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Simon: before you and after you

★~Good ending~★

✰ Before: Simon who always woke up early

✰ After: is now sleeping till 1pm holding you in his arms

✰ Before: simon who hated the taste of sweet confectioneries.

✰ After: is now licking batter off your fingers as you bake a cake.

✰ Before: simon who was repulsed by the idea of sex.

✰ After: is now holding you underneath him as he leaves soft trails of kisses on your jawline as he thrusts inside you.

✰ Before: Simon who hated sweet scented shampoos

✰ After: is now taking some of it during deployment to smell like you

✰ Before: simon who hated the sound of people singing.

✰ After: is now laying his head on your shoulder as sing your favourite song, his dark brown eyes admiring you.

✰ Before: Simon who couldn't fall off to sleep in the presence of others

✰ After: is now sleeping soundly next to you.

✰ Before: simon who swore hes not destined for love, not after what happened to his family

✰ After: Is now chanting soft I love you's in your ears as he holds you close

✰ Before: simon who thought he’d live a life of solitude

✰ After: is now proven wrong as you jump up in the air with the largest smile spread across your face as you say ‘yes’

✰ Before: simon who thought marriage was useless.

✰ After: is now crying as he sees you at the altar with your beautiful gown flowing off your body.

✰ Before: simon who couldn’t think of life without the army

✰ After: is now a retired officer eating dinner with his wife and his teammates.

✰ Before: simon who hated the idea of having kids.

✰ After: is now holding three of his own on his lap as he reads them a story for the night.

✰ Before: simon who used to get drunk on cheap beer in hopes to forget what he had lost.

✰ After: Has now sworn to not drink, no not when he has you and the kids to protect

✰ Before: Simon who thought about death constantly.

✰ After: is now unable to think of such things because after you, he’d live

Second Best - Tara Carpenter

Summary: It used to be Tara and you against the world, but now you can't remember the last time she'd ever put you first.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, brief weed mention, alcohol, mentions of throwing up, angst

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: Part two, anyone?

Everybody knew that you would always be by Tara Carpenter's side. Her friends, her family, and even Tara herself. Especially Tara.

Simon Ghost Riley | Masterlist

IN WHICH

JENNA ORTEGA FINDS HERSELF PONDERING OVERJACK CHAMPION'S CHILDHOOD FRIEND.

or

EVER SINCE, Jenna laid eyes on you at the party, she wanted to know everything about you.

YOU had made a big impact on her within the view moments you two were together, and she needed to know exactly who you were.

AS TIME passed she began to find herself a little obsessed with you, but she couldn't help it.

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

A/N: This I'd solely based on this fic, which I am in love with :) There is no gif of all four of them that isn't sad!!! 😭

Warning: addiction/addiction mention, abuse/neglect

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

want his balls stuffed so far down my throay

Neil Ellice in “Soap’s Battle Royale Checklist“ x ENDING

He makes me blush so hard…

Look at him with his puppy eyes omg my goooooood!!!!!

our little secret

Summary: You're the preacher's daughter with the perfect boyfriend. Lorraine is a rancher's daughter with a less than perfect boyfriend. You were both the best of friends. If only anyone knew what went on behind closed doors.

Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: 18+ smut (fingering, oral), swearing, religious talk (talk of sin, seminary, Christian/Baptist views), religious trauma, mentions of homophobia, angst Pairing: Lorraine Day x Fem!Reader Taglist: @aahdiieb A/N: Yes I am posting smut on the Lord's Day. It's been almost literal years since I last wrote smut (so be nice), and this is not proofread, and I did not intend to make it as angsty as I did. But I promise it'll get better, I gotchu

There was something relaxing about spending a day outdoors on someone else's farm. Well, you had a farm; they had a ranch. It was quite the different beast to take care of, but you were more than happy to assist in whatever they needed you for, and they were always more than happy to ask for your assistance.

A benefit of being the preacher's daughter, you supposed.

It wasn't the first time you had found yourself crawling under Mr. Day's truck, and it wouldn't be the last. Piece 'a shit is broke, he grumbled before immediately following it up with don't tell your daddy I swore. You had just laughed at him and promised your lips were sealed.

But now that you found yourself tearing it apart, you had to agree with him. His truck was a certified piece of shit.

You slid out from under the truck and sat up with a sigh, your arms resting on your bent knees. It was going to take far more than one day's worth of work to get it fixed. That was mighty fine with you, though, you liked the Day family. They came to church dutifully and your parents almost always had them over afterwards for lunch. Just a nice, genuine Texas family. That was why you liked them.

Certainly not because of Lorraine.

banned | charles leclerc

Charles and Y/N were in bed watching some netflix documentary. It was a Saturday morning, the couple didn't have any plans so they decided to stay in bed for an extra hour. Ruby was in her room playing with her dolls, but as time went on, she walked into her parent's room, still in her pajamas, and told them she had gotten bored of her barbies.

"Daddy, can I play a game on your phone?" Ruby asked, climbing onto the bed and laying ontop of Charles.

"What happened to your iPad?" Charles questioned.

"Its with grand-mère, I forgot it." Ruby frowned.

"Okay, but not for too long." Charles sighed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "If someone calls, bring it to me, okay?"

Ruby nodded and climbed off. Her little feet took her to the living room. She sat on the couch and tried to find the game Charles had installed for her to play. Instead of clicking on the game, a certain colorful app caught her eye. She clicked on the Instagram app and the first thing she saw on Charles' feed was a picture of Y/N that she had posted recently. Her chubby fingers clicked on the heart then clicked on the comments. She knew how to spell since Y/N and Charles were teaching her so she slowly typed out a comment.

charles_leclerc MOMMY

seconds later, hundreds of notifications came flooding in.

f1lucyyy CHARLES WHAT

forzacharles SAME CHARLES

gasly10pierre he's so real for that

back in Charles and Y/N bedroom, Charles was too focused on giving his wife her morning kisses. They had completely forgotten about the documentary that was playing on the tv. Y/N was also too busy to even notice the notifications going off from her phone.

Ruby was having too much fun with her dad's phone. She kept liking photos and even took some up close photos of her face with funny filters. That's when she saw the LIVE option. Ruby, being the curious girl she is, clicked on LIVE and wondered what it was doing.

charles_leclerc started a live video

The screen showed her face, but nothing was happening. She was extremely confused. Then the comments started popping up.

schumacherlegacy BABY LECLERC

vettel.jpg BABY LECLERC WHATS YOUR DAD'S CREDIT CARD NUMBER

f1weekly yooo house tour

f1paddockgirlies omg someone screen record this iconic moment

"What's a credit card?" Ruby asked as if someone was going to tell her. She thought it was recording so an idea popped up in her head. She raced to her room with Charles' phone in hand and grabbed her favorite barbies. As she ran back, Charles called her name, unaware that his phone was capturing everything.

"Ruby! Slow down, I don't want you to fall." Charles called out.

al0nz04 OMG HER NAME IS RUBY

norriswag RUBY OMG WE FINALLY KNOW HER NAME

leclercxl/n i feel like i shouldn't be watching this 😭 she probably doesn't even know what's going on

y/nscloset guys don't screen record!! she's a child, we shouldn't be spreading information about her without y/n or charles knowing

"Sorry, daddy." Ruby apologized.

"Its okay, baby. Are you hungry?" Y/N asked her daughter.

"No," Ruby quickly said and ran back to the living room.

"Ruby Jules!"

f1gossip omg they named her after jules 😭

wagstyle ok charles come get ur child before she leaks your address

Ruby positioned the phone against her mom's favorite candle and showed the camera a barbie that her uncle Lorenzo had gotten her.

"I like this one. She has pretty hair and my uncle Enzo got it for me." She brought the barbie extremely close to the camera.

leclercfamily she's in her vlog era

Ruby then set the barbie down and grabbed her favorite american girl doll that Charles got for her. "Daddy got me this one. She has purple hair and has a crown, see?" Ruby showed the camera yet again. "I have more. And I have things for her hair." This time she ran to her playroom where most of her dolls were located. Instead of taking the phone with her, she left it propped up against the candle.

This game the users a clear view of the Leclerc family home, well some of it.

maxsupermax they really have a giant ass piano in their living room.

buttonvettel IS THAT THE MONZA TROPHY JUST SITTING BY THE DOOR

Ruby came back with all her american girl doll accessories. They were in the classic american girl red bag, but Ruby decided to dump it all on the floor.

"Ruby! What are you doing?" Y/N called out as Charles kissed her neck.

"Playing." Ruby said casually.

"Charles, get up. This girl might be writing on the walls." Y/N said, but Charles wouldn't get off of her.

"She's playing on my phone, she's okay."

"Still, let me get up. My amazon package gets delivered today. Get up, Perceval!" Y/N pinched his side, causing him to groan in pain and finally get off his wife.

Charles dramatically rolled onto his side. "It hurts. It hurts more when you don't have a shirt on."

"You're alive, dear husband." Y/N rolled her eyes and got up from the bed. She put on her slippers, not bothering to put on a proper shirt so she walked to the front door in her matching black silk shorts and lace top. She failed to notice her daughter on Instagram live.

y/nisamilf Y/N TURN AROUND

ricciardofiles RUBY GET UR MOM

verstappenxpiquet does she even know how to read?

"I know how to read." Ruby said to the camera.

Once Y/N opened the door, she heard her daughter say something. "What did you say, baby?" She said, still not looking in Ruby's direction as she retrieved her package from the front door.

"I said i know how to read." Ruby replied.

"Yeah, you do. You're a smart girl." Y/N nodded and went to her office that was right next to Ruby's play room.

Ruby continued showing the camera her toys.

leclercstype american girl haul slay

formulahoe STOP THIS IS GOING ON FOR TOO LONG

paddockbitches ruby is MY world champion

Then Charles finally came into the frame. He was shirtless so all the comments went by too fast for Ruby to read. Like Y/N, he didn't notice Ruby trying to read comments on the phone.

As Charles was about to ask Ruby what she wanted for breakfast, Y/N's phone started to ring. Charles quickly made his way back to the shared bedroom. He looked at the phone screen and saw that his brother Arthur was the one calling. He answered the call.

"Hey, good morning-"

"Get your phone! Ruby is on Instagram live!" Arthur said.

"What?"

"She's live, Charles!"

Charles quickly ran to the living room to find Ruby showing the camera a framed photo of Charles and Y/N's wedding. "Ruby, give me the phone!" Charles raised his voice, making Y/N come out of her office wondering what was going on.

"I was showing the pretty picture!"

Y/N ran to Ruby and saw that she was showing the viewers her wedding picture. "Baby, give daddy his phone back."

"Okay. The game was boring." Ruby handed Charles his phone back and went to her playroom.

Charles quickly ended the live and put his phone on the coffee table. "She's never playing on my phone ever again."

"Who told you she was on Instagram?" Y/N asked.

"Arthur. He called you, I answered. He probably got a notification that ruby went live." Charles sighed. "Well, I think everyone knows her name by now."

"Oh my god, wait give me my phone. I have your post notifications on." Y/N gasped.

Charles handed her her phone. He watched as she scrolled through all the Instagram notifications. She then held the phone out for him to see. "She used your account to comment on my picture. Look what she said."

Charles laughed at the comment. "Well she's not wrong. The fans did call you a milf."

"Imagine the ones that missed Ruby's live, they're going to see this comment and think that you have some weird kink. Good luck explaining that, Perceval." Y/N kissed Charles' cheek and went to Ruby's playroom.

"From now on, Ruby is on a phone ban!"

This is so adorable.

Night-Night

Reader becoming Spencer’s daughters new mommy <3

Word Count: 1.4k

Content Warnings: Family court discussion, mentioned verbal/domestic violence

Spencer didn’t talk too much about the separation between him and his ex-wife anymore, just that she was verbally abusive and one day, she just said something she couldn’t take back. Something unfixable. He didn’t like to hash the whole thing out anymore, not since custody court three years ago, but times like this were unavoidable.

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong.” You sit beside Spencer on the couch, squeezing his hand. You guys had been dating for almost two years. God, you lived with him and Beth now. His daughter, Beth, was nearly six and you’d watched her grow from a wobbly three year old to a smart, independent first grader with a good heart. 

“I have to go back to family court.” He sighed. Just about the last thing you’d expected from him. 

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him having to relive family court. It was hell for him to have to drive his daughter to court and listen to her mother badmouth him in front of her. “Why the hell would you have to do that again?” You asked, frustrated with the government he worked for. 

“Beth’s mom was arrested. I think they’re charging her for domestic violence against her new boyfriend.” Spencer said, hanging his head low. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, scratching his head. “They’re going to give me full custody of Beth, at least for now.” 

His last comment made you sit up. “Well that’s kind of great, Spence.” You said, brimming with an excitement that was clearly unmutual. 

“I don’t know.” Spencer sighed, running his hands through his hair then turning to you. “It sucked not having Beth around on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, but realistically, it worked out. I can’t take care of her week-round, it just won’t work with my job.” 

You saw how badly it killed him, having to choose between Beth and his job. His baby or his work. “Baby, I live here. I’ll take care of her, I do all the time. It’s really okay, our lives will be the same. I’ll just drive her to school and home before and after my shifts at the bookstore.” You explained, lightly twirling his curls around your finger. All it was was a small schedule change. Spencer looked at you again, but with a tear running down his cheek. “I can’t ask you to do that.” He shook his head.

“You’re not asking me to. I’m doing it.” You assured him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Spencer,” You never called him Spencer. Only when things were really serious. “I hope you know I think of Beth as my own daughter. I don’t just live here with you, I live with her too. I make dinner for both of you, we watch movies all together. We’re a family.”

He broke down at the realization of it. You were a family. “Spencer,” You drew in a long pause, “You have a family.” You told him again. This was his family. And he needed to know that you were going to operate like one, too.

Even though tears spilled from his eyes uncontrollably, something like a smile was across his face. He curled up on the couch, laying his head in your lap as you scratched his back lightly. His eyes were closed when he was met with little hands wiping away his tears. 

Spencer’s eyelids opened slowly to see Beth holding his face. “Why are you sad Daddy?” She asked, already in her pj nightgown. 

Spencer sat upright, “I’m not. I’m happy,” He said with a smile, “I’m very happy, actually.” He looked at you, wiping away the last of his tears as Beth climbed in between you and Spencer. 

“Then why are you crying? You’re not supposed to cry about happy things, Daddy.” Beth told him, giggling at the thought. 

Spencer shook his head, laughing too. “I don’t know.” You were almost sure Beth had never heard him say that. 

“I thought you knew everything!” Beth laughed as you picked her up and placed her in Spencer’s lap. 

“I think we should watch a movie tonight since there’s no school tomorrow.” You suggested, grabbing the remote and logging into Disney+. 

Beth loved the idea of that, watching you scroll through the movies until she decided on Enchanted. “That one with Giselle!” She pointed. 

You pressed play and pulled a blanket off of the end of the couch. You laid the blanket over you, Spencer, and Beth’s laps as Spencer wrapped an arm around you and one around his daughter. You snuggled closer, watching the movie until you heard Beth’s little snores begin. 

“Hey, I’m gonna tuck her in.” Spencer whispered, gently carrying her to her bedroom. 

Spencer laid her in her bed, careful not to wake her, but his efforts were useless. Beth was a light sleeper. “Hi Daddy.” She whispered.

“Darn it, I woke you up.” Spencer smiled, sitting at the edge of her little bed. 

Beth shook her head, “It’s okay, I can fall asleep again.” Beth smiled up at Spencer and just for a moment Spencer had completely forgotten about all earlier events, but Beth hadn’t.

“Daddy, do you have a secret?” Beth whispered, grabbing hold of Spencer’s hair and twirling it around her tiny fingers.

Spencer sighed, questioning whether or not he should tell her. He figured it was sort of now or in court. “Well you know how you stay with mommy for most of the week?” He reminded her and was met with a cute nod. “We’re going to have to go back to court on Monday because Mommy’s got to go away for a little while. You’re gonna say bye-bye to Mommy because she might be gone for a few months. While she’s gone, you’re gonna stay here all week and weekend.” Spencer told her, lightly swiping his thumb over her cheek just in case she might be upset by the news.

“The whole time Mommy is gone, I’ll be here?” She asked, with a dull face. Spencer really couldn’t tell whether or not she was upset. 

Nervously, he replied. “Yes. But everything will be okay. When I’m at work, Y/N is going to take care of you.” 

“They’re taking Mommy because she’s mean, probably. Does that mean Y/N can be my mommy now?” Spencer was taken aback by this. He thought Beth didn’t really notice the things her mom did. But he also knew he didn’t want her to think her mother was a bad guy, even though Spencer thought she was. 

“Mommy is not actually mean, she just said things that were mean.” Spencer cleared the air, yet still avoided addressing Beth’s question.

“Daddy, I think you’re wrong for once.” Beth said with a smile, almost giddily. Spencer threw his hands up with a laugh, “How am I wrong?” He asked, tossing a soft stuffed animal at her in defense.

“Don’t you know Mommy is mean to you? She says mean things about you and to you. You’re wrong. But that’s okay because Y/N can be my mommy while she’s gone, right?” She persisted on Y/N being her new mom again. Her words struck Spencer so deeply, though. 

That bitch said things about him to his daughter. Maybe you were right. Maybe this was for the better. “Mommy is going to work on being nicer, okay?” It killed him to sit there, looking at his innocent daughter, knowing how much she knew. 

“Daddy,” Beth laughed tauntingly, “What about Y/N? You love her, can she be my mommy?”

Spencer smiled, a little more choked up than he’d liked to admit. “I think…” He had to choose his words carefully, “You already have a mommy, but Y/N can be your mom.” Spencer suggested, with a giddy smile.

“I like it.” Beth said, laughed as Spencer tackled her with a big hug.

Just as she tried to hop on top of him you flicked her bedroom light switch on. “Longest goodnight ever.” You laughed, walking towards the other edge of Beth’s bed. 

“Sorry, we were talking. You’re my mom now, Y/N.” Beth said happily, sliding back under the covers. Your whole face blushed at this random comment.

“Oh?” You turned to Spencer, not sure if you were allowed to accept this title or not. Spencer nodded softly. “Okay, that sounds good.” You agreed, tucking her into the blanket, then laying one kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, Beth.” 

You Spencer made your way to the door about to close it when you heard Beth’s little voice, “Night-night Daddy! Night-night Mama!”

Eleventh Hour

Summary: Spencer’s about to move across the country, until his ex-girlfriend gives him some news

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angst then fluff)

Word Count: 2.1k

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This is not how it’s supposed to go.

Or maybe it is.

College relationships are tricky, tumultuous, and the tangling of lives of two changing people. Although it makes her seem cliche, Y/n thought Spencer was different, and she would stick with that opinion to the end. He was wiser than any other college boy and more mature.

Whether they are the right people for each other or not, it’s not the right time.

Their breakup wasn’t sad, per se. They’re both realists for the most part, and ending their relationship was on the horizon for a while. In the final semester of her senior year and Spencer’s last semester of all his years of degree-collecting, their lives are about to go in such different ways that being together will cause more problems, making them sacrifice parts of their lives they don’t want to.

So it’s uncomplicated and much more pragmatic.

But a dangerous touch of hope comes with being a romantic. Those feelings make it hard to hand back each other’s things, tell their friends and families, and sleep alone again.

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we know what we are (but not what we may be)

You’ve been a medic for years—sewing up stab wounds and treating bullet holes long before you ever met Simon. Rarely is there a medical question you don’t have the answer to.