Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.
A/N:Can you believe that I managed to come up with a quick update? Me neither.
Monotone, drowning in tedium — that was how your first Monday class begun. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you could hear your teacher going on about an empty subject, filling the air inside the classroom with disconex sentences and incomprehensible claims; your own perception far beyond the yellowed walls of that room. Perhaps, sitting on the last row was not helping your lack of focus; but, much to your personal bliss, Jennie was right next to you, taking the notes you would make sure to use later.
In all honesty, your mind was in the same location as before: the party. Equivalent to what unfolded during the weekend, the story repeated itself amidst your tired daydreams; dragging your consciousness towards the bubbling, divergent feelings inside your chest. Unlike what you first expected, the anguish and guilt of your acts did not last longer than the ride back to your dorm, instead morphing into a sense of curiosity. After all, there were so many details that you waited to be presented with — the second step, the collateral damage it would have on your friendship and, more than anything, Jimin’s reaction.
You just did not expect it would come that instant.
The cloudy preoccupations of your chaotic thoughts dissipated as a light buzz sounded below you, your phone lighting up with a new notification. With a frown, you stared down at the illuminated screen, eyes falling to the white text.
The second you read it, your heart skipped a beat.
There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.
This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.
“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.
“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.
“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.
“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.
“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.
Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”
“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.
Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.
“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.
“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.
“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.
“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.
“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”
She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.
“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”
“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.
“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.
“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.
“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.
His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.
“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.
“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”
“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.
“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”
“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.
*** Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.
After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.
“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.
“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”
“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.
“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.
“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.
“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”
The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.
She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.
“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.
“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.
*** Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.
“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.
“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.
“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.
*** There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.
There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.
“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.
He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.
“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.
“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.
“Stay,” she says softly.
“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.
She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.
“Stay,” she repeats.
“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.
“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”
He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.
“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”
She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.
“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.
“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”
“Don’t get my hopes up.”
“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.
“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.
“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.
“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.
There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.
They all look so cool. So perfect. Its nice to see all of their official titles too.
Jaal - Resistance Fighter
Drack - Veteran Warrior
Liam - Crisis Specialist
Peebee - Rogue Academic
Vetra - Drifter Mercenary
Cora - Biotic Commando
(I mean I dont think we’ve seen them all before, especially not together, so its nice to see)
Jaal’s makes me think that the Angara have probably been fighting the Kett for some time which is why they’re so okay with the new species. (At least some of them. Maybe there is also infighting among the Angara. Who knows? I’m excited to find out though)
prompt: Combination of: · Okay now I really need to see Batmom and Batman fighting at a league meeting and someone(maybe Question?) calling out their bs, and An imagine where the justice league guy members shamelessly flirts with batmom just to rile batman up and he snaps when superman does it? He’s all like wrapping his arms around her waist and says : my wife not yours mine" and ·Can I have one on what would happen if Green Arrow sees Batmom for the first time and not knowing who she is turns to Jason -who had been standing next to him- and ask if Batmom is single?
AN: Cute and fluffy!
Clark sits down in the seat next to yours and smiles, before reaching out to take your hand. You raise one eyebrow in question but don’t pull your hand back just yet. “So, I was thinking we could have dinner tonight. I know this restaurant by the sea, really nice place.”
You bite back a laugh before looking over your shoulder to find Bruce standing just a few feet away, his eyes focused on you and Clark. He’s not the only one though, the rest of the league are staring as well.
You lean in close and ask, “What did my husband do to tick you off this time, Kent?”
Clark just smiles and says, “I have to write the wedding announcements for the next month because I disagreed with him over something. Plus, this also payback for all those fake fights I’ve had to endure over the years.”
“How about I get you back on sports and I turn you down gently?”
He grins, “I’ll take what I can get.”
You lean back in your chair and say, “Sorry Superman, I’ve got plans.”
“That doesn’t answer the question Hell Cat.” You turn to face Ollie, who’s grinning at you.
You raise an eyebrow in question “And what answer are you looking for?”
“That yes you’re single, and that yes you’re free Friday night, because I know this unbelievable little restaurant in Milan.”
Your eyes flash to Bruce. His teeth are clenched and the look in his eyes is enough to make Jason back slowly away.
You frown, “Sorry, I’m busy that night too.” Your eyes slide to Clark who’s trying so hard not to laugh.
“So who’s taken up all your free nights Hell Cat?” You turn to Hal, who is leaning against the wall. “Cause when I asked you out last month, you were busy then too.”
You take a deep breath and say, “Well you see boys, I’m married with two kids, so that doesn’t leave a lot of room for dating.”
There’s a moment of silence before the men burst out in laughter. The few women in the room however are studying you closely. Huntress in particular has a knowing glint in her eye.
The laughter is still going on when Question sneaks into the room. More often than not, the man would have gone unnoticed. He’s good at sneaking around, you’ll give him that. Helena’s grin just widens before she calls out, “Question.” The man just stops and turns towards his girlfriend. His hands are in his pocket, but he’s giving her his full attention. “Truth or Lie, Hell Cat over there is married with two kids.”
The answer comes immediately “Truth. Hell Cat is married to the Batman. They have two adopted children, Nightwing formerly known as Robin, and the current Robin. They’ve kept their relationship hidden among the League for the past eight years, simply because they found it fun to mess with people’s minds. If someone were to look close however, they’d notice that the fights they put on never lasted more than twenty minutes, and they always left together. Their children find it infuriating.”
There’s this stunned silence before Jason cries out, “Finally!” Then spins on his toes to face Green Arrow, “My mother is not single, stay the hell away from her!”
You ignore the surprised faces of the Leaguers in favor of Question. “When did you figure it out?”
“My second week. I noticed that your fights, while entertaining, never subtracted from the quality of a meeting, meaning it never interfered with something that needed to be done. In the case of a crisis there would be not contention on either of your parts, even if the two of you had argued about it previously. My theory was confirmed when I spotted the two of you making out in a dark corner.”
You hear Jason groan, “Oh come on! I’m supposed to be the teenager here, not you two.” Then he turns around to leave the room and says, “If you need me, I’ll be on the phone with Nightwing telling him that everything has finally been exposed.”
You smile as your eyes slide to the women in the room, mainly Shayera and Vixen, who are grinning at you. You grin before asking, “Yes?”
Shayera grins, “You’ve been holding out on us.”
Vixen nods, “All those girl’s nights out over the years, and you never told a story.”
“Not every day a girl kisses the Batman. Spill.”
You smirk and say, “That’s private,” before mouthing the words ‘next girl’s night out.” That seems to satisfy them.
Standing up you stretch and walk over to Bruce. “Let’s grab our traumatized son and go home now.”
“Grab Jason, I’ll be there in a minute.”
You shrug and walk out of the room. Bruce turns to Clark who’s still smiling before he says, “You can have your sports section back, but you’re covering nothing but golf, chess, and badminton for the next three months.” Clark’s smile fades and all Bruce says is, “My wife, not yours.”
(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead? I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)
Reggie falls for the new girl
-The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone
from the team in the hallway.
-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what
he was saying.
- “Reggie, bro you okay?”
- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your
- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”
- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself.
- “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”
-Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.
-Reggie hates 5th period, so he always
shows up late.
-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head
to class now.
-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a
few books while you look over your class schedule.
-You’re late for your class because you have no idea
where it’s located.
- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you
turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.
- “Hey.” you say.
- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m
Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.
- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m
struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule
I’m not gonna do an intro sentence because I think the request summarizes this gloriously.
Request: “Did you see that post about Bear Grylls!Link and Total Aristocratic!Sidon? Like prim and proper Sidon gazing adoringly at his half naked BF wrestling with Wolf!Link as Muzu looks on in horror. I’d personally love to see a story about it.” Requested by @absolmon (sorry the normal linking system wouldn’t work for some reason.)
Word Count: 510 words. (It keeps getting lower, sorry.)
Warnings: Mildly Suggestive Content
Muzu would admit that in the beginning, his hatred for Link was bigoted and unreasonable. Despising him simply for being a hylian was an awful thing to do. As much as hated to admit it, he still held some resentment for Mipha’s death, even though he knew it was out of the hero’s control.
This, however, he was confident was a justifiable cause for his horror.
Heya could you do an AU where Jughead is a serpent that transferred from southside high to riverdale high and Betty, the golden student shows him around but they end up arguing because he's really blunt and tough and while they're arguing a lot of sexual tension and maybe even a major sesh? ;) thankss
Jughead kicked at the old locker, his combat boot nudging the metal as it produced a satisfying clang. A smaller boy in glasses walked past him, staring openly at the Southside Serpent logo proudly displayed on his leather jacket. Jughead smirked at him, rolling the toothpick around his mouth, apparently Riverdale didn’t allow smoking on its grounds, so the tooth pick would have to do.
He leaned casually against the wall as he waited for his “tour guide” someone was supposed to be showing him this hick highschool, the pristine walls and perfectly dressed students made his neck itch.
He turned around and quickly came face to face with the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life. The girl before him had long blonde hair tucked into a tight ponytail, accentuating her high cheek bones and bright green eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered softly as she smiled with her heart shaped lips. She wore a light pink sweater that Jughead suddenly had the urge to touch and see if it was as soft as it looked. Her jeans fit her in all the right places and her tiny ballet flats had little bows on the front.
“I’m Betty Cooper, I’m going to be showing you around. Welcome to Riverdale.” She smiled warmly placing a hand to his arm and turning him towards the hallway.
“The town with pep” he mumbled sarcastically
Betty turned to look at him with a confused smile before shaking her head and continuing with her speech, after about ten minutes of Riverdale History, Jughead dropped dead and slurped at the water fountain
“No offense princess, but I’m really not interested in how long the building has been around for. Nice try though” he smirked cockily as she turned towards him
“Princess…I.. never mind, okay so you’re not interested in facts, or speaking. That’s fine, I’ll show you to your classes.” She plastered a fake smile on
“Don’t bother, I won’t be going to half of them, we can’t all be straight A students .” He said nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and grinning as he saw her neck heat up.
“Okay.. that’s okay. What about the cafeteria? You have to eat at some point.” She said throwing her hands up and huffing
“Sit in a confined area with all of your upperclass friends? Sounds like a great idea, do I get to sit with the perfect girl next door?” He joked, catching up to her quick steps.
Betty whipped around, her hair smacking him in the face as she hissed in his face
“Don’t call me that!”
His eyes widened and he was left speechless at the intensity and anger in her eyes.
She took a step back before narrowing her eyes
“You think because you wear some stupid jacket and have dirt beneath your fingernails you’re any different than me? You think I’m perfect, I don’t struggle? I’d much rather be the girl next door than some judgmental, moody tough times bad boy.” She straightened the collar of her top and moved to walk away but he gripped her wrist pulling her back. His eyes burning into hers, his hands coming in contact with the scars on her palms, he glanced down before pulling her back into his chest
“I didn’t mean anything by it.. I…” he stuttered, her eyes held something he had never seen before and before he knew it her lips were on his and he was shoving her roughly against the nearest locker, the thud echoed in the empty hallway. Her lips moved to his neck as he hiked her leg on to him moaning at the feel of her soft skin under his hands.
She whimpered as he sucked on the warm skin of her neck unbuttoning the first few buttons.
They were both interrupted by the clearing of a throat from their right, pulling her hands from his hair, Betty gasped slightly whenJughead dropped his hands to her waist, As the principal looked shocked at the pair, shaking his head before walking away.
Betty was bright scarlet as she fixed her buttons and adjusted her ponytail, avoiding his eyes. She was surprised when she felt his long fingers cup her chin, bringing her gaze to his.
“I’m not like what you hear, I’m not some asshole who just kisses random girls like that. It’s.. uhh.. you’re..”
Betty nodded, her eyes twinkling before she dropped a slow kiss to his lips
“Okay.” She whispered.
The dark haired, mysterious boy breathed a sigh of relief before draping an arm over her shoulder marking her as his, something incredibly popular on the Southside as he stared proudly at the beautiful blonde
“Come on then green eyes, show me this cafeteria.”
Pairing: Sam x Reader (set somewhere around season 7)
Word Count: 8,300 (longest fic I’ve ever written)
Warnings: age difference (reader is 19, Sam is 28), first time!reader, gentle!Sam, light dom!Sam, language, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, brief handjob, light praise!kink, multiple orgasms.
A/N: I co-wrote this with a friend, but she doesn’t have a Tumblr so I can’t tag her.
“God, I hate vampires,” you say, flopping into your makeshift bed on a red and brown loveseat. You’ve been working a vampire case with Sam alone for the past week and the creatures you just destroyed are still and always will be a pain in the ass for you to kill, even with 6’4 backup.
Sam watches you roll onto your back and smiles, the right corner of his mouth turning up into a smile as he grabs a plain gray shirt and black sweats and walks to the bathroom. “They’re vampires, what do you expect them to do, hand over themselves willingly?” He says sarcastically.
“It’s still a pain. I don’t know how you guys do it so well,” You respond, burying your face in the single, flat pillow buried against the back of the loveseat.
“It takes practice,” Sam replies casually. “Like everything else you learn.”
Ok so imagine aliens coming to earth to recruit people for dangerous missions. We’re tough, we’re stubborn, we’re ridiculously durable, not to mention downright adorable.
A few months in and things are going pretty well. The humanless crew has met humans before, and they know they come in a variety of skin and eye colours. Blue, green, brown, grey. Every colour they could see, humans had it somewhere.
And then they met Rebecca.
Rebecca lookee ordinary enough at first glance. Dark brown hair, average build. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until you look at her eyes.
They’re two different colours. Upon closer inspection you find one is blue, and one is green.
Perhaps this human is dying.
So when they hire her, they’re sure to treat her extra nicely. No one dared to bring up her condition until one day Korp asked.
“Oh it’s totally normal!” Rebecca assured them with a laugh. “No reason so panic”
While her assurance was comforting, they refused to take her second part of advice.
With humans, there was always a reason to panic.
(Idk why i didn’t think of this before. I have the same eye colour as rebecca, though not as apparent as one would think)
I have laughed AN D CRIED a lot because of this fine group. I’m sure many others can relate to that. I would like to take some time to appreciate and note the members individually because they all deserve the world, thanks. (Prepare yourselves, I wrote lots???? Like…. lots.
Some might say that Seungcheol isn’t fit to be in charge of the group. Well let me tell ya baby boyz why he most certainly is. S. Coups naturally has that fatherly type of image. Like “dad of the year” award type of fatherly. There is something about him that influences others to feel protected. He genuinely cares for all of the members and keeps everyone’s emotions in line. It takes a special kind of person to do that. One incident that spoke volumes to me was how he handled “Seventeen Project.” He knew when things were starting to take a negative turn and he wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions. (In a calm and rational way). BOI I CRIED. Despite the put-together (and sometimes tough) image he projects, he’s a rather sensitive person. The reason why he’s so supportive is because he longs for support himself. I think being in Seventeen has made him feel a sense of belonging. The mans has done a wonderful job and he deserves respect. I don’t think there is anyone else meant to be leader.
Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…
Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: Personally I’m loving the idea of having a crush on Steve but being in Bucky’s body - surely this will account for enough awkward moments between the two pals?
Warnings: Swearing. Bucky’s ‘D’
‘Does he have no shame? Look at him!’ You sighed as you stretched on the mat in the corner of the gym.
You were pining after a certain serum-enhanced blonde. There he was, wearing a tight white t-shirt, so tight in fact there was no point in wearing it whatsoever. You could see every tiny ripple of his muscles, even his bulging veins, growing only more prominent with every lift of the weights.
He had the decency of wearing sweatpants but they hung so low, accentuating the V-shape of his body. On top of this it looked like he wore no underwear underneath as there was no visible outline.
Your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid looked down at his outfit and then back up at you. He was dressed in smart slacks and a shirt, with dress shoes on his feet. You on the other hand were dressed in a denim skirt, leggings, a vest top and an oversized hoody. Converse hi-tops completed your look.
For your last birthday Spencer had presented you with two tickets to see your favourite band Muse performing. They didn’t tour America that often so when they’d announced a tour, you’d been desperate to get tickets only to discover that they’d sold out pretty much straight away. Reid however had been one step ahead of the game knowing it was your birthday in a few weeks. He’d set Penelope Garcia on to the case, her somehow jamming the server for other users until she’d purchased two tickets. Naturally, you’d chosen to take him.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?”
You shook your head, it wasn’t that he didn’t look nice. He just looked….. “It’s too smart, too over dressed for a gig”
You marched him back down the hallway to his apartment, striding into his bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. You knew he owned jeans, you’d seen them at least twice before. You found them eventually, slinging them at him and searched for a t-shirt finding a plain black one which would do and tossing that at him as well. Spying a grey cardigan on the back of the closet door, you instructed him to wear that, along with his converse and you left his room so he could change.
He emerged five minutes later looking like a completely different guy. He looked good though, he hair slightly messier from tugging the t-shirt on and the jeans hugged his frame nicely. You nodded your approval and the two of you set off to the gig.
Four hours later and you were grinning from ear to ear as Spencer drove you both home. Your ears were ringing, your lower back was on fire from standing up for so long but you’d had the best time ever. The band had been amazing, belting out all of your favourite tunes and the atmosphere had been so intense and enjoyable. You’d been overcome with emotion during Unintended, one of your all time favourite songs, and you’d grasped hold of Spencer’s hand as you swayed with the rest of the crowd.
He’d seemed to enjoy it as well, actually singing along to the songs although you knew all he’d had to do was listen to them once whilst reading the lyrics and he’d have them all memorised.
The ride home was short, the gig hadn’t been too far from home so you invited Spencer in for a few beers, groaning as you slumped down onto your couch, flicking the TV on.
“Everything okay?” Reid asked you slightly louder than normal. He dropped down next to you, handing you an uncapped beer which he’d pulled from your refrigerator.
“I’m good. My back just hurts a bit, I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Taking a pull of his beer, Spencer set it down and then turned to you.
“Y/N turn around. Where does it hurt?”
Adjusting your positioning, you crossed your legs and turned on the couch so you were sitting sideways on with your back to him. “It’s just at the bottom, it aches like a mother fucker.”
Spencer chuckled and then gently placed his hands to your lower back, slipping them under your hoody and pressing his thumbs into your spine, softly kneading the aching area. It felt surprisingly good and you leant forward slightly, pulling your hoody off to allow him better access.
Spencer’s lithe fingers worked along your spine and lower back hitting all of the pressure points with precision and you found yourself enjoying his touch so much so that a soft groan escaped your lips causing Spencer to freeze his movements and your eyes to fly open and your jaw to drop.
“Sorry…. ” he started to say and you shook your head.
“You didn’t hurt me Spence. It just felt….really REALLY good.”
“Do you want me to carry on then?” he asked tentatively, a slight edge to voice.
“Erm….only if you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind…. But could we change positions? It would be easier for me if you sat between my legs in front of me.”
You understood what he was saying and could appreciate how it would would be more comfortable but it still didn’t stop you from saying, “Christ Spence, how long have we been friends for and you’re only now telling me you want me between your legs?”
His cheeks flushed pink and you immediately regretted it. He coughed, clearing his throat, “Do you want the damn massage or not?”
You did, it was doing wonders to ease your suffering. You scooted from your seat and waited for Spencer to part his thighs, settling on the couch between them and waiting for him to start up again. He did and you leant into his touch, his hands working on your spine as you tried to keep your little grunts of satisfaction to yourself.
Adjusting your position slightly, you rolled your neck on your shoulder wincing as you heard a crack. Spencer’s hands immediately moved up your back to your shoulders, pressing against the hard knots that had formed and working to loosen to them. The sensation was magical and you allowed your eyes to close again, your breath hitching in your throat as his thumb brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. This time Spencer didn’t pause, he just shuffled his body forward slightly, his thighs trapping you between them. His fingers continued their dance over your sore muscles, brushing over that spot again and earning another groan from you. When he did it again moments later your mind began to wander. It was THAT exact spot on your neck, the spot that when touched correctly would send tingles right down to your groin. And Spencer’s fingers kept sweeping over it in just the right way….
Did he know? Or was it just an accident? When it happened again, his finger tip actually lightly circling the spot and making your downy hairs stand on end as a low gasp left your chest, you realised he must know.
Which was extremely interesting.
You and Spencer had been friends as well as colleagues for a few years now and you’d always wondered whether there perhaps was something more between the two of you. He was attractive, very much so and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss his plump pink lips. But you’d always pushed the thought aside. It was Spencer after all. Spencer didn’t have girlfriends, half the time he rarely seemed to even notice if an attractive looking female was in the room. It was only six months ago when you’d both been babysitting Henry together that he’d actually expressed desire to find someone. You’d talked to him for a while, surprised by how insulted he was when you’d told him that you didn’t think he was bothered about finding a partner. When you’d asked him what his ideal woman was though, he’d appeared awkward and eventually just shrugged the question off, not giving you an answer.
Had there been a reason he hadn’t given you an answer?
The next time his finger dashed over that spot on your neck you made sure that your groan was louder, leaning back slightly and placing your hands onto his thighs. Spencer stiffened slightly but carried on with his slow kneading of your shoulders and neck. Feeling bolder and just damn curious, you softly stroked his thighs feeling him sit up straighter at your touch. The air was almost crackling with tension right now, both of you waiting for the other to give some sort of signal that you wanted more. You inched your hands higher on his thighs hearing Spencer’s breath catch, his hands stilling their movements momentarily before changing track. This time they moved to your sides, trailing up and down your rib cage tickling you sensually through the thin cotton fabric of your vest. You shuddered, heat starting to flood your body as you dug your fingernails lightly into his thighs, not enough to cause pain. On the eighth lap up and and down your torso Spencer’s hands lingered inches from your breasts and you could feel him closer to you than before, his breath on the back of your neck. Wanting to give him a sign but not to outright tell him that this was okay, you reached up to your hair and pulled it to one side, exposing your neck to him.
Reid received your message loud and clear and a pair of warm lips pressed against your neck, his hands creeping around to your front and splaying across your abdomen. Spencer peppered the side of your throat with kisses, his tongue poking out and swiping over the shell of your ear, his hands not moving from their spot on your tummy.
“Is this…. is this okay? That…. that I’m doing this?” came a whisper in your ear, Spencer’s voice a few octaves lower than what you were used to.
“Uh huh….You’ll know if it’s not okay, Spencer. Trust me,” you whispered back, surprised by the slight croak to your own voice. You turned your head to the side, your eyes connecting with his, both of you realising there was no going back from this once you took the next step.
You ran the tip of your tongue over your lips watching Spencer do the same. But still, neither of you moved an inch.
“Spence. The ball’s in your court here. If you want this then…. ”
You didn’t get chance to complete your sentence because his lips were suddenly upon yours, the pressure light to begin, still unsure. When you didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss, his head tilting to the side and his lips parting. Allowing your own to part, your tongue slipped out to meet his as you twisted your body to kiss him properly.
Spencer’s kisses were both everything and nothing like you expected them to be, igniting a passion in you that you hadn’t felt for a while; a desperate need to be closer to someone, to feel them pressed against you. You suddenly had the urge to kiss Spencer everywhere, to taste him and to drink him in. If one kiss could make you feel like this, God only knows what would happen once this went further.
You pulled away from his mouth, breathless and gulping the air down as his face searched yours for signs that he’d done something wrong. Smiling, you tucked your hair behind your ear and then turned your body completely around, Spencer’s eyes widening as you straddled his lap, your skirt riding up as you changed positions, the denim waistband uncomfortable against your stomach. You grimaced.
“Did…. I do something wrong?” Spencer clocked it and you shook your head.
“It’s the skirt and the position I’m in.”
“You could…. Erm, take it off?” his cheeks were already flushed so you couldn’t tell whether the colour deepened or not but knowing Reid the way you did, you’d be surprised if it didn’t. You stood directly in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the waistband.
“Or… You could take it off for me.”
Only a few seconds passed before he answered but it felt like an age.
“Y/N, if I remove your skirt, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop with just that.”
“So don’t stop then.”
Taking a deep breath and seemingly having a word with himself, Spencer’s fingers quickly moved to the button on your skirt, unhooking it and then sliding the material down your legs. You stepped out of it, kicking it to one side and then stood, waiting. You weren’t going to take charge here, you wanted to see what he’d do. Rising to his feet and towering over your small frame, he slipped his fingers under your vest, gripping the hem and tugging it upwards, peeling it off your body.
You didn’t think you looked like the most attractive person standing in your bra and leggings but the way Spencer’s eyes were trailing over your torso, made you feel like a goddess. He rolled his lip between his teeth before dropping to his knees in front of you and slowly dragging your leggings off, lifting your feet one by one and then moving them to the side. Running his hands up and down your legs you were shocked and pleasantly surprised when he moved them to your ass, squeezing your buttocks through your panties.
You were even more surprised when he slipped his hands into your panties, pressing them against the bare skin of your butt.
“I really, REALLY want to have you naked and laid out in front me so I can see and kiss every inch of your body, Y/N.”
Those were words you’d never in a million years expected to hear from Spencer Reid but yet they’d just left his mouth and you felt yourself becoming even more turned on than you were before.
Cocking your head towards the bedroom, you did your best to cross the room in what you hoped was a sexy walk, hoping to God that Spencer was actually following you. Almost as soon as you were through the door, his hands were on you again, not quite as gentle as before. His movements were fuelled by a passion inside of him and it showed. You didn’t mind though. Your bra was unhooked in seconds, being pulled down your arms and being tossed somewhere onto the floor as Spencer dropped to his knees again to drag your panties off leaving you entirely naked and exposed.
He started to place wet open mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankle and slowly working up to the tops of your thighs, before crossing over to the other leg, avoiding your most sensitive area. Your legs felt shaky and you tangled one hand into his luscious hair doing your best to not fall over.
“So beautiful… ” you could hear him murmuring into your skin as he repeated his kisses up and down your legs, a hand pressed firmly against your butt cheek and lightly squeezing.
“Spence….” your leg shook again and Reid pulled away from you shuffling forward on his knees and forcing you to walk backwards until the backs of your legs hit the bed.
“Lie down,” he whispered, remaining on the floor and looping a hand around your ankle, making it so that you were laying with your butt on the edge of the bed.
“This hardly seems fair that you’re still dressed. Even the playing field a bit please?”
Spencer obliged and you saw his tee shirt whiz over your head as he removed it and threw it into the corner of the room, still knelt between your legs. Gripping your thighs, he pushed them wide open opening you to him completely. You could feel how wet you were already, knowing he could see it too. Spencer ran a finger teasingly up and down your slit and you watched open mouthed as he then bought that finger to his lips, tasting it. Not that you’d ever imagined what Spencer would be like in the bedroom but if you had, you were sure it would have been a far cry from what was actually happening.
Lowering his head, Spencer kissed and nipped along you inner thigh again. This time though, he didn’t stop. You glanced down to the end of the bed seeing his eyes locked on yours as he placed the flat of his tongue on you, licking a thick stripe from bottom to top, flicking your clit. You gasped as he briefly hit the spot. He did it again, this time placing his hands on you and using them to very gently pull the fleshy skin back, so he had clear access. His tongue stayed on your pulsating clit though this time rather than flicking off it and you gripped the bed covers as he started to circle it, using the exact amount of pressure you needed.
Your moans became more frequent and louder, your appreciation spurring him on as he worked you with his tongue, moving the sensitive nerve bundle from side to side, back and forth. When he slipped first one, then two fingers inside you, curling them against the pebbled area of your inner front wall, you knew it wouldn’t be long and less than two minutes later you were gasping out his name as your hips bucked off the bed, forcing yourself harder against his mouth as you came.
You felt Spencer retract, you suddenly feeling very empty as you watched him wipe his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before standing and pushing his jeans and underwear down. You tried not to stare at his impressive length as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.
Reaching your hand up, you tugged him down to you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the slightly bitter taste of yourself on his mouth. Spreading your legs, you locked them around Spencer’s waist so that he was forced against you, his cock nudging at your entrance.
Pulling his lips away it was Spencer who remembered the all important question. “Condom?”
“Contraceptive implant. Definitely clean though so it’s entirely up to you.” You hated condoms hence the implant and regular testing. You were quite certain Spencer would be okay too but you waited for his confirmation.
“I am too, can we… go without then?”
You nodded and quickly slipped your hand between your bodies, grasping him and lining him up, your mouths opening simultaneously as he pushed inside, inch by inch.
He began to move slowly at first and then gaining pace as you moulded to his shape, bucking your hips up against his.
“Fuck….oh fuck,” Reid groaned, trying to shake his hair back out of his eyes. You reached up and pushed it back behind his ears. Wriggling, you raised your legs higher trying to feel him as deep inside as you could. He shifted, moving one leg at a time up over his shoulders.
“Jesus fucking…. Oh God,” the new position had him hitting directly against your sweet spot as he thrust in and out, your walls clamping down around him. It made it tighter for him too and you could see him struggling to last.
“Harder please” you rasped out, knowing you weren’t going to come again but enjoying the feeling nonetheless.
“I’ll… I’ll come if I do,” Spencer whispered, sweat shimmering on his forward.
“So? You’ve already made me come with your mouth. It’s your turn now. Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”
He obliged, slamming into you with a renewed ferocity that had you crying out in pleasure. No more than thirty seconds and his face contorted in that telltale grimace, his body juddering and his breathing ragged. Spencer allowed your legs to drop to the mattress, as he lowered his body down, resting his head on your chest as he panted.
You stroked his hair lightly, then enormity of what you’d just done hitting you.
“So…. That was some massage”
Reid chuckled, his body shaking against yours as he did causing him to slip out. You winced, hating the feeling of liquid seeping out onto your sheets. You’d live with it for the moment.
You continued stroking his hair, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth a few times, closing it again as he tried to figure out exactly how to respond. Things had escalated extremely quickly and now you both had to deal with the aftermath.
You just hoped he didn’t think it was a mistake.
“Y/N….. In case it wasn’t blindingly obvious by what we just did, I like you.”
“Well that’s good. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not in the habit of allowing guys I don’t like to give me that type of massage.”
He chuckled again and you grinned. Spencer raised his head, looking you directly in the eyes.
“So we like each other then”
You nodded at him, “I’d say so. Funny how that happens.”
“So…. Maybe tomorrow we could go out for dinner?”
“Or you could stay and we could go for breakfast. Or breakfast in bed.”
“Or we could do that. I fully support that option.”
It’s really easy for me to get frustrated with my undergrads, especially now that I teach over a hundred in a week. At my core I am an introvert, though I have a distant background in performance so when I’m in front of people I want to go all out, which exhausts me and makes me grumpy real quick. I get irritated when they’re late (which is fair, they need to be on time), their constant questions run me ragged when I literally just talked about this in the lecture, and when they don’t have their lab book by week 2? Come on now!
I have one student who checks all of these boxes. We’re supposed to give zeroes for being late, and not having the lab book on the second week should be a zero too.
He’s a really nice kid though, respectful and apologetic, and seems to be pretty smart. So I asked why he didn’t have his book yet. It’s only $12.50 at the bookstore. He said he was waiting to get paid before he could buy it.
No way is a nice, smart kid going to get a zero in my lab just because he couldn’t afford a book. I sought out a spare copy for him and told him to not be late to lab again.
Fellow instructors, look out for your students. Don’t be another cog in the system that screws the vulnerable (this student is also black). And students, please talk to us! I know this stuff is hard to talk about, but if you don’t we might just assume you’re a slacker. I don’t like to assume the worst about people. I don’t get any joy out of penalizing students for blowing off lab. I want you to learn from me, and I will do everything I can to make it accessible to you.
I won’t pretend I solved all of this student’s problems, or that I deserve a Gold Star in Allyship. The least I could do was to not be complicit. The best we all can do is recognize moments like these and make the right choice.
summary : Jughead and you have been good friends and the two of you secretly really like each other, so when Chuck sticky mapled you, Jughead took it really personal..
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
Chuck never seemed like a bad guy to you. You never exactly talked to him but you never heard anything bad about him either. You were more than surprised when the jock asked you on a date. You didn’t exactly tag yourself as is type; were you neither popular or a cheerleader so it was confusing. But he made it so that it felt so right and innocent. Chuck made it seem like he actually wanted to go on a date with you.
Donna beamed so bright her smile could light up the night sky.
smiled and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I uh…I got your message and I
thought since I was close I’d stop in…unless it’s a bad time…”
a bad time for you, get in here!” She practically pulled you inside, yanking
you into a bone-crushing hug. “Dean called and said you were alive, I didn’t
believe him, but here you are.”
get blingo’d, eat a buncha junk food, and have a girl’s night?”
yes.” You smiled. “I see why we’re friends.”
opened her home to you and let you use her shower while she ordered all kinds
of take out. She laughed it off when you told her you had no idea what foods
you liked best and said she’d take good care of you. You trusted her in that
walked out of the bathroom, your hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, wearing a
pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels you’d stolen. Donna gave you a
knowing smirk as you sat down next to her on the couch, peering into one of the
takeout bags. “That’s Dean’s. Smells just like ‘em.” She laughed. “You take it
or did he give it to ya?”
Summary: (Y/N) wakes up to the fire alarm blaring at 3am in the apartment blocks. Angry and annoyed she meets the generous, kind, hilarious Stiles Stilinski.
Word Count: 650
A/N: This is short but I haven’t posted writing in a while so I wanted to write something quick yet very cute.
“Quick! (Y/N)! Wake up,” Janet, your awfully loud and very
annoying roommate, screamed tearing the blanket off your now freezing cold
body. You were about to give out when you heard another sound that snapped you
awake. “Is that the fire alarm?” You shouted, jumping out of the bed and
shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers.
Janet grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the room and
through the crowds of students rushing around like headless chickens. “Please
do not run, follow the exit signs.” A masculine voice shouted over the rustle
and bustle. You groaned when you noticed that you were in a pair of pink and
purple pyjama bottoms, topped off with a black tank top. You were going to be
You descended the stairs quickly, pushing past students that
were only awake and exited the wide door at the end of the hallway. “Oh my god,”
You shouted, feeling the 3am air hit your skin. “I swear someone better be
dying in there,” Janet laughed at your sick humour before walking over to a
group of your friends.
You stood awkwardly away from the building in case the
fire caused something to explode. “I swear a whole floor better be black and destroyed,” You
grumbled to the person next to you. You wrapped your arms around your body
trying to get some heat into you, running your hands up your now goose bumped
arms. “You won’t like the fact that I just heard it was a false alarm so.” The
person replied, playing on his phone.
You snapped your head to him, not
believing it. “I’ll murder someone.” You hissed, bouncing up and down in your
spot.The stranger shook his head laughing, “Stiles,” He said
bringing his hand to the zipper of his hoodie, before taking it off him.
blush made its way to your face when his bare torso was in view. You coughed
awkwardly before a feeling of warmth covered your body; realizing that ‘Stiles’
just wrapped his hoodie around your body. “Thank you,” You whispered, “But you’re
going to be freezing.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” You blushed more
furiously looking away before staring back at him. “I’m (Y/N).” He nodded,
noting your name before jumping into a conversation about criminal justice,
which he was doing. You liked the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about his
father that was the Sheriff in his hometown, and the way he would look you in
the eye and look away just as fast; obviously embarrassed.
You don’t know how long you were standing out there with him,
talking about nothing and everything. You did feel an ounce of regret though
when he started shivering uncontrollably. “No, no, leave it on.” He muttered
when you started to remove his hoodie, you shook your head and gave it back to
him. The warmth and scent disappearing.
He placed it on but never zipped it up,
“Come here.” He said bravely, and you followed his demands stepping closer to
him. He laughed slightly before pulling you so that you hit his chest. “Stiles,”
You laughed, as he zipped up the around your body as well. In fairness, it is
an incredibly baggy hoodie.
“Perfect,” He mumbled, and you shuffled so that you could
look up at him. “It was nice meeting you,” You teased, amusement in your voice.
It was nearing four o’clock in the morning, and you felt yourself getting
tired. Letting out a yawn, you let your head rest on Stiles’ chest and his chin
rested on your head. “Whoever pulled that alarm..” You warned quietly. “You
wouldn’t have met me now though.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around your
body. You nodded, feeling yourself drift off standing up.
“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we can go inside.”