don’t ever remember my dad being normal. He was always a little
strange. The man was secretive and closed off, and all his attempts at
acting like a father rose the hairs on the back of my neck. It seemed
forced. I don’t think I ever got used to that. There was no need,
because he didn’t keep that up for long. By the time I was 5, I didn’t
have a dad. What I had after that was a boss. Maybe an owner. Definitely
not a dad.
He fully opened up as a person around that time. He brought a little
girl into our home. She was small, but she was older than myself, too.
Maybe 7 or 8. Her face was red and raw with tears. “Sam, this is your
new little sister, Maria.” Before I could react, she spoke up between
small sobs. “No, mister. I don’t know you. My name is Claire. Please
take me home to my mommy, I promise that I won’t tell.” By the time she
finished what she was saying, she was barely forming coherent sentences.
That’s when I saw my Dad stop being my dad. With one fluid motion, he
swung his arm, hitting her in the face and knocking her back on her ass.
I jumped up, too afraid and confused to do much of anything, but
still frightened nonetheless. I was young, but I’d seen enough
television to know that normal families didn’t do these things. “Sam,
you sit your ass down or I’ll put you in the ground, you hear me?” Thus
marked the loss of my father. Later, as I listened to the quiet cries of
the girl, now locked in the room next to mine, he sat me down and
explained that he wasn’t my father. He told me things a 5 year old
should never hear. My life changed forever. I was a mistake.
The little girl was with us for a while. My dad left me at home while
he went to the mall, buying all kinds of nice things for Maria. Claire.
Whatever. He probably blew $500. The weeks afterward were strange,
disgusting, and violent all at the same time. At the best, she would
play along with his games and he would be happy. At the worst, I would
have to listen to her screams as he did unspeakable things to her in the
next room. After, when the screaming would stop, he would come to me
and give me the same speech.
“This happens because you aren’t right, you understand? You should
have been born a girl. We wouldn’t have to do this. She’s going to die
someday because you’re trash.” He would walk to the door and finish with
“Remember, Sam. No one out in that world will ever love you. If you try
to leave, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”
Maria died about three months after my dad took her. This day wasn’t
her first attempt at escape, but instead it was her last. Truly, I do
not know if my father meant to kill her or not. He became consumed in
his rage and I fought back tears as he continued to hit her and hit her,
over and over again. Her little light went out as she choked on blood,
gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She was buried in our back yard,
right next to the playset that my father bought a year before. After
that, he became nervous to the point where he packed me up and we
started off on the road.
We lived like that for years. Sometimes, we’d live somewhere as long
as a year, but that was the extent of it. On a good year, he’d take two
or three girls without so much as a second look. People didn’t
necessarily suspect him, though. He was a psycho, but the man was smart
too. He would falsify documents and references, getting himself jobs as
close to children as possible. I remember, one time, he was hired on to
be an ice cream truck driver. He snatched up a little girl he called
Gloria right in front of her house. He somehow managed to finish his
route, too. She only lasted two months.
Requested: Could you possible do a Stiles imagine where you two are dating and get into a bit of a fight. You then leave the house because you are both angry and need to cool off. Later you feel extremely guilty so you go over to apologise but he’s still angry and yells at you or something. He might go to run his hand through his hair or something, but you physically flinch because he was so angry. He then realises you thought he was going to hit you and is really sorry and makes it up to you with fluff!
Summary: (Y/N) and Stiles get in a fight about Stiles’ lack of presence and other things. She leaves and when she comes back to apologise she flinches at Stiles’ movement causing him to externalise everything he has been feeling for the past month.
“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten.” I giggled.
“Wow, let me down easy why don’t you.” Stiles muttered as he sits down digging into his ‘creation’.
“Hey, babe, what’s up? You’ve been really jumpy and kinda moody recently.” I say worried.
“I’m just sick of being under appreciated. I tried to cook you a nice meal but of course its not good enough. The only person that understands me right now is Lydia.” My eyes widen and I give him a sarcastic look.
“Well, sorry I can’t be more like Lydia”my voice drips with sarcasm.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles glares at me.
“Oh, nothing. Just wish I could be more like you’re beloved Lydia. Maybe then you’d actually show some interest in me.”
“Interest? Are you kidding me?” Stiles sarcastically laughs.
“Yes, interest. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks! This is the first time that we’ve hung out without Scott in nearly a month.”
“Yeah, well maybe there’s a reason for it.” Stiles scoffs and gets up to throw his food in the bin.
“What reason?” I stand up and look at him and I see him roll his eyes. “If you don’t want to be with me anymore then you could’ve just said it.” I grab my bag and storm out of Stiles’ house.
I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling feeling nothing but pure anger. I haven’t heard from Stiles in ages and the next thing you know he’s being a complete douche. I hear a beep come from my phone that stops my inner rant. I pick up my phone and roll my eyes when I see the snapchat from Scott. I delete the notification and right before I put it back down I stare at my lockscreen; a photo of Stiles and I. It was taken the night that he had won the lacrosse game for Beacon Hills. I was kissing his cheek and the smile on his face was massive. He had his arm around me and a slight pink tint on his cheeks. I sighed as the photo faded and I was left to look at my reflection. Only then did I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I sucked up my pride and chucked on my converses and started making my way to Stiles’.
I knocked on Stiles’ door but no one answered it. I dug into my pocket and unlocked it before slowly pushing it open. I heard heavy footsteps and objects being thrown around so I quickened my pace inside until I saw Stiles with his back to me. I see him lift his fist ready to pound it on the table and instinctively I grab his wrist before he can hurt himself. He quickly turns around and rips his hand from mine, hurting my wrist in the process. I clutch it in pain as he towers over me and I take a few steps back.
“What are you doing back here?” He shouts.
“I-I thought we could talk it out. I wanted to apologise.” I say softly as he stops and lets out a deep sigh. I see him lift his arm and I flinch before noticing he went to run it through his hair. He stops moving all together as he looks at me.
“D-Did you just flinch?” I stay still and look at the ground refusing to answer him. “No, no, no, no.” He mumbles. “(Y/N). Do you seriously think I could ever hurt you?” I saw how upset he was getting as he stuffs his head in his hands.
“No… it was just a reflex. I didn’t mean to.” I trail off.
“(Y/N). I don’t even know what to say. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how aggressive I was being. I just-” Stiles sits on his couch and wipes away his tears. “I know lately I’ve been pushing you away and acting like the worst boyfriend ever. I just realised that when we were fighting the alpha pack and you nearly died that I couldn’t help you. I tell myself day in, day out that I’d do anything to protect you because I love you so so much. But the truth is… I can’t. I don’t have any special powers; I’m not Scott. I’m… just me.”
“And that’s why I love you so much Stiles. You’re just you. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you aren’t. You love me for me and you put in so much effort into absolutely everything to try and make things better for those around you. Except you probably could’ve put in more effort into tonights dinner.” I giggle as I sit next to him on the couch. He laughs along but once its died down he looks at me with a serious face.
“How do I make it up to you?”
“How about we start off with you actually feeding me a decent meal” I laugh.
“Pizza?” He asks and I nod. As he goes away to order I quickly put on the tv and put in a movie.
“Should be here in half an hour.” I hear his voice call from the kitchen as he grabs us both drinks. “Is that Star Wars I hear?” He comes running into the living room with a giant smile on his face and jumps next to me on the couch, passing me my can of coke. “God, I’m literally dating the hottest chick ever.” He mumbles to himself as he shuffles his body around so we can comfortably lay resting on top of one another. I giggle and snuggle into his deeper.
“Love you too.”
“Love you more.” He says as he presses a lingering kiss to my head.
Thanks for the request! Hope you liked it! Keep them coming people xx
+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind
A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you!
This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her.
Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss.
He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.
You stood in your closet with your hands on your hips desperately trying to figure out what to wear. It amazed you at how you had a closet full of clothes but yet you couldn’t decide on anything.
The nerves that you had building up was probably the thing hindering you the most from getting ready. You were supposed to go on a coffee date with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that you met through Tony. It was casual but you still felt a little iffy about it all. It had been a while since you had been on a date.
You reluctantly had Stark set you up with a guy he thought would click with you. He told you some stuff about him and he seemed like he was a nice enough guy.
I haven’t been posting much, but here’s a spread from a few weeks ago. It was the in-between time when I wasn’t working and wasn’t at school (aka perfect time).
Now I’m two weeks into the school year. I haven’t been using my journal a ton, my room’s a mess, and I’m just trying to juggle everything. I think this next week I should try to use my journal more. Maybe it’ll make me more sane or focused, hopefully.
It feels impossible to do well in school, have a job, have a social life, and spend time on a variety of things I like (journaling, video games, reading, watching TV). Anyone have advice on how to make time for everything?
Okay so I hate seeing myself on video; mainly cuz I hate the way I sound on it. How do you feel when you see yourself on TV? I assume you're used to it, but do you ever make yourself cringe or think "I should've done it this way omg!" when seeing yourself on screen?
Joshua Rush’s Thoughts While Seeing Himself on TV:
>I’m so pale.
>What’s he going to do???
>Oh wait I know what’s going to happen.
>Is my mole that big? *Touches finger to mole*
>I should work out more
>Man I’m so much taller now
>My voice is deeper too
>How are they going to tie together the episodes we shot them out of order
hellooo rising seniors!! so junior year just ended (hope we all finished strong) so senior year first semester (i’ve heard) is going to be super busy and it’s best to start work earlier. so here are my tips / what i’ve been doing
have a college list in mind
i think it’d be best to consolidate a list before school starts
read the common app essay questions
register for your common app account
read some books!! this isn’t a must to do but some college apps ask for your favorite books so it’d be good to read some more
brainstorm some memorable moments in your life that may have changed your prespective etc
it would be good to mind-dump all of these ideas before the school year starts to make the writing portion of college apps to be easier
IF you will have standardized tests to take (if you got caught in that June 2016 ACT Cancellation in South Korea / Hong Kong - i feel you, it sucks) keep studying/reviewing - look at this cancellation as a way to just keep on improving!
RELAX! best tip here - honestly before this school year starts take a break
“How did you know it was me?” He walked in and walked straight to the kitchen.
“One, you are here everyday , it’s basically in my routine. Two why do you go straight to my kitchen?” You hear your fridge close and a can of soda open.
“Well one, it’s our kitchen, like you said I am basically here everyday.Two I get hungry very easily” he walks over and sits right next to you on the couch.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked while moving closer to you.
“Why do you think something is wrong with me?” You sit back and say.
“Well, your tv is turned off as well as the lights and you are sitting under the blanket which we should share due to the fact that it’s so cold in here…” he pulls on the blanket a little.
“Here, take some” you pull the blanket over him.
“Thank you. So, tell me what’s wrong.” you look him and just gave in.
“It’s just…it’s another Valentine’s Day where I am alone, you get use to it after a while…but sometimes, it’s sad, but I will be fine” you see Loki make his confused face.
You wipe your face and look him “what’s the problem?”
You see him look up at you, so confused. “ What is Val-en-tine’s Day? We don’t celebrate whatever that is on Asgard.”
You smirk a little. “Valentine’s Day is the day where couples usually express their love for each other by giving each other chocolates, cards, bears, and other stuff” he puts his head down
“Oh, well, if it makes you feel better, I’m not celebrating Valentine’s Day, I will be spending it alone too.” His little smirk afterwards made you warm inside. You rested your head on his shoulder. A tear ran down your cheek but you tried to wipe it away as fast as you can so Loki wouldn’t see it. He saw the tear and just rested his head on top of yours.
“I’m going to go to bed..so I will see you tomorrow okay” He looks at you and smiles. “Okay, I just want you to know, I’m staying on the couch tonight” you gave him a little giggle.
“I know, your blanket and pillow are in the same place” he gives you a chuckle.
The next day you wake up. You pulled the blankets over your head. It was the dreaded Valentine’s Day you finally turn over to the other side and you saw a balloon, a box of heart shaped chocolates, and a card. You sit up and grab the card. Inside the card it read
“Our love is strong and will never fade. To my love, Happy Valentine’s Day” At the bottom it said “ I don’t like to see a beautiful creature like you sad My heart breaks everytime I see a tear on your face Any person is lucky to have you in their life I am one of those people I’m glad you and I are friends You are a beautiful star You shine so bright You are the sun in my heart You are the light of my life Happy Valentine’s Day Love your Valentine ⁃ Loki”
You felt the tears forming. “I just thought it was necessary, you deserve all the happiness in the world” Loki stood at your door. He walked over and sat at the edge of your bed.
“Loki” you were choked up. You threw yourself on him and hugged him so tight that you never wanted to let go; for some reason, it felt right. “I want you to know that..I love you” he hugged you back. You wipe the tears from your face.
contains: angst / mean messages / Soundcloud / some swears / too many hats
A/N: I’ve decided to do the reactions in parts to get more of them out faster, since I like to write longer, more story-like reactions. So here’s part one!
You’d thrown your phone away, not realizing at that moment that you might also get a message from a loved one, not only messages from anti-fans who’d tracked down your number after finding you were in a relationship with their “favorite oppar.”
Should you leave the house? Should you stay home and act like you weren’t there and hope none of them would try to find you? You were completely alone, and didn’t know what to do.
Then there was a knock on the door. If antis were outside, you needed to know so you could hide. Lights still off, you tiptoed to the door. Whoever was on the other side kept knocking insistently.
You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your boyfriend on the other side of the peephole, in his dance practice clothes. You dragged him inside and locked the door behind him.
“______, why are you in the dark and why haven’t you been answering my calls? What’s going on?”
You explained what was happening and how scared you were. Minseok sighed deeply and leaned against the wall. “It’s all my fault that they found out.”
It had been his idea for you two to have a coffee date last week, but you’d taken as many precautions as you thought you needed to and you didn’t blame him. “It’s not your fault… I’m just really scared. I must have gotten four hundred messages today, and I don’t know how they all got my kakao!!”
Minseok took your hand and held it, promising he would help you get a new phone, work to dispel the rumors, and stick close by you until this was all over.
“We can fix this, ______.”
Things were getting unusually frisky, unusually fast. He would not stop grabbing your butt, would not stop whispering in your ear, would not hide his growing excitement. So you decided you two should get away from other people as quickly as possible, and take the much-needed alone time.
Things only got worse on the commute, and you were relieved to be home so that Yixing could finally #LoseControl. He was just as shocked as you were when you saw that your door had been written on:
“whore whore whore”
And below the door, was a huge pile of condoms.
Neither of you could process this right away. You didn’t know what you had done to warrant such hate, but even if you had done something, why would anyone take the time to do this? Tears began to fall.
Yixing took your hand and led you away from the door so you didn’t have to look at it anymore. He held you and asked, “Do you know who might have done this?”
You shook your head, getting tears all over his shirt.
“If you ever find out, let me know, and I’ll deal with them. Let’s go inside.”
You knew he hated to leave you alone, but he told you that he wanted to clean the door himself. It was clear to him when he found you lying in bed that you were no longer in the mood to do anything. He changed, climbed in beside you, and let you continue to cry on him while he patted your back.
“Please try to forget about this, baobei. Whoever wrote that, they’re upset with something inside themselves, so they directed their anger outward. It’s not about you, it’s about them.“
You sniffled, realizing he was probably right, which made you feel better.
“I love you, Yixing.”
“I love you too, ______.“
It was your first time composing, writing lyrics, and singing with Chanyeol on an original track. You’d practiced in all your free time to get the notes and the emotions just right. When it was time to record, you and Chanyeol spent all night in his room making the recording, with him giving you praise and encouragement all the way. You were having so much fun with him, you decided to mix and master the song together the same night.
When the song was finished and ready to upload to Soundcloud, it was almost 3am! Chanyeol gave you one of his shirts to change into so you would be comfortable and he let you climb into bed with him.
“I’m so proud of our work today, Jagi,” he said as he covered you with a hundred kisses. His kisses became lazier and lazier until he fell asleep.
When you woke up, you still had the song you and Chanyeol had written stuck in your head. You took Chanyeol’s laptop to see how many people had listened to the song. Over 50,000! Then you started reading the comments:
“who is that extra voice ruining the track channie???“ “if you’re going to do a duet, do it with kyungsoo or baekhyun” “chan chan what have you done, why did you let them ruin the song??“ “one professional singer, one amateur”
Chanyeol was still asleep, you thought, when you wiped your tears. Had it really been that bad?
You felt a hand on your leg and realized Chanyeol was staring at you. You wiped your face as he took the laptop from you.
He shut it and set it back down on his desk. “Jagi… don’t listen to them. Most of the comments were positive, anyway.”
“Are you sure? Maybe I didn’t do as well as I thought I did…“
“No, Jagi. Trust me, you did amazingly. They’re just jealous.” He enveloped you in a hug and wiped your tears away.
You’d just been outed as Jongin’s S/O and in came the flood of comments about you. You were too small/big for him, too tall/short next to him, too dark/pale for him. You saw every adjective and its antonym. How could you be both too big and too small for him?
You tried to ignore the comments you’d read, but it was hard. Very few of them were supportive. Jongin told you it was time for a vacation.
“People will find something else to talk about if we just lay low for a while.”
“Shouldn’t we try to dispel the rumors? Divert their attention elsewhere, maybe?“
“Let’s let the managers take care of it, they know what to do. I don’t want you to have to do anything.”
He took your hand and dragged you to his room to help him pick out outfits for your trip to Fiji. You tried to have fun, but the comments were still weighing heavy on your mind. Jongin could tell.
“Jagi… listen, you know nothing they said was true, right?”
When you didn’t answer, he sat down on his bed next to you. “People make fun of my for my skin color all the time, even my own members on national TV, even though it’s 2017 and they should know better and even though it’s hurtful, I know I love my skin, and I know you love yourself, and,” he began to sing: I need you and you want me 지구란 이 별에서 “So that’s all that matters, right?”
You hugged him and he rubbed your back. Once he was sure you wouldn’t be sad anymore, he stood back up and held up two nearly identical hats.
Anon: Imagine where the reader is always really exited when they pass the pet store in order to meet their Boyfriend 2p Russia at the park across from the shop, but they has no time with work / school and can't afford it. One day their favorite puppy is gone and they're really bummed. Russia invites them back to his apartment for lunch and she's greeted with her favorite puppy .When the reader asks, he's like well, I needed company and you're always welcome to visit :) ( just wants to see them more)
I wanted to try a little different way of writing, but let’s see how it goes! Enjoy this experimental writing sweeties :)
There is a building across from the park.
An unassuming building with its grey cover and printed company title hanging just above the double window doors. There are many windows that allow others to peer in, too see the big eyed and adorable faces of baby animals. Or the more exotic creatures (compared to the fluffy puppies and cats and small little mice) that are to be cared for with great responsibility, such as the hedgehog, porcupine, or the reptiles with their unblinking eyes and scales.
There are also animals that have been rescued, wary eyes peering at the people who stared back at them, hearts beating fast but eagerly for another chance.
You always stopped to look at the animals, but nothing more so than a specific puppy. It was a fluffy thing with a grayish sort of coat mixed with browns and blacks, the fur practically enveloping the small body until it looked like nothing more but a large chocolate marshmallow. It often bounced around with no end in sight, dark eyes glimmering and muzzle opening into a wide beaming smile as it leaned against the window, the stubby paintbrush tail flapping side to side with its happiness. It was a little ball of sunshine and you wanted this puppy.
And you would HAVE HIM.
Even if you had to steal him.
Well, okay, maybe you wouldn’t steal him, even as you despaired at the long hours of work as you stalked up on cash, you wanted the accomplishment of having earned the right for this puppy. To know you had worked hard and that your heart, tears, and sweat were given to have this beautiful, adorable little marshmallow. That didn’t mean you stopped cursing over how expensive animals could be, wishing it wouldn’t take so long to have this happy puppy for your own.
I can ask Ion for some help.
But you weren’t entirely certain he would want to have a puppy.
The two of you were often busy with school and work (and honestly you were putting a dollar every other week into the savings, not much with all the rent and food and tuition) and what little time you both did have was for each other. Neither of you had the time or space to care for a puppy, especially one that would grow even bigger than the couch in the living room.
You shouldn’t even be contemplating on buying the puppy.
Truly you were just a little too eager for an animal you couldn’t afford.
But it’s such a cute puppy.
But do you really need a puppy?
I want that puppy.
BUT DO YOU NEED HIM?
HE’S SO ADORABLE THOUGH.
You groaned in dismay as you realized it was a battle. A battle you would lose with yourself. An ever losing battle every time you walked the small sidewalk towards the park (which just had to have a pet store right in front of the entrance where all the kiddies could spot them and beg their parents for a pet while their parents despaired over the injustice of listening to their children cry all the way home). You could see the building even from here, it’s oddly tame structure compared to the other buildings around this area. You would see the puppy again and think: Soon. I shall have you and pet you, adorable marshmallow.
Yet as you neared the window, all you could see were the smaller puppies, golden and white furred and grey, but not that meshed brown, overgrown puppy.
Your heart dropped.
The puppy is gone.
You almost cried.
Instead you sniffled a little, tugged the collar of your coat up to your cheeks, and walked stiffly across the road towards the park. It was the walk of shame mingled in with the heavy ache of a battle lost before it could ever start.
Someone had bought the puppy. Someone had bought the puppy and now you will never see it again.
But maybe they live somewhere around here? Maybe they’ll walk the puppy in the park and you’ll be able to watch from afar like a betrayed lover as the puppy happily pranced around with its new owner, and then you’ll weep at home and think of what could have been.
Everything that could have been.
Ion spotted you before you spotted him, too torn by the idea of never seeing the puppy or seeing the puppy and crying while eating ice cream, that you never noticed his call and the confusion when all you did was stand there thinking of all the What If’s.
The betrayal is already real.
One would think a person would feel more like this if the boyfriend had cheated or something similar, but sorry not sorry Ion. The heart has already been given to The Puppy.
Ion was an absolute sweetheart though.
He already could see the sadness, even if he didn’t truly understand what had caused it. Instead of trying to pry immediately he instead, calmly asked if you wished to visit his house, to have lunch, to speak together. In all honesty all you wanted was to run home and ask God why he couldn’t let you have the puppy.
IT WAS SUCH A FLUFFY PUPPY!
Ion smiled and for a moment you wanted to climb a small tree and smack him.
How dare he be happy when you were filled with sadness!
You refrained in the name of love.
It absolutely had nothing to do with the marshmallow puppy. Of course not.
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“Do you mind grabbing the remote from my room? I left it in there by accident.”
Ion, you fool, only an idiot would leave the remote in a room where there isn’t a TV.
You trudged through the small hallway, listening to Ion in the kitchen, his entire being seemingly puffed up more proudly than he should be.
His room wasn’t that large, so it would only take just moments to find the remote, especially with his strange, and almost blank neatness of his room. It might even just be on the dresser, sitting innocently next to a picture of Ion and his family.
The door creaked open and without warning a barreling monster of fur tackled you. You shrieked as it began to lick and bark and pad all over your sprawled form. Your hands quickly cupped over the mouth of the creature, feeling the wet nose and the small barely grown teeth poking out from the gums of an open mouth.
You stared into glimmering dark eyes, blinked, and then shrieked.
Ion peeked from around the corner of the kitchen, spotted a happy puppy and an even happier girlfriend. He slowly returned to the food, listening as you shrieked, “FLUFFY MARSHMALLOW, I LOVE YOU.”
Spencer Reid x @matthewgraygublerisalilbean and partially me because we’re both currently dying bc cramps and bloating (Hailey and I, not Spencer)
We had been at the Palm Springs Police department for a couple of hours when I started to notice Hailey behaving differently. She and I had been only dating for a couple of months but unbeknownst to her, I had deep feelings of affection, maybe even love, for her. Hailey was the one person I could 100% trust with my all.
When she thought no one was looking she would massage her breasts, as if they pained her. An hour ago she took some medicine but every time she went to sit up straighter in her seat, she winced. She was also massaging her stomach like one would with a stomachache. Furthermore, she was also rubbing her forehead ever so often, meaning she had a headache on top of all that.
Request from Anonymous: Hello i’ve seen that there’s only a few loco scenarios and recently i can’t get enough of his cuteness oh damn. So can i request a scenario where you and loco’s taste on things and flavors are so contrast that you always bicker with one another outdoors but at home both of you are so adorably dork
Lo. Co. Lo. Co. Lo. Co. Lemme see that body gaga ;) anyway i hope you enjoy this short scenario xx
“Can I please get one scoop of the cookies and cream and umm one scoop of the double choc chip. Oh and in a cup please.”
You gave the cashier the money and took your ice-cream. Loco and yourself were meeting up with Gray and Simon D for lunch but they haven’t turned up yet so you went and got ice-cream first.
“Ice-cream before lunch? You’re a funny one,” Loco teased you. You stuck your tongue out at him. “Let me eat in peace, babe. Want some?” You put a spoonful of the double choc chip in front of his mouth.
“Nah. I don’t like that flavour, it’s too sweet,” he said as he moved his head away from your offer.
“Hey love birds,” Simon called out. He and Gray had finally arrived. “Sorry, we’re late. Jay wouldn’t shut up about his dogs.”
“His dogs are adorable. Don’t blame him,” you beckoned back at Simon.
“What are you guys doing?” Gray asked as he sat down opposite you.
“Loco doesn’t like my taste in ice-cream. He thinks ice-cream is too sweet.”
“It is but I still eat ice-cream. Just not those favours you have in that cup,” Loco pointed to your ice-cream.
“Right. Because you like them weird flavours. Who likes mint choc chip? Seriously. It’s like eating toothpaste with chocolate. Ugh.”
Loco was about to make another comment when Simon stopped him.
“Ahh you two are so annoying when you talk about food. Why can’t you just accept that each of you have different taste buds. Now can we order lunch. I’m starving.”
“Mmm this caesar salad looks good. Guys wait! Let me take a photo of our lunch first,” You took out your phone and started taking different angles of the food. Gray also took out his phone and started to Snapchat.
“Are you done, [Y/N]? I’m want to eat my food,” Simon whined.
“Ok, I’m done. You now may eat, boys.”
You ordered a chicken burger with a side of fries and Loco ordered a beef burger and also a side of fries. You like to dip your fries in tomato sauce so you reached for the sauce and squirted it on the empty side of your plate. Loco saw what you did and he scoffed.
“What?” you asked him.
“Fries don’t need extra flavour, babe. And if you were to dip fries into a sauce it should be a spicy mayo.”
Both Gray and Simon looked at each other and sighed.
“I like it with tomato sauce so can you just shut up. Let me eat what I like.”
“It’s not right.”
“I wouldn’t be talking for someone who likes to eat steam vegetables with just salt sprinkle on top. Ugh.”
“Hey! You said they were nice when I made them the other night.”
“Well…. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
Loco moved his plated further away from yours.
“Aw babe, I’m sorry. Here, have some of my drink. It’s a lemon iced tea.”
Loco turned to you in disgust.
“Iced tea with burgers. Ugh. Babe, you know my favourite drink is vanilla milkshake.”
“I think this is the last time we go out to lunch with the both of you,” Simon said. “Gray and I can’t even eat in peace.”
“Seriously, I wonder how the two of you act at home. I’d imagined you two constantly bickering about every little thing.” Gray said as he took a bite of his burger.
“Hey look babe. I have a beard and a monobrow,” you poked your head out of the bathroom and showed Loco your foam beard and monobrow that you made from your foam cleanser. “Do you still find me attractive?”
Loco let out a big smile. “More than ever.”
Loco was gathering the dirty dishes when he heard you call him from the bathroom.
“Babe!” you yelled out. “I need help…”
Loco immediately set down the dirty dishes and went to see you.
“What is it?”
He saw that your head was bent down in the sink.
“The cleanser went into my eyes and it is stinging my eyes. Can you get me my face towel? I can’t open my eyes.”
Loco laughed at you.
“It’s right next to you, babe,” he said as he took you hand and guided it to the towel. It was literally right next to the sink.
Once you dried your face you noticed your eyes were red. Loco was still standing there and he was smiling at you.
“You look like you took drugs.”
“Your love is my drug.”
“Oh god, that was so cheesy. Don’t make me throw up dinner.”
You raise your hand to smack Loco across the chest but his reflex was faster than yours. He stopped your smack and leaned in to give a kiss on the lips.
“Gray was dead wrong thinking we would bicker when we’re home,” you said.
“What do you want to do now? I don’t have any work to do.” Loco asked you as he finished washing the dishes.
“I’m about to watch this week’s ep of Game of Thrones. Come join me,” you replied from the living room.
“Nooo, I don’t want watch tv. Can we do something else?” he asked as he sat down next to you.
“Fine, I can watch this tomorrow night then. Wanna play some board games?”
“Hmm, let’s play Snap. It’s more fun.”
“Snap? I haven’t played that in a long time. Do you even have a deck of cards?”
Loco stood up and went to look in the drawers.
“I should…Ah, here it is!”
“Okay, best of three? The winner gets to slap the loser.”
First round: You won.
Second round: Loco won.
Final round: You won.
“Yes!! Now.. where should I slap you?”
“Not my hands. It’s all red now, thanks to you. If it is still red tomorrow morning, the boys are going to make fun of me. Especially Jay.”
You smiled at him and wondered where to slap him. His face? His arms? His butt?
But you thought you’d do something different. You didn’t slap him but you pinched his cheeks instead.
Summary: The reader decides to do something nice for Bucky and writes a series of cute letters for him. At first, the letters were friendly, but as time progresses and she writes more letters, she discovers that she is in love with the super soldier.
Anonymous asked: Do you think you could do just a super fluffy imagine? where you and your crush have a movie night, watching cartoon movies, making jokes about them all. Cuddling, playing with eachothers hair. etc etc. Just want something super fluffy eek. love your writing x
fahimah-bbosa asked: Could u do an imagine where ur walking out of ur school + u bump into ur crush + he decides to walk home w u since u both live in the same direction + when u guys get to ur house u invite him in + watch a movie and cuddle + have fluffy stuff happen😊
A/N: So, I decided to combine these because they are pretty much the same. Hope it was fluffy enough. I always tend to make things more heated lmao. Also, this one really got away from me lmao, but I loved it too much to stop. Hope you guys don’t mind, and you enjoy it! Keep dreaming!~Logan
The crisp, cool air hit my face as I walked through the doors of my school. I gripped my thin sweater tighter around me as the cold wind pinched at my nose and cheeks. A sudden gust of wind slammed into my face, and I had to close my eyes against the force of it, pushing my body forward against the invisible force. That’s when my body collided with someone else’s and I let out a shriek.
“Oh my god! Are you ok?” C/n asked, gripping my shoulders with warm hands to steady me.
I opened my eyes slightly, the wind not letting up. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Sorry about that.”
“Damn wind, am I right?” He chuckled shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his e/c eyes scanned my face.
I self consciously brushed my finger over my nose, knowing it was already bright red from the cold.
“You heading home?” His bright eyes twinkled with some emotion that resembled eagerness.
“I am,” I shivered, beginning my walk away from the school.
It was a few minutes before I realized that he was walking right along side me and the realization hit me like a brick. Abruptly I stopped, and he swung his head around to look at me, eyes filled with worry.
Raising my eyebrow at him, I asked, “Why are you walking with me?” God, could I get any more awkward.
“My house is not far from here and I thought since we were heading in the same direction I would accompany you,” he said, giving me a sheepish smile.
I shrugged my shoulders, continuing on. The wind was relentless and I cursed under my breath as my fingers froze and my arms quaked with cold.
“Here,” C/n stopped me by touching my arm gingerly and holding out his jacket. “To keep you warm. You look like you might turn into a frozen ice sculpture any minute.”
The blood that rushed to my face as I took the jacket from his hands and shrugged it on was a welcome feeling against the bitter wind. I sighed in relief, the jacket toasty from his body heat. As the jacket warmed my core, I took a whiff of the scent that radiated off it. It was both sweet and masculine and I wanted to drown in it. He smiled happily at me despite his arms going around his waist, giving away that he was cold without the coverage.
“Thank you,” I murmured from behind the collar of the coat.
“My pleasure,” his answer came back, warming me better than any piece of material.
The walk from my school to my house was a short one and all too soon, I stopped in front of my doorway.
“This is me,” I said, disappointment thick in my voice.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll see you around?” His reply coming out as a question.
I didn’t want him to leave and I already felt that horrible sensation coming on that burrowed itself in my stomach determined to make me feel lonely the rest of the day. So, I decided to take a chance.
“You know, you could come inside and have some hot chocolate before you head home,” I ventured, and swelled with pride as the twinkle in his eyes that had dimmed as I was about to leave brightened at my suggestion.
“I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” he said quickly, and I recognized the look of longing on his face I so often felt on mine when I let an opportunity to talk to him pass by.
“Not at all,” I smiled.
Having him in my house was weird. Not that I didn’t like it, but it was just something I never imagined would happen in real life. As I stole a glance at him, leaning on the counter, stirring his hot chocolate into warm milk, I realized I still had his jacket on and startled, almost knocking down my mug in the process.
“Hey, you ok?” He asked, eyebrows lifting.
Y-yeah, I jus- I just realized I’m still wearing your coat,” I said, pulling it off.
His warm e/c eyes kept a steady gaze on me, as I shed the layer revealing my blue sweater underneath. Something about the way he was looking at me made me feel like it was a much more intimate gesture than simply handing someone their coat back.
“Hot chocolate good?” I asked, trying to get the conversation rolling again.
He took a sip, noisily gulping down the hot liquid and I laughed as he let out an obnoxious exhale.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled, grabbing my own hot cocoa and putting his jacket on a stool in the kitchen.
I didn’t bother telling him what I planned to do next, but he followed me willingly. Feeling his eyes on my backside, I swished my hips a bit more and heard him clear his throat. Satisfied, I sat down in front of the living room TV, sinking into the plush couch, and changed the channel to Adventure Time.
C/n stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room, looking like he was debating something. “I should probably head home,” he mumbled.
My face fell. I stood and walked to the window. The ground had been covered by snow and the wind outside was now howling. I could barely see my neighbor’s house across the street through the thick haze the blowing snowflakes were making. It was basically a full out blizzard.
“You think it’s safe to walk through that?” I asked, hoping, praying he’d say no.
“Mm, nah. Looks like I’ll have to stay here ‘til it lets up. I mean, if that’s fine with you,” he added, looking none too disappointed about having to stay in my house. With me.
I grinned at him. “No, I think I’ll throw you out into the snow,” my eyes glinting in the dim glow of the room coming from the lamps as I pushed him back onto the couch, emphasizing my words with actions. “Make you fend for yourself. And I’ll steal your jacket from you so you’ll have no protection from the cold.”
“You sure you’re not an evil snow queen,” c/n’s eyes twinkled up at me, his pupils larger than before as I stood in front of his sitting form.
I grabbed a whole armful of fuzzy, fleece blankets and opened them over us. I burrowed into the blankets and looked at him.
“No, I’m a very kind blanket queen,” I smiled.
He laughed and I savored the sound. He covered his mouth with his hands, as if he was shy to let me see his smile and was embarrassed by the loud sound of it. But I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I wished he’d let me see it, unobstructed. It was a glorious thing to hear. It filled the empty rooms of my house, as well as the empty caverns inside of me that had been covered in dust. Places that had been abandoned over time where once they had been overflowing with love and happiness. I wanted to live in that moment forever.
His laugh subsided and he burrowed himself under the blankets as well, before grabbing his hot chocolate. I did the same and took a sip from my own mug. The chocolate flavor burst on my tongue and I moaned deeply, my eyes fluttering closed, the feeling of it’s warmth spreading through my extremities, making me slump deeper into the couch. C/n choked on his drink and started spluttering. I opened my eyes, and tried not to laugh as a dribble of hot chocolate ran down his chin from his lips and his eyes watered. Patting his back as he tried to regain his breath, I memorized the feel of his back under my hands, how it expanded and retracted as he caught his breath.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, a blush rising to his cheeks.
I giggled at the dribble of liquid still on his chin.
“What?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
Instead of answering, I licked my thumb and drew it across his chin, the tip of it just grazing his bottom lip, and cleaned away the drip. Before I knew what I was doing, or could even stop myself, I casually licked the liquid off my thumb and went back to sipping from my mug.
“You had some hot chocolate on your chin,” I said, my eyes going back to the TV, but I took a double take as I saw the expression on his face.
His e/c eyes were glued on my face, piercing into my own. His adorable pink lips hung open in a small “o”, a look of complete mesmerization on his face. He mumbled something extremely low, but from what I could hear it sounded like “fuck”. Eventually, he pulled away his eyes, and began sipping from his mug again, a deep red blush clear on his complexion.
I turned to watch the TV again, when I realized I didn’t know if c/n even liked Adventure Time.
As if he had read my thoughts he smiled, “I love Adventure Time.”
“Oh my gosh, really?” I exclaimed, excited to find we had something in common.
“Yeah! I’m so happy you like it, too. Everyone I know thinks it’s too weird,” he chuckled.
“Same! When I tried to get my mom to watch it she said she wouldn’t ever be drunk enough to enjoy it and left to watch Seinfield in her room,” I laughed.
He let out that hearty laugh again. “Jake’s my favorite character.”
“Marceline’s my favorite,” I grinned.
“Aha!” C/n shouted.
“I knew there was some evil in you,” C/n’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
“She’s not evil, she’s complex, you doofus!” I rolled my eyes, playfully.
“Oh, that was a mistake!” C/n looked at me with a sexy smirk, his one eyebrow raised, and he lunged at me.
His fingers prodded my skin and I collapsed on the couch, in the bundle of blankets.
“No one calls me doofus, missy!”
Twisting and turning, I let out shrieks and giggles as he tickled me, and the blankets prevented me from kicking him off as they wrapped around his and my legs. I writhed under his teasing touches, laughing and panting.
“Stop!” I gasped through giggles.
His fingers were merciless.
“Never! You will feel my wrath, y/n,” he said lowly into my ear, his panting and soft chuckles caressing my neck in hot puffs of air as his body blocked mine from escaping.
A shiver ran down my spine, and I was certain he noticed, since the chuckle he released was more of a strangled sigh. God, the things he was doing to me. Not to mention the position we were in was extremely intimate. His body hovered over mine, his head so close to my neck I could feel his breath. My body kept brushing against him as I thrashed under his prodding touches.
“C-C/n, s-stop! Plea-ease!” I let out a shriek as he started tickling around my neck. “I’ll d-do whatever y-you say-y!” I stuttered.
The tickling immediately stopped. My body slumped into the couch, relieved. He moved his face to look into my eyes. I realized what I said might be a mistake.
“Whatever I say?” He asked, quirking that damned eyebrow, that cheeky look in his eyes back again.
“Yes,” I panted, trying to regain my normal breathing.
“Well, then,” he said, his eyes flipping from my eyes to my lips. “I say I lay down and you let me tell you how beautiful you are and how much I like you,” he finished, his voice now gentle and cautious.
“Your wish is my command,” I breathed, my eyes wide at the realization that he actually liked me.
He unexpectedly caressed my cheek, his warm, large hand covering the majority of my cheek. The pad of his thumb stroked the skin below my eyes gently.
“You are so beautiful, y/n,” He whispered, gazing into my eyes as if in a trance.
Leaning into his palm, I closed my eyes. A peace I hadn’t felt in what seems like forever flooded through me.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. Instead though, his hands guided me up. I didn’t quite understand what he was doing until he slid his body under mine, his legs on either side of me. Gently, he pulled me back down so my head was resting on his sturdy chest.
I turned my head and continued watching the show. Although, even with the show’s volume on normal, I couldn’t focus on anything except for his heartbeat drumming in my ear. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard and I wanted to wrap myself in it. Instead, I pulled the blanket up tighter around us, and wiggled trying to get more comfortable.
C/n let out a grunt. “Hey, y/n, not so much rubbing,” he chuckled and I could hear the blush in his voice.
“Sorry,” I smiled, looking back at him.
The view was priceless. He was beet red, and he had the cutest sheepish smile on his face as he tried to adjust his position on the couch so as not to rub himself against me, which was impossible considering our bodies were flush against one another.
“Stop fussing, you’re fine, I’m fine. We’re fine,” I said, caressing his cheek before laying back down.
I had only just closed my eyes, when I felt his lips on my head. The kiss was tender. Pulling my hair out from under my head, he began running his fingers through it. I sighed in contentment. Braiding and unraveling my hair again, he started humming my favorite love song. I remember me talking about it in class once, and noticing how his full attention was on me. The humming traveled through his core, and with my ear pressed to his chest I could hear it vibrate through his body. His fingers were so gentle and nimble as they worked through my hair, then my scalp. I moaned, and my hands flew to my mouth.
“It’s okay, y/n. Let me love you,” his voice came out so soft I barely heard it.
I relaxed into his fingers though as he massaged my scalp. Starting at the nape of my neck, working his way up and to the sides of my head, eventually using his nails to gently scratch. I let out another moan, and I felt his chest stiffen and relax under my head as he chuckled.
“You always smell like roses and I’ve always wondered whether it’s perfume or what. But now I realize it’s your shampoo. Should’ve been obvious considering anytime you walked into class with wet hair you smelled especially strong of it. God, it’s absolute torture when you walk by and leave that heavenly scent trailing behind you, like it’s teasing me to follow you,” he mumbled, seemingly lost in his own world. His own world that apparently revolved around me.
“Didn’t know I had such an effect on you, c/n,” I giggled.
“You’re absolutely intoxicating,” he said, his voice pouring into my ear like silk. He had slid down now, so that his mouth was right by my ear.
Those thick fingers slid under my shirt, making swirling patterns on my soft stomach. I caressed his forearms as they moved, making my own patterns on his skin. I moved my feet to tickle his. I could feel his smile grow bigger against the side of my face. I moved my leg up slightly, deciding I liked this, and stroked his muscled calf with my foot. Up and down. I was rewarded with his breathing becoming uneven.
His warm arms wrapped around my stomach, trapping me to him and he whispered, with a smirk, “You’d better stop being such a tease unless you want me to have a heart attack.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I chuckled, continuing my massaging on his leg.
I looked back at him and grinned, wickedly. He raised his eyebrows in question, and I grinded my ass into him.
His eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the arm of the couch, a strangled moan escaping his lips. The sound was music to my ears.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Y/n stop, please.”
But I didn’t. I kept grinding and I felt my actions having the expected effect on his body.
“I thought you said my wish was your command,” he gasped, trying to contain himself from moving against me.
“It is,” I giggled. “What do you wish for, c/n?”
“I wish for you to stop doing that, because I know you’re just teasing me,” he panted.
I immediately stopped, turning around and straddling him instead. I quirked my eyebrow. “And?”
“And I wish you were my girlfriend,” He breathed, brushing a stray lock of hair that had fallen across my face.
Immediately, I fell into his arms, laughing, feeling giddy. Hovering over him with my elbows resting on either side of his face on the arm of the couch, I brushed my fingers through his hair.
“God, yes,” I grinned.
He crushed me in a suffocating hug and kissed my neck repeatedly.
“Thank god for blizzards,” he chuckled.
I looked into his shining eyes and nuzzled my nose against his.
“Thank god for you,” I said, before his lips captured mine in a sweet kiss filled with giggles and passion.