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The Mistake (Prologue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Pact”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Reader

Author’s Note: A few weeks ago, @fillthevoid-stilinski and I were talking about her series, Between Us, which is an excellent Scott/fake relationship mini, and she was like, you know what I want to read? A Stiles/fake relationship fic, and I want you to write it. Seeing as her big TWO-OH is coming up on October 18th, and I also worship the ground she walks on, I obliged her. This is my birthday gift to my Posey, the other half of Eat, and one third of the Puppy Pack, and just my all-around across the pond soulmate. I hope you all enjoy this fake relationship, Stiles mini series. 

Thanks: huge thanks to @ellie-bee242 for helping me finally come up with the idea of how this fic was going to go. I literally would never have come up with this without her.

Series Summary: When Stiles Stilinski and Y/n Y/L/N were sixteen years old, they made a pact: if in twenty years, they were both still single and their friends had all gotten married, they would marry each other. At twenty-six, a turn of events and a wedding, change their entire lives.

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue

Originally posted by dylanobrienaddicted26

“I still feel bad for Isaac and Kira though.” You said, sitting on the counter in Stiles’ kitchen, eating an apple, while he stared at his open fridge. 

Stiles closed the door halfway so that he could look at you on the other side of it. “Are you telling me you were rooting for anyone but Scott and Allison ending up together?” He rolled his eyes and went back to searching for something to munch on.

“Of course not, they’re our best friends, and they’re sickeningly cute together, and she loves him so much, I wanted them to get back together. I just feel bad for, well, Isaac mostly. Kira and Scott were never that serious, but Isaac seemed pretty into Al.”

Stiles closed the door, not having found anything, and stared up at you, crunching your way through the granny smith apple in your hand. “Yea, well, maybe if he stopped wearing those fucking scarves when it’s the middle of May, he would get the girl.” You smirked and rolled your eyes at your best friend, not indulging his irrational hatred of Isaac’s scarves with a reply. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Your smirk grew into a smug grin, which you broke when you took another bite from the piece of fruit, and then shrugged. “Oh, well then, I hate you, and you don’t get to eat my fruit.”

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The Art of Falling In Love (With a Stranger): Part 1

Real life

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Summary: After an amusing mixup, Finn and the reader become close friends despite never meeting the other. Fluff and embarrassment ensue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Finn Wolfhard so I don’t own his political views, etc.

Y/n: your name

Y/f/c: your favorite color

Y/h/c: your hair color


Finn clicked ‘post’ and within seconds, millions of fans had already commented on it. Curious as to what they were saying, Finn scrolled through the comments only to sigh in annoyance when they were all along the same lines: ‘You’re too adorable/hot/precious’ and ‘marry me’. Seriously, if this is what girls are like these days, Finn’s not sure he’s going to ever get married.

Suddenly, his eye catches on an interesting question that doesn’t involve marriage or what he uses for his hair or even the post: ‘What is your opinion on feminism? Similarly, what are your opinions on social injustices?’

Intrigued, Finn clicks on the username of the commenter. Casually scrolling through his posts before bed is one of his favorite hobbies but it would appear he hasn’t been paying enough attention to the ‘little people’, as his agent calls them.

The account, @your-username, is full of videos of you laughing with your friends, puns, and interesting stories. It’s a lot more interesting than looking at the duck-face selfies his fellow celebrities post.

Deciding he has nothing to lose, Finn DM’s you.

Finn: Hey! Your comment was really interesting on my latest post. It had nothing to do with it, but it was interesting. Um… I support feminism, I guess. What do you mean by social injustices?

Almost immediately, you started typing back and Finn braced himself for the electronic squeal he was about to mentally hear. Instead, you type back:

Y/n: Social injustices like the prejudices surrounding certain races, the hate that women have to bear on a regular basis for striving for achievement. Is this, like, a prank or something?

Finn: Why would this be a prank?

Y/n: There’s almost no way the Finn Wolfhard would be responding to my comment.

Finn: Why’d you post it, then? And yes, this is the Finn Wolfhard

Y/n: I mean to post that on another post but clicked yours by accident… there’s a reason it was so random XD sorry to bother you! If you’re answering fan’s comments you must be annoyed to find out I didn’t intend it for you…

Finn frowned. Now he feels stupid. Your next text quickly soothes his bruised ego, though:

Y/n: It’s fine. It’s actually interesting to find out how to answer questions like that! I want to be an actress, you see, and the Stranger Things and It cast are kinda my role models… so young and so successful! You guys are wonderful people and amazing actors!

Finn smiles and types back quickly.

Finn: Np. You’ll have to let me know when you star in your own show, I’ll watch!

Y/n: Sorry about the misunderstanding. Will do! Cya!

Finn types back a farewell and scrolls through your profile a bit more. Every time he answered a fan’s comment they would keep him up until at least 3 in the morning trying to find out everything about him and asking him to date them at least 30 times. He decides this y/n is an interesting character.

For the first time in a long time, Finn goes to bed before 12:00, his mind still wondering about this girl who contradicts everything he knows about girls these days.

Finn almost surprises himself the next morning when he texts you.

Finn: Good morning

You don’t reply and he takes that to mean you’re still sleeping. It takes you another three hours to reply and then you say:

Y/n: Hey, sorry, I was hanging out with my friends. Wassup?

Finn grins.

Finn: Hanging with your friends and playing 2048?

Y/n: Haha, you saw my post. Yeah, you got me! I was too lazy to check who texted me. You didn’t answer my question, though. wassup?

(You just posted a screenshot of the website 2048 with a square that had the numbers 2048 on it highlighted. Finn’s not sure what that exactly means, but your caption ‘Hells yeah!’ indicates that it’s exciting)

Finn: I honestly have nothing to do right now. wbu?

Y/n: I should be doing hw, but who cares about that stuff, right? im writing/reading fanfiction and watching vines bc im basic and a fangirl

Having made up his mind, Finn grins, types out a quick ‘bye’ and follows the girl. Immediately you ask him, why’d you do that?

Finn: What?

Y/n: You just followed me. Is this a joke?

Finn: What?

Y/n: You’re a celeb and I’m a nobody. Why are you following me? Is this some popularity test or something? trick a nobody into thinking you’re actually interested in them before dumping them?

Finn: At least you post interesting stuff. literally all anyone posts these days is those duck face selfies

Y/n: That wasn’t an answer

Finn: What’s your deal? I’m not allowed to follow you?

Y/n: No, but now literally all my friends are going to be so pissed at me

Finn: Why?

Y/n: They’re going to think I did something to get you to follow me without them

Finn: girls are weird

Y/n: tell me about it


Finn: how was ur hoco?

Y/n: it was fine, i guess. They didn’t play any slow songs and I went with a dude but all we did was play chess in the cafeteria and eat

Finn felt weird at the thought of Y/n going to homecoming with another guy and mad that she didn’t even get to dance.

Finn: That stinks. If it makes you feel any better, my hoco was just as sucky

Y/n: XD yea i know.

Finn: Stalker!

Y/n: Noted. And by the way, you’re out of milk.

Finn: Not funny bc i actually am out of milk

Y/n: XD hocos are all sucky

Finn: I bet chess was better than being forced to dance. thats what happened to me

Y/n: Poor thing, people wanting to be with you

Finn: you got asked!

Y/n: Fair enough.

Finn had seen the photo you had posted on your profile. You were wearing a stunning y/f/c dress and your y/h/c hair was curled slightly. You looked like a princess but talked like a rebel.

Finn supposes it’s part of your charm before blushing and hastily focusing on memorizing the lines of the scene he has to shoot tomorrow.


Finn: What are you being for Halloween?

Y/n: the wall of lights from ST. Wbu?

Finn: That’ll be interesting to see. Send me a pic. im being richie from it bc i got to keep the glasses and a hawaiian shirt is easy enough to find

Y/n: Dude so many people in my grade say that it wasn’t scary

Finn: They’re being dicks it was terrifying

Y/n: Thank you!

Finn: Who’d you see it with?

Y/n: the boy who took me to hoco

Y/n: we were both wimps and clutching each other’s hands when we were scared


“Who are you texting?” Caleb inquired, trying to peer over Finn’s shoulder. Finn hastily turned the screen off, which was useless as it buzzed and turned on again within a second as you answered the question he had just asked.

“His secret girlfriend,” Gaten answered.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Finn protests.

“He hasn’t stopped texting her,” Noah adds, “but he won’t tell us who it is. I think it’s that cute reporter that asked him all those questions.”

“I bet it’s Millie!” Gaten guesses.

Millie looks over from where she’s looking at Sadie’s phone and shakes her head. “He hasn’t responded to any of my texts or Sadie’s. The mystery girl isn’t one of us.”

“I think it’s Sophia,” Sadie says before diving back into her phone.

For a few minutes the entire limo is bomboarding Finn with questions. He ignores them all and just responds to your text.

“Hey, Millie,” Caleb calls. Finn relaxes, glad the attention is off of him, but then Caleb snags his phone out of his hand and presses video chat. Gaten, who’d seen your username, quickly tells everyone what it is and they all immediately search you up.

You answer the chat, much to Finn’s dismay. “Hey,” you say quickly without glancing at the phone. “Give me a sec—shit!” You throw your hands in the air as an orange fluffball jumps onto her keyboard. “Crookshanks, I swear to God—”

You try to lift the cat off but it swipes at your face.

“Asshole! Give me a sec, Finn.” You pick up the floofball and run to grab a Band-Aid. The entire limo can hear you drop the cat onto the ground before it jumps back onto the desk and looks at the camera. For all the cat is a jerk (Finn would know, you’ve faced off against Crookshanks many a time during a video chat) he’s extremely smart as well.

“Aww,” Millie coos.

Crookshanks chirps in response.

“Yeah, sorry, Finn, I was playing—” You shove the cat away and finally glance at the phone. “You’re not Finn.”

“Sorry, Y/n,” Finn calls.

“Oh my God, you’re Caleb McLaughlin!” you exclaim, your eyes widening comically.

“Call him Caleb,” Finn tells you, still off-screen.

You flush a deep red. “Hi?” you offer quietly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“We just want to know who Finn’s girlfriend is,” Sadie shouts.

If it’s possible, you flush an even deeper red.

“We’re not dating!” Finn yells through muffled hands; he’s hidden his face in them. You do the same on the screen before the view is obstructed by the orange cat’s pelt again.

“Dude, you’re dating the future Miss America!” Gaten exclaims, still scrolling through your posts. “This bitch can sing, dance, and she’s super hot!”

“Sorry, Finn, dinner!” you say loudly before hanging up.

Finn’s face is bright red when he finally takes it out of his hands. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Jaeden, Sophia, Jack, Wyatt, Chosen, and Jackson just started following her!” Sadie announces.

“How the fuck did they hear about this so fast?”

Millie just waves her phone in response.


Y/n: Dude, why are all of your friends following me?

Finn: I’m sorry

Y/n: Now I feel pressure to post funny stuff since famous people are looking at what I’m doing

Finn: You’re already funny, trust me they’ll love your posts

Y/n: thx

Finn: whats ur deal with famous people anyway

Y/n: the paparazzi are always watching u guys

Finn: tell me about it

Finn: so your worried theyll start watching you too?

Y/n: no just that they’ll start looking at what your looking at and laugh and b like ‘oh wow this bitch think she cool’

Y/n: idk its stupid

Finn: no its not

Finn: I cant say anything without it being analyzed 50 times over during interviews

Y/n: plus some celebs think theyre better than normal ppl just bc theyre famous so idk i thought u were like that at first


When Finn hears about Matt and Ross looking for another female actress his age, he’s stunned. Sophia’s busy doing something and he hasn’t really heard of any really big kid-actresses right now (or maybe he’s spent too much time hanging out only with the Stranger Things and It kids).

Anyways, he tells you immediately. Your squeal is loud enough to puncture his eardrums.

“I asked them if they would be willing to hire someone who hasn’t acted in a big movie before,” Finn says, smiling as you clap your hands to your cheeks to hide your grin, “and they said they wouldn’t mind as long as she was good!”

“Do you really think they would hire me?” you ask, your hand still cupped over your mouth.

“You’ll be hired the second they see you,” Finn promises and wonders how he still hasn’t met you in person.

Is it possible to fall in love in a year?

Finn thinks so. He knows it was the right decision to reply to your comment. He still can’t believe how down-to-earth you are, how you struggle with math just like him, how you’re an amazing writer. He’s read some of your fics and even edited a short story you wrote and entered into a contest. You didn’t even place, unfortunately, but Finn’s been encouraging you to publish it for at least a month. The judges were fucking stupid not to give you first place.

How can it be that you two haven’t even met each other in person yet are so close? Finn has no idea how tall you are compared to him, what you smell like, what your hair feels like with his fingers running through it, yet you text each other every single day and while video chatting, seem to communicate without talking. He knows your favorite color, your birthday, what games you like to play, what sports you like, and vice versa.

You’re a nice dose of reality when he’s overwhelmed with the stresses of Hollywood. You’ve talked him to sleep many a time when he’s freaking over a scene he has to shoot and he’s helped you study for tests you have to take. The two of you are orbiting in completely different circles. You’re working for grades, he’s working for money.

And yet Finn’s palms sweat whenever you respond to one of his texts or smile at him from your phone screen. Your laugh makes his world appear in high-definition.

Finn thinks he’s in love.

He thinks you might like him too, based on how many guys you’ve turned down in the past three months (five. You told Millie about them. Surprisingly, the two of you are close as well).

But how could he be, if he’s never even touched you?

(Sometimes, like right now, he really does feel like Mike Wheeler. They both fell in love at a really young age to girls they didn’t really know.)


Y/n: Favorite vacation?

Finn: Hawaii

Y/n: No way, you’ve gone?

Finn: It was awesome

Y/n: Did you snorkel? Did you see turtles? Is the water super clear?

Finn: Yeah, all that and more. The fish weren’t afraid of us; I swam right through a school of them.

Y/n: So. Lucky!

Y/n: Oh, did I tell you I’m sending in a video of myself acting, singing, and dancing to a theater company?

Finn: no way! What play are they putting on? Which theater company is it?

Y/n: Broadway…

Finn: No shit! Dude, you won’t even need the Stranger Things role to get famous!

Y/n: Ikr! Anyways, I gotta go, cya

Is it bad that Finn wants to take you to Hawaii now?


Finn can’t believe it when Matt and Ross say he can go to your interview too, since he was the one who recommended you in the first place. The two of you are so excited to finally meet the other.

Finn’s counting down the days.

Exactly a week from when the two of you are finally, finally going to meet the other, he gets this text:

Y/n: Hey Finn. Um so my grandpa took a bad fall and I’m not really that close to him but we’re all traveling across the country to see him and my grandma. They’re not sure he’s gonna make it because there was some internal bleeding and stuff and his kidneys aren’t doing too hot, but I won’t be able to make it to the interview. I already told Matt and Ross. Just thought you should know.

Finn wants to scream. Why couldn’t your grandpa have waited a week?

Finn: It’s totally okay. I’m glad you’re going to see him. You’ll have to let me know how he’s doing, okay? Do you have another date you could do the interview?

Y/n: Matt and Ross suggested Monday the 22. It works for us, wbu?

Without even looking at his calender, Finn replies yes. Who cares if he’s got something going on?


Finn: What about you, what’s your favorite vaca?

Y/n: I’d have to say Great Wolf Lodge. Have you ever gone?

Finn: I think maybe once or twice when I was younger, idk

Y/n: It’s really great! We go every year for Thanksgiving. it’s pretty much the only time i actually see my parents. the water park is humongous and have you heard of MagiQuest? You can go on quests and they’re kinda lame but its still fun. When I was younger you could make your own remote-control cars and I would race mine up and down the hallways…

You kept explaining to Finn and he was reading but really, he was imagining you saying all that to him not on a screen but actually next to him.

Yeah, he’s in love with you.


“Hey, dude, can I borrow your phone for a sec?” Caleb asks.

“Sure,” Finn answers and tosses it to him.

“Dude, what’s your lock screen?” Caleb snickers. “Oh my God, is it her school schedule?”

Finn flushes as Gaten turns, seemingly summoned by the mere mention of Y/n. “Her schedule is his lock screen?” Gaten clarifies.

Caleb nods, chucking the phone back at Finn.

“Well, I don’t want to call her while she’s in class!” Finn defends. Except for Spanish class, because the teacher’s never there.

“Dude, you are so whipped!” Jack chuckles, appearing out of nowhere.


Y/n: Dude, guess what?

Finn: What?

Y/n: You’re never going to believe this but…

Finn: What?

Y/n: Broadway recalled me!

Finn: No fucking way! I’m so happy for you!

Y/n: And also… 4 more days!

Finn: Do you think it’s going to be awkward, seeing each other in real life?

Y/n: Why would it be?

Finn doesn’t have a response for that.


There’s two days left to go when the media starts to attack Finn for ignoring his fan. The truth is that he’d been so exhausted he just couldn’t deal with signing an autograph, taking a picture, and answering 300 questions. He just couldn’t deal with it.

Now he’s just searching up his name on Google and refreshing the page as articles swarm in about how ‘heartless’ and ‘insensitive’ he is.

There’s not one thing about how he’s a kid actor. He’s tired. He deserves a break.

Then his phone chimes. He can tell by the ringtone that it’s you. He fully expects either a ‘Finn, why’d you ignore that fan?’ or a ‘hey, it’s okay, they don’t understand’ but instead it’s a screenshot.

You send another.

And another.

You’re sending him tens of screenshots of tumblr, twitter, and facebook posts defending him. Maybe that’s not a lot in real life but the fact that some people can see it just make Finn want to cry.

So he does. And somehow he calls you and through his tears manages to give his thanks.

“I understand,” you say. Both of you are wishing you could hug him right now. “I wish you didn’t have to deal with this but I understand.”


One day left and the two of you are freaking out. You’re taking a plane to Orange, California, for a meeting with Matt and Ross (from the way Finn speaks so highly of your skills the interview is practically a formality). The Stranger Things kids have been staying in Orange close to the brothers so they’ll be able to start reading through the script the second they’ve finalized it, which will be any day now when they’ve found an actress for the part of an orphan who’s connected to the lab because her dad is Dr. Brenner and she knows where he is. The orphan’s name isn’t decided yet, but that’s the part you’re hoping to get.

You can’t help but wonder what Finn will be like in real life.

“Y/n!” Matt says, extending his hand. You shake it, smiling nervously, and then shake Ross’ hand.

“Hello!” you say brightly. “Thank you so much for letting me audition for this part.”

“It’s no trouble, really. From the way Finn speaks of you, we know you have real talent. Now, we’re just going to give you a few characters and a scenario and we’ll have you act out how you think they’ll react, all right?”

“Sure,” you agree.

“All right.”

You’re just finishing up with the audition when the door bangs open. “Sorry I’m late, the traffic was terrible—”

You whirl around.

“Finn!” Ross says happily.

Another Side

Prompt: You want to ask Peter out to homecoming but what if he asks someone else?

Originally posted by jizemderler

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“You know this is the 4th time this week you’ve been staying late.” Mr. Delmar states, “What for?”

I blush slightly at the thought of Peter saying yes, “Homecoming.”

You’re asking that boy, Peter, yea?”

The cat meows and starts rubbing against my arms, he’s hungry. I bet being a cat is way better than being human. Cats can eat whatever they want and don’t have to care about the consequences, plus they are lazy. I shrug, “Maybe?”

Well, don’t let me stand in your way. Take all the overtime you need, your secret is safe with me.” Mr. Delmar pats me on the back and starts to pack up. I guess that’s my que to get going. It’s already 11:00pm. Yawning I follow Mr. Delmar out locking up, “Night kid.”

Soon enough I get home about to face plant into my bed when I hear light tapping on my window. A man crouches, leaning against it. I cautiously open it to reveal the one and only Spider-Man, “Oh, shit.”

“A little help here?”

Oh, sorry.“ I help him from the window on to my bed. Bruises and blood cover his body, "What the hell happened?”

Someone had a knife.”

That’s all he told me as I started to patch him up. Why? Why am I helping this guy? I don’t even know him. I know about what I read in the papers but that’s it. I stare at him, something seems oddly familiar but shake my head and get back to work.

Your cute.”

A mad blush crawls across my face until I shake it off, “And you’re hurt. We are both very observant people. Why’d you come here?”

Your parents home?”

I scoff. “Maybe. Besides the point, why’d you stop here? Figure that you get lucky on the first try?”

W-well, I went to other apartments, t-they didn’t have their lights on.”

Strapping the last of the bandages around his torso and I nod at my work, “Should take some pain med.’s and rest.” I smile to who ever it was behind the mask. I guess helping Spider-Man wasn’t so bad after all.

Today’s the day I thought to myself, today’s the day I get to finally ask Peter to Homecoming. Homecoming should be a blast right? I mean, admitting my feelings to him will be a leap but it shouldn’t be that bad, right? Ugh. Straightening my hair I take a look at the clock, 6:53, gotta blast.

At the end of the day, opening my locker with a sigh I realize that everything is in place. I worked over time at the sandwich shop which got me a lot of extra cash, just enough to get a poster and food to ask him to homecoming.

“Are you excited?” Ned asks leaning up against the locker next to mine.

“More like terrified, what if he doesn’t feel the same?” Bitting my nails taking a quick look down the hall, he should be here any minute.

“He does.” Ned reassures. I reach for the poster smiling but I get stopped in my tracks.

“Oh my god! Yes, of course I’ll go with you, Peter!” A girl down the hall shouts. My heart plummets into my stomach making me freeze. All butterflies in my stomach have disappeared and a horrible drop dead feeling fills it. He smiles awkwardly and hugs her. I bite my lip, I knew it would be to good to be true. I was living in a fairy tale and now it’s turning grey.

“He does, huh?” I mumble.

“(Y/n)-” Ned tries to explain but I cut him off, “See you Monday.” Throwing my backpack over my shoulder I walk out.

The moment my apartment door closes tears fall down, they don’t stop and I start sobbing. I waited to long, I should have done something. About a half and hour rolls around and I’m still in the same spot. A knock at the door makes me jump. I wipe the tears but it’s still obvious I’ve been crying will my puffy face. I open the door to a smiling Peter, “Hey. Are you alright?”

“U-uh yeah, I-I just failed a test I was studying for is all. What are you doing here? Should you be getting ready for homecoming?”

“Aren’t you?” Peter asks walking into the apartment.

“No, the person I wanted to ask, asked someone else. Now, I don’t plan on going. So, if you don’t mind.” I start pushing Peter back into the hall way, “I have to do homework.”

“But it’s the weekend.” Before Peter could say anymore I shut the door and watched him leave, only he hesitated for a minute. He considered coming back in, but why? Doesn’t matter, maybe needed help in a class or something. I walk into my room and see the dress hanging on the door, a long white faded red dress that cost me a fortune, didn’t matter at the time though because I thought I would dance in it with Peter. I bite my cheek and plop onto my bed, I’ll only close my eyes for a few……

TAP TAP TAP

The window. Groaning, I get up to see Spider-Man leaning against it, “What’s up?”

I let him in, “Sleeping. Are you hurt? I really don’t feel like chatting.”

“I, uh, wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, your not.”

“Then why’d you ask? Love kills.” I sit down on my bed and stare at the dress, “It was for Homecoming, spent weeks working on it. I was gonna ask someone I love but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Who says that?” Spider man quickly asks. I raise and eyebrow. “I’m just helping out the neighborhood.”

I chuckle at the name, “Peter Parker. Great guy. You should meet him. I’m sure he’ll patch you up. I guess it’s my fault, for waiting to long. Or maybe finding out this way is better because maybe he doesn’t love me-”

“He loves you.” Spidey blurts out, “I mean, he looks like he does.” He points to a picture on the desk with Peter and I together, him kissing my cheek because I won my game, sweaty, smelly, and all. Smiling at the picture I take it in my hands tears swell up, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

“Then you’re right, because I love you (y/n).” Peter states. I turn around slowly to see him standing there, “What?” Soon his lips are on mine, sparks fly, fireworks in the background, everything gets brighter and everything stands still.

Peter pulls apart stuttering, a nervous mess, “I asked the wrong girl. I-I was going to go up to you with the poster but someone g-got pushed in from of me, y-you have to believe me.”

I smile with one of his hands on my waist and another on my cheek, “I do.” My arms wrap around his neck, “I love you, Peter.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”

“Wait, your Spider man?”

“Shut your face and kiss me.”

Good Girl Ch 17: Stories Of A Bad Girl (M)

“No,” I grumble, tucking myself deeper into Sehun’s embrace.

“Come on baby, you need to eat something,” Suho tires for the tenth time.

“No.”

“Hyung, maybe we should try again after the meeting,” Sehun suggests.

Suho sighs, “Fine, the boys should be here soon anyway.”

My head perks up, “Boys? You mean my oppas?”

Both boys look at me, happy to see me interested in something, but not happy with what it is. I haven’t let go of Sehun since yesterday after my bath, except to use the bathroom and even than he would be standing at the door waiting. This whole time we’ve been snuggling on my bed, both annoying and saddening the other guys. I sit up on my knees in bed, still straddling Sehun, Suho is on my left dressed in his suit. In nothing but underwear and one of Sehun’s t-shirts, both men can’t take their eyes off me, even in my messy state.

“Are you talking about my oppas?” I ask again when neither of them answers.

“Why does that make you happy?” Sehun pouts.

“Nothing else would get you out of bed, not breakfast, not school, not any of us, but them?” Suho is obviously offended, he looks like a real dad with his arms crossed over his chest.

I hesitate answering, afraid of making them angry, “I just want something that I know, people that know me. Something familiar.”

They share a sober expression, a silent conversation between the two. Suho looks back to me, annoyed with the words about to come out if his mouth, “Will you eat if we let you see them?”

I smile big, “Jin oppa told me he would make me ox bone stew remember? I’ll eat that!”

“That also means you have to get out of bed and get dressed.”

I nod vigorously, “Can I take a shower too?”

“No shower, bath,” Suho corrects me.

I pout for second before giving him an amazing smile, “If you let me shower, you can shower with me.”

“Why not me?” Sehun’s hands hold my hips tighter.

“You have had her too long anyway, you took my turn. Now,” Suho opens his arms to me with a satisfied smirk, “come here baby girl.”

After giving Sehun a quick peck on the lips and a thank you for watching over me all night, I eagerly rush to Suho with the promise of a shower. He easily picks me up and carries me away from a blushing Sehun. It doesn’t take very long to find Suho’s room, it’s a lot like the others, dark in color, the same beautiful view of the ocean past the floor to ceiling windows. There is a built in book shelf that takes up the whole wall, filled with books and little sculptures, and even a few pictures here and there. I don’t have time to look at much, he carries me strait into the massive bathroom; if mine is built for a princess, his is built for a king. There is a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room, covered in gray tiles, a frosted glass shower is in the corner.

“Can I take a bath in here?” I ask when he sets me down on the edge of the tub.

“No baby, you asked for a shower,” Suho smiles down at me surprisingly seductively as he takes off his tie and his suit jacket. “How about you get in first, get used to the water, and tell me when it’s okay for me to come in?” I nod, getting to my feet but hesitating on taking off my clothes so casually. He chuckles, “Do you want me to do it?” When I don’t respond he comes closer and grabs the hem of my shirt, I don’t stop him so he pulls it over my head. Next are my panties, he takes those off slowly, letting his hands caress my legs all the way down. He takes a step back to actually look at me, and like Sehun he looks kind of broken inside at the sight of the bruise.

“I’ll get in,” I say before slipping past him into the shower, my own heart breaking at his sad face. The futuristic shower throws me off for a second, after another minute of staring at it Suho calls to me, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to turn this stupid thing on.” I’m too focused to hear the shower door open and Suho sneak up behind me, easily turning one of the many knobs and turning on the water. His body is pressed up against my back, a blush spreads across my face when I feel something hard touching my lower back.

“Is it too cold?” He asks as the cool water runs down us, leaving goose bumps in it’s wake. I nod. He turns the handle more until the water pouring out is just slightly burning. “Better?” Again I nod. He starts humming some unfamiliar song as he begins reaching for bottles on the built in shelf. I jump when he starts washing my back, pausing with his hands on my shoulders he asks, “Tell when you want me to stop.” When I say nothing he continues slowly, washing both arms, all the way down my back but stops with his hands on my tummy. “Can I wash your chest?”

“Yea,” I answer softly, his hands go up slowly massaging my breasts softly. He only stays there for a second before traveling lower, past my lady parts to my legs. I feel my cheeks get hot when these words come out of my mouth, “Can I wash you?”

“What was that?” He questions coming even closer.

“Can I wash you?” I repeat louder.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me, ever.” He hands me his body wash, I squirt some into my hands before lathering them together, enjoying the smell that comforts me like Suho’s presences. I hesitantly reach out, placing both of my hands on his chest. It’s warm, like he always is, I start moving my hands in small circles across his chest, shoulders, and arms. There is an undeniable blush across my face when my hands drift lower to his amazing abs, I get even redder when I see his member standing at attention. Look up at Suho I see his eyes are closed tightly, his chest raising and sinking as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. Feeling brave I let my soaped up hand brush against it, my eyes never leaving his face. Watching him tense at such a small touch turns me on.

With a deep breath I grab onto the base of his shaft, and quickly start pumping. Suho’s eyes snap open, his dark orbs are fixed on me, he leans in closer, his hands go on either side of my head, locking me against the wall.

“Baby,” He warns me, but his hands ball into fists as he begins bucking his hips against my hand. “Why are you doing this?” He groans, my pumps continue to accelerate.

“You looked like you need to relax a bit,” I answer innocently.

He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed again, “This isn’t relaxing baby, all it’s doing is making me want to pin you up against the wall and take that precious virginity of yours’.”

“So you want me to stop,” I tease slowing my pace.

He growls, “Baby, don’t tease your daddy, I can barely control myself right now.”

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I give him a chaste kiss before pumping him harder and faster. I watch his muscles tense, kind of enjoying the way I affect him. After a few more pumps he comes undone at my hands, spraying his seed on to my stomach and the wall behind me. His chest is heaving, he leans down and places a not so innocent kiss on my lips.

“You are such a naughty girl, getting daddy all worked up like that,” He whispers in my ears.

“You seemed to like it though,” I tease.

He snickers, “How are you still a virgin with that mouth?” He kisses me again before turning off the water. “We should get out before they send a search party after us.”

I nod. He grabs a towel from out of the shower and wraps it around me before grabbing another for himself. Leading me back into his room we find a stack of clothes for me that Suho does not agree with.

“A dress, seriously? No,” Suho scoffs, “You are wearing my shirt and sweat pants.” He decides before puling me into his closet, like mine it’s massive with way more clothes then a person would need, but his definitely isn’t as colorful as mine, with lots of black, gray, and other dark colors. It reminds me of my actual wardrobe, not all the girly stuff they gave me but of all my hoodies, jeans, and sweaters that I love. Suho pulls out a over sized t-shirt and a surprisingly small pair of joggers that would still be a bit big on me but way too small for him. “I kept these here for whenever you stayed with me, that way you wouldn’t have to go back to your room,” He explains.

He helps me put on the underwear Sehun had brought me before putting on the clothes he picked out himself.  When I’m fully dressed he begins looking for his own outfit, finding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Such a contrast from how he looked earlier, he was so fancy looking but now he looks like some really hot guy you could pass on the street and fantasize about later.

He catches me staring and smiles, “I’m already yours baby, you don’t need to stare, you can touch me all you want.” My cheeks are on fire, I look down at my hands in my lap. “Why so bashful suddenly? You are the one who asked me to take a shower and you are also the one who gave me a hand job out of nowhere.”

“Daddy stop, you’re embarrassing me!” I cover my cheeks.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, “So cute.”

“This is nauseating,” Kai teases, making fake puking noise in the doorway.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock? What do you want?” Suho glares at the younger.

Kai rolls his eyes, “Our guests have arrive, I was told to bring you and baby girl along. I’m very disappointed to know that you bent so easily hyung.”

“Sehun told the others too right? We don’t need a blood bath in our living room.”

Kai nods, “Yes, yes, he told all of us, Xiumin hyung was very upset.”

“About what?” I ask Suho.

“We decided that for today, only today because you are feeling down, they can touch you like they used to.”

I can’t help but smile, “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy or we’ll change our minds,” Suho warns.

“I never got the chance to make up my mind,” Kai glares at the older man. He looks at me with a completely different demeanor than I’m used to from him, he smiles softly and offers me a hand. “Come on baby, I haven’t gotten you at all.” I walk over to him, taking his hand, and he leads me out of the room. The is a lot of noise coming from the living room, I can hear everyone talking and having fun, making me hesitate in the hall. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t want to ruin the fun,” I look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

I start backing away from the doorway, “Whenever I’m in the room with all of you guys things get tense, they sound like they are having fun.”

Kai’s grip on my hand tightens, “You aren’t ruining anything, you want to see them don’t you?”

I nod.

“Then lets go see them, we won’t get tense, we will be good daddies, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

With a deep breath I take a few more steps so I can see into the room. Everyone is sprawled out on the floor or the couch, enjoying each others company, it’s a very warm atmosphere that I love. Baekhyun sees us standing in the doorway and smiles.

“Good to see you out of bed baby girl!” Baekhyun beams at me, getting off the couch to give me a hug.

“Are you feeling better?” Lay joins us, Kyungsoo and Chen behind him waiting their turn.

“I’m okay, does my face still look that bad?” I reach up and touch where I know the bruise is, flinching at the pain.

“Don’t touch it,” Kai scolds, swatting my hand away.

“This is so weird,” Yoongi says, his voice getting past the crowd of men talking to me. I weasel my past them to the seven boys still sitting on the floor. They jump to their feet at the sight of me. “What the hell happened?” Yoongi growls coming straight to me. “Who the fuck hit you?”

“Calm down Oppa, there was an incident at school,” He opens his mouth to ask more questions but I cut him off. “It’s was Joon or something. He’s already been um, taken care of.”

Chanyeol chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving my good cheek a quick peck, “You make it sound so cute.”

“Hyung?” Namjoon questions.

“Like she said, there was an issue we handled it, end of story,” Chanyeol deadpans.

“Joo-ya,” Jin waves me over, ignoring the glare Chanyeol is giving him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes, but I’m starving, could you make me some ox bone stew now?” I beam at the cute man, who automatically nods and heads toward the kitchen with me on his tail and the group of men on mine.

“Noona,” Kookie calls.

I look over at him when I sit down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, “Yes?”

He sits down on my other side, “Jihyo noona was really worried about you, did you ever call her?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t had my phone since yesterday, it’s in my backpack and I don’t even know where that is. Can you text her for me telling her that I’m not dead.”

He smiles and nods, pulling out his phone.

“Jin oppa, can I help you cook?” I ask with a big smile, that he can’t refuse. I come around the counter. “What should I do?”

He scans the scattered ingredients on the counter, “Can you peel the radish?”

I nod and rush to grab the three massive radishes, putting them in the sink I scan the cabinets before looking to for help from the many boys watching us. “The peeler?” I ask. Kyungsoo comes forward, opening a near by drawer and handing it to me, I thank him. Luhan comes over with a cute smile on his face, he quickly slips behind me, tying a cute little apron around my waist.

“So cute,” he coos, I laugh as I begin peeling with ease but stop when Chen comes behind me next and pulls my waves into a bun with a hair tie.

“Better?”

I nod giving him a smile, “Thank you.”

“Have you been helping Kyungsoo-ya cook?” Jin asks me as he boils the meat.

I shake my head, “I’m not allowed to cook.”

“Not allowed?” Hoseok and Namjoon echo, completely baffled.

“You love cooking, and you are really good at it,” Taehyung grins at me.

“I cooked for them the first morning I was here,” I think back to only a week ago. My how things have changed for me.

“It was really good,” Baekhyun says.

“Why isn’t she allowed to cook?” Jin questions coming over to help me cut the radishes. With two large knifes in hand he lays down two cutting boards. Once again Kyungsoo appears next to me, taking the knife offered me, making me pout.

“It’s too dangerous for her,” Kyungsoo takes my place and begins chopping the radish.

“She isn’t a child,” Yoongi snaps. “I don’t know what you guys are doing to her, this isn’t the Jooyoung we know.”

“Oppa,” I place a hand on the older boy’s arm, earning us all eyes. “It’s fine, it’s just how things work here.”

He stares down at me dumbstruck, “Since when have you been so submissive? Where is the feisty girl that got a fake ID to sneak into a club last week? Or better yet, the girl who is in that mug shot that Jihyo still has hanging above her bed?”

“Stop,” I snap, using both of my hands to cover his big mouth.

“Mug shot?” The twelve men echo.

“Baby girl,” Kris raises a brow at me, undeniably amused by this news, “Are you a bad girl?”

……………………

“You can hear one,” I deadpan, still glaring at Yoongi across the table for spilling my past. They had pulled more chairs up to the long table, I somehow convinced them to let Jimin and Kookie sit next to me.

“How many are there?” Poor Lay looks like he’s about to pass out from worry.

“There are lot,” Namjoon answers for me, smiling down at his bowl, ignoring the glare he’s earning from me.

I groan, “There is not that many.”

Hoseok chuckles, thinking back to old memories, “There is the time with the boat. The streaking. The car was a bad one.”

Even Jimin joins in on teasing me, “Oh lets not forget the best, the fight that earned you and Jihyo some beautiful mug shots.”

“Those are actually some of my favorite photos of you guys,” Jin laughs.

“Pick,” I demand.

“How about two?” Sehun smiles at me.

“Depends what two,” I lean back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling a lot older suddenly, not the baby I was this morning. My daddies notice it.

“Streaking and the fight,” Kai answers for him, Sehun and the rest nod in agreement.

“Ugh,” I groan. “Okay fine, but the car story is mixed into the streaking one, so when Jihyo and I were 15 we were hanging out with some of her friends. We were playing strip poker-“

Kris interrupts me with a laugh, “As you do at 15.”

“No teasing or you won’t get to hear it,” I pout.

“I’m sorry baby girl, please continue.”

I sigh dramatically, “We we’re playing stripe poker, it was not my idea but I know how to play poker so I was good. Jihyo on the other hand absolutely sucks at it, so being Jihyo, she convinced me to throw the game so we would both loose. Losers had to run half a mile down the street and back. Everything was fine, we were running wild down the street, making a bigger deal out it than we should have by hooting and hollering the whole way. But on our way back we happen to run into a police car, or at least Jihyo did, she ignored my warning and got stopped. I know her parents would have freaked out if she had been caught so I snuck into the cops are and put it in drive. They freaked out and ran after it, so we ran away.”

All twelve men are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, while the other seven are dying of laughter since they were the friends I decided to leave out of the story. Baekhyun shakes off his shock, “The car doesn’t seem so bad compared to the rest of it, why is it one of your stories?”

I look down at my stew and begin to shove big bites into my mouth, but Yoongi answers for me, “What she forgot to mention is that the car rolled down a hill and hit four other very expensive cars that the police department had to take blame for damaging.”

“Hey, it isn’t my fault they left their car door open for anyone to just hop into a joy ride,” I defend myself.

“I don’t know whether or not I should be upset or proud,” Chen looks as if he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life with all the confusion on his face.

“Beyond proud,” Luhan basically climbs across the table to kiss my forehead, “Loyalty is very important, I’m happy you have so much of it.”

“I’m a bit upset that you would go to such lengths for that girl but Luhan hyung is right,” Kai gives me a small smile, “so loyal.”

“Our baby is so amazing!” Chanyeol cheers from the far end of the table, Baekhyun of course joins in on the cheers.

“Alright, boys calm down,” Xiumin gives me a smirk, “I want to hear about this fight that got our little Joo-ya a mug shot.”

“There isn’t an arrest on your record,” Suho questions.

I nod, “That’s the benefit of having Jihyo’s dad be rich and powerful, he cleaned that up in no time.”

“How long ago was this?” Lay wonders.

“Um, about seven months ago, Jihyo had convinced me to go to some random American bar that she really wanted to go to because apparently that’s where all the hot ones go. After being there for a little while some guys started getting a little too touchie with us but when we asked them to back off they didn’t listen. So we did what any normal person would do-“

Yet again I’m cut off but this time by someone who knows the story, “What you did was nowhere near a normal girl reaction. Most girls cry or threaten to call the cops but you were such a badass!” Kookie can’t hold in his excitement in.

“Calm down Kookie,” I pat the younger’s head, “You can’t just jump the build up like that. Anyway, Jihyo and I each punched the next closet guy, ducked away and watched as a bar fight began. But things got a little too crazy when the guys found us even in the mess of punches and thrown bodies.”

“What did you do?” Lay is filled with worry once again.

“We kicked them in the nuts and when they hunched down to protect their manhood we kneed them in the face. It was actually amazingly coordinated.”

“Who would have thought our baby would be such a badass?” Xiumin smiles at me with fondness.

Don't get caught || Bucky Barnes drabble.

Words: 1680

Warnings: Slight smut

SUMMARY: A nice training with Bucky

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was one of these days, when Bucky was full of rage. He recently has came back from very tough mission in Eastern Europe. He has been sent to Nizhny Novgorod and he had to invigilate the training of young Shield’s recruits.

Now, brunette was at the gym, where he was doing his cardio training, trying to get rid of bad emotions.

You went at the gym out of pure boredom, your day was really boring, so you decided to go there and do something.

Shirt and shorts were all that you were wearing at the moment, you felt comfortable in that outfit.

You entered the gym and looked around, then you looked at Bucky and smiled at him. “Hey there, Barnes!”

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Sick Mommy

Author: @riversong-sam
Request: @oriona75
I need the fluffiest of the fluffy Sam. Stressed out sick mom at wits end and needs help. Hubby!Sam to the rescue.

Word Count: 743
Parings: Sam x Reader, Dean, Evan (OFC), Grace (OFC)
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Your husband and his brother had been gone for 3 weeks leaving you alone with a toddler and an infant. Sam called every night to check on you and the kids. Every night you would say you were fine, the kids were fine and you all missed him. Most of it wasn’t a lie except the “You were fine” part.
The truth was you were stressed out with your son getting into trouble all the time, to your infant daughters non-stop crying and screaming. Oh and on top of that you seem to have caught a flu bug. You donned a face mask (like the ones in doctors’ offices) to take care of the kids. You really didn’t want them sick.
The kids were in bed, or so you thought as you went and took a shower. You didn’t know little Evan was still awake or that he stole you’re cell.
“Daddy?”
“Evan? Where’s your mom buddy?”
“She shower crying.”
“What? Why?” Sam tried to remain calm for Evan. Why were you crying? Were you hurt? Was Grace?
“Mommy sick.”
“What do you mean Ev?”
“Mommy coughing and wears funny t’ing on her face when she takes care of me and Gracie.”
“Ok Ev. Daddy and uncle Dean are on our way home ok? Be a good boy for me and go put mommies phone away and go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Ok Daddy”
“I love you little man. You take care of mom and Grace ok?”
“Ok Daddy, wuv you too”
You just stepped into your room when you saw Evan in it.
“Evan sweetie what are you doing up still?” times like these you were glad you dressed in the bathroom after your showers, instead of coming back to your room to do it.
“Spose’ take care of you.” Your four year old said.
“I’m ok honey let’s get you back to bed.”
“No! me tuck you in tis’ time.”
“Evan..”
“No mommy I take care of you. Daddy said so.”
“Daddy called?”
“Yea said supose’ take care of you and Gracie.”
You couldn’t help but smile a little at that.
“Alright baby but once I’m in bed I won’t come tuck you in again.”
“S’ok mommy I big I can do it myself.”
“Alright.” You climb into your bed. Evan pulls your covers up and much as he can and kisses your head.
“G’night mommy, sweet dreams.” He says mimicking what you say ever night to him.
“Goodnight Evan.”
He smiles and leaves your room, checking on his sister before going to his own.
You smile and click off your lamp and going to bed.
**
By the time you awake the next morning it’s eleven am. Getting up quickly you panic, Evan usually woke you up by now if Grace hadn’t with her crying. Rushing out of your room, despite your aching body and head you check the baby’s room first, panicked even more she isn’t there. Next you check Evans room, it’s empty too.
On the verge of tears you check the kitchen to find not only your kids but Sam and Dean as well.
“Mommy!” Evan says spotting you.
Sam turns at his comment and rushes over, “Hey baby what’s wrong.” He wipes some stay tears.
“I slept late..” you hiccup “They weren’t..” more tears fall and Sam realizes you thought something happened.
“No baby shh it’s ok.” He holds you to him. “Dean you ok with them?”
“Yea go take care of your wife. Let me have time with my favorite munchkins.”
Sam nods his thanks and takes you back to bed. Holding you as you cry releasing all you worry and stress from three weeks.
“Shh (Y/N) it’s ok I’m here now. That’s it baby let it all out. We’re safe, the kids are safe, and you’re fine sweetheart.” Sam soothes rubbing your back.  
Eventually you stop crying and just lay there in his arms.
“Feel better?” he asks and you nod slightly.
“Good now get some rest Ev said you were sick.”
“Little flu bug.” You mumble
“All the more reason for you to rest baby. Dean and I’ll handle the kids and when you wake up I’ll make you soup ok?”
You nod and snuggle him more, “Thank you.”
“You’re Welcome (Y/N). Now sleep my love.”
You close your eyes and allow his heartbeat to lull you to sleep glad he was finally home.

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Henry Bowers x Reader Smut Imagine #2

Request: hi beautiful, hope everything is all good with you and your sister. when you have some time, can you pretty please do a long smutty one about how y/n is one of the losers sisters and her and henry hate each other and one day they’re stuck together and end up having really rough sex PLEASE PLEASE PLESSE i will beg you if i have to 😩😩😩😩💖💖💖💖💖


You walked down the halls with your friend watching your little brother, Richie, carefully. Leaning against the lockers across the hall was the Bower’s gang. The gang was known for terrorizing and bullying the kids of Derry. Richie and his friends seemed to be the main targets for Henry Bowers and his gang of psychos.

Richie walked further up the hall being careful of Henry. You see Patrick smirk and lick his lips as your brother and his friends pass.

F/n was going off about her winter vacation which she just got back from. You listened and watched Richie as close as you could. To say you were protective of your little brother was an understatement. You were over protective, but only because you knew his ‘trashmouth’ got him into loads of trouble with bullies.

As you spaced out you almost didn’t notice Henry pulling Richie back by his backpack and starting to terrorize his friends.

“Sorry F/n. Hold that thought okay?” You say and leave her side, pushing past people to get to the boys rescue. “Don’t you have anything better to do than terrorize my brother and his friends Bowers?” You ask as you stood behind him with your arma crossed and an eyebrow raised. Henry turns to face you with a glare.

“What you gonna do about it Tozier?” He asks pushing you back slightly. You chuckled. As if he didn’t know what you were capable of.

“Well it would be easier to just call up your dad and have him punish you but I kind of like the sound of humiliation instead.” You said with a slight smirk. He scoffs and with one more push to Richie he storms off bumping shoulders with you.

“T-Thanks again Y/n.” Bill says. Before you walk away you turn and flash them a smile.

“No problem Billy.” You say

~

At the end of the day you had gotten detention for punching Greta in thenface for talking shit. So you walked to the classroom you were told to show up at. Opening the door you stop dead in your tracks to see Henry sitting on a desk.

“Fucking great.” You says, noticing that you and him were the only ones here besides the teacher.

“Good. Now that you two are here, you can help me move things to the supply room.” Mr. Donald says

You and Henry start bringing stuff to the supply room. Propping the door open because if not it would lock you in. The whole time you and Henry didnt speak. Just grumpily moved things. The teacher was called to the office to help the principal with something at some point.

You went to go pick up a table when Henry snorts.

“What the hell is your issue?” You say narrowing your eyes at him.

“Nothing. Just don’t think you have the muscle to lift that table up.” He says with a shrug. It was your turn to snort.

“Please, I’m pretty sure i could pick your ass up and throw you out the window if i wanted to.” You shot back at him, “but if you really think i can’t pick it up on my own, get over here and help me with it.” You say. He uncrosses his arms and comes over to help you. Both of you pick the table up and manage to get it down the hall and into the supply room.

The table hits the door hard as you carry it into the room. Once you set it down you hear a crash. You look at the entrance and slowly started to panic.

“No. You got to be fucking kidding me.” You say tugging at the door and jiggling the handle.

“Guess we’re stuck in here.” Henry says lighting up a cigarette. You slide down the door.

“Well no shit.” You say

~

Minutes pass of you slightly hitting the back of your head against the door. Henrh was getting annoyed.

“God you’re so fucking annoying.” He says.

“Yea, well you’re not any better.” You say, he looks at you.

“The hell do you hate me so much for?” Henry asks angrily.

“Because! You bully people for fun and you use people for your own desires!” You shout getting up. You were pissed now. Who did he think he was?

“I fucking hate you!” He says stepping closer.

“Good! The feeling is mutual!” You shout. Not realizing how close you guys were until he smashed his lips to yours.

You kisses back just as hard as he did and gripped the front of his shirt. Your tongues fought for dominance which he won when he grabs your breast.

He pushes you up against the wall and takes your blouse off before starting to suck, bite and kiss your neck. You tilt your head giving him better access.

You grabbed the hem if his shirt and pulled it over his head.

“We don’t have much time.” You mumble and he nods undoing his pants. He pushes his pants and boxers down before moving your panties aside. He rolls the condom on his hard cock and wastes no time to thrust deep into your tight pussy.

His thrusts were hard and had you a moaning mess. He grabbed your chest and rocked his hips into yours. He pants against your neck.

Soon you feel that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen building up.

“Shit, I’m close.” You say gripping at his shoulders. Your nails digging into his skin. He reaches down between your bodies and rubs your clit in fast circles pushing you over the edge. You claw down his back riding out your high. He comes after you, his thrusts sloppy.

He cums thrusting hard before pulling out. You and him get cleaned up and dressed before the door opens.

“We don’t speak of this to anyone got it?” Henry says narrowing his eyes at you.

“Got it.” You say.

“There you two are. Didn’t I tell you guys to prop the door open?” Mr. Donald says looking at the two of you. “Detention is over. You can go home.” He says. You and Henry walk out of school together.

Never talking about what happened again.

A/N: this sucked tbh. But it’s long. So i might make a part two. I don’t know yet though

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requested?: yes

pairing: bill/reader

a/n: i hope you guys are having a good day, half of my requests are bill! also im down to two requests (not including this one) so i’ll be opening me requests real soon! and just a reminder you can ask for specific stuff like “winter with the losers club would include” etc etc!

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A Tight Fit

Characters: Dean Winchester, Cas, Sam Winchester, Reader
Word Count: 2,348
Warnings: Inappropriate noises, frustrated Dean, overly helpful Cas, slight heartbreak, all around confusion.
A/N: I wrote this for @notnaturalanahi‘s Ana’s Crack Challenge #2 TWSS Edition. My prompt is bolded below. Italics are a conversation being had behind a closed door. I loved doing this challenge, and I hope you enjoy it too!

Beta’d by my sweet waterbear, @trexrambling: “I just can’t with you right now. You heard my giggles. My brain can’t handle this.”

As usual, tags are at the bottom! If you’d like to be added, please let me know!

Overview: Sam and the reader come home after a long evening out and stumble upon a situation in the bunker that they weren’t expecting.

Originally posted by cheesypeeps


The bunker door groaned as Sam pushed it open and let Y/N go ahead of him and down the stairs. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to stay longer.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Sam, one foreign film was enough, I can’t do two. I love you, but…it’s just not enough to get me through that. Sorry.” Y/N wandered through the war room and into the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter. “Where is everyone?”

Sam shrugged, “I dunno. Who knows where Cas goes most of the time, and Dean is probably at the bar or something.”

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Ok folks!

This is a super hastily written and barely edited ending to this, with just a little ta-kill-ya thrown in for Cinco de Mayo. :)

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Mulder stepped out into the post holiday chill and proceeded to hike it home, to hell with the cab, he just needed to get out of here. He adjusted the collar of his over coat  to cover his neck. No need though, really, the flush of embarrassment that had flooded his cheeks was plenty enough to keep him warm. Damnit! Stupid stupid stupid. What the hell were you thinking?! Great. Monday’s gonna be fu-

“Mr. Mulder? Wait!” The unfamiliar call stopped him just long enough for Charlie to catch up. Charlie stood just about Mulder’s height, with a well-trimmed goatee and shoulder length, thick strawberry blonde hair kept into a neat ponytail, and a set of very familiar crystal blue eyes. Professor, Mulder assumed. He’d been so busy answering Charlie’s enthusiastic questions earlier, he’d hadn’t gotten much time to learn about Scully’s youngest brother much.

“Listen, sorry I-“ Mulder began.

“No, no, it’s fine. Bill’s an ass. I just uh, wanted to apologize for my brother and assure you there’s no hard feelings. At least on my end.”

Mulder would’ve been touched by the man’s offer had he not been in such a hurry to make his exit.

“S’ok. Really. She’s his sister, I get it. I really do.” He extended a hand, hoping to bring the conversation to a close. “It was nice to meet you, maybe we can do it again some other time.” Charlie brought a hand out from his leather bomber and gave Mulder one firm shake. “Sounds like a plan. I’m going to get Bill home, you take care.”

Mulder nodded quickly and turned, attempting to resume his get away.

“Mulder!!”

Damnit. Shit. Fuck.

“Mulder wait!” He froze, unable to blow her off so publicly or pretend to not hear her. She strolled past Charlie on his way back into the bar, stopping only to squeeze his arm and kiss his cheek. She nodded something unintelligible, and Charlie made his departure with a quick hug.

Scully trotted up next to him pulling her wool london fog tighter around her frame, tiny puffs of steam marking each warm breath as her gate became more and more purposeful.

Here it comes.

But it didn’t. Once she got to him, it was clear she hadn’t really thought much about what to say. Her eyes pleaded wth him for answers, tiny lines of confusion marking her inner brow. Her irises flitted back and forth, searching his own for answers.

“Mulder what are you doing? It’s freezing out here and its at least 3 miles to your place,” ah the old stand by. Substitute practicality for emotion.  Good ol Scully, maybe shed let him off the hook after all, “Come on, she shivered, “let’s get a cab.”

Let’s. Let us. *Us*

His heart thudded wildly in his chest, and somehow, somewhere he found his voice.

“No.”

“No?” She looked at him incredulously, clearly shocked and more than a little annoyed.

“No, Scully. I—I think I’d like to keep walking.” Why was he saying this?  Stop this, you idiot. He told himself. She’s right and you know it.

And then the look. The chin scrunched and her eyes spat at him, “Suit yourself.”

As she turned, the wiser part of his brain won over and he called to her “Wait! Wait. Shit. I’m sorry. Look, there’s another place, Mickey’s..uh…it’s just down here. Why don’t we duck in there for a bit.” He spoke to the cracks in the sidewalk, unable to meet her gaze.

“Okay Mulder.” Her tone was weary.

He nodded his head in the direction of the next stop.

Mickey’s was quieter, darker, rougher. No crystal or uniform, just a middle aged man with a middle aged paunch and a middle aged hairline. Seated at the bar Mulder nodded to the bartender and held up a finger.

“What’ll it be?”

“Tequila. Two please.”

“Mulder are you ok?” Nope. Not off the hook.

“Yea, yea just…” he downed his shot and swiped at the remnants of lime stinging his bottom lip, chapped already from the cold, “shit. I’m sorry, Scully. For everything. I knew better than to–

"Don’t, Mulder. Don’t you dare.” Her words carried a vague threat, but her voice trembled, just slightly enough for only him to notice, “shit,” she mimicked, “give me that.” She downed hers, forgoing any salt or lime without even so much as a grimace. She sucked in a breath, and then seemed to gaze into, or past the floor. A slow grin crept its way across her face and Mulder wasn’t sure whether to be elated or terrified, because she looked slightly hysterical. And then she giggled. Giggled. Hiccupy. Girlish even. 

His heart resumed its thudding.

A small smile remained on the downslope of her delirium and she shook her head ruefully. “I’ve never considered myself a vain person Mulder,” she began, choosing her words, “Missy..” he held his breath at the mention of her late sisters name and he kicked himself for being grateful when she couldn’t elaborate. “I always placed my value in my intelligence, my hard work. My achievements were, and still are, my measuring stick, of sorts.” Mulder briefly considered a height comment and then thought better of it.

“When I was first diagnosed…” again the grin appeared..“you know what my first thought was?" 

He found himself unable to speak, but he shook his head, urging her to continue.

"I thought…my hair. I’m going to lose my hair.” She shook her head and eyed her empty shot glass. Her voice sounded so far away. “So silly, really.”

“Scully–” again she cut him off.

“What you said tonight..” her fingers stroked the rim of the glass slowly, thoughtfully…and before he knew it she was gripping his tie and giving him an impossibly soft, slightly open-mouthed kiss, her tounge barely grazing his upper lip. God. So soft. So sweet, even with the bitter tang of tequila and red wine left on her tongue. His head began to swim and he could just barely feel the raspy moan leaving his throat. By the time could register what had happened enough to respond she’d started to pull away, but he caught her waist, fisting her coat possessively to pull her back in and cup her jaw gently, opening his mouth to hers to kiss her fully as well, just once. When they parted their foreheads met, a kind of kiss all its own. She chuffed.

“Thank you Mulder. I…I needed to hear that tonight, more than you know.”

Her name came out on the end of the breath he hadn’t known he was holding, "Scully-“ 


Her hand to his chest brought his eyes to hers. For the second time tonight they shimmered with fresh tears, and he felt his own eyes start to sting and throat begin to tighten.

"Please take a cab home, Mulder. It’s cold out. I’ll see you on Monday.”

With a palm to his cheek and an impossibly tender look on her face, she slid from the stool and out of the bar. It occurred to him finally that she’d never even taken off her coat. All Mulder could do was stare after her, dumbstruck. When he turned back toward the bar, it’s patron huffed, "What the hell are you grinning at?”

Fin 

You're Underage

Chibs

“Am getting to old fur this lassie” Chibs laughs as he runs after you following your half naked self around his house.

“Yeah tell me about it, I thought you where going to have a heart attack or something when we where screwing last night” you tease while standing on the other side of the sofa so he couldn’t catch you.

“Oh I don’t think so sweetheart yer the one who was screaming my name, I was debating on weather or not I should shut ye up. I mean if the neighbours herd I’m sure they’d be wondering why Unser’s daughter was screamin ma name” you send him a playful glare squealing in delight when Fillip moved quickly and caught you in his arms. He was right though if any neighbours had called it in to the cops it would have been quite awkward for your father to show up and find out that a outlaw biker was screwing his 19 year old daughter.

“Let me go Fillip” you yell while trying to get out of his grip

  “What was that? You want me ta tie you up and have ma way with ye? Okay lassie if that’s what you want” He had a smug look on his face, you could sense it in his voice. By now you knew him good enough to be able to tell. He was on his way up stairs and back to the bedroom when the door bell rang and Chibs being his stubborn self didn’t put you down. Probably thinking that he would have to try and catch you again.

“Fillip! Put me down! All I’m wearing are your shirt and my panties my full ass is on show” You argued my voice taking a serious tone

  “And what a fine arse it is my dear.” Is all he says before he yanks open the door and You can feel his body tense underneath you. This wasn’t good.

“For fuck sake Chibs! Really Wayne’s daughter really! She’s 19 for god sake” You flinch at Gemma’s voice as Fillips grip tightens on your thigh “what in the name of god possessed you to fuck Unsers kid?” You could just imagine Gemma’s hands place firmly on her hips when she said this. Chibs took a few minutes to decided on an answer and when he gave it I curse to myself, he should have said nothing.

“Are ye kiddin me! Have ye seen this lassies arse!”

Tig

“Oh come on baby just let me come over” The seductive voice of my old man comes through the phone to meet my ears causing a smile to form on my face

“You know I can’t Tiggy I’m watching Able, Tara and Jax could be back any minute” I smile at Able as I enter the room with bowl of ice cream in my other hand which wasn’t holding the phone.

“Look babe, we haven’t had anytime together in two week and besides Jax might not be home till morning and Tara won’t be home for another few hours since she’s in surgery, come on baby girl.” Handing the bowl of ice cream to Able I sit down next to him on the sofa before turning to face the tiny Teller.

“Hey Able, how about Uncle Tig comes over to play. Would you like that?” The little kids blue eyes immediately light up at the mention of Tig

“YA UNCLE TIGGY!” Abel yells excitedly before remembering about his ice cream and taking a huge spoon full, placing all of it in his mouth. The smile on his face was wider though because of my mention of Tig coming over.

“I’ll take that as a yes, you can come over” I quickly continue before Alex can make a suggestion about what we would do when he got here “it’s nothing more than a member of the club coming to check up on his presidents son and the beloved baby sitter - well that is until Able goes to sleep” I could practically hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again.

“I’ll be their in twenty minutes” and with that he hangs up. A content sigh leaves my lips as I snuggle down with Able and continue to watch the kids movie.

After almost exactly twenty minutes their is a quite knock on the door followed by Alex who walks straight into the living room. He shoots me a smile before his eyes land on the sleeping figure next to me. “Hey baby, when’d the kid knock out?” He moves to kneel in front of the sleeping four year old

“About five minutes before you got here, better take him to bed-”

“I got it babe, you stay here I’ll be back” and with that Tig picks Able up and begans to walk into his room and before I know it Alex is back and seated next to me on the sofa.

“Hello” I giggle as he gives me a look which tells me exactly what’s going to happen and sure enough before I can get another word out Tig’s lips are on mine and my own respond immediately. I humm into his mouth the feeling of his lips against mine is great after not having it for a while. He moves his attention away from my mouth and begins to move his way doesn’t my jaw and then continue to my neck.

“We-e really shou-uld not be d-doing this” I say with my words coming out breathless as the moment heated “I mean-n I’m only 17 and-”

“Don’t remind me doll and incase you forgot age isn’t exactly a problem to me” after that I can’t continue to have a discussion anymore and let him have his way with me. His large hands on my body, clothes thrown to random places in the living room, wet open mouthed kisses, bare skin and a lot of noise. We where down to Alex only having his pants on and me only with my shit and underwear on, when suddenly the front door opens revealing a very surprised looking Jax and Tara

“Oh my god” Tara’s voice comes and we both freeze. I quickly recover and scramble to put my pants on as Jax has a smug look on his face while Tara and Alex look quite embarrassed along with myself.

“I knew their was something going on between you two!” Jax laughs making both mine and Alex’s face burn red. Grabbing the rest of my stuff I grab Alex’s hand and make my way towards the door moving past Tara and Jax.

“Thanks guys see you later” I shout over my shoulder while guiding Tig to his bike

“Bye, oh and I better not hear any daddy moans coming from your apartment in the clubhouse Tiggy!”

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Juice

“Oh guys come on can we drop this now!” The argument had been going on for months. Ever since the guys had found out about Juice and Y/N it had been a constant argument about the age gab and the general disapproval of the relationship.

“Juicy Boy she’s 16! I mean come on she’s only a kid and still in high school, she’s got you helping with her maths homework fur god sake!” The other guys watched on as Chibs took his turn at laying into Juice about his underage girlfriend.

“We have had this conversation a million times, and for the millionth time I’m dating her and that’s the end of it” Juan’s voice was tired as he sat down exhausted on the barstool. Chibs sighed obviously seeing the stress this was causing his younger brother. He walked over to him placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Do you love her?” Juices head shot straight up and his eyes immediately wanting to pull away from the intensity of Chibs eyes which it was met with. He didn’t pause and he took less than a second to answer.

“Yes” the bar goes quite, so quite that you would be able to hear a pin drop. Brown eyes search brown eyes as Fillip looks for answers. He needs to make sure that Juice makes the right choice and after a few minutes Chibs pulls away sighing heavily while giving Juan a sceptical look.

“Aye okay, go yer lassie and bring her here. She needs to be properly introduced ta the club” the shock is clear on Juices face and Chibs laughs sightly at this. “ are you waitin fur me to change my mind Juicy?”

“No, no, no! I’m going okay I’m going! I’ll be back in twenty minutes with Y/N” and with that Juice is out the door within minutes his bike is pulling out do the lot.

“And why did you let him go get that 16 year old?” Bobby asks with a tired voice with having been fed up with the bickering days ago.

“The kid wants young pussy, the kid can have young pussy. It either works out or it doesn’t” Tiggy answers for Chibs and they all nod their heads in agreement.

“Stupid bastard that lassie will batter the shite outta him if he fucks up”

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Happy

“Oh Daddy” You groan loudly before collapsing onto the bed next to you old man Happy. You had only been together a few months but where still in the sort of honeymoon phase which involved a lot, a lot of sex.

“That was fantastic” happy speaks still breathless from his release turning head to face you

“it was great” you giggle slightly

“mean where the hell did you learn to do that because if what you told me was the truth then I am the second guy you’ve had sex with and you are great” he wears a questioning expression as you drag fingertips up down his bare chest a small smile playing on your lips

“I must just be a natural” after a few minutes of silence you speak up again

“better get going” but when you try and get up you feel his grip tighten on you

“Stay” you’re stunned by what he says but quickly recover

“at the clubhouse yea that’s a great idea happy and while your at it just go declare to the whole town that we are fucking” an amused smile comes into his face when i say this pulling my body against his once again

“Stay”

“But I-”

“Stay” I sigh giving in not having enough m energy to argue

“You win I’m two tired to argue” i practically whisper against his skin as happy pulls my body close. His hands lightly running over the soft skin of my body.

The next morning I’m woken up to Happy standing next to the bed with only his boxers on and an angry look on his face. “What where you thinking man she’s 17!” Jax yelled gesturing to me without realising that I had woken up

“I think I know that since we’ve been dating for 6 months Jax! I wouldn’t be with her if I didn’t love her, you know I don’t do complicated and dating a 17 year old sure as hell ain’t the easy road!” A defeated sigh escapes Jax

“you can man if you love her me or the guys aint gonna stand in your way” and with that he leaves leaving happy alone

“You know that I love you right?” Happy asks startling me but I don’t hesitate

“I love you too” >

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Everything Hurts and I’m Dying

A/N: This is an anon request where the reader is on her period and everything hurts, so Spencer makes her feel better with a hot water bottle and booby rubs.  Fluffy. Enjoy! Also the Parks and Rec line just felt so right for the title. XD

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“FUCK! WHY DOES EVERYTHING HURT?!” you screamed out in the middle of apartment, collapsing onto the couch doubled-over in pain.

“Period?” you boyfriend asked, already knowing the answer.

A couple of days out of every month, you felt like you were literally dying. Any man that says men can take more pain than women can suck it. You’d still be going to work while your ovaries were exploding and your chest was pounding in pain. Meanwhile, your brother took off work for two days if he had the sniffles.

“Yessssssss,” you said, crying out like Kuzco from the Emperor’s New Groove.

Spencer walked into the kitchen and grabbed the hot water bottle, placing it underneath the scalding hot water of the faucet. After filling it up, he walked over the couch where you were still currently collapsed with your head in the pillow and sat next to you. You sat up and leaned into him, molding yourself to his frame. He pulled up the hem of your extremely loose t-shirt (you wanted no fabric touching you while you were bloated) and placed the hot water bottle on your stomach. “That should hopefully help,” he said, “just give it a few minutes to soothe the ache.”

“Okay,”you grimaced, closing your eyes as a sharp pain shot up your spine. Literally everything hurt at this time of the month. Stomach. Back. Neck. Chest. Nothing escaped the wrath of Mother Nature. “Can you grab me a cup of coffee? I don’t wanna get up.”

“No,” he said, easing your head off of him and onto the couch to get up, “No coffee for you. Caffeine makes cramps worse. Do you want water instead?”

“Why is everything good in this world bad for me at one point or another? I want cofffeeeeeeee!” You complained, kicking your feet against the couch. “Yea, I’ll take water.”

Laughing at your fake tantrum, he filled up a glass with water and reached into the refrigerator, rummaging around for something you couldn’t see. He returned to the couch with cold water and a few squares of Ghirardelli dark chocolate. “Dark chocolate helps relax your muscles,” he declared, returning your head to its rightful place against his chest.

“Oh, you do love me.”

He ruffled your hair and put his hand over yours, holding the hot water bottle in place. “Yea, I do.”

You were feeling slightly better, but your chest was still so fucking sore. “How’s your stomach?” he asked.

“Stomach’s a bit better,” you mumbled, wanting to fall asleep, “But my boobs are killing me.”

“Well, try and stay away from salt for the next few days. That makes it worse. But in the meantime, do you want me to help?” he asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

“You just want any excuse to touch my boobs,” you laughed.

“True, but a little massaging might ease the pain,” he said.

Screw it. You’d try anything. You leaned up, lifting your shirt over your head, leaving you in a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Underwire could suck it until this was over. “Go ahead. Feel ‘em up,” you sniggered.

He sat you up a little more, your head resting in the crook of his neck, so he could massage you in a more comfortable position for the both of you. As he reached one hand around your chest, the other brought both of your hands down to the hot water bottle. “You hold that in place and I’ll work on the boobs,” he mumbled into your neck.

“You know if this does make me feel better, you are going to have to do it every month, right?”

He snorted. “I’ll totally hate that.”

“Yea, you are a boob man.”

As you held the water bottle in place, the soothing heat finally spreading to your pounding uterus, Spencer gently took one breast in each hand, kneading them slowly. His hands had been warmed from the hot water bottle, so your chest was getting the same action as your stomach, except with the added bonus of your boyfriend’s amazingly deft hands.

“Mmmmm….that’s good. Do more of that,” you muttered.

“With pleasure,” he replied, kissing your hair, “A little firmer?”

“Yes please.”

Over and over again, he pushed your breasts together, lightly kneading your nipples in between his fingers while pressing against your skin with the palms of his hands. With two fingers, he began massaging circles into your skin, roaming all over you chest, attempting to relieve the pain coursing through you.

You could actually fall asleep while he was doing this. “Hey, while your around there, you can do my monthly breast cancer self-exam for me,” you laughed.

“As a doctor, you think I’m not doing that every time I touch you? I know every curve of your body. Intimately. I’d probably notice something before you would,” he said. He probably would, considering you were fairly oblivious - always putting everyone else’s feelings and pains above your own. His fingers began to slow their already leisurely pace. “You ready for dinner? I can make something if you want.”

“Or,” you said, wanting him to keep his hands exactly where they were, “I can call in a pizza for delivery. You can keep doing that and when the delivery guy comes, I can hide behind the couch and not put my shirt back on.”

“You wanna have a naked pizza date?” he laughed hopefully.

“Yessssss,” you drew out happily, “With more chest massages please.”

Tomorrow Morning

Why did you call him of all people? Set 893 from @alloftheprompts

Holy shit you’re drunk and you’re sad and fuck that’s not a good combination. Davis had been cheating on you for months, months! How could you have been so stupid? You raise your hand for another drink but the bartender shakes his head.
“Sorry sweetheart but you’ve been cut off.”
“I’m not that drunk!” You whine and he laughs.
“Let me call ya a ride sweetheart.”
“Okay.” You huff, “Any of my favorites can come get me.” You tell him passing him your unlocked phone. You take the glass of water from him as he talks on the phone to someone.
Ten minutes later a glowering Bucky comes into the bar. His frown only deepens when he see the guy sitting too close to you.
“No thanks.”
“Come on babe. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“No.”
“Didn’t you hear her?” Bucky growls, “She said no.” He pulls the guy off of his chair and away from you. “You. Let’s go.”
“I don’t wanna go with you. You’re mad at me.” You pout and he sighs, scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the bar. “Bucky! Put me down!” You glare at the bartender whose laughing behind the bar, “Why did you call him!?” You yell.
“You said any of your favorites sweetheart.”
“Damnit.” You grumble.
“I was on my way anyway. F.R.I.D.A.Y. told us what happened and I was worried you might do something stupid.” Bucky growls, it’s hard to concentrate on what he’s saying when you’re upside down like this.
“Can you put me down please?”
“No.”
“Bucky I’m startin’ ta feel sick.” You mumble and suddenly you’re right side up again, standing on your own two feet but leaning heavily against him.
“Better?” He asks and you nod, “Good. Now what the hell were you thinking?”
“You really suck at this.” You tell him, “He broke my heart Buck.”
“That shitbag didn’t deserve your heart in the first place.” He growls and you wrap your hands around his metal arm as you start down the street, the cooler air is helping you come back to your senses.
“That doesn’t make me feel any better but thanks.”
“If you want I can go kick his ass.”
“I don’t need you to kick his ass for me. I’m perfectly capable.”
“Maybe not right now.” He chuckles as you stumble slightly over the curb. You glare up at him and he shakes his head with a grin. “You know what, you probably could still kick his ass.”
“Damn straight I could.” The two of you stop at a stoplight and he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Mmm. I should’ve just dated you.” You hum.
“Yea. You should have.” He agrees as the walk signal turns on. You stare up at him in surprise, you’d only been joking, you’d never thought that he’d return your feelings. When you don’t move to follow him across the street he looks down at you in confusion. “You okay?”
“You like me?”
“Oh, uh, I mean, I’m, I, maybe we should save this conversation for when you’re sober.” He mutters.
“No James.” He blinks down at you at the use of his first name. “I’d never have dated that fucker if I knew you liked me.” Why are you telling him this?
“What?”
“I like you way more than I did him. Like. Holy shit more.” You should shut up now.
“You do?”
“Yep.” You pop the end of the word and he stares down at you. Those brilliant blue eyes searching your face.
“We are absolutely continuing this conversation when you’re sober.”
“I’m sober enough.”
“No sweetheart. You’re not. Don’t worry. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He notices how your eyelids are drooping and how you seem to lean on him a bit more. “I’m going to carry you the rest of the way home, then we’ll talk in the morning.” He tells you scooping you up.
“Okay.” You agree before burying your face in his neck and promptly falling asleep.

Reno - Before

Title: Reno - Before

Summary: What actually happened in Reno…

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader’s father, Bobby Singer, John Winchester, Sam Winchester,

Word Count: 3,648

Warnings: Some fluff, angst, gets a bit bloody, smut (I don’t write it all the way, just the build up)

Author’s Note: Never written anything smutty before yea. The next part will be the resolution to the miniseries. The italicized part is a flash back. The main events of this piece take place just before the series starts. Enjoy!! Let me know what you think!!

Read pt. 1 Reno here.


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Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

“Dad, come on!! I turn 18 in a week!!” You plead, following your father through the den of Bobby’s house. “I can handle myself!!” He sighs as he tosses his gun into his open bag. He turns to face you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.

“I know you can, Y/N. But I promised your mom I wouldn’t take you out until you were 18. I didn’t get to keep a lot of the promises I made her, let me keep this one,” he says.

“Way to lay on the guilt trip, Dad,” you say, rolling your eyes. He smiles widely and kisses your forehead before turning back to his bag. You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch him. “Just be careful. You don’t even know this guy.” He lets out a laugh and glances back at you.

“No, but Bobby does and if Bobby trusts him then who am I to argue?” He asks. You frown and nod again, knowing he was right. Bobby had recommended this other hunter when your dad had called him about the case suggesting the two work together. The other hunter had two sons. One was apparently a couple of years older than you and would be going on the hunt as well while the other, a couple years younger than you, would be staying with you and Bobby. The old grump of a man you considered your uncle steps into the room then and smiles over at you.

“Why don’t you go out back and work on your birthday present? Give your old man a little peace,” he suggests. You stick your tongue out at him before turning for the back door. You hear Bobby and your dad laugh and you can’t help but smile as you make your way out to Bobby’s old salvage yard.

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anonymous asked:

can I pick two 😭😭 #27 and #50 with fionn THANK YOU!!!

27: “Tell me again” + 50: “People are staring”

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Your gold gown glided against the ground as Fionn pulled you through all the people that scattered around the red carpet. You were more then happy when Fionn asked you to be his date for the award show, being his girlfriend came with lots of things- but going movie premiers and having people take your boyfriend away from you and ask for pictures was something you’d never get used to. You were shy and a as people called out for Fionn and you to pose for pictures, you found yourself not knowing where to place your free arm that wasn’t wrapped around Fionn. You smiled awkwardly making you grow a little frustrated and huff out knowing that you looked like a fish out of water as you finally decided to rest your hand against his chest.

“How are yeh doin’ love?” he asked while he smiled down at you.

“Fine” you spoke.

“Did I tell ye how gorgeous yeh look in this dress?” he squeezed you close into him making you let out a funny noise making him laugh.

Fionn licked his lips as he took both of your hands in his making you blush deeply and bat your eyes up at him as you both laughed

“I- I feel so out of place here” you admitted “I probably ruined all of your photos” you sighed looking out into the crowd of screaming people, photographers, and people being interviewed all around you.

Fionn squeezed your hands slightly making you press your lips together as he shook his head no. “No don’ say tha’ y/n s’ not true” he pressed. “If anythin’ yeh make them even better” he smiled.

“yeah?”

“Hell yea” Fionn nearly shouted making you shush laughing. “Now kiss me” he smirked as he bent his head down for you to kiss him.

“Fionn” you protested “No way!” you giggled pushing a his chest lightly.

he pressed his hands harder into your hips making you widen your eyes as he huffed out “Kiss me now love! kiss me”

you rolled you eyes and pressed your lips against his lightly making him smile into the kiss. you pulled away too soon for his liking causing him pout as you tried your best not to look at the people around you to see if they saw.

“I love you” you stated to try and make up for the fact that you teased him with a peck.

“Mmm” Fionn hummed lightly making you scoff.  He held you closer into him “Tell me again”

“Oh my God Fionn” you laughed out wiggling from his grip and took his hand and started pulling at him to walk.

“C'mon love”

“People are watching” you warned as he wrapped his arms around you from behind as photographers quickly ran over to the two of you to catch the cute moment you both were having.

you huffed and laughed as he tickled your sides while snaps were taken as you laughed loudly and gripped his arm tightly as he smiled happily.

“I love you”

Momentary Panic

A/N: An anon request for an Emily x Reader where the reader is pregnant but it’s very early on. She has to go to the hospital and Emily rushes over along with the team, and ends up blurting out their little secret.

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After months of trying, it worked.

“I’ll see you later,” Emily said, taking your mouth in a heated kiss that said so much without saying anything. Ever since you found out, she’d been bending down to your stomach. “I love you.” She whispered to what was right now, a little bean-sized thing in your tummy that would be a full-grown person in less than a year. “Be good to Mommy, okay? No making her sick.”

The morning sickness had been a bitch, but you were almost through the first trimester, so there was hope that that would wear off. “Yea,” you said, peeling your shirt up to expose a sliver of your slightly-protruding stomach. “No making me sick today, baby.”

Emily pecked a kiss on your stomach before heading toward the door. “Em, when should we tell the team? They deserve to know their fearless leader is having a baby.”

“As soon as we pass the third trimester,” she said. “Since those are the trying months for miscarriages, I would feel better waiting until that passes.”

Shaking your head, you agreed and blew her a kiss as she flew out the front door and down the stairs to her car. She was already running late.

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Emily could picture herself sitting on the couch right now, reading a book to your unborn baby even though babies’ couldn’t hear anything until 18 weeks. It was still a beautiful picture and she’d much rather imagine that then all the paperwork that was currently spread across her desk. There were stacks upon stacks, nearly burying the computer and the phone. Her picture frames had been knocked over - the little doodads courtesy of Penelope were also nowhere to be found. Yea, reading to you and the baby was a much better picture.

All of a sudden, she was knocked out of her amazing daydream by the phone. Scrambling, she pushed aside papers to find it and picked up in a huff.

“Is this Mrs. Prentiss?”

“Yes, this is she,” she replied, noting the use of Mrs. rather than Agent. “May I ask who’s calling?”

“Mrs. Prentiss, your wife, Y/N, was admitted to the hospital after falling down the stairs. She has a couple small bruises, but she’s okay.” What about the baby?

Before she could even ask, she stood up. “Tell Y/N I’ll be there as soon as possible.” The phone clunk down back onto the base loudly, the sound still reverberating as she pulled on her coat and ran out of her office door. 

“What’s wrong?” JJ asked worriedly. Emily’s face had gone completely pale. 

Without looking back, she ran toward the elevator. “Y/N fell down the stairs. She’s in the hospital.”

None of her teammates even bothered asking for permission, they just ran to her side, ready to accompany her to the hospital, and so Luke, Matt, Tara, JJ, Garcia, Rossi, and Spencer piled into the SUV, sitting in silence as Emily sped toward the woman she loved.

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“She’s gonna be okay, right?” Spencer asked. Emily had hopped out of the car after barely parking it to run inside.

Emily wasn’t even paying attention. “They said she was okay, but I need to see. I need to see her with my own eyes to know that she’s okay.”

She barreled past every slow walker in her way and approached the front desk. “My name is Emily Prentiss. My wife, Y/N Prentiss, was admitted a while ago after falling down the stairs?”

“Ah, yes,” she said with a smile, “Mrs. Prentiss. Follow me. I’ll bring you to your wife.”

The rest of the team followed closely behind as Emily ran into the room. “Baby, are you okay?”

Lifting your hand up to caress the side of her face, you nodded. You could see the worry etched within each line of her face.

Just then, a doctor made his way into the room. “Did you give her a sonogram or an ultrasound?” Emily blurted out. “She’s pregnant. Is everything okay?”

“You could’ve just asked me,” you laughed, placing your hand gently on your stomach. “I’m okay. So is the baby.”

“Oh thank god.” She fell to her knees at your side of the bed and sobbed. 

After the relief washed over JJ’s face, she became ecstatic. “You’re pregnant? Oh my god! You’re gonna be moms! I’m so happy for you. How far along are you?”

“Two and a half months,” you replied, giving everyone a hug as they made their way into the room to give their congratulations. “I slipped down the stairs, but I grabbed onto the handrail to try and keep the brunt of it off my stomach. On the way down I twisted my wrist, so i knew I needed to come in for a sprain at the very least. I didn’t hit my stomach at all, but I wanted them to check anyway. Baby’s good.”

The look of relief on Emily’s face nearly made you cry. “Mommy loves you,” she said, bending down to kiss your stomach. “So much. And you, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you laughed. “And I guess our secret’s out.”

“I’d say so,” Rossi said. 

Penelope shoved her way between everyone else to get to your bedside. “When’s the baby due? When will I have another godchild to spoil?”

“October 21,” you said simultaneously.

Emily sat on your bed, leaning over you and placing her arm around you. “Fall baby. We still don’t have names picked out, because I know that’s gonna be your next question,” she laughed. 

After a little more small talk, you started to feel tired, your eyes barely staying open anymore. The team took that as their cue to leave, and said goodbye one last time, along with another round of congratulations. “You should go home,” you said, giving her a sleepy kiss on the neck. What you wouldn’t give to be home in your own bed.

“Are you not being released tonight?”

“They said they wanted to keep me overnight just to make sure everything’s okay with the baby. Although they don’t expect any complications,” you replied.

Smiling softly, Emily leaned her head on top of yours. “Then I’m not going anywhere. Move over.” You scooted over in the bed and grabbed her hand, placing it on your stomach as you both began to fall asleep. 

“You sure?”

“Definitely,” Emily said. “All three of us can go home together in the morning.”

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Season 4 Headcannon: Late nights

Ian scrunched his eyebrows as he began waking up. He was having a nice dream when something woke him up. It took him a second before he realized what that something was: Yevgeny crying. Slowly peeling open his eyes, Ian blinked into the darkness. Looking at the clock, he sighed. 3:27. Yevy had been having trouble sleeping lately. He’d cry all night, wearing down poor Svetlana. It seemed most nights that the only person who could get him to sleep was Ian.

Ian looked over at Mickey, noticing him stir, & decided to go help before Mickey gotten woken up. Mick had a long day at work tomorrow & Ian didn’t want him to be tired. Sliding carefully out of bed, Ian grabs the first pair of boxers he can find & slips out of the room. He walks quietly to the slightly ajar door at the end of the hall & gently pushes it open. Inside stands a very pregnant Lana bouncing around with a screaming Yevy in her arms. She turns to see him & almost looks relieved.

“Orange boy. We wake you?” Svetlana asks in a tired voice

“Uh, Yea. I just thought I’d check on you.” he whispers back. “How long has he been like this?”

“Hour. Maybe two.” If Ian didn’t know better, he’d swear it sounded like Lana was about to join in on the screaming going on.

“You, um, you want me to try?” he asks carefully.

Svetlana looks at him for a moment before nodding.

“Sometime I think he like you better.” Lana says.

“Nah, we just have an understanding.” Ian says as he takes the flailing infant. “Don’t we little guy?”

Positioning Yevy on his chest, Ian begins to move side to side in windshield wiper motions. When Yev continues to cry, Ian begins to hum. Its a song his mom used to sing when she was strung out. He never can remember the words, but the tune is stuck with him.

After a few moments, Yev begins to calm. His screams quietly and his body goes limp. He rests his little balled up fists on Ian’s chest & tucks his wet face into his neck. Ian continues for a few more minutes til the sniffles stop & he’s sure Yev is asleep. When he looks at Lana, she looks in awe as she shakes her head.

“Can I take him with me? Let you get some sleep?” Ian whispers as quietly as possible.

“ You think daddy mind?” Svetlana asks.

“Nah, I think he kinda likes it.” Ian gives Lana a small smile.

“Okay. Go.” Svetlana waves him off.

Careful not to wake either boy, Ian slips back into the bed. He adjusts Yev on his chest & covers the both of them. Then suddenly there’s movement beside him.

“Ian?” Mickey’s quiet sleep filled voice asks.

“Yea?” He whispers back.

He watches as Mickey sits up to get a good look at them.

“Again?” Mickey says.

“He’d been going for an hour.”

Mickey just sighs & slides closer, plastering himself against Ian’s side. Ian watches as Mickey lifts his hand & gentle begins running his fingers along Yev’s back.

After several minutes Mickey speaks, “ you know he can sleep with us forever.”

“I know.”

Mickey snorts. “ Yea right. You’ll have him climbing in bed with us til he’s fucking 10.”

Ian hums in acknowledgement. That wouldn’t be so bad to him.

“As long as it doesn’t fuck with our sex life.” Mickey whispers.

“Nothing is fucking with that I promise.” Ian replies.

They both quietly chuckle. Mickey presses himself even closer before pressing his lips to Ian’s shoulder. And few moments later his breathe evens out to match the soft breaths of his son.

Ian lays there contently, happy to be surrounded by the boys the loves so much. Just as he is about to fall asleep, he feels Yev wiggle his nose against his throat. A few seconds later, Mickey does the same thing against he shoulder. Ian can’t help the smile on his face as he drifts off.

Quickie

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warning: Smut

So, I sometimes take like 9 billion years to actually finish stories so my bad. Don’t kill me plz. I hope you lovelies enjoy!

“So, you think you can do it?” Floyd questions glancing ahead at Flag.

“Yea, shouldn’t be too hard,” you whisper to him.

“Why does she get to do it?” Harley whines, pouting at Floyd.

“Because sleight of hand is her specialty. If I need someone’s head smashed open with a baseball bat, I’ll let you know.”

“You better,” She says, her bubbly attitude returning.

“Hey, Flag! We gotta take a break, man. That last fight left us winded,” Boomerang says, shooting you a wink.

He huffs, glancing around.

“Fine. We’ll rest up ahead. Not long,” he says, motioning towards a slightly intact building.

Before you enter, Floyd grabs your arm.

“Be careful. Not just for your sake. He might blow all of us up if you fuck up.”

“Wow, no pressure, right?” You joke, shrugging out of his grip.

You go inside and you notice Flag going up to the second level.

Perfect opportunity to have him alone.

Now or never.

You take a deep breath and head for the stairs, only to be shoved back by Katana.

Jesus Christ! Relax, princess. I just want to talk to him,”

“It’s alright, Katana,” Flag says, nodding you upstairs.

You stick your tongue out at her on the way up. You follow him into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind you.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Ooh, someone’s cranky,” you tease.

“I’m really not in the mood for this shit, so if-”

You pull him into a rough kiss, taking him by surprise.

He gently pushes you away, his hand resting on your hip.

“What…what are you doing?”

“You look stressed,” you whisper, rubbing his shoulders.

“I could help you…relieve that stress.”

He pushes you back again and you pout.

“You think I don’t know that you stare at my ass every chance you get? I’m not that stupid, honey.”

“You were stupid enough to get caught and taken to Belle Reve,” he shoots back.

“Oh, now that wasn’t very nice. Maybe you should bend me over this table to apologize.”

You trail kisses up his neck to his jaw and you hear his breath hitch.

“Come on, just a quickie.”

His eyes lock onto yours hungrily as he hoists you up and sets you down on the table. His lips crash into yours, his hand resting on the back of your neck. You nip at his bottom lip and he comes closer between your legs. You hear him groan and he pulls back.

“Oh, you have a bad side, don’t you?” You tease.

“Shut up. I shouldn’t be…”

“Who cares! No one is going to find out…Please?” You beg, batting your eyelashes.

“I just want someone to touch me…” you brush your lips against his ear.

“To feel someone inside me before they send me back to Belle Reve…please…”

He kisses you again, this time gently and runs his fingers through your hair.

“Okay…” he whispers.

This is too fucking easy.

Like taking candy from a baby.

But…maybe you do feel a little bad about doing this. Just a little bit.

He’s vulnerable and you’re practically taking advantage of him…oh, who are you kidding? He wouldn’t have said yes if he didn’t want you. Come on, you can do this. It’s not like you aren’t attracted to him. He’s hot, and being a man of authority makes him even hotter.

His lips attack your neck in an instant, your fingers running through his hair.

He sucks roughly on your exposed neck, leaving love bites down to your chest. He slowly unbuttons your shirt, guiding his cold fingers against your skin.

You bite your lip and glance towards the device on his arm. A little more complicated than snatching a watch off someone’s wrist, but you can adapt.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the cold air hits your bare chest. Your shirt and bra now on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters against your skin, wrapping his mouth around your sensitive nipple.

He pinches the other and you moan, arching into his touch.

You slide your hand down his bicep towards the device, your fingers almost wrapping around the release. But he quickly flips you around, bending you over the table.

He yanks your pants down quickly and positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

He starts out gentle, his touch burning your skin.

You haven’t felt someone in so long. His pace starts to quicken and his nails dig into your hips.

You moan loudly before his hand covers your mouth.

“They’re gonna hear you…” he rasps, slowly pulling his hand away.

You grip onto the table tightly, stifling your moans as best as you can.

His hand tangles through your hair softly, his thrusts now hard and slow. His cock feels amazing inside of you, hitting all the right spots to drive you wild.

“Y/N…” he moans quietly.

“Fuck,” you squeak, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

The table creaks as his hips snap hard into yours, echoing around the room.

He reaches around and rubs your clit, burying his face in your hair.

You cry out as your body shakes from your intense orgasm and not long after, he shoots his cum inside you.

You’re barely able to catch your breath before Rick comes to his senses, pulling out of you and hastily zipping his pants up.

You slowly put your clothes back on, dread setting in your stomach.

You fucked him but you couldn’t get the device. You’re sure the others will be pissed.

“We should uh…”

“Hit me,” you command.

“W-what?”

You huff, standing by the door.

“They’re gonna know something is up. Better they think we were fighting rather than fucking.”

He gives you a silent nod and moves past you to open the door but you grab his arm.

“Thank you,” you whisper with a small smile.

“My pleasure,” he says with a smirk.

You walk out of the room towards the steps.

“Too bad you couldn’t get the device though, right?”

Fuck… You turn around.

But a hard punch to your jaw sends you tumbling down the stairs, your back slamming into the floor. Rick slowly descends the stairs with a scowl.

“Next time one of you pulls shit like that again,” he points to the device, “you’re getting blown up. Understand?”

He storms outside without another word, Katana following closely behind.

“You alright?” Harley questions pulling you to your feet.

“Eh, I’ll live. But that…that was a shit plan,” you say, glaring at Floyd.

“It was worth a shot. At least you got to rough him up a bit,”

You scoff. “He did most of the ‘roughing up’ actually.”

Oh boy, he did.

Handsome as hell

You merrily walk into your Dads office, falling into his jolly leather chairs as he raises his eyes to look at you, “well, well, well, my long lost daughter finally came to visit.” He chimes blissfully, shutting his laptop lid to give you his full attention. “Well, yes she did.” You nod with a small stifled laugh, “would it kill ya to train your new receptionist that I’m your daughter?” You request, still inconvenienced that the receptionist gave you such a hard time for being in the building and requesting to see your own father. “Ah, shit. I knew I forgot to tell her something. Noted.” Your dad chuckles, leaning back on his chair in a relaxed manner. “So what brings you here m’ darlin’?” He examines ever so graciously. You give him a shrug, “just wanted to stop by and say hi since I’m your favourite child.” You playfully smile with a sneering smile, watching your dad roll his eyes as if in queue. “You’re not my favourite, I don’t play favourites.” He shakes his head disapprovingly,
“Uh-huh. Mum does.” You enlighten him, watching as he goes to speak but stops. He knows all too well that your Mother plays favourites. “Okay, I can’t deny that.” He nods, “but we love you all just as much.” He adds, making sure to sound like he’s the mediator between everyone. “Yeah, but me the most.” You encourage,
“Whatever, what you need my least favourite child?” He questions, “and please, do not ask to take over the record label for a day, I can’t allow that.” He continues, remembering the one time you spent an hour trying to convince him to allow you to take over for a day. Just a day. Of course, he courteously declined your proposal. “I need ideas on Mums birthday, she’s hard to shop for.” You sigh, hoping your dad can give you the inside scoop to what it is she is really wanting for her birthday. “Sorry kiddo, she hasn’t even given me any hints yet.” He shakes his head, unable to help. “Your client is here for you now.” Your Dad’s receptionist interrupts, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods before looking towards you.
“Have I mentioned I really don’t like her?” You satirically smile, watching as your Dad sighs and stands up from behind his desk. “Be nice, how about we meet for dinner tonight?” He advances, guiding you out of his office,
“Sounds great.” You nod, your eyes meeting a tall, not bad-looking at all man standing by the receptionist. The all so famous Harry that your Father has managed to keep hidden from you all this time. “Hm, I might just hang around, actually.” You chuckle, unable to take your eyes of how handsome he truly is in person. “No, uh-ah, I see you gawking, I forbid this.” Your Dad shakes his head, you both growing quiet as Harry walks closer, a very intriguing smile on his face. “Welcome Harry, glad to see you again.” Your Dad announces and you courteously crack a smile, “Y/N.” you hold your hand out,
“Harry.” He shakes your hand. Handsome as hell- the only thoughts in your mind. “Yes, this is my daughter who was just leaving.” Your Dad gently nudges you, hinting for you to leave and not partake in the charming looks of Harry Styles. But, he’s just so damn tempting. “That’s a shame.” Harry comments, causing you to blush slightly. “Dad, are you sure you’re not ready to train me? Let me take over the reins?” You smile innocently, watching as your father narrows his eyes down at you before raising a brow. “Dinner at six, meet me here.” He instructs, civilly shooting down your offer to take the reins for the moment just to try get to know the Mr.Harry Styles a little better. “Fine, nice to meet you, Harry.” You carefully nod, pulling your eyes from the Green orbs that are so damn addicting to gaze into. “Yea, you too.” Harry confirms with a nod, watching as you leave.

***

You step into your Dads office right at six, stunned when you see Harry still sitting in the leather seat. “I told you he has a client.” The receptionist mutters and you roll your eyes just as your Father looks up at you,
“Sorry sweetheart, I have to cancel dinner, your sister called and needs me to watch the kids.” Your Dad announces, “Harry, do you think we can pick this up tomorrow, say three?” Your Dad turns towards Harry and he nods, standing to his feet forthwith. “I had reservations.” You breathe a sigh, a little disappointed, but when your niece and nephew need baby sitting there’s nothing you can do but to suck it up.
“I know, we can reschedule, I promise.” Your Dad wears a smile as he packs up his brief case and you walk out, bypassing the receptionist and her persistently disturbing grin. “Have a nice night.” She wears a smile and you force yourself to smile and be courteous, “you too.” You nod, continuing to walk towards the elevators. “Y/N, right?” The all so familiar crisp voice announces as Harry makes his way closer to you. “Yes.” You respond, awaiting the elevators arrival.
“Do you.. are you free?” He stutters and you behold up at him,
“Uhm, yea.” You nod yes,
“Of course you are, your Dad just- never mind. Do you want to go out to eat?” He with proper manners, yet nervously questions, “I mean, there’s a reservation and I’d hate for it to go to waste.” He smiles, “sure, yeah.” You consent, stepping into the elevator, “well, the reservation is in ten. That good?” You request just as the doors are held back by a hand,
“Thanks for holding the elevator.” Your Dad caustically announces,
“Sorry.” You smile, silence washing over all three of you as the elevator rides to the bottom level. You step out and your Dad looks at you, “Sorry about dinner Kiddo.” He sighs, giving you a small hug before standing back to look at you,
“It’s okay, Harry is making up for it.” You respond, taking note of your Dads facial expression, his eyes staring at you for a moment, clearly not too thrilled with the arrangement. “You know the rule.” Your Dad murmurs with a stern tone,
“Yes, be home by midnight and don’t wake anyone up, got it.” You smile with satisfaction, irking your Dads nerves on purpose,
“Not the rule, you live in your own apartment, but okay smartbutt. I’ll talk to you later.” He gives you a soft smile before walking out of the building. You look at Harry and gesture for him to walk out with you. “Rule huh?” He questions withs curiosity, already striking you as an inquisitive person.
“It’s a joke.” You act with deceitfulness, not wanting to tell him that your Father tries to forbid you to have any kind of personal relationships with his clients, this includes befriending any of them, whether male or female. Apparently he doesn’t want you to form any kind of attachment or friendship to them since it’s a business deal and if things go wrong things get messy. You on the other hand don’t think that absolutely everything revolves around business. “So, where is this place?” Harry interrogates as you both step outside, you look up at him before pointing across the road,
“It’s excessively far, do you think you’ll make it?” You composedly chuckle at your own joke in an attempt to calm your nerves. Handsome as hell, handsome as hell. “I think I can make it.” He adorably smiles back as you both step off the sidewalk and cautiously cross the road. Harry grabs the doors and pulls it open allowing you to step in first. True gentlemen. “Reservation for two.” You smile before promptly giving the hostess your last name. She looks up at Harry and smiles sweetly before scrambling for two menus, “right this way.” She announces, hurriedly escorting the two of you two a table, “will this do?” She asks, awaiting approval, you focus on Harry and he nods before she places the menus down and Harry pulls out your chair, “well, aren’t you quite the gentlemen.” You announce with a grin, taking a seat as he modestly nods before taking his own. “Your Dad, he didn’t want me coming did he?” Harry questions,
“Let’s not talk about him. He just likes to keep business separate that’s all.” You respond, “so, tell me about yourself.” You instruct, your eyes scanning the menu even though they wish to be scanning Harry, God how he’s so damn fine and greatly gentlemen like. He begins to tell you a little about himself, giving you the private insight of Harry styles. “You’re different to what the magazines say.” You half-wittedly comment, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like-” you begin, automatically feeling like a complete blithering idiot for making a reference, “it’s fine.” He cuts you off, “really, don’t stress.” He continues with a tender smile that settles you a little. “Yes, I’m different. My favourite colour isn’t orange, I don’t like cats, I’m actually allergic to them, and I hate wearing tight black jeans.” He comments, disagreeing with the social aspect that’s placed on him that is clearly incorrect. “Hmm interesting, do you like puppies?” You randomly ask, unsure of which direction to lead the conversation,
“Yes, tell me about yourself. I can’t exactly read magazine articles about you.” He smiles charmingly as you get pulled into his green eyes. You think for a moment, completely blank as what to tell him. Your life is nothing compared to his, you don’t sing or write music, you don’t have people following you, your life isn’t as hectic and publicly accessible like his. “Uhm… I don’t know..” you trail off, saved as a waiter swings past the table and offers to take your order.

After a dinner full of laughs, charm, flirtatiousness, and a few cheeky grins, you and Harry find yourselves standing outside and walking along the sidewalk. “Oh my, so one time we actually had someone hide in a bin just to try see us.” Harry announces as you continue to laugh at the stories he has to share, both good and bad of course. “Oh man, that just sounds horrible.” You gasp; unsure of how someone could possibly sit in trash just to meet people. “Mhm, once someone actually stole my underwear.” He sighs, “that was a very bad night.” He adds, only making you giggle even more,
“I’m glad you’re amused by my horror stories,” Harry grins, gently guiding you along the footpath as you have to share it with couples walking the opposite direction as you. “They’re very amusing.” You accede, quietly mesmerised by his hand gently pressed in the small of your back. You’re both interrupted by phone sounding and you quickly check to see the caller ID. “It’s Dad, one second.” You somewhat apologise to Harry before answering the phone.

“Hey Dad.”

“Hey, is it going well? Do I need to come get you? Do I need to pretend there’s an emergency and you need to come home?”

“No, Dad it’s good. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Is he being nice? Did he hold the door? Did he pay?”

“Yes, and yes. Now goodbye”


You chuckle as you hang up the phone, entertained by your Dads protectiveness, “sorry ‘bout that. So where were we?” You question as you both reach the end of the street, “you said you’d kiss me.” He announces, taking you by surprise,
“I said that?” You innocently ask, trying to contain the smirk that’s intensely trying to make its way across your face.
“Yes, right before your phone rang.” He gives you a small smile,
“Well, I can’t not live up to my word, can I?” You smile back, taking the moment to look back into his eyes, once again being completely drawn in by their captivated charm. Damn. “No, you can’t.” He shakes his head, leisurely leaning down and kissing you lightly and gently. He pulls away with a smile, his eyes glistening like the street lights. “Gentlemen and a good kisser, what a charm.” You smirk, forcing yourself to pull away from his eyes before you attack him with another kiss.
“Gorgeous, intelligent, and a good kisser, guess I’m lucky.” He smiles, “I better get you back to your car before your Dad kills me for keeping you out this late.” Harry announces, and you raise a brow, “I’m joking, but I do need to get you to your car safely, it’s getting late and I have a meeting at six in the morning.” He informs you and you nod,
“Yea, it’s past my bed time,” you joke, allowing him to walk you back to your car.
“So, dinner. Next week?” You nervously ask, unsure of whether an official date is on the table. “How about breakfasts tomorrow?” He offers, taking you by complete surprise. That’s very quick.
“At six in the morning?” Your eyes grow wide, tomorrow is your only day off and waking to at and ungodly hour is not high up on your list of things to accomplish. “At eleven. I know a nice place around the corner, you’d like it.” He informs you, still taking you by surprise that he’s taking the initiative to meet up again so soon. “Tomorrow at eleven.” You nod, unlocking your car. “Thank you for walking me back.” You smile,
“No problem, can I kiss you goodbye?” He promptly asks, being yet again a gentlemen. Asking for a kiss? Definitely a gentlemen in your books. You nod yes, giving him the go ahead before he leans down and presses his lips to yours, delicately kissing you before pulling away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles,
“See you then.” You gladly agree before getting in your car, watching as he walks away in your mirror.