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sagittariuswritings · 3 years

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TFATWS EPISODE 4 SPOILERS Pairing: Helmut Zemo x f!reader Summary: Y/n was dragged along Sam and Bucky’s “Zemo mission” by Bucky. She’s a mutant herself, an empath to be exact. After the blip, Bucky became her new neighbor. They became good friends, and got to know each other, and he offered to teach her self defense. When he asked for her help, she never knew she’d catch feelings for a criminal. Warnings: Language, angst, soft!zemo, fluff, and h*nd h*lding Word count: 2.3k+ A/N: I know I know I posted a screenshot of this days ago but I’ve been really busy at the barn lately and I always have to go to bed before midnight and I’m typically busy until 8pm so I’ve been really meaning to finish this!! AO3 link (not my gif)

The new plan was for Sam to try and talk to Karli. Of course, Y/n didn’t expect Zemo to actually go through with that. Zemo called Karli a supremacist, which just about earned him a punch across the nose from her, but she held herself back - more like Bucky caught what she was about to do and he grabbed her by the elbow to drag her away like a child.

Y/n wore gloves nearly all the time, in all weather. With her empathic powers, and no one to guide her with them, she didn’t know how to control them or contain them, so she resulted in wearing gloves instead. Sure, it sucked when summer came, but in her mind it was worth it in the end.

Of course, John Walker himself had to butt in. The four of them (Sam, Bucky, Zemo, and Y/n) were on their way to Donya’s funeral, and low and behold John Walker’s been tracking them down. “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.”

“Ah great - How’d you find us now?” Bucky immediately spoke up when they rounded the corner to fully see John and Lemar.

“Come on, man, you really think two avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Started Lemar, but then John butted in. “No more keeping us in the dark. You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.”

“Technically speaking, he did that himself-” Y/n started, but John cut her off.

“And who the hell is she?” He turned, looking at Sam and Bucky while jabbing a thumb in her direction.

“She can very well speak for herself, off-brand Captain America.” She said with her arms going over her chest. She couldn’t stand the guy already. Her and Bucky were together to watch his little football game thing, and she could practically see the steam coming out of Bucky’s ears. She could feel the anger, too. “I’m simply an acquaintance helping my friends, none of your concern.”

“None of my-” “Yes, none of your business. I know where Karli is.” Zemo interrupted him, starting to push past John, but he stopped him. “Well where?” Sam spoke up for Zemo, “All we know is, it’s a memorial, so we’re gonna intercept her there.” Lemar said something about being careful due to civilians, but Zemo, Y/n, and Bucky were already starting to walk off.

John tried explaining his quote on quote plan and that of course led to bickering between him, Sam, and Lemar. All Y/n could do was roll her eyes and earned a small chuckle from Zemo beside her. “What?” “Oh, nothing, it is just entertaining is all.” “What? Me getting frustrated or them bickering like children?” Zemo paused. “Both.”

John, yet again, tried stopping them, and having already been around their bickering, Y/n was getting fed up. This time, it was Zemo who held her back. He gently wrapped his hand around her elbow before she could speak up, and she reluctantly listened to him, letting the rest of them deal with his bullshit.

“I’ll deal with you later.” John pointed at Zemo. “Yeah, sure you will.” She mumbled, and before John could snap back, Zemo spoke up. “My associate is just up ahead.” And with that, they were finally moving again. Y/n figured there would be a trick or two up Zemo’s sleeve, but using a child to show him to the funeral was the last thing she expected him to do. As he gave her the money, she couldn’t help but smile a little. It was nice to see a man that looked extremely closed-off do something good. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

Before Zemo could even speak, John cuffed him to a piece of machinery. “You’ve got ten minutes, then we’re doing things my way.” He told Sam over his shoulder after cuffing Zemo.

“Aggressive. But I get it.” In all honesty, Y/n wasn’t against this. More often than not her gut feelings were correct, and she certainly had a gut feeling that Zemo was going to do something either stupid or bad within the next hour or so.

Y/n sat down beside Lemar, bringing one knee up to her chest and letting her other leg hang off the edge of this machinery. She didn’t hate Lemar the way she hated John. Lemar seemed to have a good heart, one that was set in the right way and that wouldn’t change no matter what. He wasn’t like his associate, and Y/n could feel it. John had an aggressive and arrogant type of energy, meanwhile Lemar had a passionate and determined energy. There wasn’t a dangerous edge to the man.

The entire ten minutes - well, at this point it hadn’t even been eight let alone ten -, John paced nonstop and was driving her and Bucky insane. Her and Bucky seemed to make eye contact out of frustration nearly every time John would pace. And Zemo just stood with a grimace on his face the entire time. “Do you ever stop?” She finally said. “Stop what?” “Trying so fucking hard to be the hero of every situation.” “Excuse me?” That seemed to irritate him because he stopped pacing and came up to her, barely leaving much space between them.

“Y/n.” Bucky spoke, his tone a warning. “Leave it be.”

“No, I’m not going to leave it be. Not when I can’t hear my own thoughts over this guy making a trench in the concrete.” She sat up as she defended herself, not even bothering to look up at John when she talked to Bucky. “You try so hard to be the good guy. You have this mindset that you’re in control of everything just because you gave yourself the label Captain America. You think just because you’ve been labeled as Captain America, you can just go about bossing everyone around. You’re a spitting image of your average American, however.” With that, she got to her feet. She was smaller than him, but that didn’t stop her from continuing. “You’re a rich white man with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, but you think because you’re a rich white man that you can control everything. You’re one spitting image of the American Government: Fucked up and corrupt.”

You could hear a pin drop. It was so silent. Y/n could feel the pure anger in John begin to bubble up, and right when she thought he was going to hit her, all he said was “I’m going in.” She was left standing there as Lemar jogged after John, just her and Zemo being the only ones left in the room.

“That was… Impressive.” Zemo ended up speaking first. Y/n snapped her head over at him, and there were tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t normally get like this. The energy in the room was tense and her emotions got caught in the tension. “It wasn’t.” She mumbled, a sniffle following her words as she made her way over to Zemo. “I don’t exactly trust you but,” She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. “This is a bit much.” It took her a second, but she was able to unlock the handcuffs.

Zemo seemed to stare at the cuffs for a moment while he rubbed his wrist, his eyes meeting her own. “Thank you.” “It’s nothing. Just go do your thing and I’ll be your babysitter.”

The large metal door slammed before Y/n could follow Zemo into the boiling room, and she heard him shove things in front of the door. “Zemo?” Silence. “Zemo what the fuck, let me in!” She shoved her shoulder against the door, but it didn’t budge. “It’s for your own safety.” She scoffed. “My safety? You better be worried about your own safety if I get my fucking hands on you after this, open the door.” She heard his footsteps retreating and she slammed her fist against the door out of anger, probably bruising her hand in the process because god that hurt.

Gunshots went off. She didn’t want to leave the spot in fear of getting lost, and within minutes Bucky was jogging down the hallway. “Zemo locked me out and I just heard gunshots-” Before she could continue, bucky managed to get the door open by kicking it, then he just had to push it open. By the time they got in the room, Lemar entered from across the room and upon looking down, Zemo’s unconscious body was in the center of the room while John stood some feet away from him. “What the hell happened-?” Y/n breathed out, running down the stairs and dropping to her knees by Zemo’s body, her fingers instantly going to his pulse beneath his jaw. There was a very obvious pulse, but she was still shaken up.

Why was she shaken up? He was a bad man. He was a criminal. He used Bucky to destroy people’s lives. He was supposed to be her enemy, so why was she worried about whether or not he had a pulse?

“Karli got him.” John came up behind her, but she stood up immediately. “Would you just back the fuck off? You don’t need to butt in on everything or be involved in everything. Get it through your stupid fucking helmet to your brain.” He started talking but she turned around and got back to Zemo’s side. She lightly hit his cheek with her gloved hand, and when he didn’t budge for a moment, she muttered a sorry before slapping him. That seemed to wake him up. His head lifted off the concrete, and his eyes fluttered open to meet her own.

“Oh, good, you’re alive. Let’s go back to your home now. Bucky?” She looked up at him, a soft pleading look in her eyes that said help. Reluctantly, he wandered over and helped her get Zemo to his feet.

Bucky and Sam had left to find somewhere for food, and left Y/n alone with Zemo in his home. She didn’t mind, if anything it was her suggestion. While the pair left the building, she guided him to his couch. He originally sat up but she put a hand on his chest and gently put pressure on his chest to ease him into a lying position. “I’ll get you some ice.” She quietly said, making her way to the kitchen.

“A cold cloth, please. Not a fan of ice over my eyes.” Zemo managed to speak up, his voice drifting to the kitchen. “As long as you’re sure.” She answered, grabbing a washcloth from one of the many drawers of his kitchen.

Quietly, Y/n stepped into the living room. “Lift your head.” She ordered. “Feisty.” Was his response. She rolled her eyes and sat where he had lifted his head. “Lay back.” She ordered again. Reluctantly, he lowered the back of his head onto her lap. “Close your eyes.” “I like the sound of that.” He muttered, his lips forming into a smirk. “Keep it up and I’ll make your headache ten times worse.” She quipped, gently laying the cloth over his closed eyes. “Now open your hand for a glass.” And she gently placed a shot glass of one of his strongest alcohols in his hand. “Do you want any pain meds or anything?” She asked, looking down at him. “Your touch would be enough, mein liebling.” His voice was quiet.

Of course, Y/n wore gloves solely to not have any physical contact with anyone. She feared feeling others’ emotions, seeing as she didn’t have a clue of how to control them. She’d told Zemo that she just had sensitive skin to certain material, which she figured he didn’t buy it, but he never said anything else.

With hesitation, she removed her gloves and placed them on the coffee table to her left. “Alright.” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached for his right hand with her own. When she placed her hand in his, she felt him flinch. “You didn’t have to take your gloves off if you didn’t want to-” She cut him off. “It’s okay, Zemo.” “Helmut.” “Pardon?” “Call me Helmut. It’s my first name. Zemo isn’t my first.” Her brows raised in surprise, but she nodded.

Within moments of her slipping her hand in his, he intertwined his fingers with her own. A soft shade of pink settled onto her cheeks, and she was thankful that he couldn’t see her.

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel anything she’d feared when she touched his skin. She could feel faint pain and sadness from the past, but she also felt kindness. “You have a kind heart, you know. You put on a stone cold expression, but you’re kind.. I can feel it.”

With that, he placed his glass on the table and very quickly removed the cloth from his eyes, even though it hurt him to move his head too much. “I knew it.” She looked at him, a brow raised to toy with him. “Knew what?” “You’re an empath.” There it was. She knew he knew. “I am.”

“Am I… Hurting you?” Her heart nearly exploded at how soft his voice was. Very quickly, she shook her head. “No, no you’re not. I promise.” She smiled down at him and her eyes softened when she saw that look on his face. He was like a completely different person. He was touch starved. It was clearer than a crystal.

“Rest, Helmut… You need it.” She whispered, leaning over to gently press a kiss to his now cold forehead.

“You don’t need to tell me twice when you’re lulling me to sleep.” He snuck a smirk in before she laughed softly and covered his eyes with the cloth once more.

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luvdsc · 4 years

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mark lee sucks at technology.

tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!

pairing :: lee mark x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,883 words warnings :: none playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns) author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.

Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged.

Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.

Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.

The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”

His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.

“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.

“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”

His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”

“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”

You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.

“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”

“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.

You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.

You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.

“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”

Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).

“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.

“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.

“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”

“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.

“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”

“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”

The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.

“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.

“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.

“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”

“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.

“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”

“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”

“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).

“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play.

You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.

“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”

“No cookie?”

“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”

Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.

Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.

After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode.

Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”

“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”

Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”

His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”

By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.

As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.

“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.

“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”

“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.

“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”

“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.

When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”

“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).

“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.

“... No.”

You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”

Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.

Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.

After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?

Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold.

Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.

However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.

You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.

“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”

“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”

“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”

“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”

“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.

“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”

Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”

He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.

And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.

You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.

“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you.

“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”

“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”

“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”

“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”

You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”

Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”

Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”

You take a deep breath. “This.”

You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.

A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”

You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”

“Definitely not.”

This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.

When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.

“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.

“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.

“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.

“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.

“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”

When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”

“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.

“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.

“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.

“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.

“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:

“Can we do number three again?”

“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”

He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.

At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?

Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.

One new notification: donutkillmyvibe uploaded a new video!

moominjun commented:

so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?

donutkillmyvibe replied: yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧

nanaislove replied: omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖

goofys.chuckle replied: yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴

morklyrawr replied: hahahahaha stfu hyuck

tytrack commented:

mark is going through puberty. I apologize

dobunny replied: @.@

goofys.chuckle commented:

are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?

morklyrawr replied: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????

goofys.chuckle replied: uh gotta blast 🚀

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?

goofys.chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???

moominjun replied: LMFAOOOOO

goofys.chuckle replied: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

jenojam commented:

why am I not surprised……

itsmebetch replied: just mark thingz 🍉

suhprisemf commented:

mark your head looks flat af

jungjaeprince replied: 😂😂😂

10vely replied: @ jungjaeprince be quiet don’t cry

letswonwon commented:

whoop whoop

junguwu commented:

OMG CONGRATS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP SWEETIE 😍😍

takoyaki_prince commented:

MARK!!!!! you look handsome !! 😘

jisungpwark commented:

rip to @ donutkillmyvibe ’s future videos that mark will ruin. press f in the chat to pay respects 🙏🏻

bigheadking replied: F ✊🏻😔

peachyangel replied: f 🥺🥺

yoitslucas replied: F 🤪🤪🤪 but glad you’re happy, man ❤️

donutkillmyvibe replied: F 💔

morklyrawr replied: @ donutkillmyvibe wtf babe????

officialgordonramsay commented:

didn’t i tell you to get back on tinder ?

apado_god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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Shower

A/n: just a short smutty piece for you with a shitty ending. And once again I could not think of a title. Notes would be much appreciated! Pls don’t copy my work!!

Warning: smut, shower sex, fluff, swearing

Soapy suds littered your soft skin, the warm water of the shower cascading down your body, trying to wash away all the grogginess from being on a 9 hour flight from LA back to London. You felt amazing, not only because of the warmth spreading throughout your body but the fact that you had just traveled the world with your boyfriend Harry, you got to watch him perform practically every single night in the most flamboyant outfits singing his absolute heart out.

It was the best decision you’ve made, you’d decided your job had been made remotely accessible so how could you say no, being Harry’s second solo tour he had to admit that he was nervous even though he had toured countless times before, it was just that Fine Line was so raw, the rawest he’s ever been, there were a lot of his emotions harboured into every song but most of all he was more afraid that people wouldn’t like it, but you had comforted him along the way, which he was so grateful for having you there with him, instead of talking and maintaining your relationship through a tiny screen.

Sometimes you would have to grab both of his cheeks when he was overthinking and a little panicky pacing up and down his dressing room before a show ‘do you hear yourself, you’re being silly, that album is so beautiful and you are so so beautiful H inside and out, as long as you are happy nobody can tell you your not successful’ or something along those lines. Your last sentence was memorised in his head from the moment you said it even mentioned it in his Zane Lowe interview, it just meant soo much and grounded him erasing all of his worries, because it was true, his passion always laid with music it was a release for him the and it truly did make him happy even at the worst of times.

You are distracted from your thoughts when you hear the bathroom door creak open and a not even moment later Harry was walking into the room a little out of breath, he instantly started stripping. You chuckled at him, he had told you to take a shower whilst he sorted all of your twos luggage, and you knew he had done it as quickly as possible so he could get in the showers with you, hence why he was out of breath.

‘What are you laughing at’ he said trying to get his leg out of his jeans.

‘You’ by now Harry had flung his boxers onto the floor along with all his other clothes, and you couldn’t lie that you looked him up and down, all in naked glory.

‘You know my parents taught me that staring is rude y/n’ you looked at him in slight shock not realising that you had been staring at him, but you quickly conceal it.

‘M’not staring’ you say innocently

‘Then what are you doing’

‘I’m admiring you’ he chuckled at your response.

He steps into the showers and under the water towering in front of you, ‘and do you like what you see baby?’

You hide your face into his chest at his question, you know he already knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say it. ‘Don’t hide away from me, gimme a kiss’ he lightly grips your chin so that you would look up at him your eyes instantly lock with his green ones.

You clasp your hands behind his neck tangling you fingers in his now wet curls, moving to catch his lips in yours the mint from the gum he chews and the remnants of his cologne on his skin invade your senses. He brings his hand to the side of your jaw stroking it with his thumb, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, you gladly grant him access.

You start to feel a nudge on your thigh and you don’t have to look to see what I was ‘someones a little exited’ he smiles into the kiss ‘not had a proper fuck in ages my love, wanna feel you’ it was true that you and Harry hadn’t been properly intimate since being on your. Yes, you had had sex but only quick fucks here and there, Harry being busy all the time and then when it was time to go back to wherever they were staying he was utterly exhausted, but who could blame him, being a singer is very tiring work. Having sex on tour had fully satisfied your exhibitionist kink though, having quick sex before a show trying to keep quiet whilst there were people working away outside and always the possibility of someone walking in, cause Harry had a thing for forgetting to lock the door it was as if he wanted that to happen, which to be fair would be something Harry would do being the little shit that he is, and now that you were at home it felt so different, you could moan as loud as you wanted without anyone hearing you, and you could fuck in any room of the house without a care in the world.

‘Hmm, want you in my mouth’ you say biting his top lip ‘I have another idea sweet girl, and it involves a showers head’ you moan at this already knowing where this was going. ‘Do you want me to make you cum with the shower head darling’

‘Yes please H’ you clit tingling in anticipation, he quickly grabs the retractable shower head off the holder and sits down on the little bench along the wall, then gesturing for you to come sit, which you do turning around you ass on full show to him, so he couldn’t help himself when he gave each of your cheeks a small slap making you let out a quiet yelp, he just loved the way your ass jiggled.

As soon as you are seated in his lap, with your back against his chest he brings an arms around your middle to secure you from slipping. He then brings the shower head between your legs, the sound when his fingers intricately changed the setting to jet made shivers run up your spine ‘you ready sweet girl’ and before you have time to answer he aims the strong jet of water onto your clit, making you almost clamp your legs shut at the suddenness, you moaned uncontrollably at the way he ran the water in small circles almost to replicate the way his fingers would rub circles on your clit when you were close to cumming. ‘Feels soo good H’ your legs threatening to clamp shit once again, which Harry notices and quickly shoves your legs to the outside of his so that when you tried to clamp them shut again his legs would be able to stop the action. When the water hits a particularly sensitive spot on your clit it makes your back arch against him, your head falling into the crook of his neck, where he presses we kisses to your jaw. ‘Like the water on your pussy, don’t you’ he moans into your ear, his cock slightly rutting again to slope of your back to try and relieve some of the pressure.

‘Fucking love it’ you say frantically already being so close to the edge. ‘Bet your going to cum for me soon, can feel how your tensing up, knuckles are white from grabbing the bench too darling, so just let go, no need to hold it cause if you think this is the only time your cumming tonight then you are oh so mistaken baby, gonna have you screaming for me so much the neighbours are gonna get sick of hearing my name’ your on the edge now, legs shaking slightly you just need another gentle nudge and you will collapse, and as if Harry can sense it, he hovers his mouth over your ear his hot breath making contact with your cool skin ‘go on baby, cum for me’ and with that you are cumming, your back arcing impossibly more so much you thought you were going to break it, you hole pulsating rapidly, struggled breaths make it past your lips. Harry circles the jet around you clit a few more times before it all becomes too much for you, already growing incredibly sensitive, you push his hand away and Harry gets the message, immediately turning the settings so he could place the shower head down without it spurting water all over the room.

‘How was that baby?’

‘Felt really good, but I really would like your cock inside of me now’ your forwardness making him rut his hips against you back once again. You had only just cum and you were very sensitive but all you wanted right now was to be filled to the brim with your boyfriends cock, and who was he to deny you. He lifts you off his lap so that you would stand up so that he could do the same,he places the shower back in the holder and then immediately pulls you in for another kiss as if he had been deprived even though it had probably only been 5 minutes, seconds later you back hits the wall, the cold tiles against your skin making you hiss but also become a lot more horny the fact that Harry would inevitably be fucking you against that wall in the next few minutes. His hand run ups and down your body, making sure to touch every square inch of you skin, his hand starts to go lower and lower until the tips of his fingers come into contact with you pussy, still slick from your juices he runs them through you folds, making you jerk against him, a chuckle emitting from his lips ‘steady on there love’. He then brings his hand up to his mouth sucking in his fingers, then kissing you even deeper than before making sure that you got a taste of yourself ‘always taste-soo-fucking-sweet my sweet girl’ he manages to get out between heavy kisses. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you trace shapes onto the back of his neck, the sensation making him feel all fuzzy and all the more desperate to be inside you ‘jump’ he utters. Immediately making you wrap your legs around his hips, and the second you do you slip slightly, a yelp emitting from you lips but Harry’s hands come under your thighs securing you in his grip ‘don’t worry, would never let you fall my love’

‘Hmm, why thankyou my handsome boy’ you say making him hide in your neck ‘shut up’ he protests.

‘Never’ you chuckle at him threading your fingers through this hair once again, the moment soon turns into one of lust again when he starts sucking a hickey onto your neck, kissing over your collarbones to. ‘Really wanna fuck you’ he moans his eyes searching for yours, and when they make contact you can tell just how desperate he is ‘well fuck me then’ and that’s all you have to say before Harry lines his throbbing cock up with your entrance, then sinking into you to the hilt in one long thrust. Both of your moans fill the room, the angle making his cock go soo deep that it felt as though he was nudging at your stomach. ‘Soo fucking tight’ he whimpers at the overwhelming feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

‘You can move, please move’ and he doesn’t have to be told twice, although he swore he could have cum from merely placing his cock inside you, he steadily starts thrusting into you finding a rhythm. You fingers tug at his hair, you think you must be hurting him but when he moans even louder at a particularly harsh tug you are reminded of Harry’s undeniable pain kink, and you swear you can feel a new pool of wetness forming at your hole. ‘Faster please Harry’ you whimper when you feel his cock pick up pace you throw your head back, making a thud when it came into contact with the wall. ‘Shit feels soo good sweet girl, swear I could be buried in you pretty little cunt forever, s’like you were made for me’ he moans out.

‘Just for you Harry’ you whimper getting him even more riled up and delivers a particularly hard thrust up into your pussy, making you quiver around him. ‘Like that don’t you baby, like it when I’m a little rough with you’

‘I do, love it soo muc- shit you feel so good, hitting my special spot every time’ the knot in your belly starting to tighten. ‘Gonna cum for me again angel’ he asks already knowing the answer, you could hear the smugness dripping from his voice.

‘Yeah, I’m clos-so close’ you whimper, when you say this he starts fucking you harder so that you would fall over the edge even quicker as he was pretty close aswell, staring into your eyes as he does, which you found hot just in itself. ‘Cant even speak properly can you, am I fucking you that good angel’

‘Cock’s f-filling me up soo good’ you whimper. The only sound resonating in the room now were moans and the slapping of skin, you couldn’t control the sounds coming from your mouth and neither could he.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna cum’

‘Me too angel, want you to cum with me, yeah’ he reaches his hand around from one of your thighs to toy with your clit, knowing that’s all you would need. ‘I’m cumming, oh my god’ you shout your back arcing once again, Harry kept thrusting into you at the same pace only intensified your release, and seconds later you feel his cock twitch inside you one last time before he’s releasing rope after rope of cum inside your warm walls, his face finding home in the crook of your neck as your pulsating walls milk his cock, his moans being muffled in your warm skin.

You could feel you body slipping slightly down the tiles, you limbs felt like jelly after being fucked soo good, he senses that your struggling to keep yourself up so he brings you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, his cock still buried deep inside you. You bring you arms to wrap even tighter around his neck, pressing sweet kisses along his jawline making him hum contently, ‘was that okay baby’ he murmurs into your wet hair ‘more than okay H’.

You stay like this for a few minutes, basking in each others warmth’s, this is disturbed when Harry reaches to turn the shower off, shivers now run up your spine the air around you suddenly becoming chilly. You realise Harry still hadn’t gone soft within you making you look up at him in slight shock ‘how are you still hard H’ he smirks at your question ‘cause I’m not done with you yet, told you the neighbours are probably going to put in a noise complaint by tomorrow morning’ he says making you bit your lip.

‘Bet you would love that wouldn’t you, letting everyone know who you belong to’ he say walking out the shower with you still on him and grabbing a towel, he pulls out of you before you stand up properly still being a little unsteady, the mixture of his cum and your juices had dripped down onto your thigh so he doesn’t hesitate to drop to his knees to clean you up, making you grab onto the counter so you wouldn’t fall over, once he is done he stands back up innocently looking up at you then grabbing the towel and quickly drying you both off like he hadn’t just had his face buried between your legs.

‘So baby, when do you want to fuck next, there’s our bedroom but I think I wanna doing it in the dining room first, fancy having you bent over the dining table for me’ you both look at each other with lust blown eyes before you practically pounce on each other once again, Harry obviously taking that as a yes.

From that point on you realise that you wouldn’t be getting a wink of sleep tonight even after a 9 hour flight, but even then not a single care crosses your mind.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Groupie (part 5)

Warning - smut - sexting - filth.... Not even remotely sorry.

This is set in 2006/7, and Cillian has no children. Reader is a fan, has been since day one and is a plus size girl. I myself am a UK size 16, so I hope I don't offend anyone with my story (I'm writing about my own insecurities a little here so be kind please).

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni

A week had gone by, you'd gone to write numerous text messages without actually sending them. He was bound to be back in Ireland now, your chance probably gone anyway. you'd even contemplated texting Orla but your nerves once again got the better of you. Ella had been away with her boyfriend all week, but had come back that morning and the two of you were catching up over breakfast.

"So tell me how you know Orla Murphy?" You asked, pouring your coffee.

"I went to school with her! I lived in Ballintemple for a couple of years in my teens, and we stayed in touch. When I saw what happened at the bar I called her to see what was going on. She told me what had happened."

"So you know Cillian too?"

"Of course - that's why he was at the bar that night, I invited them both! Even though he's the oldest and she's the youngest, they've always been the closest of the four Murphy's. He's been trying to get me a record contract!"

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know you knew him so um... well..."

"Yeah... God I'm such an idiot!! Why can't I just text him?"

"Because those old nerves are playing tricks on you again. Give me your phone."

"What? No!" She was too quick for you. Snatching your phone, she ran off upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom, ignoring your pleas from the other side of the door. She emerged a few minutes later, smirking, handing you your phone back. You quickly opened your texts and you stared at her, open mouthed.

"Ella!!! You can't start a conversation with someone like that!!"

"What? Should get his attention, right?" She winked, before heading to her room. You groaned at the text she'd sent - "You wanna know what I think about every day since that night? What you taste like.." and was quickly writing another explaining what had happened when he replied...

"Well that was an ice breaker." you read. Glancing back at the message Ella had sent him and instantly regretting ever meeting the woman.

"How do you plan on finding out?" Another reply... Oh god... You panicked and instantly shouted Ella who was more than happy to help. You'd never sent dirty texts before, and you didn't want to ruin this chance again. Her eyes glistened with excitement - her and her boyfriend regularly did this so she knew exactly what to say. You couldn't help but feel slightly giddy at this whole experience yourself.

"I'm going to tie you to the chair so you can't touch me."

"You have my attention."

"Your cock looks delicious... Hard and already leaking Mr Murphy... Are you hard now?"

"Maybe."

"My tongue stroking up your shaft... Over the slit at the tip, dipping inside gently..."

"Now I'm hard..." You bit your lip and Ella smirked. She winked and left you to it, you had actually written everything by yourself, turns out you didn't need as much help as you thought.

"I'll take the tip into my mouth... A gently suck, before taking you deep down my throat... Can you feel it?"

"Jesus... What are you doing to me, I'm hard as fucking stone here."

"Show me..."

A photo pinged through and your core clenched at the sight of his hard length - his left hand gripped the base.

"Are you wet? I showed you, now you show me." He asked. You were. Walking into your bedroom, you locked the door behind you. Laying on the bed, you pulled your jeans down to your thighs, leaving your lace underwear on and sliding your hand inside. Taking a quick photo of your hand under the lace, you sent it.

"Fuck... I wanna put my fingers inside you so fucking bad... Where are you?"

"I'm at home.. thinking of your cock buried deep in my throat.."

"Are you alone?"

"Ella's in the next room."

"Call a cab. I'll send my address. Come to me and find out what I taste like."

"I'm not getting a taxi to Dublin!"

"I'm not in Dublin - I'm in London. Call a cab now and get here before my hand does the job your dirty little mouth should be doing."

You didn't hesitate this time. Quickly changing into your favourite summer dress. The address came through and you called a taxi, making a mental note to buy Ella a bottle of wine later.

************************************************************

He had text to say the front door was open and to come straight in. You took a deep breath, pushing the door open and walking inside.

"Upstairs, first door on the right," you heard him shout.

Standing in the doorway, he was sat on the edge of the bed. He approached you slowly, taking your hands and leading you to sit next to him.

"Cill... I have to confess I didn't send that first text, Ella stole my phone..."

"Doesn't matter. You're here now. But I don't want to rush this, I've waited too long for you to come back to me and I can't lose you again."

"You won't lose me again.. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you..." He silenced you with his lips on yours, the kiss slow and passionate, his hands on the back of your neck and your arms snaking under his, around his chest.

"No more talking, we have plenty of time for that later..." You whispered, as he groaned, feeling your hand cup his growing erection under his trousers.

"You've no idea how hard it was not to make myself cum before you got here... That photo you sent me nearly killed me..." You were unbuckling his belt at lightening speed, his trousers and underwear dropping to the floor as you pushed him to sit on his bed. Dropping to your knees you smiled up at him, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it gently. The way his head lolled back and the soft moans from him made your core throb, you could feel how wet you were.

Without warning, you took him in your mouth, relaxing your throat to take him as far down as you could, his hips jerking slightly as your lips nearly made contact with the base of his shaft. His hand tangled into your hair as your mouth pumped against him, drawing fast breaths from above you and a tighter hair grip on your head.

"Fuck... You're gonna find out how I taste really soon if you carry on like that...."

You groaned into him, sending shockwaves through him as he gripped you tighter. You could feel his balls harden under your fingers as you rolled them in your hand, your mouth bringing his orgasm closer and closer.

"Baby... Fuck I'm gonna cum.... Oh god that's it...." A deep groan from above you, his stomach clenched as his warm cum flowed into your mouth. You pulled your mouth off him, allowing him to watch his seed spurt into your open mouth, rolling it around your tongue before swallowing it down.

"You taste good..." You knelt back up and pulled his face towards you, kissing him passionately so he could taste himself. You could feel him smirking under your lips before he pulled away, standing you in front of him.

"I'd have taken your word for it you know," he chuckled, swiftly lifting your short summer dress up and pulling your panties down in one solid movement. He lifted your foot to rest on his thigh, and his head disappeared under your dress, his mouth quickly making contact with your core. Your knees nearly buckled from the sudden impact, as you gripped onto his shoulder and the headboard for support.

"Oh my god that feels good... Oh yes...." Your hips were grinding against his tongue, the hand on his shoulder moving to the back of his head holding him in place. He suddenly pulled away, before laying back on the bed, head on the pillow and beckoning you over to him. You shook your head.

"I'll suffocate you -"

"Shut up and sit on my face..." He ordered, and you bit your lip in anticipation. Hovering over his face, he pulled your hips down and continued his assault, the new angle allowing him to fully explore you. Your hands gripped the headboard as your back arched. The dress was swiftly removed, along with your bra. His strong hands held your hips in place, his tongue finding your clit with precision as he lapped against it, driving you into a near frenzy.

You tried to contain your cries but it was useless - his name fell from your lips, short breathy pants as your orgasm grew close. He moved one of his hands underneath you, slowly inserting two fingers deep inside your soaked pussy, curling them up to find that sweet spot only he had ever been able to.

"Don't stop... Please don't stop..." He had no intention - the speed in which his mouth and fingers fucked you only got quicker and harder as you came hard against his face, your juices flowing onto his chin as he lapped them up hungrily, feeding from you as you came. Lifting your hips and moving down his body, he held you as you rested against his chest, slowly stroking his fingers up and down your spine. You quickly realised your frame may have been too much for him and tried to move but he held you in place, kissing the top of your head gently.

"Don't move... I've waited a year to feel your body close to mine, just let me hold you... Just for a little while longer..." He said softly, and you relaxed into his embrace as your breathing returned to normal. You could feel his heartbeat, pounding through his chest. You were certain he could feel yours too, pounding just as hard, and it had nothing to do with what he'd just done - it just all felt too right. Too perfect.

You felt his erection pressing into your stomach - it had been there since you first lay down but he wasn't in any rush to do anything about it yet. Content just to have you as close as possible. After a few more minutes, he rolled you onto your back, his lips on yours, gently probing your mouth with his tongue and running his hand down your body. You opened your legs and felt him slip inside you, before freezing.

"It's okay - I'm still on birth control..." You smiled, as he began to move slowly. His lips on your neck and collar bone, his hands lifting your legs up over his waist. You wrapped them around him as he thrust gently. Neither of you wanted to rush this moment, the feeling of being connected again.

"I've missed you.. you still feel so good..." He whispered in your ear.

Your nails scraped along his shoulder blades and over his chest as he lifted himself off you slightly, his hips starting to pick up the pace a little.

"Love having you back inside me... Fuck, you fill me up so good Cillian..."

He brought your fingers down to your clit.

"Need you to cum, I can't control myself around you..." You rubbed circles over your swollen clit as he moved quicker. Your second orgasm was already building, your fingers only increasing its intensity.

"You gonna fill me up? Cum so deep in me I can taste it again..." He groaned, his hips pistoning into you now as your words spurred him on, edging him closer.

"Like when I talk dirty to you while you're fucking me? Want me to make a mess over that pretty little cock of yours? My fingers feel so good on my clit.. ah..." His hand was resting against your cheek, your turned your face and took his thumb into your mouth, replicating your earlier actions on his cock as he groaned watching you.

"Oh god... Fuck I'm coming.. baby..." His eyes scrunched closed as he emptied into you, the force of it and the sounds he made sending you over the edge with him. Your mixed juices pooling underneath you.

"Jesus y/n..." You chuckled as he buried his head into your neck, his back rising and falling quickly as he came back down from his high. He gently pulled out of you, kneeling between your legs and running his hands softly over your thighs and groin making you shudder beneath him.

"You're beautiful... And I shouldn't have let you go without a fight y/n."

"I shouldn't have ghosted you.. I'm sorry.. Orla told me the shit Neve put you though."

"When did you see Orla?" You told him about the lunch you'd had with her last week and he laughed.

"She's a sneaky little shit. But I'm glad she did. Now come shower with me, I'm taking you out."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't care where we go as long as we're together."

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

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momoliee · 3 years

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It’s probably too early for The Meta No One Asked For That I’m Gonna Write Anyway about XQC, alas…here we go

Dr. Xie Qingcheng, 32, male, straight (so far), 180 cm with only one current family member.

Xqc is introduced as a cold, aloof and apathetic retired doctor who has no passions, cares about nothing except for his sister, and unless he’s angry, you can barely get an emotional response out of him.

Through meatbun’s character notes on how he has no favorite food, no favorite color or animal, no personal preferences outside what’s most practical and how he’s very very responsible and rules abiding and honest and sober and serious, and through he yu’s POV that continuously paints him as this heartless cold blooded person, I dare say we were…deceived by this so far shades of gray picture we had of him.

Xqc was born into a finically stable middle class family consisting of two cops for parents and a younger sister that came into the world 8 years after him. When he turned 13, and his sister was only 5 at that time, his parents were fired from their job due to a case they shouldn’t have been investigating going wrong, and they had to move to a rural area. Not long after that, he witnessed both his parents’ deaths and saw their corpses with his own eyes, the site was bloody and there’s no way it didn’t traumatize a pre-teen like him. He then was tasked with taking care of his sister, becoming a doctor despite not wanting to, owing others favors and spending all his money on smth that’s yet to be revealed instead of enjoying it. He got married, not to a woman he loves but to someone whom he thought of as “suitable and appropriate”, got cheated on and went through a divorce before losing full interest in the marriage life. He was finally able to retire (we don’t know why yet) and live a quiet, normal, boring life.

I believe xqc loved his parents, I believe he loved them so much cause in chapter 20, he mentions how he thought he wouldnt be able to live past the grief, he wouldn’t be able to go on or move forward, how the grief completely overtook him. He also mentions how he used to play with knots and handcuffs when he was a child, which shows how close he was to them. So for a child who had a good stable life with two loving parents to suddenly fall from a class to a class, suddenly lose both parents and see their corpses with his own eyes, that must’ve fucked him up big time. I’m talking “when can I fully register all of this” kind of fucked up. But he didn’t have time to fully absorb all of this, didnt have the time to sit down and cry, he had a sister, she was only 5, where will they get the money from? What were they gonna do? How was he going to continue school while caring for her? He didn’t have the time to sit down and grief, to sit down and adjust. For a child who had a normal life and didn’t have to worry much about the money like every other middle class kid, he was suddenly burdened with poverty AND loss, and duty and responsibility. Good bye to the days of playing with handcuffs and knots huh?

You ask me, why does xqc not have a favorite food? I answer you, because many many nights, he didn’t know what to feed his sister, much less himself. Cause I bet that many nights, he would have to give up his portion for Xie Xue, to make sure a kid like her is full. Cause he couldn’t afford to be picky, couldn’t afford to choose; whatever was edible will be eaten, taste and flavor be damned. He had to start working from a young age, balance school, babysitting and working all at once. The last friend he made (I think) was that Chen Man guy whose parents were friends with his parents, back when they were alive and life was good. He didn’t have time to make friends, or go out, or have a favorite color or visit the zoo and decide on a favorite animal. No, he had to study, and study hard to become more financially stable and support Xie Xue, he had to raise his baby sister and protect her, he had to work or else how will he put food on their table? Yet he never lost his soft kind heart, cause when his sister asked for a laptop, he bought her one just so that she wouldn’t feel less than any of the other children.

Xqc had to SURVIVE, he had to make do with what he had and what he didn’t have. He didn’t have time to sit down and cry or process his trauma, didn’t even have time to think of adolescent love or his youthful days or do what kids his age did. And all of that carried forward into his adult life. He pushed his emotions back so hard and had his practical, business like mind take care of everything in order to make it through the days. He started to believe that passionate emotions such as love and hate and lust and desire were all a waste of time, a distraction from his duties, smth that will rock the delicate balance he created with his everyday busy schedule. Emotions will stunt you, emotions will delay you, crying and not going to work today means no food to feed his hungry sister with. That’s when he started thinking, strong emotions are a DISEASE, they will take up your time, cloud your judgement, have you make reckless decisions that you’ll regret later. And he couldn’t afford any of that right? Strong emotions are for the weak, they put you in crutches and disable you from moving forward. Wasnt that what he told his ex wife? If he had submitted himself to his grief back then, where would his sister be? Where would he be? How could they have grown up to be healthy and successful adults?

So this man taught himself practicality and duty and priorities. He stopped thinking about himself, about what he wants and what he feels, and instead started making sure that those around him are happy and content and safe and well taken care of. He no longer had desires or passions, he only had rules and regulations. If a person lost their sense of taste, would they still want chocolates and burgers? Would they still have cravings and foods they’d rather swallow medicine than eat? No. If so, how will they decide on what to eat every day? They’ll simply start following a “perfect nutritional plan” and “balanced diet”. They’d eat what they have to eat, when they have to eat, and in the exact portion they need. To them eating would be another chore they have to do every day to keep their bodies going. Similarly, with xqc, graduating, working, marrying, taking care of his sister and auntie, these all became “tasks” and “chores” that he had to abide by and follow. They became the dietary plan for his life till he dies, the outline he shall follow, the textbook rules he will carry out, no need to think of what he “wants” or “desires”, what will make him “happy” or bring him “joy”. He no longer listened to his emotions when making decisions. Even when marrying his ex wife, he married her cause she was “a suitable match”, not for her looks or personality or anything. Feelings are life’s taste buds, and once you remove them, everything becomes tasteless and mundane, and practicality/logic takes over. He stopped knowing what it felt like to choose based on your preferences, cause he stopped having the luxury of choice ever since that night when he was 13, and he no longer was able to re-teach himself the meaning of free will and choice.

So when he yu, in chapter 20, asked him how he would’ve acted if Xie Xue had died, and he said, “I would’ve continued living as I am today till my last breath,” he wasn’t being “cold” or “heartless” or “indifferent” as he yu likes to say. He was being practical and methodical and thinking with a logical approach, rather than an emotional one, just the way he taught himself to throughout all these years. His almost 2 decades of pure survival mode and severely repressed feelings spoke in the form of autopilot. “I would do what I have to do, what I’ve always done every day of my life so far cause what choice do I have?” Is what he meant to say.

But I believe that he’s a soft hearted, kind and loving person. He never says no his sister, never says no to his auntie, helped that homeless man as best as he could, taught he yu that he was normal and that he wasn’t a monster, believed in treating his patients with words instead of medicine prescriptions, believed that the mentally ill deserve to live normally instead of being locked up. I believe that underneath all the shit he has buried, there’s a lot of passion and love that’s been kept dormant for 19 years.

In conclusion, idk where meatbun is gonna take his character but I genuinely hope he gets to heal, and start having more color and flavor in his life. Start allowing himself to live, not just survive.

#case file compendium #xie qingcheng #bing an ben #meatbun doesn’t eat meat #cfc #bab #meatbun

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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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i could not choose between 77-80 so i overbearingly ask u to use each of them with spencer reid if u wish 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

80. “Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.” + 77- “If you want to leave, we can leave.”

send a prompt + character from this list!

pairing - spencer reid x gn!reader

warnings - stress?? mostly fluff

a/n - tysm kenna for requesting this i love you and i loved writing this. i also went overboard on this one bye! ive also never posted something this long in an ask reply before so if this looks weird BYE!

Your car had long gone cold, but you still couldn’t find the energy to pull yourself out yet. It was futile to try and wrestle your emotions into a tightly sealed box; as soon as you crossed the threshold of the town-home you shared with Spencer, you knew he’d be able to read you like a book. Damn genius profiler skills.

Taking a quick look at the time you knew you had to suck it up and go inside; you were pushing how ‘late’ you could be without him worrying something had happened on your commute home. With a deep sigh, you grabbed your bag from the passenger seat and exited the car; taking your sweet time with locking the car behind you and digging your house keys out of the bottom of your bag.

To put it simply, it had been a difficult year. It was the final year of your Phd. program and while- all things considered- you had had an amazing time, the past few months had been both physically and mentally draining. What was once your lifelong passion had suddenly started to feel like a chore; a chore you felt you weren’t even good at anymore. Almost every day was spent either in your own classes or teaching undergrads. Almost every night was spent on the final edits of your thesis or grading work from your students. The few moments of freedom you found were spent doing the boring parts of adult life: housekeeping, getting your car fixed, calling elderly family members, etc.

Neither of you had formerly addressed it, but you knew it was taking a toll on your relationship. Spencer being busy was a constant, but it was normally balanced out by your typical 9-5 schedule. But recently, even on the nights he was home you’d be too wrapped up in your own work to even sit down and eat dinner with him. By the time you crawled into bed he’d be long asleep and in the mornings you’d been leaving for work earlier and earlier in order to get research time in at the university library. It felt like the two of you hadn’t even been awake in the same room for weeks, let alone do anything relationship-y.

Tonight was supposed to change that. Kind of. His team was having a fancy dinner to celebrate some major milestone that you couldn’t remember. It’d been on the books for months, but kept getting pushed back by surprise cases. It felt like everyone held their breath this week, waiting for a case to pop up, but instead everyone was left pleasantly surprised when no such thing happened. It was going to be a great night: classic Rossi pasta dish, all partners and kids invited. Even though the two of you wouldn’t be alone, it’d still be a perfectly good excuse to get out, put on some nice outfits and have a fun evening with friends.

Spencer had been particularly excited. The past week, you felt as if it was the only thing he ever talked about. Not that the two of you were having extensive conversations. He kept talking about how great it would be to get out of the house and how much he was looking forward to having a totally work free evening. His excitement warmed your heart.

Which is why you were taking so long to find your keys. Today had been one of the hardest day you’d experienced in a long time. The thesis meeting you had with your advisor- that you’d been staying up late every night editing for- had gone horribly; it was as if everything you prepared was wrong. Almost every student in the class you taught scored poorly on the latest assessment- on a unit you considered yourself an expert on-, something you viewed as a failure of your ability to convey the info. And to top it all off, even though you felt as if you’d spent hours upon hours working yourself to the bone the past week- in order to clear space for tonight-, you still felt as if you had piles of work to catch up on.

You knew the stress and tension of the day would read clear on your body as soon as Spencer got a look at you. And with how excited he’d been, you absolutely didn’t want to ruin the dinner. You’d hate for him to feel as if you were being selfish or that you couldn’t even prioritize him in your schedule.

You took one last deep breath, before going to put the key into the doorknob. Just as you touched the handle, the door swung open from the other side.

“Jesus!” You exclaimed, one hand clutching your chest as you nearly jumped out of your skin. In front of you was Spencer, smiling down at you with that irresistible grin of his.

“Did I scare you? Sorry. I thought I heard you car pull up earlier and when you didn’t come in I thought maybe something was wrong so I wanted to come check-”

You quickly cut him off- even though you did find his worrying a bit endearing- by pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“A good song came on just as I pulled in, couldn’t just get out.” You lied, adding a small laugh for effect. It was an on brand situation for you, something certainly believable. If Spencer had any doubts, he didn’t question you, simply moved out of the doorframe so you could step in.

Inside the house, you set your bag down by the front door like you always did. While kicking your shoes off, you pulled your jacket off, smiling when Spencer had his hands already open to hang it on the rack. You knew he had that ridiculous memory- and you had a pretty set routine-, but it still made your heart swell every time he anticipated your next move and went the extra mile to be helpful.

“So, how was your day?" Spencer asked, as the two of you made your way to the kitchen area. “What’d Professor Addams have to say in your meeting?”

You clenched at the handle of the fridge, grinding your teeth before pulling the door open. When you turned to look at Spencer, you saw he made himself comfortable on one of the countertop stools.

“Went well. They gave me some uh, um, some comprehensive revisions.” You said flatly, turning back to face the fridge; missing the skeptical look Spencer was throwing you.

“That’s good?” He said slowly, before adding, “well how was class? You just wrapped up the last unit didn’t you?” You both knew he knew the answer, but was just attempting to further the conversation. Had it been any other day you would’ve found it endearing, but today just wasn’t that day.

You slammed the fridge door shut, just hard enough to be cause for concern. “I thought tonight was absolutely no shop talk. Huh? Why don’t we just start that rule now.” You said, a slight edge to your voice. It’s not his fault, it’s not his fault.

“Are you okay-”

“Yes! I just don’t-”

“If there’s something wrong, you know you can tell-”

“There’s nothing wrong-”

“Do you need to stay-”

“Stop!” You exclaimed, bringing an end to the constant cutting each other off. “Everything is fine. Okay?” You said, unable to maintain eye contact.

Spencer slowly nodded, though you could tell he didn’t believe an ounce of what you had just said. Luckily for you, he seemed to let it go, falling back in his seat.

“I’m gonna go shower and get ready and then we can leave, alright?” You asked rhetorically. When he just nodded again, you very quickly walked up to him and pressed another quick kiss to his lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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The ride to Rossi’s was silent, something that normally wouldn’t have bothered either of you had it not been for the borderline argument you had in the kitchen. As you pulled up a few cars down from the house, you caught Spencer staring at you from the passenger seat, a slightly concerned look on his face.

“Stop doing that.” You huffed out, but there was no real bite in your voice.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked gently, reaching out to push a piece of your hair away from your face. God that was sweet.

You quickly nodded and threw a very forced smile his way, not quite meeting his eyes. “I’m fine. I promise, come on.” You said, killing the engine and pushing open your car door.

Before you could fully open the door, Spencer’s arm shot out across your body and pulled the door back shut with a bang.

“Spencer!” You yelped, startled by his sudden movement. You turned and gave him a bewildered look.

“You always look over my head when you lie.” Spencer stated.

“Oh I do not-” You started, but letting the sentence fall flat as soon as you realized you currently were looking over his head.

“Your favorite song came on the radio, twice, on the drive here and you didn’t react at all either times.” He said. When you still didn’t say anything he continued. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me.”

The look he was giving you was making you feel all sorts of guilty. Of course he cared, that’s why you loved him so much. You just didn’t want to ruin something that’d been in the works for so long, all because you had a bad day.

“Spencer,” you started, giving him a very pointed look and making sure to hold eye contact, “I’m fine. Can we just go in?”

Spencer shook his head, externally searching your face for more clues while also internally thinking back to any clues from your kitchen fight. “We aren’t going anywhere, until you talk to me.” He urged.

It probably wasn’t the best move on his part, seeing as you both were incredibly stubborn. The two of you were unrelenting, both staring blankly at the other; hoping the other one would break first. After nearly 5 minutes of silence, it became very clear that neither of you were standing down anytime soon.

Spencer reached his hand out again, gently cupping your cheek; internally you cursed your body’s natural reaction to lean into his touch. “What’s going on?” He asked, voice much softer than earlier.

You were internally screaming over how caring he was. Damn him! You cursed yourself for not being able to just play the role of perfect partner for one night.

“I’m exhausted.” You said, voice quiet. “My meeting went horrible day. I absolutely failed at teaching my students the last unit. I’ve been bringing so much work back to the house I haven’t even been able to give you a second of attention. And now we have this dinner that you’ve been looking forward to for months and I don’t want to ruin-”

This time, it was Spencer that quickly cut off your rambles with a kiss.

“Do you want to leave?” He asked, as if it were the most simple thing ever

You gave him a shocked look. “Spencer, you’ve been talking about this dinner for weeks. I, I can’t ask you to put this off, you and the team rarely get time to-”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.” He said. His voice was so sincere it made the whole thing that much more difficult. He was too good.

“Spencer, no.” You said, putting special emphasis on the ‘no’. “We haven’t even walked in the door, there’s nothing to leave yet. I’m not going to ruin the dinner we’ve all been planning on for months. I’ll be fine for a couple hours.”

He didn’t answer, instead pulled his phone out and quickly started to type out a text.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Rossi, I’m gonna tell him you aren’t feeling well and we can’t come anymore.”

“We’re outside his house! It’s not a big deal-!

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner!” Spencer cut you off, giving you a very pointed look. You weren’t sure your heart could take the swelling much longer.

“Spencer, you’ve been planning-”

“I don’t want to hear it-”

“You’ve wanted to get out of the house for so long!” You stressed, giving him a ‘duh’ look.

“We can go do something else!” He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Just us, no pressure to be ‘on’ in front of anyone else.” That did sound good- No!

“I’m not gonna be the one who keeps their boyfriend away from his friends-”

“I see them every day. Every day. One dinner means nothing.” Spencer said confidently, clasping your hand tightly between his.

You contemplated for what seemed like hours; though it couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.” Spencer said, giving you a very mock serious look; you couldn’t help but laugh at that. “There you are.” He said, smiling to match yours.

You turned the car on, clicking your seatbelt back into place. “So, where to pretty boy?” You asked.

“Well, I heard of this new ice cream place that just opened up. Their ‘claim to fame’ is they make over 50 flavors in store every single day. Did you know on average it takes nearly three hours from start to finish to make a single batch of ice cream? Or that when ice cream-”

You shook your head in amusement, chancing a couple glances in his direction as you were driving. You loved his excited ramblings and animated hand motions as he further explained the history of ice cream; as well as all the random facts about the place he was directing you to. As you got closer to your new destination, all you could think about was how lucky you were to, to be loved by someone who always knew just what to say.

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permanent tags - @sunflowersandotherthings

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #'stori writes #kenna #'stori answers #spencer reid/you #spencer reid x you #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid/gn!reader

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wtfevenismypage · 4 years

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Maroon

request: Hey, could you do a Spence request where you're all at Rossi's mansion for the weekend for poker, pasta and cigars. Spence is getting Rossi's place ready with him, and the guys and won't shut up about how much he fancies you, and the guys all encourage him to tell you and you're at Emily's with the girls getting in the car for the weekend. They know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you. One evening, you're all super drunk and Spence blurts out his feelings for you. 🥰💕🥰

Warnings:Strong language, Pure fluffieness

A/N: This idea was absolutely adorable! I had a lot of fun writing it down!

Spencer wasn’t exactly subtle about his feelings towards you, anytime you were around, all he could focus on was you, the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, the face of euphoria you made when you eat McDonald's after a long day, the frustration that exuded when you had a disagreement with Hotch (you’re the only one with the balls to argue with him) but he ended up ordering you to give up.

The only person on the team who didn’t know about Spencer’s love for you, was, well, you. You were too busy trying to keep your eyes off of him to notice his endearment for you. You had the same issue Spencer had, only you noticed how he tended to dart his tongue over his lips when he got nervous, or when he smiled at the sight of Henrey or Jack, the way he stuttered when he rambled around you, or the passion in his eyes when he talked about his mom.

Spencer didn’t exactly appreciate when the other members of the team teased him about his love for you, so when he got trapped with the men, getting ready for a party at Rossi’s mansion he tried to keep silent as to not drag attention to himself.

It didn’t work.

“I wonder if Y/N will wear a dress or a suit?”

Morgan spoke out, smirking at how Spencer’s cheeks turned bright red at just the mention of your name alone.

“I think she’ll wear a dress, you know she loves them, even if she wears suits to work. what do you think Reid?”

Rossi asked, all eyes turned to a blushing Spencer who was making fruit punch. He was avoiding eye contact, stuck at the thought of you in a dress, or a floral suit you would wear to a bar, either way you were stunning to him.

“She’ll wear a suit, she’s more comfortable in them, a dress makes her feel too fancy, she admires the idea of wearing dresses, but she doesn’t wear them because she doesn’t want people to view her as too feminine for being an agent. So she’ll wear a suit, most likely a black coat with a floral dress shirt and floral pants.”

He didn’t even notice the wide smile on his face that slowly spread as he spoke about you. He was lost in thought until Morgan and Hotch’s laughs brought hime back to the present.

“Dude, you are whipped for her.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, stammering as his voice goes up five octaves.

“Shut up Morgan! I’m not!”

“You are! You’ve been staring at her for years! Every time she’s in the same room as you you just stare like a lovesick maniac! I mean come on man! You gotta tell her!”

“Reid, do you love Y/N?”

Spencer doesn’t even know how to answer Hotch’s question. Did he love you? He knew he liked you at least, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit he was in love again. He hadn’t said it since Maeve... However, just by thinking of you again, he was sure.

“I do...”

--At Emily’s apartment (the girls)--

“I do! I love it so much! Thank you Penelope!”

Penelope had purchased personally designed dresses made for each of the women, yours was a simple, dark maroon silk dress, it ended right above your knees, flowing freely around your cleavage.

“I knew you would like it!”

“It kind of reminds me of that red suit that Spencer wore to Rossi’s party at that one bar that one time, remember that?”

The girls look at you confused, No one has ever remembered every outfit Spencer has worn, except for Spencer.

“You seriously don’t remember? C’mon! That was one of his best looks!”

“I beg of you just confess your undying love for him tonight.”

You click your tongue. The girls were more straight-forward with you than how the men were with Spencer, yes they teased you endlessly, but they also begged you to confess your love to him constantly. Sometimes they would even text you on the jet when you were sitting right next to him.

“Can’t. You see, Spencer’s an intelligent man, he would know that I’m lying.”

Groans all around the room. You, unlike Spencer, are great at hiding your feelings for the man as long as the man himself is no where to be seen. However if he was around, you became a rambling mess, Spencer just thought you were embarrassed that everyone was insisting you liked him.

“C’mon Y/N, you may be able to hide it when Dr. Genius isn’t around, but honey oh honey you do not see yourself when he’s around. You get all blushy and flustered and it’s adorable and it’s killing me that you won’t admit it!”

“I’m very sorry for killing you my dearest Penelope, but I can’t. Even if I did like him, which I don’t, I don’t even begin to compare to him in any way. He wouldn’t go for me if I were the last girl on earth.”

Your mood clearly decreased to a sad lump of emotion, your back slumping as you lean against a wall, looking down at your heels. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop loving him.

--At Rossi’s mansion (tha bois)--

“Oh my god we finally got him to admit it! You love Y/n Y/L/N!”

The men at Rossi’s mansion (which were somehow finished with getting the party ready) wouldn't stop messing with Young Dr. Reid. The poor man couldn’t even sit down without being teased.

“We finally did it boys! We got him to admit it!”

“Now we need him to tell her!”

That made Spencer’s head shoot up, confess to his friends that he loved you? Sure, why not. Tell you?

Abso-fucking-lutely not. He wasn’t even remotely ready for that.

“No. No! I’m not doing that! I can’t! Hotch, tell them I can’t!”

Hotch chuckles at the state of the fully grown man, the usually calm doctor had literal tears staining his eyes as he begged Hotch to stop Morgan and Rossi.

“Okay okay, leave Reid alone. The party hasn’t even started and He’s having a mental breakdown.”

A small ding rings out in the laughter of the men, Rossi pulls his phone out.

“Looks like the ladies are on their way over, finally, apparently there was a tiny issue so they might be a tiny bit late.”

--In Emily’s car (the ladies)--

“Intoxicate me now, with your loving now, I think I’m ready now...”

“I THINK I”M READY NOW!”

You and the rest of the women aggressively shouted the lyrics to Toxic while on the way to Rossi’s mansion. After your half-assed love confession to your girls, you had a nervous breakdown and broke out in tears for a solid ten minutes.

Penelope managed to get you up though, lifting your spirits with the power of Britney Spears.

JJ’s phone rings, and she pulls it up to her ear.

“Hey Hotch! Her outfit color? Why? Yeah it’s maroon, how did you-”

She pulls the phone away from her ear, looking at the rest of the dancing ladies. Y/n and Penelope were screaming random song lyrics while Emily records it, chuckling at the scene unfolding before her.

You weren’t even drunk yet and you were already excited, poker nights at Rossi’s were the best. He would select one person (occasionally two) to help him cook pasta, and cooking with him was super fun. Music would play in the background, making you drag random team members to the ‘dance floor’ and forcing them to dance with you.

They did end up enjoying dancing with you however, but they’ll never admit it.

“We’re almost there!”

--Rossi’s mansion (the entire team)--

“Oh boys! The party has arrived!”

Penelope yells out as the four of you walk in, champagne and beer resting in your hands. The others were probably in the kitchen, sat at the island as Rossi gets the ingredients for pasta out.

“We’re in the kitchen!”

You follow the sound of music and laughing Hotch to find three of four male team members sitting down. Spencer was missing. His absence immediately smacks the smile off of your face, looking around blankly for him.

“Where’s Reid?”

Smug, shit-eating smiles spread across everyone’s faces as you set the beer down, grabbing a handful of chips from a bowl and shoveling them down your throat.

“Pretty boy’s upstairs getting dressed. You gonna go join him?”

You fake a gag as a blush crawls up your neck. They didn’t know how much you actually wanted to.

If only I could...

You smirk before sitting down next to Hotch, bringing your hand to his hair and ruffling it around, laughing as he grimaces.

“Hotch, you should try new hairstyles. The ol’ sweep back look ain’t doing you justice.”

“I’ll wear my hair as I want to thank you very much. Now stop messing with it, as soon as Reid gets down here, he’s announcing who’s helping him cook.”

You giggle and pat the counter excitedly, looking at the ingredients Rossi’s pulling out.

“Those don’t look like ingredients for pasta Rossi...”

He looks up at JJ’s question, smiling with a wink.

“It’s not pasta. tonight we are making a classic Italian pepperoni pizza.”

‘ooooo’s and ‘aaaaaaa’s fill the room. Pizza sounded wonderful, especially considering all of the drinking you planned on doing tonight.

“We’re having pizza instead of pasta?”

Your head turned to the stairs to meet the excited voice of mystery. Your lungs froze as you meet Spencer’s eyes. He was wearing that damned velvet red suit that made you so excited.

It was as if the world had stopped when the two of you saw each other. He was adjusting his hair, but his hands pause when he sees you, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread when he noticed the colors of your outfits matched. It all clicked as to why Hotch and Morgan yelled at him to get back to his apartment to retrieve the suit.

Meanwhile you were struggling to tear your eyes away from him, you didn’t notice the matching velvet pieces, instead you noticed the stars in his eyes, the way he paused at the bottom of the stairs to smile at everyone, the happy smile that reached his starry eyes.

Neither of you noticed how everyone else snickered, or how they actually pulled their phones out, it wasn’t until Emily was shaking your shoulder and Morgan smacked the back of his head that you two snapped out of it, acting as if nothing happened and simply looked back at Rossi.

“Yep. And my helper will beeeeeeeeee...”

His finger moves around the room rapidly, before landing on you.

“Y/N.”

Groans and clapping fill the room as you walk to the other side of the island, wrapping an arm around Rossi.

“Alright, now the rest of you. Out.”

You say. laughing as they all leave, but you miss the way Spencer’s eyes travel over your body a final time before walking into the room with all the cold drinks.

“Alright,” you start, looking at Rossi with a wide smile, “Let’s get started.”

almost twenty minutes later you and Rossi were putting the uncooked pizza in the oven, the hooting and laughing of already-drunken FBI agents making you and Rossi laugh.

“Y’know, I’m shocked that Reid decided to drink. He never drinks around us.”

You say, smiling while watching the pizza darken. More accurately, Reid never drank around you in fear that Drunk Spencer would say something dumb. Or worse, that Drunk Spencer would confess his love for you.

“Yeah that is pretty weird.”

Rossi looked at you, you were laughing while watching him, a wide smile on your face as Emily and Spencer dance drunkenly together.

“So, just between you and I,” You turned to meet Rossi’s gaze, watching his shit-eating smirk spread, “How do you feel about the kid?”

You freeze up at the question, letting it bounce around in your brain as you watch Spencer laugh happily. Your heart ached at the sound of his gorgeous laugh. Like, it physically hurt.

“I love him... Oh god... I’m in love with him Rossi.”

You giggled a giggle of pure fear as you finally admit your love to yourself and to someone else. It felt scary, it felt so real all of the sudden.

“You finally admit it huh? Well, you should go after him before some other girl who isn’t nearly as brilliant as you sweeps him up.”

You laugh and shake your head, doubt swimming in your brain.

“Nah. There’s no way he would go for someone like me. He has three P.h.D’s and is literally a genius. meanwhile I can barely remember what I ate last night. It won’t happen.”

Rossi sighs. How dense could the two of you be? You two were in love with each other, yet you were so fucking blind.

Meanwhile in the other room, everyone was trying to get Reid to confess his love to you. He was like a drunken puppy that tried his best to listen to commands, but just couldn’t.

“Just go up to her and tell her you love her! I’ll steal her away if you don’t.”

That was Emily.

“Nooooooo! Don’t touch her! I love heeeeeeer!”

Spencer cried out from the floor. He was laid out like a starfish with an empty beer can in his hands. He didn’t know why he started drinking, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Then gooooo!”

Spencer stood reluctantly, groaning as they all pushed him towards the kitchen.

You and Rossi watched in shock as Spencer ran into the kitchen, breaking out into tears when he met your eyes.

“Woah woah woah... What’s wrong Spencer?”

You ask, mama mode taking over at the sight of his tears. However you really weren’t expecting what happened next.

“Y/N!”

He yelled out before running into you, falling onto his knees before you while clutching your lower back and resting his head on your tummy.

“Wha-”

“I looooooooove you! ‘m in looooooooooooove with you!”

You froze up, not noticing how everyone was recording this from the couch, Rossi clamping a hand on your shoulder. You just kept petting his hair as he sobbed against your stomach.

“Hey, Spencer, bud, why don’t you stand up and tell her properly?”

He listens to Rossi’s advice, standing on his feet and grabbing your face in his hands before leaning in.

“What-”

He cuts you off with his lips, melding the two of you together as everyone cheers and claps. You were momentarily frozen, but you quickly kissed him back. You were eager to take whatever love you could get from him, even if he doesn’t remember in the morning.

When he pulls away, you simply stare in shock as he tries to pull you away from the kitchen, your gaze flashes over to Rossi, who simply ushers you off with the young genius.

“C’mon! We gotta get out of here!”

You giggled and laughed the entire train ride back to Spencer’s apartment, cuddling in his bed the entire night.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen in the morning, you only knew that you were spending tonight in his arms.

“Hey Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

He smiles against your skin, pulling you closer against his bare chest. He was warm against your semi-cold skin, making you smile into his neck.

You really didn’t want this moment to end ever.

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When life throws you lemons Part 12 (Shawn Mendes AU)

When life throws you lemons, you’re forced to deal with Shawn Mendes. Before moving in with five guys, including Shawn Mendes, Kylie swore she would never ever in her life allow Shawn to get anywhere near her but things quickly change and soon she finds herself drunkenly kissing him in a bathroom. What starts as a drunken kiss turns into a passionate secret relationship.

I debated whether I wanted to go to Trader Joe’s or Ralphs as I walked down the street, listing the things I needed to buy in my head. I had been putting off buying groceries for like a week due to my move. Cooking has never been a favorite chore of mine and neither is grocery shopping but it has to be done so I might as well get it over with.

I think I would enjoy cooking a lot more if I had someone to cook with, or for. I remember living at home with my mom and us cooking together and enjoying it. It didn’t feel like a chore back then. We would put on some music and sing loudly together as we cooked for an hour or baked some good pastries. I don’t think I’ve ever baked or made a stew since I moved out. I barely make myself a salad these days. I know I probably should eat more fresh groceries but what’s the point of cutting up an entire salad if you’re gonna be the only one eating it, might as well buy a pre-made one or order one through Uber eats.

I guess part of the reason why I haven’t been making anything more complicated than lasagna was also because I had to do my own dishes. There was no room for a dishwasher in my tiny studio apartment and having to clean up after a long cooking process is just exhausting. Although, I got a feeling I won’t be whipping out any cooking books anytime soon, even though Harry’s house has a dishwasher.

After walking for a few minutes I decided that Trader Joe’s would be my grocery store of choice this time. I usually prefer to buy groceries on a weekly basis because I hate buying them but that was before, when I lived like three blocks away from a Ralphs. Now I didn’t have that luxury and since my arms were numb from carrying all my stuff earlier, I would probably have to make this a smaller trip.

I would buy myself a used car but it just isn’t worth it when you live in LA. Most people have a decent grocery store within a few blocks and there’s plenty of places to shop and if you want to go out of town there’s great public transportation but the idea of having my own car and being able to drive out to a Target is definitely appealing. I love shopping large packs at Target. I could spend hours in there browsing through every single aisle and whenever I do go, I bring home ten bags filled with shit I definitely didn’t need or come there for.

I grabbed myself a basket as I entered the Trader Joe’s store. I always pick a basket instead of a cart, that way I won’t over buy things and struggle to carry them home. Inside the little gates of the store, there was a large rack of flowers. I stopped as a pink bouquet of lilies caught my eye. Maybe I should buy myself some flowers to make my room feel more homey. I picked up the 5 dollar bouquet, deciding that it would be a small move-in gift for myself.

I continued down the first aisle, sighing as I picked up a pre-made salad from the shelf. I knew I’d just cursed myself for my laziness on the walk over here and that I should probably start changing my habits today, but I really didn’t feel like it. Instead of changing my habits I continued down the aisle filled with pre-made meals, picking up a pack of 12 pieces of Sushi for dinner and three different fruit cups for a dollar fifty each. I cursed myself as I put the tiny cups into my basket, knowing fully well that I could just buy the different fruits and cut them up myself for a much cheaper price but so what, I’m lazy, sue me.

I picked up a pack of bagels and some cream cheese by the diary shelves, a large jug of almond milk and some coffee creamer. The basket was already starting to get heavy, indicating that I should probably make my way towards the cash register. I grabbed some butter and stopped in front of the yogurt shelf, debating what flavor I wanted this time.

”If I were you, I’d go for vanilla.” I heard a familiar voice behind me and I let out a noticeably loud sigh as I turned around.

”Are you stalking me now?” I asked as I faced the tall figure behind me. ”Should I call the cops?” My voice a little too loud as a random middle aged woman next too me gave me a concerned look.

”I figured you’d need a ride home.” Shawn replied with a shrug.

”How’d you know I was here?” I asked confused as I put the vanilla yogurt into my basket.

”Lucky guess.” Shawn shrugged again as if it was no big deal.

”Mhm…” I reached for my basket as I moved towards the next aisle. I wasn’t sure I believed him but what difference would it make.

”Aww, you got me flowers?” Shawn cooed as he noticed the bouquet of lilies in my basket.

”I bought them for myself.” I replied as I walked down the aisle. If Shawn was actually going to offer me a ride home then I might as well stack up.

”Too bad, I wanted flowers.” Shawn pouted as he stood next to me, observing my every move as I moved around the shelf.

”You’re not getting anything after your little innuendos at the table.” I said as I stared back at Shawn, the soft pout on his lips increasing as I walked past him.

”C’mon, I’m allowed to have some fun with it.” Shawn cooed as he walked behind me.

”No you’re not, cause I’m gonna kill you if anyone finds out.” I argued as I grabbed a large packet of spaghetti.

”No one’s gonna find out Kylie.” Shawn tried to reassure me.

”They are, if you won’t shut up.” I argued back.

”You think those four idiots are smart enough to figure anything out?” Shawn laughed behind me as he watched me scan the shelf for spaghetti sauce, once again I should probably make my own spaghetti sauce and not buy a pre-made one but who fucking cares.

”Mm true.” I released a chuckle. Harry and his roommates may have been smart enough to get into UCLA but they were also boys and boys are extremely dumb when it comes to taking a hint. ”So are you actually gonna give me a ride home or are you just here to stalk me?” I asked as I turned around to face Shawn’s tall figure.

”Depends, are you gonna make me enter through the window?” Shawn asked as he raised an eyebrow at me.

”If you help me carry my groceries, you can come through the front door.” I released a soft giggle as I walked back towards the entrance of the store to grab myself one of the empty carts, ready to fill it up to the brim now that I had a ride.

”I will.” Shawn chuckled as he watched me dump my basket into the cart. He was being uncharacteristically nice to me and I kind of liked it. Shawn followed me as I walked back through the first aisle of the store towards the dairy section. Thanks to him, I could now stock up with eggs, more almond milk and butter. I switched out the small coffee creamer for a big pack and moved back towards the pasta aisle.

I leaned against the cart as I slowly picked up whatever looked good from the shelf, tossing it into the cart. I stopped by the freezers to pick up some fish and meat products before moving towards the candy and liquor section. Shawn followed me in silence like a patient dog following its owner.

I stood on my tippy toes as I tried to reach my favorite chocolate on one of the top shelves. My fingers tapped against the metal shelf as I tried to push one of the bars down into my cart but I couldn’t reach it properly. Suddenly Shawn was gone as I looked around me, hoping that he would be able to get the chocolate down for me. A few seconds later he returned with a six pack of beer. He released a chuckle as he watched me struggle to reach the chocolate.

”You almost got it.” Shawn cooed teasingly as he watched my fingers strain towards the chocolate bar.

”Or you could just help me.” I shot him a glare as he stood next to me, waiting for me to give in.

”What’s the magic word?” Shawn sing-sang as he grabbed one of the chocolate bars and held it just out of my reach. I rolled my eyes at him as I stood back down on my feet, defeated.

”Please.” I groaned as I watched him slowly lower his hand allowing me to reach for the candy. An amused smile crossed Shawn’s lips as I snatched the chocolate out of his hand. His eyes giving me a playful gaze as I threw the chocolate into my cart.

”Where’s my thank you?” Shawn asked teasingly as he followed me towards the drinks section. I grabbed a large pack of water, leaning over my cart to make room for them. I was about to choke out a thank you as I felt Shawn brush against my body, his hands gently grabbing me by my hips as I leaned over the cart. My shirt had hiked up my waist and I could feel his warm fingertips against my bare skin as he teasingly squeezed me.

I was quick to stand back up properly, shooting him a serious glare as I turned around, trapped between my own cart and his tall figure. I tried to escape through either side but his lips quickly latched onto mine and I was swiftly caught up in the magical spell that he had on me. I’d never been much of public affection kind of person but for some reason I kissed him back. It was like I forgot all my morals when I was around him and I wasn’t sure whether that was a bad sign or liberating.

”Thank you.” I whispered defeated as he broke away form the kiss before I could get completely carried away in the middle of the store.

After retrieving a large pack of coca cola cans I made my way towards the cash register. Hopefully, this would last me for a while and I wouldn’t have to deal with grocery shopping for a week or two.

”Do you have an ID?” The cashier asked as he scanned the six pack of beer.

”Uhm-” I paused as I looked through my wallet.

”I got it.” Shawn said as he handed the cashier his ID.

”Alright, your total comes up to 68,45.” The cashier informed, his gaze shifting towards Shawn since he was the one who’d handed him the ID. I was about to pull out my debit card but Shawn was quicker, handing the cashier his card instead.

”What are you doing?” I asked as I stared at Shawn confused.

”I’m paying.” Shawn mockingly matched my confusion as he stared at me as if it was obvious.

”You don’t have to do that…” I said as I watched the cashier bag up my groceries and put them back into my cart.

”I know.” Shawn brushed it off as if it was no big deal. I stood confused as I watched the cashier place the final bag into my cart, I don’t think someone’s ever paid for my groceries, except maybe my mom.

”I don’t know what you’re trying to do but if this is some kind of you-can-repay-me-later porn scenario…” I chimed as me and Shawn walked out of the store towards his black sedan. Shawn released a chuckle as he retrieve his car keys from his back pocket.

”I mean, if that’s what you’re into…” Shawn grinned suggestively as he walked by me, reaching for the trunk of his car.

”I’m not. I’m just saying…” I said as I helped Shawn load the car with my groceries.

”I mean, I wouldn’t say no to a quickie before we go home.” Shawn grinned as he shut the trunk and I shook my head at him.

”You wanna fuck in a trader joe’s parking lot?” I furrowed my eyebrows skeptically.

”I got my windows tinted for a reason.” Shawn pointed out as he opened the door to the driver’s seat.

”Ew.” I groaned as I opened the passenger door. ”I don’t even wanna know what this car has witnessed.” I gave Shawn a disgusted look.

”Well, if we’re not gonna fuck you could just blow me on the way home.” Shawn suggested with a grin as he pressed the key into the ignition.

”Yeah because the drive home is so long…” I rolled my eyes as I looked out of the front window.

”I could take a detour, just for you.” Shawn winked at me as he drove towards the exit of the parking lot.

”I’m not sure you could last more than a minute anyway, so what’s the point.” I teased as I leaned back in my seat.

”I’d love for you to prove me wrong.” Shawn grinned as he placed one hand on the steering wheel and another of the arm rest.

”Hmm, not today.” I released a soft chuckle as my gaze shifted towards the steering wheel.

”Too bad.” Shawn said defeated. I watched as his chocolate brown eyes focused on the view in front of him, my eyes slowly trailing from his face down his figure as I sat in silence. Although the distance was short, the drive home took a few minutes due to traffic. I spent the entire drive home trying to figure out why Shawn would pay for my groceries. I couldn’t come up with a single reason besides him being nice and that reason was absurd. He’s never been nice in his entire life or at least that I know of.

Shawn parked the car outside our house and I jumped out to open the front door before retrieving my grocery bags. I realized as we carried the food inside that I wasn’t sure where to store it all and if there was even enough room. I was pleasantly surprised when Shawn showed me how empty the pantry was and I released a chuckle to myself as I realized that I hadn’t taken into consideration that all of my roommates are boys and hate cooking even more than I do. I guess I would fit in perfectly here.

”Since you’re the last one in you get the bottom shelf.” Shawn said as he opened the fridge and shoved the six pack of beer onto his own shelf. ”It’s only fair since you’re the shortest one of us.” Shawn laughed as I walked over to the fridge and bent down to place my groceries on the bottom shelf. ”And because I like watching you bend over.” Shawn added as he reached over towards my butt to grope me.

”I swear to God.” I muttered to myself, trying to contain myself as I placed the giant jugs of almond milk in the fridge. ”I’m just gonna let that one slip because you were nice enough to pay for my groceries, but next time I’ll kill you.” I said as I stood back up to face Shawn.

”The amount of death threats I’ve received since you moved in here is alarming.” Shawn said as he looked at me. ”Maybe I should be calling the cops on you.” Shawn pointed out with a chuckle.

”That’s because you keep doing things that makes me wanna kill you.” I argued as I put the rest of my groceries into the large pantry.

”Like what? Make you come?” Shawn raised his eyebrow at me as he cocked his head to the side, grinning while waiting for me to reply.

”I’m done with you.” I moaned as I reached for the last item in my bags, the beautiful pink lilies I’d bought for myself. I looked through the cabinets and realized that there was no vase. I should’ve figured since this house is occupied by five boys but I was stupid enough to not think that far while I was at the store. I grabbed a tall glass as a replacement and filled it up with water, carrying the flowers back into my room and placing them on the window shelf in front of my desk.

Shawn followed me into my room as if he had nothing better to do. He casually plopped down on top of my bed as he watched me arrange the flowers in the large glass. They hadn’t fulled bloomed yet and were hanging slightly over the edge of the glass. I definitely wanted to go and get some more colorful and fun plants for my window shelf because it was the only place where my room had some natural light.

”What?” I asked as I turned around, realizing that Shawn had been staring at me the entire time with a soft grin coating his lips.

”Nothing.” He released a soft chuckle as he continued to stare at me.

”You’re so fucking weird!” I gave him a playful glare as I leaned back against my desk.

”It’s just that I’ve never seen someone put their flowers into a tall drinking glass.” Shawn chuckled as his gaze shifted towards the flowers in my window. I could tell he was just trying to use that as an excuse because I could feel his gaze on me even when I was facing him.

”And I’ve never been in a household that doesn’t have a vase.” I replied.

”What’d you expect? This house is full of guys.” Shawn laughed.

”So guys can’t buy flowers?” I questioned as I looked back at Shawn.

”They can but-” Shawn shrugged not knowing what to answer to that. ”I mean technically I bought those…” Shawn said as he motioned towards my lilies.

”Touché.” I surrendered defeated.

”Are you gonna stand over there all day?” Shawn asked as he looked at me leaning back on the table.

”Where do you want me to stand?” I raised my eyebrows at him, a soft smile covering my lips as he motioned for me to walk over to him.

”I want you to come here.” He said with a low voice. I watched as he bit the corner of his lip, watching intently as I slowly walked over to the bed.

”Better?” I raised my eyebrows at him as I stood in front of him.

”Mhmm…” Shawn hummed as his eyes trailed up and down my body. He sat with his back straight and was almost as tall as me as I stood in front of him. The air filled with silence as we both took each other’s appearance.

That drunk kiss in the bathroom seemed so long ago, it was a drunken mistake that I should’ve never made because now it was like I was completely spellbound by Shawn’s intoxicating lips. I couldn’t focus on anything else but them. It was like he’d poisoned me that night and now I was forever under his spell.

I bit the corner of my lips as Shawn’s hands reached out to pull me closer. My eyes followed their motion as he placed them on my lower back, pulling me slowly forward and onto his lap. I sat down willingly with my legs on each side of him. Shawn wiggled his eyebrows at me as I scoot closer onto his lap, brushing my butt over his thick thighs.

I don’t know what he’s doing to me or how this happened but I couldn’t be bothered to figure it out either. It felt good and that’s all I knew. I looked back towards the door behind me, making sure that the door was closed before I initiated the kiss.

My lips pressed gently against Shawn’s, tasting him ever so slowly as I closed my eyes and savored the moment. His soft lips brushed against mine and a small smile crossed my mouth as we both leaned further into the kiss. My mouth continued to lead the way and Shawn let me. I ran my fingers through his soft curls as I slid my tongue across his bottom lip, begging for entrance. It was finally my turn to explore his mouth.

Shawn released a soft groan as he parted his lips, opening his mouth and allowing me to slip my tongue into his mouth. My tongue explored his mouth slowly as my hands continued to explore the rest of his body. His hands held onto my butt, squeezing me lightly and pulling me closer on his lap. He tasted sweet, just like in my memory - not that it had been a long time since we last kissed but still.

”What are you doing to me?” I groaned more to myself than anyone else. How had I managed to turn so quickly from hating Shawn to this? I guess I never really truly hated him but he’d always been this annoying force in the background ever since I got to know Harry and now here I was, desperate to tear his clothes off and take him right here, on my bed.

”I don’t know, but I think it’s working.” Shawn breathlessly whispered back as we paused the kiss for a moment to catch our breaths.

”It is, and I hate it.” I moaned softly as I ran my fingers down the nape of his neck.

Shawn’s chocolate brown eyes focused on my lips as I spoke. His hands rested in the back pockets of my jeans shorts, squeezing me playfully through the fabric. I let out a soft giggle as I ran my fingers through Shawn’s soft curls, pushing them back over his head and revealing the lustful gaze in his eyes. A small smile crossed my lips as the two of us stayed in silence, there was that familiar twist in my stomach but it wasn’t caused by sexual arousal, it was caused by something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

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starlightshadowsworld · 3 years

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Jason was someone who knew the value and the importance of a good night sleep. And life on the Argo ll showed him that the others were lacking in that department.

And without quite fully realising it, he studied them and found solutions that maybe they hadn't even realised.

(Or, Jason is distressed team mum and wants to help everyone get some sleep)

He'd find Percy drifting off while sat on the sofa and would inquire that the other slept. Percy would give him a fond and amused grin "yeah, I will." But Jason can see the bags under his eyes and the way he's slower to react (not by much of course, it was Percy after all impulse was kinda his thing) and resists the urge to shake his head.

Instead Jason goes over to the window, and feels his power fill the air. A cool gust of wind and the trickling of rain start to appear, followed by the cool lapping waves of the sea (because of the wind) and Percy listens to them absentmindedly but only takes a few minutes for him to nod off on the sofa, lulled by the sounds around him. Jason had heard him fondly talk of Montauk, of a rainy cabin by the sea and Jason knew at once what to do.

A light swirl of wind picks up the blankets from his room and tuck him in, a pillow pet wedged in his arms.

Jason finds Leo tinkering in the engine room with Annabeth by his side. They've thrown themselves into another invention and happily explain it to him. And while most of its intricacies go over his head, he praises them regardless (and tries not to frown at how surprised they are, especially Leo to receive genuine praise. That he files away for later.)

His points of going to sleep fall on death ears of course, but he's caught them before they've started to consume any caffiene. Jason takes a deep breathe and mumbles some words in a language he's never truly used before. But Leo does, freezing in place and staring at Jason in open mouth surprise.

It's a song Reyna sings, has sung to Jason more times than he can count. On cloudless night skies full of stars, when all they have is each other to hold on to. Jason doesn't completely known the language but Reyna uses it when there alone, he wants to know because he knows just how important it is to her.

Tears well up in Leo's eyes, his body sags and his eyes flutter sleepily like Jason had hoped. It reminds Leo of his Madre, and warmth wells up in his heart. To seal the deal, Jason hands over a blanket with all the importance of a treaty and mimes for Leo to put it around him.

Leo raises an eyebrow, still reeling from the song and does so. He gasps in surprise, for this is a weighted blanket that seems to by magic dull the anxiety that wells up in his friend. (Jason is certain that weighted blankets are just magic). He gives Jason a grin but for once it reaches his eyes, eyes that shine witb gratitude "okay okay, I'm going to sleep Jase if you're gonna go through all this trouble."

Annabeth looks like she's about to protest for all of 3 seconds before shaking her head and bade Leo goodnight. She gives Jason a calculating look "I'm assuming you're doing this with everyone." Jason nods, open and honest because he has nothing to hide and knows how much that means to her. Annabeth stares at him for a few seconds, before nodding, accepting it.

"We have been... Running ourselves ragged I suppose...." To Jason that's an understatement, she can read them all but he can read her 2. He can see just how much she's struggling to keep herself together. Otherwise she'd probably have put up more of a fight to his plans. "So, care to tell me what you thought of for me?"

Jason smiles, taking out a book and pressing it into he'd hands, she raises an eyebrow and makes what's halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "You want me... To read till I sleep?" She asks, Jason nods absolutely serious. Annabeth isn't sure how to react that but finds no harm in it and does so. She's about 5 pages in when her head falls onto the pillow beneath her and softly snores.

Annabeth had been that exhausted that few things wouldn't have made her fall asleep. That is if she were anyone else, but she was Annabeth. She was someone who's guard was raised at all times, so he made his intentions clear and handed her a book to help her sleep. It wasn't that the book was magic or anything it was even what it contained though that was important.

It was on keystone arch way design, an architectural style that had been pioneered by Romans. This particular book was one of Jason's favourites, and by giving her a book important to him, about something he cared about he was able to gain her trust. Jason had relaxed Annabeth enough that her guard dropped momentarily so that her tired body was able to win out.

Jason had no doubt she would read the book the next day and bookmarked it for her, using the wind to gently send her to her room.

He found Frank polishing his bow and talking to Hazel. Jason strode over to them and told them that it was late and they should rest. That they had a big day ahead of them and he wouldn't want them to get hurt through their exhaustion.

And while the words were casual enough, they bore with them a certain edge. Not harshness or even cruelty but a certain form of confidence that spoke of authority. Now Jason didn't have authority, not here but he used to. Frank and Hazel has known him for a while personally but not as long as he'd been their Praetor and Jason knew instantly that they'd recognise his tone.

But he didn't leave it there, otherwise he'd have felt cruel and cold, and besides it wasn't the whole plan. Jason smiled warmly, and began to tell a story. Like so many he'd shared at a campfire after long days at Camp Jupiter. Hazel curled up beside Frank who stifled a yawn, the almost Prateor voice had got their attention yes.

But the story pulled them in, just like it always had. It was one they'd heard a thousand times of a mission a former Prateor had been on but Jason weaved words like magic and before he was finished they were out like lights.

He smiled fondly, just like than and wrapped a blanket around them and left once they were comfortable.

Piper was sat by one of the windows, staring into her blade in deep thought. Jason clears his throat to make his presence known and she jumps slightly, waving at him once she regains her composure. "Oh, hi Jason. What's up?" She tries and fails to hide her true feelings. Piper's afraid, and Jason knows it. He asks her if she can fall asleep and she shakes her head silently. Jason nods, expecting as much and sits beside her.

Instantly she rests her head on his shoulder, it takes a few seconds but she voices her worries. Her anxiety and fear about their mission, and he holds her close. Jason let's get it all out, even prompting her at times before consoling and comforting her. He addresses every one of her fears with a realistic but kind response, it reminds him of new campers still learning the ropes and asking a billion questions all at once.

He comforted them, answered their questions and made sure they knew he was always their to support them. Jason comforts Piper the same way, bringing up that she has improved, how far they've gotten and holding her close.

And it helps her relax, much like it did to them in the past and once she does she starts to yawn. He gives her a pointed look and she laughs tiredly "fine I'll get some rest, only if you do as well." Jason nods, watching her go back he'd to her room.

Of course he will, he fully intends to keep that promise like all the rest. The rain is more natural now, perhaps he'd initially caused it but oh well. Jason thinks of the seven, or rather the six and how they've worked their way into his heart. He thinks of Reyna and knows she'd have been amused of his efforts as she always is.

And now Jason finds himself able to sleep, now that he knows everyone else is well and truly resting. And that's what he feels as he drifts off to sleep curled up in a nest of blankets like the wolf he is.

When Nico joins them, and everyone notices him having trouble sleeping there is little surprise among the six when Jason quietly approaches him.

It's a lot less surprising when they see Nico drinking hot chocolate at night and discussing Mythomagic strategies with Jason, as his eyes begin to flutter, that remind him of so much of late night conversations with Reyna on days that have been so hard on them both.

Because every now and again Nico will drop in something serious in their friendly banter and Jason will not belittle, nor ignore nor make light of it or coddle him but listen and ensure he feels listened to. Because that he finds is what Nico needs... And if he manages to hug him at some point and get him to sleep that's a definite plus.

(Really wanted to hammer it home that Jason makes others feel comfortable by addressing who they are as people and uses himself to help.

With Percy he uses his powers to remind him of his safe place when he's in distress.

With Annabeth he uses his passion and being a literal open book because he knows she values and needs trust and safety.

With Leo and Nico it was his friendship with Reyna, of how they've both helped each other when there hurting and applied what he's learnt here.

With Frank and Hazel and Piper it was his role as Prateor, the knowledge of how to help tjise who are openly hurting and want that support and telling stories because that's what helped campers like Frank and Hazel are to feel better.

Because helping others is such a core part of who Jason is)

#jason grace #percy jackson #The seven #reyna avila ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #piper mclean #leo valdez #Frank zhang #Hazel levesque #annabeth chase #Mama Jason Grace #jason grace protection squad #jason grace appreciation squad

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head-always-up-in-a-dreamworld · 4 years

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An Unpredictable Reunion (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: Hello there! This is my first try at fanfiction here, hope you’ll like it! The only warning is probably some grammar mistakes (sorry in advance). Any helpful criticism is highly accepted :)

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An Unpredictable Reunion

Bucky watched the space where literally just a couple of seconds before stood his best friend. He slightly smirked thinking what Steve was going to do. They never spoke it aloud but Bucky knew after his first trip back in time Steve felt as something missed in his life. Seeing Peggy from a distance made something rise in himself. Bucky knew Steve wasn’t coming back. He was going to stay back in the 40s, back in their time. Steve wasn’t going to let this opportunity go. He had tried his best to keep up with all the new technologies and the new society he was thrown in, but his heart had always remained in Brooklyn 1940s with Peggy. And Bucky understood him perfectly, he would have done the same given the opportunity. The question was indirectly made by Steve and Bucky would have loved nothing more than going back to their old timeline before Thanos, before the battles, before Hydra. He often wished he was living in his shitty and poor apartment before the war, before the numerous brainwashing and the tortures. He dreamed he could go back to hold his fiancée Y/N, dance with her and love her just as he had promised her. He was jealous of Steve for this reason. Steve could go back and spend the rest of his life with the woman he loved. As much as he ached to do the same, Bucky just couldn’t go back and live in the same years he had already lived in the vest of the Winter Soldier. Most importantly, he didn’t want his beautiful girl to live with a murderer like himself. He felt unworthy of her love, he loved her more than life itself so he thought it was the right thing to do. He decided to not be selfish and let her live her life sparing her the burden he would be to her, even if this meant he was not going to have the love of his life with him. He was going to be alone for the rest of his existence and to him it was well deserved, the important thing was for Y/N to be happy.

A couple more seconds had passed and now Sam and Bruce were beginning to fear Steve was somewhere lost in another age. Bucky let the smallest smirk cross his face and turned his back to the platform. He could hear the worry in the other men’s voices. However, as he was making his way towards Bruce he heard Sam curious and confused voice exclaim: “Who the hell is that? Did we turn him into a woman?”.

Bucky inarched an eyebrow. ‘Woman?’

He turned back again and immediately his confused eyes landed on a figure he was sure he wasn’t going to see anywhere but in his dreams. On the platform, where ten seconds before Steve departed, now stood a woman dressed in a knee-length blue dress with white decorations. Bucky recognised that dress.

‘She wanted this colour because it reminded her of my eyes’

The woman was beautiful, even more than Bucky remembered. Her lovely face was painted with worry and confusion.

“Y/N…” The soldier breathed and the woman took a closer look at him while Sam and Bruce watched the scene dumbfounded. The woman took a small step and nervously played with her fingers. She looked directly at his eyes and realization hit her. It was really him. Her eyes watered as his ached.

“Bucky… Oh, Bucky!” She started to walk to him and stopped as she was just a step away. He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected this at all.

All he had to say was “Doll…” and she ran into Bucky, her head pressed against his chest. His arms instantly wrapped around her frame as he felt hers clench him tight. He couldn’t believe she was there. He closed his eyes and ducked his face into her neck. He was inebriated by her smell, she still had on her the same perfume she wore when they said their goodbyes at the train station; somehow, he could still remember it.

After what seemed hours, they slightly parted. On their right, Sam was talking with someone sitting on a bench. Bucky only had eyes for her, though. He was incredulously memorizing her beautiful face, as if she was to disappear in front of him any moment. Y/N had the same look of amazement. She was studying her lover, so unbelievably built and much like she remembered him, yet so different in many aspects. His eyes were the same deep and intense blue, but his expression was harder than the one her lover usually wore. And his hair… it was so long! And he was wearing a beard! She had never seen him with a beard. Timidly, her hands found their way to his cheeks and she saw him close momentarily his eyes at the touch. She smiled and a tear ran down her cheek. Bucky was quick to catch it.

“Your hair’s almost as long as mine now” She said and made him chuckle.

“You’re here”

“You’re alive” She replied back, her eyes tearing up again. He sighed contently and gently caressed her face bringing her towards him. He kept gazing at her eyes as to ask permission to keep going. She understood him and moved her head for a small nod.

Their lips finally touched. The kiss started gentle but they still put all their passion into it. It was a kiss awaited for nearly 80 years to him; to her, it was a kiss from someone she thought lost forever.

He pulled back when he felt her salty tears.

“Don’t cry, my love” He tried to dry her tears with his thumbs.

“I thought- I thought you were dead. I was sure I was never gonna see you again.” She whispered.

He nodded. “I thought I'd never see you again, too.” He kissed her forehead. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.”

“Steve...” She said and he smirked while nodding. He should have expected this from Steve, he could never live without giving a helping hand even if it meant altering an entire timeline.

“He appeared suddenly and… He said you were alive and he was willing to bring me to you. I thought he had gone insane, but then… I wanted to see you, to be with you again so I listened to him and tried this- this future thing”

“Crazy girl, you could have hurt yourself or worse you could have died” Bucky scolded her jokingly and saw her pacific but determined glaze.

“Had I died, I’d still be with you.” His heart ached at her words. She had been told he was dead and she convinced herself of it for who knows how long and still at the first opportunity to be with him she threw herself fully on it, not concerned of any danger. He didn’t deserve her and as he thought this he remembered the dark part of his past. The part she didn’t know. The part that could potentially ruin this long dreamed reunion. She still had to know the truth, though; she couldn’t just spend her life with an assassin and not being aware of it. He had to tell her now, if he waited he would be tempted to keep this secret forever in order to have her by his side and this wasn’t fair to her. Her happiness was way more worthy than his heartache.

He took a step back, his arms no longer around her waist were now resting along his sides. She took notice of his strange sudden change of behavior and his pained expression.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” She tempted.

“There’s something you need to know” He inhaled. “I’m not the man you know. I’m not even the slightest bit like that man now. I- I’ve done so many bad things …I am a murderer, I- I could be so dangerous-“. He suddenly stopped when he realized she was kindly smiling at him with a knowing expression on her face.

She took his hands and slightly raised them. Her eyes never left his saddened ones.

“Buck… Steve told me. Well, not everything, of course, but I know what happened and I’ll be willing to listen if you’d want to tell me.” She paused. “I’m not scared of you. I understand and I’m so sad I couldn’t be with you sooner, to be by your side with everything you’ve been through.”

Then, she held higher his clothed left hand. She brought it to her lips and kissed it softly. He wished he were able to feel her.

“I’m not scared of any part of you” She left him speechless for a couple of minutes. He closed the distance he had put between them and closed his watering eyes, letting his mind wander once again with her inebriating perfume.

“I really don’t deserve you. I missed you so much, doll”

A/N: If you made it this far, thank you for reading!! :)

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chillassimagines · 4 years

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Pause - Peter Hale Smut

(REQUESTED)

“You available?” You asked in a rushed tone as you held the phone to your ear.

“Um, yeah, I’ve got time. Are you alright?” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent tears from running down your face.

“I uh...whoo! This is rough, um...fuck. Okay, so, I may or may not be in heat, and...it makes me emotional sometimes, because I’m single and I...I need someone to fuck my brains out.” You prayed to god he didn’t judge you, because you were already parked across the street from his house. A long silence followed over the line.

“Y/N, do you have the right number?” You rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Yes, Peter, I have the right fucking number.” You smacked your hand against the steering wheel, accidentally honking. A shorter silence followed.

“Come inside.” You hung up and placed your phone in your purse before grabbing it and exiting your car. He might’ve been watching you cross the street, but you had no idea, because you kept your head down and focused on the gravel instead of your bubbling heat inside of your body. You opened the door to his home and closed it behind you. You slipped off your shoes slowly to be able to hear where he was.

You left your purse on a side table by your shoes and made your way upstairs to where his heartbeat was coming from.

“Hey, Peter.” He looked over from the window to you with a hint of concern on his face.

“Sit.” He pointed to the sofa across from where he sat and you followed his direction immediately. You couldn’t sit still as you anxiously twiddled your fingers around.

“I understand if you want me to leave, I just couldn’t take it anymore, and I thought that you’d be more likely to-”

“Pause.” He commanded. You quickly shut your mouth and looked down at your hands. “You just asked me to “fuck your brains out” and now you’re sitting there like a kicked puppy?” You swallowed and nodded.

“Sorry...I-I don’t even know what I was thinking.” You had half a mind to get up, walk out, and avoid Peter until the day you died.

“Yeah, you didn’t know what you were thinking. You came over here thinking that I wouldn’t question this?” You bit the inside of your cheek again, inwardly cursing yourself because you didn’t feel the need to cry.

“I mean, I don’t know. Part of me was just...hopeful, that you’d just run with it. It’s obvious I shouldn’t be here, so I’ll just go.” You stood up and went to leave.

“Sit. Down.” You kept your eyes on your feet as they widened like saucers. You slowly sat down in your previous spot, making no attempt to look up.

“Okay.” You whispered and your hands squeezed around your kneecaps nervously.

“This can’t be off of an impulse. How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you craved me?” Crave? Such a...primal word. It was a question that was hard to answer.

“Um...I don’t exactly know? Maybe a long time. Maybe um, I should probably leave.” You moved an inch before you heard a growl. You pushed yourself back onto the sofa quickly.

“A long time is, well, a long time to wait. You have that patience I’ve noticed, since I met you. Do you have endurance, though? Stamina?”

What the fuck is he talking about?

“I mean, I guess. Peter, what do you want from me?” You felt his hand at your jaw which caught you way off guard.

“No no no, princess. What do you want from me?” He lifted your face up so you were forced to look into his blue eyes. “C’mon, tell me again, what it is that you desire?” His voice carried a light tone, but the words held something much darker.

“Fuck my brains out.” His lips quirked up slightly.

“Who?” You couldn’t breathe.

“You, Peter.” He gripped your waist with his other hand to bring you to your feet and press you against him. You took a sharp inhale of breath at the motion.

“You listen so well. Can you feel me? Can you feel how long I’ve patiently waited for you?” His hold on your jaw became slightly tighter as you could feel his hardness press up against your aching core.

“Y-Yes.” You whimpered, feeling the heat boiling your skin. Peter leaned in and merely rubbed his lips against yours.

“I’ve craved you, Y/N. Not just these soft lips, not just your heat crying for me...” His hand moved from your waist to your ass, rubbing you against his length. You were fucking speechless. “but your soul, your heart, and I need you to promise me that it can all be mine.” You had absolutely no idea that Peter could be so passionate, or that he felt this way.

“I-I promise. I promise.” As you spoke your lips rubbed once more against his and they sent tingles down your spine everytime they grazed.

“Then that’s all I ask of you. Are you prepared?” Prepared? He’s gonna rock your whole world.

“I hope so.” You leaned up to press your mouths together for the first time and it was like unleashing a fire. You wrapped your arms around his his mid section and let your hands grip him by his shoulder blades. He urged your body to follow his as he backed up to an unknown destination. You literally followed blindly, allowing yourself to be consumed by his lips.

“I can’t imagine that you’re cold.” Peter spoke breathlessly, separating his mouth from yours. You smiled and shook your head no. His hands removed your shirt from your body and then his. You occupied yourself by removing your pants and unzipped his.

“Peter, they’re too tight.” You complained about his jeans. You noticed the destination was his bedroom, so you invited yourself to lay back on his bed. He shook his head with a chuckle as he peeled his jeans off.

“You give up too easy, princess.” He crawled onto the bed and you opened your propped up knees. He caresses your knees and moved down to your thighs. He lifted a leg onto his bare shoulder to softly kiss it. “I won’t allow that any further.” Your heart accelerated at that statement. You couldn’t take the sudden overwhelming tightness of your bra, so you took it upon yourself to remove it while he graced your thigh with his mouth.

“Maybe if you sped up this pace.” You grasped your breasts in your hands as he finally looked down at you.

“You might regret that.” He grasped your other thigh and flipped you onto your stomach. You gasped as your world literally spun. Your leg was extended back to Peter’s shoulder still. He ran his hand up your thigh to your dampened panties. You directed your gaze down to his hand as a nail extended out. He ran it right down the middle of your underwear, tearing it in half.

“Peter.” You said, very shocked by the action. His nails retracted as you watched him insert two fingers inside of you making your eyes roll back. “Fuck, Peter.” You whined out at his slow proceedings.

“Your patience must have been used all up on waiting to come to me. You’ve deprived yourself of our natural instinct, princess...that’s not fair to your tight, hot, wet, body.” He thrusts his fingers harshly inside of you as he describes your current state, making you let out a long moan.

“I’m sorry...I did, I did.” You dug your nails into the bed while grinding back into his fingers.

“You want my forgiveness, beautiful girl?” He leaned over you to whisper in your ear while driving his fingers into your core relentlessly.

“Yes, please, Peter! Forgive me, please!” You cried, needing to feel him inside of you.

“Since you said please...” He snatched his fingers from your warm grasp to place them on your clit. Moments later you felt him threatening to enter your walls. You whimpered and pressed your sweaty forehead into the mattress. “You’re mine.”

“Oh my god!” Your back was forced to arch, your breasts were pinned against the bed, and he was finally inside of you. His grunts were muffled as he bit onto your shoulder. The hand that wasn’t holding him up grabbed you by your neck to lift your head up from the covers. You could feel his scruff scratching against your cheek as your bodies moved in sync.

You brought a hand away from the bed to press his cheek against yours. His possessive growls were aimed directly into your ear canal and seemed to be amplified that way. Your heat was building a storm inside of you and you could feel it in your belly.

“Peter...I’m gonna-ahh!” His grip on your neck tightened and you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“No patience, princess. I’ll have to show it to you next time. Give it to me, then.” He growled in your ear, his pace never faltering. You felt your claws begging to extend, so you removed them from his face and dug them into his shoulder.

“Peter Hale!” You cried, seeing white as you released around him. You felt the pressure of him releasing inside of you shortly after, but you barely noticed it as you let your upper body fully collapse onto the bed. Peters gently pulled out of you and turned you over to place you onto his chest.

“Get some rest for a bit, I’m sure the heat isn’t over yet.” He spoke softly, running his fingers affectionately through your hair repeatedly. You smiled up at him before letting your naked bodies blend into what seemed like one safe space.

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Aaaaaa!!! I wanna know all your thoughts on them! Tbh i can totally keep going bc aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. I actually do see Sakusa being an asshole, but not intentionally? More like... Picking the wrong choice of words. But he'd be a cuddle monster in a relationship when he's comfortable and I don't take criticism. ❤ you tell Kita you want a pet and he assumes a cat or something, but you bring home some cows. Oh! Oh! My sweet Aone... If you can't sleep at 3am he's awake just listening to you ramble bc he loves everything you have to say. ;-; all 3 show their love in gestures that would go unnoticed by everyone else, but you? You absolutely can tell. Aaaaaaa!!!!!

gear up everybody meg is gonna yell !!

i was gonna talk about all of the characters you mentioned but then i got carried away talking about kiyoomi so i guess that’s what this post is.

think i phrased my thoughts about him wrong in my other post. he totally is an asshole, just not in the way people think. i think it just kind of naturally happens because of his preferences and comfort zone? of course he would be a little rude if people confuse him or violate his boundaries. that’s just the kind of person he is. (i also definitely think he’s coded as neurodivergent but i know not everyone shares that opinion). kiyoomi is an ass, but he’s very rarely acting that way maliciously. he’s just naturally rough around the edges.

i’ll die on the sakuatsu hill, but i also think looking at kiyoomi’s friendship with atsumu is a great way to understand his character. obviously they butt heads, but i see their dynamic as extremely similar to atsumu and osamu’s. yeah they’re at each other’s throats and it’s usually atsumu getting carried away, osamu calling him on it, and atsumu telling him to shut up. gee, i wonder where i’ve seen exactly that??

YOU EVEN GET TO SEE OSAMU LAUGHING AT THEM. their dynamics mirror each other perfectly. yeah kiyoomi is an ass, but he’s an ass in a way that makes people like him more. we recognize that osamu is a bit of an ass, but he’s so passionate about what he was and would do anything for his brother. kiyoomi is the same. he shows affection by butting heads with those around him.

also, holy shit. look at the black jackals. really think it through. look at manga panels. atsumu is like the absolutely terrified caretaker of bokuto and hinata. he’s no longer the “annoying” one. this man is fighting for his life. that’s why i think he and kiyoomi probably get along so well. they’re both overwhelmed by the personalities and behavior of their teammates, so they get along perfectly. as far as kiyoomi’s character goes, i just think that’s fantastic. he can find someone that he’s comfortable with even if they aren’t ‘perfect’ for him. atsumu as a person pushes kiyoomi’s buttons, but that’s part of the fun. he’s kind of a solace from the rest of the chaos in both of their lives. i think he’d carry that into a relationship as well. yeah life is crazy and he has lots of very specific needs and boundaries, but he’s willing to be flexible for someone he really cares about.

but kiyoomi is also just as chaotic as everyone else on the team? he’s a fully formed person beyond being the weird, kinda mean one. this is the duality of man:

HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT THESE AND STILL TELL ME HE’S ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE “stoic asshole types.” HE’S EVERYTHING BUT.

anyway, this was a long winded way to say you’re totally right. kiyoomi is soft for the ones he likes, and though you’ll never be able to get rid of his bastard energy, i don’t think you’d want to. that’s what makes him charming. all you gotta do is tease him back. roll with the punches and dish out your own, and you’ll have kiyoomi wrapped around your finger in no time.

i’m writing a character x character fic w kiyoomi so can you tell i’ve thought about this lmao

but yeah looking for images for this post made me fall into a hole and now i’m dying so i’m making you all lose it with me.

THE SMIRK I CAN’T

how can you see the light leaving atsumu’s eyes without actually seeing it in this.

terrified caretaker atsumu:

just more examples of why he and kiyoomi get along so well. you can’t tell me they don’t share a room every time there’s an away game. i don’t think they’d survive anyone else.

finally, my favorite:

the “smish” and “i could watch this all day” get me every time.

#please forgive me for this long rant #kiyoomi n atsumu are my world #i have genuine tears in my eyes rn #i mostly related this back to his character n how he’d treat people in a relationship #but mostly i just got carried away #meg’s thoughts #meg’s messages 📫

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jealousy

pairing: daishou suguru x f!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, some suggestive content

word count: 1,601

description: daishou gets jealous on a date, but only because he cares

a.n: this is dedicated to the president of the daishou stans club @girlspirits ;3 i couldn’t resist cooking this up when i literally dreamt about it. luv you uwu (also he obviously isn’t dating mika here so he’s all yours)

you stood outside of the school gates, waiting expectantly for your boyfriend to meet you for your date. scrolling on your phone and seeing how your friends from other schools in the city had landed their spots at nationals, you sigh thinking about how that could have been him too. he could’ve lived his last year of volleyball to the fullest and taken his team to victory, but here he was, off of season for the rest of the year, and perhaps the rest of his life, unless he went pro. as they always say though, every cloud has a silver lining, and you quickly push away second hand feelings of pity and regret for him upon realizing that he did is best despite not getting the result he wanted. plus, now he no longer has practice and you guys can finally go on all of the dates you put off for months.

a pair of slender, yet strong arms wrapping around your waist suddenly snaps you out of your thoughts. your head shoots up, turning around frantically with wide eyes only to be met with daishou chuckling playfully.

“suguru! you scared me!” you exclaim, nonetheless turning around to bury into his chest as he pulls you in for a hug.

“that was kind of the point, babe.” daishou teases, though the way you look up at him and pout afterwards immediately softens him up. and when you smack his arm playfully, with just the right amount of pain to teach him a lesson but also light enough to not inflict serious damage, his desire to protect you at all costs grows even stronger.

“ready to go?” daishou takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers and you nod. the two of you then proceed to take a detour from the usual route home. the trip consisted of you guys asking about each other’s day, how exams went, the typical small talk before falling into silence. not the uneasy type of silence, it was the feeling where the lack of words made everything more comfortable and made your relationship deeper than perceived. just the feeling of being together on a day with perfect weather, basking in each others’ presence was enough. everyone who saw you together said what they wanted, but he was your home and you were proud of it.

there were also the fair share of girls who tried to steal him from you, thinking that you couldn’t fulfill his desires but they clearly didn’t know the real him, who craved nothing more than intimacy just like any normal person in a relationship. sometimes he had the tendency to live on the edge when it came to other aspects of his life, but not when it came to people, be it friends, lovers, or even rivals. daishou never treated any of his connections lightly, and he was able to bring the best out of those he was closest to. there was a reason why he became team captain after all, and most definitely one that drew you to him in the first place. the security you had could never be replaced.

you and daishou finally arrived at the convenience store to get the snacks for the movie date at your house. he remembered all of your favorites, placing them in the basket and you couldn’t help but lean over to kiss his cheek as he stood in the aisle thoughtfully, eyes filled with deep concentration in finding what you liked.

“oh?” he turns to you, raising an eyebrow. “you love me that much, huh?”

“how much, suguru?” you smirk, which does nothing to ease his cocky look. daishou tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, before leaning down.

“you’ll have to show me later if you’re gonna be like that.” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

“(y/n)-san, is that you?”

before you could continue your little showdown, you heard another male voice call from behind you. you smiled, amusedly surprised when you saw that it was izumi, one of your closest friends from middle school.

“izumi, hi! how have you been?” you asked. daishou froze when he saw how casually you had greeted another boy in such a friendly tone in the middle of your date. he felt his heart sink when you guys started to catch up in front of him, as if he wasn’t there, and upon noticing the pink hue on izumi’s cheeks when you commented on how tall he had gotten.

the fact that izumi completely ignored the obvious fact that you were taken and continued to act so innocent, making you laugh and beam at him like you were supposed to be doing with your boyfriend, burned his insides even more.

daishou acts before izumi could pull any further moves on you by placing his hand on the small of your back and stepping forward towards the boy, seemingly towering over him.

“i’m sorry to interrupt but,” he interjected, feigning civility when he was totally not apologetic at all on the inside. “how do you know my girlfriend?”

izumi freezes at the mention of the word ‘girlfriend’. daishou smirks inwardly knowing that he had gotten him.

“oh i-i went to junior high with (y/n)-san.” he stuttered. “s-sorry i didn’t know you two were on a date.”

lies. daishou wasn’t an idiot, his ability to see through people on the court translated into other aspects too. his sensors definitely went off when he saw that someone was putting on a facade to take away his lover. perhaps this old friend of yours wasn’t a bad person per se, but he felt the need to assert some sort of guard against his interest towards you.

“i’ll leave you guys alone then.” izumi said politely, with a subtle hint of disappointment in his voice. “it was nice seeing you, (y/n)-san.”

“you too, izumi, take care!” you wave him goodbye.

for the rest of the time, as you guys stocked up on your sweet and savory goods, daishou remained silent. you had a feeling that the sudden confrontation had thrown him off guard, and squeezed his hand reassuringly. the gesture calmed him down, but he wasn’t willing to fully let this event go.

after you guys paid, he noticed izumi exiting the store right before you two. perfect, he thought, when he noticed from the corner of his eye that he was watching once you were outside.

daishou gently grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look at him before firmly pressing his lips to yours. you’re taken aback from how he randomly began kissing you in public like this but saw it coming at some point. you sigh in relief from getting what you secretly craved as he tenderly ravished you. one hand cradled your jaw while the other pulled you closer by the waist possessively and your arms flung around his neck. izumi could do nothing but gape, and daishou felt his gaze, chuckling into the kiss knowing that you were all his.

not wanting to get too carried away, daishou broke the contact, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. his heart swelled with pride upon realizing that izumi had left, probably run off somewhere far, far away.

“suguru,” your flustered state fades when you laugh softly. “you were jealous weren’t you?”

daishou grunts as he brushes his lips against your forehead. “yeah..i was. sorry if i went too far. i trust you, it’s just that, you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and are already admired by so many other people that i can’t help but let my doubts get the best of me.” he inhales sharply. “i know that there are people who think i’m not good enough for you and that they know more about you than i do and it drives me crazy even though i shouldn’t pay attention to those things, because….i love you (y/n). i love you so much and i can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

you’re speechless from the expression of his feelings. and the declaration at the end does nothing to calm your heartbeat. without hesitation, you lean in again for another kiss, this time more gentle, but passionate enough to feel all of the pent up emotions that led up to the moment. your foreheads remain pressed against each other’s after breaking the kiss.

“i love you too, suguru.” you breathe out. “don’t ever doubt yourself or listen to what other people have to say. i promise, i would never leave you for anyone else.”

daishou’s heart had never felt warmer. if everyone else was against him, surely you’d be by his side, so why would he ever think that you’d betray him in the first place? the friendliness you exhibited towards everyone was one of the main reasons why he liked you, and he never wanted you to change despite the attention you received, especially for his projected insecurities that he no longer had to worry about.

“we should get going to your house now,” he gazes at you with sly, dilated eyes. “maybe we can finish what we started and show our love for one another in more ways than one.”

you punch his chest, trying very hard to suppress your blush.

“snacks and movies first! then we’ll see, only if you’re a good boy though.” you smirk.

“i’m a snack myself, baby. and you are too.” he purrs.

you laugh hysterically at what was supposed to be a suggestive joke. daishou would always be your cheesy dork underneath his tough exterior and you were loving it.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu suggestive #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu one shots #daishou suguru #daishou x reader #daishou fluff #daishou suggestive #daishou imagines #daishou scenarios #nohebi #nohebi x reader

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