Han Solo’d (Richard Speight JR x Reader)

Richard x Reader

Rob is throwing a house party and things get pretty tense and awkward between you and one Richard Speight as Rob tries to get you together.

Word Count: 2,555

Warnings: None really, just super fluffy in parts. Lots of Alcohol consumption, minor smut.

Rob had decided to throw a little party at his place. He had a large house, big enough for a big get together of friends and more. Copious bottles of alcohol had been bought and most of all drank.

You had been invited as a close friend of Rob’s, but whenever Rob invited you places he also invited Richard. Which would then follow with you being too nervous and flustered around him to talk or even look him in the eye for a second. He probably thought you hated him and you’d feel guilty if it weren’t for you looking after yourself. You’d had crushes on too many guys and been turned down too many times. You didn’t want your heart broken again. What puzzled you about Richard however, was that he always made the effort to talk to you. He’d follow you sometimes, sit next to you when all of his other friends were in a different part of the room. Did he know you liked him or something? Was this his way of winding you up? Or did he really want to be your friend? Maybe he liked you back. You stopped yourself from thinking about that as soon as the thought popped into your head.

You were sat with Rob on one of the sofas in his wide spacious living room. Music was blasting in the back and people were all talking, laughing and enjoying themselves. Rich was sat opposite you on an arm chair, a beer in hand and three empty beer bottles at his feet. You were on your third vodka and lemonade. The three of you chatted as usual, but you didn’t add much to the conversation. Rob told you stories and funny anecdotes that he and Richard had gotten up to in the past. You laughed harder each time he shared a new one and Richard smiled at you when you did. Once you’d finished your third drink you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, leaving Rob and Rich behind.

“Dude, she likes you.” Rob told Richard. Rich gave him a scowl and a half in response.

“She doesn’t like me, how many times? She flirts with everybody but me.” He explained, his lips finding his bottle to glug some more beer down.  Rob chuckled and shook his head.

“What am I going to do with you two? You’re both into each other but won’t admit it, neither of you will tell the other and neither of you can stare at the other for longer than a second without getting shy!” He laughed out loud.

“She doesn’t like me!” Richard argued back.

“Who doesn’t like you?” You sat back down on the sofa next to Rob, weaving your way back into the conversation you had missed when you left to the bathroom.

“Well-” Rob began to speak but Richard cut him off instantly.

“Nobody important.” He answered, finishing the rest of his drink. “I need another beer.” Rich stood up and tiptoed his way around the coffee table between you.

“Get me another one.” Rob ordered.

“And me please, Richard.”

“Sure.” That was all he said, he was annoyed at the conversation Rob had brought up.

“So…..Y/N. You ever gonna ask him out?” Rob turned to you, angling himself so his body was facing you too.

“Sorry, who?” You asked, pretending you didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but you knew full well.

“You know full well that I mean Richard.” Rob said sternly, giving you a ‘dad’ look.

“Not gonna happen, Rob. Sorry.” You crossed your legs and changed the subject.

Richard returned, handing you your fourth drink without looking at you and handing rob his beer. You thanked him quietly and continued to talk to the boys for another hour or two. People slowly started to leave, as it was getting pretty late. The three of you decided to do a few tequila shots mid-drinking session, which proved bad for you as you consistently got more and more drunk. Rob had swapped to water by now, knowing he’d need a straight head if he was going to clean up after everybody once they’d left. You were on your sixth vodka and lemonade, the room was buzzing around you and your voice began to get louder every time you spoke.

“I think I’d better stop drinking now.” Richard said, looking at how many empty beer bottles were by his feet.

“What are you, 15? Can’t you hold your liquor?” You asked, making fun of him. This only enticed him to drink more as he was angry at you for not liking him back, though you were blissfully unaware of that fact.

Richard had had two extra beers in the time between you mocking him and everybody leaving. It was just the three of you left at Robs now, and the two of you decided to help Rob tidy up his house despite how completely obliterated you both were. Rich went around the house with a bin bag, collecting all of the empty bottles and cans. Rob went around collecting all of the empty glasses, cups and plates. You decided to clean the kitchen. You had wiped down all of the surfaces, cleared and polished his table and now you were doing the washing up. The dishwasher was filled to the brim, so you couldn’t fit it all in there. But you were far too awake right now to just sit there and do nothing.

Richard had drank two coffees as he had cleaned around the house with Rob and was now beginning to sober up slightly, at least more than you that is. You had filled the kitchen counter tops with all of the glasses that needed to be dried and put away back into the cupboards but you were still washing things. Richard walked in empty handed and made his way past you. You watched him from behind, damn that man had a nice back. He bent down to grab a can of soda from the bottom of Rob’s fridge and for some reason you had a surge of confidence. You brought the tea-towel up into the air and whipped it back towards Richard’s backside, making a slapping sound as it smacked him on the ass. A loud, high-pitched grunt came from his mouth as he stood up quick and turned around in shock. You never flirted with him, so this made him even more nervous with you. His face was brighter than the petals of a red rose and his eyes were wide.

There was an awkward moment of silence that you broke by giggling quietly.

“What the fuck was that for?” Richard asked, both alarmed and a bit pissed off.

“Well if you’re gonna stick that perky thing out at me, you can’t expect me to not spank you!” You laughed, explaining why you slapped him. You continued to finish the washing up as he stood there embarrassed. After a few quiet moments Rob came in.

“Y/N….you’ve been amazing helping me tonight but it’s almost two in the morning. You guys wanna sleep here tonight?” He offered, a bin bag in both hands. You nodded and Richard told him sure.

“Alrighty, you know where the guest rooms are. You can finish up now I’ll carry on with the glasses in the morning, sweetie.” Rob continued to talk, walking over to you and planting a sweet kiss on your cheek as a thank you. Richards jaw clenched as he watched you flirting with Rob a little. Even if he’d never tell you, he saw you as his. And if any other guy laid a finger on you he got incredibly jealous. You said good night to the pair and went up stairs to your room.

“Dude, you know how much I like her….do you have to flirt with her?”

“I wasn’t flirting, we’re friends and we were being nice. If you like her so much why don’t you ask her out?” Rob retorted.

“I’m going to bed…” Rich sighed and walked past his best friend, making his way upstairs to his own bedroom. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth first, being last in line after you and Rob had spent five minutes each in there.

He switched off the light in the bathroom, assuming that you and Rob would be asleep by now. The bedroom door creaked slightly as he opened it and slid in, then closing it behind him. He slipped into bed and put his phone on charge before turning onto his side and closing his eyes. As he began to drift off into sleep, the door began to creak again. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to see why the door was making a noise, only to clap eyes on yours.

“Hey…” You whispered, closing the door and walking over to the bed slowly.

“What are you doing, it’s late go to sleep.” Richard groaned, slamming his head back down on the pillow and waiting for you to leave. He didn’t anticipate you to pull the covers up and under them though. He began to fuss about, stuttering over his words.

“Y/N, What are you doing? What are you doing?!” He whisper-shouted. You stayed under the covers, making your way over to his bottoms, pulling them down as soon as you could dig your nails into them.

“Woah…..Y/N……no……stop it…….we’re in Rob’s house… can’t just- oh…….fuck! This is a bad idea!” Richards complaints eventually started to stop and turn into moans of pleasure as you worked to please him. He was in for a long night.

You woke in Richard’s bed, your clothes had been disregarded in the early hours of the morning. You groaned, then yawned, then groaned some more as you realised how big a hangover you had. You sat up, pulling on your bra and top and began to wonder where Richard was.

Downstairs Richard and Rob sat with coffee in the kitchen. Richard refused to look at his best friend for a while.

“What’s up with you? You look like death warmed up.” Rob said, breaking the ice.

“Nothing.” Richard said, not bothering to look at him.

“Seriously, buddy. What happened? You can tell me anything.” Richard gave a nervous giggle.

“Nothing happened.” He was being stubborn again. Rob opened his mouth to argue some more, closing it when you stumbled into the kitchen. Richard had his back to you and you walked behind him, leaning down and reaching your arms around his chest. His entire body tensed up and his eyes widened as he gave Rob an alarmed look.

“Morning, handsome. How’s your neck?” You asked, smirking down at the man. Richard furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what you meant. You pulled the collar of his shirt down slightly to reveal not one, not two, but three rather big and angry love bites. Rob instantly began to cackle like a madman.

“Wow! I mean I knew it would happen eventually but I think I’d have liked it if you hadn’t fornicated under my roof.”

“Dude!” Richard scowled at him, but all Rob could do was chuckle to himself and you joined him. You stood up and left Richard alone, going to make yourself some coffee. Rob leaned over the table and began to whisper to Richard.

“Make. A. Move.” He demanded. Richard stared at him nervously. “Or I’ll ask her out for you and it’ll be way more embarrassing.”

“Fine.” Richard whispered back, rather bitterly. He turned around and watched you for a while before he rose from the table quietly and made his way over to you.

“Y/N…….uh…….um..” He began to nervously scratch the back of his neck, struggling to face you.

“What is it, Rich?” You asked him, giving him full attention for the first time in your life.

“I… um….was wondering if you……wanted to maybe…” He sighed. “Okay I’m really bad at this.” He stated, wincing slightly at how embarrassed he was. You could see his chest heaving up and down quickly. You could hear his breath struggling. Did you really have this effect on him? Could he really like you? I mean yes you had just had sex a few hours ago, but you assumed that was because of the alcohol on his side and nothing else. Could you be wrong?

“Fuck this.” Richard shouted. Before you could ask what he meant, he launched himself forward and the two of you crashed into the wall of the kitchen as his lips crashed into yours in an intense and needy kiss. Everything faded away from your world as he kissed you, but it all came tumbling back when he pulled away.

“God…..I love you…..” Richard almost whined his words, pressing his forehead against yours and clenching his eyes shut.

“I…….I know.” You said. He opened his eyes and looked into yours, beginning to scowl again.

“Why are you giving me that look? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, your nerves growing in your belly.

Your attention was brought to Rob sat at the table with his coffee. He was howling with laughter but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Dude, you just got Han Solo’d!” He shouted at Richard, who in return gave him the grumpiest of looks. You began to giggle in realization of what you said. Richard rolled his eyes.

“What I meant to say was….I love you too.”

And with that, Richard gave you the sweetest and most innocent of smiles you had ever seen.

Like a Damsel in Distress (Gabriel x Reader)

Character: Gabriel
Warnings: Some cursing, sickness maybe?
Words: 2431 (*sweats nervously*)
Request: The reader comes across Gabriel sick in bed and takes care of him.
Note: Hola, Twicksters, and sorry for the massive delay! This request was sent to me a whole month ago and I’m so so so so sorry for being so late! School is a hell and leaves me no time to write. But! I apparently made it, so, well, hope you like it! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
As usual, English is not my mother tongue, so I’m sorry for any eventual mistake uwu Enjoy!

The room was smelling like roses and honey and a pleasant warmth had started to spread in the air. You let the robe fall from your shoulders down to the floor and slowly slipped the tip of your toe into the water, testing its temperature. «Perfect», you whispered as you laid yourself into the tub.
The whole week had been a mess, a particular dangerous vampire hunt stealing your very time, and, forced to sleep two hours a night and to eat only what little of food you had in your fridge, you’d almost gotten yourself killed because of the stress and tiredness you’d endured during the past days. Now, covered in bruises, aching for a sprankled ankle, but at least certainly alive, you’d decided to allow yourself to take a couple of days of break before heading toward your next hunt, and nothing would have sounded better than a hot and placid bubble bath. You laid your head against the edge of the tub, closing your eyes, and you let yourself slip into a pleasant half-sleep, your worries instantly melting into the relief of the bath. The moment, though, was roughly interrupted by the buzzing of your phone, laid on the washing machine beside you, making you wince in surprise and open your eyes at once. «Oh, really?», you groaned, quickly bending your knees in an attempt to raise. Your nuisance for being interrupted, though, was instantly cut off and replaced by the unpredicted pain your swift movement had caused. «Shitfuckmerdeporca–», you cursed, a countless number of profanities in even more languages you thought you knew slipping from your lips while you tried to reach for the phone withour moving your ankle. Finally, after performances of stretching an olympic athlet would have surely envied you, you managed to get to the device, and you instantly replied without bothering to look at the caller ID. I don’t care who dared to interrupt me – I will personally kill him or her anyway. «Hello?», you muttered, biting on your lip to prevent any howl of pain from slipping from your mouth.
«I’m dying», someone wailed into the phone. «I’m dying!».
Woah, there– not so litteral. «Gabriel?».
The archangel let out a muffled whine, his voice so filled with pain your heart started to race like a hummingbird’s. «(Y/N)», he barely managed to blur out through his moans, «you have– y-you have to come here. I’m, I’m dying».
«Gabriel?», you repeated, trying to get out of the tube without bumping your ankle and miserably failing. «What the hell’s happening?».

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I’m Not Kissing You - Chapter 5

Richard Speight jr x reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Flirting, More Angst because I’m Satan, Steamy Make-Out Session, Almost Smut.

You and your best friend are taking a holiday for a few months in america. Your friend has invited you along to a big house in the countryside where some of their friends are staying. It’s July the 6th, known as kissing day and Richard and Rob have made a bet to kiss every girl they can.

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