he's not a lost puppy anymore

Mock up the courage

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, just pure fluff. 

A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.

This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.

Actually, it was more like a drawn out whine.

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Pride

Gaston x Reader

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 1381

Warnings: None :)

A/N:This imagine is up much later than we usually post and I am very sorry for that. I was feeling so uninspired and had been doing practice stuff for my AP Physics test all day and kind of put this off. And as I climbed into bed tonight I got extreme inspiration and wrote this. So, I may not wake up on time for school in the morning but this was totally worth it! I love you kids and hope your day/night is fantastic!!!

Request: Hi I love your blog! I saw your post on beauty and the beast and I was hoping that you could write an imagine for Gaston from the live action movie w/ dialogue 4 & 14! If not I completely understand! Thanks love you! -Anon

4: “I know you don’t want to see me anymore but please, just listen.”

14: “Shhhh, I’m hiding!”


To say Gaston was full of himself would be an understatement. The man fully worshipped himself and expected the other villagers to do so to. You couldn’t stand his narcissistic attitude. That was why you avoided him at all costs. Gaston had originally never caught onto this. That was obvious as he followed you around the town square like a lost puppy.

“Now you can stop pretending (Y/N), it’s obvious how attracted you are to me. Just let me come over for dinner.” Gaston smirked.

“Gaston, I have told you thousands of time before, I do not like you. I don’t like you in the slightest! How about you take a hint and realize that this would never work between us! I would rather die a beggar in the streets than marry a vile, self absorbed man like you!” You yelled, causing the many people in town to turn and look at the commotion.

“(Y/N)…” Gaston said in shock, his self confidence completely deteriorating.

The hurt in his eyes were clear, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. You didn’t understand why, but it hurt you to see him in pain.

“Have a good day, Gaston.” You hissed, turning on your heel and marching away from the heartbroken man.

+++

“Ah, (Y/N)!” LeFou exclaimed, slightly confused as to why you were behind a stack of hay in the tavern’s stable.

“Shhhh, I’m hiding!” You hushed him, not wanting him to alert Gaston of where you were.

Since you had completely snapped at Gaston, you had avoided him even more than you had before. You had found new hiding places and were determined to keep them secret from the man. For some reason, the flash of hurt that had crossed his face was etched in your mind. You felt guilty for yelling at him, but were too proud to apologize. Besides, he got what he deserved. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“May I ask why you are hiding?” LeFou asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t want Gaston to find me.” You admitted, knowing that LeFou was a man you could trust and confide in. You had had a close bond with him since the two of you were children.

“Is it because you yelled at him the other day?” LeFou asked, leaning against one of the posts of the stables.

“Yeah…Is it bad that I feel guilty?” You sighed, feeling extremely conflicted with yourself.

“Why would you feel guilty if you hate him?” LeFou replied, a small smirk on his face.

“I do hate him!” You protested, making LeFou roll his eyes.

“You certainly wouldn’t be feeling guilty if you hated him.” LeFou remarked, giving you a knowing look. “If it gives you any consolation, Gaston feels guilty too. He spent the whole night trying to figure out how to prove himself to you. He may seem self conceited, but have you ever thought that it’s just a face he puts on. It’s a wall he uses to keep people out. Maybe if you broke down that wall, you could see the man he really is.”

“I don’t know LeFou…” You trailed off, fidgeting with your hands and clothes as a nervous habit.

“He loves you, (Y/N). Don’t judge him when you haven’t take the time to actually get to know him.” LeFou advised you, smiling gently.

“Thanks LeFou.” You said, letting his words sink in.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” LeFou nodded, before leaving you to your thoughts in the stables.

Talking with LeFou got your mind moving faster. You didn’t even know Gaston personally! Who were you to turn him down constantly and judge him by the remarks of others? Did this excuse him for the terrible things that you knew for a fact he had done in the past? Of course not, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t give him a chance.

You stood up from where you were sitting in the hay and strutted out the door to find Gaston. You needed to apologize for yelling at him in front of everyone in town. Even if doing so hurt your pride.

+++

After looking for Gaston for over two hours you had given up. You knew that he had memorized your usual daily routine so he could find you at any time. With that in mind, you decided to do what you usually did at this time of day, laundry. Hopefully, Gaston would go looking for you like he usually did.

You enjoyed the warm sun on your back as you scrubbed a piece of your clothing. It relaxed your muscles and made you less anxious for Gaston to show up. You thought he would by now, and it was driving you slightly crazy. What made it worse was when a shadow covered the sun from reaching your skin and calming you down.

“(Y/N)…” Gaston said quietly, drawing your attention away from your laundry and to the owner of the shadow that was blocking the sun.

“Gaston….” You breathed out, not really knowing how to start your apology.

“I know you don’t want to see me anymore but please, just listen.” Gaston began, his usual confident aura completely gone.

“I wa-” You tried to cut in before continued his speech.

“Please (Y/N), just let me say this!” Gaston pleaded, waiting for your full attention to be on him. “I know that I am not an ideal man, but who is? I may seem self absorbed and narcissistic, but please believe me when I say I care for so much more than myself. I care about my best friend LeFou and his happiness. I want nothing but the best for him.”

Gaston had paused his speech and looked away from you. His gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips then back up again as he took a slow step closer to you. You were now chest to chest. He brought up a hand to cup your face, his thumb slowly rubbing over your cheekbone. His soft touch made your heart rate quicken and your breath to become short and quick. No one else had ever caused such a reaction from you.

“I care for you (Y/N). Believe me when I say that. I know I am not perfect, but I would go to any length to change myself for you. I love you, (Y/N). I always have! I want you to be happy and if being with me is not that, I understand. I would never want you to be forced into something that would cause you misery. I just wanted you to know that there is more to me than meets the eye.” Gaston paused, letting out a heavy breath that tickled your nose. “I want to ask you once more, to consider me an option in your life. I would like to think that I would bring you extreme joy. If you reject me again, I promise to never bother you again.”

“Gaston…” You whispered, no other words being able to leave your mouth. To say you were in complete shock from him confessing his love for you, was an understatement.

“Yes?” Gaston asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday. I don’t have any right to judge you, I barely know you. I’ve never really giving you a chance, it’s been completely unfair to you.” You said, looking at the floor in embarrassment of your behavior. “I am willing to give you a fair chance now.”

“Thank you!” Gaston grinned, putting his arms tightly around you in a hug.

“I better not regret this.” You laughed, hugging him back.

“I promise that you won’t!” Gaston reassured you, pulling back from the hug and placing a light kiss on your cheek. “Come to my house for dinner tonight. I promise to make you something good.”

“I’ll see you then.” You agreed, watching Gaston walk away from you with a goofy grin on his face.

Smiling to yourself, you fantasized of what the night with Gaston would bring. Who knew that man that you thought you hated could make your heart race faster than it ever had before? It couldn’t be anything else but love.

Want You (Lafayette x Reader)

Word Count: 3,815

Warnings: Swears? (IDK) SMUT LOTS OF SMUTTY THINGS. (im going to hell come join me)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait! My classes have been kicking my butt recently but I’m glad to be back! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT OR WHATEVER YOU WANT! I LOVE TALKING TO YOU GUYS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! I LIVE TO PLEASE YALL SO SEND ME FEEDBACK!

Requests: 
Modern Laf x reader at a high school or college house party with the squad and laf and reader were just really good friends but the gang tries to get them together because they’re like perfect for each other

-Same anon from the modern house party laf x reader here again! btw I will be very okay if it’s a little smut ;)))

Could you do a Lafayette x reader where the reader always flirts with him but he just thinks they’re being friendly so it gets increasingly risqué and finally the reader just gets fed up and is all “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” Not those words exactly of course lol (I did use these word exactly and I’m not sorry. It was too great not to use)

Masterlist

You sat at the desk trying your best not to close your eyes. You leaned on Lafayette’s shoulder and let out a sigh. “Are you tired mon ami?” he questioned still looking up at the professor. You nodded, and Lafayette’s big hand went to caress your cheek. You let out a sigh and sat up once more rubbing at your eyes. You knew it was a bad idea to stay up all night but you had procrastinated on your homework, and instead thought about Lafayette. Your eyes started to droop down when you got elbowed on the side by Alex. You glared over at him only to see him wiggling his eyebrows motioning at you and Lafayette. He knew that you had feelings for Laf, and he was relentless with trying to set you two up. You elbowed him back and turned your head to Lafayette. He was gorgeous, how could you not have feelings for him? You had been flirting with him for the past month but alas, you had gotten nowhere. Either he didn’t like you back, or he was utterly clueless. You were caught staring when Lafayette turned so he was looking at you, he chuckled. “What are you looking at?” he said. “Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the view.” you said winking at him. He laughed it off and returned back to his notes, leaving you defeated once again. You sighed before you turned to your empty notebook and began doodling. You heard Alex stifling his laughter at your rejection but you continued to scribble in your notebook.

The time came when your class was dismissed and you finally felt like you could breathe. You quickly gathered your things and tried to rush out of the class to your apartment when Alex stopped you, Lafayette trailing behind him. “Hey, Y/N. There’s gonna be a party at mine later tonight. You and Laf should come.” he smirked. You internally screamed at his effort, and before you could decline Lafayette replied for you. “That’s fantastic! We’ll be there.” he said moving so he was next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt electricity jolt up your arm at his contact. Alex practically ran out of the room to his next class, leaving you and Lafayette just standing there holding hands. You were the one to tear your hand away. You used it to tuck a hair behind your ear before turning to Lafayette. “So, I guess we have to go to a party?” you laughed. “Come on Y/N. It’ll be fun! Maybe you’ll meet somebody special there…” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “I already have somebody in mind.” You said raising your eyebrow hoping that he would catch on. “It’ll still be fun.” it flew right over his head. You sighed in defeat turning to walk away. “I’ll see you there!” Lafayette said, giving you a half smile. You turned around and felt your heart melt. You gave him a slight wave and walked away with your heart pumping.

You arrived at your apartment to see your roommate sitting at the table. “Hey Y/N” she chirped. You had no idea how she was so happy all the time. “Hey Eliza.” you said heading for the couch for a nap. You face planted into the soft cushion and relaxed against the plush furniture. “You’re going to the party right?” Eliza asked stirring her tea. “Mmhhmm” you muffled, your head still in the cushion. She laughed slightly before walking over to you. “Laf is still not picking up?” She questioned rubbing your back. You moved your head so you weren’t suffocated. Your pout answered her question. “Well, I guess we’ve just gotta show him what he’s missing.” she said. Eliza was the first person to know about your feelings for Laf. She accidentally told Alex, and Alex told everyone, and everybody knew within a few weeks. Everybody but Lafayette. It was frustrating to see him flirt with other girls, other girls flirt with him, and him giving attention to girls. Girls that weren’t you. Your usually flirty nature did not break you out of the friendzone and you had virtually tried everything. Physical contact? Nope. Pickup lines? Nope. Flirty conversation? Nope. Suggestive comments? Nope. Eliza pulled you off the couch and into her room. You groaned, being dragged across the apartment. “Please Eliza. I’ve tried everything. There’s no reason for me to look nice. I just wanna sleep.” you rolled your eyes, before trying to rub the exhaustion out of them. “Nope.” she smiled, popping the P. She dug in her closet before pulling out a black silky fabric. Your eyes widened and she just smirked at you, handing you the dress. Both of you knew what that dress was. It was your “desperate dress”. You guys had bought it as a joke after seeing it on a mannequin but it had come in handy. It brought boys over at the bar like nobody’s business. You and Eliza had promised to use it only in emergency situations. She had worn it once at a party after Alex had cheated on Maria. He came crawling back like a lost puppy after seeing her. You held the dress in your hands, your mouth open. “I don’t know if I wanna go anymore.” you began. “No. no backing out now. We got the dress out.” Eliza replied sharply. “Well… go put it on!” she clapped, pushing you into the bathroom. You resisted slightly before finally being shoved in the bathroom. You slipped out of your sweats and t shirt, leaving you in your underwear. You pulled the dress over your head and it hit mid thigh. It was essentially a lingerie slip, but it was marketed as a dress making it “socially appropriate” to wear out. You looked in the mirror and let out a frustrated groan when your bra straps were clearly visible against the thin string straps of the dress. You shrugged before you unclasped the bra and tore it off. It wasn’t like Laf was even going to notice. You walked out of the bathroom to see Eliza there, eagerly holding a pair of mary jane pumps in one hand and a deep red lipstick in the other. You laughed at her efforts and took the heels and sat on the edge of the bed to strap your feet into them. “There’s no way he’s not going to want you now.” she cheered. You giggled with her. “I hope so.” you said crossing your fingers. She sat you on the floor and pulled out her curling iron. You two sat there while she curled your hair, you didn’t know what you would do without her. “So if he wants to tap that, would you let him?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows. She was so crazy when she was inside. “I dunno…” you mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. Eliza looked at you through the mirror before her eyes widened. “You totally would!” laughed. Your face turned red and you slapped her arm. “Shut uppppp” you said hiding your face in your hands. “Don’t worry girl… Just use protection.” she just couldn’t help herself. You groaned into your hands and just shook your head. After sitting on the floor for 30 minutes she helped you up, and before you could adjust, she dragged you into the bathroom once more. She spent a good chunk of time trying to teach you about makeup while you just stood there clueless. In the end she handed you the tube of deep red lipstick and nodded for you to apply it. You pulled the tube and leaned in to the mirror to apply a precise, bold lip. You leaned out again to be surprised at what you saw. “I…” Eliza looked at you with unsure eyes. “I… I look so hot.” you finished. A look of relief flooded over her face and she nodded in agreement. “Get ready for him to be begging for you.” She smirked and you smirked back in response feeling confident.

You two arrived at the party, and the minute you stepped into Alex’s apartment all the eyes followed you to the dining room where Alex was talking to John, Herc, and Lafayette. “Hey babe.” Alex said, snaking an arm around Eliza’s waist. John and Herc were looking at Eliza and Alex, but Lafayette’s eyes were roaming all over your body the minute you walked over to him. You looked over at Lafayette, feeling his eyes, but when you looked he was looking into his drink. You frowned and moved closer to Eliza. You slowly integrated yourself within the conversation and John and Herc finally looked over at you, only for them to drop like flies. “Holy shit Y/N.” John said, practically drooling. You giggled flirtatiously, slapping his chest. “Oh shut up John. It’s not like you notice me anywhere else.” you said rolling your eyes. “I didn’t know you were so hot.” Herc blurted. You laughed and just shook your head. You looked to where Lafayette was standing, but he was off with a leggy blonde flirting with her. You frowned and turned back to the group slightly disappointed. Alex and Eliza both followed your eyes to Lafayette and were also frowning when you turned your back to him. You slightly sighed before leaning against Eliza, completely hopeless. “Go talk to him” She whispered. You looked at her. “Do I have to?” you questioned like a little kid. She pushed you in his direction and you cursed under your breath before walking over to him, fixing your dress.

“Hey Laf.” you interrupted his conversation with the blonde. She looked at you, unamused but Lafayette turned his attention to you. “Oh hey Y/N. I’ll talk to you later Kelly.” he said to the blonde who walked away giving you the stink eye. “You look hot.” you said adjusting his collar for him. He didn’t even flinch. He just took it like every other girl did this for him. “Thanks Y/N.” he said casually. You let your hand linger on his built chest for a little while longer while looking at him, batting your eyelashes. “I’m hungry. Wanna go see what they have in the kitchen?” He asked killing your vibe. You dropped your hand and followed him into the kitchen utterly defeated. He began to dig in the fridge and you leaned against the counters frustrated. “Laf..” you began. “Hmm?” he questioned, head still in the fridge. “I need to ask you a question.” you said. You were stumped beyond belief and you just needed answers from him. He turned around so he was facing you, his eyes searching your for some kind of sign as to what you were going to say. “do I literally need to be on your dick for you to get that I like you?!” you blurted before you could stop yourself. You shot a hand to your mouth and he looked at you wide eyed before a dark look fell over him. “I dunno mon ami, that would be nice.” he smirked. Your hand fell to your side and you looked at him, shock all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. “Why so quiet Y/N?” he taunted moving closer to you. “Cat’s got your tongue?” he backed you up so your hip was pressed against the counter. “I- “ you tried again but nothing else came out. His mouth was so close to yours and his hands were on both sides of you on the counter. He was the one to initiate as he fiercely pushed his lips onto yours. You immediately kissed back, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Your bliss was cut short when Alex walked into the kitchen. “Hey guy-” he stopped mid sentence when he realized what he had just walked in on. “Oh um sorry. Continue” he said before dashing out. Laf pulled away and looked at you, and you just looked at the floor blushing. “I- I gotta go.” you said before ducking out of Lafayette’s arms and out into the busy crowd that was in the living room. You left Lafayette in the kitchen confused and hurt. You didn’t know why you ran away. Maybe it was because you had only thought of what it would be like to be with him not what the reality would be like. Did you like the thought of him or the real him? You found your way to the small bathroom and locked the door behind you. Your head was spinning and you looked in the mirror. You ran a hand through your hair and counted to 10 breathing in and out to get your heart rate somewhat normal. An abrupt knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Sorry! I’m coming out.” you said pulling the door open and walking out only for you to run straight into a body. You stumbled before a pair of strong arms helped you steady. “Are you alright Y/N.” It was Lafayette. You looked up at him and nodded slightly. “Listen, I’m sorry I was so aggressive. I just. That dress just. I-” he tried, you had never seen him at a loss of words. You smirked before you pulled him into an empty bedroom. It was in that moment you knew. You wanted Lafayette, whether he was just as good in real life as you had imagined in your day dreams you’d have to find out for yourself. But you were willing to take a chance on him.

“What-? Y/N?” he questioned when you locked the door behind you. “I’m going to take you up on that offer” you said walking over to Lafayette who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn’t know what you were talking about until you sat on him, facing him. Your legs straddling him.  You began to slightly grind on him. His hands immediately went to your hips, gripping them tightly helping you move on him. You used your hands to push him back onto the bed so he was lying down. He looked up at you in awe and you began to undo the buttons of his shirt at a rapid pace. You wanted him here, and you wanted him now. “Eager are we.” Lafayette smirked. “Awe babe, you’re gonna regret that.” you shot back now fumbling with his belt. You stripped Lafayette of his pants and underwear leaving him in the nude. You climbed on top of him and began to kiss his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he moaned out while you sucked on the skin of his collarbone. “Then why’d you never say anything.” you said in between sloppy kisses down his abs. “I never thought I could get you.” he shuddered when you got to the base of his length. “Ahh, so you want me?” you teased, your thumb swiped at the tip of his member before you wrapped your hand around it beginning to pump up and down slowly. Lafayette’s eyes closed and he let out a deep groan from his throat. You stopped moving and he shot his eyes open at the lack of pleasure. “So you want me?” you asked you hand stilled around his length. “Oui, I want you.” He said making eye contact with you. You slowly began to move your hand again. “Who?” you taunted again moving a bit faster. “Y-you.” he moaned out. You gradually picked up speed. “Who?” you asked again. “Y/N. You. Y/N” he breathed out, his eyes shut and his head thrown back onto the mattress. You loved the way he said your name, the way it rolled off of his tongue. “That’s right.” you said before you bent down so that your mouth was around his member. You began to suck at the tip lightly before taking all of his length at once causing his leg to jerk in pleasure. “Ooo-ooh Y/N” he moaned at the new sensation. And there it was again, the way he said your name made you more turned on if it was even possible. You continued to suck on his length, making sure his length grazed the rough top of your mouth just to hear him moan your name. You stopped instantly when you felt him twitch inside of your mouth. You gave him one last suck before moving back up so you were face to face with him. “Y/N…” he whined. You took his hand and put it between your legs at the dripping wet fabric. “That’s what you do to me.” you said and he instantly stopped whining, his eyes wide. His hand tore from your heat to the black slip dress you had work to the party. “This dress…” he began. “As much as I love it, I think it’s best it comes off.” he said lifting it above your head. That left you hovering over Lafayette braless, your boobs inches from his face. You could’ve sworn his eyes popped out of his skull. You left him staring at you as you rolled off of the bed making your way to your purse. You made sure to sway your hips a bit more than usual. You pulled out a condom and made your way back over to him, his eyes never left your body. You slipped out of your thong and crawled back onto the bed. He instantly tried to lay you down onto the mattress but you pushed his chest so he was against the silky bedspread. “Not today.” you rasped, leaving Lafayette to look up at you with nothing but love and lust. You tore the condom out of its wrapper carefully before you used your hands to roll it down onto his hard member. You teased him by moving back and forth so that the tip of his dick moved between your folds. Lafayette let out a frustrated groan, involuntarily bucking his hips up at the contact. You lifted your heat from his length. “Y/N Please.” Lafayette moaned. You slightly lowered yourself so that his dick was making contact with your entrance. “What was that?” you were going to drag this out as much as you could. “Y/N. Please. I want you.” He was begging at this point. “Huh?” you questioned before you eased down so that just his tip was inside of you and you pulsed around him. “I want you. I need you. Y/N please.” he practically shouting, the frustration evident in his voice. You slid down his length fully, throwing your head back in pleasure. You stayed for a second getting used to his size before moving. Your knees were pressed to his sides and you began to bounce up and down. You started by moving up just half of his length before going back down, but eventually you pulled away fully before slamming back onto him. “Ohh my god Lafayette.” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest. His hands made their way to your hips and helped you set a steady fast rhythm. “Ah-haa. Y/N” Lafayette shuddered as you slammed back onto him. “Lafayette. I’m- m so so close.” managed to moan out, your legs beginning to shake. At that Lafayette began to thrust upward to meet you. His hands gripped tightly at your hips as he slammed up into you. “I’m gonna… oh my god… please.” now it was your turn to beg to him. “Come on baby. You’re doing so well.” he purred, still slamming into you at a fast speed. He felt you tighten around him and he slammed into you harder, “OH My-” pleasure washed all over you as you began to see white. Lafayette continued to fuck you through your orgasm following not long after. “Y/N, Ahh-hhahhh” he took a shuddering breath before he released into the condom.

You got off of Lafayette allowing him to dispose of the condom before making his way back to the bed only to see that you weren’t there. You stood in the corner getting dressed unsure if you had messed up a perfectly fine friendship because you were sexually frustrated. You stood staring at the corner as you pulled the dress over your shoulders when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You turned around to see Lafayette with a sheepish grin on his face. “Listen I get if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I pushed you into this because I couldn’t contain my sexual desires, and I’m sorry.” you said trying to hide your embarrassment. “Well of course I don’t want to be friends after this.” he said. Your heart fell to the floor and you looked at your bare feet. He used his hands to cup your face so that you would look at him. “I want to be more than friends. And not that friends with benefits bullshit. I want more. I want you Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I told you that.” he said, you blushed remembering what you had made him do and say just minutes ago. “Really? I don’t want you to be with be just because we had sex…” you began. “Non. Never. I want to be with you because you’re a beautiful person Y/N, inside and out.” he said with a crooked smile. “Okay.” you said returning his smile. You both got fixed up and left the party hand in hand. Eliza raised an eyebrow at you when you were leaning into Lafayette’s chest when he was explaining to Alex that he and you had to leave. You just blushed and shook your head. “Ok, you guys can leave. I’m only letting you leave because you guys are together though. This has been months in the making.” Alex sighed patting Lafayette on the back a smirk plastered on his face. He was clearly satisfied to see you two together.

You sat before class leaning into Lafayette’s shoulder. “So what’s our next date going to be?” Lafayette asked. “Hmmm… What about-” you were cut off when a fuming Alex ran into the classroom making a beeline to you and Lafayette. “Hey Alex-” you said worried about his behavior. “Don’t hey Alex me. You two had sex on my bed at the party didn’t you.” He spat, his face red. You turned to Lafayette with wide eyes who looked at you with the same expression before bursting out laughing. “Oh my god that is disgusting.” He said. “On my bed?” “Hey it’s your fault.” Lafayette said wrapping an arm around you. “WHAT? How is this MY fault?” Alex asked. “You’re the one who’s been trying to set us up for months. And like in true Alexander Hamilton fashion you got what you wanted.” he said pressing a kiss on your forehead.

anonymous asked:

I've been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there's a real son why I'm going through these horrible times xx

i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better

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The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn party.

Scott, however, is keen to embrace the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a “sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.

Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.

He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for Halloween.

Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.

Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks if they have to wear costumes.

“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the whole point!”

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Delirious

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, innuendo. 

Originally posted by the-dark-overlord-of-all

Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly. 

There will be a part two! 


“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”

Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.

You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.

“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee

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Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thank you for requesting!! I made this into a semi-song fic because I found a great song for it.

Prompt: “How about something with ether Leo or Donnie where the reader (their crush) goes to school out of state and they return in the summer and surprise the boys. But they’re different somehow (their hair is shorter or their more fit or they gained weight, etc)”

Song: Blackbear - N Y L A

Word count: 1075

Warnings: Sadness

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


“I have a question. So like, when something is suspicious we say ‘Something smells fishy’. Why do we do that? Why is fish-smell suspicious? What did the fish do?” Leonardo looked up at you from his place on the couch, a small, confused smile on his face.

“I’m going to miss you, and your stupidity.” Rolling your eyes, you sat next to him, giving him half of you sandwich and taking a bite of your own.

“I know you will.”

You were going on an exchange program with your school, you were to leave for LA that night, and you weren’t happy about it. Your parents thought it would be good for you, and signed you up for the whole summer with three other people you didn’t even talk to.

You’re in New York / I’m in LA

You looked down at Leo’s sleeping form on your couch, leaning down and kissing his forehead softly. Neither of you were together, but you were best friends. You hadn’t had the heart to wake him up. He’d never been apart from you for so long, especially without anyway to contact you. His phone’s service didn’t really reach that far.

We’re oceans away / I’ll be asleep at the time you’re awake

He didn’t want you to leave. He couldn’t function without you there, his head wasn’t right, and he felt like he wasn’t in control of everything. He’d gotten up from the couch at 1AM, finding the note in your kitchen. ‘I love you, I’ll see you in 3 months.’

He knew there was a way to get out of it; he got Donnie to find out the program online. Leo was hurt that you didn’t even take it into consideration. You just brushed it off.

He wouldn’t stop you; he could tell you wanted to go, even though every time he asked, you denied it, saying you’d rather spend your summer with him.

I know that you’re hurt / But I’ll make it work / I’ll make you stay

He couldn’t make you stay. You left, and the door was still unlocked, the key still in the door. Kissing the note, he went back to the couch, and sat there for a while before getting up and leaving quietly. It was too hard to be in there without you.

I’m in L.A. / You’re in New York

You got to your room in the big house you were staying in. It was like something from a movie, tall ceilings, and big rooms. But it wasn’t New York. It wasn’t your cramped studio apartment with a broken toilet and a bed too big for the tiny bedroom. It wasn’t home. 

I missed you today / So bad that it hurts

You cried into your pillow for God knows how long. You were pretty sure the people you were staying with thought you were crazy. You should’ve woken him up. You should’ve said goodbye. You should’ve done a lot of things. But you didn’t and you were going to regret it for the next 3 months.


My heart it burns, yes it burns / 2800 miles away / And I’ll be asleep by the time you’re awake / So I’m calling to say

He tried calling your cell countless of times, he’d even gotten Donnie to try and broaden the connection, but he could only reach Chicago if he stood on the couch with his hand in the air. Leo tried to keep himself preoccupied, and tried to ignore the searing pain he felt whenever Mikey mentioned you, or Raph asked how you were. Leo didn’t know, and it’d been a whole month. You could be hurt, and you could be sad. Or worse, you could be happy and forgotten all about him.

That’s what hurt the most. The tiny possibility that you were so happy over there that you didn’t care to come back. 

I’ll make you stay / Until that day I’m one plane ride away 

The hair on the ground covered your feet, sticking to them as you paced back and forth in the grand bathroom of this unknown house. You missed him so much it hurt. If it was a week, fine, but it had already been 2 and you couldn’t keep up the happy smiles anymore. You need to be home, in Leonardo’s arms. 

Do you feel the same? / Do you feel the same?

He was a wreck without you, but like you, was too proud to show it. He kept up his confident, serious appearance, but behind closed doors he was a lost puppy, needing a home. His home. He needed you.

Hearing a tap against the wooden door of his room, he hoarsely shouted that he’d be out in a second, wiping away any tears on his face.

He was taking too long; he was stalling. How can he face his brothers again after crying for hours straight? He had his good days, where he would carry on like normal, but then he’d have his really bad days, where all he wants to do it hold you and hear you tell him it’ll be alright.

Another knock, and then another. It became irritating very quickly. Groaning he got up and swung the door open to reveal you. 

I’ll make you stay / Until that day I’m one plane ride away

You were in his arms, on the floor; both of you just holding each other in his doorway.

Your hair was shorter, your makeup was darker and you were a hell of a lot thinner then when he last saw you. You were different, but your hugs weren’t any different, your chin on his shoulder wasn’t any different and your eyes. Your beautiful eyes, still the same color that left. He smiled, and you smiled. And that’s when he kissed you, and you kissed him back.


Title: Don’t be a Snitch (Daughter of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader has big plans to go to a party with Peter, whether her dad Tony likes it or not. 

Word Count: 1535

A/N: HAPPY SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! Did you watch? I was totally here for the GOTG and Stranger Things promos. I literally wrote this all today I’M SO PROUD! It was so so so much fun. I hope you enjoy! 

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The Joker x Reader “How to Make Your Girl Happy”

Once in awhile, the two of you like to go out at night without a special plan in mind and just do whatever you please. Just like tonight. It’s going to be so much fun! Right?…

You hold the broken gold chain in your hand, crying your eyes out while J kisses your other hand, trying to calm you down and drive straight in the same time:

“I’m gonna get you another one, Pumpkin, OK?”

“But you gave this to me for our two year anniversaarrryyyy,” you bawl, upset like never before, looking for a tissue in your purse. “Oh, look, baby, a grenade, “you suddenly stop your mourning, taking it out and showing it to him. “I didn’t even know I had it in here, you think it’s expired?” you wipe your tears, smiling like nothing happened.

“I don’t think they expire, doll,” he winks at you, working his charm on you.

Thank God she got distracted, Mister J thinks, pleased he avoided catastrophe. Must be that…time of the month because you always get really emotional; he really doesn’t want to deal with it but he has no choice.

“Oh, no!” you suddenly gasp, digging in your purse and your bottom lip quivers on the verge of crying again. “Jaaayyyy, I’m out of my gum,” you whimper, staring at him. “I want my gum!”

“Say no more, Daddy will take care of it!” he quickly agrees, really struggling to keep his cool. If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?! He yanks at the steering wheel, going over the curve, hitting two trash cans in the process, almost killing a cat and a pigeon.

He sees the gas station and since it’s so late at night there are no customers. Perfect for what you need. The two of you rush inside with your guns out and the clerk freezes in fear when he recognizes the famous criminals.

“Don’t move or I’ll blow your brains out!” The Joker growls, taking the safety off his purple pistol while you go by the counter and start looking for your gum, and…

“Baaabbby, they don’t have strawberry flavor in the brand I like,” you whine, feeling another wave of imminent tears strolling down your cheeks.
“What?! Why don’t you have strawberry?!”  J raises his voice, alarmed.

“W-we run out s-sir,” the clerk stutters, closing his eyes, thinking he’s going to die tonight. “We have strawberry in o-other brands…”

“I only like this brand!” you interrupt, snorting, wiping your nose with your sleeve while scratching your thigh with your gun.

Good gracious, she’s such a classy woman, your boyfriend thinks, suddenly aroused, really wanting to bite you all over.

“She only likes this brand!!!!” The Joker repeats, getting out of his trance, screaming at the poor guy that trembles like a leaf. “Why are you upsetting my girl, hm? Don’t you know you should have that stuff on hand all the time?”

“S-s-sorry s-sir…”
The Joker pulls the trigger, shooting the guy in his shoulder and he collapses to the ground on the other side of the counter, yelping in pain.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you’d be dead now!” J yells, mad as hell, taking your hand and fastly walking back to the car.

“Stop crying, Princess, we’ll get your gum!” he promises, starting to drive again. He feels so aggravated, but if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

After a few miles he notices a small, lonely convenience store and slams the breaks, sharply turning so he can park.

You both run inside and he keeps the terrified owner at gunpoint while you look through their stash and let out a scream when you see what you need. You grab a paper bag and cram in all the strawberry flavored gum you see in the brand you like and grab one last package, wanting to open it when the date gets your attention.

“Jaaaayyyy, this is expired,” you complain, your quivering bottom lip making him lose it.

“Are you trying to kill my girl?!” he snaps at the man, outraged, mostly because he has to deal with you in this state after you leave the store.

“N-no, n-not at all, I-I don’t know how it happened,” the guy gulps, feeling he’s going to faint soon.

“They’re all expired, baaabyyy,” you frantically go through your bag, tossing each little package one after the other.

“Are you trying to kill your customers?! What kind of place is this? You should be reported to authorities! No, Doll, don’t!” J slaps your hand when you try to actually open the last package because you want your gum badly and it makes you more upset when you drop it. “Let’s go, Y/N, this damn city is trying to kill us tonight,” he pants, backing out and you hold on to his green shirt, following him outside like a lost puppy.

“Hold on, baby,” you sniffle and take the grenade out of your purse, heading back inside and tossing it towards the back of the store, shouting at the clerk:
“This is for trying to kill people!” The explosion blows up the back wall and messes up half a store. You start laughing, suddenly happy, heading back to your car. “I don’t want gum anymore, can we drive to our spot?” you sweetly ask, kissing his shoulder as he starts driving again. You forgot to cry.

Shit, J thinks. Why? Because you usually go to your secret spot on top of the hill to have sex. Since you are…not able to for now, it only means one thing: you will want to cuddle and talk. Your boyfriend takes a deep breath, pretending he’s not panicking. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

Once you get there, you crawl on the hood with him, placing yourself in between his legs so he can hold your waist from behind.

“Ahhh, this is so nice, isn’t it baby?” you giggle, putting your hands on top of his. The Joker is tense but doesn’t want to show it. He hates this kind of crap. “Wow, a falling star! Make a wish!” you get all excited, clapping and he sighs, bored. “Did you make a wish? What did you wish for?” you turn your head so you can see him.

“For Goddamm Gotham to have your stupid gum!” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“No way! Me too!” you get on your knees, turning so you can face him. “What were the odds, baby?” You smile so brightly his sassiness goes down a notch. “You really love me, don’t you?” you bite your lip and he feels his left eye twitching.

“Yeap,” his short answer comes and you don’t give up.

“How much?”

“Ummm, a decent amount I guess,” he growls, uncomfortable, wishing you would change the subject.

“Really?!” you kiss him, astounded. “This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” you get all teary and sentimental.

“I know,” he agrees, beginning to feel kind of nauseated. The things he has to go through to please you. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“Dadddyyyy,” you trace his Jester tattoo, batting your lashes at him.

Oh, hell no, The Joker thinks. You only call him Daddy in bed (which is not the case here) or when you want something he wouldn’t agree with, which is probably the case.
“Yes, Kitten?” he tilts his head, waiting to hear what else it’s going to come out of your mouth next.

“I think we should have a baby, or two or three, but at least two, yes?” you blur out, enthusiastic to the maximum and he starts getting flustered, not expecting such a twist.
“I don’t think so, Pumpkin,” The Joker utters with such a determination you start bawling instantly.

“Why, not, babbbyyy?” you wail, sobbing with your face on his neck like he’s been dead for three months or so. “You think I’m ugly?!”

His hands stop caressing your back because he’s trying to soothe you.

“I don’t think you’re ugly, I think you are a pretty Doll,” he debates, trying to sound as sincere as possible on this one. “You look decent, don’t worry,” he pets your hair and you wipe your tears, grinning at him. Man, he absolutely hates this crap. But if he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

“This is one of the nicest things you ever said to me, Jaaayyy,” you proudly state, swallowing the lump in your throat, feeling blessed your boyfriend likes you so much. “So let’s have kids then,” you switch to your original plan, hoping for a positive outcome.

“No…I really don’t want to…” he makes a comeback, stubborn and determined not to give in.

You gasp so loud it startles him:
“Are you…are you having an affair?”

“Wha’ ?! No, I’m not having an affair,” he immediately defends himself , irked you would think something like that.

“Oh my God, you’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” The crying starts again and you weep on his chest, soiling his favorite Versage shirt with tears and makeup. “Is she prettier, more decent looking than me? You wanna have kids with her and not with me?” you clench your fists on the fabric, heartbroken.

Dammit, why do you have to get like this every month? The Joker thinks, irritated.

“I’m not having an affair, OK?” he lifts your chin up so he can look you in the eyes. All that mascara over your face makes him cringe. “If you don’t stop crying I will really have an affair, got it? I mean it! Stop crying, NOW!!” he requests with a pissed voice and you gulp, suddenly holding your breath so you won’t make a sound because you don’t want him cheating. You feel you need air and he watches quite amused how you struggle to hold your breath, afraid to move. After a few good seconds you give up and start breathing again.
“I’m not crying anymore, all right? “you kiss him, and since you don’t have any tissue, you wipe your nose with your sleeve again and he gropes you, purring.

“I love classy girls, Doll, you’re so classy,” he charges at your cleavage, not being able to control himself anymore and not giving a damn about that mascara all over your cheeks.

You snicker, straddling his lap and just have to say it:

“Jaayyy, come on, let’s have a baby, or two or three, pleaseeee,” you pull his hair and scream when he bites your skin. “Unless you really think I’m ugly,” you bottom lip quivers once more, your happiness going downhill as fast as his enthusiasm for the subject. When he sees the tears rolling down your face he has to get it together with all he’s got in order to muster the words:

“Fine, we’ll have a baby,” he bitterly mumbles, distressed.

If he can’t keep his girl happy, then who will?!

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Finally. - Spencer Reid x Reader

anon request: Yaaaay, I can ask! /happyjpg/ OKAY here I go. Can u write something Reid x Reader where she’s like worried he won’t love her back/like her back bc he’s so smart and everything and she’s just another human being

hey cutie! i combined this with a request from @thosefantasticbeast2: prompts 6 and 14 with Spence.

“No matter how awful you think it is, I promise you, you are not alone.”

“What if I mess up?” - “Don’t worry, you won’t.”

Originally posted by mggandme

Having a crush on a genius was difficult. First, he didn’t really get the hint that you had feelings for him which meant that he wouldn’t ever make the first move. Secondly, you worked together and you didn’t want to complicate things. And lastly, you were sure he’d never want you back. You see, Spencer Reid was something else. Although he was smart he missed social cues and so that made it hard to flirt with him. He was so adorable and you felt like a lost puppy, loving someone who could never possibly love you back.

Yes, love. You loved him. As much as you hated to admit it, your feelings persisted and you just couldn’t bottle them up anymore. One day you’d work up the courage to tell him, but today probably wasn’t that day. He was so smart and extraordinary in every possible way, so why would he want you? You were nothing special in your eyes, just an average person with a limited knowledge of statistics and random facts, unlike him.

“Morning.” you muttered to Spencer as you passed his desk, not even looking at him. He was confused at this attitude - you’d only said one word yet he could feel from that and your body language that you were upset. 

“Hey..” he mumbled this to himself now since you were long gone and already at your own desk, taking things out of your bag and setting them onto the wooden surface. Spencer watched you in curiosity, his head titling slightly to the side as his eyebrows furrowed in wonder.

He looked around the bullpen. It was nearly empty save for the two of you and a few other people who he didn’t know very well, so he stood up from his desk and smoothed down his shirt nervously before approaching you with a hesitant smile.

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The House In the Suburbs

This is a Hotch x reader requested by an awesome anon where Hotch kept his relationship with you a secret from the team because he wanted to see where it went then about a year or two later, hotch, jack, and you, are moving into a house in the suburbs and when Hotch is submitting the change in address to update his file Garcia notices and notifies the rest of the team, leading Hotch to confess the relationship and invite the team over for a barbecue to meet you. This one ended up being kinda long, but I actually really like it and I hope you guys do, too! Please enjoy! :)

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks


“Why do you refuse to tell them about our relationship, Hotch?” You barked, “I know that they’re like family to you!”

“Y/n,” Your boyfriend warned you, his voice low. He could feel the heated argument hurtling toward him, like an eager grenade clip barely hanging on.

You took a deep breath, steadying your heart rate for a moment, “Do you not think we’re going to last? Is that it?” You were hurt and confused, red in the face, doing all that you could to control your rampant anger at your boyfriend.

“I don’t think that at all,” Hotch took a number of large steps toward you. You could tell he was tempted to wrap his arms around your shoulders, but the anger still emanating from you warned him to do otherwise, “Y/n, I really like us. And that’s it right there. I don’t want us to be us and six other people- just us,”

You thought for a moment and Hotch could physically see you softening at his words. He laughed a little under his breath, “Us and Jack of course if that’s alright,”

“Are you kidding!” You couldn’t hide your smile anymore as your anger evaporated, “Jack is literally the best kid in the world!”

“Well,” Hotch chuckled, finally allowing his palms to settle around you, “Then I don’t see a problem here,” And with that, he pressed a kiss to your lips, the argument from mere moments before completely vanished from all mediums around.


“Hotch, babe, do you know if I have any more pairs of socks here?” You called from your boyfriend’s bedroom. It had been over a year since the long-ago fight.

He boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom, still-foamy toothbrush stuck into his palm like a wand, “What?” Hotch thought aloud, “I don’t think so,”

You groaned loudly, “It’s so difficult to have stuff in two different houses! I never know what I have at one and not at the other,” You resigned to stealing one of Hotch’s warm pairs of socks that were three times too big for your feet but would make do.

“Well, why don’t we just get a house together?” Hotch shrugged as if the suggestion was the most natural, easy thing to say in the entire world.

“What did you just say?” You looked up at Hotch in shock, eyes wide in surprise, only one sock slipped loosely onto your feet. His notion was flooded with such excited, crazy spotaneity, it threw you off your feet.

“Let’s sell our places and find one for just us,” Hotch was smirking, enjoying the thought of his own idea. It was rather romantic of him, so spontaneous yet so earnest and meditated.

You were frozen, still in shock. How could such a life-changing idea be uttered with such impossible nonchalance? Hotch was getting uneasy at your lack of response, but within another moment, your face burst into a gargantuan smile. Leaping off the bed, ignoring the cold feeling of the hard wood slapping the bottom of your sock-less foot, you wrapped your arms around Hotch, pressing your lips to his in another fateful kiss. When you pulled away, you were smiling like the Chesire cat.

“What do you say we start house hunting?” Hotch laughed

“I’ll go get my laptop!” You squealed in excitement, jutting out of the room like a train on fire. Hotch’s laughter at your enthusiasm drifted into the hallway. You could hear him finally putting his toothbrush away as you returned.


“Garcia?” Hotch knocked on the technical analyst’s door, pulling it open and entering, “Do you have access to my personal file? I need to update it,”

“Of course, boss man,” Garcia smiled, hot pink lipstick pulling apart to reveal an ivory set of sunshine. She turned to her computer, typing away momentarily before the printer in the corner of her office spurred to life, coughing up his personal file, “Make the changes on that paper then send it to HR, sir,”

“Thanks, Garcia,” Hotch said, marking the paper against her desk.

“Sir, do you mind if I ask you what exactly you’re changing?”

“My address.”

“I didn’t know you were moving!” Garcia cheered, “How exciting! Is Jack thrilled about the whole thing?” She twirled a dancing purple pen between her fingers, feeling the soft ball of fluff perched on the end brush softly against her fingertips.

“Oh yeah, Jack is ecstatic about the whole thing. Of course he’s hesitant about having a woman in the house again,” Hotch answered distractedly, focused on writing the correct words and numbers on the paper.

Hotch didn’t notice the way Garcia’s jaw completely dropped all the way to the floor, revealing a cavern of awe between the fuschia paint of her lips. She had to shake herself out of her astonished trance. Hotch hadn’t even noticed.

“Hold up, please,” Garcia stopped him from writing any farther, leaning forward and snatching the pen right out of Hotch’s hand.

“Garcia! What are you doing?”

“What woman are you moving in with?” The vibrant blonde questioned. When it came to the personal lives of her friends, Garcia’s interrogation skills rivaled that of the BAU’s. The technical analyst’s bright orange floral sweater combated the stern line that consumed her now-unsmiling lips, a curious eyebrow raised.

Hotch backtracked in his mind, flushing white, “My girlfriend,” He answered, accepting his route of no escape from his allied cohort, “We’ve been keeping the relationship to ourselves for awhile. Less pressure and all that. Please, don’t tell the rest of the team, Garcia,” Hotch practically begged.

She leapt from her seat, “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Garcia shook her head, rising to Hotch’s height with the aid of her much-too-high heels, “Hotch, you know me, there’s no way I can keep a secret like this!”

“Can you at least try?” Hotch pleaded with her, “I don’t think we’re ready to have the rest of the team know about our relationship yet,”

“I’ll try,” Penelope emphasized the pivotal word, drawing it out so that he would remember that she had used it, “But I can’t make any promises. You know how antsy I get when people tell me secrets!”


Okay, so maybe Hotch really shouldn’t trust Garcia with secrets. Nobody should. It took one single day for Garcia to spill the news about Hotch’s secret to the rest of the team. 

“Hotch, I’m so sorry,” Garcia rushed into his office nearly out of breath. She panted the words without context.

“What?”

“Forgive me?” The technical analyst cringed at her own words. She still hadn’t confirmed why exactly she was apologizing to her boss. But she didn’t need to because a mere moment later, in walked the exact reason itself. The team.

“So, Aaron,” David smirked, leaning nonchalantly against a bookcase, “We hear you have a girlfriend,”

“Yeah, when can we meet her?” Emily added, getting straight to the point

They were all smirking. Why did they have to be smirking?!

Garcia looked like a puppy that had been kicked. There was no way he wasn’t going to forgive her, but still he couldn’t help but feel helpless as his mind grappled for an answer. Hotch finally opted for an easy sigh, looking wordlessly up at them.

“Oh, come on Hotch! You have to let us meet her!” JJ pleaded. Spencer chimed in in agreement a moment later. Even Spencer was desperate to meet their his girlfriend. There was no way he could keep this contained anymore. No way. All hope was lost. Abort mission.

Hotch sighed again, “Alright, why don’t you guys come over to our new place on Sunday? We’ll have a barbecue and you guys can meet her. JJ, you can bring the kids,”

“There ya’ go,” Morgan smiled, patting his boss on the back, “Now was that so hard?” He laughed.

The agents all filed out in one globular mess of a mob, like a clique of raucous rabbits. Garcia stayed behind, wringing the rows of rainbow bracelets climbing up her arms.

“Sir?” She asked hesitantly, “I’m sorry for telling them. I know how much you wanted to keep it a secret. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll tell you one of secrets then you can tell them! No, I’ll babysit Jack for a whole day! Actually, I’ve been told I’m not very good at babysitting… How about I-”

Hotch caught her off with a laugh and a wave of his hand, “It’s fine, Garcia. Really. It was only a matter of time until you guys found out anyway. If you want to do something to make it up to me, then you can show up at the barbecue on Sunday, how does that sound?”

Garcia’s lips exploded once again, “I’m very excited to meet her, sir,”

And with that, Garcia scurried out of the unit chief’s office without another word.


The barbecue. The day had finally arrived and the freshly painted house buried deep in the suburbs was buzzing with palpable excitement. Jack couldn’t wait for all of his favorite people to visit, overjoyed to see Uncle Spencer and Uncle Dave and Henry once again. The adults on the other hand (you especially) were incredibly nervous. 

All morning you were fidgety and anxious, wracked with never ending nerves. Hotch did what he could to comfort you, reassure you that these people were going to adore you, but you could tell that deep, deep down, he was just a little nervous, too.

The sound of the doorbell startled you to attention, and you anxiously followed your boyfriend to the door. As the door swung open, you were met with the sight of a bustling group of seven adults, two bustling kids that must have belonged to JJ trailing behind with laughs mounting jubilantly across their faces before they disappeared into the backyard in search of Jack.

Introductions were made and it became fretfully obvious that these people were nothing if not welcoming, if not friendly. Especially Garcia. Instead of a polite hand shake, the enthusiastic woman opted for an energetic hug, wrapping her arms around you in exuberant welcome.

“I’m Penelope, it is so nice to meet you,” The vibrantly robed woman gushed

“Oh, you, too, Penelope,” You smiled back warmly, rapidly feeling more and more comfortable in the presence of your boyfriend’s team.

“What do you say we take this outside?” Hotch suggestion, his arm wrapped naturally around your waist after several minutes of casual small talk.

Laughs and smiles filled the warm afternoon under the smiling golden sun. The kids laughed and played while the adults had their own fun, chit chatting easily the entire afternoon, seizing their rare opportunity for a stress-less day without work.

Garcia and Hotch barely left your side. Garcia, eager to learn all about you and seemingly become best of friends, and Hotch simply never wanting to leave your side. The food was delicious, a scrumptious summer treat on tired tongues fatigued from laughter, yet another embellishment of the increasingly delightful day.

As the food sitting on dinner plates began to disappear, Jack tried to capture your attention, waving his hands in the air from a couple seats down the table. After a moment of zero acknowledgement, Jack said rather loudly across the table, “Mom!”

And just like that, you felt everybody freeze around you, Hotch’s muscles tensed up as if the muscles themselves were additional bones. Garcia’s sharp intake of breath on your other side was painfully audible. You knew about what had happened to Jack’s mother, what had happened to Hotch’s ex-wife. It was awful, a trauma that would forever change Hotch and his son and everybody around them in so many infinite ways. The name that Jack called you could have scared you, could have changed everything, but it was Jack for Pete’s sake, so you turned to him with a muted smile, eyes soft, “Yeah, Jack?”

You slowly felt everybody around you let out a breath. Hotch’s arm tightened around your waist in a different way this time. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Thank you,” He whispered subtly to you as chatter resumed. And once again, all was good.

After awhile, Hotch filtered away to work at the grill to finish cooking off the last of the patties simultaneously chatting with Dave, matching beers in hand. You, Garcia, and Spencer, had ventured into the grassy abyss of the delightful backyard to join the boys in their game, running wildly and falling about in the dewy wonderland of afternoon joy.

“I like this one, Aaron,” Rossi commented, watching as you tumbled to the ground with Jack, Garcia plunging down along with the two of you moments later, “Would’ve liked to meet her earlier but…. she’s still a keeper,”

Hotch couldn’t hid the smile that reached his lips even as he brought his drink up to his mouth, “Yeah,” He said happily, watching you from the homely backyard the two of you now shared together, “I know,”

KBTBB - Bidders Finding Divorce Papers Left By MC (Mamoru)

The divorce papers series continues! lol. Hope you like Mamoru’s part!

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      You were his wife. Not his maid, not just his housemate, not his personal chef. You were with him for more than to keep him company. You thought he knew and agreed to that. He said so the day you both said “I do.” But he didn’t seem to enforce it. Affection took a back seat to sleep, conversations turned to mostly about meals and work and the like, dates became less and less frequent, even sex seemed to happen less often. You had a talk with Mamoru and things picked up…for a little while. Then the same routine resumed.

      Completely neglected, you moped around like a lost puppy for weeks. Too long. Much too long. You couldn’t do it anymore. It appeared to be a loveless marriage on Mamoru’s part. When he called you ‘sweetheart’, it no longer spurred inside you those loving emotions that it used to. It became simply another word for ______…just like 'kid’. It was too heartbreaking for you. So you did what needed to be done.

      He slung his jacket over the chair and trudged over to the couch, which was probably his favorite spot in the house. He clicked the television on. A few minutes went by before he realized something was missing. You hadn’t greeted him when he walked in, and the usual sounds of your presence had gone silent. No shuffling of feet, no humming, nothing.

      “Kid?” He called. When there was no answer, his eyebrows furrowed. You should be home.

      He began to walk through the home, as he neared the kitchen, a certain smell caught his senses. Soba. His favorite. On the counter sat a bowl of the steaming dish. A smile crossed Mamoru’s lips upon seeing it. As he neared, the detective noticed what was placed beside it; a small stack of papers. Once again, his eyebrows furrowed. He hesitantly took the papers in hand and scanned over them.

      It was like his heart had stopped. It hit him like a ton of bricks. His mind raced, barely able to process all the thoughts and emotions. He knew he had been ignoring you lately, and he knew he needed to change that, but he didn’t expect this. You had left him. You were gone. Sorrow took up almost all the space inside him.

      Why didn’t he pay attention? Why didn’t he appreciate you more? He should’ve showered you with affection, but that was replaced by laziness, and it cost him everything. Everything he held dear. The closest one to his heart. The love of his life. The person he would choose over anything else. His sweetheart.

      Mamoru sunk to the floor. The hard tile was cold and hurt to lay on, but that didn’t sway him to move. He felt like he deserved it. He deserved the pain. It would let him experience the pain you went through while bearing with him. Large hands clenched into fists, facial features scrunched up in a display of some kind of torture.

      “______…” The detective whispered. How he longed to take you into his arms, feel your warmth around him again. He wanted to hold you and whisper the most sincere apology ever spoken into your ear. But his arms were empty, just like his heart was without you.

      “If I could take it all back, I would. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Just come back” His tearful apology fell upon deaf ears. You wouldn’t come back. It killed him, but he knew he had brought it upon himself. Now, the most important person in his life, whom he loved more than he ever thought possible, was gone. And she took his heart, no, his everything with her.

      “I love you, ______” If only he had said that more. He wanted to hear those three words from your lips once more time. But all he had right now was the note on the countertop that he didn’t see.

      'I love you, Mamoru. I’m sorry’

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“...Company Tonight.”

Requested by an anon. OML my headass got blinded by Minsik’s grill instead of the flashing light. Ion even know wtf is wrong with me.

Originally posted by streetrapshit

Lee Gwang Min, your older brother, your best friend, your partner in crime, your role model, your everything. You looked up to your brother for everything. You went to him for advice. You parents always saw your friendship with your brother as trouble, always! 

You only cared and listened to what he had to say. He’d give you his honest opinion on everything and you accepted that. And that’s one reason you loved him. He could never tell a lie, he was always so honest, even if it was hurtful he’d not give a fuck and tell you anyways. 

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Move On

Word Count: 1363

Player: Andre Burakovsky (Washington Capitals)

Warning/s: sad? Part 2

This is a repost of my own work!

Originally posted by th3littlemermaid14

“We should really go.”, your friend suddenly yelled. 

The loud music of the club was muffling her words, but you understood them, making you frown in confusion.

“Why?”, you yelled back. 

She discreetly pointed at something on the other end of the club, right next to the entrance. What you saw made your knees weak and you were sure that you would pass out.
The Capitals were in their usual spot. They must’ve entered as you had ordered another glass of water. You didn’t drink at all, but what you saw made you want to drink a whole round of shots all by yourself. There he was, formerly your boyfriend of one year, now Ex-Boyfriend. You had broken up one and a half months ago. And he was with his new girlfriend that he had for about a week.
A year, and he replaced you during six weeks. And you had to find out from one of your shared friends.

To be fair, Braden didn’t want to spill the beans. He had said it by accident after he texted you. You had asked if he was hanging out with his boys. Braden had replied that, yes, he was hanging out with his boys although everyone was basically snogging with their girlfriend.

It was like breaking your heart all over again. But he was a free human being, there’s nothing you could say or do that could be right. He was free to live his own life. Make his own decisions. Replace his ex whenever he wants.
Braden, of course, had apologized - upon realizing what he did - although it wasn’t his fault. He was just the one to bring the news. But you were quick to end the texting, going back to bury yourself in your bed.

What were you supposed to do? You loved him. You still did. But he seemed to be fine while you were just trying not to freak out.
Andre Burakovsky had crushed you and now, after finally feeling able to go out again, he was there to remind you of that.

Your breakup had been weird. Everything was fine until it wasn’t. None of you fell out of love, you were both still very in love with each other. It just became a regular thing that he would get pissed because of small things and it would turn into a big argument. Both of you knew that something had to be done, but you didn’t think that he would just call it quit.

The blonde girl with him had a name you couldn’t remember. Something long and complicated. All you knew was that everyone called her Ria and that Andre was very present on her social media accounts.
Your friend was still trying to get your attention, looking at you. She knew what you were feeling. She had been the one to drag you out of your house and now she was feeling guilty.

“Let’s go and watch a movie instead.”, she proposed, rubbing your arm.

You peeled your eyes off Andre, who hadn’t noticed you and looked at her directly.

“I- I don’t think I can just pass them. What if they recognize me?”, you asked with horror in your eyes. 

You felt your lungs give out. Something was wrong. Your hands started shaking and you couldn’t breathe. Were you really having a panic attack at the thought of passing him? What had happened to you? How could he have so much control over you?

“It’s okay. We can wait a little longer. I’m gonna pay the drinks.”

Your best friend waved her hand at the bartender while you turned to look at Andre instead. His girlfriend was all smiley and happy, dancing next to him with a different girl you didn’t know. Andre himself was leaning against the wall, his eyes flashing from Ria to his friends and into the masses. He was looking around, as you quickly looked at your friend who put her money back into her purse. 

You looked up again and completely froze.

Your heart was going to bail on you. Andre was already looking at you when you looked up, locking eyes with him. He looked surprised to see you there and he didn’t look happy. Not at all. Instead, his smile fell but neither of you had the power to look away. Your breathing problems got worse, your breath got stuck in your throat. Everything you felt was bad. Sadness, disappointment, and helplessness.

You closed your eyes before you turned your head to your friend that was already watching you.

“You’re right. Let’s go right now.”, you mumbled.

She nodded at you before she started to walk in front of you. You followed her like a lost puppy, just wanting to reach the door and get out of there. Your hands were still shaking although you were already scolding yourself.

What were you even doing? You broke up! He moved on so why couldn’t you? You might be sad because you loved him but you didn’t have the right to feel like that. You had to give him up! Let it go! Both, you and Andre had basically still been teenagers when you met. You weren’t kids anymore, you had to accept that and let him go. But why was letting him go so much harder than letting him in? 

Andre had his eyes on you the whole time you made your way through the club. The friends that had spotted you turned to tell him you were there, but as soon as they saw his gaze that was fixed on you, they turned back, giving him an assuring smile.
You had reached the door, practically fighting for air with every breath.

“Y/n?”, you heard someone behind you ask.

Oh god, was he trying to make this extra hard on you? You stopped dead in your tracks with your friend continuing to walk so she could give the two of you some space.

“Hey.”, you said quietly, turning around to face him. 

There was a distance between the two of you that had never been there. You wanted to reach out, hug him, kiss him. But you couldn’t.

Damn it, let go! You basically screamed at yourself, repeating it like a screamed mantra.
Let go! Let him go! Just let go!

“Hey.”, he greeted back although he had initiated the conversation.

“Leaving already?.”, he added.

“Uh yeah, we’re gonna watch a movie.”, you questioned, keeping your face neutral.

“Please don’t leave because of me.”

Your lips parted and you opened your mouth to say what he wanted to hear. But as you closed it again and cleared your throat there was this new feeling inside of you. Maybe you weren’t as broken as you thought. Just maybe you would be able to stop crying because of Andre.
You opened your mouth again, but before you could say anything he interrupted you.

“I’m sorry. I knew it was your favorite club. I shouldn’t have brought Ria here. That was a stupid idea.”

“It’s fine. You like that club too and it’s not like I’m the owner. It’s your choice wherever you go.”, you muttered.

Uncomfortable silence washed over the two of you. You were watching the ground as he was watching you, both not knowing what to say.
You were going to be fine. It might hurt like hell but you could do it. Just a few more minutes.

“Listen, Andre. It’s actually more than fine. I meant to say congrats, on the new girlfriend. As much as I hate it that we didn’t work out, I hope that you’re better with her.”, you mumbled.

You were pretty good at telling little lies to random friends, but even you couldn’t say these words without a pained expression. And he saw it, you knew he did. Because it was mirroring his own expression as you turned around and walked away, tears spilling over your cheeks.

Still Alive to the Sound of Your Waves (LeoJi)

(Companion fic to @magical-mistral‘s Guang-Hong merman fanart!)

Oh lord, everything on the earth has music inside.
Hey, I can feel my heart beat, waving like the ocean.
We live [we live] in the circle of life.

Leo heaved a deep sigh as he listened deeply into the song he ultimately decided to go with for his short program. He listened to each rhythm and beat, tapping his foot slowly on the soft sand along the beach. The sky held a soft gray overcast above him. He absentmindedly kicked a piece of rock along the way.

Leo knew he should be on the ice, not strolling around on the beach. Skate America was in a little under two weeks and he still hasn’t clicked his skating with the music right. Before he knew it he found himself at an almost deserted beach near his uncle’s shack listening to the sound of waves and sea gulls blend in with his music.

His footsteps immediately froze as he saw something-no, someone lying ahead unconscious on the beach.

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Little Sister [8]

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, sister!reader, Jessica Moore.

Words: 2770

[Character death, Angst, Fluff]

Tags: @annabethgranger123 @cookee50 @pizzarollpatrol @waywardbaby97 

A/N: This series has about 17,000 words by now, so congrats, you’ve read a novelette haha. But thanks guys, for sticking with me through this! I never thought it was going to turn out to be such a long series, the idea literally just started with some random inspiration. Again, thank you for all the nice comments <3

So, here you go: the last part of Little Sister!

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Your name: submit What is this?

You didn’t only stir in your sleep while Sam was by your side, you actually started waking up. And merely seconds after he left, you opened your tired eyes, and you instantly knew, deep inside that something was different. You didn’t say anything, you were still in a state between being awake and asleep. However, you soon started feeling very weird. Really uncomfortable actually. It felt like your skin, your bones were crawling, and you started to get nauseous, your head spinning.

You tried getting out of the sofa, but you couldn’t. Just as you let out a whimper, less than 10 seconds after it started, all symptoms stopped, and now you felt like you were being strangled instead. Quickly sitting up, after whatever had left you feeling momentarily paralyzed had passed, you tugged at whatever was tight around your throat. You fumbled with controlling your limbs, and that’s when you realized it; you were back to normal. You weren’t 3 years old, and neither 5. You were 22 again. A jolt of happiness and relief erupted in your stomach, and you had to stop yourself last second before letting out a squeal because you realized that it was in the middle of the night, Jess was sleeping and probably Sam too, and well you were still stuck in what you understood was your pajama top.

After a rushed and embarrassing struggle you got the small top off, and you could pull the sweatshirt — your sweatshirt — over your head, and the bliss only grew. It felt so great to be back, you couldn’t wait to speak to Jess and Sam in the morning. You knew you should also probably take that moment to apologize for everything, as you remembered it all perfectly clear.

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how to tell seventeen apart
  • S. Coups: the one that everyone walks away from bc of his grossness
  • Jeonghan: has prettier hair than you
  • Joshua: cat eyes and is probably saying really gro$s stuff in English
  • Jun: the sexy one who is probably clinging onto the other Chinese member
  • Hoshi: the really loud one always trying to get in front of a camera
  • Wonwoo: the one that looks emo and is emo
  • Woozi: the short and cute one, probably cringing or giving death stares
  • DK: the one either singing beautifully or screaming there is no in-between
  • Mingyu: the tall one that looks like a lost puppy unless he's next to the emo one
  • The8: the cute one constantly being attacked with aegyo by the sexy one
  • Seungkwan: cheek bones and complaining
  • Vernon: appears to be an angel, but is actually a meme (don't let his looks deceive you)
  • Dino: who fucking knows with this kid anymore puberty is hitting him like a storm