I reclined in my chair, enjoying the hot sun on my face. The waves before me crashed with rhythmic purpose and I felt myself growing sleepy. Seagulls cawed overhead. The air smelled of salt and sun tan lotion. Things were good.
The first time Andrew sees Neil, Andrew is eight and Neil is a strange man handing him a bag of Skittles at the bus stop before school.
“I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers,” Andrew says.
“Yeah, but strangers aren’t the problem, are they?” the man says.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The man stares at him, and then, abruptly, he looks away. Andrew knows about that kind of looking away. It’s the kind adults do when they see Paul dragging him by the wrist, or when Andrew shows up at school with a black eye and an attitude problem.
Andreil swimming ?? Andreil going for a run ?? Neil having to play backliner again for some reason I am currently unable to think about ???
Neil floated below the surface, letting a stream of bubbles dribble out of his mouth as he looked through the blurry water.
Somewhere in front of him he saw a splash as someone else entered the water. Waving his hands a little, he pushed himself to the surface in time to see Matt bob to the surface and wave to Dan to join him.
Since the Foxes had finally proven their metal in their battle against the Ravens, they were given a slight bump in their travel expenses for occasions like this when they would have been driving through the night and sleeping sore on a bus. The hotel wasn’t anywhere near five star, but it had a pool and that was enough for the Foxes.
Neil had been the first to jump in. The air was warm and he hadn’t felt refreshed by the quick shower after the game and the promise of cool water was very inviting. Or, that was his excuse if anyone asked. If he was being honest, he’d stayed in many hotels and motels with his mother while on the run, and had always wished he could use the pool but they never dared leave their room. Forbidden fruit always tasted the sweetest, even when it’s as simple as an over chlorinated pool.
Renee and Allison were soaking in the hot tub near by, Allison saying that a jacuzzi soak was the only way to recover sore muscles. Dan quickly followed Matt off the diving board, splashing him as she entered. Aaron was reading on a chair beside Wymack, Abby was calling out for no one to run on the slippery tile, and Kevin was of course getting in laps, fuming that the extra travel time meant they wouldn’t get in a morning practice.
Neil was wondering where Andrew had gone to until he felt a finger touch the top of his head and begin pushing him under. He waited to sink up to his nose before turning to see Andrew behind him, still wearing his arm bands. Part of Neil wanted to point out the hypocrisy of Andrew calling him an idiot for considering wearing a shirt to the pool to cover his scars, but he never actually would. He considered Andrew’s scars just as much battle scars as his own, but doubted Andrew felt the same.
He settled for “You better not let one of your knives fall into the pool.”
“They’re Renee’s knives, she can find it if she wants it.” He was clearly doing his best to maintain a bored and unaffected look while also treading water on the edge of the shallow end. Neil would have noted that too, had he not been trying to do the same. People like Matt and Kevin never seemed to fully appreciate their ability to touch the bottom of the average community pool and it was horribly unfair.
Neil swam to the side to hold on and relax a little.
“Not going to go under?”
“Your brain cells die when you hold your breath. Unlike you I use mine.” He put his arms on the side of the pool, watching Neil.
Neil opened his mouth to quip back but was forced under by arms from behind him, shoving him under and holding him there. Panic kicked in and visions of his fathers men overcame him as he began thrashing, elbowing the offender in the stomach before a fist grabbed him and dragged him back up.
The smell of alcohol hit Neil as he gasped in a breath and a slurred voice behind him was saying something about thinking an Exy player would have stronger shoulders to carry him. Matt was dragging the guy away while Kevin shoved off another drunk fan who was saying something about playing chicken with /the/ Palmetto Foxes.
Once he got enough air in his lungs he turned back to Andrew who was still gripping his forearm. Neil let him, not wanting to pull away from Andrew, who was giving as much a glare as he could at the drunk fans.
“Why is it always you that’s a magnet for problems?” His grip relaxed but his hand didn’t move from Neil’s arm.
“My guess is the scars. People think I’m tough.”
“Imagine being so fatally misinformed.” His other hand seemed to shake slightly, and Neil thought about the last time he and Andrew were in a motel. It had been a better ending than he had hoped for, but for Andrew it was hours of not knowing what was happening to Neil, only to see him return a shattered mess. For someone with as vivid a memory as Andrew, who couldn’t hear “please” without reliving his own trauma, it couldn’t be easy to be somewhere so similar.
“Lets go to the hot tub, I’m getting cold.” He made his way to the ladder, not having to look back to know Andrew was following. He remembered the comments from the others about Andrew doing anything he asked and was glad he had such a useless imagination that he never thought to take advantage.
Grabbing two towels on the way, he sat on the edge and lowered his legs to the knee into the water, Andrew sinking in beside Renee.
“You OK?” Renee put a hand to his knee, her kind eyes worried as she looked him over for signs of an emotional relapse.
“If you’re not, we’ve got lots of options to beat them up.” Allison lounged across from him but her eyes were anything but relaxed, ready to claw out the eyes of anyone who threatened her Foxes. Neil had to remind himself that every time he was hurt, it must remind her of what it was like watching Seth constantly self destruct, only to be found dead when she thought the worst was over.
He really hated being a reminder of terrible things to his Foxes, but he wouldn’t have fit in if he weren’t a disaster.
He put his towel over his shoulders and put the other over Andrew’s head, drying the hair he had gotten wet when he dunked down to drag Neil up. Neil noted the slight dip of Andrew’s shoulders and the way he leaned back against Neil’s knee as a sign he could continue. This he did take advantage of, letting his little fingers make nonsense patterns on the back of Andrew’s neck. He got a pinch for this but Andrew remained settled against him, so he just grinned and continued. Maybe he did have something for Andrew’s neck.
Soon the hot tub was filled with Foxes and their adult supervision, each making sure Neil and Kevin were OK from getting jumped on. Except of course for Aaron, who simply commented that Neil should have stayed where he could touch, as if he was one to talk.
A bottle of cheap wine that Wymack “found” and did not use travel expense on was passed around. Andrew eventually migrated to sitting between Neil’s legs as a buffer from the others touching him. Neil continued to idly wipe the towel over Andrew’s hair and shoulders while Andrew traced a finger along his submerged ankle.
They stayed far past closing time, most likely because the workers didn’t want to tell Andrew Minyard that he couldn’t do something.
Neil found he liked hotel pools. He smelled strange but there was something about sitting in a steaming hot tub with everyone he cared about, sharing wine, sharing stories, and able to care for Andrew in the small way he allowed him. Maybe out of state games weren’t so bad.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung)
Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!
Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.
One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever.
Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes](Will add a warning prior if that chapter will contain any smut scenes)
Author’s Note: Sorry for the small delay. I am still not super happy with the way this came out. I scrapped half the chapter that I had already finished, and rewrote it since my vision of where this fic was heading changed. This also triggered the fic to grow in complexity now expanding it from a 3 part to a 5 part. Hope ya’ll enjoy.
Also quick confession….. I have never written in 2nd POV till now, so sorry for any mistakes I might commit while writing in this form.
Trigger warning: Drugs, alcohol, and Sexual scenes
You had always heard the saying: ‘People do crazy things for Love’, but you weren’t in love, so why were you doing it? You had not figured out what temporary madness drove you to commit such a radical act. Jungkook had never played an important role in your life, nor he changed your daily routine, other than serving as an extra source of warmth through the night. How can a simple act of possession drive you to such madness. Actually, whenever he was not around to intoxicate your coherent thoughts with lust, you would dream of a faceless man who would make you fall in love chickflick style. The thought of the possibility of Jungkook filling in those shoes would make you laugh. He was a good fuck. He was an amazing source of relief, but when you looked at the boy asleep in your bed it did nothing for you.
Jungkook was handsome, that was something you couldn’t deny. From his soulful eyes to cheeky grin, it was perfection. Even the scar that lay upon his cheek looked like it was carved on purpose into his face to create an even more intricate structure. As much as he was handsome though, he was far away from perfect. Jungkook had a bad temperament, and you had witnessed it in quite a few occasions, when he came home beat up only to take out his frustrations by pounding you so hard and rapid that it left your center bruised. Those nights he would escape the security of your bed right after without even a goodbye. Other than cooking skills and casual talks, Jungkook never bothered to find out much about you. He like you, seemed to find those specifics irrelevant. Jungkook was immature. He threw tantrums if you didn’t open the door right away, and the few opinions he shared with you over frivolous topics seemed to be based upon illiterate sources. Jungkook was stubborn. He liked things his way or not at all, and that would’ve been okay if you weren’t stubborn as well, which would lead to boundless amounts of arguing and angry sex. Jungkook was just sex. That’s what you have told yourself repeatedly, for the past year when you laid alone upon your bed, inhaling his scent from the unwashed blankets, as if by doing so he would materialize beside you.
(Brazilian!Percy) Ok, a big one is his looks. Tan skin, dark hair, light eyes. Basically my entire family. From what I know, a large amount of us look like that because of the mixed heritages, mainly coming from the italians. (1/?)
(2/?) From experience, we are super loyal to family and friends. Like, we talk shit about them, sure! But when it comes down to it, there is not a single brazilian I know that would sell out there family. But we’re also super deceitful. Like, the amount of times my dad has tricked people into free beer is slightly surprising. Not to mention the way my mum talks about her “friends”. The only reason she talks to half of them is either because they’re good for business or she doesn’t want enemies.
(3/?) also, the fact that he doesn’t speak portuguese in the books can be pretty easily explained. Like, I think the reason that Sally is in America is because she couldn’t go to the uni she wanted to go to in Brazil. So after her uncle/grandpa died (what was it again?) she finally moved to study in the US, met Poseidon, had Percy. And as the daughter of immigrants, I know first hand how hard it is to learn about your culture or even your language in an English speaking country
(4/?) and generally, we usually aren’t very good at portuguese or sometimes can’t even speak it because a) English is prioritised b) we don’t get much exposure to it since only 2 countries speak it and c) it’s generally a difficult language. Like, I think he can probably understand most of it, even say some of it, but if he does, his accent is terrible and the few times he’s been to visit home, he’s been called a gringo and teased by family.
(5/?) And lets be honest, everyone loves the beach. Like, half my family lives in the middle of São Paolo (state) and yet we still always used to got to Caraguatatuba for New Years every time me and my parents went home. Even here in Australia, we constantly seek out opportunities to go to beaches. idk if this is just my family, but I’m pretty sure being brazilian does bring, at least as a stereotype, love for the beach.
ok, first of all, it’s very interesting how you made your headcanon fit in the series. good job! and yes, brazilians are a very mixed, you’ll find all kind of people here, but the mayority of our population is black. althought percy does look like a brazilian, especially because the tan skin and connection with the beach. i think people dont know that a LOT of people here doesnt like the beach, i see it a lot in my city, actually - its a very cold city, so idk - but i absolutely LOVE IT and most part of my family and friends do too. even theres this big part that doesnt, i think most of brazilians love it cause we are so used to it ? like you said you go to the beach in new years eve and so do i! so does a lot of people, its kind of a tradition. so yes, this part of your hc its about right. and about his portuguese: i do agree. if sally was a brazilian and even if she taught him since he was little, portuguese is a language that is all about the accent. and i believe it is difficult, from what i hear. BUT theres not only two countries that speak portuguese!! in parts of africa they speak portuguese, too. and some other places that i honestly dont know the names :/ but yeah, just to make it clear.
ok so, what kind of family would percy have here? cousins ? sally has no siblings, but maybe she does have cousins. i dont know about the rest of the world but here in brazil we are very connected to family like children of distant cousins are friends, and their kids will be friends, too. its not just parents, siblings and granparents. so i think thats the family percy would have here
about where his family is from: i knoooow he would fit well as a boy from rio. rio is beautiful, full of amazing beaches, nice tan people, joy and everything BUT it would be awesome if percy was from bahia! another BEAUTIFUL place in the northeast of brazil. people from there are really happy and joyful and friendly! i mean, im just giving you an idea, its your headcanon haha but you havent said anything about where his family was from, so
i was just going throught sally’s wiki and realized something: sally’s mom was called laura. that’s a very common name here. maybe she met sally’s father when idk he was visiting the country? they fell in love and got married ? again juuust an idea haha
i would love brazilian!percy. or brazilian!piper OMG she wouldn’t be a cherokee but there’s lots of other tribes here. LOTS. omg that would’ve been amazing
Anon: angst/fluff for young b? you guys have been dating for a while but he’s very emotionless and barely does PDA with you. this makes you think he doesn’t love you anymore but very fluffy at the end please thank you!!
Young B x Reader - A/F
You observed him approach his friends and cling to them affectionately, the kind of affection you yearned for. You sighed and left the group to buy yourself a drink, craving some sort of escape from his cold demeanour.
You picked up the bottle of water and collected your change from the isolated vending machine. Bryn gradually approached you “Y/n, I was looking for you! Are you ok?” You gave her a smile and nodded your head “I just needed a drink! Come on let’s go!” She watched your figure leave and sighed, she knew something was wrong she just didn’t understand what.
This was my first time using “Y/N” and “you” instead of a fully-realized character, and I’m not sure how well I did, but hopefully its ok! I have suffered from anxiety since my teens, so that part I felt pretty damn comfortable addressing, at least! Enjoy!
Summary: This was written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan Writing Challenge (Negan x OC with Anxiety prompt). After a “bad brain day” of anxiety and stress, Negan comforts “You” as only a homicidal weirdo with an epic trucker mouth can.
The knock on the door was what brought you back to some
semblance of reality in the darkened room. Your eyes stung with tears, like
salt in an open wound. Ragged, chewed nails dug into the flesh of your leg,
leaving red crescent moons in their wake to remind you that you did not have
your shit under control. Not even a bit.
“Y/N? What the fuck’s up, baby!” came the voice from the
other side of your bedroom door, sounding far too chipper for you to take in the state you were in
It was deep and booming, even muffled by the hard wood of
the door, and just a little bit hoarse from yelling at underlings all day. It
was the voice of your weird, somewhat deranged, post-apocalyptic spouse, Negan,
who had taken you in several weeks ago after finding you wandering the roads
“Did you forget it’s our date night?…You didn’t forget
about your fucking hubby, did you? You know how that hurts my last fucking
comes off as a snobbish guy whose nose is way too high in the air because he’s literally 185cm but also is good at sports and was in the olympics for his country or w/e and like he IS the prince but like calm down boy you’re just a prince of a country not the whole world
tends to not make conversation with the staff, but is super opinionated at royal meetings like even though he’s just a prince - he always makes it a point to make his voice heard at the meetings
and surprisingly he’s not like an asshole about the people, like he really cares for their wellbeing and argues for more welfare benefits and more funding for schools
once got so mad that the other officials were planning to bulldoze a local park down that he went on a hunger strike until the king and queen overruled the proposition
BUT for some reason he like ….. seems standoffish with the staff and it’s rumored he takes like three hours to get ready in the morning and always keeps making the servants run back and forth with different outfits and things like that
but he only wears like his hair slicked to the side and he walks around in suits??? so u dont get how it takes him 3 hours to wear the same thing he wore yesterday??? but this is the look:
also he eats so much according to the kitchen staff and it’s always got to be the most expensive, extravagant food like he straight up orders lobster, grade a beef, and sashimi all in ONE NIGHT and everyone is like H O W is he going to eat al lthat
but he does hE DOES
the sports he’s good at are horseback riding n dressage, archery, like…cricket, all the usual like fancy sports but he’s actually interested in basketball and he was on the olympic team and helped them win but his parents are like ‘u should have competed in a more refined sport’ and it like ticks him off because they refuse to let him join a local team but yet they pay for like dressage lessons he really doesn’t get it
you’re his ballroom dancing teacher and honesty his parents hired you because ‘wedding meetings are going to be happening soon and a sensible prince should know how to dance’
at first you didn’t want to do it because like you’ve heard about prince!mingyu that he apparently like is cold to the people he works with but also donates to charity alot and you’re kind like ok u can be nice and give out your money - but what if he’s also snobby?? but the royal family was like we’ll pay you the real big money so u were like ‘ok ill do it’
first lesson you learn that it’s true: mingyu is rather cold with you and he honestly doesn’t look like he want’s to be there learning the steps to the waltz…. you like ask him if he’s paying attention and he just snorts and you’re like about to go off on him but his personal servant, this nice kid named wonwoo, rushes over to you like!!! teacher!!! excuse his attitude he’s just!!! a little stressed!!!
and u feel bad because like if you yell at the prince wonwoo might get in trouble and you don’t wanna cause anyone any trouble so you let mingyu off with it and just concentrate on trying to teach the lesson
you try to make wonwoo his dancing partner,,,,,,so you can like fix his posture or whatever and it works for a week and then suddenly prince!mingyu is like “aren’t you supposed to be my partner instead, wonwoo’s like 180 cm, i don’t know how many of the princesses at the meetings are gonna be 180cm”
and you’re dense for the sake of the au and you’re like ?? it’s fine im sure tall princesses exist and wonwoo kind of like is looking between u and mingyu and he can see mingyu’s losing his patience and wonwoo’s suddenly likE “teacher!!! i um….i have to um…..help get the prince’s study material ready for this class he has after this so i …. gtg”
and wonwoo disappears and like you can’t just teach mingyu to dance alone so u end up being his partner and the prince keeps like looking at you funny and he’s actually ok at dancing but he keeps fumbling and you’re like whats with him…..
you don’t know this but prince!mingyu thinks ur FREAKING CUTE and he told servant wonwoo because servant wonwoo is literally the only person mingyu talks to un in this whole damn castle and wonwoo’s too shy to be the best wingman,, but like he tries his best
your dance lessons continue in with prince mingyu and like instead of being a total cold brat he’s actually kinda….sweet now….and follows your directions well
once you two were dancing and you kinda stumbled because your phone went off and you feel forward and you thought he was gonna drop you or something but he like wrapped his arms around you and also fell backwards so that you’d land on him and wouldn’t get hurt
ur faces were close and like u two turned the color of tomatoes
he also like.,,,,, compliments you sometimes??? nothing too big but he’ll be like “i like your necklace……but also i practiced this dance and i got this move wro-”
he seems to feel more comfortable with you around and he actually does practice u can see it in how he’s improving but like
you’re kinda like ….what’s the catch
*wonwoo in the background, screaming in his head: THE CATCH IS THAT HE LIKS YOU OH MY GOd*
and after a while as one of the marriage meetings approaches and mingyu’s gotten better at his dancing and you two have grown kinda close you like decide to ask him like … why doesn’t he talk to his staff?? or like why does he try to come off cold when he’s really not
and mingyu just kinda laughs sadly and he’s like “it’s hard to trust people when you’re a prince. people use you left and right.”
and u kinda understand,,, like you’re not a royal,,, but u can see where his distrust would lie and so u don’t decide to push it instead you’re like practice hard for the upcoming marriage meeting!!! and he looks at you and before you can leave he’s like
“i don’t want to go to the marriage meeting”
and you stop in your tracks because like,,,, it’s not your business but something in the prince’s voice sounds like he’s calling out to you for help or something and your shoulder tense and you can only squeak out a ‘why?’
and you can hear the prince approaching you, his hand coming out to hover a bit over your own hand and he’s about to say like HES ABOUT TO CONFESS
but then wonwoo burst in like “prince!! you’re late for the afternoon astronomy less-”
but he sees u two and he’s like oh shit and mingyu’s like oh my gOD and you’re like red and you like run past wonwoo and mingyu’s like frICK that wAS MY HCANCE
and wonwoo’s like ????
you continue being his teacher and u hear that wonwoo purposely keeps dodging the marriage meetings or ruining them by spilling tea on the suitors or whatever and you like can feel that you and him are getting closer
like the way his hands feel when they’re on your waist when you dance and the way he looks at you and it’s very hard being the prince’s crush but like it’s also hard now that you think you might like the prince too…..
This is my first ever time writing about Sam (or anyone from supernatural) in a way that isn’t sister related so sorry if it’s not good :(
Imagine you’re a badass hunter and somehow, you keep appearing on the Winchester brother’s radars but Sam is definitely not complaining. Dean on the other hand is not over the moon…
Placing your gun into your trouser waist, you sighed and looked at the two brothers who were drenched in blood head to toe.
‘Well, you going to say thank you?’ You questioned them both, crossing your arms in frustration.
‘For what?’ The older one asked, a sense of annoyance lingering in his voice.
You clenched your jaw, a wave of anger practically drowning you. ‘FOR WHAT? I JUST SAVED YOUR SORRY ASS…AGAIN!’
Sam looked taken back as for Dean just pulled a face of disgust. ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’ He mumbled, looking you up and down.
‘I should have just let you die.’ You growled as you began to get in his face.
‘Ok guys lets just calm down.’ Sam tried to defuse the tension, pulling you and Dean away from each other.
You rolled your eyes as you turned away from them both, heading towards the motel door.
‘Don’t expect me to save you again.’ Was all you said before you walked out of the motel and their lives.
*Seven months later*
You did a half spin, managing to slice two werewolves with a silver blade, receiving a howl in response. Without thinking twice, you pulled out your gun and sent both of the monsters to the ground.
Wiping your brow, you thought to yourself: damn, these monsters are picking up on their fighting skills.
You picked up a ragged cloth on the kitchen counter next to you, dabbing it on a wound that was a little too deep for your liking. You winced as the dirty fabric wiped away the ruby coloured liquid that made its way out of your skin.
Suddenly, a gun shot in the woods sent your hairs on edge. Surely there couldn’t be anymore of them out there. You’d already killed eight.
Groaning as your arm sent a soaring pain up to your shoulder as you pulled yourself into a steady running pace, you made your way out the cabin door and headed in the direction of the commotion.
Half way down the path to where the bang had come from, you felt a pair of eyes on you.
Following your instincts and swinging your arm round to hit whatever was coming into your personal zone, you came face to face with Sam Winchester.
Taken back, you glanced him up and down. ‘The hell are you doing here?’ You asked him, shocked that he was standing in front of you.
‘Dean and I - please don’t take this the wrong way - have been tracking you for months, well, since you left.’ He explained, lifting his hands in surrender as you realised that your fist was still in the direction of hitting him in the jaw.
Dropping your arm and glaring at him, you asked: ‘why are you tracking me? I’m not a monster.’
‘We wanted to apologise.’ Sam said, standing up straight and looking down at the floor as if guilt was eating at him.
‘That’s nice and all but unless i’ve lost my mind or you’ve lost yours, there’s no ‘we’ in this. There’s just you standing in front of me.’ You joked, motioning to Sam that he was standing alone.
‘Oh, uh, Dean. You know what’s like.’ Sam started to stutter while rubbing his neck.
What the hell was up with him?
‘Well this has been a great chat but unlike most of the girls you’ve been with, I don’t appreciate being tracked for over half a year only to be greeted with small talk.’ You told the overgrown moose who stood in front of you.
Sam gave you a look. You crossed your arms in response.
‘You going to leave a lady standing in the cold or take me home?’ You flirtatiously said, lifting your eyebrow and smirking.
Sam smiled with embarrassment back. Maybe this chat held more then you expected. After all, Sam always had some kind of shine to him.
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The blinding white light bouncing off of the powdery snow outside was the first thing you saw when you open the blinds in your bedroom. “Ugh,” you squinted and turned away from the window, and tyed your hair into a bun on the top of your head. “Shawn?” You called, grabbing the fuzzy socks Aaliyah got you for your birthday last week.
“In the kitchen!” Shawn called back, and you yawned as you walked into the kitchen. Shawn was standing in front of the counter, spooning icing onto warm cinnamon rolls. “Good morning, babe. Sleep well?” He asked, looking back at you.
“Slept great. When did you get up?” You asked, dipping your finger into the extra icing.
“Forty minutes ago, about. Thought you’d like some breakfast when you got up so I made these.” He laid two rolls onto a plate and set the rest on top of the stove to cool down. “What do you wanna do today?” He asked, ripping a piece of the cinnamon roll apart.
You shrugged, looking outside. “Too cold to do anything outside.” You yawned, and thought for a moment. “Dunno, what do you wanna do?”
“Maybe we can watch a movie or two, and a lil somethin’ extra?” Shawn smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Nice try, Mendes. You’re staying out of these pants this week.” You slapped his arm gently, and nodded. “Movies does sound good though. I’ll go pick some.” You walked over to the tv, and pulled the collection of old DVDs that lined the shelves under the game consoles and DVD player. You were a sucker for an old movie, and you loved the ones which weren’t on Netflix.
Two hours later, you and Shawn had gone through some indie movie that you couldn’t remember the name of. You were curled into Shawn’s side, and his hand was playing in your hair, as he scrolled through his phone. You both looked up when a snowball hit your window, and Shawn smiled. “Let’s go on a walk.”
“Shawn, it’s literally below freezing outside.” You stared him in the eye, and he shrugged.
“Wear a coat.” He stood up and ran into the bedroom, and stripped off his sweats and long-sleeved tee. You sighed and ran after him, changing into the warmest clothing you owned.
At the door, you layered on your scarf and coat, and Shawn placed a wooly hat onto your head. “Wouldn’t want those ears getting frozen.” Shawn said, slipping on his coat.
“You’re insane.” You said, grabbing his hand as he opened the door. You two exited the apartment building and saw a few people walking down the sidewalks, which surprised you. “Thought everyone would be inside, since y’know, it’s snowing.”
Shawn snorted, and he kicked a snowball that had been forgotten about. “C’mon, babe, the snow is so quiet, so peaceful. I love when it snows!”
“You’re such a Canadian at heart.” You joked, shivering. Shawn wrapped his arm around you as you two strolled down the block, to the small park a bunch of kids were at.
Shawn bent down to tie his shoe, and you looked at the white scenery in front of you, smiling. “I guess it is kind of- Shawn!” You screamed as the cold ball hit you in the back of the head.
“I was aiming for your back, I’m sorry.” He said, eyes wide.
“Oh, this does it!” You smiled, going to pack a snowball of your own.
Shawn did the same, and you two were in a full-fledged snowball fight, until one of the snowballs hit you square in the face. You fell back, and Shawn ran over. “I’m so sorry, babe. Are you ok? I didn’t mean to hit you in the face!”
You brushed the snow off of your nose, and sniffled. “My nose is cold.” You told him.
“Can we go back home? I can’t feel my toes. Or my hands.” You stood up, and Shawn laughed, nodding.
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll make some hot cocoa, too.”
“With the tiny marshmallows. Those ones are the best.” You took his hand, and Shawn nodded, the two of you walking back to the apartment building.
authors note: this idea was given to me from a friend and i looovvee it. super fluffly and cute
You were cold. Freezing. You tried turning up the heat in your apartment but it didn’t matter. You were literally wearing gloves and a beanie inside. You had felt like this all week. Your friends even tried baking you warm cookies and one of them even got you a new hoodie that you wore often. But it didn’t seem to matter. It seemed like there was no cure for your odd coldness. You don’t know why you were so cold but you just were. You thought maybe you were getting sick, so you had some tea as you waited for your boyfriend Shawn. He was visiting you from his tour and he went out about ten minutes ago to get more tea. You were drinking your last bag now, and Shawn being the sweet angel he is, said he would go get you some more. You really wanted to go with him, but you also didn’t have the energy to be mobbed by fans and paparazzi so you just let Shawn to deal with all that himself. You finished all your tea and decided to lay in bed under a blanket where it was warm. You could feel yourself slowly falling asleep until you heard your apartment door open. Soon enough Shawn walked into the bedroom with a bag full of stuff.
“Hey pretty girl. You tired or something?” Shawn said and sat at the edge of the bed and started pulling stuff out of the bag.
“I’m really cold. Come cuddle.” You said with the blanket over your face.
“Ok hold on. Look, I got some more mango tea, and I got you some more hot coco too because I know you said you were running out. It’s the peppermint kind, the kind you like. You like that right?” You nodded and Shawn put everything back in the bag and brought it to the kitchen. Once he came back, you clung onto him and snuggled up really close to his chest. Suddenly you felt this overwhelming warmth that you knew you’ve felt before. It was Shawn. Shawn made you feel so safe and warm.
“Baby are you wearing gloves? Are you getting sick?” Shawn asked and took your gloves off so he could kiss your hands.
“I thought that too at first, but I’m okay now. Now that you’re here.” You said and closed your eyes, tugging on Shawn’s shirt. You felt like you weren’t close enough to him. You felt him kiss your head and whisper a couple I love you’s. All the coldness you felt within your entire body earlier was gone. It was incredible how emotions effected you physically. You noticed this happen to you before, but right now it seemed even more real than ever. You felt physically cold when Shawn was away from you, and your whole heart and body warmed up whenever he came back to you. He was your cure. It was just like how people say that sometimes when you’re so sad, you can physically feel the pain in your chest. But this wasn’t sadness. It was just the distance between you and Shawn. You missed him so much that your body went into a freezing mode where you just felt cold even in the summer. But when he was with you, holding your hand or kissing you and even just standing next to you, all the warmth that escaped your body when he left, came back. You felt safe. It was incredible how your love for Shawn made you feel. This is how you knew it was real. You never felt cold when your past boyfriends were away from you. Only with Shawn because that’s how much you loved him. And it wasn’t until now, as he kissed your neck and held you tight, under the covers, that you realized you always wanted to feel warm. You never wanted to be cold again. You always wanted Shawn to be there, right with you.
Darkiplier was the bad guy, and that was something that wasn’t often disputed. He himself would label himself as such, as he felt it gave him better leverage. Villains were meant to be powerful, and while most times they never came out on top he felt comforted that the fans seemed to think better of him. Yes, the fans had certainly done him a great service. He credited them most with his creation, as Mark’s earliest stages of what was considered “Darkiplier” were… Odd. Unreliable references, but now Dark felt well built. Powerful.
He stretched languidly, glancing briefly at the time shown on his computer. Four hours now he’d been working to secure a new building for himself and the.. Others. Darkiplier couldn’t say he cared for all of the egopliers, but he didn’t want his chess pieces to break before he’d gotten the chance to use them. As the fans made more of them, built them up into beings, he had to continue to find space for them all. Houses and offices filled to the brim with people sharing the same body.
Dark took some comfort in knowing without him they would all practically be doomed. They all mostly lacked the patience and will to drag everyone together to form a circuit. A circuit that mostly kept them all from fading away as they slipped away from the minds of the fans.Yes, without him they would be doomed. Still, there were some he had faith in. A small few, but enough to get work done. One had recently proved to be extremely useful.
As though summoned, Google appeared in the office door. Dark motioned him in, leaning back in his chair to see what it was the droid needed from him. Google looked uncomfortable, and that was when Dark decided this wasn’t going to be any kind of good news.
“Wilford has… Discovered the “Ok Google” function.” Google informed solemnly, and Dark felt his shell crack ever so slightly.
“Has he?” He drawled, faking indifference.
Google’s eyes narrowed, and Dark smirked innocently at him. The droid had an odd loyalty to Dark, and he felt it was the similarity they shared in the way they went about plans. One was not to deviate from the plan, else it was doomed to fail. They agreed on this and some other things, leading to an awkwardly cold friendship.
“Okay google.” He stated coldly, and watched as Google tensed up in response to wait for a command.
“Let’s go put a stop to Warfstache’s idiocy.” He growled, and Google made a soft sound to affirm the command had been heard and processed.
Dark was doing all that he had said he would, and then some, but his biggest struggle was having to babysit in-between.
“This wasn’t planned...”
Bucky Barnes x Reader imagine
“Bucky, this won’t work! It’s just crazy”, you told your friend as you
took a seat on the couch.
“Do you have any other idea?” He asked.
You had been thinking about this for a few days now. He really had a
crush on Wanda, while you had one on Steve. Neither of you knew what to do to
make them look at you like something more than friends until Bucky came up with
a plan. Why didn’t you two pretended to be in a relationship in front of them
to try and make them jealous? Yes, it was a stupid plan but when Bucky first
suggested it, it sounded like it was the best idea ever. Now you weren’t so
Bucky and you were good friends and this would just be weird, but you
really wanted to give it a try with Steve and this was the only way you could
think about to know if he was any interested in you.
“No, I don’t”, you finally admitted with a sigh.
Then you both heard footsteps coming downstairs. Since you didn’t know
who it was you had no choice but pretending, just in case. Bucky looked at you
a bit unsure but soon he moved closer to you and took your hand, talking to you
“Trust me, ok? It will work…” He whispered. You smiled a little and
“Morning…” You both looked at the stairs to see Clint. Oh great. You both
smiled shyly and waved with your hands, “what’s going here?” He asked.
You didn’t know what to say so you let Bucky do all the talking. For a
moment you thought he would tell Clint the truth but, instead, he actually told
him you two were together. What the fuck? Clint really looked surprised but he
congratulated both of you and went to the kitchen.
“Why did you say that?” You asked frowning.
“If everyone knows we are not really together, Wanda and Steve will find
out. Everyone has to believe this”, he explained.
“Good point”, you admitted. “But… Ok, I feel stupid asking about this
but what about the kisses? If we are together…it would be weird if we didn’t kiss”,
Bucky smiled a little and closed the distance between the two of you,
kissing you softly. His lips were surprisingly warm and gentle, you had never
expected that kind of kiss from him.
“Wow!” You both pulled away to see Tony and Steve coming up from the
lab. “Really? You and brainwashed?” Tony asked.
“Stop calling him that way!” You defended Bucky. Tony was a nickname guy
but sometimes he was too rude.
“It’s ok. I’m used to it by now”, Bucky whispered still holding your
hand. “And yes, Stark, we are together”, he added squeezing your hand. You looked
at Steve who smiled a little bit when he saw Bucky holding your hand. That wasn’t
the reaction you were waiting for to be honest.
“Isn’t it…cold when he touches with his-“ Tony started saying but Steve
cut him off.
“I don’t think that’s your business, Tony, go to the kitchen”, Steve
said pushing him towards the kitchen while he winked at both of you.
“Well… He didn’t look too upset…” you mumbled looking back at Bucky. He smiled
a bit and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Maybe he’s faking”, he suggested.
You sighed and looked down but Bucky made you look up and smiled at you
before kissing your forehead sweetly.
“Don’t worry, trust me.” He said. You nodded slowly and hugged him,
resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed
Some days have passed since you and Bucky started your farce. From your
point of view, it was completely useless with Steve. He didn’t have any kind of
reaction when you and Bucky kissed or hugged or cuddled up on the couch. He actually
looked truly happy about his best friend finding love.
On the other hand, Wanda did look a bit upset when she saw you and Bucky
together, which really made him happy. But he said it was still too soon to
talk to her.
“It’s obvious that she’s jealous, Bucks, why don’t you go and talk to
her?” You asked when you both were lying on your bed at night.
“I don’t know…” He shrugged stroking your hair like he did every night. “Maybe
it’s too soon, you know? We have just started ‘dating’ and Steve is still…” He
frowned looking for the exact words.
“Still not interested in me? Yeah, I noticed”, you said rolling your
“He’ll come around, you’ll see”, he said.
“Look Bucky…” you said sitting up to look at him. “Wanda likes you and
Steve doesn’t like me. It’s obvious. Don’t worry about me and go to get her
before it’s too late.”
He looked at you frowning before hugging you and lying down again,
“No, I’m not leaving you alone when you’re upset. I will talk to her
tomorrow”, he said.
You smiled a little as you got more comfortable against his chest. This was
something you really appreciate and made you see the good friend he was. Eventually
you fell asleep on his arms, after spending some more hours talking about
everything and nothing at the same time. It was one of the best nights you ever
Next morning when you woke up, Bucky was already gone so you stretched and
sat up yawning.
“Good morning FRIDAY, would you please open the curtains and the window?”
You asked as you got up.
“Good morning, miss (Y/L/N), I’m glad to announce that today will not be
raining and it is a perfect day to go surfing. I will give a detailed list of
the closest beaches.” FRIDAY said. She knew how much you loved surfing and as
always, she was right. It was a sunny and warm day with just a little bit on
While you went to the bathroom, FRIDAY told you which beaches were
better today for surfing. Luckily, there was one not too far from New York. At least
you would have something to do today. Quickly, you put on your bikini and got
dressed. This is why you loved summer! Surfing was much easier and better. You also
prepared a bag since you would spend the day out. Your boards were in the lab,
guarded by Tony’s security system so you hurried downstairs.
“Morning everyone!” You said happily.
“Someone is in a good mood today”, Bruce pointed out as you put the bag
on the couch.
“Have you looked outside? It’s a great day to surf!” You said smiling. He
chuckled and nodded.
“Indeed”, he agreed. “Be careful then, and have fun.” He added.
“And take some food.” Natasha added.
You rolled your eyes but went to the kitchen anyway, stopping a little
as you say Bucky and Wanda talking. You walked in silently and went straight to
the fridge, probably he already told her about the little game you two had
going on so you didn’t want to interrupt.
“Morning, baby”, you heard Bucky. Surprised, you turned around and
looked at him as he got up. “Where are you going?” He asked after kissing you
“Eh… I’m going to spend the day surfing in New Jersey…” you said. You saw
how Wanda got up and left the kitchen leaving you two alone. “What are you
doing? Didn’t you tell her?” You asked confused. This wasn’t making any sense
“Oh, cool, can I join you later? I’m going with Steve now to get some
stuff for the party Tony’s throwing on Saturday but it shouldn’t take us long.”
He said without answering your question.
Since he didn’t look like he was going to do it you just sighed and
nodded. He smiled and kissed your cheek before leaving the kitchen as well. You
would just ask him later. You made some lunch for yourself and also took some
cans of Coke before going down to the lab. It took ages to convince Tony so he
would let you drive one of his cars but you finally managed to do it and soon
you were leaving the Avengers Tower driving one of Tony’s Lamborghinis.
You spent the whole morning until noon surfing. It was so relaxing for
you and also helped you to take things out of your mind just like you needed to
do, but also when you were waiting for the waves to come it was the perfect
moment to think about everything.
Bucky was acting so weird. First, he was completely falling for Wanda
but suddenly he didn’t even want to tell you why he didn’t make a move on her
when it was obvious she had feelings for him as well. It didn’t make any sense.
Finally a wave came and after you were done with it you decided to go back to
the shore and have some lunch since you were starving. It didn’t surprise you
to find Bucky seated on your towel.
“You’re really good”, he said as you approached him.
“Thank you”, you smiled at him and sat next to him after putting down
the board on the sand. “I love it”.
He smiled at you and offered you some water that you accepted immediately.
You drank the whole bottle and then looked at him.
“So are you going to tell me now why you didn’t tell Wanda the truth?
She looked pretty upset”, you said. He looked at you and sighed.
“I know and I feel a bit bad but I had to be honest with myself”, he
“What do you mean?” You asked reaching for your bag to take one of the
sandwiches and offering the other to him.
“That this wasn’t planned…” he said looking down at the food. You laughed
a bit and took a bite from the sandwich.
“Actually, it was”, you replied after you swallowed. “This was all your
“Yeah I know, but…” he sighed and looked at you. “Developing feelings
for you wasn’t planned. Not at all.”
You stopped when you were about to take another bite and looked at him.
“I know you’re still upset about Steve but…” he sighed and looked down. “Maybe
you could give me a chance to try and…make this real?”
You looked at the ocean thinking about it. Actually he had been such an
amazing fake boyfriend these last few days. But you didn’t want to break his
heart which could happen if this didn’t work out.
“I know I can make you like me, (Y/N)…” he said. You chuckled a little
and looked at him.
“How can you be so sure?” You asked raising an eyebrow. He smiled and
planted a small kiss on your lips.
“Because I see it in your eyes”, he said making you smile and kiss him again.
Maybe the unplanned could be better somehow than the planned.
#ok but when will the universe give me harry shum in scenes like this hmmmmm - maia............ kindly shut up before my brain explodes
(in reference to this post) also you know you were thinking the same thing, just imagine that smoky, dark aesthetic?? magnus/harry with a gun loosely in his hands and lounging back on a chair, a glass of whiskey on the table……………..he would look so good. i adore his scenes in revenge of the green dragons and i really need more of that kind of stuff. he plays that smooth, charming coldness so well.
i mean i adore magnus being playful and flirty and also magnus being soft and gentle, but i really need some scenes of magnus being so angry he burns ice cold.
A/N: This was a simple request that I took to another level. I must of been feeling some type of way when I started this, probably my own anxiety seeping through my writing. Anyways, I am sorry I made this more into a full blown thing rather than just straight smut, but there is smut, sooo. Ok, I hope whoever requested this enjoys the slight twist.
“Daddy!” I scream out as Jared finishes what he started.
His tongue woking on me through my orgasm, he lifts his head from between my legs and I release my hand from his ombre’d hair. His blue eyes are piercing as the morning sun bounces off them, his lips press against my inner thigh, again over my hip and a trail from there to my neck. I let out a few soft moans with his kisses and a smile appears on my face as he presses his lips to mine. He lays down on his side facing me, his arm wraps around me pulling me in closer, our noses almost touching. He brushes my sweaty stray hairs out of my face, his thumb runs down my cheek where he gently grazes my jawline. I close my eyes enjoying the moments, the sound of his breathing, the feel of his thumb tracing my skin and his arm wrapped around my waist, the smell of him and the LA mornings.
“Come with me?” He whispers.
My eyes open and my brows furrow in confusion, “I just did?” I question back with a hint of sarcasm.
He lets his teeth show through his smile as he lightly shakes his head, “You know what I mean.” His hand squeezes around my waist.
“Jared,” I sigh staring down at his chest, knowing his eyes are my own weakness, “We have talked about this, I can’t, I can’t just up and leave for a whole year.”
“What about six months? Just half the tour, you pick what half.” His thumb comes under my chin lifting my eyes to meet his.
“Jared.” I can’t help but smile at his pouting lip, “How about I start with three months and we will see how I do, sound fair?” I run my index finger over his bottom lip sticking out.
“That is absolutely fine with me.” He leans in and kisses my forehead.
I wiggle out of his grip and head to the bathroom to get in the shower, Jared stayed in the bed and by the time I was done he had a pair of boxers on leaning against the headboard.
“No plans today?” I laugh as I walk out of the bathroom with a towel around me.
“I was waiting for you.” He sits up and looks at me, “We have to head to a couple of stores and then start packing, we leave in a week babe.”
“Ok, well you are going to have to walk me through this ‘tour’ process, like how many bags can I bring, what kind of clothes, what if it gets cold, or hot, how do you know the weather..” I begin pacing at the end of the bed.
“Woah, woah woah, slow down.” Jared hops up from the bed and pulls me into a hug, “A couple of bags, like 2 or 3, we can do laundry. Bring a little bit of everything. I’ll keep you warm. I can buy you a fan. We don’t.” His arms wrap around me a little tighter.
I relax in his embrace, “Ok. Ok. Sorry” I let out a deep breath and kiss his bare chest before he drops his arms.
I finish getting ready as Jared gets in the shower, I meet him downstairs as I am sipping on a cup of coffee leaning against the kitchen counter, as he walks by me he lets his hand fall against my lower back. I turn and look at him and we give mutual smiles, he can read that i’m nervous to go with them and he can see the anxiety setting in my eyes.
“I promise everything will be fine, if you hate day one I’ll get you a flight straight home, ok?” He pours his coffee and leans his back against the counter next to me.
“Mhhm.” I nod as I stare into my hot drink.
I have never been away from LA for more than a few days, this is home for me. Jared had tried to get me across seas with him for vacations before but I continued to turn it down. The first three months of the tour are in the U.S, mostly traveled by bus, then they start to travel the world with their music and that involves flying. Which is where my fear sets in.
It’s the morning we are to leave for tour, Jared had triple checked everything for me the night before but I still wasn’t able to sleep. Either was he, we both tossed and turned throughout the night and before the sun was about to rise he grabbed onto my hand and I squeezed onto his. We laid there in silence until his alarm went off at 5 a.m. Jared’s restless night was from excitement while mine was from a constant thought of everything that could go wrong in the next three months.
The morning goes by quick and before I know it we are sitting on the couch in the huge bus. The guys are talking amongst themselves, talking about what they hope comes from this tour. I watch and admire Jared’s eyes lighting up as he talks, his smile grows to a grin and he leans forward on his knees as he laughs. He sits back in the couch with a chuckle and draped his arm over my shoulder, he places a kiss to my temple and I lean into him. I close my eyes and fall asleep against Jared’s warmth, listening to his laugh.
I wake up with the rough stop of the bus, Jared isn’t by my side and the other guys aren’t sitting around me. I groan as I sit up and lean back against the couch.
“Hey, babe. How you feeling?” Jared walks by me buttoning his shirt.
“Much better. What time is it?” I stand up and walk in front of him to fix a button he had missed.
“It’s 5:30, we are at our first stop. You can stay in the bus tonight, babe.” He rubs his hands up and down my arms.
“Do I look that tired?” I laugh at him and pat his shirt to his chest.
“You look perfect, but I know you haven’t been sleeping well and tonight we are doing meet and greets after the show so it’s going to be late when we are done.” I can feel him staring down at me but I refuse to look back up at him.
“I promise I’ll go to tomorrow’s show.” I bite in my lower lip.
“Don’t worry about it babe, I understand. The first night is always the worst. We have the bunk furthest back or you can have your own in the back on the left.” He presses his lips against my forehead, my cheek and finally he lifts my head and kisses my lips.
I pull him into a hug and it’s returned. The guys walk off the bus and into the first concert arena, we say our goodnights to each other as they close the bus door behind them. I let out a sigh, my neck and back already hurt from sleeping in an awkward position on the couch, it actually felt like I haven’t slept at all. I look around for my bag and grab one of Jared’s long shirts and a pair of underwear and socks. I lock the bathroom door behind me and enjoy a hot shower, letting the water run a little longer on my neck hoping to ease the tension. I change into my clean clothes and place the dirty ones in a trash bag I packed specifically for this reason. I open the bathroom door slightly, making sure no one is in the bus before placing the trash bag by my bag and getting into the bunk on the right. I want to know when he is back and I sleep much better when he is next to me. I check the time on my phone before trying to fall asleep, 8pm.
I hear the commotion of the guys getting back on the bus, all of them in full laughter and conversation. They settle down fairly quickly and I hear the shower start up again. I check my phone again, squinting my eyes to adjust to the brightness, 1:35am.
I close my eyes again but wait for Jared to come to bed before falling asleep. It’s not long and I hear the curtain slide open, he is trying to be quiet as he slides in behind me, his arms warm as he drapes them over my body giving me a slight squeeze. He nuzzles his head into the back of my neck and kisses behind my ear.
“I know that pretty little mind isn’t always pretty. Please sleep tonight.” He whispers in my ear.
I feel an ache in my chest, his words sting but provide comfort. I feel him breathing against my skin and I gulp trying to hold back the tears. I let out a steady breath from my mouth and force myself to relax into him, I close my eyes and wait to fall asleep.
I attend the next show and all the ones that follow for that month. I’ve got to watch them interact with their fans and they act like they’ve known them, making jokes and small talk with them. Watching Jared perform has always given me chills but watching him night after night has given me a whole new meaning to him. His passion fills the entire room each night, his voice sounds better and better and I never thought that was possible, occasionally he will slip me glances and i can’t help but give him the biggest smile.
The downfall of tour, the nights are long and even though I’m with Jared all the time, I’m not really with him. Most nights I head back to the bus after he gives me a sweaty kiss after their last song, they stay and usually talk to the fans for a little and then do another small meet and greet on their way back to the bus. By the time Jared gets back to the bus, showered and calmed down I’m already asleep or just simply exhausted.
Most days are busy with early interviews, early sound checks or the occasional tourist time we get. Then a couple hours before the show they all head back into the bus to change and get ready to put their all in another performance. Today we had a tourist day and I couldn’t wait, we were going to a zoo, since the guys all let me choose. I roll over in the bunk to tap Jared on the nose a few times, his eyes slowly open revealing those icy blue eyes.
“Guess what we get to do today.” I whisper and kiss his nose.
“Please tell me it’s you.” He pulls me in closer.
I let out a sigh from his words, when we are home Jared and I never let two days pass and here we are almost a month into tour and we’ve had no time alone, we have barley had any time to talk. His arms slide down my back and onto my ass, I bite my lip in response.
“Who is ready for the zoo!” Shannon yells out as he jumps out of his bunk.
Jared groans and I let out a laugh. Shannon knocks on the side of our bunk telling us to wake up.
“We are up!” Jared’s arms leave me as he turns and pulls the curtain back, Shannon gives us a smile and throws his shirt on.
We all get out of our beds and get dressed and ready, Shannon hands me a coffee in a to-go cup and a warm smile. We all get out of the bus and Jared links his hand in mine, I can see the entrance of the zoo and Jared pulls on my hand to keep me from running ahead. He lets out a laugh as I roll my eyes at him, once we get in the zoo we all stay together and enjoy the couple of hours of free time we have. Jared and I stop to get a bottle of water and he stands behind me in line, he wraps his arms around my waist and pressed himself against me, I let out a gasp as I feel how hard he is.
“What the actual fuck Jared?” I laugh out.
He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I want to fuck you.” His hand gently runs over my the zipper on my jeans.
I let out a small sigh and turn to face him, “Do we have time?” I bite my lip mid smile.
He pulls out his phone and checks the time, “I thin..”
“Hey! Manager called, they need us to come check some things out with the stage.” Shannon comes walking towards us, “They said it will run right into sound check so bring everything we need.” He hits Jared on the shoulder and starts walking towards the exit with Tomo.
Jared presses his forehead to mine with a groan, “We will make time, I don’t know how much longer I can take it.” He presses his lips to mine. I pull him in closer by the waist and moan into his mouth, “You are not helping.” He laughs as he pulls away from me.
“You are not the only one suffering, I have been trying to be patient for you.” I kiss his jawline.
“I swear if you touch yourself baby girl, I will cancel a show if i have to.” He whispers harshly at me.
I push him back to walk away and he adjust himself and the sweater around his waist, “You are all talk sometimes.” I laugh as I walk towards the exit.
Jared follows behind me and we make our way back onto the bus and it drives off to the arena. The guys are pretty organized, they keep their clothes in order for the next night just to make things easier and it’s one less thing they have to stress about. We all take a seat on the couch waiting to come to a stop.
“Did they say what it was about?” I look at Shannon who was rubbing his palms on his jeans.
“No, didn’t say a word. Just to come back to figure it out.” He shrugs his shoulders slightly, “He didn’t sound stressed, so I am sure it’s nothing major.” He reassures me with a smile.
I smile back and rest my head on the side of Jared’s shoulder. He turns his head towards me and kisses the top off my hair.
“So, have you?” Jared whispers into my hair just enough for me to hear. I tilt my head and give him a confused look, “Have you been playing with yourself?” He whispers again.
I can feel my cheeks blush and I bite my bottom lip to tease him, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I whisper back.
His eyes narrow at me and I turn my face resting on his shoulder again, “Answer the question, baby.” His whisper a little more stern.
“No, I haven’t. Yet.” I turn to look at him and the bus comes to a stop.
Tomo and Shannon get off first and I go to follow after, only Jared grabs my wrist and pulls me back onto the bus. He closes the door and pushes me up against it holding both my hands above my head. He presses his lips to mine and lets out a sigh through his nose. I arch myself towards him and he presses his hips against mine, I can feel his bulge start to grow and I moan into our kiss.
“You better be a good girl because once I get a free moment I am going to fuck you like I do when I come home from tour.” He drops my hands and moves me away from the door, he walks off the bus and leaves me breathing heavy in the door frame.
I step off the bus and my legs give out for a split second as I follow Jared. I meet them on the floor of the arena, I can’t focus on a word they are saying, I just keep watching Jared and thinking of how bad I need him. They get things figured out and Jared walks around the stage one more time before coming back to me.
“No big deal.” He says as his arm wraps around my waist while we walk to the back of the stage, “Now a quick sound check and then showtime, and you will be where I can see you tonight.” He digs his fingers into my side.
I nod my head at him and give him a smirk, he is truly concerned about me getting myself off and I love having that over his head.
The show goes on and I am standing on the side of the stage watching and admiring all of them, Jared check to make sure I’m there periodically and I give him a quick smile. As their last song ends I wait for Jared to come and give me that sweaty kiss.
“Wait outside of the bus.” He says after he kisses me.
He doesn’t give me time to nod or say anything, he is gone back on stage. I make my way out of the arena through the back entrance and walk to the bus, I wait outside the door with my arms crossed over myself to keep warm. I see the back door open up and Jared starts running towards me, I laugh as he is trying to look around to see if anyone is coming.
“Why did you have me wai..” I’m cut off by Jared pushing me up against the bus and his mouth on mine.
His tongue pushes through my lips and I let him enter, his tongue swirling over mine, both of us breathing heavy and his body pressing me up against the bus door. His hands are running against my skin under my shirt and his hands are cool from the outside air, chill run on the outside of my skin but shockwaves are running through my body with his ever move and touch.
“Get in the fucking bus.” He demands as his mouth barley parts from mine.
I quickly turn around and open the door, I walk inside and Jared slams the door closed behind him.
“Strip, everything.” Nothing but power radiates from his voice.
I side my shirt over my head and I wiggle my jeans down to the floor and step out of them, I unclasp my bra from behind and toss it to the side and slide out of my underwear and toss it as well, I kick off my sandals and stand in front of him. His hand palming himself as he looks over me.
“Sit.” He points to the couch behind me and I do as I am told, he smiles at me and I return it, “You wanted to touch yourself so bad, well nows the time baby. Go ahead. show me what a little slut you can be all by yourself.”
His words make my core tremble, I lean back onto the couch and open up my legs. He lets out a heavy sigh as I slide two of my fingers in my mouth and then trail them down to my clit. I keep my eyes on him and he tries to keep eye contact but can’t, he strokes himself more frequently as my fingers rub small circles on myself and my moans start to escape my lips. I close my eyes and tilt my head back and slide my own finger inside me, I moan louder than before and I hear Jared groan in response. When I open my eyes again Jared is kneeling between my legs and he has stripped down himself.
“Let me taste you.” He mumbles against my thigh.
I remove my fingers and watch him as he makes his way closer and closer, his tongue slides up and down my slit and my body shudders at the feeling I’ve been missing. He looks up and me and licks his lips before dipping his tongue into me.
Fuck! Jared!” I moan out and hold onto the back of the couch.
He quickly slaps my thigh and the sting bring me to look at him, “What did you call me?” He gives a small bite to my inner thigh.
“I-I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t stop.” I cry out.
He groans before he brings his tongue back to my clit, my back arches away from the couch and I can’t help but let out screams. He stops again and I groan and writhe in need for more.
“I know you want to ride this dick baby, come on, we don’t have much time.” He picks me up from my waist and as he sits down he pulls me on top of him.
My knees on both side on him, his hands reach up and he squeezes my breasts in his hands, his fingers run over my nipple. I bite my lip to hold back another scream, I grab onto his member and run it over my clit watching him moan before I slide him in me.
“Fuck! Such a tight little slut for me.” He groans as he throws his head back.
I begin bouncing on his member and his hands move to my thighs, he lets one hand trail to my ass where he smack me twice with force. I jump each time and clench around him, he moans and digs his fingertips into my skin.
“Daddy!” I moan out as I feel my orgasm approaching.
He groans knowing what I am trying to say, he holds my hips still and repositions his feet before he thrusts up into me, I instantly collapse forward on his chest in a fit of moans and screams.
“Ahh, my filthy little slut loves when I fuck her like this, huh?” He groans out.
I can barely for any words, so I moan in reply. Jared spanks me harder telling me to reply with words, “Yes daddy! Yes! You are going to make me cum daddy!” I cry out.
“Let me feel you drip down daddy’s dick baby. Cum for me.” He thrust harder up into me.
Within seconds I am digging my nails into his chest and leaning my back screaming out for him, I feel him twitch inside me and his own fingers dig into my skin with low groans coming from his throat. Our movements slow and we wait for our breathing to catch up. He pulls out of me and scoots me back on his lap, I can feel myself run down my thighs and I let out a soft sigh. I rest my head against his chest hearing his heart pounding.
“I fucking needed that.” Jared whispers and I nod against his chest.
I feel Jared turn his head and nod with a slight laugh, I look up at Jared and he has a smug smile across his face.
“What?” I sort of giggle at his expression.
He nods to the bus of the door and my stomach drops as I look to see Shannon holding his phone up to us. I squeal and jump off Jared and into the seat next to him, I cover myself with the throw pillows on the couch.
“What the fuck! Jared, you knew he was here? The whole time?” My face is shock.
“I asked him to, I need something for the rest of the year that you’re not with me.” He bites his bottom lip.
“And so did I.” Shannon laughs, still recording.
“I, I can not believe you two!” I am still trying to wrap my head around the situation.
“Don’t act like you’re not flattered baby, I know my little slut like the extra attention.” Jared gets up and slides on his boxers and then places a small kiss against my lips before sitting next to me again, “Who knows,” He leans in close to me and whispers in my ear, “Maybe next time Shannon will be joining us. That is, if you stay.”
A chill runs through my body at his words, I can feel the ache in my core turn again, “Jared, you know I hate flying though.” I whisper back.
“So, you’re not against it then?” He lets a smile come across his face.
I blush bright red realizing he trapped me in this, I let out a laugh trying to ease my nerves and embarrassment.
“I wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do baby. Don’t worry about it.” Jared gets up and starts to head to the shower.
Shannon has slid his phone in his pocket and was getting ready to get off the bus. My stomach turned from what I was about to say but I didn’t have time to think about my answer.
“I want to stay.” I blurt out.
Both of them stop and look at me and then at each other, Shannon smiles at me and continues to get off the bus and closes the door behind him. Jared walks back over to me and he leans over me, he places his hand around my neck and I let out a sigh in response.
“Such a good girl.” He kisses me once before heading into the shower.
Summary: You and Castiel return to the bunker and try to patch things up with the Winchesters.
Warnings: Nothing, unless you need a fluff warning
A/N: This is a tentative finale. I like the relationship between the reader and Cas, so I may add little drabbles here and there. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, just shoot me an ask or DM.
You had spent the last week and a half spending time with Castiel in that motel room with Castiel and it had been one of the best times of your life. You had almost decided that it wasn’t worth getting dressed since Castiel wouldn’t let you keep your clothes on very long anyways; not that you minded.
“Well, Cas.” you said with a beaming smile. “I think we’re done here.”
He stood up straight and tall and rolled his shoulders, letting his raven colored wings flutter behind him. For the first time in years, he felt like a real angel again. He turned to you and smiled; you noticed he had been doing that more and more recently.