he gonna be huge when he comes home


A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.



Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”


“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.


He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”




“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”


You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.


“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.


Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.


“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

Wings!Alpha!Tony Fic

So…. I did a thing. No promises as to when this will be updated since I’m still editing Spideypool and am about 8000 words into ThunderIronFrost… but here you go anyway lol. Doesnt take place in MCU timelines.

Obviously I dont have a title yet, so if you guys come up with a good one Ill take it.

“Easy.” Steve murmured and wrapped an arm around Bucky, who hadn’t stopped shaking since the plane had landed in New York. “I promise everything’s going to be fine, alright? The team can’t wait to meet you. They were very excited when I called to say I was bringing you home.”

Bucky swallowed nervously and ducked his head, fear,anxiety,nervous bleeding from him, his wings folded as tight to his body as he could get them. “I dunno, Stevie.” He whispered and Steve extended his wings, settling one over Bucky’s hunched shoulders.

“Trust me. Have I ever led you wrong?”

Bucky shrugged beneath the heavy weight of Steve’s wings, and the blond frowned, his heart breaking all over again for his best friend.

It had been almost an accident, finding Bucky. Sure, Steve had been searching for him for years, but he had been positive that The Winter Soldier had left Hungary after the debacle that was a botched assassination. Instead, as Steve had been doing one last check on the last known hiding place of the Soldier, he had found him.

It had taken weeks of careful therapy, of visits from special doctors, of Steve talking almost non-stop about their past and who they were to each other, trying to break through the Soldiers conditioning. But finally finally one day the Soldiers eyes had opened and it was Bucky staring back at him.

Steve hadn’t wasted anytime calling New York, letting Tony and the rest of the team know that he was bringing Bucky home. Tony had sent a plane for them yesterday and now here they were, the elevator to the Avengers tower shooting towards the top floors where the team lived.

“Everyone’s going to love you.” He promised. “Most of us are Betas and Omegas so don’t worry about walking into a bunch of Alpha pheromones okay? Natasha’s the scariest, but she’s a Beta, and nicer than you think. She was helping me find you.”

Bucky just nodded, and tried to hide further beneath Steve’s wings.

He hardly ever talked at all anymore, and hadn’t opened his mouth more than five times since they had left Germany sometime last night. It was just another thing that made Steve sad– to see Bucky so different from how he used to be. There were no wise cracks or jokes or snappy one liners. No teasing glances and flirty comments, because even though they were both Omegas, back in the day they had spent lots of time in bed together. Of course Bucky had been the big one back then, carefully holding a fragile Steve close to his chest, wrapping his black wings around Steve’s smaller golden ones. It had been special between them, a bond that war and time and life had all but destroyed.

It was all so different now.

Bucky was bigger now, sure, but he was so fragile. Quiet and unsure of everything, hanging his head and hiding his eyes behind his hair. Never spoke unless spoken to first, and his voice had lost that easy Brooklyn accent, now it was just low and soft and hesitant.

His beautiful black wings had silver tips now, razor thin metal sharpened to lethal points on the ends of his primaries. Not to mention the piece of machinery that had replaced his left arm.

No Bucky was barely Bucky anymore, and it made Steve’s heart hurt.

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Welcome Home

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: Dean comes home from a hunt, and you give him an eager welcome home gift.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk

word count: ~1260

“Missed you so much, baby,” Dean growled into your ear, manhandling you as he pressed you up against one of the bookshelves in the bunker.  He began biting at your neck, and you whimpered.

“Talked to you like five times a day, Dean,” you reminded him, knowing as well as he did that it wasn’t the same as being together, and talking was nowhere near as good as feeling.

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Come Home, Daddy

Characters: Jensen x Reader, OFC Daughter Emmarie

Warnings: fluff, with a teensy side of angst but not really

Word Count: 766

A/N: I’ve got the daddy! Jensen feels in a BAD way. Sorry. And honestly I’m avoiding writing OTHER things. So this just kind of came out of NOWHERE when I saw this gif in my inbox. It’s not the best I’ve done lately, but I’m trying to get back in a good writing habit. Suffer with me!

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Thank you anon! AND HECK YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST The rfa boys as dads makes me !! scree !! in love !!

I didn’t reread this to check for mistakes because it’s really late but i will recheck it tomorrow and fix anything that needs fixing!

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Stop Hating Emma Swan

Look yes the ep was ridiculous and Emma was slightly out of character for it.. because no she would never give up on Killian that quickly.. 

but I hate the fact that the fandom is already hating on her and calling her cruel and saying things like “she doesn’t deserve Killian Jones” … umm put yourself in her shoes for a change.. I know it’s hard but give it a try

  • Killian was planning to leave, maybe he changed his mind at the last sec but the point was he was gonna leave without letting anyone know (and yet I haven’t seen ANYONE hating on him for that…wonder why)… if he hadn’t intended to leave this wouldn’t have happened
  • Hell I’ll go one further, if he had TOLD THE TRUTH when it mattered the whole fight would have never happened and they would be happy and together..but no you we all focused on “but she went through his things!! how dare!!
  • They had a huge fucking fight and then he didn’t come home, she waited for hours for him to come home and he didn’t (it doesn’t matter that he was trying to I know that, you know that but Emma doesn’t bc he didn’t even leave a fucking note).. For someone w/ the abandonment issues that she has? It would have been a huge blow.. 
  • She loves him more than anything in this world, hell she went to the UNDERWORLD for him, she let down ALL her walls for him, she was so happy about the idea of marrying the one she loves and it came crashing down in one second. Like this probably reaffirmed every idea she’s had that she’s not worthy, that she can’t have even a bit of happiness because it all goes to hell… 
  • From her point of view, she found out from LEROY of all people that the man she loves left without saying goodbye.. And for everyone saying “she should have known!” I’m sorry the woman is dealing w/ like 30 yrs of abandonment issues and just found out the ONE PERSON who promised would never leave her, actually LEFT her.. How would YOU react? Would you think logically about it? Or just be as heartbroken as Emma was?
  • Yes the putting his things away was shitty writing and mostly there so she’d find the shell.. But hey maybe it was her way of coping? She just knows he left?? So yeah I’d try to put my mind into other things.. I hated the plot and thought it was ooc as fuck but like I said if you’re gonna villanize her for this, you better do the same to killian wanting to leave because they’re along the same lines of shitty writing. 
  • I mean I put more blame on Snow/Regina/Henry, even my deep love Charming for not being like WAIT there’s something off here, because right now Emma is absolutely heartbroken, she’s not thinking straight so no her superpower isn’t working either, everyone else doesn’t have that excuse it’s just shitty writing..  

I know this fandom loves Killian, hell I love Killian Jones more than anything, he’s one of male characters I truly love and understand. But you don’t have to make Emma the villain in order to defend him, both of them were in the wrong and both fucked up.

Just remember if Killian Jones actually saw the things you were saying about Emma Swan he’d be so disappointed in you..

Anger Management

Request:  Can you do a juice imagine where he’s dating a heavier set of a woman but nobody knows about her and she’s from Puerto Rico and one day she’s angry because this person named tig that she doesn’t know has been an asshole to juice and she comes to the TM yelling in Spanish and the chibs calms her down she ask for tig and so chibs goes and gets him and they come out then she starts yelling at tig in Spanish then the rest of the club comes out and juice realizes who it is and tries to stop you but it was to late because you already hit tig and then explains who you are

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been active, I’ve been busy with work that has everyone doing overtime and I’ve been catching up on sleep. Love you guys so much!! By the way: I don’t know spanish so anything translated is gonna be from Google Translate. 

You weren’t expecting to fall in love with a biker. Especially compared to your ex-boyfriends. Although Juan was a huge upgrade to you, because of the fact that you feel like he would be a better partner if you two ever decided to get married in the future. 

One thing you loved the most was the fact that he always considered your thoughts and he was super sweet to the point where you had a sweet tooth when it came to him. So having him come home one night where he was close to having an anxiety attack was shocking. But you thought it was the club, maybe they were in a bad situation. That wasn’t the case. 

After you calmed him down, he explained that one of his ‘brothers’, Tig, had him so stressed out to the point that he felt like he had too much on his shoulders. Tig had doubled his work load at work and with club but adding his job onto Juan’s work load. 

At first, you weren’t going to do anything. But when Juan sent you a text the next day saying that Tig did it again and that he was gonna be late, you felt anger boil underneath your skin. Didn’t help that you got anger issues from your mother. 

Your parents were born in Puerto Rico and moved here two years before you were born, but that doesn’t lessen the fact that you had the fiery attitude of your mother that your father always commented on.

You started to become more angry as you thought about the fact that your Juan was feeling too much pressure. Finally you decided to confront this ‘Tig’ and explain to him that Juan was not going to be his bitch. 

It took about 20 minutes for you to make your way to the Teller-Morrow Automotive. Your car screeched to a halt in front of the bay doors at the garage, making a man that was working on a car straighten up and wipe his hands on a rag. 

You got out of the car and slammed the door and stomped up to the man. The man was in his late forties to early fifties with dark hair with grey streaked in his hair. He had scars running along each cheek and wore a Auto worker shirt with a name on one side of his chest but you were in a rage. You could only stomp your way up to him and ask, “Are you Tig?” Your accent was heavy as you talked to the man. 

The man paused as he opened his mouth and frowned his brow. He didn’t even think he should be answering but he did. “Nah, but aye coul’ get ‘im if ya wan’?” His voice was heavy with a Scottish accent. You breathed a harsh breath through your nose. Not realizing that you switched to Spainish you started to rant. “¡Consiga ese imbécil aquí ahora! Tengo algunas palabras para él! Si él piensa que está bien para estresar a mi Juan fuera aún más de lo que ya era, entonces él tiene otra cosa que viene!” You spoke so fast and the man could barely get anything out of you. ( Get that asshole here now! I have some words for him! If he thinks it’s okay to stress my Juan out even more than he already was, then he has another thing coming!)

In the middle of your rant, he started talking but you weren’t listening. Too much anger was fueling your actions. “Wait! Wait!” When normal volume wasn’t working he placed his hands on your shoulders and raised his voice. “HEY! It’s okay! It’s okay!” Finally you stopped ranting as you placed your hands on your hips. 

Your breathing was speeding up as he spoke soothingly. “I’m gonn’ go get ‘im an’ then I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he turned and walked into the office that was off to the side. You put your hand up to your head and turned to your car and leaned against it. 

Not but 10 minutes later, you heard a voice from the office. “Well, hello there, doll. What can I do for you?” You looked up and watched a tall man with curly black hair and blue eyes come walking out of the office. 

Your body came so over powered with rage that before you even realized what you were doing, you had punched Tig in the nose and arms were wrapped around your waist. 

“¡Hijo de puta! ¡Debería matarte! Si alguna vez piensas en herir a mi hombre de nuevo, te encontraré y enterraré que tus hermanos ni siquiera te encontrarán!” You yelled out at Tig who was sprawled out on the ground. The arms turned out to be Juan as he kept talking in your ear to get you to calm down. (You son of a bitch! I should kill you! If you ever think of hurting my man again, I will find you and bury you were your brothers won’t even find you!)

By now a crowd had formed as other men started to come from out of a warehouse looking building across the lot. 

“Baby, it’s okay. Just calm down, breathe. Come on, just breathe.” Juan kept talking in your ear to calm you down. His arms and words worked as you slumped against him but you still glared at Tig on the ground. 

The other men were laughing at the sight of Tig getting his ass handed to him. 

An older man had walked up to you two as he laughed at the misfortune of Tig. He had grey hair and mustache. Through laughs he spoke, “Juice, who is this chick?” He asked Juan. 

You looked up at the man that was smoking a cigar and said nothing, deciding to let Juan speak. 

“This is my Old Lady, Y/N. We’ve been together for about a year now.” Juice explained to the man. “Y/N, baby, this is Clay. He’s the President of the Club.” He kept his arms around you and just held you to him. 

The man clapped him on the shoulder and shook his head with a grin. 

anonymous asked:

What if I asked for all the heart emojis for terumob ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

oh boy anon youve got a big storm comin

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

Hmmm i think mob would be more publically affectionate actually. Teruki would still lowkey have that ‘i have an image to uphold’ mindset and subtly think showing Genuine Affection = showing Weakness. (subtle hand holding doesnt count tho)

Although mob would be used to going unnoticed that he just doesnt care who sees him kiss teruki in the middle of the park, or would lean on him all the time.

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

Openly its teru, when they’re with people they know of course, he’ll make a big show of flirting with him and all that. Mob is much more subtle

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day?

TERU its always go big or go home for him when it comes to conventional lovey dovey stuff.

ღ:who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

I was gonna say teru, but it’s probably even?? they’d both hold hands A Lot theyre practically attached at the palm.

💕:who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

Neither. saying stuff like that out loud is hard, let alone in front of people.

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

Mob, but he wasn’t quite sure until he got advice from his oh so trustworthy conman father.

💝:who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

Mob is so afraid of messing up when it comes to gifts, like on Teru’s birthday or their anniversary. Teruki always shines and is dazzling in that department that he feels like whatever he gets teru is sub par. (although mob could paint teru’s face on a rock and teruki would put it on a shelf above his bed and keep it forever)

💓:who initiates most physical contact?

Teru at first, mostly because Mob didn’t know how to act in a relationship or what he should even Do, and teruki had at least a Little experience with that. BUt it evened out after a few weeks.

💌:who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

All of teru’s most used emojis are heart emojis that he sends in every single text to Mob.

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

answered that on :p

💙: who is more protective?

Yeah ‘d have to say its Even, since they both know that they can handle themselves in any situation, but neither of them are afraid to swoop in if the other is stuck in an awkward spot.

💚:who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

Teru gets sick more, but mob is always willing to make him some soup or take care of him! Although teru might be slightly better at taking care of mob when he’s sick, since he always seems to know Exactly what would make Mob feel better

💜:who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

It would take a long, long time of either of them to say it tbh. They’re relationship would be very slow and easy going as they figure themselves out along the way. But I like to think mob would say it first, more as a slip up than a huge confession, and theyb both end up being extremely flustered.

💛:who believes in soulmates?

Mob always thought the idea of soulmates was so cute and believed in it in a hopeful way. Teru does as well, but not as much as mob

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Fluff hc! A year or so after they get together, they are chilling out on earth. Alex gets home first AMD realized he misplaced his collar and starts to feel naked. So he takes Thomas's shirt from the day before and ya know its gonna be huge on that lil nugget. Thomas comes home and is like yes. This is a yes who needs a collar on earth when you can wear my clothing? That night its about all Alex can do to get work done from the "grooming" and cuddling Thomas feels compelled to do.


Being married to Taehyung means

A/N: no one requested this but i was thinking about domestic tae and this happened

  • you could get sick and throw up one morning and he’ll convince himself you’re pregnant
  • and before you can even get to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test he already has a blueprint for a crib he’s gonna build
  • he’s terrible about doing the dishes but you’re terrible about cooking so you just share the burden
  • so he makes dinner in the evening before you come home and after you eat you do the dishes
  • and he always wakes up after you so you have to be quiet getting out of bed
  • but then when he finally gets up for breakfast he always has a huge smile on his face and greets you w a “good morning i love you”
  • he will use the bathroom w the door open, that’s just the way it is
  • like he could be in there taking a shower and he’ll leave the door wide open just in case you wanna join
  • but he could also be in there taking a poop and he keeps the door open just in case he needs you to toss him another roll of toilet paper
  • he is absolutely the type where he buys build-it-yourself furniture and insists he can do it without looking at the instructions
  • “tae, it says you have to screw this part in before you can put those two together”
  • “babe, i know what i’m doing”
  • and then he makes a mess and you finally convince him to let you help him
  • he’s also the type to be out with jungkook or jimin or whoever and see something that he knows you’d like
  • and when he goes to buy it he tells the cashier about you
  • “it’s for my wife”
  • “that’s nice sir. cash or credit?”
  • “credit. she really likes these, she taught me about them when i first met her”
  • “that’s nice sir”
  • “she’s really smart”
  • “that’s nice sir”
  • he’s the type to insist on a family bbq day even though he barely knows how to work the grill because it helps you all bond
  • he’s always singing around the house and sometimes you’ll be reading or watching tv or whatever else and he’ll just come up to you and sing to you until you laugh or sing along or kiss him just to shut him up
  • and he thinks every single day with you is a gift and he’s so happy he gets to spend the rest of his life with you

anonymous asked:

Is there anyway to get some TanaYama headcannons

TanaYama is hot honestly~

  • Tanaka shamelessly strolling around shirtless and Yama just stares approvingly at his muscles (its canon honestly)
  • Tanaka likes to whispering “no homo” when they kiss sometimes and Yama gives him the look
  • Tanaka trying to convince Yams to get some sort of piercing or dying his hair and yams is like “I’m not cool enough” BUT HE IS COOL ENOUGH
  • Motorcycle rides, thats important, yams always wears tanakas helmet
  • Tanaka making sure Yams isn’t haven’t a bad day, and picking him up when he is (emotionally and physcially, he picks him up and places him in his lap so he can cuddle and tell him how important he is)
  • Yams is super cheesy and surprises tanaka with picnics and tanaka just goes crazy and just peppers yams face with kisses
  • Yamaguchi always wearing a sundresses and hats and tanaka is flustered af EVERY SINGLE TIME
  • they love slow and quick kisses outside the gym every morning practice
  • Tanaka hears some angelic voice coming from inside his apartment one day when he gets home and hes all like wtf is that, so he explores a bit and finds Yamaguchi in the shower singing
  • Tanaka gives Yams flowers for every single celebration, birthday, christmas, valentines day, HALLOWEEN
  • Tanaka being a huge prankster and his favorite subject to prank is hams and yams always gets super angry at him (putting ice down the back of his shirt, suddenly playing never gonna give you up, etc)
Imagine fighting with Tig and questioning his authority ;)

You were cleaning around the house when you heard a bike pull up out front, not expecting your old man home for hours your heart skipped a beat, you quickly looked out the window letting out a huge breath when you saw it was Tig. He didn’t look happy ‘Ah fuck’ you thought ‘What’s going on now’, he came in and immediately called for you “Babe where you at?” “Back the hall.” you called from one of the spare rooms, coming out to meet him in the hall “You’re home super early.” you said reaching up to kiss him “You’re gonna be pissed and I’m sorry.” he said waiting for your face to drop, he didn’t have to wait long “Alex Trager I swear on everything I love if you try and tell me we have to go on lockdown again I may just kill you.” you were very clearly pissed “I’m sorry, we very quickly got some serious nord problems and you know they don’t play games like the niners do.” “No, Tig, I’m not doing that again. I was just stuck in that clubhouse with like 40 other people for 3 god damn weeks. It’s not happening.” 

You turned away from him and tried to walk away but he grabbed your arm and pulled back hard “Ow Tig, that fucking hurt.” you tried to pull your arm away but he only tightened his grip. His face was an inch from yours “Play tough guy all you want Tig, I’m not going on lockdown again. I have a job and a house to keep, my life can’t stop every time you and the club piss someone off.” you said, your voice shaking slightly “It wasn’t a request. I will not take a chance of anything happening to you, and if you have to live in that clubhouse for a god damn year until I’m sure you will be safe then that is what you will do.” keeping his grip on your arm he led you to the bedroom, he released your arm “Start packing shit you want to take.” you folded your arms over your chest “No.” he walked towards you backing you up against the wall “I told you to pack your shit, you’re going on lockdown, and you will do what you’re told.” he growled “And I said no.” you pushed back gaining a few inches of space. Taking a step he quickly regained that space, looking down at you he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you hard, Tig loved when you pushed back and tested his authority. 

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Pregnancy AU

Rating: T
Words: 1,220
Barryx Iris
Contents: Fluffyfluff, fluff.
Summary: Barry’sbeen given the task of telling Joe his daughter’s pregnant and he’s the one whoknocked her up.
Notes: This was based on a post I saw about Westallen. I thought I liked it but I didn’t and now it’s lost, somewhere on my dash timeline.
Update: I found the post thanks to the lovely talenevertold. The inspiration is from itsstillbeating and this post. (Consider it an embarrassing tale Joe tells the twins when they are of age.)

Iris tells him she’s pregnant when they were watching her favourite program, a vague dramatic portrayal of reality with frequent betrayals and long lost siblings. He’d gone to get the popcorn and when he came back she’d blurted it out over a character’s hysterical screaming. All the oxygen in the air had been sucked out and Barry didn’t think he’d never be able to breathe properly again. He can’t remember much but he does remember it was a rainy day; the soft drizzle had been tapping at the windows as she sat on the couch, legs folded under her, looking nervous and he couldn’t stop picturing her in her final trimester.

And that’s when it had truly hit him. Iris West, the girl of his dreams, is having his child. He’s ashamed to say that he had collapsed onto the couch in shock and awe, turning into a blubbering mess which made a sly opening for Iris to weasel the responsibility of telling Joe onto him.

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So I lost my freezer supply during the hurricane. No big deal. It wasn’t huge.

But Sunday I have to go to work for 2 clients and then come home and feed Karson and then go back a few hours later for 2 more clients because I can’t be gone long when. He still doesn’t take a bottle. Or a sippy cup.

But I’m pumping just in case because he’s teething and sad in general recently.

But I’m not reacting well to the pump anymore. Gonna have to pump like 3 times to get one ounce. 😭

Life is not a fairytale.
You see all these movies and read all these books and keep expecting these grand gestures and amazing experiences to happen to you, and when they don’t, you get disappointed.
He’s not going to stand outside your window with flowers in his hand saying “I miss you baby, please come back.” When you leave him hoping he’ll realize your worth and come back begging, he doesn’t, he just moves on. Your friends are not going to organize some grand surprise for your birthday, or even come meet you because they’re all so busy all the time. There’s never going to be a huge moment of realization when the people you care about finally know how much you love them. If you randomly go off the grid one day, nobody is going to visit you at home to see if you are okay. You are not gonna be able to leave everything behind and say “screw it” and take off on a road trip with strange and unknown people because you care too much. People are not going to be there in your worst times, they’re going to decide that it’s too much for them and run as fast as they can. You just need to stop setting this high bar of expectation because even if you set it really really low, people are going to find a way to slide under it, being careful not to touch it.
Life is not a fairytale.
Life is not a fairytale.
You see all these movies and read all these books and keep expecting these grand gestures and amazing experiences to happen to you, and when they don’t, you get disappointed.
He’s not going to stand outside your window with flowers in his hand saying “I miss you baby, please come back.” When you leave him hoping he’ll realize your worth and come back begging, he doesn’t, he just moves on. Your friends are not going to organize some grand surprise for your birthday, or even come meet you because they’re all so busy all the time. There’s never going to be a huge moment of realization when the people you care about finally know how much you love them. If you randomly go off the grid one day, nobody is going to visit you at home to see if you are okay. You are not gonna be able to leave everything behind and say “screw it” and take off on a road trip with strange and unknown people because you care too much. People are not going to be there in your worst times, they’re going to decide that it’s too much for them and run as fast as they can. You just need to stop setting this high bar of expectation because even if you set it really really low, people are going to find a way to slide under it, being careful not to touch it.
Life is not a fairytale.


It was the dreaded time of the month for you and it seemed like your cramps were the worst they had ever been. You were curled up in bed waiting for Ashton to get home from band practice. You had texted him earlier asking if he could go by the store and pick up some ice cream and crackers since you were out of both. You had a movie playing on the TV and a heating pad on your stomach.

You heard the front door of the apartment open and close a little bit later and heard rustling of plastic bags from the kitchen. Ashton made his presence known by calling out that he was home. You dragged yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Ash,” you said.

“Hey- Hey, go back and get in bed.”

“I’m not sick, Ashton.”

“But I’m gonna take care of you because you don’t feel good. Now go, I’ll be there in a minute,” Ashton said. You smiled at him, sighed a bit, and walked back to your shared bedroom.  You crawled in bed and curled up under the comforter again. Just as Ashton said, he was there a minute later.

“You’re a weirdo, y’know that?” You joked.

“I’m your weirdo,” he replied with a smile. Ashton had made you a mug of hot chocolate just the way you liked it, mini marshmallows topped with whipped cream to the very top of the mug. He also brought your favorite ice cream and two spoons.

He handed you the hot chocolate and you sipped it. When you brought it away from your face, Ashton started giggling. You gave a confused look and he pointed to his nose. You crossed your eyes and saw white on your nose. You smiled and he kissed your nose to get the whipped cream off. You giggled as he pulled away.

When you finished you hot chocolate about 7 minutes later, you put the mug on the side table and curled up with Ashton who was eating ice cream. You grabbed the other spoon and joined him while watching the movie that was playing. You knew you had the best boyfriend on the planet.


It was that time of the month again and you hated it. There was always something that seemed to go wrong. This time it was that you were down to your last pad and you didn’t really prefer tampons unless you had to wear one. 

Luke was still at band rehearsal but you knew he would be done soon so you decided to call him. You dialed his number and waited while it rang. He didn’t pick up so you had to leave a message.

“Luucaaaaassssssss, baby, I need you to call me back pronto. It’s super important, babe. Love you!” you said into the phone, hanging up when you were done. Not even a minute later and your phone rang.

“Hello!” you chirped into the phone.

“Hey, babe, what’d you need?” Luke asked.

“Well this may be a little awkward.. Y’know how it’s that time of month again?”


“Well every month something seems to go wrong because the world obviously hates me and, well, this time it’s that I’m down to my last pad.”

“Don’t you have other.. things?”

“Yes but I don’t like to use them unless absolutely necessary.”

“So you called because..”

“Will you go and get me some more pads on your way home?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, Luke, you do.”

“Fine,” he groaned. “What kind do you get so I don’t get the wrong thing?” You told him what you normally get and then hung up after telling him he was the best and that you loved him.

“I’m home with your lady products,” Luke called out around 30 minutes later after entering your shared apartment.

“Thank you, Luke! Can you just put them in the bathroom?”

“Yeah,” he answered and did as you asked. He came back to the living room where you were a minute later and took off his shoes. You were laying on the couch having a Doctor Who marathon with a blanket over you. Luke smiled down at you and you sat up. “No, no, no, you stay,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You asked. Luke simply sat down on the couch and then pulled his legs up. He put his arms around your waist and pulled you down with him. Now the two of you were laying on the couch, your back to his front.

The blanket was repositioned so it was over both of you. Luke laid with his arm draped over your waist for a while before becoming restless and slipping his hand under your shirt. He started to trace small shapes and words on your stomach. You giggled a little and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

You turned over and were met with a pair of blue eyes. You smiled and pressed a kiss to Luke’s lips. “Wanna know something?” you asked quietly. Luke nodded. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“I know.”

“And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“You better,” you said, giggling. Luke smiled and kissed you.


You were one who never really kept up with when you were supposed to get your period. You just figured it was about to start a little bit after you started to get your symptoms, aka pre-cramps and tiredness. Since you never keep track, you started to wonder when your last one was.

“Hey, Cal, can I ask you something?” you asked Calum when he answered his phone. You called him since he was out for the day with the boys.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, well, it’s a little personal.. Do you remember when I last had my period?”

“Oh, uhm.. I think it was when we went to see my parents and Mali, remember? And you made me go get you ice cream after we left ‘cause you really wanted it.”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. Thanks babe,” you chirped even though you were starting to worry. You hung up a minute later and went to your calendar on your phone. You had marked when you went to see Calum’s family so you’d remember and not make plans for that day. You saw that it was nearly two and a half months ago. “Shit,” you mumbled to yourself.

You slipped on your shoes, grabbed your keys, and made your way to your car. You then drove as quick as you could to the nearest pharmacy. How could you have not noticed? Two and a half months had gone by and you hadn’t realized. You quickly grabbed three pregnancy test boxes, paid, and then went back home.

When you got home, you rushed to the bathroom and quickly read the instructions on the back of the boxes. You took the tests and then set a timer on your phone for 10 minutes. Instead of standing around waiting, you busied yourself with cleaning the apartment.

The time went off and you nervously walked to the bathroom. As you were about to look at them, you heard the front door open and close. You looked at them quickly and ran out to Calum as tears came to your eyes. You jumped into his arms and he held you protectively, not knowing what was going on but seeing tears in your eyes.

“What’s up buttercup?” he asked.

“Remember what I asked you when I called earlier?”

“Yeah, you asked when your last period was.”

“Right. I checked my calendar for the day you said. It was two and a half months ago.”

“That’s a long- wait a minute. Are you trying to say…”

“I’m pregnant, Cal,” you said with a huge smile. “The tests are still in the bathroom. I looked at them right as you got home.”

“We’re gonna be parents.. I’m gonna be a dad.. There’s a little tiny person growing inside of you right now..” Calum mumbled in awe. “I love you so much,” he said, kissing you on the lips. “And I love you too,” he said, crouching down and kissing your belly.


You were on the phone with one of your friends. You had been looking at your calendar to see if anything was coming up when you realized that you were a week late for your period. The first thing was to call her up.

“What do I do?” you asked her.

“Don’t worry too much. You could just be late,” she responded.

“But what if I’m not? What if I’m pregnant?”

“Then you take a test to see. If the test comes back positive, then you’re gonna have to tell Michael.”

“What if he leaves me?”

“What makes you think that he would leave you?”

“We’re only 18 and he’s always gone. I don’t even know if he wants kids, we’ve never talked about it.”

“How would this have happened, though? Don’t you guys use protection?”

“Of course, always!”

“Then you shouldn’t have a reason to be worried.”

“But there was a party we went to a few weeks ago. We both drank quite a bit and when we got home things got a bit heated.. I don’t know if he wore a condom that night or not.”

“Then you have a reason to be worried.”

You got off the phone with your friend a little bit later and put the situation to the back of your mind. You decided that if you didn’t get your period within the next three days you would take a test to see if you were pregnant.


Going back to what you had promised yourself four days earlier, you got in your car and made a quick trip to the nearest drug store. You picked up a few boxes and took them to the counter to check out. After having a quick conversation with the clerk, you made your way back home to take the tests.

You opened the boxes in your bathroom and read the instructions. You followed every direction carefully and then set a timer for the specified amount of time. Instead of pacing back and forth waiting, you went to the kitchen and started to make dinner so that it would be ready when Michael got home.

You were putting the spaghetti noodles in the pot of water when your timer went off in the bathroom. You went to go see the results of the tests when you were done. You walked into the bathroom and made your way to the sink where the tests were waiting to be viewed. You placed your hands on the edge of the sink and took a few deep breaths, preparing yourself for whatever you might find.

You turned one test over. Negative. Two more to go and it could go either way. You turned over the next test. Positive. One more test was left. It was the tie breaker. You turned it over slowly and looked at the result.

You put the tests back in their boxes, washed your hands, and went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. You cooked the ground beef into small meatballs and drained the noodles when they were perfectly cooked. Michael walked in the apartment as you were plating the dinner.

“Hey, babe. Dinner smells amazing,” he said in your ear as he walked up behind you and wrapped an arm around you. You smiled and turned around. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then pulled yourself from him to put the plates on the table.

The two of you made small talk over dinner and when you were done, Michael helped with the dishes. When everything was cleaned up and put away, you went to the living room. You sat down and curled into Michael’s side as he turned on the TV. You cuddled for a bit as your thoughts ran wild.

“Would you ever leave me?” you asked quietly after a while.

“Never ever,” Michael replied.

“Even if I got pregnant while we were still just dating?”

“Would it be my baby?”

“Of course.”

“I still never would, even if it wasn’t my child. How could I leave you alone to raise a child? I wouldn’t be able to do that.” You let a sigh of relief. “Wait why were you asking?”

“I, uh, I was just wondering.”

“No, you weren’t. Something’s wrong. What is it?” Michael asked, muting the TV and turning to look at you. He took your hands in his and you started to play with his fingers.

“I was talking to (Y/F/N) a few days ago and I told her that my period was already a week late. She told me not to worry about it, though.”

“Then what’s bothering you?”

“Remember a couple weeks ago, we went to that party and both drank quite a bit?”


“Did you remember to wear a condom?”

“Shit,” Michael whispered after thinking for a few seconds.

“After I got off the phone with (Y/F/N), I promised myself that if my period didn’t come within three days I would take a pregnancy test.”

“How many days has it been?”

“Four,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands that were intertwined with Michael’s. “I took three tests earlier today while you were gone.”


“One was negative, one was positive,” you murmured, looking Michael in the eye.

“What was the third?” Michael asked. At this, you broke down in body-racking sobs. “Hey, sh sh, don’t cry baby, don’t cry,” Michael said, pulling you into his chest. You grabbed his shirt in your hands and rested your head on his chest.

“W-we’re only e-eight-t-teen, Mikey.”

“So you’re..” Michael trailed off when you nodded your head vigorously. “Hey, I’m not leaving you anytime soon.”

“Tours, Michael. What about then?” You ask, pulling away, tears not coming down your face like they were. “What if I go into labor and you’re on the other side of the world in a different time zone playing a show or sleeping or something? What then? I’ll be alone. My boyfriend, the father of my child, won’t be there to help me through it.”

“You’ll come with us.”

“What if the baby decides to come while you’re doing a show?”

“Then you’ll go to the hospital and we’ll all be there afterwards. I’ll be right there next to you, the others can wait outside, but I’ll be with you the whole time. I’m not gonna make you go through this by yourself.”

“I love you so much, Michael,” you say.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Michael responded, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, both cheeks, and finally your lips.

Wow ok so I got really into Michael’s and that’s why his is super duper enormously long but it also has a lot of dialogue so… 

Anyways, I hope you liked this one!! Feedback is welcomed with open, loving arms here!! 


paranoiaaffair-deactivated20161  asked:

sid/geno #9 or #18 for the smutfest prompts?

i’m so sorry about how long this took me

i’m doing 9. prolonged makeouts because i’ve been wanting to write ace sid for literally forever and this is… essentially 1.6k of fluff instead of the porn you probably wanted. sorry? i’m terrible, i know


So here’s the thing. Sid… doesn’t have sex.

Not because he can’t, okay, he could go out and have sex right now if he wanted to. He could.

He just… doesn’t want to. Hasn’t ever.

It’s not a big deal, okay?

Or, at least, it hasn’t ever been a big deal.


He meets Evgeni Malkin at Mario’s house.

He has long limbs and a shy smile and he doesn’t speak a word of English beyond ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Sid butchers his name and they sit in silence next to each other for the entire meal.

Things go downhill from there.


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