did someone do this before oh god

You know I don’t think Jack knew he liked Ashi till this exact moment

“Why am I so nervous? Oh no oh no oh god no I like her.. I am not prepared for for this!!!!”

“Shitshitshit our hands touched what do I do?!?!?!??! I should say something I should say something come on brain make words happen.”

“Oh no stop talking. I’m making it sooooooo much worse. STOP TALKING!!!”

“Well I’m sweating worse than when I fought a legit army this is great. Is there a book on this? I feel like I should have been taught something. Well so long as I don’t talk again…”


“Ok ok I can do this we spoke before right? Yes yes we definitely did. Why is this so hard now?!?”

“Is it these uuuummmmm feelings I uh mmmmm does she like me too? I don’t know if i can handle that. Oh where is that figment of my mind to tell me what to do?”

“Oh thank god someone is trying to kill us. This I know how to deal with……should that concern me?”

  • Like literally. Parting ways before class, greeting each other before, during, and after school, passing a test, and just because.
  • HUGS
  • Like bear hugs.
  • Where he’ll part his legs so your feet stand between his and he wraps his arms around you while yours go around his waist.
  • Slow, romantic sex.
  • Waiting a long time before you first did it.
  • But he can also be vv dominating in the bedroom (or wherever you guys do it).
  • Like on top, choosing positions, being in charge.
  • Enjoys seeing you on top though.
  • Like the cheeky shit would just lay there with his hands behind his head, grinning madly at you.
  • Winks. Like he winks at you all the time. Whether he’s made an inside joke to someone who doesn’t understand, or something dirty has been said, or he sees you across the room or hallway.
  • Bangs his head on everything.
  • “Oh my god.” You sigh. “The fridge door? Again?!”
  • He pouts and gives you the puppy dog eyes a lot.
  • You give in.
  • Random dates all the time.
  • He gives you little gifts every now and then. Like flowers or chocolates or your favourite food or a bag or jewelry, etc.
  • He’d be such a fun and adventurous boyfriend. There would be so many weird meme text marathons at 3am and he’ll send you the link to ‘Darude - Sandstorm’ with the caption ‘OMG I JUST FOUND THE BEST VIDEO’ and you’ll be annoyed that he just memed you, but then you’ll get him back in a wicked way of your own.
  • He’s such a teddy bear, and adore cuddles. Just laying in bed or on the floor or outside on the grass, he loves it all.
  • But he loves you the most.
  • And he makes sure to show it every single day.
Regarding Dean

Dean and Sam found you in the midst of packing your duffel – your face contorted with rage. You had spent all night searching for Dean after he ditched you at the bar, and it pissed you off to no end when you didn’t receive one call or even a goddamn text.

“Y/N, no, wait –“

“Sam, if you so much defend your brother right now, I will punch you. Let me guess, you found him hungover as hell at some diner.” You laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at the two brothers that stood by the door. Dean watched you in awe, a silly grin on his face as he watched you.

“If you would just listen for one minute I can explain what happened,” Sam tried again, he was sick of this already – trying to help Dean but he had pissed too many people off in the span of 24 hours. Quickly whirling around, you scowled at the two of them, becoming livid at the cheesy grin on your boyfriend’s face. It took everything in you not to roundhouse kick him. You had worried all night, praying to every higher power that he was okay – but of course, he acted like nothing happened.

“Well hello, gorgeous. And who might you be?” Dean smirked, licking his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Fuck you, Dean. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore,” You hissed, unshed tears brimming your eyes. Why would he act like this? The two of you had been good…more than good for the past few months now ever since you realized that he hadn’t died from the bomb implanted in him to wipe out the Darkness.

“Whoa, feisty, babe. I’m sure we can work out whatever your problem is,” He merely winked, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. It took you a moment to process what he had said, eyes wide in disbelief. Turning towards Sam, you waited for an explanation for Dean’s behavior.

“Is he still drunk?” You seethed, raking your fingers through your hair, shoulders tense at the stupidity of the situation.

“No, Y/N. Now shut up and listen. He’s been hexed-“

“What? Sam! What the fuck!”

“It’s his memory. Apparently it’s disappearing, he crashed Baby because he forgot how to put it in reverse. He didn’t even know that he was hexed until we retraced his steps. He’s…forgetting people,” He winced slightly, knowing this would be painful for both you and him if he didn’t kill the damn witch siblings.

“So he doesn’t…Dean?” The eldest Winchester looked at you with a wide boyish grin, eager for your attention as you addressed him. “You don’t know who I am?”

His brows furrowed at you, wondering why you would ask such a question when he was positive he would remember someone like you. He turned to look at his brother, silently asking for help.

“That’s Y/N, Dean. She’s been hunting with us for the past 10 years or so. She’s, um – “

“I’m your girlfriend, Dean.”

Both you and Sam watched Dean process your words, brows furrowed in confusion before a wide boyish grin graced his lips, a smile you hadn’t seen since …god it had been over a decade. It took your breath away, watching how childish and just so carefree Dean was.

“Y/N, is my girlfriend? Oh lord, what did I do to have such a beautiful girl?” He murmured appreciatively, his calloused fingers reaching up and brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. You blushed. Honest-to-Chuck blushed. Sure you and Dean had your moments where the flirting was intense and still held that spark that had yet to die ever since you met him. But this was different. It was as if Dean was falling in love with you all over again and you enjoyed it way more than you should have.

“You’re lucky you have a reason as to what happened last night or else your ass would be out on the side of the road by now,” you playfully scowled at him, only to have him watch you with excitement at the fact that you were talking to him. Taking his hand, you led him over to the bed, sitting down next to him as you waited for Sam to finish his call with Rowena. You could feel Dean’s stare as you watched TV. “Could you not do that?” You grinned, watching as he bashfully looked away from you.

“Sorry it’s just, I can’t believe I can’t remember someone like you. I can – um, I can feel how much I loved, er, love you though and it’s quite frustrating to not have memories with it,” His words sent your heart racing against your chest, dammit Winchester. Even with him losing his memory, he was still just as charming as ever without even realizing it. 

Look At Me - Request

Summary: Dean is on the phone and reader wants his attention so she makes him hang up to the person he’s talking to.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1.946

Warnings: Not much plot, but loads of smut (rough, bit of spanking, bit of teasing, unprotected)

A/N: I turns out, I did have a Dean request among the Sherlock ones and just now I found out. 


Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

A case, a new threat, maybe just someone calling to say hi; it didn’t matter. She wanted attention, and she wanted it in that exact moment. He was at the library, and she was just at the door, preparing herself to get what she wanted.

“Yeah, sure…” Dean replied listlessly to whoever was on the other side of the line. He was writing something on a piece of paper, and (Y/N) didn’t mind to read it. “OK, yeah…” He continued.

(Y/N) took the pen (or was it a pencil?) out of his hand, throwing it behind her back, then she scrunched the piece of paper and threw it away as well, taking its place on the table to sit. Dean watched every move she made with his lips parted and his eyes focused.

“Jody, I will uh… I have to go…” And with that, Dean hanged up the phone.

“That was easier than expected.” She flirted.

“If my girl comes here wearing that… Everything is easy.” Dean whispered.

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Birds and bees with Rosie

Knowing as both John and Sherlock are both awkward and terrible af in terms of proper communication,

can you imagine how they’d broach the subject of puberty and birds and bees talk to Rosie once she’s in her teens??

Imagine John asking Sherlock “I think we need to plan how we’ll approach this, about Rosie being….you know… ”

“Approach what, be more specific John.”

“About teaching… Guiding Rosie about….birds and bees”

“For God’s sake John, don’t be ridiculous! This isn’t the time to teach Rosie about beekeping, there’s more important issues at need to worry about, she’s having SEX!”

John rests his face into his palms. He is defeated.

~ later ~

Rosie comes home from school to the sight of John and Sherlock sat down at the dinner table as if she’s late for a conference meeting. Oh no, she thinks.

“Rosie we need to talk.” John starts.

“Uh-oh, what’s this about?”

John clears his throat before starting awkwardly “It’s about….. Look I know you’re growing up and I am concerned….about.. Ok let me start over, there are things that people… *do*… that might seem exciting at your age… And we just want to make sure that you are taking care of yourself-”


“Oh my god…” John feels defeated for the second time that day.

okaY so ConSider ThIs–Mick’s medical skills probably aren’t half bad.

Like Len said, Mick’s always been the muscle to Len’s brains, and that means more often than not, Mick is the one coming home with the injuries, which he usually had to treat himself–Len isn’t an option, because as clever as he is with his hands, Len doesn’t really do gentle with anyone other than his sister (and sometimes not even then), and as a general rule, Mick doesn’t like to be touched by anyone that he doesn’t know and trust .  So he had to learn to administer medical treatment to himself.  He’s not a brain surgeon, but he’s about as good as someone who’s self-taught can be.  He knows how to check for a concussion and internal bleeding, how to stitch up an injury and deal with infection, and has a grasp of basic pain relief.  (He also probably knows how to deal with bullet wounds pretty capably as well).

Mick doesn’t really like to advertise these skills–they’re helpful when he needs them, absolutely.  That’s 99% of the reason why he cultivated them, but this particular skillset is distinctly removed from the version of himself that he likes to project.  Now, he doesn’t hide them either, but the ship can treat most other injuries, so really he doesn’t see much point in utilizing them when they’re unnecessary.

Ray is the first to find out.  Mick had meant it, after the gulag, when he’d said that they were even, and was personally content to leave it at that.  But Ray’s medical (and self preservation) sensibilities are terrible, and even though practically all his ribs are broken from that damn sledgehammer, his solution is to just go “eh, I’ll just bandage them and get back to work,”  because that’s how they deal with broken ribs in movies and stuff, right?  Wrap bandages around them and troop on?  Ray just makes the mistake of asking Mick for a hand bandaging them.  Ray winces immediately after, intimidated by the force of Mick’s glare, and pretty sure Mick is going to refuse his request for help on the spot.  He did not expected Mick to sigh in irritation because for fuck’s sake, sure, if you wanna die of pneumonia.  Instead, Mick does a quick check–running his hands along Ray’s ribs, trying to ensure that none of them are in danger of puncturing a lung.  Then, he firmly steers Ray into bed and gives him painkillers, as well as stern instructions to rest.  The rest of the crew coos at this, though Mick maintains that he was not doing a nice thing, he was just preventing an act of egregious idiocy.  No one actually believes him.

Sara is next.  She does not get injured so often anymore (I mean, it does happen, but more often than not she emerges from ridiculously dangerous situations utterly unscathed, a skill of which the rest of the crew is very envious).  But her old wounds might as well be fresh ones, some days–there was no time for proper healing on Lian Yu, and certainly not as a member of the League of Assassins, where you either got up and kept fighting or were left for dead.  As a result, many of her old wounds still pain her–a knot of scar tissue just under her arm that aches fiercely when it rains, a knee that hurts to move when she overexerts herself (which is hard, but not impossible).  Before joining the Legends crew, she would have masked her pain.  She’s gone years just gritting her teeth and pushing her way through.  But the more time that passes with the team, the less her instincts tell her to hide the pain–the more comfortable she is letting herself be seen at her weakest.  Now, on her worst days, after particularly brutal battles, she’ll give up on it altogether, and limp through the Waverider to collapse on the couch (yes, the Waverider has a living room, because I say so).  Now, the team will all try to comfort her in their own ways.  Jax and Ray will sit on the other side of the table and play board games with her.  Stein tries to replicate Clarissa’s mac and cheese (he cannot, but the effort is thoroughly appreciated), Rip will quietly postpone their next mission, and Len offers comfort as non-obtrusively as he can.  But Mick? Mick shows with a heat compress and a liniment for her knee and some advice–(lay on your side and put a pillow between your legs, it will straighten your spine and take the pressure of your injury) from old injuries of his own.

Jax (and by extension, Stein) find out the extent of Mick’s medical expertise in the field, when Jax takes a bullet in the side.  He’s hemorrhaging fast, flames flickering out as he unfuses with Stein, who looks so worried that a heartattack may be a legitimate risk. They’re far from the ship–but not from a nearby medical clinic.  Before the rest of the team can process what’s going on, Mick is pressing a jacket (requisitioned from Snart) to Jax’s side, and rushing him into the clinic, where one of the doctor’s takes over.  That should be the end of it, but Mick has had more than his fair share of bullet wounds, and backseat drives the fuck out of that medical procedure, because there’s no need to be so rough, doc and if I’d wanted him to bleed out I would have left him out there, jesus and basically just glares and intimidates until the doctor, in frustration, pushes the tools into Mick’s hands, because “you do it, then!”.  Mick shrugs, and does the job more neatly and efficiently than the doctor could have hoped (much to the man’s chagrin).

After that, the rest of the crew starts coming to him for everything.  For such a violent, large person, Mick is surprisingly delicate when treating injuries, with a feather-light touch.  Most of the crew discovers that they prefer being treated by Mick (who tries to avoid causing them pain, and who is almost sympathetic when he has to) than they do Gideon in the medbay.  Kendra gets a cut on her leg while sparring? She’ll hop, leg dripping, to his room and knock on the door–”Hey Mick, can you take a look at this for me?”

Stein thinks his back is acting up again? “Mr. Rory, would you mind terribly advising me on this?”

Even Rip gets in on it, though he argues that its because when he’s injured, he likes being able to receive treatment in the comfort of his own quarters.

Every time, Mick grumbles, don’t you guys have Gideon for this? I thought this ship was from the future–.  But every time, he takes a look at it, because he just knows that if he refuses they’ll just stand there looking sad and mopey, before limping off to the medbay, and for fuck’s sake, he’s not heartless (and maybe he likes knowing that he can use his hands for something other than destruction, but that’s another beast altogether)

TL;DR–consider Mick Rory, entirely against his will, becoming the team medic (and sighing because, damn, if he doesn’t step up, these idiots are all gonna die.)

(PS, let it be noted that, inevitably, there may be some basis in batmanisagatewaydrug’s headcanons in here, particularly her headcanons about Sara’s old injuries causing her pain, because her headcanons are so good that I can’t help but think of them as ingratiated into canon.)

Absolutely! I’ve never written these two together before, but I really enjoyed imagining them meeting, and it did become shippy  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thanks for the prompt!

The first thing Oikawa notices are his lips, the upward slant of them, crooked and teasing. He doesn’t like it. It feels off balance. It suggests that there are things this dark-haired boy knows that Oikawa does not. He hates that feeling.

“Who is that, Iwa-chan?” he asks, tipping his chin just slightly in the direction of the lanky boy who has caught his attention.

“Kuroo-san?” Iwaizumi says, as if that name should mean anything to Oikawa. “He’s their captain. Middle blocker. You didn’t watch their tapes?”

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Who Is That On Your Instagram?

Jace looked at the photo one more time, a huge smile making his jaw almost ache. He’d been smiling so much more than usual lately and he knew the reason why. Making sure he copied it before he cropped it carefully, he made a small adjustment to the brightness and posted it to his Instagram with the caption ‘there is no stopping this smile’ adding the wink emoji as a secret message.

He hoped it was vague enough to not rile suspicion, Jace wasn’t ashamed, not in the least, he just wanted to keep this bit of happiness to himself for a little longer. Two minutes later his phone was ringing.

“Iz?”, he answered, “Everything alright?”

“Who is that?, she blurted, her voice full of accusation

“Who is who?”

Jace had no idea what his sister was on about now, but she’d always been the nosy one. His mind hadn’t found the connection to what he’d done to warrant her question, that was until she connected the dots for him.

“Who is that on your Instagram?”.

Oh boy, he thought, so much for keeping it to himself. But how did she notice, he was sure he was being so slick. It must have been that caption, he was so stupid and mentally kicked himself. 

“What are you talking about, Iz? I posted a selfie”, he tried to redirect her playing innocent.

“And the arm around you?”, the accusatory and curious tone back. 

Okay so it wasn’t the caption.

“It’s a friend”.

“And you cropped them out why?”

“To be polite and not post their photo in case they don’t want to be on social media”.

“So considerate”, she patronized, and he knew she had to be rolling her eyes. “Do I know this friend?”

“NO”, Jace spoke a bit loud but it was too late now. 

“Oh really, that’s funny because Clary could have sworn that watch your friend is wearing is the one she bought for Simon last Hanukkah. And I’m pretty sure I got him a checked blue button down for his birthday, I think your friend is wearing a similar shirt. How funny is that?”

“Hilarious”, Jace deadpanned although his stomach felt nervous like it was flipping around in his gut.

“Even funnier is that Simon told Clary he was going on a date last night. When she asked if it was a first date he said no, and told her he really likes the guy a lot. Also pretty hilarious is that you’ve been kinda busy lately, and - um - smiling more”, she sounded so very smug in her assessment. 

Check and mate, Izzy knew it, her tone of voice said as much, he knew it too. Busted, no way out now, perhaps it was time for him to let everyone in on why he was so happy lately. It wasn’t a bad thing, he really cared a lot about Simon, he even let himself think the word ‘love’ once or twice. 

“Okay”, he huffed in resignation. “It’s Simon”

The squeal on the other end of the phone had Jace pulling it far from his ear. 

“I knew you were seeing someone, but Simon? Oh my god this is too cute”.

“Can you calm down please, Iz”, Jace sighed. 

“So it is Simon?”, a third voice came muffled over the phone from Isabelle’s end.

“Let me guess, Clary is with you?”. 

“Of course”, Isabelle answered like he was ridiculous.

“Okay so I’m glad you two figured it out, but can you keep it to yourselves for now. I really like him too, and I just want to enjoy this before everyone starts freaking out over it”.

“Too late”, Clary giggled in the background.

“Too late, what? Iz what did you do?”.

“Your notifications are about to blow up. Alright bye love you see you later”

“Iz? Izzy? Isabelle what do you mean?”.

It was too late she’d ended the call, and then Jace’s phone started buzzing and chiming incessantly. He had a bunch of missed texts from Alec, Magnus and Raphael, but his Instagram was going off. 

Opening the app he checked his last post and saw Izzy’s comment. 

Oh fuck she didn’t.

‘Hi Simon, you two are so cute. Congrats big brother you landed a good one’ To add extra emphasis she plastered two lines of different color hearts and the heart eyes emoji .

The resulting comments were his friends and family in varying states of shock or delight, a bunch were congratulatory, some hilariously rude, and then there was Simon’s comment. It was life buoy in a sea of insanity, and Jace couldn’t help but let the smile take over yet again. 

‘Cats out of the bag, huh Jace? Congrats to me, I landed a gorgeous one’ with the kiss emoji following. 

Jace ignored every other comment and only answered one, the only one that mattered.

‘There is no stopping that smile because you’re so damn cute ’

The annoying ‘awwwwwwwwww’ Clary commented with right after made Jace roll his eyes but he didn’t care because he’d be meeting his boyfriend, Simon for a lunch date in thirty minutes. But before he could leave, Jace decided to make another post, this time he shared the full photo. Simon was looking at him with the sweetest look on his face, and that is what made Jace smile.

(Request) Keep Watch

Title: Keep Watch

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: anon

Um so I have a one shot request.. if you do them? It’s quite embarrassing but new wife reader secretly watches Negan fuck one of the others & Negan unknowing to the OC sees her & goes harder with the other wife just to impress the new wife watching and next day teases her about it and they end up fucking somewhere in the middle of the day.  if you like the idea anyway

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Extremely enjoyed writing this! Thank you, anon for this awesome and hot request! I literally had to take a short break to gain my composure back because writing this made me feel hot lmao. Hope you’d enjoy this! <3

You weren’t one to ask for sex but ever since you agreed to become Negan’s wife, your principles have slowly changed. Besides, it’s the end of the world and sex doesn’t come easy now that everyone’s been so focused on keeping themselves alive. And also, your husband was Negan and if that wasn’t enough reason for you to initiate some sexy time, then you’re probably out of your mind.

Negan wasn’t particularly the man of your dreams, hell, he’s the opposite of your dream prince charming. He was ruggedly handsome, had a foul mouth and a crude sense of humor. Not to mention, he’s killed a lot of people and felt no remorse for them. He was fucked up. Despite all these traits, you still felt a strong sense of attraction when you first arrived at the Sanctuary a couple of weeks ago. The fact that you found yourself liking Negan after knowing what’s he’d done, made you just as fucked up as him. But you couldn’t care less because this was the new world and in the new world, people don’t give a shit about anyone anymore. Negan might not be your ideal man but hell, he swept you off of your feet the first time you had talked to him.

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Some celebrity!aus bc I get creative when I’m washing dishes

- I was bored so I started looking for fanfictions with me and wow your writing is so good

       ° I tried to tell you that you’re writing about me but you didn’t believe me so I sent you a selfie and now you’re freaking out god you’re so cute

- you’re a cute barista at coffee shop where I buy coffee every morning and you always write notes about my movies and tv series and it always makes my day better

- we’re friends and both famous and we talk about each other in interviews bc we’re the biggest fans of the other and people ship us

     °  we’re actors in the same tv show/movie and we have to play couple
          °  you don’t want our first kiss to be screen-fake one so you kissed me quickly before the director said “action” and wHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO DO
          ° “huh we’re couple? it won’t be hard playing it since I’m in love with you since we first met OH MY GOD I REALLY SAID THAT WHY DID I DO THAT”

- I always see you at my fan meetings but you don’t really look like someone who’d be my fan so what are you doing there?

- you’re my makeup artist and you always tell me some anecdotes from your life and now I’ve laughed so much that I cried and you have to do my face again I’m not sorry it’s your fault

My ASM felt like she wasn’t performing up to par at our first spacing rehearsal in the theater. She hadn’t done this type of show before and kept repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m just failing you. I’m sorry, I’m failing at life right now!”

I put things in perspective for her–

“Did you go to your day job and email an announcement to over 800 families that someone had died who, in fact, was alive and well?” 

“Oh god, no!” 

“Well I did, so you’re doing just fine.”

Request: Mine

Request: Well, i was thinking about an imagine in which get drunk at a party an Juice drives you back home and you confess that you love him and you are jealous of the crow eaters?

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz


My father was a mechanic at Teller-Morrow Automotive and I had grown up around Samcro; I knew all the bikers and they were my friends. Their queen, Gemma Teller, was an important person in my life. She taught me a lot about that life, among other things that helped me to become a strong woman. However, crow eaters and sweetbutts still underestimated me, thinking I was just an innocent little girl.

“You don’t curse. You don’t get into fights. You don’t get drunk”, Chibs liked to remind me whenever I complained about it, “You’re a sweet girl”

Yeah, I got that often. I could be an old lady, I just had to prove to them and, more important, have an old man. That’s the hardest part. Do you know why? Because the man I wanted wouldn’t look at me like that. 

Juice was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He was nice to me and always respectful, but I wanted him to want me, look me like he looked at the other girls. Chibs knew I liked him and was constantly telling me I was better than the crows, but I couldn’t stop comparing me to them. Like the one who was touching Juice when I walked in the clubhouse that night.

He saw me but I quickly turned my look to the bar, walking toward there to get a drink. Chucky raised an eyebrow at me but put a glass in front of me. I glanced over my shoulder and Juice was still there, across the room, talking to Kozik while the crow stroked his arm. I was so angry that get drunk seemed to be a good idea, so I grabbed the bottle from Chucky’s hand.

“Aye lass”, I bumped into Chibs on my way out, “Where are you going?”

“Bite me”, I barked, though he didn’t deserve it. I walked to the swing Gemma had bought for the kids and sat there, drinking alone.

Chibs’ POV

He had finished his first beer of the night and was going to get another one when Y/N bumped into him. She was storming out the clubhouse and snapped when Chibs talked to her. That wasn’t like her at all and it took just one look around the clubhouse for him to understand why she was acting like that. A crow eater was all over Juice and he was letting her. Stupid boy.

Chibs shook his head and sat by the bar. Soon Tig joined him, “Did you see Y/N?”, his brother asked, “She just passed by me and is in the swing, drinking all alone”

“Aye, I saw her”, Chibs nodded and motioned at Juice’s direction. Tig turned around and followed his gaze.

“Idiot”, his brother mumbled.They had noticed, a while ago, Y/N’s interest on Juice and couldn’t understand why they weren’t together already. The young Son liked her too, always following her with his puppy eyes when Y/N wasn’t looking. “Should we do something?”, the blue eyed man asked.

“I don’t know Tig”, Chibs sighed, “I don’t know”


They were playing pool and Chibs didn’t know how much time had passed until Y/N come back. She was drunk, carrying the empty bottle as she tried to get to the bar to asked for another one.

“Lass”, he walked to Y/N, to hold and stop her.

“Let me go Scottie”, she mumbled as he made her sit down. Chibs asked the prospect to bring her water and when he looked at Y/N again she was glaring at Juice, “Bitch! What is that crow doing?”

She got rid of him and crossed the room, faster than Chibs thought she could walk. Y/N grabbed the crow’s hair before Chibs could stop her.

Juice’s POV

He was talking to Kozik when Y/N arrived, but Juice saw her. Actually, he seemed to know whenever she was around, not being able to look away. Well, at least when she wasn’t looking because he couldn’t get caught. Why she had to be Gemma’s favorite? The Samcro queen would kill him if Juice tried to date Y/N, he wasn’t enough for Gemma’s favorite girl. 

She was beautiful, as always, but didn’t even look at him, going straight to the bar. The crow eater stroked his arm again, she had been doing it since the party had begun, trying to get his attention. Juice wasn’t into her at all and told her to get lost, the girl pouted and walked way. He looked at the bar but Y/N was gone. He wondered where she was and thought about looking for her, but Jax called him before Juice could even get up.


Juice got Jax a phone number he wanted and got back to the party. His brothers were playing pool and Y/N wasn’t nowhere to be seen. He found a empty spot at the couch and sat there with a beer on his hand, thinking that Y/N must have gone home. The crow eater came back and sat on his lap.

“Get lost”, Juice sighed and was ready to push her away when someone grabbed the crow eater’s hair.

“Your bitch!”, he heard Y/N yell. Chibs was fast, holding Y/N before she could hurt the crow eater who was squirming on Kozik’s arms as he held her.

“Her keys!”, Chibs hissed at Juice. He ran to the bar and Chucky handed him Y/N’s car keys. His brother carried Y/N to her car and put her inside, “Take her home and come back. We need to talk lad”

“What?”, Juice looked at his sponsor and creased his brow. He couldn’t take Y/N home, she wouldn’t want him to do it.

“Now!”, Chibs barked and Juice rushed to get in the car. He watched Y/N through the rear view mirror as he drove to her house. She was laying on the backseat, mumbling on her drunk sleep. He found the house keys inside her car and carefully carried Y/N inside. He gently laid her on the bed and admired her for a moment, thinking she was the prettiest girl he had ever met.

“Juice?”, he jumped when she called his name.

“Yes”, he whispered, “Sleep now Y/N, you had quite a night”

“Ugh I’m drunk”, she mumbled, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Yes, you are”, Juice chuckled. He couldn’t help it, she was adorable, “Luckily you didn’t hurt that crow, Chibs stopped you”

“Yeah”, Y/N smiled, already falling asleep again, “Nobody touches my man”

“What?”, he asked but she was already soundly sleeping. Her man? The crow was touching him. Juice closed the bedroom door behind him, thinking about what Y/N had said. He texted Chibs to say he wasn’t going back to the clubhouse, but got no answer from his brother. Juice stretched on the couch, pulled the blanket up and tried to relax, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/N had said.


I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. The blinds were open and the sun was hurting my eyes. I grunted as I tried to get up, feeling my head spin. Ugh, I had a terrible hangover. I slowly walked to the kitchen, desperate for some water. How did I get home? I had a vague memorie of someone putting me inside my car, probably Chibs, I wasn’t sure. Poor Scottie, he must have drove me home; he always took care of me. I had to call Chibs and thank him.

I was looking for my phone, when I walked in the living room and saw someone on my couch. I had a natural reaction, I screamed and the person jumped.

“Juice?”, I whispered when I saw him.

“What the hell?”, he cursed, rubbing his face.

“Sorry”, I grimaced, “I just saw someone on the couch and you were under the blanket, I didn’t know you were there”

“I drove you home”, Juice explained. He yawned and blinked a few times.

“I don’t remember it, I thought Chibs did it”, I said and Juice shook his head. Suddenly, I realized what he had to do. He had to carry me inside and put me in my bed. Oh my God! I had dreamed about him carrying me so many times, but none of them involved an unconscious me because I had drunk too much. I turned around and walked back to the kitchen before he could see me blushing.

“No”, Juice followed me and I started to make coffee, keeping me busy and buying me time to calm down, “You got into a fight with a crow, Chibs put you inside your car and told me to bring you home”

“Yeah, I… I remember that”, I mumbled. Damn it, why my hands were shaking?, “I mean, the car, not the fight. Did I really get into a fight?”. That was a first!

“Yes”, his tone made me stop what I was doing, “And that reminds me… Shit, you probably don’t remember it”

“What?”, I breathed as I turned to face him, panicking a little bit. What have I done?, “What is it?”

“I put you in bed and… You mumbled you were drunk and I said yes, you got into a fight with a crow and…”, I held my breath as he looked at me, “You said nobody touches your man”

“What?”, my heart was beating fast inside my chest and I was pretty sure he could hear it, “My man?”

“You punched the crow who was on my lap”, Juice bit his lip as I turned pale. I was so stupid! He wasn’t supposed to know like this, in a drunk confession. To be honest, I wasn’t planning to confess my feeling at all, not sober and certainly not drunk, “She was touching me Y/N”

“S-Sorry”, I stuttered, holding the counter behind me, “I was drunk”

“You’re blushing”, Juice raised an eyebrow as he got closer to me.

“No, I… I’m not…”, I couldn’t find the words. He was so close and he was looking at me differently, there was something new on his eyes.

“Tell me”, he asked in a whisper, “Tell me the truth”

“She was all over you and I got jealous”, I admitted before I even knew what I was doing, “It was supposed to be me, the girl who fell for you the first time I saw you”. I looked up at Juice, waiting. He gently grabbed my arms and put them around his neck, “What are you doing?”

“No one touches your man but you”, Juice pulled me closer, making me gasp. Then he kissed me, gentle but dominant. I melted on his arms. I knew we had to talk about this, about us, but that was the last thing I wanted to do as Juice, my man, kissed me. My man. Mine.

friendship forged in glitter

I’ve seen people wanting a longer fic based off my not!fic so I decided to write it. Not beta’d. Also of ao3.

“You really need to start getting along with Derek, mischief.” Stiles’ mommy tells him on their way to her work. Stiles gets to go to work with her because she and Derek’s mommy run a daycare together.

“But, mommy, he’s so mean!” Stiles whines, crossing his arms over his chest.

Claudia sighs softly and turns around to look at Stiles after parking her Jeep. “I don’t think so, baby, but even so you’re five now. You’re a big boy. So please play nice?” She asks him.

“I’ll try.” Stiles says because his mommy is the best and he loves her.

“Thank you, Stiles.” Claudia says, getting out and letting Stiles out.

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Pour Up - Part 4

Summary: EXO Mafia AU ~ Yixing is an operative for his crime family, the Kims, and his next mission is to kidnap you, an heiress, for a ransom. He’s been doing this all his life, he’s prepared for this - or so he thinks…until he meets you.

Pairing: Yixing x You

Note: Slight influence of The Godfather

Warnings: Language

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No. No no no.

Yixing blindly reaches for Sehun as the dull grief he had been feeling for the past several years spikes into acute, jagged fear. And fury. She can’t do this. She can’t just play with his life like this! She can come for Yixing, poison him, beat him, take a shot at his head all she wants – but if Y/N thinks she can lay a single finger on Sehun, on his little brother—

Yixing’s feet react faster than his brain and he’s weaving through the crowded room, trying not to run, trying to keep his face impassive, silently calculating how many fucking bullets he’ll put between her eyes – when a hand catches his arm and stops him.

“You’ve come home,” Suho says, dropping his hand when Yixing stares at it.

“No thanks to you,” he mutters and takes a step away. He needs to go, now, and the last person he wants to talk to is his father. He’s half-turned towards the door, but Suho continues with purposeful obliviousness to Yixing’s urgency.

“Please,” he scoffs. “There was no doubt in my mind that you were going to escape. I trained you myself, remember? I will always bet on you, Yixing.”

A blossom of warmth unfurls in his chest, but Yixing quickly tamps it down – because this is what Suho does. His words are sweet as honey but his actions are colder than a knife’s edge.

“This wasn’t a bet, Suho,” he rakes a hand through his hair, “you took a gamble on my life. What if you had lost?”

“Have I lost before?” This is a rhetorical question. Suho’s track record of victory is impeccable. “Anyway, I expect a thorough debriefing of the whole event. The Nightshade girl is playing with fire here, and I think it’s time we turn up the heat.” 

Yixing’s eyes slide to Sehun happily chatting with his brothers, and he nods. On this matter, he agrees with his father – but he’s not about to come running back home because of it. “Okay,” he lies smoothly. “We’ll talk tonight, but I have to go now.”

“Where on earth could you possibly go when your entire world is right here?” Suho calls after his retreating figure, and he grits his teeth. Because Y/N has somehow managed to wedge her way into his world too, Suho just doesn’t know it yet.

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Love Bleeds Red

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Fem!Reader

Crossover: Criminal Minds

AN: Part 1 of my new series! And just a random title ig it kinda fits and I’m sorry if any characters sound ooc. Plus this will mostly be based on memory with what they would say in the show.

Summary: Reader is part of the BAU and comes to NYC for a case where her boyfriend Lin lives. The more the reader learns about this case the more she fears for Lin’s life as the unsubs victims matches Lin’s description.

Words: 1768

Warnings: crime scenes and everything in between with that; mentions of murder; angst


Reader’s POV

“Yeah, I miss you too.” I smiled like an idiot.

“Princess, we’re about to go over the debriefing for the new case.” Morgan leaned against the small wall separating my desk space from the others. I placed my hand over my phone pulling it away from my ear.

“Okay give me a sec.” I told him before putting the phone to my ear as Lin began talking. “No Lin, it was just Morgan relax. I have to go.

“Stay safe please.” He begged me. I smiled softly. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too and I’ll be fine. Okay? Yeah. Bye.” Ending the call I put my cell in the front pocket of my blazer. Pushing myself out of my chair I made my way to the debriefing room where my team was.

I made my way into the room and found a seat besides Spencer. On the screen showed shots from the crime scene.

“Last night a body was found in a dumpster in an abandoned alleyway. The victim was identified as Anthony Gonzalez.” JJ pressed a button showing the next photo a family picture of Anthony and his family.

“Cause of death?” Morgan asks, leaning back in his chair.

“He was stabbed to death, over 20 times, but the victim showed signs of strangulation as well.

“Wouldn’t that make the killing personal to the unsub?” I asked as I analyzed the photos of the crime scene.

“It’s not definite if it was personal to the unsub but to the person the message was aimed at.” She stated.

“There’s a message?” JJ nodded before clicking to the next slide.

“The stabbing and the strangulation, its most probable to say that the unsub did it out of anger. You see with how tight the neck was squeezed it seems to be close to the point of fracture, the unsub wanted to be up close and personal, wanting to feel the victim struggling wanting to be in control to showing dominance and the stabbing to the chest, very close to the heart it leaves us to believe for him it’s a sign to his own broken heart because look at the message.” Reed rambled on pointing the the next picture with words painted in blood on the brick wall.

‘You broke my heart so I’ll break yours.’” Emily read aloud.

“So that leaves us that the unsub is a male in his mid 20’s to early, to late 30’s.” JJ concluded.

“Everyone get what you need and meet at the jet in 30.” Hotchner dismissed us. I stood up from my seat and walked out with the team. I pulled out my phone sending a quick text to Lin.

“So how are you and Lin?” Derek casually asks as he leans against your chair as you get what you need.

“Everything is great.” You smiled towards him. “And I feel kind of jittery right now.” I told him truthfully as I slung my bag over my shoulder. He looked at me confused before arching his left brow.

“Why?” I smiled slightly.

“Because this case is in NYC where Lin lives and I haven’t seen him in a few months….I miss him and when we’re there if we even have the time during or after the case I want to go see him.” I explained to him. He nodded in understanding.

“Yeah I get that.” I raised and eyebrow at him, looking at him in disbelief.

“You sure about that Mr. Playboy?” I said teasingly, walking past Derek as he mockingly laughed. I grinned, walking up the few stairs, through the glass doors and to the elevator.


“There’s been another murder.” JJ told the team, she made her way down into a seat besides me.

“Was there another message?” I asked as she opened her laptop.

“Yes, the NYPD sent me these.” She showed the team the pictures. “Luis Montoya.” A picture showed the body.

“Same memo, strangulation and what? 20 stab wounds?” JJ nodded. Looking at the man I felt a queasy. It’s not because of the body, I’ve seen plenty of crime scenes and photos but it looks like there’s a type the unsub goes for. Black hair, brown eyes, goatee, latino.

“It seems to be this guy is going after Mexicans, that’s the only connection I see.” Derek commented.

“No, it’s more than that, I’ll call Garcia and ask her if the two victims has any connections other then their ethnicity.” Reed stated, pulling out his phone.

“This is the ever so wonderful Penelope Garcia how can I be of assistance?” I cracked a smile.

“Hey baby girl we need you to work your magic and find a connection between the two victims.”

“Wait two? I thought there was only one victim.” I could hear her tapping away at her computer, probably looking up the recent murder. “Luis Montoya.” She then said. “Age 35, about 5′9, no children and no family.” She stated.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“I will see what I can find.”

“Thanks Garcia.” Hotch says before Reed hangs up the phone.

“What was the message?” I asked. JJ clicked something and another image came up.

‘Why him?’ It read in the victim’s blood.

“He’s definitely doing this out of rage and heartbreak, hell even jealousy from the looks of it.” I say, leaning back in my seat.

“When we land, Reed, JJ you’ll be coming with me to the NYPD. Morgan I want you and Prentiss at the first crime scene. And Rossi you take Y/N to the more recent one see what else you can find.”


“You’re awfully quiet.” Rossi commented as we rode in the black SUV on our way to the most recent crime scene. I brushed a strand hair out of my face.

“This case worries me.” He glanced at me before looking back at the busy streets of New York.

“Why? We’ve dealt with worse unsubs then this.”

“I know that!” I growled in frustration. Lifting my hands I raked them through my hair. “It’s just the unsub’s victim type…he’s going after men with some sort of latino, Latin American descent, and what if Lin becomes the next victim? He fits the bill so far. And it can’t be a coincidence-” I was cut off when I heard Lin’s all too familiar voice rapping. “There’s a reason why I keep my phone on vibrate.” I mumbled to myself as Rossi chuckled.

“Lin hey is everything all right?” I could hear Chris talking in the background.

“Are you here in New York?” Was what he asked me. I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was such a dork but he’s my dork.

“Yes I am, for work. I’m heading to one of the crime scene’s now.”

“Well I was wondering whenever you’re not super busy being a sexy badass that we can see each other? I don’t care where or when I just have to see you.” Looking out the window, my eyes narrowed at the light in my eyes.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll see what I can do but I promise you that I’ll see you before I leave. Okay?” I asked. Lin sighed on the other line but it wasn’t an irritated one it was a sigh in content kind of way.

“Okay. Stay safe.” I smiled.

“Always am. I love you.”

“I love you too princessa.” A blush crept up my face.


“Bye.” He said in his adorable dorky way before hanging up.

“I’m sure Lin will be fine. There’s thousand’s of people in the city, the chance of him being the unsub’s next victim is very slim.” Rossi told me as he parked by the scene where the second murder took place.”

“Thank you Rossi.” I told him gratefully. He smiled as we got out of the car.


It’s been a long day. From what we learned today the connection made between the victims were their looks, their ethnicity being Puerto Rican, age and height and that they’re both single but the funny think is they both had a connection to some kind of art.

I opened the door to my hotel, ready the crash at any second. Dropping my bag at the foot of the bed I kicked my shoes off, shrugging my blazer off I through it on the table nearby and crawled on top of the bed. My eyes closed, I felt myself being lulled into a deep sleep.

“What the heck I gotta doooo for you to answer meee.” Lin’s voice attempt to sing his song ‘What the heck I gotta do’ with his own twist, blared from across the room on the table. I groan into my pillow making no move to move from my spot. It was so comfortable. The singing stopped before it started back up again. Cursing under my breath I trudged my way out of the comfort of the hotel bed and dug my phone out of my blazer pocket sliding the green button on the screen to the side.

“What is it Lin?” My voice sounded groggy as if I was asleep, I wish.

“Y/N.” I perked up when I noticed how nervous his voice sounded.

“Lin what’s wrong?” I ask him.

“I got back from walking Tobillo and I found a package in front of my door and when I opened it…” He trailed off.

“Lin what was in it?”

“It was pictures of me. And not the pictures you would have someone take of you like this guys whoever he was, was like stalking me and he left a note.” His voice was higher.

“What did it say?” I asked.

“You took her away.” I heard him gag. “He also left a photo of someone’s body.” His voice sounded strained. “Oh god how can anyone do this to someone.” My eyes widened in horror. Ripping my phone away from my ear I sent two photos of the victims of when they were alive to Lin before pressing the phone to my ear again.

“Lin listen to me carefully I sent you two pictures can you tell me if it was either of those men?”

“It was the second one.” He told me.

“Oh my god.” I felt my stomach drop. “Lin get inside lock all the doors and windows.” I told him as I ran out of my room and to Hotch’s.

I banged my fist against the door until he answered it.

“What is it?” At this time the rest of the team were out of their rooms lookin gat us.

“We have a problem.”

Bridget’s Diary

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault


I’m going to go to a party tomorrow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I know parties are places of temptation, but my friends are all going and I just can’t help myself. They’re all purity club members, we’ll keep each other on the straight and narrow. I’m so excited, and at the same time I want to throw up because I’m so nervous. My parents obviously don’t know I’m going, I told them I’m staying at my friend Holly’s tomorrow night. I will be, kinda, just… after the party.

I will seriously throw up. This is so exciting. I just have to remember that I’m a fine china tea cup, not Styrofoam and disposable. I’m not easy, and I will remain pure until Jesus chooses my soulmate. ♥

For now though… I have to figure out what I’m going to wear!

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TF2 Sniper/Spy  Headcanon

Based on a random convo where we were talking about how Spy/Sniper tends to either have
a) woofbified Sniper or Spy, b) creepy stalker Spy or c) feral bushman Sniper that has to be civilised by Spy. 

Primary concept: Why give us 10K of creepy ass spysniper when you could have the pair happily together, and they tell the team by announcing Scout now has two dads over dinner bc they went to Las Vegas over the weekend.

@camiluna27 said that Sniper could help Spy learn to be a dad to Scout, and well, I had an alternate idea, so… this happened:


Sniper has no experience.

If anything, Engie might be the closest the team has to a father figure. And Spy would prefer death over admitting it to the Texan…

Sniper, on the other hand, is just oddly casual with everyone even those he’s going to kill. He can get serious, but mostly, it’s chill… everyone can relate to him, in their own way. He listens, offers advice, and has your back on the field.

Spy, in contrast, has been made paranoid by the world in which he lives. Lies, deceptions, masks, targets, always the threat of death haunting every move… if your smile is even an ounce deceptive, you die. He has learned to be what people need to see, to adapt to a challenge.

Who he is, as a person, is a little difficult for him to gauge. The closest he came to being… him, a person, was when he spent time with Scout’s mother, who challenged his normal statements, behaviours, seductions as utterly false. An act. And he suddenly realised she was right.

Now he was on a base, and he did not need to BE anyone. That is, after battle was over… he was just… Spy. And who was that?

He went for haughty, kept them at bay. The man he was, was dead, if you thought about it. Buried under a thousand faces and facades, all in the name of espionage.

Scout… was an unpleasant surprise. He’d thought, based on what correspondence he’d received in the last year from Her… that the boy was going to college for an art degree, and yet… here he was smashing in heads amongst hardened mercenaries?

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anonymous asked:

Can you do RFA+V+Saeran reacting so someone saying something rude/racist to African American MC? I don't see enough of it if there is any :(. If that's not comfortable then that's totally fine

OH MY GOD it’s ok gurl i gotchu ppl so racist nowadays i’m !!!!! >:( also sorry this took forever :3


  • at first he’s too shocked to say anything
  • he’s just looking at that chick like 
  • excuse me? did you really just say that?
  • then he wakes up and
  • “What do you think you’re saying to MC? Her skin is anything but ‘gross’ you racist prick. Next time, take a look in the mirror before you insult my girl.”
  • *insert angry Yoosung emoji*
  • also this boy lmfao he stomps on that person’s foot and sticks out his tongue 
  • A+ for effort am i right or am i right


  • it’s kinda scary but super manly at the same time
  • he grabs that person by the collar and threatens tells him off real good
  • “Sir, please watch your mouth or I’ll watch it for you. And if you’re too idiotic to understand, it means that I’m ready to give you a knuckle sandwich anytime.”
  • did i just use a term back from the 2000s you bet i did it’s just so rad right
  • gurl that guy is peeing his pants
  • not that you’re surprised tho i mean you’re about to piss your pants just from watching him teach someone else a lesson
  • holy cow can he be scary sometimes


  • she didn’t register the words quite as fast as you’d think
  • but then when she DOES realize what that person just said
  • “Excuse me, please watch your mouth. We live in a multicultural and diverse community. If you wish to dispose of your filthy words, please do so in your own private area - preferably at yourself and not at others. Thank you for your cooperation”
  • ok now you weren’t sure if it was PROTECTIVE mode or BUSINESS mode but i gotta say, she looked p r e t t y c o o l
  • then she takes you by the arm and pulls you away from the bewildered lady (she’s shook)


  • he cocks one eyebrow up as if he’s amused at the comment his dinner party guest just made
  • “I’d like you to excuse yourself from this table, Mr. kfnjhkdbnerkng”
  • that guy just looks at Jumin like what??? I’m not a child why are YOU excusing ME from the table
  • “Did you not hear me clearly? This dinner no longer needs your presence. Please leave before you embarrass yourself more than you already have.”
  • after everyone leaves he apologizes to you and is like “I will NEVER allow anyone to say that about you ever again.”


  • it was all smiles and laughs at first cuz of like memes and whatever
  • but then his friend made a racist joke and Seven legit just stopped laughing
  • “It’s not funny.”
  • “What? C’mon, it’s a little bit-”
  • “No, it’s not, also if you didn’t notice MC is sitting right here. Do you realize how uncomfortable you just made her feel? Racist jokes aren’t funny, they’re just racist.”
  • people are just starin at Seven like he’s some wild animal (who knew he could be so serious)
  • anyway, the get together is over time to leaveee


  • he didn’t know it was racist
  • he just suddenly saw that you were upset and it was like WHO DID THAT
  • “Hey! what did you just say? MC isn’t happy anymore.”
  • that guy is like what what? nothing i didn’t say ANYTHING but they continued to laugh
  • so Saeran started to get mad
  • he slammed his fist on the cafe table and THREW HIS COFFEE AT THIS GUY


  • he does that eye squinting frown thing like when you hear something and you don’t feel good about it but you’re not sure if you should start yellin or wait a bit longer
  • you tell him you wanna leave but he’s like no wait lemme teach these girls a lesson
  • soooo he walks up to them and says something along the lines of this (y’all are at a bar btw)
  • “Hey, you know, I’d LOVE to buy you girls a drink, but I don’t think they sell mouthwash here. Bummer, huh? I really wanted to help clean those filthy mouths of yours.”
  • the sass is real

I hope that was okay. I’m not African American but I DO NOT TOLERATE RACISM like pls guys be nice. there’s only so many years you have to live so why spend time hating on others when you can compliment them and make friends and send love and just ???? share happiness 

~Cherry L.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Nineteen

Where was he going? Why was he going back to the hotel?

Oh fuck.

What had you done?

Why were you so wound up by the thought that he was out fucking someone else? Was it just because you were so damn horny yourself? Stupid pregnancy hormones! Stupid bump getting in your way!

It had to be, right? I mean, if you were an actual couple then the answer would be simple. But you weren’t.

So the fact that he could go out and screw anyone he wanted to, without even a thought for how you were feeling had to be what was annoying you. The guy was a genius… He had to know that in the third trimester, lots of women got inexplicably turned on. He had to know this!

And then to try and lie about it! Just no.

But if he’d come to you and told you his plans for the evening what would you have said really?

You’d have skitzed out on him. Let’s be honest, you would have. And you would have told him he couldn’t go. And then you’d have ended up yelling.

So pretty much how tonight had ended but he’d actually got his dick wet before you’d turned back into a bitch. And he did have a point. You’d had no real right asking him where we was and who he was with. Or what he was doing. He wasn’t yours to keep tabs on. And he’d picked up straight away when you’d called so you couldn’t even throw that in his face.

Oh god…..you were going to have to apologise.


Although….. Really? Were you? He’d been a dick too, telling you the real reason you’d been so annoyed was because you were jealous that he was with someone else and not you. Just because you’d had a few dreams about him and couldn’t stop staring at his mouth…. Or his ass…. Or his hands…. And oh fuck, you’d actually admitted it to him as well. Great move Y/N!

But you didn’t actually want him…. You just wanted him to make you come. There was a difference. 

This didn’t mean anything, nothing at all. You didn’t actually want him. 


You didn’t.



Definitely not.

Where was he anyway? You checked your phone. He’d been gone half an hour. “Back in a few,“ he’d said. Although back for what?

Screw this…… You needed sleep. You just hoped you weren’t going to have another one of those dreams again. You really weren’t sure you could cope. 

Oh for fucks sake.

Another one?

Except…. Oh fuck. Oh jesus fuck.

Were you still dreaming?


Because it really felt like someone was kissing your neck right now, hands trailing up and down your body. And it felt so good. So fucking good. 

You must be dreaming. You heard yourself murmuring, “Lower” thinking how realistic this felt. 

The lips trailed lower, skimming over your covered breasts and stomach. 

You heard a familiar voice asking, “Lower still? Do you want more?”

 You whimpered in response. 

Hands gripped your pajamas bottoms, dragging them and your panties down and seconds later you felt lips on you, a tongue flicking out and tasting you, teasing you in your most sensitive area. 

Christ, this was the best dream yet……..It actually felt like you were being eaten out right now. 

Wait, were you? 

Holy shit……. Had Spencer come home?

“Oh fuuuck.” Your hips lifted off the bed as two fingers joined in, entering you and curling inside as a pair of soft lips sucked at your clit hard. This was real…. And fuck, that was hot. 

Your eyes flew open, and you strained up in bed, the bed covers already pushed aside. Adjusting to the darkness, your eyes settled on the messy hair of the man you’d been arguing with not all that long ago.

“Spencer….. Oh my fuck…. Oh god.”

His tongue flicked quickly over you as his fingers thrusted inside, his long digits hitting in just the right spot. Fuck, this wasn’t going to take long at all. Your legs were already starting to tremble. His lips pursed again, his teeth grazing your throbbing nub as he sucked you into his mouth, his tongue circling it, the pressure alternating between fast and slow.

“Oh my god…. Fuck…. Oh my. Fuck… Spencer!”

Light headed from panting you gripped at the bed sheets trying to control the shudders that were racking through your body and forcing you to gasp out the name of your colleague and housemate as you came.

You were sure you could feel the smirk on his lips as he lapped up the fluid you knew was pooling between your thighs. Removing his fingers from you once the trembles had stopped, you watched as he climbed off the bed and pushed his hair back off his face.

“Happy now?” he said in a voice that seemed to be dripping with a mixture of confidence and sarcasm. He walked to the door, pausing before leaving your room.

“You know where I sleep if that wasn’t enough for you. You don’t have to worry about Austin anymore.”

He closed your door and you heard him padding down the hall into his own room.

Well fuck.

Jesus fucking fuck.


You both hated and loved him for knowing how badly you’d wanted that….No. NEEDED that.

His mouth…. Oh god. There’d been reason that you’d had sex three times that one night. Because the man was fucking amazing in bed. Something that when you’d actually thought about it, didn’t  surprise you that much.

It was always the sweet and innocent looking ones after all.

Oh jeez don’t start thinking about THAT night Y/N. Don’t…..

Too late.


“You know where I sleep if that wasn’t enough.”

Could you?

It was just sex right? Him helping out the mother of his child?

He did kinda owe it to you right? It was thanks to his spawn that you weren’t getting any.

Telling yourself again that it was just sex, you rolled out of bed, grabbing your robe and shrugging into it before exiting your room and walking down the corridor to his.

“Not enough?” his voice was quiet as you stood leaning on his door frame nervously.

You shook your head, a little voice wondering when the hell Spencer Reid had become the sort of stud that would have two different girls in bed in the same night.

“So you admit that the only reason you were going off at me is because you wanted me? You know, you were already moaning my name when I came into the room. And you were already wet. Dreaming?”

Confident…. Again. He was going to start getting an ego if you weren’t careful.

“I can’t control my dreams Reid. It’s these stupid hormones. And its not you specifically. Maybe just your mouth, fingers and dick.”

“So come and have them then.” He flipped the bed covers down.

You stared at the empty spot on the bed next to him for a minute.

Fuck it. No going back now.

Kicking the door shut, you joined him on the bed, your lips going straight to his. 

Isak + the Boys fic

Title: What were you afraid of?

Summary: Isak and the boys have a talk about the amazing-ness that is Evak and Isak’s sexuality. (this story is also posted on my ao3: briennejamie)

“I don’t actually believe that’s possible.”

Magnus, Mahdi, Jonas, and Isak were sitting on the floor of Jonas’s living room surrounded by snack food and beer cans while Star Wars: A New Hope played on the T.V. as background noise. As usual, Mahdi and Magnus were having a “friendly” argument about something stupid while Jonas and Isak enjoyed the free entertainment. 

“Or, maybe, it is possible, and you’re just dumb,” Mahdi joked. Isak and Jonas laughed while Magnus gasped, putting a hand to his chest, in mock offense.

“Dumb? Me? Excuse me, I am well fucking versed in- you know- tons of shit. Intelligent shit. You’re just mad because I’m right,” Magnus spat. Jonas and Isak continued to lose their shit laughing. Mahdi just shook his head.

“I can’t believe you bro,” he said, giving up on trying to convince Magnus of anything. The guy was really stubborn about certain things. 

“All right, all right,” Jonas interrupted, hoping to prevent any more bickering, “Let’s just talk about something else, yeah? Like, school or girls or some shit. Anything but this,” he laughed. 

“Fine. I’ve got something then, how’s Evak?” Magnus decided on. Isak looked up in surprise, as suddenly the attention was on him. 

Isak laughed a little. “Uh, good. It’s good. Great, actually,” he said, nodding his head. Magnus immediately smiled, Mahdi nodded contently, while Jonas just looked at him.

“So, all of that shit, with his girlfriend, the bipolar disorder, and all of that, that’s done?” Jonas asked. Isak could see his best friend’s concern. He knew that ever since the beginning of Isak and Even’s relationship Jonas has been worried about him. He saw it in Jonas’s eyes when the boys first met Even, and he saw it during Christmas in the way Jonas looked between the two of them hesitantly. Jonas just wanted to make sure Isak was okay, he always wanted that.

“Yeah, that’s all done. Sonja’s out of the picture, and we’ve talked about his bipolar disorder and everything so it’s chill.” Jonas nodded his head at Isak’s words, contented.

“So,” Mahdi began after a beat of silence, “do you like, love him or whatever?” he asked. 

Isak was surprised that it was Mahdi who asked him of this, he always seemed the most uninterested in Even and Isak’s relationship. But maybe he just didn’t like to pry.

Isak licked his lips. “Yeah, yeah I do,” he nodded. Mahdi smiled at him.

Magnus looked ecstatic. “Oh, my god, honestly, Evak forever,” he exclaimed, his voice raised up the octave tripping over the word “evak”. The boys laughed at his enthusiasm. 

“Yeah, man, you know, he’s just amazing,” Isak continued. “Like, I honestly never thought that I would meet someone, especially someone as great as him.”

Magnus raised his eyebrow. “Why not, bro? You managed to get every chick you set your sights on before. Why did you think that you’d never meet someone?”

His curiosity was genuine. For once, Isak felt like he could talk about this kind of stuff. Before, he’d have shied away from any question remotely personal, except with Jonas. Now, he knew that these were the guys that would stick by him through any shit he could lay down.

“With girls… with girls it didn’t matter. I didn’t give a shit if I fucked up, if they rejected me or whatever. Like, I never thought that I’d ever actually date another dude despite being, you know- gay.” Isak looked up from his hands, feeling vaguely uncomfortable with the eyes of his friends on him.

Jonas was lightly nodding his head, Isak could see that he understood. 

Magnus didn’t. “Wait, so you were just gonna like, keep dating girls and shit, and just, I don’t know, eventually marry some girl even though you’re gay?” Isak would almost be offended if Magnus didn’t sound so confused and concerned.

“I don’t know if I would have actually made it that far. But yeah, that was my plan,” Isak admitted. 

“You know that being gay isn’t a bad thing, right?” Mahdi asked, letting his worry slip through. 

“I know.” Isak let himself smirk a bit when saying this. It felt strange looking back on everything, on every idiotic expectation he set for himself, every stereotype he tried so hard to fight against becoming. It all seemed so far away.

“So… what were you afraid of?”

Isak turned to his best friend, who, of course, asked the only question that really mattered.

“I guess I just didn’t want to be some stereotype. I didn’t want people to look at me differently, think about me differently, talk about me behind my back. I didn’t want all the weird expectations that come with being gay. I didn’t want my parents to hate me, because I can never be all the things they used to talk about. I especially didn’t want you guys to treat me differently, to think that you couldn’t talk about girls just cause I couldn’t give less of a shit, to think that I wasn’t worth your time.”

After a long pause, Mahdi was again the first to speak. “Well, I don’t know about all that other shit. But with us, you’re chill. You don’t have to worry about any of that shit.” 

Isak nodded. “I know that. At least, now I do. I never really thought you guys would hate me or some shit, I was just too far into my own head about all of it.”

The boys all made their little indications of understanding. Jonas was even smiling a bit.

“Cool bro, as long as you know you can come to us about this shit,” Jonas said.

Isak nodded. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Magnus interrupted, “time for the real question.” The boys couldn’t hide their amusement as they looked at their overly excited friend.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be,” Isak asked, snark slipping into his tone.

Magnus took a breath in preparation. “Who’s hotter: Ryan Gosling or Ryan Reynolds?”

Mahdi and Jonas couldn’t help but laugh, quite loudly for that matter. Isak nodded his head slowly, putting his overly exaggerated contemplating face on.

“Hmm… Ryan Gosling, hands down,” Isak decided, laughing when he saw Mahdi’s incredulous expression.

“What! C’mon man, Ryan Reynolds is way better than Ryan Gosling,” Mahdi exclaimed.

“I thought I was the gay one here,” Isak joked. The laughing in the room intensified, Jonas was even bent over holding his abdomen.

“Yeah, but like, compared to Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds is clearly the superior choice,” Mahdi reasoned. Isak smiled, the image of his blonde dork of a boyfriend flashing into his mind.

“I have a type, I guess.”