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little-diable · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 12 - Tom Hiddleston

Feedback is very welcomed, my asks are always open. Enjoy my loves. xxx

He’s a uni prof, so before you come at me, the reader is of age, of course she is. (Probably one of my favorite imagines)

2k+ words, sorry, my imagination got the best of me and my dreams

Day 12 - Professor

His voice made goosebumps appear on her skin, she was hanging onto his every word, eyes not leaving Professor Hiddlestons frame once, (y/n) was completely done for him. She had been visiting his class for a few weeks by now, but from the first moment she had laid her eyes upon him, (y/n)’s heart would skip a few beats, sweaty palms pressed against her jeans, losing all her focus.

The dark blue suit he was wearing perfectly clung to his frame, bright eyes wandering through the body of students, trying to explain his subject as precise as possible. A smile was tugging on his lips, totally pulled into his monologue, hoping that the students were at least half as thrilled about it as he was.

As much as he tried to avoid it, he’d always find her in the middle of the crowd, eyes hooked on his, eagerly writing down his words, not missing one single breath. Tom didn’t even know her name, it wouldn’t take long for him to dig a bit deeper and find some information about her, but he wouldn’t let himself do it, he couldn’t, she was his student after all.

(Y/n) would try to find any way to approach him, late at night she’d think of any questions she could ask, things she could discuss with him, but as soon as his name would pop up in her mind she’d loose her train of thoughts. The sight of his locks, slightly gelled backwards, was burned into her mind, oh, the things she’d do, to only comb her fingers through his hair once, just once.

“Any questions?”, he closed the script in his hands, eyes wandering across the printed letters, ‘William Shakespeare‘. “Alright then, have a good week”, Tom smiled at the crowd, placing the pages down, watching the students hastily run out of the class, desperate for a small break. But she was still there, packing her bag with trembling fingers, eyebrows knitted together, “can I help you?”, his voice made her freeze.

She slowly averted her eyes off her bag, finding his curious ones, “I’m sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about your theory, that somebody else wrote Shakespeares plays”, (y/n) cleared her throat, hating her voice for sounding that shaky. Tom couldn’t deny it, he loved to hear her voice, the bright sound made his limbs tingle.

“I can understand, that it may sound off to you. But, there are many proves to it, there’re some pages I could recommend about this subject. If you want to, I could email them to you”, the words spilled out of his lips before he could stop himself. He shouldn’t contact her, shouldn’t even try to pull her into any form of conversation, outside of his classroom, but it was too alluring, too thrilling not to.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, (y/n) picked her bag up and walked down the stairs, towards his desk, “that would be amazing”, her fingers fumbled around with the sleeves of her sweater. Tom grasped a blank paper and a pen, “here, write down your email address for me, will you?”, he smiled at her, eyes following her every move, adoring her blushing state.

It didn’t take the professor long to email her, (y/n) could barely bite down her smile as she read his words over and over again, “I’m looking forward to hear your opinion about this”. She had gone through those theses faster than lightning, desperate to email him back, to type out those words and hopefully impress him.

Those little encounters didn’t seem to stop, she’d wait for him after class, discussing new thoughts and opinions, falling into an easy smalltalk with him. “Are you done for today?”, Tom strapped his bag, walking towards the door, “yes I am”, (y/n) smiled at him, looking forward to spend the rest of her day wrapped up in some blankets, watching her favorite movie.

“There’s a new exhibition about Shakespeare, do you want to go see it with me?”, he gulped, already trying to come up with any words he could say, if she’d kindly negate, smiling at him with those gorgeous lips he found himself dreaming of. “I’d love that”, her heart was racing, not progressing the fact, that he had asked her to spend some time with him, oh god, she wasn’t prepared for something like this.

She followed him down to his car, whispering a small “thank you” as he opened the door for her, admiring her from the corner of his eyes as he was driving towards the museum. Both couldn’t stop smiling as they walked through the exhibition, looking like a normal couple to those curious eyes, not one of them would ever guess, that she was his student.

Tom was right behind her, front almost touching her back, (y/n) was reading the description of the painting out loud, not noticing how close he was standing. He couldn’t concentrate on her words, eyes wandering down her neck, oh, how he’d love to press a kiss to her skin, inhaling her sweet scent. “Mister Hiddleston?”, she giggled, ripping him out of his thoughts, “it’s Tom, please”, he shook his head, walking towards the next picture.

Somewhere along the way (y/n) had laughed at one of his jokes, grasping his forearm as she was nearly tripping over from laughing that hard, he soon followed, chuckles rumbling through him as he stabilized her. With a newfound bravery (y/n) had interlaced her fingers with his, expecting him to let go of her, telling her off, but he simply smiled at her, squeezing her hand.

“It’s so cliché”, (y/n) giggled, they were driving towards her apartment, making fun of Shakespeares ‘Romeo and Juliet’, “don’t lie to me, we both know, that you know the words by heart”, Tom pinched her knee, coaxing another squeal out of her. A somber feeling overcame her as he pulled into her street, time had gone by way too fast, she didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

Silence engulfed them as he parked his car, “uhm”, she breathed out, “thank you for today”, (y/n)s smile had an addicting affect to it, Tom leaned closer, fingers brushing over her cheek, “’m glad you said yes”, he chuckled, bright eyes piercing through her. Just as (y/n) was about to press a kiss to his cheek, Tom had slightly turned his head, lips meeting hers before one of them could even process what was happening.

There was no awkward tension between them, no weird movements or sounds, both seemed to fall into place, lips perfectly moving in synch, relishing in finally living out their deepest desires. “I have more care to stay than will to go”, (y/n) mumbled against his lips, reciting Juliets words, his deep laugh made her giggle. “Do you want to come upstairs?”, she bit down on her lip, (y/e/c) eyes drowning in his, no words left him as Tom turned off the car, stepping out of it.

His lips were on hers before she had even closed the door behind her, back pressed against the hard material, hands finally combing through those locks, admiring how soft his hair felt underneath her touch. Tom tried to stop himself, didn’t want to rush things, wanted to do this properly, but she clouded his senses, brought a blockade to his thoughts, his hands were wandering down to her behind, pulling her even closer.

She was heavily breathing, pulling him down the hallway to her bedroom, fumbling around with his vest, desperate to lay her eyes onto his skin. “I got you”, Tom whispered, picking her up from the floor, legs wrapped around his middle, core pressed against the forming bulge in his trousers. He sat down on her bed, (y/n) was straddling his lap, “you’re so perfect”, Tom expertly unbuttoned her blouse, sucking on her collarbones.

His hot breath made goosebumps rise on her skin, she felt her walls clenching around nothing, her clit was throbbing, mind wandering to those nights she had dreamt about being wrapped around him. (Y/n) couldn’t stop herself from grinding against him, his deep groan almost made her cum, the sound was by far more perfect than she had ever imagined.

“Professor”, she panted, helping him out of his shirt, eyes dancing across his muscular abdomen, his eyes snapped towards her, smirking at the way she called him.

Tom flipped them around, he was hovering above her, set on pleasuring her, he wanted to hear every moan, wanted to explore every inch of her, not stopping till he had seen the last of her. “Do you feel this?”, Tom pressed his bulge firmly against her core, coaxing a moan out of her swollen lips, “this is what you do to me”, he bit into her earlobe. Her needy whine echoed through the room, “I need you” (y/n) brushed her centre against his.

“What a needy little girl you are for your professor”, he unzipped her skirt, pulling it down her thighs, giving himself enough room to touch the damp fabric of her panties. “Shit”, (y/n)s head fell back onto her pillow, nobody had ever touched her like this, she slightly jumped, his fingertips felt cold against her skin, thumb circling her clit, “can I?”, his eyes burned into hers, waiting for her approval, he desperately wanted to taste her.

(Y/n) nodded her head “yes”, too far gone to properly answer his question, she arched her back, his tongue slipped through her folds, she had her fingers buried into his hair, “professor” (y/n) breathed out once again. He growled at the name, obsessed with the sound, he’d never be able to control his urges around her ever again, especially not when she’d call him ‘professor’. “I want you”, (y/n) tugged on his roots, drawing him away from her centre, Tom tugged his trousers down, boxers following right after.

His impressive length made her gulp, “I’m on the pill”, she whispered as he reached for a condom, she wanted to feel all of him, nothing between them. Toms bright eyes wandered over her features for a moment, he pressed his lips against hers, tongues battling a war as he thrusted into her wetness, groaning as he felt her tightness.

Toms heart was racing, almost just as fast as (y/n)s, he perfectly filled her, resting in between her hot walls, veins throbbing against her skin, nestling into her heat. He began to build a steady rhythm, Tom wanted it to last, he didn’t want to push both over the edge with a few, simple thrusts, not after admiring her for so long.

“Please, faster, professor”, she added a change to his plans, as much as she wanted to appreciate every little detail about the encounter, she needed more, (y/n) was aching for him, she had dreamt about this moment for too long. “Oh god”, her jaw fell slack, his tip had gazed her g-spot, walls tightening even further, the sensation made him squeeze his eyes shut, “(y/n)”, he panted her name, catching her lips in a fierce kiss.

The kiss swallowed most of their sounds, his hips fell against hers, with every thrust he seemed to bury himself deeper into her walls, exploring every possible inch of her gorgeous body. “I-”, (y/n) stuttered, nails piercing through his skin, “I can’t”, she sobbed, tumbling over the edge, the knot in belly exploded, the sensation overtook her body, limbs trembling, sweat pooled on her skin, moans getting mixed up with his groans.

Tom kept watching her, bright eyes adoring the sight of her falling apart around him, walls swallowing his length, pulling him into her further, it didn’t take him long to fall right down into her embrace. He groaned into her neck, pace faltering, his release spilled out of him, right into her heat. “Shit”, Tom chuckled, taking a few breaths before he carefully pulled out of her.

The darkness of her bedroom engulfed them, covering up their flushed cheeks, the drops of sweat, that were glistering on their bodies. The only source of light came from the lanterns on her street, throwing an orange shadow onto her wall. No words left any of them, both were processing the previous moments, not quite sure, if they’d wake from this dream any moment now.

#tom hiddelson #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fanfiction #Tom Hiddleston smut #kinktober #professor hiddleston

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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 years

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Can you make a list on who you think is the most to least reliable of the RFA (+ Minor Trio if you want!) when it comes to pets 👀

gasp you know what yes (I've been wanting to make some lists for a while -maybe least to most bottom of each of the RFA characters LMAO-)

MysMe characters least to most reliable with a pet and what pet would they have:

11. Rika

LMFAO bet ya didn't expect that did ya!? Nah you probably did, anyway the reason why she's the least reliable for a pet it's kinda obvious, first of all, she would refuse to get her pet treatment when it almost turns blind and ma'am? Please help your dog???

Also if at any time the pet dies she would start another cult so let's not risk it with her. Instead of an animal maybe give her a rock instead pfttt (actually wait-no she'd probably throw it at our poor mint coloured hair boy just give her a dog plushy it smth she can't be trusted with alive things)

10. Saeyoung

You may be asking me, Amanda, why, Saeyoung absolutely loves cats he'd be a cool cat dad, and yes, you're right. But you also don't understand that this man's love for cats goes SO far that he will actually cause chaos all around him. He'd give the cat SO many treats, not only that, but he'd also cuddle them, and that's nice tight? Wrong. This man will try to stretch the cat, grab it and twirl it around, reenact the lion king and do the 'Simba' bit and everything. Not only that he'd completely use it to prank Zen and everyone else, overall, he'd be a great pet owner but it'd be too much chaos so let's just stick with loving cats from afar.

Also I feel like he'd get a snake for some reason, and he'd dress them up in like a fancy bowtie a hat, or an iguana or chameleon y'know? He'd go for the amphibian type :o

9. Ray

I love our boy, I really do, but honestly how do you expect him to take care of a dog if he can't take care of himself. 😢

Actually scratch that, if he had a dog he would definitely love it and spoil it, and we live for that but also:

honey focus on yourself too we don't want you to D I E

Maybe give him a hamster or smth, while he's hacking away and watching MC in their room the hamster will be spinning on it's wheel super happy

Or he can have some cute fishes 🐟🐠

And like his brother, because great minds think alike, maybe a chameleon. He'd be pretty scared of them at first but he found one under some flowers and decided to rescue it, and now he sort of ended up adopting it :D

Although I find it pretty unlikely that he'll get a pet, he's more into flowers anyway

(OH WAIT WHAT ABOUT BEES? YA LIKE JAZZ -im sorry pft but now I need to see Ray in like those bee farmer dress things lmao)

8. Zen

I could see him as the pet owner that takes their dogs on walks and such, but honestly, if he's allergic to cats he's probably allergic to other animals too, at least some with a lot of hair! Although I feel like he'd get one of those big dogs and he'd go on runs with it all the time. The dog would be like the ones that are mostly thought of as super dangerous or aggressive but it turns out they're a sweetheart. Either that or a poodle 🐩💀 (but like I said, he's probably allergic to animals with lots of hair.)

HOW ABOUT A PARROT? ZEN COULD TOTALLY PRACTICE HIS LINES AND SONGS WITH THE PARROT AJDNFBFB

7. Jihyun

Jihyun would be pretty good as a pet owner but honestly he'd be super nervous at everything at first. Welcome to the Jihyun apologizing to his pet show akdjdn. But would we trust him with a pet? He wasn't really able to take care of two teenage boys -although it was mostly because he was in a toxic relationship 💀

When he has his sight problems he could totally get those helper dogs? (Forgot what they're called I'm sorry T_T)

He'd probably get a more chill pet tho, maybe a cat (he probably likes them a lot too! Also they're pretty calming.) So he could have like the guide dog and a small kitty too!

6. Jaehee

She'd be an awesome pet mom lol. I don't think she'd get a cat after being traumatized from pet-sitting Elizabeth. Maybe she could get like a turtle 🐢

Or maybe a rat to reenact Ratatouille lmaoo

She wouldn't get big pets unless the MC wanted to adopt something (and if they're a couple, we all know what people who want kids but can't or just aren't able to adopt at the moment, do, they get DOGS AND CATS!!!)

So honestly she'd start understanding why Jumin pampers Elly so much, since your dogs basically your child now PFTTT

Maybe a bunny too? I could see her working with the bunny on her head lmao and that's adorable

Omg imagine her with a SNAKE, HOW BADASS WOULD THAT BE???

5. Suit Saeran

You may be wondering once again, WHAT AND WHY

Let me explain.

Suit would dffinetly get those scary and big dogs that have spiky collars and everything, and he'd probably call him something like Killer or Skull Destroyer, or maybe Blade lmao

And we all know he'd die for his dog. It's the only one he can trust ajdhdbdbd

He'd be like the bad boys that walk around with their dog everywhere growling at people (not just the dog, the two of them)

And "Spike" would be so well taken care of. Believers have to start doing draws to see who feeds the monster dog that always bites them PFTTT

The dog would also dffinetly know how to fight. It'd be cute if the only person he likes appart from Saeran tho is MC hehe

AND you cannot change my mind in this, ever since Saeran got "Dark Knight" (I'm experimenting with the dog names pfft) he's shown him a picture of Saeyoung and taught him to absolutely hate his guts, so Seven, buddy, maybe don't get to close to them lol

AND the backstory for this dog is that Saeran found him under some bushes, hurt, and the dog reminded him of when he was younger, so he took him in and that's how the doggie came to be :3

3. GE Saeran

Idk, he'd also get the normal-ish animals, like a bunny or a cat (he'd like how calming they are.)

He'd be awesome with animals too!

Also uhm, someone please draw him as a farmer AJDHDHD lmaoo that's the first thing that came to mind 😂

He'd be the person that likes animals but like....other people's animals? He'd love to see Elizabeth and such, but he wouldn't really want to have one (unless MC wanted to of course.) It's not that he doesn't like them, it's mostly because he feels more comfortable with other people's pets ajdjdbd

Also he doesn't want them to ruin the garden oop

3. In a tie with Saeran, Yoosung

I forgot about him and didn't want to change the numbers lmao

Yoosung is a vet, c'mon he knows how to deal with animals!

At first he'd be so freaking nervous and would be just like a helicopter parent, making sure the doggie is alright and such, but then he gets the hang of it and he's perfect.

We all know we got a bunny with him too in his GE :D so maybe a dog and a bunny! He'd have more than one pet I'll tell ya that.

2. Jumin

Listen he's the king alright? He pampers his cat SO much, and you can just TELL how much he loves Elly. We all stan a man that loves animals.

He'd probably get some exotic pets too, maybe a few horses and birds that are really exotic or something

But can you imagine him with like....a tiger PFT

He'd be like: omg this is a cat but bigger let me have one

It'd be like Sebastian from Black Butler lol

He'd also be up to a dog, it'd take a bit of convincing but if MC wants one then he'd snap his fingers and get them one immediately (I love this man he's so ADORABLE) and then they'd have two children and Zen wouldn't have to worry about just Elizabeth

1. Vanderwood

Yes! The one! The only!

He's the only one appart from Jaehee that has more than one braincell PFTTTTT

He'd have a pretty big and scary dog that would've an absolute sweetheart when you get to know them. Everyone at first is scared but the dog just wants to sleep and eat, that's all.

Vanderwood is super responsible, I mean after Saeyoung I'm sure a dog would be nothing. He'd also compare Seven to his dog lol "Not even Capitan America is that dirty!"

"you named your dog Capitan America...?"

"shut the hell up or I'm tasing you."

His dog would spend all day sleeping. Sometimes Vanderwood will take him on walks, and they really enjoy that time together.

Vanderwood romance route? Uh, no he's far too in love with his dog to be doing anything else PFT

And you cannot once again change my mind on this:

He talks to his dog when he's alone.

He will tell him about his day as he cooks or does the laundry. He'd be in an apron making some dinner and be all like:

"Ugh, today I had to take care of that no-good for nothing guy again. It's incredible how messy his house can get in just a matter of hours! Not only that, he wasn't eating properly again, that idiot. I had to practically drag him out of his chair and make him eat some food. Not that I'm worried. It'd just be a hassle to have to find another hacker as good as him. Seriously that guy...."

And the dog would be like excuse me do I look like your therapist please just give me food lolol

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jumin han #choi bois #jihyun mysme #mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #mysme zen

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andshedoesitagain · 4 years

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I’ll carry you.

Spencer Reid x Reader Words - 1683

@nolymoly asked - “ can you do lyric prompt #10 for spencer reid x reader 🥺?”

Lyric Prompts - https://andshedoesitagain.tumblr.com/post/626723294291361792/more-lyric-prompts-3

Prompt - “You asked to walk me home, but I had to carry you.”

//Hi! I hope you enjoyed this! My requests are always open so just request!//

The bar had gotten louder the longer the night went on, you also seemed to get dizzier, exhaustion tugging on your bones, even though you hadn’t drank you also hadn’t slept properly in days while on your previous case. Letting your eyes slip closed for a moment you rested your head in the palm of your head, the room spinning a little too fast for your liking.

When the team had proposed going to a bar not far from the hotel you were all staying at, you had been eager, a solved case being cause for celebration as a happy ending was rare in your hard, and more than often tragic line of work. Although now your initial excitement was quickly wearing off, as you fought back the urge to keep yawning.

With a tap on your shoulder you opened your eyes, met with the worried look of one of your teammates. “You okay there, sweetie?” Penelope questioned, a gentle smile dancing on her pink painted lips.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Shooting a lazy smile her way, she nodded seemingly pleased before going back to her conversation with Derek, who had also sent a raised eyebrow and look of question your way, to which you just mumbled out a quiet, “I’m fine, I swear.” A sincere chuckle passing your lips at your friends’ concern.

For a while you stayed like that sitting and listening to your team chatter away, chipping in every now and then, but mostly just enjoying their company, relaxed and calm.

Across from you, you caught a pair of familiar brown eyes, gaze cut short as they looked down to the table, before looking back up at you. With a spreading smile you seemed to filter out everybody else’s conversations, caught in your own little bubble. “You okay, Spence?”

Spencer returned your smile, nodding and humming in response, “I think I’m going to head back to the hotel now though,” while he spoke you took notice of the scattered flush across his face, “I’ve got some reading to do, and it’s getting a little busy,” he said looking around the increasingly dense room. “I think I’m gonna head too, I’ll walk you back?” The grin on your face not faltering as you joked.

Nodding once again, the curly haired man stood, “sure.” You and Reid had always been a close pair in the BAU, a sense of comfort following wherever he went, which always eased you greatly even in times of stress and tension. You both stood in unison, him grabbing his jacket, as you followed suit, slinging you bag over your shoulder as you met a smirk from Penelope, to which you furrowed your brows. She had been more than thrilled when you had blurted out your feelings for Spencer in a moment of weariness during a late shift to her, and since she had been slyly trying to set you up, although Spencer seemed as oblivious as you’d expected.

Widening your eyes, you whispered a swift, “Shut it,” to her. Pretending to zip up her lips, she laughed alerting Spencer who looked over confused. In attempt to divert their attention, you spoke to the group. “I’ll see you guys in the morning then?” They all replied with their “goodnights,” and smiles, leaving you and Spencer to get going.

Although as soon as you both actually managed to politely push past the crowds and get outside you found yourself uneasy on your feet, your head spinning as you went to steady yourself against a wall.

Catching your elbow, Spencer looked at you with wide eyes, “woah, woah careful now,” trying to shake it off you went to stand straight again, but in your first few steps you found yourself in the same position. This time Spencer had caught your waist as well, trying to help you balance, you really hoped he couldn’t see the burning of your face as you felt his arm wrap around you.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can walk,” nervously laughing you looked at the ground, firmly putting the blame on your empty stomach and the weak two hours of sleep you had gotten in the past two days. Spencer seemed to be caught in thought as you looked over to him, before without words, he gingerly took you bag, putting it over his own should as he moved to lean over in front of you.

“Uhm, what are you doing?” You queried, passer-byers matching your confusion with strange looks of their own.

Spencer looked over his shoulder to you, “you said you can’t walk, so I’ll just carry you, it’s not far to the hotel anyway.” If your heading wasn’t pounding as viciously as it had been you probably would’ve been more open to protesting, however in the state you were in, even trying to from thoughts hurt.

As carefully as possible you draped yourself over him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stood slowly securing his arms under your legs. “Are you sure about this?” Your voice was breathy as he began walking with seemingly little struggle, a wide smile on his face you could just make out from looking over his shoulder.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “is this better?”

Laughing a little you answered, “yeah, you’re like my knight in shining armour, except in a cute little cardigan and tie.” You could see how your words caused a blush as it painted his ears red.

“Cute?” Spencer queried, adjusting by hopping a little to keep you secure on his back. Resting your head against his own, you were reminded of the times when you would fall asleep together on the plane much like this, almost cuddling, only to be woken up and met with light teasing and flushed faces.

“Yeah cute…or adorable, or handsome, you know, whichever you prefer.” Tightening your hold ever so slightly, as you listened to him let out a breathy laugh.

“I’ll prefer whatever you want to call me.” His words caught you slightly off guard, the flirty tilt to his voice causing you to look over to him.

“Wow Spence, that almost sounded like flirting,” you fake gasped, trying to feign exasperation.

“Only almost?” This time he sounded genuinely confused although he looked over to you, his big brown eyes soft, as you could only smile back at him, before pursing your lips.

“You should flirt with me some more,” you asked, your soft smile betraying the mischievous glint in your eyes, as the man carrying you smiled and looked forward again, blowing out his cheeks before speaking again.

“Okay…I think you’re really beautiful when you’re not really paying attention and you tap little melodies into your desk, and how you hum when you think no-ones around, and how you hold my hand when your nervous and draw circles into my arm with your finger, but to be honest I always think you’re beautiful.” You stayed completely silent as he talked, your expression slipping as your stomach erupted in butterflies, utterly enamoured as he spoke so gently.

As he kept walking not meeting your gaze, you rested your head on his shoulder, still enthralled as he faltered for a moment. “But there is something I hate about all that,” he continued push his hair behind his ear with a light sigh, as you inhaled the sudden statement causing you to hold your breath.

“Everything you do makes me want to kiss you, and you don’t notice, but I’d never blame you for it, because I think I’m in love with you.

The way he said it so casually left you in a moment of shock, the sudden confession causing a complete blank in your mind. It took a moment to process and he still hadn’t stopped walking, you both getting closer and closer to the hotel.

“Wait,” you said pushing yourself from his back, causing him to turn around to look at you, finally seeing his face you saw the stress slapped across his face, as he timidly looked at the ground.

“I-uh, how do I— no, never mind,” you grabbed his tie, pressing yourself against him as your lips met his own, his eyes wide before he squeezed them shut, pressing his hands to your face as he kissed you back almost hungrily, all patience lost as you both pushed against each other, until no space was left. You didn’t even care about how much your chest hurt as you exchanged your breath. Letting go of his tie, you placed your hands on his chest, his heart beating wildly under your fingertips, his own hands left in the air, hesitation evident like he didn’t know where to put them.

Reaching over you placed them on your waist, smiling against his slightly chapped lips. Spencer pulled you in closer, more confident as you both pulled away for only a moment before leaning back in.

You didn’t know how long you both stayed like that, but as a group of people dressed up hollered and cheered your way, you both pulled away like deer caught in the headlights. Although the awkwardness didn’t last as you both broke out in full body laughter, pressing your head into his shoulder, as he kept his hands around your waist.

“We should probably actually get to the hotel now,” you mused looking over his shoulder to the building as he agreed. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Spencer chuckled a little more still gazing at you.

As you went to pull away, his fingers intertwined in your own he spoke up, “hey wait, I don’t want you hurting yourself.” Again, he leaned over in front of you, you could only shake your head as you hopped on his back. Spencer stood up, a proud look on his face as he rubbed his thumbs against your legs, you hugged into him, threading your hands through his hair, safe and calm as he leaned over to kiss your cheek, “I love you too by the way.” You whispered, staring at him, as his face lit up.

“I’ve been waiting forever to hear that.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine

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xbrittaniax · 4 years

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FNaF: The Rules have changed ch.2

They both made their quiet trek to the front of the building then came to an immediate stop when they saw Jeremy was smiling at them, Uh oh, What did he do?

“Why are you smiling like that…?” They asked cautiously.

“Uhm… Come closer, Please.” Jeremy said meekly.

Phone guy and Mike eyed him suspiciously but got closer to him.

Jeremy threw his arms around both of them in a hugging manner. “Th-Thanks for keeping me calm last night.”

“Hey, No problem Kid.” Mike smiled and ruffled Jeremy’s hair. “We’re all in this together..” “Yeah.” Scott agreed as he slipped out of the group hug. “Now Then. I need to head back home before… Um.. Before i pass out from exhaustion.”

Mike quirked an eyebrow at him. “Scott? Are you alright? You look anxious…”

“O-Oh Me? A-Anxious? Pfft… I don’t… Um… Get anxious…” He responded nervously.

"Riiiight... Somehow i doubt that." Mike snickered.

“If you’re not anxious then can i clue you in on why i wanted to see you guys?” Jeremy asked, His evil smile slowly returning. Scott gave a hesitant nod and Jeremy walked over to him, Whispering something in his ear.

The tension that was written on Scott’s face was now in the air as a smirk found it's way into his features. They both turned to Mike chuckling at his confusion.

“What?” Mike asked, Scott took a step closer, smiling as he spoke.

“You knoooow…” He drew out the word as he took another step. “You just started last night, Meaning you’re new here.”

“And we haven’t… properly ‘Welcomed’ You yet.” Jeremy smiled as he also took a few steps, Mike began to back up once they got closer.

“Yeah you did… You guys welcomed me when the shift started.” Mike replied.

“Oh but That was only part One.” Scott said lowly, Mike knew where this was heading, He took off sprinting towards the door but Scott was much faster than him, He ended up tackling him to the floor within seconds.

Mike was already a giggling mess, He didn’t know what he found so funny about the situation but for some reason his mind registered it as hilarious.

“What are you laughing about? We haven’t done anything yet..” Scott teased. Mike himself wasn’t entirely sure, So he made something up.

“I’m picturing you with a phone for a head.” He giggled more as Scott scoffed.

“Ha-ha… Very funny.” He rolled his eyes, He couldn’t help but smirk though Because Mike’s giggling was a bit silly.

“How would that work?” He snickered more. “Could you make calls with your mind?

Without any warning he dug his fingers into Mike’s sides. “That’s not funny.”

Mike let out a shriek as he squirmed around laughing on the floor. “HAhahahahahaha! It was so worth it! Hahahahaha!”

After a few minutes Jeremy finally recovered from his cackling and joined Scott and Mike on the floor. Mike was panting as Scott had just stopped tickling him. “Come on guys… Is this really necessary?”

“Yes~” Jeremy purred playfully, he wiggled his fingers threateningly as he hovered them over Mike’s stomach. He groaned as a few giggles escaped his lips.

“Oh come on guys.. Why do you have toho do this to mehe… I Hehe got caught by Freddy on my first night..”

Scott smirked as he did the same as Jeremy, Only he hovered his hands over Mike’s ribs. “While that is true… You were making fun of us all night, You even hoped that i would get caught by them.”

“Yeah because I wanna hear what your laugh sounds like.” Mike said. he quickly reached over and gave his knee a squeeze.

Scott yelped as he began tickling Mike’s ribs quickly. “Oh no You don’t!”

“Shots fired!” Jeremy laughed, slipping his hands underneath Mike’s shirt and tickling his stomach.

Mike squirmed under them and laughed hysterically, He latched onto Jeremy’s side and began tickling it, Drawing bubbly laughter from the blonde Night guard. He used his other hand to continuously squeeze Scott’s knee Which was obviously a sensitive spot as he kept trying to move away from his hand, Unfortunately for him Mike had a good grip on it..

“Scohohohohott maahahahahake him stahahahahaaap!” Jeremy squealed as Mike somehow managed to get his hand under Jeremy’s shirt and proceeded to scribble his fingers all over his side.

“I can’t really…. do... anything…” Scott struggled to say, He was trying so hard not to laugh that he could barely get any sentences out. He stopped tickling Mike and grabbed his wrists, Then held them down against the floor. “Got it.”

“Thanks..” Jeremy panted, Once calm he slipped his hands back under Mike’s shirt and began tickling his ribcage, This action drew a shriek from Mike’s lips as he struggled to get his hands free, However this was not an easy task as The tickling was taking his strength away.

“JEREMHYHYHYHY! Please! Stahahahahahahap! AHAHAHAHAHA!” He cried out, Jeremy teased as he had kept tickling his ribcage. "Aww, And here i thought you were tough~"

“Hmm, Looks like someone’s having fun~” A voice said from the door, Scott immediately groaned and released Mike’s arms.

Mike curled up into a ball as Jeremy withdrew his hands. “Morning Vincent.” Jeremy smiled.

“How long were you standing there?” Scott mumbled.

“Morning.” As he walked past them to his locker he ruffled Jeremy’s hair and shot a smirk to Phone guy and Mike. “Long enough.”

“Oh, So you’re Vincent... “ Mike thought aloud, Having recovered from the attack.

“Yes, That would be Vincent…” Scott sighed. “The man who’s never early to work Except for today.”

“Because i needed to catch you before you left.” Vincent finished putting his things in his locker and turned to face them. a huge smile played on his lips. “So on anyone on the night shift’s day off, I’m supposed to fill in…”

Phone guy let out a groan. “And since the last time you were on night shift was two years ago…”

“That’s right.” he grinned. “You’ll have to show me the ropes again.”

“This is why i wanted to leave so badly.” Scott sighed to the others. “When are you supposed to tag along with me?”

“Whenever you get the others acquainted.” he shrugged. "So probably in a few nights."

Scott sighed and hung his head in despair, Jeremy patted his back as Mike finally decided to ask his question. “What’s so horrible about Vincent? He seems okay to me.”

“Don’t answer that.” Vincent mumbled, shifting his gaze from the animatronics to the three night guards. Scott couldn’t help but snicker at the out of character mumbling from Vince. “What’s not horrible about him?”

“I said don’t answer that.”

“Um, We better get out of here before Fritz shows up, He’ll never let us leave.” Jeremy giggled sheepishly.

“If he ever shows up.” Vince shook his head. “The man is always late.”

“Yeah that sounds like Fritz.” Scott smiled as he stood up. “I’m getting out of here, See you guys tonight-- Except you, Vince.” he narrowed his eyes at the purple haired man.

He grinned. “You know, You say you hate me, Yet you call me ‘Vince’ instead of ‘Vincent’...”

“Shut up.” Scott promptly left, The other night guards said their goodbye’s, And followed suit.

---

The time was ten o’clock, Which mean’t it was closing time. Vince and the rest of second shift was cleaning up the place before they left, With the history of the building they found it hard to hire help, So Vincent and Fritz normally just stayed over to fill in for the empty spots. Fritz normally stayed in the office and kept an eye on surveillance tapes while Purple guy stayed out on the floor.

During clean up, Fritz seemingly accidentally bumped one of the buttons on the soundboard, Which played Balloon boy’s laugh in the main room. Vince jumped at the sound, causing him to drop the glass he had just picked up, Making it shatter into a million pieces on the tiled floors. He slowly looked up at the security camera with a glare. “Seriously Fritz? That’s not funny.”

“Sorry Vince.” He said over the intercom apologetically. “I was trying to turn it off… I thought i pressed the power button?”

He sighed and shook his head, proceeding to pick up the broom and sweep up the glass. When he heard Balloon boy’s laugh again. He shot another glare up at the camera. “Fritz!”

“Sorry! I really am pressing the right button…”

Vincent put the broom down and went back to the guard station. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Look for yourself.”

He came in the room and looked down at the soundboard as Fritz hit a button, The same laugh played for a third time. Purple guy was confused, Fritz had indeed hit the power button, But it didn’t turn off. “I can’t turn it off.” Fritz sighed, leaning back into the chair in annoyance.

“Alright, Lemme give it a shot, Go help Tania and the others finish up.” Vince said decisively, Fritz nodded and headed for the main room.

“Now then, Whichever one of you is locking up the power, Stop it.” He said sternly to no one in particular, He tried to power down again, but got the same response. He suddenly heard clanking coming from down the hall, His blood ran cold as he realized which room it was coming from… It was coming from the safe room that had been boarded up.

He hesitantly went towards the room, The sounds got louder the closer he got.

“Vincent, What are you doing?” Scott’s voice came from behind him, Vince quickly turned around to face him. “You hear that right? The spring body animatronic… I think it's…” he trailed off, too focused on the sound.

Scott took his coat off and threw it over the chair, Then followed Vince to the dead end of the hall. “Is it… Active?” he pondered out loud.

“Wouldn’t that be impossible?” Purple guy murmured. “It can only be active if someone activates it.”

“I know, I know…” Scott whispered, trying to listen closely. “We thought the animatronics coming after us would be impossible too, Didn’t we?”

“Valid point.”

Something slammed against the other side of the wall, Making the wooden boards shake a bit.

“S-Spring Bonnie! Stop it!” Phone guy said sternly, But the animatronic repeated this action, Not paying any heed to the veteran.

“Springtrap stop!” Vincent ordered. “Springtrap De-Activate.”

A few more clanks came from the other side, And eventually it went quiet. “How did you do that?” Scott was confused. “Also, SpringTrap?”

“I used to wear him years ago Remember? Corporate had my voice programmed into his power board… Though i didn’t think he’d actually stop…” He looked to the side. “I nicknamed him Springtrap, Because he always tried to trap me whenever i wore him… Then… well, You know… With the sister location…”

“Yeah, I remember that…” Scott quietly acknowledged.

“Anyway, I’m gonna finish up and get out of here.” Purple guy shrugged. “See you tomorrow night~” he winked with a smirk.

“Gee thanks… And here i thought you were gonna end this on a serious note.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. As Vincent’s footsteps got further away, Phone guy sighed fearfully. He carefully examined the boards that were now damaged and loose. “Heh… I-I almost kind of wish that Vince was with me tonight…” He then realized what he said and quickly shook his head. “Oh god, I’m delirious… Actually feeling safe with that idea? I need sleep more than i thought.”

He glanced at the boards one last time. “Still, I hope they last for at least one more night… Because i don’t think Springtrap will halt and go back at 6…” He let out another shaky sigh and went to each Guard room to prepare them for the night shift.

#tickle fic #tickling #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #jeremy fitzgerald #phoneguy #purpleguy #nightguard #Jeremy and scott have an evil alliance

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practice challenge ~ journey to the palace

((whoopwhoop, idk how i managed to write this (given it’s quite long and i usually never ever write stuff this long) also please excuse me again for any spelling/grammar errors i try. alsoooo thanks to these wonderful girls: Bethia @h-hart, Kat @clara-choii and Pia @brookelynnsanders!))

It was silent at work today. The only sounds were the flipping of pages and the ticking on keys of a computer, followed by a frustrated sigh occasionally.

“Maybe we should get some more flutes?” I said, “they’re not that expensive and they won’t take up a lot of space here.”

Lola, being distracted by her laptop, showed no sign that she had heard what I just said.

“Helllooo, Lo are you there?”

“Huh, what?” she ran her hands through her hair as she looked my way.

I lifted the catalogue to show her the flute page.

“No Tavi,” Lo leaned her head on the back of the chair, doing the accounts must have tired her. “We already have flutes, and no one is ever interested in them. They have been here for decades.”

I rolled my eyes, “maybe that is why no one is interested. They look grim.”

Lo refocused on her laptop, and I flipped another page of the catalogue.

Oeh, the bass guitars. My favourite part.

I ran my finger over the page, paying a lot of attention to each one.

There were electronic bass guitars, but also the semi-acoustic ones. Some were very modern-looking with the brightest of colours, while others go for more of a vintage look.

I don’t know if I would ever be able to part with my own baby. The bass guitar, that I now owned, had been eyeing me every day since it had arrived in the store. It had been love at first sight.

But it was such a big investment and I just didn’t have that kind of money.

A part of my earnings was needed for us to make a living, pay the rent and do the groceries for example. And the other part that wasn’t needed for that, entered our savings jar.

We had been saving money since the day my dad was put behind bars. For whatever reason those bars had been in St. George. Freaking St. George.

The province didn’t even have direct borders with Denbeigh, Ottaro was right in between.

That made a simple, but still long, car ride impossible. Not taken the problems that come with the snowy climate into account.

That same climate also caused issues for our only transportation option.

Denbeigh’s climate was hard to predict at times. It could be a beautiful day with sunshine and a clear sky, but then you wake up the next morning to a thick layer of snow.

And because those snowfalls could happen in at least 8 out of 12 months, a lot of planes got cancelled in those months. The only airport anywhere near Winnipeg was privately owned. So the owners could literally ask the prices they wanted for the plane tickets. And boy, they were only focussed on making a profit.

For a simple family of Fives, those prices were unpayable. Hence why we had been saving money for 6 years now, still nowhere near able to pay for tickets. My mom would need a ticket, Daniel and I would too, and we just can’t leave little Aria and Arlan. My dad should be allowed to see them as well. That’s means we already need the money for 5 tickets. But if we include Daniel’s family, with his wife and little Melody, then that would equal 7 tickets.

So yeah, I would never have been able to buy that bass guitar.

Until Lo had a brilliant idea. They would give it to me as my birthday present for the upcoming 10 years. At first, I couldn’t accept that kind of gift, knowing it would have been a huge investment for the Wood family as well. But they insisted, hinting that they would get an employee discount anyway since you know Mr Wood owns the place. So, the price dropped, and they ignored me, so I had to give in and accept. It was the best gift I had ever gotten.

The stores door busted open, “GIRLS!” Gina’s voice took me back to earth. “they’re about to do the draw!”

“What draw?” apparently Lo shared my confusion.

Gina rolled her eyes and grabbed Lo’s laptop from the table. “Wait, I was working! Save it, save it!”

The laptop was put right on top of the catalogue I had just been looking through. Lo ushered over as well.

“Let me just,” Gina had opened an internet page and started typing in the website address of Winnipeg’s number one news channel, WTV. Such an original name.

The news anchor, some middle-aged woman with very fake looking blond hair, appeared on screen. “What is she wearing?” Lo asked, disgust and confusion both showing on her face.

“A track suit, it’s part of her image,” Gina unmuted the laptop, the crow-like voice of the woman filling the room, “now shush, I wanna hear this.”

“… Cameron Porter has been selected for the Illéan national ice hockey team. The star of Winnipeg’s very own ice hockey team, the Winnipeg Belugas, will accompany the national team to the world cup, taking place later this year in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Last week’s draw concluded that Illéa will have to face the German Federation and New Asia in the group stage. The national team’s training will start next week.”

Lo and I shared a look, “this is what you wanted to see Gina?”

“Since when do you care about ice hockey?” I asked, this was something new.

“Urgh, you guys are intolerable,” she silenced us with her finger.

“… and now we will switch to the royal palace in Angeles, to watch the live draw for Prince Arin’s Selection.”

The draw, of course that was what had sparked Gina’s interest. For some unknown reason, the entire Selection had slipped from my mind.

Nevertheless, I felt a little flutter in my stomach. Nerves. Looking over to my friends, I noticed the tense looks on both of their faces. Lo’s hands were clasped together, while Gina’s had disappeared in the pockets of her cardigan.

“Welcome,” some weird voice-over called.

With that the camera focussed on the prince.

“Urgh,” I rolled my eyes.

Lo poked me in the side, laughing, “oh Tavi your distaste is showing.”

“I don’t understand how you can hate someone who is that good looking. I mean have you seen that jawline? Perfection.” Gina had had a crush on the prince for as long as I had known her.

I rolled my eyes again, “I don’t hate him.” The drawing began before I had time to explain myself further.

“From Allens … Idalia Moretti.”

“He doesn’t look very happy,” I couldn’t help but comment, “or comfortable.”

Gina sighed probably annoyed that she couldn’t listen to the show properly, “his engagement was called off not that long ago. That is a pretty hard thing to deal with.”

“Yeah, I see, it’s so hard that he’s having a Selection. Shouldn’t he like get over the other girl first?”

My friends ignored me.

“From Angeles … Emily Rose White.”

This thing was going to take forever. I just wanted to look at the catalogue again, not at that prince, “he’s making me feel uncomfortable, just by watching him.”

Again, no response from either of my friends.

I took that as a sign to remain silent, knowing very well my friends wouldn’t reply anyway now that their eyes were locked on the prince.

“From Dakota … Brooke Lynn Sanders.”

Gina let out a breath she was holding, “okay now is Denbeigh,” she took our hands in hers, “fingers crossed it’s one of us.”

Her hand palms were sweaty, she must really want this.

“From Denbeigh … Octavia Hayes.”

We were all silent for a minute. Then Lo started screaming, Gina joining her. “Oh my GOODNESS!”

“Tavi! You’re going to the palace! You’re going to meet the prince!”

“Yeah,” I was absolutely lost for words. Meeting the prince hadn’t been the first thing that came to my mind, hell it hadn’t even been the second or third thing.

The first thing I thought was: I’m one step closer to getting my dad out of prison. I will be in that freaking library day and night looking for the book that is going to help me. There must be something somewhere about a second opinion on a court order, or something else to annul the judge’s decision.

“Ohhh, I’m sooo jealous of you right now. You are going to meet the prince! And there’s a chance he will fall in love with you and you’ll have beautiful babies.” Gina pulled on one of my curls, it bounced up and down as she let go of it.

“Uhm, I think that particular chance can be redeemed to zero.” I bit my lip, not even in my biggest dreams had I imagined my name would be drawn.

“Tavi, listen. I know you only applied for those laws books, but you need to be friendly to the prince if you want to stay,” Lo insisted, “or else you will be eliminated.”

“And I have to interact with him?”

“There are girls who would kill for a chance of even being in one room with him,” Gina took over, she sounded very serious suddenly. “You’ll meet him that’s for sure, and if you actually try you might make it far enough to earn a date. Just at least try to be nice, okay?”

“Just don’t insult him,” Lo added, “or his family, or the country. Okay, don’t insult anyone.”

The way my best friends were looking at me brought me right back to the good old school days. That was exactly the way teachers had looked whenever I had done something naughty. Which had basically been at least once every day.

“Do you promise?” Lo asked when I didn’t respond.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try not to insult anyone.” I sighed, this is going to be so much harder than I thought.

All of a sudden a lot robot-like voice yelled “BREAKING NEWS”.

It just scared the living shit out of me. We turned as one towards the laptop again.

On the screen was that fake blond woman in her tracksuit again.

“Prince Arin just completed the draw for his very own Selection. Some famous girls will be joining him at the palace. Our very own province will be represented by Octavia Hayes. You might have heard of her, given that she is some meekly Five. But her father’s name will ring a bell. Octavia’s father is Caspar H., a dangerous convict in prison for murdering Winnipeg’s beloved mayor Wilfred Wallis. He might have very well passed the criminal gene onto his daughter. Not only is she definitely not a good representative for Denbeigh, but the lives of the royal family might all be in danger.”

“Damn it!” Stupid news anchor. Why couldn’t they just stay out of my family’s business. Now the entire country will be aware of this. My dad’s arrest did make the headlines of some newspapers when all that had gone down. But that had been 6 years ago and I had hoped no one would remember that.

But now it was out in the open. Again.

It didn’t even matter that my dad was innocent. He had already been suffering for it by being locked up far away from our family.

“Tavi,” Lo put her arms around me, “that’s just bullshit, no such thing as a criminal gene exists.”

Gina joined our hug, “you can’t take anyone seriously who wears a tracksuit on live TV.”

*** Couple of days later ***

Dear dad,

My name got drawn for the Selection, I’m going to the palace and meet the prince. Some palace person is coming to pick me up anytime now so I can’t write a lot. Plus, if the mail has already arrived then you will have to wait another month before you get this anyway.

I asked Daniel if he could start writing a monthly letter as well, maybe he can even add a little picture of Melody so you can see her for the first time. He said he will take care of mom, Aria and Arlan as well. Molly will just cook dinner for more people, which she doesn’t really mind doing. At least that’s what she said.

Anyhow I will write to you from the palace.

Lots of love,

Octavia

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*** At the airport ***

The car journey all the way from Winnipeg to somewhere in Sota had lasted for ages. Even though I hadn’t really been aware of that, since I fell asleep as soon as they closed the doors behind me.

A frustrated voice had woken me up, “can you please stop drooling all over the leather upholstery?”

My eyes flew open, saliva was indeed smeared on the seat. I quickly wiped it off my face, where it had been present as well. “Sorry,” I mumbled, I then realized we had arrived at the airport, I quickly opened the car door and jumped out.

What I immediately noticed was the rain puddle I had landed in. My shoes and socks were soaking wet. Great.

“Maybe you should try to act more lady-like?” the driver said with a very disapproving tone, looking me up and down. He had already taken my guitar case out of the car and was about to put it right onto the wet street. I quickly grabbed the case out of his hands, clutching it close to my body.

The driver sighed, “there’s the entrance to the airport. Inside it will be clear which directions to follow.”

I made my way towards the entrance he had pointed at when I heard him mumble to himself, “why did I had to drive a barbarian?”

As I turned around, the car’s engine had been running again. I wasn’t sure if he could see me, nor I did I really care. I showed my middle finger to the car anyway. Asshole.

Never had I seen an airport before. It was freaking massive, people walking in all possible directions. Some carrying luggage with them, others with balloons that read “we missed you” or “welcome home”.

One day, my fam and I will be waiting at the airport, carrying one of those dumb balloons around. Coming to pick up dad.

I snapped out of my daydream by someone tapping me on my shoulder. “Miss Hayes, please come with me.”

Nodding, I followed the person not really having another choice since I had no clue which way I had to go. Maybe this is some insane kidnapper.

My heartbeat increased; did I just make a stupid mistake?

“Only one girl has arrived so far. You are to wait for the others before you can board the plane.”

Okay, no insane kidnapper then.

Unless.

This is a complete setup created by his crazy brain.

Panic filled my body, damnit how will I get out of this situation.

Okay, if I just push the person onto the floor, that will give me a chance to run for my life.

One.

Two.

Three.

I took a deep breath in, ready to make the push. But at the last minute the person side stepped which caused me to lose my balance. He looked at me in a very funny way, “please take a seat, the flight attendant will come get you in a few minutes.”

My cheeks turned very very warm, the redness might very well have equalled the red colour of a traffic light.

Trying to calm myself down, I slumped down into a chair. Yikes, only now became I aware of it again. My socks were still wet and cold. Sigh.

After taking a few deep breaths in and out, I noticed the other girl.

“Oh hey, you’re also a Selected?” I started, realizing it wouldn’t be a bad thing to talk to someone.

She turned towards me, “I am Brooke Lynn Sanders, but just call me Brooke please!”

Not knowing what else to do, I waved at her a little awkwardly. “hi Brooke, nice to meet you. My name is Octavia, but please call me Tavi.”

“Nice to meet you Octavia. Did you have a good journey?” I could already tell she did have the lady-like manners I had been lacking.

Oh god, I couldn’t possibly tell her about the drooling situation, so I decided to stick to a vague answer. “Yeah, it was alright thanks. What about your own journey? Which province are you from?”

“My send off from Dakota was a bit bumpy but I am here now. I wish they would have let me take the train though...”

Another girl arrived, also looking very much like someone the prince could end up with. Compared to these two, I was more of a rag doll.

Pushing my feelings behind that wall deep inside me, I waved her over, “oh yeah hi, please join us.”

We chatted some more for a bit, until Haven arrived.

The way she was walking, the only person I had seen walking like that was Long-Beard Logan, the homeless guy who could often be found near New Wave Records. He walked the same way, but he had one wooden leg.

Then Haven opened her mouth, a weird voice coming out, “hi.”

I noticed Brooke shared my confusion, “uhm hello?”

She took out her phone and typed something, it read ‘I’m Haven’.

My confusion hadn’t ebbed away, “are you alright?”

She typed some more, ‘yup:)) just got a bad cold! what are your names?’.

As a response to that we all introduced ourselves again. These girls didn’t seem to be that bad, hopefully the other Selected at the palace were the same. But the chance of that being true was small. Also, why did I care what the other girls were like? I wasn’t there to make friends, with them or with the prince. I had applied for the thing I needed most. Access to the royal library.

“Have you guys ever been on a plane before? This is all very new to me.” I admitted, trying to ease the nerves that had been building up inside me ever since my name had been picked in that draw.

Brooke had a very strong opinion on planes. Private planes more specifically.

Which came as a shock to me. The private plane part. I didn’t know what I was thinking but taking a private plane had never crossed my mind.

In the meantime, Brooke started talking about the CO2 emissions.

“How else would we get to the palace without having an endless journey? It’s not like there’s a teleportation device, right?” I said a little more vicious than I intended. The higher castes used planes all the time, if anyone had a cause in the destruction of our planet it was definitely them.

Brooke definitely had thought of it all, as she mentioned the outstanding quality of the Illéan train system. Clara chimed in to agree with her.

I decided to not mention my exact thoughts about the higher castes, given the fact that I had promised my friends back home not to insult anyone. So I just nodded my head, “yeah okay I understand your point.”

We were able to board the plane shortly after that. Brooke sat down in a window-seat and Clara nestled herself in the seat next to Brooke’s.

I took a chair on the opposite side of the plane, trying to create some sort of privacy for myself without being rude.

Haven sat down in the seat next to me and smiled at me.

The entry door closed; I could no longer contain my nerves. “Here we go I guess.” I tried to calm my breathing, but it didn’t really help. I tried to think of my family back home in Denbeigh, didn’t help either. I heard my dad’s voice in my head, it was like he was actually talking to me, “You are a strong girl, the flight will be over before you know it. Octavia, you can do this.”

A weird sound whisked my dad’s voice away, I looked over towards the source of the sound. It was Brooke choking on her drink. “Please don’t die,” I said. Her dying here would be a shitty start to this whole adventure. Besides, Brooke actually seemed like a nice person.

She coughed, “I am – I am trying.”

Haven mentioned her sibling, how they were close and stuff. She then asked if we had any siblings ourselves.

This provided me with the perfect distraction. I turned towards her, “yeah, I have three siblings. One older brother, a younger sister and a younger brother as well.”

Normally I would never share such personal information with someone I had just met but talking about them was the distraction I so desperately needed from this whole plane situation.

The others talked some more, but I just realized the one and only thing that would get me through this.

Music.

“If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna listen to some music.” I said as I took my earphones out of my bag. “Haven would you like to join?” I asked her politely, given that she was sitting right next to me and it would have been quite rude otherwise.

She smiled at me and nodded, so I handed her one of the earphones. “I do have a very mixed taste in music so you’re in for a treat.” Maybe I could even make her listen to our own music, you know casually extending Five Whispers’ audience.

As a reply, Haven winked at me, “I love a girl with mixed music taste.”

Oh who would have thought, I had something in common with another Selected. I too liked people with a diverse music preference, since music says so much about a person. The quote ‘You are what you listen to’ was on one of the walls of New Wave Records music store. It was also my own personal life motto.

Clara and Brooke continued chatting, but I didn’t listen anymore. The music had taken a hold on me and it had only released me from its grip when the plane hit the ground in Angeles.

#selectionoc #practice challenge #fic

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majiksart · 6 years

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The ultimate OTP Advent Calendar

This is an advent calendar for the OTP’s of me and my friends. Odd numbers are Marvel OTP’s and even numbers are for other OTP’s. So everyday you’ll get a drawing and a story, that you can find below :) x

Day 01 - Stony Day 02 - Drarry Day 03 - Winterwidow Day 04 - Superbat Day 05 - Les Hawkeyes Day 06 - Destiel Day 07 - Clintasha Day 08 - Johnlock Day 09 - Frostiron Day 10 - The Impossibles Day 11 - Science Bro’s Day 12 - Merthur

Day 06 - Destiel

„Why do I need to wear that?“ Dean looks down and fumbles with his tie. It’s Christmas damn it! He wants to wear… well nothing really, but Sam would’t let him do that anyway. But a sweater and some sweatpants would’ve been nice. He doesn’t want to pretend to be an agent today.

„Because it’s a Christmas party, Dean.“ Sam says it, as if that would explain everything. Dean rolls his eyes.

„Okay. We start again. Why are we having a Christmas party?“ Dean whines and he sits back down on his bed. He doesn’t want to pretend to be happy. Because he isn’t happy.

„Because it is fun. Dean come on. Let’s just enjoy this bit of peace we have right now, alright? Everybody is already here and I just want… to have a real Christmas.“ Sam says and he smiles hopefully at Dean, who rolls his eyes a bit harder at that. Of course he could never say no to Sam’s puppy dog eyes.

Sam is right. They didn’t have a proper Christmas since Dean was four and…Sam doesn’t remember those christmases anyway. Dean remembers them a bit. Remembers his Mum baking cookies with him, remembers snuggling in front of the fire… remembers presents…

Dean shakes his head.

„Yeah yeah, got it. Just… do we have beer?“ Dean asks and knows that he won’t drink tonight anyway. He would just pretend to be happy a few hours and then go to bed.

„Course we have!“ Sam beams and leaves the room with that. Dean smiles a bit and then follows him. The sooner the party starts, the sooner it ends, right?

Dean goes down the steps and looks around. They are at Bobby’s and Dean loves it here. He has good memories from this house, but today there are too many people here. Dean tries to see Sam, which should normally not a problem with his height, but he doesn’t see him.

„Great.“ Dean mutters. Probably half of the guests hate him anyway. He just wishes…

„Hello Dean.“

Dean startles really bad, when Castiel stands directly next to him. Normally he doesn’t even bat an eyelash at that anymore, but this time Castiel really surprises him. Dean puts a hand over his heart and takes a deep breath.

„Dude! I told you to stop that.“ Dean says, when he doesn’t feel like dying of a heart attack anymore.

„But you called me.“ Castiel says and he frowns adorably at Dean.

„I didn’t…“ Dean stops at that and looks away. Castiel is right. Dean wished for him to be here, to enjoy Christmas with Dean. To just… you know being there.

„So what do you need my help with?“ Castiel asks and he waves at Bobby, when he sees him in the crowd. Dean swallows and then shrugs. He can’t say what he really thought earlier.

„I just wanted you to enjoy Christmas…“ Dean says and he hopes Castiel believes him. Castiel frowns a bit more at that, but then he smiles brightly at Dean. It makes Dean feel things, that he doesn’t even admit to himself.

„I do! I mean I don’t understand the reason for it, even if you told me a million times… but this seems just nice.“ Castiel answers and his blue eyes are wide, when he looks around again. Dean doesn’t care about anything in the room. He can just look at his angel.

Eh.

The Angel.

„You look good.“ Dean says and when he realizes he says it loud, he nearly bites on his tongue. Castiel smiles softly at that and Dean can’t help it. He focuses on Castiel’s pink lips. Damn.

„Thank you Dean. You look wonderful yourself.“ Castiel answers and Dean shrugs. He knows that most girl like it, when he wears a suit. But today Castiel wears one, too. Without his trench coat. Don’t get him wrong, Dean loves the trench coat but this suit without it is just… damn. Dean coughs slightly and hopes his face isn’t too red.

„So what is that?“ Castiel asks and then points at something above their head. Dean looks up and his blood freezes. It’s a mistletoe. Right above their heads. Dean takes a step back and bumps with his back against the doorframe. Oh no.

„It’s uhm.. just a flower.“ Dean tries and he winces inwardly, when Castiel doesn’t seem to believe him. The angel looks around and then shakes his head.

„I don’t think it’s just a flower. I mean there are some under every door. So why would you hang a flower upside down under the ceiling? That’s weird. Even for humans.“ Castiel mutters and he pokes the mistletoe. It swings a bit at that and Castiel nods at himself.

„I should probably ask Sam, he seems to know those things.“ Castiel says then and Dean gasps.

He panics even more, when he sees that Castiel looks for Sam to ask him that. Because of course damn Sammy would explain it to him. Dean tries to stop him and somehow clutches to Castiel’s wrist. Castiel stops at that and turns around.

He is very close.

„Dean?“ Castiel whispers and it’s the deep voice that breaks Dean in the end.

„It’s a mistletoe. It’s a weird tradition. You.. you have to kiss the person, that is standing with you under it.“ Dean says and he hopes nobody looks at them. Castiel is still so close and Dean could…he would just need to take a step forward.

„Kiss?“ Castiel breathes back and Dean nods. He is sure, that he can’t get a word out anymore, even if he tried. Castiel is the one who takes Dean’s hand properly in his own hand. Dean is sure his hand is sweaty and gross, but Castiel doesn’t seem to mind.

„Dean?“ Castiel asks again, when he takes a tiny step closer. Dean can’t concentrate anymore. He only sees his angel and it’s like, he is in heaven. As if there is bright light around Castiel. As if there is only Castiel in the world.

„Yeah?“ Dean says and his voice is almost as deeps as Castiel’s. Dean licks his lips and he sees how Castiel glances as his lips.

Castiel doesn’t answer, instead he finally makes the last step and kisses Dean. Dean is flying. The good kind of flying, not the bad kind in a plane. Dean closes his eyes and puts his free hand on Castiel’s hip. Castiel’s own free hand is already in his hair and Dean sighs happily into the kiss.

Castiel chuckles at that and uses the chance to kiss Dean even deeper. Dean never felt like this. His legs wobble a bit and he kisses Castiel again and again. He groans quietly, when Castiel bites into his already swollen underlip. Fuck.

„Dean.“ Castiel says again and then he ends the kiss. Dean needs a moment to come back to the reality. He opens his eyes and looks directly in Castiel’s. They are a really dark blue.

„M-my Angel.“ Dean says and he doesn’t even know why the fuck he would say those words now, but he can’t help it. Castiel’s smile is worth the embarrassment.

Castiel turns around and Dean sees Sam standing there only now.

„Oh Sam. I don’t need the other mistletoes anymore. Already got him under the first one.“ Castiel grins and Sam’s smile is just as evil. Dean sputters and then crosses his arms, while he pouts.

Angel?

Forget it. He just kissed the Devil in person.

Dean smiles, when Castiel takes his hand again. Well maybe Dean would love to stay on the bad side, just this once.

#destiel #dean winchester x castiel #castiel x dean winchester #destiel fanart #destiel art #my advent calendar #ulitmate otp advent calendar #advent calendar

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chatlote · 7 years

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Bruises Left Behind

Ship: Keith/Lance Word Count: 1275

Summary: After the Blade of Marmora 'Knowledge or Death' trial, Keith skin is filled with bruises.

Lance had no problem with the fact that Keith was Galra, the Blue Lion had been on Earth, the chances of a random galra falling love there and having a child? Lance was a romantic and he believed those chances. Anyway, he had no problem, what he had a problem with though was how Keith took a step back and hissed in pain when he gave him a gentle nudge on the shoulder.

People left the Bridge one by one, Keith saw them leave and Lance stared at Keith, thinking. Eventually he approached him when they were alone. "Can I talk to you in private for a second?"

Keith looked confused, no wonder. "Sure?"

"Follow me." Lance replied, walking out of the Bridge and making way to the dormitories, he made Keith enter his room first and then he followed behind. "Can you take your armor off?" He asked, a bit hesitant but determined to get the answers he was looking for.

"Uhm, why?"

"Just, just do it." Lance didn't want to explain himself, he doubted Keith would agree if he did.

"Alright then." Keith took of the armor parts of their suits, leaving him on a black shirt and black pants that they wore under the armor.

Lance squinted, trying to find what he was looking for with no success, The shirt also covered the neck, "Take off your shirt."

"Lance- What is going on." Keith asked, slightly flushing, getting embarrassed.

Lance gulped, okay maybe his request sounded a bit odd. "I am not going to do anything I just need to confirm something."

When Keith didn't move he added. "I have seen you on your swim suit, this isn't much different."

Keith sighed and complied, as the shirt slowly revealed big dark purple patches of skin. Lance froze, he was right but he hated it. He stared wide eyed at all the irregular shaped that kept appearing as more skin was revealed. Keith eventually got the shirt through his head and looked at Lance. "Is this- uh..." He drifted off to realize how Lance was staring at him, and looked down to himself. "Oh, uh-right."

Lance took a step closer, Keith took a step back. Lance took another step, Keith stayed in his place.

Gently, Lance touched a spot on Keith upper arm, Keith wincing almost immediately. "This- this isn't because you are galra is it."

Keith didn't reply. He stayed weirdly silent and pulled his arm away from the touch.

"What the fuck did they do to you." Lance asked, anger was probably evident in his voice as he stared at Keith, their eye level basically the same since their height difference was basically nonexistent. When Keith broke eye contact, he stared at Keith face closer, he could see that his cheek was darker too, he looked down at his shoulder and realized that there were.... finger marks. "We can't work with them." Lance said, furiously.

"Lance don't-"

"This- this isn't how you treat people, this isn't how you treat team mates, they-" Lance took a step back, taking it all in again.

Keith took a step closer and grabbed Lance's arm. "Lance you don't have to worry about this."

"Don't worry about it? Keith if I even as much touch you, you will draw back in pain! I think that's plenty to worry about!" Lance panicked, what exactly had went on? What had they done to Keith who was one of their best fighters? Lance eyes opened wide as realization hit him like a cold rain. "This- this is why red was attacking their base."

Keith gulped, "This will heal Lance. I am fine, I brought this onto myself."

"Keith, you look everything but fine . You were in enough pain to make Red move on her own!" Lance fury was washed away with worry. "Are you- and reply to me honestly- really okay? Did they do this to Shiro too? Are they forcing you to cooperate?"

"No! No , no Shiro is fine- I, they didn't even want to work with us. This is all because I refused to give them the knife without getting some answers." Keith explained as well as he could manage. "The trial refused fighting their members- I was outnumbered and out skilled- that is all. This is my own fault."

Lance frowned, honestly not convinced, "I don't buy it. Even if what you are saying is true, that just sounds messed up, you don't- you just don't put a person through that."

"It's their own costumes Lance, we have to respect that as Paladins of Voltron right?"

Lance snapped. "To hell with that! What's the point of being a Paladin if this is how they treat us- how they treat you?!"

"I appreciate the worry, but it's fine. They said the trial was knowledge or death and I went through it on my own accord and came out alive. I was too stubborn to give up and this happened."

Lance blinked, then he blinked again. "They could have killed you?" This story kept getting worse and worse, and Lance just didn't enjoy this.

"I- Yes, but I knew that from the beginning, Lance I chose this, it's fine."

Keith was too calm about this and it was ticking Lance off. "You chose to be put through torture is what you are saying."

"No- I- You are using my words against me aren't you."

"Of course I am, look at yourself!"

Keith sighed, "How can I make you drop this and agree to work with them without bringing this up?"

Lance pondered on the question, at this point he was aware that Keith had already forgiven the Blade for the hell he had been put through, didn't make Lance any safer about working with them but- if Shiro was aware of this and had agreed then he supposed he had no choice but accept it too. However he wasn't going to accept Keith get out of this that easily. "I want you to spend the night on a healing pod, I will make excuses for your disappearance." He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Wha- but these are just bruises!" Keith argued. "They will heal on their own in a few days."

"Which means that in a night they will be completely gone and as you are aware, we don't have 'days' do spare." Lance reasoned. "You are not going to be able to fight properly like that."

"I am pretty capable of fighting like this." Keith said with what looked like a pout.

Lance raised an eyebrow. "Even I could beat you like this, and either way, you asked me what would make me drop the subject and these are my conditions."

"So I have no other choice do I?" He said with a sigh.

Lance smirked, seeing that the win was within his reach. "Nope."

"Fine." Keith agreed, then he paused to look at Lance with a questioning look, and a small smile. "It's unusual of you to be so caring you know?"

Lance shrugged sheepishly. "No idea what you are talking about, I always care for my teammates."

"Sure thing." Keith said with a smile. "Can I get dressed now then?"

Lance turned around, going in the direction of the door. "Knock yourself out, and I better not see you again today by the way." Turning to look back at Keith. "I will check the pods and I will know."

"Fine." Keith said. "See you later Lance."

With a wave, Lance left the room.

thank you for reading!

hope this was enjoyable, this might have a bit of a sequel though i haven’t written it yet

#klance #voltron #my fics #fanfic

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