i left out he part where he was like 'i remember when you got your period'

Get Out.

Originally posted by tess453

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.

Word Count: 2,428

Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)

A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!


Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.

The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.

Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).

You, however, cherished days like these the most.

It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.

It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.

But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.

However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.

The whole team would be here.

With Peter and you.

During your date.

Well, fuck.

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Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
Former Employment

Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)

@nogitsunelichen and @cobrilee – this is probably not what you had in mind, but I wrote it!


When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.

Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a class on the influence of society on gender.

He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before class starts.

But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.

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skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION

disclaimer: we dunno danish. huge shout out to @maksisskambackwards for norwegian-english translation for the boys and Håkon. (they didn’t want credit and I said hush) grammar fixes by me ;) 

Everybody introduces themselves. And Håkon says that they’re still producing and thats why everybody couldn’t be there. Håkon likes Eskilds character the best.

Mutasim: Hei hei. My name is Mutasim and I play Mutasim. And I don’t know what else to say. My favorite character is Chris - girl Chris. Good actress.

Cengiz: should I introduce myself? I’m Cengiz, its like Ghengis Khan. (pronunciation of his name) I’m 19. And turning 20 today. No yesterday. What else should I say. I’ve never done any acting before. So this is very new for me. But its very fun to be here and speak before you. My favourite actor is many actually. I think like Håkon over there that Eskild has been really good. Chris. Really all, many are good. And I also think Vilde. Of course I like all the characters. Sana is a really important character. I support all of them. All my colleagues are great.

Simo: Hi, I´m Simo and I´m Sana’s brother, Elias. My favourite actor, I wanna say first everyone is amazing. But if I have to choose one it would be Sana.

Yousef: My name is Yousef, and I play Mikael. My favourite character is maybe Even. An (unpredictable?) character.

Adam: Hi everybody, I’m Adam and i play Adam. I’m 18 and really an artist and suddenly I’m an actor. My favourite is Jonas or Marlon. I’ve known Marlon for many years. We used to skate together and are buds. And one day he was like, “Adam I’ll be in this new show on NRK,” and we were like,  “okay… Is that cool?” And it was really fun to watch how it turned out.

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anonymous asked:

Can you make a story where taehyungs best friend loses a bet so they have to wear a vibrator all day during school that taehyung controlls and can turn on and control how fast or slow it goes when he wants thanks :))))))

Black Panties:

You stretched out your stiff joints as you rolled over in the cocoon of sheets that were on your bed. The big comforter sliding off one side as the sheets trapped your legs into the confines of the ends. You didn’t want to wake up, but the soft sounds of ‘Boys’ by Charlie XCX alerted you that your alarm was going off. Rubbing your hands over your face you sighed softly, cracking your eyes open and damn near falling out of the bed as you gasped and yelped with fright. Taehyung was sitting on the edge of your bed smirking down at you as he watched your frightened state clearly unaffected by the inhuman noises you were letting out of your mouth.

“Taehyung! What in God’s name!” You cried out detangling yourself from the covers to place them over your chest covering up your breast that were spilling out of your tank top. Taehyung gave a boyish grin that lit up his facial features and brown orbs that seemed to melt you in every time you looked at him.

“You did give me a key to come over whenever I wanted. Besides, it is time for me to tell you the punishment that’s in store for you.” Taehyung boasted proudly sticking his chest out and you groaned falling back against the soft sheets letting them flip up around you, your eyes slowly falling back closed.

“Five more minutes.” You grunted but Taehyung wasn’t having it. He crawled onto the bed and started to tickle you with his fingertips running up and down your sides causing your loud yelping noises to come back full fledge. Your body squirmed under him as your arms pushed out to attack him but he dodged every attack that you had in store for him. He straddled your waist laughing down at you, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he let his own deep chuckles wrap around the both of your ear drums causing you to shiver because his everything was intoxicating. “Mercy!” You called out and finally he pulled back smiling down at you both of your breathing ragged as he plopped back down on his ass and you squirmed to sit up, if your hair was disheveled before it looked like a tornado landed on top of your head now.

“Go get ready bed head.” Taehyung teased as he ruffled your hair combing through the locks but also gripping at your hair causing you to gasp and look at him.

“it’s too early.” You slapped at his shoulder and he pulled you onto his lap before you stood up and pulled down the booty shorts that you had on. Taehyung had no problem sliding his hand up to caress your ass cheeks as he watched you walk away into the bathroom.

You stood there and started to brush your teeth and wash your face doing the main things that would help you get rid of your sleepy state. You started to mess with your hair running your fingers through it and combing it out, fixing it to make it look presentable for the day. You didn’t feel like putting on makeup or anything that required extra work because you had also stayed up late the night before and now you were dreading every making such a decision. Once you walked back out to Taehyung your eyes finally look in what he had on. Black skinny jeans that had rips at the knee and a long sleeved blue sweater. His newly dyed blonde hair was getting him attention for sure and you always being around him saw how he ate that shit up.

“So, having a good morning blondie?” You teased him as you went to your closet to look for some clothes frowning because you didn’t know what to wear.

“I did. Also, I wouldn’t wear anything too tight if I were you.” Taehyung stated and you groaned softly to yourself, deciding on leggings and a T-shirt of your favorite anime. You walked out with the clothes in your hand and saw that Taehyung had just finished making up your bed. Your heart swelled as you watched the male, he took care of you and it was times like this where you questioned why you two kept the title of just best friends. You did everything together. Even each other. The thought made your cheeks tint pink but you waved it off as you sat the clothes down onto the edge of the bed standing in front of them watching him. Taehyung saw you and he came to sit by your clothes smiling up at you gripping onto his backpack.

“I told you not to make a bet with me. I know things and I have people that tell me things. And you can imagine how happy I was when I heard first hand that our biology quiz was canceled for today.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned inwardly. You had been on his ass all week about studying for the test on Friday because you didn’t want him to fail. Both you and Taehyung had the same major so he was always in your classes Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and you wanted to help him out. But he insisted that there would be no test today and for you to calm down. One too many insults back and forth between the two of you; and your mouth was opening a bet being placed on if there was a test today or not. The bet went for a range of things. If he won you had to try out these new panties that vibrated and if you won he had to wear a skirt to class all day and not complain about it.

“Shut up, just because you know things it doesn’t mean you are always right.” You said bitterly and Taehyung mocked you nodding his head as he pulled his backpack onto his lap unzipping it and taking out the new package for you. He undid it and slipped another package out and your eyes watched as he placed the vibrator into a little opening compartment where your pussy was going to be resting and your legs lightly buckled. Your pussy tingled as you thought about it, your heart rate slowly starting to pick up as sweat prickled at your temples on each side of your head. Taehyung held up the remote and smiled happily before handing over the black panties.

“It doesn’t matter if I am always right or not. I was right today so be a good girl and put on these panties or I will spank you.” Taehyung threated you and you slowly started to strip.

“You make that sound like a bad thing, but I don’t want to be late for class once again so I might as well take my loss.” You grumbled out your complaints as you started to peel of layers of clothes until you were in nothing. Slowly, you stepped into the panties and pulled them up your legs before your bra and then your clothes. It felt snug against your pussy and the part that you dreaded the most had come true. The bullet pressed against your clit the most. You sighed to yourself before you searched for your shoes keys and your backpack.

“I’m going to drive today.” Taehyung stated and you nodded your head knowing that he had a motive up his sleeve so you weren’t going to question him about it.

Once you were at school, you got out of the car and walked beside the male towards your first class. It was like any other day but you couldn’t help the nervous feeling you felt swirling into the pit of your stomach wondering when he would turn the panties on or use them against you. The thought alone had you wanting to run away from him and hide, he was ruthless when it came to things like this.

You were in the classroom before you knew it, your mind finally focusing onto the task at hand. You loved English class, it was the only class you were the best at and it helped that you occasionally dabbled in writing yourself though it wasn’t that good. The teacher came in wearing a dazzling smile on his lips that made your heart stop along with the rest of the student body in that classroom. Once he started to talk you forgot about everything including the stupid lost bet between you and Taehyung. Taehyung himself did not like the fact that you were drooling over your professor because the male also flirted with you.

“Raise your hand if you can tell me what kind of emotion Shakespeare must have been facing when he was writing this story.”

Your hand went up immediately and the teacher smiled, his eyes training on you as he turned to face you stating your name. As soon as your lips parted Taehyung had fished the remote out of his pocket and turned the vibrations up to the medium setting. A soft moan left your lips as your mouth stayed perched open from surprise. Some of the people in the classroom laughed finding it funny and others finding it ‘cute’. Some girls who had it out for you sneered their noses up at you finding what you did to be an insult. Taehyung himself felt very proud as he watched you stammer over your words and try to get your answer out.

“Thank you very much for that explanation. Anyone else?” The teacher asked avoiding you for the rest of the class period but honestly you could care less. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk and you pinpointed the vibrations pressing it down against the seat so that you could rock your hips against it gently to not alert anyone else of the vibrations that were present. In no time, your orgasm was swelling in your stomach, your mouth falling open again as you started to pant, the sweat starting to prickle at your forehead and neck, you were sure your juices were slipping past your bottoms and landing on the seat itself. You were shifting to get it to press harder against you but the moment you thought you’d cum, the vibrations were cut off. Your body jolted violently against the seat and you covered it up by reaching down into your backpack as if you suddenly remembered you had to get something out. Looking up at Taehyung you watched him tap the remote against his knee before he pushed it back into his pocket.

Orgasm denial was your biggest kink, so it only helped you become more wet because you knew the more worked up you got the more the orgasm would be when you were finally allowed to cum. Taehyung was thinking the same thing, he waited for twenty minutes to pass before he turned it back on the lowest setting this time, letting it soothe your puckered pink clit but not give you enough to make you cum like you wanted. As the class was winding down you gathered your stuff happy that Taehyung had once again turned off the vibrations and let you pack up as he did so as well. You were both walking down the hallways to go towards your next class when you felt the high vibrations of the panties press against your clit. Crying out you fell against Taehyung reaching out blindly for him as the sensitivity overtook your pussy. Your hips rutted against nothing and Taehyung wrapped his arm around your lower back pulling you towards him. You looked so beautiful with ragged breath and disheveled hair. Your body starting to coat in sweat as you trembled from the pleasure that he was giving you. Taehyung led you to class, slowly walking with you but the shifting of your weight only added in helping the bullet tear up your clit.

The moment you were in your next class you held onto the edges of the table, bending over to drop your backpack down you felt as if your very spot itself was being fucked. Your legs gave out and you fell against the floor as Taehyung turned off the vibrations. One of your fellow classmates came to check on you, wanting to see if you were okay and once you assured her that you were fine your high slowly came down. Your legs wobbled a bit but you were able to make your way into the seat your heart rate calming down a bit.

It drove you crazy the whole class. You sat in the front of this class where Taehyung sat in the back. The whole class period he drove you crazy giving you, an intense two minutes of the high settings watching as you gripped onto the desk so hard that your knuckles changed colors only for him to deny you and shut it off. And then repeat it for a longer period with the volume on low. You couldn’t even count on your hands how many times he had denied you in the past hour alone. Your eyes were so close to rolling back at one point that you had to shut them and wince, squeezing your legs together you heard the teacher speaking to you asking if everything was okay. It went that way for every class period. Of course, you had breaks throughout your classes where you went to lunch or the library to study and hang out with friends where Taehyung became bolder, doing things like gripping at one of your legs to push them apart letting the bullet tear up your clit as your nails dug into his arms. Your cheeks had become swollen from how much tears you had shed over the course of the first half of the day.

Your biology class was the worse. As soon as the teacher started to explain why she did what she did Taehyung made sure to turn the vibrations on for ten seconds on maximum only to shut them off and let you rest for five seconds. You were frustrated, beyond mad at all the teasing. You were fed up and you needed the pent-up energy to be released. Your hands gripped onto the table again in the middle of the classroom and you started to cry, your body shaking from the ruined state it was in. Your pussy felt so sensitive it was hurting to even close your legs. It was throbbing and you knew there was a puddle in your seat. Shifting your legs down against the spot, you let your leggings take up the wetness, hearing your teacher once again call for you, you eyed her with a pained expression.

“Do you need to go to the nurse dear? You don’t look so well.” She said with worry written on her face.

“I- don’t feel so good but I really can’t miss class.” You whined softly letting your tears fall down your face making it seem like you were just upset behind the thought of having to leave class. Your teacher gave you a gentle smile as she shook her head.

“I am sure that your syllabus will show you the work for next class assignment. You can always email me and I will assist you in any way possible.” Your teacher stated and you nodded your head slowly wiping your puffy eyes and stuffing your belongings into your backpack as the vibrations were shut off.

“Yes Mr. Kim?” The teacher asked Taehyung and he cleared his throat sitting up and trying his best to keep the shit eating grin from his face.

“May I take her to the nurse? She doesn’t look like she will be able to get there on her own if she’s in that much pain.” He pleaded waiting for you to stand up and brace against the table worried that you were going to fall if you didn’t. Your teacher typically didn’t want anyone to walk out of class but because you looked as if you needed a helping your hand. She gave him a nod when concern on her features as she watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder. Taehyung moved to scoop you up in his arms carrying you out of the classroom walking down the hallway as he smirked at you, he was being a bit too nice to you but as soon as he started, it ended. Taehyung sat you down and turned the vibrations back on medium as he watched you.

“Stand up and walk to the bathroom.” Taehyung demanded and you gazed up at him with an incredulous look on your features shaking your head left to right. “Stand up and walk or you won’t cum for a whole week at least not with me.”

You puffed your cheeks and nodded your head standing up you took slow steps to the bathroom that was around the corner and down the hall. It was torturous for you to walk all that way and Taehyung stayed behind you teasing you with shifting the remote settings from medium to low. You pushed open the door harshly and Taehyung followed you turning the vibrations up on high. He watched you run for a stall before your legs gave out and he chuckled. He was a bit sadistic when it came to you and it knew one day he would have to learn how to control it but today was not that day. He pushed the stall door open watching as your body pressed against the wall, your legs wobbled and you were crying looking at him need in your eyes, unruly lust there as well. The sight made Taehyung’s already hardened shaft feel as if his pants couldn’t get any tighter and the amount of blood that rushed there almost made his head sway as well. He gripped both of your backpacks hanging them on the little clip that was behind the stall. He locked the stall and he moved towards you in the tight space spreading your legs wider with his own. His hand reached down to feel the drenched soaking wet fabric. He looked in your eyes as he pressed the vibrations hard against your clit watching you yelp out in pain more than pleasure.

“My poor baby does it hurt?” He teased as he felt your hips react before he moved to shut off the vibrations once he knew you were close again. You nodded your head, your hands reaching to pull him closer, you knew what he wanted and needed.

“Please Taehyung.” You spoke your voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me, I need you deep inside of my pussy. I know you miss it. I miss feeling you. I miss having your thick dick buried deep inside of me stretching me out as you fuck the shit out of me. I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me cum. I don’t think I can take anymore. My pussy hurts so bad but I still want you, I need you to make this better. Only you can. Please Taehyung, please Daegu.” You called him that nickname when you were needy or wanted to get under his skin because you knew he loved it and he could never say no. Pressing gentle kisses against his lips and soon all over his face. Taehyung growled against your ear as you started to suck and nibble on his lobe. His hands gripped at the sides of your hips yanking down the leggings from your body. Next the panties followed, he was so eager that when he picked you up by the back of your thighs, your bottoms rested against your ankles but he never took them off.

“Hold them up.” You nodded your head grabbing at your bottoms holding them with your hand, Taehyung started to unzip his pants and pull out his hardened shaft that was throbbing and warm in his hand. The tip angry and red, little beads of precum already on the tip from how worked up he had made himself all day. He moved to press his body against yours, resting your legs up against your chest. Your hands had to move up to grip onto your bottoms making sure that it was easy for the both of you to get this quickie on. Taehyung grind his hips against yours, his thick appendage dragging up and down your pussy lips grazing your sensitive clit and you whined more feeling something real against you this around. Taehyung coated his shaft with your juices and slipped his member down against your dripping opening. He slipped inside of you with ease your juices making the perfect lube from how wet you had been all day. Taehyung let his hands grip onto your thighs, his nails digging into the flesh as he started to deeply grind against you. He fucked you deep and hard, bottoming out instantly to help aid his thrusts. Your body moved up and down against the wall as Taehyung ate up your cries, the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy could be heard in the bathroom. Taehyung started to jackhammer inside of you, fucking you so fast and hard that you could barely get out any word moan or phrase. Your eyes rolled back as you held onto the bottoms above your head your toes curling in the shoes as he snapped his hips against yours. The bathroom door swinging open along with the animated chatter of voices let you both know that you weren’t alone. Taehyung moved to press his lips against yours, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. He sucked eagerly on your tongue searching the roof of your mouth and around the insides of your cheeks. Your spit mixing as he ground his hips in deep circles against you angling himself to find your spot. Your muffled cries were almost heard by the girls that were chatting, peeing and fixing their makeup discussing dinner plans for after class. Taehyung had you in a state of ruin, he was good at picking your body apart and making you feel on cloud nine. Your back was arching against him as your pussy eagerly squeezed him deeper inside, being so used to being molded and fit perfectly for him.

As soon as the girl’s left he pulled back. Rotating and slamming his hips harder against yours, causing the walls of the stall itself to shake lightly and sound off from the force. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? That’s right wrap that pussy around my dick you little dirty slut. You fucking drenched out your panties, and leggings I should have stuffed them in your mouth and made you fucking clean them, now look at us. You’re lucky that was our last class for the day or I would have had to take you home and spank your pretty ass before fucking you into my mattress. Who’s my good girl?” he asked slapping your ass.

“I am.” You mumbled in the mist of your moans.

“Who?!” He shouted growling as he bit on your bottom lip pulling it with his teeth.

“ME!” You wailed out as your head shot back so hard it lightly hit against the stall.

“Good girl now fucking cum before you get us caught.” He demanded continuing to pound away at your G-spot. You didn’t know if anyone could hear you shouting out his name during incoherent shit but you had a feeling that the people passing by hinted at what was going on unless everyone was in class which you hoped they were. You gave into his command. Basking in the feeling of his dick penetrating you at just the right pace and spot, your stomach tightened up and the fire slowly consumed you until you were cumming with silent cries of pleasure that Taehyung swallowed as he kissed you again. Feeling your cum on his shaft, the male couldn’t help but immediately follow you. He had been waiting, his balls had been tightening to the point where it hurt but he had to wait to cum because he wanted you to cum first and now you were both meeting your end. Taehyung buried his face into your neck holding onto you as your hearts beat into one another. Slowly your highs faded and he was pulling out of you, even going so far as to dry your leggings with the automatic dryer in the bathrooms as you kept a look out at the door. Soon the both of you were walking back towards his car hand in hand as the both of you gloated in pleasure.

{PART 2} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’ve entered Jungkooks’ house, but will you be able to leave in one piece?

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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A Couple That Games Together

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Authors: @ninja-stiles & @mf-despair-queen

Words: 6551

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.

Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.


Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


It all started in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky, sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.

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it ain't me // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan doesn’t realize how much he loves Y/N until it’s too late

Requested: no, based off of this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes and smut

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The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.

Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.

The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.

The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.

As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.

Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.

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Asking Kodaka Kazutaka about 7 Years of Dangan Ronpa

It’s been about 7 years since Dangan Ronpa 1 came out in 2010. Since then that new IP has grown to include anime, stage shows, manga, and other media and become a beloved series. While the series has been spreading since the release of the first game, the man who birthed it, Kodaka Kazutaka, has become a name that echoes throughout the industry. For Kodaka, who has said he is taking a break from Dangan Ronpa, he looks back over the seven years he has continued the franchise and what he plans to do in the future.

No direct spoilers, just really goddamn long.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 


Trigger warning: self harm


Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


Yoosung

  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


Jaehee

  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


Jumin

  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


707

  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


V

  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


Saeran/Unknown

  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”


~jane

anonymous asked:

131+132+147 for the prompts maybe? you're amazing xx

131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

I also had a prompt for what would happen if Andrew and Neil met while Mary was still around. This… might turn into a verse lmao

The school is buzzing. And hot. Summer starts early in California and the fucking air conditioning isn’t working. Figures. The long sleeves don’t help, Andrew knows, but a little sweat isn’t going to make him stop wearing them. The heat isn’t really the problem right now. The problem is the red-head a year below Andrew, the one who showed up unexpectedly two months into the school year with a smile and a mother whose hair was just a touch more orange. Andrew remembers her, though he hasn’t seen her since. He hasn’t seen the kid that often, either - Jake is his name, Andrew thinks - except at lunch or in the rush around the lockers. 

He sees Jake now, though, just like everybody else.

The black eye is awful, puffy and out of place on that fine-boned pale face. The flesh looks dead, bloated, ready to burst. Andrew can almost believe it actually is, with the haunted look to the kid’s eyes. And all of the pretty girls are swarming him like flies, their jock boyfriends in the background ready to strip Jake of everything that he is if he makes the wrong move. The lack of personal space is making more than just Jake uncomfortable.

Andrew slams his locker and marches across the hall. He doesn’t even have to touch any of them; all he has to do is glare, and they scatter, exposing the carrion that had been about to become their next meal. 

Jake looks at him with shocking green eyes - well, eye, given that his left is pinched painfully shut - and a firm set to his mouth. “I can take care of myself just fine.”

Oh. Oh. This might be more interesting than Andrew had originally thought. Maybe he should have talked to Jake sooner. It seems the shy boy has a mouth on him.

“Yes, you looked like you were doing a fantastic job keeping the buzzards away,” Andrew says. “Next time I’ll wait until they’ve stripped your bones.” When Jake just continues to look at him, Andrew strains not to sigh. “Idiot. Come with me.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

Andrew’s expression drops at the sudden weary edge to Jake’s tone. He’s turned into a deer, body frozen and leaning away, tense and watching and seconds away from fleeing. A locker slams, and it’s instinct for Andrew’s eyes to snap toward the sound. A mistake. When he looks in front of him again, Jake has slipped away into the crowd.

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Leave This Town Pt 7 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Surprise Avengers! :)

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind. 

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff! Tiny bit of angst. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.2k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Oh my gosh, this fic has taken over everything and I just can’t stop myself from adding more parts but I don’t want to?? I’ve been so excited to get to this part so please let me know your thoughts! I adore you all. <3

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Originally posted by bovaria

Two Years Later

Warm, salty sea air caressed your face and tousled your hair in the early light. Resting your mug of coffee on the porch railing, you let your gaze wander over the sprawling city toward the rolling hills and beyond. It was in the stillness of the morning where you allowed yourself to marvel in the fact that you now called this place home. In a few weeks, it would be two years since you arrived Los Angeles without a clue and barely a plan. It was amazing to think back on the path you had taken, the struggles you’ve had, and the sacrifices you have made.

Pressing the mug to your lips, you took a sip and felt a presence behind you seconds before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

“The ocean is that way, you know,” he teased, hooking his thumb in the direction behind you.

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Cool? (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is an avenger and she is Peters age and she has a huge crush on him but shes really shy, and barely ever talks to him because she is too shy, but the everyone but Peter knows. and they know that Peter likes the reader also. so they try to get them together? Sorry if this was really long/ confusing!!

(A/N) Y’all I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person, but I feel like I needed to post stuff to keep you guys entertained. I feel as if this wasn’t really what the request wanted but this was the direction it ended  up going in and I hope it’s up to the requesters standards. Also, I must say that this will officially be the first thing that is posted on my main blog. Much love!

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one who can only find his way by moonlight

for @nurseyweek, day 6: dreamer

The first time it happens, Derek is seven years old and having a nightmare.

He’s dreaming of the counselor his parents had made him see after the divorce, the mean one, the one who had pushed and pushed and pushed him to talk even after he’d started to cry and said he didn’t want to. He’s pushing in the dream, too, and finally, Derek, in his dream, thinks, with all of his might, I want my mom.

And then he’s not in his dream anymore. He’s somewhere else.

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Beautiful (Beau Bennett)

I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it. 

Requests are OPEN!

Warnings: Nah

Up Next: ???



A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.

“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.

“Beau…and your name must be Beautiful.”

“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”

“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.

“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”

You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again…what is today’s date?”

“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”

“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars…glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”

He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”

You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”

“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”

“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.

“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”

“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”

He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”

“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.

“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.

You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.


Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.

“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.

“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”

“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”

“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.

He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”

“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”

“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.

“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”

“What’s the score?”

“2-1.”

“Is your team or mine winning?”

A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”

“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N…but continue.”

“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”

“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”

“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”

You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t…I meant that….FINE!!”

He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.




30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,

He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.

“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.

“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything…but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”

A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”

“A typical date?”

“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.

“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date…and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you…and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”

“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”

You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky…you can even call me.”

“Can I kiss you goodnight?”

You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

So he did.




A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.

“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.

“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?

“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing…even if it is you.”

You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”

“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”

“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”

“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.

“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”

You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”

“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But…I wanted you to know first.”

“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.

“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?…I mean I have been for months…but I mean officially.”

You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”

“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”

“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.

Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.


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Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part V)

A/N: The end.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

It has been three days, you were nowhere to be seen and Reggie is about to lose his goddamn mind. He tried everything from calling you (which resulted to a lot of voicemails), going to your house (only to be greeted with an empty one),going to Cheryl’s house (a man can only be kicked out too many times before he learned his lesson), and even going to every single one of your classes to see if you attended but you always weren’t.

“Hey Reggie, coach asked for –“

“Fuck off.” Reggie muttered, getting his bag and going to your next class. Just to check.

The new kid nearly pissed himself when Reggie snapped at him, a glare that was all too familiar but still somehow managed to scared the shit out of him. Smith patted him in the shoulders and shook his head.

“What got his knickers in a twist? A fight with Veronica or something?”

“Or something.” Smith responded which the new kid, who was learning fast, got immediately.

“Damn.”


Reggie was jogging towards (Y/N)’s third period when she saw the all-too familiar red hair of Cheryl Blossom. He couldn’t explain it but a mixture of anger and relief was filling up his system. Anger by the fact that she was probably the main reason why you have completely disappeared out of his life and relief because he also knew that if somebody knew where you are right now, it would be Cheryl.

“Blossom!” his booming voice catching the attention of about fifty students and one Cheryl in particular.

He expected a lot from Cheryl: anger, complete silent treatment, ‘i-will-murder-your-sorry-ass’ glare but he was not expecting a smile.

“Hello, Reggie,” her smile turned into a smirk as she saw his intimidating figure stomping towards her. Oh, she is so ready for this.“Missed me?”

“Missed you, my ass,” Reggie spat. “Where the hell is (Y/N)?”

She rolled her eyes.“Safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.” She answered making Reggie flinch. Was she always this annoying?

Reggie refused to give in to the temptation of making Cheryl talk, one way or another because he might be an asshole but he will never touch another girl like that. He sighed. “Stop playing games, Cheryl. Where is she?

Cheryl was about to open her mouth when the a door on their right suddenly opened.“Oh, Ms. Blossom,” Reggie looked at their principal as he went out of his office. Wait, what the hell was Cheryl doing outside Principal Brown’s office?

“Is there any problem regarding your documents for the early transfer?”

Reggie’s blood froze. “Transfer?” he asked but he was ignored by Cheryl.

“Yes, Mr. Mantle.” Principal Brown stated quite proudly. “It is quite a proud moment for Riverdale High to have two of their students attend the prestigious New York University. Unfortunately they will have to leave us early this school year to prepare.”

Two students? No way. “Cheryl?” he nearly pleaded. Begging her to tell him it was Betty or some random chick he couldn’t care to give two fucks about that was the other student.

Not his (Y/N).

“Yes, Mr. Brown,” Cheryl beamed, looking at Reggie straight in the eyes. Me and (Y/N) will not let you down. When did we ever?”  

The chill Reggie felt in his spine could not compare to anything he has ever felt before. It was like all of his nightmares came true all at once. Everything was white noise after that. He barely even remembered running, could barely comprehend the shouts of the principal as he ran outside the gates of Riverdale High and to your house.

There was no way. Just no fucking way you would leave him. You had a plan. Reggie was going to work hard to win the championship to get his scholarship and you would attend the same university as him. Reggie and you have saved nearly your whole highschool life so you can get a shitty apartment near your future school and live together with Reggie.

You had a plan. You wouldn’t leave Reggie. You couldn’t.

He nearly broke down your door from knocking too hard.

“(Y/N)?! MRS. (Y/L/N)?! (Y/N) OPEN UP!”

“Reggie?”

He looked so fast he swore his neck snapped to see your mom getting out of her car. “What are you doing here?”

“Mrs. (Y/L/N) thank God! Do you know where (Y/N) is? I just can’t seem to get a hold of her these days and Cheryl was talking about – about New York and I thought that’s impossible cause –“

“Reggie—Reggie, darling!” Your mom shook him to calm him down. When Reggie looked at your mother he could swore his heart broke from the pity that filled her eyes. “I thought she told you.”

No. This is a dream, a goddamn nightmare. Reggie couldn’t breathe. It was as if some force removed any oxygen around him and his head was spinning so fast he could barely comprehend what your mom was saying or maybe he just didn’t want to hear it.

Reggie didn’t want to accept the fact that you left him all alone. It was supposed to be you and him towards the end. You were supposed to be together.

He wasn’t even given the chance to give you your bracelet. He took a glance at the watch you gave him and realized it was blurry because his eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“I knew I’d find you here.” He straightened up and blinked out his tears only to see Cheryl already sitting at the bench at their little park. He didn’t even realize he was walking down here. He rolled his eyes at Cheryl, she’s probably here to brag all about New York and he really isn’t in the mood for banter right now.

He just lost his hold on this world and now everything in his life is fucked up. He wasn’t even able to say a goodbye. Didn’t he at least deserve a goodbye?

Cheryl sighed patting the space next to her and Reggie gave in. “Remember when we used to play here when we were kids and the three of us and Jason had a whole sandbox for ourselves because even as we were kids we were three assholes that didn’t want anyone but (Y/N) to play with us?”

Reggie looked at the place where their sandbox used to lay which was now turned into a small pond “Yeah,” he sniffed. “But to be fair you were the only asshole in that sandbox.”

“You once pushed Archie from the slide because he gave (Y/N) a flower.” Cheryl squinted, to prove her point.

Reggie rolled his eyes.”He was gonna ask her to marry him.”

“And then you asked her to marry you, in his place.” Cheryl said. Reggie sadly cracked a smile.

“And she laughed saying we were too young but said yes anyway,” Reggie finished the story and closed his eyes. “I remember thinking to myself that maybe if I was the one who get to marry her then we would never have to be apart.”

“Little Reggie would be pissed if he saw you now, wouldn’t he?”

“I’d let Little Reggie beat my ass any day if it means I’ll have her back.”

Cheryl stayed silent looking around. “I wished our world remained as big as this playground. In our little sandbox.Cheryl muttered and Reggie couldn’t help but glare at her.

“That’s rich, Cheryl,” he snapped, shocking Cheryl. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you get it?! You won! You have (Y/N)!”

“You think I wanted this, Reggie?!” Cheryl screamed at him, standing up. “Hell, do you think she wanted this?! She was willing to give up New York for you! She declined my offer every goddamn time because she just couldn’t drop your sorry ass but you somehow managed to fuck that up too!”

“I made one mistake, Cheryl.” Reggie stood up too. “One.”

“And if you think you’re mistake was ditching her for seven hours at Pop’s then you’re an even bigger moron than I assumed.” Reggie was confused. “You didn’t just ditch her at Pop’s, Reg. You showed her her place in your life and made her realize that if you weren’t gonna make her the priority then she will make herself a priority.”

Reggie shook his head in disbelief. “She is my priority and you know it, Cheryl.”

“What I know and do not know doesn’t matter. I warned you, Reggie because, unlike you, I actually saw it coming and was not blinded by some false sense of security that nothing will ever change and that (Y/N) will always be waiting silently behind me.” Cheryl sighed one last time before fixing herself. Reggie slumped at the bench, again , head running ten thousand miles per second. “The world is cruel and unfair, Reggie. People grow, they change, and they start wondering what the world outside their comfort zone will look like. Let’s just say we both learned that the hard way.”

“Just go, Cheryl!” Reggie screamed, hating the truth that was coming out of her mouth. He didn’t need the truth right now. He needed you back. Cheryl shook her head and started walking away but turned back.

“Oh, and Reggie.”

He spared her one more glance and saw her handing out an envelope. “Here’s your goodbye.”

Reggie stared at the white envelope long enough for Cheryl to get in her limo and leave.

To Reggie

He teared up when he saw your handwriting, the one you always hated but Reggie thought was beautiful. He opened the envelope with shaking hands.

Hey there big boy,

Reggie couldn’t help the chuckle that went out of his mouth. God, he’s gonna miss you.

Did that make you laugh? You laughed didn’t you? I’m sorry I suck at writing letters but I’m an even bigger idiot when I speak so let’s go to the lesser of two evil.

I’m so sorry, Reg. I know you probably hate me and I’m going to admit it right now that I’m a coward because I am.  I am scared to face you because I knew if I told you that I was leaving for New York you would’ve stopped me and I would’ve let you but I can’t do that anymore, Reg. I’m sorry. I needed to grow up and I can’t do that if I am always with you, if you are always there to protect me.

I have been keeping a secret from you, Reg. You see, I’m not that great of a friend. You might object (I hope you do, you ass) and tell me that I’m the best friend you have ever had but that’s where everything will go to shit, Reg. I’m not a good friend because I didn’t want to be just a good friend to you. I didn’t even realize it then but I have been using our friendship as an excuse for my affections towards you but now I’m letting it all out: I love you, Reg. And I meant that in the most non-platonic way possible. I thought I could keep it, I thought it would disappear and I can just pretend that everything is fine and dandy but clearly I was wrong.

I love you, Reggie Mantle and you have no idea how sorry I am for that. I did not leave as payback or to make you feel bad. I left because I need to. I need this. I need to see a life outside of you, Reggie because due to recent events I saw just how impossible it would be for me to remain in yours forever. The world doesn’t work that way and sooner than later we would have been ripped apart and I would be left with nothing.

None of this is your fault, my love. This was my decision to make and I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way. Despite it all, I hope we meet again some time in the future where we will be who we are supposed to be and we can rebuild this relationship that was never supposed to end. Somewhere, someday we will cross again, how and when it will happen will not matter, what matters is that, at that time, we will be right for each other. We will already be a better version of who we are today and we need to separate for us to reach that point.

I wish you nothing but the best, Reggie, because you deserve it. And I hope you too will find happiness beyond our little town in Riverdale. I’ll see you on the outside, it’s a date.

Love,

Pup

Reggie was a mess. Your confession was something he never expected but has been crawling at the back of his mind for a long time now. He knew that what he had with you was something special and he didn’t need Cheryl or Archie or Veronica to say that for him to notice. What you had with him was different because you were special. It was sick, the way he loved it when girls would whine at him on how he always spends time with you like they had any right because they didn’t. they were nothing compared to you, to his girl, and just like you he had been banking on the fact that you two have always been like that to suppress his feelings, to use it as an excuse for the one thing he was so afraid of: love. He was so afraid to love you because in his eyes you were you and he was Reggie and being just Reggie gave him no right to even dream of loving you. You were smart and beautiful and so fucking perfect and he was just some clueless jock who got you in his life by some dumb luck. When it comes to you he didn’t want to risk anything and in turn that was what caused you to leave.

He knew you were right but he couldn’t help but still want you back. There should’ve been another way where he didn’t have to lose you but he knew it was useless. Cheryl was right, he is a moron. He was so blinded by the fact that you were always there on his side that he did not even try to prospect the possibility of you leaving and now he is slapped by the reality of it. He should’ve said those three little words you wanted to hear a long, long time ago. God knows he loved you too, so much, too much. But he had no time to mourn because just as you said you will meet again. What happened cannot be undone and if he wants to have a face to show you when the time comes, if he really want to earn the right to ask you to become officially his then there was only one thing to do left:

He needed to fucking win this Championship


A/N: Or is it?


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Gladly ; Tom Holland

WARNINGS: nsfw !!, themes of hate sex-ish, protected sex, slight oral (female receiving), things escalating v quickly, 

summary: professor!Tom au


A/N: i bet my dog you guys will want part two of this,, it was so weird never mentioning ‘tom’ but rather just ‘mr holland’

Hearing the bell ring as you sat on the floor and hidden between the shelves of books in the library indicated that the vacant period has ended. You peeked to see everyone pick up their books and drag themselves out the room; but of course knowing that the next subject was English, your impish behavior meant for you to stay a little longer and intentionally end up arriving behind schedule.

It wasn’t after twenty minutes when you finally ambled out the library in the direction to the scheduled room. You cautiously turned the door knob praying that Mr. Holland still hasn’t arrived shortly realizing that if he catches you tardy one more time he’d definitely send you in detention for a month, as what he intimidated.

Unluckily as you had opened the door you were greeted with the recognizable accent that echoed in the room. Mr. Holland stood across yards away listing down terms with a chalk on the blackboard however pausing his discussion one your presence had entered the room. “Now that is the perfect example of immoral behavior,” He pointed out in front, pushing back his glasses before giving a displeased look.

Although you were fucked you definitely were not intimidated by it –thinking it was just a month of detention, how worse can it get?

Mr. Holland had clearly drawn attention to as you made your way at the back where you were seated. You slumped into your seat and threw your bag in front and barely attending to Mr. Holland’s lecture. “Miss Y/L/N, care to explain?” With many pairs of eyes gazed at you, it lead you rather flustered and incapable of speaking.

The entire room was hushed as the intimidating silence was coercing you. “And that better not be another implausible excuse about your dog, god help me if so,” afterwards you blatantly rolling your eyes at Mr. Holland. “You never learn anything don’t you, Miss Y/L/N?” His false assertion irritating you more as he shook his head, expressing his annoyance.

But believe it or not it wasn’t always bickering between the two of you. For once you actually admired Mr. Holland’s intellect; he definitely was smart, hence why he got a degree at an early age and began teaching, making him the youngest out of all the professors in the campus –and who’s just two years older than you.

You were even one of the best students in his class, receiving multiple praises from him time to time; however he began disregarding you after catching you cut class –which wasn’t his class –with your former boyfriend, and for no reason he began failing you in class. Although you did try reasoning his unjust system, he barely gave a rationale still leaving you with nothing.

So rather than further protesting you decided to let him have it and by that means of reifying what he had been labeling you as, thus, the start of the pointless bickering and disagreements. 

Anyways you deliberately kept yawning whenever you caught Mr. Holland glancing at your area, knowing well how much he hates impudence. “Miss Y/L/N did you even have a hint of what we were discussing about today, or were you sat there unmindful like the little brat you are?” He coarsely publicized in the entire room as you remained silent. “I though so too,” he affirmed.

For the rest of the period you were speechless out of humiliation but finally, after a while of sitting tight, the bell finally rang. “Remember the essay is due on Monday and I expect everyone to pass,” he reminded followed by, “class is dismissed, everyone may go.” As he walked back to the teachers desk and took his seat while you hurriedly slung your bag over your shoulder. “I meant everyone except for Miss Y/L/N.”

You grumbled, “come on, really?” before falling back to your seat as you saw everyone exiting from the room. “Yes really, now please take a seat in front,” as Mr. Holland indicated for you to seat across from his desk, you sighed having no choice rather than to walk in front and take the seat athwart from him. 

He leaned towards you, pushing back his glasses before speaking up, “you do know I can get you suspended for the multiple tardiness,” he threatened with his face expressionless and his voice unsympathetic. Immediately you reacted, “I thought it was just a month of detention? That’s unfair, you never informed me about this shit.”

“Language, Miss Y/L/N,” he prompted but it only left you more enraged. “Oh kiss my ass. It wasn’t my fault in the first place you started this whole mess because you were failing me in your subject for no goddamn reason,” you argued. “You were cutting class in the middle of the day with your douche of a boyfriend!” 

A bewildering expression crossed upon your face, “that wasn’t even your class. I never skipped your subject and yet you attempted on failing me!” You dissented. “Yes but sooner you began purposely flunking your academics and performance leaving me no choice than to suspend you, love.” And shuddering instantly once you heard him call you by a nickname, you then stood up with your face leaning closer to his as you looked directly at him. “First of all don’t call me that, I have a last name. And second, all I can say is a big fuck you.”

“Gladly.” was all you heard from Mr. Holland and questioning what it meant but sooner finding out after feeling a pair of lips collide with yours. And as much as you did hate him, your actions seemed to not have any plans upon defying him. So rather than shoving him and halting this far-fetched scenario, your body decided to keep this ongoing –because you were definitely lying if you said you did not want this.

His hands yanks on the hem of our shirt pulling it over without any permissions and tossing it beside. Then he deepens into the kiss, harshly and slobbery bruising your lower lip whilst discards his blazer and unbuttons his polo. Meanwhile you unbuttoned your pants, sliding them off and pushing them aside on the floor leaving you only in your undergarments and exposed as ever.

As things were definitely escalating quickly, you felt Mr. Holland’s lips trail descending over to your neck. He hungrily bit onto the sensitive skin forcefully sucking and assuring he repeated those actions several times until the area exhibited the multiple red bruises. You hissed along the way as your hands stripped his polo revealing his perfectly toned body. 

Mr. Holland had unclasp your bra and throwing it aside before feeling a wave of cold air hit your perky breasts, which sent goosebumps over your skin. His fingers proceeded over your sensitively stiff nipples, pinching and tugging it making you stifle a moan. “God isn’t you body just breathtaking?” He attempted to compliment though you completed ignored it. “Shut up, we’re just horny.”

The next thing Mr. Holland had done was forcing you on his desk, pushing aside all the unwanted objects placed, as your body bent over it. Immediately he tugged over your lace panties that eventually dropped down around your ankles giving a magnificent view of your ass. He gave a nice firm smack over one cheek as his fingers ran over your folds behind, gradually titillating you, as your arms extended over the edge of the desk.

Since you were facing the opposite side, you were blinded with Mr. Hollands actions unbeknownst to what he could do next. You felt a pair of lips hungrily lick you from behind as a pair of hands spread your ass further. His lips lapped over your entrance increasing the wetness that was forming between your legs.

You felt Mr. Holland’s breaths brush against your core as his tongue delve into you. He hummed as you continued to take delight with his actions with your fingers gripping on the edge of the desk and attempting to conceal faint moans coming out from your lips. “Can’t believe you’re agreeing to all of this, Y/N,” it was weird enough you were fucking your professor but it was somehow weirder when you heard your first name roll from his mouth.

There was a pause between the two of you making you impatient and look back to see him fumbling on his wallet in search for something. Finally seeing as he pulled out a familiar packet of condom. “You’re seriously like those cocky douches who carry a condom in the wallet?” You retorted whilst he was in the process of tearing up the packet with his teeth, “I’m not being cocky, I heard it was a sign of luck.”

Then he unbuckled his pants, pulling it down with his briefs and a clear seeing a view of his length spring out. It was definitely erect and hurriedly, he had rolled the lubricated latex over his hard on.

And at most immediately he penetrated himself inside you, making you grasp tighter into the desk and instinctively clench around him as you were unprepared. Like before, you nevertheless kept choking in your moans unwilling to give in and indicate a sign of pleasure nor’ satisfaction –since you do both ‘hate’ each other. “Come on just fucking moan for me already.” Mr. Holland groaned.

He continued to ram into you as he yanked fistfuls of your hair with one hand making you throw your head back and finally moan aloud from the forceful actions “Oh f-fuck you,” you cussed as he leered in delight after finally hearing something leave from your lips that suggested a sense of pleasure. “But hell you’re so fucking tight,” he dug his fingers, with the other hand, onto the skin of your ass making you hiss at the pleasurable pain.

The room was filled with your screams, Mr. Holland’s pants, and the skin slapping that was created between the two of you –and it was quite a turn on per se. Though he paused again for a moment, panting before speaking up. “Turn around,” he ordered in which case you obeyed, shifting from your once upright position to a supine one. 

Again, he had spread your legs wide, inserting himself inside you and continuing to roughly pound into you.Your hands reached over on Mr. Holland’s waist and digging your nails onto his hips as he pulled his hips down harder. To add to your nearing climax that’s building up in your system, his fingers reached over to your clit giving a forceful knead on it. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath.

“I t-think I’m close,” you cried out arching your back and clawing onto the desk. Then you began dissolving into euphoria as you neared an orgasm, feeling waves of explosions coarse through your veins. Your teeth sunken onto your lower lip as you clenched your walls around his dick afterwards hearing a loud groan from Mr. Holland. “God that was fucking tight.”

Gradually the rhythm Mr. Holland once had with his thrust began fading as time began slowing down. “Oh fuck you, I’m going to come.” You whimpered as the tension became unbearable with your attempts of holding down your climax. “You’re already doing it, darling,” he cockily winked as his propels became sloppier by the second.

And with no minute wasted, Mr. Holland began decelerating his pace though making sure to pound into you harder. You threw your head back as you finally released around him, giving a loud sigh before trying to catch your normal breaths –subsequently, after a few more thrusts, Mr. Holland came too. “Okay that was so wrong yet felt so right,” he pants before pulling himself out after having to unload.

“I still hate you and nothing has changed,” you reminded, helping your self down and off his desk searching for your clothes that was scattered in the room. “Yeah definitely. I still hate you and uh, nothing definitely has changed between the- you know, two of us.” He stammered whilst buttoning his pants up, “but even if we do hate each other, would you agree on a date?”

Without thinking twice you answered. “No,” before fixing your things and preparing to leave the room. “We shall never speak of this and god help me if we ever fall into a situation like this ever again, got it?” As he nodded in agreement. 

idk id this was crappy, sorry if so ):


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It’s Goin’ Down Part 2

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Summary: Peter Pans daughter goes to The Isle of the Lost and meets Harry Hook. A month later he moves to Auradon

A/N: Part 1 Prequel slight warning: make out session

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Words Written on Your Wrist | Soulmates! Spencer Reid x Reader | Part 2

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Soulmates! Spencer Reid x reader

Requested: Nope, I just figured I’d jump on the soulmate band wagon

Requests: OPEN

Part 2/?

       Part 1 Part 3

Words: 1699

Warnings: none

Summary: Everyone’s wrist has three words on it, the first three words you’ll hear your soulmate say. You think the idea of soulmates is just a bunch of junk, but you’re in for a rude awakening when you meet your soulmate at your new job at the BAU. Because you worry you will lose your new dream job, you keep the fact that he’s your soulmate hidden, pretending as if those three words didn’t exist.

A/N: Thank you all so much for all the positive feedback! It honestly means so much to me!! Here’s the second chapter!!


You and Rossi drove to the second dump site, going over possible theories as you navigated the foreign roads of New York. When you got to the scene you ducked under the yellow crime scene tape and took in your surroundings. It was a park, so very public. There was a bit of snow on the ground, though based on the photographs there was more when she was found.

             “She wasn’t found until the snow thawed.” You commented, “There was a blizzard the night she was dumped, which covered the body, that probably upset him, which could explain why there was the short time period between the second and third kills than the first and second.”

             “He could also be deteriorating.” Rossi added, walking around.

             “I don’t understand what message hes trying to send. He takes average middle to upper class women, holds them for a week, doing god knows what, but it isn’t torture, then stabs them, then lays them in very public places. They all had contusions on their head, so blitz attack, the unsub either isn’t very physically big or lacks the social skills to lure them.”

             Rossi agrees, giving the scene another once over before going back to the SUV. As you began driving back to the local precinct, silence took over the car and you thought that you couldn’t wait for 3 months from now when you’re settled in and part of the team. Since they act so much like a family, you felt a bit on the outside. That is, if you last three months and this soulmate situation doesn’t rear its ugly head. After a bit Rossi laughed, well not so much laughed but moer so pushed air through his nose in an amused manor.

             “You do know that the Bureau keeps record of what’s on all their agents wrists, right?” He asks, looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite make out.

             “Yeah I know, I remember them taking a photogr- Oh. You heard, didn’t you?” Your stomach drops as you realize what he was getting at. Of course your superiors would know what your tattoos said in case there was a conflict of interest on a case or for identification purposes.

             “I did.”

             “What does this mean?” You ask, hands gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles.

             “I think that depends on how you want to handle the situation.”

             “There isn’t even a situation in my mind. Or at least I don’t want there to be. I don’t want a soulmate. I’m happy with my job the way it is and I don’t want to risk it. I’m my own person, I don’t need another half.” You say with a sign.

             “So you’re just going to let him keep thinking he’s a Glitch?” You can hear the disappointment and sadness in his voice. Of course, he would be sad for his friend, they had been working together for years.

             “I don’t know. I just. I don’t want a soulmate.” You say quietly, a guilty feeling settling in your gut. “Please don’t tell him.”

             “We’re bound by laws that say we can’t reveal what anyone’s tattoos say, it’s one of the strictest rules we have in the FBI, so I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” Rossi says as you pull into the parking lot of the local police station and you let out a sigh of relief.

             “Good, you’re back, what did you find?” Hotch asks as you walk in.

             You and Rossi go over all of the things you noticed in detail, explaining your theories. Spencer was standing in front of a white board, a map taped to it, mumbling something to himself and then writing it down on the board, and that guilty feeling started to rise again. Quickly looking away you grabbed the file for the case.

             “Y/L/N, why don’t you go talk to the victim’s partners, we have them in the interview rooms, Reid, will you join her?” Hotch asks after a moment.

             You curse internally, though you plaster a normal look on your face and nod, waiting for Reid to finish the geographical profile before you go to the interview rooms. Glancing at him you kicked yourself, you have to get over the awkward and guilty feelings, you’re going to be working with him for a long time, hopefully, so you need to get better at acting normally around him, you tell yourself.

             “Hello, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and this is SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N,” Reid introduced you both and you shake the fiancée of the first victim’s hand.

             You two went through the motions of questions, did Angela have any enemies, what were her habits, where was he last, the works. You ignored the nagging feeling that was pulling you left, which just so happened to be the side of you that Spencer was sitting on. It was like your body was telling you to reach out and touch him, but you definitely kept your hands to yourself. Though you hate to admit you moved your chair forward and to the left a couple inches, disguising the leftward movement with the forward one. Maybe if you were closer it would get rid of that annoying feeling and you could concentrate more.

             “No, no I don’t think she had any enemies, everyone loved her. God, I loved her. We weren’t perfect together like everyone else but we loved each other, we made it work.” The fiancée went on, tears in his eyes. You frowned, what could he mean by that? 

             “Im sorry for asking this, but what do you mean?” You ask, leaning forward a bit.

             “Angela and I met in a support group for Glitches.” He clarified.

             You and Spencer nod, and you see Spencer fidget uncomfortably. After that you finish the interview quickly, moving onto the next the second victims husband. When you walked in and shook his hand you immediately noticed that his wrist was bare, and you frowned. Not only was this man a Glitch, he was a Blank. You envied him. You glanced at Spencer, wondering if he had noticed the pattern arising as well, but he didn’t seem to look at the man’s wrist at all. As you Reid was about to dismiss the man after asking all the routine questions you quickly interrupted to say that you had one more question for him.

“How did you and your wife meet?” You ask, hoping that this could give you at least some direction.

“We uh, we met at a group for Glitches.” He said as he held up his wrist you then thanked him for his time and he left.

“Both of the couples so far met at the support group, we should ask the others as well.” You say quickly, “It could be where the unsub is meeting them.”

“I agree, good catch,” Reid says with a small smile, but you noticed he didn’t make eye contact with you. 

Soon enough you found out that out of the four couples, all were Glitches, all four of the four couples met at support groups. When you explained this to the team, they immediately called Garcia asking about all the support groups in the area. Glitches weren’t that common, only about one per million people, and New York state’s population was just under 20 million people, which meant there were about 20 Glitches in total. Garcia found two support groups, both in New York City, but dozens of online forums. Together you came to the conclusion that the unsub may be a Glitch as well, possibly murdering these people because he was jealous that they were happy even without a soulmate.

“We should have two of us go undercover and go to the meetings.” Morgan suggested.

“I agree,” Rossi said next.

“I can go,” Prentiss volunteered with a shrug.

“Your script isn’t very believable as a Glitch though, Prentiss, like you said before, it is a pretty common sentence.” Morgan said with a sign, “Maybe JJ or Y/L/N could go, her is more ambiguous.”

“I can go.” Reid said suddenly, catching everyone’s attention.

“I could do it as well.” JJ gave Spencer a quick glance.


Luckily the team didn’t have to wait long because the first support group met that night at a local community center. JJ and Spencer were fit with wires, and instructed to go in with a story already set to explain how they were Glitches and that they made a pact to go to the support group together. Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Morgan, and you all waited outside in two surveillance vans, listening in on the wire. You watch as your teammates walk into the building, hoping that they would be able to find something out about the unsub.

“Hi, welcome to GA, Glitches anonymous, you two are new, what are your names and script so we can get you a name tag?” You heard someone greet. You stopped your jaw from dropping as your heart beat quickened, did they mean what you thought they did? Reaching up to tuck hair behind your ear you notice your hands are shaking. Glancing to your other teammates you make eye contact with Rossi for a second before you tear your eyes away.

“Excuse me?” JJ asked, Reid staying silent.

“Your script, what’s on your wrist, in order to build trust, we all write down what’s the first things we heard our soulmate say to show that we are willing to be vulnerable.” The person obviously running the support group explains.

“What if you’re a Blank?” JJ asks, obviously trying to give Spencer and out so that he doesn’t have to say what his is over the wire.

“Blanks are so rare, we’ve only had two in the 20 years we’ve been around. A lot of people like to claim their Blanks so they don’t have to write it down but we also always roll our sleeves up to keep everything out in the open. So, what are your names and script?”

“Im JJ, mine says ‘you must be’” JJ conceded, holding her wrist out.

“and you, sir?” You subly tried to take deep breaths to calm your heart. They were all in the room when you told Garcia that you love coffee, they would all know immediately.

“Uh, Im Spencer and uh,” He pauses and coughs uncomfortably, you glance to your teammates, who all look like they pity him as they listen. He had been working there for about a decade now and he never revealed what the words on his wrist said. “My script says ‘I love coffee.’”

 

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