Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned. This chapter has taks about bad sex and bad puns.
Bucky leads you to his bedroom, he sits on his bed before saying “Okay, so here we are. Be honest, but don’t be cruel and then I can give you, my feedback.” You arch your eyebrows, your feedback? If you remember correctly he was having a really good time.
You sit by his side, not believing that he could have any tips for you, not that you were a sex goddess, but come on, he had an orgasm.
“Your feedback? Please, you first. I’m very curious.” You say trying not to sound sarcastic, the way he smiles at you shows you that you failed “Yes, don’t get me wrong you were pretty good but there are a few things that… you might wanna improve.” You can see that he is teasing you and you really hate that you are falling for it.
Tom Holland may not strike you as the most attractive guy in the industry at first, but when you watch his interviews, see what he posts on instagram, hear what other actors and friends say about him, and watch scenes of him in his earlier films, you can’t deny that Tom has a special charm and innocence that takes him way beyond that “bland white guy” description.
Tom’s a gymnast, dancer, singer (in Billy Elliot), natural actor, and one of the most down-to-earth guys who always expresses how thankful he is for the opportunities he’s come across, especially for Spider-Man.
He turns every scenario (even terrible, traumatizing ones) into a positive learning experience or a funny story. He’s known to never back down from a challenge (doing flips and shit when not necessary. i.e: when he broke his nose at the end of filming Lost City of Z). Don’t even get me started on that Lip Sync Battle with Zendaya.
He a 21 year old guy still learning how to handle Hollywood, and he’s doing phenomenal just by being himself. He’s currently one of the least problematic actors out there, like I don’t think this guy’s even done anything to warrant bad press (and I hope it stays this way).
So yea, Tom Holland’s white, he’s an actor, but he has so many charming qualities that make you want to root for him and his blossoming career. It’s not that hard to say why me and tons of others are his fans.
hello loves! i’ve recently re-posted a list of blurb starters for you guys to send in requests for. i’ll start off this one to get that ball rolling! send them in! hope you enjoy!
“No one told me that you would be here…”
You really should have thought it through. Of course he would be here. It’s his sisters house. Maybe you though that he wouldn’t be home, off galavanting in some random country. Maybe you just wanted to go to Gemmas housewarming so bad that you just told yourself that he wouldn’t be there.
darkness inside the bedroom is heavy and still, curtains keeping out the
shattered city lights and moon’s glow reaching up into the windows. It’s almost too quiet,
too serene and something pulls Alec from his sleep, but he tries to fight it,
buries his face in the pillow with a soft grunt, arm reaching blindly out for
Magnus to pull him back, because without his body pressed against his own skin,
Alec always feels cold.
there is only empty space and the phantom of a body, the pillow laying askew
and the sheets thrown back as if in a hurry. Alec’s heart sinks in his chest and he feels
infinitely more awake right away, eyes blinking rapidly to get used to the lack
of light. He slips out from the bed, pads over to the door left ajar, no sign
of life anywhere to be seen. Alec keeps his steps as quiet as possible, bare feet
over wooden panels and multiple kinds of rugs until he stops by one of the
pillars in the living room, leaning his shoulder against it, grainy brick sharp
on his skin.
He can make
out Magnus’ silhouette against the balcony doors with the curtains pulled back,
silver and watery moonlight falling around him like a halo, catching on the
edges of his muscles and the wrinkles in the pajama pants he’s wearing. He’s
standing completely still, a marble statue in a dark room, if it wasn’t for the
movement of his chest with each and every measured breath.
As you probably all know our leader has birthday today in 5 month. (I know long timeframe but this needs time) It’s simply there for showing our love and support towards him and if everyone agrees I would post it on my twitter, since this is more known than this blog here. (BAP_TFLN)
What am I planning to do:
I don’t know if you get what I mean, but I hope you get it somehow 😅
1 part: Short concert snippets (to somehow give that worldwide feeling yknow)
2 part: Pick a line of his songs and lip-sync it, do animation, dance, whatever you want really.
3 part: Fanart! Literally any type of it. Be creative.
4 part: Just a simple where you wish him happy birthday
For all the 4 above: stay in the legal frame! I think it’s basic human knowledge that you won’t do it, but still I’m saying it again. I don’t want anything like people jumping around on buildings, run through police stations, nude videos or sexualizing him in any way.
What I need you for currently:
As I said in the beginning, it would be nice to know if you guys would participate in it. You can either like/reblog or write me. If you don’t want to help out and just want to spread it, that’s also appreciated!
B/N -bias name
Y/n - Your name
I/F - idol friend name
I knew I never know that warm and loving glow.
Thought I might wish with all my might.
No face as hideous as my face.
Was ever meant for Heaven’s Light
You were in your way to visit your idol friend. Him and his group were doing a performance that night. And he invited you to the show. Little did you know he knew you had a crush on one of his members. And he has tried so hard to set you two up. Tonight was the night you were gonna confess to him. After the concert had ended you went towards the back stage showing the guard the pass and he lead you through. You got inside and saw the members trying to catch their breath after their hard work from tonight’s show.
“Hey there you are!”, shouted your idol friend. He went towards you and gave you a nasty sweat hug.
One of the other members came over to you an gave you a hug as well. “Did you have fun?,” he asked.
“I did. It was amazing. You guys were incredible i cant believe that it is already over.” You told them as you hugged each member. You looked around looking for that specific person but he was no where to be found.
“He’s talking to one of the mangers. He’ll be here soon,” said the youngest one of the group. “I think he is the other room.”
The second youngest gives you his biggest hug and almost crushes you. “Are you free later? Want to get dinner with us? Please say you will.”
“Of course. I can never say no to you guys”, you answered and they knew you never turn down their love.
Your idol friends nudges you. “Go find B/N so we can leave and go eat.” He pushes you though the door you just walked through. “Oh and while you are at it. Tell him about your feelings. We are all rooting for you. And no chickening out this time.” After he said that him and the members watched as you walk towards the door.
You reached the door and getting ready to open the door. You put your hand on the handle and slowly turned it. “B/N. I wanted to say congrats on the….” Before you could finish the sentence you saw him locked lips with a person you never seen before. You felt you heart crack at the sight. You put on the best noh face you can endure and pretend that you didn’t see anything at all.
You slowly closed the door to a crack and made a knock on the door to hope that they did hear you. You heard him say that you can come in and you did.
“Hey, Y/N. It good to see you. Thanks for coming tonight.” He gives his thanks and walk up and gives you a hug.
You smile hoping that it wouldn’t make you tears fall. “It was great all of you were great. I just wanted to give my congratulations. Um… I/F said that he wants to go out for dinner already. He kinda sent me to get you.
“Oh, thanks. I head towards them now. Thanks. Will you be joining us tonight? And by the way this is–”
“I kinda have plans already. Maybe another time. I got to going. See you later.” You hurried with your words and rushed out and closing the door right behind you. You hurried and looked up and noticed your friend and the rest of the members looking at you with worried looks.
“I just remembered that i had something to do. I’ll take a rain check and we can hang another time.” You smiled at them and you didn’t noticed the tear that slowly fell down you check.
“Are you sure?” questioned your friends.
“Yeah. Next time i promise.”
“Text us in the group when you get home please,” I/F pleads.
“Of course”, you say will the half smile you can try to make. You bid your good byes and hugs to the members before you left the building.
As you walk back home to your place. You didn’t feel like taking cab so you just walk to clear your mind. But every time your mind keeps going back to that scene that you wished you have never seen. You keep wiping the tears and before you knew it your feet had brought you to your apartment. You walked though your door and try to make your self comfortable. You felt you throat was parched and went to the kitchen to get some water. After you got your glass you remembered to text the boys telling them that you made it home and you will see them soon and that you were going to bed and told them good night. Knowing them they would keep sending texts that you turned off your phone for the rest of the night. As you walk towards your bed you felt your heart broke even more when you replayed the scene again in your head. This time you were really hurt and it was more painful than ever. You just laid there and felt the sadness creep over you. The tears were non stop soaking your sheets and pillows.
“Of course he has someone already. He is the most perfect person ever. There’s no way that he needs me. He needs someone that is just a good looking as him. That person is perfect for him. I’m no body. I’m so ugly. So hideous compare to them.” Those were the last words you said for the night as you bawled until you fell asleep.
You woke up and looked at the window at the rain. It felt like it was in sync with you and your emotions today. You were thankful that you didn’t have to work today and decided to stay in.
Hey everyone this is admin DJ. This is my first scenario. I know it is really sad and is short. I just got done watching one of my favorite Disney movies, The Hunchback of notre Dame. And this ideas came up in my mind. I hope you enjoy this. I might make a second part for this depending on everyone and see how far this will.
cartoonbooknerd: I got another one! Where bughead dance in secret and they are really good and in sync. The choreography is Stay Alessia cara on YouTube you can just envision Bughead cuteness. One of Cheryl’s minions sees them and records them and goes viral in school Which the gang seeing the video but not Bughead
Finally finished my last essay and got a prompt out!
Thank you for the idea, lovely! I may have envisioned their style of dancing a little differently to what you had in mind but it just fit in my head, I hope you don’t mind! :)
Betty’s shoulders were hunched in dejection as she trudged into The Blue and Gold office after cheer practice, throwing her pom poms onto the worn plaid couch before following after them. Jughead lifted his head from where he was staring at the computer screen at his desk, eyes following her.
“Why so glum, vixen? Lost your pep?” he joked, trademark smirk gracing his features. Betty lifted her head to stare at him with tired eyes, not even huffing out a laugh at his attempted humour.
“No, it’s just… Cheryl. She’s constantly on at me, saying how out of rhythm I am and that it’s my fault if anyone else is out because I’m throwing them off!” she ranted, not meeting Jughead’s eyes, her own misting with unshed tears of embarrassment. Jughead’s skin prickled at the thought of anyone saying such hateful things to Betty. How anyone could be mean to a girl that quite literally radiated sunshine absolutely baffled him. Steeling his shoulders he stood up and walked to where she was sitting, fingers playing unhappily with the hem of her uniform.
“Come here, green eyes,” he said softly, holding out a hand to her. She stared at the outstretched hand apprehensively, big doe eyes and quivering lips, and his heart broke. “I won’t bite… well unless you want me to,” he quipped, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His chest filled with warmth at the giggle his words pulled from her lips as she placed her small hand in his and he led them to the middle of the room.
“Err, what are you doing, Juggie?” Betty questioned, knitting her eyebrows as he brought her other hand up to rest on his shoulder before placing his delicately on her waist. She jumped slightly at the more intimate touch, breath leaving her as she looked up into his storm blue eyes, much closer than she expected them to be.
“Follow my lead,” he murmured, quickly moving his left foot to step forward, her right leg moving back instinctively to accommodate him. Before she knew it they were spinning around the dusty old office, caught up in their own bubble of measured steps and twirls, being pulled back towards each other as if by some magnetic force every time they let a little space get between them. Jughead dipped her suddenly, Betty’s hand tightening on his bicep beneath the flannel shirt he had on, eyes exploring every detail of his face while it was so tantalisingly close to hers. Before she could say anything he’d lifted her back up, taking a few more steps before spinning her round in a pirouette that felt so freeing that she couldn’t help laughing in childlike glee at the feeling. He stopped her suddenly, her leg lifting up, thigh coming to rest against his hip, faces inches apart. She could fee his fingers on the soft skin of her thigh, slipping slightly under her skirt, his thumb almost involuntarily rubbing circles on the forbidden surface. She could taste his air as their breathing slowed, feel their chests moving quickly against one another in unison. She felt every soft inch of her body pressed deliciously against the hard, smooth surfaces of his. She never wanted to move.
Jughead couldn’t think about where his hand was right now, about the feeling of her chest pressed against his, his thigh between the apex of hers. It would have been too much. Instead he focused on her slightly parted lips, so close to his. She noticed his gaze and leaned in, capturing his lips with her own in an already-breathless kiss. It was sweet and tender with the promise of so much more lying underneath. Betty felt as if she was on fire as she tightened her thigh against him, hands moving to grip his hair. Jughead groaned as he pulled her closer, lost in all things bright and bubblegum.
When they parted they were both more breathless than before, heaving chests and swollen lips, Jughead darting back in for a few more pecks because he couldn’t resist.
“Well,” he began when they’d finally calmed down enough to speak. “Your rhythm seems perfectly fine to me,” he finished, causing Betty to erupt into laughter all over again. He wanted to bottle the sound.
“Where did you learn to do that, Jug?” she asked, looking at him with a wonder that made him both embarrassed and filled with pride.
“My mom…” He cleared his throat. “She loved to dance, she took lessons. Whenever things got… difficult with Dad and he couldn’t be reasoned with she used to take me outside and teach me how to dance.” He smiled slightly as he reminisced. “She told me that a man should always know how to dance, you never know when you’re going to need to sweep someone off their feet.” He smirked as a beautiful pink blush blossomed over Betty’s cheeks. She titled her head to rest against his as they stood there in each others embrace for a while longer, all unpleasantness forgotten.
“Oh my God, you guys, you’re never going to believe what I’ve just been sent!” Kevin shouted suddenly at the picnic bench where he was sitting with Archie, Val and Veronica. “Look!” He turned his phone around as the trio leaned in to get a better view of the small screen.
“Is that…” Veronica began, mouth dropping open as she took in the video before her. It was shaky and slightly grainy but there was no mistaking the two figures on the screen as Betty and Jughead, caught up together in their own world, spinning and laughing and holding onto each other like their lives depended on it.
“I didn’t know Jug could dance,” Archie laughed in disbelief, shaking his head as the video continued to play, before cutting off abruptly. The table was silent for a beat.
“Well, I think it’s sweet,” Val shrugged, going back to her fries.
“They’re actually… good?” Kevin mused, head tilted. “And it’s all over the school already, Ginger sent it to everyone, there’s already been hundreds of hits.” Veronica’s eyes widened.
“Oh, God. Nobody tell Betty. One viral video is enough for anyone’s lifetime I think,” she remarked, speaking of their ‘sticky maple’ take-down and Betty’s surprisingly popular alter ego.
“Guys, here they come,” Archie whispered as the duo walked over, hand in hand. Everyone looked pointedly at their joint hands as they took a seat next to Veronica.
“Something you want to tell me, B?” Veronica smirked in a hushed tone, arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Betty giggled, biting her lip.
“Later, V,” she promised, eyes darting briefly to glance at Jughead besides her. He looked at her with a knowing glance, mouth tilted upwards at the corners. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she chewed on her apple.
The rest of the group shared a look. Their ignorance was definitely bliss, for now.
Romantic Ink!Sans cuddling a chubby/fat SO headcanons?😗
Don’t worry, Epic. This one’s got ya covered. - Mod Sync
All the Ink things
-It don’t matter what you look like, Ink will cuddle the heckie out of you. He’s a skeleton after all, he doesn’t really care. He’ll love how warm and soft you are.
- Ink will 100000% be your personal cheerleader. He loves seeing you happy and succeed in your life. He can do enthusiastic cheering, stern peptalks, and soft, heartfelt encouragement. Whatever works best for the situation. His favorite though, is taking your hands in his, putting his forehead against yours, looking you in the eyes and saying exactly what you need to hear.
- It’s a slow realization over a long period of time. He’s off doing other things within the Multiverse that he only comes to see you in his rare down time. It starts with little things. Finding something from an AU that you might like, wanting to draw you more often, remembering small habits of yours. It grows from there. He starts realizing he might have something more than platonic feeling for you when he looks back and realizes he has a LOT more journals filled with nothing but you than he thought he did. It finally dawns on him when he’s hanging out with you one day and thinks ’I wish we could stay like this.’ He’s only ever had a thought like that about the Undertop universe.
- He is so!!!!!! Excited!!!!! To meet his soulmate!!! He knew you were out there in the Multiverse somewhere, it was only a matter of time until he found you! He’s going to get very excited, so, ah, I hope you weren’t too fond of that carpet, there’s ink puke on it now. He’ll clean it up, he promises.
i’m SORRY but recently i came across a gif of bellarke from 4x03 (this gif)
and i have been obsessed with it ever since. i even made it my new header (all credit to @bellarkegifsdaily ) and i just can’t get over it like oh my god
before we begin, it should be noted that clarke never smiles anymore, and that the only times she’s smiled this season (if i remember correctly) is when they a) figured out that the ark was a solution for the radiation and; b) when bellamy’s been making shitty ass jokes (#shitty bellamy humour)
first: bellamy is fresh off a shitty ass attempt at a joke (always glorious) “if anyways entitled to a lucky break, it’s us” and no one says anything, and he has this nervous little flustered look on his face but he turns to look at clarke a) for her reaction; b) to CENTER himself a little bit and; c) to see if she’s holding up alright amongst all this mess that they’re on the road trip on for. i mean the boy’s just trying to lighten the mood
WELL HE SUCCEEDS because he’s rewarded with the cutest most adorable smile from one clarke griffin. she turns and looks him right in the eyes and gives him this freaking adorable half smirk for a quick second and turns away again.
BUT WAIT!!! there’s more
she turns away, AND THE SMILE STAYS ON HER FACE. not only is she still smiling, she’s just a little bit happier and a little bit more hopeful, which ofc was bellamy’s whole point
for his part, bellamy both turns to and turns away from clarke AT THE SAME TIME SHE DOES (they’re so in sync i can’t even believe) and looks off in a different direction after, looking a little thoughtful and a lot smug because “gdammit i just made clarke ‘no fun’ griffin smile” and he has to remind himself to breathe (me too bell). all this combined with the fact that making clarke smile is something that makes bellamy genuinely happy just makes my heart explode
LIKE WOW how can they get more adorable and perfect??
the fact that in all this mess bell can give clarke a reason to smile is so damn precious, which is why this is one of my favourite bellarke Little Things™ to date (as well as the cobwebs in the hair from this same episode but that’s for a different post) gbless these two i wish all the happiness in the world for these two adorkable munchkins
Scratching your eyes you turned over and looked at your clock. The clock read 9 am and you blinked for your vision to clear up. You usually don’t wake up unless you really needed to or you had plans, but today was a special day.
Looking over at you sleeping boyfriend you smiled and rolled out of bed. You got up you slipped on your house shoes, as you stood your boyfriends shirt fell loosely around your thighs.
You walked in the direction of your bedroom door and did so very quietly as to not wake your sleeping beauty. Lord knows what would happen if he was awaken by anything at this hour.
Shuffling slowly to your kitchen pantry you reached inside and grabbed some pancake mix. You then scurried over to the fridge the get out some bacon,sausage and eggs to cook. Laying everything on the cabinet you realized you hadn’t even grabbed anything to cook the food in.
The door to the cabinet creaked a little, you pulled out a skillet and a cooking tray. As you scanned the kitchen still a little drowsy you spotted the spices you need.
You heard footsteps towards you as you set the table for two knowing your boyfriend was going to come dragging his feet sooner or later.
“Happy Birthday my love.” you said softly with your back still turned to him.
“This is for me? You shouldn’t have baby, thank you so much.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek.
“Well I know how you don’t eat while you’re at the studio, then you come home so tired and forget to eat, so I wanted to cook for you and because I love you and appreicate everything you do.” You rambled turning to look at Yoongi.
“Baby I appreciate you and I am the world’s luckiest man, I have the most amazing girlfriend, thank you for everything you do for me.” Yoongi stepped forward placing his hands on either side of your face.
You and Yoongi leaned closer in sync and placed your lips on each others. His arms snaked around your sides while your arms wrapped around his neck.
He pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours.
“I love you Y/N.”
“I love you too my sleepy sloth.”
“As much as I would love to stay like this I really want to eat the food you prepared.” Yoongi chuckled looking at the meal on the table.
“Let’s eat then.”
Happy birthday Yoongi!! ♡
I hope you all enjoy.
sometimes i think a lot about rocky and binnie and how theyve known each other for seven years through being trainees first at fantagio and how they started off as rivals and the way they were often on the front stage on rising star and how they and everyone else slayed whatever song they performed, and i think about how theyre doing their own songs now and dancing to choreography that rocky sometimes make and how theyve just come so far in general from being trainees to two members of our beloved and ever growing astro?? and sometimes i wonder how can someone stay for so long and i just really look up to bin and rocky and i hope they become Best Bros For Life and the reason im so soft for this brotp and always will be is because this
and they are amazing and so in sync and this leSS than 30 seconds choreography is so simple but so beautiful and they are so in sync, im going to start bawling my eyes out right now at 4am goodbye
Summary: Jensen and Reader come face to face after their one night stand. Unbeknownst to him, his wife had hired a nanny.
Warnings: cursing, flashback to smut, lying, cheating, some fluff, awkwardness
You stood, fidgeting on the front steps of Jensen’s house, staring at his fucking gorgeous face, mesmerized by the countless freckles, oh, shit where were your words?
With a sense of the all knowing answer that was pretty clear, you still asked, “please tell me you’re not Mr. Ackles?” Perhaps he was there to fix a leak, an uncle, someone you hadn’t fucked weeks ago. Not the father of your new charge. Fuck, fuckity, fuck, you were really going to have to censor your thoughts.
A slight bemused grin, the one that caught your eye at the bar, exposed pearly white teeth, “well, actually around here I’m just Jensen or Daddy.”
“This is one fucked up sitch, Jensen,” you hissed, “you don’t go shtupping the babysitter and get to crack jokes about the situation we are in!” Fury radiated from your bright, E/C eyes.
Raising his hands to calm you down, his lips taut and brows furrowed, Jensen just nodded in concurrence and closed the screen door behind him. He closed the gap between you both and you immediately took two giant steps backward.
“Seriously, Jensen, what do we do?”
“I’ll talk to Daneel, say the agency messed up, that you’re assigned to some other family, okay?”
You mulled it over and pulled out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until the nanny service number appeared bolded. You handed him the phone and told him to do it himself. He looked hurt and determined all at once.
“This is for the best,” your hands were touching and you felt a surge throughout your body and his eyes widened at the contact and you instantly knew he felt it too.
“YN tell me that night meant nothing and I’ll make the call,” Jensen’s voice was gravel like, his eyes mossy glazed over with a slight sheen of tears.
“You’re married and you have a kid!” The anger was building inside of you, rolling off of you in waves, and Jensen recoiled.
“Don’t you judge me, not you too,” he seethed, “you had no qualms about me fucking you in the backseat and now you pull the high and mighty card,” he shook his head and scoffed, “we’re both guilty.”
“You knew what you were doing, YN,” he said softly as he took in your shocked expression of dilated pupils and small o shaped mouth.
“We fucked, Jensen, one time,” you said coolly, “ONE time.”
“Make the call,” you growled, angry because yes, you had felt something for the handsome as all hell devil, pissed off because he called you guilty.
The look of hurt and anguish ambushed Jensen in waves until the color in his cheeks returned to a normal shade of ambivalence. A disruption at the front door halted him from making the call.
“You must be YN!” Daneel chirped squeezing you to her as if you were long lost cousins.
“Jensen, why didn’t you get me,” she pouted, “JJ’s been talking about meeting her all morning, you know better than to keep her waiting.”
“Well that’s the thing, YN here is scheduled to be with another family, miscommunication within the agency,” he lied, “she was just leaving.”
“Nonsense, I booked YN months ago, they sent me her portfolio and resume last week,” Daneel huffed, “here let me call.” She proffered her hand for the cellphone in Jensen’s.
Knowing you would both be caught up in a tangle of lies you weren’t ready to explain…ever…you interjected, “do you mind if I meet JJ–,” you pointed an index finger at the front window, where a tiny version of Jensen was staring, head propped on two tiny fists.
“You’ll stay?” The couple asked in sync. Hope evermore evident in Jensen’s voice but Daneel hadn’t picked up on it.
“How could I say no to that face,” you smiled, knowing you just walked into the most awkward situation in your 32 years of life. Secretly, you couldn’t say no to any child, you’d been teaching for over 15 years, and got your master’s in advocacy.
Jensen held the door while you followed Daneel inside the spacious foyer. Jensen was in close proximity to your back and you could smell his aftershave. He brushed a hand againt the small of your back to guide you inside and you tensed at the sensations coursing through your body at his mere touch.
Luckily, a bouncing five year old ran up to you, tugged on your leg, and asked, “What’s in your bag, YN?”
Jensen reminded her to take it easy on you and offered you a seat in the living room. JJ instantly took to you and your bag of goodies, puzzles, dolls, stuffed animals, and coloring books were scattered at your feet. “Are these all for me?”
“They sure are, which should we play with first?” YN asked the little girl feeling more relaxed even though the man she screwed was just feet away watching her interact with his child. They made eye contact and YN turned her head so fast, Jensen thought she may have broken her neck. A pang of disappointment hit his chest.
Daneel came back in the living room pulling a rolling suitcase behind her. She squatted down to JJ and kissed her twice.
“Give mommy kisses, Bug, I’ll be gone for awhile. You take care of daddy and be good for YN okay?”
“Uh, babe, where are you going?” Jensen stood up and walked towards his wife, and they began to get animated in hushed tones.
“I told you I have an audition in L.A. and then I start my production in a week,” she huffed in annoyance, “you never listen.”
“That’s why I hired YN as our au poir, so there’d be a responsible adult in JJ’s life while I’m away.”
Jensen tensed, fists balled at his sides, “One, you didn’t say you’d be gone for so long and two, I’m not the one leaving JJ with a stranger.”
Interrupting at the words au pair and stranger, you didn’t care that they were at each other’s throats at the moment, you were concerned about the fact that you were never under the impression this would be a live in job.
“I’m sorry, did you say ‘au pair’, Mrs. Ackles?”
“Daneel, please, and yes, the position requires that you will be living here until my return from L.A. until further discussion. Didn’t your employer inform you?”
You were starting to freak out and it showed on your face. Jensen came to your rescue and joked that living with them wouldn’t be that bad and you stared at him in disbelief. He was joking. JOKING! How could you possibly live in the same house? You were paying rent for Christ’s sake. It took you forever to find the shitty apartment after your upheaval from NJ.
“No, no they didn’t, and I can’t just leave my apartment, I’m sorry, but this is not what I signed up for.”
“YN, please, we’ll figure this out, I’m going to miss my taxi, Jensen deal with this.”
With that, Daneel rolled her belongings out the front door blowing kisses to JJ.
You turned to Jensen and asked what was on both of your minds, frustratingly whispering, “Now, what in the actual fuck do we do?”
Sitting at the table with your friends, Kenny shifted nervously in his seat.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You leaned closer to him and try to whisper discretely in his ear.
“I’m so fucking horny. The thought of you not wearing anything underneath your dress. It’s fucking killing me.” He whispered back.
A smile sperading on your face. You just love it if you can drive him crazy. Indeed you are horny too, but you can control it way better than Kenny ever could. You decide to tease him some more.
“Talk dirty to me.” You smile at him. He saw it as a challenge.
“When I see you like this, I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you.” He said, licking his bottom lip before he continued. “I want to grab your breasts and squeeze your sensitive nipples. I want to get my hands under your dress, feel how wet you are for me. Finger fuck and licking you until you come for me..hard.” He touch your mouth with his fingers and you took two of them into your mouth, swallowing them. You locked your eyes to his and he let out a soft moan. Right at the moment, it was only you and him. “What would you say, if I asked you to go down on me right now?” He asked you. “I’d say that if these people weren’t here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.” You kiss him now, tongues moving in sync with his. “I want to wrap my pussy around your cock, riding you hard. I need your cock so bad right now.” You purred, cozying up to him, while he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “How long did you say we need to stay?” He asked you, leading your hand to rest on his hard cock.
“Oh god.. I hope not too long because I can not wait for you to fuck me until I can not walk anymore.” You looked at him, giving him a soft peck on his cheek. “Now, let’s stop the dirty talking for now, I need to greet my boss.” You say, standing up and walk in the direction of your boss. “Ok, Babe..uhm..I just wait here, alright.” Looking down at his pants Kenny knew that there’s not way he could stand up right now.
Pairing: Josh Dun x reader
Sum.: Continuation of the first part, so yeah he talks more about what she told him and stuff
(I think this is gonna have a small third part)
A/N: I feel like this is not as good as the last one but here it is anyway. Sorry it took so long, exam phase has started again and I am already stressed out (ayyyy) but also it was like 80-90°F (~25-30°C) out here and my brain is melting.
He had calmed down after another half an hour and the two of you sat back down.
There was silence between you, comfortable not awkward.
You could not recall the rest of the day in detail when you though back at it. You were sure you spent about an hour longer in each other company, probably talking about aimless things, as you couldn’t remember anything important in particular.
You remembered leaving and walking in the almost exactly opposite direction as him. There was no talk between the two of you about if you would see each other ever again or if you would communicate. It sure would be hard with just a first name and nothing else.
To you there was this silent understanding between the two of you would cross paths again and that you would not have to worry about the whole communication thing.
The last thing you could remember from that day was that feeling you had in your chest for the next week. A feeling that told you that this encounter would change something in your life, dramatically.
You crouched through the bushes and made your way around the corner. You had not lifted your head yet and so the impact hit you completely unexpectedly.
Arms were thrown around you and a head fell on your shoulder. There was a shiver running through their body as it clung to yours. Their breathing was irregular and heavy.
“Josh” You said softly while rubbing circles on his back. He sighed and you felt him squeeze you a little tighter.
You began to breath more deeply in hope of him syncing in with you.
Once again it took him a little while before calming down almost all the way.
You sat him down on the bench and then kneeled in front of him. “Josh…please. It can’t stay like this.”, you took one of his hands and began to massage it.
He sighed and lowered his head avoiding eye contact with you.
“Either you let me in or you get someone else to help you….but you know and I know this is not the right way to do it. You can’t just expect me, mind you still mostly a stranger to you, to come here at the right time to calm you down. This isn’t good for you or for me.”
It had happened three times by now, you had come down here to have a little bit of an alone time, to recharge, but there he was again shivering, just one big anxious boy. You again and again felt obligated to help him, still not really knowing why. Whenever he would calm down he talked to you about irrelevant things like the weather or something similar. He never told you more about him than his name, so you didn’t either. It didn’t feel right to open up completely to someone who wouldn’t even open up a tiny bit.
You wanted this, you wanted to help him and to make him trust you but you didn’t want to get yourself in his position while doing so.
He nodded slightly and began to speak. “ I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have behaved differently.” Sincerity laced his voice as he now took your hand into his.
“I have been thinking about this. Ever since the first time I saw you. That day I didn’t want to meet you, I didn’t want to be in company I wanted to be alone. I always wanted to be alone in times like that.”, you felt his warm fingers circle across your hand and it made your skin tingle and itch but you didn’t want to interrupt him.
“I thought about you. I mean your words”,his cheeks grew red while he was talking and you weren’t sure if he didn’t actually mean both. “And I thought about them a lot. You know, they kept me up at night, and I finally realised why. It was the exact opposite of what I always thought of myself, I always wanted to be alone. Not helped. I didn’t want to feel vulnerable, I felt different from all these confident people and I didn’t like it. I thought I could do it on my own, it would go away or I would finally learn to cope with it. It didn’t. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t have the words.”
Silence fell upon you two for a little bit. He was chewing on his lips, staring at the sky while you were observing him, trying to read him.
“I’m gonna tell you now. I believe that you spoke from probably first hand experience that’s why this feels alright to do. ”, he opened and closed his mouth but stayed silent again.
“I want to be helped, I realised this now. I want to be helped and I want to live by this now, to help and be helped. Because just meeting you made me understand how important it is to appreciate help and….sorry I am rambling I just can’t put it into words really.
All I wanna say is thank you for helping me because I think I will let people help me now and I think this is the first step to improvement.”
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader Word Count: 697 Eh… Warnings: Depressed/Self-Conscious Reader, mentions of nudity Disclaimer: All mentioned avengers belong to MCU Master List
You sank to the shower floor, panting and shaking. You tried, your really did try, to forget. To forget how you felt, to forget the scars. But they always came back. Tears stung your eyes and you blinked, feeling the salty streaks mix with the water from the fancy shower head. A choked sob made it past your lips and your bare form curled up tighter. No one had ever said these things about you but still you felt like this. Fat and shy and ugly. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down but the battle scars stared back at you, mocking you. More strangled sobs fought their way out of your mouth. You dug your nails into your palms, almost drawing blood and your whole body tensed. Your shoulders shook with each shaky breath and your hair plastered itself to your scalp. You stopped trying to choke them down and your sobs echoed off the tiled walls. You started to hyperventilate, becoming light-headed quickly. You tried desperatley to calm you lungs but failed. The last thing you heard was JARVIS sounding alarmed before you fainted.
Full of Surprises Part 2: a Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine
*I received a few requests for a Part 2 and delivered to the best of my ability. Sorry if I got carried away, but a Christmas with the Weasleys was not a task I took lightly*
Following the formation of a relationship with Fred in Hogsmeade, the reader goes home with the Weasleys for Christmas. At the Burrow the reader faces old fears and lays others to rest. Through meeting all 9 Weasleys, learning to play Quidditch, late night excursions, and the receiving of an official Weasley Christmas sweater, the reader and Fred struggle to keep their relationship under wraps. Through it all the reader is pleasantly surprised and finds themselves at home with a new family.
[Y/n] - your name
Y/L/N - your last name
~~~ - indicates the passage of time
Warnings: slight language (not at all bad)
Word count: 8,226
“But Fred, what if she doesn’t like me?” I ask nervously, wringing my hands.
“Don’t be ridiculous, love. We love you and so will she.” Fred gently pulls my hands apart, pressing his lips to then before reassuringly rubbing his thumb over their backs.