You and Dean could barely keep your hands off each other lately, and you were not complaining. Morning sex, a quickie here and there, the middle of the night. It didn’t matter how tired, or how sore, the two of you were. It was like he was trying to make up for the time that you’d felt unattractive and untouched.
Sam pounded on your bedroom door one morning, just as Dean was making you giggle. “Can you two stop having sex long enough for a case?” He teased.
“Gimme 10, Sammy!” Dean called back before his lips were against your skin once more.
“Dean!” You squealed with laughter.
Walking into the library, you were pulling your wet hair up into a ponytail. “So, what’s up, Sammy?” You asked, stealing a piece of his toast from his plate.
He chuckled and shook his head as you sat. “Where’s Dean?” He asked, going back to looking at his laptop.
“He’ll be here in a minute.” You shrugged. Taking a bite of the toast, you licked your lips and waited for Sam to start filling you in.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Dean came in, a smirk on his face. He ran his hand through his still wet hair. “Now, what can I do for my baby brother?” He teased.
Rolling his eyes, Sam sat back in his chair. “Looks like Y/N is gonna have to play dress up.” He grinned, motioning to you.
“What?” You asked, staring at him. “Dress up?”
“It looks like wealthy women are the targets.” He started. “Mainly at social events. Our best bet is for Y/N to get all dolled up and play socialite.” Sam was way too amused by this. “We’ll have to do some shopping, but nothing a credit card can’t handle. I’ll go with you, as Dean wouldn’t let you out of the damn dressing room.”
You glanced at Dean, and then Sam. “So, let me get this straight- you want me to put on some fancy ass dress, do my hair and make up, and kiss ass with some stuck up bastards?” Sam nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it.”
If you don’t want to request your idea, just send me a request with the prompt/s you want from the list below with the character you want!
1.“You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.”
2.“Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”
3.“Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the meaning of sarcasm.” 4.“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” 5.“I think i’m going insane.” 6.”You’re the only one for me.” 7.“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!” 8.“I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.” 9.“What makes you say that?” 10.“There was this perfect moment. This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and i understood.” 11.“You broke my favorite vase!” 12.“I think we should get a puppy, and with this puppy we should become the stereotypical cute couple. As well as because I want a dog.” 13.“You’re crazy.” 14.“I promise that i’ll protect you.” 15.“I don’t need saving. Not now! Not ever.” 16.“You act as if you’re the hard done by. You’re not.” 17.“You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you?” 18.“I think you’re worth much more than that.” 19.“I’d rather die than do that.” 20.“Did you ever wonder what brought us together?” 21.“Is… that really you? I thought i’d never see you again” 22.“You had one job!” 23.“How is it that you’re a complete flop at everything you do?” 24.“You need to stop.” 25.“That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.” 26.“If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself. 27.“Isn’t he just the cutest?” 28.“I want a child.” 29.“You still awake?” 30.“You’re probably the hottest stranger i’ve ever seen.” 31.“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.” 32.“My clothes look good on you.” 33.“Is that my shirt?” 34.“Isn’t that a bit too big for you?” 35.“Isn’t that a bit too small for you?” 36.“I think you look absolutely adorable.” 37.“When I said you’re mine, I meant it.” 38.“He better only be just a friend.” 39.“Those short’s look really good on you.” 40.“Hey, they can’t hurt you anymore.” 41.“I… I lost the baby.” 42.“It’s all my fault, i’m so sorry.” 43.“My arms just fit perfectly.” 44.“You’re drunk.” 45.“I am not wearing that.” 46.“How did I get stuck here with you?” 47.“I swear, the world is against me.” 48.“Don’t touch me!” 49.“Get away from me!” 50“Tell me you need me.” 51.“You’re not the boss of me.” 52.“We’re out of gas, what’s your plan?” 53.“You’re an ass” 54.“I’m on vacation, you take care of it.” 55.“Disney movies all day? I’m in.” 56.“Hurry up! Would you?!” 57.“Take the long way around” 58.“Can you shut up for five minutes, please???” 59.“He’s been gone for quite a while” 60.“I can’t see anything.” 61.“I heard a noise.” 62.“Where’s my food?” 63.“I bet you feel like an artist” 64.“Can I be of assistance?” 65.“Get out of the way before I murder you.” 66.“You’re breaking my heart, babe.” 67.“Cry me a river.” 68.“Build a bridge.” 69.“Get over it.” 70.“Another credit card?!” 71.“It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!” 72.“Have you ever lied to me?” 73.“I’m stuck! Help me!” 74.“I swear, I’m not scared.” 75.“What do you think a cupholder is for?” 76.“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” 77.“Turn that sh*t off!!!!” 78.“When’s that last time we went on a date?” 79.“I thought you didn’t like cats?” 80.“The door’s locked.” 81.“I’ll just tell your mom on you.” 82.“I thought you were nice.” 83.“I had a dream about you.” 84.“What color do you like better?” 85.“Take notes, sweetheart.” 86.“This is where you impress me, right?” 87.“Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.” 88.“I can’t believe you didn’t remember” 89.“If that makes me a child, so be it.” 90.“I could beat you up, you know that right?” 91.“Would it kill you to help people?” 92.“I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.” 93.“But, I said I love you.” 94.“Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?” 95.“I’m not weird, you’re just basic.” 96.“Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying” 97.“Take off your shirt.” 98.“We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.” 99.“You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong? 100.“Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.”
Hii!! Could you please write a Sebastian Stan imagine where him and the reader (an actress) started dating when they were filming the first avenger and he proposes to her while they’re filming winter soldier?
AN: I made up the readers character so they could be in both the FA and WS
For the last 3 months you had been working on Captain America: The First Avenger and you were loving every second of it. Not only was it an amazing movie but you loved your co-workers. You were playing Elizabeth “Betty” Caldway, a fellow agent who had had a light version of the serum tested on her just before Steve.
You came out of your trailer in your 40’s style red and yellow dress. “Looking good Betty.” You turned towards Sebastian, who was dressed in his 40’s soldier uniform. After your first day on set you and Sebastian were quick friends and were known to flirt back and forth on and off set. You liked the guy but you were too afraid to take a step forward and ask him out, scared he’d say no and the set would become awkward.
“Looking good yourself, James. What are you up to?”
“Thought I’d come see you before the scene.” The two of you were about to film a scene together where with Chris and were decked out in full 40’s gear. “Want to walk with me?”
“Sure,” you agreed and walked with him towards the set. You kept up some small talk with his demeanor suddenly shifted.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Um, sure. Everything ok?”
“Yeah, I was just wondering what you’re doing this weekend.”
You chuckled, “Going over the script again so…nothing.”
“Would you want to go to dinner tomorrow night? Maybe go to that Italian place we went with the cast a couple weeks ago.”
“Sure, who’s all going?”
His face contorted nervously, “Just us?”
“Like a date?” He nodded and you grinned. “Alright, pick me up at 7.”
“Really,” he was shocked.”
“Unless you need to eat before that,” you joked and went to your marker.
*3 years later*
You were filming one of the last scenes for Captain America: Winter Soldier. Your character, Betty, was sitting with Steve and Sam in the hospital room waiting for Steve to wake up. After the final “cut” was called the cast cheered and you stood up out of the chair.
“Wait wait wait,” everyone paused on the spot and you watched as Sebastian, out of costume, walk into the fake hospital room. “Before everyone goes off and gets ready for the party tonight I have a couple things I’d like to say.”
The cast and crew gathered around and your boyfriend’s smile took over everyone’s attention. “I’d like to thank everybody for all the amazing times we’ve had on set. Making this movie was even more fun than the first Captain movie and I’m so glad I was able to be a part of this.” Then her turned towards you. “I am especially thankful that these movies introduced me to and help keep me close to my beautiful girlfriend Y/N. Y/N,” you were shocked that everyone’s attention was on you now, “these past three years together have been the best and happiest of my life. Every second we spend together makes my heart flutter and I want to have that feeling for the rest of my life.”
He got down on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, not only are you one of the most talented people I know but you are one of the most intelligent, compassionate, and genuine people I know. Make me the luckiest man on Earth and do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Tears sprinkled from your eyes and, once you got yourself unfrozen from excitement, you nodded vigorously and threw your smiling self into his arms. “Yes, yes,” you stood back up and held your left hand out to him. “A thousand times yes.” He slid the ring on your finger then stood up, lifting you in his arms and kissing you again.
Yesterday, your English teacher, for grade 12, left early due to be sick which meant you would probably have monotone, boring, old substitute until your regular teacher would return. You had expected the same thing for today, but when you walked into the small classroom, you found out that you were wrong.
In front of the room stood the most handsome guy you have ever seen, well you were assuming since the only thing you could see at this moment of him was his side profile and his back. This man was like most teachers, and you could just tell that just by the way he was dressed. He was clothed in a simple pair of jeans and a black button down shirt, that was pretty tight. As he would write today’s assignments on the board, his arms would flex, making the button down grab against his arms.
It was when the teacher turned around that you just noticed how handsome he was. The bottom half of his face was covered in a pepper colored beard. You definitely had an eye for guys with a beard. As you eyed his body down, you also took notice that the first button of his shirt was popped open and the same pepper color that covered his beard seemed to also cover his chest hair.
“As you can see, Mrs. Smith won’t be here for today, or for the rest of the week for that matter. While she is out, I will be your sub. You all can call me Negan, nothing else.” The teacher, Negan, had such a deep voice, it was hypothetically making you melt.
Negan had to in his mid-late 40’s, but you weren’t complaining. He looked good for his age.
You were staring at him, trying to figure him out, but he quickly caught you. Negan cleared his throat, catching your attention and making you face flush a bright red. He quietly chuckled, starting on a lecture about Romeo and Juliet.
It was only Monday, and if Negan was going to be here the rest of the week, you sure were going to have a hard time concentrating. He had already taken up most of your thoughts and class had only start 20 minutes.
Usually, by Wednesday, you were wanting to crawl in a hole, but knowing that you got to see Negan again, made you excited. Just in the short amount of 2 days, you had learn a lot about Negan, well, you learned about him along with your classmates.
You had learned that he liked to play ping pong. At his old school, he wasn’t just a English teacher, he also couched their ping pong team. One thing that you had learned about him, maybe a couple of other students had caught onto it too, but, you had learned that when he was frustrated, he would run his fingers through his beard. It was a simple thing, but that simple little thing he did had thoughts running through your mind.
Usually, you were a bit of a shy student, but Negan brought something out of you. You find yourself flirting with him, but not enough for the others to find out, but Negan quickly caught onto the little game you were playing and he decided to play along too.
Some things you would to catch his eye would include, biting the end of your pen and acting oblivious to what you were doing, or even wearing low cut shirts and leaning forward just the slightest bit giving him a little peak. You could tell you were getting to him when he would squirm in his seat, more than likely adjusting himself.
His payback was worse though. Negan would make eye contact and slide his tongue across his lips, wetting them. As his tongue would dart out of his mouth, your thighs would immediately clenching together, trying to help yourself from falling over in the middle of class. Negan made you weak in the knees, literally. He knew what kind of effect he had on you and he loved it. He loved seeing how hard you would try to concentrate on the task at hand, but slowly give up. Negan got a little satisfaction knowing what he did to you and you couldn’t deny that you got satisfaction as well.
Finally, as Friday had came around the corner. You were sick of it. Sick of the game you two were playing with each other. If Negan wasn’t going to do anything about it, you sure as hell would.
As you walked into class, you ignored his greeting and tried your hardest to ignore him. With ignoring him, you did let a little flirtation slip out here and there, but not too much. Just enough for him to know that you couldn’t take it any longer and with today being his last day, you both had to do something about it.
“(Y/N), why don’t you stay after class? You look like you have something on your mind and I wouldn’t want your teacher coming back to school with confused student.” You heard Negan’s voice echo throughout the small classroom along with some ooo’s from your fellow students.
You honestly didn’t know why he had actually called you to stay after class. Did Negan want to talk about the little interactions you two were having? Did he think that they were inappropriate and it was a simple mistake that you thought that he wanted you as well?
With questions swimming around in your head, you didn’t notice the last student leave the class and Negan walking over to the door, locking it.
The locking sound was what slipped you from your thoughts. You were alone with him, finally, and the air in the room felt thick. There was so much tension flying around that it felt as if you couldn’t breathe.
Negan made his way to the front of you, where you were standing, not exactly being able to move. The closer he got to you, the more shallow your breathing was getting. Negan had this pull on you. It was like every move you made was controlled by him.
He crouched down until he was eye level with you, making sure you were listening to him. “Now, I think you and I have something to talk about, right?”
You began to stumble over your words, not knowing how to answer him. “Um, I-I think we do, sir. I mean N-Negan.”
Never have you been so shy in front of someone before. You weren’t even shy with him after all the flirting, but the glint in Negan’s eye made you question every sentence and every move now. His eyes were filled with lust, you could tell just by how much they had darken from their usual color of light brown.
Negan moved behind you, his body hear radiating onto your back. The heat of his body sending a shiver down your spine. Each movement he made had a different effect on your body, but along with that, each movement also brought the same effect of wetness pooling in your panties.
Suddenly, you felt his soft, yet rough, lips against the nape of your neck. He was trailing kisses up and down, making sure he didn’t miss a spot. You let out a soft moan from his actions, quickly bringing your hand up to your mouth, trying to quiet the moans.
“Now doll, you don’t have to quiet those fucking pretty little sounds falling from your lips.” Negan covered your hand with his, pulling it away from your mouth.
You felt his lips start to kiss at your neck again, this time nibbling just the slightest bit. The small nibbles helping short moans fall from your lips again. You began to feel his hands and the top of your jeans, working to get them undone. As his was slightly struggling, you decided to help.
Negan smirked against your neck, “always a teachers damn pet, aren’t you?”
A laugh couldn’t help but come from your throat, but it was quickly replaced with a gasp as you felt his fingers slide between your panties and skin, finding their way to your clit. Once he began slowly rubbing, rolling your clit between his two fingers is when you became putty in his hands.
It was at this moment that you mentally thanking yourself that you were 19 a couple of days ago when he was getting to know the students. If you were any younger, this wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.
When Negan began pumping his fingers, you moaned loudly. He was so good with his fingers, that you could only imagine how could he was with his cock.
The thought of Negan’s cock made you wetter, making it easier for his fingers to slick back and forth.
“God, you’re so fucking wet. Is this all for me? Hmm?” His fingers pumped fast, making it hard for you to answer, so you just stuck with a stifled moan.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him and quick before a teacher or student walks in, even though school was over. As Negan was still working his fingers, making you weak, you tried your best to strip yourself of your shirt and bra. You didn’t want to waste anymore time.
Once your bra hit the floor, you felt his fingers pull away. You let out a involuntary groan, turning around to look at him.
You were surprised to see him practically naked. The only thing standing between you and his cock was the boxers that he had on that were very tight. Just from the outline, you could tell his cock was big and quite thick. A little precut stain where the head was let you know that he was just as ready as you were.
Deciding that you wanted to give him a little relief, you went to drop to your knees, but he quickly stopped you.
“Let’s save that for another time. Why don’t you bend over that fucking desk for me.” You didn’t have to be told twice before you were already bending over pulling down both your pants and parties.
Behind you, you could hear Negan moan at the sight of you all ready for him. Your wetness dripped down your thigh, it catching the light from all the fluorescent lighting on the ceiling.
Growing impatient, you began to squirm. You needed Negan and he was purposely making you wait and you were growing tired of it.
“Negan, please, just fuck me.” Saying that was all it took for Negan to slam into you from behind. His thrusts quickly becoming hard, but to hard.
Negan’s hands found your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. The tighter he would pull, the louder you would moan, the roughness bringing you closer to the edge. His hand pulling on your hair brought your body up to the point where your back was pressed against his sweaty chest.
The feeling of his cock inside you absolutely drove your crazy. You craved more and he was giving you everything he had, not wanting to stop. Negan brought his free out around and started rubbing you clit in sync with his thrusts. The faster he would thrust, the faster his fingers would move.
What drove him crazy was the fact that you were moaning his name over and over again. Different pitches over it coming from your mouth.
“Yes, just like that. Saying my fucking name.” Negan began to go even more harder, making you lunge forward a little bit. You obeyed him, moaning his name even more than you already had been.
“Mmm, Negan. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.” The sound of your voice bringing him closer to the edge as well. Which each thrust he did, the closer the edge seemed to be.
The sounds of moans, grunts, and skin slapping together filled the small classroom. Making this whole situation 10x hotter than it already was.
Finally, Negan thrusted hard one last time, bringing you both orgasms together and bringing a long moan from your lips and a hard grunt fall from his. His thrusts slowed down, letting you both ride it out.
You felt him pull out, leaving you with an empty filling you didn’t want. Trying to stand tall was difficult as your legs were still shaking from all the pleasure had had just given you.
The two of you started to get dressed and as you put on the last piece of clothing, you wondered if you and Negan would ever have an interaction like this again. You didn’t want it to be a one time thing, but then again, you had no idea how to get ahold of him outside of school.
Negan must have been thinking the same thing, because he looked at you, answering you mental question. “Don’t you were your pretty fucking head. I’ll be back, trust me.“
Prompts: #20. “It’s raining and I’m in front of your house.” #40. “No, you look good with my shirt on.” #90. “I’m in love with you.”
Warnings: None, just some fluff and some making out. The usual way I like to start out a Monday. Smut is implied at the end.
“You’re doing it again.”
I snapped my gaze away from the wandering billionaire philanthropist to see a smirking Natasha watching me. My cheeks flushed and I pretended to suddenly be engrossed in stirring the drink in front of me. Using a cocktail straw, I managed to create an alcohol whirlpool inside the pint glass.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I responded, feigning confusion. And doing a horrible job of it. We both knew i knew exactly what she was talking about. I just refused to spend any more time discussing it.
A/n: This probably sucks but I really wanted to get something done for you guys.
4. Is that my shirt?
From the first prompt list:
11.What’s with the box?
80. Teach me?
93. It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.
The first annoying habit J noticed Y/N had was untying things. She was extremely good at it, sometimes doing it unconsciously. He first found it out when he tied her to the bed and she was free in thirty seconds. She didn’t notice until he pulled away and glared at her.
It was also the first time he decided she was annoying, in a non-hateable way. The next thing he didn’t like about her was the fact she was so modest. He walked into the kitchen one day and caught her making breakfast in a baggy T-shirt and underwear, so he just sat back and enjoyed the show. She didn’t realize Frost was there until she turned around and almost had a heart attack.
“Why didn’t you tell me someone was here? I would have put on some pants.”
“You just answered your question.”
Another thing she did was pick on Frost, but this didn’t bother him that much. Until one day she started crying. He asked her what the hell was wrong with her.
“Frost doesn’t like me!” She wailed, causing him to roll his eyes and shove her into his side while he rubbed her back.
“He doesn’t need to.”
“But whenever I try to talk to him he just glares at me.” She sniffed. J scoffed. He’s heard her try to talk to him before, and it’s no wonder why he didn’t reply.
“Jeez, dude. What do you eat? Miracle Growth?” One time Frost tried to teach her how to fight. He showed her (or tried to) how to take down a man his size. He taught the moves in slow motion and they ended in a position with his back facing towards her and she had his neck in a choke hold.
“Can’t we just kill them with kindness?” She then climbed up his back and hugged him from behind- like he was giving her a piggyback ride. He was convinced this woman would get him killed.
Or another time when she was at the bookstore and Frost was in charge of watching her.
“‘How to look good over 40’. Hey, Frost! You should check out this one.”
The next day she noticed Frost being exceptionally nicer to her.
On to the next annoying habit, she had a knack for questioning him, something he hated.
“Sorry.” She apologized one evening when she bumped into him.
“Don’t apologize. It’s a sign of weakness.”
“Really? I thought it was a sign of strength.” He paused and thought about it, then he smacked her on the butt and told her to stop questioning him.
Next; She was terrified of bugs. Terrified. He found this out when he went to look in their cabinets and saw all of their cans were missing.
“Y/N, light of my life, thorn in my side, where’s our food?” He found her in the bathroom throwing cans of food at the spider in the bathtub.
“Shoot it! It’s not dying! Why is it not dying?!”
Next; stealing his clothes. The first time she did it he didn’t really mind and found it kind of cute.
“Is that my shirt?” She was wearing one one of his button-ups and reading a book. Her nails were slightly bleeding from where she’d been biting them unconsciously while reading. Another annoying habit that he thought was cute at first until she started bleeding. The good thing about it was that he always had to kiss it better. He walked over to her and gently eased her hands from her mouth, and then he proceeded to kiss each tip until she smiled.
“It smells like you.” Since he was already turned on from seeing her in his shirt, reading, and wearing those dorky glasses, he quickly shut her book and turned her whine of protest into a moan. He had a thing for smart girls.
She started wearing his clothes more often, but since she was significantly shorter his larger clothes always dragged on the ground, causing her to step on them. If he could cry, he would have when seeing the mess she made of his favorite crocodile coat, with the ends all scuffed up and dirty. She cried when he yelled at her, but later he just ordered another and got an extra for her too.
The next thing was kind of cute, and he realized the word ‘annoying’ had a positive connotation when used to describe her. She didn’t think so and often pouted when he told her just how annoying she was. Y/N wasn’t ‘bad’. She was sensitive, shy, and never saw anything bad until J killed someone in front of her. He understood she wasn’t made for this life. Apparently she didn’t.
“What’s with the box?” J was getting ready to deal with a snitch until Y/N interrupted him. He was taking his ‘toys’ out of a box, and getting ready to play.
“Nothing, doll. Go back upstairs and plug in your earbuds.” She ignored him and stared at the guy.
“Who’s he?” J growled at her stubbornness. Annoying.
“Can I try? Will you teach me?” He had to fight the urge to put his hand over his heart, pride welling up in his chest.
“Sure, pumpkin.” He’s confused when she walks away, but she assures him she’ll get her own ‘torture tools’. The confusion kicks up again when she comes back when a bag of Doritos. He leans back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as she forces the snitch to bite into the dorito vertically. The edges hit the roof of his mouth, and while it’s uncomfortable, he’s thankful it’s her ‘torturing’ him instead of J. Y/N looks for J in approval and squeals as he smacks her butt. He decides to humor her.
“Get upstairs, you naughty girl. Daddy don’t know what’s gotten into you but we need to fix this rebellious phase.” J whistled as she trotted upstairs, his eyes on her butt the whole way. He sighs and turns back to the snitch.
“Weeellll, I won’t be able to play with you like I hoped, but I do have a sweet little girl upstairs who’s in need of a lesson.” The guy felt a wave of relief come over him.
“So I guess this means I’m done playing.” J took out his gun and shot the snitch in a place that would ensure a slow death, before taking off and running up the stairs.
“I’ll try to keep it down, but no promises!” He cheerfully yelled. The slam of a door and a squeal was the last thing the guy heard before passing out.
Next pet peeve; her obsession with his butt. J knew he was a good looking guy, but her harassing him was where he crossed the line. He first noticed a drawing on her desk that was a cartoon version of him. She labeled his backside ‘the booty’. She couldn’t figure out why he didn’t talk to her for hours.
Another thing he never thought she’d take to was slapping his butt. His forehead creased and he scrunched up his face as she wolf-whistled.
“It’s a shame you have to sit on something that pretty.” He ignored her and tried to leave the room.
“Aw, c’mon, J! You have a nice butt! Why don’t you dance at your clubs? I’d pay to see it.”
“It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion, then.”
Next; she chews on things absentmindedly. One time when they were at the club she got bored during a business meeting so she started chewing on his phone. If he could cry….
She chews on her straws, and so does he, which caused a problem when they had matching cups.
“Which one is mine?”
“I chew on my straws.”
“I do too!” She gasped and gave him a cheerful smile, happy they had something in common.
Next; Y/N watches a lot of YouTube videos and tends to pick up their dialect. He remembers one time a henchman she didn’t like stood next to her and she yelled,
“Get your hand off my penis!” J had a client he was talking to and he wasn’t happy. When J glared at her, she bit back a smile and said,
“Are you waiting to receive, my limp penis?” She started laughing before she could finish the sentence and J ended the meeting early. He didn’t find it funny.
Last thing; She calls him spoiled. Every time she sees his gold chains she laughs, and he can’t leave her alone with his business associates because she talks about him behind his back.
“Oh let me go open the door for Primadonna.”
J growled as he thought of all the things she did that pestered him. He stared at her while she slept. Small snores, that he has come to love, bringing him back to reality. He ‘gently’ shoved her shoulder and startled her awake.
“Stop being annoying.” He snapped and pulled her to him, aggressively nuzzling into her hair.
my dad said he got kind of butt hurt when i started to call him "dad" instead of "daddy" and i feel that harry would too. the day Persephone walked in and said "dad" his heart would shatter.
Oh, my god. He’d be SO saddened. Despite having three more children who call him daddy, it’s even more heartbreaking when Persephone calls him dad because it means she’s growing up and she’s too old to use that term anymore. His eldest baby is growing up, becoming a matured girl, and she’s no longer his baby girl. As soon as the word drops off her tongue when she’s bidding him a goodnight, he has a permanent frown on his face because it’s new to him; he’s never been called dad before by his kids so it’s all foreign and unexpected.
When it’s time for the missus and Harry to get tucked up in bed, he’s slow moving with the same frown situated on his face, no matter what he’s doing in regards to his routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, freshening himself up, going for a wee, etc. He still has the same look on his face where his eyebrows are puckered up and his lips are turned downwards. Climbing in bed, he chooses not to sit and read like he normally does, and after he’s sent himself an email of his daily plan for the next day, he’s tucked up with his back towards the missus. Sighing thickly and heavily, cheek pressed against his pillow.
“You’re taking this whole ordeal much worse than necessary, Peaches,” she murmurs, running a hand over his shoulder after closing her laptop and pushing it off her lap, “she called you dad. It’s not something get sulky over.”
“M’supposed to be her daddy. Not her dad. Her daddy,” he grumbles, rolling over on the mattress and looking towards her, “dad makes me sound so old. I’m not that old. I’m on the good side of 40.”
“You look very dashing for the good side of 40,” she teases him, raising her eyebrows teasingly and playfully, hand cupping his cheek as she runs her thumb over his upper lip, “you’re always going to be her daddy, Harry. She’s just testing a few things, yeah? She probably just heard her friends speak about their parents and use the words mum and dad at school.”
“I know, but,” he puffs out a heavy and minted breath, closing his eyes softly, “I know we’ve got three more kids who still call me daddy, and still call you mummy, but, Persephone’s our eldest. She’s growing up,” he frowns, “she’s not our first-born, newborn baby anymore. She’s almost finishing school. We’ll be looking at secondary schools soon, and, I’ll be introduced as her dad. The teachers are going to call me father,” his breathing getting a little jagged as the missus pats his chest.
“You need to stop overthinking,” she giggles, nudging her nose into his cheek and catching at the stubble that grew from his skin. Turning his cheeks from soft and baby-smooth to rough and scratchy. “You’ll always be her daddy, Harry. Always. She’s part you and part me. A perfect little mix of me and you and herself.” xx
Summary: A case lands on the doorstep with a blast from the past
Warnings: Little bit of smut, some violence. Like a sentence.
JJ always had piles of files on her desk. It had become a habit for you that when you had finished writing up your own reports you would come down and help her with the files she received.
Today you were here again. ‘I never understand how you get your reports finished so quickly’ JJ said as she glanced over a file and placed it in the no pile. ‘I didn’t have anything else to do last night so I stayed late’ You clarified glancing up at her. Your eyes caught a file on the desk. Reaching over you grabbed it. What could possibly be so wrong that they would want the FBI in the darkest pits of Detroit.
Opening the file your eyes widened. ‘JJ’ You whispered and fluttered through the pages. ‘Yes?’ She looked up from the file she was engrossed in. ‘I got us a case’ She opened her mouth. You never had outrightly accepted a case, you just tried to profile a few she was uncertain about see what the unsub was like. But you had always given a suggestion never stepping over the line and picking a case.
JJ sighed. ‘Y/n’ You held her out the file. ‘Read it’ She sighed again taking the file flipping through it. With each page , each photo, each crime scene report her eyes widened and her face paled that little bit more. ‘I know those cops JJ, they wouldn’t ask in the FBI if it wasn’t serious. Their hatred for us almost matches the hatred the community has for us. And that’s a lot’ She nodded. ‘I’ll make copies and run it by the team’ You smiled at her slightly.
A half hour later the team sat in the briefing. ‘That area, we’re putting our lives in danger just by driving into it’ Hotch noted. ‘We always put our lives in danger’ You shrugged. His eyes fell on you. ‘You’re from Detroit right?’ You nodded. ‘Is that why you want to take this case?’ You looked up from the file and at him ‘Those boys were only 8 years old Hotch, just because the people around them aren’t particularly fond of us doesn’t mean they don’t deserve justice’ He leaned back in his seat his normal stoic expression a little sour.
You hardened your own face. ‘So what’s the personal connection here?’ He crossed his arms. ‘Personal? Detroit is a big place Hotch’ You snapped trying to cover your body language. He was a profiler, but so were you, you could cover your tracks, hopefully. ‘Reid, how far is Penswatch from the cri-’ You slammed your hand down on the table. You watched as everyone jumped ‘Don’t you dare answer that Reid’ You growled.
Hotch stood. ‘What’s your connection with this case?’ He snapped. You stood also shoving your chair back. ‘None, I don’t know any of those boys, I haven’t been home in ten years’ You growled. ‘Reid’ Hotch warned. ‘Seven miles east’ Hotch raised an eyebrow. ‘What is your connection to this case?’ Hotch repeated. ‘Hotch’ Derek cut him off. ‘She says there’s no connection, ‘there’s no connection’ But Hotch didn’t listen he just stayed staring at you.
You dropped back down onto the seat with a sigh. ‘Jessie Donnelly, the third victim. I helped deliver him. He’s my Godson’ You ran your hand over your face. ‘You know family isn’t allowed work the case’ You shrugged. ‘He’s not family, after I got accepted, I went home to see my sister only, we met up somewhere that we wouldn’t be seen. It was Lilly’s house, someone we went to school with, she went into labour when we were there. I helped out and she asked me to stand for him’ You looked up at Hotch, he was only watching you curiously and openly. ‘That was the last day I seen him, I’ve gotten a photo every christmas of them all and I send him a present twice a year. He wouldn’t even recognise me, he didn’t even know my name. No connection’ You shrugged.
Hotch sighed and closed his eyes a second. ‘Hotch, I’m working this case, with or without the team. I have a nephew the same age who lived four houses down from the fourth boy, he could be next. I need to catch this guy’ Hotch opened his eyes. ‘There’s a connection there’ Again you shook your head. ‘No connection, the boy doesn’t know me, he was told I died ten years ago. He thinks I’m dead’ Reid’s eyes widened and he looked at Prentiss and she looked back at him. ‘Wheels up in 20′ Hotch turned and walked from the room.
After a moment the team began to follow him after gathering up their files. ‘You okay?’ Derek was the only one left. ‘Yeah, just want to catch this guy’ You whispered. He placed hand on yours and he threaded his fingers through yours. ‘We will’ You looked up and he smiled slightly at you. You looked away and closed your eyes tight. You heard his chair being pushed away from the desk and then warmth engulfed you. You sighed and pushed yourself from the chair burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around him. ‘I gotcha Baby, it’s alright, I gotcha’ He stroked your hair as you clung to him.
I have to admit that I'm not a fan of Jill's at all but I'm actually starting to get stressed with no real news of how she's doing! After so much silence, that picture of her with Samuel isn't really reassuring at all (she looks so tired), although at least he looks good. If something happened it's totally understandable that she would need time to deal and she should take as much time as she needs but I feel like it's only a matter of time before rumors start flying around
Honestly I hear where you are coming from, but you wouldn’t look to good either after being in labor for 40 hours and then having to get a C-Section on top of that. Everything she went through is physically, emotionally and mentally draining. So I am not at all surprised by how she looks. I kinda expected her to look like her after what she went through. I hope she recovers quickly and can get back to normal life with her boys soon. :)
Request: The Reader gets taken by the UnSub and rescued but Hotch freaks out and doesn’t want her to work for the BAU anymore. (I kinda tweaked it a little. Hope it’s still something along the lines of what you wanted!)
Word Count: 2000
Notes: Sorry it’s taken so long. I’ve been so busy with real life stuff. I hope the requester (and all the rest of you who follow me) enjoy this! Tell me what you thought!! I love hearing from you guys!
Trigger warning: Description of violence against the reader