (Eight)! [female]

The babeyyyy,,,,the absolute wholesome babeyyyy

Coming from Deep Sea Metro and never really having much knowledge of physical contact before it takes her time, but she grows to love cuddling and snuggling as you introduce her to it, even if it’s been almost 6 years since Octo Expansion

Don’t get me wrong, she knew of hugging and things like that, but never really had time because she was so busy being controlled :’<

Take it slow,,,,pls!

Baby girl isn’t used to so much at once, so it’s best if you just ease into it and let her come to you

Starts out by letting her stay in your apartment after Pearl and Marina get too busy with Off the Hook stuff

You let her take the bed at night, and for the first few nights, it seems like she’s doing okay with it

But then, on maybe the fourth or fifth night, you heard faint whimpering from your bedroom, which soon escalated into a scream

Right as you were about to get up, Eight came bolting out of your room, frantically searching for you

You managed to grasp her hands, but she rejected them, instead flinging her arms around your torso in a vice grip. She needed all of you right now

“It was so scary, (Y/N). I did not make it...” She cried, clutching your shirt tightly

You frowned, feeling immense guilt. You were there that day, and you did everything you could to try and help. You and Eight had become really close along the way as you traveled with her and Cap’n Cuttlefish

You hugged her back, resting your head on top of hers, rubbing her back with one hand, “It’s okay, Eight. You made it. You’re safe.”

She looked up at you, teary-eyed, “Please stay with me.”

After that night, she had to have you there with her at bedtime

She was so scared of waking up and you (the most important person in her life) being gone forever, as so many loved ones had disappeared in DSM

Keep in mind, this is also her first time living with you, so you spend more time together, which means that her fears escalate more than they did in the past when you lived separately

She likes to lay facing you, oftentimes holding onto your torso or even just your hand and tangling her legs with yours

For her, the more contact, the better, as it comforts her

Even if you’ve kissed her a million times, she still gets flustered when you give her a goodnight kiss, even if it’s only on the forehead or the cheek

Will always say “I love you” before falling asleep because she knows the weight of the phrase

The two of you were getting ready to rest for the night, laying down on your side facing Eight

She grabbed your hand, holding it tight with her adorable smile

You pressed a kiss to her lips, and right as you were about to speak, she beat you to it

“I love you!” You giggled, repeating it back, “I love you, too. Goodnight, Eight”

Girl can sleep happy now :’>

She’s so grateful for you...like fr fr

Agent 8 (Eight)! [male]

Ugh this little lad

You met him three years after Octo Expansion, being introduced at a very not-so-secretive-but-secretive-because-Pearl-said-so agent meeting at her house 

You had caught on and knew too much, and Pearl and the rest of the Splatoon finally realized and trusted that you would hold this information secretly and confidentially 

Instantly fell in love with how sweet he was

Is super affectionate with you and loves to give you hugs and kisses, especially on your cheeks

Is obsessed with your cheeks

His words, man

“Your cheeks are so...squish”

Needless to say, you had a good laugh and had to teach him how adjectives work

Would give anything to hold you awake and in his dreams (double happy, as he calls it)

When it’s time for bed, he actually isn’t all over you like it sounds he is

He likes his space just as much as you do, but he still makes sure to have at least one body part touching you so he knows you’re there

Will search for one too it’s so cute—

Will not say no to snuggling if you want it, though, because if he wasn’t already affectionate, octolings as a whole are super affectionate towards their loved ones

Nuzzles his face against yours and will sleep like that with you

Expect a lot of kitten pile esc sleeping with him

Loves when you get more needy and want to hold onto him bc he thinks it’s the cutest thing to see you snoring into his neck

Is a literal space heater I swear—

Now, I’m not gonna shy away from this man’s bad days

Of course he gets nightmares and panic attacks over his past, but he’s very good at downplaying it and hiding it

But sometimes, he’s not, and that’s when you can finally step in and help your partner

You guys were hanging out, dozing off on each other when a segment of a show you were watching struck a cord in him

It was a comment mentioning the word “tartar” and immediately he piped up, the drowsiness gone, and his eyes glazing over in a daze as he started to breathe heavier

You took notice, waving your hand in front of his face, trying to get him to respond

“Hey...Eight...? Are you okay?”

It was almost like he snapped out of a trance, because he instantly calmed down, breaking a smile “Yeah, I’m okay…I…I promise”

But you could still see the fear and could feel him shaking against you

Knowing that he was stubborn, you tried your best to help him, even if he wouldn’t admit it

“Eight, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.” You grabbed his face, gently, and looked into his eyes, trying to gain his attention

This poor baby tried to keep it together so bad bro

His eyes filled with tears, and he let out a laugh to try and stop, but you hugged him close, and he spilled

It took a long time, and luckily, this episode wasn’t bad (not like some of the others), so he was receptive to your touch and took the steps with you to calm down and stay grounded

It always ends with him being the little spoon in your arms, his tear-stained face being cradled

Mumbles the most adorable, quiet “I love yous” after flashbacks because he’s exhausted beyond all belief but needs to tell you before passing out

Loves you so much man 🥺

[piles-of-paper-and-pens]

Soooo i saw your stuff, must i say KEEP IT UP!! anyways may i please ask for agent 8 x reader but platonic???? If not go for romance i do not mind what you provide as long as its agent 8!! Maybe them going to a concert or mall???? i thank you for making them splatoon x readers and hope to see more from you!!!

ahhh... agent 8 is new to the squid world. everything is so different from the deepsea metro and the octarian military! you took them shopping for the first time and told them to pick out anything they wanted. they were to cautious at first, as if they'd pick the wrong choice. it was saddening when you saw it happen.

"as long as you like it, there is no wrong choice." you told them.

they seemed to ponder that for a quick second before picking out a cute top. you introduced them to new music and browse fashion magazines constantly to help them expand their identity.

thank you...

"no problem, eight."

[javierpena-inatacvest]

It's Never Too Late Masterlist

Summary: You are an elementary school teacher who just moved to Texas for a fresh start when you meet a very handsome man from the Laredo Sheriff's Department coming to give your class a presentation.

After your co-workers pull some strings for you to meet again, you and Javier Peña find yourselves falling head over heels for each other.

Story takes place post Narcos Season 3 in Laredo, Texas, starting May 1997.

Paring: Javier Peña x OFC (Reader is an elementary school teacher whose nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ chapters containing marked with * and each chapter will also have its own warnings), language, fluff, romantic comedy, reader has physical descriptions, Javi being so soft and getting all the love and affection he deserves, you two being the biggest weirdos so in love

Status: Ongoing

Let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for new chapters as they come out! :)

Main Story:

Chapter 1: I D.A.R.E. You

Chapter 2: What's Cookin', Good Lookin'?

Chapter 3: I Wanna Be With You Everywhere*

Chapter 4: Add You To My List*

Chapter 5: You're The One That I Want*

Chapter 6: Dinosaurs, Dates and Diners, Oh My!*

Chapter 7: School's Out for Summer*

Chapter 8: My Favorite Cowboy*

Chapter 8.5: 007- Peña, Agent Peña*

Chapter 9: I Promise*

Chapter 10: Happy Birthday, Javi*

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Chapter 11: Abe Froman, Sausage King of Chicago *

Chapter 12: I Love You. I Know. *

Chapter 13: There's No Place Like Home*

Chapter 14: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas*

Chapter 15: She Shoots, She Scores*

Chapter 16: The Lone Star State*

Chapter 17: No Ifs, Ands, Or Butts*

Chapter 18: Hole in None*

Chapter 19: Good Luck, and Goodnight*

Chapter 20: I Do

Pt. 1*

Pt. 2*

Spin-Off Series:

Forever and Always*: Slices of life following the Peña family after their first child

One Shots (In chronological order of the main storyline):

Movie Night*

Dirty Laundry*

Again*

You're My Home*

Not Yet*

Happy Valentine's Day, Javier Peña*

The Mouse and the Motorcycle

You Make Life Worth It

Take Me Home

Plaid Pajama Morning

Agent Peña*

Every Inch*

Soup for Breakfast

Whatever My Wife Wants*

Oh, Baby

Peanut Butter and Pickles

Asks/Headcannons:

Javi and Osita before work

Javi's DEA Jacket

Javi's Tac Vest

Javi and Osita when they argue

Javi being distractingly cute

Javi when he's sick

Osita when she's pregnant

Osita after a bad day at work

Javi coming home after work to his kids

Extras:

NSFW Alphabet- Javi and Osita

1K Followers Celebration Asks and Answers

Never Too Late Playlist

Mood board

[raventreehouse]

Oh look! A new chapter! How wonderful >:3 hope yall enjoy!

@starsunderwaterr get tagged so you can reblog >:3

[samkerrworshipper]

how did it end? | arsenal x reader

warnings: suicidal themes, self harm, alcohol abuse, depression

um yeah lol feel grateful for this because i’m going to go ghost mode for the rest of the week! to the anons who have a problem with my writing, don’t fucking read this if it’s such a problem, in fact don’t read any of my stuff at all, my page is a better place without you.

Everything about the day had felt wrong.

Everything about your last month had felt wrong, really the whole year if you thought about it.

It had all started after a blindside move from your home club. Leaving Rsenal had been the worst thing that had ever happened, but you’d known it was coming after they’d signed Russo. There was only so much room for strikers on the team, and your contract happened to be out as the summer started, leaving you as a free agent.

Somehow, you’d ended up at PSG, which you still didn’t understand. There had been offers everwhere, Lyon, Real Madrid, Man City, Chelsea, Bayern, Wolfsburg, yet your manager had fucked you and gone for PSG.

It had been a clusterfuck from the day you’d arrived, the language barrier, your horrible mental state, the different playing structure, the weather, your lonely apartment, the lack of friendships, the lack of support.

It had taken a month before you’d crashed and burned, withdrawing yourself from both club and national team. You’d been lower then low, sadder then sad, completely withdrawn from your own life. You wish you’d stayed, you wish that none of it had of happened, because maybe life wouldn’t have turned out the way it had, maybe you’d be happier.

Your Arsenal teammates had visited as often as the schedule permitted, helped you move your whole life from one country to the other, but at the end of the day you were still hundreds of miles away from them.

You’d stopped answering their calls after a few weeks, too consumed with the completely inebriating struggle that you were going through in Paris, trying to stay true to yourself whilst being so far in the deep end of the pool that you were struggling to keep your head above the water.

After the call to Sarina and the call to your manager it had made more sense for you to return to London, even if it had pained you to do so.

Not a month after you’d packed your whole life away against your will, you were packing it all back up.

You didn’t like what happened in Paris, you weren’t proud of it, all you wanted was to get back to your house in St. Albans, but you were also terrified of what your ‘home’ looked like now. It wasn’t the same place it had been for the last 8 years, you didn’t have your bestfriends as teammates more, you didn’t have any teammates, you were unofficially, self-decidedly, retired. Sarina had begged for you to return, tried to reckon with you, but you were done, your love for the game had died in Paris and you had no desire to re-open the wounds that had been torn into your skin in France.

You didn’t tell anyone, you just hoped that you’d be able to avoid everyone for as long as possible, that you’d just be able to slowly become nonexistent and become forgotten by everyone from the past 20 years of your life, but you were aware that life didn’t work that way.

You were sick of all the pain you were going through, all the suffering that you were being forced to endure for no good reason. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, you didn’t feel like you had anybody to talk to about it, it was just you nowadays.

That was how you spent most of your nights, alone.

Alone with a bottle of your posion of choice sitting on your bathroom floor.

It was the only thing that made it all better nowadays, the feeling of alcohol slipping down your throat, typically with a razor blade in your other hand.

There was something satisfying about it all, something perfect about being perfectly intoxicated with a sliver of metal between your finger tips.

On this particular day, you knew you’d drunk to much, but it had all been wrong. You’d woken up with a headache, in your shower, the tiles of your floor stained with your own blood. It wasn’t a uncommon place for you to wake up anymore, but everything about it felt wrong. Your head was aching in a way it never had, your whole body was hurting and for some reason it all just felt off.

You went about your normal routine, pushing the temperature of your shower to as hot as it would go, finding peace in the blistering water falling down across your skin. Once your skin was bright red you’d climb out, falling into your bed to help to sleep off the rift that the hangover had left inside of you. Around midday you would climb out of your bed, slipping out from the covers to enjoy your few hours of life that your days now gave you. Sometimes it would be spent in your kitchen, trying your hardest to piece together some kind of sustenance, other days making and eating food was too hard. On this particular day, you forgoed your kitchen, instead opting to walk straight past it and out onto your patio, as per the usual london weather, it was pouring down, but you didn’t mind too much.

The rain was nice, it reminded you that not everything in life was pretty, your life certainly wasn’t pretty anymore. Rain was a reminder that everyday could be turned upside down just based off of something that was completely out of anybodys control.

After deciding it was a bit too wet to enjoy the outdoors you tracked your way back indoors, your bare feet creasing and digging into the hard, cold wood floors of your home. You eyed off your uncomfortable couch, the one that your manager had found on facebook marketplace which was the most uncomfortable piece of furniture you thought could be bought. It kind of felt like a metaphor for you, you’d been bought, and it had been the worst decision PSG had made, and you were destined, just like the couch, to be thrown away without anybody really knowing or caring.

You walked straight past the couch and back to your bed, there wasn’t any living for you to do today, it just felt that way, so you pulled the covers back over your body and enjoyed the moment of peace that your bed gave you.

It didn’t last long, your body relaxing into the mattress for a few seconds before the restlessness took over. It was like that nowadays, your body never able to stop. You figured it was probably a result of your body going from pushing its limits everyday, mentally and physically to you doing absolutely nothing. Previously, when you’d been in a depressive episode you would sleep all day, no matter what had been happening, but not anymore. Now, you had to drink yourself into oblivion before your body would force itself to relax, you could be as exhausted and tired as you wanted but your body just wouldn’t let you sleep.

Your brain convinced you that your mattress was the lumpiest mattress made, when you really knew you’d hand picked it for it’s comfort. You brain tricked you into feeling like all of your curtains were wide open on a summers day when really they were drawn closed. Your mind was playing tricks on you and you didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t.

That’s how you’d ended up on your bathroom floor so early, the overwhelming need for you to fix the pain becoming too much for you. With a bottle of vodka in one hand and your scared silver blade in the other you finally found yourself at peace.

The stomachache and burn of the vodka going down your throat didn’t truly matter, not when you were staring down at the thin criss cross of lines all over your thighs.

Some were healed, some were thick, some were thin, some were sore. They all told a different story. Thighs were the easiest, less arteries, good to hide, disguisable. They didn’t bleed the same way wrists did, they bled slow and painfully, a couple of lines never hurt you.

With the mix of last nights alcohol though and the new vodka mixed with the sight of blood you found yourself feeling woozy.

You hadn’t always been a cutter, self-harm hadn’t always been your vice. It had always been football. From the minute the ball was at your feet it had been football, and you wouldn’t of had it any other way. It had been your everything, football had been your life and until it had been taken from you, you hadn’t understood the true magnitude of what that meant. Your life had no purpose, no substance, nothing, without your game. Football had been the only thing you were good at, and you were extremely good at it. You’d given up on school in pursuit of your footballing career and it had been worth it, up until now.

Now your life was nothing but a big mess.

You wished it had worked out in Paris, you wished that you’d been able to farewell London and make a new home in France, but it hadn’t meant to be. All of your talent, all of your love, all of your passion, it was all for nothing now. Everything you’d ever done amounted to nothing, you were nothing without a pair of boots on your feet and a football in front of you.

You were never going to be the same again, it was all different now, and you were man enough to admit that you missed what you’d had. There were things that you lost in life, in the heartbreak and the struggles, you just hadn’t expected that you would lose the meaning of your life in the process. You had a hard time understanding why it had to happen to you, why you’d been the unlucky one. You paid your dues, you’d woken up at 5am every single morning to run drills, you’d worked your ass of and yet here you were, drunk on your bathroom floor wishing that you were gone.

Once upon a time you’d believed that a person would do anything for the thing that they loved most in the world, but you didn’t believe ion that anymore, love was supposed to be the most powerful thing on earth, and yet it had failed you.

It was funny because you could drink all of the alcohol you wanted but it never made you forget about what you’d lost. The hundreds of memories of football over the years, Arsenal, it had all been Arsenal. You’d been the kind of player where you’d always been one club, from academy all the way through to the senior team, you bled arsenal. Nobody even asked you what your dream team was, because it had always been Arsenal, you hadn’t had eyes for anywhere else. Yet you’d been thrown away like nothing.

You’d loved playing for Arsenal, when you put your jersey on at the beginning of every game you felt ten times stronger, qall of your bestest friends had been at Arsenal, your bridesmaids, your for life friends, and yet now it all felt like you were drifting away.

For the longest time you’d chosen the good options, the healthy options, what was right.

Now though, you chose destruction.

You sleep when your blackout drunk.

You drink caffeine late at night.

You stay awake until your eyes burn.

You always say yes to whatever vice your brain can think of.

You drink water instead of food and vodka instead of water,

You’re isolated beyond the point of it being okay, nowadays you spend more time with yourself then anybody else.

Maybe it was the vodka that made you feel particularly adventurous, or the scent of your own blood seeping across your skin, but whatever it was it somehow inclined you to reach for your phone which was rested on the tiles besides you.

You’d turned your notifications off long ago, as soon as the trade had come through.

You’d ignored everyone’s messages for the sake of preserving your own mental state, you couldn’t deal with the constant back and forth of trying to keep friendships which felt like had already gone.

You were more intoxicated than normal, or that was how you rationalized your behaviour, because there really wasn’t any other explanation to it, unless all of the emotions from the last few months had suddenly hit you a lot harder then normal.

But you were sick of being alone, you knew that, you’d been alone for far too long.

Maybe the alcohol had pushed that to the forefront to your mind, or you’d just become inherently desperate.

Your phone rang, the sound vibrating against the tile floor of the bathroom, amplifying it to your ears, the noise ringing out in your ear canal.

It didn’t take long for the ringing to cease, the sound of silence absorbing around you.

“y/n? Is that you?”

You blinked a few times, swallowing down the final remnants of your last swig of vodka.

“Hey.”

Your voice was shaky, from the days of not saying any words at all, you didn;t have any reason to speak if you were all by yourself.

“Hi.”

The silence stayed thick, obviously neither of you unsure about what to say.

“Are you okay, no ones heard anything from you in a few weeks.”

You’d vanished, for the good of yourself.

“I wish I’d stayed, le.”

Their was a deep breath exhaled from the other side of the line.

“I wish you’d stayed too, y/n.”

You couldn’t think of a single positive that had come from you leaving, not a single one.

“I wish I’d stayed now, I wish I’d been given the chance.”

You could fele the tears building up in the corners of your eyes.

“Me too, y/n.”

The tears were falling, the water falling from your cheeks falling onto the blood on your legs, the two liquids mixing together, the blood turning into red as they two mixed, blood did run thicker than water.

“I wish i’d stayed le, I wish none of this had happened.”

You didn’t want to know what the blonde on the other side of the phone was thinking about at this moment, you weren;t thinking about her, just yourself.

“Hold in there kid, for me, it’s all going to work itself out.”

There was no working it out, this was the end for you.

“I can’t do it anymore, I can’t pretend that i wish I hadn’t of stayed, that I don’t spend everyday regretting it, I want it all back.”

You pushed the blade down against your skin again.

Drawing the metal against your skin until the blood had begun to pool at the base of the two or three inch line.

“Where are you kid, are you in Paris? Do you need me to send someone to come and check on you? You shouldn’t be drinking like this by yourself, especially not in season.”

There wasn’t a season for you anymore, you were free, you could do whatever you pleased.

“I’m at home, and I’m fine.”

You pulled the blade up, and onto a new patch of skin, it was all littered with past scars, raised white lines.

“You don’t sound fine kid, I have plenty of friends in France, don’t make me get them to come and hunt you down.”

Her voice was an attempt at threatening, but it sounded more worried then anything.

“I’m not in Paris, I left after my contract was annulled.”

Annulled aka we’re letting you go without any pay but you still technically belong to us until the length of your contract is up.

“Annulled?”

You would have thought Sarina would have told the team, but apparently not.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m retired.”

Retired was not a word that you thought should fall from a twenty four year olds mouth, but here you were.

“Retired? Where are you, y/n?”

You supposed the alcohol might have been making your tongue a little bit looser.

“In my house, in my bathroom.”

Another deep exhale, you could just picture the woman pinching the bridge of her nose, maybe even frowning.

“Your house, where?”

You picked up the bottle of alcohol, taking a break from the razor blade to allow the vodka to ease back down your oesophagus.

“St Albans.”

The line went silent for a few seconds.

“You’re back home, since when?”

Another sip of your vodka.

“Couple of weeks, France wasn’t for me.”

France was the end of you.

“How much have you been drinking? You sound awful.”

You didn’t think you sounded that bad, but you also supposed a sober person would have a different perspective.

“Vodka, feels good le.”

Another deep exhale.

“I’m going to come over.”

Rustling on the other side of the phone.

“I’m fine, I’m good, you don’t need to come over.”

You were lying to both yourself and Leah.

“You aren’t fine, you aren’t good, and even if you want to tell yourself you are, I need to see you in real life because for the last months I’ve thought you were as good as dead. Are you safe, y/n?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question, you hadn’t felt safe with yourself in what felt like forever.

“I’m not unsafe.”

More rustling on the other side of the line.

“Do I need to bring somebody with me? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

You thought about it for a few seconds.

“I’m okay Le.”

The alcohol made you feel more okay then you had been, so you supposed it wasn;t fully a lie.

“You’re drunk at 6pm, I don’t think you are fine. I’m going to go get Viv, she knows how to deal with you when you’re spiralling, I’m going to stay on the phone with you and ask you some questions, okay, I’m walking out to my car now.”

You nodded your head, the realized that Leah wasn’t in front of you.

“Answer me honestly, are you safe right now, do you feel safe?”

You didn’t feel unsafe, you kewn by the looks of things, you were in a unsafe position. Alcohol and self harm wasn’t exactly the safest thing, but you felt at peace, and you knew that you weren’t causing any serious bodily harm to yourself.

“Depends on your perspective.”

You heard the sound of car doors.

“Okay, I’ll break it down, hmm? Are you within arms reach of something that could cause harm to you or others?”

Fuck.

“Yes.”

The sound of the phone connecting to bluetooth and keys in a ignition.

“What?”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek.

“Bottle of vodka and a blade.”

It wasn’t hard for you to admit, not when this had been how you’d spent all of your nights the last while.

“What kind of blade?”

You wished you’d stayed, you wished you weren’t in this position.

“Razor.”

You could feel the bile rising in your throat, whether it was alcohol related or from the cosntant questions.

“Alright, I want you to push them both as far away from you as possible, don’t look at them, don’t think about them, think about me. Now, have you caused yourself any harm?”

God, if you’d been able to stay none of this would be happening, none of it.

“Some cuts, le I think I’m going to be sick.”

The tears were full throttle, the sound of somebody’s voice that you’d missed so much in your ears and the vomit bottling itself up in your throat.

“Go to the toilet bowl, let it out.”

The taste of bile in your throat was never going to be something you enjoyed, the feeling of the new cuts along your thighs creasing as you crouched over the bowl stinging in a way that reawakened you.

The vomiting didn’t really stop, the continuous gagging being the only sound in your bathroom, beside the sound of Leah’s car.

Eventually, you finished, all of the clearish liquid mixed with your stomach acid sitting at the bottom of the bowl like a disgusting soup.

You laid down against your tiles, enjoying the cold that covered your skin.

Viv must have been picked up, because you could hear her and Beth talking in the background, beth, happy beth, beth who had once been your bestest friend.

“Bubba, you still with us, we’re just around the corner.”

You let out a groan in aggreance.

They continued to talk to you, allowing you to reply with different huffs and noises as they neared closer and closer to your home.

You ignored the hit of endorphins that you felt melt across you at the sound of your front door unlocking, Leah had kept your key, clearly.

It was a few seconds before your bathroom was crowded by the presence of your past teammates, the three sets of eyes all falling on you.

“Beth, go get a wet handwasher, Leah go get her some water.”

Viv’s voice was soft, but commanding, her body immediately gravitating to your own.

She crouched down beside you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you upwards, bringing you eye to eye with her.

“It’s good to have you back.”

You burst into tears, you’d hated being in St Albans out of fear that you’d be rejected, that you’d be told to go back to France, and yet here you were being welcomed back with open arms.

“I wish I’d stayed vivi, I wish I’d stayed, I wish none of this had happened, I want it all back, I want my life back. I can’t do this life anymore.”

Viv brought you into her arms.

“I know liefje, I know, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to figure it out, but we need to get you safe first, and this isn’t it. You need to be in a better place.”

If Viv had a problem with the way thart you clinged to her clothes, literally holding on for dear life, then she didn’t brign it up.

“You could have called one of us earlier you know, when you were struggling in France. You could have called me, you know I’ve been where you are, I’ve moved and hated every single part of it, we could have helped you before it had gotten this bad.”

You shook your head.

“Nobody could have helped me vivi, nothing could have helped me, I was done, I’m done.”

Viv nodded into you.

“We’ve got to get you cleaned up, and then you’ll go back to Leah’s house, and then we’ll work on fixing this, okay, Kyra’s going to be so happy to know you’re back, she’s missed you, the bloody kid hasn’t shut up about you and she only knew you for a week. Kim’s been contacting everybody, trying to figure out where you were, her little protege, she’s been hardly functioning, we all have been, you can’t just disappear on us like that, you had us all worried sick.”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Really?”

Viv let go of you a bit, to get a proper look at you.

“Just because you’re forced to leave doesn’t make you any less Arsenal. You can take the girl out of arsenal but not arsenal out of the girl. No matter where you go, or what you do, you’re always going to be one of us.”

You could feel more tears beginning to form.

“I don’t know how it could have ended how it did vivi.”

You felt the Dutch take a deep breath.

“I don’t know either, but we’ve got you alright, we’ve got you now, we won’t let you leave, your staying with us forever, you took a year off of my life for everyday that you ghosted us.”

You looked down and around you, at the mostly empty vodka bottle, the blood, the scars, it all, and you didn’t know how it had all ended up like this.

“How did it all end vivi?”

Viv looked at you, just as lost as you felt.

“We’re going to figure it out.”

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just thought i’d end this with a little etiquette lesson for any anons xo

if you feel like dropping hate over this in my inbox… don’t.

if you feel like having a go at me for this fic… don’t.

if you feel like making personally rude arguments about me… don’t.

if you feel like having a go at for me for expressing my struggles with writing and sometimes making mistakes… don’t.

just don’t. go touch some grass, go for a run, buy a new fucking vibrator. i can guarantee you will get more pleasure from a good orgasm then dropping aimless hate in my inbox.