#adding gif later because my date said bye

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

She

Summary: Ethan and Y/n are roomates, but Ethan had always had a thing for y/n and he secretly stalks you and watches you through your bedroom window he's been secretly obsessed with you for months, watching your every move, finding out your class schedule and finding out and be possessive of exes you had in the past, Until y/n secretly gets a phone call from a raspy voice who wants to play a game with her.

Ethan has been obsessed with you ever since you have been in the group, he loves your cute sexy outfits that barely cover anything , and boy does he love to stare. He stalks your every move he knows that you love shopping everyday with your other friends, he knows that your failing every single one of your classes, as much as he likes to say this Ethan knows that your not that smart but he still loves everything about you.

He was very jealous when you had a boyfriend in the group, Ethan would stalk you and your little boyfriend, he was a football player and he started dating y/n like 4 months ago. Everywhere y/n goes Ethan goes. Ethan knows that you went to your boyfriends football games, shopping together, making out outside of school, and the one time y/n brought her boyfriend home. Y/n knew Ethan wasn't home since he was with his study group but that doesn't mean Ethan wasn't watching, Ethan secretly watches y/n and her little pet having sex in her bedroom window, Ethan gets turned on by your moans but he was furious that she was fucking a guy that wasn't him, Ethan had to take him out. Sooner or later when y/n's boyfriend left her and kissed her goodnight. He left and was walking his way home he heard weird noise so he looked back but nothing was there, so he kept walking but he heard footsteps he turned around and saw Ghostface standing right in front of him stabbing him in the chest until he fell to the ground, Ethan maniacally laughs and starts stabbing him over and over until he was dead, he dragged his body in the corner in the darkness.

Y/n's boyfriends death was all over the news, y/n stopped going out with her friends to the mall, and has been stuck in her dorm room, y/n was around Ethan alot, Ethan wasn't complaining he was glad that asshole was dead and y/n was around him more.

He loves your breast, plump lips, your pink outfits you wear every single day, he loves your butterfly belly button piercing,he loves the way you sit on his lap when your scared it really turns him on and gives him a hard on, But the shocking news is that Ethan and Y/n are roommates.

I know he doesn't like to mention it because the group never knew that Ethan was roommates with Y/n, And don't get the group wrong they love Y/n but they tend to leave her out of things because for not being the smartest in the group, If Ethan didn't have pretend to be Ghostface he would kill every single one of the group take Y/n for his own.

"Hey, Y/n I'm going to go with My study group for econ, I'll be back later." Ethan told y/n as he starts to head out the door.

"You pinky promise ?" Y/n said coming up to Ethan holding out her pinky from him to do the same before he leaves.

"Oh, right, yeah I pinky promise." Ethan said as he stutters around and pinky promises y/n before he leaves.

Y/n giggles and hugs Ethan tightly,Ethan can feels her breast which almost made him grunt but luckily Y/n didn't hear him.

" OK, bye Y/n." Ethan said as he went to the Door and left.

"Well it looks I'm here by myself, I'm gonna go shower." Y/n said talking to herself as she go take a shower for the night.

As Y/n went to the bathroom and turn the water on she takes off all over clothes and get in the shower.

Y/n get her strawberry scented shampoo and put it in her hair she starts washing it off, Y/n starts getting a rag and adding soap and scrubbing her body, as much as Ethan loves the way y/n dresses he is in love with her scent, he loves her strawberry scented hair and her body smelling of vanilla.

Not to mention Ethan loved stalking y/n through the window he sees her walking naked around the house, he would jerk of the thought of your naked body, seeing you in your little shorts that were too short that he could see your pink lacy underwear, you tank tops which shows your perky breasts, he loves when you wear lip gloss he imagines y/n kissing every part of his body.

As y/n steps out the shower she gets her towel starts drying every part of her body, as y/n starts drying herself off she starts putting on deodorant and moisturizing her body.

Y/n looks through her draws getting her red lacy pare underwear and putting on some hello kitty designed shorts and hello kitty tank top.

As y/n made it to the living room she sat down on the couch grabbing the remote turning it on to watch reality TV shows, as y/n giggles watching the drama goes down, all of a sudden your phone vibrates and you look down to see the caller ID says 'Unknown' but you picked it up thinking it was one of your boy toys.

"Hello? " you said seductively. "Hello." Said a man in a deep but raspy voice. "Who is this ?" Y/n questioned.

" My little sweet bimbo doll, those shorts really compliment your ass for every man to see huh? " The man says panting slightly. You roll your eyes in annoyance. "If you wanted a picture of my ass just say that."

" No, you sweet dumb thing I wanna see more than just your ass, sweetheart."

"Really? What do you want to see mystery man?" Y/n said turned on buy kinda intrigued.

"How about we play a game? You like games don't you?" He questions.

"Yeah." Y/n responded nodding her head, biting her lips.

"Strip naked, just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm not there." He says you can tell he's smirking like this is a joke to him.

You put your phone on the couch putting it on speaker phone. You slowly took off your crop top leaving you bare. The man hummed in satisfaction. You nervously took off you shorts leaving you in your underwear this time it was red. " Is that a new pair, God the things you make me wanna do to you." He laughed.

Y/n started think about how the man on the phone sounded oddly familiar. You were practically wet, dripping down your thighs, your nipples were hard. " Mhm." You heard the man said as you saw a figure from the corner of your eye.

"God, your body is just perfect." You saw a man in a Ghostface costume, He walked up to you and slightly pushed you onto the couch, you on the bottom. He pressed his knee between your thighs holding your waist. "You look so cute like this." Ghostface said but something clicked from the familiar voice.

"Ethan?" You whispered in shock as he takes off his Ghostface mask smiling.

Ethan leans down and kisses y/n as Y/n moans through the kiss.

"You make the most prettiest noises, maybe if I fucked you really good you'll keep this a secret."

[pablitogavii]

can you write a fluff where like gavi and the reader go out with friends but they argue before they leave and the reader is just anxious the entire time and gavi notices so they go home and gavi just comforts the reader and they cuddle and go to sleep. please <3

Always There

"Are you ready?" Pablo said walking into your bedroom seeing you finishing your makeup quietly. You had a mini argument a few hours back and since you rarely fought, it was really affecting you.

Pablo said he needed to cancel your next date because of the training session that Xavi added last minute and since you were so excited about it you got mad that it's not happening after all.

You of course understood that his career is important, and are always his biggest supporter but haven't really spent much time with him lately made the frustration build in both of you.

"You won't be cold?" he said after you finished putting on your shoes and you just shook your head without a word. No amor..or princesa..or preciosa :(

When you left, Pablo followed behind you locking the apartment door before opening your car door and driving to meet his friends.

When you arrived to the outside bar, you already felt goosebumps appear on your skin but you but you would rather freeze to death than tell Pablo you were cold right now.

"Hola amigos!" Ansu was excited to see you both as were other players and you all joined them ordering some drinks. When Frankie and Mikky came, you sat besides her instead of Pablo and he just groaned quietly to himself. He hated not feeling you besides him but was too stubborn to pull you back!

“ why don’t you just ask him for his jacket amiga? You’re shaking!” Mikky said and I shook my head no although I already thought about the same thing. Luckily a few moment later, Pablo noticed my ghost bumps and walked up to me to put his jacket over my shoulders without a word.

He went back to his friends afterwards and I blushed hard feeling his strong perfume surround me as his jacket began warming me up. Mikky giggled at my blushing cheeks.

“ you guys are too cute!!” She said and that made me blush more stealing a glance at Pablo while sipping my tea feeling much better now. When he looked back, I quickly looked away feeling so silly and the same I felt the first time we saw each other.

Another half an hour passed and Pablo kept stealing glances with you until he couldn’t take it anymore walking up to where you sat and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Um..amor? Do you want to go home??” He says and you blush hard feeling extra anxious the whole time and now that he was this close to you it made your heart skip around. Not to mention he was calling you amor again!!

“Yes please” you look up giving him the most adorable look and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your forehead before the two of you got to you me feet and said bye to everyone.

While driving, you were anxiously looking through the window afraid of meeting eyes with Pablo but then you felt his hand taking yours and placing it on his lap while holding it. You looked at your connected hands before finally meeting his eyes and you both smiled.

“Fights are so stupid..and I just want to forget about it” Pablo spoke first and you were so glad you both thought the same thing.

“I’m sorry I got angry when you told me..I know it’s something you can’t control” you said knowing when to accept your fault and he smiled bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently before parking the car into the garage.

“I shouldn’t have called you needy because you’re not. You’re such a supportive girlfriend and the best one en todo el mundo!” He said after opening your door and you blushed snaking you hands around his neck and he pulled you in closer for a tight hug. You’ve been craving this for so long..

“Amor..you’re shaking. What’s wrong preciosa?? Tell you Pablito” he said kissing your head while you walked into your shared apartment. You suffered from anxiety disorder and sometimes the effects are felt hours later.

“ I got so scared you’re gonna leave me..and it made me anxious..I’m sorry” you say and he sighed nodding his head and pulling you to sit together on the couch. Pablo knew about your anxiety and always made sure to pay special attention to what you need in those moments.

“We said you should never apologize about this amor..it’s okay..I’m right here” he said playing with your hair knowing you enjoy just being close in moments like these. He never minded reassuring you when you needed.

“Tell me what you need guapa” he said after a few minutes of being quiet and letting you hold onto him and take your time breathing.

“Hmm can I have some ice cream?? And cuddles please!” You say pouting and Pablo chuckled while nodding his head and running to the kitchen to bring your tub of ice cream.

“Nothing ice cream can’t fix,huh guapa?” He teased while you ate it and you nodded smiling not noticing the vanilla cream on your chin. He moved closer cleaning it up with his finger then putting it into his mouth and you blushed.

“I like how shy you get around me..you couldn’t look at me while we were out” he teased some more making your cheeks bright red and you hid your face into his neck in response.

“You made me nervous!! I wanted to hug you but I couldn’t because we were angry” you whine putting ice cream away and sitting in his lap to give him a big hug.

“Awe preciosa! You can always hug me..always” he said and you giggled nodding your head and hugging him tightly while he held you against himself tightly starting to play with your hair.

“You’re making me sleepy Pablitoo..” you say looking up at him with a pout on your face and he pours as well which was always so adorable to see.

“That’s good preciosa..you can fall asleep here on my chest and I’ll carry you to bed” he said kissing the top of your head continuing to stroke your curls as slowly closed your eyes cuddling up to him loving the way his strong arms held you tightly.

It brought you peace that no matter the arguments, Pablo will always be right by your side at the end❤️

[wonderinglostsoul]

Criminal Minds Fan Fiction Chapter 10

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, snipping, rape, violence.

Master List:

Jack wakes up and headed downstairs. He was surprised when he sees someone laying on the sofa. He immediately went to check who it was. When he confirms that it was you who is sleeping on their couch, he cannot help but to hover and wait until you wake up.

Aaron was also awoken and saw Jack beside you.

“Jack? What are you doing there buddy, come here.” Aaron called him. Jack runs to his father happily.

“Good morning dad! Y/N is still here!” He whispered excitedly.

“Yes buddy. It rained hard last night so she cannot go home so I asked her to stay.” Aaron answered. “Should we make breakfast?” He added.

“Yes!” Jack said grinning. The boys went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Aaron started brewing the coffee. While Jack is at the counter drinking his milk. You wake up because of the smell of the coffee. You wake up wash your face and headed to the kitchen to greet them. You were about to say good morning when Jack started laughing at you. You were surprised then Jack point between you legs and he said “Y/N forgot his pants!” And he continue laughing. Aaron, turnaround and look at you and then Jack.

“Jack?” He look at him disapprovingly. You were taken aback because Aaron did not say anything last night and you did not expect that Jack will react that way. You also forgot because you were still sleepy.

You mumble your apologies and went back to the living room to put on your pants. When you did, there is a knock on the door. You shouted and said I got it and opened the door.

“Sir, here’s” Penelope was standing on the other side folders on her hand. She was shocked to see you opening the door but more shocked when he see the old FBI t-shirt that you are wearing.

“Penelope, I-“ You trail when Aaron shouted “Who is it?”

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?” She said in a low voice.

“Its a long story.” She whispered back. “It’s Penelope!” You shouted to answer Aaron.

Aaron emerge from the kitchen. Penelope cannot believe her eyes. It was so normal. It seems that both of you are already living together.

Aaron greeted Penelope but she did not answer him immediately. Aaron realize what was happening.

“Ohh, Y/N visited Jack yesterday but there is a heavy rain so I asked her to stay.” Aaron said casually. “We are just having breakfast. Would you like to join us?” He added. It was so casual. As if you there in his house is perfectly normal.

“No Sir, I was just here to drop this off. I will be having breakfast with Kevin” Penelope decline. She handed over some files to him.

“Thank you, Penelope” Aaron said. Penelope can’t stop looking at the both of you. Aaron look at her back so she snapped out of it.

“Thank you sir! Bye” She said and went back outside. You see Kevin waiting for her. The moment you close the door your phone started buzzing non stop so you went to check it. It was Penelope, texting you.

OH MY GOD Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HOTCH’S HOUSE WEARING HIS SHIRT AND HAVING BREAKFAST?

WHY AM I ALWAYS SEEING YOU BOTH ON COMPROMISING SITUATION? WHY ME?

OOHH YOU SLEPT THERE! HE SAID YOU WERE THERE YESTERDAY! DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T LIKE HIM?

WHEN DID YOU START DATING?

YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME ALL THE DETAILS NOW!

You were laughing and you know she will not stop texting you until you reply so you said

If you have time lets meet at the bar later. I will explain everything.

She replied immediately.

You have to! I will ask JJ

And Reid

And Maybe Morgan.

You replied to her telling her that maybe don’t invite Morgan and Reid yet. JJ is fine though. She said yes on this terms.

You had breakfast with Aaron and Jack. You did not take your time and bid farewell. Jack was sad that she wont be able to ride the motorcycle going to his friends house but you promised her to chauffeur him around the next time. You hugged Jack and said your thanks and promised that you will beat him on the racing game next time.

You also says good bye to Aaron, thanking him for his hospitality. He shook your hand as you say good bye.

You met Pen and JJ at the bar. Both of the girls are eager to see you. The three of you sit down and order a drink. You and JJ order beer while Penelope ordered Margarita.

“Ok, I cannot wait anymore. Dis!” Penelope said with excitement.

“And you have to tell us all the details” JJ said teasing.

“Alright, aahhmmm, I went to his house because I promised Jack that I will give him a ride on my motorcycle. So we went for a spin. Then Aaron-“ Both of there eyes widen when they here you say Aaron.

“You are on first name basis. I love it!” Penelope said. “Please continue.” Encouraging you.

“Hotch … and JACK insist that I should stay for dinner. So I did.” You emphasis Jack’s name. The two of them was suspicious but you still continue the story.

“Then we played video games until it was Jack’s bed time. Jack requested that I should read him a story. After that, I was about to go home but the rain came pouring so Aaro - Hotch offered for me to stay. I slept at the sofa by the way and he slept on his room. Then morning came and sunshine Penelope comes knocking on his door.”

“That’s it? No good night kiss or what so ever?” Penelope asked.

“No! Why would he?” You asked.

“Because he kissed you on the forehead when you were at the hospital in Las Vegas” JJ teased you.

“Did Reid told you?” You asked feeling betrayed,

“What do you mean? What kiss?” Penelope asked, confused.

“When she woke up after the Red dress case, some of us decided to go back aside from Hotch and Reid. However, she told Hotch that he can go. So Hotch said yes and kissed her in the forehead when he was saying good bye” JJ recount what happened. You’ll gonna kill Reid when you see him

“Oh my gosh! Did he really?” Penelope was giggling. “I did not know that Hotch has a sweet side.

“Its not like that. I think he’s just concern that I was badly hurt and..” You said trying to defend his action,

“No! No! No!” JJ said “ He will never lean and kiss us.”

“Imagine if he did that to Derek” Penelope joked and the three of you laughed so hard.

“I think Hotch was smitten by you.” JJ said.

“Yeah, I cannot wait to see him as a sweet romantic boyfriend. We are rooting for you.” Penelope said excitedly.

“Well before that let’s ask Y/N what does she thinks about Hotch.” JJ interrupted Penelope’s daydream with the most important question. Both of them waits for you to answer. You think hard and you know that there is really something in there. But you cannot admit it until you are sure.

“I appreciate him. I really do. He is sweet and caring but, I think its too early to say that I really do like him or whatsoever. For now, I am happy with my friendship to him and Jack.” You answered them the sincerest why possible. Both of them feels that you are holding back. They both look at each other, plan brewing in there heads. Of course you caught that.

“What?” You asked suspiciously.

“Nah, This margarita is good.” Penelope said.

“Really, maybe I should order them. Come with me Pen.” JJ said standing up reaching Penelope’s hand. All of a sudden they were gone. You finished your beer and wait for them to comeback but they took a while to do so. What you did not know is that they just kick off Operation Hotch. And for the next few days they will do everything so that Hotch will confess and pursue you.

[fatedwithmbc]

Embarrassments from this Weekend:

1. After trying every form of protein possibly on the market, I discovered it can make you very gassy. Not a problem if you’re not being social. Very BIG problem when you have an overnight at your romantic interests’ house. Thanks, Cancer, you slut.

2. I made a cake for my brother’s belated birthday dinner. The very first thing I stated was, “it’s flat”. The very first thing my brother said was, “it’s missing some height”.

3. Emotional posts on my social media accounts were abundant this weekend. Today marks 2 years since my Dad’s passing. I’m in full “grief” mode. It also makes me think about my own passing. I just keep thinking, I’m also Stage IV, I can’t have much time left… who knows.

4. Admitting to myself how much I missed, and actually crave physical touch from someone who cares about me. I mean hugs, spooning, holding hands; you know, PG-13, innocent PDA. It’s made me realize, you need to hug whoever you love. You need physical touch to feel loved; whether it’s a hug platonically, or a family member, or even romantically.

5. Confessing to “E” that he couldn’t buy a new Michigan hat because I already had — for him. Which in turn left me feeling as if I have put the cart before the horse. Is it too soon for gifts? I mean, his birthday is in 2 weeks and I am fully prepared, despite our lack of “status”. I care for him and this is how I’d behave for anyone I care for - and cutting the shit: I’m excited about where “we” could be headed.

Amazing Things from this Weekend:

1. Time with “E”. Seeing him in person definitely solidified things for me. We’re oddly comfortable around each other. We can be quiet without it being awkward. There’s banter. Which I love the most. His demeanor is serious, yet caring - hard and soft; a complete paradox that I somehow understand. We cuddled watching Unsolved Mysteries with “R” taking up the middle between us. We went to bed— and had deeply open conversations, like kids at a sleepover refusing to go to bed. Sleep finally came, and I could have stayed in the most intentional yet gentle embrace in his arms forever. I slept well, and without the aid of medicines for the first time in ages. He let me sleep later as he took care of “R”. I made his bed and readied to leave- but not before discussing plans to see each other soon. True gentleman that he is, he walked me out to my car, gave me the best hug in the world and said “Text me when you’re home”. That important line that means someone cares for you. I hope this continues to trend positively. We’ve not stopped talking since I left.

2. Celebrating my Brother; his happiness is my happiness. Knowing he loved his gifts, enjoyed the cake I made for him and is opening up with me again is more than I could ever ask for. I’ve missed him. We won’t ever be the same, but we’re healing and adapting. We’re making our family important.

3. Seeing my Nephew — including the best greeting: his smiling face and excited voice beaming “Asheley!” Our silly games, our hugs and our good-byes. All of it, with him, is special and precious to me.

4. Learning the Buttercream Frosting recipe from Mom-Mom

5. Selecting the flowers for Dad’s bouquet, ensuring the depth and meaning I am always looking for was accomplished. Red Roses - Love; White Roses - Loyalty; Amaranth - Admiration & Friendship.

6. A Georgia mug was added to my “You Are Here” collection from Starbucks; courtesy of my SIL and Brother.

7. Pep-talks from my amazing Bestie (also identifiable as “E”) really helped calm my nerves on Friday. And she is feeling better after having COVID. She’s in the top 3 of my biggest supporters/carers. I’m so glad I have a solid friendship to rely on and that makes me feel entirely supported.

8. I won $59 on random lottery winnings which coincided with Dad’s birth year on the day of his death date. It was a weird universe, coincidence thing. And I love those types of “signs”.

Random Ramblings:

MBC has totally stolen my appetite and desire for food. I’m dying from these daily protein in-take targets. “E” cares about my protein in-take. He asks about my goal and progress each day. Plant protein is very “dry”. “Whey” protein tastes awful. I have one item I bought that I have left to try. The bottom line is that I don’t know how I can force myself to eat. It’s so damn hard. Especially because once you haven’t eaten for awhile, not eating food seems natural.

I started feeling neuropathy, (thanks again, Cancer), for the first time since taking the Kisqali. It’s in my hand. Totally can’t feel the objects in my hand when I hold them (only periodically). It feels like pins and needles or like it’s “sleeping”.

I discovered a storefront that does Tarot Readings in a town nearby. I’m going this week since I’m on a forced LOA. Forced LOA definitely frees up ones’ calendar. I am super interested in how the reading will progress and what it will ultimately reveal. I also reached out to some relatives about a possible trip to NY state during my LOA.

I’m exhausted, but still not sleeping without the aid of pills.

I have a few appointments this week. Nothing major. No shots, no labs, no surgery.

I’m successfully avoiding the bathroom scale. But admittedly, I’ll weigh myself tomorrow.

The End.

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[strangerthings-80s]

Heyy! ♡(This is my 1st time requesting an imagine from anyone, so sorry if I do it wrong 😮‍💨)

Maybe something where it's the senior prom, and the reader's date stood them up. So Eddie notices her crying on the bleachers, feeling humiliated and rejected, and he decides to try to cheer her up and even dances with her (which is terrible at but he doesn't mind making a fool of himself because it cheers her up)

Maybeee they kiss? ☺️ or anything else? 👀 I'll leave that up to you lolz

this is perfect 🖤 I love this idea 🖤.

Prom Night

You were so excited about your senior prom later that night. You looked beautiful in your prom dress and you even looked like a movie star with your hair and makeup that your best friend did for you.

“bye mom, bye dad. Im going to prom now!” you say as you waved goodbye to them with a huge smile on your face.

“bye sweetie, have fun tonight!” they both said as you headed out the door.

You got in your car and begin driving to the school.

Your prom date Alan told you that he was going to meet you at the gym around 6pm where the prom took place.

You remember him coming up to you one afternoon while you were getting your stuff out from your locker. It was the end of the day and you were ready to go home but you didn’t expect for Alan to come up to you and ask you to go to prom with him.

You knew that he was a member of the basketball team. You were a grade older than him. You never even talked to him before. He was a junior and you were a senior.

He asked you if you wanted to go to prom with him since he didn’t have nobody to go with and that he always thought you were the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He even added that he would sometimes check you out in the cafeteria but he was too much of a “chicken” to tell you that earlier until now.

You blushed and you said yes to him going to prom.

Your thoughts were cut off as you realized you arrived to Hawkins High School School parking lot. You didn’t live but only five minutes away from Hawkins High School which wasn’t a far drive. You always drove to school ever since you got your drivers license. You always hated taking the bus home before you got your drivers license.

You got out of your car and with excitement, you headed to the gym.

“Whoa this is beautiful.” you whispered to yourself as you looked around the gym.

They decorated the gym with tons of balloons, tables, chairs, disco lights waving all around and a banner that said “HAWKINS HIGH PROM 1986.”

They even made enough space for students to dance on the floor.

it looked so neatly organized.

You couldn’t wait for your prom date to arrive. You sat down on the bleachers, noticing that it was 5:55pm and waited for your prom date to get here.

“I’m five minutes early, he’ll be here in no time.” you smiled to yourself, feeling excited at the thought of your prom date arriving.

But oh if only you knew…

You saw other students arriving to the gym, as minutes which seem like hours to you.

“Where is Alan?” you thought to yourself.

you looked around the gym. you didn’t spot him. you didn’t see him anywhere.

It was 7:30pm. You still sat down on the bleachers waiting for him.

Students were already dancing, having a blast with their prom dates or with their friends or even enjoying themselves taking pictures at the photo shoot in the corner or getting some food from the table that the school provided.

“Oh I’m sure he didn’t get in a accident or anything bad.” you said to yourself, wrapping your arms around you with a worried look on your face.

A few minutes later you saw one of Alan’s teammates Mike and his prom date coming up to you. They were holding hands.

“Oh no. you poor thing. I can’t believe you actually showed up. He really did stood you up didn’t he?” Mike’s prom date said to you, with a giggle coming out of her mouth.

You didn’t know her name but you knew she was from the cheerleader squad.

“What did you mean?” you said in confusion. You were confused on what she was talking about.

“We dared Alan to ask the unattractive girl that he could find to prom with him for 50 dollars if she said yes and it worked.” Mike laughed.

“I can’t believe it really worked.” Mike’s prom date giggled again.

“That poor girl is such a loser.” Mike said as him and his prom date walked away, still laughing at the fact that Alan stood you up for a dare and money.

You sat there at the bleachers, completely flabbergasted as tears filled your eyes.

You couldn’t believe you got stood up. All of this for a dare and money?

You felt humiliated, you felt betrayed, you felt rejected and sick to your stomach.

A few hot tears started to spill down your cheeks. You wiped them away with the palm of your hand but more started to spill out your eyes as you thought about Alan humiliating you.

And to think of it, you actually did like him before you found out the ugly truth tonight.

You started crying and didn’t care if anyone saw you or not. Besides they were probably having a good old time dancing and having fun tonight while your prom night went into disaster.

“This is the worst night ever.” You thought to yourself, still crying your heart out.

You wiped a few tears once again with the palm of your hand but still letting more tears come out.

As you rubbed your eyes, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You stopped rubbing your eyes and looked up to see who it was.

It was Eddie Munson.

You knew who Eddie Munson was. He was the leader member of the HellFire Club. He was also in the same grade as you were. He was also a outcast like you were. You heard bunch of rumors about him being a devil worshipper and you even hear people calling him a “loser.” and a “freak.” They even bullied him but Eddie didn’t seem to care. You always wonder how Eddie took the bullying like a champ.

“Hey I noticed that you were crying. Are you okay?” He asked with a concerned tone in his voice as you still looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“No, not really. I got stood up by Alan. He was supposed to be my prom date. He stood me up for a dare. And money apparently.” you told him, sniffing your nose.

“Ah, the asshole from the basketball team that always sweats in gym and never takes a shower after the playoffs?” Eddie asked you with a grin on his face.

“Yes.” You giggled, wiping your tears off your face.

You honestly didn’t know that Alan didn’t shower after his playoffs. But it was a fun fact that you knew from Eddie.

You noticed that Eddie didn’t wear a tuxedo like the rest of the boys tonight. Instead he wore his Hellfire Club t-shirt and his blue dark jeans with his chain hanging on his black belt.

“Are you really going to let a asshole like him ruin your prom night?” Eddie asked you.

But before you could answer, he took out his hand and said “Will you have this dance with me y/n?”

You nodded with a smile and took his hand.

Hello Again by The Cars started playing as you and Eddie headed to the dance floor.

“Honestly I don’t know how to dance, I never dance before but I imagine people dancing like this.” Eddie says and started mocking John Travolta’s moves from Saturday Night Fever in a funny way.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Eddie’s dance moves.

Eddie started to swing his arms in motion in the beat of the music which made you giggle even more because he looked so funny trying to dance.

He did the head-bang and said “Whoooooo!!! I’m having the blast of my life.”

You laughed so hard that you felt tears coming out of your eyes from laughing so hard.

You knew that Eddie just made your night. He made you feel much better.

After Hello Again got done playing, Time After Time started playing on the speakers.

You and Eddie noticed that everyone around you guys were slow-dancing to Time After Time.

Before you could say a joke to Eddie about everyone else around you, he grabbed your waist and your hand.

You smiled and you put your hand on his shoulder and your other hand on his hand while he put his hand on your waist and his other hand holding your hand.

You two started slow-dancing along with everyone else.

“Eddie thank you for making my night the best night ever.” you say to him, in a whisper.

“Y/N I don’t mind at all. You deserve it darling. After all you been through. You honestly deserve this prom night to be so special for you.” Eddie replied back with a whisper.

He leaned his forehead against yours which made you blush like crazy.

“You made it special for me. I won’t forget this..” You said with a smile on your face.

“You made it ten times better for me. I honestly thought it was going to be so boring until I saw you.” Eddie smiled back at you and you couldn’t help but get lost in his brown eyes.

“If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting. Time after time.”

You noticed Eddie leaning in towards your face and you leaned in as well.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as Eddie was giving you a hint that he wanted to kiss you.

You knew that you were already starting to have feelings for Eddie and you didn’t mind kissing him.

You two started kissing passionately on the dance floor, as the song started to fade away.

My inbox is always welcome for everyone who wants to request a imagine 🖤

[mayhem24-7forever]

Lose You Too - Prologue

Flag!Reader x Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Author’s Notes: Besties I have not written fan fic in a hot minute so I am so sorry for what you are about to read. This first little part here is tame but it’s gonna get SPICY later on so be prepared. As I always say with my NSFW content, if you’re a minor and you read my content I swear to fucking dilf Superman himself I will find out and block you. Do not test me. 

Also! HUGE thank you to my favorite Vigilante fic author @lunaticsandidiots for beta reading this for me because DAMN am I rusty at this.

Warnings: female/afab reader (she/her pronouns), ANGST, canon character death, grief, mentions of canon-level violence, spoilers for The Suicide Squad (Gunn, 2021)

“I don’t like this.” Y/N Flag said.

Y/N was sitting on her older brother’s desk watching him finish packing his bag for the latest ARGUS mission he was about to leave for. Rick Flag and his younger sister both worked under the command of Amanda Waller for the top secret government agency ARGUS, which specialized in superpower-related individuals and crimes. Rick was the leader of Task Force X, while his sister was a computer and technology analyst, which was a very convoluted way of saying she was a hacker for the agency. Rick stopped packing to look at his sister.

“You never like any of my missions.” He replied.

“Yeah, because I’m not allowed to be on them, not even in the command center. ‘Too emotionally attached’ my ass, Waller just doesn’t want me stepping in when she does something that could get you killed.” She grumbled.

“I know you don’t trust Waller but-” Rick started.

“Of course I don’t trust her, she never tells you everything you need to know even though you’re the only non-criminal member of the team.” She cut in. “You’re the field team leader for fuck’s sake, if anyone needs to know the whole mission, it’s you.”

“Waller tells me whatever’s important for me to know. Our work here is important, okay? So if it means I have to deal with half-truths from Waller and a few in-field surprises, I can handle it. I always do.” He assured her.

“Fine. Just be careful, okay?” She added.

“I always am, little sis. Besides, you’re gonna be havin’ so much fun on your own mission that you won’t even have time to worry about me.” Rick said with a smile.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I honestly don’t even know why they need me, It’s a textbook safe-house raid. They don’t need tech support and they certainly don’t need me to actually be there in Europe. I could do it from my phone here at my desk.”she whined.

“Stop complaining and give me a hug before I leave.” Rick said, zipping up his bag.

She hopped off the desk and Rick enveloped her in a hug.

“See you soon, Y/N. Love you.” He said.

“See you soon, big bro.” She replied.

He pulled away and ruffled her hair with a smile.

“Ugh I’m not seven anymore.” She said, swatting his hand away.

“Me buggin’ you doesn’t have an expiration date.” He laughed as he headed towards the door. “I’ll send you a postcard from Corto Maltese when I’m done. Goodbye nerd!”

“Bye, smart-ass!” She called after him.

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A few days later, Y/N was sitting in a surveillance van outside of a Hungarian villa that was serving as a safe-house for a network of criminals. She was spinning in her chair, bored out of her mind as the field team finished up the raid. She’d only been needed to assist with cutting off the alarm and security system, and then spent the rest of the mission staring at the screen as she listened to the team systematically work their way through the house and the criminals within. A few had put up a fight and had subsequently been put down, but most had surrendered and were now being taken out to the holding vans in handcuffs.

She felt a buzz in her pocket and picked it up to see that she had missed several calls from Emilia Harcourt, one of her ARGUS coworkers who aided Task Force X and saw that she was calling again. She picked up the phone.

“Hey Em, what’s up?” She asked and heard Emilia take a deep breath on the other end of the line.

“Um, y/n I have to tell you something and I really think you should be sitting down when I do.” She said slowly.

“I am sitting, Em, what are you talking about?” She replied, beginning to panic as she’d never seen or heard Emilia act like this.

“It’s about your brother…” Emilia began.

“What? Oh my god, is he hurt?” She questioned quickly.

“I’m really sorry to be the one to tell you this… but Rick was killed in action during the mission. It was…” Emilia’s voice wavered in hesitation. “It was some Corto Maltese soldiers that took him by surprise. I’m so sorry, I know how-”

Her voice faded out as the phone slipped out of Y/N’s hand. She felt as if her heart stopped, like all the breath in her lungs had been sucker-punched out of her. As the reality of the situation sunk in, she exhaled shakily. He was really gone. Her big brother was dead and she hadn’t been there to stop it. A scream rang out in the van and she realized it was her voice as she doubled over in pain, falling out of the chair, sobbing in huge gulping breaths chanting “no, no, no, no”. She was all alone.

[at1nys-blog]

Button up shirt

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader

Summary: when your are supposed to keep your relationship a secret but a little accident exposes the two of you.

Warnings: suggestive in some parts pretty much that. Don’t interact if uncomfortable or/and a minor you have been warned

Masterlist

It was nice, sneaking in his studio, late at night, sleeping less to nothing because of some “work” and you wearing his shirts was the best part. You loved how tiny they made you look as if you weren’t already that tiny and he loved how cute you looked wearing his, too big for you, shirts.

That night was just one of those nights, he went back to writing some music and you were uncomfortably sleeping on his couch when someone knocked on his door. He immediately went to answer it, peeking his head out and keeping the door as close as possible.

-What the hell… Never mind. I came to talk to you can we…- said Seonghwa trying to get inside the studio.

-nah better outside, I left the window open and is getting so cold in there. I don’t want you to get a cold.- he said and walked his best friend and roommate to where once the famous red couch was, now replaced by a bigger but black one. -What you wanted to talk about?-

Not only after 5 minutes you woke up and found it strange Hongjoong not being there so you did the first thing that came to mind, check if he went to the bathrooms. The second you stepped outside his studio you saw him and, still half asleep you went to him.

-Taking a break?-you asked cuddling up on him, voice like a whisper not wanting to get caught by whoever was still in the company.

-Kinda. Listen, Seonghwa will be back any minutes now so…-

-Seonghwa is already here.- he said making Hongjoong curse under his breath(which Seonghwa actually heard and rolled his eyes) you, on your hand were too sleepy to understand exactly what was going on to be honest. -So this is the reason why you were acting different those last two weeks?- he asked really curios about the answer.

-I…-

This time was your time to interrupt your boyfriend. -Just don’t tell the others. They will never let it go and then I have to get the consequences. Rough sex is not the best.- both Seonghwa and Hongjoong choked on air at your statement. -What? Is a fact. Now let me sleep please.- you added clinging even more.

The second time another member of Ateez found out you and Hongjoong were dating was way more embarrassing than the first one.

It was a chilly night at the dorm, just you and Hongjoong watching a romcom movie because why not until your boyfriend decided to fucking tease you out of nowhere.

-what if I kissed you like that?- he said, jokingly, but you being the most oblivious person alive just told him to try it and a simple peak on the lips became a make out session, and an innocent make out session turned to you riding him in the living room of Ateez’s dorm with only his shirt on when Yeosang decided to arrive home earlier than what you expected.

-OH MY GOOD MY EYES AND EARS.- it was too late but the idol screaming made you cover under the blankets. -Oh yeah as if now I can remove that awful imagine off of my brain because you are covered now. And I thought it was the neighborhood.- he added going to the kitchen. -Now I wonder if you did over there too-

-YEOSANG-

Almost an hour later, and you and your boyfriend making Yeosang promising to shut up, Wooyoung was the first one to come back at the dorm and Hongjoong knew, he knew Yeosang was gonna tell him so when the younger of the three walked in the living room with a shocked face Hongjoong rolled his eyes, cursed the poor Yeosang and asked Wooyoung to shut up.

-aye aye captain.- he said sitting in between you and his leader. -does he at least make you feel good?-

-I think this is my cue to go.- you said giving a peak on the lips to your boyfriend and then left the dorm. -See you soon Joongie. Bye guys.-

It had been some weeks and weirdly not Seonghwa, Yeosang or Wooyoung said a single word to the rest of the guys and since the accident Hongjoong(and lowkey you too)decided it was better to use his studio as the space for time together alone, until that night.

-Movie night and please invite YN as well. Is been some days since I saw her last.- said Mingi taking his plate to put in the sink.

-I wonder why-whispered Wooyoung, receiving a kick from Hongjoong. -What was that for?- the leader rolled his eyes and then followed Mingi’s manners to then leave the room and text you about tonight. You didn’t though too much and decided to agree at a movie and some snacks offered by the boys.

Now, the second Hongjoong saw you when he opened the door, he wanted to get his hands all over your body, kissing every inch of skin and make you scream his name but sadly that wasn’t possible.

-you are such a tease. Why on earth did you wear my shirt tonight.- he whispered and if it wasn’t for the guys waiting you to greet them you would have teased him a little bit more but hey, people were waiting for you to say hello.

-Uuuhhhh I like the shirt. Hongjoong don’t you have a similar one?- noticed San and you have him a shy smile.

-Yeah, we have the same style sense you know. Now can we go and start watching the movie or…- he said trying to avoid other questions about your his shirt.

-Yeah same style sense.- both you and Seonghwa said once everyone was out of ear sight.

The entire movie it was so hard for Hongjoong to not touch you and you weren’t helping at all, you loved the danger to be caught once again, you liked how flustered and bothered, and maybe even hot, Hongjoong was feeling right now. On the other hand the three that knew your secret tried their best to not look at you, too scared to give away that something was going on between the two of you.

At some point of the night you decided to play a little bit more with Hongjoong and when the opportunity came you asked Wooyoung to push you a little bit towards Hongjoong and the man didn’t had to be told twice, some minutes later he made it look like Yeosang pushed him so he pushed you and you “unfortunately” ended up on him and, oh look at where your hand was now. He looked at you confused and before he could even asks you for explanations you said you were sorry and then tried to go back to your position but Wooyoung took your space too so you ended up on Hongjoong’s lap.

-I hope is not a problem.- he swallowed so hard you were sure the others heard him. -If it is I can see on the ground- you added and moved to sit down when he stopped you.

-Is ok, the ground is cold. I don’t want you to get a cold.- but your little game wasn’t over yet, not sir. Every now and then you would move trying to find the better position making the man under you shift his position as well while trying to keep his composure as best as possible. After ten minutes he couldn’t handle it anymore, his boxers were too uncomfortable and he was going to scream the next time you were going to move.

-You know what, I can’t do it. Move your pretty ass to my room.- in a second you left your seat and rushed in his room. -you others can either leave the dorm or hear me fuck my girlfriend, your choice.- everyone’s jaw dropped and yours too would have if you didn’t start teasing him.

-I’m leaving. I don’t wanna hear the two of you doing it again.- said Yeosang standing up from the couch.

-NO WAIT YOU KNEW????- said a very confused Yunho.

-Yeah and I wish I didn’t caught them doing it.- he added, Hongjoong was too distracted to scold him but it was fine, he was going to finally be able to touch you and he wasn’t going to hold back. Not after you broke the number 1 rule: no teasing in front of the boys.

[cobrakaisb]

dating, dojos and dance moms

hey besties! this is pretty much a crack fic. also reader uses she/her pronouns, and the word girlfriend is used.

summary: you think miguel stood you up but you actually got the time wrong. now you have to meet his sensei. 

word count: 942

“diaz! i know you didn’t just stand me up, like i didn’t know where to find you!” you yelled, bursting into the cobra kai dojo. everyone’s heads turned to face you, but you weren't about to back down. besides, it wasn’t like people didn’t know that you and miguel were together. “y/n? what are you doing here?” miguel asked, walking away from the group of students. “don’t give me that ‘what are you doing here?’ bullshit! we were supposed to be on a date right now!” you yelled at miguel, who was now standing in front of you. “what do you mean? our date wasn’t supposed to be until 4:30,” miguel said, clearly confused. 

“what?” you asked. “no! you said 3:30!” you accused your boyfriend, pointing a finger at him. “babe, why would we go on a date at 3:30 if i knew that i would still be at karate practice?” miguel asked, grabbing your hands, which you quickly pulled away. “oh so now you want to call me babe instead of honey? first you stand me up, and now you don’t even call me by the right name. what are we breaking up?” you continued yelling at miguel, stepping away from him. “oh my god she’s on drugs,” tory whispered to aisha and hawk. the three of them laughed and miguel was struggling to hold in his own laughter.

“honey, i’m not-” miguel started to say, but he was cut off by his sensei yelling, “quiet!” everyone stopped talking, including you. “you,” their sensei said, pointing a finger at you. “me?” you questioned, looking around you. “yes you. who are you and what are you doing in my dojo?” the man asked. “um, i’m here to see miguel because he stood me up, obviously,” you replied in a duh tone. 

“diaz!” the man yelled, and your boyfriend quickly walked over to him. “do you know this girl?” he asked, pointing at you. “yes sensei,” miguel answered. his sensei raised an eyebrow, asking miguel to elaborate. “bestie i’m afraid to tell you this. i’m afraid to tell you this,” miguel started, and you smiled at him. “what? look miguel i don’t even know what that means and i don’t want to know what it means,” sensei lawrence started, cutting you off with a look as you were about to explain the reference to him. “just tell me how you know this chick so she can leave,” sensei lawrence said. you gasped loudly at his words. “i will not be leaving! and i’m not just some chick, i’m his girlfriend!” you yelled. 

“girlfriend?” sensei asked, looking between you and miguel. “yeah, we’re together. that’s why i was mad that he stood me up,” you explained, gesturing between you and miguel. “so you’re dating diaz?” sensei asked, and you nodded your head. “do you think that gives you an excuse to come into my dojo and cause trouble?” sensei lawrence asked you. you looked around you, a cheeky smile on your face. “trouble? where?” you asked the man. 

hawk and tory attempted to stifle their laughs, but that didn’t work out so well. “alright enough! you, diaz, mat now!” sensei lawrence yelled, shocking everyone. “um sensei i don’t think-” miguel started to say. “quiet!” his sensei yelled interrupting him. “if you want to come in here and disrupt my class then you can come in here and fight!” he continued yelling at you.

“nah you got me fucked up if you think i’m going to fight him,” you said, pointing towards miguel. “he will have me on the ground in .25 seconds,” you added on. miguel chuckled at your statement, but didn’t deny anything that you said. “look sensei, we were just fooling around, she didn’t mean any of it,” miguel said, standing next to you. “yeah! i mean he’s too hot to break up with over my mistake,” you added on, smiling up at your boyfriend. “oh so now you admit that you made a mistake?” miguel questioned. 

you crossed your arms at his words. “no i never said that,” you denied, looking away from him. “yes you most certainly did,” miguel responded calmly. “no, i didn’t dingbat, listen! i said brooke is your mother speaking for you!” you yelled at miguel, pointing your finger at him. “get your finger out of my face!” miguel yelled back, pushing your finger away from him. the other cobra kai students began to laugh at your interaction with miguel, but johnny did not find it funny. 

“alright who the hell is brooke?” he asked, looking between the two of you, who were also laughing. “nothing sensei you wouldn’t-” miguel started but you cut him off, “she’s one of the kids on dance moms.” “what is dance moms?” johnny asked. your mouth fell open in shock. “dang bro i knew you were living in the eighties but i didn’t think it was this bad. dance moms is a show about competitive dancers and their bitchy mothers,” you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

it was silent after you said that. everyone was looking between you and johnny, anxiously awaiting what he was going to do to you. his students, miguel included, expected him to be angry with you but instead he laughed. “i like you,” he said, pointing to you. “really?” you asked, a big smile taking over your face. “yes! but get the hell out of my dojo, i’m trying to teach a class!” he yelled, pointing at the door. “noted! bye miguel see you for our date later!” you shouted as you ran out the door. 

[thestarrynightslover]

How to Say I Love You

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 2,582

Warnings: Smut implied.

Summary:  One day, Jay takes it upon himself to be an extra-cute boyfriend. The reason? It takes (y/n) a while to find out.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: Posting super late because the day was hard. So, just some more Jay fluff to brighten our days. Hope you like it!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

| masterlist |

As soon as you woke up, you felt light kisses being pressed to all of your very exposed skin, and an inevitable smile came to your lips.

“Good morning, princess.” Jay whispered in your ear with a husky voice.

“Good morning for you too, baby.” You answered him while bringing his face closer to yours. On that movement, before you could kiss him, you caught a glance of your bedside clock. “Oh my God, Jay! Look at the time! I thought we’d agreed to get as much sleep as we could after last night!” You quickly reprehended him. “Or have you forgotten that both of us still have to go to work today?” You asked, trying to sound annoyed at him when the most you managed to do was breathe out was a moan, as he nibbed your earlobe.

“Oh, I know how much you like sleeping, babygirl. But I know that there are a few things you’d give up your sleep for.” He stated in a very sexy tone.

“And what exactly makes you think that you’re one of those things?” You teased your boyfriend, hoping he’d respond to it like you thought he would.

“Ah, just a little something,” he teased back while slowly putting his hand between your legs, not even bothering to lift the hem of the shirt you were wearing, “like this.”

“Oh, Jay…” And, just like that, you were completely fine with waking up early.

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Throughout the day, you just couldn’t keep the smile off your face, as your boyfriend took it upon himself to be the cutest person in the world. Why? You had no idea. All you knew was that he'd gotten the day off but, since you couldn't the same, he'd decided to go to work nonetheless.

His romantics for no apparent reason started with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a note that read:

“Will you be my lunch date today? *blinking face*

P.S.: 12:00 - 13:00 is all I have. Sorry, doll :(

Meet me at our spot?

⎼ Your bae.”

He used bae. If he wasn’t so cute, and if you didn’t love him so much, you would have cringed at the choice, and he knew it. Ah, that man...

A few hours after that, you went to meet Jay for lunch at your spot ⎼ which was one of the benches along the Riverwalk, where you’d first met ⎼, absolutely decided on calling him out for being so mushy. But, as you walked closer towards him, you could see that your boyfriend was holding a picnic basket in one hand, and a bottle of champagne in the other, and, as corny as that was, you couldn’t help but grin. 

“Drinking on duty now, detective?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Nope. This one’s without alcohol. And, trust me, you’ll like it.” He told you, a sweet smile on his lips.

“Hum, maybe... But I wouldn’t really mind if it was bad either.” You half-whispered at Jay.

“Oh no?” He asked you with a smirk this time.

“No. The company makes up for anything else.” You said while moving to kiss him.

“Geez, babe, you're such a dork!" He said, making fun of you after the kiss was over.

"Really? That's what you're going with?" You, the dork? Big joke.

"What else can I say if it's the truth?" Jay asked you through his lashes, an innocent expression in-face.

"Look who's talking!" You said while rolling your eyes.

Not long after that, he put an end to your little banter. Saying that he didn't wanna spend another second of the few moments the two of you had until the evening arguing was an understatement. You agreed, even though you knew that both of you secretly enjoyed the bickerings as well as you did everything else.

Later, on that same day, when you were about to leave work, you decided to call your boyfriend.

"Hey, babe." He answered, on the fourth ring, voice letting on some tiredness.

"Hey there, handsome! I'm already leaving work, think I’mma go swim a little. Unless… There's a chance you're getting off a little earlier yourself?" You tried your luck, thinking about making him relax a little before you two left for dinner.

"Uh… Sorry, babe, I don't think I'll be able to." A deep sigh. Something was wrong.

"Jay. Is everything okay?" Another sigh. Shit.

"It's nothing for you to worry about, baby. Just a pain-in-the-ass case we can't seem to solve. When all I wanted to do was be home with you." He confessed.

"Huh. Now, tell me, who's the dork?" You heard his muffled laugh over the phone.

"I am. You know it. I know it. Everyone who knows us knows it." At that, you were the one who giggled. "And, believe me, I bear the title with pride." More laughing, from both of you this time.

"Okay, then… So, um, is there anything I can do? Maybe we cancel that dinner reservation?"

"No! No, not at all! You just… Go do your swimming and don't worry about me, okay?" Jay sounded a bit weird this time, but you brushed it off, thinking that it was just the stress of the day.

"Okay…" You replied, still unconvinced. 

"Alright, I gotta go now. Love you."

"Okay, bye. Love you too. Be safe!"

"Always, baby." With that, he hung up quickly, which he never did ⎼ always dragging the conversations for as long as he could. But, once again, you decided to do what your boyfriend told you to and not worry about it.

It was already a bit into the evening and you were stretching your body to leave the swimming pool, when you saw him. Jay. So you got out and walked over to him.

"Fancy meeting you here, miss (y/l/n)." He greeted innocently.

"Well, this is a surprise. Yet another one. On the same day." You said, just to let him know that his weird behaviors weren't going by unnoticed.

"Ah, you know what they say… Gotta keep the relationship interesting!" Ha, ha. He was up to something. So you just gave him a suspicious look. To which he answered with a huge smile, saying: "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing besides the fact that you're up to something. What is it?"

"Oh. My. God." Jay said emphatically, faking offense. "I'm offended. You think that poorly of me?"

"What do you mean?" You asked him, a bit confused this time.

"You really think that I can't just try and brighten my princess's day?" He said, walking closer to you this time.

"Well, I guess that I wouldn't object to that, but what I'm saying is tha-" Before you could finish your sentence, he was pulling you towards him, pressing your bodies on a tight embrace and kissing you passionately. 

"Oh no, Jay, you should let me go! I'm all wet!" You squeal out as Jay keeps holding you up in the air against his firm abdomen.

"I don't mind." He told you with a shrug of shoulders. "I'm used to having you like this." He, then, whispers in your ear and you can feel his smirk, as he kisses your neck.

"Jay!" You hissed in fake disapproval. "We're in public! You can't be saying these things to me in public!"

"Sorry, baby. But you know that I just can't help myself around you." He tells you, deliberately taking his time. At that, you just throw back your head in laughter. "Besides, it doesn't seem to me like you're feeling all that bothered with my actions…"

"But I am!" You said assertively. But then you remembered your conversation from earlier and asked him, in a softer tone: "Hey, um, how did the case go? Are you still feeling up for the dinner thing?" As soon as the words left your mouth, you watched Jay shift his entire demeanor.

"Yeah! We're definitely still going! And, as I told you before, the case was just a pain in the ass, nothing more." He sounded nervous. Weird. Like he was hiding something.

"Jay…"

"Let's just go, okay? Cause we still need to get ready for dinner. I already put your stuff in the duffel bag. My car's right outside." Jay told you quickly, like he didn't wanna give you time to make any conclusions.

"Okay, then…"

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“C’mon, (y/n/n)! We’re running late!” You heard your boyfriend shouting for you to come out of your shared bedroom.

“Hey! Don’t you dare to rush me! Not when you’re the reason I’m running late in the first place!” You sharply answered, stepping out into the living room whilst putting your earring on. “Besides, that place we’re going is just too fancy. I need to look perfect.” You added more calmly, only now realizing how Jay was staring at you. “What? Is something wrong?”

“Wha- wrong? No! No!” He quickly assured you and closed the distance between the two of you. “You already look perfect. Every single day.”

“What? Jay, I’m serious!” You pouted, giving him an annoyed glare.

“I am too! You look gorgeous, baby.” He told you with that glorious smile of his. “And, really, there’s just no place on the planet that could make you look any less gorgeous.”

“Okay, now you’re just trying to get me to hurry up!” You accused, hitting him with considerable strength in the chest.

“Ouch! That hurt! And, yes, I am trying to hurry you up! Because we have a reservation!” He yelled at you in response. If it was any other time, you would’ve argued with him, of course. But even you had to admit he was right, you were on the clock.

“Okay, okay! I’m just gonna grab my purse and we’ll go!” You shouted back, already from the bedroom.

After that, the two of you managed to leave your apartment and get to the restaurant on time, due to Jay promising the cab driver a doubled pay if he went faster.

As soon as you arrived, though, you saw it was worth it. You still had no clue of what got in your boyfriend’s head to take you out on this kind of date for no apparent reason like that, especially after everything else he’d already done, but you obviously weren’t about to complain either.

 The maître walked both of you two to a table on the upper floor of the establishment, it had an amazing view of the city and it was a pretty reserved space. So, right after you'd placed your orders and been left alone, you half-squealed at Jay:

"Oh. My. God." Your smile was wide and your eyes were shining. "This place is incredible, babe!" He looked at you with devotion, clearly amused by your reaction.

"I know right? I'm really glad we got to come here." He stated, his whole behavior letting you know that he was just as impressed.

And, like that, the evening flew by and you caught yourself stifling yawn after yawn.

"Baby, you’re not too desperate to go home, are you? Because there's still one thing I wanna show you." Your boyfriend said, pulling you by your hand to get up. Then, he guided you to that part where you'd been able to view most Chicago, earlier in the night.

"Wow," you said, leaning against the balcony to see the details, "this really is great, babe." When you’d walked past this part you wondered about why they hadn't put any tables there, only a small couch, but now you knew. They didn't want to make that space ⎼ that landscape ⎼ prisoner of one couple, or one family, that would most likely stay there the entire night.

"It is." He agreed with you.

"You know, I hadn't brought it up yet, because I thought that you'd eventually tell me on your own, but you've been acting a little weird the whole day. This morning in bed, the flowers, then the picnic lunch, picking me up at swimming, and now this… You didn't sound too good on that call either, and I gotta admit that when you said we were going out for a fancy dinner, I didn't think it'd be here, where it's practically impossible to get a reservation. So, just… Talk to me, Jay."

"(y/n/n)... Would you even believe me if I told you that that's what I've been preparing to do the whole day?" He asked you with a shy smile.

"Will you be mad at me if I say no?" You asked, a bit apprehensively. He just laughed.

"Nah, not really." He told you jokingly. "But I have." He said, more serious this time. “Baby, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” He started telling you.

“Jay-” You whispered nervously, sort of anticipating what was about to happen.

“No, just- just please let me finish. I need you to understand how important you are to me, princess. Hell, I know that words aren’t really my strongest suit, but you deserve to know that you’re my light, my lifeline, my happiness… You’re my everything, (y/n/n). My entire world. And, because of you, now I think that it is actually okay to dream, to hope for a better future, for a future. That’s why I wanna ask you, tonight, to be my future, just like you already are my present.” At that moment you couldn’t keep the tears off of your face anymore, and you would’ve jumped him right then if he hadn’t gotten down on one knee. “Will you marry me, (y/n) (y/l/n)?” He asked you with a timid smile and teary eyes of his own. As you took in the man you loved, kneeled before you, holding an open box with the diamond ring you’d recognized as being his mother’s, you just stood there crying, not managing to say anything. “B- baby? Please say something.” Jay spoke again, letting out a nervous choked laugh. So you forced yourself to answer him.

“Oh m- my God, yes!!” You squealed out.

“Yes?!?” He repeated what you said, still on the ground.

“Of course, yes!!!” You confirmed, pulling him up to kiss you. While at it, your boyfriend, now fiancé, almost dropped the small velvet box he was holding.

“Okay,” he started, chuckling, after the two of you parted a little, “let me put this thing on your finger before you back down!”

“Ha, ha. As if I was going to! You’re only in a hurry because you’re scared you’ll drop your mom’s ring.” You bickered a little, letting him know that you recognized the jewelry, to which he responded with a bright smile, saying:

“It’s your ring now, princess. And, trust me, she’d love you almost as much as I do if she were still here.” He told you, shining eyes meeting yours, as he slipped the stunning piece in your finger.

“Jay.” You breathed out as the tears resurfaced in your eyes. “It is so beautiful…” You told him looking down at the ring you had in-hand. “And… You really mean that?”

“100%, princess. If I’m being honest, there are a lot of times when you actually remind me of her…” He said, tearing up a little.

“Awww, babe...” You said throwing your arms around him again.

And that’s how you two stayed. Just holding each other, under a very starry night in Chicago. More than ready to start walking down that new road together.

[ilikefandoms]

Family Dinner - Robby Keene

Request - Hi, it's me again. You could write something in which the reader and Robby are in a secret relationship and Daniel notices that boy's passionate gaze and is curious to know who the mysterious young woman is who was leaving him like this, then asks him to invite her to a family dinner . It turns out that Daniel didn't even imagine that this girl was the golden student of Cobra Kai, almost as relentless as Tory and Samantha's number one rival. Throughout dinner, the reader does her best not to provoke a scene, even with Sam's indiscreet insinuations about her being a bad person and to make matters worse, a conversation about sexual orientation arises in a very prejudiced way from Louie and she is extremely offended after a prejudiced comment about bisexuality (she is bisexual, Robby knows and accepts this), Daniel ends up being faster and goes after her, the two talk very cute (almost father and daughter) and the two end up giving each other very well . Anyway, after all that mixture of emotions that was the night, Robby takes the reader home which leads to a lot of affection and kisses on her part (deep down, under that badass exterior she is just a big monster of affection ❤). Sorry if it took too long hahaha.

Pronouns used - She/Her

A/N -  Disclaimer: I do not agree with anything that Louie says in this, it is purely for the storyline. I also kinda made Sam look like a bad guy...sorry Sam.

Warnings - Louie being a biphobic asshole, language

Word Count - 1593

You and Robby had a somewhat 'secret relationship'. You had both decided not to tell anyone, considering the rivalry between your respective dojos. Anyway, you were enjoying spending time with Robby alone.

Daniel had begun to get suspicious though. He had noticed that Robby had been acting different than usual, smiling at his phone, and getting home later. Daniel had made the fair assumption that Robby was in fact, seeing someone.

He had not-so subtilty brought up the question in conversation, taking Robby aback. Robby had admitted it though, and Mr Larusso had asked to meet this ‘Mystery Girl’, and asked Robby to invite you to family dinner.

So, here you were standing outside the Larusso’s house, having just texted Robby that you were here. You didn’t want Sam answering the door. 

Robby opened the door, “Hey babe, why didn’t you knock?”

“I didn’t want Sam or someone opening it to see me,” you shrugged, “I’m just nervous I guess, what with mine and Sam’s rivalry, with Cobra Kai. Everything,”

Robby wrapped his arms around you, “It’s gonna be ok, alright. If it ends up being too awkward or whatever, we can leave,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” 

He kissed your cheek, “Anytime. Ready to go in?” you nodded. Robby placed his hand in yours, and you walked in.

The Larusso’s house was beautiful, it had off-white walls, a mixture of hardwood and patterned flooring, and large windows. It was probably one of the nicest houses you’d ever been in.

“Hey Robby,” Amanda Larusso approached you, “This must be your girlfriend. I’m Amanda,”

“Y/N,” you said.

“it’s so great to meet you, Robby’s told us so much about you!” She said - even if this wasn’t true.

“No he hasn’t,” you said, with a weak chuckle.

“Okay, well... that’s true, but I hope to get to know you more today. Okay, we are eating outside today as it is a lovely night. Everyone else is already out there, make yourselves at home, and dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” she said, smiling.

You both thanked her, before heading outside to where everyone was talking. “Hey everyone,” Robby made your presence known.

“Hey Robby!” Daniel greeted, before laying his eyes on you, when his smile faded. It was no secret that you were the Golden Student of Cobra Kai, you had even been known to take Miguel and Tory in fights, and of course...Sam.

“What is she doing here?” Sam exclaimed, gesturing towards you.

Your grip on Robby’s hand tightened. You had expected this, so you decided to stand your ground, “I was invited,” you asserted.

“Who would invite you here?” Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

“Sam,” Robby said, in an attempt to calm her down. 

It was at this point that her eye’s travelled down to where yours and Robby’s hands were enlaced. “Don’t tell me you’re actually dating this bitch,”

“Sam!” Daniel scolded, and just before an argument could come out, Mrs Larusso arrived, holding trays of food.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“No, mom. We’re fine,” Sam said, partially through gritted teeth.

**********

There had been evident silence since dinner had started, it was starting to get annoying, how Sam was giving you death glares from across the table. Anthony was doing the same, although he was just probably copying what Sam was doing.

Amanda then decided to break the silence, asking you a question “So, Y/N how did you and Robby meet?”

“We met at the skate park. Robby was tried to do a new trick, but it went wrong and his board ended up flying in my direction, he apologised, we started talking, and...here we are,” you replied, giving her a smile.

“Oh that’s sweet, and from what little Robby has said, you do karate?” she questioned.

“Yeah, I do,” you said, purposefully not saying your dojo’s name - even if Sam and Mr Larusso knew, you wanted to keep the dojo rivalry to a minimum.

“She’s top of her class as well,” Robby added, “She can easily beat me in a fight,” 

“Only because you fight dirty,” Sam uttered underneath her breath.

You ignored her, “I wouldn’t say easily,” you protested, “But, yeah I can totally kick your ass,” you said, letting out a small laugh. Sam rolled her eyes

“Wow, that’s really impressive. What dojo do you go to,” Mrs Larusso asked.

“Oh, um, Cobra Kai,” you said, somewhat trailing off towards the end.

“Oh. Okay, is this why this dinner is being so awkward?” she said, and no-one answered, “Obviously it is,” she mumbled.

“Aren’t they the dojo that dislocated Robby’s shoulder?” Louie asked.

“Technically that was just Hawk,” Robby defended.

“Still doesn’t excuse their shitty teaching methods,” Sam said quietly.

Your hand balled into a fist. Her snarky comments were starting to fuel your anger. Robby placed his hand over yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles - an action that he knew calmed you, and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Y/N, are you new to town? I can’t recall seeing you anywhere,” Amanda questioned, seemingly ignoring her daughters comments.

“Yeah, I only moved here 6 months ago. My mom got a new job,” you explained.

“Oh, what does you mom do?"

“She’s a real estate agent,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s cool,”

**********

Conversation slowly picked up from there, although that didn’t stop Sam from making remarks. It was like she was trying to get people to think you were a bad person, saying stuff like ‘Dad, I’m glad that you taught me and Robby the right way of karate’.

It was honestly taking a toll on you, you had to work hard to make a good impression, and not act out and make a scene.

“Mom, did I tell you that Moon has a girlfriend now?” Sam asked her mother.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” 

“Yeah, it’s this Piper. She’s nice,” she explained.

“Moon is the girl that was dating that Hawk guy?” Louie butted in.

“Yeah,”

“Was she just gay all along then?”

“No, she’s just bisexual,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows at Louie’s question.

“Sam, come on. Bisexuality isn’t real,” you fists balled as Louie continued, “People are either gay or straight, you can’t like both, that’s just... unnatural,”

“Fuck this!” You yelled. You rose from your seat, and stormed out of the back yard.

“Louie, what the fuck?” Sam, and Amanda said in unison. Robby sat there glaring at Louie for a few seconds, before standing up to go after you. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder, and muttered an “I’ll go,” and went after you. Meanwhile, Amanda was kicking Louie out of the house, using language she would never use in front of her kids in any other sort of situation.

Daniel ran after you. “Y/N! Wait,” 

“What do you want?” you said, wiping tears that had escaped. 

“Look, I’m sorry for what Louie said. If it’s any consolation, Amanda is shouting at him, and kicking him out,” he stated.

“You can’t control what he said. It’s not your fault,” 

“I know, but I’m still sorry, and I’m also sorry for what Sam has been saying. I know you two have your rivalry...thing, but it shouldn’t have come up,”

“Yeah, thanks,” you nodded.

“You did well for handling it as well as you did, had that of been me, I would’ve thrown hands,” he said, impressed.

“Oh, trust me I wanted to. It just doesn’t give off a good impression if you beat the shit out of the people your boyfriend’s living with,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, well I guess not,” he smiled.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well like, I’m a part of Cobra Kai. I’ve been in fights with your daughter, I’m not what people call the best ‘influence’ on people. Need I say more?” you said

“I see your point, but Robby trusts you. I’ve seen him improve since you two have been together, he seems happier, and if he trusts you, then I do too,” he explained.

“Thank you Mr Larusso,” you said, smiling at him.

“No problem kid,” he smiled back, “Now, if you want to stay for dessert, we have ice cream,” he offered.

“I think I’d just rather go home, if that’s okay,” you said.

“That’s totally fine, alright? I’ll go get Robby to take you home?” 

“Yes please,” you said, “Thank you,”

“Your welcome. I’ll see you soon,”

“Bye”

Robby came out a minute after Daniel had left, and immediately hugged you, “Are you okay?” he mumbled.

“I will be. I just want to go home,” you replied. 

“Okay, lets go, yeah?” he asked. You replied by nodding your head, yes.

**********

You and Robby had arrived at your house, and he walked you up to the front door. “Can you stay with me?” you asked.

“Yeah of course,”

You both made your way up the stairs and into your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes, and changed in the bathroom, before coming back to Robby.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

“A little. Can we cuddle?” 

He just laid down in your bed, and opened his arms for you to lay in. You positioned yourself in his arms so your head was on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heart beating.

Robby kissed the top of your head. You shifted your head to look up at him. He kissed your lips.

You knew that this boy would be the death of you.

@blackoutgirx

[cobaincreates]

body count

warnings: language, jealous rafe ;) & uh smut 18+

count: 3k+

hiiiii!! not my gif! bye!!!!

songs (that you’re not prepared for :)) (also crank them at full volume otherwise you won’t get the full effect) — keep lying & metal man by donna missal

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body count never mattered to you. in fact, whoever created the notion that body counts were important or a need-to-know fact could shove it. you always felt that it was degrading and a useless piece of information. what did anyone gain from acquiring that knowledge? sure, it was smart to keep track for hygiene reasons, but not for social reasons, or for future relationships.

so when rafe posed the question, you couldn’t help but scrunch your face up in discomfort. he was curious and you understood that, especially at this stage. you had only been dating for a couple months and it had been great so far with a handful of late night dates and mid-afternoon rendezvous’ in between classes. you rarely became nervous around him anymore, but you couldn’t push away that uneasy feeling at the current topic.

“can i guess?” he asked, looking at you under his baseball cap.

tonight, rafe had taken you out for ice cream only a couple miles from campus. he had picked you up in his car, even clearing the front seat off that usually held a stack of papers ranging from returned tests to scribbled notes. he brought you to a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant and ordered a brownie sundae right off the bat. he knew what you liked.

“are you going to be rude about it?” you countered as you scooped up a generous amount of brownie and vanilla ice cream.

“are you implying that there’s a lot?” he eyed you, stopping mid-scoop.

you chewed what was in your mouth, the ice cream cold against your teeth. you hid your mouth behind your hand so you could answer him. “don’t be so shocked. i’ve had my fair share of hookups.”

rafe couldn’t help the broad smile as he ate. “but you’re so innocent-looking.”

“oh, please.” you groaned.

there was a pause as rafe continued to smile to himself. you took another bite, knowing that the conversation was far from over. if rafe wanted to know something, he would eventually get the answer.

he stared at you from across the table while you spent several moments looking around the diner. you weren’t trying to prolong the answer you were going to give him, in fact you knew you didn’t have to prolong it because it wasn’t a big deal. you supposed you were just stubborn since you didn’t like the topic anyway.

“what?” you asked rafe when you found his eyes still on you.

“how many hookups have you had?” he asked, some sort of amusement in his eyes.

“does it really matter?”

“is it more than one hand?”

“now i don’t want to tell you.” you laughed lightly as you leaned over the table, dipping your spoon back into the dish.

“i’m just curious.” he shrugged.

biting the inside of your lip, you looked at him under your lashes. you weren’t sure why you were giving in, but you set your spoon down and held your hands up. you showed him with your fingers how many people you had been with intimately, including relationships. rafe’s smile seemed to falter just a bit.

“not so innocent anymore, huh?”

you could see the tiny sliver of disappointment as he tried to pull the smile back on. without commenting, he picked up his spoon.

“who’s the best you ever had?”

you knew he was just being curious, or nosy, but you could also tell that he was asking because he was jealous. you saw it in the way his gaze changed, how he couldn’t fully look at you anymore. his shoulders seemed tense.

you already had an answer in your head, but you didn’t dare say it out loud. you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t like it. you took a sip of your drink as if you were thinking about it. looking around the restaurant again, you focused on the waiter at the register and the smell of fried food filling the room.

“just some guy.” you shrugged, your shirt falling off your shoulder. the cool air meeting your skin calmed the thoughts brewing in your mind so you didn’t bother fixing it.

“do i know him?”

you bit down on your straw and locked eyes with him. this could go two ways, you told yourself. either you could tell him the truth or you could lie and hope it would end the conversation. but you had gotten off to such a good start with him and there was no need to ruin it now. if he wasn’t staring at you as closely, you would’ve buried your head into your hands.

you weren’t even close to answering him when a body appeared beside your table. “hey guys!”

your stomach dropped. now you had to will yourself not to bury your face into your hands. both you and rafe looked away from one another to the soft-smiling face of his best friend, topper. what a coincidence. rafe looked back to you without your notice, hoping you wouldn’t forget about your conversation.

“hey, top.” you said in a deep breath, praying your voice didn’t shake. honestly, you couldn’t tell with the blood pumping in your ears. “you getting food?”

“yeah, just needed a break from studying for finley’s exam. you ready for that?” topper lowered his head, looking down at you.

rafe watched the two of you for a moment, letting go of his spoon and sitting back in his chair unbeknownst to you. you were too uncomfortable to look in his direction, which he surely took note of.

“maybe?” you shrugged a shoulder and leaned your cheek in your palm propped on the table. yes, you had most definitely been trying to separate yourself from rafe’s eyes. “i did some studying earlier, but i definitely need to do more. i can’t get past the moral error theory, i think i’ve re-read it about seven times.”

rafe’s eyebrows furrowed, wanting so badly to interject in the conversation with his own anecdotes. he let his jaw slack slightly, leaning back onto the table as he shifted in his seat.

“i don’t blame you. finley seems like a madman with a whole exam covering five completely different things.” topper said.

you laughed, mostly out of awkwardness. you glanced at rafe then and felt your laughter quickly dwindle. he had set his elbows on the table, his clasped hands propped against his mouth. you looked away when the dark eyes under his hat latched to yours. your stomach dropped and if you weren’t careful it felt like it was going to fall apart completely. topper continued your conversation for another minute, but you had no idea what he was saying. you didn’t register it as you could only think about rafe and question everything. did you say something wrong? were you too friendly with topper? did he know?

“i’ll see you guys later.” topper backed away to the cash register then, leaving the two of you alone. you averted your eyes to your spoon sitting in the dish in the middle of the table. you suddenly had the urge to eat the rest of it.

“there’s a little brownie left. you want it?” you pushed the small piece closer to rafe in the dish. your voice felt quiet, but you knew he heard you.

“no, i’m good.” he said and sat back, dropping his hands to his lap. you peered at him under your lashes again as you popped the brownie into your mouth. the sugar didn’t make you feel any more at ease as you chewed.

rafe dug out his wallet and placed his card on the edge of the table for whenever the waiter came over. you sipped the rest of your drink, not knowing what to say. you wanted to pick up where you left off in your conversation, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. so instead you bit the inside of your lip as rafe took his phone out and tapped his fingers along the screen.

“all done? can i get you two anything else?” the waiter asked as they took the dish and spoons off the table. both you and rafe looked up at them at the same time. you shook your head while rafe said no, he held his card out to them then dropped his gaze back down to his lap. you looked at the hat on his head, wanting so badly to reach over and take it off.

rafe was kind of his usual self as you left the restaurant. he held the door open for you and walked along your side to the car, but he was completely quiet and he didn’t touch you. he was all for physical touch, either an arm around your waist or his hand holding yours. you itched for it as you parted ways around the car and got in.

you stole glances at him as he drove. his hat seemed lower over his face as if he were hiding. was he relaxed or defeated as he rested against the seat? at the next green light, he went straight instead of turning left. you figured he just wanted you to come over to his apartment instead of ending the night earlier than usual. you also speculated that he wanted to continue the conversation before topper showed up. god, why did topper have to pick up food? why did he have to be hungry like any other human?

it was a longer silence as you followed rafe into the building, sniffing that familiar sanitary scent of the lobby. could he hear the buzzing in your head reverberating off the metal walls of the elevator? you tried to think of what you were going to say, of how you should explain in the best way. but then you thought that rafe didn’t need an explanation, you were free to sleep with whoever you wanted before him.

“do you want to watch a movie?” you tried adding a happy tone to your question, setting your bag down and shuffling your jacket off your arms. rafe turned to you from the front door, looking taller than he really was.

you watched him as he came over to you, towering over your shorter frame. his hands came up to your face, pulling you closer to him for a kiss. you melted completely in his hands, touching his sides to make sure you were still on solid earth. you had shared plenty of kisses, but you still felt that rush when his lips were on yours.

“topper?” he questioned, pulling away from you.

your bliss quickly broke, eyebrows furrowing and your dopamine levels dropping. you swallowed noticeably as your hands left his waist and his disappeared from your face. “what about him?” you nearly whispered and immediately regretted it. you didn’t like playing dumb and you could tell by the way rafe’s jaw clenched that he didn’t like it either. what had you gotten yourself into?

“take your clothes off.”

you blinked rapidly, your stomach leaping. did you hear him correctly? “what?” you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to comprehend where this was going and how his words were jumping all over the place.

“you heard me.”

you couldn’t take your jaw from the floor as you stared up at rafe in astonishment. you had never seen this stern side of him and it was making your head all jumbled in thoughts. your lungs felt short of breath now.

rafe stepped closer to bring his chest flush against yours. his head lowered, his eyes piercing intensively. you wanted so deeply to look away. his lips were right in front of you and they looked very tempting but you were trying desperately to understand what he was trying to do. he didn’t give you much thought as his lips came over yours again, this time much firmer and more incessant. you made a noise against him and rafe soaked it in, letting it disappear into his mouth as he opened your lips further. you moved your hands up to his face, trying to get your mind moving to the pace of his lips. it seemed impossible as he knelt down and grabbed ahold of your thighs to lift you up.

you felt rafe start to move, his legs carrying the both of you somewhere further in the room. you didn’t know where exactly until his hands disappeared from you and you dropped down onto the couch with a slight bounce. you gasped and looked up at rafe in front of you as he tore off his hat and jacket, sending them both flying somewhere behind him. next went his shirt before he bent down toward you, his tongue quick to enter your mouth.

you tried your best to match his pace, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration. it wasn’t until his hands went up your shirt that you pulled away from him with a deep breath.

“wait, wait, wait,” you said as rafe’s lips went to your neck momentarily. “slow down, rafe.”

this wasn’t how you expected or imagined your first time with rafe. he pulled away without a word and propped himself on the back of the couch, bent directly over you. you swallowed and reached up to touch his shoulders, the kitchen light sending a warm glow over them.

“talk to me.”

“i don’t want to talk.” he said as he fisted the back of the couch. you noticed his arms flexing above you.

“what are you trying to do?” you begged, searching for anything.

rafe let out a noise before he pressed a few kisses along the underside of your jaw, making you tilt your head up and close your eyes. you brushed your face against his as his breath hit your ear. “i’m going to show you the best you’ve ever had.”

you couldn’t help the moan from slipping out. it clearly egged rafe on as he kissed you again.

“take your clothes off.” he said once more as he pulled away. you wanted to kick him for leaving you again, especially with how quickly your anticipation was increasing. instead, you sat up, moving closer to the edge of the couch, and pulled your shirt over your head. rafe watched you as you both reached for your bottoms. the adrenaline started to kick in as you noticed the way he was looking at you and your movements.

you bit your lips together as rafe grabbed ahold of your pants and tugged them the rest of the way off. he glanced at your underwear next and you leaned against the back of the couch to push them off, lifting your hips. he leaned down for another searing kiss, your breaths mingling together. you breathed him in next, opening your mouth wider and moving your fingers into his hair. you gripped it softly as you felt his hand appear on your thigh, slowly traveling up and maneuvering over the new territory. the only thing you two had ever done was innocent petting over clothes, but you managed to shiver just as much at his touch.

rafe didn’t make a trail of kisses down your front or spend time caressing your skin like the many times you imagined he would. he didn’t go down on you or hold your legs tightly around his head as he tasted you, like you hoped he would. as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place, his kisses became impatient and sloppy.

“turn around.” he commanded when he pulled away just centimeters from your face. you were just about to pull his hips closer to yours, your own impatience pooling between your legs.

a wave of nerves ran through you and you swallowed as you did as he said. once you were turned around, your arms propped on the back of the couch and your eyes trailing over the bare wall a few feet away, your breath hitched. rafe’s lips pressed to the back of your thigh.

you let out a sudden yelp as rafe touched you for the first time. his hand pressed into you, his fingers gliding your wetness around. your belly clenched. your head seemed to sense his movements, leaning toward him as he came to your ear again.

“are you this wet for me?” he whispered huskily.

“yes.” you said and leaned your head against his, your eyes slipping closed. you focused on his fingers, the thickness of them, the assured way they moved.

“were you this wet for him?” he asked next as his fingers teased your entrance.

“no, rafe.” you mewled and moved your hips back in search of some friction.

“don’t lie to me.” he said. his head disappeared as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, his teeth making an appearance for a subtle bite. your head lulled forward onto the cushion as your hips pushed against his hand.

your body pressed into the cushion as rafe’s fingers were replaced with him. you moaned lowly as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling in pleasure. you could feel yourself pulsing around him and his size and you wanted to stay just like this for a while.

rafe had no intentions of keeping still. he planted his hands at your hips, adjusted his knee beside yours, pulled back out and hit you harder this time, rocking you deep into the cushions. you barely had time to adjust to him, wincing slightly as he moved.

you lifted your head up just as he thrust forward. reaching a hand back to him, you gripped his wrist. “god, rafe, be nice.” you groaned as he thrust again.

“you fucked my best friend.” he accused through a clenched jaw and a harder thrust.

“twice.” you gasped, your head dropping back to the couch.

rafe groaned and managed to pull out nearly all the way and hit you even harder going back in. you moaned, feeling him pause for a second before doing it again. each time he pushed, you lost your breath, only having two seconds tops to get it back. you could feel his jealousy in his movements and his total frustration at learning that you’d slept with topper. it had been months before even knowing rafe. it was fun while it lasted and you now had that experience to thank since it brought you to where you are now— in rafe’s apartment, fucking him for the first time. you didn’t regret sleeping with topper at all.

now you pushed yourself up on your hands, arching your hips back to give rafe a new angle. you brushed your hair over your neck, turning to get a glimpse of him. he was relentlessly thrusting into you and showing no signs of stopping any time soon. you could feel yourself getting somewhat close to your release and you wanted nothing more than for rafe to bring it to you.

you let out a high-pitched moan, one you never heard before, as rafe took it upon himself to smack your backside. he eased the sting as he rubbed his palm over it.

“did he make you feel like this?” he panted, so clearly close to his end too.

“stop talking about him.” you chided.

rafe only laid down another smack, this time gripping your backside harshly afterwards. you fisted the cushions and squeezed your eyes shut as it brought your climax closer.

“don’t stop,” you begged. “please, don’t stop.”

you felt the sting as rafe removed his hand and brought it to your clit. your mouth dropped open, a slew of curses and moans pouring out as he drew circles in time with his thrusts. his touching you, moving inside of you, and the periodic smacking of your skin was enough to throw you overboard. you grabbed onto the couch, holding on tightly as you came over rafe and said his name in bliss.

his hips stuttered at the feel of you coming, your walls pulsing around him. he panted as he took it in then went right back to his fast pace, chasing his own high. your hand stretched back, searching for him, and wrapped around his wrist tightly. he gripped your hip then, your touch encouraging him. it was another moment before he was pulling out of you and coming onto your back.

he breathed in deeply through his nose, staring down at the mess on your skin, your sides moving as you breathed. he brushed his hair off of his forehead, now slick with sweat.

rafe wiped the mess clean with his shirt then pressed a kiss to your shoulder. he collapsed beside you and rested his tired muscles. you sat down and blinked around at the room, trying to remember little details about tonight and how you had gotten there in the first place.

rafe’s head rolled to look at you, his eyes now tired. “how was it?”

you grinned at the question and couldn’t help poking fun at him. “you’re so jealous.” you jabbed at his chest. a second later you pressed your hand onto his sticky skin. rafe didn’t deny your statement, instead continuing to stare at you in a daze. “there’s room for improvement,” you teased and pecked his shoulder before getting up. rafe didn’t miss the slight limp you had as you went behind the couch.

“where are you going?” he asked with a smirk.

“i have to pee.” you called to him.

“i’m not done with you yet,” he called back, making you laugh and close the bathroom door behind you.

[skei-seems]

Professor Reid

(PART 1)

Summary: Reader kicks off first semester of university with a team project that requires a trip to another city. Her professor, Spencer Reid, is to accompany the team, but the journey takes an interesting turn when he offers to show her a pub in the city one night.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader

Category: Smut [NSFW]

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Swearing

A/N: Please send me some feedback on this or requests, I would love to hear your thoughts. Also, do you guys prefer first person x reader or second person pov? Part 2 linked below ;)

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      You could always see something coming from a mile away, it was a peculiar skill of yours to be able to plan out every possible outcome of any situation (especially the worst ones) in order to satisfy your anxiety. University was a new ground, it was unfamiliar and untrodden, and that’s what made it dangerous - the unforeseeable future.

      As soon as you started criminal psychology class, you knew it would be your favourite. Perhaps it was because of the interesting analogy strategies, or the way the minds of the psychos worked, but mainly it was because of the gorgeous golden-locked professor. His intelligent hands gestured each time he spoke and the way they often ran through his hair to fix it, his big brown eyes scanning the room which sometimes met your gaze, and the nerdy button up shirts he wore was enough to set your lust for him on fire. The development of crushes on people that would never be interested in you was a frequent occurrence, and the probability of something happening between you was far from reality - you knew that - and that was where the satisfaction lay in it. Knowing nothing can or will happen, the infatuation was innocent and improbable. 

      “Okay class, I have an announcement to make,” the voice that sent goosebumps over your skin each time it sounded, boomed through the large classroom. You focused from a distance on his sharp eyes, before he looked down at a piece of paper in his hands. “There will be a trip to another university to join a team which will conduct a research project together,”  some ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s’ sounded there, ”but unfortunately I cannot take all of you.” Disappointment flooded through the room now, but a little jolt of excitement went through your body. A trip, to another town, with the hot professor. He continued, “I have selected five students based on how well they did in the last examination, the names of whom I read now please meet with me after class.”

      Your heart sped up in your chest, you were even afraid the thumping could be heard by your surrounding classmates as he read off the names, and stopped when yours was the last. Part of you wished you could be as calm as the others when class ended and they slowly made their way to his desk, but the other part of you wanted to lather up every bit of excitement that coursed through your body as you approached the tall smart-looking man.

      As he briefed the group on what you need to prepare and the plans for the trip, you calmed down and made some notes, but a strand of hair had fallen into his face which distracted you. When he finished the briefing and made sure everyone was okay with spending their first week of holiday doing a school trip, everyone made to leave. You pocketed your phone, looked around when you heard him say “Bye guys, see you on the weekend!” and made eye contact, he smiled awkwardly and averted his gaze to the others walking out the door. Your heart immediately started racing in your chest and only calmed once you got home, and you could not get those beautiful brown eyes out of your head.

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      It was the day of the trip. You would be driving together in a bus and stay at a hotel; you had free time in the mornings and evenings, project participation during the day and one free days to tour the city with your guide, professor Reid. Apparently if you did well, you would be allowed a night of celebration at the end in a very fancy club, which did not really seem like a reward to you, clubs were loud and full of sweaty drunk strangers.

      The drive was long and seemingly endless with not much to do, and you were slightly amused to see that both you and the professor had brought a book to entertain yourselves with for the trip. When you arrived, the whole group set out to their rooms (each with a roommate) except for the professor, who made sure you knew where it was and that each had his number to call in case of emergency. He gave everyone the rest of the afternoon off to do your own activities, but you weren't allowed to go off alone, and had to be back at the hotel by 10.

      You spent most of your free time reading or putting together work for the project, and by the third day the others had quickly formed a bond and gone off without you to have fun. It was about six thirty when you heard a knock on the door. Wondering who it was, you opened it to the gorgeous blonde professor.

“Hi Y/N, the others have all gone with the other university’s team to a restaurant and I’ve allowed them a later curfew, don’t you want to join them?” He asked, with a slight concern (probably because you were always alone). His brows were knit into a neat frown and you could imagine them being like that for a whole other reason, almost buckling your knees.

      “Um,” you stumbled, thrown off by his sudden appearance and question, and thought for a moment. “To be honest I don’t really feel like being in that big group after spending the whole day with them.”

At this, he looked down and smiled, almost in a knowing way. “Well, if you want to get out, I’m going to meet some of my old university friends at a place that’s really nice,” then he sheepishly added, “and probably better than the restaurant your classmates chose.”

You bit your lip, he was asking you to come with him, without any other student present. “Your old university friends?” 

“Yeah, this was where I studied before I moved and joined the FBI to become a profiler.” 

Before you could answer, he added, “I just, couldn’t help but notice you haven’t gone out at all with the others. It wouldn’t sit right with me if you spend another night all by yourself.” 

His words sent a rush of goosebumps over your skin. It made you look away with embarrassment that your introverted habits had not gone unnoticed. “Okay,” you said with forced sureness, and shyly looked at him again, “could I maybe just change real quick?”

      He studied you a little and nodded. “Meet me at the foyer in fifteen minutes. You won’t regret it.” He seemed pleased with himself at convincing you to come out of your shell, and it sent electric sparks through your body that he made an effort for you, and only you.

      Fifteen minutes later you walked up to the foyer. It turns out he had made the decision to change as well, going for a white buttoned up shirt, black fitting trousers and a pair of high top converse. You could not take your eyes off the man, and your stomach somersaulted at his rolled up sleeves that exposed his veiny forearms and watched wrist. As you came closer, he turned around and let his smouldering brown eyes travel down your body.

       You flushed with warmth and redness as he took in your change of appearance, you wore black skinny jeans, a top that exposed your chest a little more than you would allow at school, and your go-to white sneakers. 

“I was almost afraid you decided to stand me up,” he joked and shuffled his feet as the scent of your elegant rosey perfume engulfed him.

      “Almost,” You chuckled, this informal stance was relaxing.  You made your way down a couple of blocks while the professor talked a bit about the city, and finally entered a retro-looking pub. As you observed the place, you could feel his eyes on you. You realised for the first that he was your grounding now, since there was no one else in the room you knew, an intimate feeling arose at this thought and you moved a little closer to him.

“This is where I spent many a night drinking with my friends,” he said - with pride - while leading you to an empty table. You could hardly picture this smart and always-composed man being drunk, but it was a humoured picture nonetheless. He had to lean in for you to hear him over the music and talking of the people inside, and you could feel his hot minty breath sending tingles across your skin. 

“I like it,” you replied. The bar was old wood, the walls were lined with all kinds of posters and signs that made up the aesthetic, accompanied by a small stage area with a landing dance floor. 

“It’s my favourite, ahh-” he looked up at someone behind you and got up, “here they are.” Your heart skipped a beat, you were always nervous when meeting new people.

“SPENCE, my man!” exclaimed a tall curly haired fellow as they ‘bro-hugged’. A second, more buff and bearded man followed with “Long time no see!” He looked a little older but the two seemed to make sense as a friendship.

      After they exchanged greetings, they realized your presence. Assuming they were out of earshot from a couple of feet away, the curly haired guy complimented professor Reid on his ‘date’ and made a gesture to suggest nice ‘boobs.’  You had to hide your smile when the professor went crimson and explained that you were his student, but you could feel your legs aching a little at the sight of him being flustered. He glanced at you nervously and ran a hand through his loose curls.

      Finally, the men joined the table and introduced themselves, sharing stories of when they were your age. The professor seemed so different like this, so warm and relaxed, as compared to his usual formal state. You exchanged glances and a couple of smiles through the drinks and conversations, and you couldn’t push away the thought that maybe you were forming a connection. You focused on the way he sometimes licked his lips or put his fingers to his mouth, and imagined sucking on them, squeezing your thighs at the thought. Maybe you would be different after the trip, but you were snapped back to reality when the two of his friends decided to call it a night.

As the two were saying their goodbyes and making their way to the door. You checked your phone and shocked, exclaimed “It’s only ten o’clock!” 

This earned a beautiful laugh from your professor. “I suppose that’s late when you’re my age. But we don’t have to leave. Wanna play a game of pool?”

Relief flooded unto you, you did not want this to be over, no one else had seen the professor like this and - despite your nervousness - you were having fun. The pub had grown fuller than when you first came in. Noticing a couple of lustful glances to your body, and to avoid being crumpled or lost between passing bodies, Spencer lightly put a hand on your lower back as he guided you in front of him over to the pool tables. The touch was barely, and so subtle, but it created a sense of dominince over you and made the area where his fingers connected with the fabric of your shirt tingle and spread to your lower belly. 

He was pretty good at the game, hitting with careful preciseness and studying the table for a while before taking each of his turns. Focusing like him was a rather difficult task when you kept watching his veiny hands wrap around the pool stick and grip it tightly before he bent over to shoot. It was a little funny that he took it with such seriousness, but this forced you to do the same, and soon there was an atmosphere of strong competitiveness evident between you two. It came down the last couple of balls, when you decided to throw in a bet. 

“If I win what do I get?” You confidently challenged, the alcohol had given your voice a certain assertiveness it lacked when you were sober, but this could also be a bad thing - the alcohol talking for you.

“If you win I buy the next round of drinks, if I win you pay for the round.” He said without thinking too hard about it, then returned his focus back to the game.

A couple moments later professor Reid won, and you reluctantly pulled out your wallet from your bag and made your way to the bar. The look on his face was triumph, but it had been a little exciting for the duration of the game that he considered you his equal, as competition. While you waited for the two glasses of Jack and Coke, a hand groped you from behind. You jumped out of the stranger’s grasp and tried to put as much distance between the two of you, but the line was cramped and it didn’t help much. 

A sloppy looking man smirked at you, “How bout I get you a drink, darling.”

“How bout you leave her alone.” A firm voice said behind you, and you felt a warm hand sneak around your waist.

The guy looked annoyed but retreated from the bar. You turned around, a little thrown off from the interaction. “Thank you for saving me, professor.” You said, looking into his chocolate eyes staring off at the guy, now darkened with a little - anger? protectiveness? or was it dominance? Either way, it excited you. 

“But I can handle myself”

He cocked his head and eyed you smugly. “Just stick closer to me from now.” He smiled with reassurance, not taking his hand off your waist, and the creep left your mind. All you wanted now was him.

You took your drinks and went back to the pool tables, all of them were occupied. Two friendly biker-looking guys offered to play in teams with you, though. You took on the challenge and played, but you were focusing on a different game. The alcohol had flushed out any thoughts or worry about the age difference or the fact that he was your professor, you were’t sure how, but you were going to get him one way or another. The game progressed slowly, and you got the opportunity to bend down in front of the professor. Behind you, you heard the biker next to him say “dude, if you don’t hit that, I will,” and felt a subtle, but not too soft landing on your ass. A yelp escaped your mouth, more out of surprise than anything, but you shot the ball in and turned around. Spencer looked embarrassed, and pulled you away a little and apologised. 

“I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, sir,” you insisted, then adding, “I kinda liked it.”

His mouth formed into an ‘O’ shaped, and with his eyebrows raised he let out a chuckle, but you could see something change in his eyes as he glanced at your lips.

You were pulled out of your daze when you heard it - the song. The song you had to dance to no matter what, so you grabbed your drink and downed the last of it. “Come on, professor,” you pulled him by his hand.

“What’s happening?” he asked, looking a little amused.

“We have to dance to this song, it’s illegal not to.”

      He laughed and followed you. The world was spinning a little and the alcohol had made your body warm, you would have to get out for fresh air sooner than later or you’d start sweating. Not knowing what was going through your or the professors mind, whatever it was, you hoped it was the same thing.

Once on the dance floor, the two of you easily fit in the crowd’s rhythm. He knew the lyrics just as well as you, and you jumped and moved around each other mouthing the words. A layer of sweat had started to make his shirt cling to him, and his hair was a little dampened, god he looked good. As the chorus ended, he stopped momentarily to unbutton his shirt a little for some air. His exposed chest was a huge turn on and you moved a little closer to him, but someone pushed through the crowd and squashed you right into each other. 

      This was the closest you had ever been, your bodies were completely pressed against each other and his cologne was overwhelming your senses. With your hand on his chest you looked up at him, resuming to the rhythm of the song, but the two of you remained close. He made no move to push you away, he just seemed deeply in though. With a last muster of confidence, you turned around and pushed your lower half onto his and felt him harden against you. Glad for the blaring music at that moment, you moaned loudly. For a moment he did nothing, then his hands shyly placed themselves on your hips.

Maybe it was wrong, maybe you should move away and pretend it hadn’t happened, but he pulled you closer by the waist and kept you rooted to the spot. So there was a dominant part in him, this pushed away the doubts you had momentarily and you continued to rub against his hard groin. The song changed to a slower, more sexy one. He hung his head so it was next to yours, and you could feel his sticky curls tangle with your hair. His hands were on your waist, guiding you and every now and then moving higher to just below your breasts. You slid down against him slowly, then slowly pushed your butt up back against his hardness. Just the thought of what the two of you looked like at that moment could send you over the edge.

      Unable to resist seeing what he looked like, you turned around and flung your arms around his neck, his hair was wet and messy, some parts sticking to his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. What made you stop was how he was staring you right in the eye through his locks, like there was no one else in the room, you pondered whether or not to kiss him but it was hot, it was so hot in the room.

You pulled free from what seemed like your wildest fantasy come true and made way to the exist and out into the open air. Professor Reid had followed you outside into the dark lamp-lit street. He mirrored your out-of-breath and at-a-loss-for-words state. “Let’s get back to the hotel, shall we?” he offered after a while, not looking at you and already walking in the direction of the hotel.

      You weren't sure if he meant that in the sense of sleeping together or just going back to your separate rooms, but the reality of it had sobered you up a little and you were feeling a little nervous now. He seemed.. angry? or what he frustrated? Things seemed so obvious back on the dance floor but now they seemed cloudy and unclear.

When you finally made your way back to the hotel the nervousness had almost eaten you up, and you were shaking. You and Spencer hadn’t said a word the entire way back, and the silence hadn’t helped your anxiety. He stopped suddenly and you walked into him, not realising you had already arrived in from of your hotel room. 

“Do you have your key card?” he finally spoke up, his voice was coarse and full of restraint.

      You nodded, turned and swiped the card to open the door. Stepping half inside you peeked around, your roommate wasn’t home yet. When you turned back to face Spencer, he was staring at you with such intensity it seemed to sear holes in you. Boldly, you took a step toward him. He immediately grabbed you by the waist and kissed you forcefully. Inside, he slammed you against the door to close it and swiped his tongue over your lips, then inside your mouth to explore. His hands were all over your body and yours tangled in his long, messy curls. When you felt his soft lips connect with the sensitive area of your neck, you moaned.

“Professor,” you squeaked. Your voice was full of need and earned a rough groan from him.

      He picked you up and set you on the counter in the small kitchen. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, looking into your eyes, grabbing the back of your neck and reattaching your lips. His words were sending a rush to your core; you needed more friction. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, his hardness now rubbing right against your beating core. He groaned and slowly grinded against you, making you want more. His tall lean figure against yours was too much to handle, it was overpowering and you couldn’t stop the soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

As his large hand massaged your breast and he continued to rock his hips against yours gradually at a faster pace, your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. 

He was in the middle of pulling off your shirt when a loud knock on the door made you freeze. He pulled away, eyes wide and lips swollen. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Who is it?” You called, your voice (and legs) shaking.

It turned out to be your roommate. The two of you swiftly fixed yourselves up and you opened the door. With the explained that you and the professor were just working on something more for tomorrow’s project session, he bid you goodnight and left hurriedly.

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      The next day you awoke not sure of how to go about things, or if you should just pretend that nothing had happened at all. But all that was not possible at all, you realised, when you saw him that morning. All the events of the previous night rushed at once into your mind and you bit your lip, it wasn’t over. He cleared his throat and shoved a hand into his pocket while addressing the group, his eye contact with you being only brief, yet strong.

During lunch break you wanted to speak with him, and found him in the cafeteria’s far end. Before coming around the corner, you stopped. He was on the phone.

“I know I know, Sweetness, I love you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, he had a girlfriend. How could you be a wedge between his relationship, you had messed up real bad, but then again, he was the one who kissed you...

     You avoided him for the rest of the day, and the next even though he asked to see you twice. Finally you received a text “Can we talk, please?” Yet you still ignored him, and even forced yourself to spend your free time with the group. It wasn’t too difficult avoiding him, but on the last day it was announced that since the group did so well, they would be celebrating at the great club in town - accompanied by the teachers of course. 

      You groaned. Slowly, anger had started to rise up to you. He was the one who had known he had a girlfriend, not you. He could have stopped it at any moment, but he didn’t. It was infuriating. Revenge may be the best plot. So you put on the sexiest clothes you could find, and met up with the group.

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To be continued...  PART TWO AVAILABLE HERE: https://skei-seems.tumblr.com/post/642815872752353280/professor-reid-part-2

[moonlight-additions]

Plastic Hearts

February 2019

The One Where Elena Gets Ditched

“pull you in, but don’t you get too close, love you now, but not tomorrow”

Elena’s Masterlist

“You’re leaving? You were the one who told me we were going to hang out here and drink!” Elena spoke as she sat on the couch staring at the boy who was rushing around to get ready. “And what happened to Mark?” She questioned once she realized that their other friend wasn’t here.

Chan stopped his movements staring at her with an innocent smile. “Oh, Mark cancelled, it’s Jaehyun’s birthday.”

The girl glared at the boy accusingly. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I just told you!” He tried reasoning as he placed more space between the two.

Elena groaned as she laid back against the couch. “A heads up would’ve been nice! What am I suppose to do with all this wine?” She finished as she motioned to the three bottles of wine on the table.

“Drink it.” The boy suggested with a soft shrug of his shoulders and a small grin on his face.

“Alone? On Valentine’s Day?” Elena questioned exasperated while pouting at him.

“Yeah?” He answered with a chuckle.

“Now that’s just sad.” She sighed as she crossed her arms. “Especially when both your friends cancel on you.” She emphasized the last part while opening a bottle and drinking from it.

Chan looked at the girl with a small laugh at her action. “Look I have to go, I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” He smiled at the girl, holding out his pinky.

Elena sighed raising her hand to intertwine it with his and touching their thumbs together to seal it. “Fine, but I better hear the details later!” She said disconnecting their hands to close the bottle back up.

“I always do! Anyways I have to go, bye!” He rushed out as he ran to the door and closed it behind him.

Elena huffed out as she fell back on the couch. “And then there was one.” She whispered as she sat there for a minute contemplating what her next move would be.

Her best bet would have to be going home, considering it was Valentine’s Day and most people would have plans, whether it be with someone else or not. Not to mention she still had promotions to attend to the next day.

“Damn it Dino, I was really hoping to let loose a bit tonight.” She muttered as she finally stood up to start collecting her things to leave.

At the same time, a boy walked out of his room, going to the kitchen for a glass of water. Stopping in his tracks at the sight of the girl in his living room.

Elena looked up, having a feeling as if she was being watched. Turning around, she felt her breath leave her as she spotted the older boy looking at her from the hallway, with a kind smile she waved at him. “Hi.”

“Where did Chan go?” He asked as he made his way to her with a reciprocated smile on his confused face.

“On a date.” She replied back while placing her things back on the table.

“I thought you guys were hanging out here?”

“That makes two of us.” She uttered quietly. She’ll admit she was still a bit salty that Chan had cancelled on her last minute but she was happy for him regardless.

“How do you leave your girlfriend alone on Valentines?” He asked out loud which caused Elena’s eyes to widen double their original size.

“Oh my god! No!” Elena exclaimed out loud shaking her head quickly. “Me and Chan are not dating!”

Joshua looked at the girl confused as he questioned her. “Then why were you guys going to hangout together today?”

“Because single friends can celebrate Valentine’s Day together.” The girl pursed her lips before adding with a smile. “Plus it was suppose to be me, Chan and another friend hanging out.”

“I see.” He sang out as nodded his head slowly.

“Hey! It’s not all that bad!” She defended herself looking over at the judging boy.

Joshua let out a chuckle at the girl, deciding to continue his teasing a little longer. “Right...”

Elena let out a laugh before smirking at him. “Well, what are you doing here?”

“Woah, woah, woah. I didn’t ask to get attacked.” He joked throwing his arms up. “But you do have a point there. I was planning on just going to bed.”

“Oh.” She nodded not expecting the answer he gave her. Letting a grin appear on her face, she took the opportunity and raised the bottle up in the air. “Well, I brought a lot of wine. Do you want to have some?”

The boy stood there contemplating the idea. Not like he had better plans. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” He smiled over to her. “I’ll go get the glasses.”

“I was just about to ask if you minded drinking from the bottle.” Elena grinned as she lifted the wine bottle up in the air.

“I didn’t know you were going that hard so early.” He spoke from the kitchen followed by a soft laugh. “Okay, can I get your name before we get further into our conversation.”

The girl laughed before answering with a smile. “Elena.”

“Well Elena, I’m Joshua.” He answered smoothly as he returned with two wine glasses in hand.

“I know.” She smiled as she opened the bottle.

“Right.” He nodded rubbing the back of his neck shyly. “I’m sorry but you look really familiar and I don’t mean from seeing you with Chan in passing.”

“Yeah?” She chuckled as she poured the wine in both glasses. “Well, I’m also an idol or -”

“That’s probably it!” He nodded cutting her off and grabbing his glass. “What group are you in?”

Elena smiled brightly before responding. “ATEEZ. We actually just debuted last year.” She answered as she drank from the glass in her hand.

“Oh really?” He responded looking at the girl shocked. “So how long have you known Chan?”

“We met back in 2016, so almost three years.” Elena spoke with a laugh, taking a larger gulp of her drink.

“Wow, so it’s been a while. How did you guys meet?”He questioned looking at the girl attentively. Elena let out a giggle as she put her glass down. Quickly she covered her face with her hands to stifle the laugh she was going to let out from her answer.

Letting out a light sigh followed by a chuckle she uncovered her face to look at Joshua with a playful smile. “When we filmed Very Nice. I was the girl in the Very Nice video.”

“Oh my god!” He spoke as his eyes widened. “You look so different!” He laughed before quickly apologizing. “I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you!”

She giggled at the boy’s expression. “It’s fine! I blame the expressionless face I had to keep the whole video.” She joked grabbing her glass to take a sip before adding, “No hard feelings, I promise.”

He stared at the girl with a small smile as nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably it.” Shaking his head he refilled his glass of wine. “So, what type of music do you guys make?”

“I don’t know what I would categorize it as if I’m being honest. Although, the first thing that comes to mind is powerful.” She tried explaining as she herself refilled her glass, finishing the first bottle. “We actually just came out with a mini album last month.”

“Really?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah, we’re actually still promoting.” She responded happily looking down at her full glass. “Do you want to hear the title track?” She asked looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Seeing the boy nod his head with a smile, she placed her glass of wine down and grabbed her phone off the table. As she looked through her phone for the album, the boy beside her took the time to admire her profile.

She was beautiful, anyone could tell, but even more so with the gleam in her eye. That same gleam that’s been present ever since her group was brought into the conversation. She intrigued him, and if he was being honest he wanted to get to know her a bit more.

He, himself, couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed her earlier. Honestly, he had seen her around with Chan every once in a while but thought nothing of it, not giving her much attention. He realized now that it would be hard for her not to have his attention when she’s around.

Joshua snapped out of his thoughts the second he heard the intro of a song playing from her direction. “Hey, I’ve actually heard some of the guys listening to this!” He let out as he thought back to Seungkwan listening to this song and another similar song the other day.

“Really?” She smiled brightly, her eyes shining brighter with pride.

The boy nodded as he took a sip of his wine. “Yeah! I think I even saw Seungkwan learning the choreo of another song the other day!”

“Oh my god!” Elena let out a happy laugh as she leaned forward a bit. “That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear he likes it!”

“He does.” He chuckled before eyeing the girl with a visible grin. “Would it be weird for me to ask you to teach me some of it?”

The girl froze in her spot. “Wait, really?”

“You don’t have too-” He quickly added, shaking his head.

“Yes I do! Come on!” She exclaimed as she stood up, grabbing his wine glass and placing both on the table in front of them. She then walked forward a bit grabbing his arms along the way to pull him up.

Letting go of his arm she turned to face him. “Okay so the point choreography has to be during the chorus. So whenever we do this, you want to act like you have a hat on and grab it with your right hand.” She demonstrated as she spoke.

“Like this?”

“Yeah! And through this part your going to want to keep your hand there as if it’s holding your hat in place as the rest of you moves.” She tried explaining as best as she could.

“Okay.” He nodded with determination.

Elena smiled before continuing to show him how the move should look like. “Then you’re going to move like this.”

“Okay, you lost me.” He laughed as looked at her, hoping she would show him again.

“Try doing what you remember.” She encouraged as she stood back, smiling at his attempt. Nodding her head as she observed his movements.

“It’s okay to move your shoulders.” Elena spoke up as she walked up to him placing her hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to relax them a bit. Joshua slowly looked up at her, surprised by the sudden touch. “Sorry!” She smiled sheepishly as she noticed what she had done.

“Its fine.” He whispered holding eye contact with her. She cleared her throated quietly before taking her hands off his shoulders with a small smile.

Turning around she reached for the drinks, grabbing both and handing Joshua his respective glass. “Thanks.”

She nodded as she watched him bring the glass up to lips and down the content in one sip. “Fuck it.” She whispered downing her own glass before placing it on the table behind her. Elena grabbed a hold of his shoulders, closing the space between the two with a kiss.

Joshua stood frozen in his spot, unable to move from the shock. The empty wine glass in his hand seconds from falling and shattering on the wooden floor beneath them.

At the lack of reaction, the girl slowly pulled away. It took her a few seconds to grasp what she had just done along with the reality of the situation she placed herself in. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” She exclaimed embarrassed by her rash actions. “I should le-” She began as she took her hands off of his shoulders, beginning to walk away.

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, the boy finally regaining his senses at the loss of contact and grabbing ahold of her face. “Don’t be.” He whispered as he walked closer to her.

Time felt as if it was moving in slow motion as Elena stared at the boy in a daze, his lips getting closer to hers. One second she was looking at his approaching features, the next her eyes are shut as she relishes the feeling of his lips touching her own.

Elena smiled at the feeling, reaching out to grab the boy’s t-shirt to bring him closer to her as their lips moved in sync.

Elena walked forward, pushing the boy to the wall, all while still engaging in the kiss. At the feeling of the boy’s back hitting the wall he pulled the girl flush against him and flipped them around so that the girl was pressed between himself and the wall. Disconnecting their lips, he pulled away from her, and placed his hands on both sides of her face. “Are you sure about this?” He asked in between his shallow breaths.

Elena nodded with reassurance. “I’m sure.” She spoke with her hands holding his cheeks. He searched her eyes for any hesitation but found none. Lowering his hands back onto her neck he pulled the girl in for a deep kiss, closing the space between them, for the third time. And for the first time that night, all the tension vanished into thin air.

[zamoimagines]

There’s Your Trouble

Word Count: 3,529

Pairings: Billie Dean Howard x Reader, Sally McKenna x Reader 

Chapters: 1, 2

Summary: You and your girlfriend, Billie Dean Howard, are staying at the Cortez for the weekend but you meet a pretty ghost. 

A/N: Chapter two is finally here! Hope you guys enjoy :)

The rest of your night wasn’t what Billie had promised. You remember telling her how excited you were to spend time with her at a hotel because it meant you both could maybe have a little alone time. She was constantly working on her show, or traveling, or doing interviews, or signing autographs on the street. This was a chance for the two of you to actually spend some quality time together. 

How wrong that assumption was. The rest of the day was spent interviewing different residents who obviously didn’t want to be filmed, and some of them even looked as if they were the ghosts themselves. Billie was so focused on learning the history of the building and asking the owners about James Patrick March. She cared more about her crew than anything you had to say. Any time you would try to speak, someone would cut you off and Billie would completely ignore that you had said anything at all. You were an afterthought to say the least. It had been this way long before you’d arrived with her at the Hotel Cortez. This seemed to be a pattern that never ended. 

Night fell rather quickly. You didn’t realize that it was dark out until you glanced out one of the windows of your room. Billie was still going on about all that needed to be filmed before Devil’s Night to her worker bees. 

“Uh.. Billie?” you tried to interject. 

“I’m thinking we can get a couple shots of the front for dramatic effect? I talked to Liz as well, she said we could see the basement if we really wanted to.”

“Billie-”

“Oh! And what if we got a scene in front of that creepy empty pool?”

“Billie, can I please talk to you for a second?”

The blonde finally turned in your direction. She gave you a wild smile. 

“Yeah! Sorry, honey. What is it?”

“Are we gonna go to the bar and get some alone time? I figured tonight would be perfect since we just got here.”

“Of course!” she replied happily. The sound of that brightened your world. 

“I’ve just got to get a few shots first.” Your heart sank in your chest. 

“Oh… okay.”

“Honey, I promise we’ll go on a date when we get the footage we need.” Billie pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Do you want to come with us? You could see all of the chilling content first hand!”

“I-I’m okay. I think I’m gonna wait here until you get back.” 

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yeah, I gotta unpack anyway.”

“I’ll film as fast as I can. It won’t be too long, right guys?” Billie looked to her crew for reassurance, though all they did was glared coldly back at you. They barely knew you and couldn’t give less of a shit about your romantic endeavors. She stood up while grabbing her mic before leading everyone out of the room. 

“Why don’t we just go out tomorrow night?” you offered.

“It won’t be too late, Y/N, I promise-”

“I’m just tired. It’s no big deal, really.”

“Okay, then. I’ll try not to stay out too late. I’ll see you later, sweetheart!”

“Bye, Billie.”

Alone. Yet again. Your own girlfriend cared so much more about her damn TV show than about spending the evening with you. It stung quite a bit, though you wouldn’t dare to ever let her know. She worked hard to get where she was. You just wished she would care about more important things sometimes.  

Instead of wallowing, you figured you would change into something more comfortable. You changed out of your travel outfit and immediately ditched your bra before slipping on some shorts along with a big t-shirt over your head. A sigh of relief escaped you. Folding your old clothes, you began to unpack your bag and put your belongings into the drawers of the dresser. You switched on the tv just to have a little background noise as you finished putting everything away. The only thing left was your makeup bag and a small carrier full of hygienic products. Taking the last two bags, you sauntered into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.

As you started to brush your teeth, your mind wandered aimlessly about Billie. You only agreed to come because she told you that she had so many things planned for you. Every business trip turned out to be all about your girlfriend and she’d always happened to just forget about every promise she made to you. This one was only proving to be the exact same. How could a damn TV show be more important than your own relationship? You didn’t understand her thought process whatsoever. 

You finished up before making your way back to the bed. Though, there was something off about the room. Something felt incredibly eerie but you couldn’t quite place what it was. Perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you were spending your week in a haunted hotel, so it was probably normal to feel a little creeped out by your surroundings. 

Just as you sat down on the bed, you heard a soft humming sound. Your head quickly turned in the direction of the bathroom door. Was someone in your room? 

“My, my… You’re even prettier than I remember, Princess.” a familiar voice spoke. You nearly jumped out of your spot as you let out a gasp. 

There standing in front of the doorway was the woman you’d met from earlier. The one in the elevator. You thought you’d locked the door but perhaps you actually had forgotten to and it slipped your mind. She was still as gorgeous as ever, only now she was just dressed in a simple black nightgown. Her fingers were laced around two glasses and a bottle of some brown liquor was in her other hand. You noticed large rips in her fishnets as she made her way closer to you. 

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

She shrugged as she inhaled the lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth, “Just a minute or two. The walls are paper thin here, though, so I heard your little conversation with the girlfriend.” She paused to take a longer drag. As she exhaled smoke, she raised a brow.

“Saw her leave too. She seems a little… Prissy.” Sally added in a disgusted tone. 

“Billie isn’t prissy. She’s just well-rounded!”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She plopped down next to you on the mattress with a sly grin on her face, her cigarette draping smoke all around your body as she nestled in closer.

“Just because she’s high maintenance doesn’t mean that she’s a bad person.”

Sally handed you one of the glasses before popping open the bottle. Pouring some alcohol into your cup, she chuckled in disbelief. 

“I’m not sure I believe that. The bitch is more infatuated with her camera than her own girl.” 

Those words definitely stung. You stared blankly down at your drink as you tried hard not to think about it too much as water pricked your eyes. Sally poured her own glass then glanced back up at you. 

“Look, I’m not trying to be a debbie downer or anything. I just think it’s fucked up that she’d just leave you here.” 

“She’s… She’s just very professional. She takes a lot of pride in her work.” You tried to explain, “Besides, she said we could go on a better date tomorrow.”

She raised a brow. “A bit too professional, don’t you think? How could she pass up a night with a gorgeous girl like you?”

There was a thick silence that hung in the room.Your vision grew fuzzy as more tears welled up in your eyes, though you were quick to wipe them away to appear like you had everything together. “Oh, my poor baby girl.” Sally cooed as her index finger lifted your chin. You could see that her own eyes were watering but you weren’t entirely sure what for. She offered you a soft grin that caused the skin on your cheeks to flush; it had been so long since you’d received this sort of affection from anyone. “Why don’t we have a drink, hm?”

You looked down at the glass skeptically. Was this a trap or something? 

“I’m not sure I should-”

“Oh come on, you were gonna go to the bar earlier anyway. What’s one little glass going to do?” 

She was right. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do with your night. Rather than waiting for her to pour you a glass, you simply took the bottle from her and screwed off the cap. Your lips pressed against the mouth as you quickly took a huge swig. 

“Straight to it.” Sally chuckled as she grabbed the liquor back from you, “What a good girl you are.” 

Your whole body felt warm. So warm that you couldn’t notice that damned blush on your face was becoming more apparent. It was probably just the effects of the alcohol and not the fact that her remark had been incredibly smooth. 

Nearly two hours had passed in which you both kept passing the bottle back and forth. Each swig from the bottle made you significantly more inebriated as you both talked about everything under the sun. You told Sally about your life, and in return she told you more about herself. You’d learned that she used to be a musician, that she had been dealing with a drug addiction for decades, and that she lived here at the hotel. She even made you crack a smile or two. 

There was so much alcohol in your system now that you were completely relaxed. It was as if Sally took every problem you ever had and melted it away with simple conversation. You had to admit, no one had ever made you feel this way before. Not even your own girlfriend. 

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked, your words slightly slurred. 

“Only if I can ask you one in return.” Sally replied with a sly grin. 

“That sounds like a fair trade.” “Then go right ahead, gorgeous.”

You took a deep breath as you tried to summon the right words. It might’ve been stupid, but you had a sneaking suspicion that there was something paranormal about this woman. You could’ve sworn you felt something deep in your gut telling you that it was true. The worst that could possibly happen was that she’d think you were crazy. “I’ve noticed that you’re rather unique.” You gulped, “This might sound stupid to ask, but uh, are… a-are you a-” Before you could finish your sentence, she cut you off completely. “Are you asking if I’m a ghost?” Your brows furrowed as your eyes widened slightly out of shock. It was as if she had taken the words right out of your mouth. The blonde chuckled to herself when she saw your reaction, then inhaled more smoke from her sixth cig of the night. “Yeah. I’m a ghost. Been dead for fucking years now.” She paused briefly, a fire in her eyes now. “Does that scare you?” So it was confirmed. Sally wasn’t alive… If you were honest, you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You’d seen enough of Billie’s work to know all of the signs but you didn’t figure you’d be the one that would have a run in with the dead. Shaking your head, you could feel yourself growing dizzy from this new information. You weren’t about to act like a wuss in front of her now. “Not at all.” You muttered maybe a little too quickly. Sally raised a brow at your response. “Do you believe me?” You shrugged. “I mean, you practically walked through the wall when I wasn’t looking. And you took me for a spin in the elevator earlier, which was a little eerie.” “So is that a yes?” “Yes… I believe you.” Sally looked rather pleased with you as she took back the bottle. “Good… You’re not a skeptic.” She took a swig and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I fucking hate skeptics.”

You simply just nodded along as you listened to her. If you were honest with yourself, you were still on the fence as if you actually believed her or if it was the alcohol getting to your head. You had been overthinking the matter so much that you had barely missed the other women speaking directly to you. “Shit- Sorry. What did you say?” You asked. 

“I said it’s my turn.”

“For what?”

“To ask you a question.” A mischievous grin appeared on her pretty pale lips. 

You gulped. It was just a question, and surely what she had to say wasn’t too terrible. 

“R-Right. Go right ahead, ask away.” 

Sally paused for a moment to fully pivot her body in your direction. She leaned forward a bit before asking, 

“Why do you stay with a woman who doesn’t give you the time or day?”

A much more loaded question than you were expecting. Instead of responding, you simply took the bottle from her lap and took a very long swig to avoid saying anything whatsoever. The blonde chuckled to herself as she watched you chug the liquor down. “We had a deal, Princess.” She sang out. There had definitely been a deal, and you needed to hold up your end of the bargain. 

“Billie does care about me. I promise… She’s just really busy.” You set the bottle back down before continuing, “She’s been waiting for months to get coverage on this place. There’s a reason she’s so preoccupied.” 

“I’m sure that’s what it is.” Sally scoffed. “I don’t mind, though. I’m just very happy that you like blondes.” She gave you a wink as she ashed her cigarette into the glass bottle. 

You were at a loss for words. No matter what you said, your new acquaintance never believed a word that you said despite explaining yourself over and over again. In a way, you felt completely defeated. You were defending a cause with not a lot of evidence to back you up. Sally could tell you were getting upset, for she got even closer and let out a whine of sympathy. 

“Awe, don’t pout. Here, I’ll make a bet with you.” She began, “If this Billie chick comes in here tonight and fucks you when she sees you in this number, then I’ll keep my distance and respect your relationship. But if she goes straight to bed?” She paused for a moment to discard her cigarette completely, “You have to come by my room and let me show you how pretty you are.”

The immediate flush upon your cheeks was enough for Sally to chuckle darkly to herself. You were sure you had never blushed this hard in your life. You couldn’t remember how long it had been since someone had flirted with you like this, let alone your own girlfriend. 

“U-Uh- I’m not so sure about that-” You stammered. 

“Let me put it this way; When will you ever get to tell someone that you got to make a bet with a ghost?” 

She had a fair point. Surely the drinks weren’t helping you to make any logical decisions. Your head felt like it was spinning as the words fell out of your mouth,

 “Fine. Sure, why not.” You were sure that the blonde was just bluffing, what harm was one little bet going to do? 

But oh how you would regret ever saying a damn words. 

“Good.” The next moment, Sally’s face was only an inch away from your own and those deep brown eyes were staring directly into yours. 

“How about you let me give you a sneak peek?” She whispered. 

Your breath caught in your throat. Her stare put you into a trance, though you did your best to stay grounded. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Mm, it’s only a kiss.” Her fingers reached out and danced upon your shoulder, “Maybe two.”

Before you knew it, you were paralyzed under her touch. Your eyes shut tight as if to try and wake yourself from some sort of dream, but as you did so, something hot pressed to the side of your neck. Her soft lips brushed against your skin, your heart beginning to beat rapidly in your chest. Her hand traveled up to caress your cheek and her forehead rested upon yours as you slowly opened your eyes. There was no denying there was a heated passion building inside you. 

“Come on, Princess. Let me taste those pretty lips of yours.” Her voice was so dark and inviting. You couldn’t help but swoon into her touch. 

“Sally…” You tried to protest, but you were finding it hard to resist. Your vision grew hazy the moment she captured your mouth into a tender kiss. 

You felt as if you should’ve been beating yourself up for not stopping her, but you craved the amount of affection she was offering you. After the first, she kissed you again with much more confidence. Her tongue slid against your bottom lip as if to beg for entrance. Your mouth opened with ease as she eagerly deepened the contact between you both, slowly but full of lust. A low groan escaped her which in turn caused you to whimper against her. You could tell how bad she wanted you, but more importantly, you were starting to realize how badly you wanted Sally.

You pulled away briefly to catch your breath though you managed to stay close. The other woman let out a soft laugh before practically moaning, “I could eat you up.” She bit her lower lip as her gaze studied your mouth and back up to your eyes. 

“I can’t imagine what your pussy tastes like.”

“Sally- jesus.” You hissed.

Thankfully, she rose from where she had been sitting before picking up the bottle of liquor and the two glasses she had originally come in with. Her hip was cocked out to the side as she watched your every move. 

“You just wait,” She said as she pointed toward you, “You’re gonna lose.” 

“I will not!” You rebutted. 

“We’ll see about that.” 

You moved to protest her words, but in the blink of an eye, she had completely vanished. The room had seemed to change as well for everything seemed much darker than a moment ago. The window revealed a black sky full of stars. How much time had passed? 

The faint sound of clicking heels echoed down the corridor outside your door. Billie. 

At least she was finished filming so you could forget this night had ever happened. You made sure to freshen up your hair and get into a position that looked inviting for your girlfriend to walk into, for you were sure you wouldn’t lose your end of the bet. Billie loved you, and that was a fact. She wouldn’t deny the chance to spend a sensual evening with you. 

The door swung open. In the doorway was Billie Dean, her posture slightly slouched as she flashed a winning, yet sleepy smile to you. 

“Hey, Honey. How was your night?” She asked, her voice groggy as ever. 

“It was fine.” You replied immediately. Your head was still woozy from all of the alcohol. “I missed you, though.”

Billie plopped down on the opposite end of the bed as she kicked off her heels. She shimmied out of her skirt, then worked at the buttons of her blouse to reveal her silk slip. You did your best to appear sexy but it was proving to be difficult when she wasn’t even paying attention to you. 

“I missed you too. I’m so exhausted, we spent hours wandering this place and didn’t find a damn thing.”

“That’s too bad.” 

“Yeah. We’ll try again in the morning.” Once she was situated for bedtime, Billie got under the covers next to you. She leaned over to press a soft peck to your cheek before turning around to turn off the lamp beside her. 

“Goodnight.”

“Wait, don’t you want to spend some time together?”

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so tired. Why don’t we grab breakfast in the morning? I promise I’ll make it up to you after I’ve had plenty of sleep.” 

“But-”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

She turned completely away from you and didn’t notice a damn thing. Not what you were wearing, or what you looked like, or how she had made you feel so lonely. Instead of fighting her on the matter, you sighed sadly to yourself. 

“Goodnight, Billie.” 

You turned off your own lamp before curling up under the blankets and faced where Billie’s back had turned. Tears stung your eyes once again, though you managed to stay completely silent to try and drift to sleep. You were nearly asleep when you felt a familiar sensation upon your neck; hot breathing and a soft pair of lips. A warm kiss was placed upon you as you heard Sally’s voice faintly whisper in your ear,

“I win.”

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Parent-Teacher Conference — Johnny Suh

Warnings: None...other than cuteness and Johnny’s kid

Contains: Y/N the preschool teacher and single dad!Johnny

Requested: no

Words: 1, 763

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I hum lightly, unlocking the door to my apartment and walking inside. I set my bag down by the door and immediately head into the kitchen to begin heating up some leftovers from the other night. As much as I would like to cook something tonight, I know I can’t. I’m only able to be home for an hour or two before I need to be back at the daycare that I work for. Tonight we’re holding parent-teacher conferences, so I’ll be busy for a several hours.

Quickly, I pull some leftover pizza out of the fridge and put it on a plate before heating it up. For the hour and a half that I’m home, I slowly eat my food and just scroll through different apps on my phone. About half an hour before I need to be at the daycare, I grab my laptop and put it into my bag. You see, I tend to keep small notes on each child that is in my class. Little things that the parents might want to know. Calmly, I sling my bag over my shoulder and head out the door again, locking it behind me.

Heading out to my car, I climb inside and set my bag in the passenger seat. I turn the radio to the classic rock channel and start making my way back to Little Ducklings Daycare. The ride is pretty uneventful and I’m able to get to the daycare fairly easily. When I walk inside, a few of the teachers wave at me before going back to their activities. I walk up to my room, the 3’s room, and unlock the door before heading inside. Once the door is open, I take out my laptop and set it on the table. I place my bag in the little cubby for my things and sit down at the table to wait patiently.

Before long, the door opens and, one by one, parents and their children come streaming into the room. The parent-teacher conferences are set for about 30-45 minutes, so I’m able to have a one-on-one with the parents. Some parents bring their child along, but other’s don’t bring their child so that they can fully focus on the conference. For the most part, everything seems to be going fairly well. Most of the students are very well-behaved, so I don’t have many problems to relate to the parents. Although, there are smaller incidences that are typical for 3-year-olds.

Around 6:30, the second-to-last set of parents leave the room. I sigh softly, resting my head against my hand. Thankfully, I only have one more conference to get through. As much as I love teaching, it can be very tiresome to have conferences like this. They’re definitely not my favorite part of the job. Across the room, I hear the door open for the last time tonight. “Alright, little man, let’s go,” someone chuckles kindly. I sit up calmly, training my eyes on the door and the family coming inside. Seconds later, a little boy named Henry hurries inside, followed by a tall man.

Excitedly, Henry hurries inside the room and smiles adorably at me. “Hi, Ms. Y/N!” He says, waving animatedly at me.

“Well, hello, Henry!” I giggle, stepping out from behind the table to greet him. When I look up, I meet the eyes of the man that entered with him. I feel a little surprised that the person I see is not usually the person picking up Henry. However, I brush it off and stand up, shaking the person’s hand. “Good evening, sir. Are you Henry’s father?” I ask as kindly as possible. The man nods his head once, shooting me the exact same smile at his son.

“Please, call me Johnny,” he says.

When I let go of Johnny’s hand, we all sit down in our seats. Henry situates himself on the little chair that I have for children and smiles up at me. I giggle lightly before training my eyes back on his father. Looking into his eyes, I begin talking about how Henry has been acting at daycare. Henry is one of our newer students that joined only a few months ago, so I say as much as I can about him. He seems to be a very sweet and energetic child who is keen on learning. He’s almost always the first to ask questions and he plays with a lot of the children in the room. “Henry is also one of the students who loves having music on. He will ask us to play music and then sing and dance, which usually gets the other children to join in,” I relate, smiling happily.

About halfway through the conference, I ask Henry if he’d like to play with some toys in the room. Excitedly, he jumps out of his seat and runs over to the blocks. For a few seconds, both Johnny and I watch him before turning back to the conference. “There is one thing I would like to ask, though. You said you’re Henry’s father, correct?” I ask. Johnny nods his head lightly. “Then, who is the man who usually picks him up?” To be honest, I had assumed that man was his father. However, looking between Johnny and Henry, there’s no denying that they are father and son. Henry is almost a carbon copy of his father. Johnny chuckles lightly, a half smile playing at his lips.

“The person who usually picks him up is a driver for the company that I work for. To put it simply, my schedule doesn’t really allow for me to drop him off or pick him up. I’m usually already working by the time he shows up, and I’m still working when he leaves. Although, I try to spend as much time with him as I can after work,” Johnny explains softly. I nod my head lightly, adding this to my mental notes.

“Can I ask your job? If you’d rather not tell me, that’s alright. Just...curious,” I smile softly. Johnny chuckles again.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m an idol,” he states calmly.

As soon as this statement leaves his lips, everything seems to make sense. Especially Henry’s love for music and dance. “An idol. That...does explain a lot,” I chuckle. Johnny shrugs his shoulders, smiling softly.

“Yeah, it’s...interesting. Henry loves sitting in on our practices, and the members of my group just adore him. That’s usually where he is before and after daycare, at practice with me.” Johnny flashes another sweet smile and I’m again reminded of how much his son looks like him.

“Just one more question,” I say calmly, “Does, Henry have a mother?” At this, Johnny’s smile drops and he sighs, shaking his head.

“Afraid not. His mother and I only had a short fling going on because, again, my schedule doesn’t always allow for full relationships. When we found out she was pregnant, she immediately said that she didn’t want the child. However, she was so against abortions that she couldn’t bring herself to do it. We came to an agreement that she would give birth to him, but I would take full custody. If she ever wanted to meet him or get to know him, all she had to do was ask me. She, um...she hasn’t talked to me since,” Johnny explains, rubbing at the back of his neck.

When Johnny finishes explaining, I look back at Henry again. He’s still playing happily with the blocks, building something very tall and stacking the blocks on top of each other. I turn back to Johnny, frowning slightly. “I’m very sorry to hear that, Johnny,” I say sympathetically. He sighs, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

“I do what I can. It’s not ideal, but she decided that she didn’t want to be in his life, so I can’t do anything about that. He asks about her sometimes and I don’t lie to him, but...I haven’t exactly told him *why* she isn’t around,” he explains. I nod my head lightly, smiling softly at him.

“Your secret is safe with me,” I say. Johnny flashes another bright smile, laughing lightly.

“Thank you very much.”

After this, I open the discussion to any questions that Johnny may have. Johnny shakes his head lightly, starting to stand up. “None that I can think of,” he hums. When Henry sees us standing up, he hurries back over, but Johnny stops him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at Henry. Henry stands there for a few seconds, before looking back at the collection blocks and flashing a sweet smile.

“Sowwy, daddy,” Henry giggles, running back over and starting to put the blocks away.

While Henry works, Johnny shoots me a glance. “Although...there is one question that I have,” he says, smiling to himself. I turn to him, smiling softly.

“Mhm?” I hum happily. Johnny looks me up and down, then looks into my eyes again.

“I know it’s just the first time I’ve met you, but Henry talks about you a lot. And, I know it’s very personal, but...are you single?” He asks. Immediately, I feel my face warm up and I giggle, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Umm...yes. I am single,” I giggle, looking up at him again. Johnny smiles softly, nodding his head.

“Would you...like to meet up some time? Just to talk more about Henry, of course,” he jokes. I giggle again and nod my head lightly.

“I would like that, Johnny. Though...we could definitely talk about more than just Henry,” I remind him. He laughs lightly, another bright smile lighting up his face.

“Would...Friday be alright? I think I can get off work a little earlier and I could ask one of my members to watch Henry for a few hours,” Johnny suggests.

“It’s a date,” I giggle, nodding my head once.

When Henry’s done with putting away the blocks, he runs back over to us. Johnny kneels down and Henry jumps into his arms, giggling loudly. Johnny laughs with him and stands up to his full height again. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Ms. Y/N. Say ‘bye’, Hen,” Johnny chuckles. Henry smiles brightly and waves at me.

“Bye!” He says loudly. I giggle and wave goodbye at him. Just before Johnny leaves the room, he flashes me another bright smile.

“See you Friday,” he mouths before dropping a wink and leaving the room. Once they’re out of sight, I start giggling loudly and hide my face in my hands. Wow...that was not how I thought parent-teacher conferences would go.

[pink-imagines]

match making

request: hi!! ur works r my life at the moment *~* and i wanted to ask and request a fic or hcs of the class 1A trying to set up Shouta with UA Teacher!S/O without knowing that they’re already secretly married to each other but kept it private bc of pro hero stuff uwu,, what would the children’s reactions to having a momzawa omg😭 (thank u if u ever do this 🥺💗wish u goodluck on everything and keep smiling!!)

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The whole week you had been feeling watched, as if someone was following you around. It only happened at UA, where you worked as a teacher, and mostly when you were around your husband, Shota. Of course you had tried to tell him this but he brushed it off as you were probably just feeling people looking at you, UA was safe afterall. You knew that he told you this to not only reassure you but himself too. Even so, you couldn’t shake the feeling so you had to figure out what was happening. This is how you found out that a few students from Shota’s class, class 1A were spying on you.

You were making coffee in the teachers lounge when you saw pink fluffy hair disappear from the window of the door into the room. It wasn’t a big window so you couldn’t see the entire person, but that didn’t stop you from knowing who it was. You took your sweet time drinking your cup of coffee and of course talking to the other teachers in the room, spending a bit more time around your husband. You had your suspisions, you just had to figure out if it was true.  When you eventually did go out the door you only took a few steps before stopping, making sure that you heard the door close behind you. “You kids really shouldn’t spy on your teachers.”, you said and turned around to meet the students in 1A. They apologiesed prefusily, making you break your “tough teacher” act and start laughing. Your students looked at you with confusion in their eyes. “It’s fine, tell me what you’ve been doing spying on me instead of apologiesing.”, you grinned. “We’re kind of playing matchmakers.”, Ashido explained. “Really now?”, you were amused to say the least, “Have you found a match for me then?” “We’ve seen you talk to Mr. Aizawa a lot, so we were thinking that he liked you-”, Denki started but was quickly stopped by Uraraka who slapped his arm gently. “Don’t tell her!”, she hissed. Was it mean to play around with them? Yes, but you hadn’t had this fun in a while. “What? He’s even been walking her home! It should be obvious enough for her...”, Denki brushed over the spot, where Uraraka had hit him, with his hand. “I have been noticing that actually...”, you nodded, “... I’ll give you permission to keep playing your matchmaking game, if I may ask why you started doing it?” “Mr. Aizawa just seems lonely, so we thought we should match him up with someone.”, Kirishima said confidently and shrugged. “You can’t talk like that about your teacher!”, Uraraka scolded again. “Alright then, good luck.”, you chuckled and walked away as they kept bickering. At least they didn’t match your husband with somebody else.

The next day when you were getting dressed Shota walked up beind you. “You’re in a good mood.”, he commented and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I guess it’s just a good day.”, you grinned and looked up at him. “Hmm... I have a feeling you’re up to something...”, he said tiredly and drank the rest of his coffee, “... don’t get me involved in it.” “I’ll try.”, you giggled.

Most people didn’t know you were married, it wasn’t something you told everyone. You barely wore your wedding ring or engagement ring since your line of work could make you loose them. It wasn’t a smart idea to announce to the world that two pro heroes were married anyways, because that could lead to some sort of blackmailing or even kidnapping. You were fine with staying silent about it though, you didn’t need Shota to proclaim his love for you to the world to understand that he loved you... but messing around with your students is something that you simply had to do.

In the middle of the day you heard some other teachers saying that a few papers had to be delivered to Shota’s classroom, where he was currently holding a lecture with 1A, and of course you took this opportunity to screw around a bit. When you reached the classroom you knocked before walking in. You put on a bright smile and showed Shota the papers in your hands.  “They just wanted to bring these over to you.”, you said and handed over the papers. “Thank you.”, he gave you a soft smile. When he took the papers his hands lingered a second longer on your hands than they should have. Obviously everyone who had been spying on the two of you noticed this interaction, and you heard a few whispers. “Sorry for disturbing your lectures.”, you bowed quickly before giving them a smile aswell, “I’ll be seeing you in a few hours then, hope everyone has done their homework!”, with that you walked out, knowing fully well that Shota was looking at you when you walked out. Your plan had worked flawlessly.

After you last lecture of the day, with class 1A, a few students walked up to you. “Any questions about today’s lesson?”, you asked as you started erasing what was on the board. “... we just wanted to know if you knew where Mr. Aizawa are.”, they snickered amoungst themselves. “Why would I know that?”, you asked as if you didn’t know his entire schedule by heart. “Well, we thought since you usually walk home together-” “Oh, right. He’s probably in the teacher’s lounge. But if there’s anything you need to ask and you can’t find him I’ll be around until a bit later. I’m helping out at extra studies, which I hope you know where it is.”, you explained calmly. “Thank you, miss!”, they said goodbye before hurrying out the door.

As you were walking towards the classroom, where you’d be helping a few students, you got a call from Shota. “Hello, love!”, you said happily as you answered. “You don’t happen to know why my students have been asking about you all day?”, he sighed, “They’re outside the lounge now too.” “No, I have no idea.”, you lied. “Are you lying..?”, he asked since it was probably evident in your voice that you were. “Why would I?”, you giggled, “I have to get to my class now, you should go take care of your students. Bye!” “Y/N, wait-”, you hung up before he could say anything else.

When your class was over you walked out to the entrance to the school and waited for Shota there. He came eventually, followed by a train of students whom all tried to hide as soon as they saw that you were there. “Had a good day?”, you asked innocently as he walked up to you. “I told you not to get me involved in your little game.”, he sighed, but still had a smile on his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”, you smiled playfully and looked over his shoulder, “Does your students always follow you around?” “They think that I have a crush on you...”, he sighed, “... and they won’t listen to me when I try to explain.” “You don’t have a crush on me?”, you tilted your head to the side and grinned. “Y/N...”, he said in a warning tone. “I’m sorry.”, you laughed, “They wanted to play matchmaker, and thought we were such a wonderful pair.” “So that’s why they’ve been bothering me.”, he looked back at his students but you quickly turned him back around to face you. “To be fair, I never told them that we weren’t already dating... I just told them they’re allowed to play their game.”, you shrugged. “You’re really trying to make my life even more hard than it has to be.”, he sighed. “I’m trying to make it more fun.”, you corrected him, “Let’s go home and I’ll give you a massage.” “Sounds great.”, he nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You heard gasps around the corner and looked towards the 1A students. Some were in shock, some were celebrating and some of them were paying each other bet money.

The next day you decided to for once wear your wedding ring, it was supposed to be a calm day for you after all, and since the 1A students saw what happened yesterday then it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. That’s what you thought, at least.

At the end of the day you waited outside Shota’s classroom so that you could walk home together. When the students started walking out they waved at you, and you waved back with your left hand since you were holding a few books in the other. Of course you didn’t take note to some of their shocked faces as they saw your ring, you were just trying to get to Shota. When all the students were gone you waltzed right in to your favorite teacher at UA. He gave you a warm smile, as well as he could seeing as he was extremely tired. “Ready to walk home?”, you asked. “Yeah, just let me gather up my stuff.”, he muttered out. You heard shuffling and whispers outside the classroom door but didn’t think much of it. Instead you happily walked out the door beside Shota, but were stopped by the students of 1A. “What’s up? Got questions about the test next week?”, Shota asked tiredly. “No... we actually just wanted to say sorry to Mrs. Y/L/N.”, you raised your eyebrows in surprise at their apology, “We didn’t realize that you were married, and it probably put you in an uncomfortable situation.” “It’s fine!”, you assured them, “I didn’t mind it!” “And Mr. Aizawa, you shouldn’t act like you do to a lady that’s married.”, Kirishima added, though the others tried to stop him, “It’s not manly.” “Excuse me?”, Shota’s brow twitched in annoyance, “She’s my wife.” You broke out in laughter at their shocked faces as the students stared at Shota with a hint of fear in their eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry...”, you said as you tried your best to calm down, “I thought you would’ve realized from yesterday!” “You should’ve just told them immediately, then we wouldn’t have to deal with this stupid problem.”, Shota pinched the bridge of his nose. “C’mon, darling... I was just playing around a bit.”, you grinned, “I am sorry though.”, you turned to the students, “I should’ve made it more clear.” “No, no, no! We shouldn’t have assumed! We’re sorry!” “Let’s go home...”, Shota sighed and started walking. “I’ll see you all tomorrow, okay?”, you said before hurrying after your husband, “Don’t forget the homework!”

The following weeks you experienced the fastest change you’ve ever seen. Suddenly you were like a second mentor for class 1A, and whenever they had a problem with Shota they went to you. It was very sweet, even if Shota was now a bit more annoyed with the situation... but it did make you think about something.

You were walking around your home, just looking at things for no appearant reason. When you got to the livingroom you saw Shota sitting on the couch with a book that he was using to cover his eyes from the light rather than reading it. You kept looking around, which clearly disrupted Shota’s attempt at resting. “Are you looking for something, sweetheart?”, he put the book down on the table next to him so that he could look at you. “No... I was just thinking about something.”, you said in a spaced out tone. “Wanna tell me about it then?” You walked around to sit down on the couch next to him, still looking around. Shota took a sip of his, probably room tempatured coffee, and you took a long look at him. “Do you want kids?”, you asked, making Shota spit out his coffee.

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