#but i can’t jack off cause i don’t wanna wake him up
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“you’re my good boy” HHNNGGGGGG PLS DONT MAKE ME BEG FOR IT
#this is directed at my bf#he knows what he's doing#and now i’m all pent up#but i can’t jack off cause i don’t wanna wake him up#hnggghhh#my rockstar#mlm nsft#t4t nsft#trans nsft#t4t mlm#t4t#please please please
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killshot, baby
Pairing: Aaron Hotch x Doctor!Fem!reader
Cw: Fluff (for real this time), LONGING (this is literally 9k words of pure yearning idek how I did that), mentions of blood, Hotch gets shot, Jack being adorable, Jack gets injured too :(, no explicit age gap, this is just rlly cute idk it's sweet I love Hotch so much I need him
Summary: When you get hired as the BAU's stand-by medic, the team leader ends up being the hardest part of your job.
Disclaimer: Reader is chubby! She's always fat coded, but like usual she's not described here. Just know a chubby person was imagined when writing this <3
WC: 9k (Hotch is the love of my life I could go on about him forever)
This is definitely not medically accurate, please just enjoy for the sake of the story.
I LOVE HOTCH I WANNA SMOOCH HIM
As weird as it was, band aids were the thing you remembered most from your childhood. You grew up as a canvas for any sort of scrape, cut, or bruise. Any wound that made your parents feel mildly worried to utterly terrified were ones that decorated your body frequently. You never tried to assign any meaning to why you became a doctor, simply crediting it as your call to the profession - to people. If you had to, though, your consistently bruised adolescent body is the best root cause you could think of. It seemed only right that the kid who couldn’t keep her skin in tact would grow to love helping others. You liked to think that’s how you kept your head an average size. Your bosses and co-workers had raved about your abilities no matter the job you took, and after a while you had to start prioritizing keeping your humility. You had started as just a kid with bruises.
You tended to ground yourself with those same memories in times like this. For as long as you’d worked in the hospital, you held some disdain for agents. You saw many federal ones, being so close to the HQ for divisions like Behavioral Analysis, but some locals swung by too. You’d had far too many experiences of them being snappy, demanding, and usually inconsiderate to the team of people trying to save someone. You understood the individuals you were committed to helping often got there by doing monstrous things, but demanding to talk to someone when they were bleeding out and half-conscious always forced your tongue between your teeth in an effort to stay respectful. Especially now, pushing a stretcher with 3 other workers while trying to shake off the feds trailing after him. You recognized them, Agents Rossi and Hotchner, if you remembered correctly.
“We’ll need to talk to him immediately.” The man - Rossi, you assumed, seeing as he was going gray and had less of a charge fueling his steps - spoke quickly as the two men followed your team.
“Be here when he’s out of surgery.” You didn’t bother to look back, trying to convey your annoyance and praying they got the hint.
“He’s killed three women and has another one hostage. We don’t have time.” The other one piped up, easily keeping pace with you.
Abandoning your previous strategy, you let your team push the man into the operating room, shutting the door behind them and whipping around to face the duo. “I understand that, sir, believe me.” You were more elevated than you would have liked, years of unease unfortunately slipping through your efforts to withhold them. “But whatever happened when you found him left him barely breathing. You can’t speak to a corpse. You’ll have your time when he’s stable. Go do your job and let me do mine.” You tensed your calves planning to turn around, but quickly felt the guilt catch up to you. “I’ll call you if he wakes up.”
“If?”
You sighed. You hated profilers. “I’ll call you.”
“Call the headquarters.” He was scribbling down a number on the back of a hospital business card. “Ask for Agent Hotch. We’ll be waiting.” You nodded your head once, taking the card from his hands. He started walking away as he thanked you. “We appreciate it.” Sure.
–
The surgery to save the man had been a trip and half. One of the bullets had internally ricocheted, and the other two were lodged next to crucial arteries. You praised your mother for giving you steady hands as you inched them out of him. It took you and your team six hours and fifteen minutes to get his heartbeat steady, you estimated he’d be knocked out all night. You should call, you thought. You had no idea how late these people worked but they were more than likely expecting to talk tonight and you didn’t know if that’d be possible. You fished the card out of your pocket, his handwriting was impressively neat for how fast he’d written the number. You heard the line ring twice before someone picked up.
“This is Penelope Garcia with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who am I speaking to?”
“Uh- I’m Dr. L/n down at Quantico Med. I’m looking for Agent Hotch?” Your words tilted up at the end of your sentence. The casual nature of his shortened name left a weird feeling in your mouth after you said it. “I have an update on a patient he was asking after.”
“Is this about an unsub?”
“A what?” She lacked professionalism. You wondered briefly if he had just given you the phone number of an employee.
“I’m sorry-” she laughed slightly. “Is this about a suspect? Hotch told me someone might be calling.”
“Um - yeah it’s about a suspect. He was brought in earlier. Is Agent Hotch there? I’m sorry ma’am but I've been in an operating room for the past 6 hours and I want to go home.” You hoped she’d respect your honesty, you really didn’t have the patience to explain yourself to someone new.
She chuckled. “I got you honey, I’ll page you over.” The line went dead for a second before the ringing resumed. Please be quick, you prayed, get me out of this fucking hospital.
“Hotchner.” His voice was rougher over the phone. You guessed the long hours started to weigh on him by this time of night. You always felt it the most around this time, too.
“Hi, sir. This is Dr. L/n from the hospital. We managed to stabilize your guy, but it’s unlikely he’ll be up before tomorrow. I know it was assumed he’d be awake tonight but it took longer to operate than expected.” Your guys put 3 bullets in him, so sorry for the inconvenience. “I’ll be here all day tomorrow. You can come by at any time and I’ll let you in.”
“Are you positive we can’t talk to him tonight? I understand the situation is difficult but this case is extremely time sensitive. I’m sure that’s not lost on you.” You cursed the man for not being more condescending in his delivery. Thinking of the poor person either trapped or dead right now due to the guy you just saved made you sick.
“I know.” Fucking hell. “I can wake him up.” A quarter dose of adrenaline works wonders. “Be here in fifteen minutes. You won’t have much time to talk to him.”
“Thank you.” He hung up. You put your head in your hands. Just a little kid with bruises.
–
The layout of the BAU made you envious of the workers here. You’re sure they’d dealt with atrocities beyond what the average person could stomach, but you also worked within the belly of the beast and man were those hospital hallways claustrophobic. The daylight shone beautifully through the large windows, and you asked yourself if you’d be able to cope with all the paperwork in exchange for a feel like this. There weren’t any front desks, nowhere to sign in, so you sat in one of the chairs by the door and waited to see if something would happen. You had been specifically requested to visit the building , a note signed ‘Strauss’ being left with the hospital secretary. You didn’t like being called on by a stranger, it made you nervous beyond belief. You’re sure anyone walking by assumed you were being charged with something. Sweating like a sinner in church.
“Dr. L/n?” A woman was standing near you, having completely avoided your eyesight until now. “I’m the board supervisor, Erin Strauss. Thank you for coming.” The woman was nice enough, but she seemed rigid, clearly confident in her authority. She led you to her office and gestured to the chair facing her desk.
“I’ll cut right to the chase.” She smoothed her pencil skirt as she sat down. “The BAU is seeking a stand-by medic and I’d like to offer you the position. You’re revered highly by your previous places of employment and your current boss has only good things to say. Along with a personal reference by an employee of mine, you’re certainly a person of interest. You’d be working interchangeably with three other individuals, however you would be the first one called when needed.”
That is definitely not what you were expecting. You were almost immediately ready to turn down the offer. You didn’t work well with cops. You worked well in a hospital, going into the field to patch the wounds of both good and evil was a less than appealing deal to you.
“You’d be on call while you worked your current position at Quantico Medical, when you’re at home you can remain there, but you’ll be flying with the rest of the team when they leave. You will be entered into a federal database, and employed as a stand-in for hospitals near you when working abroad.” She went on to explain you’d be paid salary, and when you heard just how much you could add to your monthly income by doing this, you took it. You were doing fine, you definitely didn’t need the financial boost, but you had family that could use it. Your niece had been close to turning down college because of the cost, so some extra money could really set her up.
“Excellent. You’ll start your field training next Monday.” She was shuffling papers into a hefty stack as she talked. “Come back when you’ve finished this and I’ll arrange a team meeting.” The stack was even heavier than you expected when you picked it up. It was far too early to be regretting your decision.
–
The first day of training had been easy enough. You weren’t an agent, so you avoided having to learn weapons or combat. It generally consisted of learning efficiency, along with how to work properly with agents and the expected etiquette when dealing with an unsub. You had met the team only once by now. Everyone had been nice - Garcia especially - but aside from her nobody had been particularly welcoming. The conditions of your job were a bit strange, basically capitalizing on the what ifs that came with the FBI title, and that created a bit of distance between you and the rest of the team. They questioned the necessity of you, they’d survived this long without a stand-by medic with them, why did they need one now?
Above any disregard for those in law enforcement sat your stubbornness. You knew they were on the fence about you, the most logical thing for you to do now would be attend every session required of you and prove yourself through pure accomplishment. Easy in theory, much harder to execute when Aaron Hotch is the one you’re learning from. He was a good teacher - you’d give him that - he had a confidence to him that easily dominated a room, attracted eyes in a way other men couldn’t manage. You’d ignored the initial stir in your stomach when meeting him in favor of attempting to scold him and his partner. Now, it was much harder to quell the slight pound in your head or the sweat on your palms. He was just standing up front, lecturing on the importance of a team, but his attire was the only thing able to break through the haze in your mind. Every time he’d shown up at the hospital, he’d donned a suit, a slightly baggy blazer worked incredibly well as a shield to your curiosity. That had clearly changed, as he shed the overcoat when talking to the class, having just a white button up adorn his torso. You took notice of the rolled up sleeves, clearing your throat quietly to snap yourself back into focus. You had the intention of snuffing out this little thing of yours but were a living contradiction at this point, setting on the goal of avoidance while barely ignoring the sight of the veins on his arms. You pondered the thought of sleeping with some man at a bar just to get this out of your system, but remembered how little projecting attraction onto someone else helps a situation. In other words, you were probably fucked.
–
The first mission you worked with the team had you flying to a tiny Georgia town to investigate a string of bodies being found in ransacked homes. It seemed to be a simple motive, robbery turned to murder, but the team was called down to help once the kill count hit five. You had been expecting a long commercial flight, figuring you’d need to invest in a good neck pillow and some aspirin. Nobody had bothered to inform you the Bureau utilized private air travel, or that you’d be flying in one with people you’d known for two weeks. You’re sure you looked a little out of place, looking around the plane without being obvious you were doing it and adjusting to the sight of couches on planes. The others, having had this privilege for years now, took their respective seats. You had been nervous about that, unfortunately. The unsure feeling of where to sit reminding you painfully of high school cafeterias and inferior reputations. The only open seat happened to be right next to the man you’d been ducking away from the past two weeks. Lovely. He took a moment to look at you when you sat. You were prepared to talk to him, but for now you busied yourself with rummaging through your bag looking for nothing and pretending not to see him in your peripherals.
“Do you get sick on planes?” He seemed to have a deeper motive when he asked, like you saying yes would solve a puzzle in his head.
“Not really.” You’d only been on a plane a handful of times. “Turbulence can make me nervous, but I think that’s fairly normal.” You thought momentarily that perhaps he would blame your obvious anxiety on that instead of his proximity to you. He was a profiler, you’re sure he picked up on tells for nerves you weren’t even aware you had, but maybe he’d write it off. “Why do you ask?”
“You seem…” He trailed off for a moment, looking over your face to try and categorize your expression. “I don’t know, lost?” He smiled, light and easy, and you realized he was trying to reach out to you. The comfortability in the gesture made your head spin. It was like a shot of morphine, enveloping your body in a dull elation - an escape. You wanted that comfortability, wanted him to feel weightless around you. There had been a certain tension between the two of you since you started. He was warmer than the rest, but also more awkward. Your first real interaction had been an outburst, and it left you hesitant to talk to him.
You chuckled at his remark. “No I -” You shook your head as you spoke, as if shaking off his accusation. “Nobody told me about the jet. You’d think exclusive aircraft would be in the job predecessor.”
He nodded in agreement, holding a slight upturn on his lips. “Yes, you would.” He glances away to check the time, looking back to you quickly like you were his homebase. “Strauss has a habit of getting ahead of herself. Plus, we’re all pretty used to it by now. I have to remind her sometimes that normal provisions don’t have a TI.”
“I’m sure.” It was clear she’d worked with the unit for a while. “Even if they did, though, they’d never find another Garcia.” You thought of the woman, bright and sparkly and incredibly good at her job. “You guys are lucky to have her.”
He stared at you, losing a hint of the lightheartedness and letting a wave of genuinity intertwine with it. “You have her too, Y/n.” His eyes were like a trap, rich pools of honey just begging to tug you down in. “You’re a member of this team. Don’t think your newness makes you inferior to anyone else on it. We’re lucky to have you too.”
Fuck, you were whipped. “I really appreciate that, sir.”
He smiled, shaking his head and waving you off. “Don’t with the sir, please. It’s bad enough when Garcia does it. You can call me Aaron.” Not even the other team members called him that, a thought that seemed to strike you both simultaneously. “Or Hotch, whatever you prefer.”
You just looked at him, letting a smile rouse your lips and trying your hardest not to let the effect he had on you reach your face. “Ok.”
–
The first case had been good training wheels, simply tending to a vic who needed stitches and getting a feel for the life of a field agent. You’d been adjusting nicely to it, quickly getting used to working random hospitals and waiting to be needed on an active crime scene. The others had warmed up to you tremendously after getting back, opening their circle for one more, and you couldn’t be more grateful. A team like this was something you’d wanted for a while, growing more and more unsatisfied with the callous ER workspace by the day. Ironically, there was much more life in jobs dealing with murder. He had also been warming up to you. The two of you hit the status of work-place friends nearly instantly. The endearing encounter on the plane simmered inside you for a while. The memory of it prompting you to keep talking to him, always searching for a fix of the painkiller you’d felt that day.
You weren’t a profiler, but you were unfathomably infatuated, leading you to never miss his tone getting softer with you, or any one of his touches that lingered for just a second too long. It just barely bypassed the line of friendship, but you never lost sight of that linear barrier, so it was incredibly prevalent to you when he breached it. You scoffed at the idea of any reciprocity, brushing off every remark made by a coworker or the one horrific time you heard JJ refer to the two of you as ‘mom and dad.’ This wasn’t a plausible thing. This was a stupid workplace crush that was more of a hindrance than anything. The growing closeness between you and him would have it’s effects properly restrained to the confines of your head, only permitted to express themselves once you were away from the man. It was an odd dynamic, but Aaron wasn’t an obvious guy, so trying to define the edges of you two would only draw attention to the fact you had been looking at all. No thank you.
“Shit.” The team was sitting around the table going over their files. You were mainly there for support, as you were never a part of the lead up to the catch, the chase. You heard Hotch mumble the exclamation under his breath and looked over to see the trouble. He was looking down at his phone, jaw resting between his thumb and pointer finger. You got up and moved to sit next to him, the motion virtually ignored by everyone else as they continued searching for connections.
“Everything ok?” You mumbled to him, trying not to disturb your friends who were nearly nose-deep in their files.
“Yeah.” He sighed. “Jack’s sitter canceled. I wanted to stay here to go over the latest crime scene but I guess I’ll have to raincheck.” The killings of your latest unsub had been increasing. You knew the collective stress that was starting to boil within the team. Him going home would only slow them down, a horrible addition to a killer that was speeding up.
You volunteered your night away before you even got a chance to think about it.
“I can watch him.”
Surprise was apparent in the raise of his eyebrows. “I appreciate it, but I couldn’t ask that of you.
You’re fairly certain you would do anything he asked of you, but the nobility of the man in this case almost made you roll your eyes. “No, please. I offered and I would love to. I’m not helping anyone just sitting here, and you leaving would slow them down. You know what to look for here, I don’t. I don’t want another girl going missing just cause your sitter flaked. I can do it.”
He seemed mildly speechless. “I -” He paused, trying to find the wording he wanted. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll send you the address, if you’re sure.” He looked at you with more adoration than you’d ever had directed at you, so intense your eyes instinctively ducked down. “Thank you, Y/n.” He was so touched by the action it made you slightly sad to think about. Had no one ever helped him? Maybe you were raised weird, this seemed hardly beyond common decency to you.
“What are friends for?” He exhaled a slight laugh in gratuitous agreement, but you saw the glimmer of his eyes dull slightly. The notion surely reflected in your own eyes as the words burned your tongue. Friends.
–
Jack was a delight. A well mannered, clearly well raised kid. Parts of his dad shined so vibrantly in him that you’re sure you’d be able to pick him out of a crowd based on mannerisms alone. Hotch had called Jack’s daycare, verifying your identity and giving you the ok to go pick him up. He seemed quiet on the way home, but rushed to give you a tour of the house, and excitedly led you to his line up of toy trains once you’d entered the place. There was a shift between you and Hotch that happened when you gave the offer. A shift that was now only just settling in you. This was his house. His space, his stuff, his place of security. He’d invited you into it, gave you permission to enter it, to exist within it, and it was strangely intoxicating. He was intoxicating, and you realized quickly how much you ached for the permanence of it. You’d made Jack dinner, played for a bit, went out for ice cream per his pleading, and wished him a peaceful goodnight when his bedtime rolled around. He’d dubbed you his ‘best babysitter ever’ and you knew as soon as the words hit your ears that you’d be watching him again. You’re sure situations like today popped up frequently for Hotch, you could be a valuable asset to him when you had free time. He would be saving money too. No need to pay a sitter when you were being paid by the Bureau every second you were there. Aaron had gotten home a few minutes past one, utterly exhausted and uncharacteristically apologetic. He was sorry for being gone so long, making you stay so late, everything and anything the man could apologize for was pouring out of his mouth. He’d welcomed you to stay, but his hair was messy from messing with it all night, and he’d ditched the suit jacket for a gray long sleeve. You’d wanted to take the opportunity, wanted to bask in the safety of him for as long as he’d allow it, but those restrained thoughts were clawing the walls of your skull with a vigor unlike anything you’d felt before. It would be abhorrent to dream about the man while in the confines of his home. You couldn’t do that - you wouldn’t. You brushed off any apology he could conjure and let him escort you out the door. His hand was on your lower back, and his voice was low from the siphoning nature of the day.
“Thank you, again.” He looked at you. “You’re a lifesaver.” You’d expected to hear some humor in his voice. The start of banter between friends, a casual appreciation for a job well done, but there wasn’t any. He sounded rough, slightly beat down, his eyes filled with a sincerity all aimed at you. A blend of pure adoration and a deeper level of dedication. Was this a commitment? What kind?
Heat bubbled in your stomach as you made eye contact. “Please.” You shook your head slightly. “Jack’s an angel. You’re clearly as good at this as you are profiling.” You nodded in the vague direction of Jack’s bedroom as you referenced the kid. “It was my pleasure. I’d love to do it again, if you’ll let me.”
He sighed out a small laugh and broke your gaze for a moment, looking back to you as he spoke. “I’d like that.”
–
You’d seen Jack a multitude of times after that. Aaron was never particularly fond of asking you, claiming that he appreciated the gesture but it was mainly Jack’s begging that made him cave. That, and your persistence. You liked Jack a lot, and more selfishly, you liked being around Aaron’s stuff. It was a little creepy, yes, but you felt better acquainted with him after being around his things. An energetic type of understanding, the type that deepened a connection without words. He was needed late tonight, and as much as you hated denying an offer to see Jack, you had priorities at the hospital. The previous sitter wasn’t able to watch him, so she gave a personal recommendation, and Jack got stuck with a stranger. You thought about him while working, probing and patching people half-focused with the desire to be elsewhere. You’d felt mildly guilty about it, but it’s not like it altered your work, so you figured it was harmless.
You wondered slightly if you manifested the event you were watching play out. You watched in pure disbelief as a sobbing Jack was being carried into the ER by a flustered blonde woman. There was blood staining the right sleeve of his shirt, pouring out of his skin in a surplus and completely soaking through the material. A jagged piece of glass was standing at attention in his wrist, having sliced through the fabric like butter. He was marked ‘urgent,’ who knows if the shard had hit an artery or where the glass had come from.
Most other doctors were busy, either operating or tending to patients. You’d walked to the front desk, remaining as calm as your racing heart would let you, and told the secretary to assign the case to you. “I know this one. Let me take him.” She just nodded, marking your name down as the primary doctor and allowing you to take him back.
Walking up to the blonde woman, you assumed this had been the new babysitter. She was a wreck, trying to explain what happened through her own hysteria while simultaneously having her words drowned out by the crying child. “It’s ok, ma’am.” You’d reassured her, obviously she hadn’t intended the injury. “Let me take him, I’m a friend of his father.” You saw the calmness dilate her eyes, making itself apparent in the relaxation of her tense shoulders. You removed the bleeding boy from her arms, holding him against you and cooing at him the way you would a baby. You took him to a stretcher a few feet away and laid him down, ensuring his wounded arm stayed flat in an attempt to slow the blood. He was on the brink of passing out, his body not having nearly enough energy for the sobbing on top of losing vital fluid. “Jack.” You addressed him directly, two more doctors aiding your transfer to an examination room. “I need you to stay with me, buddy. Just a little longer, I promise. You’re gonna be just fine.” You pushed with one hand, caressing his non-injured arm to emphasize your affection. “Just a little longer.” You looked at him in between looking forward to keep the stretcher straight, seeing that same adoration from his father’s eyes mirrored in his. You felt protective, realizing you cared for the Hotchners much more than you let yourself believe. Little kid with bruises, you skimmed through your origins in your mind in an attempt to center your focus. Just a little kid with bruises.
Two hours later, Jack was stitched up and sleeping soundly. You knew his sitter had called Hotch, probably as soon as something happened, and were not surprised to find him idle in a waiting room chair. He was leaned forward, head in his hands and knee bouncing violently. He heard footsteps getting closer, a feeling within him recognizing them as yours, and he looked up. His eyes were teary, tired. The look of a concerned father.
“How is he?” You’d never witnessed this type of worry in him, heard the amount of desperation in his voice.
You smiled lightly as a predecessor to Jack’s wellbeing. “He’s fine. Glass missed his arteries. We had him patched up in around an hour and a half. Gave him a lollipop and a light sedative to get him to rest. He should be all set to go in the morning.”
He sighed, and the amount of stress that audibly left his body made you feel a little lighter from where you stood. “Thank God.”
“Hey man, give us a little credit.” You joked, relieved when you heard the slight laugh come from his downturned head. Pity laugh, probably, but it was a cherished sound nonetheless.
“You have full credit, Y/n.” He shook his head, raising it to look at you. “Quite the hero.”
You almost physically recoiled from the term, rushing to correct him while maintaining the lighthearted nature. “Definitely not.” You rejected the praise. “Just doing my job. I’m glad I could help him.”
He leaned back in his chair, relaxing for a second before he planned to stand up. “Noble.” He chuckled. “But you helped my son. That’s about as heroic as it gets to me, doc.”
Blood rushed to your ears at your professional title being used so affectionately. “Go check on your kid, Hotch.” You waved back towards the direction of Jack, knowing that even though he was asleep, he’d want to see him anyway. You also hoped the slight distraction would draw his attention away from your increasingly flustered state. “You’ll have plenty of time to praise me.” You weren’t entirely sure you’d wanted the sentence to exit your mouth, but it was too late to bite your tongue.
He raised his eyebrows so slightly that you scolded yourself for having noticed. Such a minuscule action that seemed to move mountains within your brain. “Oh?”
“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at your own remark. “I’m walking away. You know what I meant.”
“Mhm.” He smiled, nodding his head dramatically and rising from his seat. “Just name a time and place, doc. I’ll do good on that promise.”
You went momentarily braindead, hoping your eyes weren’t giving away the less than work appropriate feeling pumping through your veins. You stared baffled at him for what was definitely a millisecond too long before giving a half-shocked, half-flattered laugh and gesturing him away. “Say that when you’re not obviously sleep deprived and delirious and maybe we can arrange it.” The last thing you heard was him, laughing the way you do when you’re very serious but desperately trying to pass it off as a joke. You knew it well, having done it almost every time you were around him since you started. Comfortable, witty retorts between friends. “Have a good night, Aaron.”
Aaron, he thought. He’d remember that.
–
That had been the second shift between the two of you. Felt immediately by both parties and tossing you both into the deep end of whatever you’d been building with him. He’d been much more touchy, seemingly subconscious on his part but noticed by every part of your body, mind, and soul. You thought about what it could mean, then sunk even further into your incoherent mind when realizing just how subconscious the actions really were. He was just drawn to you. You had viscerally fought that conclusion as it came to you but it genuinely could not be anything else. He was touching you more because - whether on the surface or deeper down - he just wanted to, and that fact was wrecking you. You were so fucking into him that it hurt. Hurt to look at him or be in his home watching Jack or have his knee pressed against yours in the back of car during a team outing. It all hurt because he wasn’t yours. He seemed into you, too. Of course, you didn’t know to what extent. You worried maybe he hadn’t said anything yet because he simply didn’t like you enough, and that hurt more than any other factor. It was a foolish notion - one you would have abandoned instantly had you peeked inside his head - but alas, no such luck.
He’d been more relaxed, too. The two of you reaching a point in your relationship you hadn’t ever let yourself dream about. He was funny, achieving that lightness around you that you’d wanted from the start. He’d gotten riskier, amping up the dial on his remarks a bit. Starting with those like the hospital, ending with ones that made you have to take a breather in the room where they kept the coffee. It hadn’t gone unnoticed, per say, but the others were certainly ignorant to the true depth of the change. You simply couldn’t measure it by witnessing, you had to feel it. And fuck were you feeling it.
A week or so after Jack’s ER visit, you’d asked after him. You didn’t know if the regret was immediate, but it flooded through you quickly. Aaron got nervous, shifty, like you’d touched a live wire of his and he now had to patch it up before it blew. You got concerned, asking if something happened with his stitches or if Jack was now showing some sort of trauma response to the event. Was that even plausible? You weren’t sure, PTSD wasn’t exactly your strong suit. However, he quickly stated that wasn’t the case, noting that Jack was actually in perfect health and had been relentless about wanting you over for dinner.
“He’s grateful.” Hotch was smiling with paternal reluctance, proud of his son for having such good morals but also uncomfortable with the possibility of rejection he was facing. “He wants to see you, say thank you for “saving his life.” He emphasized the last bit in a sarcastic tone, both of you knowing his life hadn’t been in danger but also knowing that fact wouldn’t deter the boy from considering you some type of guardian angel. “Would you be up for it?” If you hadn’t been so focused on snuffing out the heat rushing to your face, you would have seen that same heat reflected in a slight pink across his cheeks.
“Definitely.” You smiled at the thought of the boy bugging his dad about getting you to the house. “When were you thinking?”
“Saturday night?” Both of you were scheduled to be off that day, and you found yourself begging whatever merciful being would listen to not have some lead to chase that day. “He’ll want the day to prepare.” He chuckled.
“Oh no.” You joked. Prepare? You couldn’t even begin to imagine what that meant. “Well, I am extremely curious to find out what an eight year old boy has to prepare for. How about seven? Would that be good?”
Aaron felt his palms start to sweat. He’d never actually been around his house when you’d been there, only seeing you on your way out. “That’s perfect.”
“Great.” You smiled, checking the time and realizing you needed to get going to the hospital. “I’m looking forward to it.” You nodded slightly as one last confirmation and headed out, suppressing a giddy smile while trying to force yourself into a headspace you could work in.
In the meantime, Aaron watched you walk off from where he’d been perched on your desk, entirely oblivious to the man watching the scene.
“As I live and breathe.” Rossi had crept up on him, not spooking him but rather suspending him in a state of immeasurable embarrassment. “Aaron Hotcher has a crush.” The man held his shoulder, patting him there like a father witnessing his son get his first girlfriend. “She’s a good one. Quite the eye you got, Aaron.” Then he was gone, walking away with Aaron’s dignity clasped in his hands. Closing his eyes in pure mortification, Hotch simply thanked God that nobody else was around for that and walked away with the intention of fusing to his office chair to avoid ever looking at Rossi again. At least you’d said yes, he thought. He didn’t know how he’d cope with his friend watching him swing and miss.
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The daylight seemed to be anticipating this more than you were, hours passing by like minutes until eventually the sun woke you up on Saturday morning. It was blazing through the cracks in your blinds, settling in slim lines across your floor, as light and gentle as snow. You’d been rehearsing your poker face in preparation for tonight. Writing safety manuals for any ungodly situation that could happen, everything from a fire to Aaron gaining the ability to read your mind and unearthing what you really thought about him. You were so happy that Jack held you in such high esteem, but your hands were shaking at the thought of sitting down with him and his father and acting like it wasn’t the dynamic you fucking dreamt about. You knew it was a good sign of compatibility if someone’s cat liked you - did their child liking you mean the same thing? You hoped Jack’s seemingly innate approval of you gave you at least a couple brownie points. Aaron had called you a hero. Swiftly ignoring the memory of what he’d said after he called you a hero, you pulled out your phone. You and him didn’t really speak outside of work and babysitting schedules, but you were pacing around your room and needed something to give you a semblance of structure, a reassurance - even if it was just for the time. You texted, asking if you were still on for tonight, then went to go make breakfast and inevitably pace some more. He’d gotten back to you about twenty minutes later, confirming the time and giving details of how excited Jack was about it. You smiled at that, praying tonight would be as smooth as humanly possible and you could walk away with an ounce of emotional control. You set an intention, this wouldn’t deepen your feelings for Aaron. Was it a pointless goal? Yes. Was it also highly unlikely to prove true? Yes. But the loose plan you worked around the resolution almost completely extinguished the anxiety that had been blazing for hours now. It would be fine, you thought. Completely and utterly fine.
The same words were looping through your thoughts when you got to his front door. Casual - but still minorly more dressed up than he’d seen you. You’d put a little extra effort into your appearance, mainly to pass the time if you were honest, and you walked in with mild confidence fueling your steps. You did your best not to ogle him, he was in an attire that was already threatening to unravel the safety net of the goal you set. You were used to the suits hidden beneath blazers you cursed the existence of, maybe a snippet of his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves late at night. Now, though, he sported a simple black tee, more comfortable than you’d ever seen him. Domesticity was practically oozing from the entire situation. You felt the pieces slip into place as Jack ran up behind him, and you almost cried with how badly you wanted this feeling to be your normal.
“Hey, buddy.” You laughed as he hugged you, reciprocating the act as well as you could from the multiple feet you had on his height. “How’s the arm?”
He raised up his wrist, now gauze free and proudly showed off the scar there. You played up the genuine admiration you felt for him. “That’s a pretty gnarly scar.” He nodded in response, probably feeling cool for the evidence he handled such an injury. “I don’t want to see you back in my operating room, you hear me? Scared the life out of us.” The scolding was playful, and he giggled at your words.
Aaron huffed in agreement, cocking his head to the side slightly. “You can say that again.” Jack looked between you two, smiling and seemingly thinking something neither of you could decipher. To break the moment of silence, Aaron patted his shoulder. “Why don’t you tell her what’s on the menu, buddy?”
He told you, and you hummed along to his words, commenting that it sounded delicious and actually meaning it. He ran away a second later - presumably back to whatever he’d been doing before you got there - and left you and Aaron alone. Venturing into the kitchen, you saw multiple pans and pots sitting neatly on the stove, table set and ready to be utilized. Everything was being kept warm, and you finally gained an appetite after having wrestled with nerves all day.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked it while entering the kitchen, pausing to look at you.
“Please.” You were desperate to calm yourself, eager to subdue the shaking of your hands. “Do you have any wine?” You weren’t the biggest fan, but you couldn’t think of a drink more fitting for the evening.
He nodded slightly. “Red or white?”
“White.”
He chuckled. “Thought so.” It was quiet, more to himself than you as he was already walking away from you when he said it. He’d thought about what kind of wine you liked, you thought. He’d thought about you. He pulled two wine glasses down from the cupboard, then walked over to the fridge. He reached above it, barely having to stretch, and pulled an uncorked bottle from the storage up there. You felt your legs tense looking at how tall he was, how sure he was of his actions. Jesus. It’s been five minutes and you were crumbling. You watched his hands as he uncorked the bottle, reading the label and realizing the brand.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Seems a little fancy for a dinner.”
He laughed under his breath as he finished pouring the glasses, walking back over to sit next to you on the island stools. “You’re a guest of honor.” He placed yours in front of you. “I thought it was fitting.”
You searched, but couldn’t find the humor in his tone. You raised your eyebrows slightly. “Am I?” It was sarcastic, you needed to stop the heat in your stomach from spreading. “I didn’t know doing your job earned such a title.”
He was drinking as you spoke, finishing his sip before joking back. “You’re a doctor.” He said. “I thought you knew that better than anyone.”
You sucked air through your teeth as if wounded by his words. “Touche.” You took a sip of your drink, relishing the taste. Damn, he didn’t come to play. He laughed, and you set your glass back down. “Ok, I have to know.” He drew his attention to you. “What the hell did Jack need the day to prepare for?” The question had been on your mind since he asked you.
He took a drink, chuckling with a mouthful then swallowing so he could reply. “He actually helped cook most of this.” He nodded towards the stove full of different dishes. “That was what he needed the day for. Time for trial and error.”
You grinned at the thought of Jack and Aaron spending the day in aprons, making sure everything turned out perfect. “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He looked back towards Jack, coloring in the living room, close enough to see but far enough to miss your discussions. “He gets nervous around you.”
That surprised you. “Why on Earth would he be nervous around me?” You took your turn looking at the boy, an idea hitting you and making you feel sick. “Wait, I didn’t do something did I?”
He looked back at you, smiling. “No, no. Nothing like that. He gets nervous because he likes you. He knows who you are to me, too, so he wants to make a good impression.”
Your mind latched onto that sentence and played it like a broken record, bouncing between your ears over and over. “Oh?” Your lips were curling up at the corners, eyebrows furrowing as you got ready to hold him to that statement. “And who might I be to you, Aaron?”
Fuck. He’d let that slip past his lips without even thinking about it. So used to being in the confidential company of his son. Good thing he used to be a lawyer and could lie his ass off. “Most of his sitters aren’t also my coworkers.” He delivered it the smoothest way he could, smiling and drinking to hopefully exude a false comfortability that he certainly wasn’t feeling.
“Mhm.” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to look sarcastic but in truth downplaying the sting you felt. What if this had been one-sided all along? You hadn’t prepped a safety guide for that.
Luckily, Jack came sprinting into the kitchen a second later, pleading with his father to eat now. Clinging to his leg and declaring how hunger was killing him by the second, dramatically threatening to wither away before your very eyes. You both shared a look, agreeing silently to put the kid out of his misery. The instinctual nature of the act hit you like a bolt of lightning. Both of you so in tune it was comical. The dinner had been lovely, and you reminded yourself to encourage Jack to keep up his cooking hobby. Maybe you could foster a professional chef. You’d talked with them both, light and the happiest you’d felt in a while. There it was, you realized. That weightless feeling you wanted to give him. You felt it in yourself too, and you could only pray it was because he felt it first. When dinner concluded, you’d help clean up while Jack resumed his coloring. His bedtime was soon, and you didn’t want him to spend his last hour washing pans. He was nearly delirious by the time 9:00 graced the clock, tired from the preparation of the day and needing to get to sleep. He’d given you a hug goodnight, thanked you for coming like the gentleman he was, and that was the last you saw of him. The rest of your time there was spent on the couch with Aaron, you both held a second glass of wine, and you noticed it manifest in the blush on his face. He was gorgeous, and you were staring. You know your eyes went to his lips a couple times as he spoke, low and rougher as the time ushered more light out of the sky. You saw his eyes slip down a few times too, this sort of unspoken, agonizing rule of look don’t touch. He’d walked you to the door, thanked you for your attendance, and then you were leaving. Sitting in your car, warm on the inside from both his presence and the anger you felt at yourself for not just kissing him. You were so incredibly needy for this - for him, and that fact just sat with you, like a raincloud constantly in a state of downpour, never letting you forget the pure fucking craving you had for him.
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You think the start of your blackout was Morgan’s panicked voice over the speaker. You’d been stationed in your typical hut, equipped with medical gear and waiting on someone to need you. It was almost never your team in need of service, typically you were tending to an injured hostage or sometimes the unsub themselves, but never your friends. Your breath had been baited since you’d heard the gun go off. You knew the case was dealing with an aggressive attacker, you’d been expecting a fight, but nothing is ever more excruciating than waiting to hear who the shot was meant for. Derek crying out your name followed by a “get in here. Hotch is down, we need you in here.” had you ready to run the soles of your shoes down to dust just to make it in time. In time. God, in time for what? You’d ran past Emily and Rossi hauling out the unsub, anger evident in their treatment of him. How bad was it? How bad had he got him to have them acting like that?
The scene was bloody. Your brain switching off and forcing you into autopilot as you registered the pool of Hotch’s blood that Morgan was kneeling in. He was putting pressure on the wound, an attempt to stop the bleeding but it was flowing like a river. He wouldn’t make it to the hospital like this, you realized. He wouldn’t make it to the fucking hospital. You were holding his life in between your hands right now, the slightest tremor could sever that chord and you were feeling the pressure hard. Aaron was leaned against the wall, slumping down slightly which was only making the bleeding increase under the internal pressure.
You looked at Morgan, putting on the bravest face you could muster and effectively seizing control of the situation. “Morgan.” You got his attention quickly. “On three I need you to lift him away from the wall. I need to check for an exit wound.” He just nodded, doing exactly as you’d told him when you reached three. You checked the area, finding an exit wound in nearly the same spot. It’d been a straight line. You sighed in relief. Thank fucking God. “Ok, Morgan, I need you to put pressure on the wound on his back. I’m going to stitch the front to give us the time we need for the hospital drive but I need you to hold it. You got me?”
He nodded once. “I got it.” He moved his hand from the front to the back, Aaron wincing at the switch.
You took out the numbing cream from your pack, knowing it wouldn’t do much for a gushing bullet wound but hoping it would at least quell the sting of a needle. You took out the needle, threading it with hands frighteningly stagnant as the adrenaline gave you tunnel vision. You had to save him. “Aaron.” You looked at him as you prepped his skin for the procedure. “I’m gonna need to double stitch this, and it’s gonna hurt like hell. I need you to stay with me.”
The man just nodded, exhaling in exhaustion. “Do it.”
You worked as quickly as possible, gaining hope as you listened to the ambulance approach. “There you go.” You said under your breath, at this point you couldn’t tell if you were reassuring him or yourself. You looked to Morgan, who was still sealing the other injury. “Help me get him up. Keep your hand on there. These stitches are gonna give us twenty minutes tops. Hold his shoulders straight and walk quickly.” You counted again, both of you rising when you hit three, taking the man with you. The walk to the ambulance was the longest of your life. Aaron was clinging to his consciousness but you knew he was losing grip. Finally getting him to the stretcher and slamming the doors was a relief like nothing else. There was no time to debate anyone else going, you rushed him in and sat right down beside him, taking off almost immediately after. The bleeding had slowed, and your hand took the place of Morgan’s on his back. Since he was laying down, his full weight was on it, and you felt the circulation lessen more and more as it remained there. You couldn’t care less, you’d let the blood drain from your entire arm if it meant Aaron’s survival. He hadn’t passed out, which you thought was miraculous, simply walked the line of decently delirious. Groaning under his breath at every slight bump in the road.
“Why am I always having to save you Hotchner men?” You knew now wasn’t the time to be humorous, but you would have done anything to deviate from the tears in your eyes, the ball in your throat. You finally understood why it was frowned upon to date coworkers - it should be illegal to care this much.
“I don’t know, honey.” The pet name was the kicker, allowing a tear to break the dam and roll down your cheek as he chuckled. “You seem to be pretty damn good at it, though.” You laughed too, fighting the devastation you felt at the sight of him with the fact that he was clearly well enough to still be joking. “I should have kissed you when you came for dinner.”
Fuck. “Aaron, now is not the time.” You chuckled slightly as more tears fell. This is absurd.
“I know but-” He flinched as the ambulance hit another bump. Almost there. “I might as well say it now.” You wondered if there was genuinely something wrong with him. “You’ve been all I can think about since the moment-'' He paused to breathe slightly in exertion, you giving a disapproving look as his confession took it’s toll. “since the moment you started, you know that?”
“You are dying! Please, for the love of God, Aaron. Use this energy to prevent that from happening.” Your scolding was dramatic, but your actual concern shone brightly through your ruse of sarcasm.
“Exactly.” He was being equally as sarcastic. How on Earth did he manage this with a rapidly declining life force. “Give a dying man a chance. How unfortunate would it be if the last thing I hear before I go out is the woman of my dreams rejecting me?”
“Jesus Christ.” You shook your head in pure amazement. This was by far the most goal oriented man you’d ever met. “I’ll let you take me out if you shut the hell up and save your energy.” He smiled, letting his head hit the reclined back of the stretcher. “After you get better.” You added, reminding him that his recovery took priority. “Deal?”
“Deal.” This was probably the most insufferable man you’d ever met. “Such a good motivator.”
Scratch that. Most insufferable man ever.
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❥ — ꒰ pairing ꒱ fem!reader x jack hughes
❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ in which you have reservations about Jack and he proves you wrong.
❥ — ꒰ content ꒱ has some suggestive language? but no smut
❥ — ꒰ note ꒱ first jack fic! as always feedback is appreciated!!
❥ — ꒰ word count ꒱ 0.67K
The first time you met Jack was at a party in a bar that was hosted by a mutual friend. You had of course known who he was, since he had quite the reputation, especially when it came to women, you didn’t really have any intention of interacting with him.
It wasn’t that you judged him for his choices, hell you’ve had your own fair share of hookups but you had no intention of becoming another name on a long list of girls who had their hearts broken by Jack Hughes.
Jack had the complete opposite thought process, from the moment he laid his eyes on you, he wanted to know who you were. Which is exactly why he kept an eye out for you all night while working up the courage to approach you.
“Hey,” he says as he takes a seat next to you at the bar.
“Hi,” you reply, swirling the ice in your empty glass.
“I’m Jack,” he says, holding out his hand.
“Yn,” you say and shake his hand.
“Can I buy you another drink?” he asks
“Uh no, I think I’m done drinking for the night, but thanks for the offer,” you attempt to shoot him down.
“You wanna dance with me?” he asks
“You don’t look like a dancer,” you say teasingly
“No? Give me a chance to prove you wrong,” he retorts with a little smirk and you feel that sentence may be relevant to more than just dancing.
So your feet move to the dance floor tugging him along, giving him the chance to prove you wrong, and hoping he does.
~ 5 months later ~
You wake up to soft kisses being pressed to your back.
“Morning,” you hear Jack’s raspy voice say
“Good morning,” you whisper back turning around to face him
“Sleep well?” he asks kissing you cheek
“Mmhmm,” you hum pulling the sheets up to hide your naked body.
Jack trails kisses from your cheek down to your neck, and then your collarbone.
“Stop, what time is it?” you giggle lifting your head to look at the clock on his bedside table.
“Who cares, it’s Saturday, you don’t have work, I’m off. We can spend the whole day here.” he says removing the sheets and trailing kisses down your stomach.
You tug at his hair to stop his movements and he smiles sheepishly at you, moving back up to kiss your lips.
“Come home with me this summer,” he says
“What?” you ask in shock. You and Jack had entered a casual friends with benefits relationship these past few months. Despite you staying over most nights, and you guys going out for dinner a few times a month, you still know where the lines are drawn. And going home with Jack for the summer crosses those lines.
“What? I can’t want my friend to come home with me for the summer? I’ve practically spent everyday these last 5 months with you, is it so bad that I don’t wanna go without you that long? Besides you’re gonna love the lake house,” he says
“What are you gonna tell everyone? That you’re bringing the girl you occasionally sleep with home?” you ask
“Well first of all, it’s not really occasionally, it’s pretty much every day,” he says and you hit him on the head.
“Jack!” you say and he starts laughing
“I’m kidding! Well I mean it’s the truth but that’s not the point. I’m bringing a friend, that’s all they need to know. And that you’re off limits, cause God knows Trevor’s gonna try to flirt with you. Besides what I do in my bedroom is my business. It has nothing to do with them.” he says kissing the palm of the hand that was tracing his face.
“So?” Jack asks and you sigh
“You’re gonna have to come shopping with me for new bikinis” you say and his eyes light up
“If you’re gonna model them for me, we have a deal.” he says and you shake your head laughing.
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Moth To A Flame - Jack Hughes & Trevor Zegras
Hahaha another angst fic (cheating, which is bad but its for the plot)(also wrote a long time ago but decided you all would maybe enjoy?)
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Like a moth to a flame
I'll pull you in, I'll pull you back to
What you need initially
It's just one call away
And you'll leave him, you're loyal to me
But this time, I'll let you be
Hotels always make you feel weird. Your legs ache. It feels like a million tiny pinpricks in your thigh; if you lay on your left, it goes away. But then your arm starts to hurt, so you lay on your back—the pinpricks resume. So you lay on your right; the pricks don’t go away, so you try to ignore them. Your toes curl from the aching and your hands are shaking a bit too. You need some water. You turn to your left side again, contemplating just getting up and getting something to drink.
“If you’re gonna flip flop all night, can you at least do it gently so I can sleep?”
Your eyes widen as the ragged sound of Trevors voice fills the once dead silent hotel room. The words aren’t harsh, but you can’t help but notice the annoyed tinged when he throws the words at you.
You thought he was out cold since he seemed to be exhausted from practicing all day. The All-Star NHL game was in full swing, and he had no time to do anything other than eat, sleep, practice, and play. Guilt washes over your body as you turn over to face his back. He was asleep on his stomach, his face nestled into the crook of his arm, having seemingly fallen asleep after your interruptions. You want him to touch you, to hold you. To do anything to have a reminder that he’s there and that he cares, but you know that’s too much to ask.
You almost let a quiet apology slip past your lips, but you don’t bother once you realize that he is as good as dead to the world.
You turn your back away from him, sliding your phone off the desk and opening it. You’re beyond restless, and nothing can calm your wandering mind, and before you can stop them flashes of your past but still haunting relationship echo through your head. You used to be comforted when you couldn’t sleep. You remember the late-night drives, the listening to music while he gently traced your skin, the amazing sex if you were wound up.
This relationship wasn’t that; this could never be that.
Before you can control your fingers, they hover over his phone contact, touching so close to the screen that if you move even slightly, you’d be dialing his number.
You stay there for a minute, staring at the screen when you feel Trevor shift beside you. You don’t bother to look at the screen as you toss it away, placing it on the nightstand. You slow your breathing and force yourself to sit still. You don’t want to bother him.
You sit there for what feels like an eternity, with the entire weight of the world pressing down on your chest. You want to scream, you want to panic, but you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, hoping when you wake up, you won’t feel as bad as you do right now.
Cause he seems like he's good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he's the one
His love for you is true
His alarm wakes you out of your slumber or whatever you could call the limbo that you were in. You want to move, but you catch yourself staying still in the bed as you feel him swing his legs off the mattress and onto the floor. You open your eyes slightly and watch as he stretches his back, cracking it as he does and slipping on a t-shirt that was thrown on the floor the night before. You close your eyes again and try to feign sleep, but you taken out of it when you feel Trevor plant a wet kiss on your cheek.
Your awake now, but before you can react to anything, Trevor is burying his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your torso and you’re breathing in the smell of his body wash. After a few minutes of laying there in silence, his one hand busy tracing shapes on your torso while the other is on your back, he lifts his head, removing it from the crook of your neck. He smirks up at you before kissing a line up your jugular, placing the last kiss right on your lips.
His lips linger on top of yours for a few seconds, and your fingers entangle into his hair as he holds your jaw into place, deepening the kiss.
Finally, he pulls away from you, looking deep into your eyes. You almost hated when he looked at you like that. His eyes bore into your soul and made your stomach do flips. You never thought you’d let a man make you feel such deep emotion again, and it made you feel endlessly guilty all over again.
“You wanna get some breakfast before I head to the rink?”
You nod, not trusting your voice to speak quite yet. He smiles a wicked smile and gets up, heading in the direction of the bathroom and closing the door.
You finally pull yourself off of the bed and stroll to your suitcase. The case was a slight mess, but it was your fault after trying to find the number necklace you always wear when you’re around him.
You pick out something to wear, and after 20 minutes of getting ready from both parties, you’re walking down the street, hand in hand, toward a diner you had seen when you pulled into your hotel.
You can’t help but smile as you eat breakfast. He’s cracking jokes and messing around with the different condiments, and you can’t help but let your heart fill with adoration. He’s the only guy in the world, and you kick yourself for thinking otherwise.
You’re enjoying your food and talking aimlessly when the bell on the door rings as it opens. You’re sitting facing away from the door, but when Trevor looks up and his face falls, you know it can’t be someone good who just entered.
You whip your head around faster than you should, and you immediately lock eyes with the green orbs you spent so many nights staring into. You swallow hard and rip your eyes away, turning back to Trevor, who is glaring daggers at his once best friend that just walked in. You go to say something to make him feel better, but he puts up a hand to stop you, instead opening his mouth.
“My appetite is ruined; let’s just go.”
You don’t argue as he drags you out of the booth, throwing way more money than needed down on the table. You can tell he is beyond pissed by the way his jaw is locked, and he pulls you a little harder than he should toward the exit.
You walk fast along with him, but the second before you’re pulled from the diner, you pull your head back to look. Your eyes meet with his again, and he gives you a small smirk.
You hate the way it still makes your heart skip.
But does he know you call me when he sleeps?
But does he know the pictures that you keep?
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Oh, tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies
It was much later in the day, and you’re on edge. This morning's little interaction had caused both you and your boyfriend's moods to sour. Now, you know better than to talk to Trevor. He was distracted and didn’t play well. He missed easy passes, didn’t score, and let the man who he hates score a goal right by him. After the game he insisted he was fine you don’t want to be on the receiving end of the temper you know he has.
So instead, you’re wandering the hotel halls when you come across a little lounge area that looks surprisingly welcome. You take a seat on a little couch area and contemplate what to do with the passing time before your boyfriend calms down. You wanna go and be there for him, but you realize that distance may be better for the both of you.
You’re aimlessly scrolling through your phone when you hear someone clear their throat. Your eyes dart up to meet the culprit, and your stupid heart swells when you meet his eyes for the third time that day. He steps into the room like he owns the place and goes to sit in the chair that’s directly opposite of you, leaning as close to you as the chair would let him.
“How’d you sleep last night?”
The question is laced with some humor, and you don’t miss the way his eyes light up with slight mischief. You shake your head.
“It was actually great; I slept amazing cuddling with my boyfriend.” You emphasize the word boyfriend as your stare hard at him.
He chuckles, but there is little humor to it.
“Sure, I can tell from the massive bags under your eyes and the fact that I got a phone call last night.”
Terror flashes across your face, and you pray he’s lying as you look through your call list. Much to your horror, you see an outgoing call to him late in the night, and you realize you had hit the stupid button when Trevor had stirred next to you.
You’re at a loss for words, but you try to explain yourself, but he stops you.
“Don’t try to justify it. It’s nice to know you think about me just as much as I think about you.”
You protest, but he stands up quickly, snatching your phone from your hands. You go to grab it, but before you can, he holds you away from him with his ridiculous arm span.
You stand there defeated as he scrolls for a minute before he finds what he’s looking for, and he smirks once again as he shows you your phone. There in front of your face, is the hidden app that holds all your darkest secrets. You remember once telling him about it while you were drunk, but you hoped he had forgotten it.
“Does Trevor know you still keep all these?” There was no humor in his voice. Rather instead, it was filled with slight anger.
You watch silently as he scrolls through your entire relationship, all reduced to pictures you swore you would delete but never could.
Once he is satisfied with your utter humiliation, he stops scrolling and hands you back your phone. He is staring so deeply into your eyes that you have to look away. You have no idea why he’s doing this to you, but you can’t find the words to tell him to leave.
You both sit there in silence until he gets up, running his finger frustratingly through his hair, and heads for the door. He halts before he leaves, turning slowly back to face you and speaking softly.
“Happy would’ve been two years.”
Just like that, he walks out the door.
Yeah, you should be with him
I let you go from time
You should stay with him
'Cause he seems like he's good for you
And he makes you feel like you should
And all your friends say he's the one
His love for you is true
It’s late when you make your way back to the shared hotel room. You open up the door with the key, and you quietly click it shut once you enter.
Trevor is asleep as you walk toward him. The moonlight of the window reflects on the clear skin of his bare back. You reach out to run your fingertips across the skin. The warmth radiates off his tan skin, almost as if he’s burning up. You climb into bed and scoot closer to him, pressing your chest against the back of his. Your cold hands wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, earning a wince from the boy facing away from you.
He turns around to face you, and when he looks into your eyes, he can tell something is off. However, he doesn’t push. Instead, he places a light kiss on your lips and tuns over once more.
You’re stuck in a never-ending cycle. You wish he would push; you wish he would do anything to break down the walks that are forming around your heart. You wish he would see that you’re slipping away from him. But he doesn’t; instead he just sleeps, and you’re stuck thinking about all the things that have happened and all the things that could have been.
-But does he know you call me when he sleeps?
But does he know the pictures that you keep?
But does he know the reasons that you cry?
Oh, tell me, does he know where your heart lies?
Where it truly lies
Right here with me, babe
Where it truly lies
In my bed, babe
Where it truly lies
In my arms, babe
It’s 3:13 in the morning when you give in to your darkest desires. It’s a simple text that you send, but you know he’s awake, and you know he’ll answer. Even though you know, as soon as you press send, your heart begins to pound. You’re scared it will pound so hard that you’ll wake Trevor, so you force yourself to calm down.
It’s 3:15 when he answers.
It’s 3:19 when guilt washes over your body as you turn over to face Trevor. He’s sleeping on his stomach again. The duvet had been kicked to the bottom of the bed by him at some point in the night. The boy was like a damn space heater; he never got cold and always radiated heat in the night, no matter the time of year.
You stare at him for a while longer when you decide. You wait a minute to hear his breathing, and it’s steady. Knowing you’re in the clear, you get up slowly and softly, and by 3:22, you’re knocking on the door of someone else.
When he opens the door, he smiles as though he had won the lottery, and he quickly pulls you inside. His hand grabs your waist suddenly, earning a gasp in shock from you, and he lifts you up as if you are weightless, pressing you against the closed door.
He doesn’t waste any time. He has always loved neck kisses more than he loved real kisses. He loved everything about your neck. The way his face fit perfectly into it. The way you’d get goosebumps when he held the back of your neck in his hands while he kissed you. The way you let him hold your life in his hands as he wrapped his hands around your neck during sex. The way your neck looked the morning after a passionate night, covered in bite marks. The way your fingers would run across them the next day, and you’d hit him for being so careless.
Scratch that; he didn’t just love your neck; he loved everything about you. He loved everything you hated about yourself, and you knew that. The way he’s looking at you has you breathless and you felt the butterflies multiplying in your stomach when he carries you from the door to the bed.
As he crawls on top of you, you couldn’t think of anything else in the world. You had him right there in front of you, and that was all you ever need. You knew deep down that in the early morning hours, you would hate yourself, but you don’t care. You wasted so much time trying to train your heart to belong to someone else when all along, you both knew he owned it. So, you drown out these thoughts as clothing is quickly scattered across the room. But before goes went any further, Jack stops his actions and looks at you once again, a questioning look crossing his darkened eyes.
“Before this goes any further, tell me you love me.” He pauses, his eyes holding a thousand emotions. “Tell me that you’re heart is mine.”
You whisper that it’s his a thousand times. You meant it when you told him that all those months ago, and you’ll mean it forever. For some stupid, god damn reason, you knew that if Jack Hughes were the sun, you would gladly change your name to Icarus. If he was the moon, then you are the tides that he pushes and pulls. If Jack belonged to you, to you belonged to him, well...you don’t have to imagine that anymore. He is your’s, as you are his.
Old habits die hard, but they are not immortal and you are only human. A human who make mistakes and will have to pay for them, but also a human whose heart beats in tandem with one other person. You now understand, lying there as he continues the assault on your heart, that your soul was made to complete his. You now know that no matter what you do, how hard to try to get away, that you’re no better than a moth to a flame when it comes to him.
#hockey#hockey boys#hockey imagine#hockey x reader#imagine#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#hockey fic#jack hughes#jack hughes imagine#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras#angst#anaheim ducks#new jersey devils#jack hughes x reader#nhl hockey
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No Nut November: Day 1
Summary: The long month of November starts with the morning of struggle.
Content Warning: 17+ Sexual Themes
A/N: This kicks off the NN November pieces, and the picture seemed fitting.
As the soft chill coming from the window blew against the curtains as Jack lightly pulled your sleeping frame closer to him and nuzzled against you. He soon began peppering kisses on the back of your shoulders, causing you to wake up.
“Hm?” You mumbled sleepily.
“Come on beautiful, we got stuff to do today.” His lips moved up to your neck in hopes to get you to wake up.
You sighed and finally opened your eyes. You turned your body around to face him, his blue eyes being the first thing you made contact with. A smile lingered on his face now that you’re finally up.
“Morning babe.”
*Yawn* “Morning.” Your arms wrapped around his neck as he went to lay on your chest. “Do we have to get up?”
He nodded against you before sitting up
“Sadly, but lucky for you-“ He got up suddenly and straddled your stomach, making all the air leave your body. “We can go out for breakfast.”
“Jesus, you’re crushing me.” You arms reached up to pinch his sides which made him fall back on the bed. He then sat up on his knees, waiting for you to get out of bed. It didn’t take long for you to notice that more than one part of him was awake. (wink wink)
Jack noticed the look in your eyes and swear he almost broke a sweat.
“How about…”You began to walk your fingers down his chest seductively. “We stay in and I take care of you baby, hm?”
He quickly grabbed your hand.
“As much as I would love to beat down your walls real quick, we can’t…”
“You sure you don’t wanna kick it?” You managed to release your hand from his grasp and allow your fingers to play around the waistband of his shorts.
“Fuck…” He groaned.
“Babe you know I’m tryna see No Nut November through.” Your eyes rolled.
“Not again. You do this every year and always fail within two days.” He smacked his lips in disappointment.
“Yeah well this time is different.”
“Mhm… how about we do this and you don’t tell anyone? Then you can just continue with the rest of the month.” Your hands traveled lower.
Jack almost gave in. But he had to make it through the month and get those bragging rights. He could already imagine the look on his friends faces when he announces that he made it through, despite having a constant temptation around.
He opened his mouth to speak then quickly rolled off the bed and running into the bathroom, thinking of anything to get him back on soft.
You chuckled then fell back against the pillows. Looking up at the ceiling you started smiling to yourself. Of course you weren’t gonna let him make it through the month without some struggling.
“This month is gonna be fun~”
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x you#jack harlow x y/n#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow smut
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hope this helps: enemies to lovers where they both have to share one bed and have this wall of pillows between them but still wakes up in the morning both tangled up with each other especially that we know jack loves to cuddle 😭
One Bed - Jack Harlow x f!reader
“No.” You say firmly, staring at Urban with your arms crossed over your chest. “Pleaseeee Y/N!” Urban begged, his hands coming together in a praying formation.
You stare at your best friend absolutely flabbergasted. “I’m not spending the night in a hotel room alone with Jack! I didn’t travel half way across the country to visit you just so you can ditch me to get your dick wet,” you sigh. “Plus the hotel is fucking booked solid because of the festival! I can’t get another room,” you whined.
Since you and Urban were best friends since kindergarten, often times when you visited him, you didn’t feel the need to seek out your own hotel room. Instead you’d just share a room and the bed with him because of how comfortable the two of you were with one another.
“It’s just one night,” Urban begged. “I’ll tell him not to be a douche. Please?” You think about it for a moment before you groan and nod reluctantly. “You’re lucky I fucking love you,” you mumble.
Night time rolls around and you find yourself regretting all of your life choices as you knock on Jack’s hotel room door. He swings it open and lets out an audible groan as he sees you in front of him. As you’re about to explain the situation, he holds up his hand to shush you. “Urb filled me in already,” he mumbled, stepping aside to let you in.
You roll your eyes at his dismissal and walked in before dropping your bag next to your feet. “You know I hate this just as much as you right?”
Jack scoffed and crossed his arms judgingly. “At least you get the bed tonight,” he argued. “So you got it better than me,” he muttered.
“Why’d you agree if you’re gonna be all pissy about it all night?” you ask with a frown.
Your question caused Jack to let out an almost mocking laugh. “Number one rule of the bro code—don’t cockblock your boy,” he shrugged. “And believe me—if she wasn’t hot as fuck then I wouldn’t have let it slide so easily…last place I wanna be is stuck in a room with you all night,” he mumbled under his breath, yet you still caught on.
You let out an exasperated sigh before you run a hand through your hair. “Yeah well I’m not exactly fond of you either,” you spat back.
He glares at you while frowning and the both of you have a staring contest of sorts for a few seconds before he eventually lets out a groan and throws his hands up in the air in frustration. “This is ridiculous! I’m gonna take a shower.” You simply shrug and watch as he grabs a change of clothes and heads into the bathroom.
In the ten or so minutes that Jack was showering in, you took the opportunity to get changed. You wore some sleep shorts and a tank top—your preferred outfit to sleep in. You sat atop of the bed scrolling through your phone when you finally heard the water shut off and shuffling in the bathroom. Eventually, Jack emerges dressed in a tank and sweats with his curls dripping wet. You couldn’t help but catch a glimpse at his toned shoulders and the way the water dripped down his neck. You couldn’t deny he was an attractive man but his shitty personality made all the attraction you had for him disappear.
Shaking your head and knocking some sense back into yourself, you pretend like you weren’t just gawking and instead you return your focus back on your phone. Meanwhile, Jack also had caught a glimpse of you—how you laid sprawled out on the bed, your curly hair a mess against the white pillow, and the too short shorts accentuatating your legs in the most delicious way.
Clearing his throat, Jack snapped out of his daydream and berunginly shuffled towards the couch, taking purchase on it with a frown. You glance over at him and nibble your lip as you begin to feel bad for him. He was way too tall and large for that tiny couch.
“How come you let Urban go out with all these girls?” Jack piped up randomly. You furrow your brows in confusion at his question. “What do you mean?”
Jack shrugged, “you know…aren’t you fucking in love with him or something? How aren’t you jealous that he’s fucking some girl in the other room?” he asked.
You perk up and look at Jack with an amused smile. “Maybe because I’m not in love with him?” you laughed. “He’s like my brother,” you continued to explain with a shrug.
Jack scoffed and shook his head. “Nah-the way y’all two act—it’s gotta be love,” he argued.
“Jack…you’ve clearly never had a healthy friendship with a girl before,” you retort. “It’s either a professional relationship that you have or you wanna fuck them. There’s no in between,” you shrugged.
The curly haired boy couldn’t help but frown. “You don’t know me.”
“I know enough.”
Jack rolled his eyes before he settled back into the couch. “Whatever. Good night,” he muttered.
“Night,” you hummed with a teasing smile. It felt like a power play that you got the bed while he had the tiny couch. You proceed to plug in your phone and reach over to turn off the lamp before you settle under the covers.
The next few minutes were spent with Jack tossing and turning and huffing unbelievably loud as he tried to get comfortable on the couch. It made you feel incredibly bad for him. He had a show the next day and it was clear that he wasn’t going to get much sleep and that his back and legs were going to hurt like a bitch too.
“Jack,” you call out in the quiet room. “Hm?” he grunted out in response. You let out a sigh as you sit up a bit straighter. “Just come sleep in the bed,” you mumbled.
Jack’s brows furrowed and he lifted his head up with an eyebrow raised. “What?”
You groan. “We’re adults right? It’s not a big deal if we sleep in the same bed together right. Plus I don’t want a guilty conscience when you’re complaining about your back all day tomorrow and falling asleep during rehearsals,” you frown. “So please just come into bed,” you mumble quietly, and for some reason, your cheeks heating up.
Jack couldn’t help but smirk as he rolled off of the couch and made his way to the bed. “Awe…you care about me?” he teased, causing you to frown deeply. “No I don’t,” you say firmly. “I just don’t want you to be a douche to me all day tomorrow,” you state matter of factly. Jack chuckled as he shook his head. “Nah—you care,” he shrugged with an amused smile.
You rolled your eyes and let out a puff of air as you watch him climb under the covers next to you. “Do you hog the covers?” you ask.
“How would I know?” Jack scoffed. “But I don’t think I do,” he shrugged. You lick your lips as you nod. “Alright…we’re gonna need a divider though,” you say, taking some pillows and putting them in between the both of you.
“What happened to being adult about this?” Jack mumbled, before he let out a sigh. “Are we good now? Can I go to sleep?” he asked sassily.
With a content hum, you nod. “Yup. Good night J,” you say, the nickname slipping out which caused your eyes to widen and your cheeks to heat up. Jack smirked as he leaned back cockily. “G’night Y/N,” he chuckled.
While still blushing madly, you turn so that your back faces him before you rest your head against the pillow, mentally annoyed at yourself with the slip up. Eventually exhaustion catches up and the both of you fall quickly asleep.
The next morning you began to stir awake due to the sun shining in through the blinds. The sun was strong meaning it was most likely going to be a nice and bright day which you were beyond excited for. When you began to shift slightly, you noticed an extra weight on you so you looked down and noticed Jack had his arm draped over your waist.
Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up when you noticed just how compromising your position was. Jack was cuddled up into you, laying faced down with his head in the crook of your neck and as mentioned, his arm draped over your waist. The pillow divider was clearly forgotten about and disassembled sometime throughout the night.
Despite obviously being a bit weirded out, you couldn’t help but admire Jack’s sleeping form. He looked so calm and peaceful, his lashes long and resting against his cheeks while the freckles on his shoulders were beautifully emphasized because of the light shining in. And his curls… you didn’t even know where to begin with those.
You look ahead to see what the clock on the wall read and your eyes widened almost comically so. You had both overslept and Jack was clearly going to be late for his rehearsal which Neelam was always strict about.
“Jack,” you began calling out gently, shaking his bare shoulder. He only let out a groan in response which caused you to giggle. “Jack,” you call out again. “You’re gonna be late for your rehearsal. We overslept badly,” you hum in explanation. Hearing that he was gonna be late, he groaned again and lifted his head up, blinking open his beautiful blue eyes to examine the time for himself. When he noticed that he was extremely cuddled into you, his face turned visibly red and he pulled away shyly.
“I-I…fuck,” he stuttered, clearly embarrassed but the red tint in his cheeks caused you to grin. “I-I’m—”
“It’s okay,” you interrupt in reassurance quickly. “Just go get ready…I know Neelam is strict,” you trail off.
While you said that, Jack was checking his phone and indeed he had a few missed calls and texts from Neelam. “Oh shit—you’re right,” he said, scrambling to get out of the bed and rushing into the bathroom.
You heard the water from the sink run for a few moments before he rushed back out and threw on a sweater over his tank. He then proceeded to put on his shoes. You continued to watch amused from the bed as he reaches for his wallet and practically trips out the door. Before he officially leaves though, he turns to look at you with a playful gleam in his eyes.
“Dinner tonight? Just me and you?” he asked hopefully. You can’t help the grin that makes its way onto your lips as you nod. “I’d love that, Jack. Now go!” you giggle.
Jack grins as he puts his hands up playfully as he begins to step out the hotel room. “Alright I’m going! Dress cute for our date ma!”
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow blurb#jack harlow imagines#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow blurbs#jack harlow request
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alrighty fools spooky season is upon us aka it’s too hot for fall but i’m saying it’s fall anyway season so that means more dark stepdaddy leon spooky smut lmao. okay, i said originally this man’s porn collection was the Saw franchise as a whole,,,,,,,, what if moms out of the picture it’s spooky time and he takes reader on a little vacation to “Not The Cabin from Cabin in the Woods but A Cabin in Similar Woods” for fall break and they’re out there and he’s just like mind in overdrive with ideas because if a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around, does it make a sound? 😉 so like things come to a head after just days of sucking and fucking and ya know, hand stuff and he’s finally like it’s the last few days we’re here, how about (tw; non con esque smutty smut- i know gina bit overboard 🤭) i drop you off in the woods, no clothes and just your collar (let’s say it’s a property he’s had and it’s literal acres, nobody is out there and he’s not leaving her out there for long, obvi) he’s “left” and you’re waiting for him when he sneaks up behind you and you jump, he tightens his arms around you and tells you to run so you do, not far 🤭 before he’s on top of you whispering to you that he wants you to fight him so you’re scratching and biting, telling him no, not to- that it hurts and he’s being too mean but he doesn’t give up and finally wrestles your legs open bruising them in the process when you kick him and instantly regret it because he takes off his belt and binds your wrists behind your back leaving to fight him off with your legs to no avail when he’s finally got you pinned under him he pulls out his dick, absolutely throbbing from how much he’s into this and you’re trying to not make it obvious you want this too but like,,,,, he knows 👀 he’s jacking off over you, kneeling on your thighs keeping you spread out on the ground degrading you before he comes on your stomach making you whine but he just leaves his dick out while he reaches for his knife and starts cutting his name into you, probably branding you too telling you how hard you make his dick when you beg. i’m going to assume he skull fucks you cause like,,,, you’re incapacitated and by that point you just want him to use you because it’s been hours and he still hasn’t stopped with the foreplay but he doesn’t. he takes you back to the cabin and feeds you before putting you to bed and when you wake up there’s a note telling you he’ll be back in a bit and to keep the door locked so you do just that not knowing he’s outside, he lets himself in quietly watching you take a shower and leaving things askew to make you uncomfortable which works because there’s no cell reception out there, oops 🤭 so you sit on the bed in a towel to try to figure out what to do when “someone” comes up behind you (i wanna say he’d get a scream mask or some shit let’s be real this man has his kinks and i feel like masks are one….. omg put him in a wolf mask for the red riding hood fic 🫣🤭) you’re pinned to the bed and he’s already discarded the towel and forced himself in you before he talks and you instantly settle but still give him the performance he wants throwing a fit that just “accidentally” makes him go deeper into you when he finally puts you on your back making you watch him fuck you in black jeans, black tank top (we all love his arms don’t lie 🤭), fingerless gloves and the scream mask???? maybe 🤭
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(okay todays note is about the red riding hood thing because 👀,,,,,,, idk if i’m the only one with a mask kink but like him in his brown jacket and all black with the gloves and a wolf mask chasing reader down and fucking her 👀 i’d die a happy death if he did that to me like eeeeeh it’s soooooooo close to werewolf leon too, like daddy leon the big bad wolf just wrestling reader to the ground and being even more rough with her because the costume is a good excuse to try new things like i can’t articulate how good that’d be 🥵)
💀 anon, you’re killing me 😩 (but please don’t stop sending in your big brained asks 😘 🤭)
And if I told you that I’ve been thinking of a scream inspired Leon fic?? 👀 👀 I just wanna get my other October fics setup before starting anything new 🤭
But the chase?? 🥵🥵 love that so so much
I def have werewolf Leon coming up next month (like legit monsterfucking is happening friend 🤣) not exactly a wolf mask though 🤭
(Sadly the only ghost face-esque pic I could find with Leon 👇)
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Last kiss
I’m making a lot of fics inspired by songs rn so if you want a fic inspired by a song request and I’ll do it!!!
Lyrics in bold!!!
Flashback
Fist semester of freshman year is so scary but thank god i made a friend, ivy and I are currently going to a party to welcome the new school year. As we walk into the party it’s packed and I hate packed places because of my anxiety but I’ll just push through I don’t wanna ruin the night for ivy “girl let’s go get a drink” ivy says “ok” on our way to the kitchen I spot this boy he’s tall with a lushes head of curls, he’s cute. When we get info the kitchen I see the boy again I guess I was looking for too long cause he looked back at me I can feel my face heat up as he smiles at me I smile back at him as he walks up to me “I’m Luke” “y/n” luke and I talk the entire night and I get to know that he plays hockey and omg I think I just found my dream man
‘I do recall now the smell of the rain fresh on the pavement’ the party was dying down and luke offered to walk me to my dorm “hey it’s dark out let me walk you back to your dorm” “yeah ok” I said with a smile on my face. On the walk back to my dorm it starts to rain I shiver and luke notices “here take my hoodie” “oh no I’m fine luke” “no I insist” he says as he takes off his hoodie and hands it to me I put on the hoodie but not before I say “are you sure?” “Y/n it’s fine” we finally get to my dorm and he drops me off “just keep the hoodie, it was really nice talking to you” “yeah you too thanks for walking me back” I say with a a blush on my cheeks “no problem” as I walk into my dorm I fall down over a box but I don’t care I just sit their and giggle. ‘So I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes’ Little did I know that was the start of what I thought was forever
Current time
I’m in the stands watching luke play in Tampa as much as I wanna have faith in the boys I just can’t it was the last seconds of the game and the boys were down 2-5 the game finally ended, they lost. I can’t believe they lost luke and I had talked before about him signing to jersey after the season is over and now it’s officially over my boyfriend is signing as the boys leave the ice I can’t help but to let a few tears out, it’s all over. I’m walking to the boys locker room I see Luke standing outside “hey lulu good game baby” I say hugging him scared of what’s going to come out “y/n/n I have to go” “I know baby” I say tears flowing from my eyes “y/n I love you so much you know that but long distance isn’t gonna work for us” he tells me “I know lulu it’s ok” “I’m sorry y/n/n i really am” “lulu just one last kiss” he gives me a long sweet kiss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this. I ordered an Uber back to my hotel and I cried i cried so much i fell asleep, it’s over my relationship with Luke is done no more cuddle dates or kisses on the head. As I wake up the next morning eyes burning from the tears I let out last night I check my phone i check instagram immediately I see pictures of luke, he signed I’m so proud of him it’s his dream as I keep scrolling I see more pictures of him practicing with jack. He was everywhere all over my instagram feed. He finally did it, I mean how can i feel bad this is his dream and I’m so proud of him even if I’m not in his life anymore. So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. I just wish he was here in bed with me. I can’t help but to think about our relationship the day I met his family probably my favorite day they took me in like I was there own.
Flashback
‘Meeting your father’ today is the day I’m meeting Luke’s parents and god am I scared “luke what if they don’t like me, what if they make me break up with you, omg they’re gonna hate me” I ramble before luke places a kiss on my lips how you’d kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, there’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions. “Babe claim down their gonna love you I promise” as we walk up the driveway and into his house luke had his hands in his pockets I always thought it was so cute how he walks with his hands in his pockets. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. Luke knocks on the door and Ellen opens up with Jim standing behind her we walk into the house and Luke’s parents give him a huge they then look over to be before I say “hi I’m y/n”.
Current time
It was the end of the season and the devils had won the cup I was so happy for them as I looked on instagram I saw Luke’s post a picture of him with his new girlfriend holding the cup. And i feel you forget me like I used to feel breathe . I wonder if he remembers me or if I’m just some old ex, I wonder if when he tries to sleep at night if he ever thinks about me. But nothing less I’m happy for them but I wish it was me holding that cup and kissing him just like our last kiss.
Um I don’t really know how to feel about this one so lmk if you like it!!!
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"HOW GREAT IS THIS PARTY?!"
So here’s a thing: I’ve been in a bit of a rut in terms of what I’m watching. I’ve clearly been doing a ton of comfort binging - Supernatural, Good Omens, Murder She Wrote, etc. because I can’t get my brain to focus on anything, I’ve just been trying (and very much succeeding) at turning it off.
But the other day, my sister came to the rescue. She and I definitely have different opinions on what’s good (again, she got all the way through Good Omens, and was like “I never got a romantic vibe from them…” which caused the biggest eyeroll of my life, possibly). Sometimes, though, she comes through. Which led me to…
THE AFTERPARTY on Apple TV.
You’ve never heard of it, right? Because I definitely hadn’t. Which is crazy because I am 10000000% their core audience. Like, so hard. And it’s soooo good.
Wherein a group of friends attend an afterparty, and somebody ends up dead.
This is one show I don’t wanna ruin, because I had absolutely no idea what would happen going into it and it was SO delightful, so I won’t get too detailed but there is a ton to love about this show.
One of which is the cast.
Tiffany Haddish is the detective that’s attempting to solve the murder. And sometimes I feel like she's wayyyyy too much, but she is the perfect amount of something in this show. Honestly one of my favorite parts. She’s fucking hilarious. Her method is insane and perfect, it’s exactly the way I’d go about solving a murder, and it’s just enough of ridiculous.
And Ike Barinholtz! And the dude who plays Gabe on The Office. AND JACK WHITEHALL, aka freakin’ NEWT from Good Omens season 1. Who you will absolutely not recognize because he’s hot as hell. And Ken Jeong. And John Cho! And weirdo Dave Franco.
ALSO, Ben Schwartz, aka JEAN RALPHIO from Parks and Rec! Jean Ralphio is one of my absolute favorite insane characters, he’s so obnoxious and silly and his character Yasper in this show is similar, but also really charming. I was immediately in love with him because I’m a super weirdo, and his episode in the first season was definitely a highlight. I promise you’re gonna be singing “Yeah, Sure, Whatever” for a couple of days.
And that’s another thing - each of the episodes have their own motifs, which is clever and fun. A romcom episode, a musical episode. An episode that seems like a thriller movie. A heist caper. There’s even one that’s a fucking Wes Anderson love letter, which made me laugh out loud.
Each season is dedicated to a murder and both are self-contained, which I appreciate, with a few characters recurring. Maybe people more clever than me can predict who the murderer is, but I have to say, I love the surprise. And both of them were definitely a shock to me. I was basically live-tweeting at my sister, who’d also gotten my parents into it, while I watched and made her promise ‘no spooooilies’, so all she would say was “none of us could guess who did it.”
The point is, it’s just a dope show. Again, satisfying my blood lust, but in a hilarious way. It’s FUN. And I haven’t been excited to watch anything new in a while, and it helped in my effort to wake my brain up (if only minutely, it’s an effing process y’all). Apple TV apparently canceled it after the second season which is a huge miss on their part, but there are no cliffhangers and it’s just silly and wonderful. And it made me happy, which I appreciate.
So yeah, go watch it. You know you’re subscribed to Apple TV even if you forgot about it after Ted Lasso ended. And then, maybe watch Ted Lasso again…
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Would you be willing to write ten quirks w Quinn Hughes? If not that’s totally fine! I figured I’d throw it out there :)
10 quirks of dating Quinn Hughes
Of course, Lovie!! I’ll do it for any player :)
Quinn is a heavy sleeper often. So much that YOU are the one having to wake him for practices, gamed, and events. For having such heavy eye baggage–mans easily sleeps 11 hours a day. Don’t even think about how much he sleeps during the off-season ☠️
Quinn’s love language is physical touch. PDA is practically his middle name. He’s always got his hand on the small of your back, head on your shoulder, if he could always be carrying you he would.
Quinn is a lover of cheesy nicknames. He will NEVER admit it, but if you call him huggy, quinner, bear, or smoochkins….he’s melting.
Quinn is an “evening shower“ person. And he can shower easily for 20 mins. Although…it’s longer if you join him ;)
Huggy smells like basil and tea tree oil. Plus his cologne is definitely a mix of either Tom Ford Tuscan leather or Bleu De Chanel. It’s very nice to cuddle up to. He leaves plenty of his clothes for you just because he knows how much you love his cologne.
Quinn is a stay-in date person. Wether you are “stay-in” or “go-out” he will accommodate but eh–he’d rather spend the evening curled up watching a movie laying on your stomach and you play with his hair.
Quinn runs cold. He is constantly putting his cold hands down the back of your shirt. It’s caused many harmless arguments.
Dogs over cats in your household. You have one cat and one dog but Quinn easily wants 2 more dogs. You have to be the voice of reason there.
Speaking of “the voice of reason”, Quinn never fails to bring you into family conversations. You can’t count how many times you have had to tell Luke not to say “ I love you” on the first date with a new girl or tell Jack not to get a buzz cut mullet. Doing the lords work
Quinn’s family started calling you the daughter-in-law/ sister-in-law as soon as you settled into the family. That’s why the Hughes boys became so protective so fast. Quinn tells everyone (including you) how well you fit. “You were made to be a hughes! Er um–if you wanna be.”
#send in requests#send anything#my moots <3#ally loves quinn hughes#quinn hughes blurb#10 quirks about dating#my amazing moots <3
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Chapter Thirty Four: Under The Weather (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)
Uuuuggghhh. A cold. A simple, yet extremely annoy’n, cold. And a cold, if not taken care of, turns into the flu, which turns into pneumonia, which turns into death.
For a whole week I’s been hide’n my symptoms, which so far had only been a scratchy throat and some drainage, but now I gots a whole sore throat and fever ta go with it. I don’t tell Jack ‘cause he’ll try ta stop me sell’n papes, and I don’t even think of say’n noth’n to Spot ‘cause he’ll keep me locked inside for a week!
But I ain’t sure how long I can keep this up- my energy’s beginn’n to slow down too…
I’s at my sell’n spot already beginn’n to drift off and it ain’t even dusk yet. Passerbys look at me in pity and disgust, not want’n to catch someth’n from me.
Ugh. This is a bust. But I can’t go back now- then they’ll see I really is sick. I need to get paid, so I can eat, so I can get better, so I can keep sell’n- this seems like a never-end’n circle, but it’s a good never-end’n circle, a circle I get to share with Spot.
“Hiya Becs!”
I groan and try to show a bright smile. “Hi Race.”
Racetrack struts up, looks me up and down, and lifts his eyebrows. “You look terrible.”
“Charmed. And you look hideous. What else may I help you realize on this fine day?”
Race chuckles, but then seriously says: “Becca, you is sick.”
I hang my head. “How’d you guess?”
“By tha sad, weak state you’s in!” He gestures to me. “Ya look like you’s about to fall over! How long’ve you been ill?”
I smile sheepishly. “Almost a week. But-”
“Don’t even think of come’n up with an argument, ‘cause I’m take’n you to Jack.”
My eyes widen. “No, no! I ain’t gonna tell Jack I’m sick- he’ll tell me off ‘til tha cows come home-!”
“Then I’ll take you to Spot.”
“I ain’t tell’n nobody. I godda sell papes-” At that moment, my body decides to betray me. I feel my eyelids grow heavy, and lean down on a crate. “I- I…”
I see Race shake his head as he threads his arm under mine, help’n me stand as I black out.
“You can’t do everyth’n, Becca. Don’t worry- we’s gonna get you bedda.”
I wake up, lay’n in Spot’s bed and covered in almost every blanket in New York- I’s surprised I can even breathe!
I groggily get up, unsure how long I’ve slept. My cold feels worse…
I stumble down tha stairs, and find Spot and Race talk’n in tha kitchen. When they see me, they immediately panic.
“Becca, get back to bed.” Race warns.
“Beauty, you’s still sick.”
“Guys, I’m fine. I- Achoo!” Obviously I’m fine? “I need to sell papes-”
“Ya can’t sell papes when your dead!” Race gets in my face.
Spot, be’n tha ova-protective person he is (he and Jack could do a competition), steps up intimidate’nly. “Enough, Higgins. Becca’s gonna rest now, right Beauty?”
I glare at my husband and shake my head. “No! I ain’t that sick! I just need to- hey!”
Spot picks me up and begins climb’n tha stairs.
“Tell Jack his sister’s recuperate’n,” he calls down to Race.
“I will do that. Get well, Becca.”
“Bye, Race. Now Spot-” I turn to face him. “Put. Me. Down! I can walk poifectly fine on my own!”
“Then tell me why Race had to carry you here while you’s was unconscious?” Spot says back.
“He… assumed I was too sick to work?”
���Maybe he’s right.”
Spot carries me to tha bed and sets me down, then begins cover’n me in blankets.
“Beauty, you’s sick and need to rest.”
“Yeah I’s sick, sick-a you worry’n ‘bout me!”
Spot ignores this and feels my arms.
“You’s freez’n!”
“I’s fine!” I grumble. “I- Achoo!” A sneeze escapes me.
“For God’s sake, Becca- all a guy wants to do is help ya! Accept some help once in a while!”
I scrunch my face, then go into a cough’n fit. Ugh! I hate colds- flu, whateva.
Spot sits down and rubs my back, support’n my coughs.
“Fine. I’ll sleep, but as soon as I’m bedda I’s sell’n again.”
“That’s all I need to hear.” Spot lays down next ta me and joins me under tha covers.
I inch away. “No, no. You ain’t come’n near me. ‘Cause if I’m sick, I don’t wanna get you sick.”
Spot smirks. “You already have.”
I panic. “I did? I’m sorry, I-”
“Ya made me luvsick!” Spot grins triumphantly.
I blink. “What? Spot, that’s one of tha cheesiest things you’s eva said!”
Spot hugs me closa and kisses my forehead.
“And it got ya all flustered, and it’s adorable!”
“Where’d you get that? Take a page oudda Mush’s book?”
“No- actually came up with that meself. Just get bedda for me, please? I can’t have you’s die’n on me again.” He forces me to lay down and rest my ache’n head on his chest. “If you’s this bad in tha morn’n, I’s get’n you a doctor.”
“Sounds fair,” I mudda as I drift off in a groggy sleep.
#Newsies#newsies musical#newsies broadway#newsies 1992#newsies x reader#spot conlon#spot colon x reader#Jack Kelly#Les Jacobs#david jacobs#sarah jacobs#racetrack newsies#racetrack higgins#crutchy newsies#crutchie morris#boots newsies#skittery newsies#kid blink#specs newsies
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Friendship Fics Masterlist 4
part one, part two, part three
14,000,605 (ao3) - JayPendragon
T, 19k
Summary: "Stephen doesn’t expect the douchebag to be the key."
How Stephen Strange figures out it’s Tony he needs to save… and what happens after.
ain't no mountain high enough (ao3) - philthestone
gamora/peter
T, 10k
Summary: Stark continues looking at Peter. Peter considers the fact that the world is probably going to end within the next few days, and they, collectively, are supposed to be stopping it.
“Uh,” says Peter, waving his fingers a little bit. “It makes you feel really cool. You should try it.”
“We’re not painting our nails to match,” deadpans Stark.
“Well, sure,” says Peter. “But don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t defeat Thanos ‘cause you didn’t wanna harness the power of friendship.”
Better Living Through Pizza (ao3) - shadynaiad
T, 10k
Summary: Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.
'cause with a love like this (ao3) - philthestone
G, 3k
Summary: “I am so proud of you, Sam Wilson,” Sarah says, and means it, so very much.
Don't Forget to Duck (fanfiction.net) - Harkpad
T, 1k
Summary: A battle and test of a new weapon goes well except for one thing: Cap forgets to duck. Hawkeye's growing friendship with Cap outside of battles bleeds through the tense moments when they're not sure Cap is going to come through this one.
half a yellow sun (ao3) - philthestone
gamora/peter
T, 1k
Summary: “Do you come here often?” asks Gamora, tilting her head.
“No,” says the girl. “I’m just here waiting for my dumb friend Peter.”
The birds coo.
“Would you believe me,” says Gamora, “if I told you that I, too, am here waiting for my dumb friend Peter.”
The girl considers this, and then nods, as though dealing with a dumb friend named Peter on the daily is something to respect in another person.
Just Walk Beside Me (ao3) - vidocqsociety
T, 1k
Summary: Friendship is born in all sorts of circumstances, between all sorts of people.
nothing in nature that freezes your heart (ao3) - Lies_Unfurl
T, 14k
Summary:
But there's nothing in nature that
Freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
-from The Muppets Christmas Carol
(It's Bucky's first Christmas back after the Blip, and his plans are to down an entire bottle of Jack and hope the nightmares stay away. Things are going great, until his dreams bring a ghost that looks like Steve, who's determined to help him get his Christmas spirit back.)
realty for amateurs (and some espionage 'cause why not) (ao3) - writethewolvesaway
T, 4k
Summary: Sam needs to get his own place. He does. There's also a little old lady who makes muffins, and a cat named Alpine.
REM Sleep (ao3) - Shiny_n_new
G, 3k
Summary: Five times Bruce woke up alone, and one time he woke up with the whole team.
Sad, Sad, Happy, Sad, Happy, Happy, Happy (ao3) - orphan_account
T, 6k
Summary: In the wake of a tragic magnifying glass-related accident, Peter is taken in by two people who would love to have him.
Shield Applications (fanfiction.net) - certifiably
T, 3k
Summary: In which a car explodes, Captain America does not throw his shield, Hawkeye borrows the keys, and Tony's day has never been so stupid.
straight black lines (ao3) - Mira_Jade
G, 4k
Summary: He never did forgive Nick Fury for bloodying up his trading cards. Not during that first week, anyway.
terms of endearment (ao3) - pprfaith
N/R, 1k
Summary: In which Bruce is a little confused and Tony is Bambi. Borderline crack.
The Annual Stark Family Fourth of July Celebration (ao3) - screamlet
pepper/tony
T, 5k
Summary: The Stark family does the Fourth of July. (Or: Tony grows up by Fourths.)
thunderbolts are very very frightening (ao3) - writethewolvesaway
T, 5k
Summary: Sam finds out that Bucky is transferring teams and decides to do something about it.
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“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.” NO LIES WERE FUCKING TOLD!!
“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Send me the time and place I WANNA WHOOP SOME ASS TO!! & and I’ll even record 🤭
“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.” YESSS JESSS PUT👏🏽 A👏🏽 WEAK👏🏽 BITCH👏🏽 IN👏🏽THEY👏🏽 FUCKIN👏🏽 PLACE👏🏽
“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”I love how she told his ass off before they even met IRL 😭 like YESSS BITCHHH LET THAT HOE KNOW U AINT PLAYIN ABT YO GIRL!!
“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.” TELL HIM!! Jess took it lightly HE LUCKY HE AINT GET HIS WHITE ASS BEAT!
"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead.” God bless YN’S VAGINA 😌 THAT BABY BIG HEAD FINNA TEAR IT TF UP 😭
"But babe…" Boy don’t babe her, you lucky she even thinkin abt it and not js sayin NO FUCK U!
"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you. It don’t seem like it JACKMAN 😑
Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days." Please don’t make me cry, REE I CANT DO THIS TODAY 😭
"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going." Jack is soooo fuckin dumb, like did you rlly think they wouldn’t notice 😒
"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay." Honey just stop lyin 😐
Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days. This is really really embarrassing for you Jackman 😕
"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."THIS IDIOT DIDNT TURN HIS LOCATION OFF?!?! Jack did you wanna get caught?? Cause like sir wtf
"Thank you and almost 7 months." H- h- HOLD THE FUCK UP 6 MONTHS THIS WHITE BOY HAS BEEN HIDING THIS FOR NEARLY 7!MONTHS?? I’m thinking maybe 3, 4 if I wanted to push it. BUT SHES ABT TO POP AND THIS BOY STILL HASN’T TOLD ANYONE!? Is he fucking mental 🤨
“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her. WAIT WAS THIS ADDRESSED IN OTHER PARTS & I DONT REMEMBER?? Cause now I’m pissed off all over again 😕
“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.” If you wasn’t bullshitin there would be nothing to throw
“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.” She said I’m tired of my daddy’s shit, wake me up when it’s my time to come out & he stop playin games ✌🏽
“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.” Okay damn just put they business out they like that 😭
OKAY PART 2 COMING!!
Jess plays absolutely NO games with him and she'll probably continue to threaten him on a daily basis 😭
Yes he has been hiding her for that long!
The first 4 he was being an ass and started to act like he had some sense in the middle of month 5
Clay was just like... do not include me in your shenanigans lmao
Urban knows Jack like the back of his hand and knew something was wrong the entire time
Oh yeah baby girl is definitely tired of him acting absolutely wild and she is not here for it
And just because Jack designed the cute nursery means nothing lol she is still on the fence about living with you lol
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How we got here (part 1)
One shot about OCs btwwww Xx TW disturbing imagery at beginning ig
I woke up extra early today, It would’ve had my 15th birthday today. I layed in the sleeping bag we found in this old shed. I looked over to my mates jack and Monica. They look so calm, which is rare these days. I decided that because we didn’t really have any where we had to be, I’d leave them to sleep some more.
I walk over to the very small hole in the wall. I look through to see if there are any walkers. I could see one in the distance. The vacant husk staggers around looking for a meal. I cringe in disgust as it’s decaying skin slowly falls off it’s bones. I try to do what I usually do when I’m sad and think positive. But how do you see the positive in this? I feel myself getting more depressed. I reluctantly wake up Monica and jack to hug them. After getting their affection, I feel a lot better.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jack asks.
“Just one of those moods again.” I answer. Monica rubs my shoulder.
“I guess we should set off moving now.” Monica says. We all start packing up again and we start moving in a random direction.
After a while, we came across a few signs saying that there was a school filled with survivors inside.
“Well should we go?” Jack asks.
“Are you fucking stupid? It could be a trap?” Monica retorts.
“But it could also be legit. I think it’s worth it.” I say.
“Fuck no! We’ve lost so much! I can’t risk you two too.” Monica shouted.
“Moni, I get we’ve lost a lot but we can give up hope in everything.” I said. Monica sighed.
“Fine but if we die or become prisoners it’s on you two.” Moncia sighed. Me and Jack hugged her and then we followed the signs. Suddenly, as we where walking, jack shot up into the air was was suspended from a tree branch by a rope trap. Jack screams and I start laughing.
“See what did I tell you I knew this would all be some big trap!” Monica exclaimed. Suddenly, we heard a twig snap.
“Drop you weapons.” A blonde girl ,who looked our age, ordered. A guy who stood next to her , who was holding a chair leg, just looked at us in shock.
“Ok ok. Are you guys gonna like make us prisoners and shit?” I asked. Monica elbowed me.
“Look we don’t want any harm.” The guy spoke.
“Aye, neither do we. Look we saw those signs and we followed them.” I said.
“Well your either really stupid or you have back up.” The blonde said.
“Oh she’s very stupid!” Jack joked. I playfully punched jack, who was still suspended from the tree. This caused the dude to laugh.
“Look, how about you help us get out friend down and we leave you guys alone.” Monica offers.
“Not gonna happen. What if you guys come back with more people?” The blond responds.
“HAH- we don’t really know that many people. I mean we had some friends until they met Blair and ran off… I don’t really blame them if I’m honest.” Jack joked.
“FELLA IM ACTUALLY GONNA SHA-!” I shouted before Monica intervened.
“you two, will you shut the fuck up for once In you damn lives?!” Monica scold. Me and Jack fell silent. “Sorry Monica.” We both said in sync.
“Look vi, they don’t seem like bad people and I mean they’re are age and all! We can’t leave them out here.” The dude said.
“Well we can’t bring them back without marlons permission, Louis.” ‘Vi’ retorted.
“Well then I’ll stay here and you go back and get him.” Louis said.
“No. I’ll stay here and you go get him.” Vi instructed. Louis nodded and ran back to their base. “Hey listen i know we just met but can you help us get out mate down…I don’t wanna ruin your traps.” I asked.
‘Vi’ dramatically rolled her eyes and helped us get jack down.
“Augh- my head!…thanks though.” Jack said. ‘Vi’ nodded and in perfect timing, Louis came back with who I presume is marlon.
“Hey. “ marlon greets. We all wave to him. “Well I’ll introduce everyone properly, I’m marlon. Im pretty much in charge. That’s Louis.” Louis waved happily. “And this is violet.” She looked at us and nodded.
“I’m Blair. This Monica and jack.” They wave at them.
“Look we’re going to be generous with you.” Marlon said.
“If you want, you can come back to our base we have a group around our age. You can stay for a night or two then we can see how it goes ok?”
Me, Monica, and jack all looked at each other.
“Sick. Cheers fella!” I say smiling.
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-ˋˏ what are their kinks ˎˊ-
characters: suna, osamu, atsumu, akaashi, sakusa & iwa
warnings: edging, somnophilia, mirror sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cockwarming, ice play, sensory deprivation
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suna rintaro
edging
this man king of edging ugh he just loves to tease you
he likes to leave you wanting more
this mf likes to see you BEG for his cock
he likes to kiss your clit and give it kitten licks
never putting enough pressure to make you cum
and when he’s thrusting in and out of you he’ll say “you wanna cum baby?, then beg”
idk i think he likes hearing your whines
it makes him cum harder
will pull out the second you clench on his cock
and just insert the tip in
lowkey cockwarming but only the tip
somnophilia
dude probably wakes up in the middle of the night horny
sometimes he tries so jack off so he won’t have to wake you up
but it that doesn’t work he’ll probably turn you on your back
remove your panties and kisses your clit a bit to get you wet enough for him
and when you’re wet enough he slides his dick up and down your folds until you wake up
and when you do you’re a little sleepy but suna doesn’t mind doing all the work
after all he was the one that woke you up
so all you have to do is lie there and take his cock
and only then will he insert his cock in you
and dw you two agreed you can use each other when you wake up in the middle of the night horny
miya osamu
teasing/edging
ahh this man, another king of teasing and edging
he’s obviously the dom so you have to do what he tells you to do
even if that’s begging him to make you cum
probably starts off vanilla then escalates to a little rough sex with him
he likes to tell you “so needy baby, need my cock to fill ya up?”
and you nod furiously cause you’ve been on edge for the past hour
osamu refuses to make you cum
always pulls out the second you say “i’m close”
but even when you don’t say that he knows, just by the way you’re clamping down on him
he enjoys seeing you whine that’s why he does that, you’re his little princess after all
mirror sex
okay hear me out here guys mirror sex and osamu, that’s it
fuck i can honestly just imagine osamu begging you to let him fuck you infront of a mirror
he thinks it’s so hot seeing yourself lower down yourself in his cock
especially when your legs are spread out on the sides of a chair where he’s fucking you
he makes you look at yourself as you slowly take his cock in
it makes his cock even harder than it already is
he likes to see the expressions you have on yourself as you see his cock buried in you
makes you play with your clit as he thrusts in you
he loves seeing your tits bounce on the mirror as you ride him
especially loves it when he sees your face when you cum
miya atsumu
overstimulation
don’t even get me started on this one
this man can go for literally 4 rounds without getting tired
he loves hearing your squeals when you’ve just cummed as he pumps his cock in and out of you
you try to push his hips away to stop the overstimulation
but deep inside you love the feeling of being overstimulated by your boyfriend
the last 2 rounds are the best and worst
you feel like you’re on cloud nine with the amount of pleasure you’re feeling
sometimes you feel like you can’t cum anymore but atsumu still manages to make you
and when you do it’s the best feeling
it feels like the first time cumming around his tongue and fingers
raw fucking and cumming in you
atsumu hates wearing a condom
he made you go on the pill which you didn’t mind cause the feeling of his raw cock feels great
when the two of you first did it raw he swore he was on cloud nine holy shit
and the thought of your belly swelling with his child makes his dick twitch
and you weren’t opposed to the idea, after all you’ve been married for quite a while
the first time he fucked you raw felt completely different in a good way
you could feel every vein on his cock
and it felt better and hotter in a way
and the first time atusmu felt your walls without a barrier he swore he was in the brink of cumming
he loved the feeling of your walls whenever he pumps his cock in and out of you
sakusa kiyoomi
rough sex
this man holy shit loves it when you scream
he obviously preps you first by sliding his dick up and down your pussy
maybe even finger you sometimes or eat you out
but once he knows you’re ready for his cock
you better believe you in it for the time of your life
he will literally fuck you like there’s no tomorrow omg
there’s something about you screaming and squirting on his cock that makes him hornier
also holds your throat while he fucks you
will make you cum at least three times before he calls it a night
cock warming
after a long hard day at the gym all your lovely boyfriend wants to do sit down and get his dick warm
aka you sitting on his dick
so when he comes home and says “bedroom now” it’s either you’re getting fucked or he wants you to cock warm him
you’re down either way, you get kiyoomi’s dick in you
once you sink down into his cock both of you let out a hiss at the feeling
him getting his dick warmed up and you getting your pussy filled
it’s a win win situation
but when you start to get needy and slowly move around and clench on his cock
he’s going to hold you down grab one of your tits and whisper in your ear “be a good girl or else”
akaashi keiji
mirror sex
akaashi keiji has a dirty little secret that only you know and that’s mirror sex
he purposely requested for a mirror on your guys’s bedroom ceiling so you can see yourself getting fucked
honestly you didn’t think you would like it
but here you were begging akaashi to fuck you in the bedroom so you can see yourself getting fucked
something about seeing yourself from a different angle with your legs wrapped around akaashi’s waist just gets you clenching on his dick to the point where he can barely move
he loves it though, he loves it more when you’re riding him
he tells you to look up to see yourself bouncing
your tits moving up and down as you chase your release
and akaashi massaging your tits which adds extra stimulation
let’s just say whenever you two have sex in the bedroom you’ll definitely need more stamina
cock warming
like sakusa i feel like after a hard day of editing mangas, akaashi just wants to rest but he also wants to cum
so he shyly asks you if you could sit on his cock
honestly the feeling of your warm walls is enough to make keiji cum
especially when you’re trying to get in a comfortable position by moving around
akaashi’s dick just barely twitches
but after some while you decided to tease him a bit and lightly grind on him
sometimes you laugh at some posts you see on your phone which has you clenching and unclenching on akaashi’s cock
which sends his dick to twitch more often
and literally after just sitting there being bored you decide to kiss him
and suddenly you feel squirts of hot liquid fill you
iwaizumi hajime
ice play
damn just thinking of iwa running an ice cube down your body is enough to get anyone horny
okay so he accidentally discovered this kink when you leaned in for a kiss when he was drinking some water with ice and he dropped the ice on your panties which made you gasp
so he decided to experiment a bit and asked you to lay naked on the bed since he was already horny
he grabbed an ice cube and dragged it slowly across you neck
to the valley of your breasts circling one nipple at a time while rolling the other nipple between his fingers (yk 50 shades type of shit)
and he absolutely loves your reaction when you arch your back when the ice gets to your tits
he gets a new one and slowly drags it from your belly down to your clit which makes you hiss at the new sensation
ngl you both loved it since it was a new experience for the both of you
you love it also when he inserts a small portion of the ice into your pussy okay bye
blindfolds/cuffs (is this sensory deprivation idk)
goddamn iwa just being a dom lives in my mind rent free
like you just wanna please him in anyway you can even if it’s you getting tied up and not being able to see or feel him
it’s the excitement that gets you all wet, not knowing where he is or what he’s going to do next
he teases you by whispering dirty things in your ear “i bet you wish you could touch me, don’t you baby, well too bad)
you love how he just grabs your tits massaging it while putting one in his mouth to suck leaving hickeys on them
you also love it when he just lifts your legs up spreading it and putting the tip of his dick in
he tells you not to move and let him do all the work but you just wanted to be able to touch your boyfriend
so you begin to act like a brat and meet his thrusts but he didn’t take this lightly
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and he thrusts in you, his balls hitting your clit
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what makes them blush; mcyt x reader
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dream:
it's pretty hard to make him blush - even if you were the biggest flirt, you wouldn't be able to make him blush
he blushes the easiest by losing in a game or thinking about you in a *cough* not so family-friendly way
george:
george blushes easily, I think we'd all be able to guess that
small touches or gestures are the things that make him blush the most, though
like giving him food during a stream because he forgot to eat
sapnap:
sapnap blushes easily depending on how far into the relationship you are
the first month he blushes at literally everything - after 6 it's not so bad anymore
he blushes easily at physical touch when you're the one initiating it
badboyhalo:
bad isn't the one who is easiest to get to blush, despite what you'd think
when you get really flirty and touchy with him, though, he gets very blushy
he might flirt easily with you when it's as a joke, but when it gets serious, he's all blush and stutters
technoblade:
he's a pretty easy blusher, he's just very very good at hiding it from you
but trust me, when you run your fingers along his arm or twirl them around in his hair, he is burning up from the inside
good luck getting him to admit he's ever blushed before, though
wilbur soot:
like dream, I don't think it's easy to make wilbur blush just by flirting or using your words, but rather whenever he does something himself that reminds him of how in deep he is with you
getting caught up in just looking at you, for so long that he loses focus on the rest of the world makes him blush hard
jschlatt:
schlatt would seem like the hardest one to get to blush, but he actually isn't
it's pretty simple - he pushes love and affection away, but when it's impossible to avoid, he has no other choice
tell this man that you love him and throw all of your love and affection in his face, he'll be blushing in no time
corpse husband:
it can be easy to make him blush, surprisingly
compliments and praises - like saying how hard-working he is, or complimenting his appearance - is something that can make him very flustered
he knows that no matter how many times he denies it, you'll keep telling him that, and he'll continue to blush every time
karl jacobs:
we all know it's easy to make this man blush, especially when it's you
it's kinda hard to explain, but whenever he gets the feeling and realisation of how much he loves you - that's what makes him blush
like seeing you in his hoodie or doing something that he finds adorable will get him excited and blushy in no time
skeppy:
it is a piece of cake to get him to blush
all you have to do is literally just love him, and he'll be blushing💀
and he literally hates it because everyone teases him for it - even you
fundy:
getting fundy to blush literally just depends on his mood
he could wake up feeling super confident and just tease the shit out of you the whole day
or he could just be sitting there and just looking at you would make him blush
quackity:
alex is another pretty easy target, but he puts up a good fight
because most of the time he'd be the one trying to make you blush, definitely by using his jokes!
but when you're being very straight-forward with what you want and putting how much you love him into words, his face is RED
punz:
almost impossible, only because he is so cocky and confident that he can make you flustered just by existing and I mean is he wrong
I can't really see what would make him blush? only that he'd be taken aback if you didn't blush at all by all of his teasing, but that's all, really
awesamdude:
it's a back and forth kinda thing - one day he's making you blush, the next you're making him blush, etc.
he can get a little shy around you sometimes, and that's when you should try to make your move
flirt with him, touch him, call him sweet names - he will be a blushing mess
slimecicle:
it's hard to get him to blush - you have to try really hard if you want to succeed, is all I can say
he's usually the one making others blush, not the other way around
but, if you wanna give it a try, he is an easy target when in the middle of deep conversations past midnight - hit him with that poetry-type shit and there's a chance he might blush
eret:
the day you catch eret blushing is… well, never
it's damn near impossible to get him to blush
with that flirting demeanour he has and that deep ass voice? honey, he knows there's no chance you'll even try to make him blush
and if you did, he'd just laugh it off and tease you back for trying to get him to blush, but failing
foolish:
you can never tell when this man is blushing, cause he literally always covers it up with giggles
he laughs whenever he feels flustered and that's usually enough to cover it up, so it's great for his advantage
what gets him is receiving a lot of praise and being spoiled a lot with gifts
jack manifold:
he doesn't blush from a lot of things, but there is one easy thing you can do to get him to blush
and that is simply just flirting with him
he'll start feeling more and more flustered the longer you keep it going, and it's something he's gonna hate being teased for later
tommy:
BIG MAN NEVER BLUSHES
nah, jk, it's easy to make him blush - that is if you're a very blunt person and can go to extreme lengths to tease him
then you'll have him flustered and speechless in no time, as crazy as that sounds
tubbo:
it's pretty easy to make tubbo blush despite the amount of times we've seen him flirt with ranboo👀
and that's because he's pretty shy with the whole "being in a relationship" thing, though don't get me wrong, he'd still flirt with you
doing kind, crafty things for him, like making a flower crown for him, specifically with a flower he said he liked once - that makes him blush
ranboo:
ranboo can have his moments where it's easy for him to blush, but he's pretty good at talking/teasing back with you, so it's not super common
he blushes easily at any form of physical contact, especially when in a new relationship or only in the "crush" stages
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