#I was on my way to my favorite coffee place and this darling puppy was sniffing along the main road

[insistonyourcupofstars]

Every time a pet dies on the side of the road, car culture becomes more and more evil.

[i-luvsang]

the voicemail he leaves you – ateez

gn!reader , fluff , cw : mentions of food and drinks (in yeosang, wooyoung, and jongho's), usage of pet names (love, darling, my sweets, baby)

hongjoong – “hey love, let me know when you get this. i know you’re in a meeting right now and i know i can just text you, but i just thought, yknow… a voicemail might be nice, i guess. anyways, i was just gonna tell you that you left your sweater in my studio the other day and not to worry about coming to get it, i’ll drop it off at your apartment tonight. love you, see you in a few hours.”

seonghwa – “hi darling. will you call me when you get the chance? i can’t figure out where to put the bouquet of flowers we got this morning, and it was too hard to explain over text. should they go on the coffee table, or the dining table, or maybe in the bedroom? none of them look quite right, but the flowers always look nice when you place them. i love you, talk to you soon.”

yunho – “my sweets! why aren’t you picking up your phone? don’t tell me it died again, you silly. anyways, text or call me when you get this!! i have something to give to you, and no, before you ask, it’s not a puppy. and yes, before you ask, you’ll still like it. hurry and charge your phone so i can see you soon! ba bye, love you.”

yeosang – “hi, i um, don’t really leave voicemails much but i had a few questions and i guess i just figured it’d be easier than texting… and you said that you liked– nevermind, just, um… do you need me to grab anything from the store later today? and do you have anything in mind that you want for dinner tomorrow? also i was wondering which place you get that one drink you like. just let me know whenever you can.”

san – “hi baby! i wanted to talk to you, but it looks like you’re busy, so this will have to do. i’ll be home pretty soon, by the way, i’m in the car right now. which is funny, usually you’re there before me. today wooyoung tried to show me a new song, but you already showed that one to me yesterday. did you listen to any more songs by that artist? i didn’t get the chance yet. i’ve got to go, but i love you!”

mingi – “baby, i miss you. call me when you wake up, will you? i don’t care if it’s late where i am, but i want to talk to you. you can even get ready for work while on the phone, but i swear i might die if i don’t hear your voice soon. i have to go now, but i love you!! i love you so, so much. i hope you’re sleeping well right now. talk to you soon!”

wooyoung – “baby!! i’m bored. have you listened to that song i sent you yet? i swear you’ll love it, it’s just your type of song. oh! and did you see that pair of pants i sent? what do you think of them, should i buy them? also, i was wondering if you wanted me to get soda or juice for dinner tonight. or both. just text me when you get off work. love you lots!”

jongho – “hi, i was at the grocery store and i couldn’t remember which snacks besides your favorites you wanted me to get, so i just grabbed a ton. so don’t be surprised by the abundance of bags on your counter when you get home. i had to go back to work, but call me when you get home, okay? and text me when you leave work, too.”

[alotofpockets]

A Valentine's Surprise | Hailee Steinfeld

Pairing: Hailee Steinfeld x Reader

Prompt: “Do you want to come to my mom’s birthday with me?"

masterlist | marvel masterlist | Words: 700

One of Hailee’s biggest loves was her dog, Martini. She was a Yorkshire terrier, a tiny ball of joy. The love Hailee had for the dog inspired the idea for the best Valentine’s day gift for your girlfriend. You did some research online and found a great place to adopt a little puppy. You made an appointment for the next day, since Hailee would have a long shooting day, and asked Griffin to come with you.

He was very excited, as he loved Martini very much as well and he thought it would be the perfect gift for his sister. The next day you meet up with Griffin for coffee, before heading over to the animal shelter. The two of you walked into the dog section of the shelter and met all the dogs there. Saying “Hi buddy” every time you met a new dog. You thought all of them were adorable, but none of them felt like the right dog for Hailee, until you heard a small bark coming from a kennel that you had thought was empty. It was the same high pitched bark that Martini had, which made you think this dog would become instant friends with her. You walked back to where the sound was coming from and sure enough there was a tiny Yorkshire terrier puppy looking back at you. “Hi buddy” you called again. The dog wiggled forward, eager for you to pet him. Looking up at Griffin you shared a look, without a word you both agreed that this was the perfect dog for Hailee.

You called over the shelter employee and signed all the necessary paperwork before you were allowed to take the puppy home. After signing the employee opened the cage and gave you all the dogs belongings, his favorite toy, the leash he had gotten used to and some left over food. The little guy jumped in your arms as you reached out to him. Griffin snapped a quick picture to show Hailee later and you were on your way home.

Back at the home you shared with Hailee, Griffin helped you introduce the dogs to each other. At first they were taken back a bit by each other’s presents, but they quickly warmed up to each other and started playing together. When the dog was all settled in Griffin went on his way home. “She’s going to love it, y/n. Text me any pictures or video’s of her reaction, please?” You hug him, “I will, and thanks again for joining me today.”

A couple hours later you hear Hailee’s car pull up in the driveway. You rush to the door to surprise her. You walk up to her at the car, “Hi darling.” You greet her with a soft kiss on her lips. “Hello my love.” She says back as she takes your hand in her own. “I love your enthusiasm coming to get me from my car, it’s very cute, but you usually don’t pick me up at the car. What’s going on?” She knew you well. “I’ve got a surprise waiting for you inside.”

You lead Hailee to the front door and ask her to close her eyes as she walks in. Right away the new dog comes running up to her and starts sniffing her shoes. “Alright, open your eyes.” You say as the dog is wasting no time to investigate the new smell that is Hailee. Hailee’s eyes widen in excitement as she sees the surprise. “Happy Valentine's Day!” She picks up the dog and hugs him tight to her chest, giving him many kisses to his forehead. “This is the best present ever! Thank you so much.”

You snap a couple pictures of the two of them together, before Hailee notices Martini isn’t there. “Has he met Martini yet?” You laugh, “Yes he has, they’re already best friends. She’s hiding behind the couch, right now. They were playing when you got here.”

“What do you want to name him?” You ask as you wrap your arms around Hailee’s waist, leaning your head on her shoulder. “What do you think of Brando?” She asks after thinking for a moment. “I love it, Brando it is.”

~

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[yelenasdiary]

Reader and Wanda were having a good time in the snow. When they go inside they drink hot chocolate and cuddle. And Wanda says how much she loves reader and is happy that they are celebrating Christmas together.

☃️ Christmas Love ☃️

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Sharing Christmas with you brings Wanda a new wave of emotions.

Super Light Angst | Fluff | 0.8K | No Warnings | 

Translation: dorogoy (darling)

AC: Wanda deserves all the happiness in the world! 

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"It's so beautiful this time of year" Wanda smiled as you both walked home from a short walk around the neighborhood, her arm linked in with yours as she brushed up against you to keep warm. "I love the way the snow falls however it likes" she added. This wasn't just any normal Christmas for you or for Wanda. This year was the first year the two of you would spend it together and Wanda planned on making it one to remember forever. 

"Have you ever built a snowman?" You asked as you both came up to the neighborhood park, "Pietro and I did when we were kids" she replied with a less happy tone. You knew holidays like these would always bring back that heartbreak for her, missing Pietro and her parents. "Let's build one! It'll be fun!" you encouraged as you took the turn and entered the park. "But honey, it's late already" Wanda replied, "Relax baby, we'll go home and snuggle with hot chocolates soon, let's make something fun for the kids that might come play here tomorrow" You smiled with the best puppy eyes you could throw at her. "Okay" she smiled softly. 

She helped roll the base ball of snow for the snowman and instantly you could see how much she was enjoying herself, giggling whenever you would playfully kick snow up at her. All you wanted was to make Christmas special for her once again, even if it meant the smallest things meaning the most to her. It took a few attempts to get the second ball to sit perfectly on top of the first one, Wanda already wondering off to find small stones and sticks for arms and eyes. Once the head was on, you allowed Wanda to add the last details before she stood back with a proud smile, "he's so cute" she scrunched her nose a little while you wrapped her in your arms to keep her from freezing, "He's happy" you smiled before the two of you returned to the footpath, walking home. 

Thankfully home was nice a warm, you took your coat off and placed it on the coat rack before helping Wanda with her coat. "Go get comfortable darling, I'll make us some hot chocolates" you smiled, kissing her forehead as you walked by. Wanda walked upstairs to the bedroom where she changed into her favorite pjs along with one of your hoodies for extra warmth before she made herself comfortable in the shared bed waiting for you to join her. Wanda always liked her morning coffee extra hot, so you knew she'd like her hot chocolate extra hot and made sure to make the drink extra creamy for her. 

"I was starting to think you got lost down there" Wanda smiled as you entered the bedroom with a mug in each hand, "Almost, I stopped by the living room on the way" you joked, placing her hot chocolate on her bedside table. 

"You stole my hoodie again" 

"Not stole, borrowed" Wanda chuckled as she sat up, resting her back on the headboard, "Give me that, go get your pjs on, I thought we could end the night watching movies" she added before you could reply. She looked at you with her big green eyes that you loved getting lost in so much, smiling, you handed her your mug and grabbed some freshly cleaned pjs before making your way into the bathroom. 

Wanda was snuggled up against you with her head resting on your shoulder as you both drank your hot chocolates and watched her favorite Christmas movie. You couldn't keep your eyes off her, taking in every single detail of her as she watched the movie peacefully. The way she couldn't help but get closer to you when she finished her drink, interlocking her fingers with your free hand as your other arm was wrapped around her, tracing shapes on her hip. 

"Thank you for making Christmas special, dorogoy" she spoke softly, breaking your wondering thoughts. "You're welcome, Wands" you smiled placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Sweetheart, I mean" Wanda paused to sit up and look into your eyes, "I haven't enjoyed Christmas for a very long time" she started as tears built up in her eyes. "Hey, you don't have to do this" you sat up a little more so you could hold her, "I know this time of year is hard, but I am here, and I don't plan on going anywhere" you added. A slight smile formed on her lips, gently her right hand cupped your face, her thumb stroking your cheek. 

"You have made this Christmas so special, and I love spending it with you. Just you, nobody to bother us…I need you to know how much this means to me" her eyes never leaving the strong contact with yours. You placed a hand on top of the one she had on your cheek and lightly smiled, "you mean so much to me" you replied. Wanda smiled softly with a small stream of tears rolling down her face, she didn't care how vulnerable she looked or felt right now, all that mattered to her was being with you now and for many years to come.

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[yanderemommabean]

The way Prof. Dexter is handcrafted to all of my personal tastes down to the letter? Amazing. Immaculate. My joy is palatable. What do you think the mostly likely role for his darling would be? A fellow professor? The school librarian? A random person he say studying at his favorite Cafe? Im curous about the senerios! I need everything you have on this dude he's the love of my life

I’d say either a passionate student at the college or a fellow professor! Someone who’s into his morbid curiosity and likes both the creepy and the cute side of life!

He’s very protective once he starts to notice you. First it’s friendly, looking out for you and making sure no one’s bullying you on campus or in the teachers circle. Getting you coffee or iced tea, asking you in depth questions because you love to truly dive deep and theorize about things, simple stuff like that.

Then once he’s fallen for you, he’s much more intense with his possessive and protective tendencies. Sitting beside you whenever he can outside of class (if you’re a student), visiting you as often as possible when he’s on break and bringing you food, becoming more handsy with you during conversation or simply walking beside you- it only escalates from there.

When he believes he’s truly found his soul mate, he indulges the dark beast within. No one’s off limits from his list, if he has to kill them himself he will. It’s a slow process to isolate you and gain your complete trust, but once it happens you’re at his complete mercy. You’re blindsided by how fast he’s able to control and take over your life, putting everything in jeopardy if you don’t go along with his fantasy.

“Just stay back a while longer, talk with me! I’d hate to have to discuss your grades with your family…I’d rather it be you”

Or if you’re a fellow teacher

“Getting rather friendly with those students aren’t you? I don’t mind you being a parental figure but…I don’t like how they get close. I truly would hate to have to report you for misconduct if this continues”

Dexter has a lot of ways to get what he wants from you. He wouldn’t ever physically hurt you, that’s just barbaric! But If he has to scare his cute little puppy so they learn their place, he will. It’s all out of love of course!

-Mommabean

[harryhoney-bee]

I'm feeling really soft and fuzzy today, So if I can request something I want to do that abeja 🐝💓

#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.

Tag me if you write this baby ✨✨

Adore you alot 💕

Night Routine

Warning: your ovaries might explode... mine did 🤚🏻 I would give this man 9 children if he asked.

Word count: 1.7k

I have a kofi, so please consider buying me coffee if you can <3

I hope you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think 😚

“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.

“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”

Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.

“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”

“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.

Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.

In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.

“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.

“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”

Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.

“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”

“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.

“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”

“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.

“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.

“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.

“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.

Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”

“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”

Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.

“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.

“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.

Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.

Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”

Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”

“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.

Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.

“What story do you want today?

“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.

“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”

Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.

To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”

“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”

“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”

“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”

“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.

“Oh baby, I am the lu--”

“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”

“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”

“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”

“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.

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[marlena-immortale]

New Experiences: Part 1

Summary: Damiano wants to explore a new kink and is nervous to bring it up with you, but you ease his nerves. 

CW: SMUT, masturbation, anal play, choking, d/s dynamic (dom reader), dirty talk, discussion of pegging 

Word Count: 2.3k

Damiano David is a confident man. Anyone that’s met him can see it. He knows he’s hot and he doesn’t care what other people think of him, except for you. He holds your opinion very highly and definitely cares what you think about him. So when he discovers something new about himself that he wants to try out, he is very hesitant to bring it up to you. He knows that you’d never judge him and you’d probably even be into it, but his nervousness seems to still be weighing on him. 

A few weeks ago, Damiano was scrolling through Instagram when he found a post of a man dressed in panties, arching his back and bent over, with a woman’s hand on his back pushing him down. He could feel his cheeks heat up and couldn’t help but screenshot the picture (for research purposes only of course). He didn’t know why it had such an effect on him but he decided to file that away to deal with at another time. 

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Days later, you were out with your friends and Damiano had the whole house to himself. He lays down on your shared bed, cuddled up in the freshly-washed sheets. He opens his phone and finds the picture his mind just won’t let go of. Without realizing it, his other hand drifts down his own body, pretending it’s the girl’s in the picture, or better yet, your hand. He imagines your breath in his ear as you push him down into the mattress. His hand tucks inside his underwear and starts playing with his half-hard dick. 

He lets out a frustrated moan as he imagines your hips pressing into his ass. He puts his phone down, his imagination more than enough now, and brings his other hand down the back of his underwear, reaching in as he shifts to lean more on his side. His finger makes its way down further and he presses it lightly to his hole. He gasps at the new sensation but it turns into a moan once he decides that he really likes the feeling. He lets himself experiment a bit and starts rubbing little circles against his rim. His mind clouds with thoughts of you telling him what a good boy he’s being, moaning so loud and making such pretty noises while he explores himself. He can feel this new sensation all over his body and instantly knows that this will be a staple in his self-pleasure routine from now on. 

His other hand quickens its pace on his cock as he reaches his climax much quicker than expected. He can feel his hole contract on the very tip of his finger as he cums all over himself, his body shaking with pleasure. He sits there for a moment, processing what he just did and how good it felt, realizing that he definitely has to work up the courage to bring it up with you now. 

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The next day, he wakes up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee and carries himself to the kitchen to find you making espresso. You turn around to see your lovely boyfriend clad only in his snug underwear and open oversized flannel falling off his toned shoulders. A smile spreads across your face at the sight, pouring two cups of coffee. You can tell that he seems a little nervous for some reason by his hesitancy to walk closer to you like he normally would. He stays rooted by the doorway, shifting his weight from one foot, to the other, to the doorframe, and back. 

“Everything ok baby?” you ask while setting cups down on the table in front of him and pulling out the two chairs and sitting down. Damiano follows your lead and sits across from you, taking a sip from his coffee. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine…. I just have something I wanna talk to you about,” he confesses, his eyes casting down at his cup held tightly in his hands. 

You try not to get nervous yourself at his hesitancy to tell you. “Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything,” you respond, reaching to take one of his hands in your own, stroking his thumb. The gesture calms him down a bit and he takes a deep breath before replying.

“There’s something new I want to try…. like, in the bedroom,” he says, attempting to maintain eye contact the whole time. You instantly relax, a small smile now on your face, knowing it’s not anything serious and that you’d be happy to try anything he’s interested in.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we could try…. pegging?” he says, surprised at his own hesitancy to admit his secret to you. You’re not sure why he was so nervous, it’s not like you haven’t casually brought it up before or joked around about it. In fact, you’re more than willing to try it out with him and already have some fun ideas swirling around in your head about how this could go. 

“Is that all? I’d love to fuck you darling,” you offer with a smile, threading your fingers through his own now sweaty ones. His face fills with relief and he lets go of some of the tension in his shoulders. “How about we go to my favorite sex shop and pick something out together?” you offer. 

“That sounds good. You’re really into this right? You’re not just doing this for me?” 

“Oh trust me, I am most definitely into this,” you say as you stand up and stalk over to his side of the table, climbing onto his lap, running your hands over his chest. “I can’t wait to have you trembling beneath me, my cock deep inside of you,” you whisper into his ear. You hear a soft whimper come from his mouth.  

Your words ease his worries, and also makes his heart beat a little faster and breath get a little heavier. You take his jaw into your hand and guide him to look up at you as you continue, “I’ll take it slow though baby, don’t worry. I’ll have you all stretched out and ready for me. You’ll be making such pretty noises for me, I promise it’ll feel so good”. You can see his eyes dilate and feel him getting a little excited when you shift your hips in his lap. Your hand travels lower to wrap lightly around his neck and his head tilts up, allowing you more access to feel his blood pumping under his skin. “How’s that sound baby boy? Do you like the sound of that?” 

He nods dumbly and you let him try again. “Words sweetheart,” you urge. 

“Yes, yes that sounds… really nice”.

“Yeah? Good. Why don’t you use that pretty voice to tell me exactly what you want” you whisper. It’s so easy for you to have him blushing and whimpering like putty in your hands. You just barely tighten your fingers around his throat and listen to his breath hitch and a pathetic noise leave his mouth, surprising even him. 

“I want you…” he trails off. 

“Aww, did my baby get all shy?” you coo at him. 

“I um, I want you to… I want you to shove your fingers inside me and thrust so deep I can feel you everywhere. I bet you’d just love to see me all helpless and fucked out,” he says, his bratty energy coming out in full force. His eyes are dark and lidded as he looks at you with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow, a smirk appears on your own face, seeing how he wants to play this game now. 

“You’re right baby, I would love that, to have you writhing and desperate, grinding your hips down onto me,” you say with a tight grip on his throat and the other hand slipping down to his inner thigh for emphasis. A broken whine escapes his pretty lips and you feel his erection growing against your ass. 

“But I guess you’ll just have to wait for now,” you say with a cocky smile, and swiftly lift yourself off of him with a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving him turned on and missing the feeling of you on his lap. 

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   The next day, you’re on your way to the sex shop, Damiano practically hanging off of you as you walk to the entrance, a lazy smile plastered across both of your faces. When you get to the shop, you immediately guide him to the section in the front where you know the strap-on harnesses are. His cheeks heat up, imagining you wearing it, and his head instantly goes to burrow into the space between your neck and shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp soothingly and when you see that it’s just an embarrassed smile on his face and not anything bad, you pick out a nice leather harness and lead him to the dildo section. 

You can tell that he’s getting all shy and a little subby so you decide to play with him a bit. “Why don’t you pick out one you like, sweetheart?” you ask him, your fingers tilting his chin up and to the wall of dildos in front of you. He looks around, flustered and slightly overwhelmed by all the decisions. He’s still attached to your side, acting less bratty than usual, being too out of his element to attempt to annoy you. This sweeter side of him is just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and you plan to see just how sweet you can make him. 

“I want you to pick it out for me,” he whispers, still a little ashamed even though there’s no one nearby. 

“Are you sure baby?” you ask, honored that he trusts you to make the best decision for him. 

“Yes,” he says, nodding while pawing at your waist like a little puppy wanting all of your attention. You melt seeing him be so cute and submissive for you. 

You look to the wall of dildos and find the perfect one; a pretty pastel pink one that’s as close as you can find to Damiano’s actual size, “so you can get a taste of your own medicine,” you say with a wink, placing it in your basket. 

His blush deepens pinker than the dildo realizing that he’s intimidated by his own length. You guide him further into the store, the both of you still with stupid smiles across your face, so enamored and in love with each other. You find the lingerie section and pick out a pretty white lacy set for him, knowing he loves the feeling of lace against his skin and knowing just how sexy  he’ll look in it.

You pick up a few more supplies you’ll need for the big night and check out at the counter before walking back to the car. As soon as you put the bag in the backseat and get situated in your seat, you look over at your beautiful boyfriend and sub to find him looking more embarrassed than he has been all day which was strange considering you’re alone now and not staring at a wall of dildos. 

You look down to see the cause of Damiano’s embarrassment; the growing bulge in his pants. You smile, knowing how shy he gets about getting hard so easily. 

“Aw, my poor sensitive puppy, always so easily turned on,” you say, leaning in close, your breath on his neck and your fingers brushing gently across his clothed erection, teasing him. As soon as he whimpers and starts to buck up into your hand, you sit back up and start the car. 

“Nooo, please touch me,” he whines when you start pulling out of the parking lot. 

You laugh and respond, “Well if you behave like a good boy, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get home”. He pouts but doesn’t say anything else. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, I promise,” Damiano desperately responds, needing some sort of release. 

“Okay then, I want you to unzip your pants, pull your cock out, and make yourself cum,” you instruct him, keeping your eyes on the road ahead of you. His hands immediately fumble at his zipper, trying to get it down as quickly as possible. He pulls his pants and underwear down just far enough to pull himself out of them and immediately begins softly stroking. You can feel yourself getting turned on hearing his noises beside you as you navigate your car along the highway. He gasps as his thumb rubs across his tip, his head thrown back and hips moving of their own accord.    

“C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that,” you encourage him condescendingly. 

“Please, I need your hand,” Damiano begs you as he desperately strokes himself, staring at your hands clutching the steering wheel. 

“Aw honey, I know you can do it yourself. You’re being such a good boy for me,” you say. Your words bring him closer to his climax as his hand speeds up on his cock. The car fills with the beautiful sounds of Damiano’s moans and gasps and quiet whimpers of your name that barely are able to make it past his lips. He only needs a few more strokes until he’s loudly moaning and spilling all over his own hand and shirt. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you say, a big smile on your face as Damiano catches his breath, recovering from his orgasm.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Engaged | Mat Barzal

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

Summary: Mat proposes to you

Word Count: 1,929

Everything in italics is a flashback!

“Good morning (y/n)!!” you hear someone yell and you instinctively pull the covers over your head.

The person jumps onto your bed, pulling the covers back down and your eyes peek open to see your best friend grinning above you.

“Tito, go away,” you groan trying to yank the covers back.

“(y/n), get up,” he says

You shake your head and hide further away into your bed. Tito being his excited puppy-like self won’t take no for an answer and finds your waist, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up out of bed. You end up in his arms bridal style, with a look on your face that could kill.

“Choose your next words wisely,” you warn, finally opening your eyes to look at him.

“I have coffee and food downstairs. Take a shower and then we can go shopping,” he says and a smile creeps onto your face.

“Wise man.”

Tito grins, carrying you into the bathroom and dropping you down before telling you he’ll be downstairs. You shower quickly, getting dressed in something decently cute, and head down to the kitchen where Tito waits.

“There’s my girl,” he says and you curtsey fakely making Beau laugh.

“Yeah yeah. Where’s my coffee?”

Beau laughs, holding your coffee out to you which you happily take. You take a sip and hum in agreement. Beau laughs once more and you spin, heading towards the door.

“Well let’s go!”

The minute Mat received the text from his best friend that you and he were off shopping, he heads over to their shared apartment. He anxiously grabs everything, the rose petals, the outfit he would change into, the ring, and anything else he thinks he needs to propose. He bounces around the apartment, anxiety running through him, as he runs through the plan in his head one more time.

He had wanted to propose to you for ages. The idea coming strongly to him one night when he came home late from a game, your sleeping form curled into the couch, wearing his jersey, and your homework set out before you. He leaned against the doorframe and thought that he wanted to come home to you every single night. And every single day after that, that was the only thought in his head. That he needed you here, with him forever.

He employed the use of Beau, both of yours best friend. He knew he had to get everything ready and had to get you out of the house for the day so you wouldn’t be suspicious of his actions. He told Beau to get you a cute outfit and go as far as get your nails done together for the day before Beau would bring you to the building where he was proposing. He hoped everything was going to go perfectly.

You were becoming slightly suspicious more and more as the day went on. You weren’t sure exactly what was going on, but when Beau suggested you tried on every dress you set your eyes on, decided he would pay for most of your clothes, and then said you should get your nails done and the two of you could talk during it you knew something was up.

Far be it from you to decline a free manicure, so as you and Beau sat together at the salon you cast your eyes over to him.

“What is going on?” you ask and he coughs, stuttering for a moment before responding.

“Nothing? Why would something be going on?”

“No reason,” you decide and he nods.

Once your nails are done Beau tells you there’s one more place you have to stop. You get to the strangely familiar building, the two of you climbing to the top floor. Your nerves take over as Beau leads you to a room. He casts you a smile before swinging the door open. Your jaw drops at the sight before you.

It was a penthouse, one of the more gorgeous ones you had ever seen. Rose petals litter the floor, light music playing in the background, and there was Mat standing just past it all. A white button-down stretches across his broad shoulders, gray slacks falling over his legs. His back is turned to you and you take a moment to gaze over his figure.

“Go,” Beau whispers behind you.

You smile at your best friend, making a mental note to thank him later. You step into the penthouse and the door shutting causes Mat to look at you. He turns, his hair falling over his eyes and a nervous smile appearing on his lips.

“Come here,” he says holding a hand out to you.

You make your way over, a nervous step about you but you take his hand and he pulls you in. Mat wraps an arm around your waist, pecking your lips nervously before taking a step back.

“Hi baby,” he says.

“Hi. What’s all this?” you ask your head swiveling to take in the decorations, the music, and the gorgeous view.

“Okay I’m gonna say a lot right now, so just give it a second before you say anything okay?”

You nod and Mat smiles, intertwining your hands in front of him. You look up into his stunning hazel eyes and a smile widens across your lips.

“Do you like the view?” he asks and you finally cast your eyes across the balcony to see the skyscrapers littering the sky, a beautiful sunset falling in the back.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe out and Mat smiles, staring lovingly down at you.

“Yeah, it is.” You turn to look back at him and Mat grins at you.

“My love, you have been the most important thing in my life since I’ve met you. I know every single person from announcers to the press to media to even fans has hyped me up and given me the biggest ego possible. But none of it matters unless I have you by my side.”

You let go of one of Mat’s hands, to come up to your mouth, shaking nervously.

“You bring out the best in me, you always have. And there are millions of girls who throw themselves at me when I’m on the road,”

Your smile drops for a moment, your head tilting to look at Mat and he giggles lightly. He holds his free hand up, telling you to wait a moment.

“Hey (y/n/n),” you turn to look at Tito, and he nods his head in the opposite direction.

You look to see a girl, hand wrapped tightly around Mat’s bicep, and gazing up at him as if he’s the greatest thing God has ever made. She wasn’t wrong to look at him that way, but you should be the only one to do that.

You grimace at Tito, handing him your drink which he takes, smiling knowingly. You march over, trying to keep your jealousy in check as you approach Mat and the random girl.

“Well hi darling,” you greet coldly and Mat looks up at you, panic flashing across his face before a proud smile sits upon his face.

“And you are?” you ask swiveling your attention onto the girl.

“I’m,” she starts and you hold your hand up to stop her.

“Not his girlfriend I’ll tell you that.”

The girl flounders before you flash her a smile that gets her to turn and rush away. You turn to Mat, and he shakes his head, a laugh approaching his lips as he raises his glass.

“You are terrifying when you’re jealous,” he says and you smile.

“Just protecting what’s mine,” you shrug and Mat sets his glass down.

“No need. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

“But none of them are you. No one will ever compare to you. You are my everything. You make my stomach erupt in butterflies every time I see you and you remind me that all of those cheesy love songs are true. And as much as you jokingly say you hate it, I know you love it when I serenade you”

“Mathew Barzal come back here!” you call to your boyfriend who rushes up to the microphone in the middle of the bar.

“Hi everyone,” he says and you press your face into your hands.

“I just wanted to come up and sing some karaoke! This song goes out to my beautiful girlfriend.”

You groan, the rest of the boys you came out with laughing and patting you on the back as they watch their teammate and your boyfriend make an absolute idiot of himself on stage. It was one of your favorite songs, and you smile like a dork, holding a hand up to your lip as you bite it trying to push the smile away.

“Baby, I love you!” Mat yells at the end of the song.

You cackle loudly and Mat makes his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“And even if you’re not listening to me serenade you, I know you’re here for me through anything and everything. Fuck you would bail me out of jail if I needed it,” he says and you giggle lightly and nod.

“And you’ve loved me on my best days,”

You sit anxiously waiting for Barzy to come out of the locker room. The isles just won the game that gets them into the playoffs, and you were beyond excited to sit and watch every game. Just as you were looking around, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

You shriek, before giggling loudly knowing Mat’s strong arms around you. He sets you down, and you spin around, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders. He slips his around your waist, holding you tight against him. You both giggle excitedly, and Mat pulls away for a moment quickly pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re going to the playoffs!!” you yell and he smiles wide.

“And you’ve supported me, cheered me on, and loved me through the worst ones,” he continues.

“And darling,” he says, grabbing your hands again and you look up at him.

“You’re even there to take care of me when I’m fucked up,” he admits and you laugh.

“Baaaaby!!! Oh, baby girl!!” Mat yells and you flinch knowing he’s drunk.

You turn and Mat drapes himself over you, the alcohol apparent on his breath. He smiles lopsidedly, pointing to someone random over your shoulder.

“Hey! This is my girl, and I love her so much!!” he yells drunkenly, and you grin.

“And my love, you’re drunk.”

Mat frowns at this accusation, but when he sees your face again, a smile reappears. You grin, falling for this boy even more at the moment before grabbing one of his hands to rest firmly over your shoulder and dragging him out of the party.

“And this is easily the longest speech of my entire life, but you’re everything to me. I come alive when I’m around you and you always bring out the best in me and I-” he pauses and you squeeze his hands in encouragement.

He keels down, pulling one hand away and digging out a velvet box. He pops it open, before casting his eyes back up at you.

“I guess what I’m saying is that I fuckin’ love you. And I want to know if you will marry me?”

“Mat you’re so dumb of course,” you say diving into his arms.

“I love you so much,” you tell him pulling back as he slips the rings on your finger.

[spencerreidsconverse]

When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”.  You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”

[imaginesig]

Christmas Eve Dance

Jack Hughes fluff

Summary: after the kids are sleep, yours and jacks parent duties kick in.

"Jack if you drop that and the kids wake up I'm gonna tell them you killed Santa," I threaten to my husband. He gasps dramatically.

"You wouldn't dare," he challenged.

"Try me," I raise my eyebrows at him before setting down the wrapped gifts in my hand. Jack set his load down next to time then backed off so I could arrange them around the tree.

After a few straight minutes of present arrangement I step back to look at my work. I smile taking in the tree with its white and green theme. I could see the few colored ornaments, special to our family, displayed on the trees front. Some were pictures sealed against wooden shapes, some were the ugly ones schools sends home (but the best few of those), one was a Forrest green heart with the coordinates of important places in mine and jacks relationship: where we met, first place we lived together, where we got engaged, and where we got married.

"Looks great darling," Jack said kissing me on the cheek.

"Thanks now I think Santa has one more task before he can head off," I hint walking over to the cookies left sitting on the coffee table. Jack laughs at me before taking one of his own and eating it.

"What was your favorite present as a kid?" I ask as he sets the plate filled with cookies in between us.

"I have the most basic answer ever but it's gotta be my first pair of skates I can remember. Yours?"

"When I got a puppy," I answer.

"Jackson? The dalmation?"

"That's the one."

"Can I ask a kinda sensitive question?" Jacks asks.

"You can ask me anything, I know you wouldn't ask something to purposefully hurt me," i respond.

"What was Christmas like before your mom died?" he spoke gently. I smile at the memories.

"She would decorate the house to the max. Like I mean the living room, each bedroom, and the dinning room had their own trees. Each had a specific color scheme. We would put these big Charlie Brown lights on the house outside, along with other light up decorations for the yard, she'd decorate the mantle all scenic, everywhere you'd look: Christmas. She would make plans with friends to go drive by and look at houses all lit up, it was a few hour ordeal. It was everything I could've asked for. I was always happy, she went above and beyond, I never told her how much I appreciated it enough," I felt jacks hand wipe my face off, "sorry I ramble didn't i?"

"It's fine. I love when you talk about your mom. You get the best smile I've ever seen and your eyes light up a lot. I'm glad to see how your mom has shaped your Christmas spirit," Jack smiled. I sent one back before we sat in a comfortable silence.

"Ok bed time," I announce after we ate way more cookies than Jacks diet allows.

"No wait I have one more thing," Jack grabs my hand and spins me around.

"Jack it's 3 am and we all know the kids aren't gonna be patient when they wake up," I try to reason my way to bed.

Me and Jack started the Christmas tradition when we moved in together, we would spend time with family; playing games and other activities to occupy ourselves Christmas Eve. Then we would watch our fav movies just the two of us and enjoy ourselves however it felt right that year. When the kids came around the tradition was added to; after our movies we'd put out presents and eat cookies. Our small movie marathon lasted longer than expected, and we were up later than usual.

"it'll be quick, promise," Jack walked over to his phone with laid on the couch still. Have Yourself A Marry Little Christmas played through the speaker. I smiled as Jack made his way back to me.

Have yourself a marry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Jack grabs my hand and leads me toward the open area behind our couch. He sends me a loving smile before holding me close and beginning to sway us. The twinkling lights placed around the room blurred into the background as I focused on Jack. His hair was a slight mess, his eyes glowed with the lights, and I could make out part of our tree in them.All the lights were off expect the ones being used for decor. Their soft glow showing up on his skin, casting light shadows in certain places. I leaned head down to rest on his chest, feeling him kiss my head and resting there,  as the song continued.

Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us once more

I thought about our families. Jack and mines wonderful kids upstairs sleeping, no doubt about Santa. I was thankful for them both, how beautiful they were. They turned out better then I could've every hoped.

His parents and brothers, and how we'd be flying out to meet them for a Christmas dinner and be staying there through New Years. They were always there if i needed anything, including Jack or not. His parents especially helps me during both pregnancies when he had to be away.

I smiled thinking how my dad is celebrating Christmas, we offered to let him stay with us but he declined. Ever since I moved out, i worried about dad spending holidays alone, even after him insisting he's ok. I didn't worry too much considering I'd see him again for the festivities at the Hughes house.

The team and their significant others/ families popped into my mind. I hope they were as happy as I am right now.

Through all the years we'll be together

If the fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a marry little Christmas now

The song ended and Jack brought me into a slow and sweet kiss. Once we pull away I can't help but smile.

"Jack that was really romantic," I complement.

"I try," he shrugs. We both begin to quietly laugh, "well it's bed time for us now."

"Yes it is," I sign jokingly, expressing my tiredness. He chuckled before leading me up the stairs like a prince would.

"Good night baby," I say kissing him quickly once we're both settled.

"Good night love", he responds.

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[a-crepusculo]

Little Sister (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Bisognin (F!MC) Premise: The Ramseys welcomed their newest addition. Rating / Category: General / Fluff Warning(s): None Word Count: 981 words

Prompt: 79. “I never imagined that someone's heartbeat could sound so amazing.” from 101 ways to say i love you prompts

A/N: All the fluff, right here! Huge thanks to the Anon who sent in this prompt, this was super cute and I can’t help but melt at my babies, having their own babies 🥺

A soft click and a teeny weeny excited gasp had awoken Marchia from her catnap, prompting her to shift her body to welcome her expected guests. The familiar tall figure was holding hands with someone with a smaller physique, tiny fingers enwrapping his large palm.

“Mama, you’re here!” a high-pitched voice exclaimed, gleefully jumping into her bed.

Marchia, feeling her chest swelling with so much warmth, smiled down at her first-born. It felt like it was only yesterday that they welcomed her into this beautiful, peculiar world they lived in. It was only yesterday that they held her petite, fragile frame in their arms.

Time certainly flies when you have the perfect little family.

“You found me!” she replied with unrivaled enthusiasm, capturing Liliana in a loving embrace. 

Ethan trailed behind her, arms overflowing with sunflowers and a giant tub of her favorite ice cream—cookies and cream. He put down her gifts on to the coffee table, and soon after, joined their little bubble of joy. Quickly, but affectionately, he kissed both of them on the top of their foreheads.

The blonde toddler giggled in delight, body squished in between her parents. 

Ten years ago, if a person told him that he would have all of this—love, his own family, a life worth living—he would have yelled at them for being delusional and walk away. Back then, all of it seemed beyond his grasp. Too far off that he did not even dare to wish for it, to hope for it.

As it turns out, the universe had orchestrated his whole life just to bring them together.

After being released from her parents’ doting squeeze, Liliana flaunted her puppy eyes and said, “Can I hold my little sister, now?”

Marchia let out a little chuckle, her heart blooming with joy. "Of course, my darling.”

Liliana’s azure eyes—the exact copy of her father—immediately lit up, rounded rosy cheeks adorning her precious petite face. Without warning, her short arms wrapped itself around him tightly. No exchange of words was needed because Ethan knew that her little girl wanted him to scoop her up and carry her to the sofa, where her mother and younger sister was waiting.

Along with their little one, he gently plopped down into the smooth sofa, placing himself in between his wife and daughter. As if by second nature, her tiny form burrowed into his side.

“Here,” Marchia smiled, carefully transferring the infant to her husband. “You can hold her together with Papa, okay Lil?”

Again, the four-year-old nodded eagerly, looking toward her father.

Ethan cradled his second-born, skillfully and protectively—not like when he first held baby Liliana. This was not the first time he carried his youngest daughter, but somehow an odd knot formed in his throat as the revelation struck and reminded him of one fundamental fact—that he is a husband.

A father.

A devoted, loving father for his two beautiful children.

He would not trade that for anything else in this whole world.

“Papa,” Liliana called out, grabbing his attention. Her light colored brows pulled together as she caressed her sibling’s puffy cheeks and asked, “Why is she... so small?”

The pure and simple question evoked an eruption of effervescent laughter from both parents.

“That’s because she’s still a wee baby, my love,” Marchia informed, followed by a peck on her head.

“Right now, she’s small, but she’ll continue to grow a little bit bigger every day,” Ethan continued, lips curling a fond smile of his own.

“Whoa!” she squeaked, eyes glimmering with curiosity. “Will she grow like Clifford the Big Red Dog? Can I play with her then?”

“Not quite, sayang,” he commented, sounding thoroughly amused.

“But don’t worry, you can play with her soon enough, okay?” Marchia uttered, reassuring her enthusiastic child.

The preschooler, unable to contain her excitement anymore, leaped out of the sofa. “Hooray! I can play with her!”

The couple laughed as Liliana playfully skipped around the room, her long ponytail bobbing wildly as she moved around. Watching the scene made him realize how much things have stayed the same, yet also how much they have changed—for the better.

Surely he has Marchia to thank for that.

Directing his gaze back to the neonate, he could clearly see her wife written all over her—deep emerald eyes, pointy nose, small lips. She was radiant, tucked peacefully in his arms, shining like the sun itself.

He lifted his free hand and delicately placed his fingers above her chest; slowly rising and falling. This monotonous motion—the act of inhaling and exhaling air—is often overlooked by dozens of people, underappreciated by many. People tend forget how valuable it is, they tend to forget that it is the sign of life.

Ethan lifted the small infant and turned his head to the side, placing one of his ears on her chest. The rhythmic melody, reassuringly strong and steady, in many ways were therapeutic—as if he was swaddled inside this warm cocoon.

“I never imagined that someone's heartbeat could sound so amazing.”

The words came out of him in a quiet whisper, almost like he was only talking to himself. He raised his head and marveled at the heavenly sight once again—wonder-struck by his own daughter.

Marchia nodded solemnly in response, the corners of her lips turned upwards. “I know. I never imagined it, too.”

Both of them gazed lovingly their bambino, eyes shining with adoration. The baby cooed, extending her arms up with grabby hands, reaching for her Papa’s face—probably because she knew that she has him all wrapped up in her tiny fingers.

They are together now, and they are utterly, perfectly complete. 

In the comfortable silence, they continued to count their blessings, thank their lucky stars for giving them their little bundle of joy—Adeline Dolores Ramsey.

Additional A/N: Still accepting request for 101 ways to say i love you prompts! Send them to through my ask box, and I’ll try to write something as soon as possible.

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[seriouslysnape]

One and Only

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Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Request: Hi! Could you write something about jealous reader with Snape? I wonder how would he react if he find out she got jealous even though they have healthy relationship and trust each other (〃°ω°〃) (fluff, smut whatever you feel like to write) Thanks! 🐍💚

Word Count: 1,632

“Really? So, you’re just being short with me for no reason?”

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The early days of summer had brought sun warmed days and moon cooled nights with each rotation of the Earth. The joyous season had brought beautiful weather this year, and you had been in high spirits since the season had arrived. Summer always filled you with such merriment and thrill that it was no doubt that it was your favorite time of year.

Which was why Severus couldn’t figure out why you were in such a bad mood.

A sour scowl had been plastered on your face all afternoon, robbing your demeanor of its usual glee and pep. To put it in simplest terms, you were pouting. 

It didn’t take Severus long to notice that something was bugging you. You refused to look him in the eye and you were only responding with short sentences with a flat tone. He felt a twinge of hurt when you brushed him off every time his hands were on you. You were upset with him, which was why he wanted to get through to you. 

“What do you want for dinner, love?” Severus called sweetly from the kitchen. 

You were curled up on the sofa in the living room with a book in hand. You heard him loud and clear, but ignored him. Your eyes continued to scan the pages from line to line, but you weren’t really sure how much you were actually comprehending. 

When he didn’t get a reply, Severus appeared in the doorway. He could feel the tension from all the way where he stood which sent a shiver down his back.

“Did you hear me, angel?” He asked in the same light voice he had used before.

You didn’t look up from your novel, only raising a brow to subtly let him know that you were acknowledging his presence. He spoke again.

“I asked what you want for dinner tonight.” He repeated.

You looked up from the words on the pages, annoyance clear on your face with pursed lips and dim eyes. 

“I don’t know. Whatever is fine.” You said almost in a growl.

You went back to your book, avoiding the concerned look on his face. You felt a little bad for making him feel guilty. Maybe you were being a bit childish, but your stubborn nature almost always seemed to win out. 

“I’ll cook whatever you want. Vegetables are always so fresh this time of year so I-”

“Severus, I really don’t care what we have.” You cut him off, closing your book in defeat and putting it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay...well, how about we go to the park and watch the sunset after we eat? It’s been clear skies all day.” He offered gently.

Normally, you’d perk up at the sound of a summer evening walk in the park, but you remained unchanged. Something had really pissed you off.

“Fine with me.” You replied curtly.

Severus was rather fed up with your snarky behavior, but he was more worried that he had done something wrong. He discarded the thought of dinner and your evening plans for now, taking his place in the living room to join you.

“[Y/N], have I done something to upset you?” He queried, taking a seat on the adjacent sofa cushion.

Your irritated frown was still prevalent as ever, the slight roll of your pretty eyes telling him that he had indeed ruffled your feathers. 

“No.” You lied.

Severus hummed.

“Really? So, you’re just being short with me for no reason?” He acquired.

“I’m not being short.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Severus looked doubtful at that, because you were definitely aggravated. 

“I know I haven’t missed your birthday. It’s not your time of the month. You were fine this morning so it’s something that happened earlier this afternoon.” Severus rattled off.

You went silent, because he was right. Every summer, Headmaster Dumbledore would host a summer luncheon type event for all the Hogwarts professors and their significant others. It was a party of sorts to celebrate another successful year of teaching that was always a hit.

“It wasn’t the lunch party, was it? You had such a nice time.” He wondered.

“Yeah, so did you and McGonagall.” You snapped.

The words left your mouth before you could even process them. Severus’ head twitched in surprise at the sudden confession. He was confused only for a moment before his puzzlement melted into realization. He couldn’t even hide the smirk in his face.

Severus was usually the one to get jealous. You were a strikingly gorgeous woman with a lot to offer. Men ogled over you often, and Severus found himself fighting off desperate suitors. You had a wonderful relationship with him, one that had changed him in the best of ways. You always reminded him of that whenever he grew jealous over someone else, which offered him comfort.

It was interesting to him now that the shoe was on the other foot.

“Are you jealous of Minerva?” He asked.

Your answer wasn’t immediate. Your hesitation gave you away.

“No...” You lied again.

“Oh, you so are.” Severus said lowly.

You continued to refuse to look at him, not giving into him. You weren’t necessarily jealous of Minerva herself. She had always been super kind to you and was a wonderful friend. You sometimes felt a little insecure about the relationship she held with Severus. The term “work wife” had flown into your ears a couple of times from various people, and while you knew that Severus’ friendship with Minerva was strictly platonic, it still bothered you sometimes.

Severus had chatted with Minerva throughout the afternoon, and it seemed that every time you looked over they were laughing or immensely enjoying each other’s company. It put a twist in your gut that you hated the feeling of, and it had landed you in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

“What did Minerva do that has you so uptight?” He questioned.

It felt silly and even a little humiliating to admit that she hadn’t done anything more than speak to him to get you so fired up.

“I’m not telling you.” You mused. 

Severus quirked a brow, and shrugged.

“Fine. If you won’t tell me, then I suppose I’ll have to force it out of you.” He remarked, suddenly creeping closer to you.

Before you could stop him, his hands were at your sides, tickling your sensitive skin and areas that he knew could have you sputtering for air. You broke out into loud giggles and shrieks, a smile plastered on your cheeks. You wriggled underneath him, trying to get away from his attack of kisses and tickles. It wasn’t long before your lungs were painfully constricting and gasping for oxygen, your face going red hot as you pleaded.

“Okay! I’ll tell you!” You screeched.

Heavy breaths of relief sounded out when he stopped. He watched in slight amusement as you regained yourself, your body now sprawled out against the couch cushions. Your laughter dwindled out, the tone in the room changing. You lazily dragged your fingertips along his forearm as he looked down at you from where he straddled you. 

Insecurity was a difficult thing to grasp, and even harder to deal with. You had coaxed Severus through his bouts of it before, but you were now seeing firsthand how kicking it is easier said than done.

The annoyance was gone from your face, but it was replaced with perturbation and even a little sadness. He cradled your face in his hand, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He persuaded you to speak.

“You love me, right?” You pondered, eyes wide and puppy like.

The pang in Severus’ heart was overwhelming. It was such a simple question, but with such heartbreaking implications. Feeling neglected or unloved was the last thing that he ever wanted for you. Severus had plenty of experience with feeling alone in a world of people who always seemed to have their lives figured out. Hearts are meant to provide life and spend their best energy on loving others.

It was a damn hard feeling when your heart didn’t have anyone to love...or when your heart didn’t feel loved.

“Darling, what’s all this? Of course I do,” He hushed; “I love you more than anything. You’re my wife.” 

“I know.” You said shortly, but not in the same way you had earlier.

“I mean it, [Y/N]. Every time I’ve ever told you that I love you, I meant it. You’re my world and my reason for breathing,” He proclaimed, thick with sincerity; “If I made you feel unloved or unworthy, I assure you that wasn’t my intent.”

You shook your head.

“No, no. It wasn’t you,” You replied; “I just care about and love you so much that if I ever lost you to someone else...” 

It was too hurtful of a thought to even finish saying out loud. Severus was glad you didn’t, because he wasn’t sure he could’ve handled it. He had committed to a life of love with you, a commitment that he was determined to stick with. 

“You’re the love of my life, my one and only. I’ll love you forever and beyond.” He professed.

You leaned upwards, catching his lips in a reassuring kiss. They felt like the warmth of the summer sun and the sweetness of your favorite summer fruit. A comforting feeling that you’d go running back to every time. It could always feel like your favorite time of year with Severus.

“So...dinner?” You asked once he had pulled away and was looking into you again.

He shrugged, a devious grin beaming on his chiseled face.

“I say we skip to dessert.”

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

First Period

Holland family X Sister!Reader

Summary: After a bad day at school your brothers treat you to candy and movies.

Warnings: mentions blood, first period, periods in general, embarrassing moment at school, fluff. I edited it half asleep so if there are any mistakes go ahead and let me!

Reader's age: 14

A/n: this is a request! I lost the ask sorry 😬but it was something like: "can you write a Holland!Sister fic that's just comfort and fluff." So here it is! I hope the person who requested this sees it. It was from an anon so I can't tag them or I would. So if you're the person who sent that in thank you! I don't write for tom or his family much, but I hope you like it!

Today sucked for you, it all started at school. You were waiting in line for lunch, and a girl who was in year 12 tapped on your shoulder.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" You asked.

"Wrap this around your waist and go to the nurse." The girl said taking her jumper that came with the school uniform off her shoulders and holding it out to you.

"Why?" You asked her confused. She leaned in closer before whispering:

"You started your period they'll have an extra change of pants and pads." The girl said giving you a gentle smile. Your face turned bright red as you took the jumper and did as you were told. "It's okay it's normal." She assured you. "I'll hold your place in line."

"Thank you." You said before hurrying off to the nurse's office.

It was so embarrassing, now your walking home with Paddy. You are the youngest Holland sibling along with the only sister. You're two years younger than Paddy, eight years younger than the twins, and ten years younger than Tom.

"What's wrong? You've been quiet this whole time." Paddy questioned. You were the closest with Paddy cause of the lack of a large age gap.

"Nothing." You grumbled as the two of you made it home. Once inside you darted upstairs to your room ignoring your other brothers as you did so. Tom and Harry were back in town for a couple of months in between shooting.

"Paddy, what's wrong with her?" Tom asked as his youngest brother walked into the house.

"She didn't tell me," Paddy said shrugging setting his bag down.

After a few minutes, you emerged from the upstairs scowling.

"Wheres mum?" You asked.

"Work. What's wrong darling?" Tom asked you.

"Nothing mate I'm going back to my room." You grumbled before once again retreating to your room.

"We have to cheer her up." Tom declared to the other three Hollands who were also in the kitchen.

"How she won't even tell us what's wrong." Sam said.

"I don't know." Tom admitted.

While they were discussing how to cheer you up, you were upstairs looking for where your mom kept the pads. Having no luck though. After about 10 minutes of looking, you finally took a deep breath and marched your way down the stairs to where they were still talking.

"I need one of you to give me a ride to the shop." You declared.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I just need one." You said crossing your arms scowling.

"Just tell us why and we'll give you a ride." Tom said.

"It's girls' stuff." You muttered.

"Speak up mate." Sam said smirking at you.

"Just take me to the shop!" You exclaimed angrily. Taken back from your outburst Tom nodded standing up.

"Okay calm down we were only joking around." Tom said putting his hands up in defense. "I'll take you."

"Thank you!" You said smiling.

"Let me grab my keys." Tom told you. You nodded taking a seat next to Paddy.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah why?"

"That's a bloody lie mate you just yelled at me, you never yell at any of us!" Sam said.

"Okay let's go now," Tom said walking in with his keys. "You mates wanna come with us?" The three boys looked at each other before smirking and nodding. They were determined to find out why their baby sister was acting the way she's acting.

"Sure!" You groaned but stood up and followed your brothers to the car.

"So y/n what do you need from the shop anyway?" Paddy asked.

"Things. It doesn't matter." You muttered staring out the window as Tom drove.

"Tell us! Come on why don't you trust us?" Tom asked giving you puppy dog eyes through the rearview mirror.

"I need pads." You mumbled, almost instantly did two of your four brother's faces turn bright red. The two sitting next to you in the backseat, Sam and Paddy.

"What did you say?" Tom asked. Harry looked back toward his siblings, you were staring out the window doing your best to ignore your brothers, paddy and Harry had similar flustered looks on their faces.

"I need pads thats all! Can you bloody stop nagging me about this! I just want to get them then go home and be alone!" You exclaimed angrily. That shut your brothers up for the rest of the car ride. None of them knew a lot about periods, but Tom knew it meant you were growing and he didn't like seeing his baby sister grown up. He still remembers the day he found out he was having another sibling, and how he was hoping for a baby sister. He was so happy meeting you, the photo of him holding you as a baby was hung up in his room.

"Okay... You get what you need and meet us here." Tom said awkwardly. You nodded and walked off.

"How do we help her?" Paddy asked Tom.

"I don't know!"

"Candy obviously... Chocolate too." Harry spoke up.

"How do you know that?"

"I overheard mum talking to her." He shrugged.

"Okay we'll get her her favorite snacks!" Sam agreed.

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You stood with just the pads as you waited for your brothers where you agreed to meet up. You saw them come over they each had a bag but you couldn't tell what was in them.

"Can we just go now?" You asked.

"Yep! Let's go Darling." Tom said.

"What did you guys get?" You asked as the five of you loaded the trunk with the 5 bags.

"Just some snacks." Tom said.

"Okay..." You said climbing into the car.

"So... Uh." Your brothers awkwardly tried to start a conversation.

"What?"

"Who's jumper is tied around your waist?" Sam finally asked, from his seat in the front.

"Oh, some year 12 girl gave it to me..." You mumbled not wanting to talk about it.

"Why?" Paddy asked.

"Mate you're not going to like the answer." You declared.

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"It's bloody gross."

"Oh." Tom said in realization.

"Really why?" Harry asked.

"To hide a bloodstain you happy now?"

"Eww!" Paddy gagged.

"I bloody told you that it was gross. Ugh." You groaned leaning your head on Harry's shoulder.

"I didn't think you literally meant bloody." Paddy defended.

"Let's just put this conversation on a hold please." Harry said.

"We're home." Tom declared finally.

"Finally." You said happily waiting until he parked before you jumped out of the car. Once the trunk was opened you grabbed your bag and ran into the house, unlocking the door before darting to the downstairs bathroom. Finally changing into a clean pad, once you left the bathroom you saw your brothers sitting on the couch with an abundance of snacks.

"Mate get over here we got you snacks." Sam said patting the spot on the couch next to him and Tom. You smiled hurrying over grabbing your favorite kind of candy that was sat on the coffee table before you sat down.

"What movie are we going to watch?" You asked.

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By the time your parents got home, you and your brothers were asleep with your favorite movie playing in the background. They couldn't help but smile at the sight of their five kids. You were leaning against Tom with your head on his shoulder, his head was on your head, sam was leaning against you his head on your shoulder, Paddy was asleep on the other end of the couch with his legs wrapped over Sam's lap, and harry was against the arm of the couch, Tessa was even cuddled up with you five as well laying with her hand on Harry's lap.

A/n: I don't write for Tom much because I'm not good at writing British dialogue but I think I did good! Also, I kept reading bloody in a British accent 🤣

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

[vdlest]

As long as we both shall live

Characters:

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

Bucky didn't like the idea of you avoiding him. So during the mini-reunion party, he confronted you.

Warning:

None

⚠️ Read the first part here: 2AM Knock on my door⚠️

It's not a surprise for you to see Bucky lying down on your couch once in a while. Ever since that 2am surprise visit, the two of you has been closer.

There were night where he'll come by and stay for the night, and you don't mind at all. You asked him to use the spare room but insist on staying on the couch. When you asked him why, his answer was, "I prefer to sleep here on the couch to make sure no one will barge in and try to kidnap you."

That makes your sleep more nice and complete. You can finally enjoy your sleep, knowing that Bucky is downstairs, guarding and protecting you.

There were morning you'll wake up and smell his good and delicious cooking. You'll find him cooking breakfast for you in the kitchen and you find it adorable when he wears your strawberry-themed apron, which was a gift from Wanda. You find it adorable when he was wearing that with his vibranium arms.

There were times where you'll be the first one to wake up and you'll find him sleeping on his usual spot. You will prepare breakfast for both of you. Since your kitchen is adjacent in the living room, you always took a glance at him while you were cooking. One time, when you took a glance at him, you saw him awake and looking at you while there's a smile on your face.

Good morning, beautiful. He greeted you and he waved his hands on you.

Good morning, snoring machine.

Sometimes you will come home and see him in front of your door, waiting for you with a box of pizza on his hand and your favorite boba drink on his vibranium hand.

You became each other's company, each other's friend.

But you stopped wanting to be just his friend when he carried you from your couch and bring you straight to your bedroom. You were so tired reading all the reports given to you by Sam and you eventually fell asleep. He carried you all the way to your bedroom. You pretended to be asleep the whole time because you felt his strong arms around you. You felt his heart. You felt his concern and care for you.

That was the night of you realization that you are in love with him.

You are in love with Bucky.

You hid your feelings for him because you noticed that he's not just extra friendly to you. He is like that to everyone. When you were passing by the coffee shop to grab coffee before you head home, you saw Bucky having a conversation with one of the regular baristas there. You admit, you got jealous. You also caught him having that same kind of conversation with your neighbor, your neighbor even gave Bucky a flirty kind of slap on his arms.

Those scenarios made you afraid that he doesn't feel the same way for you, that he's just really friendly. So you decided to keep your feelings to yourself. You also start to avoid him to drift your feelings away and just move on. You thought that won't notice it since you're nothing but a friend to him.

When Wanda and Clint are in the area, they decided to have a mini-reunion party, just a quick catch-up. You offered to do it in your place since you haven't done a house warming party ever since you moved.

Everybody came up — Wanda, Clint, Bruce, Carol, Rhodes, Sam, and of course, Bucky.

The whole night, you were avoiding Bucky and his unpredictable stare. Why'd you call it unpredictable? Because you don't know what his stare mean. It looks angry, sad, blank and whatever. You chose to ignore it as you are trying to move on from your feelings for him.

"So, you and Bucky," Wanda came up to you when you are in the kitchen to get the glasses for the wine that Bruce brought for the party.

You chose to ignore Wanda's gaze and you just kept on whatever you're doing, "What's with me and Bucky?" you innocently asked her.

"That's the exact question I have for you," she shot back to you.

You haven't told anyone about your feelings for Bucky, but if there's one person you arevery comfortable to confide it with, it's Wanda. Well, it's supposed to be her and Nat, but since Nat is gona, you only have Wanda as your choice. But you chose not to tell her because you know she'll just encourage you to confess it to Bucky.

"There's nothing to talk about, okay? There's nothing going on," you denied.

Wanda chuckled, "And you expect me to believe that, silly girl?" she immediately asked you, knowing that you are just lying to her. When you took a glance at her, she was giving you a smile, "If Nat's here, she'll surely roll her eyes at you. I mean, whenever I call you, Bucky is always around you. He's here to accompany you all the time. One time, I facetimed you, he was behind you and I saw how he treats you. And that look in your eyes..."

You decided to cut her off and groan, "What look in my eyes?"

"Darling, that's the exact puppy-in-love eyes I had when I realized I am in love with Vis," hearing her mention Vision's name without stuttering made you feel proud of her. She totally moved on and you see in her eyes that she will always love Vision no matter what. She walked up to you and held your hand, "Y/n, Nat is not here to tell you that you should take your chance with Bucky. But I am here to tell you that you should do it. Don't waste your time. Don't waste the chance you have. Nat and I didn't have a choice. She didn't have a choice for her and Bruce, and I didn't have one too for Vis. So here I am, telling you to choose what will make you happy. Clearly, it's Bucky."

You weren't able to tell Wanda your reasons why you were hesitant to confide your feelings for Bucky. You just approached her and hug her. You let your action speak for yourself. After all, Wanda is aware of it already. She knows you love Bucky.

Aftet that talk with Wanda, you became quiet and you just listen to whatever they are saying and sharing. While listening to Carol's story about her going back here on Earth, you took a glance at Bucky and he was just staring at you. It seems like he was waiting for your eyes to land on his this whole time. But then you remembered that those were the exact eyes having conversation with the barista and your neighbor.

When you saw everyone was too busy talking with each other, you slowly went up to your room to gather your thoughts and have some time alone. Good thing no one noticed you when you went up to your room.

But you weren't alone the moment you heard your door opened.

"You really think I wouldn't noticed that you were avoiding me for quite some time now?"

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice behind you.

You were sitting on your bed, facing the window, and your back was facing the door.

"And you really think I won't notice it when I received an invitation to this party from Sam and not from you?" you heard his footsteps coming towards your position, "I am not dumb, Y/N. I felt that you were avoiding me the moment you said no to me coming over to have pizza and boba time with you. I felt it and I want to know why." his voice is starting to build up but you don't give a damn about it.

"Bucky, please, not now," you calmly said.

You put your hands on your face and you felt your tears are starting to form in your eyes.

You are feeling emotional because you don't know what's gotten into you and you let yourself fall in love with Bucky. You didn't have the chance to release whatever you felt when you saw him flirting with the barista and your neighbor. But here you are now, you are crying your heart out.

You are confuse. You don't know what to feel.

When you felt that Bucky is still behind you, waiting for you to speak up, you decided to walk away, but when you walk past him, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away from him.

He gently pulled you towards him, making you face him.

"I can't, Bucky. I just can't," you said in a low voice and you are trying your best not to look at him because your eyes are red.

He held your chin, forcing you to look at him, "Can't you just tell it to me straight and let me fix it?" he asked you in a more calm voice. "I want to know what's happening to you. I want to know what I did for you to treat me like this. Just tell me, I am your friend."

Upon hearing the word "friend," you exploded like a timed-bomb.

You removed his grip on your wrist and looked him in his eyes, "You really want to know what's happening to me? What's happening to your friend?" you emphasized the word friend, "Well, that's the problem, Bucky! I am your friend. I am nothing but a friend to you! All this time, I'm just a friend! But I'm so stupid to think that I can be more than that! I am so stupid to think that I am the only woman you treat like a princess, that I am the only woman you look at like a piece of diamond!"

He was stunned when you exploded. He wasn't expecting to see this side of you. You've always been quiet, peaceful, warm, and happy-go-lucky, but this time? You're different. Your tears fell down your cheeks and it broke his heart to see you cry because of him.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand any of your words, y/n."

You scoffed and shook your head, "So, you're just gonna deny it?" you asked him.

"Deny, what? I don't unde--"

"I saw you with that barista in the coffee shop! I saw you talking to my neighbor last week! You think I don't see the way you and those girls talk? That's the way you talk to me! That's the way you treat me! And I'm so stupid to think that I am the only woman you treat that way! I am so stupid for thinking that I am special to you, that we have something special!" when you noticed that he is still puzzled, you furiously confessed your supressed feelings, "I am in love with you! I fell in love with you!"

It wasn't your intention to tell it to him, but your heart is so full that you can't contain it anymore. So you exploded and finally confessed to him what you truly feel for him.

Your jealousy pushed you to your limits, and it also pushed you to admit your love for Bucky.

When you saw Bucky was still frozen from where he is standing, you decided to turn your back to him and just leave. But when you were about to hold the door knob of your room, you heard him talk.

"Didn't I tell you not to think that you're just a sister to me?"

You stopped from grabbing the door knob and this time you were the one who froze.

"You know what? You're right. You're stupid. You're so stupid to think that I only see you as my sister, as my friend. You're so stupid for thinking that I treat all those girls just like how I treat you. And you're so stupid for thinking that I am not also in love with you," he said.

You slowly turn around to face him.

You didn't know what to feel when your eyes met his. He's meters away from you but you could feel him in your heart.

"It's not true that I treat those woman like I treat you, because you're different, y/n," he slowly walked towards you, "I am just being friendly to them because every girl deserves to be treated nicely. But with you? It's different. I am not treating you like a girl, I am treating you like my queen, because that's what you deserve. I've been hiding the way I feel for you because I have no idea how to put into words. I have no idea if you feel the same way to me, especially when you started to avoid me. And it made me insane when you were avoiding me. I didn't know what to do because I don't want to lose you. I lost everything. I lost my life. I lost my best friend. I lost my family. And I won't allow myself to lose you."

"Bucky," you can't find the right words to say after hearing his confession.

When he reached to where you are standing, he cupped your face, "I am sorry for confusing your feelings. I am sorry for not knowing that you were feeling this way. But y/n, I won't be sorry for loving you."

"I'm sorry," you broke down and your tears resume in falling from your eyes, "I'm sorry for not trusting you. I just..."

He stopped you, "I don't care about anything anymore, y/n. What's important to me is I could finally say what I truly feel for you." he said.

He looked into your eyes while his hands are still on your cheeks.

"I love you, y/n."

You smiled at him, "I love you too, Bucky."

[slowly-writing]

Only You

Jennifer Jareau x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Requested by anon: Could I get a JJ imagine where R is super flirty with everyone especially JJ but then JJ gets jealous when she flirts with others.

“Y/l/n!”

“Yes, beautiful?” You return JJ’s call across the bullpen and she rolls her eyes, but you can see the blush she's trying to hide by looking away.

“Emily needs those files on her desk by the end of the day,” she tells you, gesturing to the stack of papers shoved as far away from you as your desk allows.

“I don’t waaaaaannaaaaa,” you whine and she rolls her eyes again, “you do it for me.”

“Nice try, cutie. Do your own work,” JJ shoots back and you groan, throwing your head back and slumping in your chair.

“Damn Jareau, what’d you do to her?” Morgan asks as he and Reid walk back into the bullpen from their coffee run.

“Nothing! I’m just the messenger here. Emily needs the paperwork from the last case and y/n is mad I won’t do it for her,” JJ defends and you look up at Morgan.

“You wanna help?” You put on your best puppy dog face but he shakes his head, backing away.

“No way, that’s all in you. I’ve got my own paperwork to deal with.”

“I can help. I finished mine before we left,” Reid says and you grin as he pulls his chair towards your desk.

“You’re the best, Spencer,” you place a kiss on his cheek. He blushes but smiles as the two of you tuck into the papers, missing the way JJ’s brow furrows just slightly.

xxxxx

You’re all sitting around the conference room table eating lunch a few hours later. To say the team needed a break from paperwork would be an understatement, so you had all left your desks to hang out over the lunch hour.

“Is that a new shirt, y/l/n?” Prentiss asks and you glance down at it before smirking at her.

“It is, know what it’s made of? Girlfriend material. Looks pretty good on me doesn’t it?” You ask with a wink.

“It’d look better on my bedroom floor,” Emily flirts back and the team bursts out laughing. All except a certain blonde who’s staring very intently at her food. Nobody seems to notice but you. The conversation continues but you can’t look away from JJ who is stabbing at her salad just a bit too aggressively in her seat next to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You whisper and she sends you a tense smile.

“I’m good,” her voice is stiff, and it doesn’t take a profiler to know she’s upset but this isn’t the time or place to have that conversation, so you file it away for later as Emily’s phone rings. She steps out of the room and you all glance after her.

“Any guesses on where this one is?” Garcia wonders aloud, knowing you’re all about to have a case.

“Hopefully the west coast. I need a break from the cold,” Morgan says as Emily enters the room again.

“Well your wish has just been granted, we’re going to California. Wheels up in 20, we’ll have the briefing on the plane,” she says and everyone moves to gather their things, JJ is out the door before you’re even on your feet.

xxxxx

“What can I do you for?” Garcia answers the phone, peppy as ever despite the unfortunate circumstances.

“Hey, it’s y/l/n. We need help narrowing down our suspect pool,” you begin as you place the phone on speaker and set it in the middle of the table.

“Ah yes, my second favorite profiler. What parameters do you have,” Garcia teases and you place a hand over your heart even though she can’t see you.

“You wound me, my love. I thought what we had was special,” you can see Morgan smirking and you roll your eyes.

“It is darling, but nobody can beat my chocolate thunder.”

“Whatever. JJ’s my favorite anyway. She’d never insult me like this,” you wink at the blonde and she laughs, a smile finally back on her face. “Anyway, we need to look into men who’ve lost their job recently.”

“Try people in the construction industry,” JJ adds in and soon enough you’re back to business.

xxxxx

“What are you all up to?” Morgan asks as he enters the small room the local officers have you in.

“Reid was teaching me about important dates in history. Wanna be one of them?” You ask and he laughs.

“Only if you’re paying, hot stuff,” you scrunch up your face in fake thought at his words.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I might be able to make that work,” you tell him with a smirk, even pulling a chuckle out of Reid who still hasn’t looked up from the files in front of him. But you notice JJ is once again frowning, and you’re starting to think you know what’s going on. Before you can question it Prentiss is walking in.

“Alright, I want JJ and y/l/n on the first site. Morgan, Ried, and I will check out the other. We’ll meet back here, hopefully with our unsub in custody,” Prentiss instructs and you all grab your vests before heading to two SUVs.

“I’m glad we got paired up,” you say in a rare show of sincerity as you step into the vehicle and leave the parking lot.

“Really?” JJ asks and you grin at the blush on her cheeks, but as quick as your serious mood came, it’s gone.

“Yeah. I mean, I'm no photographer, but I can picture you and I together,” you tell her and she rolls her eyes as you pull up to the run down house.

“Never serious for long, are you y/n?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You ask before focusing on the task at hand. “You take the front I’ll take the back.”

At her nod you split up, a few local officers following each of you. You wait for JJ’s signal through your earpiece before going in the back door. You’re making your way through the house when you see the unsub. He’s standing directly between you and JJ, a knife in hand. There’s no way for you to take a shot without risking JJ’s safety.

You weigh your options, deciding that your best bet is a surprise attack. You take a running start, sweeping out the unsub’s legs before grabbing his arms as he falls face first. In his shock he drops the knife and you’re able to secure a set of handcuffs around his wrists fairly easily.

“Jesus, y/l/n, where’d that come from?” JJ asks and you smile sheepishly as you roll out your shoulders.

“What? I wanted to play hero,” you justify as you hand off the unsub to the cops.

“You really are something else, huh?” She says and you grin for real.

“The things you do for love.” Her smile falls quickly at your words.

“No one loves me.”

“I’m- I’m right in front of you? How dare you?!” You sputter out and she shakes her head

“I mean really loves me, y/n. We flirt and it’s fun, but you flirt with everyone. It doesn’t mean anything,” she argues and your jaw drops.

“It does when it’s with you!” You all but yell.

“What?”

“I...I’m in love with you JJ. And I couldn’t help the flirty comments I sent your way, so I thought if I said them to everyone, then you wouldn’t figure it out. But it’s always been you, only you,” you promise, taking her hand in yours and pulling her closer. She smiles at you before pulling you into a bruising kiss. It is everything you expected and more, and it is so worth the wait.

“Is this the Hogwarts Express? Because it feels like you and I are headed somewhere magical,” you say as you pull away and she glares playfully.

“Those aren’t done now?”

“Never.”

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