#i’m a movie talker!! it’s what i do!!! (i’m so sorry)
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unironically my favourite thing abt watching saw movies is talking the whole time
#i’m a movie talker!! it’s what i do!!! (i’m so sorry)#but they’re practically designed to give you things to say!#all of the details & speculating abt the twists & what one might do in this situation#like saw 6 is definitely a bad movie#but still a fun watch! bc nothing is better to me than calling hoffman a smug bastard & laughing abt the dialogue#and to clap every time my best friend amanda was on screen#‘your cancer is malignant’ will be making me laugh for days#and like i get the theatrics of the audio editing scene or whatever but it’s so funny that she would call them there#like she wasn’t done! why not wait?? instead of making them watch you say ‘we’re getting closer’#em rambles
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Confidence Is Key - P.SH
pairing: quiet sunghoon x quiet fem reader!
genre: romance, fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: i have so many drafts, so here is another one :) i don’t know how to feel about this one though, but hope you guys like it!
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“i have a girlfriend.” is what came out of sunghoon’s mouth as a girl tried to ask for his number.
the thing is, he didn’t have a girlfriend. he is single by choice, but jay would tease him about it. “you got no game bro.” he would say.
sunghoon is very well known in the university, however, he isn’t much of a talker and likes his alone time. he is known as the “quiet one” out of his friend group, which includes jay, jake, and heeseung. don’t get him wrong, he loves his friends, but he also loves how relaxing it is when he’s by himself.
which is why he is currently about to go in the movie theater, by himself, about to watch oppenheimer. he already got himself a bucket of popcorn with a drink of lemonade, ready for some alone time. however as he walked through the hallway of the cinema, a girl, who seemed around his age, approached him, with her friends watching her from behind.
although he told her about him having a girlfriend (sunghoon’s go to excuse), the girl for some reason still won’t leave him alone. she was fluttering her eyes, obvious that she was checking him out.
coincidentally as he glanced behind him, he saw you walk towards his direction, and it looked like you were alone as well, but you haven’t noticed him yet.
“there she is!” he let out an awkward laugh, gulping at what he was about to do. “ynnie!”
you looked up, not expecting someone to call your name, recognizing sunghoon, who is in one of your classes this semester. and did he just call you, ynnie?
you looked at him confused before glancing back at the girl who had a scowl on her face. “come on, the movie is about to start, wouldn’t want to miss it.” as he got closer to you, he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you in one of the nearest theater rooms, desperate to escape from the girl he encountered.
you followed him without any questions, not having enough time to react due to the sudden interaction. you both sat down in the middle aisle, watching him glance behind him, not even realizing he was still holding onto you.
“finally.” he muttered under his breath, finally being able to relax.
“uh.” you cleared your throat, snapping him out of his head. “shit, i’m sorry.” he finally let go of your wrist, weirdly missing the warmth of his hand.
“sorry about that, i-uh,” he continued, but for some reason unable to form his words. who is he kidding, the person he’s been crushing on is right in front of him!
you shook your head, an indication that it was no big deal. “it’s okay.” you gave him a reassuring smile and was about to glance down at his movie ticket, but he quickly hid it away.
“the movie is about to start.” he quickly said, holding the popcorn on his lap. he didn’t want you to see that he was supposed to be in the other theater room, for oppenheimer. when was he ever going to have the opportunity to be with you? this was his chance.
you looked so pretty. with your pink outfit, for obvious reasons. your hair was tied with a pink ribbon, loving how some of your hair were framing your face. on the other hand, he was wearing a dark outfit, again, because he was going to watch a movie very opposite of barbie.
little did he know, you did saw a glimpse of his ticket, when he was looking away earlier, knowing already. you can’t help but smile to yourself, fiddling with your fingers, feeling a bit shy.
both of you are now immersed in the movie, sunghoon glancing at you every now and then. he loves the reaction you showed as you watched the movie, mumbling softly, your eyebrows doing all sorts of movement, your bottom lip sticking out. you looked so cute that he just wants to squeeze your cheeks! of course he’s not going to do that, not right now at least.
your arm would brush against sunghoon’s every now and then during the movie, both of you blushing like crazy. sunghoon felt his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to bust out of his chest!
soon the movie finished, feeling as if time just snapped. why did that felt so quick? he hasn’t even interacted with you like he hoped would happen.
you two walked out of the theater room, surrounded by a crowd, causing the two of you to bump into each other. this made sunghoon wrap his arm across your shoulder, both of you making your way through the crowd, wanting to prevent you from being crushed. it felt natural for him to do that he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. both of you were so close that sunghoon’s sweet scent filled your nose. hopefully he can’t hear how loudly your heart is beating. it felt like it was about to burst! he felt so warm against you, and although it was summer, his warmth made you comfortable.
you both soon found the door outside the cinema, feeling the refreshing cold breeze, in contrast to the warm one earlier before walking in the cinema.
“well, that movie wasn’t so bad.” he said, now facing you, glad that he could still see you a little bit with the horrible lighting from the lamppost.
your eyes sparkled even through the dark night, seeing his cute little fangs as he smiled at you. “yeah, i had a great time with you, even though we didn’t really talk much.” you let out an airy laugh, “maybe we can do that again? and watch the movie you were supposed to watch?”
his eyes widened, lips parting. “huh? how did you know?”
“sorry, i might’ve seen your ticket. you know you didn’t have to stay with me there, sorry if i kept you-” you started, feeling slightly guilty as you thought about it.
“no, no. don’t be sorry. i wanted that. i mean, it was a chance for me to spend time with you.”
your cheeks heated up, feeling absolutely fluttered at the confession. damn, where did he get that confidence. sunghoon actually talking to a girl? jay would be proud.
“well, i’m accepting that offer of yours. you can’t take it back now.” he bit his lip, preventing himself from smiling so widely, waiting for your response.
a smile now painted on your lips, you nodded, “maybe we can go somewhere after too, and get to know each other?”
sunghoon felt his ears turning red, not being able to hide his smile anymore. “i’d love that.” he then pulled his phone out of his pocket before holding it out for you, looking at you admiringly.
you punched in your number, biting your bottom lip as you then typed in your name before handing it back to him.
‘ynnie ♡’
a cute giggle came from sunghoon, his little dimple popping out. you curiously tilted your head as you watched him type something, seeing him glance at you and then back to his phone. he held his phone to show you what he did, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.
‘pretty girl ynnie ♡’
both of you all of the sudden got shy with each other, just smiling to one another. “um, see you soon then? i should probably go now.” you fiddled with your fingers, seeing the bus has arrived at the terminal by the cinema.
he glanced to where you were looking at before nodding, “of course. i’ll walk you there.”
the two of you walked to the terminal, your hand slightly brushing against sunghoon’s. you stopped by the door of the bus and faced the cute boy, who was already looking back at you.
“thank you for tonight.” there was a moment of silence before you suddenly felt a boost of confidence. sunghoon looked so soft and you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek without any warning, feeling him freeze at the sudden contact. his lips parted, his smile widening.
you waved at him before quickly hopping in the bus, making your way to the middle, sitting by the window where you see him step back, watching the door of the bus now closing. the boy typed something on his phone and the next thing you know, you hear your phone buzzing.
unknown number: this is sunghoon :) text me when you get home, yeah? stay safe pretty.
you looked back up and nodded at him through the window, waving once again. he waved back, watching the bus driving off.
oh my god. what just happened? you thought to yourself, now pressing your palms onto your cheeks, feeling how warm it is. looking back down at your phone, you start typing.
reply to pretty boy sunghoon: text me once you get home too! :)
sunghoon skip his way through the parking lot, not caring how some people were looking at him weirdly as he passed by. he is happy. he got to talk to his crush! and now he already has a second date?! he felt like he was dreaming, and he can’t wait to see you again. his pretty girl. well, not yet. but soon.
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bonus:
“ah! i don’t know what to wear.” sunghoon groaned, his hands resting on top of his head, pacing back and forth in his room, jay who was leaning against sunghoon’s door watches the boy in distress.
“damn. i’ve never seen him like this. he is truly whipped huh?”
“you know he can hear you right?” heeseung shook his head before going back to his game, being in the living room, which is in front of sunghoon’s room.
“i don’t know, pretty sure all he’s thinking about is yn.” jay purposely says your name clearly and loudly, making sunghoon snap out of his thoughts. “yn? did you say yn?”
“oh my god… he’s gone crazy.”
#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon drabbles#park sunghoon#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen scenarios
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getting it over with - ch 2
pairing: bucky barnes x virgin fem!reader
summary: waking up after accidentally admitting a bit too much to bucky about your lack of action, you reveal that you remember everything.
warnings: kissing, fingering, cunnilingus, nervous!reader, bucky is very tender and a SMOOTH talker in this one, please let me know if i'm missing anything!
w/c: 2k+
a/n: THE LONG AWAITED!! i've been in such a rut lately and am so sorry if this doesn't meet everyone's expectations. i kinda like how it turned out and think it's definitely how classic 40s bucky barnes would treat a lady. anywho, enjoy reading my lovelies!
CHAPTER 1
waking up in your jamie’s arms made you wish you were still asleep. sure, you had cuddled before on movie nights when you had to share a blanket, but this was different. this meant he had chosen to stay, of his own volition. fate didn’t need to step in for him to cuddle you. or maybe you were reading far too much into it.
regardless, you relished in this rare moment of closeness you had with bucky. his arm was securely around your waist as your head remained on his chest. you let your chin rest on his chest in favor of looking at the face that was now free of his perpetual frown lines. you let your hands move the stray pieces of his hair from his face before he began stirring. his arm gently tightened around you before his left came to hold you as well, leaving you softly laughing at his cuddly tendencies.
“mornin’, doll,” his raspy voice scratched all the right parts of your heart. “sleep well?”
“slept like a baby,” you replied as you plopped your head back down on his chest, the rise and fall of his chest nealy lulling you back to sleep.
“so…” he trailed off. “do you…”
“i remember, jamie,” you were squeamish. he obviously kindly rejected your offer in an attempt to let you keep your dignity, but you couldn’t lie to him. “i-i’m sorry for all that. i never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and clearly, i did.”
“you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he assured you as you quickly got out of your bed. “y/n,” he called after you as you threw a sweater over your tank top from last night. he stood to meet you, tenderly holding your shoulders so you would get still. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable. the only thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that you were drunk when you asked me, doll,” now it was him who played with the strands of your hair that were still wild from sleeping.
“so, if i were to ask you that now, with a sound and sober mind… what would you say?” you avoided eye contact, opting to play with the frayed ends of your sweater.
“that depends,” he nudged your chin with a curled finger. “i’m gonna need you to ask me first,” he teased.
you rolled your eyes, “there’s a reason they call it ‘liquid courage’, jamie. sadly, i haven’t had any today.”
“you already know what i’ll say,” he shrugged casually, as if it weren’t practically humiliating what you were asking of him. the depth of desperation you had reached to ask your best friend who you’d loved for so long to do you this ‘favor’. “you know i’d do anything for you.”
“i want you to want me,” now you couldn’t stop looking in his eyes, captivated by the pretty blues you’ve always loved.
he chuckled, “don’t you know i always have?”
looking into his eyes, you wanted to believe his sweet, serene words that were dripping from his lips like honey. god, how you wanted a taste of the sickly sweetness that oozed from his presence near you. the attraction that pulled you towards him like he was stronger than any magnet tony had created was somehow amplified any time he looked at you the way he was. you only hoped the attraction wasn’t one sided. sure, he was telling you he’s always wanted you, but that doesn’t mean he wanted you romantically. maybe he just meant he wanted your body. either way, you would have him any way you could.
“say it,” he urged you.
“will you be my first, jamie?” you swallowed and looked away from him, somehow still afraid of his answer.
“only if i can be your only, too,” he grasped your waist, pulling you against his chest.
finally, you broke your eye contact with the floor in favor of his bright blues as he leaned in to press a searing kiss against your lips. in spite of the anticipation of what you had just asked asked him, the kiss was incredibly tender and unrushed.
your tongues danced in sync as if you had done this a million times before. his hands squeezed your waist more as you gently sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.
“you’re pretty good at this,” you giggled as you grabbed onto his forearms.
“we haven’t even done anything, yet,” your eyes went wide at the insinutaiton.
“are we-did you want to… now?”
“no, of course not,” his thumbs began rubbing on your waist over your sweatshirt. “i’m gonna make your first time special, like you deserve. if you want, there are other things we can do now. again, only if you want to.”
“well-uh-what were you thinking about?” your arms rose to his neck, thrown over his shoulders as his grip tightened on your waist.
he lifted you by the waist, signalling for your legs to wrap around his own so he could usher you back to the bed. he gently laid you down, hovering over you before pressing a searing kiss to your cheek, just as gentle as when he laid you down.
“i’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, doll,” he gingerly kissed down your torso, making the long trail to your center.
“you don’t have to if… if y’know, it makes you uncomfortable? i know guys aren’t really into that sometimes,” you rose to your elbows, observing him as he spread your legs further to make room for him. the way his eyes were fixated on you was as if you were the only woman he’d ever seen.
“uncomfortable?” he scoffed at the thought. “the only thing that’s making me uncomfortable right now is how many clothes we still have on.”
“that can easily be fixed,” you swiftly tore your shirt from your body, revealing yourself to him. his eyes were immediately drawn to your bare chest.
“fuck,” he breathed. “‘s like you’re trying to kill me, doll.” keeping his place between your legs, his arms trailed up your torso to massage your tits. “so fucking gorgeous.”
you placed your hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue. “jamie…” you sighed as your head was thrown back.
“has anyone ever touched you down here, doll?”
you shook your head
“only me?”
“only you,” you swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty blues into the abyss of his lust.
he moved from his place between your legs to help you remove your shorts and underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. once he was settled back between your plush thighs, you felt his hands gripping them tightly.
“such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, baby,” his face was so close to your center you could feel his breath against your skin with every word he said. “can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” he littered your thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to your center.
“please, jamie?” your hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize your need to him.
“please what, doll?” he mocked coyly.
“you know what,” your hips began to rise from the bed, searching for some relief.
“nuh uh,” he moved his head further from where he was, “i wanna hear you say it for me.”
“i-can you-i want you to eat me out please?” you rushed out and squeezed your eyes shut, not being able to see bucky as he finally connected his lips with your center. “o-oh my GOD!” his tongue traced your clit lightly, barely giving you much stimulation but even that was enough to make your legs begin to quivver.
while his tongue tracing your clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared you for feeling his tongue tracing along your soaking slit before delicately prodding inside of you.
“holy shit, jamie,” his tongue trailed back to your clit before you felt his finger slowly enter your pussy. your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer to your center.
he was so passionate about pleasing you, humming into your skin as he felt you tighten around his finger the deeper he went.
he made sure to wait for you to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before beginning to slowly thrust the single digit in and out of your center.
you tossed your head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of you that you could never reach yourself.
“fuck!” his finger found the perfect spot inside of you, curling to massage it gently and bring you closer to the edge. you could hear the squelching of your pussy in rhythm with his thrusts in and out of you, and somehow you had no idea that you could be so wet and messy.
you felt him moan against you even more as he brought his metal hand up your torso and begin to squeeze your tits, pinching and pulling your nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaniously adding a second finger inside of you.
he wanted to thank whatever gods existed for allowing him to be in between the safe haven of your thighs in this very moment. the soft plushness of your thighs that cradled his head as your fingers continued to tighten around his locks with every move his tongue made against your clit proved that heaven was real.
it took everything in him to stop jumping the bed like a horny teenage boy, because he knew he would’ve blown a load with how pretty your moans sounded, in spite of your thighs encasing his ears.
“ja-jamie,” you cried to him. “i’m so-so close, please don’t stop! please don’t stop!” you back began to arch off the bed as his ministrations continued, his fingers pounding into your pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at your clit. “oh my FUCK, JAMES, YES!” you cried as your hips continued to grind into his face, riding out your orgasm as he refused to cease his actions on your body until you couldn’t take any more and were pulling him away.
he pressed feather-light kissed up your torso, paying special attention to your neck before he met his lips with yours once more. you sighed into his mouth as your arms were lazily thrown over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you.
“that was amazing, jamie,” you heaved as he rested his forehead against yours. “i had no idea i could… y’know, that hard! it was intense…”
“i just ate you out and you still don’t want to say the words?” you shook your head rapidly as you tucked your face into his neck. “you came, y/n. you can say it out loud.” you felt his smile against your skin. “now i can officially say that you’re the sweetest thing ever.”
“jamie!” you shoved his shoulder lazily.
“you’re so cute when you get all flustered,” he brushed some of your hair from your face to watch you biting back your smile. “let me take you out? on a real date. i wanna give you what all the other nimrods ‘ve been to dumb to do themselves. wanna show you what you deserve to be treated like. will you let me show ya, doll?”
“you really wanna take me out?” you furrowed your brows. “i don’t mean that in like the killing way… not that you’d do that! i know that you’d never hurt me, i just phrased it weird and then i kinda got- y’know what? i’m gonna shut myself up this time before i get too stupid to even say the word ‘yes’. so, yes, i would love to go out with you, jamie.” you looked past bucky to avoid the further embarrassment from your incessant rambling.
he chuckled at your embarrassment in spite of being the most intimate you had ever been with anyone with him, you still got tongue tied when he asked you on a date. adorable, he thought as he got up, rushing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, getting it damp before returning and wiping the mess from between your thighs.
"thank you," you closed your thighs as he sat beside you in bed once more. he lifted your arms so he could push his long forgotten shirt over your head to cover you up.
"any time," he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "how does next friday sound for you, doll?"
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konig is your roommate
wc: 995
warnings: none just fluff, quick mentions of crying, fem reader (not much metions of female characteristics)
a/n: oh lord my first contribution to the cod fandom after consuming brainrot on here and tiktok for the past couple of months :3 i can def do a pt 2 to this with smut but i just wanted to dip my toes in first and see if anybody even likes this lmao
MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
How you ended up with a man in his mid 30s that’s retired from the military as a roommate is beyond you
You were a broke teacher living paycheck to paycheck and you needed to find a way to conserve costs
You posted a Craigslist posting (definitely not shady at all) looking for a roommate and he messaged you within the first hour of you posting to see if he could check the place out!
It was mildly jarring seeing a 6’10 man in a black surgical mask show up ringing your doorbell. You couldn’t even see above his chest when you looked through the peephole
He was so quiet when you first tried to spark up a conversation with him that you thought he hated your apartment and maybe even you…
Before he even finished his tour of the apartment he took out an envelope of cash from his pocket that had enough to cover the first three months of rent :0
He moved in all of his belongings the following week while texting you a few times leading up to his move in date just confirming what time he’ll be showing up and if you’re still okay with the agreement
He was equally dry over text as he was in person it was a hard obstacle to jump over to get him to open up with you
The first time he actually started a conversation with you was when he saw you diligently working in the living room on a lesson plan for the upcoming week
At first he just sat down on the couch silently from you just watching you and this didn’t bother you as you’ve come to learn that he is more of an observer than a talker
“Um…what are you working on?”
Your head shot up and a smile spread on your face this was the first time Konig has expressed any interest in your career
“I’m cutting out flashcards I made for the kids so they can match the words to the pictures! I just procrastinated a little bit so I’m doing it all now.” You chuckled and he hummed in acknowledgement
After that conversation the interactions over the months got a lot more comfortable
So here we are now (it’s been about 5 months) and you and Konig are having your weekly movie and pizza night
You let Konig pick the movie this week and you were quite surprised that he chose ‘Inside Out’
Seeing such a large man engrossed in such a cute animated movie made your cheeks hurt with how it made you smile
He was quite surprised when he turned around and saw tears running down your cheeks after watching the scene of Bing Bong die
His eyes widened and without thinking he scooped you up into a hug while you let out all the sad feelings from the characters sacrifice
“Gosh Konig I’m so sorry! That was really silly. I shouldn't be crying so hard over a kid’s movie.”
You looked up at him and your eyes met with his cerulean ones. They had such a tender look to them and it made you and the room feel a lot hotter than what you remember
With a haste Konig pulled down his mask and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek
Needless to say you guys just stared at each other like this: :000 for about a minute before either of you said anything
You were the first one to speak up
“Konig, that was the cutest thing you’ve ever done.”
He just blushed and broke the eye contact and coughed to try and clear his throat
“I, u-um I wanted to do that for a while actually.”
Hearing him say this made you giggle and to reciprocate the feelings you’ve also been holding on to you placed a peck onto his forehead.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while too so now we’re even! The ball’s in your court now Konig, do with that info what you will.”
You pranced off into your room and giggled while Konig was stuck on the couch just absolutely stunned as to what happened.
The next day you wake up and see a note that was slipped under your door. You open it up and it brings a warm smile to your face
‘Dinner at my place tonight! Wear something nice ;)’ You giggled knowing that Konig wasn’t the biggest fan of being in crowded places so a dinner at home was a perfect plan
You noticed Konig wasn’t home so you decided to go to the grocery store really quick and pick up two bottles of white wine for the night
Once you were back at the house you heard Konig was in the shower so you decided to go take a shower yourself and get yourself ready.
You decided to go the full nine yards and put on a red velvet mini dress and do your hair
When you stepped out you saw Konig already at the stove getting dinner ready. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist
“Whatcha cookin’?” Your voice was muffled into his back and you felt the vibrations of his chuckle
“It's a surprise schatz so go sit in the living room till I’m done”
“What’s a schatz?” All he did was laugh at your response and usher you out the kitchen
You sat in the living room with a pout on your face until you heard Konig call your name to let you come back into the kitchen
Your mouth watered seeing the chicken parmesan dished out and two poured out glasses of wine
“Oh Konig, this is great!” You stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss of gratefulness
“Careful Y/N if you keep kissing me like that we’ll never get to dinner…” The sound of his voice was deep and a bit gruff
“And is that really a problem?”
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Can you do flags with a VERY insecure reader
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Apologies that some are shorter than others
Chuuya
Shows his care with tough love
He is well aware the life you both lead is dangerous, and you must be ready
So expect training
It’s not that you’re weak, it’s that he wants you to have confidence in your skills
He is a cocky person, but he cares for you more than his image
He’ll never admit it, but he’ll purposely lose a fight against you just to boost your confidence
Now, he’s the only one allowed to show this tough nature
Anyone else will be a goner
You’re out on a mission, and the enemy is taunting you?
Before he was just gonna take them out quick, but now he’ll have a little fun beating this one up
If you’re dating? He’s always there for you
You’re having a sleepover, and you’re awkwardly standing in the doorframe
“What are ya doing?”
He asked, and used his gravity to pull you into his bed. Making sure to not knock over the array of snacks and the movie laptop
You plopped onto the bed, and moved away
“Sorry…”
“The hell are you sorry for?”
He pushes the bag of your fav candy to you
“I… I dunno.”
“Well you’re gonna have something to be sorry for soon.”
“Huh?!”
“Get over here so we can watch this movie before I get bored!”
The perfect cure for your insecurities?
Chuuya Nakahara
Lippmann
If I’m being honest? He will make you feel worse at first
It’s not at all his fault of course and he doesn’t mean to
But he is just so damn perfect and I t’s hard to “compare to him”
So his most important lesson to you in to teach you that you are yourself
Not compared to him, but instead an attachment to him
A partner and a lover
And that if he’s so special, you must be even more superior for him to have chosen you
He’s the port mafias communicator after all, so he can make you believe whatever he likes
This is not manipulation of malice intent, but instead his only means of making you see yourself for your true value
“Love, what are you staring in the mirror for?”
“Oh… it’s nothing.”
“I would appreciate the truth.”
“This dress is most unflattering…”
“On you? It’s magnifying your beauty.”
He’s an amazing liar, though you see right through him
Of course you do, you’re his lover
So you know every compliment is genuine
Albatross
Oh boy… it’s not that he ignores it
But it’s more that he doesn’t understand why you feel that way
You’re so perfect? A loving, beautiful, and kind person
Patient enough to care for him so you being insecure confuses him
He loves to show you off, thinking the best therapy is experience
And at first? It’s embarrassing
Making you feel foolish with everyone’s eyes on you until he has one of his genius moments and tells you to
“look into there eyes. They adore you.”
Believe it or not, it’s a master plan
Take you to the most expensive parties in Yokohama and showing you off
The attention is hard, but he is sure to comfort you in your embarrassment
“Oh come on, you looked like an angel! One more time, that’s all I ask.”
And his pleading is charming. So magically that next time ticks something
It makes you realize that the eyes on you are of adoration
And jealousy that Albatross has you… wow, what a confidence booster
Although, if the eyes get too much looking to him may be the worst idea
His adoration isn’t just in his eyes, but his whole body. Pouring from him
It seems silly, but he’s not a high ranking mafiaoso for nothing
Iceman
The gentle king himself will be there, even if he’s sorta in the shadows
He’s VERY preceptive and knows what is going on with everybody around him
So the second you get a bad feeling, perhaps after passing a reflective window?
He’ll go to the flower shop down the street and drop them off at your desk
He’s not a talker, and probably won’t be able to comfort you
But actions are his forte
If someone made rude comments however?
And they made you upset?
They’re gone. It’s quick and clean
He isn’t one to show his partner off, but he has this silent care
Not overly touchy, but he likes to maybe keep a hand around you while out
He’s proud to be with you, he just doesn’t show it
Like the good man he is, he’s confused by such things as you saying “I’m stupid” or “I look terrible today”
Because… no you don’t?
He’s seen thousands of people, and some look a lot worse than you do? So how would you be considered bad?
But he won’t comment on it
Just like he is with Chuuya, he’s hesitant to do things incase it’ll further escalate the situation
Pianoman
This fun leader will make you feel better in the short and long term
He’s the type of man to always have a smile on his face
And obviously he’s gonna smile when he sees you!
That in of itself is a confidence booster and makes you much happier
He’s so welcoming to you every time you greet one another
And it makes your presence feel wanted, which it is
He isn’t going to fact your insecurities one on one
He isn’t an idiot, and knows that is he tries to tackle that issue he’ll be in over his head
He’s not a therapist, but he’s a comforter and someone you can rely on
Now… let’s say someone says something bad about you?
That piano wire is cutting something… if you know what I’m getting at
Now if you feel as if you look bad?
He disagrees, but nonetheless buys you very nice clothes and makeup (if you want)
He uses his counterfeit money, so skies the limit!!
Good luck even thinking about yourself when his dad jokes are always taking up your mind
Doc
Will say to himself “I’m a physical doctor… I’m a physical doctor” to stop himself from interfering at first
He would hate to accidentally mess up your mind even more
He knows you’d hate it if he knew how insecure you were
But it’s not his fault you’re not good at hiding it
So he stands by
Little acts of kindness on bad days
Flowers that have no allergens, fruit to make you feel healthy physically
But he can’t do this forever
Watch you suffer in your own head
So he steps in quietly
He’s not a main attraction type of guy
So he’ll help from the sides
And when you suddenly feel better about yourself?
Just know Doc is stitching up some patient while being proud of you for beating stupid thoughts
#bsd x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya x reader#bsd chuuya#bsd fanfic#chuuya nakahara#chuuya x fem!reader#chuuya x you#chuuya stormbringer#stormbringer x reader#bungou stray dogs stormbringer#bsd stormbringer#doc bsd#doc x reader#albatrossxreader#albatross bsd#iceman bsd#iceman x reader#pianomanxreader#piano man bsd#lippmannxreader
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Txt Reaction to sleeping with you for the first time (18+)
Genre: sexual romance; fluff & smut
Warnings: SMUT, sex, hard dom, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it for you tap it folks)
Description: Txt members reaction to sleeping with you for the first time
Pairing : Gn x txt
Yeonjun
- he’s so passionate for you
- He would make sure to take his time around your whole body, kissing you, leaving small hickeys everywhere, he wants you to feel how much he loves you
- “Look what you did to me baby” AHHH
- He would be so soft at first, and slowly become more rough, not a bad rough though, just very passionate
- It would be very hard to control himself, he would have to remind himself not to cum to soon, like he was already close when he first put it in LOL
- but you would just be too good, he would praise you endlessly and treat you like straight royalty, “You’re making me feel so good baby”
- he would make SURE you finish before him, and after he would get you some water and lots of cuddles, maybe even put on a movie and remind you how much he loves you
Soobin
- He would be SHYYY at first, so he would let you take initiative first, then he would take control
- Consent is very important to him, so he would ask multiple times if something is okay, or if you like what he’s doing
- Kisses all over 100%
- He’s such a soft dom, even though he’s on top he’d still be a moaning mess from you
- He’s very soft and intimate, he feels so much closer to you while he’s inside you
- When both of you are close, he would definitely like to keep eye contact until both of you finish, just seeing all of the passion in your eyes makes him so weak
- He definitely says “I love you” when he finishes, and even after he will remind you how much he loves you and that he’s only here to please you (aftercare KING fr)
Beomgyu
- He’s a such a tease “if you want it baby you gotta tell me”
- He would kiss you and tease you until you are literally begging him to fuck you
- It would be so hard for him to keep his composure, he just wants to fuck you dumb but he knows it’s your guys’ first time so he holds it back
- He would slam into you at first, making you scream in pleasure “That’s what I like to hear baby”
- He’s such a dirty talker, “You like that baby?” “You like my cock inside of you?”
- He would pull out when you’re close just to hear you beg, “How bad do you want it baby? Tell me”
- But after though he would be so soft and sweet to you, He would ask you if you’re okay and if he made you uncomfortable at anytime, “I love you so much princess/prince”
Taehyun
- he’s naturally a giver, he would please you in and out with the best foreplay ever
- imagine him at the end of the bed, just dragging you by your legs to the end of the bed before putting his mouth to work on you
- “Can I? Please” Before he pushes his dick inside of you
- He LOVESSS when you say his name, especially when he’s close, he will literally cum on sight if you moan out his name
- Hes also very intimate and passionate, but he’s such a softy too, he would remind you how much he loves you and how good you’re making him feel the whole time
- He’s such a slut for eye contact, like just staring into you eyes and seeing you fall apart around him makes him so weak
- After he would kiss your forehead and hold you tight, (Aftercare KING pt.2) He would praise you endlessly on how good you made him felt and how much he loves you
Huening Kai
- He’s so nervous
- He just wants to make you feel good, even if it takes away from him
- Honestly I think you would be on top at first, just because he was so nervous and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable
- Every once in a while, he would buck his hips so deep into you uncontrollably because it feel so good
- “I’m sorry baby, I just couldn’t help it, you feel so good”
- Both of you would finish pretty quickly, he would finish a little bit before you, and he would be getting so loud before he finished, screaming out your name over and over like a mantra
- After he would be so soft, “I love you so much angel” He would hold you I think you guys would fall asleep shortly afterwards
#kpop#txt#tomorrow x together#tomorrow x together reactions#txt react#txt x oc#txt oneshots#txt reaction#txt fanfic#txt smut#txt fluff#txt imagines#txt post#tomorrow x together smut#tomorrow x together react#txt reacts#yeonjun#beomgyu#soobin#taehyun#huening kai#ithinkabouttzu
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desire - kim seungmin | next
genre: suggestive, fwb | pairing: seungmin x female reader | warnings: swearing, perv!seungmin (stealing panties and being a peeping tom, feeling y/n up in a dark classroom), implied thick reader | words: 1,405
☀︎ your deskmate, seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself during class.
note: this ended up longer than i thought lol, sorry in advance...
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it was friday afternoon, your last class and your professor was letting the class relax since he gave you all an exam the day before that was really stressing everyone out, including him who had to grade everything today. so instead of starting a new lesson, he decided that he’s put on a movie while he started grading. seungmin had a few classes with you. he always chose to sit next to or near you since you were at least a little bit acquainted and it didn’t seem like he had many friends so you just let him.
he was nice to you. you liked having his company on days when your friends weren’t there. he’d offer to bring you water bottles or snacks when you studied in the library on late nights. he was a really nice guy.
when he walked into class today, you were already sitting at your table. the lights were dimmed low but you could see the friendly smile he gave you. “hey, seung.” you started
“hey. what are we doing today? everyone looks slumped.” he says, putting his bag down on the floor next to his chair as he sits
“oh, we’re just watching a movie since the teacher has stuff to grade.”
“ooh, okay. is it any good?”
“it’s okay i guess, not much has played yet and to be honest i haven’t paid much attention to it.” you chuckled, laying your head on the table facing him
“i see. well, how was your day?” he asked sweetly, laying his head on the table as well
“it’s been pretty good actually. but i didn’t see you barely at all, where’ve you been?”
“i’m glad. and ah, i was busy studying for business math. you know how that goes.” he jokingly rolls his eyes
“mm, yeah it sucks.”
“yup.”
“you wanna know something weird though?” you ask
“sure..?”
“okay so, i went to the gym like i usually do. well duh, you know because you go in the same hour as me- anyways, after my workout i went to shower, and when i got out, i couldn’t find some of my clothes.”
“like... the dirty ones?”
“yes. i was like.. who the fuck?”
“did you leave them on a bench or in your locker?”
“on the bench, but they’ve never been stolen before. so i’m guessing one of those frat boys took it for their rush or something. it’s whatever, i guess.” you shrug
“damn, that’s sick as fuck.” seungmin frowns
but the truth was, he was trying to keep his composure since he was the one who took your sweaty gym clothes. specifically your underwear. he’d never gone as far as stealing before. only sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you changed, or through your bedroom window at night. giving him easy access since you neglected to get a pair of blinds in your dorm. he usually admires you during classes or in between them. how beautiful you looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.
“yeah, but it’s fine, really. it’s not like i can’t just buy another pair of underwear- shit, sorry. i didn’t even mention that before, i don’t know why i told you that-” you stammered
“y/n, it’s fine. we’re friends, right?”
“yes.” you cleared your throat
“okay then, it’s all good.” he smiled
that damn smile. why is he so handsome?
“you’re good at this.”
“at what?” he questions
“comforting people, me. you’re such a smooth talker, you know.”
“well, i try.” he smirks
fuck. y/n, calm down. he’s just a friend. right?
“you don’t date, do you?” you sit up
“not particularly, no. but if i see a cute girl, i might shoot my shot.”
he nudges you on the shoulder when he speaks. shit. is he flirting now?
“how about you? i haven’t really seen you with anyone, i mean, except hyunjin sometimes...” he says low
is he... jealous? maybe you’re over analyzing things...
“no, you’re right. i’m not seeing anyone right now and i’m not apposed to dating or even hookups but i guess nobody else seemed interested.” you reply
“you sure about that?” he leans closer to you now
“you’re not... interested in me, are you?”
“maybe i am. what would that mean to you?”
you could feel your face heating up, cheeks burning in a deep red. as well as the heat between your legs growing stronger.
fuck. kim seungmin, the man you are...
“...yeah- i mean, you’re a charmer for sure. you’re not joking, though right?”
“now why would i do that? you’re gorgeous, y/n. and anyways, i’ve had a crush on you for a while now. not sure how you haven’t noticed until now.” his eyebrows drew together
“really?” you question
“do i have to show you, y/n?” he leans in closer now, so close that you can feel his breath on your face.
it was making your head spin. the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller as the conversation goes on.
“i wouldn’t be opposed.” you whisper
“you sure?” he whispers back
“just kiss me already.”
and he does. sure, he looks and acts sweet but right now he’s taking his time with you. kissing you slowly and drawing you in to face him more by your waist.
your panties must be soaked now, and he knows it. knows how much of an effect he has on you already. he should, he’s been observing you for so long so he knows just what to fo to drive you crazy. can’t wait fuck you dumb.
his hands are resting on the small of your back now and you whine into the kiss. it makes him draw back.
“why’d you stop?” you said in a breathy tone
“there’s other people in room. don’t wanna get carried away, do we?” he smirks
“...right” you look away from him, scanning the room
“the class ends soon, so don’t worry. but i’ve got an idea.”
“oh?”
“let me hold onto your thigh till the end of class?”
“seungmin...”
“don’t be shy.” his eyes focused on the short hem of your short skirt that now rides up your thighs. oh so beautifully.
“okay. yes- you can do it.”
“don’t worry, i’ll be gentle.”
he scooted closer to where you were on the bench seating. only about an inch or two worth of space between the two of you. enough room for his hand to reach your thigh.
he played it safe at first, softly placing a hand on your right thigh. just resting it there, scanning your face for discomfort.
“you’re soft...” is all he managed to say before you were parting your thighs for him, ever so slightly. but he got the hint and subtly moved his hand closer to your core.
“fuck. you’re already soaked for me and i haven’t even started yet.”
neither of you were looking at each other, pretending to pay attention to the movie that was still playing. it only seemed to have about ten minutes left anyways so it didn’t seem to matter.
oh, how glad you were to have picked a spot in the very back of the class. but still nervous that someone would catch onto what the two of you were doing back there.
you could feel seungmin lifting up your skirt a little higher, inching his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. so close. so close to where you wanted him to be. he squeezed your thigh, making you impulsively squeeze your thighs together. on his hand... giving him even more access.
it didn’t last for long though. no. he forced your thighs back open, even wider than they were before with the single hand that was resting there before.
“damn, you’re such a tease.” he huffed, “don’t tease... your teasing is torture, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”
luckily for you, the bell rang and your professor told everyone they could leave. seungmin let go of you, getting up and grabbing his bag, waiting for you to do the same. once you did, you could feel your thighs sticking together. there was no way he didn’t notice. his gaze on you was hungry, needy. he wanted you, needed you.
he held out his hand, signaling you to grab it. “wanna get out of here? my apartment is near campus.”
“absolutely.”
he didn’t have to ask you twice. you wanted him too.
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{Cuddles with Enhypen}
(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ~ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)
Warning: none
𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠
*he loves them alot, especially at night. After a long day he can lay in bed and wait for you to cuddle him! He will watch you walk into the bed room then throws his arms open to invite you in.
Normally you both lay face to face since you both adore staring at each other which may sound creepy but “who wouldn’t stare”
Sometimes he’s sad or really tired so he will lay on his side sulking (waiting for you to hold him) to which you come up behind him in bed to spoon him while you whisper about how much you love him and how proud you are, which will lead to red faces and cute giggles~
𝐉𝐚𝐲
*loves cuddling you on days off, don’t get me wrong he loves cuddling anytime he can but during days off comforts him so much he feels so calm with you on his chest or his on yours.
The first thing he does on a break day is demand you to take the day off too, after a few hours of begging you’ll give in, after you make sure you both eat breakfast the first thing he will do is drag you to the couch, turn on a movie, and will trap you there
You laying on top of him dragging your hand up and down his waist makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9, and you know it does. During bad days he will be on your chest, pouting, praying for you to play with his hair which you’ll gladly do~
𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞
*god he’s such a sweet boy he wants to cuddle all the time, you have gone days with him following you all around the house hugging your back or grabbing your arm
Like your tryna make tea with a full grown man clung to your back waiting for you to be done so you can go back to bed and cuddle properly.
Once your done making your tea you’ll turn to him waiting for the inevitable. “plEase can we go cuddle again?” Of course. Waking to bed with him trailing behind you like a puppy
You can’t even lay down before he basically jumps on you, also will fall asleep unbelievable fast in your arms it’s honestly cute.
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧
* “I don’t want to cuddle today..” three seconds later he is under the covers clinging onto your waist-
He wants to act all calm and closed of be he ain’t fooling you, so when u suggested cuddling for a while since you missed him you weren’t suprised when he said no at first, but it took one look from you to make him cave.
“That’s what I thought” you taunt as he holds onto you for dear life, not making eye contact with you of course but wil ask for you to hold him and talk a little bit, the next day he will deny everything (ofc)
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨
*normally you ask and he will be so cocky about it, but once you change your mind he takes back everything he said and will literally lay in bed and saying “I’m waiting?” In a sassy tone
“Yeah whos cringe now?” You say. He’s such a bed hog tho, you have to manhandle him into the right position he’s none the wiser of how much space he takes up
Ones he’s finally given you enough room to lay down he will wrap around you like a slap on wrist band. He’s so fast with it, it’s almost like hes scare you’ll disappear if he doesn’t wrap around your body ASAP
Other than the little fights he puts up he is such a soft cuddler and loves to be held while his arms are around your shoulders
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧
*also a little sassy lassy (I’m so fucking sorry😭) he’s a little back talker which is funny because he refuses to be anything other than small spoon
“Why would I wanna do that?🧐” 2 minutes later his back is to your chest and your arms are around his waist, but he needs to feel like he won so every now and then you’ll hear a “I’m doing this cuz I love you not cuz I like it 😒” but he’ll shut up real quick when you kiss his neck.
𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢
*he cuddles anywhere but bed, he like to sprawl out at night so it hard to cuddle during then, but he always walks up to you when your watching TV to tug on your arm which mean “lay down” basically, then he will just flop on you to watch TV with you or he will just look at your face intensely and when you ask what he’s up to he hums n shrugs his shoulders with a little smile.
Or when your doing whatever at your desk he will sit in your lap facing you while his legs are slinged through the chair arms and his arms are around your waist.
Mostly does that when he is sleepy or just wants company, barely says a word to maybe a thank you or a I love you randomly but other then that he is quiet which means he’s calm and feels safe.
Hii this was mostly for my own entertainment so it’s very soft- also peep the new lay out?!😎
Anywayss ima post more enhypen and other groups more! Next post will most likely be NCT dream fake texts cuz it’s easier?!?!
Byee sweetiess
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i love your proposal drabbleeee! could i get another about time based one where theyre planning the wedding? happy 1k!! i love u and the movie so much<3
honeymooning – cl16
You find a creative way to quickly plan your wedding.
auds here... ik i said that was the last req but i have so many im just ignoring jshdhs and i just rewatched about time so this was Birthed... sorry
“We’ve officially broken the world record for time spent engaged and not married,” you announce, walking into the living room of your flat in a hoodie and loose pajamas.
Charles looks up from where he’d been reviewing something—finances for the team, if you recall correctly—and adjusts his reading glasses (that he will never admit he has to use.) And he laughs, like this is all a joke. You place your hands on your hips, rolling on the balls of your feet as you stare at him menacingly.
“I am not joking. The only thing we’ve—you’ve—decided about our wedding is that I’m going to be walking down the aisle to some weird song you heard in The Godfather.”
“A lovely song,” he interjects, watching you walk until you’re just a few metres in front of him.
“Absolutely not.” You pause, breathing slowly. “And we have no other mutual free days for a while. So here’s the deal—for every decision you make about the wedding, I take one article of clothing off.”
He laughs outwardly, nodding and setting aside the thick stack of paper he’d been perusing. “Deal. You have my attention.” He settles further into the chair, staring at you with want and amusement.
“Um, okay. Where do we get married?” You smile.
“Italy. Everyone knows everyone here in Monaco, and everywhere else is too far.”
“Okay,” you agree, wrestling the hoodie off and revealing your bra underneath. “Good.”
“You’re beautiful,” he says quickly before you slide into the next prompt.
“Sweet talker,” you retort, settling your thumbs into the drawstring of your trousers and readying them to pull downward. “Alright. Band or DJ?”
“Oh, shit.” He thinks. “Band. It’s got to be band. And if that goes to shit we plug in a phone and play Spotify the rest of the night.”
You laugh, nodding in agreement. “Smart,” you huff out, pulling your pajamas down. He stares, eyes running up and down, anticipatory. Fingers make their way to the clasp of your bra and you mull over the next question. You’ve both settled on a few things—catering and cake and the like—so you skip over those. Then you remember the reason why your guestlist remains unfinished and unfinalized.
“Best man?”
“Oh, nooo,” he moans. “Damn, no.”
“I need an answer,” you sing-song, playing with the clasp. “Or these stay covered all night.”
“It’s too hard, beautiful,” he groans, covering his face with his hands. “Okay. Fuck, okay—Joris.”
“Your choice,” you say, brows raised.
“He’s going to make a fool out of me during his speech, isn’t he.”
“Very likely.”
“Okay, no—Lorenzo.”
“You sure?”
“No—no, Pierre. Pierre.” He nods once. “Pierre.”
“Pierre, final answer,” you say smilingly, unclasping your bra. He smiles, giddy when he finally gets to see almost all of you.
“Yeeee—no, no, Lorenzo.”
“What?!” Your hands flee to cover your breasts and you narrow your eyes at him. “You are such a—that is cheating. Cheating!”
He just laughs, shrugging his shoulders as if to say what can you do. You roll your eyes, but maintain composure, nodding slowly. “Alright… oh, honeymoon.”
“Uh, uuuh—five days in Paris,” he says eventually, grinning.
“Oh, these panties are not coming off for Paris.” Granted, it’s a beautiful city, but both you and Charles are there nearly all the time for work, and it’s so near Monaco it’s basically the same thing.
“It’s all I can do for my schedule,” he retorts, insistent. “Take off your panties.”
He has a glint in his eye that strikes both amusement and competition in you.
“I will not,” you shoot, smiling and stepping backwards once, hands still covering your chest.
“Take! Off! Your panties!” He hollers, getting up and making a beeline for you. You squeal, turning around and bounding up the stairs toward your bedroom; he’s hot on your tail, laughing.
“Never!” You yelp, a high-pitched sound as you take refuge in the bedroom. “I want three weeks in Hawaii!”
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secreto de amor IX
chapter 9! read chapter 8 here
i’m sorry yall!😭we’re slowly getting back to business
after you finished, you had decided to let connie take you to your appointment with his car. you’ve never been in it before but it looked really new, even had the smell and everything. but that could’ve also been because of the car fresheners he had strung up on the mirror.
once you got there, you texted the braider to let her know you were there. you’ve been to her quite a few times so the interactions were routine.
“welp, i’ll be back in about.. 8 hours.”
“8 hours?”
“it probably won’t take that long, she braids fast. i thought you didn’t have anything to do though?”
connie cleared his throat. “i don’t.” you didn’t really want him waiting in the car all that time so you asked if he could come in and sit with you. the braider approved before allowing you to enter the small shed.
you introduced connie to your braider as your friend and the two of them conversed while she started on your hair. since you weren’t much of a talker, you only had input for the conversation occasionally. when you hair was finished and it was time to leave, you reached in your purse to give her the cash but connie beat you to it.
“why did you do that?”
“do what?”
“pay for my hair. i didn’t ask you to do that.”
“i know, silly. i just wanted to do it.” you felt bad because you knew you would want to do something in return. when people did stuff for you, you just had a desire to return the favor even if they don’t ask or expect it. “i don’t want anything in return by the way. you have that guilty look on your face.”
“thank you.”
connie shrugged. “no problem. you hungry?”
the two of you decided on a burger place and since you didn’t wanna eat inside for some reason, connie parked in an abandoned parking lot and you two ate in his car.
“can’t believe you let me eat in this nice ass car. i must be special.” you smiled as you put fries in your mouth.
“you are.” you were joking but he wasn’t. you didn’t know what to say exactly so you looked away from him and out the window as you sipped on your sweet tea.
“anyways, you going home after you drop me off?”
“depends. do you want me to go home?”
you shrugged. “don’t really care. do what you want.” a smile crept into connie’s face.
“i guess i’m not going home.” he took another bite of his burger and a sip of his drink. you nearly smiled but fixed it right when you couldn’t realize why you were smiling. you probably knew why but didn’t want to admit it.
“cool.”
after eating, the both of you went back to the apartment.
“i hope you know i’m going to my room sooo, i don’t know what you’re gonna do.”
“we can’t hang out?”
“hang out?” you turned to him. you were about to be mean until you realized that you were working on being nicer to him because he wanted to get to know you more. sometimes you really hated making new friends.
“yeah, like watch a movie or sum.” you looked around before agreeing.
“sure. what movie?” connie took off his shoes by the door before plopping onto the couch and grabbing the remote. you followed suit.
“encanto!” you looked at him like he was crazy. you thought he’d say something you know kids haven’t seen a billion times.
“really?” his smile faded and you immediately felt bad about your reaction.
“yeah…what’s wrong with encanto? you’ve never seen it?”
“i have but it was a while ago—“
“well we’re watching it again c’mon.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you in closer. you were gonna resist but you accepted it, resting on his chest throughout the movie.
you and connie sat through an unintentional disney movie marathon with one movie after the next. while you were awake and paying attention to princess and the frog playing on the screen, connie was steady dosing off.
“connie.” you nudged him and his eyes opened slowly. “you wanted to sit up here and watch movies and you falling asleep?”
“i-i’m not sleep…just resting my eyes.” you rolled your eyes as you looked back up at the tv.
“you wanna lay d—“ you were interrupted by his soft snores. you watched a bit as his chest silently rose and fell. his long eyelashes still and his left arm draped lazily over you while his other propped up his head on the armrest of the couch. you got up to go get a blanket before sitting back down and carefully moving connie’s body to where his head rested comfortably in your lap and you placed the blanket over the both of you before watching the rest of the movie. you fell asleep too after a while
you woke up the next morning before connie because you had to go to work that afternoon. connie was still sound asleep in your lap so you were careful not to wake him as you moved his head from your lap to a pillow before adjusting the blanket over him. although you weren’t too sure about connie and the person he was in the beginning, now you were starting to realize that he wasn’t that bad. just like he claimed.
you took a shower and did the rest of your hygiene stuff before putting on your clothes for work and heading out. on the way, you called jean.
“hey, i tried calling you last night.”
“what happened to hi? hello? good morning?”
“sorry. good morning, my darling sister!” jean raised the pitch of his voice and you instantly winced.
“don’t ever do that again. i was watching a movie with connie and we fell asleep.”
“…together?” maybe you should’ve kept the falling asleep with connie thing private.
“um.. we were on the couch and we just fell asleep.”
“together though?”
“yeah?”
“did you do anything else?”
“nope. just a movie.” jean had no choice but to trust you. if something happened, he couldn’t do anything about it until he got back.
“what movie?”
“encanto.” jean laughed.
“i bet he picked it out.”
“he did. but we watched a bunch of other movies too.”
“cool, i’m glad yall are getting along. you miss me yet?”
“not really.” you joked just to hear his reaction.
“liar.” you and jean continued your conversation until you arrived at the workplace.
you got home later that day to see connie still in the apartment, laying on the couch.
“why are you still here?” you asked as you took your shoes off by the door.
“why did you leave me on the couch last night like i was some whore?” he whined and got up from the couch, walking towards you.
“you were sleeping so good, didn’t wanna wake you.” connie didn’t know if you were trying to be sentimental on purpose but he liked it.
“sure. well if you want me gone so bad, i go to work later on tonight.” a part of you was relieved that you’d finally have the place to yourself again but the other part of you was a little sad because you were starting to like having him around a lot. which was weird because you thought you didn’t like him like that. thought.
“like actual work or…?”
“actual work. i work at amazon, remember? thought you were a good listener.”
“i am. want some noodles?” you offered, getting out bowls and noodle packs out on the counter.
connie shrugged. “sure.”
you and connie sat down and ate, then after you ate, you talked and watched tv with him until it was closed to the time he had to leave for work.
“y/n…” connie nudged you softly as you slept on the couch while he was on the way out. “i’m gone.” and with that he left. connie didn’t wanna leave you and all he could really think about was coming back to you when he got off.
by the time he came back to the apartment, you had gotten up from the couch to get in bed. he went to your room and knocked on your door before opening it slightly when you hadn’t came to it. you were sleeping hard so he went to jean’s room to sleep himself.
#aot#aot x reader#black reader#aot x black reader#connie springer#aot connie#connie springer x black reader#connie springer x black y/n
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Hii!
For the Spotify Wrapped Game 2023: 55 and Charles please and thank u ❤️
Hiya!!! Thank u for your request!
Song 55 - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out // The Smiths
Lol I’ve already written a Lance fic by the same name set in a zombie apocalypse AU so it somehow seems only right to make this a zombie fic too but with Charles instead! Enjoy 😊
Trigger warning for mild violence
“Get behind me!” You yell at the man running hastily towards you.
The horde of zombies chasing him snarl and grunt as they continue to tear down the hallway in your direction, their eyes devoid of a soul, leaving only the feeling of desperate hunger.
“What are you doing?” He asks, as you search through your bag as fast as you can.
“Saving your ass,” you mutter as you finally find the item you were looking for - a flare.
You quickly light the flare and the bright white light sends the zombies into a panicked frenzy, and they attempt to retreat as fast as they possibly can, climbing over one another in a great mound of flesh. They scramble for the door, desperate to escape the only source of light in the cramped corridor.
“Okay, let’s go,” you say as you pick up your bag and head for the stairwell.
“Uh, thanks, for saving me there,” the man says, and you nod.
“Don’t mention it. There’s enough of those fuckers out there for me to deal with, helps me saving you as it’s one less zombie for me to fight,” you say, and his face drops.
The two of you continue to head up the stairwell towards the roof in silence, before he breaks it once again.
“I’m Charles,” he says.
“(Y/N),”
You crack the hatch for the roof, and send Charles up the ladder first, before following him out into the cool night air.
“How did you know the flare would scare them?” He asks.
“I’ve watched a lot of movies,” you reply with a small smile as you set your bag down and once again begin to rifle through it.
“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” He says, and you chuckle.
“Not really. Not anymore,” you say as you stand up and look at him properly for the first time.
He was probably the most attractive man you’d ever seen, and your eyes linger on his features for a little longer than you wanted them to.
Charles notices you looking, and raises his eyebrows at you, and you suddenly snap out of your trance. You inhale sharply and return to your plan, tossing the second flare you had taken from your bag between your hands.
“I have a ride out of here on its way. I guess you wanna come with me, right?” You ask, and Charles nods.
“I don’t really want to stay here with those guys,” Charles says with a slight chuckle as he gestures towards the stairwell.
“Yeah, that makes sense,” you say with a small chuckle as you realise how ridiculous your previous question was.
“So, I just gotta light a flare so they know which roof to land on. They should be here in,” you check your watch, “three minutes.”
“Great,” Charles says. For a moment he doesn’t say anything more, but he feels compelled to show you his gratitude. “Thanks again, for, you know, saving me.”
“Like I said, don’t mention it. I could save you, so I did. Us humans gotta stick together, right?” You say with a small chuckle.
Despite yourself, you found yourself warming up to Charles. You hadn’t met a person like him since the apocalypse hit. Despite everything, he still seemed kind. You used to be kind. You sigh.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yeah fine, sorry,” you say as you snap out of your thoughts.
You check your watch once again and head to the centre of the helipad, before lighting the flare.
The bright white light stands out in the darkness of the night, a beacon in the dark, a beacon of your salvation.
For a few moments, you see and hear nothing, until the sound of a helicopter’s propellors begin to become louder and louder, and you watch as it begins to descend from above you.
Charles runs over to join you as you signal to the pilot that it was safe to land.
“(Y/N), we have a problem,” Charles says nervously as he gestures towards the door of the stairwell.
You watch as the door begins to splinter and crack.
“Fuck, they found us!” You yell, as you gesture for the pilot to drop the ladder for the two of you to climb up.
With a loud crack, the door breaks down, and the horde of zombies flood out onto the roof like a wave of teeth and limbs.
“Go, go, go!” You yell at Charles as you push him towards the ladder, and he begins to climb.
You keep your eyes fixed on the zombies as they clumsily run nearer and nearer to you.
“(Y/N)!” Charles shouts, and you turn to see the bottom rungs of the ladder empty.
Hastily, you begin your climb as Charles finally makes it inside the helicopter.
“Get us out of here!” You shout, and the pilot begins his ascent.
As you continue to climb, you feel something grab your foot, and you look down to see the gnarled arm of a zombie pawing at you, trying to pull you down into the pool of zombies below.
Frantically, you kick and kick, but the zombie doesn’t leave you alone, it’s damage jaw opening and closing as it attempts to graze your flesh.
“Fucking let go!” You yell as you struggle to maintain your grip on the rungs of the ladder as you thrash to get rid of the zombie.
“(Y/N), grab my hand!” Charles shouts as he reaches down, extending his hand towards yours.
Shakily, you release one hand from the rung of the ladder, and grip his hand tightly.
With both his and your own strength combined, you manage to escape the grips of the zombie, and with a swift kick, it falls to the horde below.
Charles pulls you up into the helicopter, and the two of you topple over onto one another, both breathing heavily as the adrenaline in your bodies slowly dissipates.
“Fuck, that was close,” you say, before you begin to chuckle lightly.
“Yeah, it was,” Charles says as he looks up at you, his eyes briefly flicking to your own before looking away nervously.
“I should… probably get off you now,” You chuckle as you roll off of him and lay on your back as you still attempt to catch your breath.
Now free of the zombie, the helicopter takes off into the night sky, taking both you and Charles to a place of safety and salvation.
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Hi! If you’re doing recom matchups, I’d like to ask for one please!
I’m an infp, and I’m on the short side. I have curly dark hair and brown eyes, I’m a little on the thicker side and tend to look pretty soft/approachable. I’m a bit of a daydreamer and spend a lot of time in my head, which does end up making me the kind of person to do things at my own pace. Some of my interests are scary movies, a good cult classic, fashion, and rock music. I’m also very caring and tend to be the kind of person that people come to when they need to talk about anything, I may be shy at first but after I warm up to people I’m the type to make them laugh or smile whenever I can so I’d use the word cozy to describe myself. I’d also say I’m a bit of a worrywart at times when it comes to things I care about, as well as someone who is never the type to make the first move because I’m very passive and patient most of the time. I’m a great listener but I’m also a bit of a talker, and I can’t stop myself from making jokes despite a good amount of them not being the funniest. I’m overall pretty soft most of the time but can have a bit of an attitude and mouth on me if I feel it’s warranted.
If you do end up doing a match up for me, I’d like to say thank you!
Hellohello!
I'm sorry for the late reply, I was away with my family.
So I ship you with multiple recoms. (I don't know your sexuality, so just ignore the ones if you're not into guys/girls)
Prager & Walker: I think you three would daydream together. But like, you would make a whole ass date out of it. Like a picknick, lying on blanket and just staring to the sky, lost in your own thoughts.
Ja: I think he would share your interests. Like rock music and fashion. He's not extremely into fashion, but he likes to carefully choose his outfits, often showing his mood through his clothes. I think that he would love to go shopping with you, both because he wants to spent time with you and because you two do 'fashion shows' in the dressingroom, which he really likes. If you're unsure about some clothing because of your figure, he'd insist that you look beautiful. He'd make you say that you look beautiful and he won't let it go until you have convinced yourself.
Lopez & Brown: They manage to make you open up within minutes of meeting them. Simply because they make you comfortable. They'd drag you into all kinds of mischief. And if you make a joke, they'd be the ones laughing the hardest. If no one else was laughing they'd have a talk with them.
What do you think? Are they the ones you like and were hoping for?
#avatar recoms#recom ja#recom brown#recom lopez#recom prager#recom walker#recom ja x reader#recom brown x reader#recom lopez x reader#recom prager x reader#recom walker x reader
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goblet of fire thoughts !!!
(my first watch as a marauders fan. spoilers obviously.)
writing my thoughts down bc i’m a Talker during movies and my family is not watching with me
barty <3 i’m trying not to lose it rn
this is the skin of a killer bella (i’ve never seen twilight)
lucius’ hair is so luscious
morsmordre is the coolest word ever idec
oooohhh cho chang (i hate her name so much fuck jkr)
isn’t it funny that ron has a crush on fleur and then she married ron’s brother
fred and george my pookies
eeeee moody (barty)
this is an age line 🤓
krumione is so funny to me
lowk do not like ron in this movie
HARRYDIDYOUPUTYOURNAMEINTHEGOBLETOFFIRE
rita! if only this movie had quillkiller
knowing exactly what size a broom cupboard is is important for future writings
“my eyes aren’t glistening with the ghosts of my past”
sirius!!!!!
neville <3
i’m not an owl 🦉🤓😠
ron is so sirius
i’m a draco girl im so sorry i can’t help myself he’s so fine
moody (barty) is so real i love him
i never realized how far away the quidditch pitch is from hogwarts
trying to figure out how im gonna write this in the context of the marauders
krum is so
when dumbledore calls barty crouch sr ‘barty’ it messes with me so much
these mini dragons are so cutie
the way harry just destroyed part of the castle
brb memorizing the gryffindor common room layout
harry smiling at cho and then the pumpkin juice falls out of his mouth 😭😭😭
RON’S DRESS ROBES
love ginny
mcgonagall teaching dance lessons
fred and george are so sirius and james
i love neville so much i would happily go to the yule ball with him
ew snape boooo 🍅
harry 😭
RON 😭😭😭 “you know how i like it when they walk”
padma and pavarti’s outfits EAT
guys i know hermione’s dress in the book is blue but in the movie it HAS to be pink ok
MRS NORRIS HAS RED EYES?!
i used to have a crush on moaning myrtle
love neville
harry turning into a little half mermaid
my dad just walked in and said “that’s the dream” (turning into a half mermaid when you swim)
harry is so james for trying to save everyone
fred and george calling harry “moral fiber”
barty crouch sr and moody (barty) 😧
THE TRIAL SCENE AHHHH
“evan rosier is dead” 💔
rip frank and alice
“give me a wretched name! BARTY CROUCH…… junior”
barty is so fine ahhhhhh
the way he just flicks his tongue 😭
barty and sirius would’ve been best friends in azkaban
cassandra but it’s harry about his dreams
oh no this is the part where cedric dies
this movie reminds me of the cursed child because of That One Part
“periculum” red sparks remember that
“kill the spare” 💔
rip robert pattinson you will be missed
voldemort’s fetus body getting thrown in the cauldron 😭
why did they have to make wormtail so ugly like
tom riddle was a hottie why’d he have to turn into a snake man
brooo put your dogs away
voldy’s manicure eats lowkey
i forget how small the dark mark is on their arm
death eater outfits are so funky
lucius 😧
lily mention 💔
“i can touch you know” voldy he’s 14
ooooo duel
james ☹️
lily ☹️
his eyes really are glistening with the ghosts of his past
“i don’t think i said anything about a graveyard professor”
the trunk is cool
moody (barty) turning to barty We Are So Back
he’s so babygirl
the way barty just escaped azkaban and no one noticed 😭
you can tell dumbledore isn’t straight because he stands like [see picture below]
and it’s over
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This is pretty sad and personal, but I had to put my dog down recently, and I was wondering if you could do how the MIW guys would comfort you.
It's completely understandable if you're uncomfortable with something like this
Absolutely, I’m sorry it took me awhile to answer this. I just lost someone myself and have been pretty checked out unfortunately 😫
Vin: I feel like he’d be the silent comforter. Choosing to sit there with you, hold you, play with your hair, just silently be there while you let everything out. As you talk through your thoughts and memories, as you cry…. Just wanting you to know he’s there but also not wanting to say anything and accidentally make you feel worse.
Rick: I feel like he’d be the distraction. Hey, instead of focusing on that I need your help chopping vegetables for dinner, let’s make something, let’s go for a walk, etc. basically the type to try and take your mind off it all to try and keep you distracted and busy.
Justin: I feel like he’d be the talker, ask you questions about the person or pet that you list, want to know about your memories with them, the good times so that you can think of something positive rather than the negative right now. He’d try his best to get you to talk about it while you grieve instead of you just holding everything in.
Ryan: 100% acts of service, I’m convinced he’d be the one who’d bring you treats that are your favorites, watch your favorite movies/show with you, help cook you dinner on the nights you’re just so emotional it’s the last thing on your mind, help you keep up on housework you let go while grieving, etc.
Chris: for some reason I feel like he’d be a bit of all of these, whatever you need is what he would do. If that means you need a distraction then hey, let’s make brownies at 2am (I’m totally thinking of the one Rugrats clip right now). If you need someone to sit there and let you just cry about it then he’ll be there holding you. If he thinks you need a pick me up well, you might get sent flowers or something. I feel like he is just one that is so in tune with his partner that he would more so want to know what would be the most helpful and that’s what he’d do.
#motionless in white headcanons#vinny mauro fanfiction#Chris motionless fanfiction#ricky olson fanfiction#Justin morrow fanfiction#Ryan sitkowski fanfiction#writing this in the school pick up line while waiting for my kid 😂
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I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight
Masterlist
Part I~ our very last kiss
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Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x fem reader / Austin Butler x fem reader
Warnings: cursing, assault, alcohol, strong language, anxiety, fluff, angst… hope that’s all
Plot: life isn’t just pain and unfairness, you just needed someone to show you that.
Word count: 3250+
Disclaimer: I’m not making assumptions about Austin or his behavior, but this was the best way to continue the fic, since y’all really wanted a part two. There was no way I could’ve made reader forgive Austin, sorry.
You promised yourself to never see him again, but as fate would have it, you met Timothee a few months ago and now you are at the premiere of his movie. A movie in which your ex, if you can call him that, stars. You and Timothee connected through mutual friends, Zendaya invited you over at her house for a little gathering and he was there. The two of you talked the entire night and you were truly smitten with him, he's so nice, a true gentleman. You can't help the smile that shows up when you think about that night. It was the first time you smiled since months of constant crying.
~flashback~
You are sitting on the edge of the pool, champagne glass in hand and feet moving around in the water. Zendaya invited you to this party and you really wanted to say 'no', but you've been saying no too much. You need to move on with your life. At one point tonight, you had high hopes for the party, but then every single person you met, congratulated you on your Oscar performance in the Elvis movie and every single time it was like a punch in the gut. The news have gone quiet about the whole ordeal, but questions were still asked. Why weren't you at any of the awards? Why didn't you say thank you for your Oscar? Why have you disappeared from the world?
A person coming to sit close to you on the edge of the pool, interrupts your spiraling. Looking a the newcomer, you immediately recognize him. "Not much of a talker?" He asks and you simply blink at him. Is he trying to make fun of you? Insult you? "Me neither, I'm Timothee, by the way" he says smiling at you and you can't help that you heart skips a beat. "(Y/n)" you say taking his hand to shake, but he surprises you when he brings it up to his lips and kisses it. Wow his lips are soft, you think. "So what do you think of the champagne? Personally I told Daya to go with a cheaper brand, I don't know why but it tastes better than the fancy one." You smile at him, bringing your glass up to your lips to finally take a sip, since you've been just holding it for a while now. When the liquid touches your tongue, you can't help scrunching your nose in discomfort. "Oh yeah, I don't like it!" You say placing the glass next to you. Sharing a laugh with Timothee.
That was your first laugh since he, the one who shall not be named, happened to you. It was weird how good it felt. "So if you could pick one album to listen to, for the rest of your life, what would it be? And if you could add one song from another album to it, what would it be?" He ask. The question takes a minute to answer, you're really serious about music. "I guess I'd have to go with 'Red (Taylor's Version)' and I'd add.. hm" you take a moment to pick one song you'd like to add to make the story complete. He listens to you carefully, almost exited to hear the full answer. " 'Evermore' yeah, it fits" you finally say. Looking at him you see a glimmer in his eyes, something saying he wants to know the reason behind you choosing a break up album and an agonizingly sad song, but he doesn't ask. He's so respectful, he's the only one tonight to not bring Elvis up.
"You have good taste I'll give you that!" You smile, it feels so natural with him. "Ok what about you?" He shakes his head, brushing back some loose hair. "Naha I can't pick" you open your mouth in fake shock and giggle. "Not playing fair!" You say. He leans closer to you and whispering right in your ear, he says. "Ok, I'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret. I think I'd pick Adele's album 25 and I'd add 'Why'd you only call me when you're high' " you shiver as his hot breath touches your skin, but he seems to think it's the cold air, as in a minute the cardigan he has on rests on your shoulders. "Thank you!"
The rest of the night the two of you talked about everything and anything, not once did you think about you know who. You and Timothee exchanged numbers and he drove you home that night.
~end of flashback~
Over the course of three months the two of officially started dating and a few weeks ago paparazzi photographed you together. It's still a very private situation, but you wanted to be here for him tonight, to walk the carpet with him, hug him and tell him how amazing he did. You and him never really talked about what happened on the set of Elvis, but you suspect he has an idea what, or more specifically, who happened.
Smoothing over the fabric o your dress, you smile and look confident in the mirror. The skin color garment was picked to match Timothee and it did an amazing job at hugging you in all the right places. "Hi baby." Tim hugs you form behind, kissing your shoulder. His lips linger on your skin for a little longer, making you giggle with the ticklish feeling. "You look gorgeous!" You turn around in his arms to see his face. He looks as handsome as ever, curly hair framing his delicate features. "Hoping to match your beauty." You say, making him shake his head in disbelief. His lips touch yours, dancing in perfect sink with yours. It's slow and sweet, full of honest emotions, it makes your heart fill with joy, to know that you can in fact be loved by someone and it doesn't have to be pretend.
When you pull away to breathe in some air, he quickly gives you another kiss in the lips that only lasts a millisecond, before he kisses all over your face. Giggling you push against his chest. "Stop you'll smudge my makeup" he takes this as a sign to attack you neck next, making you break into a fit of laughter. Tim joins you, laughing in between kisses. Your fun is short lived as his publicist comes in, letting you know you're walking the carpet in 5 minutes. "I love you!" Timothee says, his tone so sincere it almost makes you fall to your knees, begging him to never stop saying that. The look in his eyes is one of pure adoration, like you're his most prized possession. "I love you too, now let's go, we gotta get you on the carpet."
He turns around to walk to the door and you pinch his butt, making him laugh. Before he can turn and do the same to you, you're out the door, running. Timothee is of course faster than you, so he catches you from behind and lifts you up bridal style. You're laughing so hard your stomach hurts. "Put me down!" You say through fits of laughter. "Naha you wanna be a brat, I'll treat you as such." He says kissing your cheek. "I'm sorry, I love you." You say as he slowly places you back on your feet. He backs you against the wall, both his hands resting on either side of your head. "How sorry?!" Tim brings his body flush with yours and you have to remind yourself you are going to walk in front on thousands of cameras. "I'll show you later" grabbing his suit jacket, you kiss him.
"Hey yo, Chalamet, what's up man!" A male voice says, causing you to pull apart. Tim turns around and shakes the guys hand. As your vision focuses on the man, your body goes stiff and the literal life is drained out of you. Austin doesn't even notice you, glued to the wall, behind Timothee, heart beating out of your chest. You feel lightheaded and start seeing black dots all over. This is the first time you and him see each other in a year. Timothee never forgets you're behind him and when he turns to look at you, concern washes over him, seeing your trembling state. "Hi (y/n), nice to see you again, it's been a minute." Austin puts his hand out for you to shake. He really has no limit? Nice to see you? Fucker. You want to spit on him and knee him in those balls of his. Oh how you'd love to see him fall to his knees in pain.
Instead you take Timothee by the hand and walk. You don't even glance back at him, you just walk, leaving him surprised in his place. Without question Timmy follows you, his thumb drawing circles on the back of you hand. He wants to know what just happened, but he knows now is not the place or time to ask, so he's making sure you know he's there for you. He takes his phone out of the pocket of his pants and quickly texts his assistant to move your spots in the cinema, this way you will be a row away from Butler, instead of just a chair apart. He does this without you even knowing, because that's him, always understanding things without asking for too much information.
The carpet goes smoothly, you and Timothee share a few tender moments in front of cameras. This is your first official public appearance and the paparazzi are going crazy. All the way to your seats, Timothee tells you how beautiful you are tonight, adding that he can't wait to take the dress off of you, when you get back.
The movie is great and at the end it gets a 6 minute standing ovation. You hug him tightly, whispering praises in his ear. The movie was really amazing. Proud doesn't even cover how you feel about Timmy. "Thank you, love!" He whispered in your ear, kissing your neck. He holds you tight, so tight you wish he would never let go, but he eventually does as he goes to congratulate the rest of the cast and crew. After that he did a couple interviews, answering questions about the movie and sometimes about the two of you. Question to which he'd answer "what we have it's for us to know, we're happy and we'd like to keep it that way." That only further confirmed how much he cares for you.
While he was stuck taking a few more pictures with the rest of the cast, you went to change out of the carpet look, into something more comfortable for the after party. You weren't really too ecstatic about it and Timmy tried to tell you that the two of you could spend the night together, eating your weight in candy, drinking wine and watching all the "pirates of the Caribbean" movies all over again. But it was important that he goes, he was supposed to have a good time with his friends, he deserves it.
The sequence romper you chose kinda scratches your skin, but it looks beautiful, there's no denying. "Hi love, you look beautiful!" Timothee said as he made his way out the bathroom, hair a little damp from his shower. He has a pair of black jeans on and no shirt yet, giving you the opportunity to run your hands over his smooth skin. A blush appears on his face and you smile brightly at how easy it is for you to make his act like a teenager in love. "You know we could just stay in..." his hands grab your ass and give it a firm squeeze, making you giggle. "I'm sure we'll find ways to entertain ourselves" a smirk painted on his lips.
Shaking your head, you get out of his embrace and take the white dress shirt form the bed, holding it up for him to put his arms through the sleeve. "I'm sure we would, but we can do that, after the party as well." You say buttoning up his shirt and kissing the tip of his nose. Scrunching up his nose, he lets out a disapproving groan, but he knows you're right. Grabbing you things you make your way to the car, holding hands.
The ride to the club is quiet, as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, your favorite song for a while now. Making your way in the club, looking down as the paparazzi take pictures, you finally breath when he hugs you, dancing with you to the music. You're not much of a dancer, but with him, this feels nice, funny. You're a giggling mess and so is he.
Taking a break from dancing, you find Zendaya, who brought Tom and the three of you converse for a while. After a 4th martini you need to go to the bathroom so you excuse yourself and make your way through the crowd. Before you reach the bathroom and hand grabs your elbow and spins you around. Austin is towering over you and your head starts spinning. "Hey what was that? Hm? Ignoring me? Making Timothée change seats?" He asks. You can't believe him, was he high? What the fuck is wrong with him? "We're not friends Austin" you say and search the place for an escape, but you're surrounded by strangers and you can't see Tim anywhere. "And fucking Timothee? What's that about?" Snapping your head up at him, you wish to rip his eye out.
"What do you want from me? Don't you have a girlfriend to bother?" Austin shakes his head, clicking his tongue and smirking at you. Coming closer to you he cages you against the wall. You feel like you might throw up and that might just be the thing to save you from him, but it would cause an unnecessary scene. "So that's what this was? You trying to make me jealous, satnin?" One oh his hands forcefully grabs your chin and makes you look at him. Tears fall out of your eye and you can no longer see, you hear the loud music vibrating through your bones as you shake like a leaf. "You're sick, you should get help. I'm not your satnin or your 'Cilla" you spit remembering that's what he used to call you during sex. "I'm (y/n) and I'm here to support my lovely boyfriend. You are nothing but one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I can't take back any of the things I gave to you, but I can keep my pride." You push with all your power against his chest, but it's to no avail, he's to strong.
Austin slams his hand on the wall near your face, making you flinch, closing your eyes, trying to imagine yourself somewhere else. "Listen you bitch, stop acting like a child. You are an adult and you consented to everything we did." His mouth goes to the shell of your ear, shivers running down your spine, in fear of how close he is. "And if I remember correctly, it wasn't until I stopped fucking you, that you had a problem..." before he can say anything more, you feel him pull away and you open your eyes to see Timothee grab Austin by the shoulders and punching him. Before Austin has a chance to react, Tom and some other guys push the two of them apart. Zendaya comes to your side and walks you to the back exit. "Shh, you're fine, it's fine" she tries to calm you down as you cry in her arms, but you can't stop. "Daya, I've got this" Timothee says and you feel Zendaya's arms loosen around you as she lest Timothee hug you.
You don’t even remember how he got you to get in the car and the way up to your hotel room. You only became aware of your surroundings when you watch yourself in the bathroom mirror. Face red and swollen, wet with tears. Timothee stared a bath for you and is now working on undressing you. Helping him with the task the two of you sink in the warm water. He shakes his arms around your waist, bringing you to rest on his chest. Timothee kisses the top of your head, holding you shaking figure. “You’re safe love, it’s just you and me” taking a shaky breath you turn around to hug his neck and hold your body flush against his. “I’m s-sorry!” You say, but he’s quick to shake his head. “Don’t be, I don’t know what the asshole did to you, but love, it’s not your fault, you looked so small and scared, with him so close.” He can’t help the shiver that runs through him, when the image of you pinned to the wall, crying and shaking, comes back to him.
His arms tighten around you, like trying to convince himself that he got you out of there and that you are in fact in his embrace. “He-“ you swallow trying to speak, but it’s hard, it feels like a wound has be reopened and is now bleeding heavier than before. “You don’t have to tell me!” His warm hands massage your skin and the two of you stay like that until the water gets cold. He helps you out of the tub and into some of his clothes. Tugging you in bed, he comes under the covers with you, burying his face in your hair, breathing in the scent of your perfume. “I love you, you’ll tell me all about it when you’re ready” he speaks softly. “And if you’re never ready, that’s fine, you’re still my (y/n), the lovely, smart, kind, beautiful, caring person I met by the poolside.” You giggle and feel his soft lips paint kisses over your tender flesh. Slowly your heart calms down and you feel sleep take over you. “Thank you, I love you so much, my Timothee” you kiss his cheek and he laughs. “I love you too!”
You fall asleep and you are happy to say that now you feel like the Austin, chapter is finally closed. To a degree you feel sorry for him, because you realize he needs help to deal with whatever it was that made him not be able to dissociate between you and your character, but he’s not your problem anymore.
You’re so happy finally and your first might of been a horror story, but your second erases that memory. You and Timothee date for four years, working through busy schedules and distance, but you trust and love each other, so it lasts. After four years on your anniversary trip to Florence, he’s offers you a ring one morning. The dainty jewelry, a gold band with four diamonds lined up, fits your personality and the proposal, simple and intimate is exactly how you want it. You say ‘yes’ and spend the rest of the day in bed with him, cherishing each other and then six months later you have a small reception. Only your family and close friends, but neither of you wanted it any different.
You are truly blessed with the way things turned out for you and as you rub your swollen feet, sitting in a chair 6 months pregnant, looking at your husband playing tea party with your three year old daughter, you feel nothing but joy.
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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
New Year’s Eve
Spencer Reid. He is so ridiculously hot. You catch yourself salivating just watching him across the room, sitting at his desk flipping through files, that concentrating frown on his face. His face, god his face, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Those gorgeous eyes, the cheekbones and jawline that can cut you anytime they want, those sexy curls, the delicate but strong hands. Good lord, you would do anything to have those hands on you.
“(Y/N)?” Emily snaps you back to reality.
You blink rapidly, immediately blushing when you catch Spencer smiling down at his papers. There’s no way to prove he’d caught you staring at him, but you just know it.
“Y-Yeah, sorry, what’s up?” You force yourself to fully engage in whatever Emily is about to say.
She glances at Spencer from the corner of her eye, and you know she knows too. Hell, everybody knows!
“Well, Im inviting the team over for New Year’s Eve, and I was wondering if you wanted to come? If you dont have any other plans, that is.”
Plans? I mean, you did have a fantastic date with a tub of ice cream and tears in front of the tv during the countdown.
“I’d love to!” You hear yourself say, and you are immediately swallowed by regret.
She’s going to invite Spencer, and then if he says yes, you’re all going to get drunk at Emily’s house. You’ve never had a problem drinking in front of your friends at parties before, they would suspect something if you refused to drink, meaning Spencer would have to see you drunk, and who knows what drunk you will say!?!
“What about you, Spencer, are you free?” Emily turns to face the young genius, who places the files on his desk and smiles up at her.
“I dont have any plans!” And then, his smile lands on you. Just for a second, but it’s enough.
Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?
That thought enters your head everyday until New Years Eve, and greets you one final time upon Emily opening her front door and pulling you in for a hug. She leads you into her living room to greet everyone and you force your eyes to look at him last, but when you do...fuck. He’s dressed up for the occasion, slightly fancier than work clothes, but that patterned button-up shirt with just a few buttons undone? May the angels watching over you tonight cover their eyes, ‘cause once you’ve got alcohol in you, this is going to be a shit show.
You greet everyone with hugs, and again save Spencer for last. He pulls you in so gently, placing the lightest kiss on your cheek and flashing you that gorgeous grin. You’re already blushing far too much, so you dart over to the snack table and pour yourself a straight shot of vodka. Spencer takes a sip of his own drink to hide his amused smirk as he watches you, but little does he know the entire team is fully aware of the chemistry between the two of you.
He’s never really felt like the cool guy. The one in high school that all the girls had a crush on at one point or another. The one in the movies who can make any girl swoon. He’s never had that effortless charm, he’s never been a smooth talker, he’s never had any of that. As a teenager, he couldnt deny that he wanted to experience just a little of that adoration, just to try it out. But as he got older, he came to the conclusion that it would never be that way for him, and he grew to be okay with that.
That was, until you came along. Suddenly, someone was blushing and stuttering when he spoke to them. Someone was shivering anytime he brushed past them. Someone was trying their absolute best to hide the fact they were swooning at the things he said and did. And that someone happened to be the girl of his dreams, it really was too good to be true, but Spencer didnt care. For the first time in his life, reason and statistics meant nothing to him, because you want him.
You really want him. Everyone can see it. Spencer obviously reciprocates your feelings, but he’s a little more composed about it.
At some point in the night, you find yourself laughing with Aaron and Rossi, having a wonderful conversation about the funniest moments on cases this year. Admittedly, most of them were caused by you falling over or dropping something at a particularly inappropriate time, but there arent exactly many funny memories to cling to when you’re a criminal profiler, so the team is more than happy to have a clutz.
“Excuse me.” A quiet voice speaks in your ear, and then a hand ever so gently presses against the small of your back as Spencer passes behind you and heads to the kitchen with Derek, who walked behind you without having to touch you at all.
You’ve noticed Spencer does that a lot. To anyone else, he’ll pretty much throw his arms in the air to avoid touching them when passing, but to you? Every time, without fail, there’s physical contact. Even if it’s fleeting, even if you can barely feel it, you know that it’s happening. Neither of you have ever addressed it, it’s an unspoken “thing” between you. As is the smile and wink he throws over his shoulder at you as he walks away from your blushing, shivering form.
Spencer cant deny that your admiration for him has done his ego wonders, but he doesnt really care about that. He finds your crush on him utterly adorable, and he thoroughly enjoys teasing you a bit here and there to get the slightest reaction from you.
It’s safe to say you drive each other mad.
But, how do you drive Spencer mad, I hear you ask? Well...
“Hey! Hey you! Hey!” The alcohol has sent you stumbling over to Spencer, who’s standing on his own after Derek briefly left him to go pee.
You trip on your own foot, but Spencer is quick to catch you before you hit the ground. He lifts you back up to stand, then decides it’s safer to keep an arm around you so that you dont fall over again. Of course, that’s what he’ll say the reason is.
“Hey (Y/N)!” He chuckles. “Are you alright?”
You nod frantically with your eyes closed. “Ohhh yes! Im great! Just came over here to tell you a secret.”
Spencer raises his eyebrows in interest and amusement. “What’s the secret?”
You smile and open your eyes to look at him, the space around him is a little blurry, but his face will always be crystal clear to you.
“You’re a very handsome man! That’s not really a secret. Everyone knows. But! It’s a secret that I liiiike it!” You giggle and blush at your own words, somewhere in your mind your consciousness is mortified.
Spencer feels his heart swell. “Well thank you very much! You’re a very pretty girl, and I like that-“
Before he can finish his sentence, you somehow manage to spill your drink all over his patterned shirt.
“Oh no! Im so sorry!” You start patting at his shirt with your hands in a drunken, guilty, confused mess, but you only make it worse. Sober-you will thank drunk-you for that contact later, though.
“Dont worry (Y/N), it’ll wash out!” Spencer tries to calm you down a little, and you nod, understanding that vodka and lemonade is transparent and wont leave an obvious stain.
“But you’re all wet!” You cry.
Emily hears your distress and runs over from the other side of the room. “Oh, dont worry, I’ve got an old shirt of an ex boyfriend’s upstairs that you can borrow.”
She starts walking into the hall, and you and Spencer follow her. Emily leaves you both in the kitchen while she goes upstairs to retrieve the shirt. While you wait, you decide to jump up on the kitchen counter and kick your legs like a toddler.
“You have got to stop being so cute.” Spencer sighs from his place opposite you, leaning back on the sink with his hands holding the counter.
“Only if you stop being so damn hot!” You stick your tongue out at him, causing you both to laugh.
Emily arrives in the kitchen and throws the shirt at Spencer. “There ya go, I dont actually need it back so feel free to keep it or throw it out.” And before either of you can respond, she’s gone.
Spencer starts unbuttoning his shirt, he raises an eyebrow at you playfully. “Are you going to cover your eyes?”
You cover your face with your hands, but slowly spread your fingers, allowing yourself to see. He laughs and shakes his head at you, continuing to strip free of his shirt regardless. Thankfully it was only really the side of his shirt that you got wet, so his chest isnt sticky and he doesnt have to wipe himself down before pulling the other top over his head. That would’ve been a pleasant sight, though.
Once the shirt is on, you close the gaps in your fingers and hide as though you hadnt been watching him the entire time.
“You can look now.” Spencer teases sarcastically.
You shake your head in your hands.
“Awwh, is the pretty girl feeling shy all of a sudden?” His voice is closer to you than it was before, oh boy.
This time, you nod into your hands. You feel yourself leaning forward against your own free will.
“Woah! Careful!” Spencer warns as he takes another quick step forward so that you fall against him rather than onto the floor.
He wraps his arms around you, and the two of you stay like that for a while.
“Spencer?”
“Yes?”
“You smell good.”
“Thank you!”
“Hey, Spencer?”
“Yes?”
“How long is it ‘til the New Year?”
“Uhh...” He glances up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “About an hour, why?”
“Can you get me a glass of water?”
Spencer’s arms leave you and you feel immediately sad about it. He looks down at you curiously as you pull your hands away from your face. “Of course, why?”
You grin up at him. “Gotta sober up for the New Years kiss!”
Spencer’s eyes almost fall out of his skull. “Wh-What!?!” He shuffles over to the sink to prevent you seeing his flustered expression.
“Well, I know you wont kiss me when Im drunk because you think the alcohol is talking instead of me so part of you doubts if I actually like you AND you have really good morals so you wouldnt take advantage of me, which means I’ve gotta sober up real fast in time for the countdown ‘cause otherwise this was all for naught!” You explain, proud of yourself for being able to talk coherently for so long considering how much you’ve had to drink.
“Did drunk-you just say the word ‘naught’?” Spencer laughs as he pours you a glass of water.
“Yes she did!” You beam at him.
He passes you the glass. “Alright, let’s get you sober and then we’ll see if you still want to kiss me.”
You roll your eyes and talk with the glass tipped to your mouth, making your words echo slightly. “That’s gotta be the dumbest ‘if’ sentence I have ever heard.”
And so, for the next hour, you and Spencer talk and down as much water as humanly possible. There’s several bathroom trips for each of you, and every time one of you is sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, still talking to the other person through the door. At five minutes until the countdown, you gulp down your final glass of water.
“How do you feel?” Spencer asks carefully as he takes the glass from you and places it in the sink.
“Like my body is drowning, but apart from that Im all good.” You joke, wiping your mouth and applying lipbalm because dry lips are a fate worse than death.
Spencer chuckles at you and leans back against the counter. Despite his efforts to appear calm and collected, his nerves are obvious.
You sigh. “Spence, you’re clear as glass right now.”
Hopping off the counter, you take two steps closer to him, surprised at your own confidence.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met, the question isnt if that’s true, it’s whether that feeling is reciprocated.” You tell him, your voice quiet.
Spencer gulps, and for the first time your roles are reversed; he’s nervous instead.
“Is the feeling reciprocated?” You question.
“Y-Yes!” Spencer stutters.
“Then kiss me goddamnit!” You exclaim playfully.
“We’ve got to wait for the countdown!” He retorts.
“How long have we got!?!” You cry.
“Three minutes!” Spenecer squeaks.
“OH MY GOD!” You throw your arms in the air in frustration, before both of you burst out laughing. Full on, hunched over, wheezing with tears in your eyes.
Wiping your eyes, you stand back up.
“Y’know what? I think you’re just too pussy to kiss me right now, so you’re using New Year’s as a cop-out.” You cross your arms and lean back against the counter, a smug smile on your face.
Spencer smirks. “Is that so?”
You walk towards him until you’re almost touching. “Yeah!”
Spencer crosses his arms to match yours, reflecting your smugness. “Well, why dont you kiss me? Huh? Someone else scared?”
You throw your arms above your head. “Hell yeah I am, why do you think I told you to kiss me!?!”
Spencer throws his arms up in the air to match. “But Im scared too!”
“So am I!”
“You just said that.”
“So let’s fuckin’ do it!” You wrap your arms around his neck.
“A-Are you sure you want me to, I-I mean-“ He holds his arms up gingerly, afraid to touch you.
You nod furiously. “Yes! Go!”
“Fine!” Spencer shouts.
“Fine!” You shout back.
He grabs you by the waist and pulls your body flush against his, your lips meeting in the most beautiful, chaotic way you could have ever imagined. You feel him relax into the kiss, his hands caressing your sides, yours running through his hair and pulling him closer to you, if that’s even possible.
“10, 9, 8...” The rest of the team call out in unison from the living room.
“Oh shi’!” You mumble into the kiss, your eyes and his opening, but your lips staying locked together.
“7, 6...”
“Shou’ we ju-?” Spencer asks into your lips.
“5, 4...”
“Kee’ goi’? Yeah.” You agree, the two of you nodding and continuing to makeout.
“3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone screams, the rest of the team piling into the kitchen to cheer with you, but they all stop immediately upon finding you and Spencer.
You jump apart, a feet of space between you, but they already saw, and if they hadnt, the state of his hair would’ve given you both away.
“Happy...N-New Year?” You stutter, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.
Derek takes a sip of his beer.
“Well, someone’s year is starting off with a bang.”
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