Reader has been secretly drawing Bucky for a long time, but can never seem to get his eyes just right. In frustration, one day she storms over to him and demands that he sit still so she can finally get his eyes right.
As an artist, you loved observing the diverse people who passed through, and lived in the Avengers tower. Ever since you joined the team about 3 months ago, you have had a keen interest in your team members eyes. They all held so much, and although you were able to read their thoughts, you felt you could learn so much more from simply looking into their eyes.
“Why can’t I just get them right?” You groaned to yourself as you rubbed your eraser aggressively against the paper of your sketch book.
You’re a talented artist, this shouldn’t have been difficult, but you could not draw Bucky’s eyes for the life of you. You tried day after day, but were unable to get them perfect, making you ever so frustrated. You scanned the room to see if he was nearby, but you couldn’t hear his thoughts. You hopped up off the couch and made your way to the place where Bucky could almost always be found, the gym. You opened the glass doors and he immediately caught your eye. You watched as he performed multiple different exercises, but couldn’t get a good view of those piercing blue eyes. You had had enough, you were going to get this right.
“Hey-” Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him.
“Could you please sit still, for just like one minute, please.” You demanded.
“Uh, yeah forsure.” He sat up and grabbed his water bottle, enjoying his break.
All your teammates loved it when you drew them, it made them feel special.
“Thank you, y’know I just can’t get your eyes right and it drives me crazy. I hope this isn’t weird, I just-” You babbled, scribbling down on your paper.
“No, I love it.” He chuckled showing that beautiful smile you had drawn so many times before.
“Okay I think I finally got them!” You exclaimed in pure joy.
“Well let me see.” He inquired impatiently with his arms outstretched.
You passed him your sketch book and watched his eyes light up as he flipped through the pages.
“Wow Y/n, this is amazing!”
“You really think so?” He asked shyly.
“Absolutely! The amount of detail. Just fantastic.” He seemed to be in awe.
You were so pleased with yourself, until you remembered that you had whole page of drawings of you and Bucky together. You had a little crush on him ever since you joined the team, and you really expressed it through your drawings.
“Hey could I have that back I just remembered i have to prep for a mission?” You questioned frantically, if he ever saw those drawings you’d hate yourself.
“Oh my… Wow!” He stumbled on his words, you knew it was too late.
You remained silent as he examined the sketches intently. He ran his fingers over the lines you had drawn and a smile emerged on his face. You tried not to listen to his thoughts, but you couldn’t help but hear his happiness, not disgust to your surprise.
“I know you know what I’m thinking already, but I’m going to say it anyway. I am so relieved you have feelings for me, because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
Before you had the chance to react, his lips were against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled away slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.
“That wasn’t too much was it?” He questioned nervously.
You could tell this was going to be the start of something good.
(Shoma and Keiji’s interview in Quadruple 2017 Extra magazine. Thanks to @chestnutskating for the scans!)
Shoma Uno and Keiji Tanaka have been leading Japanese men’s figure skating since they were juniors, and they finished gold and silver at this season’s Japanese Nationals. Their joint interview became a reality after they finished their segments at Worlds. We got a sneak peak into the 19 and 23 year olds’ raw, true selves which we do not get to see most of the time.
– Well done at the World Championships. Were you in the same room this time?
K + S: Nope, we weren’t.
S: We haven’t roomed together much since we became seniors right?
K: Nope, not normally.
– You roomed together frequently when you were juniors.
Summary: Part 3 of the Harry Hook mini-series. Reader
becomes emotional the more time she’s on Auradon. Loving her best friend from a
far, desperate to reunite with him but not wanting to give into the dark
temptation that is evil.
A/N: So this took a while to write because I was
following the storyline and I wanted to break off in a good place. This is Part
3 ahh exciting lol, there will be a Part 4 & 5 still to come, so don’t
worry folks plenty more of Harry & Reader to come. I hope you enjoy. Love
Always G xx
Y/N stood side by side with Evie on the balcony, this
was it the moment they’d be waiting for.
Ben’s coronation had begun and Mal had successfully
enchanted Ben with a love spell gaining her spot next to the fairy godmother
and that wand.
Y/N played with the ring that sat on her right middle
finger, nervous habit that set in even when she was a baby. They’d been in
Auradon for four months now and things were… changing.
Evie noticed Y/N playing with the ring and placed her
hand gently on top to get her stop. “Hey, you’ll see him soon”
Y/N didn’t believe her. She didn’t believe she’d see
Harry again, or the isle or her mother for that fact. Things had changed in Y/N
she didn’t feel the need to prove herself, she didn’t feel like scaring kids or
tormenting the student body sure she had her moments when she lost her cool but
nobody expected a VK kid to automatically be good. ‘Oh god what is happening’
Y/N faced Evie whispering “I don’t want to do this
anymore” Evie’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she
heard her older sister “WHAT!” she whisper shouted. Y/N shrugged “It’s not worth it, look at what we’ve
accomplished here” Jay and Carlos gave Y/N that knowing look as they
overheard the conversation between the two sisters. “But. You won’t get to see Harry again?” Evie
whispered “There’s always a price to pay Evie. Mom taught us
that. Harry’s my price to pay… to stay.” Y/N croaked.
All hell unleashed the moment the wand was removed from
the Beast’s bell jar. It shocked the entire room when it wasn’t Mal who got the
wand but Jane; the fairy godmothers daughter. Evie, Y/N, Carlos and Jay made it
down to the centre of the room as Mal grabbed the out of control wand from
The gasps and shocks from everyone around the room made
a tourney game more appealing. A villain kid with the fairy godmother’s wand,
of course she’s going to destroy them, and release the villains from the Isle
and let all hell break loose. ‘Not on my watch’ Y/N thought.
“Mal” Y/N called out as everyone stood terrified, Mal
turned to face Y/N, wand raised. “We don’t have to do this” Mal laughed “We don’t have a choice Y/N/N our parents
would kill us” “You are not your parents, they made their choice” Ben
called out. He took a
tentative step towards Mal and another as she clearly wasn’t going to hurt him. “Now you just have to make yours” Ben finished holding
out his hand in anticipation.
Mal whirled round to face the gang. “I think I want to
be good” Y/N smiled knowingly “Me too” “You are good” Ben spoke “How do you know that?” Evie asked curiously “Because I’m listening to my heart” he answered.
Jay and Y/N shared a look “Stealing things doesn’t make
you happy. Tourney and victory pizza with the team makes you happy” she pointed
out. Jay smiled nodding “And reading those sappy romance
novels and hanging with Evie makes you happy not tormenting kids.” Y/N blushed as Jay spilled her secret liking for romance
novels. “I’ll get you for that” she groaned.
“Scratching dude’s belly makes you happy. Who would’ve
thought?” Mal smiled at Carlos. “And Evie” Y/N grabbed her sister’s hands in her own. “You do not have to play dumb to get a guy! You are so
smart” Y/N hugged her younger sister. Evie beamed as the tears fell from her eyes. Who would’ve
thought Evie & Y/N would be the best of sisters.
“And I don’t want to take over the world with evil. I
want to go to school. And be with Ben. Because being with Ben makes me really
happy” Mal cried, the tears falling freely. Everyone around the room began to relax and cheer as
the VK kids wanted to become good.
“Us all being best friends makes me really happy, so I
choose good” Mal placed her hand in the middle waiting for the rest of the VK
kids to join her. It took Y/N a split second before she placed her hand
in too “I choose good too”. Evie followed suit and then Jay. Carlos was the only
one who was holding back in fear of their parent’s wrath.
“So just to be clear, we don’t have to be worried
about how really mad our parents are going to be? Because they are going to be
so mad!” Carlos chuckled. “Your parents can’t reach you here” Ben smiled at the
group. “Okay. Then good.” Carlos finished placing his hand in
the middle. “You too your majesty” Y/N called out. Ben smiled and placed his hand in the middle too.
The moment was broke however, when green mist appeared
from nowhere. It only meant trouble. Y/N gasped “Oh shit” Maleficent had escaped from the Isle after the barrier
was broke when Jane stole the wand. “I’M BACK!” She sang. “Go away mother” Mal shouted. Maleficent began to laugh, no way was this her evil,
monstrous daughter. “She’s funny”.
Y/N grasped Mal’s hand giving her a sense of comfort
and to let Mal know that she had someone there to stand up to her mother. “Wand me!” “No” Mal shouted throwing the wand to the fairy
godmother, but it failed because Maleficent froze everyone.
It took five hearts standing as one to defeat
Maleficent. All of it only happened because Mal had the courage to stand up to
her mother and she had her friends standing behind her united.
Y/N smiled to herself as Ben and Mal hugged, she
missed Harry and it looks like she was going to miss him a whole lot more now
because they just ruined their chances at going back.
Uma and Harry watched the coronation tragedy on the
small screen in Ursula’s Fish and Chip shop, they peeked a glance at one
another mirroring each other’s worried glances as everyone else around them
booed and insulted the VK kids for ruining their chance at cursing kingdoms and
doing villainous things.
“I..I.. We..We won’t see her again” Harry stated angrily Uma gripped Harry’s hand tightly “One day maybe” Harry pulled his hand from Uma’s storming out of the
fish and chip shop.
Uma sighed sadly, she should be happy Y/N was okay and
getting a good life but she missed her friend and she missed her first mate.
Harry wasn’t the same since she left.
Y/N waltzed into her shared room with Evie, throwing
her bag onto the floor and flopping onto the bed face down. It was such a long day and
now she had to do dress fittings for Cotillion with Evie, so many girls had
come to Evie begging for her to make their dresses and when they found out Y/N
could Sew, it loaded the pressure on the two girls. Y/N groaned into the pillow.
A knock at the door signalled the first customer of
the day. “Come in” Y/N called out pushing herself off the bed. Lonnie walked in looking desperately exhausted. “Hey Lonnie” Y/N sighed “Hi Y/N where do you want me?” she yawned Y/N pointed towards the pedestal “Up here Lonnie” Y/N grabbed her measuring tape and began to take
measurements for Lonnie. They discussed colour scheme and patterns before Doug
entered the room.
“Hi Y/N” Doug called out pulling his laptop from his
bag and setting up. Doug kept track of all the girls Evie and Y/N were making
dresses for. He even had little folders of the information stored away. “Hi Doug where’s Evie?” Y/N questioned writing down
the last measurement for Lonnie. “Stuck with Chad. He wants peacock feathers on his cape
now” Y/N glanced up at Doug to see if he was joking. He was
not. “Wow” she laughed.
“Alright Lonnie all done. See me next week for a trial
version of the dress okay?” Lonnie nodded tiredly “Yea see you next week” Just as Lonnie left the next girl arrived eagerly
ready to tell Y/N all her ideas. Y/N pouted at Doug “It’s going to be a long
night”. Doug nodded typing up Lonnie’s information that Y/N
had given him.
Evie arrived an hour later with Mal in tow. Y/N shooed
the last girl from their room so she and Evie could have some alone time with
Mal. “Do you’s ever think what we’d be doing right now if
we were on the Isle?” Mal asked curiously Evie laughed “That’s funny” she finished the new
touches to Mals dress. Y/N smiled sheepishly “Sometimes. I mean no offence
but I’d probably be at Uma’s” Evie looked over at Y/N “Thought you were past that?” Y/N shrugged “I am, at least I thought I was… but I’ve
been missing it more and more lately.” Y/N zoned out from the rest of the conversation as she
thought back to a time when life was simpler.
(Before Y/N left for Auradon)
“HARRY” Y/N squealed running across the deck, away
from the advancing pirate, donned with water balloons instead of the usual hook
and sword. Harry laughed mischievously throwing a balloon at Y/N,
she ducked missing her by inches. Y/N cheered sticking her tongue out at Harry. “Hahahha you missed” Just as she finished that sentence Harry threw the
last balloon at her hitting her square on the chest. Harry cheered “Gotch ya”
Y/N squealed as the water soaked her t-shirt. “You are
so dead Harry Hook” Harry laughed running away from Y/N, she chased him
across the ship. “C’mon Harry I just wanna give you a hug” Y/N called “No way ye stay away from ma you lil witch” “Why thank you, nicest thing you’ve ever said to me”
Y/N giggled Harry ducked under stairs as Y/N ran on past, he
stayed crouched so she wouldn’t find him.
Y/N tip toed underneath the stairs, ducking so she
wouldn’t hit her head just as she got close enough to Harry who was looking out
on to the deck waiting for her to pass by again she screamed “BOO” Harry jumped in fright hitting his head on the stairs.
“Ow ye lil codfish” Y/N faked insult “Excuse me?” smacking Harry on the
Y/N crawled out from under the stairs straightening up
she faced Harry who crawled out after her, a slight pink tinge to his face. It
took Y/N a few seconds to catch on. “Did you just stare at my butt?” Harry’s blush darkened giving Y/N the answer she
needed “NO” he lied. “Liar!! Liar, Liar pants on fire” Y/N sang. “Shut up Y/N/N” Harry whispered. Y/N laughed she never seen him blush like that before.
“Well, how was it?” she grinned teasingly. Harry looked on in confusion, the pink tinge settling
on his cheeks. “How was what?” “My butt? Did it look good?” Y/N teased. Harry huffed, muttering under his breath “Shut up”
“HARRY LOVES MY BUTT” Y/N sang as she ran away from
Harry. He chased her down trying to get her to shut up, everyone around them
was beginning to take notice of the two and their antics.
It wasn’t until he cornered her at the stairway again,
did she realise the compromising situation they were in. Y/N’s back was to the
wall and Harry had her trapped, both arms pinning her into position. “Ye gunna keep tha up?” Before she could answer he placed a hand over her
mouth stopping her, “Right answer only” he warned removing his hand.
“HARRY LO…” Y/N’s answer was cut off as Harry yanked
her wrists over his head, grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his
shoulder and walked towards the berth (living quarters).
Y/N wriggled and struggled to get free from Harry’s
grasp all the while laughing at the situation she found herself in. “Harry let me down” Y/N squealed as Harry smacked her
ass in amusement. “Oi does that mean you do like my butt?” she sang. Harry roared with laughter as the rest of the crew
began to join them on the ship watching the two curiously. Harry felt a slit stinging
sensation on his bum and a quiet giggling from the girl he was carrying.
Y/N giggled as Harry jumped a little when she smacked
his bum. “Cause baby I do sure love your bum” Y/N whistled.
Harry shook his head in amusement setting the girl
upright on her feet again, Y/N staggered off balance, not quite use to the
gravity again. Harry grasped her arm to steady her holding on tightly. Harry
looked down to see Y/N had a firm grasp on his shirt between her two hands, he
peaked a glance at Y/N again eyebrows raised “Ye look like ye wanna rip ma
Y/N smirked, eyes raising to meet Harry’s “I do” Before Harry could answer that Uma called for Y/N. Y/N released Harry’s shirt and headed off in the direction
of Uma, she cast a quick glance back winking at Harry as she left. “Later
blowfish” “Later devils bitch” he grinned.
Uma watched the interaction between the two with a
fond smile on her face, her first mate and best friend… who would’ve thought.
It Would Happen Eventually (Spencer Reid x Reader)
A/N: hey guys! I had to rewrite this one like 3 times because I kept reading the prompt wrong 😂 but I hope you guys like the outcome
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: The reader is Spencer’s girlfriend and he team doesn’t know about her until he gets injured on a and she’s one of his emergency contacts
Upcoming Imagine: where Reader admits her feelings to Spencer after a long time of friendship…
Spencer lied in the ambulance as the doctors held an oxygen mask to his face.
He was shot in the neck and was being taken to the hospital, which was what you were told by the hospital he was being delivered to, considering you were his available emergency contact.
You sped down the road, trying to get there before Spencer did.
Even though you didn’t want to see him hurt, you wanted to see how he was doing.
They never told you if he was conscious.
They never told you how bad the wound was.
They left you with so many worries and unanswered questions.
You finally pulled up to the hospital and you saw an ambulance parked out front.
He’s already here.
You ran into the hospital and straight to the front desk.
“S-Spencer Reid. He was shot… can I see him?” You asked breathlessly from fear.
“Sorry miss, he’s in surgery right now. We will let you know as soon as possible when you can see him. Are you his girlfriend?” The lady asked.
You nodded and wiped tears from your cheeks.
“You’ll be the first to see him okay dear? Do you need anything? Coffee? Tea?” She asked.
“I’m okay thank you though. When do you think I can see him?” You asked.
“An hour the longest. Our waiting room is right over there if you want to sit down.” She said pointing down the hall.
You followed her gaze and nodded.
“Thank you.” You said again as you walked into the waiting room, notifying a few people in FBI vests.
Probably Spencer’s coworkers.
Spencer said that he wants to keep your relationship away from his team for a little while and you understood, but you were half tempted to ask them how he was doing.
You sat next to a middle aged woman as you held your head in your hands.
Derek took notice in you, sitting across the room from him, JJ and Emily.
“Poor girl.” JJ whispered to Blake.
“Don’t you find it the slightest bit of a coincidence that she came here about the same time Reid got here.” Derek said, trying to lighten the mood between the three.
“I’m going to talk to her. She looks stressed out of her mind.” Derek added.
You lifted your head from your hands when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You looked up and practically jumped when you saw one of his coworkers standing in front of you.
“Hey you okay?” He asked.
“Y-yeah I’m uh… I’m okay.” You said avoiding eye contact hoping he just lets you be.
“Are you sure? Do you want to talk about anything?” He asked kneeling to your eye level.
“I’m sure. I just… I would rather not talk about it.” You said your heart beating a mile a minute.
“Okay if you need anything you can ask me or those two girls over there okay?” He said pointing to a blonde and a brunette lady.
You nodded and he thankfully left.
After a while, you made yourself some tea to calm yourself down and thankfully no more of his coworkers talked to you.
Right when you went to throw your cup away the door opened and a nurse said, “Mr. Reid is awake. You can see him if you’d like.”
You winced when she said his name, knowing his team would have heard it, so you quickly left the waiting room and followed the nurse.
“Wait!” You heard the same voice from earlier ask.
You and the nurse turned around.
“Who are you?” He asked, flushing all the color from your face.
“Sorry… I-I have to go.” You said as you walked with the nurse to Spencer’s room.
The second you saw him, tears flooded your eyes.
You ran to his bedside and hugged him gently.
“I was so scared.” You said into his shoulder.
You felt his hand hold the back of your head as he whispered sorry.
“Spence you have nothing to be sorry for. This wasn’t your fault.” You said running your hands through his hair.
Your eyes immediately went to his bandaged neck.
“Does it hurt?” You asked.
“Not at the moment no.” He said lifting his arm that had an IV in.
“Do you want me to leave so your team can see you?” You asked after kissing his cheek.
“No they can wait a few more minutes.” He said pulling your face closer to his as he placed a kiss to your lips.
You both were so lost in the moment; you didn’t even hear the door open.
You heard a whistle behind you, making you jump away from Spencer.
You quickly headed to the door but Spencer grabbed your hand.
You looked back with fear in your eyes, thinking you have jeopardized your relationship.
“Guys… this is Y/N, Y/N that’s Morgan, JJ, and Blake.” Spencer said introducing you to half of his team.
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” Blake said.
“You too.” You said awkwardly as Spencer pulled you closer to his bed.
“She’s uh… if you haven’t guessed yet, my… girlfriend.” He said as you stroke his forearm.
“Well I called it.” Morgan said with a smile. “It’s nice to see pretty boy found a pretty girl.”
You laughed as Spencer blushed and covered his face.
“Yeah honestly, that makes me happy too Spence. How long have you been together?” JJ asked you with a smile.
“Almost 4 months.” You said.
“Well it’s nice to finally meet you then Y/N.” Blake said.
“Yeah you too.”
“Does he ramble as much as he does at work?” Morgan asked.
“If he rambles at work a lot then yes.” You said looking at Spencer. “But I love it when you ramble to me.” You said kissing the top of his hand.
You felt a lot more relaxed now that you met part of his team and to add to that, they were very nice.
Although it happened under forced circumstances, you and Spencer both knew it would of happened eventually.
Can you write an imagine where Archie likes a girl but he thinks she likes Reggie so he does nothing about it but then he drunkenly confesses to her after a party?
I absolutely adore Archie so much and I’m going to miss Ross Butler as Reggie Mantle 😭 but I’m happy that his career is taking off too. Anyway, enjoy this one!
‘Why him, Jug? Why?’ I slurred, drinking from my red solo cup whilst watching the girl who I was in love with, Y/N, sweet talking with my suppose best friend, Reggie Mantle.
Her face lit up every time he made her laugh and smile, managing to have an effect on her that I wish I had.
What was so special about Reggie? Oh - right, he was the captain of the football team, which I could’ve been. I ran my fingers through my hair, getting frustrated watching the two interact. They looked like a couple which infuriated me.
'Arch, you need to chill out.’ Jughead interrupted my thought process. 'How do you know they’re not just talking like normal people do? I mean - it’s basic human interaction, right?’
'Because she’s looking at him all googly eyed and he’s looking at her like a piece of meat,’ I slurred, downing the rest of my drink. 'I need to do something.’
'No, no you don’t,’ Jughead stood up, trying to hold me back. 'Uh - Betty! Little help!’ I tried shoving him off of me, but Betty soon stepped in front, blocking my view of Y/N.
'Archie, what the hell are you doing?’ Betty asked, pushing at my chest to push me back.
'I need to tell - to tell her how I feel…’
'Y/N!’ I exclaimed, getting shushed by Betty and Jughead. I noticed Y/N peered her head over in our direction, frowning in confusion before excusing herself from talking with Reggie.
Oh shit - what did I just do? She must’ve heard me say her name. Her name was gorgeous though so I didn’t care.
'Oh sure, now you’ve done it…’ Jughead muttered, frowning at me.
Y/N walked over, her face glowing, making me blush unintentionally. 'What’s wrong with Arch?’ She asked, studying me up and down.
'He’s had far too much to drink, he needs to go home.’ Betty explained, giving me wide eyes of annoyance.
'I’m…I’m fine…’ I dragged out, chuckling a little before almost falling over, Y/N catching me before I fell.
'I’ve got him guys, let him sleep for a little before taking him home. Go have fun.’ Y/N smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Betty and Jughead watched me closely, walking away from them with Y/N inside.
It was finally peaceful and quiet, since everyone was outside and partying, the quiet caused my head to spin. 'You okay there, Arch?’ Y/N asked, sitting me on the black leather couch and sitting next to me, closely may I add.
I stared at her, her Y/E/C eyes gazing at me in wonder. She had an effect on me that no one else had, and I was okay with that.
'Why Reggie?’ I asked, blinking slowly.
She stared at me like a confused puppy. 'What? What do you mean “why Reggie?”, Arch you make no sense?’ She chuckled, that adorable little laugh.
'What does he have that I don’t?’ I asked, getting agitated. She frowned at me, but soon turned into a small smirk.
'That attitude of someone who is too up himself for his own good,’ she laughed, placing her hand on my knee.
Wait - what?
'Huh?’ I asked, causing her to laugh again, shaking her head.
'Archie, I have no feelings for Reggie - in fact he’s nowhere near my type.’ She explained.
I had a chance, I finally had a chance!
'What is your type?’ I asked, leaning closer to her face, watching her give me a small smile back.
'Someone who is sweet, kind, gentle - I don’t know.’ She shrugged.
'Well, I like you. I like you a lot actually.’ My drunk mouth spilled.
I finally admitted my confession. I told Y/N I like her.
'Really?’ She asked, her smile turning to a grin, 'you? Archie Andrews actually like me?’ She asked.
'I’ve liked you forever!’ I over exaggerated falling back into the couch.
'Well I like you too, Archie.’ She went to lean in, kissing me before I stopped her, kissing her forehead instead. She frowned a little, tilting her head. 'Why did you do that?’
'I’m not sober,’ I yawned, closing my eyes. 'I wanna remember our first kiss together…’ I dragged out, feeling sleep starting to consume me.
'Now I know why I fell for you, Archie Andrews.’ And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
thank you! *sobs quietly* that's so beautiful and heart-warming, thank you!! <3 can I request more please? (sorry, AoKi is life <3<3) takes place during wc finals, after the awarding ceremony, Aomine congratulates Kise and they patch things up ('cause you know their IH match was heartbreaking but we didn't see some angst between them after, they just suddenly become 'ok' after it even without proper talking), and maybe accidental/forced/awkward confession? Light angst plus fluff, thanks again!
Aw you’re welcome! *hug you back* I’m so excited about this ‘ask’, I wonder what it is… lmao xP Take your time! Have a good day too! <3<3
scenario with Kise and Aomine where Kise stops admiring Aomine (after Kaijo vs Touou) and fawning over him altogether, after some time Aomine realizes he wants Kise’s attention all to himself after all and confronts him, insert love confession? thanks so much your AoKise are so amazing especially the one with punching Haizaki <3
Sorry if I made you wait! First, thank you for your kind words! I’m really happy
that you like my Aokise’s things! (I LOVE THEM TOO) Second, since you two sent
me similar asks on the same day, I decided to answer with one but longer
drabble! I hope you’ll be satisfied with this, let me know and thank you for
+ Fluff, After Seirin’s victory, Confession
Don’t Stop Following Me
Aomine fought with the crowd of people that was trying
to leave the stadium and cursed every single one of them. Were they a flock of
sheep or what? He had also lost sight of Momoi, damn.
After an interminable struggle, he finally reached the
exit and inhaled fresh air. He immediately moved away from the mass, choosing a
more secluded path. The sky was already dark and he was still thinking about
Kuroko and Seirin’s victory, when he caught sight of a well-known blond in
front of him.
Instinctively, he raised a hand and called him.
He regretted his action on the spot, remembering that
well, the last time they had spoken…he hadn’t been the best friend he could
have been, right?
He hoped the boy hadn’t heard him, but, like a trained
dog, Kise stopped and turned in a second.
“Aominecchi?” stuttered shocked, waiting for the other
to reach him.
Aomine could see his expressions going from happiness,
to bitterness and finally to a blushing uneasiness. He wasn’t feeling any
different, but probably his face was frozen in the usual scowl.
“What are you doing here?” Kise asked, fidgeting with
“Got separated from Momoi. I’m going home,” he
explained briefly, eyeing nervously the way Kise avoided meeting his eyes.
“Ah me too! But my team lives in the opposite
direction, so it’s fine!” he stifled a laughter, scratching his nape.
“I live near you,” Aomine blurted it before he could
realize. Kise for a moment stilled, and then forced a smile. He had written on
the forehead that he was uncomfortable and part of Aomine would have liked to
punch himself for making that implicit offer, but he had always been good at
ignoring people’s feelings and doing what he wanted, so why stop now?
“Let’s go,” he ordered with a nod and started walking.
For a second, he didn’t heard any sound of footsteps behind him and his heart missed
a beat, yet Kise moved in the end. Aomine sighed in relief, trying to erase the
flashes of their last match from the mind.
Kise walked in silent by his side, hands in the pocket
and eyes covered by the blonde bangs.
“Tetsu was right all along uh?” at some point Aomine
commented to break the silence.
Kise blinked and pushed aside his own thoughts to look
“It seems so,” he agreed with a bittersweet smile. He
was grateful to Kuroko for the new world he had showed him, but at the same
time the defeat still burned.
The silence dropped again.
“Listen,” Aomine burst, clenching his fists, “About
our match-” he began, but Kise interrupted him.
“Are you here to rub salt on the wound?” hissed in
disbelief, glaring at him, and Aomine growled annoyed.
“I’m not, you idiot.”
“Strange, oh Unbeatable One,” Kise mocked him shaking
his head and Aomine hit him on the shoulder.
“I’ve never done something like that.” He alleged,
wounded by Kise’s joke. He had been an asshole but he had never belittled Kise.
“That’s discussible.” The other insisted showing a
small pout and crossing his arms. Aomine felt the need to hit him again but
restrained himself and inhaled deeply.
“During that match,” he tried again, a little
uncertain of how and what he wanted to say, “You stopped following me.”
Kise stiffened and whipped his head to look at Aomine,
eyes wide with shock.
“W-what do you mean?” he muttered. Aomine’s blue eyes
were serious as they never had and Kise felt a grip around his throat.
“What I said,” Aomine repeated more sure, slowing his
pace, “you stopped following me.”
“I don’t know what are-”
“You’ve never done it before. You have always chased
after me,” Aomine continued to speak, like his walls had broken down, “You were
the only one who never stopped chasing after me. It didn’t matter how strong I
was becoming, it didn’t matter if the gap between us was growing larger, it
didn’t matter if I was unbeatable. You searched for me. You challenged me. So
why had you stopped?” he breathed in the end, slightly panting. He didn’t even
noticed he had slowly raised his voice and halted.
Kise was staring at him petrified and some passersby
were glancing curiously at them. But Aomine didn’t care. He didn’t even know he
was that angry until that moment.
“Why, Kise?” asked again. He needed an answer. He was
thinking about it from that time, growing more and more uneasy as days passed
The distressed tone that surfaced in his voice
unblocked the blond, who took a step back as if Aomine had slapped him and wrapped
an arm around his own waist as to protect himself.
“Why? Because that way I could finally beat you. Or
that was what I thought.” He answered with a cold, disillusioned smile, “What’s
wrong? Your powerful self don’t accept my insubordination? You don’t like it
when no one is fawning about how strong you are? Were you offended?” he spited
his accuses one after the other letting all his bottled up anger surface.
“That’s not what?” Kise abruptly interrupted him and
grabbed him by the collar of the t-shirt, “Were you lonely because I wasn’t
there? Did you feel left behind? Well, welcome to my world.” Kise hissed, few
centimeters away from his lips. Aomine speechlessly stared at his burning
golden eyes. Why his voice was so sad? Why he was on the verge of crying?
Kise let him slowly go, trying to calm his accelerated
breathing. He didn’t want to speak anymore. He didn’t want to let him see his
true feelings a second longer.
“You’re such an egoist, Aomine,” he murmured with the
same cold expression he had worn during that fatal match. Then he turned and
tried to walk away.
The sound of his name, without any suffix, without any
cheerful inflection, echoed in Aomine head. He watched Kise’s back leaving and
a thought crossed his mind: “Is this what you have seen for all those years?”
“Kise!” he called reaching for him, but the boy jolted
and suddenly bolted away without turning.
Aomine cursed and sprinted after him, stretching his
hand. He had never had the need to chase after something, he had never felt the
fear of not reaching what he wanted. Yet he was learning how bitter and scary
it could be.
“Kise, stop!” he chased after the blond like his life
depended on it. Kise tried his best and pushed his body to the limit, but
Aomine was still the best, wasn’t he?
He finally caught his wrist.
“Let me go!” Kise screamed, but he tightened the grip.
“No!” he roared before yanking and roughly slamming the
boy against the nearest wall. He pinned him by the shoulders, impeding him from
wiggling out of his hold. “You have to listen to me!”
“Why? Why I have to?” Kise cried as desperation took
“Because I don’t like you stop following me.” Aomine
admitted panting and letting his tiredness crept in his voice.
Kise tightened his lips and ducked his head,
“And what should I do, you egoistic idiot?” he replied
trying to hold back the tears, “If you need a dog or a fool for your own
entertainment, find someone else. I can’t stand as player on your level because
you never recognize me, yet I can’t stop chasing your shadow and become a
proper rival because you don’t want it. Do you want to make me even more
miserable? I’m tired of looking at you from afar…” he confessed finally dropping
any resistance and shrinking against the wall.
“I don’t want you as a rival or player!” Aomine
exclaimed instinctively. Only the pained expression that flashed on Kise’s face
made him realize that it wasn’t what he should have said.
“Are you a sadist?” Kise whined in disbelief. He was
crying and letting him crush his heart and that idiot just poured salt in the
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Then be clear!”
“I’m trying to-”
“Do you want to break my heart again, you insensitive asshole?”
“I said I’m trying to-”
“Not that you car-”
“I’M TRYING TO CONFESS!” Aomine finally screamed it
out, exasperated and annoyed at the same time. Why Kise had to speak that much?
“W-what?” Kise stuttered lifting his head and staring at
him shocked, eyes still filled with shiny tears. He had to be mistaken…
“I’m trying to confess,” Aomine repeated slowly and
rested his head against Kise’ shoulder, “I love you, I don’t want you to stop following
me. Please come back, even if I’m egoistic. Sorry for having realized it after
Kise remained there, petrified for some seconds, and
then blinked at the blue haired head. Realization hit me.
“Aominecchi!” he suddenly shrilled and the other guy
jumped for the surprise, “Repeat it!” begged catching his face between the
hands and squeezing his cheeks.
“Uh?” Aomine looked at Kise dumbfounded and tried to
break free, but the guy’s fingers remained planted into his skin. He was
staring at him with eyes full of expectancy and incredulousness.
“Say it again!”
“No.” he grunted avoiding his gaze.
“I’ve already said it. Stop with this shit and answer
“I’m not answering if you don’t say it again.” Kise
threatened serious and Aomine groaned defeated.
“…I love you, go out with me,” He muttered unwillingly
and embarrassed. A light pink hue colored his dark cheeks.
Kise slowly let him go and took a step back to look
properly ad Aomine, struck by both euphoria and confusion. It had happened so
fast and after so long at the same time. He felt lightheaded, as if he was
still caught in a dream. A happy dream.
“Oi, you said you were going to answer!” Aomine
fretted, trying to calm down his own heart. He was starting to believe that
Kise was going to escape again. Not that he could have blamed him but-
Aomine stared at Kise’s blushing face. He was wearing
a bright smile, the one of the old days, and his eyes shined brightly. All the
sadness had finally left him.
“Yes, I love you too,” Kise beamed, as he vibrantly
accepted his confession. He didn’t even hoped it for it anymore and yet. He was
on the verge of exploding for the happiness.
The other boy suddenly crouched to the ground.
“Thank God!” Aomine sighed in relief holding his head
between the hands; “Don’t tease me like this!” growled glaring up at the blond,
who had burst into a lighthearted laughter.
“Now we’re even!” Kise chanted playfully, bending
slightly towards him with a mischievous smirk.
Aomine however didn’t miss the chance and suddenly
grabbed his collar; in a swift move dragged him down and planted a rough kiss
on his soft lips.
even.” Aomine allured satisfied when they divided, licking his lips. Kise’s
face flushed even more and, with a whimper, he let himself fall into Aomine’s
arms, on the ground.
“That’s sly, Aominecchi!”
Some old ladies on the street that had stopped to
watch the entire scene clapped furiously and dried their eyes with
handkerchiefs, expressing aloud compliments and congratulations. Ah, those
younglings in love!
Greetings my cubs! X3 here is the first chapter of my first (not official) request! It’s a Brohm/Brycewrecker ff and I hope you have fun to read it as much as I had fun writing it^^ oh and btw a new friend of mine (@skaisummers) helped me to get rid of pesky spelling and grammar mistakes(thanks again😉)
this story is an AU, because…duh…never gonna happen in reality
~ ~ enjoy 😄
So… I just might have a small crush on Bryce. Just a little one. Ok, so I may have fallen in love with my best friend. No one has to know, right?
Today, I feel like playing some Uno with the gang. Delirious, Cartoonz and to my utter happiness, Bryce agree. It is Delirious and Cartoonz versus Bryce and me. Per usual, Delirious is up to his tricks.
“Take this you son of a bitch! Boom! UNO!” Delirious insanely laughs as he places a ’+2’ card on top of the deck.
“Noooo!” Bryce yells playfully as he is forced to draw two extra cards. His outburst is followed by his trademark giggle.
“How could you Delirious? I thought we were friends!” Bryce screams comically.
“No! We only have each other!” Cartoonz interrupts.
“Yeah!” Del agrees. "We only have each other, brother!”
“Oh, yeah? Well then…!” I exclaim.
I pause for a moment for Bryce to play his next card.
“Bryce, you got me?” I ask.
“Yeah Ohm!” He confirms.
“UNO BITCHES! WE WIN!” I yell with excitement.
"YESSS!” Bryce yells in victory.
“NOOOO!” yell the losers.
I barely hear the resounding “no” from the other team, I’m too busy focusing on Bryce.
My Brycie-poo is happy that we won~
“Of course I’m happy that we won! Uno is so fun!” Bryce giggles for the third time.
God, he’s so adorable!
I wonder what expression he’s making right now? I wish I could see him, instead of having to wait for his uploads. His adorable face. His giggling face. His “o” face…
Let’s save those thoughts for the bedroom.
“Ohm, are you happy about your precious ‘Brycie-poo’?” Toonz mocks and I feel the heat creeping up my face.
“Um.. yeah,” I say still embarrassed at how good his guess was.
“Ohm, are you guys fucking again?” Del asks egging on my embarrassment.
Oh shit! Okay, play it cool Ryan. Use this opportunity to flirt with him!
“No, but I’d love to feel ‘dat ass in ma’ hands!” I say with conviction.
Though it’s not a lie.
“Yeah and 'dat ass on your d*ck!” Cartoonz yells mockingly.
“How’d you know?” I joke back.
Ok, it’s cool. I’m making them laugh and I get to flirt with Brycie~
“Ohm, no! Just no!” Bryce says giggling.
“Ohm yes!” I nearly moan. “That’s how you’ll sound all night!” I say and start laughing because I cannot control myself.
“I’m uncomfortable. I need an adult. I need an adult!” Bryce exclaims and laughs.
Bryce is so innocent. That’s what I love about him. I laugh and tease him more until I’m sure he’s blushing on his side of the screen.
“Ohm seriously! Stop!” He yells.
I laugh at how he tries to end the flirting. Still, I can’t let it end here now can I?~
“Why? You don’t like me talking about our sexy times?~” I ask teasingly.
“I-“, Bryce starts but he is cut off by Delirious before he can reply.
Damn, just when we were getting to the good part!
“Well, Luke and I are having a sleepover tomorrow, so good night you two!” Del says, followed by Cartoonz.
“Yeah, good night you fuckers!” I reply jokingly.
I love those guys.
“And have fun with that 'sleepover’,” Bryce adds, putting emphasis on the last word mockingly.
Del and Toonz say their parting comments and get offline.
Yeah, I really do love those guys. But not as much as I love Brycie~
When I’m supposed to be studying but can’t concentrate, I may post small sketches and shit.
I’ve not seen many maskless Pyros lately and I’ve wanted to take a shot too for some time now
These are all small sketches of both male and female Pyros. I like to imagine Pyro being Mexican or any other Latin American. I’m still not too sure how poofy or short their hair I want them to be (especially fem!Pyro) nor if I’m 100% settled with their shape of their face but I’m happy with the basic idea.
Perhaps in the future I’ll draw their full bodies once I have more free time. If I’m not too embarrassed after this. :“’>
Requested by anon: Hi can I request? Hotch x reader where he surprises her at her birthday? Thank you!!
A/N: thank you for your request! I really hope you will like it :) AND EVERYONE! don’t forget that request is OPEN!
It was three months ago when you joined the BAU team. At first you were not sure if you could do well, but the team was nice to you and when you need help, they always welcome to help you. You really like this team and are happy to be one of them. It was early morning. You drove to the office as usual and quickly headed to where everyone was.
“Morning” you said when you walked into.
“Morning Y/N” Reid said and smiled at you.
“Hey Y/L/N, next Monday is Garcia’s birthday so don’t forget to bring your present” Morgan said.
“O-oh okay” you said confused.
“What’s wrong?” Rossi asked you.
“Nothing but I’m just….suck at buying presents” you said awkwardly.
“Then let’s get them with me” Emily said with a smile.
“Yeah that would be great” you said and made a small smile.
time skip to next Monday
Garcia was excited to see the team today because it’s her birthday. The team celebrates each members’ birthday every year. She slowly walked into the office and smiled when she saw them.
“Happy Birthday!” everyone including you said loudly and smiled.
“Thank you guys!” Garcia ran up to you guys quickly.
“Happy birthday baby girl” Morgan said and gave her the present.
“Happy birthday Penny” you said and gave her the present.
Everyone told her and gave her presents. You were happy to see your friend happy. She deserves this, you thought. Today, you team didn’t have to go anywhere but you have paperwork. It didn’t take much time to do them all. When your team have done them, it was 6 pm. Everyone except Garcia, went to her office again to celebrate her birthday and left home and so did you.
When you got your apartment, you noticed that there was voice message on your phone. You pushed the play.
“Hello Y/N!” you could hear your parents voice and you smiled softly.
“I know you’re busy with work but happy birthday! I’m sorry that we can’t celebrate with you right now” your mom said.
“But remember that we love you” your dad said happily.
“Yes we love you Y/N!” your mom said.
“And….happy birthday!” your mom and dad said in a union.
When it was finished, you felt happy. Your parents are always happy people and you like that. Since you don’t have much friends here, the message made your day.
You jumped a bit because your phone suddenly rang. It was from your boss, Hotch. You had no idea why he called you because he said you can go home and you’ve finished your work today.
“Hello?” you said.
“Y/L/N, I need you to come to the office” he said.
“Okay in 30 minutes” you said and hang up the phone.
You quickly grabbed your car key and headed to the BAU office.
About 30 minutes later, you arrived there.
“Hotch what’s wrong?” you asked when you saw him walking up to you.
“Wait in my room” he said.
“Where is everyone?” you asked as you looked down.
“I only called you” he said and walked out of the office quickly.
You thought it was not about the case or anything. It was private. You’ve worked hard and haven’t made a huge mistake. But you thought he would say something about your work or he would fire you? You just looked down to think about what you did. It was scary for you to think what’s going to happen. Many things came up to your mind so you didn’t notice Hotch coming from your back.
“Y/N” he called out your name gently.
You turned back and opened your month when you saw him standing in front of you with the small cake in his hands.
“Happy birthday” he said and a smile spread across his face.
“Oh my goodness….how? How did you know that!?” you said loudly because you were too confused.
“I’m your boss so I have your file” he said laughing slightly.
He put down the small cake on the table and sat down.
“I-I don’t know what to say….” you said looking down.
“I think you didn’t ruin Garcia’s birthday so you didn’t tell them did you?” he asked looking straight at your eyes.
You just nodded slowly. He was right. You just joined this team 3 months ago but Garcia have been in his team for years. You didn’t wanna ruin her birthday and you were just happy to see her happy since she was your good friend.
“T-thank you Hotch” you smiled softly.
“Let me cut the cake” he said and started diving into two.
“Did you back this?” you asked as you watched him cutting the cake.
“Yes looks bad?” he asked worrying.
“No at all. I just didn’t know you could bake cakes” you said laughing.
“I have to because Jack likes cakes” he said smiling.
You handed one of the fork to him and you both stared eating.
“It’s really great!” you said in a surprise.
“Thank you” Hotch said with a smile.
“Can I advise you?” you said playfully.
“Yes” he said and stopped eating.
“You should smile more often because it’s nice” you said smiled at him and he smiled back at you.
After many, many disagreements and conversations on this years Christmas shenanigans, Harry finally gave into your committed complaints on spending Christmas like every other Christmas; with family. He had raised the argument that you’re on bed rest and according to him bed rest doesn’t pick and choose what day it’s needed. Christmas isn’t an exception to his bed rest rules. But, after unceasingly troubling him persistently, and throwing him out of the bed at one point, he finally gave in and is allowing you to be on your feet this Christmas— of course not without his cunning ways of managing to restrict you from carrying any gifts, or making any holiday food for the family. He refused to even allow you to make cupcakes, he insisted on doing them himself.
You look at him and observe as he licks his lips, struggling to apply the frosting to the cupcakes this Christmas morning. He had spent last night baking them, getting the ingredients correct after two batches turned out terrible. “You, my darling, are absolutely dreadful at decorating.” You crack a smile, watching as he manages to get the icing on his sleeve. “Damnit. Fine, sit and do the icing while I change my shirt.” He grunts, forcing you to sit on the chairs as he nudges the cupcakes closer to you.
He hurries back with a clean shirt on, a charming black button down that will soon be accompanied by his white sweater. “We better get going, we are expected at lunch.” You wear a smile at him, finishing off the last cupcake, swirling the icing perfectly. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” He affably asks, placing the cupcakes into a container that surely is purely for Christmas.
“I’m pregnant, not paralysed. I’m fine.” You assure him, “plus, I am an incubator for another two weeks.” You add, sliding off the chair and standing to your feet. “Now, are we leaving or not? Because if I put jeans on and a pretty sweater over my swollen stomach for no reason, I’ll be pissed with you.” You graciously smile, watching as he rolls his eyes in defeat. There’s no way he can change things at the last minute. You’re going to his sister’s lunch, and you’re going to celebrate Christmas with joy and festivity. “Let’s go, be careful outside there’s snow and—” you gently cut him off,
“There’s snow and ice, i know baby.” You nod, grabbing the cupcakes and your bag, already striding towards the front door. “Harry! C'mon!” You call, knowing he’s trying to think of a way to stop you from leaving the house. He’s protective, always has been, but his protectiveness got more prominent the minute he found out you were pregnant— and it hasn’t finished over the eight months and two weeks. Something tells you the protectiveness level will only heighten once the bundle of joy arrives. “Harry, you have five seconds to get out here otherwise I’m driving myself.” You joke, stepping outside into the frost bitten air, carefully making your way towards the car that has snow on it. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He utters, closing the door and carefully stepping towards the car. You open the door for him to put the gifts in the back before you slide yourself into the front, making yourself comfortable within the seats. “Okay, do you have everything?”
“Harry, drive.” You instruct, his anxiousness rattling your nerves a little bit.
“Ah, you came, you came!” Harry’s sister frantically reveals as she beams at the two of you.
“Gemma, let them in and then maniacally spit out your excitement!” Niall calls from somewhere in the house.
“Sorry, come in, come in!” She ushers the two of you in, taking the cupcakes from your hands before delicately hugging you. “How is my favourite sister-in-law?” She smiles widely, leading you Down the hallway of her house,
“I’m your only sister-in-law, i have to be the favourite.” You chuckle, “I am good, I’m fat, but I’m good.” You follow her into the living room where Niall is sitting on the couch.
“Oh hush. You’re not fat.” She shakes her head,
“I like how I don’t even get a hello.” Harry mutters as he places the Christmas gifts on the table, looking over at his sister.
“Merry Christmas, hello, harry. We can’t neglect you now, can we?” She chimes, hurrying over and engulfing him in a hug. He lets out a groan as she hugs him right. “Okay, you’re about to kill me.” He breathes out and she chuckles,
“Next time don’t complain.” She pets his shoulder before ruffling his hair, purposely messing it up just to get on his nerves.
“How’s my lil nephew?” Niall distracts you and your eyes travel over to him,
“Good, although it could be a niece.” You wink,
“Nah, it’s a boy. Come sit down.” He pets the space beside him and you take up his offer,
“You’re so bloody annoying. This is why I don’t visit.” Harry mutters over with his sister, as you begin to talk to Niall.
“So, when you and Gemma having a lil one?” You cheekily wink, watching as he rolls his eyes with a slight blush.
“We are waiting. First we should get a puppy.” He chuckles, “plus, she’s focusing on her career.”
“Good choice.” You agree, listening to Harry and his sister playfully bickering with each other. Their relationship is mainly based on playful banter and bickering. Last Christmas they both got tipsy and were throwing insults at each other all night, the other guests thought they were having a tif until you and Niall explained to them that they’re just tipsy and playful.
Christmas cheer is spread through out the house, different foods and dressings are eaten, desserts galore spread out on the table as another bottle of wine is opened up.
“Okay, okay. In The Muppet Christmas Carol, which character sang the song ‘Chairman of the Board’?” you question, watching as Nialls face frowns.
“What kind of question is that?” He crosses his arms, pouting his lips as he looks to his wife for help. “Harry, answer.” Niall instructs, looking at his team mate as Harry rubs the back of his neck. “I knew I should have picked one of the girls as my team mate.” Niall huffs, far too into this game. You chuckle lightly, enjoying the intensity of a simple Christmas trivia.
“Rizzo the rat?” Harry answers the question without any confidence to his tone.
“Wrong!” Gemma grins, doing a little happy dance as she walks over to the couch.
“It’s Sam the Eagle.” You crack a smile towards the boys,
“‘Lright, who directed the polar express?” Harry’s voice travels and he gives you a cute little wink, “c'mon love, you should know this.” He gestures towards you,
“Robert Zemeckis, Gosh how I dislike that movie.” Gemma mutters,
“Y/N loves it, it makes her cry.” Harry chuckles,
“Hey, don’t spill my secrets.” You gently throw a pillow at him as Gemma sits down on the couch.
“How many separate stories appeared in the British Christmas romantic comedy Love Actually? Harry if you get this wrong I’m disowning you as my brother.” Gemma reads out,
“10!” Harry instantly answers. Ah, one of his all time favourite movies, there’s no doubt he’d get that answer wrong. It’s also about damn time the two boys managed to get a correct answer without bickering with each other on who’s right.
“Directed by Tim Burton, the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas was adapted from what?” Niall reads, “that’s not fair that’s easy. Even I know it!” He exclaims,
“A poem.” You smile, watching as he nods and Huffs.
“We got the hard ones, this game is rigged. I want another one.” He playfully looks towards his wife, causing her to roll her eyes. You have a feeling she does that to him quite a lot. You wiggle on the couch, the baby moving and making you somewhat uncomfortable, or it could be all the Christmas dessert you devoured. In your defence, you’re eating for two and the baby definitely wanted a second slice of pie.
“It’s getting time for us to head home. We have dinner at eight, are you two attending?” Harry stands to his feet, looking at Niall and Gemma.
“Yes. I RSVP to Y/N’s mum, mum is coming but she said she might be a tad late.” Gemma responds and you push yourself up off the couch, your hands pressing to your lower back. As much as being pregnant has it’s perks, you can’t wait to not have your back feeling as though it’s carrying a ton of bricks. “We will see you guys tonight.” You smile, hugging Gemma, chuckling as she does her best to be gentle with you. “You’re not going to break me by hugging me.” You insist, hugging Niall before grabbing your bag.
You distract Harry as you continue to wiggle in your seat, your back being relentless as pain continues to shoot through you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes glancing at you for a second before they’re back on the road,
“My back is killing me.” You mumble, shifting within the seat, trying to find a comfortable position.
“We are nearly home, just try relax.” He instructs, having no solution to your back pain. You take in a deep breath and look out the window, the white blanket of slow covering the ground, many houses with half shovelled driveways as Christmas celebrations continue. Your attention is diverted to a rippling aches in your stomach, a damp feeling becoming known between your legs. “Oh no, Harry?” You clear your throat,
“Mhm?” He makes sound,
“How much do you love this car?” You ask, knowing the damp feeling between your legs has more than likely gone through onto his leather seats.
“I don’t know, why?” He yawns as you both reach a stopping point due to traffic.
“My water just broke and I’m pretty sure it’s on the seats.” You say in a low voice, looking at him as his eyes widen.
“Your water broke?” He interrogates, clarifying that he heard you correctly, you nod, biting your lip as he grows quiet.
“Okay, well, stay calm. Uhm.” He trails off, thinking for a minute.
What the hell is he thinking of?
Without warning he jerks the car and turns around, half frightening you. “Damn, are you trying to kill us?” You fret, your heart racing as he hits the speed limit and narrows his eyes down on the road. “Sorry,” he apologises, a contraction hitting you as he’s forced to stop at a red light. “This wasn’t meant to happen, not today. All the clothes are at the house. We had a plan. The plan doesn’t happen until after January.” You squeak, anxiousness overcoming you as you realise that you’re in child-bearing mode.
“Calm down, it’s okay.”
“No, he or she can’t come today, no. This isn’t a Christmas baby, it’s meant to be born the seventh of January.” You raise your voice, unable to control yourself, “today is the twenty fifth, today can’t be the day!” You utter an exclamation,
“Sweetheart, relax. Today’s the day, it’s okay.” He delicately announces,
“No, he or she can’t come early, I have to stick to the plan.” You insist, beginning to sound like a complete mess.
“Shh, it’s okay.” Harry shakes his head,
“No! It’s not.” You squeak, “the contractions are five minutes apart. This isn’t part of the plan.” You wail,
“How do you know?” He half-wittedly asks,
“I can fucking feel them!” You raise your voice, annoyed by his idiotic question. How do you know? How does he think you know? Idiot.
“Breathe, just breathe. Here, take my hand.” His hand leaves the steering wheel and you instantly grab it, taking no time in squeezing it between contractions. By the third your breathing is heavy and you’re wanting to get the baby out of you already. “Nearly there; hold on.” He announces, your body feeling as if it’s being torn apart on the inside.
“Oh, okay. I don’t really think I can hold her in.” You moan, the pressure continuing to increase,
“Just a few minutes.” He assures you,
“I don’t think I can wait that long.” You pant, bending your head as you squeeze his hand, unsure of how he is ideally fine with how hard you’re squeezing his hand.
“You’re going to have to.” He murmurs, trying his best to keep you somewhat calm and rational. Apparently you don’t have a choice on when the baby is born, today is the day, whether you like it or not. “Why couldn’t he or she just wait?” You wail, leaning back in the chair,
“He is anxious to see us for Christmas.” He cracks a smile,
“It could be a she. She needs to stop.”
“Honey, I don’t think he or she is going to stop and decide to come in two weeks. It’s today or tomorrow.” Harry stifles a laugh, ultimately managing to pull into the hospital.
Uncle QRRROOOWWW! Hi! AHHH It's so good to see you! Did you miss me?! Did you miss me?!
*Remembers risking his life countless times when traveling across Remnant. Spending nights huddled into himself while shaky hands clung onto the cross Summer use to wear. Having nights where he was sure he was going to die. Having to stare at a picture of his nieces just so he'd have enough energy to get back up. Seeing Summer's reflection whenever he stares at Ruby's face. Remembering the nights when he would drink himself sick only to cry over his former seemingly dead team mates. Thinking about every second he had to spend away from Yang and Ruby whom he mentored when his father was probably too heart broken over the loss of both of the girl's mothers.*
Title; Already Broken Pt 5 / Warning’s; None / Rating; T / Multishot; Yes / Author; Imaginingawholenewworld / Part One / Two / Three / Four
Part Five; Your POV; There was a chorus of ‘oh my god’s’ , 'congratulations’ and 'good luck’s’ all of them were happy and cheerful and every single member of the team had massive smiles plastered on there faces. Hotch was the first to speak properly 'well I believe a celebration is in order, to the new parents. Your child is going to be spoiled rotten and have two amazing parents’, it brought tears to your eyes knowing how happy everyone was for you both, Derek spoke up 'that kid is going to be far too smart for it’s own good’ this made you chuckle and Garcia however made you full out laugh 'I call shot gun on godmother!’. Spencer was quite but when you looked over at him, he was grinning like a mad man, chatting with Rossi who was patting him on the back smiling and giving a small nod. This was the best news you had given all month and everyone was already planning baby showers, celebration dinners and all kinds of things.
Prompt: A Birthday request for Loki/AvengersxReader for the lovely @georghiousophia HAPPY SWEET 16 MY DEAR 😘 Thank you for being an awesome reader!
Warnings: adoption/foster care references
Today was going to be normal, well at least you hoped, because no one knew it was special. Birthdays weren’t something you often celebrated because you didn’t see the point. You never got a cake in all your years in the foster home on the day you were born, so after all these years it never bothered you.
So the morning you turned 28, you hopped out of bed and into the shower at the crack of dawn (early as every other morning) humming Ed Sheeran under your breath. Like always, your soap smelled like raspberries and watermelon as you washed away the problems of yesterdays fight.
Even though you didn’t need other people to know about your birthday, you still felt the need to treat yourself a bit. So after your shower you tool the time to blow dry your hair and properly do your eyeliner so you’d look just the tiniest bit cuter today.
You lay in bed for another hour, lounging and reading a book that Wanda had lent you almost a week ago. With constant training you never had time to read anymore. But when your stomach growled in betrayal, you chucked the book to the end of the bed and headed downstairs. You were slightly surprised when the smell of something sweet wafted down the hallway, considering it was far too early for anyone on the team to be awake.