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No One Told Me (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

A/N: SO wow I actually wrote something and it’s with a new character! I don’t think I’ve ever said it here, but I love musicals a lot. I was also blessed enough to go to New York for a weekend trip with my friends to see a preview of Be More Chill, so I am INSPIRED. I’ve also been having a shitty week and this is my form of escapism so... I’m not promising a comeback but I might be writing more soon! Anyway, I needed to vent my frustration, but I also wanted to give my boy Jared some love. I wanted to explore the awkwardness and emotions of a first kiss, so there isn’t really a lot of Jared’s character shining through here hahaha...

Word Count: 407 words

No one told you your first kiss wasn’t going to be perfect.

No one said, ‘hey, it’s not going to be like the ones you see in movies’.

No one told you you should wear your contacts because his glasses would awkwardly bump against your own. Causing stutters between kisses, creating pressures when the nose pads pressed into the bridge of your nose.

No one told you that it was going to taste salty, because he was crying. That it wasn’t going to be this huge romantic gesture, just some spontaneous action spurred by someone’s emotional vulnerability.

Because Evan, poor, sweet Evan Hansen was so caught up claiming his own happiness that he didn’t see the collateral damage he left behind.

No one taught you how to actually kiss someone. Where to rest your hands, how to move your mouth, in what way are your bodies supposed to fit together? And breathing? When do you breath?

No one said that your timid movements would mirror his own. That the boastful Jared Kleinman would cautiously place his hands at your waist, too scared to move them somewhere else. That he would be just as nervous as you.

No one said that kissing someone you love could be so addicting, that it wasn’t going to stop at the first kiss. That it was a learning process the two of you would journey together. As his grip became firmer, pulling you closely as if you were about to disappear into thin air. As bodies became more comfortable against one another, as hands found their way to a more comfortable position, as lips became more familiar with each other. As the words “I love you” would start to slip out between each kiss.

So this is love.

No one told you how awkward you would feel once you finally… stopped. That you wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye. That every word that tried to come out after would catch on its way out, resulting in complete awkward silence.

No one warned you that you would have hold him, stop him from running away because he thought you regretted it. That you would spill your heart out to him then and there. That afterwards, he would kiss you again, and again because yes, this is love.

No one told you that your first kiss wasn’t going to be perfect.

But they also forgot to mention how perfect it was.

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Do you still do requests?? I love your Cisco RamonxReader fics

Yes! I haven’t been as active on tumblr this past year but I’m definitely always open. I’m starting to get back into writing too so I’m v open to any requests you have to help me get back into writing!

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Also I’ve just noticed that there are a bunch of asks in my inbox that I was never notified of, I’m so sorry if you guys are still around I’ll definitely write those.

It’s been a while

I’m in college and recently I’ve been reabsorbed into the x reader genre for these wonderful characters and more. It’s been a really stressful time recently and I might get back into writing if I can, these self insert fanfics are my guilty pleasure and they really help me ease my anxieties sometimes

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It’s been a while

I’m in college and recently I’ve been reabsorbed into the x reader genre for these wonderful characters and more. It’s been a really stressful time recently and I might get back into writing if I can, these self insert fanfics are my guilty pleasure and they really help me ease my anxieties sometimes

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Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer

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Love Letter (Lucas Thomas x MC)

A/N: this is a really freeform thing, I haven’t actually caught up to ilitw (I probably won’t for a while because I don’t want to be tempted to spend money and I deleted the app) but I really love Lucas so here is my kinda poem/monologue I think Lucas would give the MC. Because I don’t have an in-depth knowledge of the plot I’m sorry if any details are off.

This is something I’m sketching out but I might not finish so I thought I would write it down and post it here just in case. Also keep an eye out for any Andy Kang and Lucas fics in the future because I am invested in these characters. Also part way through writing this I wanted to tie it to the most recent chapter and now I’m sad.

‘Hey did you know, I guess this is a bit awkward for me to admit but...

I was watching you.

After everything, after Jane, after we all sorta drifted apart, I could never stop myself from glancing in your direction.

You started to hide yourself. To hold back a little more than before, I used to think that it was just a part of growing up. Now I think it’s because you were afraid of bringing harm to anyone else.

But there was still some of the old you there. Yeah, you were more reserved, but it was still you.

I watched and admired how you could be the supporting pillar that everyone needed. At least to the few of us who still hung around you.

I guess that a lot of the group would say I did that too. And I could see why they would say that. But I... well you know all about my own little problem. On the surface I look fine but I’m barely holding myself together underneath. I don’t mean to be presumptuous but I think I can relate the most to what you must be feeling.

Despite everything you’ve been through you still lend an ear to a friend, a shoulder to cry on. You are still able to lend yourself so selflessly to your friends. As I watched you grow and change, that was something I noticed about you that still held strong.

I used to think that it was just admiration I held for you.

How could I have been so blind?

Do you remember when you helped me prepare for that interview? It was the first time we spoke- really truly spoke to each other- in who knows how many years. That time you helped me calm down was probably the first time I thought that I could really fall in love with you.

There was no hope for me after that. I was yours from that moment on.

I would have done anything for you if you asked. I still would. But you rarely asked.

You still held that weight of the world on your shoulders. Mr. Red’s sudden return- or rather Jane’s I should say- didn’t make things any better either.

_____, I love you.

This is not a declaration made from desperation. This is not me scrawling out some impulse emotion because my adrenaline is running high. I firmly believe that this has been years in the making, from the moment I met you to the moment I saw you in your Homecoming dress.

I saw Noah.

I asked him about you but he would respond to me at first. It took some time before he finally told everyone what had happened.

I almost punched him.

I was confused, angry. Why did you do that? Again you selflessly gave yourself up to help your friends. But this time it was too much. You gave too much and now you’re gone. We survived but how are we supposed to go on like this?

It hasn’t even been that long since we’ve reconnected as friends. Our relationship even shorter lived. I know you did what you did to help everyone and make everything better, but I wish you had been a little bit more selfish.

Is it bad of me to wish you hadn’t done that? So I could have held you, touched you, heard the way you say my name one more time? I don’t know how we can just move on from this. I mean everyone is struggling, not just me. But I’ll live on, if only for you.

I miss you.

I love you.

Forever yours,

Lucas Thomas’

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Drunken Hookups (Rafael Barba x Reader)

A/N: Hey did you miss me? I started college and I’ve been really busy but I wanted to write again for this blog. I don’t think I will be able to post as often as I did when I was starting out because I was on break then, but don’t worry! I plan on posting more. At least, that’s the plan.

Word Count: 2,018 words

ADA Rafael Barba did not do hookups, it just wasn’t in his nature. Sure in the past he had the occasional one night stand, but that was in the past, when he was young. He was never one to mess around, even in his youth, collecting the proverbial “notches in his belt”. No, no that wasn’t Rafael Barba, he acted after considering the options, collecting his thoughts and looking the at all the facts presented to him. Impulse was not something he acted on often.

Yet as memories of last night flooded his memory, impulse was the one word that came to mind. The newest addition of the Special Victims Unit, a young and ambitious detective whom Barba thought viewed the world too optimistically for the job you had. His hand brushed against a tender spot on his neck, a gift you so generously gave him no doubt. There was no mistaking the sleeping figure next to him, Thankfully, you were still asleep, giving Rafael some time to collect his thoughts as more memories of the previous night slowly came back to him.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as your back collided with the door, you couldn’t even wait until you got through the door to start your assault on the older lawyer. It took a while before he could unlock the door, and when he did the two of you burst through the door like a pair of hormonal teenagers or a newlywed couple.

“Mr. Barba,” you moaned out. You made quick work of removing your coat after you escaped the cold, and being able to feel him touching you made the whole thing that much more real. Rafael Barba was by no means a soft lover, there was no delicacy in his touch, he did not treat you like you were made out of glass. His touch was firm, but not bruising.

“‘Mr. Barba’?” He questioned, “please don’t tell me you still can’t get over office formalities in this situation of all things. Or is this some weird roleplay kink you have? No, don’t tell me, I’d rather not know,” despite his apparent protests, he made no indication of wanting to stop. So even if it was some weird roleplaying kink (which it wasn’t, but if it was) he couldn’t have been that bothered by it.

“Oh, I do not need your sass right now,” you rolled your eyes. You wrapped your legs around him and cupped his face, pulling him in for one more kiss before he carried you off to the bedroom.

His own actions surprised him. Quite honestly, Rafael couldn’t remember the last time he had acted so impulsively. Though he couldn’t say that this was a completely unprecedented move either.

You were… different. Not to say that there was something about you that stood out from every other woman he’s ever met. No one was completely unique, nor did everyone meld together into an amalgamate except for a select few. You were young and optimistic to a fault, you sassed him almost immediately after any snide comments or remarks on his part. You were outstanding, to be sure, but Rafael would be lying if he said that you were the first of your kind he had come across. You wouldn’t be the last either, but you were the one he had fallen in love with.

Yes, love. Just when he thought that he was getting too old, you had rolled into his life. And into his bed, though if memory served he was the one that pushed you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rafael asked, once again slowing down before he could get to your underwear. He had been drinking, yes, but that didn’t mean he was inebriated enough to forget to ask for your consent. Nothing was strong enough to wash away some of the horrors he had seen, crimes he had prosecuted.

That didn’t keep him from impatiently playing with the hem of your underwear, though.

“Yes,” you laughed, “you’ve only asked me every thirty seconds. I haven’t nearly had enough to drink as you have. Trust me, I want this. I’m only worried that you might be the one waking up with a hangover and regret.”

“Mi reina,” Rafael chuckled, pulling down your underwear tantalizingly slow, “I could never regret you.”

Rafael Barba could say with certainty that he did not regret the actions of last night. He only struggled with the fact that if you wanted to pursue this- whatever this was- any further, there would be a lot of tiptoeing around. He has done so much to avoid scandal, and he wasn’t sure being involved with a member of the detective squad he worked closely with on cases would help.

Not to mention he was over fifteen years your senior.

“Barba?”

Rafael was pulled away from his thoughts by the sound of your voice calling him. It seems like you have finally awakened.

“Oh good, you’re up. We need to talk.”

--

You were starting to feel like you were sitting in the principal’s office rather than across the table of the man you just spent the night with. Personally, you thought the previous night had gone strikingly well.

So why did it feel like you were about to get scolded?

“Was I that bad?” You gave your poor attempt at trying to alleviate some of the tension hanging in the air.

“No,” Rafael rolled his eyes. It seems that was all you would get out of the ADA about his satisfaction from last night, “please be a little more serious.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you set the coffee down, “what did you want to talk about?” As if there was anything else to talk about.

You swear to god if he pulls out a case file from somewhere and starts discussing work with you- right now of all times- you would slap him. Your affections towards this man would only go so far.

“About last night-”

“Oh, so this is about last night.” That was somewhat of a relief. But if he was talking about last night- which again, you thought went wonderfully- why did he look so stern.

“Yes- what are you talking about- of course this is about last night. Listen, _____, I- my god, I can’t believe I’m saying this- I had a wonderful time last night,” even during the first thing in the morning, he spoke so quickly like he was having a million thoughts per minute.

“I’m glad to hear that. I also,” you smiled, foot stretching under the table to tenderly stroke his leg, “had a good time last night.”

“Wh- hey- whoa. Stop- stop it,” a giggle escaped your lips as you saw the usually serious and professional Rafael Barba become flustered by a foot, “put that foot down.”

Rafael sure liked to take his sweet old time with foreplay. Emphasis on the sweet. He was currently kissing his way up your leg. His almost tortuously slow pace caused you to groan, you enjoyed teasing but this was almost too much.

“My, my, Mr. Barba, is that a body worshipping kink I see?” You tried to egg him on, anything to get him to speed things up, though the only thing you earned from that was a glare from the lawyer.

“_____, please, now is not the time for your regular teasing antics,” Rafael stopped his actions, earning him a needy whine from you.

“No? I think now is exactly the time for my teasing antics, especially since someone seems to want to take their damn time right now,” you rolled your eyes, “I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Barba, but you’re being torturously slow right now.”

“Forgive me, I… suppose I’ve just been savoring the moment,” Rafael loosened his tie, “I never dared to dream that- no… nevermind. If you wanted more, _____, all you had to do was ask.” And with that he pulled you in for another kiss, more feverous than his previous actions.

“_____, I’m being serious here,” Rafael cleared his throat, tugging you away from memory lane, “I don’t usually do things like last night- rather I haven’t done anything like last night since my university days.”

“Well, I must be special then,” you gave him an odd look, “Mr. Barba, what are you getting at here?”

“You are special. What I mean to say here is, I enjoy your company very much and throughout the time we have been working together, I have grown very fond of you… If last night was any indication, I would like to think that you are fond of me as well.” He wouldn’t meet your gaze when he said that last part, were your eyes deceiving you or was Rafael Barba embarrassed?

“Wow, I guess spending so much time around detectives must have rubbed off on you. Nice detective work there counselor, you’re right I am “fond” of you,” not the exact wording you would use but yes you really enjoyed spending time with Rafael too.

Rafael scoffed, “please, don’t patronize me, I’ve been an excellent deductor since before the SVU. That’s beside the point, ______, I wouldn’t be opposed to pursuing whatever this could be, but I put my job first. Would you be able to promise me that our relationship wouldn’t hinder us working together?”

“Mr. Barba, when have I ever been anything but professional around you? I mean look at me now, I’m still calling you Mr. Barba even after everything that happens,” how cruel of you, to tease him like that. Yes, you always called him Mr. Barba, but after last night, the name held such a different weight to it than before. You couldn’t help but say it in a teasing tone.

You expected some sort of retort from him, but Rafael said nothing. instead he reached across the table to grasp your hand. Stroking the back of your hand with his thumb he finally spoke, “this is difficult for me,” he told you in a soft voice, “it has been a while since I have felt like this with anyone. If only we didn’t work together, things would be so much easier…”

He held your hand tenderly, as if you would suddenly disappear from him and he would awake to find that it had all been a dream, “I know… I don’t think you know how much I’ve wanted this, but if you think it’ll be too hard then-”

“I never said I was backing down,” Rafael cut you off, “yes it would be easier if we didn’t work together, and yes it would be easier if we let last night stay as a one night occurrence, however,” and when he looked at you you saw that familiar glint in his eye. The one you sometimes caught a glimpse of when you thought the case had been all but lost, “since when has anything in my life been easy? Mi reina, I want to know you as more than a colleague and a friend. If you will have me, I think we could make this work.”

He kissed the top of your hand, and you swore that if he hadn’t been holding onto you in that moment, the earth would have swallowed you then and there. It was your turn to be afraid that any second you would awake to the real world and find that everything had just been a dream.

You waited, but that moment never came.

This was real.

Heat flushed your cheeks, suddenly you were shy. All the teasing you’d done shrunk away and you barely found the courage to speak. Yes, you knew from the moment you met him that he would be a hard man to love, but what was the saying? ‘The harder you work for something, the greater you feel when you achieve it’? You glanced at Rafael, he was watching you intensely, he didn’t dare breathe until he got your answer. A smile spread across your face, and you spoke the one word he needed to hear, the only word you needed to tell him right now;

“Yes.”

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Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Female Reader

Prompt:  Late night thought I had about Rafael accidentally proposing during sex

Word Count: 762 (really short one shot that should almost be considered a drabble)

Requested by: My damn self

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Affection

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Sleep may be the only thing on your mind, but it isn’t on Spencer’s.

Word count: 712

Warnings: Smut kinda? Definitely allusions to sex and female anatomy but no pronouns.

There’s no way of really knowing what time it is — but judging by the soft glow of streetlights coming through the open window of Spencer’s bedroom and the silence of the city street below, you can only guess that it’s breaching the early hours of the morning.

The heaviness of your eyelids threatening to close is much lighter than the comforting weight of Spencer laying halfway on top of you. His head resting gently on your chest, an arm draped lazily around your waist, and you’re relishing the feeling of having him back in the same bed as you.

In delicate, rhythmic motions you trail your fingertips from the base of Spencer’s curls up through the locks resting on the back of his head, drawing a low hum of affection from his parted lips.

“Does that feel good?”

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Too Good to Touch (Spencer Reid)

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Well, I did it. Finished my first Spencer Reid piece. This is based off Reasons Not to Kiss Her, a poem which you can read here. I recommend reading the poem before reading this because it may make more sense that way.  

This is different than anything I’ve written before. It came from a personal place, and it’s also pretty self-indulgent at times. 

Spoilers of basically every bad thing that has happened to Spencer during all 13 seasons, so watch out! And a thank you to @of-salt-and-moon @moresvuheadcanons @ventixx and @am-i-right-counselor for their help! Enjoy!

She is soft. Spencer knew this the moment he met her, that day all those years ago when she quite literally ran into him outside of a coffee shop one morning. She was rushing to get to work and she was trying to balance her full cup of coffee in one hand, her phone in the other while trying to adjust her purse strap on her shoulder and had not noticed the man in front of her. In her defense, he also wasn’t paying attention. He was too caught up in his latest case that he didn’t see her coming.

She immediately begins apologizing after they collide. Luckily the coffee didn’t spill on either of them, as most of it hit the sidewalk apart from a few specks that landed on Spencer’s shoes. He insisted that it was fine, and allowed himself to look up for the first time since their meeting to see her face. He was so caught off guard he almost didn’t register her question.

“Can I buy your morning coffee?” Her face is expectant and her voice soft and silvery, and he soon realizes that he should answer before he looks foolish. He shakes his head no, tells her that it’s fine.

She continues, “Please? I’m going back in anyway, I’ll just be right behind you in line. I can’t function without coffee.”

She ends her statement with a loud laugh and Spencer swears he has never heard anything so lovely come out of someone’s mouth. So he agrees, and she smiles, and when she extends her hand Spencer can’t help but take it.

Spencer remembers that day perfectly, but he can’t let himself act on his feelings. She is soft, and so is he, but the world is too harsh, too mean. He has seen what the world can do to a person. It can cut them up until they are no longer themselves, and he cannot stand to see that happen to her.

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Writing Prompts 2.0

So I’m doing this again because my phone is broken and I’ve lost all the progress I’ve made on A Winchester (3). So send in a character and number and I’ll write a drabble. 

1. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?” 2. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”  3. “I’m not happy here.”  4. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”  5. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.”  6. “You’re hiding something from me.” 7. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”  8. “I want my best friend back.” 9.  “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.” 10. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”  11. “A wedding?” 12. “I just want to be alone right now.”  13. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!” 14. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?”  15. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!” 16. “I thought you were a dream come true.”  17. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” 18. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.” 19. “I made a mistake.”  20. “H-How long have you been standing there?”  21. “You can’t break my heart like this!” 22. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”  23. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”  24. “I’ve moved on.”  25. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”  26. “Run, and don’t ever look back.”  27. “The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods.” 28. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”  29. “Please, don’t give up on me.”  30. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care?” 31. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.” 32. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!” 33. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.” 34. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” 35. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” 36. “i;m tired of being your secret.” 37. “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly it seems quite dangerous.” 38. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” 39. “Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.” 40."Who gave you that black eye?!” 41. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?” 42. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!” 43. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!” 44. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” 45. “Are you drunk?” 46. "I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes” 47. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” 48. “It’s OK baby, I’m here for you.”  49. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now. 50. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.” 51. “My parents asked about you.” 52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!” 53. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” 54. “Do you need me to get anything from the store?” 55. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.” 56. “You’re hurting me, let me go.”  57. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.” 58. “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” 59. “Don’t say you love me.” 60. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

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Hey!

Sorry I haven’t been posting anything, but I started college (well my first class is tomorrow) and I’m super anxious and busy right now. I’ll definitely find the time to try and write some, cause it’ll probably help me to do something familiar, but right now I don’t think I really have the energy to finish the fics I’ve been working on. For those of you who sent in requests, I am so sorry for the wait, and I will be working on those first! (Leonard Snart is popular right now, I have a couple requests for him)

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Gif is mine

Having sex with torres but you taking over?

Requested by Anon~

Nick gave a gentle rock of his hips, outright grinning when you let out a small moan in his ear. That sound was easily one of his favourites, and it was amazing how easy it was to prompt one out of you.

Pressing a hot kiss to your neck, Nick went to roll his hips again, eager to hear more. But he wasn’t expecting your legs to warp around his hips, nor your hands pushing at his shoulders, making the agent twist sideways down onto the bed.

You easily pinned Nick down, now straddling his waist. He couldn’t keep back the smirk he wore, seeing you grinning from above. “You want to be on top this time, baby?” He lightly teased. “All you had to do was ask.”

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Could you do a Leonard snart x reader? Where the reader is a dancer and they role play the scene from dirty dancing when the song "love is strange" is playing please?? Also I love you!

heyyy sorry I took so long, but I posted it! It’s titled “Dirty Dancing”. Hope you like it!

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Dirty Dancing (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Request: Could you do a Leonard snart x reader? Where the reader is a dancer and they role play the scene from dirty dancing when the song "love is strange" is playing please?? Also I love you!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like this, I kinda struggled with this, also after coming back from my trip I’ve started and not finished about 4 fics, I’m in a bit of a writing rut. I do have two more requests (one started, one not) and two works in progress that I just wanted to write out.

Word Count: 1,106 words

“When I invited you to dance, I didn't mean that as an invitation for your hands to roam, Len,” you slapped his hands away for the upteenth time as Leonard Snart casually let his hand slip lower down your back. Though your dance days were long over, you still had the technique and thought it'd be fun to try and teach your boyfriend.

“When you invited me out to STAR Labs at four in the morning, I expected a different sort of fun,” Leonard smirked, pulling your body against his. He tried to press a kiss against your jaw, but you quickly moved out of his grasp.

“You’re invading my dance space. This,” you gestured in the area around you, “is my dance space, and that’s your’s,” you gestured around him. Grabbing his hands you gave him a pointed look, “let’s cha-cha.”

To your surprise, Leonard followed along. The two of you danced around the floors of the Cortex, you looked up at your boyfriend with amused eyes. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, it was a bit hard keeping in touch when your boyfriend was a wanted criminal. Barry’s little deal with him helped, but you both had jobs that kept you on your toes, you couldn’t just see each other whenever you wanted to.

That’s what made this moment so special. A private moment for the two of you to spend some quality time together.

Leonard released your hands and you instinctively reached for his shoulders. Allowing him to pull you close again, you laughed when he started trailing down your body. You cupped his face and guided him back up on his feet.

“Now where are you going?” You questioned with a playful brow raised.

“Don’t tease me, doll, you know how much I’ve missed you,” Leonard huffed. He tried to look annoyed at you, but you could tell by the glint in his eye that he was having a fun time too.

You didn’t say anything, just rolled your eyes and cha-cha’d away towards the main hub in the Cortex. There was a soft ‘thump’ in the background, which you assumed to be Leonard, but you just continued to cha-cha until Leonard’s voice cut through your little jam.

“_____,” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yes, Lenny?” You looked back to see Leonard lazing on the floor.

“How do you call your lover boy?” He teased, he loved to tease. Normally, you wouldn’t go along with whatever he was doing, but you were feeling playful this morning. Besides, it was only the two of you, this early in the morning the chances of someone from Team Flash walking in on you guys were low.

“C’mere lover boy,” you gestured at him, still moving your body to the music.

“And if he doesn’t answer?”

“Oh, lover boy,” you struck a pose, leaning against the desk.

“And if he still doesn’t answer?” You could tell he was trying to push your limits, see how far you would allow this game to go. Why not? You were really feeling it tonight.

You began sinking to the floor, meeting him at his level, your arms were open wide in a casual shrug.

“I simply say: Baby,

Ooh, baby,

My sweet baby,”

You crawled your way over to him, acting like it was a scene out of a movie. Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Leonard bite his lip, he loved it when you started singing. You were no professional, but you could carry a tune well enough to turn heads.

“You’re the one.”

He met you halfway, as both of you rose to your knees, your faces a mere inch away from each other. Leonard wrapped his arms around you and you let him hold you this time- the game of cat and mouse was over. He took a moment to kiss down your neck before both of you started rising to your feet. You continued to sing, and to your surprise he sang along.

“Baby,

Ooh, baby,”

What you two were doing now couldn’t really be called the cha-cha, but it was still dancing. At this point, you would take any sort of dance with the man you loved. The contact was what you craved, the unique smell, the way his hands felt on your body, him. At the end of the day that’s all you wanted, the company of your boyfriend. The impromptu dance class was an added bonus. Leonard didn’t bend much for people, you liked to see how much he would bend for you.

“My sweet baby-”

It seems like the two of you were too absorbed in the other to notice that the “private” room you had come so early to gain access to was no longer private. Just as Leonard was about to kiss you, really kiss you, an awkward cough broke through the mood.

To say you scrambled apart would be an understatement. In a second you two were on opposite sides of the room, Leonard was suddenly interested in inspecting his Cold Gun while you found yourself preoccupied with a speck on the floor. “Uhh, hey, _____, Snart. What are-what are you two doing here so early in the morning?” Cisco coughed again, clearly uncomfortable with the scene he just interrupted. Your relationship was no secret to the members of Team Flash, but you didn’t flaunt it around either.

“Oh… you know… just-just spending some quality time together,” you chuckled nervously, eyeing Leonard from across the room. He looked uncomfortable. Though, you couldn’t blame him, he didn’t like having prying eyes in some of the more… tender moments he shared with you. “What are you doing here?”

“Silent alarm went off,” damn, you thought you disabled all of those, “I saw it was you and came out of curiosity… last time I make that mistake.”

“It’s fine, Lenny-Leonard was just leaving,” you shrugged it off. Leonard’s head snapped up in that moment, since when was he leaving? Does that mean your little play date was over? An annoyed look crossed his face, it was more play than date.

“Well, I guess that’s my cue to go,” Leonard sighed, picking up the jacket he had long since shrugged off, “tell Barry I say hello,” he told Cisco, before making his way over to you, “we’ll continue this later,” he whispered in your ear before stealing a quick kiss. With a smirk plastered across his face, he walked past the newly flustered Cisco and out of STAR Labs.

“Yeah,” you said, mostly to yourself since Leonard had already left, “later.”

[yurimura]

Hey, I really enjoy your fanfictions and I wanted to ask if you could write one with Cisco x Reader where she says that Len Snart is kinda hot and he gets really jealous? It would also be awesome if Snart played along but not really necessary (just a bonus if you would not mind too much) Thank you if you could do this! 💫

Sorry I never responded to the actual question, I saw that you saw the fic and I'm glad to see you liked it!(I'm just getting this out of my inbox and I didn't want to delete it ^^;)

[yurimura]

I'm out on another trip, plus recovering from a mild case of pneumonia but Im dying to write some requests so? Feel free to send in some prompts + one of the characters I write for!

Drabble List

So I just finished posting the last of the previous volley of drabbles so I decided to come up with a new prompt list. It’s mostly a hodge-podge of stuff from my own brain or inspired by songs or different shows and stuff but there are some from other prompt lists so, if anyone wants me to give credit, drop me a message and I’ll be sure to do so.

“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

“You’re too good for this world.”

“Could you be happy, here, with me?”

“How long do we have?”

“Do you think we’re bad people?”

“How did we become this?”

“I can hardly stand myself.”

“Go to hell.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”

“There was a time before all of this.”

“No one will ever believe us.”

“Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.”

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

“I used to do a lot of things.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”

“Do you wish things had happened differently?”

“Don’t you dare look him in the eye.”

“I’ll be here as long as it takes.”

“We were never meant to fight on our own.”

“Something’s clearly wrong.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”

“Am I ever going to see you again?”

“We always have a choice.”

“You’re holding back.”

“I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”

“Is that a threat?”

“If you don’t like this world then change it.”

“Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”

“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”

“I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

“If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”

“I wasn’t going to mention it.”

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

“I’m here for you.”

“What are you so happy about?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“You’re putting words in my mouth!”

“We have to stick together.”

“We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“Don’t leave me behind.”

“What are you looking at?”

“How did you find me?”

“Who did this to you?”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I have to tell you something.”

“I need more time.”

“You deserve better than me.”

“This isn’t fair!”

“If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise I’m going to kill you.”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re out of your damn mind.”

“No one can hurt me like you can.”

“You are my sunshine.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Please, don’t cry.”

“Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

“You should see this.”

“You make me feel invincible.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Let’s do something crazy.”

“We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

“Do you trust me?”

“You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”

“You know I’m gonna win, right?”

“Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”

“I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Do you ever follow directions?”