#luke & lily angst

[talkfastromance4]

Moodswings--Luke&Lily oneshot

a/n: this is before Lily's birthday (and will be posted before it on the masterlist) I'm sorry it's been so choppy with the timeline but thank you for being patient and understanding!

warnings: therapy, discussion of miscarriage. this is heavy right off from the beginning so read with caution. I don't go into too much detail but it's still a sensitive topic. smut is implied, female receiving oral and this is a lot of ANGST

word count: 3.5k

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feedback is always welcome! Enjoy!

Mid August–Wednesday 3:00 p.m

You stare at the clock on the wall as it ticks and tocks, your arms are crossed over your chest and your mind is wandering. The ticking of the clock reminds you of the one in your room at the hospital, waiting for answers, waiting for absolution, waiting for a miracle. 

It’s been three weeks since you lost the baby. Three weeks of questions. Three weeks of self-doubt. Three weeks of going through the motions of your life. 

Doctor Wilson said there’s never a sure answer for why some pregnancies don’t take and assured you that it was nothing you did or didn’t do. You know she’s right but you still feel like you’re part of the blame. She’s the one who recommended you and Luke should see a counselor. 

“It’s a loss, a very unexpected one and it may be hard to navigate the grieving process,” Dr. Wilson had said. 

And so, here you are on a Wednesday at 3:00 with Luke sitting next to you on a brown leather couch. The walls are green, the floor made of wood and Dr. Martin removes her glasses from her face.

“y/n, do you need me to repeat the question?”

“Hm?” you ask, focusing back on her by hearing your name. Luke sighs next to you, you notice his finger is spinning the wedding band on his finger. 

“How are you feeling today?”

“Same as everyday,” you shrug. 

“Which is?” 

“I feel everything and nothing all at once.”

“Have you and Luke discussed what happened–”

“No.”

“She never wants to.”

“I don’t know how to say it to make you understand–”

“You don’t even try to talk to me!” 

“Because all you do is coddle me! I can’t–”

“All right, all right, one at a time,” Dr. Martin interrupts.

You huff and cross your arms tighter around yourself, Luke rubs at his face then pulls his fingers through his hair. 

“Luke, what do you want to discuss with y/n?”

“Anything at this point. She hasn’t been the same and I understand that to a degree but I don’t like being shut out. I hate to see her hurting like this and I can’t do anything. I don’t know what to do. And she won’t tell me because she thinks I won’t understand and I…it’s a vicious cycle.”

“How’re the kids?”

“On edge,” Luke answers as you stare at the corner of the coffee table. “They know there’s something going on, can sense y/n isn’t…herself. Lily’s the hardest, she’s mirroring y/n.”

“And did you tell Lily what happened?” 

“We did, she asked a lot of questions and I think she understands. It’s hard for her, too, I know she hates seeing y/n like this as much as I do.” 

“Has your relationship changed with Lily, y/n?” Dr. Martin directs the question to you this time.

“No, she still helps out like always.”

“Have you talked to her about your feelings? You said in our first meeting that she often feels left out–”

“I’m not disregarding my children,” you defend automatically. “I love them more than anything. I’m trying to–trying to find a way–” you shake your head then press your fingers to your forehead. 

“What you went through was a traumatic experience, your brain is surviving the way it thinks it should. It doesn’t make sense and it may never will.”

Friday 3:00 p.m

“I’ve reviewed all of our notes from our sessions and the main problem is communication,” Dr. Martin says at your next session. Luke grunts but tries to pass it off as a cough, you flick your eyes at him. “And–as backwards as this sounds–I think you two should go two weeks without talking to each other.”

“I’m sorry,” Luke shifts in his place on the couch, “come again?”

“Our main problem is communicating so to solve that is to…not communicate?” you reiterate.

“Yes, I’ve found that in most marriages when a short separation–”

“Separation?!” Luke yells.

“We’re separated enough because of his job, this is just an emotional block,” you say staring frantically between Luke and Dr. Martin.

“How exactly is this going to help?” 

“We have three children with altering schedules, how are we supposed to do that and not speak with each other?”

“Talking about the children’s schedules is fine. Two weeks without personal conversation, maybe even sleeping in different rooms might help both of you decipher your emotions and help to discuss them.”

Dr. Martin drones on and on about the successes of the other couples she’s helped that have done no communication for two weeks but your mind was rattling. It kept circling back to ‘separation.’ You don’t want a separation, that’s the complete opposite of what you want, but you also can’t talk about what you’re feeling quite yet. Would it really help? 

You and Luke walk out of the session dumbfounded after confirming with Dr. Martin you will see her in two weeks to go over how it went and if there was progress. The car ride is silent as you’re both lost in your own thoughts and when Luke parks in Ashton’s driveway (where the kids are) you sit in silence.

“What do you think?” Luke finally asks.

“I think it’s dumb. We aren’t communicating well and her solution is to stop it altogether and be separated? How is that going to work?”

“What if we tried it?” he asks quietly. Your heart plummets to your stomach.

“You can’t be serious,” you deadpan, staring at him but he keeps his eyes on his hands in his lap. “Luke…you’ve said I don’t tell you things–”

“I don’t tell you a lot of things either. Maybe in some weird twisted way, not telling each other anything will break that barrier for when we finally do talk to each other.”

“We’re with the kids together everyday, Luke. Lily is going to catch on we’re not speaking and that’s going to upset her–this is insane Luke!”

“I agree, it is insane. But let’s just give it a go, okay?” he looks up then touches your cheek with the back of his fingers. “I love you more than anything in the world, lovie. We’ve drifted a little and I want to be us again.”

“I want that, too,” you whisper holding his gaze. “What will we tell the kids?”

“We’ll talk in front of them but only to them.”

“We’re really doing this?”

“Yes.”

You sigh and take hold of his hand that’s on your cheek, linking your fingers together. You give him a squeeze. “Okay. No talking or sleeping together for two weeks.”

And you bolted out of the car.

***

It was hard watching Luke gather his pillows and night things from your room to transition  into the basement where you now had the guest room. Since you couldn’t talk, you watched him in silence and the half smile he gave you as he left carved a hole in your heart, only adding to the other holes that have formed from the blows you’re constantly taking. 

You missed waking up next to him on day one. Normally you would roll over and he’d already be awake waiting for you to face him and he’d take your face in his hand giving you a gentle kiss. You stared at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth instead of over at Luke’s tired eyes and frothy toothpaste smile. 

Lily is over by Cory so it’s just Posy and Oliver home, you can hear him making noises from his room and the soft sound of Bluey playing downstairs in the living room. Posy loves Bluey. Oliver is standing along the railing of his crib when you enter his room, his eyes trying to focus on you without his glasses. 

“Hi my sweet boy,” you smile and place his glasses on his face. His little hands reach for you and he’s humming something that sort of sounds like ‘mama’. “Are you saying ‘mama’? Mama, mama.” 

“Mmm…aaah!” he responds but it’s more of a whisper, an echo of what he’s trying to say. 

“Almost,” you smile at him and kiss his forehead. 

After changing Oliver’s diaper you head downstairs and Luke is in the kitchen making waffles, probably a request from Posy. 

“Hi mommy!” Posy waves from her spot on the couch. She has her purple elephant and blanket from her bed wrapped around her, her hair a mess.

“Morning Posy-girl,” you smile, setting Oliver next to her. “Can you watch your brother while I get his breakfast?”

“Okay. Look at Bluey Olly,” she says hugging her brother close. He leans against her and focuses on the tv screen.

When you enter the kitchen, you and Luke pass glances but don’t say anything. You inhale as you open the fridge to retrieve Oliver’s breakfast. The two of you move around like foreign planets. 

It was hard at dinnertime to be sitting across from each other and to be using the kids as buffers for conversation. You told Crystal about the no communication thing when you were visiting her on Sunday while Luke picked Lily up from Cory’s. 

“Do you think it’s helping?” she asks, adjusting Maddox on her lap while you have Chloe on yours. 

“I don’t know. I hate sleeping without him. I’ve done it hundreds of times while he’s touring but this is different when I know he’s right in the house.” 

“And how’s Olly with his talking?” 

“The same,” you sigh, “Dr. Wilson says we should keep talking to him like we have been. It is common in preemies for their speech to be delayed. She even suggested we start learning sign language to help him tell us what he wants.”

“That’s a great idea. His hearing is okay though?”

��Yeah, he knows his name and our names. I think we will start sign language in a week and a half which is good because Luke and I will be talking again.” 

“Will you tell him all you’ve been feeling since the miscarriage?” she asks softly. 

“I’ll try to,” you shrug gazing into Chloe’s perfect little face, “it’s hard to talk about even though I think about it all the time.”

***

When the two weeks are up you woke up with that knowledge because you’ve been counting down every day, every hour, every minute until you can talk with your husband again. Just as you were getting out of bed, Lily and Posy opened your door with Oliver holding their hands between them. They were already dressed for their second day of school.

“Hi mama!” 

“Dada says he’s going to take us to school because you need a break,” Lily explains.

“He did?” you raise your eyebrows and walk towards them. You bend down to look at their outfits; Lily has on her new pink dress, Posy is wearing a purple shirt with shorts and her favorite shoes and Oliver has on a red shirt with overalls. He gives you a toothy grin.

“We wanted to say goodbye first,” Lily smiles.

“I’m so glad you did,” you smile pulling them all in for a hug. You kiss the tops of their heads, your thumb smudging dried milk from Oliver’s cheek. “You behave with your daddy and Ella, and we’ll see you on Sunday, sweetheart.”

“I will mama. Daddy said we’ll get pizza tonight!”

“I want pizza!” Posy shouts jumping slightly on her feet. 

“We’ll see,” you pinch her cheek and she smiles. “Your daddy and I will pick you up later, okay? You all have a good day at school, I love you.”

“Love you, mama!”

“Love you too! C’mon guys,” Lily leads her siblings from your room.

You listen to Luke speak with the kids from downstairs, loving their excited chatter as he hands off their lunch boxes. You can’t wait to speak with him when he comes back. When the door closes you head downstairs so you can make breakfast for you and Luke and are surprised to see a large bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter. 

A note is attached from Luke:

I’ll be back as soon as I can. Talk to you soon, lovie.

A small surge of butterflies erupts in your stomach at the thought of talking to him again and you get started on breakfast. It usually takes about forty-five minutes to drop the kids off so you head upstairs to freshen up a little. You brush your teeth, fix your hair, and spritz on the perfume Luke made for your anniversary. 

The pancakes are sitting on the warming plate as you finish the scrambled eggs and bacon on the stove when Petunia starts barking and the door opens. You turn around and your heart leaps at the sight of Luke. His curls are a little messy but his eyes are bright as they meet yours.

“Hi,” you say at the same time causing you both to chuckle. 

Luke sets his keys in the bowl and toes off his unlaced converse. He steps towards you slowly, stopping in front of you.

“I was going to make you breakfast,” he says softly then turns off the stove top. 

He’s so close you can smell his aftershave, his neck is right at your eyesight. 

“I wanted to surprise you since you took the kids to school.” 

“Well, why don’t you go sit down and I’ll make our plates,” he gives you a crooked smile. 

You sit at the table watching him prepare your plates of food. He sits down and you smile at him then giggle at the blueberries he arranged in a shape of heart on your pancake. 

“Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

You both take your first few bites in silence, exchanging soft smiles and lingering stares throughout the meal. Luke begins talking first when your plates are cleaned about the songs he’s written about you in all this time you weren’t talking and how he loved that peach colored suit you wore to work last Tuesday. 

All the while you held hands across the table, your thumb was rubbing over the tattooed initials of your name that he got on a whim a couple months ago. You talked about what was going on at work, the slight drama that always filled the offices of who had more of a workload. 

While you spoke, Luke pulled your chair closer so he could play with your hair. The  conversation then turned to the kids and the funny things Posy has said and done. You’re both happy with how well Oliver is picking up on the sign language, the girls too. 

“I missed you,” he sighs, both hands now cradling your face. 

He gives you a hesitant kiss which you reciprocate and soon you’re both running up the stairs to your bedroom. It’s been so long that you’ve been together because of what happened and not communicating for two weeks. 

Your emotions were still wonky after everything so whenever Luke touched you, your skin went haywire. His lips worked you over expertly, moving in the way you like it. Luke hisses when you bite at his neck once you’re connected, you gasp in his ear as he hits that special spot again and again. 

Waves of love and longing and loss and bliss crash over you, Luke sighs your name and then you’re trying to catch your breath as he releases inside of you. You haven’t felt this whole and complete in a while. You pet at his hair, kissing the side of his face as he stamps kisses along your neck and over your chest. 

“I asked Cory for help before we started therapy,” he confesses into your collarbone.

Your fingers still in his hair at his words as they sink in.

“You…what?”

He lifts his head to look at you, curls falling in his eyes, his lips pinker from all of the kissing you’d just done.

“I thought maybe if he talked to you you would open up about…what happened since he knows you so well.”

“Luke, you know me too. I thought we’re past the whole history with Cory thing–”

“We are–I am,” he nods, “but I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it because I can only imagine what you went through but imagining isn’t even close to you actually going through it.”

“And what did he say?”

“That I should give you some space until you’re ready to talk. I just didn’t want you to feel alone. Since it happened and now with the last few weeks…without you, I don’t even know myself.”

“Luke–the reason I kept my distance is because…it’s my fault.”

“What’s your fault?”

“I–” you shake your head blinking back tears as you stare at the ceiling. “I fought you so hard about not having a baby yet and I must have thought it so hard that I…it’s my fault. I was so worried and–and it–I–it’s all my–”

“No, no, no, hey, hey, look at me,” Luke rushes swiping at the tears on your cheeks. “This is not  your fault. You heard Dr. Wilson, sometimes pregnancies don’t take. There’s nothing you did or could have done any differently. It’s horrible that it happened, but you did not cause this. I know you love our children and you loved that baby, okay?”

“It hurts so much,” you cry into his shoulder and he holds you tightly against him. 

“I know, baby. But I’m here, I’ve always been here and I always will be. Through better or worse; right now, this is our worst. I love you so much.” 

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I pushed you away.”

“Shh,” he rolls over so you’re on top of him. “Let it all out, y/n, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

And you do. You cry your heart out, each tear resembling the anger you’ve been holding in, the sadness, the remorse, the guilt, the shame. It all flooded out of you in deep sobs and shaking limbs. Luke held you closely through it all, rubbing at your back, petting your hair and whispering soothing words. 

You’re not sure how long you’ve been crying but when no more tears are left and you’re hiccupping in Luke’s shoulder, you know you’re done. Luke sits you up slowly in his lap then reaches over for some tissues from the nightstand. He wipes your cheeks and you blow your nose. 

“Is this the first time you’ve cried about it?” he asks gently.

“Yeah,” your voice is thick. 

Luke kisses you quickly, you stare at him with dry eyes. 

“You let me know when you need to cry again, okay?”

“‘Kay,” you sniff.

“Let’s go take a shower with eucalyptus oil to help clear your nose up.”

You shift your body off his and that’s when you realize he was still inside you, a mess now was on the sheets. The two of you stare at it then meet each other’s eyes and giggle.

“Oops,” Luke says. “You get the shower started, I’ll put these in the wash.”

“Um..if I walk I’ll make more of a mess…”

“Right,” he nods. “I’ll be right back.”

Once you used the towel Luke provided and he stripped the bed you were in the shower with music softly playing over the speakers of the shower fan. The eucalyptus did help your nose and Luke even rubbed some peppermint oil on your chest to help as well. 

As he washes your body of the sudsy soap, Luke peppers kisses down your torso, making sure his lips linger longer on your belly before he hikes a leg over his shoulder and dives right in. 

“Luke!” you gasp falling against the shower wall, your toes curl instantly at the feel of his tongue lapping at you. 

“It’s been two weeks without your voice and your moans, lovie. Can you be loud for me?” his blue eyes pierce up at you, water droplets running down his long nose and cling to his lashes. 

“Yeah,” you exhale. 

Your stomach clenches after a few more moments of his mouth, your orgasm hitting you explicitly. When he adds his fingers, you rock your hips into his palm, his nose nudging your clit. He praises you throughout it all and as you reach your third, you yanked him up to kiss him. 

“Want you to fill me again, honey,” you pant, your hand stroking him until he’s hard in your palm. 

After another round under the falling water, Luke helps dry you off then brushes at your hair as you sit in front of your vanity. He sets the brush down, wrapping his arms over your shoulders and across your chest. He kisses the top of your wet hair. 

“I think I need you more than you need me,” you tell his reflection, your finger plays with his wedding band.

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[soleilnewspaper]

Chocolate and wet dog fur

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Summary: You're having a terrible start to the morning and then you get caught staring at two of the prettiest boys in school. Surely it could't get worse. Oh but it those. While learning about Amortentia, your feelings are revealed to the whole class.

Pairing: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

Warnings: friendly teasing, slight angst, being in love with two people, feeling alone, feeling scared and/or panicked

Word count: roughly 2k

AN: This is my first time posting a piece of my work, so I apologise if it isn't the greatest. However, if you do enjoy it, please reblog or like it. Also, feedback is always appreciated and welcome!!! Thank you taking the time to read this. I truly hope you have a wonderful day. 💗💗💗

You had always prided yourself on being early, exceptionally early at that. Yet with each minute that passed the image you had seamlessly perfected for the world to see threatened to slip through your fingers.

Firstly your magically enchanted alarm didn’t go off. If that was not already bad enough, your roommate took over forty five minutes in the bathroom this morning, leaving you with barely any time to shower and brush your teeth, let alone try make yourself somewhat presentable. Thank god for magic, and for the knowledge of enchantments from one beautiful blonde Ravenclaw who taught you all her secrets. Although she would never dare admit it.

After what felt like nothing short of an eternity, you managed to make it in time to the great hall before breakfast ended.

Your glaze wondered around the room for a few moments before you spotted your friends in the midst of a sea of green and sliver. A soft smile made its way to your lips and you began quickening your pace. There towards the end of hall on the left side where your friends in the midst of conversation. Your bag hit the wooden table with a soft thud, and you took your seat at the table. The chosen table for the group of friends on this particular morning.

You then let out a sigh that you were not quite sure how long you had been holding in for. It felt comforting to be in the presence of your friends. Earring you an arched eyebrow from the younger Black brother across the table.

“What’s the matter, dearie?” Pandora asked, while absently playing with the petals of a flower from the gardens.

“My alarm didn’t go off, and my roommate did gods know what in our bathroom all morning. Then to top it all off, I got caught in a game of exploding snap some first years were playing.” You grumbled in response playing around with the luke-warm toast on your plate.

“How does a witch like yourself, not have an enchanted alarm”. Regulus deadpanned shifting closer to look at you.

“Sod off.” You muttered in response dishing up yourself a plate.

“Don’t listen to him treasure, you look wonderful as always.” Barty added while draping an arm around his boyfriend.

The group of Slytherins and Ravenclaws quickly fell back into their conversation as you finally allowed yourself to take a bite of your breakfast. Your glaze traces the room, before subconsciously falling on two of the prettiest boys in school.

They both sat over at one of the Gryffindor tables, their laughter bellowed throughout the hall. Remus’s lanky frame was hunched over severally decreasing his height. His amber brown eyes were trained on his friends near him. If you look closely, you might just spot the golden flicks on his eyes. Or the way his honey golden brown hair falls in perfect curls around his face. In between laughs he took bites of his peanut butter jam toast. The laughing caused by James dramatic yet failed attempt at trying to flirt with Lily Evans earlier this morning.

You moved your glaze to the slightly shorter boy next to Remus. Oh was he a sight for sore eyes. Non other than Sirius Black, who most recently you cannot stand. Yet he was still pretty.

Strands of black hair falling around his sliver eyes. Dangling around his neck, a tie hang, a truly poorly done one at that. It is not as if he doesn’t know how to do a tie, he’d probably been taught before he could walk. No, this was purposefully done. At least in your mind it was.

The red and gold robes, unmistakably gryffidor draped over his white button down shirt. Multiple rings adorned his long fingers, which were currently being used to try and steal food from his best friend. None other than James Potter. Who was in ‘mother hen’ mode as the boys called it.

You watched the interaction play out between the four boys before returning her glaze to admire her favourite two. Your eyes flick back and forth between them.

There was-

“Are you done staring at my brother yet?” Regulus said coldly with hint of amusement. Of course only for those who had the ability to understand the boy’s affection could detect it.

You snapped her head around at a lightning speed. Causing the muscles in your neck to tingle slightly at the sudden movement. The blood rushing to your checks leaving a rosy tiny. You could feel eyes of your three friends staring down into your soul.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Reg.” You quickly responded while shrugging your shoulders in attempt to act nonchalant, but you were not fooling anyone.

“You sure there isn’t anything you want to tell us?” Pandora asked, with a welcoming smile that lit up her eyes. Almost tempting you to blurt out your feelings for the two Gryffindor boys.

“I don’t know, treasure you-“

“I was simply observing, is all.” You interrupted before bringing the now cold French toast to your lips.

“We would not judge you if it was more than that.” Pandora reached across the table to gently squeeze your hand, offering a warm smile.

You returned the smile and hoped the conversation would end. A naive thought it was indeed.

“Treasure,” Barty started, as a grin spears across his face which put the Cheshire Cat to shame. “You really can’t be desperate you’re thinking of snogging one of those idiots.”

Your face turned an awful shade of red, matching that of the gyffidor robes. “I-I…you-you…you’re delusional.” You stumbled through your words trying to regain composure.

A roar of laughter escaped Barty. One hand on his heart and the other found its way to her check. “Relax, treasure, only teasing.” He gave your rosy check a few affectionate pats before his hand found Evan’s again.

Pandora shook her head in disapproval to which he only grinned in response. Regulus remained silent throughout it all not uttering a single sound.

A frustrated sign escaped your lips, and you found yourself throwing your legs over the bench to stand up. Opening and closing your mouth several times, but alas to no avail. The four friends stared at you, again.

“I have potions class.” You announced, much to quietly for your liking, gripping onto the leather strap of your bag. “Mr Slughorn will give me detention if I’m late again.”

A chorus of goodbyes were heard as you disappeared down the corridor.

Potions was not exactly your favourite class. You would much prefer the likes of herbology or divination but on the plus side at least you got to see the prettiest boys in school. Not that you would ever admit how pretty you thought they were.

Countless times before, you had gone through all the possibilities and always came to the same conclusion: Sirius is Regulus brother, secondly Sirius and Remus are clearly happy together and you didn’t have the right to come between them. Oh and there was the fact that as much as you thought the older brother was gorgeous, you hated him deep within your soul.

His whole personality is unappealing and the his ego needed a room for itself. Yet you could not deny how you found yourself staring into his eyes when he wasn’t looking. They have that same glow of a night sky.

Everything about him, screams gryffidor, and he is always pulling pranks on you. He truly was the embodiment of his house. Unlike you, who was sorted into Slytherin but almost everyone believes Ravenclaw suits you better.

It was easier if you hated him, far better be that than fall for your friend’s estranged older brother. Your plan worked for the most part. Granted it helped how Sirius seamed to hate you as much as you tried to hate him.

Remus, on the other hand, you required a heavy amount of distancing from in order to keep your feelings in check.

Some might say, memorising his entire class schedule to ensure avoidance is crazy. You, however, prefers to think of it as tactical genius.

The walls of the classroom were lined with pickled animals in glass jars. The winter day was particularly cold and you could practically see your own breath appearing in the chilling air.

“Can anyone tell me what Amortentia is?” The voice of professor Slughorn drew you out of her thoughts, forcing you to focus on the topic at hand. Multiple students hands went up from but no one was faster than Lily Evans. You always thought she seamed kind, but did not like stepping outside of your comfort zone. Resulting in you never talking to her outside of class or the library.

“Amortentia is a love potion which can causes the drinker to develop an infatuation or obsession.”

“Very well done, Miss Evans.” Slughorn smiled at her answer and nodded before continuing. “Now, does anyone else want to add onto Miss Evan’s answer?”

You bit your bottom lip, you knew the answer, and your mother did ask you to try be more active in class this year. Before you could even realise what you were doing, you had been called upon.

“It has a different aroma for everyone who smells it, based on what you find most appealing or attractive.” You stated, hiding your hands underneath the table so no one could catch onto your nerves.

“Care to share what you smell then?” The pure calmness in Slughorn’s tone sent a shiver down your spine. He stepped closer to you which only seamed to make you more nervous. Feeling the eyes of all her fellow students on you. With Gyffidor and Slytherin fifth year students staring, waiting to hear what she finds most attractive, was difficult to say the least.

Slowly you moved to position yourself in front of the cauldron. Few students stepping out of your way. The new found attention on you making you cringe. The aroma filled your nostrils and instantly put you in a sense of tranquility. The mere scent of it was mouth watering.

“I do not have all day, Miss”. Your eyes snapped open and offered a small apology to Slugorn before responding.

“I smell chocolate, smudged bits that you find inside the wrapper of a chocolate bar, a warm fresh cup of tea, and old books…” Your voice trailed off, as you fell more and fall in love with the scent by the second.

Meanwhile, Sirius tightened his jaw quickly recognising the scent as his boyfriend’s. You immediately picked up on it, but refrained from saying anything.

“There’s something else, almost like a second scent.” Your eyes opened harshly, and you found yourself looking at the Professor who seamed to be quite intrigued by this new development.

“What ever do you mean?” The professor asked, it was not very often someone smelled two different kind of scents in the aroma.

“The second one is different to the first, leather, with what I think might be wet dog…fur?” Your voice came out more like a question at the end than you’d like. James snapped his head to face Sirius, who glanced at Remus in response who appeared just as confused.

“And, um, there’s cologne, a deep, musky smell, the one-“ You cut herself off before you could let out the words which would undoubtedly tell everyone who you had smelled. Sirius Black.

Feeling all eyes on you, and suddenly feeling alone without any of your friends in the room. You hastily you grabbed your bag and rushed out the classroom. You didn’t stop running until you reached your dorm room.

The door pressed against your green robe, providing some stability. You place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart pounding against your hand. You took a few deep breaths to try calm your increasing nerves. Your breathing remained uneven and every so often it hitched ever so slightly. You ran a hand through your hair, letting your body slowly crumble to the floor. Pulling your knees to your chest, and wrapping your arms around them. Eventually you felt your muscles relax, and breathing return to normal.

Your fingers played with the tattered ends of the carpet beneath you. Rubbing small circles on the material in soft soothing motions.

God, were you in for it now.

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★ fluff | † angst | ‡ sad | !! suggestive

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Draco Malfoy (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

i’m always trying, but it’s never enough ★

you’ve been too busy for me ★

y/n(she/her) and Draco don't get to spend much time together, and when they do they get detention

Fred Weasley (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

well, i suppose we’ll just have to share them ★

Fred is definitely the type to want his partner to get along with George’s partner

tu sais que je t'aime bien, non? | p2 ★

you should pick where all my rings go ★

Fred always wears his unusual rings and y/n(she/her) is obsessed with them and like to move them around and play with them when he's not looking. So one day she does it and she moves her favorite ring of his to his ring finger and he's absolutely obsessed with it and won't stop thinking about it

i don’t think i should pick favorites ★

y/n(she/her) has a crush on her best friend's older brother

i know | p2 ★

Fred falls for Sirius's daughter

seems like deja vu to me | p2 ★

Fred always tries to flirt with her and impress her but she just acts annoyed, just like how James was with Lily

told you I'd keep you warm ★

y/n(she/her) is always cold in general and especially when she sleeps and one night she's in the twins room and it's too late for her to go back to her common room so she stays and ends up in Fred's bed and he's really warm and after that night she can barely sleep without him

just don’t get us caught ★

what’s wrong? too shy to look at me now? ★

just Fred basically teasing short!y/n(she/her)

alright, Weasley, impress me ★

i like it best when it’s pink ★

y/n(she/her) is Nymphadora Tonks younger sister and she's also a metamorphmagus and this makes Fred really interested in her

they don’t deserve you, you know ★

y/n(she/her) came from a family of Gryffindors but she ended up in Slytherin and her family hates her for it, but throughout all her time at Hogwarts Fred has always been there for her

don’t get used to it ★

i wouldn’t let you get in trouble ★

Loki Laufeyson (mcu)

tell me to move, and I will ★

after yet another argument, Loki pins y/n(she/her) against a wall, frustration turning to something else as their eyes lock

i’m not asking you to be perfect ★‡

Loki’s eyes flash with anger, but his voice softens when he sees the tears in y/n(she/her)'s eyes

Percy Jackson (percy jackson and the olympians) +check the other masterlist too

it was too late... you were in love ★

you were in love with Percy Jackson, and there was no going back from that

Luke Castellan (percy jackson and the olympians)

i just… i care, okay? ★

one moment you’re arguing, and the next Luke pulls you close, his lips brushing yours

guess we’re not fake dating anymore ★

y/n(she/her) is a daughter of Hades and so people kinda ignore her and are mean and usually she's fine with it and doesn't care but it's slowly starting to catch up to her and Luke sees this and generally feels bad so he offers to fake date her but then they both end up realizing they actually like each other

Nic Sheff (beautiful boy)

i don’t want to mess this up †★

Timothée Chalamet +check the other masterlist too

are you... are you gonna be okay? †‡

Timmy and author!y/n(she/her) are fake dating for pr, but he ends up falling in love with her

Walker Scobell +check the other masterlist too

hi ★

Walker and y/n(she/her) meet at an event and it's just love at first sight (with a lil awkwardness)

it's okay... you're okay ★†‡

Walker is there to reassure y/n(she/her) that she has every right to feel how she feels after a fight with her absent father

mind if I sit? ★

Aryan Simhadri

can I kiss you? ★

Aryan and y/n(she/her) meet some of Aryan's fans who want pictures with him. y/n feels a little nervous, so Aryan hugs her and gently kisses her to make her feel better

i’m here for you ‡★†

short blurb about Aryan holding y/n(she/her) while she's crying

cut! ★

aryan and y/n(she/her) are staring in a rom com together

Sam Golbach

I love you too ★

just a cozy little moment with Sam

[wintfleur]

imagine Stella first telling Nico about rutger🥹 you mentioned they’re friends and text often. I feel like he’d be so happy for her and just so sweet, esp knowing about her obvious crush, hed be so happy (but also v protective) at first :’)

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

So I picture Stella coming to see Luke’s first game as a devil (stell and rut were already talking by then) and maybe after the game they all go out for dinner, Nico notices Stella was smiling pretty big as she texted someone on her phone. Nico knows that look, Stella has a crushh 🥰

Nico doesn’t remember hearing Luke or Jack complain about Stella liking someone — because they definitely would have if they known, so that means they don’t know. Nico would sit next to her and Stella would happily shut off her phone and start talking with the captain. After seeing Stella check her phone again for like the fifth time so see if they texted her back, it’s confirmed. Nico asks who it is, and Stella realizes she’s been caught when she sees the cheeky smile nico gives her.

No one knows about rutger besides lily and Carmen, but stella couldn’t lie to Nico and say it’s no one, I mean like you’ve seen nicos puppy eyes and stella is surely not a strong soldier when Nico is involved…so she tells him, everything!

Nico couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Stella tell him all about rutger and how sweet he’s been. Nico wasn’t a fan of keeping it a secret from Jack and Luke since she wasn’t ready for anyone to know, but he couldn’t say no to Stella, he also wasn’t a strong soldier against Stella’s puppy eyes.

Nico will text and ask her how her and rutger are, making sure he’s still being a complete gentleman. Because if he wasn’t he’d have to catch a flight and teach rutger a lesson. He’s obviously very protective of Stella, and he’s always making sure that she’s being treated like the princess she is.

Nico is very happy when Stella and rutger make there relationship, grateful that he doesn’t have to keep it a secret anymore.

Bonus xoxo

I can totally see Nico being disappointed at Jack with how he’s handling the situation when he finds out about his sister and rut, Nico is very upset at how Jack is being towards Stella and rut.

Also omg Jack and Nico angst when Jack finds out Nico has known the whole time?!?!?!

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Midnight | Chapter 19 | SR

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A/N - a slight jump forward in time here. For the sake of this, Spencer’s mom lives back in Vegas.

Chapter Summary - after finding a new place to settle down, things finally seem like they might be looking up for you and Spencer. Meanwhile Luke refuses to rest while he continues searching for you.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - cleaning up a crime scene, burying bodies, fingering, handjob, swearing, vomit, brief mention of depression, penetrative, unprotected sex, lying.

WC - 5.7k

Chapter 19 - Stitch Me Up

Two Months Later

The desert city of Twentynine Palms, California was located in the Mojave Desert and sat on the northern side of the Joshua Tree National Park and promoted the motto “a beautiful desert oasis”. 

It wasn’t small but it was huge either, with a population of around twenty five thousand, making it a great place for two people to hide in plain sight. And given its desert location, the temperature this time of year was over one hundred and five, a stark contrast from tiny little Colorado mountain towns. 

Samuel and Violet Truman of Arizona had moved out west and rented themselves a little fully furnished three bed, single storey home on Chia Avenue in a quiet suburb of Twentynine Palms. They arrived two weeks ago after spending some six weeks travelling the states with their travel companions Jack and Lily Waters. 

From the outside their home left a lot to be desired, with its rickety metal fence and lone palm tree in the sandy front yard. But the inside was so modern and sheek that the couple had signed a lease on the spot. 

From the outside looking in, you and Spencer were the idyllic all American couple. And admittedly, from the inside you were also pretty damn happy. 

Since fleeing Crested Butte in the middle of the night two months ago, things had changed dramatically. That night you’d waited until Luke had stopped patrolling your cabin before getting Mary’s body into the trunk of the Nissan. You’d scrubbed every single inch of the house until it was cleaner than when you’d arrived, tweezed the bullet out of the wall and filled in the hole left behind, before gathering all of your belongings and getting the hell out of dodge. 

On the way out of town you had begged Spencer to make one last stop. He wanted to refuse, you could tell, but he was trying so hard to make you happy, to make up for the way he’d been treating you that he agreed and pulled the Nissan to a stop on the street outside of McGills. 

It had been late and all the lights were off so you’d ducked down the side alley towards the door that led up to his apartment. You’d had no idea if he’d be there but you’d prayed with every fibre of your being that he would. And by some stroke of luck, he answered the door after you’d knocked twice. 

“Rose,” he folded his arms across his chest and leant against the door jamb. “Or should I say, Y/N.” 

“I heard Luke spoke to you.” You gnawed on your lip as Jesse regarded you like the stranger you were. 

“He did. I have to say, I did not expect you to be FBI.” 

“Yeah.” You nodded. “It’s a long story. I just wanted to come by and apologise for everything. I probably really shouldn’t have let myself follow you out of the Nickel that night.” 

“I’m glad you did.” He nodded, dropping his arms to his sides. “Even though it didn’t work out between us, it at the very least got me out of my slump. Maybe now I can actually put myself out there again, you know? Now I’ve gotten over that first hurdle.” 

“You’re going to make some woman very happy someday.” You smiled, subconsciously taking a step closer. 

“It’s a shame it couldn’t have been you.” He shrugged wistfully. 

You swallowed thickly, glancing down the alley and noting that you couldn’t see the Nissan from this position, or more importantly, its occupant couldn’t see you. You stepped even closer to Jesse and cupped his cheek. 

“In another life maybe.” You whispered. “I’m leaving town.” 

“I figured as much.” He nodded as your hand wandered down from his face to bicep. “You could stay, you know? With me. You don’t have to go just because he wants you to.” 

“You have no idea how tempting that is. But I can’t.” 

“I know.” He sighed, suddenly gripping the back of your neck. “I’m going to miss you.” 

Suddenly he’d slammed his lips against yours in a kiss so passionate your legs had buckled. If Spencer knew how you’d said goodbye to Jesse, he most likely would have gone back and killed him. If he’d known you’d let Jesse finger you in his doorway while you jerked him off in return, Spencer would have certainly murdered him and probably enjoyed it. 

But clearly you had a better poker face than you realised as Spencer simply drove off as soon as you were back in the car. And on the drive the only thing you’d thought of were Jess’s last words to you. 

“I wish I’d gotten a chance to love you, Y/N.” 

But at some point you had to let that go. 

Mary’s final resting place had been a hole in the ground in the Beaverhead-Deerlodge National Forest in Montana, almost eight hundred miles north of her hometown of Crested Butte. The Nissan met the same fate as Spencer’s Volvo a further five hundred and fifty miles east just outside of Medora, North Dakota. 

Spencer purchased three pairs of bus tickets: one down to Texas, one out to Minnesota and one to Iowa, the latter being the ones you actually used. It took the better part of an entire day on a sweaty, smelly bus before you arrived in Cedar Rapids.

You checked into a cheap and dirty motel under the names of Jack and Lily Waters and spent almost the entire night having sex. Thoroughly exhausted in the morning, Spencer found a used car lot and using his Arizona licence in the name Samuel Truman, paid cash for a black Chevy Impala. 

For the six weeks that followed you travelled up and down the country in much of a zigzag, alternating between your two pseudonyms, back and forth so the BAU would never find you. You spent six weeks in multiple different cheap motels, fucking like rabbits every step of the way. 

You’d never felt so intrinsically linked to someone the way you did to Spencer in those six weeks. And it seemed he’d finally found his bliss as he didn’t kill once. 

Eventually when enough time passed you’d choose to settle down in California. But unfortunately the mundane realities of life would ultimately be your downfall. 

You stood up from the bathroom floor with a groan, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth and padding over to the sink. You stuck your mouth directly under the faucet and drank from it to wash away the taste of bile on your tongue. 

You’d been throwing up on and off for some weeks now but you simply put it down to the residual stress of being on the run. You exhaled heavily before shuffling back out into the bedroom where Spencer still lay naked on top of the sheets. 

“I’m mildly offended.” He offered you a wistful smile. 

“I’m sorry.” You grumbled, flopping back to the bed next to him. 

“It’s ok. Just never had anyone need to throw up whilst sucking my dick before.” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“It’ll teach me not to eat hotdogs from a gas-and-go.” You sighed. “I can try again if you’re still in the mood?”

“After I just listened to you puke your guts up? I’m suddenly not very horny.” He pulled you closer so your head was resting on his chest. “But seriously, are you ok? You’ve been getting sick a lot lately.” 

“Yeah I guess it’s stress or something. I’ll be fine.” You nuzzled against him, placing your hand flush against his chest over his heart. 

You smiled as the ring caught the light and found yourself moving impossibly closer to Spencer. His grandmother's old ring had been upgraded, as had the one he wore, for newer silver matching bands inscribed on the inside with partners in crime. 

One of your stops on your travels before you’d made your way to Twentynine Palms had been in Atlantic City at a seedy motel just off the main strip. After a few drinks one night as you walked by a little drive-in chapel, Spencer had a proposition for. 

“What would you say I said we should get married?” He pulled you to a stop on the sidewalk. 

“Married?” You glared at him. 

“Right now. Partners in crime forever.” He grinned at you. 

“You’re joking, right?” Your brows furrowed. 

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Before we get swallowed up entirely in the lives of Samuel and Violet, I think Spencer and Y/N need to do this one last thing.” 

And really there had only been one answer to that. You and Spencer had been bound for life the moment you’d left DC with him, you were as good as married, so why not make it official? 

If your old team were to ever find one last trace of Spencer Reid and Y/N Y/L/N it would be the signing of marriage licences in a little Atlantic City chapel. 

Spencer purchased you the new rings as a surprise and that along with your rose gold heart necklace, were your most treasured possessions. 

“You don’t need to be stressed, sweetheart. It’s over, we’re safe now. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.” He cooed, kissing your head. 

It really was amazing the difference a few months could make. Of course things weren’t ideal, you’d always be on the run, never able to return home but things with Spencer were as close to perfect as they could possibly be. 

Since fleeing Butte he’d been wonderful, the Spencer you’d known was still in there somewhere. You may be on the run but as long as this was the Spencer you woke up to every morning, you didn’t mind at all. 

But Spencer was wrong, things were far from over. At least you’d always have these moments to look back when everything came crumbling down. But for now, despite the stress within you, you knew Spencer was all you needed to feel whole. You and Spencer were two broken halves but maybe together you could patch each other up and finally feel complete. 

***

Two days after Luke Alvez arrived back from Crested Butte he received a phone call from the diner owner's son. 

Jesse McGill had informed him of the mysterious disappearance of the girl Mary, whom Luke had met at the diner, which was followed in quick succession by you and Spencer’s sudden departure from the town. 

It really didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. But unfortunately for Luke it did take a genius to pull it off and Spencer was sure to leave behind no trail, no scrap of evidence. And two months later and Mary still hadn’t been found and the BAU had no leads on you and Spencer’s whereabouts. You’d well and truly outsmarted them. 

In his spare time, which was very few and far between these days, he poured over the Duncan Green case file as well as images of the sparkling clean cabin you’d left behind in Butte in the hopes that maybe he’d missed something. He stayed late in the office every single night and looked for any reports of sightings of you and Spencer as Emily had officially registered you as missing persons. He scrolled through police databases for any other occurrences that might point to where the hell you were. 

He’d discovered two bodies buried in woodlands across the country which were similar in MO to Green but with no pertinent links between them, the BAU couldn’t investigate. 

Lyle Smith was found in a shallow grave with his throat cut in the Hoosier National Forest just north of Jasper, Indiana. The body of Brett Carlisle from Wichita, Kansas was found in the Rita Blanca National Grasslands in Texas. Both bodies had been subject to the elements but deemed to have been dead since before that little Nissan was picked up on Elk Avenue for the first time. So maybe Spencer had been on some kind spree since he’d left DC.

And that brought him onto the discovery of the burnt out Nissan, near identical to how they’d found Spencer’s Volvo. They’d spent three days searching the area surrounding where the vehicle was found for Mary’s body only to come up short. Of course, Spencer wasn’t stupid, he wouldn’t dispose of a body anywhere near the car. 

The only lead Luke had really had in the last two months was the filing of a marriage licence in the state of New Jersey. It was like a big middle finger in his face, clearly you’d both wanted him to find it. He’d driven to Atlantic City on one of his rare days off and canvassed the area near the wedding chapels, showing your photographs to anyone who would look. But he knew you’d be long gone. 

If he could just find a way to connect any of these crimes to Spencer, or to find Mary’s body then maybe he could convince you to come home. He was sure you had nothing to do with any of this and if had solid proof that Spencer had murdered one of these people maybe it could be his way to form a wedge between the two of you. No matter what happened, Luke would never stop trying to protect you. 

But god if it wasn’t taking its toll on him.

Luke Alvez was, in no uncertain terms, coming apart at the seams. The stitching holding him together had been removed thread by thread and at this point there was barely anything holding him together. Emily had expressed her concerns for his mental health, suggesting he seek medical help for what she had dubbed a depressive spiral. 

His response had been simply, “you’d be depressed too if your best friend had married a murderer” which had pretty much shut down the conversation. 

He knew he was devolving, he’d seen it hundred of times before. His apartment was a mess of case files, innocuous accounts of possible sightings and potential victims of Spencer. He barely slept, running mostly on coffee and energy bars. He was almost certain he was getting an ulcer. 

But he wouldn’t let this go. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t safe and he couldn’t rest until he knew you were. Maybe this obsession would eventually kill him, but it would be worth it to be able to free you from the clutches of Spencer Reid. 

***

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You scurried back to the car with your best apologetic smile as you slid into the passenger’s seat and Spencer pulled a face. 

“Did you puke again?” He frowned at you. 

“No.” You shook your head. 

“You were peeing again? You went when we got here.” He started the engine. 

You weren’t exactly sure where you were headed, Spencer had simply told you that you were going out for the day and with nothing better to do you’d followed along. You were somewhere along the I-15 heading north about two hours away from Twentynine Palms, at a gas station. You’d only stopped long enough for Spencer to fill up the Chevy and have a coffee and you’d used the bathroom twice, which was very unlike you. 

“I know, I think I drank too much coffee this morning.” You mused, putting on your seatbelt.

“You always drink too much coffee, but that’s an entirely different conversation.” He chuckled, putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the space. 

As he merged back onto the interstate you twirled your wedding band around your finger, watching the way his caught the sunlight through the windscreen and you smiled to yourself. 

“Where are we going, Spence? Not that I don’t like a spontaneous road trip but I thought we’d settled now? Driving long distances usually only equals bad things where we’re concerned.” You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Spencer removed one hand from the wheel and brought it to rest on your knee while he smiled at you softly. 

“We’re going to see my mom.” He spoke happily.

“Oh.” You nodded with a soft laugh. “Ok, good. You had me worried for a second.” 

“I told you sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about anything. Not anymore.” He gave your leg a squeeze, the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. 

His bloodlust had been sated for the past two months but now it had come back with avengence. He needed to kill and he had a particular target in mind who he was sure would satisfy his urges more so than any that had come before. 

But it was better to keep you in the dark. You were so happy lately and Spencer loved it when you were happy. He’d use visiting his mom as a distraction and he’d sneak off and extract his plan solo. You’d never need to know and your blissful little bubble didn’t need to be popped. 

It was a win-win. 

He ran over his plan in his head as he drove, making sure he had all the little details secure in his mind. There was no margin for error here, this had to be the perfect kill. 

The two of you mostly stayed silent until he’d made it about another half hour up the interstate and you huffed out a loud breath. 

“Goddamnit,” you grumbled. “I need to pee again.” 

***

Visiting Spencer’s mom had been pretty safe for the two of you given that if anyone ever asked her if you’d been here, she most likely wouldn’t remember. You spent a few hours with her upon your arrival in Vegas before Spencer took you for a three course meal at the very expensive Capital Grille on Las Vegas strip. 

After he walked you down to Caesars Palace in which you expected to be having drinks and were extremely surprised when Spencer strolled up to the reception desk stating he had a room reserved under his other alias Jack Waters. 

A bellboy led you up to one of the top floors and showed you to the Palace Premium Suite. You stood in the middle of the grand living room while Spencer tipped the young man and once the door was closed and the two of you were alone, he sidled up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“You like it?” He spoke as he kissed the side of your face. 

“Wh-what is happening?” You laughed, still in awe. “What did I do to deserve this?” 

“Consider it a belated, one night honeymoon.” His lips trailed down your neck. “And I guess just a small token of my gratitude for everything you’ve done for me. I know I have a hard time saying how I feel but I love you so fucking much and I am the luckiest man in the world to call you my wife.” 

“Spencer,” you sighed happily in your arms. “I love you too. And I’m the lucky one.” 

“Ok, now we’ve got that out of the way, tell me Mrs Reid, where would you like me to fuck you first?”

You moaned at his words, turning yourself around in his arms and attaching your lips together. 

“What are my options?” You spoke against his lips, feeling his dick growing hard as he pressed into you. 

“Well there are multiple couches, a four poster king sized bed, a pretty decadent bathtub, or there’s my personal favourite option…” his hands wandered under the hem of your shirt and over your back. 

“Which is?” You took hold of his lapels, tearing your lips away from his so you could look at him.

His pupils were already blown out with his lust, his lip quirked up into a sinful smirk. 

“We’re way up high, with some of the best views of Vegas.” He tugged your shirt up, quickly getting it over your head and tossing it aside. He took hold of your biceps and turned you back around to face the huge floor to ceiling windows overlooking the strip, his lips moving back to your ear. “My choice would be to fuck you up against the window. But that’s just me.” 

He was already leading you towards the windows, lips sucking the flesh of your neck, his free reaching between your bodies and unhooking your bra. He quickly got it off your arms and dropped it on the floor, and you made no protest when he pushed your front up against the window. You hissed slightly at the cool glass as it touched your nipples and Spencer smiled to himself. 

It was all a part of his plan. He would render you dumb with sex then run you an indulgent bubble bath with a large glass of wine to soothe your post-coital muscles. Then he’d tell you he’d left something at his mother's facility which was purposefully on the other side of town to buy him some time. 

He’d tell you he hopefully wouldn’t be gone long, but traffic on the strip at night could be a nightmare and he’d be back as soon as possible. He’d inform you of the bar and the spa downstairs if you wanted to use either while he was gone. 

And while you were preoccupied having a drink or getting a massage or whatever, he would seek out his target, slice his throat and be back before you knew it, with any luck rejuvenated enough for round two. 

He continued kissing your neck while he started unbuttoning your pants and you helped him wiggle them down your legs and kick them off. You could see Spencer in the reflection in the window start to work on the buttons of his shirt. You caught his eye and he smiled at you. 

He shucked his shirt off and pressed his bare chest against your back, caging you against the window with his hips, his hard cock pressing into your back. His lips moved back to your neck and worked on sucking deep bruises into your flesh whilst one hand wandered over your stomach and quickly dipped inside your panties. 

You closed your eyes as two fingers were soon pressing inside of you, his thumb massaging your clit. You rolled your ass backwards, grinding against his erection but you wobbled a little on your legs at the feeling of his fingers inside you. 

With your eyes closed your mind wandered of its own accord. There were times when you and Spencer were together that you found yourself thinking of Jesse, most specifically the last time you’d seen him when he’d fingered you in his doorway. 

It was entirely involuntary, you certainly didn’t mean to think about him and his strong tattooed arms and the large vein in his forearm that pulsed when his fingers were inside of you. You didn’t mean to imagine his wiry beard scratching your face as he kissed you. And you most definitely didn’t mean to picture him fucking you whilst Spencer was. Sometimes it just happened. 

Spencer was by no means an idiot and he knew you still thought about GI Mountain Man. He knew exactly what you looked like post orgasm and he’d known what the two of you had been doing when you’d said goodbye to him, even if you’d tried hard to hide it. There had been three, maybe four times when you’d said his name under your breath when he was fucking you but you’d never seemed to notice. 

Of course it bothered him, a part of him wanted to drive back to Butte and kill Jesse just to make himself feel better. But he was trying to be better for you and so he ignored the occasional slip of the tongue. 

Your hand snaked around his wrist, holding him firmly in place in your panties. He knew you were thinking about Jesse now, call it intuition, or gut instinct, but whatever it was Spencer knew. 

He used his free hand to relieve himself from his pants and move them down his thighs enough so they were out of his way. He was almost positive that Jesse wasn’t as big as him, couldn’t fill you up the way he could.

In one swift move, he removed his fingers from inside of you and hurriedly plunged his cock between your legs, causing you to gasp and fall flat against the window. Your eyes sprung open at the sudden intrusion and you made eye contact with him in the reflection.

“Jesus Christ, Spence.” You panted as he bottomed out. “A little warning next to him.” 

He chose to ignore you, placing his hands flush on the glass either side of your head as he started thrusting into you. He kept eye contact through the glass, not letting you close your eyes for fear you would start thinking of Jesse again. 

It’s not fair. I’ve done everything for her, I fucking married her and it’s still not enough. What makes him better than me? Why is he still on her mind? 

He tried not to let his anger cloud his judgement and had to rein himself back from fucking you too hard. He forced himself to slow down, thrusting you languidly against the window. You moaned in sync with one another while the Strip below illuminated you both in its chaotic glow. 

You kept your eyes on his in the reflection while he fucked you and all thoughts of Jesse left your head. When you were clenching around him, legs shaking from your impending orgasm, he took hold of your left hand and ran his fingers over your wedding band. 

“You’re mine.” He mumbled, his face contorting as his own orgasm snuck up on him. “Mine. My partner in crime, my wife, my…fuck.” 

He groaned the last word, head falling to your shoulder as he suddenly came inside of you. You whimpered as he filled you up, pushing you over the edge and your legs almost gave up with the force of your orgasm. 

You fell back against Spencer’s chest, his arms holding you up right even though his own legs were shaking. As you fought to catch your breath he peeled you away from the window as he slid out of you and helped you over to the couch. 

You collapsed onto it, panting heavily and pulling Spencer down with you. He laid his head on your chest and listened to the sound of your erratic heartbeat. 

You laid like this for a while until you were both breathing at a normal rhythm and Spencer untangled himself from your arms and got to his feet. He tucked himself away and tugged his pants back up before buttoning them. 

“I’m gonna run you a bubble bath.” He smiled softly down at you. 

“You gonna join me in it?” You smiled back sleepily. 

“Sadly not, I realised I left my wallet at Bennington.” He went to head towards the bathroom but he didn’t get far. 

“You had your wallet at dinner.” You sat up, frowning at the back of his head. 

Spencer froze in his tracks. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. 

“Uh,” he turned back to face you, quickly trying to think on his feet, which would be a lot easier if his head wasn’t still hazy from his orgasm. “Not my wallet, I meant the burner phone. I should go and get it.” 

You scrutinised him for a moment but thankfully for him your own head was also bleary and wouldn’t allow you to think too much into it. 

“Ok.” You shrugged, flopping back to the couch. 

Spencer exhaled heavily, continuing on his way to the bathroom. He started the water, pouring in an ample amount of bubble bath and leaving the tub to fill. 

“There’s a bar downstairs and a spa, even a casino. If you get bored with the bath and I’m not back, go nuts.” He spoke as headed back into the room, locating the bottle of red wine he’d had sent to the room before you arrived. 

He made quick work of the cork and poured you a large glass before coming back over to the couch and dropping down next to you. He handed you the glass and you sat yourself up against the cushions again. 

“Hmm I like honeymoons.” You smiled, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a small sip. 

Moments later your face fell and you gagged, thrusting the glass back at Spencer before leaping from the couch and running as fast as your legs could carry you to the bathroom. 

Spencer heard the toilet seat slam back against the cistern and then the distinctive sound of vomiting echoed around the room.

Realistically he was smart enough to figure out what was going on, as were you, but both of your heads were clouded by other thoughts and so you both missed the obvious. 

Spencer padded back to the bathroom and found you on your knees, wiping your hand over your mouth. You looked up at him with large, sad eyes. 

“The wine turned against me.” You whined. “Goddamn gas-and-go hotdogs.” 

Spencer smiled sadly at you and slid to the floor next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the bath continued to fill behind him. 

“Are you going to be ok if I pop out?” Please god say yes, I need this, it has to be tonight. 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’s passed again now, I guess I just won’t be drinking any wine tonight.” You sighed. “You go, do your thing.” 

“As long as you’re sure.” Spencer pushed himself back to his feet and then held his hands out to help you up. 

“Of course. Do you think you’ll be gone for long?” 

“No idea, traffic at this time of night will probably be a pain, but I promise I’ll hurry.” He stroked your hair back from your face. 

“Ok.” You nodded, lowering yourself to sit on the edge of the tub. “Go, I’m fine. I can run a bath.” 

“I won’t be long.” He went to kiss you but then thought better of it as your breath smelt like vomit. Instead he kissed his first and middle finger and then placed them on your lips making you chuckle. 

Soon he was heading out of the room in search of his bag so he could change into jeans and t-shirt. The weapons were in the Chevvy’s glovebox, ready for their next assignment. 

He dressed quickly and got his shoes on, throwing on a hoodie before grabbing the car keys and heading to the door. 

“Be safe, sweetheart.” He called as he reached for the handle. 

“Love you.” You replied and it made his heart swell every time he heard you say that. 

As he opened the door, his wedding ring caught his eye and he rolled his lip between his teeth. He forced open the door, ignoring the way his heart practically exploded when he looked at his ring. He had a job to focus on. 

But the truth was, you were the only thing keeping him together. He was lost and you’d found him, taken him in and patched him up. His scars both mental and physical didn’t phase you, if anything you’d loved him harder because of them. You’d fixed him up in ways you’d never understand and he hoped he wasn’t making a huge mistake in what he was about to do. 

He was fairly certain you’d never walk away from him, that nothing he could do could be worse than the things he’d already put you through. Because he was sure one day all that thread keeping him together would come unravelled and if he had no one there to stitch him back up again he would be torn so deeply there would be no repairing him. And god only knows how quickly a broken man would devolve.

No, it's no wonder I feel broken,

Are you the one to fix me up, patching up the work they done?

Try and sew me,

So thread the needle, tie it off, teach me how to trust someone.

Really hoping that you stay,

That you never walk away,

Every word I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say, I shouldn't say it.

Do you feel the stress in me,

Steady bursting at the seams?

You're the only one I need to make me complete, yeah.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, don't tear me apart,

I've been stuck in the rut, patched up in the dark.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, there's pins in my heart, oh,

Pardon all my precious scars.

No, it's no wonder you've been feeling,

Like a doll in lost and found, so mistreated, thrown around.

Who you kidding? (You kidding),

Every flaw and every fray, that's what makes you sexy to me.

Really hoping that I stay,

I could never walk away,

Every word we shouldn't say, we shouldn't say, we shouldn't say it.

Do you feel the stress in me,

Steady bursting at the seams?

You're the only one I need to make me complete, yeah.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, don't tear me apart,

I've been stuck in the rut, patched up in the dark.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, there's pins in my heart, oh,

Pardon all my precious scars.

Elegant and broken, tasteful, tattered clothing,

I guess we've been caught in the middle of love.

Motive through emotion, damaged but we're golden,

I guess we've been caught in the middle of love.

Elegant and broken, tasteful, tattered clothing,

I guess we've been caught in the middle of love.

Motive through emotion, damaged but we're golden,

I guess we've been caught in the middle of love.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, don't tear me apart,

I've been stuck in the rut, patched up in the dark.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, there's pins in my heart, oh,

Pardon all my precious scars.

Really hoping that you stay,

Pray you never walk away,

Pardon all my precious scars.

Stitch me up, stitch me up, there's pins in my heart,

Oh, pardon all my precious scars.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom @nomajdetective

[celiawrites14]

Preggers J.M

Pairing : JJ Maybank X OC

Summary: in which John B tells his sister that he got Sarah pregnant and has to tell his sister and JJ

Warnings: pregnancy (wrap it before you tap it people), John B being an idiot, swearing, angst, fluff, talk about Big John’s death, mentions of Luke Maybank, kinda funny

Inspired from Young Sheldon and Georgie telling Mary and George Mandy is pregnant

“Hey, I gotta tell you something.” John B came into the living room.

“Yeah, okay.” I said absentmindedly, continuing to read my book. When John B didn’t answer, I looked up at him. “Are you okay?” His face was white and he looked like he was going to be sick.

“Come on.” I followed him as he walked back to his room.

“What’s going on?” I asked. JJ was there too, and I looked between the boys.

“You should sit down.” JJ offered.

“What is going on?” I demanded this time, still not sitting down.

“Well, uh.” John B didn’t know what to say.

“Sweet Lord. Stop acting like somebody died.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed that neither of them would spit it out.

“Kinda the opposite actually.” John B muttered. I didn’t get what he was hinting at.

“Well?” I demanded, starting to grow angry with the boys. “One of you tell me what is going on!”

“I got a girl,” John B took a deep breath. “Pregnant.”

I stared blankly at him before laughing. When JJ laid a hand on my shoulder, I looked back at him, and then to John B again. “You’re joking right?”

“Oh now I do need to sit down,” The words tumbled out of my mouth as my legs trembled. JJ came up behind me and guided me to sit on John B’s bed.

“That’s not all.” JJ said, urging John B to keep going.

“Uh well.” John B trailed off.

“What do you mean - that’s not all?” I asked, horrified.

“Buckle up,” JJ told me.

“Well, uh, it’s Sarah.” John B admitted.

“Cameron?” I demanded, shocked, alarmed, and mad. I stood up, walking across the room.

“What kind of Kook sleeps with a Progue?” I demanded, pacing.

“Obviously the kind that was lied to about status.” John B said, defending Sarah. I stared at him blankly for a mole before turning to JJ.

“What are we going to do?” I asked, still horrified.

“That’s what we’re figuring out.” JJ said, voice as calm as he could make it.

“Are you going to marry her? That’s what most people do.”

“I think so.” John B said, fully on board with getting married to Sarah Cameron.

“Hell no!” JJ chided, not on board.

“What do you mean, no?” I asked him. “He got her pregnant and that’s what people do in this town when they get pregnant before marriage!”

“Lily, she’s a Cameron!” JJ reminded me.

“Well, what choice does he have?” I argued back.

“She’s not gonna marry him!” JJ said, gesturing to John B.

“What’s wrong with me?” John B asked, confused to why JJ thought Sarah wouldn’t marry him.

“You’re an idiot, you’re irresponsible, you live in a pig sty most of the time, and you’re known to pee in the sink.” JJ listed off, confused to how John B didn’t know these things. “Care to jump in?” JJ looked at me for help.

Before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door. “Hello?” Pope called to us. I looked to JJ in horror. Why was Pope here?

“Yeah, Pope?” I called back.

“I was just wondering where everyone was.”

“Uh,” I stammered. “We’re just in here talking.” I tried to sound normal. “We’ll be out in a little bit. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, but Kiara is watching a scary movie called Jeepers Creepers.” He told us.

“I don’t know what that is,” I admitted to the boys.

“That ones rough.” John B filled in.

“Not good.” JJ added.

I stammered again, trying to cover. “We’ll be right back out.” He relented and went back to the living room where Kie was. “You’re going to have to bring her over.” I told John B, finality in my voice.

“Why?” He asked, confused again.

“Cuz she’s having our niece, you dumb son of a bitch!” JJ told him, rolling his eyes.

“JJ!” I chided, scolding him. I was trying hard to get them to stop swearing at each other and to be nicer in general. “But, what he said.” I relented, turning back to John B.

“I’ll ask her, but she’s not very happy with me right now.”

“Well, I like her already!” JJ admitted, rolling his eyes again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that night, I was sitting on the deck smoking a cigarette and watching the stars because I was stressed. I tried to wipe the ashes off the table when JJ came out. He hated when I smoked.

“Relax, you earned this one.” He said, very tired.

“Thank you,” I told him as he closed the door.

“You coming back to bed?” He questioned, taking steps closer to me.

“In a few minutes.”

JJ sighed and took the spot next to me, taking a big sigh. “Kinda déjà vu, isn’t it?” He said, referring to how we were the parents of our friend group.

“Kinda. I wanna be furious at him, but how can I?” He was going to be a dad. And he was trying to own up to it.

“The trick is to forget we’re the parents of the group and then it was easy.” I stifled a small laugh and JJ gave me the smile I fell in love with.

“It’s so crazy, when dad left, I thought everything was over, but then John B really needed me.”

“Remember his crazy head of hair?” JJ asked, smiling.

“And just like that, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to us, making us step up.”

“What kinda cigarette are you smoking over there?” He joked to me. I gave him a very small smile at his attempt to be funny.

“Ugh, so what do we do now?” I asked, trying to clear my head.

“We don’t have a lot of choices.” JJ told me. “We’re gonna help him raise a kid. And uh, that Cameron girl, is gonna be apart of our lives in some shape or form, until you know, we’re dead.”

“What do you mean shape or form?” I asked confused. “John B’s gotta marry her.”

“No, Lily, he doesn’t.” JJ said, sitting back in his chair.

“How are we supposed to tell people in this town that they aren’t getting married and having a child out of wedlock?” I demanded. “You know what this town does to people.”

“It’s nobody’s business.” JJ said plainly, making me roll my eyes.

“It’s a small town, J!” I reminded him. “Everything is everyone’s business.”

“You ever stop and think that maybe she doesn’t want to marry a progue?”

“Well, we’re trying to change that. Maybe with tax season.”

“Alright, you’re just being ridiculous.” JJ told me, getting annoyed and standing up, clearly done with the conversation.

“I’m being a small town woman.” I told him as he went back into the house. I stood up and went into the house and knocked on John B’s door. When he opened it, I told him flatly, “When you were born, I was very happy, but that doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you!” I walked away before he could respond, walking back to my room.

[prettiestlovergirl]

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disclaimers ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

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✪ below i have a loooooong list of characters i'll write for, if you see a character you like but is not on the list, please feel free to reach out! i will let you know whether or not i will add them to the list xx

characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

[talesof-old]

requests are (sorta) open!!

i’m taking four requests right now for these characters:

james potter

remus lupin

lily evans

charlie weasley

azriel shadowsinger

eris vanserra

luke castellan

poly!marauders

poly!feysand

poly!azris

poly!batboys

any genre is cool with me! fluff, angst, smut, you name it

[kozumesphone]

[ KOZUMESPHONE ]

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📂 REQ. requests open !

📁 WORKS. 007

🧡──────TOO SWEET PT. 2 — AU | leo and reader’s race is finally immortalised in the books of street racing ! ft. jason and percy being best bros ! (also. ft. leo and reader attempting to dance (for end of chapter fluff feels yk) based on my old rb <3)

🧡──────GILDED LILY — ANGST, FLUFF, COMFORT | leo valdez x non binary!reader where reader comes out as non binary to him, but it's harder for them to come out because of a rough past with their family not accepting them

🩵──────I’M YOURS — MULTICHAPTER | percy jackson x roman!reader w messy synopsis link !)

💜──────THUNDERSTRUCK — SMAU | jason grace x barbiecore bimbo!reader

💜──────LOVERS ROCK — FLUFF | jason and reader being domestic fluffy as husband and wife in new rome; dancing in the kitchen to older music, working together on dinner, cuddling and watching tv in their bed

💛──────SURVIVOR — ANGST, NO COMFORT | daughter of aphrodite!reader x lule castellan who doesn’t wanna go through the rite of passage but in the end has the rite of passage go through her (aka luke betrayal breaking her heart instead of her breaking his)

💚──────EYES DON’T LIE — MULTICHAPTER | finnick odair x district 12 victor!reader w (messy synopsis link !)

💛──────BOOKSTORE GIRL — FLUFF | denki kaminari x gn!reader going to the bookstore on a date

❤️──────SWEET BUT PSYCHO — ANGST | ryomen sukuna x fem!reader where reader is in the battle of shibuya and gets hurt. sukuna was surprisingly upset and helps her

🩵──────? — FLUFF | toge inumaki x reader where reader doesn't get controlled by him and they gotta figure that out ft. forced proximity

🖤──────? — AU | toji fushiguro x reader office rivals forced to work together au

[saberlight1]

— who i write for

disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral, just let me know. i write angst, fluff, and smut. i am a bisexual female, so i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like. my inbox is always open for anything, you can write your thoughts on characters, shows or movies, or my works! much love!

masterlist

supernatural —

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

the hunger games —

peeta mellark

finnick odair

katniss everdeen

coriolanus snow

lucy gray baird

tigris snow

johanna mason

billy the kid —

billy bonney

jesse evans

harry potter —

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

lily potter

bellatrix lestrange

blaise zabini

tom riddle

regulus black

yellow jackets —

lottie matthews

natalie scatorccio

taissa turner

shauna shipman

van palmer

travis martinez

jackie taylor

red dead redemption —

arthur morgan

sadie adler

john marston

charles smith

karen jones

star wars —

anakin skywalker

padme amidala skywalker

ahsoka tano

luke skywalker

leia organa skywalker

the last of us —

ellie williams

joel miller

tess servopoulos

dina phantasmagoria

jesse jeon

the walking dead —

maggie rhee

rick grimes

daryl dixon

shane walsh

michonne grimes

glenn rhee

rosita espinosa

negan smith

tara chambers

king ezekiel

sasha williams

magna

marvel —

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

tony stark

scott lang

steve rogers

frank castle

bruce banner

ava ‘ghost’ starr

loki laufeyson

king valkyrie

sam wilson

marc spector

steven grant

layla abdallah el-faouly

matt murdock

miles morales

miguel o’hara

hobie brown

carol danvers

peter parker

gamora zen titan

peggy carter

king t’challa

game of thrones / house of the dragon —

daemon targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

laena velaryon

jon snow

harwin strong

alicent hightower

sansa stark

helaena targaryen

criston cole

jacaerys velaryon

daenerys targaryen

euphoria —

rue bennett

jules vaughn

elliot hill

lexi howard

fezco o’neill

maddy perez

chris mckay

daisy jones and the six —

daisy jones

warren rhodes

graham dunne

eddie loving

camila dunne

karen sirko

outer banks —

jj maybank

john b routledge

kiara carrera

pope heyward

sarah cameron

cleo grant

shameless —

carl gallagher

fiona gallagher

lip gallagher

veronica fisher

kevin balls

svetlana yevgenivna

adding more soon!

[phantomchick]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

Naruto

Hear the silence by EmptySurface the self insert fic that got me to start giving other SI fic a chance, continues to be great

the name of the game by a_sassin Follows the story of a civilian shogi player in the Naruto world and all the shinobi trouble she gets dragged into.

If You Give Me A Sword by TakaGang Ichigo (from Bleach) is the firstborn of the Uchiha mainhouse and Itachi is relegated to middle child.

Senju Of Wave by TheBeardedOne Naruto raised by Tsunade au

With Friends Like These by RecklessWriter sasuke time travel fix it

BNHA (can't believe the manga's ending in 5 chapters? Time flies)

The Democratic Republic of One for All by featherlessquill (CinnamonScribbles) All Might tells Izuku he can't be a hero, the echoes of One For All vote and decide they think he can and give Izuku the quirk

Harry Potter (disclaimer: I'm not a terf/transphobe fuck jkr)

Encounters of the Future Sort by CalmlyErratic The fifth marauders + Lily and Snape travel forward in time to Harry's fifth year. Chaos and angst ensues.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Snake by gonzoclock James and Lily baby trap Voldemort without his knowledge, Harry is Lily and Tom's bio son.

Fascist ideology in the Harry Potter Fandom. [Or, for real everyone, we are in the middle of a global rise in fascism please *think* about the things you're reading and the ideas they're platforming.] by skeli666 excellent meta is excellent

Star Wars

Biting His Own Tale by ADragonsFriend Anakin time travels, this does not make stopping Palpatine's plans magically simpler. Cathartic for those who wanted Darth Vader to actually do the work to atone after Luke redeemed him and for those who find prequel fix its unrealistically easy with just knowledge of Palp's identity/the clone chips sometimes.

Batman

Wings over Gotham by icarus_chained platonic abo my beloved, divergent from no man's land on, one of my favourite series

straight back by TheResurrectionist That oliver gets mad at batman on his friend bruce wayne's behalf fic. If you follow my tumblr you've already seen me reccing this but still can't leave it out

let the light in by TheResurrectionist that other great platonic ollie & bruce fic

Chronicles of Narnia the seas of all i knew by softtooth_jpeg edmund/caspian, I love the way this fic goes into Edmund's psychology and why he acts the way he does at the start of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, top tier writing

Four Thrones by shinealightonme A short but great fic that shows the Pevensie's transition from the end of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe to kings and queens.

A:TLA

Waiting on that morning sun by DustOnDaydreams

“To the Generals, Admirals, Officers, Soldiers and Sailors of the Fire Nation, Halt your advance. Pull back to your nearest military stronghold, and await further orders. Do not engage any forces unless absolutely necessary for your own defence. Put out any fires you come across. Sign it only with the full list of the Fire Lord's titles." “Your Majesty, do you not want to put your name to the missive?” A young pimpled scribe squeaked out to the shocked silence. “No. I want them to obey the order.” Or Zuko's transition from child soldier to young monarch in charge of a corrupted nation

MARVEL

(Un)Fortunate Circumstances by lomku au where Tony and Steve meet differently

Or how Steve wakes up from the ice in the SHIELD facility, runs into Tony, and kind of kidnaps him in his bid for freedom.

Even the Score by Sineala for phoenixmetaphor stony oneshot, Tony high in the hospital panics and attacks Steve. Super good.

Sucker Punch by Sineala Angst. Angst. Angst. Oneshot. Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team -- and Shellhead and Winghead -- again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible. Captain America was a good man by ElnaK inspired by Sineala's work this is Tony's side of the fic, "Sucker Punch". IT'S SO GOOD BUT PREPARE FOR ANGST.

yugioh

Legally Insane by Xparrot continues to be my fave yugioh fic

Percy Jackson

ATLOP: Trial by Fire by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show.

Nothing to make a song about but kings by iwillpassthis

It’s a fortune that Poseidon has a mortal son, because when an ancient curse hits his kingdom and all the sea gods disappear… well, someone must rule.

Original work

The Gift of Perfect Knowledge by BookmarkBookworm

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Homecoming--Luke&Lily oneshot

a/n: we are officially caught up! again, I apologize for it taking me so long to update.

warnings: mentions of blood/passing out (very near the end), allusion to smut

word count: 2.2k

masterlist

Luke & Lily Masterlist

Enjoy!

PSA: if you’re using mobile and are on dark mode, change to true blue. The words aren’t showing up in white for me on mobile and idk how to fix it☹️ I’m sorry.

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Luke had originally said he wouldn’t be home until July 26th because they always had a big celebration with the crew for end of tour. He and the guys took everyone out for a special dinner as a thank you for all of their hard work and support

It was a rough morning for mama getting the kids out of bed, to eat breakfast, and to get dressed. But, it’s the first day of Lily’s day camp for the Summer so you know she’s nervous and you try to tell her how much fun she’s going to have; meanwhile Posy is crying about how she wanted to wear her butterfly shirt not her ladybug one. Once at the drop-off for the day camp, all three kids are hanging onto you. You see Ronan and his moms, he shows Lily a sticker book he got that they can do on the bus. If you would have known he was going, you would have mentioned him earlier to ease Lily because she gets on the bus no problem with him. Posy pouts that she can’t go with Lily to camp, you assure her she’s going to have fun at her own summer class. She’s reluctant to go but you promise Lily will tell her all about her day 

Oliver doesn’t get fussy until you arrive at daycare. “It’s been quite the morning,” you sigh to his teacher, Miss Honey. “His sisters were upset and now he’s being extra clingy…” 

“It’s okay, sometimes we have those days, right Oliver?” Oliver is trying to climb up your legs from his spot on the floor as you put his lunch in the fridge. You pick him up and he snuggles into your neck. 

“Mama has to go now, you’re going to have such a fun day.” You kiss his cheeks repeatedly and rub his tears from under his glasses. He’s wailing for you and even though you know he’ll be fine and his smiley self in a few minutes, it still shatters your heart to hear him crying like that. 

Once in the car, you close your eyes and take deep breaths trying not to let the rough morning get to you. Then, you touch your stomach, “Please don’t make me even more emotional, baby.” This pregnancy has really been making you exhausted and your emotions are an incessant rollercoaster. 

When you’re at work, you get through your to do list and emails pretty quickly so by midmorning you were getting a cup of tea from the breakroom when the other women in the office start chattering loudly. When you step out, the chattering stops but they’re all grinning at you, even your boss.

 “What?” You ask. 

“There’s a delivery in your office,” Pamela smirks. When you enter your office there’s a large bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase. Knowing it’s from Luke, you smile and set your mug down next to the flowers when your chair spins around and Luke is sitting there, beaming up at you.

“Hello, Mrs. Hemmings, I have a very important delivery for you.”

“Luke!” You fall onto his lap, your chair knocking into the wall but Luke braces his feet on the floor. You breathe him in feeling tears spike in your eyes.

“Hi lovie,” he murmurs wrapping his arms tightly around you. He kisses your shoulder.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow night?”

“We finished things early with the crew. They surprised us actually with a late night buffet. Said they knew me and Michael have families to get running home to.”

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you sniff. He pulls your head back, his hands holding your face gently.

“What’s wrong, lovie?”

“It was a rough morning that’s all,” you give him a teary smile. “And I’m happy you’re here and I’m…emotional. And pregnant.” 

“Tell me about it on the way home,” he kisses your nose then drops a hand to your stomach. “This little one has a lot of emotions, hm?”

“Yeah,” you place your hand over his, and the way your hands are atop of each other it places your wedding rings next to each other. “What do you mean home?”

“Cheri said I can kidnap you,” he smiles.

The flowers are on the floor between your feet as Luke drives your car home, he had Ashton drop him off at your work. You tell him about the morning with the kids, mention how this pregnancy really is bringing out your emotions.

“How else are you feeling? Any morning sickness?”

“No, not yet,” you sigh. “Which is strange. I had morning sickness already when I was pregnant with Lily, Posy and Oliver.”

“Maybe your body’s gotten into the swing of things by now,” he chuckles and you lean over to pinch his cheek. “I’m sorry you had a rough morning, but I promise to make it better for you.”

“It’s already better because you’re home.”

When you arrive home he hugs and kisses Petunia then leads you to your bedroom where he turns the blinds a little so you’re in a comfortable shade. 

“Are we going back to sleep?” you smile kicking off your heels.

“We can after.”

“After what?”

He smiles deviously then starts to unbutton your red silk top. “Do you need another hint?” He quirked an eyebrow before pressing his lips to yours then onto your neck. 

You remove each other’s clothes slowly, Luke’s fingers are always on you and you’re always touching as well. You fall together on your bed, joining together and it’s always like the first time and the last time with every time in between and future ones to come. Your moans alternate and you orgasm (rather quickly, again thanks to being pregnant) he’s not too far behind because you clench around him so tightly. 

He’s panting as he holds himself above you, his curls falling over his eyes. “I forgot your sex drive is heightened when you’re pregnant.”

“And you’re way better than the vibrator.”

He barks out a laugh and falls to his back. “Thank goodness I’m better than the vibe.”

You roll over and trace the perimeter of his chest hair, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. “Wanna go get it while you recoup?” 

Luke lets out a long exhale staring at you. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, let’s see if you can get me off quicker than I can with it.” 

“Fuck,” he groans giving you a hard kiss and rolls you over. “I love you so damned much. Where is it?”

“Bathroom, top shelf,” you giggle as he kisses you again then leaps off the bed. 

You do end up falling asleep after a rigorous romp in the sheets but then you’re awoken by your stomach growling. Luke isn’t in bed next to you. You wash up quickly in the bathroom then slip on one of his new tour shirts then find him in the kitchen making a late lunch. Your phone is on the counter, with his back still turned you take a photo then call out, ‘hey handsome.’ When he turns around with a smile, you capture it perfectly. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling while listening to him tell you more about tour, how much he missed being onstage with the boys but also how he missed you. He mentions he wants you and the kids to go to Australia with them on the third leg of tour.

“I’ll be very pregnant by then, Luke,” you answer sadly.

“Just an idea,” he responds lightheartedly but you can tell he’s faking it. 

“We can discuss it with my doctor, but it’ll be the end of my second trimester.”

“Like I said, just an idea,” he kisses your forehead. “Your health and the baby’s is more important.”

You bite your lip because you know he’s putting up a front, you can’t help but feel like you’re constantly disappointing him. 

You take a quick shower together before you pick Oliver up from daycare. He’s so excited to see you both that he’s crawling as fast as he can towards you, excited grunts and squeals coming from him. Somehow in his excitement, he pushes up on his feet and walks to you and Luke. You’re cheering him on but when he stumbles, Luke catches him quickly.

This is the first time he’s walked, you’re crying again because those were his first steps and you and Luke were both present to see it. As you’re gathering his things, Miss Honey approaches you congratulating you on Oliver’s walking but then she mentions she’s noticed how nonverbal he is. She questions if he says simple words like ‘mama’ or ‘dada’ or even ‘dog’ and you frown because he hasn’t said anything like that.

When he’s excited he sort of hums which sounds like ‘mama’. 

“He was premature, right?”

“Yes, and he was in the NICU for twelve weeks. Is that common for premature babies not to speak?”

“Every child is different, maybe it’s going to take him a little bit longer,” Miss Honey says kindly.

“Well, we’ll be seeing his doctor soon so I’ll ask her. Thank you for telling me, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on it.”

When you tell Luke he gets angry at first defending that nothing is wrong with him then frowns at Oliver in his carseat through the rearview mirror. He’s playing with his toy keys, humming around them and gazing out the window. 

“We talk to him all the time, so do the girls…”

“It really could be because he was born so early, it could take him longer than most to reach his milestones.”

“But he walked today! That’s a big milestone and he’s 15 months old now.” 

“Luke, it’s okay. We’ll ask his doctor and see what she says,” you rub at the back of his neck.

Posy is equally thrilled to see Luke and starts chatting away about her day explaining how she wanted her butterfly shirt but Luke thinks her ladybug shirt is just as good. She beams at him.

The four of you are standing on the curb at school waiting for Lily’s bus to arrive. When it does and parks, Lily is talking with Roman and another little boy, when she sees Luke, her face brightens and she runs with her arms wide open screaming, “Daddy!”

Luke lifts her up effortlessly, his hand rubbing at her back and hair affectionately. 

“Hi my sweet,” he smiles kissing the side of her head. “How was camp?”

She tells him and you all about it while you walk to the car. Luke sets Lily down to help Posy get buckled in her booster seat.

“How about we go swimming when we get home and we have…McDonald’s for dinner?” Luke asks excitedly. Lily and Posy cheer, then you inform them that Oliver walked today. 

“Good job, Olly!” Lily tells him patting his hand.

Posy asks if Chloe and Maddox will be coming over too, she loves the twins.

“No, bug, they gotta stay home with Uncle Michael and Auntie Crystal. Maybe we can all get together this weekend.”

You all have fun playing in the pool, Luke tosses the ball for Petunia in the grass then she lays at the edge of the pool when she’s tired. Posy and Lily take turns swimming by her and kissing her nose while she pants. For the rest of the week, Luke and you take the kids to their desired places and you watch Oliver more carefully. He makes noises but no coherent words have formed yet. 

You spend the Saturday at Michael and Crystal’s where you ask about the babies. Luke’s eyes meet yours, he smiles and lets his gaze shift to your belly. You still haven’t told anyone else yet.

In August, you agree to tell everyone about the new baby but when you’re out with Crystal you feel a little off. Michael and Luke are with the kids so you and Crystal had a pamper day of mani pedis then went to lunch. You went to the bathroom and Crystal sat waiting. She texted Michael asking how Chloe and Maddox were doing, she scrolled through some stories on Instagram and noticed how long you’ve been gone.

Crystal makes her way towards the bathroom to check on you and knocks on the door.

“y/n?” 

“Can…can you call Luke?” you ask, your voice shaky.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I’m…” you look down at your fingers holding the wad of tissue as you try to stop it but all you see is red. “I’m bleeding. Call an ambulance…please.” 

Crystal panics and calls 911 right away while also ordering a worker to open the door. She tries to open it herself by shoving on it with all her might but it’s locked. She tries to call for you to unlock it but you’re not responding and Crystal panics more. 

The dispatcher says someone will be there in three minutes. Crystal is still demanding the manager to open the door, he’s fumbling for the correct key as she calls Luke simultaneously smacking the door calling out to you. He doesn’t pick up the first time so she calls again.

Back at Michael’s house, Luke finds his phone wedged between the couch and sees Crystal calling him. 

“Hey, Crys, what’s–” he answers but she’s talking so fast he can’t keep up. 

The only thing he hears is, “get to the hospital now. y/n’s bleeding. Hurry!”

Wails of sirens are heard in the background. Luke freezes. Crystal is crying. Lily’s eyes meet Luke’s. The bathroom door finally breaks open from a paramedic who kicked it down.

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Behold some of the worst Star Wars takes you've ever seen. "I love Star Wars!" No you don't, Lily. Just like certain reactionary hacks, you hate Star Wars for the most idiotic reasons ever. Case in point: 1) Lily decides to rewrite the sequel trilogy into angst-fest that over-worships the Sith as a misunderstood, persacuted race of people, turns classic characters like Luke and Leia into "old racist white folk" and of course, has her "heroic" character straight-up murder unarmed rich people!

Plus, as someone who adores The Last Jedi as one of the best Star Wars films since The Empire Strikes Back, Lily completely missed the point of the film! It doesn't need to be "fixed" as it's already a compelling deconstruction of Star Wars that challenges the notion of destiny and fixed traditions by having the characters grow through their mistakes: Like Rey learning she doesn't need to be related to someone special know where she belongs; Poe learning to stop and listen to other people's ideas; Finn learning about how other people are effected by the war; Luke learning not to give up on himself.

I get the feeling Lily's bitter because it didn't line up with her own bloated "SWTOR-and-KOTOR-II-are-the-only-SW-media-that-matters-and-the-Sith-are-the-real-good-guys" headcannon.

That and the real reason Lily hates Rose Tico is because she wasn't a sexy traumatized black lesbian with a high body-count. Because, let's face it, Lily didn't create Darth Amorosa because she wanted "diversity" and "representation". No, it was simply because she wanted a black woman to fetishize.

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Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

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Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

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Fred Weasley

George Weasley

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Luna Lovegood

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Draco Malfoy

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Theodore Nott

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Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

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Cat Adams

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Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

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Regina Mills

Killian Jones

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Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

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Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

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Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

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James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

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Gamora

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Jessica Jones

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Sara Lance

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Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

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Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 7 | S.R

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A/N - sorry it has been so long since I updated this, I have not have the impetus to write this fic but I am trying to restart it. Massive thank you to @reidselle for encouraging me to start writing this again and for reading chapters and discussing ideas with me, you are an angel 🖤

Chapter Summary - Spencer’s still reeling from the aftermath of his drunken mistake. With Luke’s words playing on his mind, he starts to realise his feelings towards his broken marriage aren’t as black and white as he thought.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - mentions of affairs, Spencer questions everything, swearing.

WC - 5.1k

Chapter 7 - All At Once

And all at once the crowd begins to sing,

Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her,

Maybe you started to compare to someone not there. 

The weekend's events had taken so much out of Spencer he didn’t have a chance to call you and apologise for his drunken behaviour. 

In fact, if he was perfectly honest, with everything else going on he’d completely pushed it to the back of his mind. 

On Sunday he spent the day at the mall with the girls in an attempt to cheer Daisy up. 

Spencer loathed shopping. He only went shopping when he absolutely had to. Malls were too busy for his liking and most things were overpriced. But Daisy and Lily loved to shop, mostly because it wasn’t their hard earned money they were spending. 

He spent the day traipsing after them, lugging bags full of their hauls around while they ran from shop to shop excitedly. 

He practically brought Daisy a whole new wardrobe while Lily damn near put the toy store out of business. 

They ate pretzels in the food court while Spencer rested his aching arms from being their designated bag carrier. 

Lily fell asleep on the car ride home surrounded by all her new toys while Daisy excitedly looked over her new clothes. 

He spent hundreds of dollars trying to make up for the way Maeve had hurt her. He even let the girls talk him into buying an even bigger, plusher and more expensive bed for a dog he hated who never slept in his own bed anyway. 

By the time they made it home he was exhausted. He was too tired to cook so he ordered pizza which they ate in the living room while they rewatched Encanto for what had to be the fiftieth time. 

When he put them to bed they were both singing We Don’t Talk About Bruno, which Spencer also had stuck in his head when he crawled into his own bed. 

He also found himself humming it absent-mindedly in the shower the next morning, mentally cursing his girls for making him sit through that movie again. 

It was still whirring its way around his brain while he made the girls breakfast. 

He drove them to school after breakfast and dropped Taco off at the kennel and it was only after he was finally alone, his thoughts fell back to his monumentally stupid drunken mistake. 

Checking his watch and seeing he had time before he had to be on campus he made a pit stop at the florists. 

It was a good job he had time to spare because he spent an unfathomable amount of time staring at a wide variety of flowers in various colours.

He must have looked utterly lost as a young girl soon came over and asked if he needed help. 

Yes, he most certainly did. 

“I uh…I need something that says I’m sorry.” He toyed awkwardly with the strap of his satchel. 

The girl gave him a slightly playful smile. 

“You wouldn’t believe how often we get people in here looking for the exact same thing.” 

“What would you recommend?” 

“Well, lilies are great for apologising as they can express a new chapter. But roses are really romantic. White orchids are also good as they represent sincerity. And blue hyacinths look stunning in an apology bouquet.” She motioned around the various flowers she was describing while Spencer stared wide eyed in confusion. 

“Uh…” he scratched the back of his neck. “All of them. Just put all of them in a bouquet. A huge one. It doesn’t matter what it costs.” 

“Sure.” She looked a little startled by his choice, most guys just went for whatever was cheapest. 

She admired his decision. 

Spencer tapped his foot in the ground while the girl went about fashioning a giant bouquet of whites and blues and reds and yellows. 

She tied them all off in a big red ribbon and looked proud by her creation. 

Admittedly it did look beautiful and Spencer knew next to nothing about flower arranging. 

He paid two hundred dollars for the privilege and thanked the young girl before hurrying out of the store barely able to see over the large array. 

He quickly stopped at a coffee house and ordered an extra large cinnamon latte which was your favourite. 

The flowers took up the whole front seat of the car and the smell was overwhelming so he had to drive with the windows open. 

He felt heads turning and eyebrows furrowed into frowns as he got out of his car with the huge bouquet. It was like a large flashing beacon that he’d fucked up. 

He tried to ignore all the eyes on him as he waited for you outside the psychology building, flowers in one hand, coffee in the other. 

The weather was desperately trying to warm up and was slowly succeeding and the morning sun beating down on him made sweat gather at his temples. 

The nerves didn’t help. 

You couldn’t have looked any less amused when you spotted him, only just able to see him over the almost comically large bunch of flowers. 

If he wasn’t standing right outside the building you needed access to, you would have walked any other direction to avoid him. 

You clenched your jaw tightly and hugged your purse close to your body as you approached him. 

“I’m sorry.” He spoke the second you were in earshot. “I am so, so sorry. I was drunk, not that that’s an excuse but I was. I had a bad day and I was a fucking idiot. I am so, so sorry Y/N.” 

You didn’t say anything. Not a word. Honestly you didn’t have anything to say that wouldn’t either be fuck you or go to hell. 

He proffered the flowers towards you. 

“I’m really, really sorry.” He pouted a little.

He did look apologetic, almost pathetically so and there was a part of you that felt sorry for him. 

Not a big enough part to forgive him though. 

You took the flowers from his hand and Spencer momentarily believed things were going to be ok. 

But then you dropped the bouquet on the floor and stamped heavily on them with your heeled boot.

You didn’t stop there. 

You took the coffee out of his hand, removed the lid and poured the scalding liquid all over the crushed pile of flowers.

Spencer’s face fell.

“Oh come on, that was two hundred dollars worth of flowers.” He groaned, shoulders slumping. 

“You think coffee and flowers are going to make up for what you did?” You spat at him. 

“Not entirely. But I thought it might be a start.” He shrugged meekly, toying with his satchel. 

“Well it isn’t.” You stomped on the flowers again. “You were a world class asshole, Spencer. You do not get to show up at my apartment drunk in the middle of night and try to force me into bed! And the things you said to me…I am not a fling. I am not looking to be a casual hook up and if that’s all you want then you should find someone else.” 

“Y/N, I didn’t mean for you to-“

“Go to hell, Doctor Reid.” You cut him off, stamping on the flowers one more time for good measure. “Respectfully, go to hell.” 

He watched you storm past him inside the building, knowing nothing he could say was going to make this better. 

He’d really fucked this one up. And he had no idea how to fix it.

***

He left a cinnamon latte for you every single day for the next week in Monroe’s classroom. 

He left post it notes on your car that told you how sorry he was. 

He tried at every available opportunity to tell you to your face how sorry he was but every time you caught a glimpse of him, you would turn and walk in the opposite direction. 

He didn’t blame you. But he wished you would give him a chance to explain. 

Not that there was much to explain. He was drunk and he’d been forceful. He’d said horrible things to you. 

An explanation wasn’t really warranted. 

But that didn’t mean he was going to give up. He wasn’t giving you up without a fight. 

It didn’t matter that the two of you had only been on one date, you were all he could think about. You’d left a lasting impression in his heart and he wasn’t letting you just walk away. 

But he knew he couldn’t keep pushing you. You had to want to talk to him. If he kept trying to force you forgive him, he would end up pushing you away. 

He had to give it time and hope that you would come to forgive him on your own. 

In lieu of making things up with you, he had made up with Luke, even if slightly begrudgingly. 

They’d talked on the phone for the best part of a whole evening after the girls were asleep. Luke apologised for the way things had come out. He hadn’t meant them quite as they sounded 

Spencer in turn apologised for reacting the way he had, even though he still felt he was completely justified. 

Luke surprised him somewhat when he asked him, “did you ever really deal with Maeve’s affair?” 

“What do you mean?” Spencer frowned, putting his feet up on his desk and leaning back in his chair. 

“When you talk about it, you always talk about the effect it had on your kids but never how it affected you.” Luke was in full on profiler mode. Spencer had heard that voice countless times. 

“The fact that it affected my kids, affected me.” Spencer’s frown deepened. 

“I know you say it was a marriage of convenience but you were together a long time, Reid. You must have had some kind of feelings for her. It must have hurt.” Luke’s tone was soft yet held a hind of accusation. 

“Not especially.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Spencer,” Luke’s timbre shifted. “The woman you spent a large portion of your life with cheated on you. Your house is still like a goddamn shrine to the life you used to have. And you’ve never gotten over your anger towards her. I think that’s because she hurt you more than you want to admit. You like to pretend you didn’t love her and that you’re unaffected by what happened because you think it’s easier to deal with if you pretend it doesn’t hurt. But sometimes, pain needs to be felt.” 

“Have you ever thought about being a therapist?” Spencer rolled his eyes and sat up in the chair. “I’m fine Luke. I’m angry because she tore my family apart. I’m angry because my kids now only get to see their mother twice a month. I’m angry because I had to reevaluate my whole life after she left. 

But I’m not hurt, I’m not heartbroken. And my house is not a shrine. I work and when I’m not working I’m taking care of my daughters and now some stupid dog too. I’ve been meaning to call Morgan to help me renovate it. I just haven’t had time.” 

“If you insist.” Luke sighed. “I won’t keep pushing it. But just know I’m here if you ever need to talk.” 

“I know. Thanks. But I really am fine.” Spencer stood up and stretched his back. “I’ll talk to you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah no worries. Talk soon.” Luke replied and then hung up. 

Spencer kept his phone in his hand and typed out a quick text to you, almost identical to the ones he’d sent you every night this week. 

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: I’m still so sorry. I miss you. Please talk to me. Goodnight, beautiful. 

He checked in on the girls who were both sleeping soundly before having a quick shower and crawling into his own bed. 

And once again, he dreamt of you. 

***

It was probably for the best that you weren’t talking to him and that he hadn’t made plans with you for his child free weekend because he didn’t get a child free weekend. 

He picked Lily and Daisy up from school on Friday and drove them to Maeve’s only for Daisy to refuse to get out of the car. 

“Pumpkin, it’s your weekend with your mom, you have to go.” Spencer turned in his seat to face her. 

“No.” She spoke stubbornly. “I don’t want to see her.”

“You can’t stay mad at her forever.” Spencer leaned over the centre console and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Yes I can.” She huffed. 

“Why don’t you want to see mommy?” Lily spoke up from the backseat. 

“Because I hate her.” Daisy stomped her foot on the floor. 

“Daisy, please don’t say that in front of your sister.” 

“Why? It’s true.” 

Spencer sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“What about if Taco comes to mommy’s with you?” It would be doing him a favour too. 

“Yes! Let’s go get Taco!” Lily beamed. 

“No!” Daisy raised her voice. “I’m not going in there and you can’t make me!” 

She was right, he couldn’t. 

So in the end Lily had stayed at Maeve’s and Daisy had come home with Spencer. 

It was strange just having one of the girls, it wasn’t often the two were apart. It was almost like the days before Lily was born. 

He cooked dinner for the two of them and they ate ice cream for dessert. 

Daisy sat in Spencer’s office with him, laying on the floor with Taco while he graded papers. 

Usually Spencer liked to work alone, the kids rarely came in his office. But he found the sounds of Daisy cooing over the dog relaxing and every now and again when he heard her giggle over the mutt it made his heart swell in his chest. 

“Are you having fun there, pumpkin?” He asked her with an amused smile as he scrawled some notes on one of his students papers.

“Yeah, Taco is the best.” She giggled, giving Taco a belly scratch which he adored. “And it’s nice and quiet, like before Lily was born.” 

Spencer’s pen dropped from his hand as he looked at the back of his daughter's head where she laid on her front on the floor, her thick dark hair tied up on the back of her head. 

“What?” He frowned a little, thinking he must have misunderstood her. 

She rolled over onto her back and propped herself up on her one good arm. 

“I miss it sometimes. Before Lily was born and it was just you, me and mom. Did mom have an affair because of Lily?” She asked curiously. 

Spencer tried to hide his shock, knowing his daughter could read his features. 

He pushed himself up from his chair and rounded the desk, coming over to where Daisy and Taco laid. 

He lowered himself carefully to the floor, grimacing a little as an ache spread through the old injury in his leg. 

He sat next to her, stretching his legs out across the dark carpet. 

“What your mom did was neither of your faults. You know that, don’t you?” 

Daisy shrugged. 

“Why did you have Lily? I miss being an only child.” She changed the subject. 

“She’s your sister, don’t say that, please.” 

“We were happy before Lily.” Daisy shrugged again, crossing her legs and pulling Taco into her lap. 

“And we were happy after Lily too.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she instinctively leaned into her fathers body. 

“Do you think mom would have cheated on you if you didn’t have Lily?” 

“I don’t know, pumpkin.” He sighed, pulling her closer. “But Lily isn’t the reason she cheated. And neither are you. I guess…I guess I just couldn’t make her happy.” 

“It’s not that I don’t love Lily.” Daisy tugged at Taco’s ear. “I just miss having all of your love.” 

Spencer felt his heart tear in half. He moved his hand from around her shoulder and cupped her jaw gently, guiding her to look at him. 

“Daisy,” he spoke seriously. “Just because I love your sister, it didn’t for a second make me love you any less, ok? You’re my baby girl, the first time I held you in my arms I felt like I could breathe properly for the first time in my life. The first time you looked at me, I finally knew the reason I was put on this Earth. And that was to love you and be your father. Please never think I could love you any less. You are my whole world ok, pumpkin?”

He felt choked up by the end of his speech and he noticed Daisy had tears in her eyes. 

She was quick to sit back and wipe her eyes on her sleeve. 

“God, mushy much dad?” She scoffed and Spencer chucked. 

He leaned in and placed another kiss at her temple. 

“Love you too, pumpkin.” He laughed against her skin. 

***

Spencer found Luke’s words were taking up too much space in his brain. 

When he awoke Saturday morning he laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and just enjoying a moment of peace before Daisy woke up. 

Although it wasn’t all that peaceful.

He was ruminating on Luke’s implications of him living in a shrine. 

It wasn’t as though Spencer meant to do that. He really hadn’t had the time to even think about redecorating. 

Ok, maybe that wasn’t true. He had thought about it, quite often in fact. But there was always some kind of blocker between the thought and the action. For whatever reason, he’d never gotten over that hurdle of actually making a change. 

But it wasn’t because he was clinging to his old life. He didn’t pine over his broken marriage, he didn’t wish for Maeve to see sense and come home. 

But maybe there was a small chance that the reason he’d held off for so long was partly due to the fact that once he changed the house, there was no going back. 

If he decorated it was effectively shattering his dreams of the future he’d planned even though, really, those dreams had been destroyed over a year ago. 

Had he really been grasping at his old life so hard and not even realised? 

Something had to change. 

After breakfast he and Daisy went to the hardware store and he let her pick out a new paint for the living room. 

It wasn’t much but it was a start. It was something to prove he wasn’t living in a shrine to his ex-wife. 

Initially she’d chosen a gawdy bright green shade but thankfully Spencer had talked her down to a much more eye pleasing sage.  

The two of them spent the day painting the room, well Spencer did most of it while Daisy kept getting distracted by Taco. And Daisy did only have one good arm, which she kept reminding him. 

But by the time he was finished he felt accomplished. The new colour was much more his style than the buttermilk yellow Maeve had painted the walls when they moved in. 

The only room he’d really aided in decorating was his office with its dark walls, leather desk chair and dark oak desk and bookshelves. 

He’d still be working at the BAU when they moved in and as such wasn’t around much to help make decorating decisions. 

He’d never disliked the way she’d designed the house but maybe it never quite felt like home as it should have. 

The sage green walls felt more cosy. It was reminiscent of his old apartment, the apartment he’d loved so much. He felt comfortable with a darker aesthetic, which was probably strange but to Spencer it felt more homely. 

Spencer always felt more at ease in darkness, he decided not to dwell too long on that thought and what that meant about his mental state. 

He should call Morgan and have him gut this place and start again from scratch. But he wasn’t quite ready to take that step. And not because he was pining over his old life. 

He didn’t know why. But not everything needed to have a reason. 

Once the painting was done and feeling much more satisfied with his living situation, he cooked dinner for the two of them and after he let Daisy choose a movie which he fell asleep halfway through. 

The closing credits woke him and he rubbed his eyes before focusing on Daisy who had her smartphone pointing at him. 

“What are you doing?” He grumbled, feeling the weight of the dog was laying on his chest. 

“Taking pictures.” She giggled. 

“Why?” He shuffled up the couch a little. 

“You look funny.” She snapped one more picture before her dad got mad. 

“How do I look funny?” He scooted the dog off of him and sat up properly, rubbing his eyes again. 

“See for yourself.” She handed him her phone and he stared at the photograph of his sleeping form, mangy dog sleeping soundly on him. 

But that’s not what he was looking at. 

“For the love of god!” He groaned, jumping up and dashing to the mirror by the door. 

“The paint must still have been wet.” Daisy giggled again. 

Spencer had two very distinctive sage coloured doggy paw prints on his face and many more covering his shirt. 

He glanced around and saw a spot on the wall near the TV where the idiotic mutt had put his front paws in the wet paint. 

There was a trail of the sage prints in the carpet from the wall to the couch. 

“This is why I didn’t want a freaking dog.” Spencer huffed as he made his way to the kitchen to clean his face. “What time is it?” 

“Uh…eight?” Daisy sounded unsure of herself. 

“Which means it’s actually later than that and you don’t want to tell me because you don’t want to go to bed.” He chuckled, wiping his face with some kitchen paper. 

“No.” Daisy whined. “Not true.” 

“You know I’m wearing a watch, right?” As he said this he glanced at it and saw it was a little after ten. “Bedtime missy.” 

“Boo!” Daisy sulked. 

He finished up cleaning his face, thankful the paint seemed to come off easily and came back through to the living room where his stubborn daughter sat vigil on the couch. 

“Come on, pumpkin. I can read to you if you like? We haven’t done that in a while.” 

She pulled a face like she was contemplating this for a moment or two. 

“Can Taco come to bed with me?” 

“Sure, why not. It’s not like I’ve brought him two dog beds or anything.” He sighed. 

Daisy happily picked up the little dog and carried him upstairs where she set him on her bed. 

Spencer sat with him while she went through to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth. 

He tucked her in and Taco curled up by her side. 

Spencer slotted himself on the small part of the empty mattress that was left and Daisy handed him a book. 

He read to her until she was sound asleep, snoring a little. She got that from her mother. 

He kissed her forehead and switched off the light before creeping from the room. 

He thought about having a drink but he was still ashamed of his actions the last time he drank so he decided against it. 

He pulled out his phone as he flopped to the couch and sent you a text. 

📲 Y/N Y/L/N: I really am so sorry. Please can we talk? I miss your voice. Goodnight, beautiful. 

Spencer stared at the freshly painted wall and the paw prints left in it, still having Luke’s words swirling around his brain. 

He didn’t love Maeve. He wasn’t heartbroken over her infidelity. He didn’t need to deal with what she’d done because he hadn’t affected him. Had it? 

Somehow he found himself on his feet and moving books aside on the bookshelf that shielded his gun safe. 

He hadn’t actually kept a gun in it for years, not since he left the bureau. But old habits die hard. 

He entered the combination and opened the thick metal door. His hand shook a little as he pulled out the photo album kept hidden inside. 

It was white once but was dirtied from fingerprints over the years. It was a little scuffed around the edges but that was probably from him stuffing it inside the safe that was just a little too small for it. 

Spencer didn’t know why he kept in there. He supposed it was because he didn’t want the kids stumbling across it and having to look at it before he was ready, before he had the capacity to take this particular trip down memory lane. 

He hadn’t even thought about the album in the year since he’d put it in there. He’d physically locked it away whilst mentally locking away the memories that went with the photographs. 

He took it back over to the couch and tentatively flipped to the first page. 

The first photograph depicted an unusually sunny fall day outside of DC city hall. Spencer wore a suit from his closet and Maeve wore a simple white summer dress, her pregnant belly very noticeable with the slim fitting nature of the dress. 

They both smiled brightly while Morgan snapped the photograph of them showing off their matching gold wedding bands, Spencer’s free hand cupping her stomach that housed baby Daisy. 

He saw no doubts in his eyes, no hint that he was only marrying this woman because he’d gotten her pregnant. He looked genuinely elated to be married. He didn’t remember ever feeling that happy. 

On the next page was a series of photos with the backdrop of a hospital room. 

Images of Spencer fussing over Maeve while she was in labour, a slightly fretful look on his features. 

There was a photo of Maeve with the newborn on her chest, seconds after she was born and Daisy was held by her mother for the first time. 

Another of Spencer in the worn leather chair next to the bed with the tiny seven pound baby cradled in his arms as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

There were a couple more of the three of them together in the hospital room and as they left the hospital the following day, Spencer and Maeve held hands while his free one carried Daisy in her rocker. 

The look on Spencer’s face in each one could only be described as pure bliss. 

There were pictures of Daisy with each member of her new family, with her Aunties Emily, JJ and Penelope and her Uncles Derek and Aaron and grandpa Dave. 

There were photographs from a few weeks later when they’d travelled to Vegas so Diana could meet her granddaughter. 

Diana’s smile when she held Daisy for the first time was the brightest he’d ever seen on his mother. She’d been lucid that day, thank god, and had cried and cooed over the gorgeous little bundle her son had created. 

Other photographs of Daisy’s first steps, her first time on the potty, her first Christmas and birthdays littered the pages. 

Birthday cakes and presents wrapped for a child too young to understand what they were. 

Gaudy Christmas jumpers set against the backdrop of an overly decorated tree. Paper hats from crackers adorned on heads. A small child overstimulated by a holiday she couldn’t comprehend. 

And in every single one he and Maeve looked so happy. The images showed them sharing loving looks, exchanging soft touches. 

If the photos didn’t exist, Spencer wouldn’t have believed it. His memories didn’t allow him to recall the joyful moments, only the hurt and the anger. 

Even as he looked at them he struggled to remember ever feeling the way the man in the photographs looked. 

The further into the album he got showed Maeve’s belly growing for the second time and more hospital photographs with Lily featuring Aunty Tara, and Uncles Luke and Matt. 

More holiday photos lined the pages, this time with Daisy helping her sister open her presents. 

Lots of photos of the two girls together riddled the pages. Daisy holding Lily’s hand while she learnt to walk, Daisy reading to her little sister. Daisy cuddling her new little sister and beaming proudly. 

They looked like the perfect family, smiling for the camera. But what was hiding beneath? Were they ever really happy at all? 

About a year after Lily’s birth, the photographs just stopped. The empty pages at the end of the album taunted Spencer. 

They just stopped. Ended with no warning. It was as though all the happy, smiling faces of the pages before had died. 

Maybe they had. 

Tensions had been high between him and Maeve after Spencer gave up the BAU. He resented Maeve and to a certain extent his beautiful daughter, for having to give up a job he adored. 

He was frustrated and exhausted all the time. He was making less money at Georgetown, which didn’t matter so much in the present as he had a substantial amount of savings, but not enough to send two kids to college. His future problems crossed over into his present day. 

It took its toll on Spencer. He went to work, came home and doted on his daughters and barely said two words to Maeve. 

He had a quick temper. His exhaustion manifested in anger and when he did talk to Maeve it was usually to argue with her about something. 

He’d been distant, far away even when he was at home, and she’d been lonely. So she met Bobby who made her feel wanted. 

Could he blame her for that? Was Luke right? He hadn’t been attentive to his wife and so she’d sought comfort elsewhere. Was it his fault she’d strayed? Had he pushed her to it? 

He flipped the album back to the first page to their wedding photo. Was he to blame in all of this? 

He was so wrapped up in his self pity, the knock at the door startled him. 

He frowned to himself as he pushed himself to his feet and padded over to the door. 

Who was knocking at his house so late at night? 

He unlocked the door and cautiously it opened a fraction so he could see who was on the other side before he committed to opening it. 

His frown only deepened when he looked into a familiar pair of eyes staring back at him from the dark. 

He opened the door fully and braced himself against the door jamb. 

“Y/N,” he swallowed. “What are you doing here?” 

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