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On History and Dinner

Summary: A non athletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery.  Picks up right after On History and Pie.  Jack takes a chance and meets Bitty for dinner. It’s their first date.  A collaboration with the wonderful @zim-tits​ featuring her lovely artwork. Also on AO3

Bitty was closing up shop for the evening at Bread and Buttery Bakery when he heard a small tap. Lardo smiled as she looked through the large picture window and saw who was standing on the other side.

“It’s your boy, Bitty,” she said.

He glanced and saw Jack standing outside as he waved shyly.

Chowder unlocked and opened the door. “Welcome! Come on in.”

“Thanks,” Jack said as he came in slowly, looking at Bitty with a soft smile.

Bitty closed the register and smiled in return as he walked from behind the counter toward Jack.

“Hi, Jack.”

“Hi, Eric. Bitty.”

The two wordlessly stared at one another, smiling. Lardo, taking pity on them, cleared her throat, “Uh, Chowder, can you help me with something in back?”

Chowder frowned disappointed he wasn’t going to be able to watch.

“Sure, Lardo.”

“You came,” Bitty said. “Thanks for that. Thanks for trusting me.”

“My uncle says… well, never mind, but I’m the one that should be saying thanks – for the shortbread. It was really good.”

“Really good? I was aiming for so amazing it would make you wanna slap your mama but then again, I’m sure you love your mama, so really good will do.”

Jack laughed softly, “I do. So, are you… that is… if you’re still interested…”

“Jack, would you like to go grab something to eat?”

Jack smiled, relieved that Bitty had taken the lead.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

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The Ice

Originally posted by thugshawn

Requested by anonymous: imagine where shawn gets a hockey injury?

Note: Shawn and hockey….two of my fave things that happen to go together quite nicely

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It happened quickly.

Too quickly, actually. You barely had any time to register what even happened when the referee and coach yell timeout.

Shawn’s laying on the ice, body scrunched up against the side as his face shows complete and utter pain. Your heart pounds against your chest as your nerves feel like they’ve been set on fire. You knew there wasn’t much you could do for him while he was out on the ice and you weren’t allowed on; the only thing you can actually do, is pray that it’s nothing serious and he will be relieved of his pain.

You hear him yell for a second and see him pound at the ice with his gloved hand, as the medic team touches around under the mass padding.

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Past

Summary: Ian and Mickey’s children have a sudden interest in their fathers past.

Word Count: 1342

Notes: I got this request through my messages, here it is :)


As Yevgeny and Rae were growing up, they never had heard about their fathers past. Now that Yev was nearing the age of fifteen, his interest was peaking. In the midst of her older brothers nosiness, Rae started to wonder too. The girl was only twelve, but she was a clever one.

There had been a few times that both children caught their fathers whispering about their parents, but it was never for a long period of time— not enough to inform the kids of anything drastic.

All of this questionative thoughts were running through Yevgeny’s head, so he decide to be straight out with it. He grabbed the remote and paused the television show that they had on. “What the fuck, Yev?” Mickey asked his son.

Yevgeny rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you ever tell us about what you guys were like when you were kids?”

Mickey shook his head. “No, no, no—”

“Mick,” Ian said sternly. “We could tell them a few things.” He looked from his husband to their children, and gave them a weak smile.

The other man put his head down. “Fine. Don’t say nothing stupid,” he said to his husband.

“What do you guys want to hear about?” Ian asked his kids. Though there was sincerity in his voice, there was a thick amount of anxiety.

Rae started smiling widely. All of her friends talk about how their parents met, now she gets to find out about her own. “I wanna know how you met.”

Mickey quietly snorted and shook his head. A big smile flashed across Ian’s face. “Well, when J was fifteen, Aunt Mandy really wanted to, um, she wanted to date me—”

“She wanted to fuck you,” Yev said with raised eyebrows. Ian’s eyes widened and he gave his son a disapproving look for his choice of words.

Rae slapped her brother in the back of the head. “Only Papa and Dad can curse like that!”

Ian nodded. “Well anyway, when I let Aunt Mandy know that I did not like her, she took it the wrong way and fuckin’ told your Papa that I tried some bad things on her and Papa tried to kill me.” He looked back at Mickey. “And here we are now.” He leaned back to kiss him husband’s head.

“Hold up,” Yevgeny said. “You tried to kill him?” He looked at Mickey.

“Yeah,” Mickey shrugged. “I took some gun from his boss though after it was sorted out, but then he came to my house and tried getting it back from me with a fucking tire iron. We fought and then that’s when we got together.”

Yevgeny couldn’t really believe his ears, but neither could Rae. “You beat the shit out of each other and fu– hooked up in the same night?”

The men shared a loving glance to each other. “Crazy, right?” They smirked when they saw their children’s baffled looks.

“Well, that’ll be a strange story to tell my friends,” Rae said with a cocked eyebrow, causing her fathers to laugh.

“There you go, now you know about our past,” Mickey said. Though they did share some fond memories, it always brought him back to the back.

Yevgeny shook his head. “Wait, what about your families. We’ve never been told about your parents? And also where does Mom come into this whole equation if you two have been together so long?” He raised his eyebrow.

Ian and Mickey immediately tensed up at their son’s words. They have specifically avoided talking about their parents, and their first encounter with Svetlana. Rae noticed there uncomfortableness, and grabbed her older brother’s arm and shook her head as if to tell him not to press any harder.

“Uhh, we both had really bad parents—”

“Ian,” Mickey’s voice cracked a little. “You sure you want to talk about this?” His face held a lot of worry. Ian nodded slightly.

The redhead huffed out a breath. “Like I said, we had really bad parents. Really, really bad.”

“Fucking alcoholics and drug addicts,” Mickey spat.

“Y’know how I get sick sometimes and Papa takes care of me til I can get out of bed?” Ian asked his kids and they nodded. “Well, my mother would get sick like that too, but when worse came to worse, she’d leave. She left when I was really young and every couple years she’d come back around and fuck some more shit up. Your grandfather, Frank loved her, he was fucking nuts though— only cared about beer, drugs, and himself. Your Aunt Fiona raised me, not those two assholes.” He shook his head in displeasure.

Rae frowned. She couldn’t imagine not having her parents in her life. “I’m sorry, Dad,” she said sympathetically. Ian shook his head once again and kissed her head.

Yevgeny and Rae then turned their heads to their Papa. It was kind of hard for them to believe Mickey’s parents could be answer worse than that. They assumed it’d be equal.

Mickey noticed their expectant faces and hitched a breath. “Fuck—”

“You don’t have to, Mick,” Ian said, but he shook his head.

“When I was real young, my mom overdosed— died right in front of me, so I didn’t know much about her. I know she had to put up with Terry’s shit though so it’s not a surprise she wanted out. Terry, um, he was terrible. Beat on me, beat on all of his kids. He was always in and out of jail. He hated fags,” Mickey turned his head to Ian.

Ian let out a sad sound. “Really hated us.”

Mickey nodded. “He saw us together once and he beat us pretty bad. He called your mom to come over then— fuck— and then you can put two and two together from there,” he ran his hand over his face.

Rae wasn’t fully understanding of what her father meant but putting ‘two and two together’ but she understood enough to be extremely disturbed. The only difference with Yevgeny was that he fully understood what Mickey meant. The boys jaw was dropped open. “So was that why I was born?” His voice was a bit shaken and Mickey immediately regretted telling him that. Rae frowned at the sadness in her brother’s voice.

Mickey nervously looked at Ian for help, and Ian went over to Yevgeny’s side. “Well, that’s one reason, Yevy, but you know we’re more than thankful to have you. You being here brought me and Papa closer together, and it brought us both closer to Mom.”

“And y’know what they say about fate and shit like that?” Mickey asked in his best attempt to make his son feel okay. “It was fate that me and Ian got to have you— and your mother of course. You’re the best Milkovich man there is to live so far,” he got up and put his arm around his son. He also dragged his daughter over so all four of them were huddled up.

Ian nodded, proud of his husband’s words. “We got blessed havin’ you two crazy kids,” he kissed each of their heads.

Yevgeny finally let out a grin. “Man, you guys were really fucked up,” he snorted.

“Sounds like it to me too,” Raw scrunched her nose sillily.

Ian stuck his tongue out at his daughter. “We are a bit crazy,” he reach across to hit playfully Mickey in the shoulder.

Rae giggled. “I still love you though, no matter how crazy you are,” she said with an undeniable sincerity.

“Yeah, I love you guys,” Yevgeny said. For a teenager, it was common to be iffy on how to show love, but Yev knew how to when he needed.

Ian and Mickey smiled at the kids and then at each other. “We love you too,” they said simultaneously.

Mickey felt a warmth suddenly grow in his chest. After all that shit that he never wanted to speak of, he did it today, and everything was still perfect. The Gallagher-Milkovich family was perfect, and nothing could ever break that apart.

My Favourite Christmas Present

A/N: what’s that? Some sexy Reid x reader smutty smut smut?

Yes this is a repost of an old story of mine (one that was actually plagiarised on ao3…lol. And by plagiarised I mean actual chunks of text copy and pasted, not just the basic scenario… Anyway…)

Enjoy! Oh and like and leave replies and shit. Likes, replies and asks are encouragement for me… And may help my new story come along!

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“So we’ll see you guys in three days then, yeah?” Morgan had finished loading up the SUV with the rest of the teams bags and addressed you and Spencer as you stood by the door.

“Yep, some time away from you guys is just what I need! Maybe I’ll actually get in a few runs on the slopes without Penny dragging my ass down onto the snow.” You responded lightly, rubbing your still bruised butt.

“Hahaha. Well see if you can get Spencer to join you then. He’s not set foot on the ski’s this whole time we’ve been here.”

“Nope, nope, not gonna happen.” Spencer told his friend.

“Not even the ice rink?”

“Maybe…. MAYBE the ice rink.”

“I’ll see you two crazy kids later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Bye!” You and Spencer waved the rest of the team off, before retreating back into the warmth of the cabin.

The whole team had rented a cabin for some weekend skiing and much needed fun before Christmas. The last couple of cases had hit everyone hard and Rossi had suggested that some team bonding and light relief was in order.

Neither you or Spencer had any family that you were spending Christmas with, his mom was going on a cruise with the other residents in her hospital and your family lived in England. So you’d decided to extend the booking on the cabin, making sure to go on a grocery run yesterday before the team left, making sure you had enough food in to be able to cook a mammoth Christmas feast for the two of you. You were looking forward to it just being the two of you, you got on well with Spencer. You were the closest in age and shared a similar taste in TV shows and movies. Since joining the BAU you’d become fast friends and it would be nice to spend some time away from Dereks teasing.

No matter how many times you told him that there was nothing going on between you and Reid, he wouldn’t let up. You knew it was harmless, but sometimes it did get to you. If you dug deeper, you knew it was because you did kinda have the teeny tiniest crush on Reid which you knew would be in no way reciprocated. How could it be, Spencer was gorgeous, kind, intelligent. He was pretty much perfect in every way, except for the fact that his social graces were sometimes a little off. But anyway, it was just a small crush. Nothing you couldn’t handle.

“I’m heading to the slopes for a bit. You sure I can’t tempt you?” You started to tug on your skiing gear which was still by the door.

“Not a chance… I’m gonna catch up on some more reading, maybe watch some Dr Who. Have fun.”

When you returned two hours later, snow was starting to fall again outside. You were exhausted and cold but you were happy. You stood on the front porch of the little cabin, stamping the snow off your boots, before entering, the heat from the roaring fire that Spencer had lit, hitting you immediately.

“Hey! Did you you have fun?” He look up from his spot on the couch. He was wearing a ridiculous Christmas jumper which Penelope had bought him and his glasses. He looked adorable.

“I did. I’m just gonna hop in the shower, and then maybe we can have some hot chocolate?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, the hot water soothing against you cold, achey muscles. You dressed quickly afterward, pulling on your own tacky sweater which was covered in reindeers before heading down to the small kitchen and making two huge mugs of hot chocolate, pouring a dash of whiskey into each mug.

Walking back into the living area, you set one cup down and then bent to hand Spencer his.

His hand reached out and somehow knocked against yours awkwardly, making you lose your grip on the mug and sending hot chocolate splashing everywhere as the mug clattered to the floor.

“Oh shit shit shit.” Both of your sweaters were covered in the hot sticky liquid and you quickly ripped yours off, seeing Reid do the same.

You ran into the kitchen and dumped some cold water into a bowl, grabbing some kitchen towel. Spencer had taken the worst of the spill and was sitting up on the couch holding his t-shirt away from his skin when you returned. He’d picked up the mug and had used your sweaters to mop up the liquid that had made it on to the floor.

“I’m sooo sorry, Y/N.” He said, looking at you apologetically.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. But…erm… You might wanna take off your t-shirt too. I bought in some cold water in case you were burnt.”

He looked down at his soaked t-shirt and then back up at you where you were standing in your tank top. Hesitating slightly, he tugged his shirt off over his head, removing his glasses too. You crouched down on the floor in front of him, dipping a few sheets of kitchen towel into the cold water and then dabbing them lightly to his chest, where his skin was slightly pinker than normal.

“Does it hurt?” You knew what a bitch burns could be.

“Only a bit. But that’s helping. What about you?”

“My jumper took the worst of it.” You dipped a fresh sheet in, discarding the sodden ones into the pile with the mug and your jumpers. You’d clean them up later.

Pressing the new towel to his tummy, you allowed yourself to look at him. For someone so tall and skinny looking, Spencer was actually quite toned. Not overly muscley like Morgan was, but his body had definition. Not thinking, you ran your hand over his chest, hearing a sharp intake on breath from him. You quickly pulled away.

“Sorry.” You muttered, looking away from his gaze.

“Don’t be. It erm… it felt nice having your hands on me.”

What now?

You looked back to his face, meeting his eyes.

Reaching out with your hand, you tentatively touched his chest again, letting your hand trail over his smooth skin. You shuffled closer on the floor so you were kneeling between his legs, hearing his breathing quicken.

He leant forward, placing his own hand on your arm and stroking the skin softly with his long fingers. The tension in the room as so heavy you would have literally been able to slice through it. You both knew where this was going but you were both waiting for the other person to make the next move.

“Spence….. ” You whispered, wondering if you should state the obvious and just ask him if you could kiss him. You didn’t get chance to. He moved forward, pressing his mouth to yours.

He slipped off the couch so that he was kneeling on the floor next to you, never once breaking his kiss.

Ugh. God, his kiss. One the few times you’d allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to kiss him, it had never even come close to this. His lips were warm and soft, moving sweetly against yours before he was certain that you weren’t going to pull away, and then becoming more urgent, more passionate. Your hands were still trailing over each other, yours on his chest, his on your arms before slowly moving to your neck and caressing the dip just below your hairline. You moaned softly, that area being particularly sensitive for you.

Your lips parted and you swiped your tongue against his lower lip feeling his mouth open to you, his tongue meeting yours as you deepened the kiss. He tasted of coffee, probably the last drink he’d had. Slipping your hands to his back, you pushed your body against his, the heat of his chest warm through the thin material of your top.

You pulled away to suck in a breath, hearing him whine at the loss of contact. His hands ran down your body to the hem of your top and he looked at you, asking silently for permission to remove it. You nodded, raising your arms for him, and pulling your hair through the neck of your top.

Spencers eyes raked over your torso and you suddenly felt nervous and shy. You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide yourself.

“Don’t do that….You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He reached for your arms and tugged them down.

“I’m really not Spence.” You whispered.

“You are to me. From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever met, inside and out.” He raised his hands to your face, gently cupping your chin and tilting it back up to him.

“Really?”

“Really. I just never once in a million years imagined that we’d ever be in this position. This feels like a dream.”

You couldn’t help but giggle and he raised his eyebrows in question.

“I’m sorry Spencer. I’m not laughing at you. Just….. I’ve had a crush on you since we started working together as well. I just never thought you’d like me.”

He chuckled too before commenting “Think about how much time we’ve wasted then.”

“I know right. So let’s not waste anymore.”

Not waiting for a response you pressed your lips back to his and reached around your back to unhook your bra. Sliding it off your arms and onto the floor, you pulled on Spencer, indicating you wanted to lie down. You lay back on the rug in front of the fire, Spencer laying over you and propping himself on his arms, placing them either side of you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I know we’ve just admitted we like each other but… erm… well we don’t have to do do this today if you don’t want to.”

Ghosting your hand over his chest you told him “I want to. But if you don’t, then we can stop.”

“I want to as well. I’m just trying to be a gentleman here.”

You laughed at him again, pulling him down on top of you, crashing his lips against yours. As you were kissing, he shifted his position, placing his knee directly between your thighs and moving it slightly, rubbing it against you. The friction of his corduroy clad leg against your jean covered centre was delicious and you let out a soft moan.

Releasing your lips he began a slow journey down your neck, kissing along your throat, your shoulder blade, lightly ghosting over the swell of your breasts. Every so often he’d glance up, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes, his hair falling forward over his face. You watched with half closed eyes as he circled your areola with his tongue, the pink flesh pebbled and hard at his touch. He kept his knee between your thighs, slowly rocking it against you, your heavy breathing turning into gasps.

He nipped at your hard nub, flicking it with his tongue before kissing his way down your tummy.

“I can taste where the hot chocolate managed to seep through your top.” He told you, licking across you abdomen, poking his tongue into your belly button and making you squirm.

Moving lower he slid down your body, his knee retracting from your thighs and his hands moving to the buttons of your skinny jeans.

“Is this okay?” He asked cautiously, wanting to give you chance to change your mind.

“Mmmmm.”

He undid the buttons and zip and slid his fingers into the waistband, slipping them under the elastic of your panties too. You raised your hips and allowed him to pull them off you, chuckling as he removed your socks afterwards, kissing your ankle bones one by one.

He rested back on his knees appraising you, his hazel eyes even darker that normal and a thick bulge pressing against the front of his trousers.

“Not fair that I’m naked and you’re not, Spencer.” You pouted your bottom lip out.

“I’m not nearly as beautiful naked as you are. Guys look funny, all dangly bits and stuff.”

You grinned at him, knowing exactly what he meant. Pushing yourself upright, you reached for the buttons on his pants, unfastening them and tugging the zip down, seeing a flash of navy blue briefs underneath. Pulling both of the pants and briefs down his hips, you smirked as his erection was released from the confines of his underwear. Glancing upwards, you saw that his face had coloured red.

“Why are you blushing, Reid?” You asked him, pushing your hair back behind your ears.

“Erm… I just… Er…”

You were at eye level with his navel, so you shuffled on the floor so that you could lean forward and kiss his flat stomach. He had a thin snail trail of hair leading down into his pubic region so you followed it down with your lips, stopping when you reach his neatly trimmed groin.

Reaching out with your hand, you gently grasped his length and then lowered your head allowing your lips to slip over his tip.

“Oh god… ”

Swiping your tongue over his head you formed a tight ‘o’ with your mouth, sliding it up and down his shaft taking him as far into your mouth as was comfortable, the slightly salty taste of precum against your tongue.

“Oh fuck…. Oh…” He rasped out, his hands moving to the back of your head and tangling in your hair. You let your hand trail up his thighs and move between his legs, cupping him lightly and stroking the sensitive skin there, feeling a small shudder.

You work on him for a few minutes, his moans so sweet to your ears, his curses which you so rarely heard, doing things to your body.

“Oh fucking hell…. Y/N you need to stop… It’s too good… I’ll…. ”

You dragged your lips up and down him one more time before releasing him from your mouth and leaning back on your hands.

“You’ll what, Spencer?”

“You know what…. ”

“Do I?” You lay back on the rug, lazily trailing a hand down your body and seeing his mouth part as he followed it with his eyes.

“Yes…. You do…..”

“Hmmm.. Maybe.” You let me your hand slip between your legs, Spencers eyes now wide and you ran a finger down your slit, feeling how wet you were.

“Spencer…. Don’t make me do this to myself. ”

He let out a deep groan and quickly shed the rest of his clothing, positioning himself back between your legs and leaning forward two kiss your lips.

“Do I need anything?” He asked.

“I’m on the injection. And I’m clean. But there’s a condom in my purse somewhere if you’re bothered.”

“I’m clean too. So….?”

“Then we’re good to go.”

Raising your legs you hooked them around his waist, his hand disappearing between you as he placed himself at your entrance and then slowly pushed inside.

“Fuuuck.. ”

The same expletive left both of your mouths exactly the same time causing you both to grin at each other.

“Okay?” Spencer eyes searched your face, looking for sign that you weren’t comfortable.

“Okay.”

Capturing your lips in another kiss, he began to move against you slowly at first and then quickening his pace as you became accustomed to the shape of each other. You moaned against his mouth, your nails raking up and down his back as he filled you, rocking against your sweet spot as he thrust.

He pulled away and straightened up slightly. “Can you put your legs over my shoulders?”

You could and you did, and when he leant back over, bending you body, the new position sent ripples of pleasure through you.

You slipped your hand between your bodies, needing something extra which he wouldn’t be able to give you as he needed both arms to hold himself up.

“Might if I….?” You asked, knowing that some guys would find it an insult.

“Oh fuck… Not at all… ” His eyes looked down between you and you saw him bite his lip and a low groan escape his throat as you started to rub your throbbing clit. The extra friction was just what you needed and a few minutes later the combination of your fingers and Spencer thrusting inside you, had you gasping in pleasure.

“Oh god… Fucking christ… Spence…. Oh shit…. ” Your eyes closed as you started to tremble, your orgasm surging through you.

You opened your eyes and removed your hand, giving Spencer a shy smile as you realised he’d stilled his movements as he watched you come.

“Carry on…” You urged him.

“Sorry… ” He began his thrusting again, moving faster now he knew you’d finished. Less that two minutes later he had his own eyes scrunched shut and his lips parted as he came inside of you, warm liquid filling you. He collapsed on top of you and buried his face into the crook of your neck, just panting for a few moments as your stroked his hair with your hands.

“Well… I can honestly say I never expected that to happen here. I mean I kinda hoped it would but….. ” Were his first words when he could finally speak.

“Yep… I’m with you there. And erm.. We’ve get two more days here Spencer.” You remained him, feeling him smiling against your neck.

“So we do…. Y/N. I think you might be my favourite Christmas present ever.”

“Ditto Spencer, Ditto.”

Somethin’ stupid

Based off of Somethin’ Stupid by Frank Sinatra 

Steve Rogers 

I FREAKING LOVE FRANK SINATRA LETS DO THIS 

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You were beautiful. Your hair was shiny, your lips were plump, you stood with confidence and Steve was shell shocked. Your smile was contagious, he could hear your laugh across the room and it made his knees weak. He was jealous of the champagne that you were sipping on, he wished your lips were on his instead of the crystal glass. 

You were talking to Natasha, he knew if he wanted to talk to you the best time was know. Nat would always help him with his girl problems. You had know Steve for years, and all those years he had a huge crush on you. You would drop little hints that you liked him back, but the big guy just couldn’t pick them up. 

Steve finally made his way towards you and Nat, his heart practically beating out of his chest. He was always so nervous to talk to you, he knew something stupid would come out of his mouth. When he reached the two of you he had to take a couple seconds to bring himself together, you were breath taking. 

“Hey, Steve.” Nat’s voice brought him out of his daze. 

“Hey ladies,” Steve smiled and gave you both a kiss on the cheek, yours lasting a little longer than needed. 

“How are you, Captain?” You knew he liked it more when you called him by his actual name, but you just loved to tease the man. 

“I’m wonderful (Y/N), how about you?” He grinned at you, the blush that spread across your cheeks becoming more evident. 

“I’m great,” You took down the awkwardness of the conversation with the rest of your champagne, the warmness left over felt good. 

“Well,” Natasha laughed at the both of you, “I’ll leave you two crazy kids to it.” Steve watched Nat walked away with a scowl on his face, she knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with you. 

“You wanna go get some drinks?” You asked the large man in front of you.

“Yeah,” He smiled, “I would love that.” You two walked over to the bar, Steve in front of you. Your eyes just couldn’t help but wander down his broad back. The way the button up he was wearing tightened with ever step he took and hugged his muscles beautifully made you want to drool. Your gaze lowered and you took in the beautiful sight, that was his back side. You could go on fro hours about how gracefully he walked and the way his slacks fit just right, but you two were at the bar now and that would just be awkward to talk about. 

“What do you want?” His voice was soft when he asked this, making you look up at his new tone. 

“Just a beer is fine,” You said, your voice just as soft as his. You heard Steve say something about drinks to the bar tender but all you could see were the way his lips moved. Everything about the man was breath taking, and damnit you were tired of waiting for him to make the first move. 

“Steve?” You asked, making him stop talking to the man next to him and turn towards you. 

“Yes, doll?” Your posture faltered at the pet name, causing him to reach of for you.

“You wanna dance?” Steve grinned and nodded, and led you to the dance floor. 

His grip was firm on your waist. You could literally feel the calluses of his hands through your dress, the feeling made you giddy. Your hands made their way to his shoulders, you could feel him tense with every movement you made. When he started to sway to the music you swear the night got bluer, the stars were red. Your perfume filled his head, he swore he loved you. You rested your head on his shoulder, his heart started beating faster. His grip tightened on your waist and you swore you felt the world stop. You loved him.

The dancing went on for a couple more minutes, no words were exchanged. When the song switched to a faster one you two still swayed back and forth at the slow pace. The moment felt right and Steve pulled away, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“(Y/N),” He began and took a deep breath. “I love you.” You smiled wide and so did he. You pulled him down to you by the nape of his neck and kissed him. You kissed him like you two were the only people in the room. The kiss was slow and passionate, the feeling of his lips on yours was the feeling of heaven. When he pulled away you pouted slightly and he laughed, pulling you closer to him. He placed his head in the crook of your neck and you smiled at the big baby in your arms. 

“Captain?” He hummed in response, the vibration made goosebumps appear on your skin and he smiled when he noticed them. 

“I love you too.” There was nothing stupid about the way you two felt about one another.

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HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF MEETING EACH OTHER, TOM & TAYLOR!!!

❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️

Thanks for the memories!!! Hiddleswift Forever!! 💙❤️🇺🇸🇬🇧❤️💙

May this next year be even better for you two crazy kids!! 😘😘😘

Realize -- Chapter Fourteen “Sin of Omission”

Sebastian StanxReader

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 and some from my own silly brain … I don’t even know what to say anymore… Sorry? but yeah… here’s Chapter Fouteen!:)

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Cross the Bridge

Request: wonwoo + #10 please! :)

10) Your bias loses their memory and can’t remember you. You have to find a way to help them get their memory back. 

Member: Seventeen’s Wonwoo x Y/N x (all other Svt members)

Type: fluff/angst


“I honestly think it’s because he sneezed too hard,” Seungkwan continued in a hushed whisper. “Jarred his brain.”

“You know they say a sneeze is one tenth of an orgasm,” Jun cackled. 

“Can you two even pretend to be considerate right now?” Mingyu huffed, shaking his head. 

“What? It’s not like he had a stroke, or he has dementia or something,” Jun grumbled, crossing his arms. 

I let my face fall into my hands and sighed. I knew the boys were only trying to lighten up the situation, but the fact of the matter was Wonwoo didn’t remember us, any of us. 

Seungcheol stumbled out of the doctor’s office shaking his head. He rubbed his long fingers over his eyes and stood before us all. He took a deep breath and let it hiss between his teeth before he began to speak. 

“They don’t know,” he whispered. 

“What do you mean they don’t…know?” Hoshi asked, lifting his brows. “They’ve ran at least ten tests on his noggin’ and they can’t figure it out?”

Seungcheol shook his head again as he sat beside me and rested a careful hand on my shoulder. He looked at me as if I had suddenly become a widower in the course of six hours. 

“What exactly happened Mingyu?” I whined, avoiding Seungcheol’s doting gaze. 

“He got up this morning complaining that his sinuses were bothering him,” MIngyu sighed as he began to pace. “Then he sneezed and when he did, his head jerked forward and he slammed into the top bunk…he knocked himself out cold.”

“I still think you’re lying and finally clocked him for stealing your sweaters,” DK mumbled under his breath. 

“The disrespect never ends,” Jihoon groaned, rolling his eyes. “Get your shit together people.”

“It’s not serious though…is it hyung?” Vernon asked with a wince. Leave it to one of the youngest to ask what none of us would. 

Seungcheol took another deep breath as he looked at each of his members in turn, then eventually to me. “I think it is.”


Wonwoo stared back at the thirteen of us in silence as we each nibbled on our food. It had been about two weeks since what we had labeled as “the incident” occurred. Wonwoo hadn’t necessarily changed much to the public eye. He remained quiet, stoic, thoughtful, but to the ones who knew him best, we could see the differences. Beside the visually unappealing bandage he was sporting on his forehead, there was more of a metaphorical bandage holding together his personality. He wasn’t the same man we had all grown to love. He didn’t remember some of us, and by some I meant nearly all. He only seemed to be comfortable around Mingyu and Coups which rendered my girlfriend status nearly useless. 

Of course I knew the most important thing was making Wonwoo feel better, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt incredibly that he could barely remember my name and would probably fail to pick my face out of a crowd. Granted, he was surrounded by twelve faces at most times, but I had hoped maybe…mine would spark something. 

“Hyung, do you want to go to the convenience store after dinner?” Dino smiled, giving Wonwoo a hopeful grin. “We can get some sweets.”

“No thank you,” Wonwoo said quietly, pushing his food around on the plate. We all watched his motions carefully. I felt sick to my stomach. Wonwoo never denied his body of food.  Even when he was so full he thought he was going to vomit, he always made a little extra room if necessary. 

I recalled what the doctor had instructed for us. Don’t put too much pressure on Wonwoo, go at his pace, and try to treat everything like business as usual. 

I took a deep breath before letting the normal meal time words fall from my mouth. “Can I have a bite?”

Wonwoo gave me a side eye and slowly turned his head, trying to affirm that I was talking to him. “M-m-me?”

“Who else would I be talking to?” I chuckled, encouraging the situation. 

“Uh…yeah…sure,” he nodded, stabbing at a bit of meat with his fork and passing it to me. I took the fork in my hands and couldn’t help the pout that appeared on my face. Normally when I asked Wonwoo that question, I would get casually ignored and he’d proceed to eat what I had my eye on. If I was lucky, he’d carve off a small piece and feed it to me. 

“Well, uh, I’m going to the studio,” Jihoon nodded, standing. “See you guys later.”

“Yah! Jihoon! Wait up!” Seungcheol called after him as he sprinted behind the small boy. Joshua and Jeonghan stood as well. 

“We have a song to work on,” Joshua said, near a whisper. He gave me a sad smile. Jeonghan nodded and both boys left the dining room. 

“Hoshi and I promised the maknaes that we’d kick their asses in twister,” DK chuckled uneasily as he stood. Hoshi, Vernon, and Dino all followed suit as they gave nervous smiles and followed DK from the room. I looked to Seungkwan, Jun, MInghao, and Mingyu. 

“Jun and Th8 promised to teach me Chinese tonight,” Seungkwan nodded quickly, standing. 

“No we didn’t,” Minghao muttered, shoving another bite of food into his mouth. Jun flicked him on the ear and gave a death glare. “I mean, we sure as heck did.”

Jun nodded in approval as he tugged Minghao up by the shoulder and Seungkwan followed. 

I rolled my eyes and angled a blank expression at MIngyu. 

“Yeah, I um…” he trailed, looking around the room. “Gotta go. Catch up with you two crazy kids later.”

I groaned and let my forehead fall into my hands as the last member that wasn’t Wonwoo escaped from the table. Wonwoo remained motionless beside me. 

“Why doesn’t anyone want to be around me?” he asked, his voice low.

“Honest answer?” I whispered, lifting my head to look at him. 

He nodded slowly, still avoiding eye contact. 

“They don’t know how to act…you’re Wonwoo, but you aren’t the same to them…and none of that is your fault, you’re struggling with this just as much as they are…I  guess what I’m trying to say is they don’t want to upset you…they just want to help,” I said, my words coming out in a jumble. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel bad about a situation he couldn’t control. 

“And you?” he asked, his voice still void of emotion. 

“I miss my boyfriend,” I nodded. “But you’ll remember everything with time.”

We sat in silence for a few moments before Wonwoo’s voice was heard again, cracking as he spoke. “And what if I don’t?”

I stood from the table myself now, spinning away from Wonwoo to face the window. I blinked quickly, trying to keep the tears that were trying to escape my eyes where they needed to stay. “I guess…I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“We…” Wonwoo whispered. 

I nodded, still staring at the blank wall in front of me and not daring to look back at my boyfriend. “Yep,” I said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I flinched as the sudden appearance of thin arms wrapped around my waist. There was a familiar warmth in his body that I had missed being close to. The smell of his cologne almost made me dizzy from the contact I had missed for weeks. I spun in Wonwoo’s arms and rested my cheek against his chest as he hesitantly set his chin on the top of my head. He began to hum lowly. 

“Even if my lips are dry…I need to say this…I adore you, I adore you, enough to get dizzy,” his deep voice sang. The familiar tones vibrated through my body and I shivered, a small smile coming to my lips. 

“Wonwoo,” I hiccuped. “Are you remembering?”

“To be honest,” he mumbled. “I’m not sure…but this…this felt right.”

Originally posted by moontaevhyung

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get all the sighs and the moans just right

pairing: yugyeom/reader
words: 3.8k
warning: oppa/noona kink
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summary: you make a face at him, hating it whenever yugyeom called you “noona”. it might’ve been a term of respect, but it just made you feel too old for him. truthfully, you were only a year older than him and you didn’t like to be reminded about it; you weren’t usually attracted to guys younger than you, but yugyeom had been a sweetheart since the moment you met him. you were aware of the fact that he had a crush on you when he first met you, but you didn’t expect to grow the same kinds of feelings for him. now, a year into your relationship, yugyeom had become arguably the best boyfriend you ever had.
your only pet peeve is that he’s so dead set on always calling you noona.

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Old Flames Part 2 Barry X Reader

Originally posted by mrseclipse555

Summary:Y/n mysterious moved back to her home town after staying away from years and she is not happy with it. As she tried to find some motivation to unpack her stuff, a piece of her past walks right in her apartment. Will their love rekindle? or is it too late?

Author: Fandomcollector00

Word count: 2825 words

warning:Fluff 

Author’s note: Thank you for all that is reading this story and loving this story, I posted the first part just two days ago, on new years and It has already grown a lot more then I thought it would, so I am so so happy that it is growing so fast. thank you for the new followers I know it is only 18 followers but I love ever single one of them. I am opening a tag list for anyone that would like to continue following this story and I will love to just open a tag list for anyone that like my writing. I will also do request I would really write a fanfic on a lot of fandoms just ask and I will write it. Thank you so much for reading, and let’s get on with the story.

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Part 3

Part 1


  “So are you going to go to coffee with Barry?” Felicity asked as she spun around the chair that was finally put in its place. It took a while, but y/n and Felicity finally unpacked and settled in into y/n’s new place. And it’s been exactly a week since y/n has seen Barry, a week since Barry has invited her over for coffee, and exactly a week since y/n kissed Barry on the week.

   y/n groaned as she put down the plate that she was cleaning. “I told you for the last time, Felicity, I don’t know if I want to do that. It’s like digging up the past that  I do not want to touch.“ Felicity tilted her head, a twitch in her mouth made y/n think that she didn’t have much of a choice.

"You know generally I would give you a choice on the matter, but this time, I think you are just being silly.” Y/n threw her hands in the air in defense. “I’m not being silly Felicity, I just, I haven’t exactly forgiven him from the way we left things you know.” Y/n said, continuing on with the dishes.

“I mean can you blame me? I tried! I tried so hard to work with him, I tried to make amends by leaving him at prom.” Y/n sighed and started at the soapy water in the sink. “I didn’t want to leave things the way I did, I wanted to fix it, Felicity, I did, but, he wouldn’t let me.” Y/n slammed the cup she was washing on the drying tray.

“And no, all of a sudden, when I finally was close from moving on from that once mistake in my life that I regret the most, and he just waltz in my apartment like it was no big deal?” Y/n ranted, “I mean who does that!”

Felicity nodded her head again, “Barry’s changed, you have no idea. He is really trying to be the good guy.” Y/n scoffed. “Barry has always been the good guy Felicity, it’s just he made a lot of mistakes.” Y/n bit her lip. “ Some that I was not willing to forgive at the moment.” But just in that moment, there was a knock at y/n’s front door. She turned her head to the door, then back at Felicity, giving her the most venomous glare she has ever given her best friend. Felicity smiled.

“Well, now you have no choice.” She mused. Y/n looked at Felicity, “Please do not tell me you invited him over here!” Felicity gave her a mischievous look, “Fine, I did not invite him over.” Y/n let out a sigh of relief, a sigh that was a little too soon.

“I told him to pick you up here so you can have a coffee at Jitters.” Y/n groaned and ran her fingers through her messy hair. There is no way that she was anywhere close to ready to even leave the house, let alone go out for coffee. Felicity got up from the spinning chair.

“Don’t you dare over think this, I already planned ahead, so just march your little booty into that room of yours, slap on that pretty face of yours and shimmy into that outfit that I set up the outfit on the bed of yours.”

y/n’s eyebrow quirked up, “Shimmy?” Felicity shook her head and waved her hands around, “Don’t worry about my choice of words and get worried. I will distract Barry while you get ready.” Y/n continued to glare at Felicity but stomped her way over to her room anyways.
She was for sure going to kill Felicity for the choice of clothes she picked out.

It took about 20 minutes for y/n to get ready, and she was hoping by the time that she finished, Barry would’ve gotten impatient and go away anyways, but y/n wasn’t that lucky.

“Felicity, I am going to kill you for the choice of top, I am seeing Barry not going to a strip-” She stopped when saw Barry in the living room. Barry was sitting comfortable on the couch, but when he took when the glance at Y/n walking down the hallway, he was compiled to get up, he shot up from the couch, almost floored from y/n’s appearance.

It was stunning, she was stunning. Barry always that y/n was beautiful, gorgeous even, but somehow after all these years, it’s like it amplified. He knew that everyone changes over the years, but it was at that moment when he realized that y/n really did change over the years. It rendered him speechless, his throat was actually dry from her beauty.

She looked at him shyly, she pursed her lips, biting her bottom lip as she stands uncomfortably underneath his stares. “Wow, y/n.” Was all that Barry was able to muster out. Y/n tried to hold in her blush, no one has looked at her like that in, well, Barry was the only one that looked at her like that. “Hi, Barry.” They stayed silent for a while, not sure who should make the next move, it was Felicity that broke the silence.

“Alright, you two crazy kids should be heading off to your date now.” Barry and y/n looked at each other, stuttering as they tried to protest.
“It’s not a date.” Y/n said. “We’re just catching up.” Barry finished. Felicity gave both of them a knowing eye as she opens the door wide open.

“Whatever you say, all I know is that there are two cups of coffee calling your name down at Jitters, so you should hurry up before they get cold.” Y/n just laughed at her friend as she exited out of the apartment, Barry not falling too far behind her. The door was promptly shut behind them, startling the both of them. They both looked at each other and laughed on how odd this date was going, and it hasn’t even started.

“Well, I guess, after you.” Barry offered, gesturing his hand in front of him. y/n gave him a closed mouth smile, “Well what a gentleman.” Barry grinned at her, his dimples showing off the happiness that was seeded in his stomach. “Of course my lady.”

“Cookies are still your  go-to food item huh Allen.” Y/n teased as she heard Barry’s order, “I will never change my mind about cookies y/l/n.” He shot back, handing the cashier the money for his order. “Do you still stand by your unhealthy diet of hamburger helpers?” He joked, “The disguising ones with the fake hot dogs in them? Congrats on not dying after high school, by the way, it’s still a mystery on how you survived off of that diet.” Y/n laughed, “No Barry, thankful for me that habit stayed in high school.”

Barry playfully clapped his hands, congrats her on her healthy life choice. “I am so very proud of you.” Y/n laughed and smiled. She was about to shoot back a playful banter, but the cashier caught her eye first.

“And what would you like Miss?” The cashier asked. Y/n was too busy talking to Barry that she didn’t take the time to even think about her order. She quickly scanned the menu board and blurted out the first drink that popped out to her.

“I’ll just have the Flash please.” Barry tried so hard to cover up his surprise, it caught him off guard and for a second he even forgot that there was a drink named after his superhero counterpart. The cashier grinned and rang up her order. Before y/n even got a chance to pull out her wallet to pay the employee, Barry slapped down a twenty dollar bill on the counter. “Keep the change,” Barry said. The cashier took the bill without a second thought and ran off to get their orders.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Y/n stated as she adjusted the purse hanging on her shoulder. Barry shrugged, “What kind of gentleman would I have been if I let you pay for it yourself?” Y/n just rolled her eyes. It didn’t take long for the employee to come back with two freshly prepared cups of coffee and a nice warm chocolate chip cookie.

“Here you go.” She announced, playing their order on the counter. “Have a nice day!” They both grabbed their drinks and headed outside. “Where to know Allen?” Y/n asked, taking a sip of the flash. Surprisingly, it was delicious, this might be her go-to drink for now on.

“I thought we can take a walk in the park for a couple of minutes.” He suggested, “You know, so we can catch up.” y/n nodded in agreement. “If you’re talking about the park that we used to go to as kids, I would love it. Lead the way.” Barry held out his arm for her to grab, and she gladly accepted it.

“Wow, the park has really changed huh?” Y/n noticed.  Long gone was the wooden play set that made it feel like you were managing a pirate ship. It was now replaced with a carefully designed play set that looked like there was no way on getting hurt on it. It also looked like there was no way any kid could have fun on it.

“Yeah, they really child proofed it every since you left. It’s particularly a padded cell. God forbid anyone to get hurt on it.”  Barry commented. y/n’s eyes lit up when she remember the time someone did indeed break something on this very spot. “Unlike the great Barry Allen who broke his leg. Guess they should have child proofed it then too.” She joked, lightly teasing him. Barry laughed and looked down at his feet in embarrassment. “And I was starting to hope you had forgotten about that.”

“There was no way I would forget something like that,” Y/n claimed, “ It was certainly a sight to see.”

“Hey, I’m sure I wasn’t the only seventeen-year-old who has broken their leg on a swing set.” Barry defended. Y/n hissed through her teeth, “Aren’t you, though?” Barry laughed again. “Well, you weren’t very helpful either! You couldn’t help but laugh it up when you were trying to quote on quote help me.”

Y/n tried not to spill her coffee through her fits of laughter, “I was trying to make you feel better and not think about the pain in your leg.” Barry rolled his eyes and bit his tongue on the corner of his mouth. “Oh, my hero.” Y/n slightly pushed him playfully. “But really. You were pretty great that day.” He commented, “You even managed to keep Joe and Iris calm, which is a miracle, to say the least.” Barry’s eyes trailed off as he thought about that moment. “You were always their favorite.” He stated his voice quieter that time.

They trailed off into silence after that, y/n can feel that the past was affecting them and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. She loved that she can still talk to Barry so comfortable after all these years, and thinking about the past was nostalgic, to say the least, but she couldn’t deny that it felt different.

Y/n almost forgot about the strange feeling that was growing in her stomach when she noticed they were walking down an all too familiar trail down into the forest. She grabbed Barry’s arm suddenly when she noticed the tree that they used to hang out around right in front of her.
“Oh my god Barry.” She said, “Can that really be our dream?” She asked. Barry looked at what she was talked about, his grin almost wanting to jump out of his face when he notices that it was, in fact, their tree. “No way.” he breathed out, “I thought for sure that it would’ve been cut down by now.” Y/n smiled at it, she looked up at Barry, curiosity swimming in her eyes.

“Do you think it’s still there?” She asked. Barry shrugged, “There’s only one way to find out.” He suggested. He walked towards the tree, following off the trailing as he walked around it. There it was. Like a glowing symbol. Carved into the bark of the tree was their initials, encased in a heart. Barry laughed at how cheese they used to be.

“Wow.” Barry breathed out, “It’s still there.” Y/n looked at it and laughed, “What a cliche that is.” She joked. But it wasn’t a cliche, not to her at least. Not at the time, and certainly not know. She bit her lip as she was trying to form something to say, but she couldn’t. Looking at it now made her remember just how special that time in her life was. All the familiar feelings and the sting of rejecting came flooding back into her.
She shook her head and looked away from it as if looking at it any longer will make her have an overflow of feelings.

Barry was feeling the exact same thing y/n was feeling, he knew he was stupid on pushing her away from the way he did back then. But looking at the carving on the wood now, just reminded him on how much he vowed to change what he had done. He just didn’t have a chance until now.

Y/n cleared her throat. “Well it was really nice catching up with you again Barry but-” But she was interrupted but a pair of soft, familiar, lips that pressed against hers. Her heart almost wanted to burst out as Barry kissed her suddenly, his large hands cradling her head.

He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She carded her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

And then, they pulled away. The kiss ending almost as fast as it started.
y/n stammered as she tried to think about what she was going to say, but it was like his kissed as numbed her mind.

“I should probably get going.I should- I should probably get going.” she finished, her tone was breathless, almost like she forgot how to speak. She looked up at Barry’s welcoming, warm, ocean blue eyes. She smiled as his eyes captured hers. “But here is good.”  Barry smiled as he leaned down to give her another kiss, but Cisco yet again has really bad timing. He mentally groaned his phone went crazy in his pant pocket.

“I am so sorry y/n.” He apologized, leaning away, even though every atom in his body wants nothing more but to get closer to her. “But I have to go. Work needs me.” And never until now has work been an inconvenience to him. Y/n’s eyes flicker down to the ground. She tried to hide her disappointment. “No, no I totally get it. Go, do your thing.” She said. Barry pursed his lips together until a brilliant plan popped into his brain. “Hey, Iris is having a dinner on Friday with a couple of friends of mind. You should come.” Y/n looked back at Barry.

“Really?” She asked, “Are you sure?” Barry nodded, he was more than sure. “Yeah, I would love for you to met my new friends and Iris and Joe have been dying to see you again after I mentioned you were back in town.” Y/n smiled wide as she nodded eagerly. She would want nothing more to see Iris again for sure.

He smiled as she agreed. “Alright, great, I will see you then I guess.” Y/n nodded again. She turned around to the direction of her home, only to realize she didn’t get any details. She turned back around to ask Barry where should she met him, but he was already gone. Her eyebrows knitted together.

That was weird. She thought to herself but thought nothing of it. It must’ve been important that he had to hurry. She shrugged and walked her merry little way back home. A new little hop in her step as she felt the happiness warm through her body.

Stubborn Love: Part 11 - Steve x Bucky x Reader

Plot: What happens when you fall in love with two different people, for different reasons, but they just so happen to be each other’s best friend?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 1069
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Thank you SO much to anyone who has read this, supported it, or sent in positive comments. I appreciate this so much, and you have no idea how much that means to me. I hope you like this finale, and thank you for being so patient in waiting for it while I’ve been working on NaNoWriMo. Love you all <3

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This isn’t too bad. Ricky Horror Imagine

Heyo! Would it be okay if you did a Ricky Horror imagine and he is your fiancé and you and him are babysitting a two month old baby boy and a one year old girl and he has no idea how to take care of a baby and is scared to do anything but you show him and help and in the end he treats the baby boy like his own?? I love this blog! Thanks so much!

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I’m putting dishes in the cabinet when I hear the doorbell ring.

“Sweetie, can you grab that?” I yell to the living room.

I hear a grunt and and a few footsteps. Within seconds our house is filled with noise. I put the final dish away and greet the loud company in the breeze way.

“Hey Lexi!” I smile, trying to hug her.

“Do you mind?” She asks, handing over the carrier to her husband, David. Without a word he grabs the carrier and she’s in my arms.

“It’s been too long!” I say, happy to just be able to see her.

“Yeah I’ve been busy.” She smiles, pointing at the small children in her husbands arms.

I walk over to David and see little Bella hiding her face.

“Well hello princess. Are you ready to party?” I smile at her, waiting for her to recognize me. “It’s Aunt Y/N!”

She stares at me blankly for a few seconds and a smile slowly grows on her face. Her arms reach out to me and I hug her tight.

“You’re so big!”

She giggles and rests her head on my shoulder. While still holding Bella I lean over and look at the sleeping baby.

“I can’t believe he’s so big!” I say, trying to stay quiet.

“He’s the biggest 2 month old I’ve ever seen.” Lexi laughs. “He’s huge and I don’t know why! Bella is 1 and almost the same size, it’s ridiculous.”

She’s not wrong. He is a big baby. He’s chunky, long, and adorable.

I look at Ricky and I can tell he’s feeling uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m going to let you two crazy kids start your date night!” I grab the carrier out of David’s hand and Ricky grabs the diaper bag.

“If you need anything please call and we’ll come right back.” I can tell Lexi is about  to panic a little. She’s going into mom mode.

“Okay okay. Get out of here before you give me a minute by minute schedule.”

She’s won’t stop talking so I have to physically push her out of the house and slam the door in her face.

Rocky grabs all the kid stuff and we move to the living room. I put Bella down and she crawls to her toys that are in Ricky’s hands.

He sits down on the floor and takes out her tea set. Bella grabs a cup and starts chewing on it.

I put the carrier down and baby Aaron is wake and smiling. I pick him up and sit on the couch.

“They’re so little.” Rocky says, sitting next to me.

“You  should’ve seen them when they were born! The tiniest fingers and the tiniest toes. Especially Bella, she only weighed 5 pounds when she was born, now she’s standing by herself!”

I’m rocking Aaron lightly when I notice Ricky just staring.

“What?” I laugh a little. I’ve never seen him like this.

“I’ve just never really been around babies so they make me nervous.” He says quietly, as if he’s afraid they will hear him.

“Ricky, it’s no big deal, I promise. Here, hold him.” Without warning I put Aaron in his arms. “All you have to do is support his head and he’s pretty content.”

Ricky is tense at first but the longer he’s holding him, the more relaxed he becomes.

“Now I have to change Bella’s diaper. Will you be okay without me?” I ask, not really caring what the answer is.

He nods and I grab her diaper bag and go upstairs. Bella is at the age where being naked is the best thing ever and struggles to escape the room while I put a new diaper on her. It takes about ten minutes to change and clean her up without her screaming nonstop.

We go downstairs and she crawls right back to her toys. I turn the corner and see Ricky in the same spot I left him, but this time Aaron is slightly in the air and facing Ricky. Ricky has a huge smile on his face.

“You’re not so bad, you know. You’re a pretty chill baby. I could definitely do this.” He says to Aaron. I remain out of sight for a little longer. Ricky is making noises and faces at Aaron

“Well what do we have here?” I say trying to hide my smile.

“I made a friend.” He smiles at me.

“I see that! No too scary anymore?” I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Not really. I think we could do this.” He smiles, kissing my forehead.

“Do what? Babysit? I sure hope so. They’re already here.” I giggle.

“No, silly. Have a family.” He says, still making faces at Aaron and now Bella too.

“Are you serious?” I’m a little shocked. Thirty minutes ago he was afraid to be within 100 feet of a baby and now he wants one?

“Well not now, but you know, some day. Maybe twoish years or so?” He holds Aaron back horizontally and rocks him slowly.

“That sounds great.” I smile.

Ricky wraps his free arm around me and I kiss his cheek. I pick up Bella and rest my head on his shoulder.

I must admit, this does feel nice. Not now or tomorrow, but definitely one day.


*I hope this was okay!*

Just Say You Love Me

Author: castielohcastiel

Characters: Reader, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Relationships: Castiel x Reader

Warning :angst

Word Count :1240

A/N: This if for @chaos-and-the-calm67  Song Challenge! Unbeta, mistakes are my own. Haven’t written any angst lately, so here ya go!

Song I got was “Say You Love Me” by Jessica Ware

“Dammit Cas, I can’t keep doing this.”

You passed the angel, brushing against his shoulders moving towards Sam and Dean. The hunters waited by the Impala, trying their best to not pay attention to the exchange. Castiel turned and pulled your shoulder back.

“What are you saying, (Y/N)?” His blue eyes bewildered.

With a shrug and weak sigh you explained,  “It’s simple. You either want to be with me or you don’t. I’m done playing this cat and mouse game. It’s been months. I-I can’t handle it anymore.”

Castiel watched you walk over to Sam and Dean, the oldest placing a hand on your shoulder. The angel stood there pining for your love, but knowing he couldn’t go there. It would be catastrophically stupid for him to tell you how he really felt. That he yearned for you in ways he did not know existed, that you accompanied his every thought. That alone was dangerous enough, but to say those words out loud? He simply could not do that to you. Angels and demons would be after you, if they knew you were his great love. No, he would just have to watch you walk away. Watch you walk into Dean’s arms and hope he could keep you safe. Castiel knew this was the only way to keep you alive, but it took every fiber of his being to keep still. To not run to you, engulf you in his arms and never let go. It took every ounce of his angel’s grace to not call out your beautiful name, how he loved the way it sound coming out of his mouth. To call after you and kiss those lips he often daydreamed about.

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Playing Cops

Request: Imagine Reid saying “Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name.”

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Trigger Warnings: None

A/N: Hmm. I really liked this one. Enjoy!~

“Hey Pretty Boy, do you and Pretty Girl have any plans going on tonight?” Morgan asked, throwing his arm over Spencer’s shoulder.

Spencer nodded, “Yup! Y/N and I are going to be having a movie night at our apartment.”

“Ohh really? Or are you two crazy kids going home to play a little game of cops?” Morgan asked with a smirk and wiggling his eyebrows at Spencer.

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supitskeegs  asked:

[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me. || [text] My dick just got serenaded. || [text] You’re my hero

[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.

text with keegs: Oh, I’m judging the /both/ of you hardcore. Honestly, how did you two ever survive before Lucy and I?
text with keegs: This is why women are the better sex, you know.
text with keegs: You two crazy kids have fun though. If you sing Circle of Life, record it and dedicate it to me.

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