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Wrapped Around Her Finger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Becca Barnes (3 yrs old)

Warning: Cuteness // Fluffiness

Prompts: “Free Willy keep it in the tub.” - “Is that my shirt?”
This was for @atari-writes I hope you enjoy and thank you for the Bucky love!!

“Bath time Becca!” Buck calls down the hall, a devilish giggle echoes back at him. “Becca.” Buck chuckles as his daughter giggles once more. “I will find you.” He chuckles setting down the princess towel in his hands.

“Hehehe.” Becca laughs, as Buck stoops low and starts down the hallway, looking for his daughter.

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A quiet Will and an outgoing Nico

  • Will looked over at the guy that was jumping to over hurdles with ease. The newest kid in school and he already was a starter for the hurdles. Will could see why, the guy was good. 
  • He stretched out his legs to get them warmed up for the half mile run he would do for the warm up. 
  • “Good job di Angelo, take a break.” Coach Hedge said once Nico was done jogging out his sprint. 
  • di Angelo walked by Will to get his water. He looked over at Will and smiled. “Hey. I’m Nico.” 
  • Will looked up and smiled. “Will.”
  • Nico sat down next to him and smiled. “So Will, how long have you been on the team? Or been running track?” 
  • “Four years.” He replied. 
  • “That’s cool.” Nico smiled. “I’ve been running for six. I love jumping hurdles though. I actually sucked at them when I first started, I was scared of not making it. But then, puberty hit and my legs are long enough to make sure I get over every time. What do you run?”
  • “Long distance.” 
  • “That’s cool! I could never do long distance. I could never build up my stamina enough.” Nico looked over at Will who hasn’t said more than five words to him. “I should probably stop talking.”
  • Will smiled a tiny bit, kind of glad someone was talking to him on the team. He got up and stretched out his legs some more. 
  • “You wanna race as a warm up? Like a nice short sprint.” Nico asked. “Or am I annoying you with all my talking? My parents say I’m outgoing and chatty which might not be the best combination.”
  • “No one really talks to me.” Will told him. “But I would love to race.” 
  • “Great!” Nico smiled, ready to go. “Alright, to the end of the track.” 
  • Will nodded in agreement. 
  • “Ready, set, go!” Nico said before taking off.
  • Will ran as fast as he could. He loved the feeling of the wind rushing past him as he ran. The feeling was amazing. 
  • He got to the end of the track and looked back to see Nico two seconds behind him. 
  • “You’re really fast Will. Ever thought about short distance?” Nico asked.
  • “Yeah, but Coach Hedge thinks I’m better at long distance.” Will replied. “I don’t complain.”
  • “But you’re really fast. You should show coach! You’re probably faster than all the sprinters on the team.” Nico urged. 
  • “No, he’s pretty set on his ways.” Will felt like he was getting smaller. “It’s fine. I can run long distance.”
  • Nico looked over at Coach Hedge. He jogged over to the coach and tapped his shoulder. Will felt his heart sink into his stomach as Nico talked to coach. Why did Nico have to do this? He was perfectly fine doing whatever coach wanted to even if he didn’t like it as much. 
  • He looked away, not wanting to be part of whatever Nico was doing. He didn’t even notice Nico coming back.
  • “Coach Hedge wants to see you run with the sprinters.” Nico smiled. “You just needed to talk to him and he would have watched you run.”
  • Will looked at Nico. “You didn’t have to do that.”
  • “But I did. You should speak up more Will. You’ll learn a lot of things.” Nico smiled. “Now rest up before you show coach what you got.” 
What Once Was Lost

PG

Captain Swan, Captain Cobra

Summary: Short one shot. Henry and Lucy look for Killian, the one person that will always find Emma Swan. (headcanon for season 7) 

Also on AO3

Thanks to @spartanguard for taking a quick look through. You are the best!

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Killian Jones sat on the park bench near the bay of his small town, Fairy Trails, for lunch, just like he did every day since he could remember. He had picked up his lunch from the small diner in town, Ruby’s, and then made the short walk here. He looked out over the water, and let out a breath. He wasn’t entirely sure why the water always seemed to calm him, but it did.

He opened the styrofoam takeout container, and smiled wistfully at the contents, a grilled cheese and onion rings. It wasn’t his favorite meal; he actually preferred the lasagna. But it had been her favorite meal. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no reason to get misty eyed right now. It had been…well, a long time since he had lost her, his wife, in the horrible accident. He couldn’t even remember most of it. One moment they were together, and the next it was almost like an explosion and he woke up being told that she and his left hand were gone.

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not to be dramatic but blond jongdae looks so fucking good im dead

Capable of Change - 8 (Savitar!Barry/Reader)

Imagine, remnant Barry getting asked out by you and he decided to say yes…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Originally posted by parisblakestuff

Originally posted by theflashdaily

“Take care of it.” Barry through some onions into a pan, “I don’t care, just take care of it. I have to go.”

He hung up with Killer Frost. He’d forgotten how irritating she could be. He just needed to keep pushing her away from Caitlin.

He shook it off adding some seasoning to the pan. He was making you lunch and the constant interruptions of a doubtful lackey was slowing him down. She had one task, it wasn’t hard.

He stopped shutting his eyes letting out a frustrated sigh. This was why he didn’t take ‘work’ calls when he stayed with you. He wanted only positive feelings at your place, especially since he’d taken up residence with you.

He stirred the contents of the pan around glancing up a that tv. He found himself watching old movies while he waited for you to come home. He’d do small tasks that you’d complain about routinely but never had time to do. Dusting, dishes, hanging up decorations…

He just wanted you to be happy and seeing your eyes light up every time was worth it. He had thought recently you’d been rattle things off to test him. Cleaning the tile with a toothbrush and baking soda seemed a bit too much.

“Forgive the interruption of your regularly schedule view. It has been brought to our attention of a massive fire breaking out downtown Central City.”

He stopped what he was doing trying to remember a fire as the reporter went on, “Police are directing traffic away from Central City Music Hall as fire fighters fight to get to the remaining people inside…”

He felt his eyes get wide as his body just went forward. This couldn’t be happening…he wouldn’t let this happen.

His stopped in the Savitar suit looking around the blaze. He saw you shielding a couple from the orchestra under the piano. He rushed over to you, “I’m here to help.”

He could see the fear in all your faces but finally you nodded, “Them first.”

He began to shake his head but you pointed to them, “They have children, now go!”

It was like riding a bike, playing the hero. He took the two out quickly to a safe place and rushed back inside. He knelt looking at you, “Your turn.”

You stared at his outstretched claw before slowly reaching to take it. There was a creaking noise as you crawled out. He glanced up seeing the ceiling collapse over them. He moved quickly snatching you up only setting you down once you they were safe outside.

You leaned over hurling up the contents of the breakfast he’d made you. He tilted his head getting a new memory. The Flash was here.  He looked to you again wishing to stay but Barry could see him, “You’re safe now.”

“Wait…” You looked up at him but he was gone.

As you went to wipe your mouth you grabbed by a pair of red hands, “How do you know Savitar?”

“Wha…” You let you a yelp as you were pushed up to a nearby tree.

“Where is he!?” You stared at the Flash terrified.

“I…I don’t know!” You yelled at him. You could see how angry he was and you didn’t know how a hero could be so scary, “Please…you’re hurting me!”

He scowled before you swooshed away. This time you couldn’t keep your balance. You fell to your knees getting sick again.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” You heard someone behind you yell.

“What are you doing!?” Another voice as you looked up seeing yourself in some sort of lab.

“She knows something. He’s never saved anyone before now!” The Flash yelled at them.

“We don’t do this!”  You jumped when you felt a hand touch your back.

An older man in a scarf raised his hands in front of him apologetically, “Hey…whoa…I’m not going to hurt you.”

You felt tears coming to your eyes as you pushed away from him, “Where…where am I? What do you want from me?”

“Where…” The Flash stepped toward you.

“Stop!” A man with longer hair stepped between him and you. He looked back to you, “My name is Cisco and we are going to get you cleaned up while ass hat mcgee over here is going to cool off. HR will you take her some place…to…clean up and get a drink maybe.”

“Yeah yeah, of course.” HR stood up looking at you as he offered his hand to you, “Don’t worry you’re safe.”

The way he looked at you, you knew you were. You took his hand standing up walking next to him out into the hall as yelling erupted behind you. You let out a shuttered breath.

HR looked at you, “He’s not normally so angry. He’s just kind of…stressed out…but…it’ll be okay.”

“Did I do something?” You looked at him, “If it’s about the fire…I didn’t…I don’t know how it started.”

“It’s not about you doing something…more about you knowing someone.” He told you as you walked into a nicer looking room with just computers and chairs.

He walked over to a water cooler as you sat down, “Savitar?”

“Yeah…” HR walked back over to you holding out a cup and a few napkins, “yeah he’s a bad guy.”

“The giant man in a silver suit?” You started to wipe your pants off a little.

“Yeah…he’s trying to hurt people.” HR said quietly.

“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him and he saved us. Like the Flash.” You looked at him, “If he’s a bad guy why would he do that?”

“We’re trying to figure that out.” HR smiled at you, “Until we can figure that out, you’ll be staying here for a bit.”

“I…I can’t do that I have people who will worry.” You stood up and he stepped in your way, “I won’t stay here. You can’t…”

“We just need some answers, and once our very stressed out friend has calmed down, we’ll ask them and you’ll go.” HR smiled, “Please, I won’t let him do that again. He won’t yell and he won’t speed you anywhere.”

You looked him in disbelief, “I…can I make a call?”

“I will ask them, until then…” He smiled clapping his hands together, “Do you like coffee?”

You sat there just listening to HR talk as he made you a coffee. He went on and on about how great the team was and defending the Flash. Seemed like forever, you just wanted to call Allen and tell him you were okay.

“Okay…” You looked up seeing this Cisco walk in followed by the Flash and young woman, “So first…”

“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t…” The Flash obviously didn’t apologize often, “I overreacted with everything that is going on. I’m very sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself tightly staring at him. There was something familiar about him. Everything actually seemed familiar…the way he stood…the kept looking around, “Why am I here?”

“We’re hoping that you can help us piece things together.” The woman stepped forward, “I’m Iris and Savitar wants to kill me.”

“I don’t know who he is.” You looked at them all before landing back on the Flash, “Stop accusing me of something I don’t know.”

“Why would he protect you!?” He stepped forward as both Cisco and HR moved to your defense, “What about you makes him a better person?”

You stared at him as your heart fluttered. You felt tears come to your eyes as his voice tickled your ears, “Allen?”

It was the Flash’s turn to be surprised, “Wha…You do know him…where is he?”

“Bartholomew Allen…” You watched him take off his cowl and your hands went to your face immediately. He was different, but the same, “How…is…”

“Savitar…” Iris stepped forward taking Barry’s hand, “is Barry’s future self. One that is hellbent on destroying his happiness by killing me.”

You looked at her then down to your hands before shaking your head, “This…this isn’t…”

“It’s the truth.” Barry looked at you with the same look Allen would give you, “Please, if you know where he is help us. Help us stop him from hurting so many.”

“He doesn’t…” You shook your head, “He’s not like that…”

“He’s a monster!” Barry raised his voice.

“He changed!” You stood up looking at him, “He wouldn’t…”

“He has.” Barry cut you off again, “I have been to the future and he has. He kills the woman I love and with it Central City.”

“People change.” You teared up looking at him as he shook his head, “He is a good man and if he comes from you…”

“He isn’t…” Barry stared at you as you cut him off again.

“I cannot accept that you are right.” You told him tears going down your face, “I will not accept that the man who stayed with me for a week after my father died holding me as I cried, is a monster. I will not believe that he is unable to make a choice…to change. Like you…you changed that night over three years ago…the entire city changed that night.”

“It’s not simple…”

“It never is. If what you’re saying is true you should try to help him. Please…” You put your hands to your face again as you sobbed, “Please…I can’t lose him…”

Allen sat in your apartment tears going to down his face. He leaned forward putting a hand to his chest. It was like losing Iris all over again.

You were no longer just his. He shared you with his past and now you knew the future.

Everything was ruined…

Momma Stilinski//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

Originally posted by okurdusunur

Stiles loaded the big bag into the back of the Jeep. “Are you sure you grabbed everything, babe?”

You were sitting in the passenger seat, “Yes, I’m sure. You wanted me to pack for this a week ago.”

He closes the door and gets in the front, “I know. I just wanted to know for sure.”

You put your hand on his thigh, “We’re going to the beach. Whatever we forgot we can pick up at the store, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. It’s just hard to relax. I’m used to everything having to be planned down to the minute.”

You rub your hand up and down before returning it to your lap. “I know. Just remember that you’re with me. Things will be okay.“ You lean over and peck his cheek.

You jump out of the car when you get there, “Jesus, Stiles. I thought you fixed the air conditioner.” You fan your face.

He sighs, “I thought I did. If you’re hot I packed water.” He looks up at you and you smile.

You walk over and kiss his cheek.

“What?” He looks at you, water in his hand.

“I love you so much.” You hug him tight and he laughs.

“Okay?” He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. “Come on, babe.” He picks the bag up and puts an arm around your waist, leading you to the sand.

You lay your towel out and sit on it, watching as he sets everything up.

“Put your sunscreen on.” He flicks his eyes over to you.

“I don’t need it. I never burn.” You shrug.

“I don’t care if you burn, skin cancer’s serious too.”

“I love you with all of my heart, Stiles, but I won’t get skin cancer from three hours of sun.”

“Baby, please just use sunscreen.”

You shake your head, “I’m fine.”

He sighs and sits beside you, “You’re difficult.” He starts spraying himself with the sunscreen.

“I’m really not, I just don’t need it.” You watch him.

“If you say so.” You lean over and lay on his shoulder.

You decide to sleep over at his house that night, your parents weren’t home and Stiles’ dad said he was going to work late.

You’d showered after you got there and went to bed. You were woken by Stiles.

“Oh my god, Y/N.”

You sat up, panicked. “What? What’s wrong?” You rubbed your eyes.

“You’re red. You look like a tomato.”

“Haha, very funny Stiles. It’s six in the morning and you woke up me up for that? Let’s go back to sleep.”

“How are you not in pain?” He reaches over to touch your arm and when he places his hand under the blankets to touch you, you wince at the contact of the blanket.

“Great.” You mumble as you angrily crawl out of the bed. You walk to the bathroom and flip the light on. You were red, he was right. You’d even gotten little blisters on your arms. It hurt, it felt like you had third degree burns all over.

Stiles leaned on the door way, his arms crossed.

“Oh, get that smug look off your face. I know I didn’t wear sunscreen.”

“I never said anything.”

“But I know you thought it.” You sigh. “It hurts.”

He reaches for your hand, “Go get back in bed, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

You nod and follow him, he leaves the room and you hear him moving around in the kitchen. When he returns he has armfuls of ice packs. He lays them on your arms and legs.

“This sucks and I probably look really stupid.”

“Well, you kinda look stupid but it’s okay. I love you.” He smiles and examines your face. “You’ll be peeling by tonight.”

“That’s the worst part.” You sigh.

After lying with the ice packs for a couple of hours Stiles left you alone to run to the store. He returned with your favorite snacks and movie.

“I put aloe vera in the fridge earlier, so it should be cold enough to help soothe.” He sits the bag on the bed.

“Thank you for taking care of my dumb ass.”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” He smiles.

He grabs the aloe vera gel and helps you put it on, “You know that you’re going to wear sunscreen next time, right?”

“Yes, mom.” You look at him and he shrugs.

“I just want to take care of you.”

“I know, baby. I appreciate it.”

“Promise me you’ll wear sunscreen next time?”

“I promise.”

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"It's like you want to ruin men/women for me!" With Derek and reader?

You walked into Derek’s loft to find him doing pull ups, shirtless. You paused and stood there staring at his glistening abs as he worked out. It was unfair how fit and beautiful this man was.

“It’s like you want to ruin men for me!” You groan, forcing yourself to turn away and walk towards his kitchen.

Derek chuckled as he let go of the bar and landed on his feet.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, leaning on the doorway.

“You parade around all perfect with perfect abs and perfect hair and perfect existence and now all I’m gonna do it compare every other man I run into with you.” You glared at him half-heartedly.

You were partially joking and partially serious. Derek was insanely attractive and you’re 90% sure he knew that.

“I can’t help how I look.” He shrugged, walking to the fridge and getting a bottle of water.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at the werewolf that now stood across from you.

He gave you a small smirk as he exited the kitchen and went back to working out. 

Without A Trace

Originally posted by lilygarlands

Prompt: The reader is a member of the BAU and they are working a case where the victims all look a lot like her. Hotch wants her to stay and work the case from HQ because he’s trying to protect her. She refuses to do this and ends up arguing with him until he lets her go with the team. During the case, she gets abducted just like everyone had feared (shocking lol), and it’s up to the team to find her.

A/N: Ok so this is my first fic for the criminal minds fandom and I’m just hoping that it’s alright. I like it, but I guess we will see. This is just the first part of a four or five part series just depending on how people react. Not as much HotchXReader goodness in this part, but I promise it’s coming. This is mostly set up for the next part. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: details about abduction, some murder details but nothing too gruesome.

Rating: T

Words: 2.5K

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4


The BAU had been called in to work a case in Raleigh, North Carolina. Eight women had been abducted and murdered over the past three weeks, the newest victim discovered this morning. There was a two day cooling off period between kill, then the third day a body would turn up and another woman would go missing. The victims had all been found on various park benches around Raleigh. All eight victims had sustained seven long cuts down their backs, a deep slash to the throat that severed the carotid artery which was the COD, and their abdomens were torn open. There had also been signs of other forms of torture present on the victims as well: cut from various other surgical tools, cigarette burns, electrical torture, and sexual assault. It seemed like this guy was using any method of torture he could think of. During the briefing, Reid pointed out a fact that immediately unsettled everyone at the roundtable. The victims all bore an uncanny resemblance to you. All of them had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, were about (Y/H), and all had been career driven women. Three were corporate lawyers, three had been college professors, one had been a publishing agent, and the most recent victim had been a successful TV reporter. The media coverage of all the murders had skyrocketed after her death and the press had given him a name: The Raleigh Ripper. Hotch told the team to grab their go bags and that wheels would be up in thirty. As the team rushed to grab their things, Aaron hung back to have a word with you. “Maybe you should sit this one out.”

“Why? Just because I fit his type? I’ve fit into plenty of serial killer’s victim pools before and I’ve never sat back and let the rest of you handle it,” you argued.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

“And I’m just trying to do my job,” you shot back, “Aaron, I’m not going to be benched because this sicko has a thing for (Y/H) (Y/H/C) women? I’m going to help catch him.” Hotch seemed a bit taken aback by your outburst. You never used his first name in the workplace.

“Fine, but you’ll go nowhere alone. You will be accompanied by a partner on every part of this assignment and if there is any sign that the unsub has taken an interest in you I will assign you a police detail. Am I clear?” he spoke firmly, staring you down the whole time. You knew that look. He wasn’t going to budge.

“Fine,” you replied and walked away. Hotch sighed, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration before following you out. That should’ve been the end of the whole thing. You would have worked the case and caught the unsub without being stalked and abducted, but there are times when all plans, no matter how perfect fail. This happened to be one those times. You and Morgan were coming out of the autopsy for the most recent victim. After confirming COD was the same and examining the torture, you and Morgan were headed back to the police station to meet up with the rest of the team when a man approached you asking for directions. He was a white man, mid to late thirties, tall, and dark brown hair. He’d asked you if you knew how to get to some grocery store that was supposed to be somewhere near the M.E.’s office. “Uh, sorry I’m not from around here, but maybe-” you’d tried to politely suggest that he walk inside and ask the receptionist, when you’d turned away from him to point to the door, making your first mistake. As soon as your head had swiveled away from him, the man had grabbed you from behind trying to cover your mouth with one hand and the other wrapped around your waist lifting you off of the ground. You could tell there was a rag in his hand and you assumed it was doused in chloroform. “Derek!” You screamed, as you ripped his hand away from your mouth and kicked your feet trying to get him to drop you. Morgan came around the SUV in record time, gun drawn and trained on your attacker.

“FBI! Let her go!” Morgan shouted. This seemed to scare the man into submission. He roughly threw you toward Derek and took off down the alley. You felt the chloroform that had managed to get into your system start to take effect as you started to feel woozy and sleepy. You managed to catch yourself with your hands, so you didn’t face plant on the cold concrete. “Damn it. (Y/N) you ok?” Morgan asked kneeling down next to you.

“I’ll be fine. Did he get away?” you asked grabbing both his arms and letting him help you off of the ground.

“Yes, but we’ll get him. C’mon let’s get you back to the station,” he replied, sliding your arm over his shoulder and walking you over to the SUV.

“You should’ve gone after him instead of helping me. I’m fine,” you said, hand shaking slightly as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Mama, if I chased him down he could’ve circled back and run off with you, then where would we be? You’d be in the clutches of the unsub and Hotch would have my head on a platter for not thinking about what was actually important: the victim in this case you,” Derek said trying to reason with you. He ran around to the driver’s side and climbed in.

“I know. It just feels like he got away because of me,” you muttered, leaning your head against the window.

“(Y/N) it’s not your fault. If you and I can put what we saw together, we might have enough for a composite sketch to release to the media to warn people so that he can’t hurt any more women,” he replied trying to ease your mind. You gave him a small smile. The ride back to the station was relatively quiet, you and Morgan talked about what the unsub had looked like trying to keep the image fresh in both of your minds. When you finally reached the station, you were dreading going inside and facing Hotch. Morgan helped you out of the car, arm winding around your waist to keep you steady because you were still pretty woozy. Walking into the station, Hotch immediately rushed over to the two of you.

“What happened?” he demanded, slinging your other arm over his shoulder.

“Guys, I’m fine. I can walk,” you protested as they basically carried you into the briefing room where the boards had been set up.

“She got attacked when we were coming out of the M.E.’s office from the autopsy,” Morgan said as they gently set you down on the couch.

“Are you ok?” Aaron asked as he knelt down in front of you concern clearly present in his eyes. 


“I’m fine. He, uh, was just asking for directions to some market or something. When I turned my head to look for it, he grabbed me and covered my mouth with a rag. I think it had chloroform on it or something like it at the very least. Morgan came running when I screamed and scared him off,” you explained, grabbing your head which was starting to hurt.  

“Do you remember anything about what he looked like?” JJ asked as she walked over with some water and an ibuprofen.

“Yeah, he was tall, white, dark brown hair and in his mid to late thirties,” you replied, taking the water and medicine from her.

“I think between the two of us we have enough for a composite,” Derek added. You nodded, glancing over at Hotch whose eyes hadn’t stopped studied you since you walked in a few minutes ago.

“We’ll grab one of the sketch artists and have you both sit down with them. JJ, round up some of the reporters and give them the sketch when it’s done,” Hotch delegated. Everyone nodded. Rossi left to go find one of the sketch artists, and Reid went back to his map trying to come up with a geographical profile. Hotch looked over at Morgan who was leaning against the wall. “Morgan, you’re with (Y/N). I’m going to get her a protective detail to stand outside her hotel room, and I want you with her at all times.”

“Hotch, c’mon this is ridiculous,” you protested.

“Clearly it’s not. Look what’s already happened. If you don’t like my orders I’ll have you on the next flight back to Quantico,” Hotch snapped. You flinched back a bit.

“I’m going to give you two a minute and I’ll go help Rossi,” Morgan said and darted out the door and dragging Reid with him. Your eyes followed them out and then flicked back over to glare at Hotch.

“What the hell, Aaron?”

“I’m just-”

“Trying to keep me safe? That’s bullshit, you’ve never done this before and you always try to keep the team safe.”

“You’ve never been almost kidnapped before.”

“And that somehow changes the equation for you?”

“Yes!” he said roughly, thrusting a hand through his hair.

“Aaron, I’m going to say this one time: Do not treat me like a victim, because makes me feel like that’s all I am.” you spat.

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are! It’s making me feel weak and like you don’t think that I’m good at my job. You’re making me feel inferior!” You shouted and stormed out of the room.

“(Y/N) wait-”

“Let her go, Aaron,” Rossi said, walking back in. Neither you or Hotch had noticed that he had been standing outside the door.

“Dave, I’m just-”

“I know, and I think deep down she knows that too. But right now you need to let her calm down and process what just happened,” Rossi said, trying to calm his friend. Hotch sighed and ran a hand through his hair again. “Everything ok?”

“She’s so stubborn,” he muttered, chuckling humorlessly.

“So are you,” Rossi pointed out sitting next to him. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“I’m just trying to do my job and keep the team safe.”

“The team or (Y/N)?”

“Same thing,” Aaron answered, walking up to the map and studying it.

“Uh huh,” Rossi chuckled, “So how long have you been interested in her?” he asked casually.

“Not relevant,” Hotch replied, dodging the question and willing the slight blush to disappear from his cheeks.

“Aaron-”

“Awhile alright?”

“And you haven’t acted on this because?”

“Because she’s an attractive, young woman and I’m an older divorced man with a child. Why would she possibly want anything to do with me outside of a work setting or a casual team get together?” Hotch grumbled. Rossi stared at him almost incredulously. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just focus on the case so we can go home. I need coffee,” he muttered, walking out the door. David watched him go and shook his head.

“If only you’d notice she looks at you the same way you look at her,” he said and followed Hotch, noting his own need for coffee. You tried not to look at Hotch as he passed you by, headed directly toward the break room in pursuit of coffee you assumed. You were being childish and fuming, you were well aware of that; however, you felt your actions were somewhat justified. You didn’t care whether or not you had been attacked, you weren’t the victim and didn’t deserve to be treated like one. You especially didn’t want to be treated like one by the man you work so hard to impress and get to notice you.

“How ya holding up girl?” Prentis asked, standing beside you.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” you fumed crossing your arms.

“Because you just-”

“If anyone brings up that stupid attack again, I’m going to-”

“You and I both know you’re not actually upset that people keep asking if you’re ok. You’re upset about something that Hotch said to you,” she said effectively cutting you off. You drew back from her hugging your arms around yourself. “You don’t need to be a profiler to figure out that you’re really into him, and I do not mean that you respect and admire him. I mean into him, into him.”

“If you don’t need to be a profiler, then why hasn’t he figured it out yet,” you muttered. Emily gave you a sympathetic smile.

“He probably has but he’s brushing it off as something else because he doesn’t think that you would ever be interested in him.”

“Why does he-”

“Can we ever really explain anything men do?” Emily asked. You rolled your eyes smiling and shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly. I know that he made you angry, and I don’t know exactly what he said but based on your attitude I can make a pretty good guess. He’s not trying to make you feel inferior or that you’re at fault in some way here. He’s just frustrated that someone he cares for very deeply was in harm’s way and he wasn’t there to stop it or help you. If he’s being unreasonable or being too much of an alpha male for his own good and he’s driving you insane, just know it’s his own special way of telling you he cares.”

“I just-”

“We found out who’s been taken,” JJ interrupted rushing in with a new photo and pinning it to the board.

“Oh god!” you gasped, eyes widening.

“What do you know her?” JJ asked.

“No, that’s the M.E. that was performing the autopsies,” you muttered, pacing when it suddenly hit you. “He was on his way to kidnap her when he saw me and deemed me more convenient,” you said absolutely horrified. “I think he might have worked in all the buildings in some fashion. Janitor, electrician, IT guy, something.”

“We did profile that he worked with his hands,” JJ mentioned looking through one of the files that were spread out on the table.

“Where’s Hotch?”

“I think I saw him walk out for some fresh air with Rossi a minute ago,” Emily said gesturing over her shoulder.

“Have Garcia look into anyone who’s worked in all the victim’s workplaces in the past couple of months. He’s gotta be finding out about these women’s schedules somehow. I’ll run and tell Hotch,” you said starting to walk outside.

“I’ll go-”

“Emily please don’t. I’m literally just walking outside,” you pleaded. Emily glanced to look over at JJ who was nowhere to be found because she’d wandered over to Reid helping look over the geographical profile and was on the phone with Garcia. “Just come right back and don’t talk to strangers,” she finally conceded. You rolled your eyes at her and ran outside.

“Hotch? Rossi? I think we-” you said, but suddenly realized that neither of them was out here. You glanced around looking for them. You groaned in frustration and turned to walk back inside when someone tasered you in the back. You shrieked in pain, falling to the ground. You landed with a loud thud on the concrete and groaned. Out of your peripheral, his face came into view.

“Too bad, you didn’t just come with me earlier. Much less painful that way,” he snickered, covering your face with the rag and dragged you back into an alleyway. You tried to scream and fight, but you felt yourself fading in and out of consciousness until your whole world went back. Noticing that you were out cold, the unsub reached into your blazer pocket and took your credentials. He tucked a handwritten note into one side and threw it back toward the doors of the station. He tossed you in the back of his service truck and drove off. The whole abduction took less than three minutes, and you were gone without a trace.

Love is friendship set on fire  (Alec Lightwood Imagine)

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec x Reader

Request: could you do an Alec lightwood imagine where he has been best friends with the reader and has feeings for her but since he’s Alec he doesn’t know how to deal with it so the gang steps in and gets them together

Summery: ’You need to apologize and then tell her how you feel. This has been going on for years and you’re lucky enough to really…love someone. Don’t let it go to waste.’’
Jace’s voice was quite but the serious look on his face told Alec that he meant it.
It wasn’t like Alec didn’t know.
But he just COULDN’T. What if he lost her with his confession? He’d rather have her as a friend than have her not at all.

Or where Alec is in love with his best friend. And Alec being Alec, things go wrong and the gangs steps in to help.

Warnings: -

Words: 2.330

A/N: Hello lovely people of the internet!
This is a requested Alec Imagine. Hope you like it. Happy Reading !Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x) and

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The first three things that Clary Fray had had noticed when she had spent a few days with Jace and the Lightwood siblings was the following: First, Alec Lightwood was way too uptight and serious. Second, the parabatai bond between him and Jace was crazily intimate. And third, Alec Lightwood was head over heels in love with Y/N. Clary had met his best friend during one of their training sessions. Y/N was really pretty and according to Isabelle a really fierce shadowhunter. That wasn’t something you necessarily could tell looking at her. She seemed soft and really kind , the first time she had met Clary she had hugged her and made her feel more welcomed than Alec every had in those two weeks he had known her. So when Jace told her that Y/N was Alec’s best friend she had been shocked. Where he was reserved and serious , Y/N was open and carefree.
It had been a Friday night when Clary had watched those two train. She was amazed at how elegant but also cool Y/N looked trying to beat Alec, and how his chest heaved from exhaustion. It was the moment that Y/N had Alec pinned down on the floor ,laughing and helping Alec up that Clary saw the look in Alec’s eyes as he watched her walking over to her water bottle to take a sip. The smile that had formed on his lips reminded her at how Luke looked at her mother.

‘’You’re following her like a love sick puppy, Alec!’’
Isabelle faced her brother noticing contentedly how Jace nodded in agreement.
‘’ Mom knows, Hodge knows, everyone does ! Even Max asked me when you two will finally marry.’’, Izzy supported her argument crossing her arms in front of her.
‘’Except for Y/N.’’, Jace chuckled while playing with Clary’s hair.
‘’Well that’s entirely his fault ! How is she supposed to know? I heard you argue last week and you said some things that must have really hurt her, do you realize that?’’
Alec stood awkwardly in the middle of the room wishing this conversation didn’t take place.
‘’She almost got herself killed, Izzy!’’, Alec said annoyed, feeling his anger rising just thinking of how carelessly Y/N had played with her life . He knew that he shouldn’t have yelled at her, saying the things he said. The moment he had realized that she was holding back tears he had felt incredible guilty and sorry. But the sheer horror he had felt when he had gotten told that the healing rune almost hadn’t worked on her and that she had been on the brick of death made him feel incredible hopeless and petrified. The thought of losing her made him go mad and he had been so furious with her for taking her life so insignificant. Even though she and Jace were the most important people in his life. He wouldn’t be able to live without them.
Since that day Y/N had tried to ignore him, clearly hurt by his actions. And Alec was suffering.
‘’I lashed out, I know! But-‘’
‘’The thought of losing her makes you go crazy. We know. ‘’,Izzy said softly.
‘’But I believe Y/N didn’t understand why you acted like that.’’
Silence filled the room.
‘’You do know she feels the same way, right?’’, Simon spoke up.
Alec rolled his eyes feeling his heart speed up at the mere thought that Y/N could actually feel the same about him. But he doubted it. He would always be the best friend and nothing more. Exactly like that mundane.
‘’Trust me she does. I know how…I can tell.’’, Simon added with a short look to Clary.
‘’You have to tell her.’’,Jace said seriously.
‘’You need to apologize and then tell her how you feel. This has been going on for years and you’re lucky enough to really…love someone. Don’t let it go to waste.’’
Jace’s voice was quite but the serious look on his face told Alec that he meant it.
It wasn’t like Alec didn’t know.
But he just couldn’t. What if he lost her with his confession? He’d rather have her as a friend than have her not at all.
‘’I have things to do.’’
He escaped.


Isabelle watched her brother go, asking herself how her intelligent brother could be so dumb when it came to feelings.
Jace bit his lips, slowly grinning.
‘’I might have an idea.’’

You haven’t been feeling too well since last week. Your body still had to heal and the fact that you weren’t on speaking terms with Alec was a burden. When he had yelled accusing you of not taking your job seriously and not being thankful for the opportunity you had been provided with really had hurt you deeply. You had grown up without parents, the Lightwood family had always been something like a home to you. Being reminded of how you didn’t belong anywhere by Alec left a bitter aftertaste. You haven’t felt so alone in a long time.
You knew you should be probably talking to Alec, sorting out your issues. But the fact that he didn’t come to see you to ask for how you were doing really really hurt. Like he didn’t even care.
Even though all you really wanted was to be hold by him . Hold than more than just his best friend.
You hadn’t left your room in days, laying in bed all ay and snuggling with pillows while watching crappy comedies on TV. When your door opened you didn’t expect Max Lightwood to sneak into your room, hopping on your bed grinning.
‘’Max!’’ You laughed, raising an eyebrow. Max was almost like a brother to you, you loved to visit him every time you were in Idris.
‘’I’ve been told to check your injury, Y/N. And I heard you have chocolate ?’’ His cheeky grin was disarming.
‘’Well, Dr.Max I do, indeed. ‘’
He nodded seriously instructing you to let him take a look at your wound.
You sat up, wearing a short nike shorts, lifting your shirt up a little bit for Max to see the sword wound. It wasn’t too bad anymore, otherwise you would have never shown it to Max.
Said newly doctor nodded stating that it looked okay before asking for a piece of chocolate. You gave it to him before you both snuggled up in the bed watching Spong Bob.
10 minutes later he excused himself because he had something ‘important’ to do.
You turned off the TV before you got up to prepare for a shower.

When Max entered the training room where the gang was gathered he tried to look all throughout and concerning.
‘’What’s up Max?’’,Jace spoke up.
‘’Why you’re looking so down ?’’
Alec wanted to crouch down but froze on the spot when he heard ‘’ I went to check on Y/N.’’
He went to do what?
‘’Oh how’s she doing? I planned on doing a beauty evening with her tomorrow.’’, Izzy said trying to hide her face because she was simply really bad at lying to her brother. Max on the contrary was a professional.
‘’Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea. She doesn’t look too good.’’
Alec frowned focusing on Max.
‘’What do you mean?’’
Mac grinned inwardly congratulating himself for being such a good decoy.
‘’ She’s really pale and I think… her wound might me infected or anything. She’s reaaaaaaaly weak.’’
Alec didn’t notice Jace cracking up in the background.
It only took Alec two seconds to exit the training room and walk up the floor to Y/N’s room. Without knocking he entered, realizing she was missing. Her bed looked used so she had to be there. When he realized that the bathroom door was closed he started to panic.
‘’Y/N? You’re alright?’’
You heard his voice through the door , letting out a small scream because you were so indulged into the music coming through your headphones while you prepared everything for a shower that he startled you.
Suddenly your bathroom lacked a door and Alec’s hands cradled your face.
‘’What happened?’’ His pupils were dilated while he scanned your face.
‘’What happened to you?’’, you replied confused.
‘’Why did you break down my door?’’
Alec thought you were downplaying your injury so he picked you up around the hips and sat you down on the counter.
He didn’t even hesitate to try to lift up your shirt but getting stopped by you.
‘’Alec ! What the hell are you doing?’’
You kept a hold of his hand demanding an explanation.
‘’Show me your wound, love!’’, he growled frustrated with how easily you treated your injury . Again.
‘’Alexander Gideon Lightwood!’’
Using his whole name always worked. He growled at you making you laugh at the absurdity.
‘’Would you be so kind to explain why you’re trying to undress me?’’
A raised eyebrow.
And a flustered Alec.
‘’I’m not…Max said you were doing bad.’’
You frowned shaking your head.
‘’What? He saw the wound himself and ate chocolate with me. Why would he…?’’
Alec was so blind by worry that he didn’t count 1 and 1 together.
‘’Y/N show me the wound!’’
You sighed, rolling your eyes and lifting up your shirt.
‘’Why didn’t you tell me you were doing bad? I would ha-Ow.’’
He squinted, the worry replaced by confusion. It was looking alright.
‘’You don’t care, remember?’’
You simply said making an attempt to hop off the counter but Alec’s arms were holding you firmly into place.
Alec knew Max had played him a trick but right now he had to focus on something way more important. He didn’t care ?
‘’What have you said?’’, he said quietly looking hurt.
The bathroom was only lit by candles since you hated to shower in full light.
‘’I said you didn’t care.’’ You crossed your arms as you answerer defiantly , meeting his gaze. How dare he come breaking down your door acting all concerned when he forgot about you?
‘’What, by the angels, makes you think I don’t care how you’re doing?’’
Disbelieve echoed in his voice. His closeness and your hurt feelings were causing to pool tears behind your eyes.
You tried to advert your eyes, tried to get yourself together.
‘’Look at me.’’, Alec said softly watching you shake your head ‘no’.
He crouched down a little to meet your eyes, keeping them captive. Seeing the wetness behind your eyes he realized that he truthfully fucked up.
‘’Don’t you dare think for a minute that I don’t care about you. Do you have any idea how worries I was, and still am?’’
‘’Yeah sure that’s why you came to see me the last days. And why you had to remind me that I have no home.’’
You bit your lip, blinking ,trying not to cry. In the silence that followed you would have been able to hear a needle drop.
Alec had no idea where to start, your whole statement was bullshit.
‘’I’m sorry, Y/N. Okay? I freaked out when I got told that you might not make it. That I might lose you. And when you woke up you acted like it was no big deal, like your life didn’t matter and it got me so furious. I was so fucking scared of losing you , I knew you were reckless, but you played with your life. Do you have any idea what you would do to me if you died?’’, he swallowed.
‘’I was blinded by my anger and my fear and I said things I don’t mean. Afterwards I felt so guilty and you clearly showed you that you didn’t want to see me.’’
He softly rubbed over your wet cheeks.
‘’I know I hurt you and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just…’’, he sighed deeply, holding his breath.
‘’I love you, Y/N. I have for a really long time and the thought of you not caring about yourself even thought you are the world to me kills me. And you have a home. You always had and you always will. Here. With us. With my family. With me. You’re my home Y/N.’’
You lifted your eyes up to his, facing him disbelieving.
Did she say he loved you?
‘’Say it again.’’, you breathed not quite believing what you’ve heard. You surely must have misheard him.
‘’I’m your home.’’, he repeated.
‘’No not that, that before.’’
Alec furrowed his brows, looking at you intensely.
‘’I love you Y/N. I’m not good at this. Feeling what I’m feeling, relationships , falling in love with my best friend. Killing demons is so much easier than risking our friendship by confessing this.’’
You couldn’t help but to sniffle, making Alec laugh
‘’I know that you’re not feeling the same and it’s okay I ju-‘’
You interrupted him by diving forwards and pressing your lips against his.
More doing, less talking.
The moment your lips met you felt everything click into place. This is what you were born to do. Loving him. You belonged right here.
Alec buried his hands in your hair , shortly taken by surprise but quickly realizing that he was kissing you.
He deepened the kiss, pulling away to let you breathe.
‘’I love you.’’,you said honestly with a small smile.
‘’For so long. But I was always just your best friend.’’
Alec smiled that smile that mad his blue eyes light up and left you breathless.
‘’You’re still my best friend. I just get to kiss you now.’’
Said and done.

It was half past 11 when Jace tried to catch a look through the little opened gap of your door. When he realized the two people in the room were asleep he dared to open it a little further.
Izzy smiled when she saw you snuggled up in Alec’s arms, his face buried in your hair.
‘’Max deserves a medal.’’

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Vacation (Jooheon smut)

Pairing: Jooheon X Reader

Request: Yes

WC: 1,562

POV: 1st person

Rating: M

Warnings: None

A/N: Not my best, but I hope you like it. 

“Jooheon swimming/beach smut scenario please?”


Originally posted by wonyeols


“Working so much…” He placed a kiss on my jaw as he slowly set me down on the bed and switched positions with me and moved to hover over me. “…made me almost forget…” He kept kissing down my neck and this time went down my chest as he reached back and soon I felt my bra come off. “… how beautiful…” He kissed down the valley of my breasts and made sure to take one into his mouth and the other into his hand. “…my baby is, and how needy…” He started making his way further, as he kissed down my stomach he pulled down my panties. He slowly spread my legs more and he sucked my clit into his mouth before slowly pulling off. I moaned softly before biting my lip, “…I must have left her.” He smirked as he placed a few kisses on my thighs. “I can’t believe I missed out on such pretty noises for so long.”


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‘Drunk in Love’ E.D / PT.3

Requested: No

Warnings: Cursing, Drugs, and Probably Sex

Word Count: 1,614

Summary; Basically you’re a drug dealer and you’ll get the point if you keep reading.

A/N; This just randomly came to the top of my head and I’m flustered by it so don’t mind me.


“E-Ethan.” I moaned, scratching all the way up his back.

Ethan thrusted into me harder, causing my back to arch. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning, making Ethan kiss my neck hard, sure enough to leave hickies. 

“Cum for me, babygirl.” Ethan growled into my ear, automatically sending me over the edge. 

“That’s it babygirl.” 

Ethan’s thrust got sloppier, hitting my spot every time. He pulled out and fell down beside me, throwing his condom into the bin by his bed. He threw the covers onto me and grabbed his underwear from the floor. I watched as his back muscles flexed with every move that he made. 

“I can feel you staring.” He mumbled, causing me to blush. 

I just rolled my eyes and watched as he opened the bedroom door, shutting it quickly behind him. I sighed, throwing the thick cover off of me, leaning over the bed, grabbing my undergarments. I stood up, my legs automatically shaking.

“Fuck.” I grumbled.

I grabbed the nearest shirt which was Ethan’s obviously, tossing it onto my body getting swarmed by the piece of clothing. I looked in the mirror, smiling at how many hickies he left me. 

That glow was more prominent and I have no clue why. I haven’t seen this glow since my ex boyfriend. No, I can’t be falling for Ethan. 

I shook my head and jerked open the door, being welcomed by sex noises.

“What the fuck.” I groaned rubbing my forehead.

“Could you two be any louder?” Jc yelled causing the rest of the boys to laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, Jc. You couldn’t make Lia moan that loud.” I fired back, earning some yells from the boys.

“Shut up, y/n.” he grumbled looking down.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water from the fridge. My group has been chilling at the warehouse for a couple of days, to at least get closer with the group. Overall it’s been a great experience but after only being in this big group for a couple of days, I just figured out that Ethan and Grayson fucked around with the wrong guy who owes them 5 thousand dollars. 

Ethan walked in, giving me one of his famous smirks.

“Are you going to talk to that guy today?” I asked taking a sip from my water.

“I think it’s more safe to now since I have your boys. His group is small but they know what they’re doing.”

“Maybe he’ll listen to me.”

He scoffed, running his talented fingers through his hair. 

“I doubt that, babygirl. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

I blushed, “I mean, I do have the looks and I’m a girl, and guys will do anything to please a girl.”

“Not in the drug world, y/n.”

“You act like I haven’t ever been in the drug world.” I rolled my eyes, walking past him.

“I know you have but things are different in L.A.!”

“I’ve been in L.A. for two fucking years! I think I know what the fuck i’m doing!” 

All eyes were on me and I couldn’t stand it. Maybe joining his group wasn’t a great idea. Two leaders butting heads was not good in our situation. 

“Fine, you try to talk to him and we’ll see what he says. Everyone, grab your weapons and get dressed.”

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the spare room where I was once enjoying Ethan’s presence. I slipped on my black skinnies and decided to throw on one of Ethan’s hoodies. 

“Nice hoodie.” I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever.”

I slipped on my vans and walked past him, smacking my shoulders against him. I took my switchblade from Kian and shoved it inside my pants.

“Kian, you take Jc, the Jacks and Sam with you. Ethan, I’m riding in your car with you and your guys can tag along.”

Everyone nodded their heads, heading to the cars.

“Why’re you riding with me.” Ethan grumbled, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door.

“Because, since we’re both leaders, we need to talk about a plan.”

“Thought you had this worked out, smartass.”

“Can you stop being a dick for two seconds?” I looked up at him and smirked seeing his jaw clenched. 

I opened the passenger door and heard a faint sigh from Grayson. Guess he’s used to sitting in the front but not anymore. Ethan started the car, telling Jc to follow him. 

“So what’s the plan?” Nate asked from the back.

“Y/n’s going to try to talk to Stephen but, knowing Stephen, that shit won’t work so this is basically going to be a murder case.”

“Why can’t you trust me?”

He glared at me and shook his head, turning his attention back onto the road. I really don’t understand what his problem is. I may be a girl but I know how to work around difficult situations. I’ve been doing this for 10 years now, I think I know what they hell i’m doing. 

“So,” I mumbled, trying to break the tension, “why does Stephen owe y’all 5 thousand dollars?”

Ethan let out a big sigh, running his hand across his chin. 

“Stephen use to be in our group, he actually use to be one of our best dealers. Our group got offered a thousand if we could bring a big stash of coke and weed to the party which we were new and thought it was a good idea, which it wasn’t. So, we trusted Stephen with getting the right amount to the party but we soon realized that he was stealing from mine and grayson’s secret stash in the warehouse and selling it in another group.”

“Yeah, E and I tried confronting him but he sent his group out to fight us which we obviously lost because it was 5 against 2 and we were both fucked up at the time so we just acted like we didn’t give two shits.”

“Yeah so now that your group is also involved, I think we can easily get this 5 thousand back.”

I just nodded my head, feeling my heart pound a little bit faster. If this kid tried to kill the twins, what would he do to me? 

Ethan pulled into an alleyway, parking the car in an abandoned parking lot. I took a quick breath and opened the door, sliding out of the car. Grayson patted my back, giving me a small smile. Jc pulled in almost hitting Nate which didn’t surprise me at all.

“Man, watch the fuck out.”Nate yelled.

“Sorry man!” 

I leaned against Ethan’s car and let out a huge sigh. 

“What’s up?” Aaron asked.

I scrunched my eyebrows up at him. 

“Nothing?” 

The kid never fucking talks to me. I rolled my eyes, folding my arms, earning a low chuckle from Ethan.

“Getting scared, princess?”

“No.” 

“Well come on then.”

I followed behind Ethan, feeling like my legs would give out at any second.

What if this guy tries to kill me? What if he kills Ethan? No, you don’t care about Ethan. Fuck. 

I watched as Ethan whipped out his switchblade, pushing the blade out. We came up on this ratty house with wood nailed in over the windows. 

“Okay, y/n, all you have to do is ask for drugs and we’ll come out okay?”

I nodded my head and silently cried as I watched the boys hide around the house. I slowly walked up to the door, taking a quick breath as I knocked on the door. Footsteps were echoing through the house making my hands shake.

“Who is it?”

“I’m here for some drugs.” I whimpered.

The door flung open, revealing a tall dark haired boy who looked to be around 20. He smirked down at me, making me feel uncomfortable. 

“What do you want sweetheart?”

“She wants her 5 thousand dollars.” 

The tall boy jerked his head up, his vision landing behind me. He laughed, causing my whole body to shudder.

“What don’t you understand, Ethan? I don’t want to give you your money back.”

“You obviously have it, Stephen.” 

My whole body was shaking. I’ve never been in this kind of drug deal. 

“Do you have anymore guys with you?” Stephen asked, taking his vision back down to me.

“Why?”

Stephen jerked me towards him, putting a knife at my throat. 

“If you want her to live, you better get your men out in the yard, right now!” He screamed, pushing the knife deeper into my throat.

“Ethan!” I screamed.

“Shut up whore!” Stephen tightened his grip around me, covering my mouth with his other hand. 

“Let her go, Stephen.” Ethan murmured, glancing back an forth between me and him. 

“Not until you show me your men.”

Ethan called for the guys, they all piled in behind Ethan. Stephen chuckled, causing my heart to beat faster.

“Wow, little one here’s heart is beating so fast. Wonder how fast it’ll beat when I fuck the shit out of her.”

“You wouldn’t.” Ethan mumbled.

“Oh, I bet I would. I know you used her as bait, so, I guess I’ll use her as bait as well.”

“What do you want, Stephen?”

Stephen called for one of his guys, handing him a picture.

“If you can find this man and bring him to me in the next 48 hours, I’ll give her back and if you don’t, I’ll kill her. Deal?”

Ethan’s eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t help but cry. 

“What’s his name?” Grayson asked.

“Jonah Hill. You find him, I’ll give her back. He stole something from me and if you bring it, I’ll give her and your money back. Deal?”

Ethan glanced back at me once again, letting out a sigh.

“Deal, but you promise you won’t harm her.”

“Oh, she won’t be hurt but,” he pulled down my hoodie and traced his finger over my neck, “this soft neck will be filled with my marks.”

Grayson and Kian had to hold Ethan back. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her like that!” Ethan growled.

“Then find Jonah!”


pt.4

Request: Please write Alex taking care of the reader while she is sick and being very lovely. Ps: I love your writing SO much! 
Note: PS, I hope this is good enough, all fluff Alex ;-)

Words: 1887


‘How are you holding up babe?’ You looked up, panting while Alex just climbed onto another piece of rock. His definition under a good vacation included some good hikes and the raw beauty of nature. Not that you were complaining, you loved it as much as he did but he forgot sometimes that you had less of that condition he had. He turned around on the rock and looked down to you because you didn’t immediately answered his question.
‘I’m still alive.’ You shrugged with a smile.
‘I see that, all sweaty and gorgeous.’
‘Stop it.’ You chuckled. He threw you a bottle of water and you caught it out of the air, opening it before drinking it half empty.
‘We are almost back.’ He pointed to somewhere on the horizon. How he knew the way you still didn’t understand, you sucked at orientation. He held his hand out and helped you up the rock on which you had an amazing view over the forest you hiked through last couple of hours.
‘This makes everything better.’ You noticed while enjoying this kind of view. He wrapped his arms around you, rested his chin on your shoulder. ‘Yes, you to.’ You answered his waiting look. You stroke your fingers under his chin, placing your lips on his. He groaned in frustration and you started to laugh. ‘Shame we are hiking hmm.’
‘Still have enough of the day left.’ He said with a promising voice. You made some kind of an appreciating sound before following him back uphill. You did nothing else than going uphill last hours, to be quiet about the mosquitos. You kicked one away from your arm, looking at the bite he left behind.
‘Always those,’ you looked up to Alex who was pointing his phone your way. ‘I hate the mosquitos!’ You yelled to his phone. He started laughing, turning it back to himself.
‘She hates the mosquitos.’ He finished his Instagram story.
‘The world should now.’ You murmured, taking a run and jumping on his back. ‘Come on donkey.’ You clicked your tongue, longing to get back to the hotel.

In your favorite summer dress and a cocktail in your hand you looked to Alex surfing his way over the waves. That boy really couldn’t stop moving around all the time. He enjoyed every bit of his vacation like you did watching him, taking a picture, making a video, all the things to remember this vacation for as long as you could. You pulled your sunglasses from your nose onto your head when he pulled that board over the beach, giving you a clear look over his naked wet chest and hair. He dumped the board down aside you, splashing water with his fingers onto you. ‘Stop it.’ You laughed.
‘What?’ He asked. And when you looked up he was looking down to you all in mischief and you knew immediately what that meant.
‘Alex no!’ He grabbed you around your waist, pulling you the whole way back to the sea. You fought his strong arms, laughing in between. ‘Please don’t.’ But he did, throwing you right in the water with dress and everything. You got underneath before you took a new breath when you came back up. You stroke the wet strains of hair out of your face before looking back at him. ‘You bastard!’ You smiled, splashing water over to him. He chuckled, doing the same back. You looked like two little kids having the time of your life. And in fact, it was exactly that, this vacation was so relaxing and fun you wouldn’t forget it any time soon. It was also your first vacation together with Alex and it was not to complain about it. You fought the waves getting away from him but he grabbed you around you waist, pulling you closer so your back contacted with his chest.
‘You love this bastard.’ He whispered into your ear. His hands traveled over your wet dress and you closed your eyes for a minute.
‘Yes, I do.’ You smiled, messing his hair totally up with your hand, turning around in his embrace. You laid your hands over his shoulder and pulled yourself to his eye level. ‘You certainly came on a white horse my prince.’ You said with that typical all in love face of yours. You met Alex on set, he almost didn’t saw you standing when he passed by with his white horse and chariot, in fact, he didn’t saw you. You being more on the background of everything didn’t change the fact he noticed you in an instant. He answered that look by placing his lips onto yours. Your hand stroke over his dark hair while his hand traveled down over your back, resting for a moment on the small of your back before he got lower and you felt that longing again.
‘We should get back to  the hotel.’
‘Yes we do.’ You whispered in agrement, placing another kiss on his lips before making yourself loose from his wet body and struggling your way back to the beach with him.

It was somewhere in the early morning when your body decided it was the best way to hang half an hour over the toilet, throwing everything up you eat yesterday. The bonus, it was more than 30 degrees outside and your body burned equally as hard. The sweat rolled down your forehead, exhausted you sat on the bathroom floor with your head against the cold wall. ‘Y/n?’ Alex came around the corner and looked at you. ‘You look terrible.’
‘It noticed that myself to.’ You murmured, holding on to the wall while getting slowly up. He didn’t waked up when you got here for the first time … and the second, and the third until you agreed to just stay here instead of getting every time back to bed. ‘I think I have the flue, or something else.’ You let your head hang, panting from the little things you did. Alex walked over, supporting your body a little. ‘I don’t want to make you sick to.’
‘Like I care, come on, back to bed.’ He reacted, leading your body right back to the bed. ‘You got a fever to.’ He noticed the heat coming from your skin. You started scratching the mosquito bite on your arm and Alex looked at the red dot. ‘I think we need to get you a doctor, to be safe.’ He noticed your scratching. You followed his look over to the bite, already scared that you maybe got a rare kind of disease. ‘I will call a doctor.’ He noticed your slight panic.

The doctor stated the following; you got the flue as a reaction on those mosquito bites of yours. He tested your blood to be safe but you were all in the clear so you had to sit this one out. There wasn’t more you could do then sleep, try to eat and sleep again. And this on your first vacation with Alex, you ruined everything. You looked over your shoulder when he walked in with a glass of water and a wet towel. ‘Alex,’ you signed as he laid the towel onto your forehead for the fever. It felt good in this heat, you closed your eyes, enjoying the cold for as long as it would last. He came to sit aside you on the bed and you opened your eyes again. ‘Go have fun. I will manage on my own.’ You whispered.
‘I’m here on vacation with you, I’m not leaving you. Besides, who’s gonna hold your hair up when you throw up again?’
‘I can do that myself.’ You protested on his words. He turned on his side and looked at you.
‘Let me take care of you?’ He asked all serious. You shook your head and looked through the hotel window to the blue ocean.
‘This is your vacation, please, enjoy it while it lasts.’ You begged him, guilty by the fact that you where this sick. But he was the stubborn kind and you knew already that he wouldn’t change his current plans, even when you would get angry about it.
‘And you are my girlfriend, so,’
‘Please.’
‘Babe, no.’ He smiled softly. You murmured something and turned away from him, angry on yourself. ‘You would do the same right?’ He asked, hovering over your shoulder.
‘Yes.’
‘What can I get you?’ He asked. You turned your head and looked to him, forcing an exhausted smile on your lips.
‘The light, cold and good stuff.’
‘Arranged. Get some sleep.’ He placed a kiss on your shoulder and jumped from the bed.
‘Alex,’ you called after him when he was ready to leave. ‘Don’t forget to do something fun on the way back.’ You followed when he looked over to you. He rolled his eyes and walked out, leaving you alone with your sleep. Witch you caught right away. How long you slept you didn’t knew but you waked up by the whistling Alex always made when he was cocking. But you were on a hotel so he couldn’t be really doing that. You pulled out of the bed, turning the corner where he was dancing on the music through his headsets. You tilted your head, smiling by his moves while he made some kind of ice tea with fresh fruit. He turned around his own body and stopped when he saw you dancing.
‘Don’t mind me.’ You smiled weakened when he pulled his headphone of.
‘How do you feel?’ He asked concern.
‘Alright. Did you do something fun on the way back?’ You asked in return. You walked over to the table on the little balcony, sitting on a chair in the shade.
 ‘I went swimming here in the hotel, does that count?’
‘Yes it does.’ You nodded while he brought you a ice-cold glass of tea. He took himself one to and came to sit aside you. ‘You’re drinking tea?’
‘What? I’m not gonna drink cocktails without you.’ He shrugged. You signed, bringing your lips to the glass to sip from the tea. It was exactly what you needed, something fresh, light and with enough vitamins to get you back on your feet.
‘You know Alex, I really appreciate you being all the concerned boyfriend but I’m feeling guilty already for taking your time away,’ you looked over to him, desperate. ‘you know I can handle a little flue.’ You followed right after.
‘Y/n, I wouldn’t enjoy my vacation without you. Are you complaining about me taking care of you?’
‘No, I love it. I just don’t want you to be bored, if you want to do something you should.’ You forced a smile on your face. He leaned over his seat to you, stroking a strain of your messy hair back after your ear.
‘I’m never bored. And the more I can take care of you, the faster you will heal up.’ He placed his lips on your shoulder again and you looked at him, shaking your head.
‘To what did I deserve you Alex Hogh?’ You asked softly. He rested his lips on that exact same spot and looked up to you.
‘I’m still apologizing for almost hitting you with that chariot.’ He chuckled. You smiled and looked back to the surrounding. The little breeze did good, but he did more, taking so much care of you, you were sure you would be healed up in no time.

Boruto episode 11 thoughts

Today’s was a better episode than the last week’s.

The animation needs a lot of improvement and the direction can do the pacing a bit better. Really the story is fine but anime needs work.

Sumire and co got rescued by Naruto(’s clone). I get that she was the most injured out of the three but the amount of focus on her is starting to grate on my nerves. Somehow I don’t like her and this is not the Borusara shipper in me speaking because I also fangirl over Borumitsu (mostly brotp but borderline ho-yay). Something is not right about that girl. Either the insane focus is because she has an intentional (perhaps - the poor orphan girl who just wants her parents and the villain took advantage of this to manipulate her - kind of) part in the attacks or this is just for ship war. The former makes sense somewhat because unlike Denki and Iwabe, she didn’t receive a solo episode. The latter not so much because even Borusara (the almost canon ship) itself is in friendship mode right (I mean they are barely 8 right now). That said I have no doubt if it’s the former, she will be redeemed and will be teaming up with Denki and Iwabe in future. If it’s the latter then….meh. In all honesty, I want to see her as a well rounded character and we got a glimpse of that today when she was watching Wasabi and Namida with their families.

Boruto is such a good person. He is really like a mix of Naruto and Sasuke, so protective of their loved ones. Lol at his shadow clones having an attitude. He actually apologises to Sumire despite it being not his fault. He is becoming my favourite character day by day. That said, looking at his “can do” attitude right now, something drastic must have happened between the six months time period between academy graduation and chunin exams to make him become so demotivated that he didn’t even want to participate in chunin exams and later even cheat in it. Because he was just fine until academy graduation where he “couldn’t wait” to become a ninja. Do I smell another arc in making where Boruto goes on an adventure where he gets screwed up badly and loses his motivation?

Borusara moment was all platonic deep friendship. Sarada noticed Boruto is distressed and dragged him out to lessen it. So cute​ and shows how observant she is of him. That’s some deep childhood friendship right out there guys.

Naruto, Sai and Shino being reasonable authority figures. Just them being grownups makes me feel so sad yet proud. Sai being hard on himself because he wants to help fellow Root shinobi while Shino being the proud and involved teacher. Naruto…..you really need to sort out your priorities. Your son needs you more than your friend. And don’t pull your son’s ear. He is being a good boy, you will see. Also we see Sakura.

It’s so cool that everyone joins in the BoruShikaMitsu investigation. So badass of the academy students as well as the mailmen. They even come up with a plan and ambush the masked guy. And teams splitting up was so cool. Even Chocho joins in and gets tired easily. And the fight scene was so cool.

Except Sarada. Where is she? This is not definitely because she thinks this is childish game by Boruto, because she knows about the shadow. She possibly went to a reasonable authority figure. Maybe her sensei? Whoever that is.

Mitsuki definitely knows what’s going on. I think his role is just opposite of Sumire’s. He knows dark secrets but I think ultimately he means no harm. And look at that smirk. And god he is walking on water. Such a talented boy.

Borushika brotp is so sweet. He is definitely Boruto’s elder brother figure just like Shikamaru is to Naruto. Jumping in to protect his lil bro from harm.

Denki finally got to do some ninja stuff while Boruto is using his Hyuga style Gentle fist. Denki and Shikadai high fiving. And Boruto sending in a live kunai at the shadow. Just so good. Iwabe and Boruto joint attack was so good.

Metal Lee and Inojin are quickly becoming another brotp of mine. Look at all that bromance. Inojin’s smirk while drawing his sword and Metal’s sass while calling Boruto and co noisy and then getting knocked out just takes the cake.

Tayori-san and the postal bureau chief were cool while we finally get to see the villain or at least his pawn or agent with a mask. Definitely inspired by Miraculous Ladybug.

This villain is definitely going to affect Boruto’s future. I think the series will become darker from here on. Slice-of-life things will be here and there but I genuinely think Boruto is going to be darker than Naruto.

Preview….Mitsuki has to tell Boruto something. Definitely he wants to confess something about this ghost thing or is going to tell Boruto about the sun-moon thing. Either this or Borumitsu is going to sail.

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Chapter 19 - Magnets

Allegra finally conked out on her bed… I even tempted to poke her a few times to make sure she was fully asleep for sure.

I checked my phone and saw a text from Mr. Leto.

Bring your swimsuit.

I snagged my bikini from my suitcase and snuck out of the room effortlessly. As I stepped into the spacious living room area, I spotted a pair of bright almond eyes looked back at me in the dim light.

It was Nico.

“Can’t sleep Nico?”

“Uh – yeah,” he spoke hesitantly. I could see that he was holding something behind his back. The silver foil from what looked like a Hershey’s bar.

I grabbed it from behind him.

“Hey!” he started to yell, but quickly hushed himself so he wouldn’t wake anyone.

“Nico, Mom said to stay away from the candy. You’ll be sick!”

“It’s no fair Kerri. You get what you want, but I can’t eat candy.”

I paused dead in my tracks.

“What in the world am I getting?” I asked. Uncertainty tried to creep in, but I wasn’t having it. He’s too young to know what he’s talking about, unless-

“You get to be with Mr. Leto” He squinted his eyes at me.

My heart sank as I nearly choked on my breath.

My little brother. My little, sneaky, blameless – so I thought – little brother was smarter than I ever gave him credit for in his almost 9 years of life here.

“Nico, Mr. Leto and I already went over this with you. We were just-“

“I don’t believe you.” He frowned up his face, partly in confusion, partly upset. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And he look at you a lot, Kerri. And when you look at him, your eyes do the same thing. It’s like they talk to each other or something.”

He knows, Kerri. It’s either flight or fight.

I busted into forced bent-over, side-splitting laughter.

Nico looked stunned.

“What an imagination you have!” I tried to catch my breath dramatically. “Now I see why mom said to put you in drama camp.”

He put his hands on his hips. “Nuh-uh. It’s the truth. At least I think it is.”

I saw an open door and I walked through it. “Are you kidding? Mr. Leto? Ew, Nico! He’s an adult.”

I could see reason coming over Nico’s face. He was taking the bait.

Yes.

“He’s like dad to both of us. You know that, right?” I stopped and caught myself.

Omg, I’ve turned into Mr. Leto. I sounded just like him when he spoke to Renee.

I shook myself back into the present and looked at Nico who was scratching his head as his little brain went to work on the lies I fed him.

Finally, he rubbed his eyes and said, “I guess you’re right,” he conceded.

Good. I just needed one last detail or sentence or anything to seal this deal.

“And besides, I already have a boyfriend, so it’d be so wrong.”

“Derek?” He asked as his little eyes lit up.

I nodded convincingly.

“Wow. Well that makes sense.”

“See? You got all caught up in a guess.”

I knew exactly what I was getting myself into by telling big-mouthed Nico this, but desperate times call for desperate measures- even if it means Mr. Leto will have a fit.

“Now do I have to tell mom about your candy eating habits?

“No!” he begged.

“Then go to bed and stop making up ridiculous stories!”

“Fine.” He huffed dramatically and ran to his room.

I stayed in the living room until he was out of sight and closed his door.

I looked over across the room to Mr. Leto’s half of the suite. Now it was my turn to be up during the night, but I was going for more than a midnight snack.

I crept through the dark 3 –room luxury suite on my way to Mr. Leto’s area.

I pulled back the slide door that separated his master room from all of ours. I stepped in quickly, sliding the shade shut ever so quietly.

I turned and almost jumped out of my skin as I saw Mr. Leto staring at me from the couch. He just laid there, eyeing me; his face as effervescent as a photograph.

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Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. “pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!” The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.
Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube.
Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. “Posey’s got a lotta gas teach!” Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird…
That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin’s dorm to chill and play some video games. “Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He’s my new dorm neighbor!” Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. “How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?” Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. “So… what do you do for fun?” Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with “huh… this…” Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. “So… huh… what’s your last name?” Tyler asked. “O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!” Dylan lit up. “What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…” Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler’s spine. “That was some fart in class today…” Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler’s eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. “It was okay… I… guess…” Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game.
Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn’t sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler’s fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn’t! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn’t possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. “Dude! You look like shit” Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. “You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?” Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin’s new buddy Dylan doesn’t drink and the guys cracked up. “He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!” “Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em’ all at him. Be merciless!” John’s idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… “he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!” Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment “Yesterday’s was better…” Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan’s. That’s when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. “Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!” John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped  a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. “Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano” John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. “Dylan, buddy! You’re not even flinching! You’re a beast to put up with this!” Greg was impressed by Dylan’s composure. What John and Greg didn’t know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan’s SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.
Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey’s gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan’s brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. “We’re now a group of five bros man, you’re in!” John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?
The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more “Everclear” than you’d know what to do with. “Do we really have to invite him? I still think he’s a dweeb!” Tyler asked John. “Dude! You’re just upset that you can’t throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!” Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. “Hey Tyler!” Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan “How come you don’t drink?” Dylan looked at him sheepishly; “I’ll drink, if you’ll be nice to me.” Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan’s facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said “This doesn’t have a taste? *hiccup*” Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. “Come here kid, I’ll show you some beer…” Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. “This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…” Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan “cool” in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. “Man, Dylan’s pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?” Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. “He’s fine, he can crash here tonight. I don’t want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home.” The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.
Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy’s face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. “What the fuck was that?!?” Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. “Fucking dweeb” Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… “Don’t do it” Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan’s ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan’s gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb?
Tyler’s dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. “What? No hangover?!?!” Tyler pointed out. “That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home…” Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Dylan was a ringer. Go onto a campus, be the nice kid, get all the teachers’ good graces, impress all the popular folk, then control the crowd. Tyler was impressed and the two sat down for breakfast. It was Saturday and the whole day was open. Dylan had no homework. Tyler just had a small report. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. “Man, I bet I had some GAS last night.” Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler’s direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan’s was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. “So you can retaliate?” Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler’s dick grew in his shorts. “I thought I’d freshen the room a bit with my brew.” Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler… was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. “Have you read your book yet?” Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan’s next quote sent chills down his spine. “Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?” Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. “Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey…” Dylan sat on Tyler’s lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm… not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler’s shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan’s back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler’s stomach. “I see you’ve stopped competing… is someone out of gas?” Dylan cooed at Tyler. “You’re the king.” Tyler moaned over and over. “The king?!?” Dylan smiled. “Well, that’s pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?” Tyler was taken aback by Dylan’s remark… Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn’t matter… In fact it felt safer… Dylan was doing this willingly… “Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!” Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap… “But you told me to get out… so I guess this is goodbye…” Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler’s legs had lost circulation but that didn’t stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan’s crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school?
Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. “Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday’s mistakes. Can’t sit next to the gas bomb for too long!” John chuckled at Tyler’s expense and Tyler stared at Greg… pointing to the empty seat next to him. “Man Posey, I don’t think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!” Posey tried to laugh it off… deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan’s round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn’t wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan’s ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan’s butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan’s ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey’s notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind.
“Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?” Greg asked. “Yeah, see you then! I’m bring Hoechlin!” Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, “Wait? What’s going on?” Posey looked confused. “Oh, we’re hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?” Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. “Yeah, come on!” John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. “What the fuck was that!?” Tyler was furious with the mind games. “Chill buddy, you getting’ jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?” Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler’s grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. “Well, what would we do together?” Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. “Well… we could… study…” Tyler sulked. “Oh, because you didn’t record any notes today and need mine?” Dylan laughed and tickled Posey’s nipple. Posey flinched and responded. “We… we… can do the thing…” “Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I’d hook you soon. Tell you what, I’ll give you my notes, but at a price…” Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. “All the notes you can ever need… but you’ll be my personal fart sniffer… for life.” Dylan massaged Tyler’s shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan’s other hand moved down to Tyler’s member… “I think your little friend has chosen for you”.
Dylan walked right into Tyler’s apartment. “Man, you still got any of that bean dip?” I’m hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. “In.” Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan’s ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan’s hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan’s ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That’s when the first fart hit. Tyler’s nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan’s ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: “You couldn’t even last 5 minutes down there. You’re pathetic. If you don’t do better next time I’m gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly” Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew. He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan’s gas.
Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine’s. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone’s attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. “He wants me to do this now?!?” Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey’s thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. “Dude! That’s enough, you’re proving your point you’re a fucking GOD! Now get off me!” Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. “No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys.” Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. “Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?” Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler’s mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan’s shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan’s open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler’s oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. “Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more” Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? “You’re doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don’t pass out” On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan’s fart trap. “We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you’ll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar.” Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn’t say love, what did?
A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg’s house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. “Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me.” John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. “Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!” The smell hit the guys with force. “UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler’s farts have stunk SO much worse!” Hoechlin looked confused. “Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?” Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried “STOP!” They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan’s gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

Kurt Wagner/Beach Imagines.

Originally posted by claracivry

  • Imagine Kurt seeing the ocean for the first time.
    • really bright red swim trunks.
      • Cool sunglasses.
        • Maybe a cool sunhat.
          • Probably still gets embarrassed seeing you in a swimsuit, even if he’s seen it all before.
            • You still bashful seeing him shirtless. He’s not skinny, he’s just tall, toned, and lankier than say— Peter.
    • Imagine his excitement as he literally tugs you out of the car, along with your bag of supplies.
      • you’re telling him to slow down, and that he’s not Peter.
        • He tells you to shhhh in a gentle tone, his hand squeezing yours tightly.
          • This makes you chuckle.
  • Imagine the sound he makes when his feet press against the sand for the first time. It almost sounds like he’s purring, and his tail is moving rapidly behind him. 
    • His toes dig in for a few seconds and he rolls his head back.
      • It feels really good, like his feet are being massaged.
  • Imagine the eagerness, and his jumpy attitude as you seat up the umbrella, and lay out the beach towels. You tell him that you’ll catch up after you put  your sunscreen on, and so, Kurt moves ahead of you and goes to the shoreline.
  • Imagine the look on his face as he walks up to the water, looks down at it and pops and toe in to check the temperature.
    • His eyes narrow a bit, as the water is slightly cold, but the longer he keeps his toe in, the warmer it gets.
      • You’re watching from your place on the beach towels with a small smile, applying sunscreen to your arms and legs.
  • Imagine Kurt idling in the water, only walking in enough so it reaches his hips. He takes a deep breath in and sighs happily.
    • The warmth of the sun feels good on his shoulders as he rolls them and sinks onto his knees in the water.
  • Kurt glances back at you, giving you a warm smile. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he has a chance to say anything, a wave knocks him over completely.
    • When he resurfaces, he merely laughs loudly, and swims around.
  • Imagine joining him in the water, and the first thing you feel is his tail slithering around your waist so he can tug you closer.
    • “Let me keep you warm until you get used to the water” he says with a mischievous smirk.
      • You smile bashfully and nod.
  • Imagine Kurt walking around in the sand and collecting seashells for you.
    • There’s a pile of them for you to take home. 
  • Imagine all the sandcastles.
    • Kurt somehow convincing you to bury him.
      • He gets half way there and then starts to complain.
        • You still got a picture though.
  • Absolutely insists on getting ice cream from the nearby vendor.
    • He actually has like three cones.
      • All chocolate.
  • Imagine Kurt picking you up and playfully tossing you into the water when you tease him.
    • Except he doesn’t actually toss.
      • He transports the two of you into the water with a loud cackle.
  • Imagine sitting on the towels at the end of the day and watching the sunset. He leans his head over and presses it against yours with a small smile.
    • You can read what he’s thinking by his body movement.
      • “I love you” you whisper.
        • “I love you more.”


Bonus:

  • Imagine Peter speeding by and pushing Kurt into the water. Kurt’s face is priceless.