look at him waiting to sign his shirt

anonymous asked:

Nate is low key like "look at my hot boyfriend with his unbuttoned shirt and abs and stuff" but then "wait no mine don't look at him"

OH MY GOD yes the dilemma: to show off ya mans bc it’s ya mans and you’re proud but also to be like “ok he’s mine though you can’t breathe on him”

Nate should just put a cardboard sign over Mikey’s chest that says “Look but don’t touch!!!!! This means you @ [insert teammate’s name]”

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Teacher

Author’s Note: Hey guys! @lucifer-in-leather sent this gif in to me a while ago (sorry this took so long!) and I decided to combine it with a challenge…it seemed to fit well! This is for @beckawinchester ‘s Birthday Challenge! Prompt will be bolded in the fic. I hope you enjoy it and as always feedback is welcome and appreciated! I love all of you. If you would like to join my tag list, send me an ask. I don’t bite. ;)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000-ish

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, Language

Prompts: #5 “How the hell am I supposed to fit in that?” and #1 Bar (Place)

Song: “Teacher” by Nick Jonas (I highly suggest you listen to this song. I love it!)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Fort Wayne, Indiana,” Sam confidently slid his laptop toward you as you sipped on your whiskey while Dean sighed and laid his head back in frustration. “String of female deaths at a bar. Apparently they do an amateur night for girls to dance up on the bar. The girls make some tips while they compete. The top two girls who collect the most cash move on to the finals, ya-da ya-da…”

You rolled your eyes and set your drink down, “Classy.”

“But get this,” Sam started and Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly, “The past three females that have died were one of the finalists. All found in the same dressing room. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. And the cameras show no one going in or out of the room but the girls.”

“Coyote Ugly gone bad,” You muttered and Dean snickered, enjoying your reference. “I will assist on this hunt under one condition…I am not dancing on a bar under any circumstances. You understand me?”

“Crystal clear,” Sam smiled and you stood up, then made your way to your room in the bunker to start packing. “Let’s leave within the hour.”

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Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader gets a phone call from her best friend, Sebastian, who is drunk, and goes to his house to check on him

Word count: 1269

Warnings: Drinking, nothing more i guess

A/N: Sebastian is one of my first new-stage crushes (my first first-stage is john stamos)

Originally posted by bovaria


You got out from the cab and started to walk to your best friend’s house door. It was a raining night and the fact that you were all soaked would remind you of a romantic movie cliché if it wasn’t because you were worried. Sebastian had called you drunk and was babbling about something you didn’t quite get before he suddenly hung up, you got instantly tense and decided to go to his house and checked on him. You stepped outside the door and knocked twice. No one answered. You worried even more and took out the spare key you had. You opened the door, turned on the lights and looked around already inside. 

You walked through Seb’s house waiting to hear some kind of sign of him being there. You could feel your heart beating faster and faster as you started to panic even more than before. Suddenly, a sound that seemed to be a weep caught your ear. You walked to the source of the sound and you almost jumped after watching the scene that was in front of you. 

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“You‘re Josh, remember?“

Request: “I was wondering if you could write a story where the reader meets Josh during a m&g and he instantly takes a liking to her w/o her realising it? Thanks! Btw your blog is my fav thing ever. (:“

(A/N): I hope I didn‘t let down your exceptions. Frankly, in my opinion this is one of my worsts works. Thanks for submitting x 

Words: 921

Originally posted by littleballofemo

You‘ve been standing in this never ending line for your favourite band for over four hours now. A fellow friend of yours was supposed to attend the signing hours with you but unfortunately, he has to work so you‘re all by yourself, surrounded by hundreds - or even thousands - of strangers in this malodorous and small area. Eventually, you‘re just one person away from meeting your favourite humans on earth face to face. At the beginning, could hear Josh greeting the two girls and Tyler‘s voice shortly after, because he‘s sitting at the very end of the table. 

Before you know it, the girls have left and it‘s finally your turn. Your stomach knots up and your breathing becomes rapid and shallow. Your legs start to shake as you take unsteady steps towards the table. You‘re afraid you might trip. The only thing you could concentrate on, is the hammering of your heart against your chest. It seems to be pounding so hard that you feel like it will possibly break your ribs apart. You could not figure out wether it‘s the excitement of meeting your idols or the crippling anxiety that‘s causing your body to react this way. Your eyes are seeing the two men but appearing not to. It‘s almost too good to be true for your brain. Somehow, you manage to utter a high pitched “Hey“ as the security man pushes you forward, despite your empty burning lungs. 

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Kevlar

Spencer comes home still wearing his unfortunate work attire and you have no qualms about getting down to business. 

Warnings: none, just beautiful cutesy goodness

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Something about Spencer turning up at home with his FBI vest still firmly strapped over his fitted button up got you in the mood to rip it and the rest of his clothing right off. The vest was intended to ward off danger and advertise just who the unsub of the day was up against. Right now, it was just succeeding in luring you in.

As it was, you were too tangled in blankets on the couch and too caught in the snares of sleep to convince yourself to get up. Luckily, Spencer spared you the effort and draped himself over your sprawled form. His lips kissed at your hair, forehead, and fluttering eyelids.

“Why aren’t you in bed? This is the prime time for your brain to replenish itself. How do you expect to function at work if you’re always waiting up for me?”

“I was watching my show,” you defended.

“You’re watching the shopping channel. You can admit if you just wanted to see my face,” he teased, brown eyes dancing in reflection of the warm lamp light.

You blinked sleepily at the screen, then up at your gorgeous husband. His hair was combed down across his forehead, one half and jutting up like your hand had already claimed it. You did slid your hands into it, tugging him down to meet your mouth.

“Alright.” He cut off the TV and your advances. “Time for bed.”

The trek down the hallway was one the two of you made in varied states of dress. You tugged at his clothes to recreate one of your favorites. He hummed, pulling you into the bedroom as you worked off that damned vest.

“Wait, wait,” he murmured, mouth letting out the weakest whine when yours latched onto his throat. “I wanted to ask you something before we did this again.”

“This being us making love?”

“Yes,” he panted out as you left a hickey on his collar bone that would bloom with the flowers in the morning.

“So ask.” Sleep was a distant friend now, carnal need awakening not only you mind, but the needy nooks of your body.

“Let’s make a baby.”

You straightened to meet his gaze. “Where’s the question?”

“Do you want to? I got to see Henry today and he’s so beautiful and so smart and JJ is so happy. I want that for us.”

You studied him and his tender gaze. You wondered how it would be when directed at children. You wondered what those soft eyes would look like on that child.

“So let’s be happy, Spence.” You threw your shirt at the far wall and set to work on your leggings.

“You mean it? You want a baby with me? Statistically the odds of us conceiving after only one attempt are not in our favor, but if we do and you’re not really ready, we should decide now to wait.” You kissed him, guiding his hands to unclip your bra. “I may have signed up for a newsletter on daycares in our area today. I know that’s jumping ahead but I just wanted to be prepared whenever you were.” You pushed on his shoulders, easing him down to his knees and sliding your knee over his back to coax him towards your singing heat; you needed both him and it to fall silent.

A flash up of brown settled his eyes on yours and you released a sly smile. “I don’t have a single doubt you’ll be an amazing dad.”

His smile flickered, blindingly brilliant and you had time only to latch on to the strap of his vest before he set to some well-deserved overtime work.

Best Friend confesses Series: Vernon

This is part six of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)

You can always tell when Vernon has been overworking himself, and today is one of those days. Even though you have a shopping trip with Seungkwan scheduled for the afternoon, he’s barely been answering your texts, and on the video call you had last night, he was distracted and kept muttering words under his breath and staring into space. You even receive an annoyed message from Seungkwan begging you to come over early to help cheer him up. Apparently he still hasn’t emerged from the bedroom he slept in the night before despite the fact that he had an early night.

So you gather up some of your things and head over to the dorms. Seungkwan is beyond excited to see you and begins whining when you get in the door. He says Vernon promised that the day off would be a good chance to go shopping, and now he’s just lying around instead. You make some non-committal soothing noises and follow him to the room where Vernon is.

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Office

Request: Some smut with Tim and his secretary at WE please 😘😘😘

Requested by @jadedhillon

AN: This is the first time writing smut so yikess.

You worked at Wayne Enterprises as the CEO’s secretary.  More specifically, Tim Drake’s secretary.   So there you were, knocking on his office doors.  After knocking, there was a faint “come in.”  You smiled and greeted him, “Hi Mr. Drake.  I have papers here that I need you to sign.”  He was on the phone, but gestured for you to come to his desk.  You dropped the papers on the desk and waited for him to finish the call.

He put the phone down and looked up at you.  His eyes then stopped and looked at your lowly buttoned shirt.  You coughed and his attention was averted to your eyes.  His cheeks became flushed and he fixed his tie.  You spoke up again, “Um I have papers for you to…”  You got distracted when he stood up and made his way towards you.

Realizing that you didn’t finish, you went to repeat what you said.  “Anyways, I have-”  You were cut off when Tim pressed his lips against yours.  Your eyes widened in shock and you stood there, not knowing what to do.  He pulled away looking embarrassed, and opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him back into a kiss.  The kiss was needy and passionate.  Being distracted, you didn’t notice him lift you onto the desk.

His lips attached themselves to your neck and he sucked on it, leaving marks.  You moaned in pleasure, encouraging him to continue.  When he pulled away you whimpered at the loss.  He began to unbutton your shirt and pull of your skirt.  Noticing his clothes still on, you started pulling at his shirt.  Tim got what you were saying and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

Then he went back to your neck and nipped at it.  You felt him stick his fingers down your panties and rubbed his fingers against you.  He panted against your neck “Fuck, you’re so wet.”  His fingers slipped into you and began pushing in.  You moaned and rocked your hips.  

“More.”  You begged.  His fingers then pulled away, causing you to whine at the loss.  He whispered into your ear, “Tell me what you want Y/N.”  When you didn’t say anything he pulled away completely.  You wailed “Please, I need yo-”  He pushed into you, making you gasp and screw your eyes shut.  You began rocking your hips against his, moaning repeatedly.  

Tim put his hand against your mouth and said “We can’t let anyone hear you.”  And then he started slamming into you in a fast pace.  The pleasure was amazing.  He was going so fast and it felt so good.  Now there was no way his hands could muffle your moans.  He moaned “You’re doing so good, taking my cock.” You let out a whimper.  Then his hand went down and circled your clit.  Your moans turned into silent screams and you clenched around him.  He let out a loud moan and started pounding into you harder.  

You gripped onto his back and dug your nails in.  At this rate there was no way you would last any longer.  “God you feel so good,” he groaned.  Soon your moans became loud and neither of you worried who heard.  You were so close to the edge.  By his groans you could tell he was to.  His thrusts lost his rhythm and you were clenching.  And then you let go.  Your mouth was wide open and you squeezed his cock tighter.  With a loud groan you felt him cum inside of you.  

He pulled out and rested his head against your shoulder and caught his breath.  Tim smiled against your neck and started leaving small kisses.  “That was amazing. You were amazing.”  He said.  You pulled on your clothes and helped him get back into his.  Before you could leave, he pulled you into a hug and rest his chin on your head.  “I’d really like to do this again.”

You laughed and pulled him into a kiss.  “I would love to.”  

Lunch Time

Requested by Anonymous: “W- What are you doing?” + “Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” + “Make me”.

Requested by Anonymous: “You smell so good” + “You want to do what?” + “Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Warnings: Kinda smutty

Word count: 1300

A/N: Hello, here’s another pair of requests :) I hope everyone likes it, let me know what you think x

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2/?? Sorry for spamming you a bit ahead of time but I wanted to kinda fill your inbox w/ some inspiration? OK! So I was thinking of a couple things. 1st - Sweet fluffy relationship hc's for Shiro, Keith, Hunk, and Lance. Or if that's too many, just Shiro and anyone lmao. What's the general vibe of the relationship like? Are they scared at the beginning? What personal things do they share with them? What do they like doing with them mostly?

If you think you can handle the amount of fluff my body is able to hold than so be it

Shiro

-Shiro does not like the word relationship. It scares hims senseless cause he feels like it comes with this impossible standard he wants to hold himself to but feels he is never good enough

-That being said his s/o will become his rock, the one he turns to at night when things get rough. He may not exactly tell them what is wrong cause he doesn’t want anyone to feel burdened by him but he will seek them out to keep him company

-On those nights he will ramble about his life, his childhood and the things he misses from Earth. All the things he hasn’t shared with the other paladins cause he wants to be their immovable force, their leader who can handle anything

-He is a master at board games, mostly old fashion things like chess, checkers and card games. He finds it keep his mind occupied and sharp and well it is a nice one on one activity that gives him an excuse to spend more time with s/o

-He is just super old fashioned that he probably wants to take them out to fancy restaurants, for long walks, museums and buy tickets to charity events for them to attend

Keith

-The relationship is super casual and neither of them even realize what it really is til someone else, probably Lance, points out that literally everyone in the entire universe sees them as a couple but them

-Labels don’t mean much to them but it does feel kind of nice once its established cause some how it just seems natural to the two of them

-Its lots of not really doing things together but doing their own thing in the same vicinity as each other. Like Keith will be working out and s/o will seek out where he is and sit there to read their book or play their game or whatever

-And they don’t realize it but they are always together. It just kind of happens and Keith doesn’t even realize it until suddenly s/o isn’t there and things feel wrong it makes him anxious but he can’t figure out why

-When he does figure it out he is super flustered by it cause he has been by himself for long and took a weird pride in being a lone wolf but now he wants someone around? What a wuss … but he loves it

-He slowly starts to open up to s/o, it usually happens late at night where he is almost delirious from not sleeping and pushing himself to hard and he just wants to talk about everything but s/o finds it super endearing

-When he wants to get away for a bit he takes s/o and they go on a long ride is the red lion. Sometimes its silent, just enjoying the stars and sometimes he rants and raves but either way they always come back feeling much better than when they left

Lance

-This relationship is super silly and at skins deep seems shallow but they often surprise their friends with how close they really are

-They love to make each other laugh. Lance especially loves to make s/o laugh cause really??? Have you heard them laugh??? Its so great omg hold on one second and I will make them laugh and you will love it!!!!

-They are the hand holding, ironic matching t shirts and pointing at random things and saying “look its you” couple

-Biggest bonding moments is over stupid dares and seeing who can push each other the most

-And of course also when either one expresses any sort of self conscious thoughts its time for cuddles and “how dare you talk about that way when you are an angel. I will fight whoever made you sad even if it was yourself”

-They are just really a bright spot in each others life and really need it when everything else can be so dark and dreary and while others may see it as nothing but silly its actually really important to have someone who they don’t have to worry about making a fool out of themselves in front of

Hunk

-He always had a crush on his s/o but had to be literally forced into asking them out cause he never thought that such a perfect person would ever be interested in him no matter what the signs have said to disprove this. After that first date it becomes hard to imagine a point when the two weren’t together

-They are the hand in each others pockets, unironic matching t shirts and pointing at things saying “Oh look its you! Oh wait nope you are much cuter/sweeter” couple

-The definition of relationship goals tbh

-Like if they had an instagram it would be a shared one where they post pictures of them doing every day domestic stuff and just being adorable together. People would eat it up

-He just wants to do everything for his s/o cause he wants them to be as happy as possible and they deserve the world and he wants to make all of the problems they have ever had go away

-Their perfect nights involve food network, lots of snacks and yelling at the contestants about how they are idiots and what they should have done

-They probably make their friends disgusted by how sweet they are by each other. Like it gets to the point the team wonders if they even remember each others names cause they always use sickly sweet nicknames for each other instead

-Also Hunk makes it his duty to live out every romcom cliche in his dates so there is that to look forward to

-Its just all full of love and communication and wanting to be the best for each other

Cooking?

Jason Todd x reader

A/N: I hope you all love it.  I just got so bored and needed to write something.  I’m really in a writing mood right now so please send requests!!!!!!

    It had been a long night and he was just coming home from patrol.  Jason climbed up the fire escape just thinking about how angry she’d probably be.  Bruce always gave him crap about his jobs and his wounds then lectured him.  He could see it now.

    “Jason this is why we don’t go out looking for fights.  We’re supposed to defend the people.”


    “Why don’t we stop the fights before they can happen.  And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve taken care of about twenty seven drug lords in the past two weeks.”

    “By taken care of you mean kill.”

    “I don’t give a fuck about your no killing rules Bruce.  If they’re motivated they’ll come back.”

    “Not everyone gets resurrected in the Lazarus Pit, Jason.”

He just hoped you would understand.

Jason sneaks through the window and checks the area.  He doesn’t know why.  This is his apartment, but it’s a habit he made throughout the years from being under the radar.  The lights are on in the kitchen making the home itself look relaxing and calm.  He looks over at the living room.  The TV is on casting colors of light onto the wall like a rainbow.  He comes closer only to see her on the couch out cold.  He grinned when he saw her messy hair and how she was sprawled out on the couch in his t-shirt.  She probably tried to wait up for him again.  Jason scooped her up in his arms and took her to their room.

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Jason woke up to light beams coming through his windows.  He reached out to pull her closer, but there was no one there.  He peeled his eyes open to look for any sign of her.  Then, he heard glass break in the kitchen and his heart stopped.  He grabbed his pocket knife that was sitting on the night stand and slowing made his way to the kitchen.

She was kneeling on the ground picking up glass from a shattered plate she had dropped.  The smell of burnt pancakes filled the room.  He sat the pocket knife on the kitchen counter and smirked down at her.

“Cooking?”

“Shut up,” she mumbled tossing the glass into the garbage can.  She flopped onto the couch covering her face with her hands. “I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

Jason walked over to the stove and turned off the burners eyeing the black pancakes.  He laughed,“I think you should leave the cooking to me.”

“You just think you’re a top chef because Alfred taught you how to cook.”  Jason bent down to her level and removed her hands from her face.  He grinned and kissed her nose.

“Babe I love you, but your cooking’s gonna put me in the hospital.”

“I’m not the one that’s gonna put you in the hospital,” she scolded and pulled up his shirt inspecting the new bruises littering his body.

“Babe…..”

“No,” she interrupted, “Shhh. Don’t speak just make me food. I’m starving.”

Favorite Things-chapter 5

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Summary- Max gets to play bodyguard and takes Avonlea out on a real date. All in all, a pretty good day for him. They are starting to feel more confident in each other’s company and get to know each other better.

Warnings- Pretty fluffy. Like really really fluffy. Prepare yourselves for charming Max.

Word Count-2.5kish

Author’s Note- So, instead of feeling guilty about the whole agent thing…Max, has rationalized that episode and now he’s basically going to get rewarded for it. No creeping in this one. Next chapter yes, there will be a whole lot of creepy Max…like really creepy… and smut. I’m tweaking Max’s backstory a little. I added to it. I want to thank @supererogatoryblog for introducing me to the song Crazy Love by Mindy Gledhill….it is such a Max song and it goes with this chapter soooooo well.  Her whole Anchor album is super cute. You are awesome. This chapter is not beta’d. None of them are.

I live for comments and feedback. Please share if you like it.

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Max waited in the hall for Avonlea. She returned a few minutes later. She wore jeans and t-shirt from a band he had never heard of. She had a purse and was pulling a rolling bag cart behind her. Her eyes were still red and puffy, her cheeks tear stained. It broke his heart knowing he was the cause of it, but if the results were her depending on him, then it was all worth it in the end.

They walked together in relative silence 2 blocks to the local grocery store. Avonlea looked around nervously down the street and over her shoulder watching and waiting for any sign of her possible stalker.

He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “Relax, its broad daylight. You’re walking with me. Nothing is going to happen.”

“Oh no…what if he comes after you next?” She looked at him with wide eyes. His heart fluttered at the genuine concern in her eyes.

“I promise you, I will be fine. C’mon. Let’s go get your food.” He held open the door to the store open for her and followed her in.

She stood over to the side of the entrance near community bulletin board with her little cart and pulled out her planner. She had a list written in order of isle and food type. She pursed her lips and tapped them with her fingers as she mentally made a plan for a path through the store. She set out to her first destination and Max shadowed her. He watched her as she consulted her list and scanned the shelves. She read labels, compared prices and ingredients. Occasionally, he would reach things on the higher shelves for her when her tippy toes failed her.

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 8: The Time Jungkook Nearly Killed The Tutor With His Cooking

Recommended Song: Eat by Zion.T

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Summary:

You arrive in Korea where surprises await you.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2887

Length: 8/?

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Character A is injured. Character B works in the ER.

This was bad. Sirius should be asleep to be fresh and ready for his interview tomorrow, but instead, he was sitting in an uncomfortable ER chair next to his best friend, his eye swelling, his lip throbbing, and his chest on fire.

In Sirius’ defense, he had warned the other guy that he would punch his lights out if he kept talking. He’d even been kind enough to give the asshole two punches before serving the guy’s ass on a platter.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Padfoot,” James said, even though he was holding a cloth against his split eyebrow. Sirius rolled his eyes and barked out a laugh that turned into a pained gasp. Bruised rib then.

“Hey, I told the guy—“

“Yeah yeah, you’re a real saint. You could have just walked out of the bar,” James retorted, but his smile gave him away. 

“You know, you’re right, but when some dick hole starts spewing filth, well, I can’t just let that slide,” Sirius says with a small, ginger, shrug.

“That’s truly noble, my friend, but a black eye isn’t going to look so great for that interview,” James chided. Sirius didn’t have a reply for that. It wouldn’t look good, and he needed to make a good impression on Dumbledore.

“Potter?” a voice called, clear across the relative chaos around them. James and Sirius looked up to find an unfairly attractive woman with dark red hair scanning the room.

“That’s me!” James called, lunging out of his chair before sitting back down with a sharp his. Bruised ribs for him too then. Sirius really should have seen the asshole’s friend swinging a chair. Hindsight and all that shit.

“Damn, Prongs, if you don’t make a move—“

“Are you kidding? I’m totally going to make a move! Shit, how do I look?” James turned to Sirius, and fuck, he looked so earnest it hurt.

“Great, Prongs, really, you look like a catch,” Sirius said with his best impression of a straight face. James scowled.

“Yeah, fuck you, I hope they decide that you’re injuries aren’t severe enough for meds,” James grumbled as he stood again. The woman was watching the two of them, and looking at her longer, Sirius could tell that she was probably exhausted. Her hair was pulled into a haphazard bun and the bags under her eyes were impressive.

“Love you too,” Sirius called after his best friend with a wide smile. The pain in his lip was worth it.  

James had only been gone for a moment when a smooth male voice called “Black.”

Sirius looked up automatically and his blood froze. A man with dusty brown hair and eye circles that rivaled hot-redhead’s was standing by the check in counter, looking down at what Sirius assumed were his intake forms. 

Say what you will, Sirius Black remembers every partner he has. Maybe not last names, but he has a knack for faces, and he and that face had become well acquainted in undergrad.

Remus Lupin had been in his sophomore literature class. He’d been wickedly smart, with a humor that was subtle but cutting. Sirius had fallen head over heels for him, and they’d hooked up a few times, had studied together, had even been on outings that could be called proper dates, but then Remus had dropped off the face of the damn earth.

Remus finally looked up from the clip board and scanned the room, his eyes gliding right over Sirius.

“Black? Sirius Black?” He called again. Sirius felt his stomach lurch and he raised a hand slowly. Finally Remus’s eyes met his own.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Sirius said slowly. He was vain, sure, but not vain enough to think that Remus would remember him from six years ago. Still, he had to admit that Remus’s utter lack of recognition hurt. Remus looked back down at the clip board, obviously waiting for Sirius to get his ass out of the hard plastic chair. 

Actually standing was easier said than done. Sirius felt a deep stab of pain in his chest and had to pause to catch his breath.

“Woah, okay,” a soft voice said, closer to Sirius than he expected. A broad hand cupped his elbow and Sirius sucked in a sharp breath when he looked up to see Remus hovering over him.

“You okay?” he asked, brows furrowed. He looked older than Sirius remembered him. Up close, there were scars on his face, and the dark circles under his eyes looks like dark bruises. His face was lightly lined, far more than would be expected of a person in their late twenties.

“Well, I can say I’ve been better, doc,” Sirius quipped as Remus helped him stand. Rather than let him go, Remus towed him over towards the beds that lined one of the emergency room walls.

“Hey, doctor, anyway you could make him prettier?” Sirius asked the red head who was standing over James. His best friend flashed a rude hand gesture while the doctor snorted.

“I’m not in plastics,” she said dryly and Sirius’s brows shot up.

“Oh, Prongs, I like her,” he said.

“Okay, on the bed first, then you can banter,” Remus said, exasperated already. Sirius smirked and levered himself down, hissing at the change in pressure on his chest.

“What’d you two get into?” the other doctor asked as she scribbled something on James’s chart.

“Oh, just your average night of revelry,” James said with a smirk. The doctor pursed her lips but didn’t say anything else.

The next hour was one Sirius wished he could forget. Remus and a pretty blond had helped him out of his shirt and looked him over. He’d been sent for x-rays and CT scans, been prodded and checked over.

Having James helped pass the time, but now his best friend was getting his own CT scan and Sirius was left waiting in the hospital bed. He pressed the call button on his bed remote idly, hoping that someone funny would show up.

The curtain opened to reveal Remus, annoyance etched into his features.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, looking Sirius over for signs of distress.

“I…uh, just bored,” Sirius grimaced. Remus’s frown deepened. “Sorry, I thought a nurse would show up,” he said weakly.

“Well, we’re understaffed at the moment, and honestly, nurses don’t have time for this kind of thing,” Remus said. He waited a moment before turning.

“Hey, wait! While you’re here,” Sirius said before he could stop himself. Remus paused and turned back. He didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows, waiting.

“Uh, sorry, this is probably fuckin’ weird, but, do you remember me?” Sirius asked. Remus stared at him for a few moments and Sirius felt his stomach clench uncomfortably.

“I only ask—we had a class together, once, and, well, we—“

“I remember you,” Remus said quietly. Sirius blinked at him.

“You do?” he asked, honestly surprised. Remus nodded, stepping closer to the bed and tweaking the curtain behind him.

“You’re hard to forget, Sirius,” Remus said with a small smirk. Sirius felt his heartbeat quicken.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked quietly. 

“Because it was years ago?” Remus said, “Because we went on maybe three dates and then never saw each other again? And because I’m your doctor and you’re my patient.” 

“That—those were dates?” Sirius asked, unable to stop his smirk. He felt somewhat giddy, which could have been the excitement of realizing that his long harbored crush considered their previous meetings dates.

More likely, the pain killers were beginning to kick in. By the look on Remus’s face, he thought so too.

“Well,” he started with a sigh, looking away to hide his smile, “it was a long time ago.” the doctor stood and no! No nononono!

“Hey—wait,” Sirius leaned forward and grabbed Remus’s hand (which he thought was very impressive considering that hand was dancing so much) “We should do it again! Well,” Sirius found himself giggling, “well, not IT, or, we could, if you wanted, but only if you wanted, I’m all about consent.”

“Oh, okay, that’s the medication,” Remus said with another, really really, cute smile. There was an odd mixture of relief and disappointment in his tone.

“Yeah,” Sirius sighed, but that’s not what he meant, “Wait, no! Like, yeah, I can feel them, they’re great, good shit, top notch, but I mean it!” Remus raised his eyebrows and they started to mesh together. Weird.

“I mean like, yeah, Remus, I kinda—like, REALLY KINDA, like actually totally, want to date the crap out of you,” Sirius said with his best serious tone. 

“Okay, well, once you’re not hopped up on pain meds and come to your senses,” Remus started.

“No wait, but really, I’m serious!” Sirius said quickly. he looked around as much as he could without letting Remus’s hand go and grabbed his wallet. He flipped the bifold open and held up his ID. “See? I’m Sirius! And also serious.”

This time Remus did laugh, a snorting, small chuckle that flooded Sirius with warmth. He felt like he was floating above the bed, but Remus’s hand was anchoring him, keeping him from floating away.

“I really, really want to try again,” Sirius said, staring at Remus’s eyebrows, which were currently tangoing up his forehead, “you’re crazy talented eyebrows be damned.” Remus looked down at him, mouthing “eyebrows” and heaved one more sigh.

“Okay, look, I’m not saying yes or no while you’re high as a kite,” Remus said, serious, but there was a hint of a smile around the corner’s of his mouth. He pulled his hand away slowly, and there was nothing Sirius could do because Remus’s hand melted and then became solid again around a pen he was suddenly holding. He scribbled on a piece of paper for a moment and tore the scrap off the larger sheet.

“I’m going to put my number in your wallet, and IF you can remember any of this, call me,” he said, tucking the paper into Sirius’s wallet.

“Okay, that’s cool, yeah,” Sirius said slowly, “I’m all for that, just…” he trailed off, staring at his wallet.

“Yes?” Remus asked patiently.

“I just need to know…what language you wrote that shit in, so I can google translate it later,” Sirius said, looking from his wallet to Remus with wide eyes.

“I don’t know Egyptian pictures,” he said, obviously concerned. Remus laughed again, louder this time, and Sirius felt like there were bubbles popping in his head. It was great.

“I have faith in you,” Remus said, still chuckling. Sirius felt his eyes start to droop and realized for the first time just how tired he was.

“Okay…I’m gonna, nappy bye,” he slurred with a smile. Remus nodded.

“Okay, you nappy bye. I’ll come check on you in a little while.”

“Yeah you will,” Sirius said, or tried to say. He was ninety percent sure he said it, but the room had gone dark and fuzzy and warm and he could tell Remus later, just in case.

anonymous asked:

Could I possibly request a fluffy Ravi x Reader scenario where you are going on 'We got Married' but he is super nervous trying to impress you? Thank you!!! 😆

This has been sent 8 months ago /hides away in shame/ 

Ravi x Reader

Fluff

Word count: 2,881

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As a person who barely has time to follow up whatever is going on in the world of entertainment, it was a huge surprise to receive a call from the writers of We Got Married. To celebrate the show’s 10th anniversary, the writers thought it would be a great idea to include non-celebrities for a special episode. One of the directors was a friend of your bestfriend, and while taking about the episode the director said they didn’t need people who are fans of Kpop and all, since they were aiming at what might seem like a normal marriage instead of a fan x idol relationship. Needless to say, you were a perfect match.

You were done getting your make up fixed when a writer approached you, informing you that the shooting will start in 10 minutes. You were very nervous, having been kept in the blue without being told who your partner is. Your partner on the other hand, was waiting for your arrival in a coffee shop close to the broadcast station. When VIXX received a mission card while waiting in the dressing room after one of their stages, they all thought it would be Hakyeon. 

“Honestly, is there anything he can’t do?”

Taekwoon exclaimed and Hakyeon smiled shyly. Even though he was always willing to do anything to help promote his group members, he wished that someone else would be chosen for this show. Upon reading Wonsik’s name on the mission card, he smiled sheepishly and exchanged looks with Taekwoon before showing his members the card. 

Wonsik’s jaw dropped, and his cheeks and ears turned bright red. He held the mission card in his hand and then looked at his members for help. 

“You can do it!” 

Hongbin said as he placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder for moral support, before bursting out laughing. Wonsik has always been awkward around girls, overly sweet with his sister and close female friends, but totally awkward around strangers.  he thought to himself as he smiled to the camera and held the card so his name would appear very clearly. 

He was now sitting in the coffee shop, waiting for your arrival and wondering what you looked like. Looks don’t matter, he thought as he looked at the menu and wondered if he should get you something to drink. He really wanted to leave a good first impression on you, so he spent a good 15 minutes staring at the menu, asking himself if you’d prefer something decaf, skimmed milk, or maybe a juice?

He settled on a skimmed milk caramel latte, praying that you weren’t lactose intolerant. 10 minutes passed until he received a sign that you were on your way to the coffee shop. His heart skipped a beat and he looked at his manager for help. 

“Do I look good? Is my hair okay?” 

His manager gave him a thumps up and hid behind a corner, waiting for your arrival. Writers and camera were soon approaching the coffee shop surrounding you. Wonsik stood up when he saw you entering the coffee shop followed by cameras and staff. He fixed his shirt and cleared his throat before drawing a smile on his face and walking in your direction. 

When you finally entered the coffee shop and realized that your partner is none other than VIXX’s rapper, Ravi, your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t a huge Kpop fan but it was almost impossible not to know about VIXX, with all the interesting concepts they come up with and their OST songs and their collaborations. 

He held his hand up to shake your hand. You smiled shyly when you noticed that both your hands were shaking nervously as they touched. 

“Have a seat.” 

He said after pulling his hand away and blushing. He then pulled the chair for you and took the seat facing you before saying: 

“I… I ordered you a latte. Skimmed milk. Is that okay?”

You nodded and sipped your drink silently. He fiddled with his fingers for a couple of seconds before saying: 

“My name is Ravi. I’m VIXX’s rapper. You can call me Wonsik. If you want to. I mean… that’s my off-screen name… my real name.” 

You smiled at his shy stutter and then said: 

“I know. I… I’ve heard a couple of your songs.” 

He blushed. He was worried that you’d be completely unaware of his existence. Now that you turned out to know who VIXX are, he wondered if you liked them. 

“And they’re really good.” 

You added, as if answering the question roaming in his head. A shy smile crept into his lips as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. 

“Thank you.”

You then gave him your name and job before adding: 

“I never thought I’d be a part of this show.” 

“Me neither.” 

He said and then continued: 

“The members say I’m really awkward around girls. Even our fans started noticing that. I… I just hope I don’t pass my awkwardness to you.” 

“Don’t worry. We’ll make this work together.” 

You said and then sipped your drink. He stared at you as he thought if you two could really make this work. He wasn’t an expert, but to him, you seemed like a good person. He was now worried if he’d fit your standards. 

Before he could say anything else, a writer approaches with a mission card. Wonsik takes the card and looks at you before opening it. He then reads: 

“As a newly married couple, head to the following address to take a look at your apartment.” 

You were both blushing in silence, avoiding looking at each other, until he finally said: 

“Sounds exciting. Shall we go?”

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One your way to the apartment, Wonsik was wondering who the other couple are. He used his phone to ask his manager and was surprised to know the other husband was Monsta X’s Wonho. 

“We’re not very close yet, but he has an interesting personality.” 

He said and you simply hummed in response, your eyes focused on the road ahead of you. 

“Ah~ I guess the other wife got the better husband.” 

He giggled awkwardly after his last sentence and you took a quick glance at him before saying: 

“I don’t think so.” 

You paused for a couple of seconds and he was staring at you in disbelief. You took another glance at him before adding: 

“I think you’re more attractive and quite handsome actually.” 

“You’re saying this because you’re already stuck with me.” 

“Of course not!” 

You argued back. 

“I’m serious.” 

Trying to hide the blush creeping into his cheeks, he looked out of the window before saying: 

“We’re almost there.” 

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You arrived 5 minutes later to an apartment building not very far from the broadcasting stations.  you thought to yourself. Wonsik looked at you and then said: 

“Shall we go see our apartment?”

“Sure.” 

You climbed the few stairs at the entrance of the building before riding the elevator with him. As you arrived to the floor were the apartment was located, Wonsik let you out of the elevator first before following you as he took the key out of his pocket. You both stood nervously in front of the door for a couple of seconds before he put the key in the keyhole and opened the door. 

Wonsik, again, let you in first before following you inside the apartment. It was a relatively small apartment, furnished with the necessities of a newlywed couple. 

You followed him into the rest of the apartment. He entered a bedroom that turned out to be the master bedroom. He blushed and then turned to look at you as he said: 

“It’s really nice in here.” 

“It is.” 

He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to his before saying: 

“Sit down.” 

You sat down next to him, keeping a tiny space between your legs. 

“It’s a nice place.” 

He hummed his agreement. 

“I think there is another room for the kids.” 

He said and then turned to look at you to find a shy smile on your face. 

“We can worry about that later.”

He said and cursed himself internally. He wanted to initiate a conversation with you, but he could think of nothing else to say. He looked at you again and wondered if what he said make you feel awkward. 

“Shall we look around the rest of the house?”

You said, interrupting the awkward silence between the two of you. 

“Let’s go.” 

He followed you toward the kitchen at the end of the hall. He opened the cupboard to find that they were packed. 

“Are you hungry?”

He asked as one of the writers approached you with another mission card. 

“Open it.” 

Wonsik said and waited for you to reveal the next mission. 

“Prepare a simple family meal.” 

He exchanged looks with you and then he looked at the camera and shrugged his shoulders. 

“I’ve never cooked before. Did you watch me in that cooking show begging for help? I’ve never even fried eggs before.” 

He whined and you giggled. 

“I can help.” 

He looked at you and then asked: 

“Do you want to cook on your first day as a wife?”

The word rang in your ear, wife. It sounded cute coming out of his lips. You nodded. You then found your way around the kitchen and he helped with locating the necessary tools until you could both cook a simple meal together. He was struggling the whole time, trying to follow your instructions but he could barely hand you a spoon or tie the apron around your middle, which he did with shaky hands. 

When you were done, you sat to the table to eat the meal you, kind of, prepared together. He was looking at the plate in admiration, a smile adorning his face. He looked up at you before picking up the fork and attempting to feed you. A blush crept into your cheeks as you looked at the cameras and then opened your mouth to take in a bite. 

After finishing your meal, you moved to the living room. You sat next to each other, awkwardly looking around the room for something to talk about. He noticed a clock hanging on the wall with music notes instead of numbers. He turned to look at you as he asked: 

“So, did you hear any of our songs?”

You nodded, and then added: 

“I heard The Closer a while ago, Eternity and Error I think. Ah.. I also heard your solo song, Bomb I think?”

A proud smile crept into his lips. He fiddled with his fingers before looking at the writers and asking: 

“Can we go somewhere else?”

“Like what?”

One of them asked. 

“To my studio. I’d like to show her some of my compositions.” 

You were thrilled to hear his suggestion. You looked at the writers who were discussing the matter with one of the directors before he gave a thumps up. Wonsik smiled before grabbing his phone and helping you off the couch.

“Do you want to go?”

“I’d love to!” 

“Let’s go then.”

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You walked into Wonsik’s studio to find one of his friends and a puppy running around the place. The guy froze in his place when he saw cameras walk into the room. 

“Badass!” 

Wonsik called and the puppy turned around and stared at him for a couple of seconds before letting out squeaky barks and running in Wonsik’s direction. You knelt down next to the puppy and it took a few steps backwards and then let out a bark before moving toward you again. You petted the puppy’s back and ears and it nuzzled into your hand.

“He’s so cute!”

Wonsik knelt down next to you and the puppy jumped in his lap and licked his face. He laughed as he carried the puppy in his arms and then asked you: 

“Do you want to listen to some of the music we make here?”

“Sure!” 

You followed him into his studio, greeting a couple more of his friends on the way. He asked you to sit on the couch behind his computer before taking his seat. 

“Give me the puppy.”

“Are you sure? He… he farts sometimes and it’s… smelly.” 

You laughed as you took the puppy out of his hands and sat down on the couch again. He turned to look at his computer, wondering what style of music you would like. He spent quite some time flipping through his folders, going back and forth between them until he settled for one. 

He clicked ‘play’ and then turned to face you. The song was playing in the background as he got from his seat and sat down next to you on the couch. 

“I made this a few weeks ago. You’re the first one to listen to it.” 

“Really?”

He nodded. 

“Thank you! This means a lot to me.” 

The puppy suddenly jumped in his lap and he giggled before looking at you and saying: 

“It feels like we’re really a family and Badass is our baby.”

You chuckled and the puppy looked at you in confusion. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever call my child badass though.” 

Wonsik laughed and the puppy was startled. a writer handed you a mission card entitled “Finale.” You looked at Wonsik and his smile disappeared when he read what the card said. 

“Do we really have to open it now?”

He asked in disappointment and the writer nodded. He looked at you and smiled as he said: 

“I wish this wasn’t a special episode.” 

“Me too.” 

He then opened the card and read: 

“Do something to make your partner’s heart flutter once and for all.” 

Wonsik scratched the back of his head as he thought of something to do. 

“I’ve said this before; I’m not good at making girls’ hearts flutter.” 

The writers laughed and he giggled in embarrassment. You smiled as you looked at his cute nose scrunch. An idea popped in your head and you were it would make his heart flutter. You used your chance as he was looking away before leaning forward and pecking his cheek. 

He turned around abruptly and stared at you in disbelief. Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, matching his cheeks. He placed his hand on his cheek as he continued to stare at you, causing you to hide your face behind your hands. 

“That was… I…”

He turned to look at the writers.

“This definitely made my heart flutter.” 

He put his hand on his chest and then added: 

“It’s still beating really hard.” 

“Stop it.” 

You said as you giggled shyly. 

“I never thought you’d be so brave.” 

He said teasingly as he got from his seat and placed the puppy on the floor. You followed him out of the studio and into the living room as you said: 

“I had to prove that I really like the husband I got.” 

The corners of his lips lifted up in a smile. One of the writers motioned him to move toward the door as it was time to say goodbye. 

“Is it time already?”

A pout creeps into your lips as you walked with him toward the door. He held your hand in his and stared at you before clearing his throat and saying:

“I had a wonderful time today. Even though it was really short, but… I will never forget this day.” 

You swallowed hard as the butterflies in your tummy unleashed. You pushed a lock of hair behind your ear and then said:

“I really enjoyed my time. I’ve seen you before on T.V. but I never imagined I’d be briefly married to you. I… I really wish we had more time together.” 

“Me too.” 

He then let go of your hand as he said: 

“One second.” 

He went inside the studio and came back with a cushion in his hand. He looked at it proudly and then said: 

“This is the cover of my solo album. I… I want you to keep it.” 

Your eyes widened in surprised as you stared at the cushion. You took it our of his hand and continued to stare at it, giving him the chance to lean in and print a quick peck on your cheek. 

You lifted your head up and met his gaze. 

“I made your heart flutter, didn’t I?”

You hugged the cushion tightly and bit your lower lip as you averted your eyes away from him. 

“I should go.” 

You opened the door and he held it for you as he reached for your hand one last time. 

“Thank you.”

“I’ll keep my eyes on you from now on, so you better make more music.” 

You said as you waved at him. He waved back, a smile on his lips as he said: 

“I will, but you have to promise to be my number one fan.”

The elevator’s door opened and you got in, your eyes still focused on him. As the elevator’s door started closing, you yelled:

“I already am.” 

anonymous asked:

If I may, for your fic prompt for sunday, how about like the monster of the week turns Derek into miniature size derek (in beta wolf form) and Stiles can't stop picking him up and carrying him. This is probably not a very good prompt but mini derek with little ears and a tail brings me happiness haha.

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Derek blinks, and the world looks incredibly different. What happened? Did the witch transport him somewhere? He’s being smothered by some sort of enormous blanket. He feels odd, like he’s stuck in between shifts. Derek feels up his head and finds he’s got a fluffy pair of wolf ears instead of his human ones, and there’s a tail protruding from his spine.

And he’s naked for some reason. Derek pushes at the fabric, frowning at the color as he tries to fight his way out of it. Something fwips him in the face, and Derek frowns at the sign— MACHINE WASH COLD, WASH WITH LIKE COLORS— 

Wait a minute.

Derek struggles, and then the huge fabric gives way to light. 

“Derek is still here!” a voice says triumphantly.

What.

Why is everyone so huge— 

No way. 

Derek grabs the hem of his now ginormous shirt, and yanks it over himself. This is ridiculous, what is even happening, why does he even look like this— and why is his tail wagging—

Stiles looms over him, bringing his face down and grinning. “Hey, the witch shrunk Derek,” he says. “And he has a tail!” Stiles says delightedly.

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I have no idea why, but I can totally picture Dean as a children’s/teen librarian at the central public library of a big city. He fights to get comic books ordered in, both literature minded things like Persepolis and Sandman and things like Batman and The Avengers. Anytime some one wants to organize a boys will like/girls will love display he’ll come in after hours and mix them up, cheerfully defacing the signs to say everyone will love these books. He never talks down to the kids and encourages them to read well above their age.

He regularly gets in trouble for suggesting books to kids that might not be ‘appropriate’ with you know the sex and the violence, but all his work has improved teen foot traffic by 200% and his youth book clubs have waiting lists.

And maybe a bunch of the moms who come in for book babies in the afternoon never object to the eye candy of Dean on step ladders reaching up to put up seasonal homemade signs, t-shirt riding up just a little. He flirts outrageously with them but when he gets roped into running book babies he knows EVERY verse of the wheels on the bus. The moms swoon.

They swoon even more the day he has his own baby with him, a chubby cheeked little girl in a onesie that looks like the AC/DC logo but says AB/CD her brown hair gelled into a faux hawk.

He spends the day with her strapped against him as he leads a teen discussion on Maggie the Mechanic and Ghost World. The girls in the group giggle as the baby drools on him, and eats the edge of a catwoman board book.

They don’t notice the guy with the beard and hat stand at the back of the room, but Dean and the baby do. They both wave at Benny, who is always happy to watch Dean do his thing.

Benny doesn’t read a lot, but Dean is so passionate about what he’s talking about that Benny ends up grabbing three volumes of Love and Rockets to check out before they leave.

NCIS Imagine: Gibbs Telling McGee You Like Him

Requested by: @profiler-in-training

Originally posted by emotionally-unstable-whovian


Love Is Blind

You have to mask your excitement when Gibbs announces you and McGee were going undercover as a couple.

You look at McGee at the announcement,  who gives you a smile and a nod before turning back to Gibbs and asking for more details on the case.

You end up having to ask Gibbs, flushing at the raised eyebrows, quick glance at McGee, and a slight smirk you swear you see, for the instructions again later because you had been lost the entire conversation, daydreaming about holding hands with McGee.


If McGee noticed how flustered you were, or was flustered himself with every touch and undercover sweet talk, he didn’t show one damn sign of it.


You’re going to ask him out. You can’t keep dancing around your feelings.

You at least need to know if he feels the same way you do, although from what you’ve seen in this mission, you doubt he feels anything for you other than friendship.


“Tim?”

“Yeah, hold on one second, [Y/N].”

Your hands are wringing the hem of your shirt, and you shift from foot to foot waiting for McGee to look up from his computer screen.

He gives the keyboard a final hard tap before he pushes back from his desk and smiles at you. “What’s up?”

“I, uhm,” you swallow down your nerves. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks later?”

“Drinks?” McGee blinks at you. 

All you can do is nod and fight to keep the blush off your face.

McGee looks like he’s trying to formulate some sort of sentence, and you’re already sure he’s going to shoot you down. He opens his mouth and then closes it. 

Open. 

Close.

“For God’s sakes, McGee! [Y/N] likes you. She’s in love with you. And I’m damn sure you feel the same way, so get dressed up and take her somewhere nice!”

It seems Gibbs was as tired of waiting as you were.

Your boss strides out of the office, shaking his head as he leaves to go home without another word. You think you see him shoot you a wink at you as he passes, but the moment is too quick for you to be sure.

Silence.

McGee stands up after a minute, grabs his stuff, and offers you his hand to hold hesitantly.

You grab it without a second thought.

As you walk out to the parking lot, hand in hand, you decide that you need to buy Gibbs some sort of a gift for outing your feelings out to McGee.

Maybe you’d buy him a lifetime supply of coffee.

You lean back up and pull McGee in for a longer kiss.

Scratch that. You’re definitely going to buy him a lifetime supply of coffee.

And some nice Bourbon.

McGee’s hand finds its way to the small of your back and pulls you forward so that you’re right against his chest, never once breaking the kiss.

A lifetime supply of coffee, a nice bottle of Bourbon and a brand new set of tools for his boat.

Most definitely.


He Should

Original Imagine: Imagine Elijah worrying that Klaus is too rough with you during sex so he decides to show his brother how to treat you.
Imagine Elijah getting jealous after he finds out Klaus fucked you

Author: Damon Mikaelson

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 1944

Warnings: Smut

Comment: I hope you all enjoy. I got so many compliments from the last one (Bad Day), so thank you for all of them. I think this is a good second part. Enjoy!

I slowly walked down the hall of the Mikaelson’s mansion into my room. I had been with Klaus for quite sometime and I cared for him. It was just sometimes he would get rough with me, especially when he was angry. I would have stopped him if I was in real pain. It’s just when I’m with him, I forget my limits. He’s a hybrid vampire werewolf and I’m just human. It’s hard to remember that you don’t heal when you’re with someone who does. I look at the bruises that covered my body and the large bites on my neck and thigh. I never knew how to tell the all mighty hybrid to be slightly gentler. I like it when he gets rough, but sometimes, not often, he gets too rough.

I groggily walked into my room and my forearm began to hurt.  Slowly rolling up my sleeve, I look down to a new bruise forming and wince.

            There was a knock at the door causing my eyes to glace up.

            “Elijah?” I said with a smile while I covered my forearm. I straighten my back and tried not to look hurt. 

            “Are you alright?”

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