Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”
A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters. Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.
- G. x
Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.
Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.
“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”
“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”
“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.
“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.
“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.
“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.
“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.
You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.
You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.
As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.
“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.
“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.
“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.
“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”
“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.
“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.
“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.
You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.
“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.
“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.
“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”
“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.
Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.
He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.
He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.
You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.
Anxiety was curled up on the couch in the common room listening to music. He was still processing the events of the day, being changed so much. He smiled a little and patted his bangs.
At least he had them back.
Anxiety was suddenly made aware of the three figures standing in the doorway, staring at him. They were smiling.
He lifted his headphones from his ears and dropped them around his neck, waiting for one of them to say something.
“So…,” Roman started “You were pretty adorable as Talyn, hm?”
“No. No, I’m done with shape-shifting right now.” Anxiety held his hands up defensively.
“Ooh! How about Terrance?” Patton clapped his hands.
“Joan?” Logan asked.
“Okay, but you have to admit Valerie is fun!” Roman grinned.
“No! No shapeshifting!” Anxiety pushed back into the couch as the others approached, “No! Get back! I’m no-”
Anxiety stopped short, realizing his voice had changed. He looked down and recognized Joan’s outfit.
“Awe! Joan really suits you! And that eyeshadow!” Patton squealed.
“I must admit that I am inclined to agree.” Logan said, adjusting his glasses.
“I said no! How hard is that to understand!?” Anxiety demanded, standing up. He was now shorter than the others which only elicited more coos of endearment.
“Oh, alright! Besides, I preferred you at Talyn!” Roman said, flicking his wrist to change Anxiety’s form again.
Anxiety felt a wave of nausea, and panic bubbling in his gut. No, not his gut. This isn’t his body. This isn’t him. Who was he? Not this.
“G-guys. Stop.” He choked.
“Anxiety is right, afterall Valerie was a much better fit.” Logic smirked, changing Anxiety again at the nod of his head
No. Nononononono. What’s going on?
They’re changing your form.
Because they like you better this way.
Not the regular way?
No, that version disgusts them. You disgust them.
I disgust them. Why else would they change me?
Now you’re getting it.
Anxiety tried to shove Logan aside to get to his room, to get away, but he was considerable smaller now. He was no longer any match to Logan.
“Guys! We’re forgetting Terrence!” Roman said excitedly, changing Anxiety again.
Anxiety couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He had to sit down.
“Now? But they’re watching.
You’re going to faint.
No. No, I can make it.” Anxiety mumbled to himself, completely unaware he was speaking out loud now.
“Make it where?” Logan asked.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-” Anxiety tried to move by again, but Roman grabbed his wrists.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Anxiety yelled and ripped his arms away. “Me? But not me. I’m not me. Who am I? Wh-who am I? Don’t touch me. This isn’t me. Who is this?” Anxiety continued to ramble as his eyes began to glaze over. He sank to the floor and put his head in his hands, mumbling to himself.
“What’s happening!?” Roman yelled worriedly, and flinched when Anxiety jumped, surprised by the sounds as if he had forgotten he wasn’t alone. Anxiety continued mumbling to himself like he hadn’t been interrupted, but now he was rocking.
“We set off a panic attack!” Logan tried to state calmly, but the panic was clinging to his words. “We need to calm him down!”
“How?!” Roman yelled again, pacing.
“Change him back!” Patton yelled, but was already doing it himself.
Anxiety felt a wave of familiarity. But why was it familiar? What’s happening?
He looked down
“…me?” he whispered.
“Yes! Yes, it’s you Anxiety!” Patton exclaimed dropping to the floor and after his breathing calmed Patton tried to pull Anxiety into a hug.
“Don’t touch me!” Anxiety snapped “It’s bad enough you don’t like me the way I am, you don’t also have to pity me!”
He tried to stand and storm off to his room, but ended up stumbling and crashing into Roman, who reacted by immediately steadying him.
“Let go of me.” Anxiety snarled, and pushed off of Roman’s chest.
Roman let go and Anxiety ran to his bedroom, trying to ignore the pricks of tears in his eyes.
He knew that they hated him. He just didn’t know the extent of it.
when you combine this with my headcanon (for my bitty-navigates-his-early-20′s fic that i may or may not ever write) that bitty joins a local beer league after he moves to Providence….you get…
Bitty is thrilled when he discovers a local rec league in Providence. He’s missed being out on the ice and it sounds like a great way to make some friends. Even better, there’s no checking allowed. He signs up right away.
Seokjin would treat you the same whether you were tall or small (as I’ve said in another reaction). But he’ll likely tease you about your height and make jokes without offending you.
“You’re even smaller than Jimin!”
I doubt Yoongi really cares about your height, however he will make jokes about your height compared to the other members. If you get upset because of his jokes he’ll quickly cheer you up by hugging you and telling you he think your height is cute.
“I’m only kidding jagi, you’re way cuter than them anyway.”
He’ll find you fucking adorable, no matter what mood you’re in. He would die over how cute you look when you’re pouty because of his teasing. Hoseok will constantly fan girl over you.
“How can one person be soooo cute?!”
once again you’re jimin
He would try to keep his thoughts, about how stunning you are, to himself. However, he can’t hide his constant in awe stares aimed at you, which are of course noticed by everyone around the two of you. The other members would ALWAYS tease him because of this.
“I wasn’t staring! There was food on Y/N’s face!”
stressed af namjoon again
He said he would prefer a shorter girl so I see him looking proud af whenever he looks at the two of you in the mirror or something and notices the height difference. He’d probably have his arms wrapped around you 24/7, loving how smol you are.
“Woah, I’m so tall Y/N!”
Whenever he looks down at you and sees your eyes staring back up at him he can’t help but squeal. You know when he grabs and kisses the camera? Imagine that you’re the camera, because he couldn’t help but kiss you all the time as he’s overwhelmed by your cuteness.
This little shit will not only tease you all day everyday, he’ll always put things on high shelves so you couldn’t reach and would have to ask him for help; he’d also make you beg for him to get it for you, he’ll have a smug grin on his face the whole time. However, he only does this to feel like a manly boyfriend, of course he wouldn’t let you know that though.
“Eh ask me in 10 minutes, I might be bothered to get it then.”
D’Artagnan showing up, alone, at the monastery to get Aramis like “I am so tired and hungry and have had such a hard time Aramis let’s go” but Aramis is like “First let me read you my thesis and also some poetry…I can’t get you real food but we do have spinach” and d’Artagnan’s entire reaction
Athos teaching his manservant a form of sign language so there’d be at least one person he wouldn’t have to speak verbally with
Athos locking himself and his servant in the cellar of this dude’s inn and drinking all his wine, ransacking all his groceries
D’Artagnan being so overwhelmed by Athos’ angst, so awkward, so uncertain how to respond so he just pretends to fall asleep and Athos lowkey finds it adorable like “aw look at this. lightweight. #BlessHim”
D’Artagnan showing up to talk to Athos. Wearing a dress. And Athos not even batting an eye.
The Inseparables teaching d’Artagnan to play tennis but he nearly gets smacked in the eye by the ball and panics, “I have to meet with the king I cannot go to the palace with a black eye” and that one guard dragging him about it so d’Artagnan chases him all over Paris on a duel and actually kills the guy. The king finds this hilarious and gives everyone money I’m crying
Papa “Do not sell this horse” d’Artagnan, Charles *Immediately Sells the Horse* d’Artagnan
Athos “d’Artagnan don’t do the thing” de la Fere, Charles “Athos I did the thing it went about as well as you expected” d’Artagnan
D’Artagnan’s hysterics over Constance and Athos initially trying to calm him down but then just telling him to go ahead and weep, d’Artagnan actually fainting from being so upset about Constance
Athos “You jostled my injured shoulder, prepare to die” de la Fere
Athos being the leader of the Charles d’Artagnan fanclub
D’Artagnan making smalltalk before his duel like “is your arm okay for fighting?” and then apologizing to Aramis and Porthos because he’s that sure Athos is going to kill him before he can fight them I mean in what way was that not pure gold c’mon son
The Boys scrounging for food and they all contribute and then d’Artagnan being like, “I know a guy who has chocolate”
Rochefort and d’Artagnan hating each other to such an extent they kinda bond over it
The musketeers forming a Friendship Walk so many across it takes up the entire street
D’Artagnan fighting Rochefort at that inn and then getting the hell beat out of him by everyone there, subsequently fleeced, and then showing up at Treville’s office like “look man, I got nothin’”
That one scene where Athos spends like half an hour giving d’Artagnan a detailed play-by-play of gambling, losing all their stuff, winning some back, losing it again, while d’Artagnan steadily wilts on the spot.
D’Artagnan’s tendency to exclaim/whisper/mutter/hiss “merde !” so often it’s practically his catchphrase
D’Artagnan being lowkey insulted and quite honestly alarmed by life in general
Pairing: Dean x Female Reader Rating: M Warnings: Swearing, mild dirty talk, smut. I have no shame. Note: Happy late Valentine’s Day; here’s some smut. I didn’t proofread this, so sorry in advance for any errors.
Dean’s wearing that coat again.
You tried not to stare when he came out of the motel room earlier in the morning, but– okay, you’re only human.
The worst part is – well, not the worst part – is that he knows how good he looks in it. The whole day he’s been sauntering around, that goddamn smirk on his face, and you can’t decide if you want to punch him, or kiss him.
(You definitely want to kiss him)
“Gotta hit up the library, kid.” He says, getting back in the Impala after he talked to a witness. “We should find out more about the history of that house.”
“Uh huh.” You agree, distracted as you watch him loosen his tie and pull off his coat.
He snaps his fingers in front of you. “Are you listening to me?”
You snort. “You sound like my Mom.”
He glares. “That’s hilarious.”
Dean pulls away from the curb and you watch as he glances in the mirrors and rests his right wrist on the steering wheel, the other arm resting on the window. That’s another thing – whenever he wears this coat, he ends up getting too warm and takes it off halfway through the day, leaving him in a dress shirt with the sleeves inevitably rolled up. Another favorite Dean look.
You’re trying not to stare at the veins on his arms, you really are, but they’re right there.
Guess who wrote some more Steve/Tony/Bucky/Natasha???? It’s me. Why.
God, this safe house had seen better days.
Steve wrinkled his nose at the tiny cot and moldy-smelling
sheets and wondered if he could handle staying awake one more day.
“I need the bathroom right now immediately,” Tony began, and
hustled in the direction Natasha had pointed in.
Bucky put his hands on his hips and looked around, frowning.
“Would it make you feel better or worse to know that Hydra had worse?”
“Shut up,” Natasha said tiredly, prepared to flop onto the
cot, then apparently thought better of it and sat down on the floor.
Steve followed suit. He was quite tired. Who knew that
accepting Tony’s offer to go with him on a trip to a public speaking event meant that
they’d get chased down by both AIM and
Hydra? At least they had been wearing casual clothes and sneakers. Tony had had
to ditch his suit jacket and steal a hoodie to try and blend in with the crowd,
and he was still wearing his loafers.
“You okay, Tony?” Steve asked after realizing they hadn’t
heard him in quite some time.
Both Bucky and Natasha turned toward the bathroom door in
concern when no response was forthcoming.
“…Tony?” Steve asked again, getting to his feet.
The doorknob jiggled and then there was a sad-sounding
squeak. “Oh no.”
Bucky and Natasha were immediately on their feet as well. “What?!”
“Are you okay?”
“No,” Tony said, honestly sounding like he might cry. “I can’t
get out because the doorknob broke.”
“Aw,” Natasha whispered, looking amused and sympathetic all
at once. She smacked Steve’s shoulder with the back of her hand. “Help him,
Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed the knob on
“…You fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered gleefully as he gaped
down at the doorknob in his hand.
“Steve?” Tony asked plaintively.
“Just—just a second, honey,” Steve said, turning back to
Natasha with wild eyes and motioning at the door.
Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed. “My gear won’t help if
there isn’t a lock to pick.”
“What?” Tony’s voice went higher in pitch. “What are you
talking about, what do you mean there isn’t a lock—”
“Get in the bathtub, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed.
“What why? What’s going on?”
“Get in the bathtub.”
There was a pause as they listened to him shuffle around,
and then, “Why am I in the bathtub?”
Bucky slammed his heel into what was left of the doorknob,
causing the wood around it to shatter and the door to burst inward. Tony yelped
as it ricocheted off the tub, ducking further into it and covering his head
against the splinters.
Bucky stepped into the bathroom and reached down to scoop
him up despite the lack of space usually needed to do so. “I gotcha, doll.”
“What a hellish day,” Tony complained, hiding his face against
Bucky’s shoulder. “Everyone should cuddle me.”
“We can do that,” Natasha answered immediately, elbowing
Steve in the side. “Steve.”
He looked at her in confusion. “Wh—oh,” he whispered,
looking around wildly, then hid the doorknob under the cot.
“Gimme,” Natasha said with just a touch of murder.
Bucky held his hands up to allow her to curl around Tony on
his lap. “You know you don’t have to use the murder voice, right? You and Tony
weigh, like. Five pounds.” He patted the floor beside him for Steve. “Especially
when you spread out over both our laps.”
“I weigh at least five pounds all by myself,” Tony grumbled.
He plopped his feet into Steve’s lap. “Rub these please.”
Steve gently pulled off one loafer and grimaced. “Aw, honey.”
Natasha and Bucky whipped around to look and let out
sympathetic sounds when they saw his bloody sock. And he hadn’t even complained
“I think there’s supposed to be a first-aid kit here,”
Natasha offered, standing again. “Hold tight, Tony.”
Tony muttered to himself about how he’d been holding her tight, but whatever. Bucky and Steve
fought valiantly not to find that adorable and failed. She returned shortly
with what was quite possibly the tiniest first-aid kit they’d ever seen. It did
have bandages and Neosporin though, so Steve didn’t judge it too harshly, instead delicately peeling
off Tony’s sock.
“Ow,” Tony couldn’t help but whimper, hiding his face in
Bucky’s shoulder again.
“Shh, honey, I’m sorry,” Steve murmured, grimacing at all
the burst blisters on Tony’s foot. “We’ll get this fixed up.”
“What do you mean ‘we,’” Natasha began, because she was
disgusted by feet, only to jolt backward. “Jesus
Bucky scowled at her, lifting a hand to pat Tony’s back as
he tried to pull his foot away so she didn’t have to see it. Luckily Steve had
gotten a good grip of his ankle the moment he’d seen Natasha look in his
“I mean. Oh dear,” Natasha said haltingly, opening the
Neosporin. “Why didn’t you say anything, Tony?”
“We needed to get to cover.”
Steve smiled sadly. “You did a good job, honey.”
“Gross, gross, gross,” Natasha whispered, squirting Neosporin
on all of his blisters. “C’mon, Steve.”
Steve began bandaging his foot carefully. “We’ve got you,
“’m sorry,” Tony said softly, shoulders sagging. “This was
supposed to be fun. I was gonna take you guys out to dinner. Maybe see a show.
Just… do something that wasn’t life-threatening for once.”
“It’s not your fault,” Natasha said immediately. “You can
still do that when this blows over, too. We can even go for something exotic
and heinously expensive.”
Bucky hurried to agree with her. “Yeah, doll, let’s try
“Right,” Steve added after Natasha prodded his shoulder
impatiently. “I’m trying to concentrate, Natasha.”
Tony choked on a sad laugh. “I must look bad if you’re all
agreeing to something heinously expensive.”
“Fine,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just ridiculously
expensive then. Will you stop moving your foot?”
“You guys are mean. I’m breaking up with you. I’m going to
date Sam, Bruce, and Thor instead.”
“You love to dress Natasha up too much to break up with her,”
“Thor would look good in dresses too!” Tony burst out.
While Bucky and Steve were stunned, Natasha just shrugged. “No,
it’s true. He’s just sad most Midgardian dresses won’t fit him.”
Bucky and Steve choked.
“What the fuck, Natasha?!” Steve and Bucky shouted the next day as she
raced away, carrying Tony on her back.
“You snooze, you lose, suckers!” Natasha called back over
Tony’s giggles, grinning when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders tighter
and urged her faster.
“You think you’re going to pee because you drank all that sweet tea in less than ten minutes.”
“But I’m so sweet because of all the sweetness in my sweet tea, don’t you see my sweetheart?” You threw your body back against the passenger seat of Bucky’s car. You had your legs pulled up to your chest as you turned to look over at Bucky with a silly smile covering your face.
“Are you sweet though, are you really?” Bucky teased, taking his eyes away from the highway for only a second to look at you with a smirk.
“I am too sweet! I’m the sweetest gal in this whole wide universe.” You crossed your arms around your legs and shivered. You didn’t know why Bucky always kept the car so cold, you were wearing track shorts and a band tee.
“The universe is a very large place, doll.” Bucky rested one hand on the steering wheel and moved his spare arm to rest of the armrest lazily.
“I know.” The grin could be heard through your tone of voice. You waited only a couple of seconds before chipping up again. “Thank you for the concert tickets, by the way. I don’t know how I’ll beat your birthday present now.”
“You’ve wanted to see Ed Sheeran for a while now, at least now you’ll finally shut up about it.” You punched his arm lightly, knowing it wouldn’t hurt him either way. “I’m kidding, god you’re touchy.”
It was true, for the past few years all you’ve talked about is wanting to go see Ed Sheeran in concert. You had been to plenty of concerts before, but you had never seen him despite him being one of your top favorite artists. On your birthday Bucky surprised you with two tickets to his Divide Tour, and after the long wait you were finally going to his concert tonight.
“I love this song!” You got distracted from your previous conversation when Nancy Mulligan came on, you were playing your Spotify playlist dedicated to Ed on the way to the city the concert was being held at.
Bucky had barely opened the door to the hotel room before you were flying underneath his arm and skipping in the room at a fast speed. You dropped your suitcase by the bathroom door and instantly kicked off your shoes, leaving you in just your emoji socks.
By the time Bucky got fully into the room, with the door shut behind him, you were already standing on top of the queen sized bed like you owned the place. You had your hands on your hips as a silly grin plastered over your makeup free face. Bucky only grinned in return as he dropped his duffel next to yours, and mocked your stance.
“I’m so excited!” You jumped up and down on the bed several times. “I’m gonna breath the same air as him, can you believe it?! Ed’s my favorite person in the whole wide world, besides you of course, and honestly Ed Sheeran understands women more than women understand women.”
You kept rambling on and on, jumping on the bed like a young child with a grin covering your pretty features. Bucky watched in awe at how adorable you looked. Your hair was messy and your face was clear of makeup, although Bucky thought you looked like the most gorgeous girl with or without it. Your smile made his heart stop beating and your carefree actions made him fall even more in love with you.
Even though you weren’t his girl.
Bucky was your best friend, and he had been for a few years now. You were your complete and utter self around him. He had seen you at your worst and he had seen you at your best, yet loved you all the same. It’s like you didn’t even notice how much he loved you, nor did you notice every action you did made his breath get caught in his throat.
He had watched you fall in love, and he watched your heart break in half. He listened to your rants and never once complained. He went to family events that you honestly didn’t want to attend just to keep you company, he even pretended to be your boyfriend on several different occasions to get the judgmental sides of your family to shut up.
He once washed your hair when you were sick while you wore one of his shirts, he shaved your legs when you were too lazy and painted your nails when you were down. He knew to play with your hair at the end of a long day because it made you feel at ease, he knew you didn’t like milk in your cereal and hated food that looked remotely burnt.
He knew you were afraid of heights and the dark, so he reached for things up high and bought you a nightlight. He ran his fingers up and down your arm when you felt overwhelmed by anxiety to calm you down.
Everyone else saw that the best thing for you was standing right before your eyes, but you didn’t notice. You were too lost in your own little world to realize who you had with you all along.
Bucky snapped out of his daze when you hopped down from the bed and went straight for your suitcase, flipping it open and digging out everything you needed to get ready for the concert that was only in four hours.
“I’m going to get dolled up.” You called out over your shoulder before skipping excitedly towards the bathroom. He nodded in response, clearing his head to be back into reality.
“You know how Derek is a giant book nerd?Could you draw Derek in a library or something? And him being all happy and Stiles behind him, smiling because LOOK AT MY DORK OF A HUSBAND”
@pale-silver-comb well u bloody asked for it darling!!!! Dork derek reading his book and smiling like the cute potato he is while Stiles watching him in an awe!!!! (also banana shirt for Derek cuz its adorable and glasses)
btw this is the crazy thing i did, i drew a background for this piece for the first time by myself! without refs!!!
Lmao i just noticed i put ‘u’ instead of “you” in the title, does that bother anyone? I’ll fix it if so.
Idk. I’m tired asf and i actually can’t remember if i came up with this bc of the thunder or saw it somewhere at some point so if i saw it creds to u thinker of the idea. (Btw the gifs aren’t their reactions. Just cute gifs of them)
-I feel like Hobi would giggle for a bit and wrap his arms around you because he loves cuddles and hugs (especially from you) -Then he would probably see what made you scared and get scared himself -He would make a little squeak noise and pull you closer -probably hide his face in the crook of your neck -all in all you being scared leads to him being scared
-Yoongi would probably just give you this unamused look -Then sneakily slip his arm around your waist and turn his head away -But he’d keep sneaking looks at you out of the corner of his eyes -He would pull you into his side with that one arm and just hold you there -But for the sake of swag he would hold in his smile until you looked away -Or closed your eyes -Or hid your face -Just any way you wouldn’t be able to see his smile because he’s too swag
-I feel like Namjoon would just shrug like “alright” and kiss your forehead -Whatever scared you wouldn’t bother him like at all -Neither would you cuddling him -He’d just pull you into his lap and sit there with his arms around your waist and his lips against your forehead until whatever it was went away -He literally would just sit there with his lips on your forehead -The epitome of adorable and chill all at once
-Kookie loves it -He LIVES for when you koala on him -He is the maknae so it’s nice for him to feel like the bigger, stronger man for awhile -He’d just grab your waist and tug you into his lap -One arm would go around your waist and the other around your back -He’d plant a very quick kiss on top of your head and then just sit there and smirk -Later he’d be a little shit about it
“Poor jagi got scared of a little ____. You’re alright now, aren’t you? Or should i hold you again?”
-Lets be honest, Tae would just see it as an opportunity to cuddle -He would be in awe of how adorable u look all curled up against him -He would be the koala honestly -He’d wrap his arms and legs around your body and lay you both down on the couch -He would hold you to his chest and grin -The two of you would probably fall asleep like that -You wouldn’t even need a blanket bc he was basically covering you -Then you’d wake up to see his smiling face and just be happy
-Jimin being Jimin (Otherwise known as the big bad ball of fluff and tongue flashes) would probably giggle -He’d cross his legs and pull you into his lap where u could curl up in a ball -Depending on how bad u got scared he may or may not kiss your forehead -If u were a little scared he would -If you were a lot scared he’d probably just kiss you -Like full on makeout session bc how could you not with that beauty -The movie would be forgotten -Whether that be because you took it further or because you cuddled until you fell asleep would depend on both of your moods
-Precious angel -He’d stare at you thinking like ‘Why is my jagi so cute’ -Then he’d hug you and smile and that’d pretty much be it -You’d just sit there together and hold hands but you’d sit way closer to him the rest of the time -He’d probably feel bolder thanks to your fear and pull yous legs across his lap -For the sake of closeness -And just because he’d do anything to keep you from being afraid
Note:Okay so some of their personalities are hard for me to master in general but different ones have different things. In the thing i’ve been working on for the past few days (will be posted soon, it’s how they react to you being sad but it keeps deleting all of my progress for Jimin so i’m just like y’know what i’m taking a quick break lmao) it was Taehyung but now it’s Jin and who knows who i’ll have trouble with next lol. Message or ask me how you think he’d react! I’d love to know! Love to all
Being Lily Evans' younger sister? I absolutely adore your work and can't wait for more imagines xxx
A/N: This is ridiculously long, I don’t know what happened. I’m going with Lily’s sister is two years younger. So when the reader starts at Hogwarts, Lily will be in her third year.
You’ve gotta have a flower name: Daisy, Rose, Jasmine, Iris, etc. Take your pick
If you’re a Muggle:
When Lily shows you her magical abilities, you try hopelessly to copy her
She comforts you when you realise you can’t do the same things she can, and promises she’ll always be there to do magic for you
Like Petunia, you’re jealous of her magic
Unlike Petunia, your love is greater than your envy and you don’t let it ruin your relationship with your sister
Lily’s friendship with Snape creeps you out, and you hate when he hangs around. Either he looks through you like you don’t even exist, or he ridicules you for not having magic
You write letters to each other every week. You worry yours are a little dull in comparison to hers, but she never complains.
The house seems so quiet when Lily’s away at school
You can’t wait for her to come home during the holidays. It’s like she brings the sun back with her
Lily tells you about some arrogant sod called James Potter. Not even two years later, and she’s introducing him to you as her boyfriend. It’s confusing and makes it glaringly obvious how much of your sister’s life you’re missing when she’s away
You try and keep the peace between your sisters, but it’s not easy
You’re the maid of honour at her wedding, and do your best to make up for Petunia not being there. You barely know anyone else there, but they all do their best to make you comfortable. It’s still a little awkward and overwhelming, and you’re happy when it’s over
Lily never tells you about the danger she’s in, and you only find out after her death
You go to the funeral alone; your parents are already dead and Petunia wouldn’t attend. You don’t talk to anyone and go home to cry alone
Dumbledore leaves Harry with you. You’re hopelessly unprepared to raise a child, being less than 21 years old and completely inexperienced. The only reason you agree instead of trying to find someone who could raise Harry the way he needs to be raised is because of the blood protection spell. There’s no way in hell you’d let Petunia raise him, knowing how she, her awful husband and spoilt child would treat him
Well, that’s the main reason. The other is his eyes, it’s just like looking into Lily’s. They remind you that he’s all that’s left of your sister and knowing that she sacrificed herself to keep him safe, you’ll do everything in your power to protect him too
Things are hard at first, but Harry is a fundamentally good kid and you adore him. He grows up strong and happy, knowing he’s loved.
Maybe you get married to a Muggle, maybe you get married to a wizard/witch. Maybe you don’t get married at all. The one thing that never changes is that Harry is 100% your priority, 100% of the time, and he’s always going to be the most important person in your life
You cry when he first goes to Hogwarts, and spend the next 7 years constantly worried about him. He sure gives you enough reasons to be
Making sure Harry always knows how proud his mother would be of him
If you’re a witch:
Lily’s so excited when you show her that you can do the same things she does
Petunia’s jealousy is even worse. You try not to, but sometimes you and Lily end up accidentally excluding her.
When Lily first goes to Hogwarts, you start counting down the days until you get to go too
It’s the greatest day when you finally get to board the train as well. Lily’s incredibly excited to show you around the castle and to introduce you to all the people she’s being telling you about
She’s so proud watching you be sorted, she doesn’t care what house you’re in
Lily is the only thing that makes your homesickness better. You miss your parents and old friends. You even miss Petunia, even though she’s horrid to you most of the time
All of the Professors know you are ‘Miss Evans’ sister’ at first. It’s a little intimidating because they expect so much of you. Slughorn, in particular, is interested to see if you’re anything like your sister.
You do manage to make your own reputation and step out of Lily’s shadow soon enough.
Even if James and Sirius insist on calling you ‘Baby-Evans’, ‘Evans Jr.’ or the like
Lily’s always there to help you if you’re struggling with a spell, a potion, or anything at all
You always make time for each other, and the two of you are closer than you’ve been in years now that you’re both going to Hogwarts
Snape creeps you out. He just barely tolerates you when Lily is around, ignores you when she’s not. He says nothing when his friends call you a Mudblood. You hate him for it.
You hate him even more after he calls Lily a Mudblood, and though you’d never tell her, you’re happy that it’s the end of their friendship
You maybe have a little crush on one of the Marauders.
You do agree with your sister that sometimes they go too far, but they are actually quite funny and you’d kill for a friendship like theirs.
Watching her fall in love with James is honestly the most entertaining thing. Teasing her about it is so easy and you almost feel bad for taking advantage of the obvious target. Almost.
Watching her introduce James to Petunia and Vernon is like watching a train wreck in slow motion. You never bring it up again and pretend it never happened at all
You’re the maid of honour at her wedding. The whole day is filled with so much love and magic, and you have the greatest time.
You tease both James and Lily, cementing your future role as annoying little sister to the both of them.
Sirius teases you, cementing his future role as the annoying big brother you never asked for. He does let you graduate from ‘Evans Jr.’ to just plain ‘Evans’ though
It’s the oddest feeling getting on the Hogwarts Express the year after Lily graduates, knowing she isn’t somewhere nearby on the train
You still have all your friends at Hogwarts, but it’s lonely being the only Evans in the castle
Whenever something interesting happens you make a mental note to tell Lily about it at dinner, forgetting she won’t be there
You’re so happy to see her during the holidays that you practically launch yourself at her
You’re really worried when she tells you she’s joined the Order
Obviously, you agree with the goals of the Order, but you really don’t want Lily to get hurt
James talks to you privately and assures you he’d never let anything happen to Lily. Then Remus does the same thing. And so does Sirius. You’ve kind of gotten the point by the time Peter talks to you.
You still worry, but you trust the Marauders will do anything they can to keep her (and each other) safe.
You’re one of the first people she tells about the pregnancy
Lily goes into hiding during your last year at Hogwarts.
You join the Order as soon as you graduate to try and protect her, James and your unborn nephew
It’s Lily’s turn to worry about you. The worst thing is that she can never come with you on missions, she has to trust Sirius, Remus and Peter to look after you. The three try their best, but you still come back injured more often than Lily can stand
Meeting baby Harry for the first time is incredibly emotional and you love him the second you hold him
You and Sirius are the only guests at Harry’s christening. In your opinion, Sirius is the perfect choice to be his godfather. If there’s anything the last few years have shown you it’s that there’s nothing Sirius won’t do for James and Lily
It makes perfect sense to you that Peter actually becomes the Secret Keeper, while you and Sirius, the more obvious choices, act as red herrings.
A week later, Lily and James are dead and you’ve never regretted anything more
When you arrive at Godric’s Hollow you find Sirius and Hagrid arguing about Harry
“Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I’m his godfather, I’ll look after him.’
“Dumbledore said I’m ter take Harry to his aunt.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that she’s already here then.”
You persuade Hagrid to give Harry to you, instead of taking him to Petunia’s as Dumbledore requested. Dumbledore has no right to decide what’s best for your nephew
You stop Sirius going after Peter alone, convincing him you’ll need his and Remus’ help with Harry.
The four of you go to Lily and James’ funeral together. It’s still a horrible, horrible day, but it’s easier having each other to lean on for comfort
(I’ll save raising Harry with Sirius and Remus for another involve; this is already too long)
You are constantly worried about Harry. If he ever needs anything, you’re only an owl away
You die during the Battle of Hogwarts (as a parental figure of Harry, it is your duty)
Before you even have time to process your death your sister is crushing you in a hug, thanking you for everything you’ve done for Harry
Even thought it’s been 16 years since you last talked to her, you fall back into the role of little sister like you no time has passed at all
Dating Josh was honestly everything you could ever want it to be. Two years of the greatest moments of your entire life. You couldn’t even imagine being with anyone else. All your other boyfriends and girlfriends, small flings, stupid one night stands, it meant nothing. Josh was like your modern day Prince Charming. While he might not be the typical fancy haired, twinkling eyed, sharp dressed, perfectly postured gentleman, he was just as special. He had hair that changed color almost as frequently as the weather, mocha eyes that squinted and widened in just the right ways, a rather edgy and modern punk fashion sense, a cheesy humor, and a kind heart. You still remembered the moment you met as if it was just yesterday.
“What the fuck?” you cursed, tripping over your own feet and spilling the coffee cup in your hand to the floor, toppling onto the sidewalk, your palms skidding with the pavement.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” a voice cried behind you. Before you knew it, two hands were helping you to your feet, sputtering out apologies. “I didn’t look where I was going, oh my goodness, I am so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing yourself off before looking up, staring into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. You were face to face with a guy who looked about your age, blue semi-curly hair, nose ring, gages, a snapback, NASA t-shirt, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He stared at you for a moment before reaching down to grab his cellphone, which you assumed had fallen out of his hand when he had bumped into you, as well as his skateboard.
“Texting and skateboarding,” he explained, turning red with embarrassment and letting out a nervous laugh. “Probably not the best decision.”
“Yeah,” you nodded slowly.
“I’m super sorry about that coffee,” he cringed. “You okay? You took quite the fall.”
“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Don’t worry about me.” You glanced at the spilled coffee on the ground.
“You sure?” he inquired.
“I’m good, I don’t know about my coffee,” you chuckled.
“I’m really sorry about that,” he sighed. “Um, how about I make it up to you? There’s a coffee shop down the street. If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, maybe we could get you another one? It’s on me.”
“Sounds great,” you gave a light smile. “I was just heading to my apartment anyways.”
“I’m super sorry,” he repeated.
“It’s fine, stop apologizing,” you rolled your eyes. “It was just an accident. I’m quite the klutz myself, so I can relate.”
“Got it,” he relaxed his shoulders. “I’m Josh by the way.”
“Y/n,” you introduced, shaking his hand. You both exchanged a grin before walking towards the coffee shop, spilling out your life stories piece by piece, not knowing what great future destiny had planned for the two of you.
A small accident on the sidewalk transformed into an exchange of numbers in a coffee shop, which transitioned into regularly grabbing breakfast together each week, eventually evolving into attending a couple of his shows, and after a bunch of teasing from Tyler and several of your own friends, an official first date.
“A carnival,” you smirked when he led you towards the Ferris Wheel. “Leave it to someone like Josh Dun to take me someplace strange for a first date.”
“Why? You don’t like cotton candy and popcorn?” he raised an eyebrow teasingly, squeezing your hand he had been holding as you traveled down the boardwalk.
“I don’t know, it’s just unusual,” you shrugged. “I was expecting the whole fancy restaurant dinner or adorable little park picnic or something like that.”
“That’s so cliché,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we already exchanged numbers in a café. Isn’t that textbook enough for you?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” you giggled. “I love unusual.” You kissed him on the cheek and watched as he blushed, glancing at you and giving a small smile before you stepped in line to ride the wheel.
Josh spent the entire evening with you, winning you small plush animals, buying you funnel cake, traveling with you through a mirror maze, taking pictures of you riding the carousel, painting your faces, and even getting some animal balloons from a clown. You both ended up straying away from the boardwalk and sitting down by the beach, taking off your shoes and going for a late night walk by the shoreline, holding hands and talking about your favorite things in the world.
“I really like sunsets,” you explained. “The streaks of color and how they settle in the sky, the way the sunlight filters through the clouds, the entire peacefulness of it, it’s beautiful.”
“I like cats,” Josh added. “They’re so fluffy and they make adorable purring sounds and I think they have super cool eyes. They’re neat.”
“Finding money in the pockets of your jeans,” you laughed. “Like when you’re doing laundry or putting on an old pair of pants and you reach into your pockets and find money you forgot was there. That’s a great feeling.”
“You know what else is a great feeling?” Josh asked. “Spending an evening with a lovely lady like you, being able to hold her hand and look into her eyes, walk with her alongside the ocean, and know that you truly love her.”
“Yeah?” you wondered, pausing your walking and looking at him for a moment.
“Definitely,” he nodded. There was a pause. “I love you, y/n.”
“Well that’s lucky for you,” you grinned. “Because I’m pretty sure I love you too, Josh. And that’s one of my favorite things in the entire world.”
“What?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Loving you,” you rolled your eyes. You stared at each other, as if searching for something, before he cupped your face with his hands, studying your face for a second before kissing you, placing his lips to yours and letting the rest of the world fade away.
Since then, your small bud of feelings for Josh blossomed into a passionate flower of love. You started to spend all your time together, going to almost all of his shows, watching entire television series together, falling asleep cuddling on the couch, accompanying him to interviews and award shows, and even dying his hair red and pink. You spent hours drinking iced coffee, singing Blink-182, shopping for beanies and snapbacks, watching Stranger Things episodes, going to the pet store just to play with the cats, making occasional trips to the tattoo parlor, and eating countless amounts of burritos. It was the smell of bubblegum and having sweet sex and wearing his sweatshirts and silly texts and late night city walks and open mouthed kisses and trying to learn to skateboard and penny fountain wishes. Loving Josh was everything you had hoped it to be and more.
“Good morning,” he greeted in a sing song voice, kissing your forehead that morning. “Wake up sleepy head.”
“Ugh,” you groaned, fluttering open your eyelids. “It’s way too early. It’s like seven in the morning.”
“You know it’s our two year anniversary,” he smiled. “Big day.”
“I know,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to his. “How could I forget?”
“I was thinking, I don’t know, maybe we could go to Disney World?” he raised an eyebrow.
“What?” you widened your eyes.
“I sort of already got tickets,” he grinned. “Our flight leaves at ten.”
“You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss. “Wait. Are you serious?”
“Definitely,” he nodded. “I scheduled everything. We can stay for three days, go on all the rides, pose with the characters, watch the fireworks, the whole experience. It’s going to be great.”
“I fucking love you,” you beamed. “I also can’t believe you.”
“Surprise,” he laughed.
“You’re the best,” you kissed him again.
“I just wanted to take my very own princess to the magical castle,” he shrugged. “Special occasion.”
It was days like these that reminded you just how much you loved Josh. The adorable plans and surprises, his childlike awe and innocence, his contagious laughter and smile, everything about him. He even bought you matching Mickey Mouse ears to wear and took you to see your favorite Disney princess. A couple weeks after, you were sitting on the couch when the topic came up.
“I think you’re hiding something,” you murmured as you were cuddling on the couch, just having finished a season of X Files. “You’ve been quiet lately.”
“I’m fine,” Josh dismissed, but you turned around to face him, looking him in the eyes.
“You’re not telling me something,” you insisted. “Josh.” There was a moment of silence.
“I didn’t want to tell you until it was official,” he sighed. “I still don’t really know for sure.”
“You’re leaving for tour,” you stated flatly. “Aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “I mean, Tyler and Mark are still working out dates, but yeah.”
“When are you leaving?” you asked.
“Next month,” he explained. His voice went soft. “Or next week.”
“Next week?” your eyes went wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he sighed. “We wanted to surprise the fans with a tour and we’ve been practicing and stuff and we’re releasing dates tomorrow but-”
“But you just didn’t think it was important to tell me,” you muttered, obviously agitated with him.
“Y/n, it’s not like I was keeping a secret or anything,” he argued. “I just didn’t know. Okay? Please don’t be angry at me. I just, well, I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you to be mad, but I guess you already are, so, I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you took a deep breath. “I overreacted. I’m just sad to see you go. I’m going to miss you.”
“You know I’d take you along if I could,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “If Ty would let me, I’d wrap you in my arms and carry you everywhere I go. Even on stage. I’d let you sit on my lap as I play the drums, be up there on stage with me, right next to my heart.”
“You’re silly,” you rolled your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he gave a small smile. “You know what else I’m going to miss, though?”
“What?” you raised an eyebrow.
“This body,” he smirked, grazing his hand against your side. “The way your lips feel against mine, how sweet they taste, what miracles they perform when they’re all over my skin…”
“Yeah?” you flickered your eyes up to meet him.
“Yeah,” he nodded. Josh slipped a hand underneath your shirt and up your back slowly, sliding his fingers underneath your bra and beginning to unhook it. “I think we better do a little something special before I leave, right?”
“Definitely,” you whispered.
Everything with Josh was sweet. Being with Josh was a warm cup of café coffee or a sugary tuft of carnival cotton candy. Each touch of his hand was a brushstroke of a painter, every kiss a spoonful of honey, all of his movements as if the light breeze that blows on a sunny spring day. So of course, sex with Josh was always just as sweet. “Lift your arms for me, baby,” he mumbled, slowly inching the fabric of your shirt up your arms, then taking the time to kiss you on the lips again. He trailed his mouth down your jaw, your neck, and towards your breasts, swiftly unclasping your bra and delicately sliding it from your arms as well. Undressing each other was as if performing a graceful waltz, each move just a part of the dance, every thrust of the hips a simple sashay, each roll over a graceful twirl, all movements combined in a beautiful choreography, intertwined with the symphony of your heartbeats and breathing. It was slow and simple and so raw and pure, the most amazing feeling in the world simply compacted into one human being, and he was in your arms, against your body, within you, overwhelming you and taking over, and you savored every second of it.
“I want you,” you mumbled against his neck as you bunched up his shirt and slowly slid it upwards, over his head, tossing it to the side before traveling your lips down his chest. You tugged down his shorts and he lifted you up for a moment to kiss you again, his hands finding your hips and gently sliding his thumbs underneath the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around your panties and inching them both down your thighs, his hand traveling towards your core and making you hum with delight. He brushed past your folds for a second to slide his fingers through your wetness before tugging down your leggings and panties to your ankles, helping you kick them off and then climbing on top of you, slowly grinding down on you through the fabric of his boxers. Both of you let out a slight moan and you reached for the fabric, tugging it down and letting his erection spring free, sliding them down his legs.
“Condom,” he reminded and you sighed, chewing on your lower lip as he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out, your eyes fixed on his movements and the pool of wetness between your legs growing as he ripped the foil open with his teeth and rolled it on over his length, repositioning himself above you and kissing you softly. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
“Please,” you murmured and he nodded, lining up with your entrance and slowly sinking in, making you inhale sharply, wrapping your arms around him as he went deeper inch by inch, finally filling you up to the hilt and letting out a soft moan.
Both of you began to rock back and forth, small slow thrusts making you close your eyes and tilt back your head, giving Josh access to your neck, his lips carefully placing kisses on your skin and down to your breasts, each movement so sweet and graceful. He held you in his arms as if you were fragile glass, a porcelain doll meant to be treated with upmost care, a precious jewel uncovered from the depths of the ocean. It made you feel warm and special and safe and so happy, the way his skin brushed against yours making your body relax against his, both of your movements combining into pure bliss. “Baby, I’m close,” he whispered.
“Me too,” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded, both of you starting to shake and quiver in each other’s arms, each thrust of your hips gaining momentum until you both reached your climax, moaning loudly and riding out the waves of orgasm, your bodies pressed so close together until finally it settled. You were wrapped in each other’s arms for a moment before he pulled out, untangling your sweaty exhausted limbs from each other and letting Josh slide off and tie the condom, tossing it into the trash as you reached for the blankets that had fallen off the bed, covering yourself in them. Josh smirked and wrapped you in his arms, sighing.
He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes tight. “God I’m going to miss you,” he sighed. You kissed again, pressing your lips to his for a moment before pulling away. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”
“Don’t say that,” you frowned. “I want you to have fun. I want you to play your heart out on stage every single night. I want you to smile. And if not for you, then for me. Promise?”
“Promise,” he agreed, kissing the top of your head. He sighed. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“I am too,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”
When you cuddled up next to him nice and close, he opened his eyes and was immediately in awe at how beautiful you were, even when you weren’t trying and had bedhead. He would take in how adorable you were before holding you close and taking your hands in his with his arms around your waist, your back to his chest.
He would wake up in the morning with his arm around your waist, your legs tangled together and your head slightly on his shoulder. You looked so blissfully unaware of the rest of the world, so he would just lie back, run his hand through his hair and take in this perfect moment with you.
Kris may sometimes seem a little cold but he really loved you so when you cuddled him in your sleep, it was like a silent way of knowing you loved him too. He would place his head on your shoulder with your back on his chest and run his hands up and down your arms. After all, you were the only cuddle buddy that could possibly replace his stuffed animals.
Suho woke up the next morning with a (not so) little problem in his pants having cuddled with you in a very *ahem* difficult position last night but he just didn’t have the heart to wake you up. So, when he woke to hear you downstairs already, he did everything he could to try and cover up his ‘problem’.
You had snuggled up to Lay last night and purely out of instinct he’d wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his head nuzzling the back of your neck. The next morning you carefully separated the clasp he had on your waist to get up, careful not to wake him but he never stirred. You thought by noon you should probably wake him up though.
While you two had been watching a movie on the couch, you had fallen asleep with your head on Baekhyun’s lap. His hands played with your hair gently, knowing how much he loved it when you did that to him and he brushed loose strands from your face. This was his face when the boys got back to the dorm to see you two curled up together:
When you fell asleep on Chen’s shoulder, he’d rest his head on yours and rest his eyes, letting himself drift off as he took in the scent of your shampoo. He’d just want to hold you close and treasure this rare quiet moment where neither of you were running around playing pranks and making jokes, as much as he loved that. (You’re the pillow).
When you fell asleep on Chanyeol’s shoulder after a long car journey with the boys, at first he wouldn’t really know what to do. But after looking up at the boys and getting a thumbs up and a few eyebrow wiggles, he would feel on top of the world barely able to contain a smile, happy you felt safe enough to fall asleep on him.
You had fallen asleep in the boys dorm after watching dramas with Kyungsoo. He was careful not to wake you, your hand in his on his knee, his fingers running over your knuckes. The boys came back and he quickly hushed them, not wanting this time with you to end.
Tao would feel you fall asleep and cuddle up to him with your head on his shoulder. He would just smile a little, surprised at how something so small could cause so many butterflies to erupt in his stomach. He would try and keep his cool but inside, he’d be bursting with pride.
Kai would become a squishy puppy, snuggling up to you and burying his face in your back and wrapping his arms around you, you were his teddy bear. He would want you to feel as loved and safe as possible and so would use every part of his body to connect with you somehow.
Sehun would wake up with you facing him, fast asleep and lost in a dream. He looked at you in awe, wondering what you could possibly be dreaming about. As for him? Everything he could possibly dream of was right in front of him, he tucked your hair behind your ear and stroked your cheek tenderly, not wanting to wake you.
A/N: Sorry if this was a little repetitive in places, I tried my best to make all 12 as different as possible though so I hope you like it!
REQUEST: you catch him masturbating while thinking of you
and he gets super embarrassed. smut ensues.
Warnings: Mentions of past abuse/scars, explicit unprotected sex, y’all (wrap it before u tap it)
Word Count: 1,610 (i got so carried away)
You were house-sitting for Tina and Queenie while they went
off with Newt to find some magical beast or another. Well, okay, you were
house-sitting and Credence-sitting, since he hadn’t felt up to traveling
anywhere. You’d known the group for a good few months now, since you owned a
book store just across the street from their building, so it really was no
But when you said it was no trouble, it was because you had
a very fond friendship with Credence and because you wouldn’t mind spending a
good few days with him in the comfortable reverie you’d established. What you
hadn’t accounted for was exactly what happened. It was late one night, maybe
three days into house-sitting, when you heard it. You hadn’t been able to
sleep, so you sat in the common area to read, and heard— It was a low sound,
and throaty. Coming from Credence’s room. You weren’t exactly sure what was going
on in there, so you got up and stepped toward his room cautiously, worried that
he could be having a nightmare again.
But then your name rushed out of him, a quiet whisper so low
you weren’t sure if you’d heard correctly, so you did what any person would do
upon hearing their name called: you opened the door. And really, you would have
been prepared for anything, literally anything, aside from what you opened the
door to see. Which was Credence. Credence, with a hand shoved down his pants
and his head thrown back against his white pillow, revealing a long column of
smooth white neck framed by raven-black hair. Credence, dripping sweat that
caused his hair to frame his high cheekbones and his lips.
Mortified, you closed the door and tried to tip-toe your way
back to your seat to read. You couldn’t shake what you’d seen from your head
though. You hadn’t really actively thought of him that way; sure, you thought
he was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, but… You had never thought of him
splayed across his sheets, never thought of him making sounds like those,
sounds that went straight to your core, never thought of him under you, on top
of you, and—You had to stop. You were starting to get a little hazy yourself,
and it certainly didn’t help anything when you remembered he had said your
Some time had passed when he emerged from his room, head
ducked low, pants repositioned, and belt in hand. That you were confused about. And then he was standing right in
front of you, kneeling down, making himself so small, and handing you the belt.
You took it in your hands, just puzzling over it, when you looked to see tears
dripping from his face to the floor and remembered what he’d told you—about his
mother. You gasped and threw the thing all the way across the room and fretted
over him when he flinched. “Credence,
I—How could you think I would hurt you with that?”
His wide eyes, glossy with new tears, chanced a glance up at
you through long eyelashes. “M-Ma said that it—That what I was doing in there—That
it’s a sin. And that—That sins can’t go unp-punished.”
You sighed, low and full, and didn’t miss the way his eyes
flicked to your mouth before returning to the floor. You slid from your seat,
kneeling in front of him, making yourself just as small. “It isn’t wrong to—to feel
things, Credence. And that—What you were doing is only human. Everyone does
that. It isn’t wrong, Credence.” You kept your voice soft, trying to soothe
Credence glanced to you again, and when he spoke, it was so
soft that you were sure you must have heard him wrong. “W-Was thinking of you
Everything in you stilled at that. You were having a very
hard time not kissing him right that second, not taking him right there on the
living room floor, so you had to say through gritted teeth, “No. That’s not
He finally met your eyes and must have seen what you were
trying to hide behind your eyes because he very
tentatively brought his hand forward to hold yours, his fingers playing at the
edges of your palm. “D-Do you think of me too?” Credence certainly couldn’t
have said that. You must have imagined it.
You indulged an answer anyway. “Well, I do now.” Your voice
was just as quiet as his was, so quiet you must have been afraid to shatter the
moment that had sparked between the two of you.
Credence blushed at that, and you weren’t sure if he was
surprised by your answer or the fact that you had admitted it, to him, out
loud. But the answer seemed to be enough for him as he posed his next thought
to you. “Y-You can—You can kiss me, if you want to, Y/N.”
And that was more than enough, that’s for sure, after how
you had been holding back. One of your hands went straight for his face while
the other hooked into the top of his pajama pants and pulled him fully against
you as you kissed him, and kissed him in earnest. He was shy, clearly mimicking
your moves and the way you slid your lips against his, but he picked up soon
enough when your tongue entered his mouth. It continued like that for a while,
tentative exploration, but when he finally dared to poke his tongue out and
into your mouth, you couldn’t help but suck lightly. And Credence let out the
most unholy of sounds and it went right to your core as you pulled back to kiss
down his neck and suck harshly at his collar bones. You tugged at his shirt and
asked, “Is this okay?” Credence gave a hasty nod before removing his shirt, and
yours, and falling between your legs as you scrambled onto the couch. He was
hovering above you, hair so much longer than before and sweeping into his eyes.
You reached a hand up to brush it out of his face and found yourself whispering
reverently, “You’re so beautiful,
He flushed red at that, and you thought fondly that it was
adorable that his blush spread across his bare shoulders. “You really think so?”
His voice was breathy and strained and absolutely wrecked, and you were sure he
was thinking about all of the scars that you could so clearly see in the warm
light of the apartment.
You kissed the corner of his eye. “Beautiful.” You kissed
his nose. “Beautiful.” His mouth. “Beautiful.” Down his neck and chest, across
all of his scars. “Beautiful.” Credence shuddered every time and began slowly
rocking his hips against yours.
You didn’t think he really knew what to do, but he was
getting the idea because, once he had started pushing his hips against you, he
got some of the friction he’d been needing and began to move harder, faster
against you. You gasped and let out a long, low moan at the way he was rubbing
against you, and you opened your eyes to see Credence staring down at you, eyes
wide and disbelieving and mouth hanging open. You tentatively moved your hands
under his pants to grip his ass and push him down further against you, giving
the both of you more attention where you needed it, and nearly had an orgasm
that second at the strangled “Yes”
that left Credence’s mouth.
You slid his pants down further, and he understood, kicking
them off as you hastily removed your underwear and drew him back against you
with your legs. “Please.” You sounded
absolutely fucked out, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care at how needy you
were being as you scraped your nails gently against him and pulled his hair
lightly. “Please.” The strain in your
voice was tangible.
You looked to him and were knocked out of breath at the pure
adoration in his eyes, the absolute awe. “Okay, just—Just help me, tell me
w-what to do, please. I want too, but I—”
You kissed him gently, to keep him from panic. “Of course,
Credence, of course.”
You positioned him correctly and let him enter you at his
own pace, moaning louder the further he pressed among intermittent cries of Yes and More and Beautiful. You
guided him with your hands on his ass for a while, but he picked up on his own,
letting out low, throaty moans and cries of your name that sounded vaguely like
a prayer, if you’d ever heard one. When you went to look in his eyes, you
noticed they were white as he opened them, with his obscurus curling around the
both of you, and you couldn’t help but think he was more beautiful than ever.
He felt incredible inside you, so you couldn’t help your
exclamation of “I love you” coming desperately from your lips, which caused him
to curl his body around you as he came, obscurus exploding around you both. You
came not long over that, the feeling of him pulsing inside you and his body
crushing you doing you in.
You let him collapse against you, ragged breath fanning
across your neck and shoulder, and stroked smooth lines up and down his back.
Minutes passed before he pressed a soft, almost imperceptible kiss to the
hollow of your throat as he whispered, “I love you too.”
You heard his breaths even out and knew he was asleep, and
you couldn’t help but think you were very
glad to have agreed to house-sit.
Warnings: Alpha Bucky, smut talk, one or two swear words,hot shit
Summary: Bucky is frustrated during the rut season and he has a thing for hi bestie. A possible part 2. Feedabck is good.
The Stark tower was a huge tower full of alphas and nearly no omegas with you as the exception. Sure, going into heat was hard even though you could choose one or more of the alphas to help you out , but the real challenge was always the rut season of the alphas. Usually when the season came, you would lock yourself in your room with snacks and only get out while there were betas or other omegas around.
A/N: This is a Jensen x Reader series. I’m choosing to call it an AU, because there will be a few inconsistencies here. For the sake of this fic, Jensen is single and he grew up in Austin. Thank you to my awesome beta @thorne93, and also to @melonshino for letting me test the story out on her, You guys all rock…
“So, Jensen, how have you been? I see that life in Hollywood has treated you well,” your mom questioned as you pulled the salad out of the fridge and put it on the table.
“Hollywood is great, but you know me, I’m a Texas boy,” Jensen answered.
You were about to get some glasses for the lemonade when your mother asked Jensen if there was a special someone in his life, and you decided that if you were gonna get through this lunch you would need something stronger than lemonade. You pulled out three wine glasses and got a bottle of white wine from the fridge.
“A little early for wine don’t you think?” your mom asked, sending you a stern look.
“Special occasion, right?” you responded, putting the bottle on the table. “I have lemonade if you prefer that.”
Your mom rolled her eyes at you when you filled your glass almost to the rim as you joined them at the table. You tried your best to ignore the both of them, eating and drinking as the two of them chatted.
Jensen told you about this show he was working on, Supernatural, and that they had just been picked up for a fourth season. You had heard about the show, Rose was a huge fan, but you had avoided everything that had Jensen in it, and after about two year’s, Rose had stopped nagging you to watch it. It was one thing to break up with someone, but when that someone suddenly showed up everywhere, on TV, in magazines and all over the internet, it was much harder to get over them. Every time you saw his stupidly handsome face you were reminded of the heartbreak, so you had decided to try and avoid him altogether. Bang up job there (YN). You zoned out, poking at your food as your mind started playing the memories from way back when. It wasn’t until your name came up that you snapped back to the present.
- He isn’t portuguese technically. His grandparents escaped from Salazar dictatorship to france as everyone did back then. His own dad was born in france. So yeah he is french. But he still has that hot portuguese blood and lord help us all.
- He used to go to portugal every summer when he was little. His own dad speaked portuguese in his house because that’s what happens, we are assholes and speak our language in our homes and then go back to our country and speak french just because we are lil shits. So yeah Grantaire knows portuguese. His vó would kill him if he didn’t.
- When he is stressed he starts talking in portuguese because other people can’t understand him and that makes him feel safer.
- When he hurts himself he just screams “caralho”.
- No one of les amis knew that was exactly cursing and they thought it was a beautiful word. Till R is like “you know that is like the most normal portuguese cursing word right?” And everyone starts using it as well and its adorable.
- He actually knows a lot of portuguese history and when marius is being an idiot about Napoleon he just clears his throat and be like “Well my people kicked his ass 3 times he ain’t that great”. (also enjolras screams there that that aint the point that Napoleon was bad because he was bad).
- The only time he was vocal about a cause it was about the immigrants and refugees. No one ever saw him like that. He was talking with everyone and defending that cause and one night Enjolras comes to him and aks why its so important for him and Grantaire just smiles and says: “My grandparents escaped from the dictatorship. They were refugees in France. I can’t let that be forgotten.” So yeah Enjolras kind of fell in love with him a bit more.
- HE CALLS CORAÇÃO (heart) TO EVERY LES AMIS BECAUSE PORTUGUESE PEOPLE ARE THAT AFFECTIONATE.
- First time he calls “amor” (love) to Enjolras, he almost dies. Because that sounds so much better than in french and he loves french. But the way Grantaire lips move when he talks portuguese is something that makes Enjy weak.
- He just curses in portuguese. Forget french. He is just caralho, merda, puta que te pariu, filho da puta, cona, cara de pila, etc.
- And everyone thinks that is beautiful.
- He likes to say shit like “oh in portuguese you dont say ____ you say __(something that has nothing to do and its probably a dirty joke)__. Because he is an adorable liltle shit.
- HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK PORTUGUESE FOOD AND COURF LOVED IT. AND HE LOVES TO COOK TO EVERYONE AND GET EVERYONE AROUND A TABLE BECAUSE THEY ARE FAMILY AND THAT IS A TYPICAL SUNDAY WITH THE FAMILY.
- He loves the beach and gets cranky in summer because the sea calls for him.
- He loves Fernando Pessoa so much. So so much. Cause hey no one was more emo than him.
- Sometimes he sings fado and everyone is looking at him and awe because damn R voice is amazing but in portuguese??? They can hear something more even if they dont understand a third of the words.