» zuko & reader it is simple: zuko likes you. it turns out to be difficult to not think about you and it is slowly driving him insane. [modern/tea shop au] – 2,200+ words warnings includinginsecurity, cringe-inducing awkwardness i startedwriting this in december last year, after reading a lot of zukka coffee shop au’s, haha. got an idea for the ending today and finished this piece. (i struggle with thinking of titles these days, gosh.) enjoy!
Word Count: 9,213 (I’m so sorry but also I have no regrets)
Summary: Bucky never really had the opportunity to get to know you, but when you’re assigned to a mission together you’ll learn more about each other than you ever expected
Content includes: SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), hair pulling, praise, age gap (seven years) (both are consenting adults) If I missed anything please let me know!
Author’s Notes: You all have @venusbarnes to blame for this because she and her wonderful content is what made me want to start writing fanfic again. I’m not an experienced smut writer, nor have I ever had sex so I apologize if the smut isn’t great lmao I tried. This isn’t set around any specific movie it just kinda,,, exists and I think that’s very sexy of me. Also I have not seen all the MCU movies yet so if there’s something in there that doesn’t line up or make sense or if my characterization seems wrong that’s why. Please don’t send me spoilers uwu and thank you for reading 💞
“You fell in the lava.”
“Yeah, I can see that!”
Bucky glanced up from his work, not at all surprised to see you mumbling something under your breath. It must not have been something nice, not that he expected it to be, considering the pillow Sam threw at your head just moments later.
Bucky smiled to himself as he pulled his gaze away.
Some might think that doing paperwork while sitting in the same room as two noisy children adults would be distracting and make the work take twice as long. Some people would be correct. But while it took twice as long to complete, Bucky didn’t mind. The distraction was good when your work includes recounting acts of violence, people dying, and just overall some not-so-fun things.
“Thought you said you were good at this game,” Sam said as your character died again.
“I am,” you said, frustration growing more and more every time Sam spoke, “I’ve beat it five times. I just haven’t played in a while.”
Bucky never understood that. Spending all those hours playing a game you’ve already finished before.
“Well you’re never gonna save your sister at this rate, she’s gonna be dead long before you show up.”
“It’s not my fault she got herself captured. Maybe Aryll should be more careful next time. Son of a bitch!”
When he first came to Stark Tower Bucky was surprised that you and Sam were actually very good friends, given the way you argued and ragged on each other, but then he figured it wasn’t that much different to how siblings often got along and it all made sense.
As for your relationship with Bucky… well, there wasn’t much of one.
just thinking about. Logan losing his glasses and calling Roman over to read something for him, and Roman leans in real close, arm around Logan and all, shoulder to shoulder, and looking into the book closely, then telling him the word. then when he looks at Logan to tell him and Logan turns his head as well, they’re like a millimeter apart, basically almost kissing. and then. they just look at each other and. smooch. yeah. haha.
paring: rafe cameron x reader summary: rafe has a freak out about being without routledge!reader, and sarah and topper bring him to the only person they know will calm him down, you. warnings: rafe actually being kinda cute? poorly edited work count:nearly 3k?? authors note: inspired by the amazing works of @stargazingstarkey
There seems to be a kook party every night of the week on the Figure 8. Why? Because they can. The only reason you know about it is because Kiara is currently laying across your lap in the Chateau, scrolling through her socials, complaining about the spam of drunken kook content. Despite being John B’s older sister, you still hang out with your brothers’ friends, Kie especially, knowing all too well how easily the boys can get overwhelming.
You begin to zone out to Kie’s monotonous complaints, your fingers stroking the base of her hair. Her hand occasionally lifting the screen to show photos or bringing a laugh out of the two of you with drunken actions. It feels weird to be looking into the event through the screen, less then a year ago, those friends were your friends. Admittedly the filming would have been done on your phone instead of being the one in front of the camera, but the sting that hit your chest hurt more than you wanted to admit.
Kiara saw your change in attitude, dropping the phone onto her stomach, lifting her hand to poke your chin, then your cheek, then across your nose, continuing her actions until a small smile formed on your face.
“What’s on your mind?” She knew, obviously, but she didn’t want to push you into talking about it.
“Eh, just can’t believe that use to be me.” She smiles, wiggling further into your thighs. She knows exactly how you feel, although she chose to leave for the Pogue life, you had ditched the pogues for the kooks.
“Do you miss it?” Although you knew she was asking about the lifestyle as a whole, the dressing up, the parties, the appearances. But your mind went to him. Did you miss being curled into his side at the parties? Did you miss going out on his Dad’s boat for day trips? Did you miss Rafe Cameron?
“Nah, I’m better without it.” She smiles sadly up at you, “I’m more into nights in anyways.”
You shook your arms, pulling the fabric of Rafe’s sweater over your freezing hands, curling them into balls and lifting them to your mouth, blowing out warm air in puffs.
You jump when you feel arms wrap around your waist, a strong body curling into your back, placing a kiss on the back of your head.
“Hi.” He breaths next to your ear before spinning you around, pulling your chest into his.
“Hi.” You kiss his lips quickly, pulling back to curl into his warmth. “I’ve been out here for ages, what took you so long?” Rafe can feel your pout against his neck, but he can tell by your tone that you’re not actually mad.
“Dad caught me trying to sneak out.” You pull away from him, swiftly moving to look into his eyes, checking for any trace of Ward Cameron’s words that might be lingering. “I’m fine.” He pulls you back into his side, “Are you ready to go?”
“Did I sneak out for date night at 12:30 only to go home now.” You thread your fingers with his “I think not.”
Kiara can see the lost look in your eyes, and she knows you’re not talking about hanging out with kooks.
“It’s okay to miss him you know.”
You walk out of the bathroom adjoining to Rafe’s bedroom, smoothing down your dress. At his exclamation, you turn towards your boyfriend, standing frozen at the end of his bed. You let his response flutter into your chest, welcoming the swarm of butterflies that take off.
“You look,” His sentence cuts out again as you walk towards him, “wow.”
Despite the tough guy act he puts on for everyone, Rafe has always been a sweetheart to you. With the pressure from his father and the reputation he’s built for himself, you’re glad he lets you see him like this, vulnerable and happy and him.
Once you get close enough, you brush your fingers through the hair falling across his forehead. Without pressure, he sits back onto the comforter, spreading his knees just enough for you to move between. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. Running your fingers through his hair, he bows his head the rest on your chest. You press a kiss to the top of his head, before resting your elbows on his shoulders, gently combing your fingertips through the base of his hair and down his neck, barely brushing the collar of his light blue button-up.
“Oi lovebirds!” Wheezie’s loud voice combined with the banging on Rafe’s door causes him to jump away from you, now standing next to the bed. “Mum and Dad are waiting, let’s go!”
“Y/N” Kiara’s voice was soft as she tried to pull your attention back to the present. She’s used to you getting into your head about him. Despite the kook vs pogue rivalry, seeing how you were around Rafe; he was the first guy Kiara actually liked you with. “You loved him”, she pulls your face down to look at her, “It’s okay for it to still hurt.”
“Rafe?” Your call seemed to fall onto the empty space of the beach, getting caught in the wind. The freezing air chiling you to your bones. It wasn’t rare for late-night texts to end with a meetup, but normally whoever initiated it would be there first. “You here?”
“Hey.” His voice appeared from behind you, but he sounded different tonight, strained.
Your immediate reaction is to embrace him, knowing that physical affection is something he severly lacks. But instead of embracing you back, his body is stiff. You pull away.
“Are you okay?”
He takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. You can see him struggling, words running through his mind but none of them coming out.
“I can’t” His arms drop to his side “I can’t do this anymore.”
Your mind starts to race. Is this a joke? Everything was going so well, hell you even thought you loved him.
“What’s bringing this on?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you could feel the tears being choked back.
“It doesn’t matter.”
You bite down on your lip, trying to use the pressure as leverage to hold back your sobs. Not that he would have heard over the wind whipping around you.
You can feel a tear leave your eye, trailing down the side of your face. Rafe turns his back to you, walking back the way you came from.
You see another figure walking towards Rafe. Rafe pushes past them, heading towards where you assumed his car was. As you blink back tears and you feel the sand begin to whip around your legs, you recognise Topper, standing on the beach as Rafe stalks off behind him. You see him pull out his phone, type a message before putting his phone away.
You feel a vibration in your pocket, pulling it out, you see his message.
And you knew it was really over. You didn’t want to let your heart break, not like this, not now. Not when you were proving to your brother that Rafe was okay, not when you finally thought that you had a future with someone.
But it was over.
And your heart broke.
It’s a frantic cry that makes both of you jump up. Kie springs off your lap and looks out the window as you stand behind her, trying to look over her shoulder.
“Y/N!” You see the blonde girl struggling under the weight of a much heavier body. Upon recognition you rush to the door, dodging the remnants of John B’s lifestyle as you go.
“Sarah?” She looks up at you as you run outside, “What are you doing here?” You see Topper rush up next to her, helping her to lift the seemingly hefty body. “Rafe?” His head doesn’t move from its slumped position.
You can still see Kiara out the corner of your eye, frozen at the window.
“What happened?” You pull a chair towards them, relieving the pressure of dragging Rafe.
“We don’t know.” Sarah bends over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath back, her party attire not shielding her from the cold night air. “I saw him drinking and the next thing I knew Topper told me he was freaking out.”
You crouch down in front of him, pushing down any emotions you have towards the boy. One hand cups his cheek while the other gently brushes the hair out of his eyes.
“Rafe?” He moves suddenly, shifting his weight back in the chair instead of leaning forward. “Can you hear me?” A small groan leaves his lips as he leans into your hold.
You lean away, dropping your hands to your thighs, leaving Rafe’s head to drop forward again.
“Why’d you bring him here?” At this Kiara seems to unfreeze from the window and come to lean at the doorway. “He’s drunk, he just needs to rest.”
Sarah and Topper share a look, seeming to have a discussing with only their eyes, debating whether or not to tell you the reason behind their visit. Despite Topper’s slight shake of his head, Sarah turns back to you.
“He asked for you.”
Topper groans. As much as you were friends when you were with Rafe, his loyalties still lie with his friend. And those loyalties mean not telling his ex-girlfriend that he had a freak out over her not being at his party. But concidering the cat was out of the bag, he may as well clear the story up.
“He was fine one minute and the next he was looking everywhere for you, completely freaking out. He was about to drive off until Sarah and I offered to drive him here.” He gestured loosely to the boy “He passed out in the car.”
You didn’t think anything could hurt worse than having a broken heart. But having it re-broken while it was healing definitely sucked.
“He’s drunk.” You state firmly, “As much as I appreciate the visit, he needs to go home.” Topper doesn’t even look to Sarah this time, spilling the information on his own accord.
“It’s not the first time, Y/N.” His voice lowers as Rafe jolted awake, looking around at them all before his eyes lock onto yours.
“Y/N…” You can hear his voice trail off, despite his outbursts earlier, he seems completely out of things to say.
“Hi, Rafe.” You keep your voice steady. You already know you’re going to give in, to help him, it’s like he’s your weakness. “Are you feeling better?”
You notice his dazed eyes, staring into yours and call for his attention again.
“Hm?” He blinks rapidly, just seeing you seems to sober him up enough for him to sit up straighter in his chair, holding himself.
“Are you feeling better?” He nods, and Sarah gentle places her arm on his shoulder.
“Um, me and Top are gonna sit in the car.” You nod at her. It’s been nearly a year since he broke up with you, and you hadn’t spoken since. Neither of you knew how this was going to go, so it was probably better you were alone. You hear the door close to your left, signalling that Kiara left as well.
“So.” You can feel the tension in the air. You had never seen Rafe so broken, and part of you wanted to say that he deserved it. “What happened tonight?”
“What do you mean?” Rafe’s face scrunched in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing together and his gaze drops. “What happened tonight?”
You sigh, standing from in front of him and moving away to rest against the table.
“Apparently you had some kind of episode?”
His head snaps up to look at you. Some form of recognition coats his face and he looks around, seeming to focus on anything but you. Maybe what Topper said was true, maybe this had happened before.
The cold air finally hits you now that you’re not overcome with worry. Your body having an uncontrollable shiver. And you wrap your arms around yourself.
Without thinking, Rafe moves to take off his jacket, having his left arm completely out of its sleeve and moving onto his right before either of you realise what’s happening, letting the jacket drop back onto his shoulders.
You have to do it. You try to hype yourself up, telling yourself that you deserve to know. If his immediate response when you shake is to give you his jacket, then you deserve to know why he broke up with you.
“Why’d you do it, Rafe?” And just like that he curls back into himself, hunching over with his elbows on his knees, hands clasp together tightly. “If nothing else, can I please get a why?”
He tilts his head up, looking at you through his lashes. You can see the moonlight shine in his eyes, his waterline having the slightest hint of tears. And god all you want to do is comfort him but you’re the one he hurt; he shouldn’t be the one crying.
“I don’t want to scare you.”
At this, you scoff, suddenly not caring about keeping your emotionless ideaologies.
“Fuck, Rafe.” You push off the table, “I was a pogue in kook territory every time I was with you. I had to come home every night to my father and brother going at me for hanging around Rafe Cameron. I went to your parties, got to know your friends. I changed my life for you.”
“No, Rafe, you don’t.” He sits back in his chair, running his hand through his hair, pushing away the remnants of his long-forgotten gel. “I would have done anything for you. And you broke it off because you thought you’d scare me? What did you do, murder someone?” You’re proud of yourself, you didn’t even raise your voice.
“No.” You look questioningly at him, slowly getting tired of him tiptoeing around your simple statement. He looked at you, straight in the eye his emotions broke through his façade “I loved you.”
Whatever you were expecting, it was not that. Your heart leapt into your throat and your knees nearly buckled beneath you.
“Rafe.” But this time he cut you off.
“Please, just,” He looks at you in a way you could only remember “just let me talk?”
You nod, swallowing slowly before leaning back on the table.
“You were so good to me. You were kind and you looked after me, you talked me down when I wanted to do something stupid and you would hype me up when I needed it.” You watch him as he tips his head back, trying to swallow back his emotion. “You were perfect, and – and it scared me. I was talking to my sister – I know right – and she said how every time she got close with someone she freaked out and pushed them away. And something in my brain just told me that was what I needed to do. You knew me too well, you could control me, I’d – I’d do anything for you; and it scared me.”
You can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest and your body kicked into overdrive, but only one thought ran through your mind. You step forward, standing barely a foot from the chair Rafe is sitting on.
“Can I talk now?” He swallows again, nodding his head slightly, tilting his body forward – he could always read your body language better than anyone. “I loved you too.”
His hands tighten around the cheap plastic armrests, his heart clenching as his brain comprehends the past tense.
“But what about now?” You barely shuffle forward as you ask, you shouldn’t be acting like shy tweens, but its all your body can manage. The tension in your body shrinking away. “How do you feel now?”
He leans forward, licking his lips to try to stop them from drying out with his heavy breathing. His knees spread slightly, leaving more room for you – should you take it.
“I love you.” He breathes it out, testing the feeling on his tongue as the words roll out. He smiles as you move into the space between his legs, leaning down to place your hands on the armrests next to his. He can breathe in the heavenly scent of your perfume for the first time since its traces left the pillows he curled into at night.
You smirk as his body falls against the back of the chair, his head tilting back to meet your angle.
“Yeah?” You breathe out over his lips, inching your way closer to him.
“Yeah.” His hands move from their place next to yours to settle on your hips, fitting perfectly. His touch sending electricity through your body.
“I love you too.”
You crash your lips into his. You push your weight down onto your arms as you feel yourself crumbling into him.
Your lips glide over each other, your chapped working perfectly against his smooth. His hand moves your spine, tracing patterns against your back before moving back down to hold your hips tighter.
Your teeth capture his bottom lip as you pull away, breathing heavy. You rest your forehead against his, your shallow pants meeting in the small space left between your lips.
“Yeah, Sarah!” You jump away from Rafe as you see Kiara’s laughing figure in the doorway, “They’re fine!”
Summary: You drown your sorrows and JJ comforts you.
This was meant to be angsty but it ended up being super fluffy.
Warnings: underage drinking, little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. This is really short lol.
There are points in your life where it seems like life has kicked you down one too many times. The point where everything feels out of control and all you can do is sit back and watch it all burn.
Sometimes, in those moments, the only way to cope with it is to try to feel as little as possible.
That’s why when JJ suggested having a keg party at the boneyard, you jumped at the opportunity.
You lost count of the amount of drinks you’d had. It clearly was more than usual, because you felt like you were moving in thick syrup. Your vision spun, and you looked around at the party while cradling your cup.
“Hey, you don’t look so good,” Pope reached across to pull the cup out of your hand, but you jerked back in retaliation.
“M’ fine, just…just tired.” You mumbled and sighed, and Pope hesitantly backed off.
At first, the alcohol had made your body feel electric, and you felt like you were on a high. But what goes up must come down, and you could feel the negative thoughts leaking into your brain.
Kie gave you a weird look, but didn’t voice her concern just yet.
You took another long sip from your cup, desperately trying to get rid of the thoughts that were overtaking your brain. It didn’t seem to be working anymore.
You began to stumble away from the group, going to look for a refill. The sand underneath your feet made it hard to walk, and you tripped over your own feet for a few steps before giving up and plopping down. You lifted your gaze upwards and stared at the stars in the sky.
You didn’t realize you were crying until you tasted the saltiness on your lips.
“Ugh, fuck.” You wiped furiously at your face, pissed at your failed attempt to drown your feelings.
You saw someone plop down beside you in your peripheral vision, but you didn’t bother turning your head to look at them.
“Kie told me to check up on you.”
Oh. It was JJ.
“I’m good, consider me checked up on.” You tried laughing, but it came out dry and bitter.
“Come on, what’s on your mind?” He had a blunt between his lips and he took a drag from it before blowing out. You held out your hand and he placed it between your fingers.
Summary: Both Harry and his daughter being really bad at keeping secrets and you spending all day trying to get one of them to spill out what Harry has planned for your birthday
Warnings: nope none, just laddy lads being lads and doing what lads do
Harry has been planning this for the past few weeks leading up to your birthday. It should of been simple. All he had to do was get you out of the house for a bit and then put his plan into motion. But that was easier said than done. He knew you knew he was planning something but he could only hope you hadn’t figured it out yet.
First problem was waking up his daughter without her putting up a fight or throwing a tantrum. This usually proved to be challenging.
“C’mon bug,” he murmured while gently lifting the covers off her.
“No I don’t wanna,” she said wiping at her eyes.
“But it’s mamas big day, can’t miss it now can we? Please love, you get to give ‘er her present.” That woke her right up. “First we’re going to make breakfast.”
“M’kay, I’m hungry.” She held his hand and followed him down the stairs to the kitchen.
“What d’ ya think she’d like?”
He quickly got to work on some pancakes and after a while Lizzie asked if she could help. He set her up on the counter and let her mix the batter, more of it ended up on the floor rather than in the bowl but that was okay.
You lazily made your way down the stairs in one of Harry’s T-shirts, hearing giggling coming from the kitchen. Your arms wrapped around Harry’s torso causing him to turn, spatula in hand.
“Mornin’ love, me and Lizzie were just down ‘ere makin’ you some breakfast.”
“Wonder why, it’s not like there’s any special occasion..”
“Yeah huh momma! It’s your birthday!” Lizzie shouted.
“Huh guess I totally forgot. Thank you for reminding me baby,” you picked her up as she hugged you and shouted a ‘happy birthday’ to you. “Sooo, what did you get me?”
“Uhhh, oh yeah we got you a-“ Harry tensed up and quickly took Lizzie from your arms, silencing her with a ‘shhh! We can’t tell her! That would ruin the surprise.’ “Right, you can’t know yet mama.”
“Hmm something tells me I will find out before the days over.” You whispered in Harry’s ear. “Care to indulge me Haz?”
“Nope, not getting anything outta me,” he said placing a kiss on your pouting lips. “Now go sit down, your pancakes are almost done.”
Breakfast went by with still no hints of the big present, but you weren’t giving up yet.
Harry had given you a smaller present right after breakfast but not without Lizzie practically vibrating in her seat then letting out a small ‘it’s a new ring’ before you opened the box.
“Haz it’s beautiful, and it’s my birthstone.”
“That’s not all, you’ve got the whole day to shop wherever all expense paid by yours truly. And before you say anythin’, I already called some of your friends and they are determined to make ya go.”
“You’re just tryna get me outta the house aren’t you mister?”
He gasped and placed a hand I over his heart, “What an accusation, I would never. Now go get ready! We haven’t got all day.” He said with a smile.
“How about you tell me what you got me first and then maybe I’m consider getting ready.” You tried to pursuade.
“Sorry love, my lips are sealed.”
After ushering you out of the house he quickly rounded up Lizzie and explained the plan. They were gonna go to the shelter and finally adopt the puppy you all had fell in love with when you visited. Then he would need to buy a bed, food and all the other dog necessities and set them up, which Lizzie automatically claimed her role of picking out the prettiest dog bed she could.
Nothing could go wrong, right?
You got home from your trip with lots and lots of bags adorning each arm. But what you were most excited for was whatever harry had a home.
Chaos was all you could hear coming from the spare room. You made your way to the door, opening it slowly to reveal your 4 year old daughter and husband desperately trying to wrestle a throw pillow from a small puppy. Only your daughter didn’t appear to be much help, encouraging the puppy in a game of tug-o-war. Other pillows were strung about the room, some ripped in places and others completely torn apart.
“No no, stop! Drop it,” Harry tried reasoning with the wiggling ball of fur, who ultimately ignored him.
“Mama!” She screamed and ran to hug your legs. “We got you a puppy! You know the one you liked at the store.”
“I can see that sweetheart,” you hugged her back then walked over to the puppy, who upon seeing you let go of the pillow and attempted to jump up too you. “Why hello there little baby, would you like to go outside?” You scooped up the puppy, handing it off to your daughter then nudging her in the direction of the door. “I’m gonna help daddy clean up and they we can play with him outside and pick out a name, ok sweetie?”
“Alright mama,” she struggled to hold the puppy but managed to make her way down stairs.
“Surprise?” Harry said half heartedly holding open his arms. You shook your head with a smile and walked into his embrace. “Well this didn’t go exactly as I planned it.” He huffed out.
“But it works perfectly for our family,” you picked a loose feather from his hair that must of ended up there when the pillow exploded.
“Were you at least a little surprised?”
“Mmh, not in the slightest. Your daughter told me all about this little plan yesterday. Well, to be honest she told me you were definitely not getting a puppy.”
a/n: this is my first fic ahh!! if you have any requests please send them to me. i want to start writing more. :))
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The jet rides back to Quantico never failed to make Y/N happy. It was nice to have some down time after solving a case, before inevitably getting sent off to another one. The team would have little conversations here and there, occasionally a game or two would occur, but usually, the tiresome agents would doze off, finally getting some rest after feverishly working on a case for days.
Y/N sat in the same seat every flight, which just so happened to be right next to a certain doctor, Dr. Spencer Reid. You had become close friends soon after you had joined the BAU. If you two didn’t spend the whole flight playing chess, or talking about anything under the sun, you were usually asleep, your head comfortably resting on his shoulder.
Of course, the rest of your team always noticed, and they never passed up an opportunity to tease both of you about it. You just ignored them, hoping Spencer was doing the same.
request: hi i was wondering if you could write a fluffy loki imagine where maybe he’s like an ass to everyone but just kinda claims the reader as like his favorite person or something and honestly you don’t even have to stick to that i’d just love a fluffy loki if you could thank you!
warnings: some swearing, very fluffy
(gotta love fluffy loki. the best loki. also, this is a bit long so i’m sorry about that hehe)
The main thing you loved about the Avengers, your lovely teammates, was the fact that each one had something that set them a part from the rest. Bruce’s buzzing brain, Tony’s ego, Nat’s confidence, and so on. You adored every single one of them.
And what they adored about you was that you were always the “empathetic” Avenger. The one who believed in second changes. In never judging a book by its cover. And the one who believed people could genuinely change for the better. Now, everyone else was also fully aware of the fact that you could easily kick anyone’s ass with your powers or wit. Or both at the same time. But your welcoming, trusting personality definitely shined. Most of your teammates loved you for it, even if they teased you endlessly for being the nice one.
But what really threw your team off was the way you allowed Loki onto the team so easily with no doubts. Years after the incident in New York with the God of Mischief, Thor began asking for Loki’s acceptance into the Avengers. He claimed that even under his sarcasm and rolling eyes, he had changed for the better. The whole team was very hesitant, but after tons of psychological evaluations and close screenings, Loki was slowly turned into an Avenger. He’d aided on plenty of missions, proving himself to be good a bit more every time. But the team still wanted to suffocate him to death every once in a while.
Loki didn’t exactly like any of the Avengers, and he felt like none of them liked him either. But a job was a job.
The only exception was you. You’d been the only one throughout his time as an Avenger that never provoked him, or looked at him in a dirty way. Well, it wasn’t like you two even had conversations. You two simply minded your own business around each other. You never trashed him, so he left you alone. Simple as that. You were never one for hating on someone who was trying to change.
It wasn’t until one night after dinner, when Tony provoked an argument with Loki, that you finally had had enough.
“Someone tell me why we let him be an Avenger again. Please?” Tony said after Loki had dramatically left the room.
Clint sighed, “I’ve been saying, he’s too risky after what he did in New York.”
The others chimed in, and even Thor expressed reluctance about his brother. You couldn’t believe your ears. So you suddenly slammed your hands on the table, causing your friends’ head to snap towards you.
“Are you guys fucking kidding me? I wasn’t aware that we were gonna start contemplating kicking people off the team every time we talk back or start a stupid argument.”
Tony crossed his arms, “That’s not what we’re doing. And it is so much more than just the arguments. Loki-“
“No!” You exclaimed, “It isn’t fair to him! It’s not fair at all. How many of us have shitty pasts we’ve moved on from? How many of us have made stupid mistakes that we will probably regret for the rest of our lives? Most likely all of us. But do we give each other horrible looks every time we see each other? No! We forgive each other and ourselves. That’s the thing about us, Tony: we stick together no matter what.”
No one said anything, so you continued, “And I’m fully aware that Loki’s mistakes are probably far worse than anything we’ve ever done, but the message still stands. I mean, how many missions has he helped us on? The amount of close security and psych evaluations he’s been through just to be part of the team? It’s been years, for fucks sake. Yes, he can be a dick to some of you sometimes, but that’s just him. It’s no reason to continue to hate his guts. Do you guys remember the mission France like 5 months ago that almost went wrong? Loki saved my life. I was this close to being killed. If he hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be here today with you guys. So I think we owe him some thanks. Especially me.”
You were heated by that point. Everyone continued to stay completely silent, so you stood up.
“I-I’m gonna head to bed now. Just wanted to let y’all know you’re being a bit hypocritical,” And you walked away, catching just a ghost of a smile on Nat’s face.
“Jesus, I think she’s heard one too many of Steve’s speeches,” Rhodey muttered, earning a shove from Steve himself.
But what you didn’t know while you walked away, was that Loki had been standing in the other room, hearing every word you’d just said.
Over a week passed since your monologue at the dinner table. No one really mentioned anything about it afterwards, which you were really grateful. All you got was a random pat on the back from Steve and him saying, “We’re all proud of you, kiddo.”
You made your way into the kitchen, which was currently being used by most of your team. 9am in the tower’s kitchen on days off were always pretty hectic. Wearing your usual workout outfit, you made your way towards the mug cabinet.
You were the only one on the team that avoided coffee at all costs. Tea was your go-to. The only other person like you in that aspect was Loki. He was the kind of person you’d caught making tea at 2 in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.
As you reached for the mugs, you realized your favorite one - a minnie mouse one you’d bought at Disney World years ago - was nowhere to be seen. You were pretty sure you’d just put it away last night after helping Tony with the dishes.
You turned around to see Loki, still in his forest green silk robe, holding out your well-loved mug in his hand. You could smell your usual green tea steaming out of the mug.
You stood in shock more a moment before snapping out of your thoughts and taking the mug from him carefully.
“Oh, thank you,” You smiled genuinely. You could feel Nat’s gaze on you a few feet away at the waffle-maker. In fact, a few of the team members’ eyes flickered towards your interaction. Loki’s face remained neutral as he went back to making his own cup of tea.
Thor, noticing this, yawned, “Brother, could you please pour me a cup of-“
“No,” Loki walked out of the room with his tea in one hand, and book in the other. Thor’s mouth slightly fell, glancing back from the cup of tea in your hands to Loki. Steve snorted from the stool next to Thor.
What the fuck just happened? You made your way towards the gym a few floors down with confusion on your face. But mostly warmth in your heart.
The next day, Loki had your green tea waiting for you in your favorite mug once again. And you didn’t hesitate to give him your signature smile and a sweet “thank you”, even if you were a bit taken aback.
And he continued to do this for the next few days. Every morning, without fail. Green tea. Minnie Mouse mug.
At this point, Nat definitely became more aware. She pulled you aside after a while with slightly mischief in her eyes.
“Are you two friends?” She asked genuinely.
“Nat, it’s just tea.”
“Yeah, except Loki’s never even bothered to do something like that with the rest of us. Never.”
You shrugged, “He isn’t Satan. He’s capable of nice things.”
Nat chucked, “Not like this. And it’s just with you. He practically begged you have you as a partner during our last mission.”
It was true, although you wouldn’t exactly say ‘beg’. But he had been pretty adamant on having you as his partner for the mission. He’d asked you kindly first before letting Tony know. In the moment, you hadn’t thought much of it. But looking back at it, you now realized how genuine his actions had been. And you two made a hell of a team that day.
“Maybe he heard your speech that other night,” She smirked, walking away before winking at you. You stood there dumbfounded with a slight redness growing in your cheeks.
That afternoon, with your work done for the day, you made your way towards the main living room with your current book in your hands.
Upon entering the room, you should see Loki’s figure on the couch. He was slightly bent over which only meant he was probably reading as well. You hesitated, but made your way over anyways.
“Is it okay if I read here, too?” You asked quietly. Loki glanced up at you, nodding softly.
“Of course.” Was all he said. You gave him a ghost of a smile before plopping down the the other couch a few feet away. His eyes promptly followed you as you turned to the page marked by your bookmark. You began reading calming, posing no threat to him, so he continued his reading too. Loki felt quite at peace with the sun setting, your soft breathing, and his favorite book in his lap. And the best part: the rest of the Avengers were nowhere to be seen.
“What are you reading?” Your voice sounded softly. Loki placed a finger to mark where he last read before glancing up at you. You feared he’d be pissed off for the interruption, so you continued.
“I mean, I’ve seen you carry that book around for a while now. And it’s all worn out…which usually means it’s a good book,” You chuckled.
Loki watched you carefully before smirking, “Indeed. It’s called Pride and Prejudice. I’ve been told it’s a classic amongst mortals. Have you read it?”
Your face suddenly lit up. Your book was suddenly set aside as you leaned forward excitedly. Loki, although he would never admit it out loud, loved the sparkle forming in your glorious eyes.
“Yes!” You said, “Oh, it’s one of my all time favorites. The movie, too.”
Loki quirked an eyebrow, “There’s a movie? Well, I’ll have to watch that once I’m done with reading it.”
“So you like the book?”
“…Yes. I’m about three-quarters done with it. I have to say, it is rather enjoyable.”
You leaned back against the couch, gazing dreamily at the ceiling, “I’m a sucker for those kinds of romance stories. And I like to think I’m quite like Elizabeth Bennet.”
Loki squinted, “I think so, too.” You lifted your head slightly, making eye contact with the raven-haired God. The soft gaze on his face seemed to mean well, so you allowed for your cheeks to grow a light shade of red.
“Well,” You smiled, looking down at your book, “Let’s get back to reading, yeah?”
Loki nodded, but made sure to keep his eyes on your for a few seconds longer before opening to his page once more.
Another couple week passed, and Tony decided to call a ‘very urgent team meeting that has nothing to do with actual team stuff’.
You entered the kitchen where the rest of your teammates were sitting or standing around, chattering amongst themselves. Tony was waiting until everyone arrived before sharing what he needed to say. You slid on a stool next to Nat.
Bucky and Bruce showed up a minute or so later, which meant practically everyone was there. You looked around for the only missing person: Loki. But before you could say anything, the familiar God walked in with Tony followed a few feet behind.
“Alright,” Tony clapper his hands, “Glad we’re all here.” He walked into the kitchen where he served himself some liquor before turning to the rest of you. You felt Loki come up behind you, before situating himself right next to you.
You looked up at him, smiling softly, “Hi.”
“Hello,” He spoke extremely lowly, yet his eyes brightened just a bit more. You felt even more tiny compared to him now that you were sitting and him standing.
“So…what’s this meeting for?” Bruce asked.
“Great question,” Tony said, “I have decided that after tireless back-to-back missions these past few days…we all deserve a treat. That’s why I booked a reservation to the fanciest restaurant within a twenty minute drive. It’s at 8, so I want all of us ready to leave by 7:40.”
“God, Tony you know I hate when you plan stuff like this last minute,” Bruce stressed.
Tony shrugged, “It’s not like any of you losers had plans. Now, go get ready. You’ve all got less than two hours.”
You sighed, “The fanciest place in the city? I hope you’re paying.” A few chuckles sounded from your teammates.
“I wasn’t joking,” You looked at Tony.
The genius rolled his eyes, “Obviously I’m paying. Now, go! All of you. Shoo. Jesus, you try to do a nice thing and people still ask questions-“
Everyone groaned, getting up from their spots and leaving to their rooms to get prepared for the big night. You sent Loki a sympathic glance before going to your floor. You knew he hated going out.
So that’s how you ended up wearing your nicest white, tight-fitting dress that ended a few inches above your knee. It had a long, thick golden embellishment traveling from the bottom to your top left shoulder. It was very classy. And paired with golden heels, you truly felt otherworldly.
You, Nat, and Wanda were all up in each other’s bedrooms, trying to decide each other’s hair and makeup. Wanda was especially skilled with eyeshadow looks for some reason. And Nat more with hair. Your two blessings, you called them.
You three joined the rest of the guys in front of tower, all piling in the long, iconic Stark limo. You definitely hadn’t missed the look Loki gave you as you walked past him to get into the vehicle. He didn’t say anything, so neither did you. You just sent him your signature smile.
Champagne was passed around once in the limo with flashing lights. You were squished between Thor and Loki, which wasn’t exactly a complaint. Thor was cracking jokes to you and calling you “my lady” the entire ride. It was a blast, and you hadn’t even arrived yet. Loki on the other hand, stayed quiet as a mouse. He only said “thank you” when you passed him a glass, and that was it.
Upon arriving, your breath was almost taken away at how fancy the restaurant truly was. Tony never disappointed. Your team’s reserved table had each seat labeled with each of your names on paper.
Nobody noticed, but Loki created an illusion to switch you and Bucky’s seats so you’d be sitting next to him.
Loki allowed you to slide into your chair first before sitting down next to you. He immediately reached for the menu. Seeing that there weren’t enough left for you, you silently read over his shoulder. Without saying anything, he slightly lowered the menu to give you a better look.
Hours passed, and the entire table had fallen a bit tipsy. You were stuffed with more than enough raviolis and champagne. You even accidentally hiccuped while trying to tell a story to the rest, but everyone teased you so much for it, you couldn’t even finish what you were going to say. But how could you be mad? You were having the funniest, and most lovely night of your life with your second family. The rest of the restaurant probably hated all of your guts for your loudness and endless laughter, but none of you cared.
“I’ll be back,” Loki had whispered from beside you. You turned your head, watching him walk away towards the restaurant’s balcony doors. You looked back at your team, seeing they were all occupied with themselves, and followed Loki.
Feeling the fresh breeze outside somehow made you and your bloating feel a bit better. You spotted the familiar dark-haired man gazing out at the buzzing city at the edge of the balcony.
You sucked in a breath before speaking, “May I join you?”
He looked back, “Of course.”
It was always of course, you thought.
Your heels clattered lightly on the tile floor as you made your way next to him. You didn’t know if it was the champagne in your system, but you found yourself standing extremely close, touching shoulders with Loki. But he didn’t make any efforts to move away.
“You seemed awfully quiet during dinner. Is everything okay?” You asked.
Loki looked at his hands, “Just not the ‘going out’ type, remember?” You nodded, looking back at the skyline.
“You know, Loki,” you said, “I never properly thanked you for saving my life back in France months ago.”
You’d had a couple slip ups in missions before, but the entire team remembered that traumatic mission in France extremely well. You truly had been on the verge of dying. So close. But Loki had gotten in there and saved your ass. And Loki remembered, too. But it hurt him too much to think back on it. He’d been so close to never seeing your bright smile, or your infectious giggles again.
The alcohol in your system didn’t stop you from rambling, “I know I’m late, like, months late, but I just wanted you to know. I am so thankful. I literally owe you my life-“
“You don’t owe me anything, Y/N, heavens,” Loki watched you with a concerned gaze.
You blushed, “Well, I needed to get it off my chest. So, thank you Loki.”
“Well, I couldn’t afford losing the only person on this team I can somewhat stand.”
Your eyes flickered to his, seeing him wear an amused smirk on his face.
“I’m-I’m your favorite Avenger?” You teased. The God rolled his eyes.
Your smile was making your cheeks burn, “FYI…you’re my favorite, too. Well, maybe next to Nat.”
Loki let out a small, breathy laugh. You joined in, making him stare at you once more. His stare was so intense, you didn’t know what to do except awkwardly stare back.
Loki wanted more. He yearned to hear your voice again. So that’s why he said the next thing without thinking.
“You look beautiful tonight. Well, every day, of course. I forgot to tell you when you walked of your room a couple of hours ago, so I’m letting you know now.”
You were so thankful it was dark out, for you just knew that the look on your face was embarassing. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“I think you’re beautiful, too,” You blurted. Loki gave you the softest gaze you’ve ever seen, so you couldn’t help but carefully place your hand on of top his.
Loki tenderly lifted your hand before pressing his lips to the tip of your fingers. All you could do was watch, breathless. He set your hand down before grabbing both sides of your face, and pressing another soft kiss, but to your forehead this time.
“That’s why we’re each other’s favorites,” He smiles cheekily at you.
summary: you work at a little library, and spencer reid, who frequents the place, is trying to build up the courage to talk to you.
a/n: a bit of a shorter fic! i could definitely see myself writing a part 2 to this, so if anybody wants that, just ask! thank you all for love on my previous fic, i definitely wasn’t expecting that. 🥺💕
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The two of you had met in a little library in DC, where you worked as a librarian. Spencer had come in a few times before, secretly admiring you from afar, but he never had the courage to talk to you. He made the mistake of asking Morgan for advice, to which he told the awkward doctor to just be straightforward and ask you out, which was a lot easier said than done.
After thinking on it for a few days, he decided that he would do it. He would ask you out. The next day, he found himself sitting at his usual table in the library, reading a book just like any other day. Well, not really. Honestly, he wasn’t reading at all, just pretending to as to not arouse any suspicion. He was frantically going over what he was going to say to you, over and over again.
Summary: Reader has been married to Chris Evans for the last seven years, she and their five year old son, Tommy, have made a cake for him for the last three Father’s Days. Reader feels incredibly grateful for her boys on days like these.
warnings: this is so fluffy, no warnings to my knowledge! :)
a/n: It’s Father’s Day and I can’t stop thinking about Chris Evans’ dad energy after watching Defending Jacob soooo I wrote this, hope you guys like it!!
“No honey! Make sure to crack the eggs over the bowl every time! You don’t want the egg to be wasted do you?”
“No, Mommy! I’m sorry!” your five year old son says, grabbing another egg to break into the mixing bowl. It’s the night before Father’s Day and as tradition has it, you and your son are making a cake for your loving husband and Tommy’s amazing father, Chris Evans. You and Chris have been married for seven ￼￼years now, and you’re so incredibly lucky to have him. He’s incredibly lucky to have you as well, and you never let him forget that. A crack followed by a plopping noise breaks you out of your thoughts, looking down to see a cracked egg on the floor. “Mommy, I’m sorry! It wasn’t me! It was Dodger!” You laugh despite yourself, you’ll never get tired of hearing your son’s excuses, most of them involving Chris’ adorable dog.
“Oh honey it’s okay, let’s just clean it up quickly so we can continue making this cake for daddy! How does that sound?”
Can you do a request about Spencer x Reader , some fluffy of course😌✌🏼 maybe something involving the quarantine/social distancing.🥰💓[[MORE]]
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spencer reid x gender neutral reader
warnings: mentions of Covid-19
word count: 1.2 k
a/n: i’ve been wanting to do a quarantined Spencer x reader fic so thank you so much for this request!! i hope you like it!! my next two fics i have planned are a part two to Any Reccomendations, and a bi!Spencer x bi!Reader fic. I’m not sure if it’ll be female, gender neutral, or male, so if anyone has a preference, let me know! love you all. :))
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Spencer often rambled. That was common knowledge. In fact, it was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. While others were often annoyed at what they saw as nothing but pointless facts, you had always found whatever he said interesting, and listened intently whenever he went on his tangents.
The topics weren’t allows the most exciting, but the young genius was always so passionate about whatever he spoke of, that it really didn’t matter what it was he was rambling on about. He could’ve been talking about the chemical makeup of a grape and you’d be hooked on every word.
That was until the stay at home order was announced, and you and your chatty boyfriend had been quarantined in your shared apartment.
It was easy at first, the two of you enjoying the time off from your normally busy life. Him being an FBI profiler, and you being a social worker, both of you had gotten used to the fact that there would be nights in which either of you would be sleeping alone. That’s not to say that your busy schedules were an issue, that kind of dynamic had become natural for you.
After a few weeks, the apartment seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the day. You both still had plenty of work to do, which left little time to clean up the mass amounts of clutter which accumulated over the weeks at home.
You did your best to have dinner together every night, whether that was a home cooked meal or just some takeout. And every night, Spencer would tell you all about the updated statistics on Covid-19, which was beginning to get on your nerves.
The worldwide pandemic stressed you out enough by itself, and Spencer telling you about the exponential growth of the virus wasn’t helping with your paranoia.
“As of today there are 1.87 million confirmed cases, but there could potentially be triple that number. There are a lot of people who are asymptomatic, so they could be transferring the virus without even knowing it. Add that to the people unable to get tested for one reason or another, and we’re looking at numbers that could reach up to 4 million.” He rambled on, not touching the Olive Garden you had picked up for dinner.
“A lot of viruses similar to Covid-19 become dormant during the hot seasons, so it’s not unlikely that the virus will spike back up when winter comes. It’s really quite interesting…” He continued on, but you began to tune him out.
You couldn’t listen to him talk about the pandemic in such a casual manner anymore. This wasn’t just a number or a graph, this was real, innocent people getting sick and dying. The thought made you queasy, and your brain couldn’t take any more of it.
“But any who, that’s pretty much everything on what’s going on right now in terms of Covid-19. What are your opinions on the matter, Y/N?” He shifted his attention back to you, as if he had just then remembered that he was telling all of this to a real person, and not just rambling to himself.
“Y/N?” He repeated, waving a hand in front of your expressionless face. You snapped back into reality. You had really spaced out there for a second.
“Yeah, Spence?” You lazily responded, rubbing your eyes. He moved his gaze down to the table, a frown forming on his face. You weren’t listening.
“It’s nothing. Never mind.” He mumbled. He then finally picked up his fork to take his first bite of the meal, only to find that it was cold. He glanced over at the clock. His rant lasted for over 35 minutes.
You sighed, and took your plate to the kitchen, seeing as you had finished your dinner while Spencer went on about mutations and what not.
Once you had washed your dishes, you walked back out to the dining room, and placed a light kiss on Spencer’s head. “I’m going to go to bed, is that alright?”
He silently nodded. How hadn’t he noticed this? Were you always so disassociated during his little tangents? He turned around, watching you make your way into the bedroom.
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As soon as you had entered the room, you flopped onto the bed. You were too mentally exhausted to do anything else.
You brought your knees up to your chest, curling up under the blanket. Despite your annoyance with him, you still wished that he was there with you.
Not even 5 minutes later, you heard the door creak open, and the gentle footsteps of Spencer. Without saying a word, he lied down next to you.
You were now face to face with the young genius, your noses only a few inches apart. He studied your features, and you blankly stared into his eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” It wasn’t a demand, more of a plea. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
You broke the eye contact for a moment, then exhaled slowly. “I’m scared.”
You didn’t need to say anything more. It finally clicked in his brain, and his heart dropped.
“Of Covid-19?” He replied. You slowly nodded, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. It was probably an irrational fear, but you just couldn’t help be in constant fear of catching the virus.
“You know, it’s unlikely you’d catch it. We’re very cautious. The probability of either of us-“ His gaze met yours. Your Y/E/C eyes that were usually so full of life were now dark and dull.
“I’m sorry.” Spencer whispered. You didn’t respond, instead forcing out a weak smile.
“Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve stopped talking, you know.”
“I know.” You mumbled. “I also know how much you enjoy sharing your knowledge. And I know that there a lot of people don’t appreciate that as much as they should. I never want to interrupt you, you already get enough of that as it is.”
Spencer tried to read your expression. Exhaustion, desperation, and a hint of guilt. It pained him to see you like that, especially because he was partly to blame. He peppered kisses along your forehead, cheeks, nose, and then finally, gently pressed his soft lips to yours.
“I love you.” He whispered, as if it were a secret only to be heard by the two of you.
You kissed his nose and snuggled your head into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his body.
You didn’t need to say anything else. Your actions spoke for themselves. He kissed the top of your head and rested his arms around you, squeezing you ever so lightly.
creds to @reminiscing-writer for the idea <33 this is just a close friendship fic, no romance in this one :((
word count: 736 words
“so our unsub is leaving sunflowers in the mouth of each victim.” you frowned, and spence turned to you. “did you know the sunflowers, helianthus, is a genus of plants comprising about 70 species? except for three species in south america, all helianthus species are native to north america and central america. we need to figure out what species of helianthus the unsub is growing. he’s probably growing the flowers himself because-” “we got it spence.” jj glanced at him and he quickly fell silent, clearing his throat. your smile from hearing him ramble dropped and you focused on something else.
an hour later, you got the particular species from the lab, and spence was right, nobody in the area was selling that particular sunflower species, so he must be growing it himself. “so now we check for sunflower gardens?” you frowned and morgan leaned forward. “baby girl, check the local area for sunflower gardens. street light cameras, doorbell cameras, anything.” “i’m on it sweet cheeks.” she confirmed and hung up.
“what i find odd is that this unsub only uses sunflowers. they must have some special connection to him.” emily stood up, hand on her chin as she thought. “we profiled this unsub as a severe narcissist right?” spence spoke and hotch nodded. “what if the unsub faced a severe rejection before turning into a narcissist?” you interrupted spence, and he glanced at you, smiling. “that what what i was about to say. i think maybe the person who rejected him had something to do with sunflowers.”
“how about this? our unsub got rejected by a girl after he asked her out. the girl probably liked sunflowers?” “that could be it.” hotch looked at you and you nodded. “so through the neighbor’s ring, i found one peter thomson, he has a sunflower garden in his backyard and is the only one in the area our unsub has been killing.” “send us the address baby girl.” “already on your phones.”
“let’s go.” jj rushed out the door and you followed with the rest of your team. “hey spence?” you asked him on the jet back to quantico after catching the unsub. he had put up a fight, but morgan and emily got to his head and he surrendered, letting go of the girl he was about to murder. “yeah?” he glanced at you and you smiled sadly at him.
“i’m sorry i cut you off before.” “it’s fine, it’s nothing new.” he glanced at his lap and your heart melted. how could anyone ignore someone like spence? he was the most perfect person you could think of, and the way he knew so much about everything and anything was just so useful for this line of work.
“spence, i want you to ramble to me.” “really?” he glanced up almost shyly, his eyes completely melting you. “i love listening to you talk.” “well then.” he straightened up, beaming at you and starting to ramble about sunflowers.
you got a glazed look in your eyes, watching him talk with his hand, the facts shooting out of his mouth faster than you could comprehend. “she’s almost asleep pretty boy.” morgan teased and you rolled your eyes at him. “let spence have his moment.”
morgan put his hands up and went back to chatting with jj and dave while you listened to spence ramble. your thoughts drifted to how your team treated spence, and your face dropped a little. how could someone not appreciate spence? he was so precious, like a puppy dog that was always eager to please. half the time he’s the one that solves the entire case anyways, the team wouldn’t even function at half their ability without spence.
“…and they’re also…” spence’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you focused back on him, smiling. as his ramble came to an end, he looked at you hesitantly. “i didn’t bore you did i?” you reached over to take his hand, staring straight into his eyes.
“spence you could never bore me.” “thanks y/n.” he smiled at you, sensing the sincerity behind the remark and his eyes drifted down to your intertwined hands. “oh- sorry.” you pulled back but he reached to grab your hand again. “no, it’s ok. you’re my best friend y/n.” the smile he gave you at that moment made everything in the entire world perfect and you wished that he’d smile at you like that forever.
requested: nope, but pls feel free to send those in!
summary: during a rainy night in bed, you simply fawn over loki’s hands.
warnings: fluffy…and a bit suggestive ;) hehe
Being quarantined had gotten the better of you. In the beginning, you busied yourself with all sorts of baking recipes, quick at-home workouts, and lots of movies. But those things could only hold your attention for so long. You became more anxious at the virus only growing. You stressed over the simplest things, and got bored much too easily.
But one thing was for sure: you were never bored of Loki. The God of Mischief - who also happened to be your dear boyfriend - was most definitely the only thing keeping you sane while on lockdown. When your movies got dragged on and boring, you simply would just turn the time into a makeout session with Loki on your couch. When your banana bread baking just wasn’t easing your anxieties anymore, Loki was there to hug you from behind and let you know that you were never alone.
You fell asleep in Loki’s arms at night, and you’d be in the same spot in the morning. His smell, his soft breathing, his icy skin…it was the only constant thing 24/7 that you truly were thankful for. How could one ever get sick of Loki’s kisses? Of his touches? Or his whispered poems he’d make up on the spot to help you sleep at night? He was an angel to you. God-sent…even though he was a God himself.
Oh, his touches.
On one night during your quarantine together, rain decided to hit your city hard. The rumbling of thunder was constant, but somewhat peaceful. It helped that you were able to enjoy it in the arms of the man you loved.
“Are you sure it isn’t just Thor fucking with us?” You said, referring to the thunder. The entire backside of your body was pressed nicely into Loki, who was spooning you. You could feel his chilly skin against your clothes, but you’d grown to love it more than warmth while cuddling. The icy feel was a reminder of him. And his touch.
Loki snorted lazily from practically above your head, “Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s like that when he’s bored. And he gets bored quite easily.”
You chucked softly. Letting out a lazy sigh, you realized you weren’t tired enough for sleep yet, so you reached for Loki’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. For a split second, Loki assumed it was a gesture asking him to get it off of you, but his thoughts were interuptted as he felt your lips on his knuckles. His head continued to rest behind yours, but his eyes were open now. You were such a curious thing to him.
You began pressing your soft lips onto each of his fingertips. Then you turned his hand over and gave his palm one last kiss. This one lingered a few seconds longer than the ones on his fingers. Loki inhaled, never wanting the feeling of your lips to leave his body.
But after a few seconds, your lips detached, but you didn’t release his hand yet. Instead, you began running your own fingers over his palm lines. You were completely mesmerized in your tracing of his icy hands.
“What are you doing?” Loki whispered gently. There was bliss in his tone. He was enjoying the soft dragging of your fingers more than he should’ve.
You whispered back, “I just love your hands.” Your eyes never left his palm.
“Yes,” You whispered, “They’re just…so pretty.”
Loki was almost at a loss of words, “That’s it, then? It’s my hands that you find…pretty?”
You giggled, rolling to the other side in order you face him.
“I think all of you is pretty. Well, more than pretty. Let’s say otherworldly. But your hands are definitely a favorite of mine.”
Loki would never admit out loud that he found himself slightly blushing in that very moment.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why?”
You took ahold of his hand once again, holding it up in between your faces. “Just look at them. They’re so smooth. And pretty. And soft. And they make me feel nice.”
Loki’s signature sly smirk appeared, “Oh?” His other hand made it’s way over the skin on your waist, slowly dragging it over your breast, up your neck, and settled beneath your jaw. You felt a chill run up your spine, but your teasing smile never faltered.
You gasped, “Not like that! Well, actually, yes like that too. But what I meant is that they make me feel safe.”
You placed a hand atop Loki’s that was on your face. With no hesitation, he intertwined your fingers together with his. Your eyes looked up to Loki’s, which were filled with such softness in them. He truly looked at you like you were the God.
“Well,” Loki rubbed his thumb in a comforting way over your hand, “I’m glad they’ve been at such service to you.”
You smiled, poking his sides gently, “You just make me feel safe, Loki. And-and just…loved, I guess.”
You playfully shoved him, “I hate you. I take it back.”
“Too late for that, my love.” His eyes were deepset onto yours.
His hands began running up and down your upper arm in a soothing way, which almost made your eyes roll to the back of your head. His movement continued, and you allowed yourself to close your eyes just for a moment. After a few seconds, you could feel Loki’s light breaths closer to your face than before.
“When you said I made you feel loved…” He started.
“Yeah?” Your eyes were open again.
His eyes flickered to your lips, “I’m glad I did a good job at that then. It was my intention to make sure you feel loved no matter the day, or situation. I love you.”
You looked at him as if he had stars in his eyes. Such simple words sent nothing but warmth through your body. You took his hand once again, and planted a firm kiss on his knuckles.
“And I love you, Loki. Always.” You scooched forwards just a few inches and set your lips on his. His arms immediately came behind you, holding you with such fierce love, you almost melted. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
Your kiss parted for a split second - so you could catch your breath - before he engulfed you softly once again into another deep kiss.
Somehow you both found Loki’s hands trailing up your waist once again. Loki felt you smirk into the kiss. Neither of you were sleepy anymore.
You broke away with a bit of mischief in your eyes that Loki definitely caught.
“Wanna show me what else those hands can do?”
Let’s just say that Thor’s thunder was not the loudest thing that night.
Summary: Chris is insecure about turning 39, when his girlfriend is slightly younger than him.
A/N: For his birthday bc I love him sm🥺
Also probably really shitty but like, I tried
The sun woke me up from peering into the large bedroom window, the light curtains only diming it slightly. I felt the warmth of a presence next to me and I turned around. I smiled to myself, looking at him, laying on his stomach, face turned towards me. I ran my hands up and down his back softly, not deciding if I wanted to wake him up or not. I guess he decided for himself, seeing his eyes open slightly and a grin forming across his face.
“Good morning.” He said, voice still raspy from waking up.
“Hi.” I said, my hand making its way to his hair, fingers combing through the dark follicles. “Happy Birthday.” I smiled.
He looked at me for a minute before pushing himself up on his hands and repositioning himself on top of me. His head laid on my chest, arms tangling around my middle. He looked up at me from his new spot.
“Thank you.” He said softly.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked.
“You.” He quickly responded.
“Baby.” I said as we both giggled. “I will make you anything for breakfast, we can do anything you want for the day.”
“I’m too depressed to do anything today.” He murmured. I turned my head to look down at him and pulled his chin up to meet my look.
“Why do you say that? It’s your birthday, it’s the most special day of the year.” I said, running my hand up and down his arm, just wanting to be in some sort of comforting contact with him.
“Because…. sweetheart, I’m 39 today. That means, in 365 days, I’ll be 40. 40!” He said.
“And?” I laughed.
“And, I just… don’t feel young anymore.” He sighed.
“I don’t make you feel young?” I pouted. He smiled at me. He looked up and trapped my lips with his. He kissed me for a minute and let go.
“Of course you do, baby. But you actually are, young and healthy. What if I can’t… keep up?” He sighed.
“Chris, I’m only 25.”
“Don’t rub it in. What I would do to be 25 again.” He released himself from me and sat at the end of the bed. I crawled after him, wrapping my legs around his waist behind him and my hands ran up and down his thighs, chin resting on his back.
“What if I can’t keep up with you… in bed? What if I get too tired halfway through and can’t finish? What if I can’t get it hard anymore? What’s going to happen to us?” He asks, worry and pain obvious in his tone.
I sighed and started giving him light kisses on his back.
“I don’t want you to leave me, baby.” He turns towards me, on the verge of tears. I scooted onto his lap, his hands resting on my hips, my hands snaking around his neck.
“Christopher. Robert. Evans. I do not want to hear you talk like that. Baby, you are so very sexy. Just because you are, still a year away from being 40, you are still the sexiest man ever.” I said. Leaning down, I start planting kisses on his ear and down his neck.
“You still get me… so wet. You know that sometimes I go to bed still horny after we fucked for hours and I wake up horny, still wanting you inside me.” I say, hearing a small moan come from his mouth. “You were the first guy to give me an orgasm during sex and you still always do. And if I know you, you feel the same way about me. I… at least hope… still do and always will turn you on that much. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about you “getting tired during sex” or your dick not getting hard, baby.” I pulled back and Chris whined a little.
“Wanna know something, love?” I looked into his eyes and he nodded. “I think… you look sexier now… pushing 40…. then you did when you were 19.” I say.
He looked at me for a minute, eyes wide, before he pulled me in and crashed his lips to mine. After chasing his tongue with mine for a minute, he pulled away.
“I love you so much, baby.” He whispered.
“I love you.” I said, touching his forehead with mine. “And I’m not ever going to leave you. I’m gonna be you’re hot, younger girlfriend forever.” I giggled.
“Hopefully you won’t be just my girlfriend forever.” He smiled at me and I returned the gesture.
“Me too. Now, why don’t you come here, and I can show you just how much I love you.”
You and JJ had been best friends since you were 5 years old. Your house was just around the corner from JJ’s, and the two of you had always snuck out together. Over time, you met John B, Kie, and Pope, and become The Pogues, but JJ always remained your best friend, the person that you were closest to and could go to for anything. You were the first person that JJ told about his dad; it absolutely destroyed you, how could any one ever hurt him? Of course JJ could be reckless and impulsive, but you had always seen a side to him that others rarely did, he had a huge heart, he was sensitive and kind, and would always protect you and never let anything happen to you, no matter what. As much as you sometimes hated this, you hated the idea of him getting in fights or hurt because of you, you honestly didn’t know what you would do without him.
“There you are.” JJ smiled as he walked towards you gently placing his hand on your lowers back.
“JJ!” You exclaimed, jumping up in excitement as you wrapped your arms around the blonde boy’s neck.
“Whoah, steady there.” JJ caught you just as you were about to tumble over. He wrapped his arms around your back, not only steadying you but also pulling you closer to his chest, something that caused your breath to hitch in your throat.
“Had a little bit too much to drink?” JJ looked down at you wrapped in his arms, laughing as he watched you try to focus your blurred vision on his face.
“No.” You shook your head in large, exaggerated movements, causing you to lose your balance, and forcing JJ to support your weight again. You held your thumb and pointer finger so that they were almost touching and lifted them to JJ’s face, almost poking him in the eye. As you spoke, your words came out slurred and even you, as you said them, could barely understand, “I only had a little bit.”
“Maybe you’ve had enough.” JJ lifted one of his hands from behind your back in an effort to remove the cup you were holding from your grasp.
“I’m just trying to have some fun.” You tried to snatch your hand away from JJ’s, but as you did so, the cup you were holding fell from your grip and splashed over your body. The top that you were wearing was now drenched; you let out a groan as you looked down at it.
“Let’s go find you something to change into.” JJ sighed as he took your hand, leading you towards the spare bedroom of John B’s house. As he walked ahead of you, you kept stumbling. JJ stopped, walking behind you and placing his hands on your waist to support you as you walked.
“You’re no fun.” You pouted as you slowly stumbled towards the bedroom.
“Here, put this on.” JJ chucked you a shirt from his bag, it landing on the bed next to where you were now sitting.
“Thanks.” You mumbled as you began pulling your shirt over your head. JJ was still searching his bag for a pair of shorts to lend you, while you began pulling your jeans down your legs. Your jeans got stuck about halfway down your legs, partly because of how tight they were, and partly because you were too drunk to properly remove them. You were now laying on the bed, squirming as you tried to remove your jeans. “JJ help.”
“Yeah give me a sec-“ JJ had turned around to look at you, but as soon as he saw you on the bed, he quickly brought his hands up to cover his eyes.
“What?” You gave him a confused look as you noticed his face going red from under his hands.
“You- you aren’t wearing clothes.” JJ had removed his hands from his eyes but was now standing with his back facing you.
“So?” You had now given up trying to remove your jeans yourself and you were laying on your back, looking over at JJ. “You see me in bikinis all the time.”
“Yes but that’s different.” You could see JJ’s shoulders shrug as he awkwardly looked at the ground in front of him.
“Not really.” You rolled your eyes. “Plus you saw me half naked all the time when we were kids.”
“We aren’t kids anymore Y/N. You can’t expect me to look at you the same way I used to.” You didn’t need to see JJ’s face to know that he had become quite flustered.
“What does that mean?” You asked, genuinely confused by what JJ was trying to say.
“Just that we’re older now. You can’t just get naked in front of me and expect me not to react or feel something.” JJ explained.
“Are you saying I turned you on?” You were now rolling on the bed as your laughs filled the room.
“No, shut up.” JJ shook his head at your teasing, begging you to stop laughing at him.
“Why are you so embarrassed? You think I don’t feel anything when I watch you take your shirt off, I mean those abs!” You exclaimed, trying to make JJ feel better.
“You’re drunk.” He shook his head, but what you couldn’t see is that a smile had made its way onto his face when he heard your words.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” You shrugged, before realising that your jeans were still halfway down your legs. “I really do need help though.”
“Yeah of course.” JJ nodded his head, he walked towards you with his arms outstretched, his eyes were still closed in order to avoid seeing you in just your underwear. Once he had helped you remove your jeans and you had put his clothes on, he finally opened his eyes.
“Much better.” He smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes.
“Is it really?” You teased him, raising your eyebrows to give him a questioning look. “You’re telling me you prefer me in a baggy t-shirt, rather than in my underwear.”
“Well not exactly. But I’m trying not to have those feelings.” JJ shook his head, before adding, “although, something about you in my clothes does turn me on a bit.”
“Oh really?” You bit your lip as you took a step closer to him, looking up into his blue eyes. You placed your hands in his chest. “Why wouldn’t you want those feelings?”
“Because you are my best friend. Because you are really drunk right now. And because I’d never want to mess things up with you.” JJ ran his hand through your hair as he looked down at you.
“What if I want this too?” You asked as you wrapped your hands around his neck and began playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.
“Stop tempting me.” JJ groaned as he threw his head back, taking a step away from you.
“Why?” You gave him a cheeky smile. “I thought you wanted this?”
“I do I really do.” JJ began to explain. “But if we’re going to do this then I want to do it right. I want to do it when we’re both sober enough to remember it and we won’t regret it later on.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long J, I could never regret it.” You spoke in a soft voice, shaking your head slightly.
“Then let’s just go back to the party and we can talk about this tomorrow, you know, if you still feel the same way.” JJ offered you his hand, and nodded his head towards the door of the bedroom.
“I will.” You smiled, taking JJ’s hand and letting him lead you out of the bedroom.
The house was silent, maybe too silent. Most of the time you’d hear talking ether coming from the tv or you and Chris. Sometimes Dodger would be the one to make some noise with his running around and playing, but this time there was nothing. If listening closely you could hear Chris packing his cloths and deep sighs. This wasn’t the first time Chris had to leave for a movie and definitely not the first time in your relationship with him. It was hard to get used to it, but you understood it and accepted it. Chris was doing what he loved, making movies and no matter how much you’d end up missing him you were proud of him and happy he did what he loved.
Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**
********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNER
“Matthew… can I please take
this off now?” You giggle, taking blind steps. It was your annual weekly date
night with a twist. Matthew tied a bandana around your eyes and was now leading
you to some surprise.
“Few more steps..” He says, continuing
to lead you down the pathway. This annual weekly date night was one you both
would never forget. After a few more steps, he stops you, “Okay on the count of
three you can take it off.”
Summary: You and you’re boyfriend Chris get a little too hot and heated and decide to finish it up at the Golden Globes
Idk why I even write authors notes lol
The Golden Globes. One of the years biggest award shows for film. It was a big deal for most actors. Also, nerve racking. And not just for them. It was going to be my first public outing with my boyfriend. We didn’t want to let everyone know so soon that we were dating but I really wanted to be there to support him. We acted pretty civil the whole night and never said anything about it. Until recently, he confirmed it on live TV, no one was really surprised, but we were finally ready to let everyone know. And now, the Oscars had rolled around again, and we could actually go and have fun.
“Hey baby.” Chris walked in and kissed me on the forehead, just getting back from a walk around the neighborhood with Dodger. I smiled and looked up from my laptop.
“Hi. How was your walk?” I spoke softly.
“It was good.” Chris said, grabbing some food out of the cabinet. “It’s so hot outside, though.”
I grabbed my phone. “Yeah, it says it’s almost 90 out.” I laughed. “But that means you’ve been sweating a lot and… you’re pretty sexy when you sweat.” I said, biting my lip, almost slipping out of my seat, starring at my boyfriend.
At the end of my sentence, Chris turned around and looked at me with his bedroom eyes.
“You think I’m sexy when I sweat?” He says, coming closer towards me.
“Mmm, you know I think you’re always sexy.” I whisper, grabbing his waist, as he’s finally in reach of me.
Chris puts his hands on my shoulders. “Well, I think, you’re always sexy.” He moves one of his hands to my neck and the other down towards my ass, his lips connecting to my neck.
I moaned loudly, moving my head to the side and my hands making my way to his ass. After a minute, both of his hands find my backside and lift me up and carry me to the island counter of our kitchen. I could feel his hard-on against my core. I decided to change it up and found his ear lobe and bit down lightly on it.
“Oh fuck, where did you learn to do that?” Chris whispered, his mouth leaving my neck for only a second.
I giggled. “I didn’t need to learn it, dummy. But I didn’t think you’d like it so much.” I sucked the rest of it into my mouth and Chris grinded his hips into mine.
I lifted my head up after I released his lobe and I saw the time on the kitchen clock.
“Oh, baby!” I squealed.
“You like that, babygirl?” He moaned into my ear.
“No, no! It’s already 1pm! We have to go get ready! I have to do my hair and make up and you have to shower!” I giggled, pushing my hunky boyfriend off me.
“Sweetheart, do you see this?” He pointed down to the tent in his pants. “You just did this to me, and you’re gonna make it better, don’t think you’re getting out of it that easy.” He smirked, trying to lean in, but I pushed him away once more and jumped down from the counter, laughing.
“We’ll finish it later. Come on, stud.” I smirked, pulling Chris towards our bedroom.
“My handsome man.” I smiled, looking at Chris in his velvet maroon tux, rubbing my hands up and down his chest.
“My sexy girl.” He said, giving my ass a small slap.
“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” Walking towards the front door of the house.
“We can be a little late, no one will miss us.” Chris hot on my tail, locking the door behind us.
20 minutes later, showing up at the red carpet. Chris got out the opposite side and ran to my side to open my door. I smiled and grabbed his hand that was extended to help me out of the low car.
“Oh god!” I squeaked, almost losing my balance from the tall heels I was not used to wearing. Chris reacted fast, his other hand that was holding onto the car door moving to grab my other hand before I could tumble to the ground.
“I got ya, honey.” He said, pulling me up to my feet.
“Thanks, love.” I said, standing still to regain my balance. “I guess I forgot how to wear heels this high, it’s been a while.” I looked up to see the crowd of people and paparazzi. “Of course, now they’ll have pictures going around forever.”
Chris giggled. “At least you didn’t totally face plant.” I shoved him in the chest and we both started laughing.
We made our way down the red carpet, stopping every few feet to pose and smile. There were a few times I tried to step away to let the photographers get pictures of Chris by himself, but every time, he pulled me right back to his side.
And every time, his hand landed on my ass.
After about an hour and a half of pictures and walking down to our seats, running into people, Chris either introducing or reintroducing me to all the people from his world. The entire time we mingled, his hand was on my back and I just felt so heart-warmed by the small but at the same time, huge gesture of love.
At 5pm, the show had finally begun. Chris’ hand was on my thigh almost the entire time. I loved that we could be this open in front of everyone, unlike last year. It was nice knowing he wasn’t afraid to be seen with me, either. I wasn’t famous or anything, no one knew my name, other than just from social media and tabloids. I was happy. My mind started to wander and I started thinking about earlier, how we almost had sex on our kitchen counter and how upset we both were that we had to stop. I had been so focused on the event that I had almost forgot about what I had… or rather had not, done.
I leaned in towards my boyfriend. “I have to tell you a secret.” I whispered in his ear.
“And what’s that, baby?” He looked at me suspiciously.
I leaned in closer so no one else would hear.
“I don’t have underwear on…” I moved my hand across his crotch, grazing across his growing boner.
“You, um- uh. You don’t?” He said, his hand moving to my back, his face getting red.
“Nope. I thought you would have felt it since your hands spent about 50% of the night on my ass.” I smiled.
“I thought you were just wearing a G-string, you’re so naughty.” He smirked, hiding his face in my neck.
“I am 100% commando. Want me to prove it?”
I kissed his cheek softly, while he finally comprehended what I said. Before he even had a chance to respond, I grabbed his hand and led it up my thigh. I pulled back the slit in my dress, scooting closer to the table. His other hand, still on my back, mine on his shoulder, his face still on my neck, giving it soft, open mouthed kisses.
My hand slowly guided his to my middle, finally reaching it. The minute his cold fingers touched me, I jumped a little bit, but they immediately warmed up. I let go and started palming his hard-on under his pants. He started to push two fingers slowly inside and I bit my lip to quiet myself. Everyone around us was pretty into their conversations, lucky for us.
He finally pushed his fingers all the way in and started moving in and out. My grip on his lower half got harder as his fingers started moving faster. I was so close to getting off and I whispered in Chris’ ear, “I’m so close Chris, just a little more and my cum will be all over your fingers baby.” Chris groaned and he added a 3rd finger, pushing me over the edge. I nudged Chris’ head away from my neck and snuggled into his as I rode out my climax. I sat back in my chair and heavily breathed in and out. Chris pulled his fingers out and slowly brought his fingers up. He grabbed my chin and made me watch him stick his fingers in his mouth. My brain about exploded at that point. I stood up, my legs still shaky, walked to the opposite side of my boyfriend and leaned down,
♡ … or lack thereof. (yn) kawakami has spent fifteen years of her life slaving away as a shrine maiden in sakayama, a village not too far from musutafu. naturally, she is absolutely devastated once her duties as oracle are taken away and she is sent off to u.a. for “her own good”.
status: ongoing warnings: cannon typical violence, swearing tropes: japanese urban legends & mythology, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies (aye..), love triangles, fluff, angst, everyone is dumb pairing: bakugou x reader as main, various x reader as a treat
♡ COMMON SENSE [常識] SOCIAL MEDIA AU! (yn) kawakami enrols into ua & documents her experience via oversharing on twitter & engaging in text fights with bakugou. follows the storyline of COMMON SENSE ! each part correspondents with chapter from the story
status: ongoing warnings: swearing, mild sexual situations tropes:love triangles, mostly angst, everyone is even dumber, this is just CRACK, no good decisions made ever, just here for a meme pairing: bakugou x reader as main, various x reader as a treat
Hey !! I love your imagines💕 Can you do #76 from your prompt list with Sebastian Stan where the reader and Seb have been having a friends with benefits and they have an age gap, and he admits that he likes her. Just like super fluffy and cute. Thank you !!💞
Author: I don’t if it is because I love Sebastian or else but I love every request you have sent me. Also I apologise because it’s shitty written but I’m a bit sleepy 💤
Warnings: mention of sex, a bit angsty and age gap again lol
One last moan fell from your lips as Sebastian rolled over to your side and sighed. You covered yourself with the sheets of his bed and tried to catch your breath. This whole fucking thing had been going for months now and you didn’t mind at all. Sebastian was a very good looking man, he was far from being an asshole and particularly skilled in bed, which was why you decided to become friends with benefits. His phone vibrated and he checked it to see who texted him, you could see from the corner of your eye the name of a girl. It wasn’t shocking he was probably seeing someone, it was also none of your business.
“Uhm… See you soon, then?” It came out more like a question, you grabbed your panties and bra. Sebastian looked at you getting dressed, he wanted to say something but no words came out of his mouth.
“You don’t have to leave immediately, you know?” He said scratching his bear. You turned around while putting your shirt back on, smiling at his sweetness. Sebastian was probably the oldest man you had ever slept with, he was almost forty, however he was much better than any other guys who was your age. He cared a lot about you, more than he should have.
“I know, but that’s what friends with benefits do, right?” You grinned and fixed your hair. None of your friends knew about this whole situation, your dad had caught you two though, a few weeks ago, but it didn’t really matter since you were already planning on moving out. He was pretty upset, not only because his baby girl was having sex but also because Sebastian was closer to his age than to yours.
“Right…” he whispered, feeling his heart sink down in his chest. It wasn’t just meaningless sex to him, indeed he had caught feelings for you. It was stupid to think it wouldn’t have happened. As much as you wanted it to be different, sex is a really intimate thing and more than once you ended up making love to each other without even thinking. Sebastian stood up wearing his boxer and heading to his kitchen, you grabbed one last thing and went to where he was to say goodbye.
“Just so you know my father is still not speaking to me. You should have seen his face when he found out you weren’t even my boyfriend.” You joked pecking his lips. He forced a smile but only he wanted to do was to tell you how deeply in love he was with you. He was coward, he was too afraid to be rejected he thought sex was enough for him, but he was wrong. It was just hurting him, seeing you screaming his name the minute before and then seeing you walk away probably texting some other guy who was as young as you were. He never really understood how you could ever like him, he was way too old for you.
“Something wrong?” You asked him before leaving. He shrugged it off and leaned against the kitchen table, giving you a fake smile. You smirked as an idea popped into your mind, you dropped your bag to the floor and walked closer. He was confused yet curious to know what you were trying to do. Before your lips could touch you kneeled in front of him and tried to push down his underwear but he stopped you.
“What is up with you? Refusing a blowjob? I don’t turn you on anymore?” You were a bit hurt by his rejection. Whenever it came to Sebastian you always felt sexy and hot because of the way he looked at you, like if you were a goddess, it was weird for you to see him push you away.
“What?! No, of course you do, darling! I just…” he didn’t finish his sentence, looking away from you. You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. He had been a bit weird for awhile now, he was really passionate whenever you two were having sex, praising you and kissing your whole body. He was not like the guys you met before, they were all pricks and didn’t even care about making you finish. Sebastian was the type of guy to make you cum before him and sometimes he would spend the whole time to just make you feel good.
“What?! Are you dating someone?” It escaped your mouth, he frowned his brows in confusion. You seriously hoped he wouldn’t suspect anything because it would have been to embarrassing. Deep down you wanted him to be happy but you didn’t want to give up on what you two had.
“No! Why would you even think that? We were having sex ten minutes ago.”He replied confused, you just shrugged your shoulders and looked away as your cheeks reddened. Sometimes you felt too vulnerable under his gaze, maybe because he was so much more experienced than you, wiser than you. Him being older wasn’t a problem obviously, indeed it was a bit of a kink of yours.
“I don’t know… I saw the name of this Jessie girl.” You acted as if you didn’t care but you did care. The thing was that you both liked each other, but neither of you knew about each other’s feelings. Sebastian was still lost for your reaction. He would never do that, not only because he was in love with you but also because it wouldn’t have been fair to date someone and fuck somebody else. He chuckled as he realised you were talking about the person who texted him earlier.
“Jessie is a guy, y/n. Why were you checking my phone? You jealous?” He joked stepping closer to you and staring down at you. You gulped and tried to play it cool, but he caught you off guard. You were jealous. You were jealous of the thought of some older woman stealing him from you. Even though he was having sex with you, you were always afraid he thought you were too young for him to be dating.
“No! Of course not. We agreed to not have feelings for each other.” You walked away, grabbing your bag from the ground. He was a bit disappointed, maybe he was wrong. Maybe you just didn’t care about his love life. He sighed, he knew when you two decided to be friends with benefits he was going to fall for you. He didn’t know why, but it was a gut feeling and it was right.
“Maybe we should stop. Before someone gets hurt.” He blurted out as your hand rested on the doorknob. You turned around. Was he serious? You didn’t want this to end, but neither did you want to sound desperate. You stood there speechless and a bit heartbroken. Maybe he was right, at the end of the day you had caught feelings and you had agreed it would have been just sex.
“Is this what you want?” You asked him trying to hide your watery eyes. He wasn’t sure about what he wanted anymore. He wanted you but not in the way you thought. He wanted to be able to kiss you, hug you, make love to you, touch you, love you. Yet he couldn’t because you didn’t love him back and it was slowly killing him.
“It’s what is best. I mean what are we doing? I’m almost forty, you’re in your twenty’s, you should be hooking up with some guy who is your age, not with me, an old dude. What can I possibly offer you? A good fuck? Then what? I shouldn’t have said yes, you deserve more than this.” He said stressed, his mind was about to explode as he basically confessed what he felt. You didn’t know what to say and he immediately regretted speaking. There was a weird silence in the air and this pressure was freaking him out.
“So you‘d rather see me just fuck around with some dude who will possibly break my heart and never give me an orgasm than fuck me? Didn’t know I disgusted you so much.” You yelled back angry. It felt like a breakup and the most annoying thing was that it wasn’t because you weren’t together. Sebastian was a wise, intelligent, fascinating man, but he could be really clueless sometimes.
“That’s not what I said! I just want what’s best for you!” He was so frustrated, you weren’t understanding what he was trying to say. You laughed at his ‘concern’.
“You just want to end this and don’t have the balls to say it in my face!” You were seriously pushing his limits. The situation had escalated really quickly and things were going to end badly. You never fought, maybe because this jealous scenes were for couples and you two weren’t one.
“Are you being serious right now?! Are you blind or something?! I fucking love you!” He blurted out as he cheeks reddened for the anger. You were confused. You never thought he could ever actually like you back, but now he was there, half naked, confessing his love for you.
“I love you too.” You whispered back. His face expression softened and walked towards you, pulling you into a hug. You held him tight, finally free. You had kept it a secret for too long, you knew you were going to burst one day, but you got lucky.
“Then why do we keep hurting each other?” He told you kissing your forehead, you smiled and kissed his lips. This time it felt different, you could enjoy it. It wasn’t lustful nor hungry. It was passionate, full of love. Your heart beat faster as your stomach twitched. You didn’t like to kiss him during sex because you knew you would have ended up confessing your feelings and making a fool of you, but now it was different. He loved you.
“I don’t know… But I love you and I don’t want to waste any more time. Life is too short.” You said staring at his blue eyes. He was pure art, you remembered watching him sleeping whenever you stayed at his place because you were too exhausted. Each time you saw him laying there, defenseless, you could feel your heart fluttering.
“You’re telling me? I’m forty, I’ll die before you!” He joked putting you on his shoulder and taking you to his room. You screamed and laughed, squeezing his ass to annoy him but he just laughed and pushed you on the bed. You had never felt happier than in that moment.
“Can’t wait to see the look on your father’s face when you’ll tell him I’m your boyfriend.” He faked a heart attack and you punched his arm. Just hearing him say the word ‘boyfriend’ had your head spinning.
“Don’t get too cocky, boyfriend.” You made fun of him and he pulled you closer to him. There wasn’t any sexual interest in that gesture. It was weird yet comfortable, you had been waiting for this for too long.
“I love you.” He kissed your temples as you layed there and slowly fell asleep hugging.
Hey I love your pieces!!! Keep up the good work :3, also, could I get headcanons with Shinsou, Aizawa, and Bakugou with an overwhelmed s/o? Like they have a lot of mixed feelings and their stressed. Thank you!!! 💜💜💜
Of course babe!! 💕
Shinsou is very familiar with stress
He has pulled more than a few all-nighters in his life to study for big test and exams.
Plus a few sleepless nights, curtsie of the weight of everything he needs to have done.
So when he sees the unholy amount of coffee you consume paired with the tired look in your eyes, he knew something was wrong
He might ask you once or twice if you were feeling ok, and of course your stubborn behind said you were fine
He didn’t realize just how much stress you were under until you literally just walked into class, saw a stack of papers on your teachers desk, and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.
Your classmates were concerned, obviously, but your teacher let you two go out into the hall alone since he knew the two of you were close.
Shinsou doesn’t talk much, his love language is physical affection.
But if you want to talk, he’s all ears
Otherwise, he’s content to just hug you and let you cry it out.
He makes sure that he checks up on you a lot more after that, asking you at least a few times a week if you were getting stressed or overwhelmed.
He is definitely down to help you study or help you finish projects
He used to be in your exact position
At this point he doesn’t really care, he only looks so tired because he has to actually get work done.
He’s not stressed about it though, which is why he probably didn’t pick up too quickly when you started getting overwhelmed.
When he walks into the kitchen to see you crouched on the fooor against some cabinets, crying, he quickly realized that something wasn’t right.
He just kind of stood there like 0.o for a second before his brain processed the situation and went oh shit you’re upset about something
He quickly walked over and crouched in front of you
He didn’t know if he should touch you, he didn’t want you feeling overstimulated. He did grab your forearm though, rubbing his thumb in a comforting manner.
“Hey,” his voice was soft when he spoke. “What happened?”
Your voice came out in a series of whines, but after a second he managed to gather that you hadn’t been feeling well lately and burning the food you had been cooking was enough to send you over the edge.
He smiled, in an attempt to cheer you up. “I burn food all the time, I’m not great at cooking.”
You gave him a half-smile, but you still weren’t feeling any better about the stress you were under.
He let you talk about it if you wanted to and he helped you with any work that he could. Also, he let you in on his ways of destressing and gave you a massage.
Anger boi would not admit it in his death bed, but he gets stressed and overwhelmed a lot as well.
It mostly comes out in the form of aggression and insults, but he’s pretty observant when he realizes just how different you are acting from your usual self.
“What’s wrong with you, dumbass?”
“You’ve been all…weird and shit lately, whose ass do I need to beat?” He grumbled in true Bakugou fashion
“No, I’m good.”
“Do I look like I believe that?” He knows you’re lying, he may be confused about his own emotions a lot but he is definitely in-tune to the emotions of those he cares about.
That’s when your lip started to tremble and your eyes started to fill with tears.
He was kind of confused at first, he has no idea how to comfort a crying person
Then he walks over and gives you the most awkward hug you have ever received, but at least he was trying
“Listen, don’t worry about it, I’ll help you with all your work and if your teachers give any lip about it, I’ll blast their asses.”
And he does in fact help you with your work. He also helps you study and/or basically threatens the life of everyone in the dorms when they are being too distracting and making too much noise.
Summary: George bribes the reader into being his fake girlfriend for forty-two days, you can imagine how that plays out.
Request: hey lovey! absolutely in love with your writing; it’s so beautiful and i just cannot get enough of it! if your requests are open (and you like the idea) could i ask for our beloved george x reader—i’ve recently been obsessed with fake dating tropes where they end up together in the end.. i don’t have anything specific in mind for the plot, i know whatever you come up with will be fabulous :D thanks a ton darling.. keep on writing, you have a gift, x
A/N: I love this trope so much and this was the sweetest compliment and I was beyond excited to start this – also I usually try to keep it gender neutral but it was a struggle with this so sorry about that :( also this is so long oh my god
Summary rafe cameron allows his raging addiction for drugs and drinking to get in the way of his relationship with the girl he pined over since he was twelve.
Word Count 1.1k
Author’s Note send in some asks for fics and i’ll be sure to do them!
“Get a grip on yourself, Rafe,” the voice of Sarah Cameron echoed through the nineteen-year-old boy’s room, his eyes sunken eyes displaying a tint of red due to the cocaine he had consumed at a party, the aftereffects still visibly present on his face. All he could do was let out a short-lived laugh, his head leaning back as he brought up his hands to his face, caressing his temples due to the pain he was feeling, which he self-diagnosed in an instant as a migraine.
Sarah looked at her brother, not in a disappointing way, but in an afraid way. You were supposed to be coming over to the Cameron household in a few minutes and your boyfriend, Rafe, was completely out of it, a sight that you couldn’t handle, and an attitude even worse. “y/n is going to be here any second, Rafe. It’s on you now,” his younger sister said before she angrily made a way out of his room.
She didn’t want to see you encounter Rafe in a state like this, again. She knew how terrible it made you feel to watch your boyfriend of 3 years in front of your eyes, shout profanities at you for just trying to help, laughing at you whenever you tried to say something serious, and giving you empty threats that nonetheless, made you feel belittled by Rafe.
Rafe Cameron stayed on his bed, flashing images going on in his mind taking him into a whole new dimension with absolutely no worries to pine over. That was, until, you walked through his half-shut door and witnessed the view in front of yourself. His mind was going in circles, he plastered a smirk on his face for no reason at all, and his hands were bawled up into a fist, red marks present on them, and you knew what he had done in a minuscule second.
“That’s one way to claim that you’re clean, Rafe,” you mumbled, but it was loud enough for his blitzed self to hear. Your words caused him to cautiously open his eyes, and sit up straight, allowing his bloodshot eyes to stare into your own. “Come on, babe—” he began, but paused, slurring on his words as he tried to get a grip on himself like Sarah told him to. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him disapprovingly, waiting for him to continue as you didn’t want to interject. “It was just once, I swear. I barely took anything,”
“You’ve got to let me know what I’m doing wrong; are my words not clear enough? Is it that difficult for you to stay away from doing cocaine for the better of your relationship? Please, enlighten me, babe” you retorted, calling him babe in a rather mocking way. Your words caused his intake to show up more and more, he arose from his position on his bed and walked over to you, you waiting there with your arms crossed over your chest, although your gut told you to back away. As his figure approached you, you felt both his arms on each of your shoulders, holding on them in a rather hard way, making you trying to squirm out of his grip. “You’re not one to tell me what to do, y/n”
There we go, you thought. The side of Rafe you always steered clear from is back. “I can tell you what to do, I told you to pick, Rafe. You told me you were staying clean,”
He released you from his behold harshly and turned around to walk away from you, you knew he had had too much, too much for his own good. He picked up a glass vase and his eyes scanned it for a moment before he dropped it to the ground carelessly within a second, terribly close to where your foot was placed. “This doesn’t affect you, I shouldn’t have to pick,”
“This doesn’t affect me? Rafe, you just dropped a glass vase near my foot on purpose, you treat me like shit, you shout at me for no reason, of course it affects me, it affects me in more ways than one.”
This was the thing, Rafe Cameron was egoistic to everybody he met, male or female. But when you and him were alone, it was like an angel had taken over him; all of the words that poured out of his mouth were sweet and gentle, the way he held you was calming, and the way he treated you was the way any girl would wish to be treated by a guy. But this, this intoxicated Rafe was the exact opposite, he belittled you, tried to manipulate you unknowingly, believed everything wrong was normal, and he overall, was a complete asshole. And his words proved that he thought that everything he did is justifiable.
“Let loose, baby. Come on,” he said, disregarding his previous actions and your words completely. He walked towards you again, this time, you took a step back each time he walked ahead, until you hit the wall behind you. He slowly wrapped his hands around your waist, taking in your body closer to his own until there was no space left between the two of you. He lifted you up with ease and closed his eyes in tranquility as he touched his nose to your own, knowing that always made you feel safe. Not this time.
You knew Rafe would never raise his hand on you, no matter how many times he said things that showed that he could, it just wasn’t in him to do something like that. So when the two of you connected, you flinched, and that caused Rafe to look at you concerningly. You were still in his arms, he was still lifting you up, and you didn’t try to fight it. Your eyes soon glazed with tears as you looked at him, his face was paler than usual and his cheekbones were a lot more defined. Taking in every single one of his facial features, you mentally cursed yourself for not noticing that the boy wasn’t clean, although he looked like the most attractive person, he was different.
He placed you on the floor, not harshly, gently. He knew what was coming, and before he could try to get back to his senses, you said the words that he always feared. “Rafe, I’m being serious. You need to make a choice, I’ll help you through it, but I can’t when you’re lying to me,” you let out a few sobs in the middle of your words, but Rafe’s face remained emotionless.
“I don’t need your help, I’m doing better than I ever have,”
your parents were out of town for the weekend and JJ promised that he would stay with you, but it was getting dark. you began to worry, knowing the trouble he got himself into sometimes. briefly, you remembered that they hadn’t asked him about him swiping the few cases of beer from the convenient shop in figure 8.. he was probably in jail.
pulling out your phone, you sent kie a quick text to ask about him. she would probably know, seeing as he was always with one of the pogues and each of them stayed pretty informed about what was going on with the other.
when kie responded, she told you that she didn’t know where he was and she hadn’t seen him since about noon. she also mentioned that there was a small blow out between everyone and JJ stormed off.
that really made your heart pound. it was hard to tell what JJ was going to get himself into while he was angry.
“fuck, JJ.” you mumbled under your breath, dialing his number to just call him.
“d'you want to?”
you spun around with the phone still pressed to your ear to see him standing in your doorway with a grin. his eyes were glossed over, red rimmed and bloodshot.
immediately, you frowned but tucked your phone away and went to wrap your arms around him anyway. he looked partly drunk and partly like he’d been crying, but you would never ask about it.. usually he would tell you if he needed you to comfort him. otherwise, you would never pry.
“i’ve gotta show you something,” he chuckled, moving to pull you towards the couch that was just next to the door.
you nodded, managing a small smile despite the fact that he still looked so distressed. the two of you sat down and he lifted a backpack onto his lap, which you had only assumed was clothes and maybe a toothbrush.
when he pulled out a gun and a wad of hundred dollar bills, though, your mouth fell open. you had no idea where the hell he got either of those things.
“where did you-” you began, but he quickly cut you off by lifting and pointing the gun towards your kitchen.
your eyes widened and you felt your head get cold, a rush that made you almost dizzy. sticking your hand out to rest on his thigh, you almost begged him to put it down with your eyes. shooting a hole in your wall while your parents were gone for the weekend just wasn’t something you were that interested in doing.
“doesn’t it make me look cool? like- like a spy or something,” he smiled, looking down at his lap, but sat the gun down next to him anyway.
“made sure to grab this too,” he lifted an eyebrow, talking about the cash. “guy’s probably dead anyway, we found his boat down in the marsh.”
you wondered why he seemed so hazy and upset. he was acting like JJ, but something was different than usual and you couldn’t help but maybe pry a little.
“JJ.. are you okay?” you asked, scooting a little closer to him, “you seem so..” the words in your head failed you and your sentence trailed off.
“i’m..” he started, before looking up at you, “i’m fine, nothin’ to worry about just.. got into an argument with my friends,” he shrugged.
that was when you smelled the pot on his breath. you were glad that he was only high and not drunk. drunk JJ didn’t scare you, but it made him reckless because it clouded his mind way more than any blunt ever could.
a small smile lifted on your mouth as he rubbed the back of his neck, scrunching his nose. he was with you, safe now, and you knew it. that was all that mattered.
softly, you moved off of the couch and plopped yourself down on his lap. the tips of your fingers tangled gently through his unruly hair and you pushed it back, letting them run through it.
“maybe I could take your mind off of it?” you asked, pushing your lower lip out just slightly.. giving him that innocent look you knew drove him wild.
JJ’s hands moved from his sides and hooked beneath your shirt, running up your back to pull you closer to him. his face wiped clean from the distraught look he’d brought in with him and was replaced with nothing but his toothy grin; it was contagious too, you loved seeing him smile with his pointy teeth.
“yeah.. maybe that would work,” he shrugged, trying to keep his eyes off of your own, “I suppose it depends on how you’re going to do it.”
your faces were close now, so close that his breath was fanning over your face. you could see the slight fire in his eyes and because you wanted it to stay there, you leaned all the way down past his face.
“Any way you want me to,” you whispered, running your hand softly up his chest.
you could feel his heartbeat pick up and soon he was leaning up towards you, hands firmly on your thighs.
“anything?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Soon, JJ hoisted you over his shoulder. your legs were in the air and you were upside down, but you glanced up in time to see him grab the gun. despite the small pang of fear that lifted in your tummy, you knew he would never even think about hurting you in a million years.
“you still got those handcuffs..?” he purses his lips after tossing you down onto the mattress in your room.
your face heated but you nodded towards the dresser, “top.. left.” that was your underwear drawer and you didn’t figure anyone would be snooping around there, so that’s typically where you hid stuff.
when he opened the drawer, his eyes widened and he smirked over at you, pulling his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. he pulled the cuffs from the drawer and let them dangle from his finger in front of your face before motioning your to the top of your bed.
you complied, scooting all the way to the top. your chest was fluttering, heart pounding in your throat. it wasn’t such a bad feeling though because JJ sat the handcuffs aside and began unbuttoning your shirt. well, his shirt that you’d stolen a while back because he never wore it. you liked his cut offs better anyway.
“you trust me, don’t you?” he asked, managing to pull the last button away to begin sliding the sleeves down your arms.
you swallowed, nodding. your voice would’ve come out all high and squeaky if you tried to speak in that moment. part of it was your nerves, the other half was excitement.
the two of you were anything but vanilla. he always gave you a different kind of thrill every time you were together but this just seemed so different. it was erotic in a new way. you’d never been handcuffed to your bed before and you certainly never had a gun involved.. which you still weren’t sure what he was going to do with it.
sitting there in only your bra and shorts, you kept your eyes trained on him. watching every little thing he did as intently as you could. soon, he motioned you to hold out your wrists and you did so, placing them together in front of you.
he clipped the cuffs around them both and then gently tugged you back by them, moving to place the chain between them around the low post of your bed. afterwards, he tugged you down by your legs, making you gasp. you didn’t have as much freedom to move and you couldn’t get your arms loose.
his face seemed so focused, he was still smiling but not happily. a smile that made your insides twist and turn, one that made your whole body burn with desire.
“i’ll be right back.. you stay here,” he chuckled to himself. he really thought he was the funniest person in the world but you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that left your lips.
he wasn’t gone very long, but when he returned, he had a glass of ice. the last time he had ice, you spent the entire rest of the day and even half of the next day reeling, unable to brush the wanting feeling he left you with after you were done.
siting the cup down on the table next to you, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. it was a gentle kiss but you could feel the want in it, the control he had. seeing you all tied up in your room, waiting for him must’ve driven him crazy. you had an inside joke, which was completely true but he didn’t think so, where you’d call him JJ The Sex God. He thought it was funny, you thought it was necessary.
his hands ghosted down your sides, barely touching you with his fingertips. it made chills rise upon your skin, a small noise emitting from you lips. his mouth never left yours though, so you couldn’t see anything he was doing.
your body lurched slightly, feeling his cold hands just beneath the waist band of your soft shorts. he tugged them down your legs, finally pulling away from the kiss.
“one rule,” he hummed, placing his hand flatly against your stomach- you jumped once more, “if you open your eyes, i’ll stop.”
that made your teeth press tightly in the back of your mouth. not knowing what to expect, not knowing what he was going to do next.. that was the point of not being able to open your eyes, it made you more reactive of course, which was how JJ liked you. reactive.
you nodded and shut your eyes, almost bracing yourself. your breathing had already picked up the pace and the only thing you could really hear was the rattling of ice in the cup he’d come back with and then a click, which you assumed was him sitting it back down.
it wasn’t any longer than your breath had hitched that a cold shock landed right beneath your bra, bringing goose bumps to raise over your skin. JJ has dropped an ice cube with his lips attached to it onto your skin. a gasp fell from you. he drug it from there, clear down to the line where your shorts began before pulling it away.
the shock had you reeling already and your hips rose from the bed, but your body was hardly able to move because of the tight pulling of the handcuffs. still, your eyes remained closed.
“you’re always so responsive,” JJ hummed, clinking the ice back down into the cup, “just wanted to make sure you remembered.. the last time i used something cold.”
his voice was enough to send you over the edge alone. you always basked in it, letting it run through you like electricity. it was raspy in a sense because of his high. you almost wished you were high too because of how much better everything seemed to feel when you were.. not that what was bound to happen wouldn’t already feel blissful.
“this is going to be cold too..” your neck prickled, as his voice hummed next to your ear in a barely audible whisper.
before you knew it, your shorts were gone. they’d been slid down your legs, revealing the soft pink underwear you had on. it was a good thing you slipped on something prettier than your usual boy sorts before JJ came over, as you always did. his drive was one of a kind.
although his face was still next to yours, breath fanning against your ear, you could feel his hands fumbling with something next to your legs. cold metal pressed to your thigh causing you to jump, sucking in a sharp breath.
“I told you it was going to be cold baby..” JJ’s tone was slightly playful as he drug the metal up you, your thighs, your stomach, missing the area you wished he would pay attention to the most.
the metal was laid flatly against your stomach, his hand moving from it. it was the gun. you’d realized it after feeling the full shape against you. it made your heart rate speed and you could feel it in your ears.. if you opened your eyes, he would stop.. but was that what you wanted?
your eyes remained closed as his fingers unsnapped the clip on the front of your bra. it fell to the side, leaving you completely exposed to him, aside from your underwear. you’d been very vulnerable in front of JJ before, plenty of times, but this just seemed so different. it was frightening and thrilling, but only in a good way.
“remember..” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, “keep your eyes closed.”
and with that, the cold metal was removed from your stomach and pressed harshly to your jaw. you whimpered, fear finally catching up to you. you were afraid of JJ in that moment but the arousal growing between your legs screamed something so different, holding onto the fact that he would never put you in danger.
the gun ran from your jaw, down your neck. it’s icy exterior left goosebumps that felt like fire in its path. barely audible whimpers fell from your lips, replacing the million mile an hour words that were swarming your head.
“What are you-” you began, quickly being cut off by the gun against your chest, circling your breasts. the fiery feeling lit up again, shooting straight down to your core, exiting your lips in a loud, involuntary moan.
“’s that feel good?” he asked, your eyes fluttered but didn’t open.
you hadn’t realized you were quivering until you heard the slight rattle of the chain on the handcuffs against the bed. he continued his trail, sliding the metal of the gun down your stomach until it reached the same place he’d stopped the ice.
“please,” you painted, pushing your hips upwards, as much as you could anyway.
somehow, although he hadn’t said a thing and you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smirking. you could feel the grin on his lips. especially when he pressed them to your chest where the gun had previously been.
with his mouth on you, he slid the gun between your legs. your head tossed back against the wood of the headboard and your mouth fell open. the gun didn’t move from there. instead, JJ rocked it back and fourth with his hand, making your breathing go wonky.
you never imagined being pleasured with a gun, you’d never wanted one so close to your body before.. JJ was full of surprises though and this really took the cake. so far.
his teeth grazed you and your stomach tensed, feeling the butterflies build in the lower part of your stomach. you knew what that meant and by the way he’d picked up his pace, he knew it too.
“i’m about to..” before you could finish, the gun had been removed and your eyes opened wide, almost as if to scold him.
you were stuck against the headboard, so you couldn’t move either.
“why’d you stop?” you frowned, feeling your lip pucker out into a pout.
JJ was standing there, eyes dark. he was grinning but not playfully, like he usually was. the look on his face was nothing but sheer lust.
“you opened your eyes.” he tossed the gun into the table next to the cup of ice, which was melting already, “besides.. i have other plans.”
JJ bent down to kiss you on the lips, immediately letting his fingers fall to take off your very last piece of clothing.. simultaneously, attempting to remove his too.
in the back of your mind, a small thought had only dawned on you. did you have the handcuffs key?
Oh FRICK I loved reading your todoroki x reader fanfic. Can i request another one where everyone ships them cuz the reader is the only person who todoroki really smiles around. The others collect evidence that they like each other to set them up (e.g one of them saw that the reader is his phone’s wallpaper). But no one knows they’re already dating until they see them cuddling at a sleepover or smth. Tysmm
(a/n): ahh thank you so much anon! i’m so sorry this took me a while to publish but i’m so glad you enjoyed the previous one. i hope you enjoy this too!
requests are still open! feel free to send them in hehe
“alright, dear friends. i have gathered you in one of the most secretive places i could ever find! we are talking about serious business right now and i don’t want any interruptions from you,” kaminari begun, successfully stealing iida’s glasses from his dorm room to look ‘professional.’
“and you have chosen your damn bedroom for this,” bakugou rolled his eyes. “what the heck do you want from us?!” to which he got shushed immediately from the bakusquad members.
“silence! we shall begin. as you all know, we have noticed the strange behaviors of both todoroki and y/l/n.”
“HOW IS THAT STRANGE?”
“bro, he noticed it too,” kirishima mumbled, placing a hand over his mouth. “man, i knew you had it in you!”
“though,it’s obvious. how he smiles when she’s around, when she’s mentioned in a conversation. during the sports festival, he couldn’t stop looking at her.she passes by. and how he gets sad and stares at the classroom door when she doesn’t make it on time…,” midoriya mumbled.
“we do ask y/n about it, and they seem to be completely fine with it. like it’s a normal thing to happen!” uraraka pitched in.
she wasn’t wrong. the smiles you exchanged with each other are very wholesome. shoto doesn’t really smile around anyone - you knew that too. he seemed to really involve himself in his friends’ activities compared to the incidents before the sports festival, but with you, it was different.
it was different and it was adorable. you did see how your friends gush over the two of you. but you didn’t say much. they would know someday, right?
“exactly! which is why, our friend mina, has proof that something might have clicked between them for the past four months,” kaminari signaled her to stand up, as she cleared her throat. “his phone’s wallpaper is a picture of y/n,” she squealed after, followed by a bunch of screaming from the other girls.
“settle down! kaminari, what is the purpose of this meeting then?” iida chopped the air.
“hear me out, hear me out. we’re going to have more proof over the next few days. and then, only then, the sleepover coming this weekend would prove it all.”
“sleepover? but how?”
he rubbed his hands together in excitement. “it’s going to have to go like this.”
as predicted, the interactions they have witnessed proved kaminari’s theory even further. the little look you give him when he’s focused, the slight brush of your hands against his, the bump he gives on your shoulder, and you earned a smirk.
and as time flew by pretty quickly, the sleepover finally made its way. the whole class haven’t made it just yet,,, but you waited. kaminari was there with you, anyway. you were chatting away with him, while a movie was playing on the television.
soon enough, you and him saw shoto making his way to the now dimly-lit common room; a place frequently used for sleepovers. he waved at the yellow-haired boy, but you could see his face light up when he saw you all snuggled in the sleeping bag.
“hey hey todoroki! glad you could make it!” kaminari pointed finger guns at him, grinning.
“hello. where are the others? have we arrived a little too early?” shoto asked, looking at you.
“i’ll go find them, don’t worry! was just waiting for someone to accompany y/n…,” he cleared his throat. “didn’t want her to be alone.”
“aw, kami! you should’ve told me! i could’ve even come along with-,”
“nah, come on! um….help yourself with some snacks! be back in a jiffy!,” he dashed off, leaving you and shoto in the dark.
shoto breathed out a huge sigh as he sat next to you. “hello, love. you’re here pretty early.”
“hello, sho! yeah…. i was told to come earlier than the arranged time, so here i am. i guess the others need more time. he seemed pretty happy about it.”
you giggled as he wrapped his arms around you. “i love your sleeping bag,” he said. you turned to look at his dual-colored eyes.
“ooooo, we’re being cuddly today, aren’t we?” you sneaked a kiss from his cheek. “seems alright to me.”
“i missed this,” he said nonchalantly. “you and me, all snuggled up. though, we’ve never done this in front of anyone just yet.”
“oh yeah. well, might as well know about it someday!” you buried yourself further into his embrace, your eyelids slowly shutting themselves.his eyes were focused on the movie, while his hands ran through your hair. it was so calming.
and then, the both of you heard someone fall with a loud thud, causing you to jolt out of his arms. shoto looked around, worried of any major inconveniences happening in the dorms.
“kirishima!” you heard someone else whisper-shout.
“kiri!” you rushed over to him - to notice the group of missing students from the sleepover, hiding themselves in a dark corner. they all froze like deer in the headlights.
“wha- where were you guys? we-,”
it clicked in your brain. from the exact reason why kaminari invited you and shoto earlier than the rest, the reason why your friends didn’t make it on time; it all made sense. you blushed, now realizing what they saw before kirishima decided to ‘trip and fall.’
“alright, you idiots happy now?” bakugou grumbled.
the rest of the night was spent with half a celebration - the glory and the failure(they got caught) but what was your life without your wacky friends from UA?
and isn’t it lovely, with shoto openly giving you the best cuddles throughout the whole sleepover? so yes - you were happy all in all.
(a/n):here you go anon! it is really short but i hope it was worth a read!
synopsis: it’s 10pm and your class decides to play 7 minutes in heaven. with your luck, you end up having to stay in a cramped closet with bakugo. when minutes turned into hours, you got nervous. but at least bakugo was there to comfort you, right?
synopsis: quarantine has you and your class stuck at heights alliance until it was over. you got bored, so you went to the kitchen only to find the big three baking. you wanted to help and of course they were happy you could, but nejire and mirio started planning something suspicious.
synopsis: school was cancelled for god knows how long, but at least you had your friends right? you were hanging out with the deku-squad until they all left to “get snacks”. you and midoriya were the only ones left in the room, so you stirred up a conversation with him. just a nice chat with your crush, what could go wrong?
synopsis: it was midnight and you still couldn’t go to sleep. you decided to visit your best friend’s room since you knew he wasn’t asleep either. after a conversation and a few jokes, you wanted to play truth or dare. shinso dared you to do something you never thought he would dare you to do.
synopsis: a movie night with the baku-squad ended up chaotic as hell. while everyone else was already asleep, you and kaminari weren’t. deciding to play a prank on your friends before they woke up, you and kaminari were up all night. after a good laugh, kaminari suddenly did something that left butterflies in your stomach.
synopsis: game night with your class will always end up having someone taped to the wall. this time it was different. with your class being extra cautious this time, you all decided to play spin the bottle. whoever it landed on will either get truth or dare, depending on what they pick from inside a hat.
synopsis: stuck in quarantine, you and kirishima wanted to do something fun. from pranking your classmates to hacking into their phone, you guys did it all. “what else didn’t we do yet?” you asked. “this.” and kirishima left you frozen in place.
a/n: starting smau week tomorrow and it’s haikyuu! make sure to get ready for that!
Summary: Harry and (Y/n) spend the day looking after their daughter when she’s sick.
Slowly lifting his head from where it was tucked into the crook of (Y/n)’s neck, Harry glanced his eyes over to the clock on the side table behind (Y/n), his blurring vision seeing that it was six in the morning. It was far too early to get up when he didn’t have to head down to the studio and had no interviews or meetings or press events he had to go to. It was especially too early to get up when he had gotten back at eleven last night from a press event and didn’t get to sleep until gone midnight.
But he knew that it had been a few hours since he had last checked on his little girl and he just wanted to go and make sure that she was okay. For the past week Amber had been suffering with a chest infection and (Y/n) and Harry had taken to checking on her every few hours during the night just to make sure she was fine and breathing okay since she was prone to coughing and wheezing a lot.
It took a lot of effort for Harry to tear himself away from (Y/n) and stand up but once his feet hit the carpet and his head cleared, he slowly trudged out of the room and down the hall to Amber’s room.
Summary: Harry and (Y/n) recall what happened during labour when their daughter was born and how it affected them and their daughter’s future and life.
“It isn’t about the money, I have more money than they could offer, we’re not here for a settlement. I don’t want this to be swept this under the carpet, I want them to admit liability for what they’ve done to our daughter.”
Harry never spoke like this.
It wasn’t in the singer’s nature to be abrasive or even to be straight to the point with people. When interviewers asked him questions that were rude or interfering or just plain rude he weaved around the question or gave a polite answer, Harry didn’t know how to be mean or rude or cruel or subjective. He gave people the benefit of the doubt, he treated people with kindness and expected others to do the same.
Imagine your F/O leaving you pics of themselves on your phone so when you wake up in the morning or you check your gallery sometime in the day, you notice what appears to be hundreds of photos from your F/O, in cute and funny positions. They’ve even taken pictures with themselves next to you sleeping in bed, planting smooches on your face, cheeks, or lips. Every photo makes your smile wider than before and you can’t help but clench your heart at how adorably sweet they are.
Bonus: There appears to be also videos from your F/O, ranging from simple hellos to short and sweet messages that make your heart flatter, including reminders that everything’s going to be okay and that you’re the strongest person they know.
okayyy so not technically all living together but in the same apartment complex.
Hi! can you do an imagine with drew where you’re apart of the cast and all of you guys are quarantining together and you and drew are dating but no one knows and one day they find out and rudy and maddie are like “pay up guys” cause it was obvious to everyone that you guys were flirting but you guys didn’t notice
When you got the role to play Rafe Cameron’s love interest you were beyond excited. Playing Avery Jamison came to you naturally, and so did talking to Drew. You had told the rest of the cast that although you and Drew were a couple on the show, the chances of you being a couple in real life was probably pretty slim. A couple of weeks into filming Drew had caught you before you went into your trailer.
All his brothers think it’s HILARIOUS. And goodness knows he can’t do anything about their teasing, not when you’re curled against him so sweetly, and not when the churrs will stop if he talks.
You keep a recording on your phone of his churring. If there’s a time where you can’t sleep and he’s unavailable, it’s the next best thing (though not quite as helpful. It’s more the vibrations running through his plastron that put you to sleep than the actual sound itself).
Please try mimicking him. He finds the attempts to be rather endearing, even when they’re done on the wrong frequency :0
“Am I doing it right, baby?” No, you just churred the equivalent of “go fuck yourself” to him, but your determined smile makes it impossible for him to do anything except nodd.
Once, before you knew all the intended purposes of churring, Raphael started making the noise during foreplay. To say you were upset is an understatement. You were thoroughly convinced he was trying to put you to sleep to get out of having sex with you. It took twenty minutes and an intervention by Donnie to make you understand that churrs have lots of meanings (the longest twenty minutes of Raph’s LIFE).
Spencer Reid and (Name) (Lastname) were two different people entirely. One could glance towards the pair and immediately realize that they weren’t the same. Spencer was calculated and logical, always analyzing something before approaching. (Name), on the other hand, was the embodiment of morality and hyperactivity. The members of the BAU absolutely loved them, and always enjoyed the way that they would rope Spencer into doing something with them, no matter the consequences.
“Spencer!”, (Name) called, hopping over to the messy-haired man. “How much NyQuil could I chug at five AM?” This question completely threw everyone who heard the question off, but Spencer only gave (Name) a concerned glance.
“None. Absolutely none. NyQuil isn’t something you should toy around with. It’s only used for sickness and- you already did it, didn’t you?” The doctor sighed, running his hands over his face. Yes, (Name) was always someone to do something stupid, not even second guessing their actions and jumping into the situation. It wasn’t that (Name) themself was stupid, just… questionable.
“Yes! I did do it,” (Name) bubbled. Bringing a finger up to their mouth before licking it, they mumbled, “NyQuil is surprisingly sweet.”
This wasn’t the first time Spencer was absolutely concerned for his team member. There was the incident last week where instead of giving him chocolate milk, like any responsible adult would drink, (Name) gave Hotch a cup full of coffee and monster drink. Hotch was awake for a week and three days, and he still didn’t know why. Spencer was the only person who knew the cause and refused to tell J.J and Grace why when he giggled thinking about it during a meeting.
“You’re really something, you know that right?” Spencer smiled, resting his arm on his friend’s arm. He was happy then he got to meet such an interesting person. Someone who let emotions and feelings, along with trust run their life. It was admirable, and Spencer couldn’t have asked for someone better. Someone else. (Name) made him happy, and he liked to be happy. He wanted them.
Spencer Reid was in love with (Name) (Lastname), and it was a beautiful thing.
you’re great and you know it - your family comes to one of his shows, and he meets them for the first time.
you rarely get to see your family. you started touring when you were 19, and you spent every summer in college on tour. when you started touring, your first job was to help set up the stage. you made sure that each speaker was in place on its marker, and then after each show, you helped the crew strike the stage. you did this all summer, and you made enough money to pay off some of your college tuition.
eventually, before your 4th year of college, you needed to complete a stage management internship in order to receive your bachelor of fine arts in stage management. you applied to intern at a touring company recommended by the stage manager from one of your previous tours. somehow, you ended up on Harry Styles: Live on Tour. your job on this tour was as a backstage manager. you set up the dressing rooms and made sure each of the musicians had everything they wanted before each show. you spent a lot of time running errands to get snacks for the artists. you rarely got to see the band since you set up long before they arrived at the arena and tore down after they had already left.
one night, Harry stayed a little longer at the arena than he usually did, and you got to know each other. ever since then, you had both been super close. he stayed in your small hotel room every night, just because he tended to get lonely in his big room by himself, and it was nice to have someone to talk to. you hung out and made snack runs ever night in the hotel gift shop while he showered and got in his comfy clothes. when you got back, you would do the same while he made himself comfy on your bed finding a random movie on tv.
soon after that started, you started to become more than friends, and then eventually you made it official just between the both of you. you hadn’t had the chance to tell your family, but you weren’t sure if this was just a fling while you were both on tour. you didn’t know what would happen after the tour ended so you spared yourself the heartbreak of having to tell your parents that it was over. the less they knew, the better it was for everyone.
you hadn’t even considered telling your parents until they called and asked if there was anyway they could visit you during one of the shows that was near your hometown. you were kinda surprised by them wanting to come to a show. you had just expected to grab dinner with them when you were in town, not take them to work with you. of course, harry, the overeager boyfriend who wanted to do overly nice things for his independent “i don’t need anything-im fine-please don’t buy that for me-i love you regardless” type girlfriend, offered to set your family (FAMILY not just parents, ‘yes the cousins could come too’) up in a VIP box. you obviously declined and attempted to find resale tickets that wouldn’t burn a hole in your pocket on StubHub. with no luck (Harry even helped you look because he knew you were going to be stubborn about this), he offered again. you accepted and told your parents that your boss was very generous and gave them a box to stay in for the show.
“how do i look?”
“haz, you look great,” you say running your hand down one of the lapels on his jacket. “i really like this suit.”
he turned back to the mirror. “mmhm, that’s what you said last show.” he gave you a pointed look.
you met his eyes in the mirror, and you threw your arms around his waist. “what? can you blame me? each suit is better than the last. i love them all.”
“yeah,” he murmured before throwing an arm around you. “i suppose you have a point.”
you pull him to face you slipping your arms completely around his waist. “what’s got you so bugged out? i’ve never seen you second guess yourself this much.”
he wrapped his arms around you. “suppose ‘m just a bit nervous. i just want to make a good first impression.”
“haz, don’t worry about it.” you place your hands on each side of his head. “they’re gonna love you. i mean, they already love you. they just don’t know that you’re my boyfriend.”
“yeah, i guess so.” he rubbed his hands over your arms mindlessly.
“yeah, you’re gonna kick ass. just like you always do, right?” you said trying to get him to meet your eyes. you bend your head into his line of sight. “right?”
he met your gaze. “right.” he pulls you into a tighter embrace, and you rest your head on his chest.
you both rest like that for a minute before he finally speaks up again. “is that my sweatshirt?”
you look down to the black merch sweatshirt that you pulled from his bag this morning. “yeah, it is.”
at 6, you met your parents, brother, aunt and cousin at VIP entrance. you chatted with the staff while they received their badges. once they got in, your cousin practically tackled you in a hug.
you both laugh and exchanged “i missed you”s before you gave both of your parents, brother, and aunt a hug.
“how are you? are you sleeping? eating?” your mother starts fussing over you.
you gently pull her hands from your face. “yes mom. i’m doing fine. i’m sleeping and eating.”
“good, good.” she finally let you go.
“do you want to stop at a merch table before we go up? it’s less crowded now.” you said pointing to the nearest table.
you mom and aunt spent the next half hour at the merch table looking at all of the different options before deciding on a sweatshirt similar to the one you were wearing while your cousin bought the signature black “treat people with kindness” shirt. after that exhausting trip the merch table, you led them upstairs to the VIP box. after showing the staff member your crew member badge and your family’s badges, you were able to enter your suite.
“wow, you’re boss is very generous,” your dad said. he hadn’t been to a concert in so long. you were excited that he was here.
you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck after he mentioned your boss. you try to ignore the fact that “your boss” that you told them about was actually your boyfriend that you hadn’t told them about.
“umm, yeah. he’s great. super nice.” you said taking a seat at one of the bar stools next to your dad.
your mom took a seat next to your dad as you all chatted and caught up. your aunt soon followed sitting on your other side. your cousin and brother wandered out to the seats that were outside your box. you watched them make conversation pointing out all the things on the stage and watching the crew and staff wander about the arena. “i have something to tell you guys,” you say to your parents and aunt in a semi-serious tone. you were finally going to tell them about harry.
their conversations halts. “oh my god.” your mom gasped covering her hand over her mouth.
“YOU’RE PREGNANT,” your aunt shouted as your parents went wide-eyed at you.
you jolted back in shock. “oh my god, no.”
everyone let out a breath. “thank god.” your mom dropped her hand to her heart. “you scared me for a second. i’m not ready to be a grandma.”
you roll your eyes at your dramatic mother. “what is it?” you dad calmly asked leaning to look at you.
“i’m actually seeing someone right now,” you finally let out.
“oh,” your mom said shocked. you hadn’t had a boyfriend for a while. “is he on tour with you?”
you nod. “do you want to meet him?” you ask looking up at your family.
“absolutely,” you aunt answered for your parents. “text him.” she grabbed your arm that was holding your phone and shook it. “text him. have him come up here.”
you laugh. “he’s busy right now. he’s getting ready for the show.”
your mom and aunt lean back in their seats. “oh,” your aunt said in a suggestive tone.
“oh,” your mom repeated looking at your aunt.
“is he in the band?” you aunt asked like it was a secret.
you laughed. “kinda?”
“damn girl, good for you,” your cousin shouted from the doorway. your whole family laughed along with you.
you slyly sent harry a text.
“haz, they are so excited.”
“good, i can’t wait to meet them.”
harry was phenomenal. he floated across the stage without a care in the world, confident as ever. he was amazing, and you were so proud of him.
you aunt turned to you expressing how impressed she was of him. throughout the show, you and your cousin danced and sang along to the music. you had a blast, and you were so glad your family was there with you.
at the end of kiwi, Harry looked up at your suite and blew a kiss in your direction. you smiled down at him with a hand over your heart. you shrieked and cheered loudly for him. you looked like a mad woman, and your family laughed at you. you didn’t care because your eyes were on your man. you caught him laughing at you before he turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. Sarah and Mitch waved to you as they moved to take their bows with Harry. You waved back at them laughing as you clutched to the railing that enclosed you in your box. you loved your tour family just as much as you love your actual family.
when they finally left the stage, you helped your family pack up their stuff.
“are we going backstage?” your cousin asked.
“yeah,” you nodded your head. “is everyone ready? we are gonna take the back way to the backstage so you have to stick with me.”
“yes, let’s go,” your mother said gesturing toward the door. it was getting a little late for your parents, but they wanted to meet your boyfriend. you sent him a warning text to let him know you were on your way to him.
you led them down to the backstage area. you passed through all of the guarded security check points with your badge. your cousin and brother were amazed at everything. they were pointing at everything and had to make a comment about it. you rolled your eyes at them. they could be goofballs sometimes.
when you reached the dressing room area, you turned to your parents.
“so he’s in here,” you point to the door of Harry’s dressing room. “are you ready to go in?”
“yes, let’s go,” you mom waved at the door.
you knocked twice before opening the door. you peaked your head inside to make sure he was still dressed before fully opening it. Harry was standing next to his suit rack hanging up his jacket.
“hi,” you waved entering the room with your family following.
he turned to you. “hey,” he greeted before pulling you into a hug. he finally looked up at your shocked family. “hi, (y/n)’s family.” he gave them a small wave.
“holy shit,” you cousin whispered.
you turned to your family with Harry’s arm still around you. “so this is Harry, my-uh-boyfriend.” you gestured to him. “Harry, these are my parents, aunt, brother, and cousin,” you said pointing out each of your family members.
“hi, nice to meet all of you,” he said shaking each of their hands. “would you like to take a seat.” he offered gesturing to the sofas that were in his dressing room.
they all took a seat and began to gush about how much they loved the show. they asked you both question after question about your relationship as you leaned into his side with his arm still wrapped around your shoulder.
he looked down at you, and you smiled looking up at him. it was a good day.
later that night, as the two of you curled up in your hotel bed, you placed both hands on his face and stared into his eyes while he held you close.
i’ve never been in love before // zuko x fem!reader
Hey! This is my first imagine. I hope you enjoy it! You can always request imagine ideas, I would gladly write it.
The team was working so hard everyday. Training for hours on end. Coming up with plans and back-up plans to those plans.
In a couple days, it would be Sozin’s comet.
Everyone was nervous and especially Aang. He would have to face with the difficult task of killing Fire Lord Ozai.
“I can’t kill Ozai!” Aang yelled.
We were all in the campfire talking about our plans for tomorrow…
Zuko and I sat together while Aang and Katara were on the other side of the campfire. Suki and Sokka were cuddling.
“You have to!” Zuko yelled. “It’s the only way.”
“But can’t there be another way too? Aang doesn’t want to kill him so he shouldn’t.” Replied Katara.
“Everyone stop your yapping. Let’s go over the plan again.” Sokka said. He began recapping what we are going to do for tomorrow.
“Okay so Toph, Suki, and I will try to destroy the Fire Nation’s fleet of ships while Katara, Y/n, and Zuko fight off Azula. Sounds good?” Sokka ended his speech. We all nodded. I looked up at Zuko and he looked nervous, more on edge than usual.
While everyone headed to their tents, Zuko and I stayed behind.
“You okay?” I asked, putting my hand on his thigh. He looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“I’m just- I don’t want to see you get hurt tomorrow.” His eyes were filled with tears.
“Don’t worry about me, okay? My earth bending has been improving and we have each other.” I gave Zuko a reassuring smile.
He grabbed my hand on his thigh and interlocked it with his. This caused both of us to blush. The butterflies in my stomach became much apparent and my feelings for him grew.
“I need to tell you something before it’s too late.” Zuko said. He gulped and I grew nervous.
“C’mon, let’s walk by the lake.” I said to him and let go of his hand interlocked with him. We both got up and head for the lake.
“So, what’s on your mind, Zuzu?”I put my tongue out after saying my nickname he hated. His blush came back and he put a hand behind his head. We both chuckled.
“I just wanted to tell you- I uh.” He turned around sheepishly. I gave him a look of confusion and placed my hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay Zuko. I’m not gonna bite, just spit it out.” I turned him around and we were met face to face.
I could feel his hot breath against my face.
“I’ve never been in love before. Until, I met you.” His face was hung low and after he said those words, he moved his head to look at you in the eyes.
“You really mean it?” I responded. I stared at him with love and placed my hand on his cheek. He took my breath away. I loved him the moment he joined team avatar and I love him now.
We grew really close throughout Aang’s training to master fire bending. He was shy and timid with the rest of the group. But with me, his aura was completely different. We spent late nights talking about life. He opened up to me about finding out his mother was still alive. We sobbed together as we recalled our childhood trauma. My parents left me to die and sold me out to some pirates. My life was filled with sadness and lonely, until I met Aang, Sokka, and Katara. Most importantly, when I met the love of my life Zuko.
Even though we grew up in different social classes and had different experiences. It only caused us to be closer.
When I heard him saying those words, my heart exploded.
“Yes, Y/n. I am so in love with you. The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. You understand me like no one else does. You listen to me and you are always there for me. Even when I betrayed everyone else, you believed me. I don’t want to lose you tomorrow.” He placed his hand on my hand.
“I love you Y/n.” He moved forward and connected our lips together. He placed his hands on my waist and my hands were wrapped around the back of his head. We kept kissing until we ran out of breath.
As we pulled apart, I just stared into his golden eyes. “I love you too, Zuko. Now kiss me again.”
ahhh u def need to elaborate on the riding rudy thing when u have the chance
This is a concept bc I don’t have the capacity to write a full one shot lol
You drink your beer from your red solo cup as you look at your boyfriend talking to his best mates. They finally finished shooting Outer Banks and you are all celebrating at the director’s house. They all know you because Rudy introduced you to the whole cast weeks ago. He looks up and catches you staring at him, so he grabs his phone and types something. ‘R u bored?’ You smirk ‘nope…’ he frowns and keepts typing ‘then why are you there looking at me instead of being with the others?’ Your smirk widens ‘i wanna do something else’ you can see he is still confused when he texts you back ‘wanna go back home?’ ‘Nope… I think there are bedrooms here’ and when you look up you see rudy widening his eyes. He looks at you and in less than second he excuses himself from Drew and Chase and comes to you. ‘Y/n…’ you know he feels like he should talk to you out of this, although he wants it too. ‘Those jeans Rudy… I can still remember when you wore them the first time…’ you moan in his ear, touching his thigh. ‘Washing machines are actually a miracle’ you giggle and capture his lips in a quick kiss. ‘Let’s go’ and he makes sure no ones is looking at you when you leave, he guides you towards the rooms until he find an empty one and closes it behind him. ‘You are always so fucking needy’ ‘just when it comes to you, baby’ he smirks and kisses you, pushing you against the wall. His hands are everywhere: your cheeks, your neck, your stomach, your ass, your breasts. You know you don’t have much time so you push him on the bed and straddle his lap. ‘Wanna ride me, baby girl?’ You hum in response and wait for him to push his pants and underwear down, you grab a condom from your bra. ‘How did you know we were gonna fuck?’ ‘I know your dick better that my own self, pankow’ you smirk, giving his shaft a few strokes to get him properly hard and then put your hands on his shoulders. He chuckles and helps you sitting down on his hard member. ‘Fuck’ ‘shit dont be loud’ you moan into his ear as his hands help you riding him, you push your hips and he tries his best not to buckle his otherwise you’d make too much noise. ‘Feels so fucking good’ ‘i know baby’ and you muffle your moans by kissing him but the pleasure is too much so you rest your forehead against his. ‘Stop being so fucking loud’ he grunts when you let another moan fall from your lips. His hand is quick and he wraps it around your throat, squeezing it. ‘Ru-dy’ you moan but this time it’s not loud and he smirks. You start bouncing on his dick as he lets go of your neck just to shove two fingers inside of your mouth, he knows you can’t be quiet whenever you fuck. ‘Im c-close’ your words are muffled against his fingers but he understands. His other hand slips downward and plays with your clit. ‘Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock while the others are just a room away from us’ you moan quietly, your tongue swirling around his fingers as if it was his dick. He grunts and with one last thrust you both cum. ‘Fuck…’ you both breath out as you catch your breath and get dressed. Rudy tries to hide the condom as best as he can.
You walk back to the party, no one seems to have noticed your absence. ‘Im gonna throw this’ he tells you and walks towards the kitchen. You grab two beers for you and your boyfriend when you hear. ‘You fucked in my daughter’s room?!’ And you immediately wanna bury yourself as you turn around and see Rudy talking to the director. Everyone bursts into laughs while you and rudy’s cheeks become redder than a tomato. Caught.
request: Hello amazing person! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Timothee imagine where the reader and Timothee have been dating for a while (the reader is a famous actress) and there relationship gets exposed somehow. You can obviously alter anything you want, and I totally understand if you can’t do it. Thank you so much!
warnings: swearing if that even counts lol
(also, i am clearly SO good at titles…lmao help me)
“Timmy, I think they’re onto us,” You teasingly smiles.
Timothee laughed, “What do you mean?” He belly-flopped onto the bed, leaning in close to you.
“Look, they’re making accounts about us now. This one’s called, ynandtimmyproof,” You laughed.
Timothee shook his head, taking your phone from you and scrolling through the account’s posts. All the post were pretty much reaching, but you two had to give them some credit. It was some pretty big detective shit. One post showed a picture of from your Instagram story of you at a party…it was a selfie with Emma Stone, a good friend of yours. Then in the same post, the account user placed a picture from Timothee’s own story, of him and his friends, proving you two were at the same party that night. Which was true. You two had gone together to Emma’s birthday bash, but made sure to stay separate during photos.
It wasn’t like you two were ashamed of each other. That wasn’t the case at all. But with Hollywood being such an exposing industry, and neither of you having barely any privacy, you two agreed your relationship needed to stay secret. Your friends and families knew, of course, but secret from the public. The only time either of you ever posted about each other was on each other’s instagram spam accounts. They were extremely well hidden, with only your closest friends following them. If anyone were to come across the private accounts, they wouldn’t connect it to you or Timmy.
But so far, a year and a half into your relationship, you’d been having a blast. The privacy was so nice. Sure, you had to go to some bigger extents in public to keep people from noticing you two, but it was worth it.
Once done snooping through the fans’ accounts, you began mindlessly scrolling through your camera roll.
“Wait, go back,” Timothee said, looking over your shoulder.
“Which one?” You asked. His hand hovered over yours as he picked the photo you’d skipped over. When he clicked on it, a smile suddenly appeared on your face. It was a photo of you two in some small city in France. A week long vacation you two took a six months ago before you both were going back to work in separate projects. The photo was you two sitting on a rustic balcony, overlooking the beautiful village and it’s gorgeous countryside. You were dying of laughter in the photo, due to Timothée attacking your neck with kisses. Although his face was practically buried in your neck, you could see the contagious smile etched onto his face in the photo. Your faces were so genuine, so at peace…you couldn’t help but admire it for a few more seconds.
“I love that picture,” Timothée murmured. But he wasn’t looking at photo anymore. He was looking at you, with nothing but pure love in his eyes.
You threw your phone aside, slightly blushing and running your hand through his curls. It was almost an instinct at this point. His eyes fluttered slightly at the feeling of your hand.
“I love you,” You whispered.
“I love you,” He said back with no hesitation. You didn’t have a change to say anything before he leaned down and softly pressed his lips against yours. His presence was so warm and gentle, you wanted to just melt against him.
Once the kiss broke apart, you giggled softly as you twisted one of his curls with your fingers.
He chuckled, “Why do you love my hair so much?”
“I love all of you,” You smiled, kissing him once more.
Still laying on his stomach next to you, he bashfully laid his head on the bed. He leaned over, kissing the side of your arm softly. You watched him carefully with a smile still broad on your face.
With a loud “oomf”, you turned onto your back and laid down next to him, closing your eyes. You could feel the warmth of his body, and his fingers just barely caressing your cheeks, and all you could think was, this is the perfect moment to take a nap.
You felt Timothée reach over you, “You look so cute right now.” You opened your eyes to see him unlocking his phone.
Your boyfriend laid his head back down, before pulling his hoodie over his head, and leaning into you. The camera app was open, and you gladly leaned into him as well. With sleepy eyes, you decided to look at Timothee instead of the camera. He took the picture with a soft smile on his face.
He brought the phone down, taking a good look at his photo. You loved it. In it, you were gazing at him with adoration in your eyes.
“We never look at the camera at the same time,” Timothée joked. You giggled.
“That’s actually so cute though, send it to me.”
“Okay,” He said, “Imma post it on the spam, too.” You gave him a lazy thumbs up.
He mindlessly posted it with the caption, “Do I have something on my face?” which led you to shoving him lightly as a joke.
“I’m tired, too. Let’s nap!” He looked like a giddy little kid as he threw his phone to the side and spooned you. You sighed happily, melting into his touch. A few minutes passed with Timmy’s quiet snores in your ears, before you felt your phone buzz next to you.
You ignored it. You were too lazy to move.
But then another buzz. And another.
And another. Another.
Then your phone began ringing.
“Jesus Christ,” You said loudly. Timothee slightly jumped, but let go of you so you could grab your phone.
“Who is it?” Timothée asked groggily.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Florence.” You two were pretty close friends thanks to Timmy, but you knew she wasn’t a phone call kind of person. Why was she spamming you?
“Hello?” You held the phone up to your ear.
“Y/N!” She screamed through the phone.
You jumped, “Florence, what? What happened?”
“When did you and Timmy decide to go public??? I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU TWO!” She screamed. Your head shot up to look at Timothée, your eyes wide. Timothee saw the look on your face which only caused him to sit up in concern.
“Florence, what the fuck are you talking about? W-We didn’t go public.”
Timothee’s face scrunched in confusion before he slapped his face in realization. He reached for his phone at the speed of lightning. But you were still a bit lost.
Florence gasped, “But Timmy’s post….oh shit. That idiot.”
You almost dropped your phone. Florence quickly let you go, knowing you were going to start freaking out. You bid her a quick goodbye before hanging up and watching Timothée carefully.
“Fuck, I’m so stupid,” He muttered.
“Did you accidentally post that selfie to your main account?”
He nodded bashfully, showing the post. In just mere minutes, thousands upon thousands of comments flooded his instagram. And yours, you were guessing.
“I-I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. This is why I can’t post shit while I’m sleepy,” He began nervously rubbing his leg up and down while anxiously looking at the comments.
Your shoulders dropped, and a light smile spread on your face. You crawled over to him, taking the phone from him. You didn’t delete the post. No, you simply turned off the comments. Timothee looked at with slight confusion.
Grabbing his face, you comforted him. “Timmy, I’m not mad at you. I mean, now we kinda have this weight off our shoulders, right?”
“B-But I thought-“
You shook your head, “I love you, Timmy. People were bound to find out anyways. Maybe it was a sign from the Universe or something.”
He looked down, chuckling softly, “So everything’s okay?”
“I love you,” He hugged you.
“I love you more.”
Timothee pulled away, “Now those proof accounts are gonna lose their shit.”
!!TW: Mentions of rape/disturbing sexual behavior, necrophilia, and gun violence!!
This might not have been exactly what you asked for but I liked it so I hope you do too :) @ocean-dream3r
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
“The unsubs’ right around the corner then, if Reid’s color coded map is correct.” Morgan said to Hotch as he scanned the rest of your team.
You nudged Reid to look up from his map and justify his reasoning, “Uh-y-yeah. Yes I’m right.” Reid nodded to Hotch and Morgan as he said this, confidence beaming from his face.
Hotch grabbed his walkie and told the rest of the team to meet at the location Reid had found. He and Morgan promptly left the room, leaving you and Spencer by yourselves for a moment. You turned to face Reid and wrapped your arms around his neck while he placed his hands on your waist.
You sighed as you pulled away from the tight hug and brushed a piece of hair from Reid’s face. “Why are you so worried?” He cocked his head and you smiled. “Of course you know I’m worried, what gave it away?”
He kissed you gently and perked his eyebrows up, “You unknowingly chew your lip and pick at the skin on the thumb of your right hand. Also you leaned in my direction for the entirety of that briefing which indicates that you feel the need to get close to me and protect-“
Hotch opening the door to the small office you were in interrupted Reid’s rant and caused you two to jump back from each other. Hotch peered at the both of you, “Ready?” He asked, raising an eyebrow before exiting again.
Most of the team knew there was something going on between you two. No one knew if you were officially a couple, but it was definitely getting harder to hide as your love grew for each other.
“Yes sir.” Reid stuttered out as Hotch walked out of earshot and you hastily nodded. He gestured for you to walk ahead of him with a smile but grabbed your wrist before you fully passed him.
“I promise you don’t have to worry about me.” He murmured and kissed your cheek.
“1, 2, 3!” Morgan counted off before busting the door down to the unsubs’ house. The rest of the team filed in after him and scanned their surroundings with their guns pointed out in front of them.
Heart pounding with adrenaline, you turned right off of the main hallway and stalked into what seemed to be the unsubs’ bedroom. All you could see was a closet, a messy bed, and a desk in the far corner. “Clear!” you yelled before putting your gun back into its holster and making your way to the desk.
You squinted at the papers on the desk to make out the messy handwriting strewn across them. You reached down to pick a paper up when you heard a click come from behind you. Your body stiffened as your hand then moved to the gun on your hip.
“Not so fast agent,” a hoarse voice spoke, “no one is allowed to touch my stuff and get away with it.”
Dammit, you didn’t check the closet.
You heard his footsteps get farther until you heard the sound of the door being shut. Hot breath coated the back of your neck in seconds. You knew his gun was near your head, and you also knew he would shoot you if you screamed. “I know the rest of your buddies are gonna come in here shortly,” he whispered, “so im gonna make my last act count.”
You heard the sound of his belt being undone, “Im gonna enjoy this.”
He is a necrophiliac, he will have to kill me before he rapes me.
“Aren’t I too alive for your preference?” You breathed out, trying to stall. He chuckled as you heard him pull down his boxers and you gagged as you realized what he was doing to himself, “Not enough time sweetheart.”
A tear rolled down your cheek as you shut your eyes tight. You’ve never experienced anything like this. This fear pulsing through you was new. Deathly terrifying. You felt helpless as his free hand began to roam your body.
His cold hand began to slip down the back of your jeans. You couldn’t scream. You were frozen with fear.
The sound of the bedroom door being opened caused you to open them and turn your face to the side. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Reid standing in the doorway. True horror filled his face as he noticed what the unsub was doing behind you.
You looked away, ashamed that you had let this happen as you felt the unsub being pulled away from you. You quickly turned to see Reid wrestling the unsub to the ground while you pulled your gun out. “Take the shot!” Reid yelled, but the unsub had a gun too. Reid managed to flip the unsub on top of him so you could fire.
You squeezed the trigger.
The room seemed to pause after the bullet was fired. The unsub lifted a hand to his wounded side and collapsed next to Reid, gun in hand. You dropped your weapon and rushed over to Spencer to hold him. The rest of the team was already inside of the room to handcuff the unsub and lead him out the building.
“(Y/N), a-are you okay?” Reid flinched as he pulled away from your tight grasp. “Im fine are you?” You furrowed your brows as you examined his upper half. He turned his left shoulder away from you and got on his knees, “No you’re not fine he could have…he could’ve…” Reid shook his head at his lost train of thought and you saw the color drain from his face.
“Spencer? Spencer whats wrong?” you said as you grabbed the shoulder turned away from you. He gasped and you pulled your hand away to see blood covering it. “Shit Spencer you’re losing a lot of blood.”
You applied pressure to his shoulder and turned to see Emily behind you, already calling for medics. You held Spencer’s head in your lap, “Stay with me okay? Talk to me Reid.” You said as you saw his eyelids flutter.
“Reid what about your promise huh? Yeah you remember that?” He smiled at your words, “It’s just a graze.” He said through labored breathing. “Where the hell are the medics?” You yelled over your shoulder at Emily.
“They’re coming, move out of the way.” She said as she tried to pull you from Reid. “It’s gonna be okay I’ll come with you in the ambulance alright?” Reid could barely shake his head yes before you were completely pulled away by EMT’s.
They hadn’t let you ride in the ambulance with him, which was another stab to your heart. Morgan and Emily were accompanying the unsub to the hospital while JJ and Hotch informed the press. Leaving you and Rossi to follow Reid’s’ ambulance.
Heavy silence filled the car on your way to the hospital. It was only in the parking lot when Rossi spoke up, “Now before we go in there I need to make sure you’re in the right state of mind.” He said as he pulled the keys from the ignition.
“I’m fine we need to g-“ Rossi held a finger up to silence you, “We know what he did (Y/N), and I want you to know none of this is your fault. None of it.”
Tears filled your eyes and caused you to look down at your bloodstained hands. “You’re a strong girl, and we all know how much you care about the kid…”
You looked up at Rossi through your tears and saw understanding written across his face. “Don’t let this break you.”
Reid spent 4 hours on the table. He came out from surgery at around 2 in the morning with the entire team waiting for him. The doctor said he was asleep and advised you all to come back in the morning.
J.J. volunteered to drive you home and Emily asked to tag along. They all knew what happened and knew you shouldn’t be alone right now.
J.J. drove while you sat shotgun with Emily in the back. You bursted into tears as soon as you got in your seat which had Emily rubbing your shoulders soothingly behind you.
“Do you want to talk about it?” J.J. asked hesitantly. Emily paused as you wiped your nose on your sleeve and nodded, “I have to get it out someday.”
You described in detail to them the scarring events of the day. Emily sat there stunned and J.J. shook her head in disgust.
“Now Reid is in the hospital because I screwed up.” J.J. opened her mouth to protest but you stopped her, “I know I know it’s not my fault. Rossi gave me the speech already, but I don’t see who else’s fault it could be.”
The rest of the drive was silent.
The girls told you to get some rest, and Penelope even called to check on you. You told them you would but you never shut your eyes that night. You remember the way he felt behind you, how his breath hit your neck, you hated it.
You tossed your blood stained shirt in the trash and sat on your couch, unsure about what to do. Wishing you were there with Spencer.
You touched your neck to find the cold metal of the necklace Spencer gave you just a few days prior. It was a simple pendant with a heart carved into a smooth, flat stone. On the back were his initials.
You fingered the necklace and sighed, exhausted from crying you lied down on your couch and willed sleep to come, but it didn’t.
A few hours went by before you saw the sun start to peak through your curtains. You glanced at your watch and saw it was 6 already. Pushing yourself up, you went to grab a clean pair of clothes and brush your teeth.
Staring at yourself in the mirror was a bad idea. Your hair was tangled, makeup smeared, and your face lost some of its coloring. After splashing some water on your face you grabbed your phone and dialed for Hotch.
No surprise, he answered and asked if you were okay. “I’m…as okay as I can be.” You replied and rubbed your temples.
“No sleep I’m assuming?”
“No sir but I’m fine, trust me.”
Hotch seemed to consider your response before answering again.
“I know you’re going to ask me if you can go see Reid, and my answer is yes. I’ll let you take the day off.”
“I-thank you sir but I can report back in-“
“That’s an order, I know you need it.”
You chewed on your lower lip, contemplating.
“I understand. Thank you sir.”
“And (Y/N), we’re all here for you. I hope you know that.”
“Y-yes I do. Thank you.”
It was technically too early for visiting hours, but you flashed your badge to the lady at the counter and she didn’t say a word.
You remembered the room number the doctor had given you yesterday, and when you arrived to it you paused as your hand reached for the handle.
“No one is allowed to touch my stuff and get away with it.”
You shuddered at the memory and pulled your hand back, swallowing down your dry throat. You touched the door handle with your left hand instead and gently opened it.
The room was plain and sterile, no bright paintings or flowers like the patients’ rooms you visit on a case. You turned your attention to the bed, where Spencer was lying. You watched his chest peacefully rise and fall as you closed the door behind you.
You tried to quietly pull a chair from the corner of the room to his bedside but seemed to fail. His eyes slowly opened at the first scrape of the chair across the linoleum tile.
“Hey, hey honey.” You whispered as you sat and took his limp hand in yours. He fully opened his eyes and slightly squeezed your hand. “Sorry to wake you.”
“It’s alright, I’m glad to see you.” His voice was dry and croaky. “Here have some of this.” You said as you took a plastic cup with water sitting next to his bed and lifted it to his mouth. He gulped half of it and you placed it back on the table.
You mindlessly traced circles on his hand with your thumb, “How are you feeling?” You asked.
His face contorted as he tried to sit up more, “I’m doing okay. I noticed they haven’t given me pain meds.” You nodded, “I told the doctor last night when you first came in…I knew that’s what you would want.”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly in understanding. “Thank you.” He murmured as he brought your hand to his mouth.
“I should be thanking you,” you started, “I don’t know what would have happened to me if…” you trailed off; unable to complete the horrid thought.
You noticed his hand tense around yours at your words. “I swear to God…I was about to kill him. No man should…no one should ever treat you or touch you that way.” He looked at you straight in the eyes as he said those last words.
You sighed a shaky breath and shook your head, “I love…I love you so, so much Spencer and if anything,” you began to choke up, tears clouding your vision, “if you had died because of me I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.”
Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to blink the tears away. “Hey.” He said as he lifted his hand to cup your face. You put your hand on top of his as his thumb began to stroke your cheek, “I’m alive. I’m alright. That’s what matters. It’s not like I haven’t been shot before…it comes with the job.”
You laughed into his palm and kissed it, “I know I’m sorry for getting so emotional. It’s just…that was-“
“Traumatizing?” He finishes your thought, “To say the least, yeah.” You replied as he began to inch to the left side of his bed. “What are you doing?” You said as you stood to help him move.
“Come lay with me.” He said once he had moved as far as he could to the opposite side of the bed. You hesitated, “Are you sure? I don’t think I’m su-”
“Please?” He said as he gave you the puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist.
You carefully climbed in next to him, your head under his chin and your arms around his waist. You heard him sigh contentedly as he stroked your hair with his good arm.
“As long as I live I’ll protect you. You’re everything to me, you know that?”
You craned your neck up to look at him and kiss his jawbone, “Yes…and you to me.” Reid smiled and planted a kiss on the top of your head.
“I love you.”
“I love you too protector.”
Morgan and Prentiss came by to check on you two an hour later to find you both asleep. You clutching Reid’s waist and his arm resting on your head.
Morgan’s eyes widened at the sight and he smiled, “I guess I owe Garcia ten bucks.”
“And I owe Rossi twenty.” Emily whispered as the pair softly closed the door behind them.
A/N before you start to read this, this how the game looks like. I made this myself because I am obsessed with the show, got bored and just got this idea and started to create. This is the OBX monopoly and the game they will play in the imagine. At the end of the imagine will be more details of the board.
Game night - OBX Cast
This week it was your turn to pick out the games you could play. Sunday has been game night since you all got to Charleston. It has been one of the nights you looked forward to in the week. Tonight would be even more fun, because you customised the game you wanted to play. Being here with your boyfriend Rudy and not acting on the show, meant that you had a lot of time on your hands so the past week you have been busy with customising this game. You, and almost everybody else, loved monopoly so you decided to give it a little twist. You changed the typical monopoly to an Outer Banks version. You draw the cast and every other thing that played an important role in the show. You put that all together on the board. You found yourself pretty funny with the ‘Ward card’ and the ‘g-game card’. The ‘Ward card’ had the most cards of pay this or go that many steps back. The ‘g-game card’ had the most rewarding things.
“Y/N, we’re waiting!” Austin yelled at you. You were putting the last thing together.
“I’m almost done!” You quickly made a photo of the game and then you put everything in the box and took it out to the livingroom. Everybody was seated around the kitchen table.
“What took you so long?” Madison asked you once you placed the box down on the table.
“Well. It took me a week, so you guys didn’t even had to wait that long.”
“Why?” Chase asked.
“Babe, what did you do to the monopoly?” Rudy asked.
“Nothing! I just touched it up a little bit,” you said and opened the box. Jonathan quickly grabbed the board and folded it out. He started to laugh as soon as he saw what I did to the monopoly. He laid it down on the table and everyone else started to laugh.
“This is the most hilarious thing I have ever seen,” Drew laughed.
“Damn, Y/N. How in the world did you come up with this?” Madelyn asked you.
“Just wanted to change things up a little bit.” The board went around the table so everyone could look at it from up close.
“Babe, this is amazing.” Rudy kissed your cheek. You smiled at put the board in the middle. You set everything up and then you started to play.
You were playing for half an hour now and everybody loved it. They loved how much of the show you put in the game.
“I swear, Netflix needs to put this out as an official thing of the show,” Chase said.
“That would be pretty cool,” you answered him. It would be a dream if they would actually do this.
“Okay, wait. Hear this,” Madison laughed as she grabbed a Ward card. “Ward is coming for you, go four steps forward.” Everybody laughed and Madison took four steps forward with a big smile on her face. She landed on the gold. “Give me all the money!” She took all the money off the board and put it with the money she already had. Chase was next. He rolled the dices and took six steps forward, landing on the kook or pogue. He grabbed the card from the stack and read it out loud.
“Who said it: ‘Great, the whole death squad’. Y/N, this one is easy. Pope said it.” You nodded your head.
“All of these are easy for you guys,” you said and handed him some money from the bank.
“True.” Madelyn was next. She took five steps forward and landed on the same place where Chase was.
“Oeh, I wonder if I will get this right,” she said and she grabbed a card from the stack. “It’s a question! We haven’t had that one before. Okay, here it comes. Who did Kiara kiss? Pope, because that was in the last episode I think.”
“And someone else,” Madison said.
“You kissed two guys? Damn girl. Eh, I want to say JJ?”
Madison shook her head. “It was John B. Kissed Pope and John B.” You nodded.
“I get enough kisses from this girl right here,” Rudy said and wrapped his arm around you.
“Go get a room,” Austin said.
“We’re not even doing anything,” you said all defensive.
“Yet,” Rudy added to that. You rolled your eyes, but with a smile on your face. He quickly kissed your cheek before rolling the dices himself.
The game went on and on for the entire night. Everybody loved it so much that you couldn’t stop playing. After a night full of fun, you all decided it was time to go to bed since everybody had to go to set tomorrow.
“That was a fun night,” Rudy said as the two of you were laying in bed.
“It was. Did you like the game?”
“I loved it. It looked amazing. You really have talent Y/N.”
“Nah, I just drew over some pictures. I can’t draw for shit.”
“No, not just the drawing part, but the whole creating part. You came up with an idea and you decided to make it. It looked great, even for someone who can’t draw.”
“I loved making it. I don’t know what to do with my life now,” you laughed.
“You’ll find something else to keep you busy with.” You smiled and kissed him.
“Right now, it’s probably going to be you,” you said and laughed before kissing him again.
As promised here are so more details of the board!
IT'S ME AGAIN BACK WITH ANOTHER IDEA/REQUEST THAT I HOPE HASN'T BEEN DONE YET. i kind of thought of this scenario where reader is kageyama's s/o and they do a skincare routine. they do everything and the reader finishes it with some lipbalm and turns to tobio and asks him "want some?" he just nods, BUT the reader just goes for a teeny tiny kiss (so they can share the lipbalm) and kags is all flustered and like really blushy (HE'S BABIE) 😔
This was a bit shorter than I would like but I hope you like it babe!
Lip Balm (Kageyama Drabble)
You were sitting at your desk, a number of skin care products spread over the rest of the surface. Your boyfriend, Kageyama, was sitting on your bed. He was playing a game on his phone, not really paying attention to what you were doing. He knew that you went through a whole routine every night so he didn’t pay you much mind.
When you were done, you shut the light on your mirror off and started putting the bottles back in the drawers. When you were done, a single stick of lip balm was left on top of the desk.
“You done?” He said, turning his phone off.
When you nodded, he reached for the remote to your TV. He patted the bed beside him, waiting for you to join him. He’d been talking about wanting to watch this movie with you for a while, but because of volleyball the two of you had been having a hard time finding a moment with each other.
“One more thing, actually.” You turned back around to your desk and grabbed the lip balm.
You climbed into the bed with him and put it on. You had just set it on your nightstand when you asked him if he wanted any.
He hesitated for a minute; he didn’t really need any but the playful tone in your voice told him to say yes. He wasn’t about to ruin whatever plan you had, so he said yes.
You reached over and grabbed the lip balm from your night stand. When you turned back over, he had his hand out for you to give it to him. He was half expecting you to put it on for him when you didn’t give it to him.
But you didn’t. When you turned over to him, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you. His lips met yours, for a second he didn’t kiss back. When he realized what was going on, he put his hand behind your head and pulled your closer.
His lips were soft against yours, the kiss was slow but passionate. He groaned against your lips, falling into you when you pulled away just a little. You grinned and laughed at him, which pulled a laugh from him too.
“You’re cheeky.” He said, falling onto the bed beside you.
You smiled at him, admiring him. He looked so peaceful, instead of tense like he usually did. His hair was messy, his eyes were much more at ease, and the ghost of a smile was on his face.
“I know,” You said, snuggling into his chest. “But did you at least like my lip balm?”
things were always wild when there were boneyard parties, especially when the pogues were in charge. it always blew my mind how many people showed up, i didn’t even know there were that many people in the outerbanks. i suppose most of them were tourists though. that, and i didn’t know a single person who didn’t jump at the mention of free beer
i walked around for a little bit, trying to find him, assuming he was with his friends. usually if you could find Pope or John B, JJ wasn’t far behind, but i hadn’t ran into any of them.. which made me frown. i hopes they hadn’t gone off on their gold hunting tangent without at least letting me know first.
frowning, i took a deep breath and sat down on one of the old pieces of driftwood. i was tired of looking. if i stayed in one place, maybe he’d find me instead. JJ seemed pretty eager for me to come when we talked on the phone and for all i knew, he wasn’t even there yet.
quickly, i pulled my phone from the band of my maxi skirt and send him a text, letting him know that i was by the water, before tucking it back where it was.
the sound of the water was calming, even with the noise and music blasting behind me. the waves radiated a different type of roar when they crashed, one that reminded me what this summer hopefully, had in store.
“you okay?” i heard from behind me. immediately, i turned around to see who it was, hoping that the slightly muffled voice was JJ. unfortunately, it wasn’t. instead, it was a tall blonde boy in a polo shirt- a rather familiar kook that i just couldn’t remember the name of.
“yeah i’m fine, just waiting for someone,” i shrugged, before he sat down next to me. i didn’t suppose his company would be too bad, despite the fact that i didn’t really trust the kooks after Topper tried to drown John B on the beach a few weeks ago.
“you looked like you could use some company,” he nodded, planting his hands on his thighs, as if to keep them busy, “i’m Rafe.”
and that’s when it dawned on me, who i was talking to. Rafe Cameron was Ward Cameron’s black sheep son; i’d heard stories about him selling drugs and even doing them at the kook parties in town. my body tensed, i could see it in his face that he could tell, too.
“i take it.. that you’ve heard about me?” he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.
i couldn’t do anything but nod. the idea that he was sitting so close to me was almost suffocating at that point and i scooted over a little, to leave more space than there already was.
“i’m not- i mean i just sat down because you looked lonely..” he frowned, pointing his eyes towards the water in front of us.
the expression on his face almost made me feel bad for him. i’d heard of a lot of the bad things he’d done but i didn’t think anyone could be all bad, could they?
“it’s.. it’s fine,” i pursed my lips, “i didn’t recognize you when you sat down,” not that i was really around him enough to thoroughly recognize him.
“who were you waiting on anyway?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow, finally turning his head to look away from the water and back at me.
i opened my mouth to answer, but was quickly interrupted by another voice. a voice that made me feel absolutely relieved, less tense than i was while just sitting next to the royal kook families drug addict son.. even though i really didn’t think he was as bad as everyone was leading on. or maybe he was, and i just hadn’t seen it yet.
“she’s waiting for me,” JJ had moved his body to stand almost directly in between Rafe and I, with the small issue of not being able step through the drift wood.
i could see the line of visible tension between the two; there was bad blood there and there always would be, but i just wasn’t so keen on fighting, so i stood up.
“thanks for waiting with me.. Rafe,” i thanked him reluctantly, even more so since JJ was standing there with such a stony look on his face, “C’mon JJ.” i tugged on his arm.
“what the fuck?” he grunted, once we were out of Rafe’s line of vision, “why were you down there with him?”
we were a little ways away from everyone else, walking towards the pogue house- where John B lived. it was called that because it was only him there and the pogues went there to crash sometimes after a wild party like the one going on, or after a particularly tiring day.
“i was waiting for you and he just sat down,” i scrunched my eyebrows. it was like he was mad at me for another person sitting down to talk to me, “we were only there for like five minutes?”
my own eyebrows scrunched, watching him roll his eyes, tugging me towards the house. i bit back on my jaw, “JJ,” i huffed, “JJ, what’s your problem?” i pulled my hand from his own
once we reached the porch.
“nothing,” he threw his hands down, “nothing i just.. i don’t understand why you were sitting down there talking to the kook prince in front of everyone.. that guy’s an asshole,” i could see the tension in his own jawline building up, “he could’ve-“
i couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face, seeing him get so worked up over nothing. having him care so much about me gave me butterflies, especially because i knew i cared just as much about him.
“are you jealous?” i interrupted, looking up at him through my lashes, pulling my lower lip between my teeth to suppress the wide grin beginning on my cheeks.
in an instant, my back was against the wall of the house, enclosed by the little netted porch that was going to fall apart any day now. my breath had caught in my throat. his hand had gripped ahold of my chin, pointing my face upward to look at him.
“yeah, i’m fucking jealous,” he breathed- his breath smelled of mint and alcohol, an odd combination, but one i’d come to love, “my girlfriend was down there being chatted up by-“
“JJ it wasn’t like that i-“ this time, i cut myself off, seeing the way he was looking at me. his crystal blue eyes had darkened a shade or two, following suit with the color of the ocean. i’d never quite seen him like that before, which both frightened me and thrilled me. i knew he’d never hurt me though.
JJ’s face pushed in. he missed my own, but his nose ran gently down my cheek. “you’re MY girlfriend,” he hummed, right beneath my earlobe, “do i need to prove it to you?” he was grinning, subtly, but i could feel it.
i wonder if he knew just how weak in the knees that sentence made me. by the noise that left my throat, i suppose it wasn’t hard to tell.
my face was pulled towards him again, but this time i was met with his lips against my own and his hands falling to meet my hips, pulling them against his own. JJ kissed me like he meant it. needy and hard. it send me reeling, something a little more than butterflies exploded in my stomach and i found myself pushing into him.
his hands found my behind quickly, which made me gasp. his tongue darted right into my mouth, exploring desperately over each of my teeth until our tongues met.
soon, he’d lifted me from the ground, trapping me in his arms by the waist. he was still reluctant to unattach our mouths for too long, so i wrapped my legs around his waist and tangled my fingers into his soft, blonde hair.
he slung the door open with his foot, but just as he did. a very dreadful sounding call came from the beach.