Summary: You and Cas go for a night swim, and are both very pleased to see that there’s a hot tub.
Request: How about some smut where Reader is in a hot tub or pool with Cas and he’s all flustered because she’s wearing a bikini. And it just leads to some really fluffy smut -Requested by Anon
A/N: I went a little wild for this one! I hope you all like it! <3
Pairing: Human!Cas x Reader
Warnings: smut (kinda public, outside hot tub/pool area), language, enough fluff to kill.
Word Count: 3.2k (Sorry not sorry)
If there was anything worse than having to sleep next to a sweaty Winchester in a shitty motel room with a broken window air conditioning unit, you hadn’t discovered it yet. You’d much rather be in hell. Literally.
You were wide awake at two o’clock in the morning while laying on the edge of the bed, because Dean’s a bed hog, Sam was way too large to even try and share a bed with, and a newly humanized angel was sleeping on the couch.
Now you weren’t by any means saying that you were mad at Cas, but..if he still had his grace you would have a place to sleep right now. Dean was..cuddly in his sleep, and it was just flat out way too hot for his arm to be draped over your stomach right now.
A/N: I have returned! And y’all thought I wasn’t gonna write anymore. Well, school is almost done, and I have many ideas reeling in my head. Also…istg this started out as fluff, but I figured I’d take a crack at smut, so I’m really nervous how this turned out. I’d like to add that also kinda has a soundtrack (I was inspired by many songs, so if you want to know them, let me know)
Genre: smut? (idek if it’s that good though)
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 2294
Bzzzt. I turned my head towards my bedside table, where the origin of the buzz came from, confused as to who would text me at this time. Granted it is 11 am, but it’s a Wednesday. Most of my friends should be working at this time..or sleeping, considering it was summer break. I reached for my phone, picked it up, and saw that it was Yoongi.
“Well well well…what a surprise” I noted sarcastically. I unlocked my phone to read his message.
Yoongi: Bring your earphones and iPod.
Yoongi: I’m outside, hurry up.
What the hell? Surely he isn’t outside.
I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not, so I decided to get up out of my bed and walk towards my bedroom window. The moment I moved my curtain to the side and peeked out, there he was. Standing on my front lawn, his back to my window.
“Are you serious?” I scoffed. I stood in disbelief not knowing what to do, until he turned around, looked up, and gave me a smug smile. He raised his wrist and tapped it, signaling for me to get a move on. “Shit…I gotta get ready.” I rushed all around my room in my pajama shorts and tank top, figuring out what to wear. I ran to my drawer to grab a random pair of underwear and bra, not caring if they matched, and hurriedly changed into them.
Bzzt. My bedside table vibrated again. I ran over to check my phone.
Yoongi: Love the pair..
Yoongi: Purple and white lace for the top, pink polka dots for the bottom. ;)
I looked down and realized he perfectly described my bra and underwear, and typed angrily into my phone
You: WHAT THE FUCK YOONGI!
Yoongi:Hey…you left your curtain wide open for your neighborhood to see. I’m just enjoying the show. Besides, it’s not like that’s the first time I’ve seen that bra and underwear.
I shot my head up and saw that I did leave the curtain open, all because Yoongi decided to show up without a notice. I ran to the window, and yanked the curtains closed.
Curious as to see how hot it was outside, I checked the weather on my phone.
“Great, 100 degrees. Shorts it is then.” I murmured.
I grabbed my favorite pair of shorts, and ran around my room looking for a shirt when I spotted a white oversized tee. “I shouldn’t be too hot wearing this” I said holding the shirt up in the air. I ran to my closet and grabbed the first pair of shoes I saw, scrambled for socks, grabbed my phone and rushed to the restroom to put on my make up.
Bzzt bzzt. I felt the phone vibrate in my hand.
Yoongi: Aww..what a shame, I was really enjoying the show.
Yoongi: Also, time is money.
“Oh shut the fuck up” I hissed.
I put on my makeup, and bolted down my stairs. I ran around the living room, looking for my iPod, earphones, and charger. Once I spotted them on the coffee table, I grabbed them and made my way to the front door. A blast of hot air welcomed me to the outside world.
“What the hell Yoong!” I walked towards him. “It’s Wednesday morning! Why?”
He looked at me unbothered, “What were you doing?”
What was I doing? Why does that matter? Why did he have to drag me out of bed? “Nothing, bu-”
“Exactly.” he interrupted. “You were free, so why not?”
“You could have texted.” I eyed him down, hoping he would see my point.
And like the savage he was, Yoongi started roasting me on how I waste my time in bed, have no life, don’t go out.. “Either way, you still would’ve been doing nothing”
I rolled my eyes. “ANYWAYS…why do I need all this?” I gestured to my iPod and earphones. Yoongi shooked his head. “Rule #1: No talking. Not even a sound, a peep..nothing.” I looked at him mysteriously. No talking? What does he have in mind? What are we going to do? Yoongi took my iPod out of my hands, pulled out an earphone splitter from his pocket and plugged the splitter into my iPod, and his and my earphones into the splitter.
“Rule #2: No choosing songs from the playlist. Let them all shuffle.” he added.
“Rule #3: Just go with it. And rule #4: If any of these are violated, unless needed, there will be consequences. Think of this as a friendly competition. A tally will be kept as to who broke the most rules.”
I looked at Yoongi questioningly “What kind of consequences?”
“The usual.” He smirked and began walking.
The usual typically meant that one person has to do what the other wants for the rest of the day. While some days we don’t go too far, there are days where one is just screaming for the other to stop…or actually, to keep going.
I’ve had this iPod since I was 12. This means Yoongi is going to hear just about everything from then until now. And what can I say, there have been many phases: My kiddy pop phase, my indie phase, oh god…my emo phase. At least the majority of the music is danceable. The moment Yoongi taps the shuffle button, my heart drops.
Wait a minute! Oh shit! I haven’t heard this song in forever. The upbeat electronic feel, this totally came out when I was 13. My heartbeat begins to pick up with the energy and we start walking towards an unknown destination. As the song is playing, I’m really enjoying myself. Popping my shoulders, making flowing movements as we walk. I notice that even Yoongi is hooked on the beat a little. I wouldn’t blame him, this song is just so good.
I continue dancing down the streets and not caring about the looks I’m receiving from other pedestrians. Yoongi however, doesn’t seem to be bothered about my head rolls, arm movements, or even small body rolls.
As we continue walking, one of my favorite uplifting, optimistic song comes on. While it’s not an energetic pop song as the last one, nor does it have heavy electronic uses in it, this song is more acoustic and authentic in sound. No matter what mood I’m in, whenever I listen to this song I’m instantly happy.
“OH, ANNA SUN, O ANNA SUN” I yelled. The immense happiness I feel hearing this song makes me feel like a young kid again. And while Yoongi isn’t really feeling the song, I think he’s too busy watching me enjoy the song. Trying to hide a smile, but ultimately breaks when I get close in his face and “WE GOT NO MONEY BUT WE GOT HEA AH AH ART!” I sang out of tune and moved my head left to right to left in sync.
“You’ve just broken a rule” Yoongi cocked his eyebrow, and smirked.
“WAIT! You said talking! NOT SINGING!” I refuse to be ordered around by Yoongi. The last time it happened…well, let’s just say I was left unsatisfied 3 times. There is no way in hell that that’s happening again.
Yoongi kept quiet at my protests, and raised his index finger to indicate the first rule, then puts it to his lips. Essentially telling me, to shut up.
By the time the song ends, we reach a bus stop. Why the bus stop, I thought. I mean…he knows how to drive. Until it occurred to me that every Wednesdays, the bus fare is reduced to ten cents. These are days that people typically ditch their cars and take public transportation. We waited no longer than 5 minutes for the bus to arrive. And boy was it packed. When we walked in, Yoongi and I squeezed between the crowd in the bus and settled between two parallel stainless steel bars that were there for support.
Yoongi decided to stand behind me. His arms coming around me to hold onto the bars in front of him, while I held onto the same ones as him. Our hands inches away from each other. It wasn’t until then that I realized the feel of the song that was playing. It was slow, sensual, and heavy. While it did have a feel of weightlessness to it.
I couldn’t breathe. The number of people in the bus…well, it was shocking how we could all fit. One small hand movement and you’d basically be groping someone. Perhaps that’s why Yoongi stood behind me. But still…my back to his front. The proximity between us: tight. The atmosphere: electric. I don’t know if it’s because Yoongi is standing so close to me, or that the two of us are hidden in plain sight that I start to feel daring. I smiled a wicked smile when an idea came to mind; Time to have some fun.
By the next song, just like its predecessor, it was slow, sensual, and heavy. But, instead of weightlessness, this song had a bounce to it. A bounce that I know I could dance to just by moving my lower body, and hips. I took this opportunity to finally tease Yoongi. I slowly backed into him and stuck my ass out for him to feel.
I started slow. Moving my hips from left to right to left, then a smooth and quick roll upwards. I followed the beat, having it instruct me on what to do. Hips swaying, sharply moving back and forth. Out of nowhere, I began moving my hips in a circular motion, making sure that every time I moved, my ass would grind on him. Side to side, left to right, back and forth, up and down. Slow, but steady.
I can feel his breathing hitch a little, especially when I would work my way up. As I backed my ass up into him, I could feel him getting hard. It didn’t help him that I was wearing my shortest shorts either because every time I stuck my ass out even more it felt like he was fucking me in the ass.
By the end of the song, he was more than turned on. I knew that if I continued, there would be no chance in hell that he would last. While other passengers were completely oblivious to what I was doing, Yoongi obviously wasn’t. I could feel him breathing behind me, on me. The soft hot air coming out of his plump lips. The very lips he uses to kiss me. Kiss my neck, my nipples…
His breathing was short and ragged. Yoongi was desperately trying to hide the fact that he was so turned on.
If we weren’t in public, at this time, Yoongi would have already gotten all my clothes off and have me then. Fucking me, hard and fast. He would nip at my neck as he was doing so. Kissing that sweet spot, undoing the tight knot that was starting to build within me. The feel of him kissing me is so realistic. His tongue putting light pressure, while also swirling around. Sucking at my skin that was starting to become sensitive. Lost in the music and my own thoughts, I didn’t realize that Yoongi nipping at my neck until I shot my eyes open and remembered where we were.
Yoongi knew that if he were to continue, I would moan at any moment. “Rule #1: No talking, not even a sound.” Nope. Not again. I will not break this rule. I will not. Two can play this game. Time to up the ante. I decided to slow down even more that what I was originally moving to. Making sure that he felt every single movement. When I grinded up against him, I made sure that he was able to feel his dick straining against my ass. And rather than hearing a sound from me, it came from Yoongi. YES! I BROKE HIM.
“If you don’t stop this, you’ll regret it.” He muttered in my ear. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and turned to his ear, “Don’t forget rules #1 and 3” I whispered and continued grinding into him. While it did start off as teasing Yoongi, I couldn’t help but think of all the things Yoongi would do to me.
Fuck me until I was just a mess. Slap my ass and ram into it like there was no tomorrow. Eating me out, or just simply make me cum by sucking my oversensitive nipples. At this point, I could feel my underwear getting soaked. Yoongi pulled me out of my thoughts the moment he let go of one of the steel bars and grabbed me by the waist. He closed any space that there was between us, and pushed himself more into me, and that’s when I let out a small moan.
“Shhh…people will hear” Yoongi responded. Probably happy that he was able to get a sound out of me. At this point, it was the two of us moving along to the music. Both going at it. Slow, gradual, and heavy. My mind was reeling at his intoxicating motions. The moment I was going to push myself into him, Yoongi opened up the space between us and turned to push the button to signal the bus driver to stop.
We both made our way to the rear exit, got off the bus and continued with the day, praying that no one noticed what happened between us two.
Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you
Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)
Word Count: 2883
Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings
You collapsed face-first onto your bed with a sigh. It had been a week or so since your little outburst with Bucky, and things have been… awkward. You keep telling yourself this is normal - things get uncomfortable after the first “I love you,” right? Still, there was lingering doubt that maybe it wasn’t normal, at least not in this case. Maybe Bucky was regretting the whole thing.
Hi can you please do a long reaction for Minhyuk, Hyungwon, Wonho and Kihyun where they cheer you up because you had a bad day at school or work?
Wish granted! Also, the Masterlist has been updated! I don’t know if you can see the “keep reading” part on the post (mobile only) because I don’t see it when I only view it. If someone can tell me why, (ain’t nothing but a heart ache) that would be great!
Wonho - You couldn’t help but feel the need to break your pencil in two and use it as a weapon against the teacher in front of you. Strict, rude, racist, and unforgiving, is the type of person he was. You didn’t understand, but at times he would spit out curses toward you and the other students for not working hard enough and today was the worst of all. His marks on your essays basically made one on its own and you couldn’t take his class anymore. Wonho often came by to pick you up from school, but today, he couldn’t because he had a meeting with the CEO, which made your day even worse. Just your luck. Walking out the school building, you still had the pent-up frustrations about that class, wishing that it wasn’t required to take it. The stress and the amount of studying wasn’t worth it, but you still did it anyway. Not to mention on your way home, you missed your bus not once, but twice, and the shops you bought bubble tea for the two of you was closed for maintenance. At that point, everything snowballed into a day that you wanted to forget and erase forever. By the time you made it home, it was already late evening. He’s going to ask, isn’t he…? A sigh escaped your lips from the thought of Wonho running up to you, patting your face and hair to see if you’re alright. Well, that almost happened. To your surprise, there was a makeshift tent in the middle of the living room, strewn with fairy lights on top of the blankets and pillows. “Wonho-ah… You made this?” “Indeed!” Wonho popped his head out from the tent, gesturing you to come closer and observe. “See? We can lay here all night and all weekend watching whatever while we’re underneath the fairy lights I bought yesterday. You know, you can’t hide the fact that you were having a bad day from me. Come on! Change into your pajamas and come on in!” Wonho got out of the tent and patted your shoulders, urging you to change and spend the night with him. As you showed a grateful smile, you nodded and headed over to your room, later to the tent where Wonho brought up the opportunity to cuddle as well.
Minhyuk - The expectations fell heavy on your shoulders. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe from the deadlines that approached quicker than expected, or the requirements and stakes were higher than you could overcome. School is only temporary, but it seemed like forever. Your headaches occurred more frequently, and you couldn’t find the time to eat or sleep because you doubted yourself from remembering specific topics the next day. As you came home, the whole journey, you reviewed terms, subjects, and key points in your head for the upcoming exam. What made it even worse was the fact your teacher handed you back a test you didn’t appreciate receiving. It was a 74%. You wanted to at least try your best in school for a satisfactory future. However, it wasn’t turning out the way you’d like to, and you came home with a sulk and a heavy heart. You didn’t want to face Minhyuk. After all, he was helping you with your schoolwork. How will find out about this? Exactly. He won’t. You sighed as you closed the door and let your bag fall onto the floor with a thump. The apartment was empty and didn’t pertain the happiness it had when Minhyuk occupied it. He’s at the studio today, that’s right. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration and headed toward the kitchen, where you found a piece of pink paper with writing on it. It’s okay to have these days. Smile for me, will you? I don’t like it when you’re sad. Quickly eat what I’ve made you that’s in the refrigerator. I’m sure you’ll like it. You blinked a few times and attempted to smile, but you forced it in the end. Approaching the refrigerator, you opened it, seeing a photo of Minhyuk on top of a plastic box, decorated with yellow ribbon with white polka dots. Inside, perfectly wrapped kimbap sat on top of colored tissue paper with tiny separators with the banchan inside. From radishes to kimchi, you couldn’t help but eat your feelings away. You sat down at the bar, taking your pair of chopsticks and digging in. “Mind if I take a bite? I made it after all,” Minhyuk’s voice was heard from behind you. Quickly, you turned around and found him with his duffel bag slung on his shoulder, and dressed in his training outfit. “Feel better okay? I found out about your grades from your teacher but it doesn’t mean this applies how smart you are. One grade won’t make all the difference. So smile and do better next time, okay?” Minhyuk kissed our cheek before grabbing a piece of your kimbap and running away into another room.
( PROMPT: Can I please have Peter comforting the reader? With forehead touches/kisses SLAY ME. )
A/N: So. I’ve decided to make a Tom Holland/Spiderman fanzine, and if anyone is interested to contribute (and tell me how the heckie to go about doing it ), please PLEASE send me a message and we can work this out!! I actually want to send the fanzine to Tom Holland himself, but I also have no idea how to send it to him so PLEASE SEND HELP. Because I have no idea what I am doing. *sobs*
WARNINGS: Panic attacks/anxiety, so I’ve put it under a read more!
After cleaning up breakfast Derek and Liam went to get dressed, while I got Talia dressed into a cute little outfit for the day, which was a pair of dark blue leggings with a white and blue polka dot dress with a pink rose at the top. She was adorable. I grabbed her bag from the side of her crib adding in a few more diapers, extra clothes, dummies, then picking her and the bag up taking her downstairs. To see all the pack sitting on the sofas.
“Unca Stiles!” Talia shouted wiggling in my hands and made grabby hands to him. Stiles looked over to Derek and laughed.
“I think I might be her favourite uncle” He smiled taking Talia off of me giving her a big cuddle.
“Chocolate?” She questioned looking at him lifting her arms up.
“NO STILES” Derek and I shouted, she was not getting chocolate on her outfit already.
“Later” Stiles whispered into Talia’s ear making her giggle as I went into the kitchen to fill up Talia’s bottles and adding a few snacks into her bag then going to join the pack.
“I have put Talia’s car seat into Lydia’s car,” Derek told me as he grabbed his leather jacket and slipping it on.
“Then we’re all set” As I did the same then walking over to Liam giving him his jacket helping him put it on.
“I know you’re tired, but maybe just nap in the car okay. Then I promise sweetheart you can have a lay in tomorrow” I told him earning a small laugh from him as he hugged me tightly. I returned the hug kiss his head.
“Be good okay?” I told him and he nodded.
“Love you mom” He smiled.
“Love you too Li,” I told him going over to Derek taking Talia off him once he had his cuddles and making sure Stiles didn’t give her any chocolate.
I and all the girls left to get into the car, I strapped Talia in the back putting her pacifier in her mouth, then shutting the door putting her stroller into the back then getting into the passenger’s side.
“So what we getting today?” Lydia asked driving away to our chosen shopping mall, lucky Beacon Hills had two, so the boys wouldn’t bump into us.
“Well my wedding dress and dresses for you 4 and a ring for Derek,” I said looking at the list.
“So Lydia you’re my maid of honour, Malia, Kira you are my bridesmaids and Talia is going to my little flower girl” I smiled while all the girls awed at the thought of Talia as flower girl.
“Can I keep mine and Talia’s dress at your Lydia? I don’t want Derek to see them until the day” I told her and she nodded
“Of course you can,” She told me nodded pulling up into a parking space. We all got out, Kira unstrapped Talia for me and taking her out while I got her stroller then strapping her into that, all of us heading into the shopping mall.
“Ring first I think” I suggested then all the girls nodded, Lydia dragged us to the best jewellers.
“Jackson used to bring me here,” She told us when we headed in.
“Lydia, it’s nice to see you,” The cashier said and we all stared at her.
“Okay, I might come here a bit too much” We all laughed as I started to look around for the perfect ring.
We looked for ages then I spotted a solid gold two tone wedding ring which I could also get engraved.
“I found it” Not taking my eyes off it.
“Y/N, This is beautiful!” Lydia smiled waving the cashier over.
“He’s going to love that,” Kira and Malia said in unison.
“Y/N what are you getting engraved” I smiled and handed her a piece of paper with it on.
“That’s so cute! I love it” She clapped handing it to the cashier.
“What is it?” Kira asked
“Hale, then the date of our wedding” I smiled. As both of the girls awed giving me a hug.
“The ring will be ready in 2 hours. So let’s go shopping for dresses!” Lydia grabbed hold of the stroller taking us to the dress shops.
“Right we all need suits okay, ” Derek told them heading into the best shop he knows.
“Yeah, we know!” Stiles said looking at all the range of suits that had and picking out a pink blazer with a matching waistcoat.
“I think you should wear this” Stiles laughed holding it up to my chest.
“Stiles. Be serious please this is my wedding day” I told him turning around then spotting a dark blue blazer, waistcoat and pants, with a white shirt and a dark red tie.
“Yes, dad! That one. You’ll look great in it” Liam told me as he came and stood beside me.
“You think?” I ask him as I put my arm around his shoulder and he nodded.
“Try it on!” He said, I smiled and looked for my size going into the fitting room and trying it on. When I got it on and I looked in the mirror. This was the suit, I didn’t want to try anymore on. I stepped out of the changing rooms and Liam ran up and hugged me.
“Please, dad! Don’t change your mind this is the one!” He said hugging me tighter.
“Liam, I want you to wear something similar Okay, so you look like me” I whispered into his ear and he nodded going to look at the suits.
“Good choice” Scott told me patting me on the back.
“I think this beats the pink one. But not by much sour wolf” Stiles laughed. I shook my head going to put my normal clothes back on.
As I came back out I went over to Liam as Scott and Stiles looked together as Stiles tried on some hats.
“You alright kiddo?” I asked putting my arm around his shoulder.
“I-I don’t know which one to pick,” He told me. I looked around a bit then spotted it.
“Try this on,” I told him holding a similar suit to mine but instead the waistcoat was grey. Liam smiled and nodded taking the suit off me and going into the changing room.
Whilst I wait for Liam, I went over to Scott and Stiles seeing that they had stopped messing around.
“You chose yet?” I asked.
“Yep we both are going for a grey suit with blue waistcoats,” The boys told me picking out their sizes.
“Good, they look really good, I just need you to try them on,” Derek told them as Liam came out of the changing rooms.
“Liam. You look great! That is definitely the suit for you!” Derek smiled giving him hug as Scott and Stiles went into the changing rooms and try theirs on.
“You think?” Liam asked.
“Promise, your mom’s going to think you look so handsome” I smiled as he went back into the changing rooms to change back as Scott and Stiles came out looking very posh.
“They look great on you! That’s it all the suits are decided. Now let’s pay and get food!” Derek smiled getting all the suits and paying for all the suits.
We head to the same place where I took Liam yesterday because they had good food. We sat down and all took a menu.
A/N: A request from @summerinavonlea for a Derek x Reader where the reader is really into that retro swing look (think Candyman by Christina Aguilera). One night, she invites the team out to a bar she goes to because they have theme nights and they’re doing swing dancing that night. Normally, shy and reserved, the team is surprised to find she’s a really good dancer. Both she and Derek like each other but have never said as much. When guy after guy asks the reader to dance, Morgan gets a little jealous. Many members of the team dance with her throughout the night, including Morgan. @coveofmemories
“Okay, I have to ask,” Garcia said, walking out of her office after a long day cramped up in her tiny, but terrific office filled with computer screens. Y/N had been working at the BAU for nearly a year, and every single Friday they were home, she had a separate bag from her go-bag. No one had any idea what was in it, and until now, no one had ever asked.
Y/N turned around, realizing that the statement had been for her. “Have to ask what?” She smiled, her red lipstick perfectly reapplied after an entire day of downing cup after cup of coffee. For months now, Derek had had a hard time keeping his feelings for Y/N off of his face. She was his opposite, shy and unassuming, but she was also vastly intelligent, kind and funny. They were just such opposites, he always imagined she’d be more into Reid than him. Garcia looked at her bag and motioned toward it. “Oh this? Well, any time we’re home on a Friday, I like to go to this bar downtown, Harbor Q. They have dancing and drinks, and they do theme nights.” She started to blush; she hadn’t intended to admit how much she enjoyed the themed dancing they offered, but she had been working with them for a year.
“Tonight’s theme is swing dancing,” she finished, looking quickly around the room at her friends. “If anyone wants to come, I’d love it. I’m sure you’d all have fun.” Immediately, Rossi and Hotch said they were in. Given that they were the oldest on the team, they had an appreciation for that kind of music even more so than the rest of the team. Garcia quickly said she wouldn’t miss it and darted out of the BAU to go get changed into a theme-ready outfit. After JJ found a babysitter for Henry, she said that she and Will would absolutely be there, and soon after, Emily, Spencer and Derek agreed as well. Derek wasn’t really the swing dancing type of guy, but he didn’t want to miss a chance to see Y/N out of the office doing something she loved. He imagined she’d be even more beautiful than normal.
“Cool, I’ll see you all in a little while. I have an outfit in here so I’ll get changed there.” With that, she left, thinking about the adorable outfit she’d change into once she got to Harbor Q.
Within an hour and a half, the team managed to assemble themselves and make their way to Harbor Q. Y/N had texted them to say she was already inside. When they walked in, Derek nearly stopped in his tracks, causing Garcia to walk into his back. “Just ask her out, Hot Chocolate,” she laughed. “I’ve never seen the Derek Morgan have it so bad for someone and not say anything about it.”
Just ahead of him, Y/N was dancing with someone he didn’t know, dressed in a red, swing-style dress with black and white polka dots on the top and bottom. Her shoes were black and white too, and her hair was pinned up. “Wow, you have it bad Baby Boy,” Garcia laughed, waving toward Y/N as she caught her eye. “Ask her out. She’s single. I’ve asked.”
“I might just have to,” he said in a daze, unable to take his eyes off her. He’d been dancing (pun intended) around his feelings for too long. “But right now I just want to watch her dance. She’s actually really good.” She was great at basically everything, so he wasn’t sure why he was so surprised. It was probably because she was exceptionally shy inside the office. Here though, here she seemed like she was in her element. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she wasn’t the same person. In the office, she was shy and reserved, here she was animated, her smile as wide as the sea as she twirled around in the hands of her partner.
Minutes later, the song concluded and she walked over to the team. “Hey guys,” she said sweetly. “I’m glad you came.”
“We wouldn’t miss seeing you dance like that,” Emily said as she pointed toward the dance floor. She was stunned, as were they all.
Everyone stared at her in awe. It was unlike the woman they knew. “Where did you learn to dance like that?” Reid asked.
“Well, my grandmother was always really into this type of music, and then she bought me a pair of shoes like this,” she said, turning her ankles toward them. “At that point, I started listening to swing music all the time, and when I got a little older, I asked my parents if I could take classes. Throughout high school and college, I did it all the time, until the very end when work, school and dancing became too much, but I still do it as often as I can.”
Rossi especially loved this kind of music. He was a little more into smooth jazz, but he appreciated the carefree nature of swing music. “You’re exceptionally good at it,” he said. “Is everyone here trained?”
“No,” she laughed. “That’s Connor.” She pointed to the dance partner they’d seen as they walked in. “He is, but most others aren’t.”
“Well then,” Rossi said, straightening his jacket and making his way up to Y/N with his hand extended, “I won’t feel bad asking for a dance. You have to teach me how you’re so light on your feet.”
A pang of jealousy rang through Derek’s stomach as Y/N took his hand and ushered Rossi, JJ and Will, and Reid and Emily onto the dance floor. Apparently, she was going to try and teach them as well. Why was he jealous? God, he really needed to just take Garcia’s advice and ask Y/N out. It was killing him to sit idly by as she flitted around with everyone else, even his own teammates - though he had no reason to be jealous of them.
He couldn’t help but laugh when Rossi started tripping on his own two feet though. Rossi may have claimed to be a smooth-talking Italian, but he undeniably had two left feet. Derek was about to go ask Y/N for a dance when the song ended and she switched partners with Emily. Now, she was attempting to teach Reid how to dance, and surprisingly enough, he had an easier time than Rossi.
Garcia had been floating between the bar, where a very handsome gentleman was making a movie (to which she was very receptive considering she’d just broken up with Kevin), the dance floor, and Derek’s table. “Are you sure she’s single?” he asked as she approached him with his drink. “She looks like she’s into Reid.”
“No,” she said firmly. “She loves Reid, but it’s more of a best friend kind of love. She’s actually been trying to set him up with one of her good friends from outside the office. Ask. Her. Out.” Again, he was about to get up as the song concluded, but she pulled Hotch from nearby and made him dance with her. Rossi was catching on quickly, dancing circles around Reid who was now tripping over his clumsy feet.
Nearly 45 minutes went by, with Y/N switching between members of the team, including the ladies, and other men in the bar. Every time Derek wanted to go ask her to dance with him, she’d go to someone else without giving him enough time to even move from his table. Alright Derek, he said to himself. Get up.
“It’s about time you showed up out here,” Y/N said with a smile when Derek finally made his way to the dance floor. “I have to know if the incomparable Derek Morgan is as light on his feet as I think he is.” She grabbed his hand and twirled into him. Without missing a beat, he gathered her by the waist and started moving his feet in time with hers, catching on much more quickly than any of his friends.
“Since when does my sexy Chocolate Thunder know how to swing dance,” Garcia asked, reaching her hand toward him. Playfully, Y/N slapped it away.
“He’s mine now, Garcia!” Everyone paired up again, except Rossi and Garcia, who paired off with people they met there. “I’m glad you came.” Although it had taken over an hour to get a dance with her, Derek was glad he’d come too. Now to actually say something and not draw the attention of his teammates.
“Me too,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back. “You look beautiful by the way.” Red really was her color. It made her eyes pop. “And I had absolutely zero idea you were as talented a dance as you are an agent.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Derek,” she winked, her tongue pushed up agains the roof of her mouth. “And thank you. I fancy myself a great agent, so that’s quite the compliment.”
“Y/N…” he started. “I was wondering if sometime soon, you might want to go out…just the two of us.” When he looked up, he could see Garcia giving him a wink and a thumbs up.
“I’d love that, Derek,” she replied as the music started to slow down, a much more mellow tune blasting its way through the bar. “I was wondering when you might ask me out.” Reid, Emily and Hotch looked on, knowing exactly what was happening, but they paid them no mind.
“Am I allowed to have two dances in a row?” Derek asked cheekily, feeling better now that he’d gotten his feelings off his chest. She’d danced with each member of the team more than once, but never two in a row, so despite an upcoming date, he wasn’t sure if she was going to move on to someone else.
“I normally like to switch it up,” she said, looking up from where her head was leaning against his chest. “But for you, I think I’ll make an exception.”
This is the first part of the only you story. I will try to have at least 3 parts. So sit back relax and enjoy!!!
None yet but next part there will be smut!!
Today I had to babysit two of my neighbors children, Daisy and David, and it’s been a nightmare. I decided to take them both to the park as it is a hot day today. While they are playing on the playground, I watch them and enjoy my life on a bench under the shade.
A guardian that has been painted white and pink polka-dots on top of a hill pretending to be a boulder… that is secretly part of a future side quest for someone located in an island not too far from Hyrule
Adrien isn’t sure what to do with himself at school. Marinette
is sitting behind him, most likely taking notes on the lesson he can’t focus
on. Marinette is sitting behind him, with the perfect view of the back of his
head. Marinette is sitting behind him, completely oblivious to the fact that
he’s Chat Noir. He wants, quite desperately, to turn around and talk to her.
The problem, as he found out earlier that morning, is that Adrien and Marinette
aren’t all that close. He doesn’t know how to initiate a conversation with her.
When Madame Bustier lets them work on a worksheet in small
groups, Adrien jumps on the opportunity.
“Hey Marinette, Alya, do you want to work with Nino and me?”
Nino looks at him, surprised, but Adrien ignores him.
Instead, he gives all his attention to Marinette, who isn’t even looking at
“Sure!” Alya elbows Marinette. “You’d like to work with
Adrien and Nino, right Marinette?”
“Uh, y-yeah. Yes. Of course,” Marinette stutters, nodding
her head vigorously. She finally looks his way, locking her blue eyes on him.
He throws his most charming smile at her but she looks away before he thinks it
can really work its magic.