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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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chemistry test | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff and acting..?

summary: you're auditioning for the role of silk in the new marvel film. they've already chosen their spider-man and now it's time to see how much chemistry you two have.

wc: 1.9k

"Hi! I'm here for the Marvel auditions?" you greeted the lady who sat at the front desk.

"Hello! What's your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Nerves were running through your veins at lightning speed. The lady gave you a kind smile and told you to head to room three hundred and sixteen. You returned the smile before heading to the elevators.

Upon entering, you were faced with at least fifteen other women who were also auditioning. All with black locks and brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated. Sure, you had done some small films here and there, but looking at the competition now was frightening. A lady came and handed all of you a small script. At least it was a distraction. You spent the entire time reading your lines and trying your hardest to memorize them.

You sat in the waiting room for at least fourty-five minutes before your name was finally called and you were escorted into another space. Once you entered, your eyes were immediately drawn to the long table where the producers, casting crew and directors - who you've met hundreds of times in your previous auditions - were sat. You shook hands and gave greetings, the usual.

"Y/N, meet our new Spider-Man." Kevin gestured to the brunette boy at the front of the room.

He was cute. Dangerously cute. His small curls that laid messily only seemed to add to his appeal.

You smiled and walked over to him, "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you." you offered your hand.

He returned the grin before shaking your hand, "Tom Holland. It's a pleasure." you noticed his British accent and couldn't stop yourself from the confused expression that took over your features.

"You're British?"

He nodded with a smile, "That I am, but," he switched to an American accent, "I can turn it off, too."

Your smile grew, impressed by his ability, "That's so cool. I would try a British accent, but I feel like I might offend you."

He laughed with you for a bit, his hand still holding yours. You both noticed the predicament and quickly withdrew your hands. Sheepish grins showed on both your lips.

Joe Russo cleared his throat, "A little background information in case you're not familiar with Cindy Moon's story."

You silently thanked him for this since you were not at all familiar with whatever the character entailed. Only getting small glimpses of her personality and behaviour before you got thrown into the mix of auditions.

"Cindy and Peter went to the same school and got bitten by the same radioactive spider. A man took Cindy and trained her, but also hid her in a bunker when her powers became too much for her to control. Her Silk Sense – which is her version of a Spider Sense – is incredibly powerful. Stronger than Peter's. In this scene, Peter is saving her from the bunker. Understood?" he spoke so quickly that you nearly didn't catch it all, but nevertheless, you nodded your head.

"Got it." you put the script to the side and took off your jacket.

"Now," Kevin spoke, "Remember, this is a chemistry test. So we want to see – not just how compatible your characters are – but you guys, as well."

Your palms began to sweat. You already knew that they were looking for chemistry, but being put on the spot made your anxiety sky rocket. You nodded again in understanding.

"Sounds good." Tom went to the other side of the room, "Good luck." he sent you another frustratingly attractive smile.

You nodded with your own grin, "Thanks, Spidey."

You spotted a small cot beside you and made your way over, laying with your back to Tom. Ready to start the scene.

"Action!"

Before any lines were given, you lifted your head, but kept it facing the wall. As if you were listening for something, waiting for something.

"Spider- Boy? Guy? Spider-something." you spoke to the wall and a second later, Tom's footsteps were heard behind you.

"I prefer Spider-Man." Tom's voice filled your ears as he leaned against the wall. "Nice to meet you, Cindy Moon."

You held a hand to your head, as if a painful migraine had just arrived. "Your presence is causing me pain. Who-" you looked up at the man, recognition dawning on your features, "Peter."

"W-what? N-n-no, no, no. Who's Peter? I'm Spider-Man." he insisted rather poorly. Deepening his voice.

You turned your body around, hanging your legs off of the cot, "I-I feel it. I remember you. Parker from my science class. Left row, three seats behind me. And my math and history. Front row in history. Middle in math. You always had a new backpack every week."

"Eidetic memory." he mumbled under his breath.

"Hm?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nothing. Never mind. We can discuss this later. You need to get out of here. And I have come to save you from whatever this place is." he eyed the space with disgust.

You eyed him suspiciously, "Is this some Disney movie? Is there a magical horse drawn carriage waiting outside?"

He showed a boyish grin, "I guess you can call me your knight in red and blue spandex."

You scoffed and stood up, "Okay, Parker. How'd you know I was here?"

"Oh! This awesome dude, Tony Stark, he knows, like, everything! A-and he told me that you were here and sent me on a mission– Which is so cool! But yeah, he told me to come and save you. And that is what I am doing." he jumped up and down like an excited child.

You eyed the space around you, "Wait. M-my powers. I can't control them. I-I mean, I'm trying, b-but it's still—"

"—We can focus on that later! Right now, the richest and sickest guy on the planet is requesting you. C'mon." he grabbed your hand and, as scripted, you both locked eyes immediately.

You tried your best to look like you were falling in love. And as you stared into his deep brown eyes, you found that it wasn't that difficult. He stared back into yours. His hand still wrapped around your fingers. Your free hand travelled to his face, as if you were about to pull his mask up. Resting your palm on his jawline. His other hand that wasn't grasping yours, rested on your hip. A light pressure that nearly sent you into a haze. You both began to lean in and it no longer felt like acting until you squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head and pushed him away rather aggressively.

You put a hand on the wall, drawing heavy breaths in and out, "W-what are you doing to me?" you looked at him through heavy eyelids.

Tom was in a similar position, back against the wall, hand over his chest, "Mister Stark said that m-might h-happen." his head was thrown back against the wall, showing off the expanse of his neck as he swallowed. "Something- Something about our senses causes a strong- How do I say this? I-Intimate attraction between us."

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "A-an attraction? An intimate attraction? To you? Ew."

He pushed himself off the wall, "Glad to see you haven't changed one bit, Moon." he walked away from you, "We really need to get going. You- Oh! I've been wondering this: Where's your webbing?" he looked around as if he was searching for it.

You stuck your hand out and pretended to shoot a string of silk out of your finger and onto the wall. Tom followed your movements with a starstruck expression.

"That's sick! I have to make mine." he frowned, "We got bit by the same fricking spider and yours is in your hands? Let me see!" he came closer and attempted to grab your hand again before you quickly put it behind your back.

"Don't touch me." you spoke slowly, "I-if this attraction is caused by physical touch. Please, do not touch me."

He plastered on a playful smirk, "Oh, it's more than physical, Moon."

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the wall, "Dream on, Parker. Are we going to this Mister Stank or whatever?" you waved your hand with a limp wrist.

Tom gasped, "He's Iron Man! It's Mister Stark! Stark! Not stank! And you need a suit. Mister Stark has one ready for you at the compound, but you need something to wear on the way there." he looked around for one.

As if it had just dawned on your character that you were finally leaving the bunker, your attitude changed. A smile gracing your lips.

"I think I can do a little something."

You gestured your hands around yourself, pretending to create a suit from your silk. Tom watched with amazement, "Hey, how are you doing that?" he bent down and examined your body from head to toe.

"I had a lot of free time on my hands. Costume on-the-go. You like?" you smirked as you continued your movements.

Tom nodded his head as he came back up to stand beside you, "I could've saved so much time and money by doing that."

You finally completed your gesturing with a grin, "Ta-da! A bit sticky, but I think it'll do." you pretended to stretch around in the costume.

"Okay, let's go, Moon—"

"—Nope. Nuh-uh. When I'm webbed up like this, call me Silk." you smiled triumphantly.

And with that, the scene came to an end. The producers and casting directors all stood and clapped for you and Tom. You smiled widely at how successful it had gone. Before you could even react, Tom pulled you into a hug. Arms wrapped around your waist. Without a second thought, you wrapped yours around his neck with a laugh.

"You were amazing!" Tom praised you with a wide grin.

You couldn't help but to smile, "Thank you! It helps when you have an awesome scene partner."

His cheeks turned a shade of scarlet at your compliment before Anthony Russo spoke, "That was amazing! Thank you, Y/N."

You shook your head, "Thank you for having me."

Joe came and shook your hand, "Expect a call on Monday. Keep your ringer on." he smiled.

"And that wraps up the chemistry tests! Great job, everyone!" Anthony announced as you handed the script back to them and threw your jacket on.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door.

"Wait!" Tom called from behind you.

You stopped in your steps and turned around with a kind smile.

He held out his phone, "Since we're going to be working together, might as well get to know one another." he had a timid grin.

"Don't jinx it, Holland." you let a light chuckle fall from your lips.

He shook his head, "It's not jinxing, it's manifesting and you were by far the best Cindy Moon. You've already got the part." he insisted making you shake your head.

"We'll see about that." you punched in your number and before you could add your name, Tom took his phone back.

"Wait." he quickly typed away.

'silk'

You smiled at the contact name before offering your phone. He typed in his number and took it upon himself to put the name.

'spidey'

"I'll see you around, Y/L/N." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

You nodded, "Definitely, Holland." you turned around and walked out of the door.

Both of you were so engrossed in your interaction that you didn't notice the producers and casting directors watching from afar. Proud smiles dawning their lips.

They found their Cindy Moon.

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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You Are My Sunshine

You Are My Sunshine - It’s A Match series

Story Rating: Mature

Warnings: Implied Sex, Swearing, Canon Typical Violence, Some body image issues, anxiety, Tony’s a bit of a Jerk, poor proofreading

Relationships: Chubby!Thor x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 8339

Summary: Thor is back on Midgard after some time with the Guardians. Romance ensues.

A/N: I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I just really love Chubby!Thor tbh. Loki’s a good guy, Rocket and Groot are chilling at the compound as well.

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Chapter 1

Why do I let myself be talked into these things? I was more than happy to be invited out to another meaningless brand launch for some new sheet mask or another, but the after-party? I could have done without that. The number of vodka Redbulls I had to ingest to keep up with those stupid coked up bitches I called friends was probably enough to kill me.

“C’mon you sluts, one more for the road, then Mom can call us an Uber.”

Yeah, that was my designation here. Mom-friend. I didn’t live in the city and I didn’t do drugs. But I wasn’t even the oldest. I’m only 26! My “fun sucking” as they called made me the Mom-friend. I spent just as much time watching the table during their frequent bathroom breaks as I did actually talking with them.

But thankfully, I was now on the last train home. The slow-rolling engine lulling me into a trance. To keep me awake and entertained, I browsed through my dusty ass Tinder. I hadn’t given up on dating per-say but after a load of “OMG your that YouTuber” and “I thought you’d be thinner” chats and meet-ups, I was pretty done with talking to anyone.

However, I was not above swipe right on the bear of a man I’d just come across. It must be a joke account. Like the actual Thor fucking Odinson of Asgard and the Avengers would need tinder to meet people. His pictures were cute, not what I expected at all honestly. Do you know what I mean? I expected gym pics and mirror selfies. But it mostly just looked like an adorable chubby bear. Also, his eyes looked so beautiful. I could happily drown in that and his beard. God that beard… So I have a thing for beards, sue me.

I nearly choked on the Gatorade I was drinking when he matched with me. HOLY SHIT. I fired off a message instantly. I wasn’t gonna miss this chance.

You- Well hellllllloooooooo 😏😏😏😏

You- sorry that’s aggressive and I’m drunk on the train home

Thor- lol

Thor- I like aggressive women, so no worries

You- anywhoooooossss, what are you doing up so late

Thor- decompressing after a mission with video gammmmmeeeeessssss

You- whatcha playin’? pls note my understanding of video games is zero

Thor- Rocket League, it is very strange. It’s like soccer, but with mini cars.

Thor- but it’s a pretty easy game to learn

You- you’ll have to teach some time then 😉😉😉

At my stop, I shoved my phone into my stupid tiny purse and get my keys out. It’s only a 15 minute walk to my little abode, but better safe than sorry. I should have worn a jacket. The blistering cold wind of upstate New York made my teeth chatter. In the distance, a huge bolt of lightning crashed through the sky, followed by an ear-splittingly loud roll of thunder.

I picked up the pace to my house. I don’t need to get rained on. This dress was expensive. After a near-miss on my steps, I made it to my porch. Still no rain though. Weird, but whatever. I unlocked the front door and stumbled into my tiny living room. Shoes were thrown near the door and my phone retrieved from my purse, it was time to remove my face.

Even drunk me remembered the importance of a nighttime skincare routine. Cleansing balm, foam cleanser, acid toner, anti-aging serum, eye cream, and a thick layer of extra hydrating night cream later, I was fresh-faced and much more comfortable. Fuck fake lashes is all I’m gonna say.

I peeled off the dress I wore out and headed out of my bedroom and to the kitchen for a huge glass of water. My phone screen was lighting up with notification after notification. The group chat must have been going off. I couldn’t handle them right now. I shot off a quick “I made it home safe” text and looked back at my chat with Thor.

Thor- well then, when are you next free?

You- Thursdays are my day off but imma be too hungover to learn tomorrow 🥴🥴🥴

You- short notice, wanna meet up for like brunch or some other bougie shit?

Thor- fucking love brunch

Thor- where?

You- can you get to this place? [Location Attached]

Thor- wonderful, does 11:30 work for you?

You- yeppo

You- just a pre warning though, imma probs be in trackies and shades

Warning of my general outfit plans tomorrow sent, I turned off my phone. I had a strict rule of never using my phone in my bedroom, and it’s just easier to beat temptation that way. I plugged it into the charge next to my coffee maker and went to bed. I needed my beauty sleep if I was gonna meet a literal god tomorrow.

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If the sound of my alarm going off at 10 am didn’t kill me, the light coming through the blinds would. I slammed my fist down onto the device and it cut to a top hits radio station. Dance Monkey. Again. It’s like they couldn’t find any other song to play. I flopped over and slowly got out of bed. A shower would make me feel more alive. Carrying myself into the bathroom, I washed away the final remnants of last night. Club stamps were scrubbed off my wrists. I could feel my pores leaking out the end of the vodka Redbulls and I could smell it. Gross.

After standing in the steaming hot shower for longer than required, I went about getting ready for my date. I tried not to think too hard about it. Morning skincare routine completed, I moisturized the rest of me and tamed my hair.

The Dude ain’t got shit on me. My general Thursday style was still winning over my desire to look cute to meet Thor. Joggers, v-neck t-shirt, oversized kimono, socks with sandals. Well, at least everything was clean and generally matched. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. One signature Tan France french tuck later, I was ready to head out.

Keys shoved into my pants’ pocket, I took my phone off the charger and walked out to my car. I pulled sunglasses out of the center console. Look now complete, I was ready to go. It was only when I got to the cafe, that it occurred to me to turn on my phone. I was really enjoying the silence of it all.

The stupid thing immediately started going off. Sometimes I wished I’d just stuck with biochemistry and doing research. I scrolled through the notifications while I stood outside waiting for Thor. Instagram, youtube, email about this, group chat about that, nothing interesting.

“Are you trying to look like The Dude?” A deep timbre penetrated my mindless activity.

“You trying to copy my style, Thor?” I asked when I turned to look at the man dressed nearly identical to me. Blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail, blue sweatshirt, loose sweatpants…

“Are you wearing crocs?” I asked.

“Do you have a problem with that?” He smiled and wiggled his feet.

“Look at this winning combo on my feet dude, I ain’t got no problems today.” I smiled in return. “C’mon this hangover won’t cure itself.”

I’m not gonna call it a date anymore. No matter how much I wanted to dick down with Thor. It felt more like two bros hanging out than anything else. Which honestly felt great. I had plenty of bitchy high strung friends thanks to the job I did. Thor was super chill and relaxed. We happily ate our breakfasts, I got a huge plate of chicken and waffles along with a massive iced coffee. Just because it was fall, doesn’t mean it wasn’t iced coffee season anymore. Thor ordered… well, light. He got an open-faced avocado toast with a poached egg and orange juice to drink. I tried to not be self-conscious about it. To each their own right?

“You sure you don’t want to try this?” I asked again, nearly finished.

Thor stared at his long finished plate, “Yep, definitely sure.”

I took the final bite, making, maybe more than necessary, eye contact with him. Then, I took a long sip of my ice coffee through the paper straw. Something was off. Our conversation had been going pretty great, or so I thought. He had so many adventures to talk about and I was loving getting to learn more about him.

“You okay?” I finally asked, pulling up my sunglasses.

“Mmm,” he responded, not actually answering.

“Hey, I’m really sorry if this isn’t like a fantastic date or whatever. We can do something else if you wanna or go our separate ways, no hard feelings.” Please don’t say you wanna go. Even if we are just friends, I’d be happy with that.

“NO,” Thor shouted, scaring a few people at the cafe. “Sorry.”

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk about,” I waved my hand around in a vagueness, “whatever. I’m sorry for trying to push my food on to you.”

I didn’t want to put labels on whatever had caused this shift in him. If it was me being pushy about my food and he had issues with eating or if it was just him suddenly realizing I was weird or not what my Tinder profile said I would be.

“You don’t need to apologize. I was just given some rather shit advice is all and now I’m kinda overthinking it.” Thor brought his hands to rest on his stomach, then thought better of it.

Oh. OH! Sure I’d seen him in the news ages ago, being ripped and short-haired. But that didn’t really much matter to me. Guys like that were a dime a dozen. It didn’t mean they had personality. And Thor seemed to have loads of that when he wasn’t thinking too hard. He was sweet, thoughtful, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed.

“Sounds like this person should have kept their mouth shut,” I smirked and took another sip of my coffee.

“He isn’t the best at that.” Thor gave a low chuckle. “Stark doesn’t have much of a filter.”

“I have heard that,” I mused.

How could I keep this going? I didn’t want to just pay the check and runoff. That would leave a bad taste in my mouth.

“Wanna go shopping?” I blurted out. Sure why not? It wasn’t a completely mundane or totally weird thing to do with someone you just met.

“Oh hmm,” Thor clammed up.

“You can say no. I’m just not ready for this to end. I’ve had a really great time.” I slurped down the last of my iced coffee to keep my mouth shut.

“Fuck it, let’s go shopping. Where do you have in mind?”

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Okay, so this plan had gone exceedingly well. Just gonna pat myself on the back for that one. One - Thor had great taste in music. I was more than happy to hand over the aux cord and let him have control. I needed to focus on driving anyhow. It wasn’t surprising that he had a taste for classic rock. I was surprised by the eclectic mix of folky bluegrass and country though.

“I hate when ballads don’t have a story. What’s the point of repeating the same verse over and over again? What’s the point of the song then?” He lamented when I raised an eyebrow at the first bluegrass song.

Two - It seemed to bring him no small amount of joy to slap down a Stark Industry credit card when we checked out.

Thor had been skeptical of the place I chose to shop. The huge red storefront with giant red ball-shaped bollards was pretty aggressive. But Target was great. We could wander around the store, look at clothes, toys, shoes, food, electronics, anything. I knew if we wanted to look at clothes, they’d have things in our size, things that weren’t horrifically cheap or budget destroying. Lord knows what an Avengers/Asgardian Ambassadors’ salary was like.

We wandered around the clothes first and I threw a few things that I liked into the cart I was pushing around because it’s Target. I’m not leaving empty-handed.

“Okay, honest thoughts on this?” I held up a gray crop top with some flowers on it.

“It is supposed to be that short?” He asked.

“Yep, I’m really into crop tops right now cause all pants and shit are hi-rise.”

“Then yes, I think this would look great on you.”

“Faaabbbb, now onto the main quest! Let’s see if we can find a pair of jeans.” I stepped up onto the cart and pushed off, Thor laughing behind me.

After an annoying 10 minutes, I was ready to give up. Sure I could order jeans online and go through the hassle of returns, but this just seemed like it could have been easy.

“I have found a 16, whatever in the fucking nine realms that means.”

“It’s gotta be an 18, these thick thighs haven’t been a 16 in years,” I joked.

“It seems ridiculous they don’t have your size,” Thor continued to scan the wall of denim in front of him.

“No biggie my dude,” I assured him.

“I don’t normally shop for clothes,” he explained and gestured at his outfit or himself.

“Well do you wanna?” I asked in what I hoped was a noncommittal, totally chill voice.

“I-uh, yeah, you know what. It would probably be good for me to fill up the wardrobe I have.”

So off we went to the men’s section. Thor walked around looking at different shirts and button-downs, analyzing them. For what I wasn’t sure, but it was clearly distressing him.

“Hey,” I touched his arm and he flinched.

That being the first time we’d actually touched. Weird that we’d gotten this deep into a not date and I hadn’t touched him yet. I was normally a pretty tactile person. But he had flinched, which made me pull my hand away.

“Sorry,” we both said.

“Do you want me to help? Or we can go look at bedspreads and I can pretend I don’t need a new one even though I know I will probably get a new one,” I smiled.

“I’m just not sure what size to get,” Thor crossed his arms.

“Do you like the way this hoodie fits?”

“Yeah, it’s soft and not clingy.”

“Do you mind if I check the tag at the back?”

“Can you even reach it?” He teased.

“Thor, some people have to be short. It’s to balance out giants like you,” I reached up and flipped the tag out. “2XLT, that should be easy enough.” I smiled again and placed it back into his hoodie.

And it was surprisingly easy. Thor liked soft clothes. The cart was quickly filling up with soft graphic tees, flannel shirts, and sweaters. I also convinced him to throw in a few pairs of jeans after I saw him eyeing that wall.

Then I mentioned we should try on the clothes we picked out. He didn’t like that idea at all, it was almost like trying to convince a child to eat their vegetables.

“Bro, if you try them on, we’ll know if we need to size up or down or get a longer pair. There is no pressure to buy anything.” I reiterated that last bit. I didn’t need him thinking I wanted to change him.

Then Thor came out of the changing stall and yeah. Dick down indeed. We can be bros and still do that right? I felt my cheeks heat up and my eyes trail up to meet his. Mega hot Norse lumberjack fetish fully established in my brain now. The soft red flannel fit across his broad shoulders perfectly and was long enough that even if he lifted his arms above his head, he wouldn’t show any skin. He seemed very concerned about things being long enough.

“Oh you definitely have to get that,” the words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“You see something you like?” He said the line with a blush on his own cheeks.

“I’ve seen something I’ve liked all day,” I replied with a wink.

Thor grinned and went back in to try on the rest of the clothes. He came out occasionally to ask my opinion on a style or to determine if he needed a different size. Retail therapy really seemed to improve his mood, which just made me all warm and fuzzy inside. He deserved to be happy in his clothes, just like anyone else.

“I heard tell there was a quest for bedding?” He had a smug grin on his face, purposefully using that wording for the double meaning.

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“Thor, there is a raccoon dressed in a jumpsuit on your car,” I said when we pulled back up to the cafe.

Thor responded by throwing his head back and groaning. He rubbed his hands over his face and just sat there as I pulled up next to his vehicle. The animal seemed to notice Thor was in my car then and started waving and speaking.

“For fuck’s sake,” Thor muttered.

“The doors are locked, it’s not like it can get in here.” I tried to assure him.

“Rocket isn’t supposed to be away from the compound. He has, uh, sticky fingers or whatever you call it.”

The knock on my window nearly made me jump out of my seat.

“Motherfucker,” I gasped.

The raccoon pointed very angrily at Thor than at me and seemed to be shouting about something, but I couldn’t tell what. I glanced at Thor, eyes begging him to take control of this situation. He just sighed.

“From experience, it’s best to just deal with him. He doesn’t like to be ignored.”

Thor got out the car first and I followed once the animal had moved away from my door. And then I was attacked by said raccoon.

“For crying out loud Thor, I can’t believe this who you went out with-”

“Watch what the fuck you say rabbit,” Thor picked Rocket up by his jumpsuit.

“Dude, slow your roll. Do you know who she is?” Rocket pointed a small claw at me.

“Yes, of course,” Thor looked confused.

“Ah, really then, can you put me back down. I want a fucking picture. Everyone is gonna be so jealous.”

“Rocket, this is like my one day off. Do you desperately need to get a picture with me?” Both of them looked at me.

“Pleeeeaaaasssseeeeeee,” he grinned revealing cute tiny sharp teeth.

“Thor, do you wanna be in the picture?” I asked, putting on my happy internet person face.

“No,” he frowned, still not let go of Rocket.

“Can we use your phone please?” I wanted to get this over with and also stealthy add my number to his phone.

“Sure, dude,” Thor released the raccoon, who scurried up my leg and onto my shoulder.

“Normally I punch people who get handsy during a photo op,” I gave Rocket a sideways glance.

“Look at me though, I’m so cute and innocent.” Rocket pressed his face to mine.

“Okay Thor, let’s get this picture taken.”

Five photos later, we were done. I was done after one photo, but Rocket kept fucking blinking. Which is why the last photo is just me scowling at the camera with my middle finger up.

“Okay, all the bags have been swapped and you’ve got everything?” I asked.

“The rabbit is secure,” Thor gestured at Rocket buckled up in the kiddie seat in the back of his car, which was hilarious.

“Awesome,” I hummed, unsure now of how to say goodbye.

Thor took a step closer to me, “Can I, um,” he brought his hand up near my shoulder.

“Do you wanna hug or are you asking me for a kiss Thor Odinson?” I grinned at him, taking a step towards him.

“I, uh, whichever,” He blushed.

I stepped forward, into his space, and kissed him. One of my hands wrapped around the back of his neck, while the other settled on his shoulder. When he pulled away I could have sworn I saw a flash behind his irises.

“Call me,” I whispered against his lips before I slid back into my car to go home.

Chapter 2

Thursdays were officially his favorite day of the week. Or Thorsday as you called them. Whenever there wasn’t a mission, you would hang out with him. There were no expectations, it was just the two of you Netflix and chilling or going for lunch or taking a walk. Being around you was easy. Thor had felt the best he felt in… years if he was honest during the past six months you’d been around.

Sure there were the occasional times when Thor couldn’t hang out on a Thursday, but you were never demanding of his time. You understood that what he did and that he can’t just say no to his responsibilities anymore. And that just made him like you even more. You accepted all him.

Thor was coming back from the gym after a sparring session with Steve and Bucky when he heard your voice. That was a bit of a shock. He was certain he hadn’t asked you to come over to the compound. Mostly because you had no desire to meet the Avengers. If Thor wanted to introduce you to his friends, you assured him he could do so whenever he was ready. He was happy to be a bit selfish and keep you to himself for now, especially after Rocket had been so weird during your first date. The team had gushed over the picture, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Friends, what are you doing?” Thor walked into the common area, wiping sweat from his forehead, and refilled his “Thor” water bottle.

On the TV was your face. Instantly he smiled, then frowned. Why were you on the TV?

“Learning about why I need to start using Vitamin C in my skincare regime. Silence oaf,” Loki shouted.

“Loki, you’re a god. Your skin is like porcelain,” Nat shoved him on the couch.

On the screen, you were in front of a whiteboard with loads of formulas written in orange marker. You were talking about the science behind the active ingredients, and how when in different types of skincare products, you will see the effects differently.

At one point, you were talking so animatedly about the different types of Vitamin C you knocked the whiteboard over. Everyone, including you on the screen, burst into laughter.

“Anywhooo friendinos, all I’ve got to say is that based on peer-reviewed research, this is something I’d recommend including in your routine. Now onto the part we have all been waiting for, let’s talk about actual products. As per the usual, I’ve been using these products for 15 days, but remember that everyone’s skin chemistry is different.”

And then you listed a huge selection of products. All of which had the ingredient you were talking about in it. You talked about product smell, the feel of it, how you’ve been using, what you’d pair it with, and if it’s worth the money. Thor was utterly enthralled by this video. You had said you “did social media” for a living, but he wasn’t expecting this. You were a genius, in his opinion.

“Hey, are you guys watching the new B and B video without me?” Bucky tossed himself onto Loki and Nat.

“No, this is an old one.”

“Good, I’m ready to be educated.” Steve came round the corner and sat down in an armchair.

“Don’t fucking start it without us,” Rocket and Groot were now here as well.

What had he been missing? For months apparently???

“What is the new video called?” Steve asked.

“Drugstore full face of makeup for $10,” Loki didn’t look away from the screen as Nat clicked the new video.

Thor recognized the shirt you were wearing in this video. It was the gray crop top. You had mentioned to him last time he was over that it was one of your favorites. That made him smile again at the memory.

Back on the screen, you talked about each product, reading out key ingredients, swatching the product on your hand, and tallying up the price. You were extremely thorough and called out ingredients that could irritate sensitive skin or if a product was vegan. Thor enjoyed listening to your voice, it soothed something inside him. This was a great discovery. He was just about to text you when the video suddenly cut to a grainy video of you, massive headphones on, in Thor’s shirt that he forgot at your house. You looked tired and stressed. When had you filmed this video?

“Sorry for the random cut there my dudes. That content would only have been approved on Pornhub. I just realized I couldn’t pass that off as a regular cut, but thought I should explain why I look the way I look. Now, back to the makeup,” and then your image returned to the high-quality video. Your hair was ruffled where Thor had wove his hands into it.

Two weeks ago he had stayed over on a Thursday night. On Friday morning, he had woken up in an empty bed. He had called out and you poked your head out of a room, makeup half done. He hadn’t thought anything of it. There was a meeting he was late for, but he wanted to kiss you goodbye. So he did, very thoroughly. You were always the perfect mix of cute and sexy. Breathless and a bit clingy. That was one of his other favorite things. You loved touching him.

“Thor you slut,” Rocket shouted and grinned.

“Language,” Steve scowled.

“Why is Thor a whore?” Bucky asked, giving a cheeky grin to Steve at the still offensive term.

“Do you remember that Friday Thor was late to a staff meeting?” Rocket asked.

“Yeah, so what?” Nat responded. It wasn’t the first time Thor was late for a meeting.

“Have you noticed he actually has been training again?”

“Yeah, but we’ve been going on a lot of missions lately and it’s good to stay in practice with the team.” Bucky crossed his arms at the raccoon.

Thor wanted to melt or be struck by lightning and have it actually affect him. He really enjoyed having a place away from all his. A place he felt safe and normal, and not just Thor, the chubby Avenger as Stark so kindly put it.

“Have you also noticed that he has been using beard oil and has frequently been walking around with it braided?”

You liked braiding his beard and hair. If Thor was having a bad body image day as you called it or just in need of some petting, you would braid his beard while he laid his head in your lap.

“So my brother has finally decided his personal hygiene matters, what of it raccoon?” Loki sneered, annoyed at the video being stopped.

“She is the reason!” Rocket waved his tiny hands at Thor. “Have none of you noticed he disappears every Thursday?”

“I just thought he was taking a day off. Everyone is allowed a day off.” Steve scrunched his eyebrows together.

“You are all so fucking slow. Thor is dating her. They are together. He has stayed over at her house several times.” Rocket collapsed onto Groot, exasperated.

“Rocket, you were sworn to secrecy.” Thor hissed, blush creeping up his neck.

“She outed you, not me,” he argued.

“No you deffo outed him Rocket, but this is very exciting news.” Nat pointed at him.

Everyone’s interest turned from the video to Thor.

“Oh dear brother, do spill the tea,” Loki grinned at him.

“There is nothing to spill. We’ve been dating for about six months now.” Thor defensively crossed his arms.

“SIX MONTHS?!” Bucky shouted.

“Yes,” Thor nodded.

“You’re all horrible at your jobs, I’ve known Point Break here as been dating since he set up his Tinder profile,” Tony entered the common area and went to sit with Steve.

“Tones, don’t be mean,” Steve frowned at him even as he wrapped his arm around the man.

“You met on Tinder?” Nat’s eyebrows rose into her hairline.

“Invite her over before we follow you on a date,” Tony called out as Thor stalked off.

Thor- Sunshine light of my life I have a favor to ask. 🙏🙏🙏

You- lay it on me dude

Thor- would you be interested in meeting the people I am forced to live with?

You- will Stark be there?

Thor- he is the one demanding it.

You-

Thor- I still haven’t seen that show

You- omg how I have been so remiss in your education?

⚡

Precisely at quarter to three JARVIS alerted Thor that you had arrived on the compound premises. He jogged out to the visitor parking lot to meet you.

Wow. You looked stunning. Well, you looked stunning all the time to him. But you’d gone all out for a Thursday. You were wearing the gray crop top paired with a flowy skirt. Despite your overall spring look, you wore very heavy looking boots. Thor decided not to question it. You knew the styles and he was just happy to be around you.

“Hey sunshine,” Thor smiled and leaned down to kiss you.

“Hey yourself,” You smiled when your lips separated.

“We have about an hour until everyone is done for the day, so what do you wanna do?” Thor offered you his arm.

“Well, my good man, now would be an excellent time to learn how to play Rocket League.” You squeezed his arm and leaned into his side while Thor guided you into the compound.

“I hope you are prepared to lose then my love, because I will show no mercy,” Thor laughed.

An hour later, you were doing a barefoot victory dance in the common area. You had picked up the game quickly. Thor wasn’t surprised if he was honest with himself. It seemed like everything you tried, you succeeded in. The confidence you had in yourself was something he hadn’t seen in himself in… well, a very long time. You just radiated.

Thor got up from the couch and wrapped his arms around you. The way your form melded with his made his blood turn hot. The soft curve of your body under his strong hand. You had told him many times how you loved the contrasts of him. How his soft stomach and strong leg were glorious. That was the word you’d used. Thor was pretty sure he’d never had his body described like that.

You clasped your hands behind his back and squeezed him. Thor kissed the top of your head.

“You are amazing,” he smiled down at you.

“Thank you, I know,” Stark walked into the common area.

Thor watched an instant change in your expression. You were angry. No, you looked ready to kill. That was new. He’d never seen you look at all angry. Annoyed sure, especially when he would leave Pop-Tart crumbs on your counter or didn’t pull his hair out of your shower drain, but never like this.

You put your shoes back on. Were you going to leave now? Oh gods, did you actually not want to know about this part of his life?

“Tony fucking Stark,” You glared and walked up to him.

“Well hello to you too,” He gave the signature Stark smirk.

The rest of the team was walking in when you brought your boot foot down onto Tony’s. It made sense now why you had put your shoes back on. Thor tried not to laugh as the shorter man winced and grabbed his foot.

“If you think it is okay to bully other people, we are gonna have a serious problem dude,” Your scowl deepened. “If I have to hear about the shit you’ve been pulling or saying to Thor or Rocket or Bruce or Clint again I will make you regret it.”

The team stared at you, while Thor couldn’t wipe the prideful grin off his face. You were defending him. His cute, soft, warm, ray of sunshine was threatening to burn Tony Stark.

“She’s a girl after your own heart Stevie,” Bucky broke the silence that followed your outburst.

You marched back over to Thor then and grabbed his hand. There were tears in your eyes now. As if the great show of force had wiped all the energy out of you and all that was left was the water pooling in the corner of your eyes. Everyone was still staring.

“Even when furious, she looks like she has glass skin,” Loki stepped away from the group and walked up to you.

“Nice to meet you Loki, you have great skin too,” You complimented him and to his surprise hugged him.

Thor wasn’t surprised by this. You were a hugger, just like him. He liked that about you as well. You greeted and hugged the rest of the Avengers with ease. Rocket, carefully after you shouted about your skirt, scurried up, and sat on your shoulder.

“Why are none of you as nice as her?” Rocket demanded. Mostly you just indulged the raccoon who would sometimes escape and follow Thor to your house. You said it was like having a talking pet, which was the coolest thing ever apparently.

“You've tried to steal my arm multiple times Rocket. I’m not letting you anywhere near my person.” Bucky frowned.

“Rocket steals things for me all the time,” You shrugged and jostled him.

“See she is nice. She gets me.”

“Do you still have my GoPro? I need it for an event I’m going to next week.” You looked up now to speak solely to Rocket.

If you felt the awkward tension in the room, you were ignoring it. Rocket talked and waved about while guiding you to his room on the compound. When you were out of earshot, Stark opened his big mouth.

“Does no one care that she stomped on my foot?”

No was the general consensus. Even from Steve. The group dispersed around the common area. Clint and Loki picked up the forgotten game while Nat pulled out her phone and lounged with Bucky.

“Tony, you have been going pretty hard on the teasing lately.” Steve wrapped an arm around Stark.

“I have not,” He countered.

“You have,” Nat didn’t look up from her phone.

“I’ve even noticed,” Loki jammed his fingers against the controller in his hand.

Before more discussion on Tony’s attitude continued, JARVIS interrupted the group to inform them that you and Rocket had broken into Thor’s room.

“Shit,” Thor sighed and walked towards his room.

It was a mess, he hadn’t even thought to clean because he was under no assumption you’d be staying here or have any real interest in seeing it. It was just two rooms; a living room and his bedroom. He recalled leaving Stormbreaker and Mjölnir somewhere in the living room, along with the rest of his armor. There had been a mission earlier in the week and he just didn’t have the energy to clear things up. Hopefully, Rocket wasn’t doing anything dangerous.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Rocket shouted, and now the rest of the team was hot on his heels.

Great just what he needed, you getting hurt and everyone seeing his messy room.

“What?” You sounded fine.

“By the Norns,” Loki whispered and peered into the room.

You held Mjölnir like it was no more than one of your numerous makeup brushes. Gently, you placed the hammer back down, out of the way, and turned back to Rocket.

“I’m just moving a tripping hazard, find my shit bro.” You looked at Rocket expectantly.

“You just, you just, you,” he spluttered.

“My lady,” Thor’s voice boomed and a crack of lightning exploded outside.

“Hey dude, sorry I touched your stuff, Rocket said he had my favorite sunglasses in here,” you apologized and turned to face him in the doorway. You frowned a bit at the audience behind him.

“Oh come on,” Tony groaned behind them.

“Stevie, is she really just a lady version of you? Have you been hanging out with Strange?” Bucky laughed and clapped the super-soldier on his shoulder.

“I don’t understand,” you continued to shuffle around his mess with Rocket.

“You are worthy,” Thor beamed.

“Everyone is worthy, what are you talking about?” You tossed the words over your shoulder at the crowd.

“Do I look cool in this?” Rocket asked putting on Thor’s cape, attention already diverted.

“You look like a very confused Red Riding Hood.”

“Bah, that ain’t my vibe,” Rocket dropped the cape and started rummaging through the couch.

“Are these yours?” He asked.

“No, those are The Dude’s sunglasses. Mine are tortoiseshell.”

“You have sunglasses made from the shells of turtles?”

“No, it’s the style of the pattern on them.”

“I thought you were The Dude?”

“Anyone can be The Dude, you just gotta abide.”

“Hey Thor, can I have your eye patch?” the raccoon pulled it off a shelf he climbed on.

“No,” he tried to sound annoyed by his friend, but he was still trying to not explode with joy.

You were worthy. YOU are worthy. The hammer had decided. And you didn’t seem to think anything of it. Like it was totally natural to be able to lift a hammer forged from a dying star. This changed everything and nothing about how Thor felt about you. He knew he loved you. He knew that he could no longer imagine his life without you in it. But now, now he felt like he was somehow getting the approval of his father. Of all of Asgard to keep you. To have you be by his side for as long as you were willing.

“Here are these the ones?” Rocket tossed a pair of sunglasses down to you

“Yas, queen,” You laughed and placed the lenses on your face.

You turned back to the onlookers and smiled at Thor.

“More Rocket League?”

Chapter 3

The ring light blinded me when I turned it on. I looked at the secondary screen checking to make sure the whiteboard could be seen and that I wasn’t directly in the way. I also checked to make sure there wasn’t anything distracting in the background. It looked clear. I then looked at the table, triple checking I had my notes, my products, and my remote to stop the camera if necessary.

“Hey my dudes,” I waved at the camera. “Welcome to the new space! I know I’ve been a bit sketchy lately and took a load of time off a few months ago, but now, finally, I can give you all the dets of what’s been going on.”

I pulled out the massive framed diploma from under the table. It was so big it barely fit on my lap.

“I got my Ph.D.! I am now Dr. Odinson!” I beamed.

It had been a long time coming and I wouldn’t have ever done it without the support of Thor and the rest of the Avengers.

“Oh, and yeah that’s right. My name is Dr. Odinson now. Respect the title bitches. Please take a look at this carefully posed photo of me and Thor in New Asgard for the wedding,” I waved my hand where I would put the photo of Thor exploding the wedding cake in our faces later. “Big props to Rocket and Clint for taking the least attractive picture of me ever.”

I placed the diploma down.

“Anywho, we are here to talk about hair oils. I put out a poll on my insta last week requesting questions or concerns or thoughts you had on the topic, so let’s get into it.”

I went on to explain the science of hair growth, the different types of hair, how the environment can affect your hair, and then dove into the products. Discussing the different chemicals, how they react to your hair, and how they can react based on how you style it.

“If you take Thor, for example. His hair is so soft, but it’s damn long and he’s got a few dreadlocks. I had him test out an oil that would protect his hair from heat damage and frizziness. I also had him test out a beard oil because it’s Movember and we are an equal opportunity channel here. Either way, the texture of his beard is much coarser than his hair, so we tested out a moisturizing frizz control oil. I also had Steve, Bucky, Rocket, and Clint test the different oils out. So boys, what do you think?” I smiled and clicked the remote to turn on the second camera. I watched their image split the secondary screen.

“This is weird,” Steve spoke first.

“Don’t be rude, you do press conferences all the time,” Clint slapped him.

“I liked the hair oil you gave me, it made me extra soft and I’m less itchy,” Rocket jumped up and stroked his fuzzy arm into the boom mic. “You should be an ASMR channel.”

“Thanks, dude, but no thanks,” I shivered at the thought.

“I can’t report on the oil you gave me, wife. Loki stole it.”

“Did he now?” I looked around, “Loki, you can come out now. I know you are still upset with me.”

“As I well should be, I can’t believe you didn’t ask me to help you in the endeavor.” Loki materialized next to Rocket, squishing him into Clint.

Rocket flipped him and then jumped onto my lap.

“You have gotten heckon soft fam,” I scratch behind his ear.

“Told you,” He looked into the camera.

“I didn’t ask you Loki because you wouldn’t have been able to complete the full 15 day test run. I also know that the products you use in your hair aren’t readily available to the general public.”

“Also, when I asked you to be in my prank wars videos you said no,” Rocket pointed a claw at him.

“You wanted me to prank Bruce with you. I am not doing that.”

“A video that you can watch right now by the way,” Rocket waved his hands about like I’d throw a video link up in editing for him.

“Rocket, I said I would plug your prank show at the end. We need to get through the interview,” I squeezed his sides.

“Anyway, I thought the beard oil was great, but I think I used too much of the actual hair oil. I looked more greasy than Bucky did in the 30s.” Steve smirked.

“And may we now all take a moment of silence for the fallen Captain America,” Clint laughed.

After the interview part of the video, I went on to give the list of Men’s products that were featured and explained that all ad revenue this month would be going towards different men’s charities.

“And please go check out Rocket’s channel, where you can watch me-”

The building started to tremble and lights flickered off. I looked over to where the guys were sitting. Generators kicked on and JARVIS announced that a hostile force had just blown up a portion of the compound. Everyone was accounted for, but the Avenger’s were needed immediately to neutralize the situation.

Suddenly everyone was moving. I threw Rocket at Clint and they ran off with Steve while Loki dematerialized, gold horned helm already in place.

“Stay here,” Thor grabbed my face and kissed me goodbye.

Stormbreaker and his armor appeared in a flash and I was left standing in a room with a generator buzzing sound and only my own fears. This was this first time I’d ever experienced this side of what the Avengers actually do. The compound was always safe, people weren’t crazy enough to attack here. Or so we all thought. For the briefest moment, I thought everything was done. There was a disturbing silence.

The explosion knocked everything away, throwing me and the whiteboard to the side of the room. I coughed and saw blood dripping on the floor. Shit, shit, shit. I crawled out from under the whiteboard. There were two agents standing in the hole made by the explosion.

“Target found,” One spoke into a device.

“Acquiring now,” The other confirmed and raised a gun at me.

My hands shot into the air. I didn’t want to be shot. Every bit of self-defense Natasha had taught me just went out the window. Like fuck I could defend myself against a gun.

Or could I? We hadn’t really discussed the whole hammer thing, because I was pretty serious about not wanting Thor’s powers or responsibilities. I didn’t need a hammer to tell me I was worthy, I already knew I was. But I could maybe summon it? I had done it before, by accident when I had gotten in a heated argument with Bruce and Tony about some stupid chemistry shit that doesn’t matter right now because holy fuck I was about to be shot or worse.

“Please don’t shoot,” I tried to stall and think. “Whatever you want, just take it.”

I coughed again. The dust in the air made it hard for me to see. A red dot focused on my chest then there was another flash. Mjölnir was in my hand and I brought the hammer down. I struck the rubble around me, sending out a wave of lightning and energy. My attackers fell to the floor and twitched like I tasered them. Nice.

I watched Thor do this loads of times, surely I could do it. The hammer swung in a furious circle before I released it above my head. I covered my head as the weapon launched me into the air, through the ceiling and outside.

“Shit, fuck,” I grappled for the handle and it shot off somewhere behind the building, then through the walls of the crumbling compound.

A blast of hot electricity shot through my whole body. How the fuck did Thor every deal with this? I felt like I was going to die. Everything was suddenly very heavy and fuzzy. And I was back in the room with the two people I did not want to be with.

“Stupid hammer, why are we back here?” I shook Mjölnir.

Several bolts of lightning shot out of it and I cursed. The bolts struck the rubble surrounding me. Oh, this was not going to end well. I tried to back away from the assailants, only to slip and fall.

Cape. I slipped on a cape. Why did I have a cape? Where had my clothes gone? I looked over myself and saw I was wearing some kind of leather bodysuit, a breastplate that left my stomach exposed, some ridiculous skirt, and when I touched my face, I realized I was wearing a helmet as well. Jesus Christ, what have I done?

I pushed myself to sit up. The energy in my body was more alive and pumping than I thought possible.

“And who are you supposed to be?” A red dot centered on my chest plate.

“What have you done with Dr. Odinson?” A second dot joined to point at my metal armor.

I didn’t get a chance to answer as Stormbreak cut them in half. Blood splashed and four wet thumps hit the ground. Thor stood over the dead men before he turned to me. There were droplets of blood splattered across his face and beard. I should be disgusted by the carnage. I’d never seen Thor so predatorial or angry, and good lord was that hot.

“Let’s go, you need to get out of here before the whole building collapses,” Thor grabbed my hand and yanked me up.

He didn’t even take a second look at me. He just jogged out of the building and shot off in the air again. What the fuck was that? There was a deep creaking sound around me then and I rushed out of the building. The force of collapse caused me to fall and lose the helmet. A pair of strong arms were around me and pulling me again to stand up.

“WIFE,” Thor boomed, finally recognizing me.

“Really all it takes is a helmet?” I smirked and brought Mjölnir to rest on my shoulder.

“We... we are so gonna have a very long, deep conversation about this outfit,” Thor’s eyes raked over me, “but I need to get back to the battle now that I don’t need to search for you.”

I grabbed Thor’s beard and pulled him into a kiss.

“Can’t wait to chat,” I watched him walk back into the fray of battle.

Chapter 4

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New Plus Size Heroine joins the Avengers?

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First Spiderman, now this mystery woman! What’s next?!

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We cannot confirm the arrival of a new member to the team. No further comments will be made on the subject.

Dr Odinson Bitches @BeautyBrainsVlog

The new not-an-Avenger is hot, just saying #Represent

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I’m married, not dead you silly beans. 👰👰👰

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I’m taking applications for a new wife. Mine’s about to go to prison for life and I’m only interested in women with no criminal record.

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you don’t need to prove yourself to me | spencer reid

summary: the BAU gets called into a local homicide case where all the victims have been women. You end up questioning the unsub and he hits a bit too close to home.

warnings: murder, aggressive tones & language, mentions of violence against women, substance abuse & domestic violence is mentioned, normal cm type stuff ends in fluff tho!

note from the author: This fic might get pretty heavy for some people reading, nothing too major. substance abuse is mentioned as is minor domestic violence but does not go into detail it is just for the sake of the plot. do not read if you feel like you are not comfortable with these topics!

word count: 5k - I am so sorry but this fic wouldn't make sense to make into two parts whoops

“The unsub in question is presumably a white male in his mid to late fifties with some sort of prior anger issues. He may seem relatively approachable at first, often may be charming to people he first meets but has an underlying sense of self rightousness and hatred towards women.” Hotch says before looking at you to continue.

Your attention shifts from your superior to the crowd of police officers in front of you “Chances are he’s a family man, a local. someone who knows his way around the area and can hide in plain sight. Depreciating jokes about women and possibly even a spouse could be in his humor, most likely he holds old sexist values. Grew up in an abusive household or with no mother which is where his lack of respect for women stems from.” you conclude your statement with a scan around the room, getting a feel for the reactions in the crowd before JJ starts to pull you away to a back office where the team has been set up temporarily this morning.

The door closes with a soft click as JJ leans up against it, her hand still on the handle. The sound of shifting papers fills the suddenly very obvious quiet room while you stand at the desk organising the case file and any evidence left on the desk, your long time friend stares at you and you can feel her eyes burning into the left side of your face before breaking her silence.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” the calm tone floats through the room as you stop shuffling papers and look up to the photos of the women on the evidence board before making eye contact with your most respected colleague

“I grew up with these women. One of them was my tutor in math when I was a sophomore, JJ!. To you guys these women are strangers but to me they’re friendly faces whom I’ve been with since I was a toddler and it frustrates me so much to not know if I’m waiting around for a dead body of an old classmate” A breath releases itself from your lungs and a weight has started to lift off of your shoulders and be replaced with a steady hand.

“This sick son of a bitch isn’t going to be doing this for much longer. We’re gonna catch him, y/n and I promise you can be the one to put his head on a stick” Her reassuring gaze and firm but kind smile is enough to put you at ease before Reid comes busting through the door.

His eyes are locked on you

“There’s been an attack” is all he can get out before your blood runs cold and you’re out of the station making a beeline for Hotch in the parking lot.

His back is turned to you but it doesn’t take a genius to know that right now he’s determined to find the unseen before it’s too late.

“Hotch! what’s going on!?” His name desperatly leaves your mouth before you, JJ and Spencer are stood in front of him

“a young woman was attacked two blocks away from her home, she fought back and is okay but may need to be taken to hosptial. She specifically asked for you”

You can feel the colour rapidly drain from your face, your great rate sky rocketing “Where was she attacked?”

“Corner of Anderson and Meyers street”

The street is lined with patrol cars and officers when you pull up with spencer, your hands on the wheel are shaking and white and you can’t control the over whelming feeling in the core of your stomach.

Your blank stare and lack of response doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend of a year. He reaches over to put the car in park and then gently takes your hands off the steering wheel and placing them in his own .

“Y/N look at me. She’s okay. She’s alive and she wants to speak with you. She fought and he couldn’t grab her.” Spencer’s slow tone is attention grabbing enough for your eyes to pry themselves away from the scene in front of you.

His eyes soften when he sees the tears brimming in your own and feels the ever so slight shake coming from your palms. Spencer had seen you cry before, yes, but not like this; the BAU had taken plenty of cases like this one but it was obvious to him now that you had taken this far more personal than he had initially though. His left hand removed itself from yours and brushed some fly away hairs behind your ear before gently resting it on the side of your face.

“if you want, we can sit here for a minute I’ll call Hotch now and tell him to take the lead and we’ll sit and yo-” He begins to ramble and you move his hand from your face so you can ahem his full attention.

“Spence, it’s okay. You and I can go over and speak with the victim; I’m going to be fine” you spoke softly with a smile on your face de before the both of you unbuckled yourselves and headed towards the ambulance parked in front of the corner.

The young woman is sitting in he back of the ambulance whilst holding an ice pack to the right side of her arm. Emily stands in front of her trying to get any information she can when you approach so you can take over.

“Thanks, Em. Reid and I can take over” you say before she puts a hand on or arm and walks away so your undivided attention is now on the woman in the back of the ambulance.

“Hello my name is Dr Reid and this is my partner Agent L/N, you- uh insisted you speak with us” Spencer introduces whilst flicking his gaze from you to the victim.

It’s like a tidal wave of realisation comes over you once you finally get a good look at the person in front of you “Oh my god- are you okay?” both hands grip the woman’s shoulders is utter disbelief and a look of concern is now occupying your features. “Ellie, what did he try to do to you?” the question comes out rushed while your eyes scan her body.

“Y/N! oh my god you’ll never believe it! I was just doing my normal track and when I got to this corner he tried to grab me. He held a knife to my stomach and threatened to stabbed me if I screamed but I couldn't take any chances so I hit him in his ribs and then heeled his toes as hard as I could but he still managed to get me on my arm and hip” She said exhausted, like she had just re lived it right in front of you. Stress crossed her features and her hand gripped her forehead.

You turn to your dumbfounded boyfriend standing beside you and you remembered that he had yet to properly meet your high school best friend.

“Ellie this is Spencer” you gestured to him and Ellie looked like she had finally found a thought that was floating in her brain “My boyfriend spencer” you clarified.

Instinctively, she stuck her hand out for him to shake “Oh of course! You’re the cute doctor” she smiled graciously when he did take her hand while Spence side eyed you.

“Sorry we aren’t meeting under better circumstances” He gave her a tight lipped smile before taking out his notebook “We were just wondering if we could ask a few questions? We’re not too sure we can wait ‘till after you’ve been checked out of hospital” spencer said.

You agreed with him “Did you happen to get a look at his face? or possibly any identifying characteristics” you quizzed while she racked her brain for some answers.

She sighed before answering “His hair was clean cut, like he had just gotten it done and his eyes were kind of deep set- like he hadn’t had a good nights sleep in at least a couple of months” she hesitated before looking at Reid “He wasn’t as tall as Spencer but he still had a bit of height on him, I think came up just past his shoulder” She stopped again and mindlessly scanned the crowd of uniformed officers before she set her sights back onto you. “The shirt Y/N! underneath his hoodie he wore a grey collard shirt that looked exactly like the police uniform”

Spencer’s head whipped around to the crowd of officers, either trying to find your superior or trying to find the suspected unsub. You wracked your brain, thoughts flying in and out of your head a million miles a minute. Nerves once again invaded your stomach and you started to rock from foot to foot trying to come up with someone- anyone- who possibly fit this profile and then it happened.

A light bulb moment. A realisation. A solution to all your problems went off in your brain.

You grabbed the thing closest to you which was coincidentally spencer’s right forearm “Tell Hotch we need everyone back at the station as well as photos taken of all uniform officers from the past fifteen years, I need to get onto Garcia asap I think I know who our unsub is” Your tone was firm and merely unfamiliar to Spencer, you had never spoken to him like that before so he knew you meant business.

You had taken your phone out of your back pocket and turned in the direction of the car, starting to rush away from the ambulance before spencer caught up with you and caught your arm in his hand

“Where are you going?” Once said out loud he knew it was a stupid question and judging by the flat look on your face you did too. he let out a defeated sigh “No, I know exactly where you’re going but I mean what are you doing going back without the team?”

His eyes scanned your face and he dropped his head so the two of you were on the same level “If the unsub is a uniformed officer I’m not letting you go back to the station without the team. We don’t know if he’s out here with us right now or back a the station waiting” His tone was hushed and firm like he wanted to make sure neither of you could be heard but also to ensure you knew that he meant what he was saying.

“Spen-”

“No Y/N” He now stood at his full stature which you were now coming to realise could be quite intimidating “Do not argue with me about this. This guy, animal, absolute son of a bitch targets women, seemingly people he knows. You’re a local and started out as a uniformed officer in this precinct so if you genuinely think that there is even a slither of a chance that I’m going to let you walk back into that station you are very much mistaken” He was confident as assertive when he spoke to you and when he finished his chest started to rise and fall with frustrated breaths.

He had never spoken to you like that or told you what you could and couldn’t do, especially when it came to a case. Spencer adored you- practically worshiped the very ground you walked on- because he had the up most faith in you and respect for you. He was very confident in the fact that you could take care of yourself with or without a gun strapped to your belt.

You visibly deflated and let out a deep sigh neither of you were aware you were holding in. Spencer once again got down to your eye level

“Okay Spence, okay” you reassured him.

You caught sight of Morgan over Spencer’s shoulder and called to him

“Get the team back to the precinct and Garcia on the phone Derek!” your voice caught the attention of Gideon and JJ who was giving you a nod when you turn back to spencer and motion to get in the car.

While stopped at traffic lights Spencer dialled Garcia’s number and put it on speaker phone

“You have reached the resident genius what can I do for you my sweet?” Penelope’s voice sang through the phone and spencer made a face at the use of ‘resident genius’

“Pen I need you to pull up the most recent photos taken of the uniformed officers at this precinct and look for a white man, mid to late fifties with a clean cut haircut, deep set eyes and he’ll have scars that look like fingernail scratches at the base of his neck” you could feel spencer’s curious mind get the better of him when you included that last detail but you were determined not tot make your eyes off the road.

“Bingo baby! Nick Kane, fifty five years old standing at five foot nine with, exactly like you said, three long fingernail-like scars at the base of his neck” she stated a-matter-a-factly

A knowing smile came over your features “pull up anything you can find on him, a record, any house calls or complaints, anything that was maybe payed off or covered up”

“you seem to know a lot about this guy, L/N” Penelope quizzed

Reid could see the hesitation in your eyes as your grip tightened on the wheel

“Don’t question it” you said through gritted teeth

“Oh no I uh- I wasn’t”

Your eyes slightly widened “No pen, not you”

Garcia seemed to understand “I’ll have that faxed over for you my love”

A small smile found it’s way upon your lips “thank you P”

Spencer hung up the phone and looked out his window not noticing the glances you threw his way.

By the time you and Spence pulled up to the station you were in full on work mode. You were practically burning holes into the ground with your feet when you marched up to Morgan and Emily with your boyfriend hot on your heels.

“I need the both of you to get information on Nick Kane’s whereabouts on this afternoon’s patrol. Ask any officers or detectives if they saw him leave the station at what time and if they didn’t ask them when the last time they saw him was” The words tumbled out of your mouth and all your two friends could do was nod

Emily smiled proudly at you “all over it, Hotch is in there now but I’m not too sure he’s very successful” she nodded her head to the back where the interrogation rooms were. Derek nodded in agreement

“Garcia also said that the files you asked her to fax over are ready” Morgan read the text off his phone which earned a grateful smile from you before walking off to grab the papers with all three of your co workers following you with their eyes.

Derek turned back around to face spencer who had worry written all over his face “Alright man, what’s going on? we got the bad guy, no one was majorly hurt today which means you can rest easy tonight”

Spencer came back down to earth at the sound of his long-time friend’s voice. He sighed in defeat “We might have the bad guy, nothing is concrete right now even if he fits the profile, the victim was incredibly lucky that he only got her arm and hip and I can’t rest easy tonight because I know that Y/N is hiding something” Spencer’s hands flailed as he rambled, completely missing the look Emily gave him.

“Hiding something? Spence what are you talking about? If she was hiding something she’d be hiding it from us, not you. I genuinely don’t think theres anything in the world that you don’t know about her” Emily said trying to calm him even a little bit

“I thought you two agreed not to profile each other anyway? wasn’t that, like one of the first things you agreed on even when you were friends” Morgan raised an eyebrow

“This isn’t me being an FBI agent and profiling her, it’s me being her boyfriend and worrying about her. She’s taken his case to heart more than I thought she would. It hits too close to home for her” Spencer concluded while he scuffed his feet at the old carpet floor “And I know that there were women killed that she knew personally but her demeanor changed once she figured out who our potential unsub was and I can’t figure out why...” Spencer begins to trail off when his eyes follow Hotch leaving the interrogation room.

Emily and Morgan follow his eye line and begin to follow after him.

The first thing the doctor notices is that Hotch is more rigid than normal. His brow is furrowed low and his posture is stiff against the table he’s leaning on with his mouth set in a concrete frown and before he can register what just happened in the interrogation room three of his agents are standing in front of them asking for their co worker. A deep and tired sigh can be heard before the trio of agents is rushing toward the room where he just was, JJ and Gideon already watching the scene unfold from behind the two way glass.

A box with the last name Kane scribbled onto the front is slated down on the desk followed by a very angry agent.

The skin around her cuticles is bleeding from being picked at all day but her face is stern and cold so if she truly was as anxious as she had been through the day you would never know.

The dirty cop is relaxed when Y/N sits down in front of him, he’s leant back in the chair with his hands placed on his thighs casually almost as if he’s with a friend or at home and unknowingly to agent L/N her colleagues are less relaxed from behind the glass.

Morgan is first to point out the obvious.

“He doesn't seem nervous or even on edge about being questioned; shows he’s been in that same position before” he states, not taking his eye off the room

Gideon hesitates before he speaks “That’s because he has been: a few years ago he was brought in for substance possession after a bag was found during a warrant in his home”

Derek’s face contorts “why did they have a warrant?”

Agent Gideon doesn’t look at Morgan when he replies “illegal firearm possession as well as concerns of domestic violence both charges were dropped”

Your eyes briefly look up from the manila folder in your hands containing details of each of the murders in you hand to the man sitting in front of you. A picture of a middle aged woman is put directly in front of the officer “I don’t have to ask you if you know who this is because we know you were with her the night before she died” you state

Nick kisses his teeth “yes, I was with her the night before but I was also with her husband”

“her husband who has a solid alibi unlike you” another photo comes out from the folder “she went missing at five am and was found around seven thirty am in a bush, her husband had left for work at four thirty and clocked in five thirty”

Two more sets of photos are spread in front of the offender and he was only yet to shift in his seat. You kept eyeing the other folders in the box, the older ones but you were waiting for an opportunity one where he would just slip up and you’d have him.

Spencer’s nails may have well been chewed to the bed from pure anxiety of seeing you sit in that room. You’d obviously done interrogations like this before but a feeling that spencer couldn’t shake was sitting at the bottom of your stomach.

With Hotch now back in the room everyone was even more on edge.

“He hasn’t said anything useful while she’s been in there?” the monotone voice broke through the silence of the onlooking room.

“Not yet but the more photos she pulls out the more on edge he gets. Not noticeably to anyone but a profiler of course but he seemingly gets a little bit more uneasy every time a new victim is pulled out of the folder” JJ informs. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Reid chewing on his nails while not taking his eyes off of his girlfriend she slaps his hand away and passes a small smile to let him know that you knew what she was doing.

“Reid what’s the matter with you? She can take care of herself” Gideon calmly asks. The debate going on in the youngest team members head is a hard one because on one hand he doesn’t want to sound like a paranoid boyfriend but on the other he needs some reassurance and maybe his superiors can give that to him.

“Y/N has been on edge since we took this case on and I know it’s because she grew up here and there were people she grew up with murdered but since she got the idea into her head that this was our guy I just feel like she’s hiding something” the ramble stops and eyes fall on Reid but his only concern is what Jason Gideon thinks

Jason purses his lips “I know she’s hiding something but thought nothing of it because I was under the assumption that you knew what it was” for the first time since entering the room Spencer and Jason make eye contact.

“Your boss asked me about the scars on my neck”

Reid’s concentration is lost and once again all eyes are back on you

“Did he now?” Your shock is masked by the cold set frown that you’ve had on your face since the minute you stepped into the station.

Kane leans forward over the desk, his hands coming together infant of him “yes he did, was very curious to hear about how I got them which made me think: if Aaron Hotchner isn’t aware of how I got them then certainly your little boyfriend isn’t either” the smirk is set on his face

Reid’s ears perk up

“I was under the impression that you had to have a clean record to go into the FBI work that you do”

you lean forward in the slightest “My record is squeaky clean. Yours on the other hand, isn’t”

Eyebrows raise in surprise.

You pull another folder from the box but this time it’s dated back to seven years ago when domestic violence complaints first started getting called in. First piece of paper is pulled out and you continue to read.

“Complaints of screaming, excessive cussing from two of your neighbours, January 16th 2004, yet again complaints of screaming, cussing and loud bangs July 25th 2004, sudden screaming and what sounded like a heavy piece of furniture falling March 16th 2005, same thing November 21st and 25th, Glass shattering, shouting police are called but nothing gets further done August 2006″ you pause from your reading and look him dead in the eyes.

Left hand rubs forehead

Another folder.

“April 2007 a warrant was issued for your home for suspected possession of substances, charges dropped. Any further domestic violence complaints or charges were dropped after May that same year until September 2009 when your wife was sent to hospital with critical injuries; the matter was under further investigation until early January of 2010 when you wrote a cheque for $14,000 to get those charges dropped and cleared”

Hand rubs scars, obviously a nervous habit picked up after the incident

The man shifts in his seat again “Don’t think I’ve forgotten because I haven’t” the sentence grinds it’s way through his teeth

You merely relax your posture and speak calmly “Not my record, not my problem” a small smirk sits comfortably on your face. “We know what you did to these women, Nick. This case has your name written all over it.”

From the opposite side of the glass spencer wracks his brain to put all the pieces together “not my record, not my problem” he mumbles to no one in particular. The genius looks back on old conversations only to realise one topic that had never really come up in conversation between the two of you.

“The mother” he says out loud. Confused faces cast their attention to the doctor.

Spencer hesitates “When she talks about the record, she’s talking about her mother”

Emily raises an eyebrow “How’d you figure that?”

Gideon intercepts before his agent can even get a word in “You ever seen a man make scratches like that?”

“Know what I did? My family fell apart, I have no one” His hands slam on the table sitting between the both of you “I bet you don’t even know what you’re talking ab-”

This time it’s your turn to slam the desk

“I know damn well about the four counts of aggravated assault against an officer, the drug possession, the attempted fraud! I know every last fucking bit of it! I know you try to pull my brother in here to charge him with whatever you can! the number of vandalism charges and assault charges don’t even scratch the surface!” anger surges through you and suddenly Spencer has it all figured out.

“So what makes you so clean huh? Why does assault cover your immediate families records but not your own huh?!” He spits at you

You’ve had enough

Quick to stand, the chair you were sitting on suddenly slides back behind you, hands are planted firmly on the top of the table and now you’re standing right over him

JJ jumps back in fright straight into Derek who takes no time to grab her and steady her. Emily and Gideon are speechless, not once has anyone seen you react to something like that. Hotch places a firm hand on Spender’s shoulder which ultimately goes unnoticed. He gets it now.

Colour drains from his face

“I’m better at controlling my temper but I’ll still hit you twice as hard” the words flow out of your mouth so calmly anyone standing outside the door might think you were talking to a frightened child.

Eyes search for any sign of remorse and find none

Garcia calls Derek’s phone to let him and the team know that while Ellie had escaped, Nick got sloppy and left something behind.

Gideon’s voice filters through your earpiece “DNA was found on Ellie”

You can’t help but smile

“Your DNA has just been found on your most recent victim Nick, you’ve got nothing left”

Got him.

The box of files is in your hands when you walk out of the interrogation room and practically body slam your boyfriend. Kind eyes look down at you pleadingly “Got given the all clear to go home, do you want to have a chat?” the sentence is just above a whisper but the genuine worried expression etched upon his face is all you need to know.

Spencer starts the engine before driving out of the carpark and onto the road. Thick silence sits in the air and all of a sudden the car feels to small even though you are the only two in it. Mindlessly picking at your fingernails means you didn’t notice Spencer pulling into the McDonalds drive through to order two hot fudge sundaes with extra topping - your tradition after a particularly difficult case. He wordlessly hands you the tray while he picks the furtherest car park in the parking lot and stops the car. You hand him his ice cream and noticing his chewed nails you grab his hand.

“Spence”

“Watching you in there today was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do but knowing that you felt like you couldn’t come to me based off of the fact that you thought I-I would be upset or angry or not understanding was something that I don’t know how to deal with” He grabs the ice cream tray off of your lap and places them in the cup holder before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning his full attention to you.

“Y/N you mean the world to me, truly you do, I can’t think of anyone else in this world I would want to spend the rest of my life with so I’m telling you now that I love you unconditionally and I want you to know that even if that didn't happen today and you didn't feel like you would be able to tell me about your family I would happily wait for as long as you needed me to until you felt like you were ready for that and I’m sorry that he felt the need to say it in front of myself and our team.

His hands are cold against your flushed face and you flutter your eyes closed momentarily before looking hime in the eye.

“I didn't want this to affect my work life or the opinions of our team or your opinion of me I was- well I- I hid it because I want to prove to people that I can come from a household like that and still be a good person. a good agent” your confession made his eyes glass over and his smile soften.

“You have proved yourself time and time again to not only me but to the team. You handled it so well today even after what he chose to say to you. Y/N I am so unbelievably proud of you and the person you are, nothing is going to change that” His thumb stroked your cheek before he giggled to himself

“Plus telling him that you could hit him twice as hard was pretty hot I’m not gonna- hey! no! I’m being serious”

The sound of your laughs filled the car and the once heavy feeling was now light and airy when he brought your lips to his.

“Spence, these ice creams are gonna melt and I want to eat them”

#long reads #spencer x y/n #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #doctor reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #pegswrites

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blueberrywonho · 4 years

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Monsta X Reactions-

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“Hii, lovely Blog owner ~ I have a request for you. How about a Monsta X reaction to their (S/O) being needy for love?^^ You don't have to write this, if you don't want to~ I hope you are healthy and safe! Love ya~💗”

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Changkyun

Needy for attention: He would definitely chuckle when you show him your pout. He absolutely loves it. He would pull you into his lap and tease you by mocking your pout right back at you, and then laugh afterwards as he hugs you really tight.

“You’re so cute; come here.” 🐺

Needy for sex: Another mood he absolutely loves. He likes making you beg and whine for what you want. Expect a lot of teasing as he whispers in your ear. He wants to hear your frustration.

“You want me to touch you there, baby? Hmmmm I don’t know...” 🐺

Jooheon

Needy for attention: Jooheon himself is constantly craving your affection so he loves when you reciprocate that feeling. His dimples are constantly in full bloom from all the smiling you cause. He especially likes it when you wake him up by squeezing him tight and whining for him to wake up.

“I’m sleepy, baby. You miss me that much? Let me hold you.” 🐝

Needy for sex: Joo goes from sweetheart to beast immediately when he sees that look in your eyes. He knows what you like but still wants to hear you say it, and he never disappoints.

“Lay down, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” 🐝

Hyungwon

Needy for attention: Telling him you need more causes him to jokingly smother you until you start laughing. He’ll squeeze you tighter and kiss your neck aggressively while tickling your sides.

“You miss me? YOU MISS ME?! What about now?” 🐢

Needy for sex: He won’t pick up on these hints right away and when he does his eyes will get incredibly wide while his mouth drops open. He’ll want to watch you pull him towards the bedroom and his heart rate will sky rocket.

“You want me bad, huh?” 🐢

Wonho

Needy for attention: Wonho is another who likes showing his own affection so he’s a smiling mess when you need him. He likes taking extra time to comfort and kiss you in case you were actually upset about the lack of love. Running his thumb over your cheek while kissing you is one of his favorites.

“You’re mine, honey. Look at how beautiful you are.” 🐰

Needy for sex: Wonho is a pleaser and this doesn’t change when it comes to sex. Show him what you need with touching and guiding his hands where they need to be, and he’ll lose his mind.

“That’s my girl. Hold still and let me taste you.” 🐰

Shownu

Needy for attention: His face would blush slightly red as you wrap your arms around him from behind, but he loves it. He feels safe enough with you to let his guard down and show his own needs, but it makes him feel super important that he can make you happy. He likes it when you corner him randomly and demand a kiss.

“Another one? Of course sweetie.” 🐻

Needy for sex: Shownu is always willing to explore your body and your need for him to do it excites him. He likes it when you take the lead and watches you while you satisfy your craving, but not for long.

“Let me, baby. I think you need it harder.” 🐻

Minhyuk

Needy for attention: Min will joke with you and tell you he gives you plenty of attention, and refuses to give more. His tone is playful and you know eventually you’ll get your way. Pretend to cry and his weakness is found.

“No no no. Angel, stop that. I’ll love you, come here.” 🐶

Needy for sex: Minhyuk takes this as the opportunity he’s been waiting for. He will never deny you an opportunity to feel good and you’ll barely get out one plea before he’s all over you.

“You don’t need to tell me twice, babe. Bend over.” 🐶

Kihyun

Needy for attention: Expect to be teased a lot while he smirks at you. His cocky demeanor is elevated with every beg. The teasing is brief; just enough to make your need higher before he gives you want you really want.

“I’m always here, love. Don’t worry.” 🐹

Needy for sex: Completely different story. He shows you no mercy. You’ll be begging on your knees for him to touch you, and he’s enjoying every minute of it. He lives to watch you squirm only so he can relish in the thought of what you’ll do once he does touch you.

“Stay down there, and open your mouth. Behave and maybe I’ll touch you tonight.” 🐹

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years

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You Owe Me (Reese x Reader)

Character: Reese Wilkerson (ft. Malcolm, Stevie, Dewey, Hal, Lois & Jamie)

Fandom: Malcolm in the Middle

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: You Owe Me

Summary: Y/N seems to see something in Reese that everyone else ignores, so she tries to be nice to him. Things complicate, however, when she realizes that people might not be as wrong as she thought about Reese.

I just couldn’t understand. The more I stared, the more confused I became. I had seen it, Reese was aggressive and sometimes even cruel. He was a bully sometimes. Why did I find him so interesting? Why was it that, even as I watched him chuckle to himself while doodling on that text book, I still wanted to hang out with him?

A voice I recognized got me out of my thoughts as I finally spotted Malcolm and Stevie eating lunch at a close by table. I leaned off the wall and headed their direction.

We weren’t really that close, but they were the ones I got along with best. Especially now that Dabney, Lloyd, Kevin or Cynthia weren’t there. I felt inhibited with so many intelligent people.

“Hey, guys” I called them, earning curious glances from them. “Mind if I sit with you?”

“Go… ahead” Stevie replied with a small smile that I reciprocated.

“Hey, Y/N” As all response, Malcolm moved his bag so I could sit down with them. “Don’t you sit with your friends?”

“Let’s just say that they’re not really my friends…” I glared in their direction as they boisterously laughed in my absence. “Especially behind one’s back”

“Sorry to… hear that…” Stevie said, making me look at them again instead of my ex-friends.

“Yeah, what happened?” Malcolm asked me as well.

“Never mind that, I’m with you now” I showed them a cheerful smile and shrugged. “Forgive me if my conversation isn’t too interesting, though, I’m not as smart as you two”

Both Malcolm and Stevie mumbled humble replies, slightly flustered by my compliment.

“Hey” I hadn’t noticed Malcolm’s brother had walked up to us.

“Hi, Reese!” I waved at him, earning only a brief glance and a reluctant wave back.

“Give me your book” He demanded from Malcolm, who rolled his eyes.

“What’s wrong with yours?”

“I got artistic, but didn’t realize I was using permanent marker”

When Reese opened his book to a random page and showed us his masterpiece, I giggled at the sight. It was full of goofy doodles like rockets, skateboards, skulls, pirates and even some comical stick figures fighting like ninjas. He heard me laughing and dedicated me a cute toothy grin filled with amusement and pride in his work.

“Don’t… encourage him” Muttered Stevie.

“I’m not giving you my book!” Malcolm complained. “Just because-“

He was interrupted by his brother as he stole the bag from Malcolm, grabbed his book and then punched him in the arm.

“Thanks!” Reese then proceeded to leave like nothing had happened, with his brother’s unpainted book.

What went on in his mind? What was behind all that goofiness and violence and why couldn’t I pinpoint it? Even worse, why did he fascinate me like that?

I watched him as he walked away grinning, satisfied with the outcome of the scene. I still couldn’t understand why I found him so interesting. Maybe because he was oddly charming, or just because he was a mystery to me.

The next day went on as usual. My stupid friends pretended like I didn’t even exist, and I didn’t know if that was worse than knowing they insulted me behind my back. Whatever, I knew I could hang out with Stevie and Malcolm and they wouldn’t mind. Maybe I couldn’t talk about science or math with them, but we did chat about TV, videogames and comics.

I walked into Reese on my way out, right after the bell rang announcing the end of the classes for the day. We hadn’t really interacted much other than because of our mutual connection with Malcolm, but I smiled at him like I always did.

“Bye, Reese!” I waved at him, and he frowned as usual. This time, however, it wasn’t the only thing he did.

“What are you up to?” He exclaimed, holding me by the shoulders and shaking me.

“What?” I was confused by his sudden outburst and tried to get away from his grip, but he was really strong.

“Why are you always so nice to me?”

“And why not?”

“Tell me!”

“You’re hurting me…”

Reese paused and let go of me, watching me intently. His greenish eyes focused on me with suspicion. I took a step back, staring at him as well and waiting for his next move.

“Bah…” In the end, Reese rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving me alone.

A part of me shouted that maybe people were right about him. Maybe he was a little crazy and was nothing but a bully. A small side of me, however, looked into his behavior without really meaning to. Maybe he was so used to people being mean to him that he was suspicious when someone was nice for a change.

“Don’t let him intimidate you” Malcolm’s voice startled me as he had arrived behind me without me noticing. “You’re smarter than him”

“I’m not that smart”

“You’re still smarter than him”

I stared at Malcolm, surprised that his own brother talked like that of him. I shook my head, knowing that their family dynamic wasn’t really my business. I sighed and continued on my way outside the building, with Malcolm walking next to me.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, still confused about his reaction. “I just said ‘bye’ to him!”

“He’s paranoid” Malcolm tiredly explained. “He thinks you’re going to pull a prank on him or something”

“Just because I’m nice”

“Yup… Why are you that nice, by the way?”

“I don’t know, I just want to be!” I shrugged, self-consciously pushing the books I carried against my chest. “I think he can be sweet too… Deep down…”

To my surprise, Malcolm broke out in loud guffaws of laughter. After a few seconds, he looked at me and slowly calmed down.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Okay, maybe deep deep down… But still…”

“Look, Y/N, you’re really nice” He put a hand on my shoulder. “But I think you’re too nice to think that highly of Reese”

“He’s your brother!” I complained, shocked that he spoke like that.

“Yeah, and I will always defend him” Almost like he was surprised by his own words, he looked around to make sure no one heard. “But… don’t tell him I said that”

“What…?” I stuttered as he left. “But I thought… You said…”

That family sure was weird. But maybe that was why I was so drawn to them.

I couldn’t get Reese off my mind for some damn reason. Random moments of watching him goof around school kept popping up in my head. Like that time he squirted water in his mouth using a tiny water gun. Or the day I surprised him singing the catchy song to a commercial, he interrupted himself to say hello back to me, and continued. And how every time he did one of those things he chuckled or giggled to himself. I found him to be… endearing, adorable even.

I still didn’t let him take over my life, he just piqued my curiosity, that was all. But I continued with my day to day as usual, not being all that bothered when I bumped into him. Instead I kept hanging out with Malcolm and Stevie, went to class and forgot about him. Until one day he made me focus on him by the force.

I was walking around on my free period, taking in the tranquility of the school playground without all the people talking, shouting and laughing. But I guess he either had a free period as well or just skipped class, because Reese was there too.

“Hey, Y/N!” I heard his voice calling me, so I turned around to face him.

“Ah!” I squeaked when I was instead welcomed with something hitting me hard.

Something exploded over me, falling onto my head. When it did, it covered me with a gooey substance that spread through my clothes and stuck to my hair. I immediately heard him cracking up, coming to meet with me.

I was confused, but overall I was angry.

“You should have seen your face!” He pointed at me, holding his stomach as he continued laughing.

“Reese, you dumbass!” I pushed him with so much force that he lost balance and fell on the floor. “What was that for?!”

“Ha!” He said, even as I towered over him sitting on the ground. “That will teach you!”

“Teach me what? To hate you like everyone else?” I hoped my intense glare would pass on to him how absolutely furious I was since I couldn’t put it into words being so rattled.

Reese frowned, remaining silent for a moment, but he recovered quickly and stood up.

“No, to trick me trying to be nice!” He pointed a finger at me again, this time accusatorily.

“Trick you? Trick you?!” I looked up to the sky in exasperation, grunting in annoyance. “Ugh, Reese! You’re a brute and a jerk!”

“I… I…” He was suddenly rattled too.

“Maybe people are right about you” I told him before I stomped away.

I was glad that people were in class and the hallways were empty, otherwise they would all have laughed at me and maybe even give me a weird nickname that would haunt me for years. I made it to the bathroom and watched my reflection in the mirror to analyze the damage.

I spent at least fifteen minutes in the bathroom, trying to get that goo off me. My clothes were completely ruined and I would have to throw them away, it was impossible to clean them no matter how many times I put them in the washing machine. But I had managed to mostly get it off my hair. When I was rinsing it for the third time, a knock came to the door.

“Occupied” I bitterly said to whoever was trying to get in.

“Y/N, it’s me, Reese” I rolled my eyes even if he couldn’t see me through the closed door. “You there?”

I didn’t reply, I was still mad at him. I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but mostly I was upset that I saw something in him that wasn’t there. He wasn’t sweet deep down, he was just cruel. What did I do to him to deserve such prank?

“Can we talk?” He insisted, knocking again. “Y/N?”

I continued giving him the silent treatment, even if a part of me wanted to shout at him and tell him to go away. The only sign that I gave him that I was still there was the sound of the water running.

“At least let me talk to you, you don’t have to say anything” His voice sounded genuinely regretful, almost… vulnerable. It was the softest I had heard him speak.

Malcolm was right, I was too nice. Heaving a resigned sigh, I turned to the door.

“Come in…” I budged, willing to at least let him, maybe to punch him in the arm.

“I can’t, it’s the girls bathroom” In any other moment, I would have found that comment cute. But not then, I just felt aggressiveness towards him at that moment.

“What a shame” I sarcastically replied, focusing on my reflection in the mirror again.

“Please, Y/N, I… I’m sorry!” He stuttered for a moment until he recovered. “You’ve been so nice, I want to apologize!”

I hesitated for a moment, but in the end I walked to the door and opened it. Reese jumped up when we were suddenly face to face, but before he could say anything I returned to my spot in the sink. He stood in the doorway, staring at me as I wrung water off my hair.

“I didn’t mean to do it” He began saying effusively, still not trespassing the threshold.

“Then why did you, huh?” I eyed him for a moment before returning to the task of cleaning my hair. “You seemed to be having fun too…”

“I thought you would find it funny, not hate me!”

“Funny?!”

“Yeah! A friendly prank!”

“How is this funny or friendly, Reese?! How-?” I cut myself before I lost my temper and took a deep breath instead.

“I feel terrible…” I wanted to believe him, but now I was too wary of him. Especially since his hands were behind his back and it felt like he was up to something.

“Why did you do it?” I tiredly asked him, trying to keep myself calm.

“I… I just wanted to get your attention!”

“You already had my attention!”

“Really?”

“Yeah… But maybe now you’ve lost it…”

A very awkward silent settled, and Reese fidgeted in the spot. Then he finally put his hands in front of him, so I feebly glanced at them.

“I made another one” He held a big water balloon, presumably filled with the same disgusting substance from before.

“I swear, Reese, if you throw it at me, I will-“

“No, it’s for me!”

“What?”

“Then we’ll be even”

He showed me that wide cute grin again and I swore under my breath, hating to be so vulnerable to its charming nature. I watched the balloon in his hands, considering the payback opportunity.

“It will get all over your clothes” I warned him, walking closer.

“I know” He calmly shrugged as I closed the distance between us.

“Wouldn’t you get in trouble with your parents if you went back home looking like this?”

“I don’t care”

Once we were at arm length distance from each other, I paused dramatically.

“What about your hair?” I carefully studied his reaction, even if it was a late one.

“I…” He gulped, and there was clear agitation both in his features and his voice. “I-I don’t mind”

I stared at him, but he did not falter. I looked at his hair, realizing how perfectly styled it was. He probably spent a long time spiking it every day. Moving slowly, I took the balloon from his hands, but even then he did not back down.

“Yes you do” I gave him the balloon back. “You love your hair”

“Just do it, Y/N” He returned it to me, setting his hands over mine with determination to convince me. “It’s only fair”

I cocked an eyebrow and lifted the balloon over my head. Reese shut his eyes tight, bracing for the impact. He really was willing to let me do it to make it up to me!

Feeling too guilty to go through with it, I turned around and threw it at the sink instead. Reese gasped at the sound of the balloon exploding, but opened his eyes to see how the gross contents of it were spread all over the inside of the sink.

He gawked at me, blinking repeatedly as he assimilated what I had just done. Or rather, what I hadn’t done.

“Why didn’t you…?” He began, showing me a cute confused frown that reminded me of a puppy. Damn him and whatever I saw in him.

“Look, that I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I actually hate you” I sighed, smiling at him. “And I shouldn’t have said that either, I was just angry”

“Say what?”

“That you’re a dumbass… It’s not true, you’re not dumb”

He smiled, but instead of that toothy wide grin of his, it was a much smaller but much sweeter one. It looked more genuine and serious than the other goofy grin.

“Thanks” Reese finally said, and I smiled wider too.

For a moment, we both stayed silent, staring at each other. Then he suddenly took his plaid shirt off, leaving him in a yellow T-shirt, and handed me the plaid one.

“What are you doing?” I said before I considered taking it.

“Get changed” Reese energetically shook it until I finally took it from him. “Then at least you don’t have to wear that gross wet shirt”

I chuckled when he turned around to give me a little privacy. It was just that, gestures like those that told me that Reese was something more than what people thought he was.

“Fine” I grabbed the hem of my shirt, but stopped before pulling at it. “Don’t peek”

“I won’t” To reinforce his statement, Reese covered his eyes even if he was still facing his back to me. “I promise”

“Good” I quickly took my shirt off and put it over the sink as I put my arms over the sleeves of his plaid shirt. “If you do, I’ll punch you in the face”

“Good one” Reese laughed, thinking I was joking. I didn’t blame him for not taking my warning seriously, though, I wasn’t exactly threatening.

As I buttoned up the shirt, I noticed Reese slightly moved his head, tilting it to look over his shoulder. He slowly uncovered his eyes, so I glared at him.

“Don’t you dare” I said to keep him from giving in to the temptation.

“Sorry” He looked straight ahead again, covering his eyes and now also facing the ground.

I watched him carefully as I finished getting changed, and was glad to see he came through. He didn’t move other than to shift his weight from one foot to the other.

Moving to stay in front of the mirror once more, I saw that his shirt kind of suited me. It was a little too big and too long, but I looked okay.

“I know what to do!” Reese suddenly said, breaking the silence. “I’ll cook you dinner!”

“What?” Taking advantage that he still wasn’t looking, I quickly combed my hair as best as I could. “You can turn around now, by the way”

“I’ll cook you dinner!” He excitedly said, now facing me. “To make it up to you!”

I tilted my head, endeared by the sweet thought. I observed him as I rolled up the sleeves so they didn’t cover my hands, but he seemed determined.

“Are you serious? You can cook?” I examined his features, looking for any hints that he was teasing me.

“Yeah!” He nodded, excited. “What do you think?”

“That’s fair, I guess. You kind of owe me one”

“What would you like to eat?”

“I don’t know… Surprise me”

“Great! I’ll pick you up… Wait, I don’t know where you live”

“Do you have a pen?”

Reese held one finger up and proceeded to rummage through his pockets. He pulled out some coins, an empty gum wrapper, a napkin, and finally a permanent marker. Probably the one he used the other day to wreck his book.

I took it from him and wrote my address on his hand. As I did, I felt him staring at me and it made me smile a little. Were we… flirting?

“There” I returned the marker and he grinned widely.

“Cool!” Reese blew on his palm so the ink dried faster. “Pick you up at 8!”

Even if I felt stupid when my cheeks started burning, I couldn’t help but to also be excited myself. It was my chance to get to know him better and spend some time alone with him.

I hoped he hadn’t noticed I was blushing, but my hopes were foiled when he started snickering.

“What?” I averted my gaze, even if he playfully shoved me a little.

“You look small in my shirt” Reese replied, clear amusement in his voice.

“Shut up” I shoved him too, although a chuckle escaped my lips.

When Reese parked the car, I took a look at his house from the copilot seat. It was a medium size house, and the lawn was yellowish and unattended. The house itself seemed a bit messy, but somehow still homey.

We both got out of the vehicle, still silent as we had been since he picked me up. We had only said ‘hello’ to each other. Why were we so awkward all of a sudden? After the moment we shared in the girl’s bathroom, I thought it would be easier to chat with him. But maybe it was harder because of that moment we shared. Our relationship had evolved from being almost non existent to kind of flirty.

“You… You look hot” Was Reese’s attempt to break the heavy silence.

“What?” I mumbled to buy some time, feeling how my cheeks flushed.

“I mean…” Reese scratched the back of his head as we walked to the front door. “You usually look good, but tonight you look great and uh… yeah…”

I bit on my bottom lip as we stopped at the threshold and he occupied himself with looking for his keys. When he found them, however, he stopped before putting it on the lock.

“My parents are gonna love you” He said to change the subject, smiling at me.

“Wait” I put a hand over his arm to keep him from opening the door. “Your parents?”

“Yeah” He shrugged nonchalantly. “They wouldn’t let me have the house, and they insisted on meeting you”

“Your parents” I repeated, feeling overwhelmed to be meeting them.

“Yeah!” Reese insisted, now opening the door and letting me come in.

“O-Okay…” I was just… Why was I nervous all of a sudden? He was probably only introducing me as his friend, nothing more. Did I want to be introduced as something more?

“Dinner’s almost ready” Reese told me, a hint of pride glinting in his green eyes.

“Smells delicious” I genuinely said, because even if I couldn’t tell what there was for dinner, I sure was looking forward to eat it.

“Thanks, I-“ He interrupted himself, frowning as a sudden thought seemed to hit him. “Wait, where’s dad?”

That said, Reese walked away muttering something about his father eating the food prematurely. I stood there, but I laughed a little since it seemed like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“Hey, Y/N” Malcolm greeted me, walking into the room with me. “You look pretty”

“Thank you!” I played with my hair, relieved that at least my appearance was actually good. I chuckled, though, remembering Reese’s way of expressing the same thing. “Reese thought so too”

“Hi!” Someone else said, a slightly high-pitched voice. “You must be Y/N, I’m Dewey”

“Hello, Dewey” I smiled at the younger boy. “Then you must be their little brother”

“Yeah, but Jamie is the youngest now”

“I bet is a pain to have Malcolm and Reese as older brothers”

Malcolm rolled his eyes at me, but his younger brother laughed.

“I like her” Dewey said before returning to the kitchen, where Reese’s voice mixed with a male one that I assumed was his father’s.

I leaned on the wall and Malcolm gently nudged me in the ribs.

“You doing okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You look a bit nervous, I don’t know what gave it away” He grabbed me by the wrist and softly pulled at it, making me realize I had been anxiously chewing on my nails.

“Sorry” I sighed, tightly holding my hands behind my back not to do it again.

“It’s fine” He shrugged casually. “But really, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just… freaking out a little”

“Why?”

“I’m really awkward around parents, you know?” Just thinking about meeting them caused my stomach to churn. I really wanted to make a good impression on them. “I… I just wanted to be friends with Reese and now I’m suddenly meeting his whole family”

“You didn’t expect to fall in love with him, huh?” Malcolm smirked at me, and I gawked at him for a moment.

“I… I’m not in love!” I whisper-yelled, hoping Reese didn’t hear. “Okay, maybe I have a crush, but…”

“Don’t worry” Malcolm chuckled. “I can keep a secret”

“You better, Mr. Smarty Pants” We both laughed at his new fond nickname.

Before he could come up with a witty or sarcastic response, however, a woman approached us.

“Hello! You’re Y/N, right?” I opened my mouth, but she continued before any words came out of my mouth. “I’m Lois, Reese’s mother”

“Hi, Lois, I-“ Without further ado, Lois took me to the kitchen to meet with the rest.

I looked over my shoulder to Malcolm in a silent request for rescue, but he shrugged a little even if with an amused grin plastered on his lips. Lois kept on talking, so fast that I barely understand anything. I caught Reese’s name somewhere in that myriad of words, but that was about it.

“You look like such a nice girl” She patted my back and basically pushed down into the chair. “Sit down, dinner’s almost ready”

The kitchen was a mess of people talking loudly, running around as well as the noise of cooking and plates clinking. Malcolm was the only person to stay calm in that craziness, as he serenely sat down in front of me and picked up a breadstick from a basket at the center of the table.

I thought that Reese could have warned me. A simple heads up would have sufficed, but he preferred to hide the fact that I was having dinner with his parents and brothers. He didn’t tell me that his parents were that eager to meet me either. Nothing.

Now I assumed I was to expect a couple of hours filled with awkward silences as well as lots of embarrassing questions about myself.

“Remind me to kill Reese?” I asked Malcolm, who boringly chew at the breadstick.

“Deal” He managed to make me laugh when he outstretch his hand over the table.

We shook hands to seal the deal as we waited for dinner to be ready.

I tried to be as polite, kind and helpful as possible. I offered to give Reese a hand with dinner, but he wouldn’t let me. The family insisted that I wasn’t allowed to set the table either, I was their guest. So I just sat there, patiently waiting to eat.

When the food was finally on the table, my stomach growled in hunger at the sight of the delicious rotisserie chicken with potatoes and varied great-smelling sauces, as well as the freshly baked bread. Did Reese make all of that himself? I was honestly impressed.

The bunch of us immediately started eating, giving our compliments to the cook for the exquisite feast. Who knew Reese was such a good cook?

Then we started chatting, and so it began. It was pretty insane:

Lois kept talking about how I could be a good influence on Reese and that lately he hadn’t been as reckless, ever since he spent more time with me, all this while the aforesaid complained under his breath.

Hal –the father, he had introduced himself –asked me lots of questions, wanting to know if I was in the same class as Reese and such. At least I assumed he meant to avoid any of those awkward silences I dreaded.

Dewey seemed to be more intrigued about what Reese had done to get me to come, did he threaten me? Had he intimidated me into that torture? He couldn’t understand why I was there.

The little one, Jamie, looked from one to the other in curiosity.

And Malcolm, all the while, was having the time of his life watching the whole thing while I suffered in silence.

“Malcolm” I kicked him under the table and mouthed the following words. “Please. Help”

“Okay” He finally spoke up, smiling in spite of himself. “Mom, dad, leave her alone. You too, Dewey”

“Sorry” Lois sat at my right, patting my arm. “We’re just excited that Reese decided to do something nice for you”

“Yeah, that means you’re quite the catch!” Hal cheerfully added.

“Stop it!” Reese said as he stood up to get the dessert. “You’re gonna scare her off!”

I had to chuckle in spite of it all. After the anxiety inducing start of the night, we were now having a more casual conversation. Then Reese put a soufflé over the table and we dug in too, moved by the delicious smell of his baking creation.

“This definitely makes up for everything” I bumped my shoulder against Reese’s as soon as he sat down to my left. “It was the best meal I ever-“

“Make up?” Lois repeated in outrage. “What did he do?”

“Oh, no…” I uttered, realizing I had messed up. “N-Nothing”

“For the love of god, Reese!” His mother insisted. “What did you do to this poor girl?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He defended himself, even if he wouldn’t meet with her eyes.

“He, uh…” I piped up, wanting to fix my mishap. “It’s kind of silly, really. No biggie, Reese was just…”

“What happened, Reese?” Hal asked him tiredly, but his son didn’t reply.

“He was sitting outside with his legs stretched out, right? And so, uh…” I gulped, seeing as Reese remained silent. “I passed by him, but I was reading a book as I walked and I tripped over his legs. Funny, right?”

“Reese, what did you do?” Lois didn’t buy my story at all.

“I threw a water balloon at her” Reese confessed. “Filled with goo”

“You did what?!” Lois’ volume suddenly increased, so much so that I winced at her shouting. “Are you really that stupid?!”

Reese clicked his tongue but didn’t respond. He didn’t seem surprised, offended or hurt by her words. He just accepted it, like he was used to it. It made me feel bad, that he truly thought himself to be that stupid or useless.

I noticed his elbows rested on his thighs instead of over the table, so I placed a hand over his forearm and squeezed it softly. When our eyes met, I smiled at him and he did too. Then, he didn’t seem all that bothered by his mother’s lecture anymore.

Everything settled down in the end and I ended up having a great time with the Wilkersons while we played charades after dinner. Lois was still convinced that I would do Reese some good sticking by his side since I was such a ‘good influence’ but everyone else relaxed and focused on the game instead of me.

When Reese and I got back in the car so he could drive me home, I was equally relieved yet sad to leave. His family might be a little crazy, but they were genuine and I appreciated them.

“So…” Reese began after a while, keeping his eyes on the road. “How did you like my family?”

“They were cool, but they were a lot”

“I know”

Another moment of silence followed, so I decided to lighten up the tension.

“You still owe me one, you jerk”

“What, why?”

“For what you just put me through!”

“You’re right”

“And… Wait, that’s it? No buts?”

“No, I should have told you as soon as I knew we wouldn’t be alone, but…” Reese frowned saddly. “I didn’t want you to get mad or not come. It was stupid, I’m sorry”

“Reese, you’re not stupid” I wanted him to stop feeling like that. “Maybe you’re not as… harmless or sensitive as I expected you to be, but you’re not dumb”

“What do you mean?” He pretended to be nonchalant, but I noticed how tightly he gripped the steering wheel.

“Just because you do stupid things, that doesn’t make you stupid”

“Why are you saying this?” Reese stopped the car, and I realized we had arrived.

“Because I know you think you are and I don’t want you to” Flustered by what I was admitting, I watched my house through the window. “Just because people say it, you don’t have to believe it”

He might not be the brightest, and he was a bit of a brute sometimes. But I had seen he could be sweet too, maybe even sensitive. He was just a bit of a mess, but then again so was I. After all, I knew what it felt like to have no friends, or to be judged by people. Or to hide my true feelings behind a facade. Mine was too nice, his was violent.

“What do you say we try this again some time?” Reese interrupted my train of thought. “Alone”

“No families?” I smirked, teasing him for the night we had just experienced.

“No families” He grinned, turning to face me completely.

“That sounds nice”

“Great”

“It’s a date”

“Yeah, and it’d better be amazing”

“Why’s that?” I frowned, pausing when I realized he was smirking at me now.

“Because, as I said, you still owe me, remember? And-“ I was cut abruptly when he let out a mischievous chuckle, and his lips suddenly covered mine.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but it was surprisingly tender and filled with emotion and I treasured every milisecond of it. When we broke away, we looked into each other's eyes. In the end, I chuckled happily and so did he.

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good boy, chimmy (m)

➾ werewolf jimin x reader

➾ 4.3k

➾ a series of drabbles for the dark side of the moon

➾ warnings: pregnancy sex, facefucking, oral sex, cumplay, slight degradation, dom!wolf jimin... slight crack.

➾ summary: jimin turns himself into his wolf form just as your parents are over to visit. hilarity ensues

➾ a/n: it’s been a year since dark side came out. i wanted to thank you all for giving me so much love and support and continue my tradition of a jimin fic on my birthday. i dont like birthdays much, so i thought i’d spend it writing a gift for all of you whom i love and treasure so much. thank you for making me feel less lonely.

on this day forth, it shall be a good day! love, addie

“Oh my god, you are so whipped for her. So. Fucking. Whipped.” Taehyung can’t stop himself from laughing as he plops down on the sofa. “You stopped eating raw meat because it makes her throw up? How do you even live?”

Jimin rushes to put his hands over your belly and shoot him an irritated glare. “Language! They hear everything. If my children start swearing instead of crying the moment they come out, it’ll be on your head. And I’m not sure I can stop myself from tearing into you-“

“Enough, oh my god,” you brush Jimin’s hands away and peel your shirt away from your body. These days it seems as if your body temperature is always sky rocketing; you’re always covered in sweat and wishing you were wearing less clothes. As a result your temper has been shorter than usual, and the thought of having at least 9 months to go makes you want to throw up.

Would your gestation period be longer or shorter since you fucked a werewolf? How many of Jimin’s bastard babies are in your stomach right now? What is the most painful way you can make him suffer for landing you in this state?

It’s safe to say that the tables have turned now. More often than not Jimin finds himself tiptoeing around you, the alpha in him strangely subdued and content just to submit to whatever your heart desires. Running back and forth to get you late night cravings of fries and ice cream, cutting out raw meat from his diet altogether, and even making sure he showers twice before coming back from a hunt so that he doesn’t reek of blood and animal remains.

“Don’t provoke him, you know how he gets when he’s all pissy,” you warn Taehyung as you push yourself to your feet. “And you guys need to leave. I appreciate all the help, but my parents will be here in less than 10 minutes, and…”

“Can I touch?” Jungkook looks up at you with those sparkly doe eyes of his, hands hovering over your still flat belly. Granted, the punk has more manners than most, asking for permission is more than you expected of him. He looks entirely fascinated with your pregnant state, even though it hasn’t progressed enough for there to be any visible changes yet.

“Sure, go ahead,” you sigh, and Jungkook gently places his palm over where he thinks your womb is. You have to put your hand over his and move it from your ribs down to your lower belly, barely biting back a giggle.

“Hmm… doesn’t seem like there are too many in here,” he remarks. “If you’d let me do the job, I’m sure you’d be showing by now. And I’ll make sure to give you at least triplets, at least… I was thinking maybe eight?”

Jimin snarls a warning in his throat, and you glance over at him warily, silently bidding him to stand down. Jungkook is not a threat, he’s just insubordinate and a rude little punk who doesn’t know better.

“Thank God I didn’t pick you,” you roll your eyes, pushing his hand away when you decided you’ve had enough of him. “I’m not sure I could survive that ordeal.”

“Which one? The baby making or the giving birth?” Jungkook grins cheekily, and this time Jimin really lunges across the room for the youngest, bicep tight against his throat and teeth bared.

Children. You’re living with a bunch of children.

Checking your watch, you realise you really don’t have much time left to let them roughhouse with each other like this. Clearing your throat loudly, you manage to slide your body in between the two males, and it works because they are hyper aware of your state. These days they all treat you like you’re as fragile as glass, and you can’t say you appreciate being coddled and drooled all over by three large dogs, but you know when to use it to your advantage. Jimin and Jungkook immediately freeze, eyes immediately on you to make sure that they don’t accidentally hurt you.

“We can continue this another time, okay?” You bury your hand into Jungkook’s collar and push your chin toward the door, glancing at Taehyung for a little help. “Taehyung? Would you like to be of assistance, please?”

The older man immediately jogs over to sling an arm around Jungkook’s neck, and then they wrestle each other out the door. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn back to Jimin, only to realise-

The cute, endearing and sometimes bratty Park Jimin is gone, and in his place is a large silver wolf.

“Oh my god, Jimin, wh-“ You press a hand to your mouth to stifle your alarm, knowing full well that high pitched tones don’t sit well with werewolves. You have no doubt that Jimin would never hurt you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hurt himself. “Why did you change?”

The silver wolf only shakes his head and grunts in annoyance, pacing around the living room in a manner that conveys his thoughts just as clearly as if he’d spoken. His muscles are rippling with pent up aggression as he moves around the room at a rapid pace, fur rustling in the breeze of his own making.

That stupid bastard Jeon Jungkook. I swear I’ll rip his throat to pieces one of these days…

You sink down onto the sofa with a sigh, massaging your temple. Jimin immediately comes over and presses his nose to your face in concern, his wet nose making you grimace as he sniffs your neck. Jimin busies himself with checking you all over to make sure that you’re alright, anger from a few moments ago forgotten. He sits quietly at your feet, one large paw resting gently on your knee as his gunmetal eyes focus on you intently.

“This isn’t funny, Jimin. Change back now. My parents will be here anytime soon. So you need to get your anger under control, or else-“

Then, the unimaginable happens. The doorbell rings.

Jimin’s ears perk up immediately, and he beings bounding around the room in great strides. He is clearly panicking, and this is not helping things. He won’t be able to change back into his human form if he’s emotionally distressed, and your parents are right outside the door. He stops in the middle of the room and turns to you, eyes wide and you can see the very real, very human look of panic in his wolfish eyes.

What should I do now?

“J-just stay there. Sit. Sit like a good boy.” You raise a stern finger to him. Normally Jimin would have you over his knee and give you the spanking of your life for daring to treat him like a common household pet, but even this time he recognises that he’s in the wrong. He dips his head guiltily, eyes occasionally darting up to catch a glimpse of you.

You turn your back to him and head over to the door, opening it just a crack.

“Oh our lovely daughter!!!! We missed you so much, let me see your belly!” Your mom squeals immediately, pushing the door open wider so that she can see your entire frame. “You’ve grown so much bigger since the last photo you sent us!”

Your dad stands behind her with a pleased smile, watching as you’re engulfed into a hug.

“Um actually… I haven’t started showing yet,” you mumble into your mom’s hair, but it goes ignored as she fusses over whether you’re wearing warm enough clothing, whether you’re eating enough, things like that. To stop her from going on her tirade, you invite them both to come in with a strained smile.

“Oh of course! I brought some side dishes. And I’ll cook dinner tonight, so you just sit back and relax- OH MY GOD!!!!!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT THING?”

You wince and resist the urge to cover your ears. Following your mom’s line of sight, you see Park Jimin sitting quietly in his wolf form, ears laid back in submission and clear, lurid eyes following your every move. Your eyes linger on the huge wolf for a second, begging him silently to be on his best behaviour, and as if reading your thoughts, Jimin puts his head on his front paws, wagging his tail ever so slightly in what he thinks is a good imitation of a real dog.

“It’s… um… it’s just… my dog!” You laugh nervously, patting your mom’s shoulder. “I didn’t tell you? I adopted a dog! His name is… he’s Chimmy.”

“God, honey no! That’s not a dog, it’s… it’s… it’s MASSIVE!” Your mom backs away from Jimin, her eyes wide as she glances at your dad. “Tell me that isn’t a dog. Tell me I’m seeing things.”

Jimin makes a small whining noise in the back of his throat as he blinks at you. You immediately rush over to cradle his large head in your arms, sinking into his thick fur as you press a kiss to the top of his head. “You hurt his feelings! Isn’t that right, Chim? Good boy, good dog.” You scratch him under the chin and behind the ear, and Jimin closes his eyes in pleasure.

He pushes his nose into your neck, scenting you like he always does. Your smell always helps to keep him calm, and Jimin can’t take any chances of not being on his best behaviour, especially when your parents are around. Jimin extends his tongue to lick all over your face, following his instincts to try and lick the inside of your mouth and cover you in wet dog kisses to show you just how much he loves you.

Unfortunately you don’t care much for the smell of his breath, and you push his head away, making Jimin whine.

Your dad approaches carefully, eyeing Jimin’s massive paws and the muscles that ripple under his thick silver coat. Reaching out a hand, he touches Jimin’s shoulder cautiously, and his hand sinks into the thick luxurious fur. “He’s big, isn’t he? He’s almost the size of this entire sofa!”

“Um, well… he’s kinda of the leader of his pack. That’s why,” you watch your dad stroke Jimin’s back and resist the urge to pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming. What a sight to see your father actually stroking your husband on the back like this. This is a secret you’ll have to take to your grave. “Sometimes he can be a little bit bossy, but he just wants to protect me, that’s all.”

Jimin buries his head in your chest and sniffs in mock hurt.

“They don’t like to be looked at when they’re getting pets,” you explain. “But he’s like a lap dog. He just wants all the pets in the world.”

“Well, your mother has never been good with dogs,” your dad comments, giving Jimin a few scratches behind his ear before he stands. “Good lord. I think he’s big enough to carry you on his back, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you smile fondly at Jimin, who is lavishing in the abundance of praise, eyes dancing with mirth. “He’s also a stubborn brat when it counts.”

“Where’s Jimin anyway?” Your mother questions, looking around for your husband. “I was looking forward to seeing him. That man. So handsome. Your babies will be absolutely gorgeous!”

At the mention of his name, Jimin perks up and sits straight, ears pricked and tail wagging, obviously over the moon after hearing your mother praise him to the heavens. You have to dig a hand into the scruff of his neck to remind him what form he’s currently in right now.

“He’s um… he just… he’s in his study taking a conference call,” you hastily make up an excuse. “It was last minute, so he told us to go eat without him.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll get started on dinner,” your mother shrugs and turns to head for the kitchen. “You just put your feet up and rest. I don’t want to see you on your feet for longer than necessary, young woman!”

Jimin barks softly as if to agree, nudging you with his nose in order to get you to sit down, lying down at your feet to cushion them with his soft fur.

Your father takes a seat next to you and reaches to turn on the television, but you have a better idea. A sly smirk spreads across your face as you smooch at Jimin to get his attention. Take this as pay back for all those times he’s ever thought he was the boss of this household. This should knock that stupid alpha pride of his down a peg or two.

“Chimmy, you wanna show us some tricks? Hmmm? Good boy, you’re such a smart little dog aren’t you?” You grin, reaching out your hand to Jimin as he sniffs at you in distaste, turning his head away.

“What kind of tricks can he do?” Your father is interested now, turning his attention to watch as Jimin sulks moodily.

“All sorts of things! He can roll over, for one. Chimmy, roll over! Show me your cute little tummy!” You nudge Jimin with your leg, and he glances at you with annoyance that’s plain as day. “Roll over now!”

Reluctantly Jimin flips over onto his belly, sending you a glare and resisting the urge to bare his teeth at you. When his silver russet belly is exposed, you coo in delight and rub his soft fur, and as annoyed as he is right now, Jimin can’t help but close his eyes in pleasure, enjoying your touch on his skin. Before he realises that he’s submitting to you like some commoneplace house dog, and-!

Jimin flips back upright again, huffing to himself.

“Ah, he’s a bit fussy sometimes. But he can do more too!” You grin and stretch out your hand. “Chimmy, shake!”

Your father is looking at him expectantly, and Jimin sighs to himself as he heaves a large paw onto your hand, allowing you to vigorously shake it up and down. You are laughing in delight, clapping your hands and praising him for being a good boy. Jimin may have a praise kink alright, but this is most certainlynotwhat he wants.

Annoyed, Jimin heaves himself to his feet to walk away.

“Chimmy, where are you going? Don’t you want to play fetch?”

A low rumble emits from his chest. Fetch. What an utterly humiliating game. For the life of him, Jimin can’t understand why anyone would want to lower themselves like that. Only dogs, being the happy go lucky fools that they are would think it was fun. Wolves, on the other hand, are far more regal, far too majestic to even contemplate such an activity. Running back and forth like some kind of idiot, falling for that age old trick of pretending to throw the ball only to realise that it hadn’t been thrown at all.

Jimin would much rather die than play fetch. It’s far beneath his dignity.

“He loves it, it’s his favourite game,” you’re saying to your father, picking up a slipper from your foot and tossing it across the room. “Fetch, Chimmy!”

The slipper flies past his head into the corner of the room, and Jimin ignores it entirely, opting instead to rest his head on his paws and close his eyes, praying for the night to pass quickly.

The second your parents are out the door, you turn to find Jimin completely naked, human once again, sitting in the dining room chair with his thighs spread apart. He’s not in a hurry to get dressed, rather, he is visibly fuming. His jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and cold, and he pushes his hair off his forehead with a careless hand.

Also, his cock is rapidly hardening under your gaze, and you feel a shiver of terror mixed with arousal run through your veins.

When he speaks, his voice is completely ice cold, a harsh tone that you recognise as his alpha’s voice. “You had fun today, didn’t you, princess?”

Swallowing nervously, you take a few steps towards him and reach for his shoulders to appease him, massaging his tense muscles. “Oh come on, it was just harmless fun. Need I remind you that it was you who decided to change in the first place-“

“I really don’t feel like listening to your excuses today,” Jimin sighs as he reaches down to stroke his cock, already leaking a clear fluid. “You know what happens to spoilt brats. Get down on your knees. Where you know you should be.”

His commanding tone immediately sends a jolt of arousal right down to your core, and you scramble to obey, shifting onto your knees in between his thighs.

“Show me your tongue,” Jimin demands, continuing to stroke himself leisurely.

You stick out your tongue for him, wiggling it mischievously, and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your semantics. Properly chided and a little ashamed, you fix your eyes on your alpha as your tongue readies itself to be nothing but a bed for his cock. Jimin tugs you forward by your hair so that his tip touches your lips, smearing his precum everywhere across your cheeks.

“Take a deep breath now, that’s the last time you’ll get to breathe properly for a while,” Jimin instructs as he taps his cock on your cheek a few times, each harder than the last.

Closing your eyes, you moan at the feeling of him slapping you with his cock. You take a deep breath and open your eyes again, offering up your mouth to be used by your alpha as Jimin smirks at your obedience. He pushes his cock into your mouth, not even giving you a second to adjust as he seeks the back of your throat immediately.

“Mmmm… good girl. Take it all. Take my cock like the naughty little slut you are. You dare make a fool out of your alpha? I’ll fuck your mouth so good you’ll forget your own name.” Jimin grips your throat tightly so that he can feel his own cock. “If you breathe, it’ll be because I allowed you to. If you cum, it’ll be because I made you. Is that clear, bitch?”

You blink twice and moan an agreement as best as you can, and Jimin strokes your sticky cheek in approval, releasing his grip on your throat. He begins to fuck your mouth with wild abandon, closing his eyes as his hips drive his cock down your throat with no mercy. Spit and precum are dripping down your chin, and tears are spilling out of your eyes, but you are loving every second of being used as a cocksleeve for your alpha. Your master, your one and only for as long as you live.

Jimin sinks his cock into your throat for a good five seconds, ignoring your little whines and pleas, and the way your nails dig into his inner thighs. He knows just how far he can push you. Always knows how much you can take, when to make you go that extra mile and withhold oxygen from you for just a few more seconds.

He pulls you off his cock by gripping your hair, and you gasp and sputter, tears rolling down your cheeks and feeling absolutely filthy with the mess that is coating your chin. Jimin pauses with his hand in your hair to admire how fucked out you already look.

“So beautiful. So beautiful, and all mine,” he whispers with a thumb on your lip. His voice has now softened, your punishment over, and he wipes your tears away gently. “Get on the table. I want to eat your pussy. Eat you out so good because you’re carrying my babies so well.”

He helps you with his hands on your waist, scooping you into his embrace and lifting you onto the table effortlessly, pulling down your shorts and underwear. From your point of view, Jimin looks absolutely breathtaking; chest and abdomen covered in a light sheen of sweat, narrow hips lodged in between your legs, his dripping cock twitching just for you. He places his hands on your inner thighs to spread them for him, fingers stroking your puffy lips as he gets down on his knees to worship you properly.

The first hit of his tongue has you crying out, and Jimin doesn’t waste time in toying with yout clit. Flat, rough licks have your breasts arching toward the ceiling, hips struggling in his grasp as he eats you like a man starved.

“You taste so fucking good baby,” Jimin slurps messily, part of his werewolf tendencies when he delves into his raw meats. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant. Couldn’t have picked a better mate to carry my babies so well.” Your juices are all over his chin as he pushes his nose against your clit, tongue dipping into your entrance. “So much sweeter than before. I love eating your pregnant pussy.”

You feel his fingers tease at the edges of your lips, and you whine for him, pushing your hips towards him and demanding for more. Jimin flashes you a devious smirk, kissing your inner thigh before he gives you two fingers right up to the last knuckle, seeking out your sweet spot and making you clench tight around him as stars burst behind your eyes.

“God… you’re… oh god, so good, fuck,” you reach for him and kiss him sloppily on the chin before Jimin readjusts so that you get his lips instead. “Want more, want your cock, now, please.”

“Show me how much,” he demands, pushing your top up to pinch your nipples hard. “Touch yourself.”

You bring your hands up to cup your breasts for him, pinching your own nipples and wincing at the sharp pleasure. Your mouth hangs open sinfully, gasps and moans pouring out as Jimin bends to take one nipple into his own mouth, sucking harshly and occasionally introducing teeth.

“Can’t wait till you’re dripping milk from here,” Jimin pauses with your nipple in between his teeth. “Gonna look so beautiful. Leaking milk from your soft puffy nipples. I’ll lick every sweet drop.”

He detatches his mouth from your breasts, hands sliding down to circle your still slim waist. His fingers dance carefully over the still flat surface, but they still give you goosebumps as Jimin rubs his cock against your lower belly too, covering you with precum. He takes pleasure in leaving your belly all wet and sticky before pushing his cock towards your entrance, parting your lips with his blunt head. Before he can push inside you, Jimin leans down quickly and presses a kiss to your belly button.

“Thank you for carrying my babies,” he whispers against your skin before he thrusts in fully, and you clench around him delightfully, whimpering his name as his cock fucks into you, spreads you wide open.

Jimin doesn’t go as hard now as he did when he was trying to mate you. His thrusts are deep but not as fast, a slow, sensuous pace that tortures your nerves a bright red. The head of him hits your womb gently with every thrust, and Jimin lingers there for a moment, reminding you of how he got you pregnant in the first place, of how this womb now belongs to him, to sire his pups and carry his bloodline.

The aftershocks of your previous orgasm have now grown stronger and stronger, and your walls are quivering around his cock. Mouth wide open and panting his name, you claw at his back, legs wound tight around his hips to keep his cock buried deep in your cunt.

“Jimin, I want to cum again,” you demand with your lips against his neck. “So, so close, please. Want you to cum inside me too.”

Your alpha wraps his hands around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock, his voice deep and reassuring. “I got you baby, just cum all over me. I can feel you dripping on me, just let go and cum.”

With your eyes closed and his cock still thrusting into your depths, you crash down around him, walls convulsing and trying to milk him dry. Jimin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, every thrust of his hips paired with his thumb on your clit eliciting wails from your throat.

“You like this? I’m gonna cum so deep in your pregnant little pussy. Fill you up like I did when I knocked you up. You like that right?” Jimin coaxes as his thrusts speed up. “Like getting filled with cum, that’s why you’re going to be pregnant all the time. My precious little pregnant bitch.”

“Oh yes, yes,” you are sobbing openly into his shoulder now, clutching him close to your body. “Fill me up, cum inside me!”

Jimin lets out a primal roar as his cock twitches inside you, hips driving him deeper one last time against your already occupied womb as he unleashes a torrent of cum, painting the mouth of your cervix white with semen. You lie there with your cunt sore, letting your alpha empty his balls into you as he rides out the rest of his pleasure, hands caressing your rounded hips as he milks his cock dry into your pussy.

He slowly pulls out of your tender cunt, dropping to his knees to lick up the mess as you twitch in overstimulation. You can only lie there boneless, hands reaching for him with a small whine in your chest for him to come cuddle you and take you to bed.

When Jimin scoops you in his arms, you bury your face into his neck. “Good boy, Chimmy.”

#bts #btssmutclub #btsmaknaenet #bangtan bookclub #bangtanwriters-net #bts jimin #bts jimin smut

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lihikainanea · 5 years

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Alright so all the vacation stuff is making me sooo soft! I want this badly! So, just imagine Bill and Tiger walking along the beach where a few shops are, hand in hand because they're so used to it, and one of the locals approaches them and asks if he can take a picture of the cute couple in the sunset for them. I can imagine Tiger vehemently trying to deny they're a couple and Bill just rolls with it because vacation pictures are always amazing.

This is the sweetest thing ever alright? I mean, he probably even dips her and gives her a big old smooch and her leg pops and it’s just perfect.

But look here, I am me, alright? And my mind went in a very different direction and basically, this is why we can’t have nice things.

One of the locals approaches asking if he can take a photograph of the happy couple, except it’s one of those locals on the beach with two gigantic birds on his arms–the biggest fucking parrot Bill has ever seen, and some other terrifying avian demon-maybe a toucan.

And Bill–see, Bill has never really found it particularly important to mention to tiger how fucking terrified he is of birds. Because really the only birds he has come across are annoying seagulls or pigeons but they always keep their distance and are scared of humans and Bill’s fine with that.

But these things, with their beady eyes, their gigantic beaks, their aggressive squawking–Bill is torn between wanting to shield her from danger with his own body, or run the fuck away from these winged demons of Icarus.

So Bird Boy rolls up and Bill just very quietly takes a step back, his heart rate sky-rocketing, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. His eyes are wide as saucers staring at the parrot, until the parrot starts to stare back and then he quickly avoids eye contact and attempts to appear non-threatening in case the fucking thing decides to peck him to death.

But tiger? Tiger is THRILLED because oh my god Bill look at the colours aren’t they pretty?

Bird boy takes the parrot, places it delicately on tiger’s shoulder and if Bill had a baseball bat, that parrot would be nothing but a fucking WHOOSH of bright blue feathers in a half a second. He eyes the talons on the thing, doesn’t know how to save her from imminent death, and is damn near pissing himself. She seems oblivious to his sheer panic, cooing at the bird the size of a fucking Labrador on her shoulder, and Bill is very quickly losing his ability to breathe and is getting lightheaded.

The kicker, though, is when the bird turns its head fully around–Bill is sure he saw that on the Exorcist–looks at him with its beady eyes, and promptly puffs its feathers way the hell up and lets out a loud SQUAAAAAAAAAWK. Bill flails, protecting his head with his arms, and hits the fucking deck with the loudest bang tiger as ever heard.

CLICK

The camera catches tiger and the bird with equal facial expressions, heads tossed back, eyes closed, letting go a laugh so hard she nearly peed herself, while Bill is crouched on the wooden floor of the boardwalk, in fetal position, his arms covering his head.

Tiger frames the photo and even sets it as her lock screen on her phone.

#BFF!Bill #BFF!Bill HC #BFF!Bill headcanon #bill skarsgard #Leilani answers #vacation bill #funny

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vriskaserbet · 5 years

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Sunshine Days.

Summary: (Teenage AU.) During the peak of summer, Cream the Rabbit and Marine the Raccoon go on a date to the local fair- filled with games, food, rides and more. Simple and cute fluff!

Rating: General audience.

Warnings: Nothing!

Characters: Cream the Rabbit and Marine the Raccoon.

Tags: Fluff, romantic fluff, fluff and humor, teenage AU, fair.

Ao3 link: Right here!

Every few moments, the line moved up a few steps, slow and steady. Those in front quickly removed their purses and backpacks, workers swiftly going through each before moving them ahead. After tickets were scanned, only then were they allowed into the fairgrounds. Despite the decent pace, the wait was still rather annoying, especially for the two teenaged girls. They were at the very back of the line, far away from the comforting shade of the trees or the checking booth; the afternoon sun beating down on them.

Cream the Rabbit smiled still, polite and patient as ever, though fanned herself slightly with her hands. She dressed lightly, in a frilly ombre tank top, that began a bright yellow and slowly morphed into a dark shade of orange at the end. She wore white shorts, pairing them with orange heeled sandals. Her sandals had cute white flower decals near the front. She carried a small white backpack on her shoulders, that had a pattern of pastel rainbow ice cream cones on it.

Marine the Raccoon dressed lightly herself, though somewhat more simply. She wore a baggy navy-blue tank top, with large white horizontal stripes as it’s pattern. She wore shorts, black with ripped up holes and completed the look with a pair of beat up blue and white sneakers. Marine, on the other hand, was simply stretching her arms out in the sunlight without a complaint.

“Ah, the summer sun is so beautiful, ain’t it?”

“It is! Though, I can’t wait to enjoy some nice, cool water when we get in…”

“’Course! …Wimp.”

Cream rolled her eyes. “You’re biased.” Marine got close to her face, grinning.

“Now, why’s that?”

Poorly mimicking her accent, Cream replied, “Oi dunno, why don’t you tell me, mate?” Marine let out a bark of laughter, that had the rabbit giggling in reply.

Soon, the two finally reached the checking station. Cream handed over her backpack, the worker quickly inspecting her bag, then returned it to her. Marine got the tickets scanned and soon, hand-in-hand, the two finally entered the fairgrounds.

Cream let out a delighted gasp, with the very front already rather impressive. All around her were various food stands and trucks, selling all sorts of indulgent sweets and delicious meals, with two large buildings to the left and right. The left advertised a petting zoo of a diverse range of animals, both mobian and Earth creatures, while the right advertised an art exhibit featuring local artists. If they were to keep forward, if the faint noise of cheers and screams were any giveaway, they would find the famed rides.

Cream squealed, shaking Marine’s hand, her eyes going everywhere, trying to decide where they should head first. Marine blushed, charmed by Cream’s adorable and infectious enthusiasm.

Marine leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “We got all day, sugar! How ‘bout we start off with gettin’ you some of that water?”

“That would be lovely.”

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The afternoon dragged on slowly, the two girls milking every moment of it, as they set off across the whole park. Marine absolutely had to give the rides a go, starting with her absolute favorite— the pirate ship! She cheered and hollered, while nearly everyone else screamed as the ship rocketed back and forth, nearly touching the sky at its full height. Cream joined in with Marine, though quietly giggling and occasionally letting out a delighted shriek as her stomach dropped low.

Next, the two battled at the bumper cars, getting aggressively jostled around and targeting each other mercilessly. Cream had them ride one of the faster roller coasters, having her arms fully in the air and enjoyed the cool breeze against her fur. Marine tried out the superhero drop, screamed her head off, then insisted they took a break for food.

Cream always tried to keep a good, balanced diet, though decided to make today a cheat day. So, she promptly got herself fried Oreos, a chocolate dipped cheesecake on a stick, a bowl of macaroni cheese mixed with barbequed meat and a giant pile of chili cheese fries to share with Marine. Marine really didn’t know where all that food went inside such a petite rabbit, but didn’t question it; chowing down just as badly as her girlfriend.

To walk off the feast, Cream quickly pulled Marine to the petting zoo. Of course, Cream quickly found the chao section, where they all quickly flocked to her. She particularly paid closest attention to the lone Dark Chao, who seemed to be a huge lap pet. Though, they didn’t ignore the other animals, giving plenty of love to all of the diverse creatures.

Though, there was a moment to pause as Cream found one of the Earth rabbits, who seemed to stare back as well. They moved away to a nearby sheep, as not to make things awkward. After Cream gave the chaos a final pet, Marine headed the way to the art exhibit.

The art gallery was diverse. It had seemed local students, from second grade to senior year, had turned in their art, featured alongside more experienced and professional artists. Cream enjoyed the flower art, Marine enjoyed the portraits and the two shared quiet jokes whenever some sort of anime character appeared suddenly. The two wandered for a bit, Cream admiring the fine pottery, Marine loudly admiring the inexplicable sword display; before rejoining near the photography.

They left, returning back to the rides. Until sunset, the two enjoyed themselves. From the spinning rides, the rides that sent them into the air, to the rollercoasters and the cheesy haunted mansion ride; they wasted no time in going everywhere.

(There was a break, though, when Marine had to take a minute after a particularly fast ride; to ensure she wouldn’t vomit a fried mess all over Cream and innocent visitors.)

As purple overtook the heavy orange of the sky, dusk slowly bringing in the night chill and stars—they finally reached the most important part of the fair.

Winning each other every stuffed animal they wanted.

While Cream certainly adored them with her life, Marine had a huge soft spot for them, especially towards all of the plush sea life. So, when Marine’s eyes sparkled at the sight of a goofy, purple octopus, Cream got herself some baseballs and was ready to knock down some bottles.

From years of traveling, adventuring and fighting alongside Sonic and her friends; Cream had required several physical talents and skills, so throwing an accurate baseball was one of them. Not even the harsh rules of the slightly rigged games got in her way, as all three were knocked down in one hit. Marine hugged her octopus tightly, then hugged Cream even tighter.

Marine was a good shot at the seemingly impossible ring toss game, winning Cream a soft pink bear that had little blue ribbons around the ears. Cream kissed Marine until she flushed a bright pink, her small tail wagging at full speed. They winded up with quite the collection – a red star fish, an angel chao, a little bean-filled crab, a lamb, a rainbow shark, a bug-eyed unicorn and a wonky little whale—before they finally felt they were satisfied with the games.

While the two did enjoy a long ride on the Ferris Wheel, kissing gently and admiring the view, it wasn’t the romantic peak of their date. The fair was finally coming to an end, grabbed themselves a final small vanilla ice cream cone to share and walked to the parking lot.

It was when, despite all their snacking, the two headed to a local burger joint for a quick meal. To Cream’s surprise, Marine insisted they didn’t eat at the place, suddenly inspired. She insisted that she would love it, so Cream trusted her word and carried their bag.

They went back into the car, where Marine took an unfamiliar route on the road, quickly leaving the busy streets for the more quiet, isolated roads. Cream changed the station, a familiar pop tune on the radio.

“Ain’t this Amy’s theme?” Marine asked, well aware it was the song Amy always insisted on singing on karaoke night, blasted in her car and hummed constantly to herself.

“It’s fitting, though! Because…” Cream paused, then cutely winked. “Sweet, sweet, you’re so sweet!”

“UGH, don’t sing it! It’s gonna be stuck in my head the rest of the day!”

“Hmm… alright, I’ll sing something else!”

“How ‘bout something I like, y’know? Like that cool remix that’s like,” she took a moment to put on a deeper voice. “Too Black. Too Strong,” she broke the voice, “And like, it gets this cool chorus and then it goes all,” she hushed her voice, “Wrapped in Black!” Marine happily shrieked. “It’s such a good song!

”Well, I don’t know how I can sing a remix like that, since it’s mostly an instrumental…”

“Ah, useless! What do I keep you for?” Marine joked; unaware Cream had a snarky grin on her face.

“Well then, if that’s what you say… what’s that one song that Silver really likes… ‘cuz every night-

“I’m gonna turn this car around and personally crash it into your mother’s home.” Marine said bluntly.

“…CAUSE EVERY NIGHT! I WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE!”

“NOOOOOO!”

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The romantic peak started as Marine finally stopped the car onto the dirt path, right by a field of grass. Marine opened up her trunk, grabbed a huge blanket and laid it on the trunk of the car, patting it. Cream understood the motion, climbing up the car and laid right next to her. There, they finally unwrapped their burgers and together, ate looking up the stars.

The night sky was gorgeous. It was such a deep, yet vibrant blue, with thousands of sparkling stars in the clear, cloudless sky. The wind was cool, yet not chilling. Cream could feel Marine’s warmth, her soft fur against hers. The moment was quiet, though distant bugs chirped.

After finishing their food, they stayed together, side by side for a long time. Their hands slowly interlocked, Cream resting her head on Marine’s chest, listening to the comforting rhythm of her heart as she gazed upon the cosmos.

“…Marine,” she whispered, though it felt as though she shouted in such calmness.

“Yeah?” she replied, a moment after.

“…Do you think, you and I… can have moments like this forever? Because…” Cream’s gaze flickered to Marine, who locked eyes with her and smiled warmly. “…I want them to. I always want to have these moments with you… and you alone.”

Marine kissed the top of Cream’s head. “We’ll have them forever. Even when we get old and turn into dust, I’m gonna make sure our dust flies to the stars, so we can dance together with them.”

“I love you.”

“I love ya to, sugar.”

The two sighed, content.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #STH #Cream the Rabbit #Marine the Raccoon #Cream x Marine #Marine x Cream #UWAH!!! LOVE THEY

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Synastry Overlays Series Mars (🍇)

Mars in the 1st house overlay: The Hungry lovers

💋Jacques Greene - afterglow💋.

•Now this pairing from the very start will feel like gravity navigating the two of you on a crash course straight towards one another at blinding speed. Mars in this case takes on the energy of Aries-they have an almost insatiable desire for the house person but one of a very blunt and surface level enigma. They find the house person erotic in a very Arian sense and even in a platonic relationship this does add quite a bit of a physical undertone to their interactions. Mars can be more forethought and straightforward when it comes to the house person than they would any other person. They can find themselves craving more raw touch from the house person than they normally would anyone else. And similarly to the 8th house influence due to the nature of mars and Aries the mars persons libido tends to sky rocket here when around the house person. The house person takes on the energy of mars-becoming more in-tune with their own physical attributes their own physical body so to speak. Everything becomes skin to skin and full on for the house person. A desire to seduce and or devour the mars person becomes present. Sex here is very aggressive and abrasive as if both have been strapped down with iron chains unable to act on their desires. Usually for better or worse their is an magnified sexual influence in the partnership.

Mars in the 2nd house overlay: Insatiably stable

🧣Little dragon - only you🧣

“Ooh, ooh, ooh

It was spring

That look, that look you gave

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Rivet us far

Would you let 'em slumber

Whisper the name

Sunrise call

If there's no tomorrow

Just wait all the same”

•I often would see much of the old archetype of planets falling in someone’s 2nd house having to do with how you affect them in terms of their finances and how you better increase or deplete what ever ability they have to gain in this area. Albeit this is true, the second house is also responsible for our self worth, it’s responsible for our desire for touch and our own value in security and what makes us feel this security. Mars here is EXTREMELY profound and places an immense intensity on these matters. The mars person in a sense gains very Tauren attributes when dealing with the house person. They’re both patient and sturdy often more than they’d be with anyone else. They are far more cautious and deeply sentimental towards the house person. I’m a sense they treat the house person as if the house person belonged to them and no one else. Mars can be extremely sexually aroused and attracted to the house persons physical body but not in the way of the 1st house-this is more in a deeply emotional sense. The way the house person is and the way they act is extremely comforting to the mars person and the mars person as a result is often touching and seeking deep intimacy of a sensual nature with the house person as a means to feel secure and to please the house person since this is a earth house. The house person acts as Venus here and despite the inclination they actually tend to take on the more masculine role here be it female or male. The house person is often unconsciously protective of the mars person—refusing to let any harm come their way. The house person is also fiercely loyal as well as easily possessive of the mars person physically and emotionally and can even adopt bull like tendencies when it comes to outsiders coming around mars. The house person craves mars touch and often lures mars in as an attempt to get this sensual touch. The house person takes sex with mars very seriously and since this is the house of Taurus sex often happens constantly and in deep long sessions. Touch and pacing is often the theme. The house person tends to hold off on touching mars back until they feel comfortable as often the house person feels the touch VERY intensely.

Mars in the 3rd house overlay: Are we flirting or fighting?

🐞Frank gamble - J’adore ft abra cabera🐞

“I used to think

Know what you see before you understand

You know in your heart before you know in your head

I used to think

No reason to keep it hidden anymore”

•This overlay generates a high level of friction. The third house and mars together breeds a lot of mischievous energy. The mars person can develop a very gemini like way of pursuing the house person even if they have a mars in a more “feel things” type of sigh like Pisces. Mars tends to have a more blunt and even at times nervous energy towards the house person. The house person in a sense “intimidates” them but in a cute/endearing way! Mars finds the house person both delicate and mysterious like a puzzle without the pieces. The house person stimulates the mars person with practically anything—they just have a very electric effect on the mars person for better or worse. The mars person in most cases especially in the beginning can sense this and tends to do all in their power to maintain a detached persona towards the house person to control the pace in a sense. The house person can be very curious in a mercurial like way about the mars person-often wanting to know it all. The house person usually is since this is a mars overlay we’re talking about here is often aroused by mars mind and how they process the world around them. The mars person can be a bit intense and aggressive when speaking the the house person and the house person can be rather sensitive to this. That being said mars is often very careful with the house person and is constantly adapting for them-while as time progresses the house person gains more courage to speak their mind. Sex here is very “hands on” the mars person can find themselves craving oral sex a lot more than they normally would and both partners will be very energetic sexually constantly moving from position to position. Talking and or dirty taking and speaking in different languages whilst having sex is another manifestation.

Mars in the 4th house overlay: The defensive tango

🐌Mansionair - speak easy🐌

“Can we keep the dialogue

We are falling out of touch

Can we keep the dialogue

For now”

•This overlay similarly to if Pluto was here is more on the overwhelming side of things. The mars person can take on very cancerian qualities, often becoming more undercut and indirect when it comes to the house person. They can feel caged in and seemingly emotionally flustered when it comes to the house person. Their emotions seem to come out sporadically and their desire for the house person fluctuates between sexual and emotional constantly with the emotional desire outweighing the other. Mars can and is very proactive of the house person often taking whatever action necessary to be an emotional wall for the house person whenever need be. The house person is often very lunar with the mars person! Usually nurturing and allowing a safe heaven for the mars person to express their deepest feelings. A lot of the energy for both parties is poured into cuddling and making things comfy. That being said arguments can be heated due to their emotional tendency and old defense mechanisms rooted towards the sign on the house persons 4th house tend to color the relationship for better or worse and both parties will find themselves acting out old patterns from previous episodes in their lives seemingly without their knowing. Sex here is often very intimate and a very private act-you’ll never know when these two are going at it and they love it that way.

Mars in the 5th house overlay: The glass castle ego

🐅Glass animals - life itself🐅

“Come back down to my knees

Gotta get back, gotta get free

Come back down to my knees

Be like them, lean back and breathe…”

•This overlay is normally a very physical overlay. And if it’s not wanted it can be a bit of a nuance for the people involved. Mars usually becomes like a Leo, seeking admiration and praise from the house person no matter how shy the Person. They start to crave the sole attention of the house person wether they realize it or not something in them starts to crave that excitement and fire from the house person. They often become more flamboyant and extravagant in the presence of the house person—seeking to live a bit reckless and make more bold and at times silly decisions in regards to the house person. The house person is often a flattered school boy/girl by mars and often either finds them childish or obnoxiously sweet. The house person often feels a strong desire for the mars person finding them “their type” in a sexual sense. In some cases the house person can even find that their ego is more prevalent when dealing with the mars person. The mars persons drive and sexuality is both alluring and sexy to them and the often find themselves deeply drawn to mars because of this. Mars tends to be more “me me me” during sex with the house person but only because the house person turns them on in such a way-whilst the house person becomes themselves through sex with the mars person! I’ll tell you now sex between these two is loud. Possessive tendencies in true fixed house fashion run very deeply here.

Mars in the 6th house overlay: Submission or Prolonged courting

🌾Tender - Nadir🌾

“With all I’ve done and all I say

I’ve been loving you in a different way

Tried to explain, you wash away the pain

Things were never gonna stay the same”

•ah the 6th house! The house of our daily persona-the respective day to day! The office and the guy you see everyday when you’re walking down the street for your morning jogs. The mars person here in a sense becomes a Virgo-far more observant than a action taker. Far more cat and mouse than outright pursuing the object of their desires. The mars person can be more somber around the house person-often seeing them as someone they have to live up to in a way. The mars person can become easily embarrassed and flustered by the house person! Often it knowing what actions to take to win them over but also in a sense feeling awkward about expressing their more intimate desires! Mars will often be better at speaking through actions than words to the house person. The house person will see through mars plenty of times! They tend to find mars a bit of the shy type and depending on the interaction in most cases the house person finds this very comforting! Due to how genuine and grounded the mars persons approach to romance is! They can find themselves opening up and even relaxing easier around mars and finding it relatively easy to leave things in mars hands! The house person fosters a very deep but slow burning desire for the mars person. The mars person tends to seek to please the house person at all cost sexually while the house person seeks to be pleased in totality. A give in take in sex that’s very as they say “earthy” this can show two people who have a natural sexual chemistry. Also not to be vulgar but this is an anal house both literally and metaphorically so do with that what you will.

Mars in the 7th house overlay: Nostalgia with you

👥SG Lewis - Times we had👥

“What if I never came around the bend

And walked straight into you

Like the stars

Nothin' like a play to shut that down”

•the overlay here produces some veg romantic and warm nature’s sexual attraction between two people. Mars often takes on libra traits towards the house person! Often taking a calmer more flirty approach when it comes to their interactions. Mars often becomes

Far more diplomatic and even more compromising towards the desires of the house person often wanting to do and be anything possible to please the house person best they can. A huge level of romance plays here and mars often finds themselves shooting for the perfect atmosphere when with the house person often finding them both charming and someone that arouses their more hopeless Romantic side. The house person who becomes the higher waves of venus is immensely found of the mars person! Often finding their energies easy to blend with and even sexually alluring. Both enjoy spending time together in a peaceful manner and may even prefer more gentle sex when with one another! Both can be deeply into pleasing one another! And since this is libras house stimulation of the pelvic - butt region is often a theme.

Mars in the 8th house overlay: The angel v demon dynamo

🕷The Neighborhood - Heaven🕷

“There's something 'bout you baby

There's something 'bout the way

Ya got me shaking like a seizure

No mistaking that I need ya”

•ah the 8th house, to say that having this mars overlay is overwhelming would be a understatement! Be it platonic or sexual this can create a very intense undertone to the interactions. The mars person no matter how airy or how earthy their mars gets dropped into a dark pit that is the 8th house. Energies that lie deep and hidden beneath the nook and crannies of the mars person get dragged out to the surface and since this is mars a vast slew of intense sexual desires can be on the forefront and for some this can be both invasive and overwhelming. Mars often(unconsciously) finds themselves drawn to the house person, constantly observing and intensely infatuated and even caught up in the house person and what they do. Mars often expresses this intense need to touch and physically be around the house person via burst of anger or random aggression. The mars person can take on a very intense energy around the house person that others will pick up on but the sheer depth is something that’ll always only exists between the house person and mars. The house person often is the person receiving mars in a heavy way but often holds the level of restraint since they embody Pluto. The house person often feels like the damsel- endlessly caught by mars and his/her strong energy. The house person feels sexy and even in a sense mesmerized by mars and its raw desire. The house person in a sense becomes the moth while mars becomes the blazing flame. Sex between these two if ever allowed is a frighting sight something that can easily become addictive and something that can easily freeze hell over. Mars often takes on a very aggressive and passionate role sexually whilst the house person can in a sense become very wild, like the maiden finally free of her vail. Since this is the house of taboo having a mars overlay here often can show an attraction that’s wrong in some way or like the two of you shouldn’t feel the way you should for one another.

Mars in the 9th house overlay: The optimistic train

🦆Kimbra - sweet relief 🦆

“Gonna need to relax

Take a load off your back

Loosen up your mind

You don't have to try

Feel it up in your spine

We can wait for the... oooh”

•oh boy now this is a friendly and bubbly place for mars! These two often have an easy going chemistry with a bit of the wild and jump the gun sort of tendency! Mars usually takes on more sagittarian traits than they normally would! They become far more straight forward than they would when not around the house person. They want a good time and see it in the house person! The house person almost becomes their version of a bountiful experience in the form of a human being. They can be quite insatiable for the house persons energy and even find the wild and more blunt style of the house person to be sexy so to speak! They can find themselves easily drawn and spiritually connected to the house person! The house person often takes on Jupiter’s energy and loves the more optimistic and childish nature of Mars! Theirs a tendency for both to be slightly arrogant and yes believe it or not despite Jupiter and sag influence their is a tendency for both to be ignorant towards one another as well! That being said they have a lot of energy and are deeply connected both physically and spiritually! Mars tends to crave sex with the house person anywhere they can get it but the fun of it is that it’s always on a whim rather than something thought out! The house person usually has a happy go lucky approach about sex with mars! Lubricants and oils! With a touch of outdoors and office scenes.

Mars in the 10th house overlay: Grouchy foreplay

🐜Alexandra savior - Frankie 🐜

“Babe, you got your villains' car

You got your sleeves rolled up

Anatomical heart”

• its a more cold and detached sort of chemistry here. A meeting between to equally unfocused souls who don’t readily know they want anything at all from one another. This is the 10th house of status after all. Their is a huge focus on security here being that this is an earth house and even more on the slow build up. Being the opposite of the 4th house their is still a focus on the emotional/stability spectrum as far as intimacy is concerned! Mars takes on Capricorn traits often having a more rigid and somber approach to the house person. Mars can seem a bit uninterested and unbothered by the house person to an untrained eye but if one were to really look into mars they would see that the seriousness emitting from mars isn’t discontent it’s merely admiration and care. Mars wants to impress the house person-to captivate them, to earn them. Mars isn’t looking for quickies with the house person and sure as hell isn’t looking to waste time. Mars is earnestly bent on savoring every moment quiet, loud, every second. The house person sees mars as a mature and sincere lover and often finds themselves leaving their walls up around mars more than they would anyone else. They crave mars stability but fear it as well. Their can be a tug of war of openly expressed v. held completely out of sight. The two can seem very intense around one another to outsiders but they had a very earthy and deeply passionate sexual chemistry and one that is hard earned. Mars often holds off on sex with the house person but can be quite the gregarious beast once they get the-chance. The house person often keeps mars at bay but once they do decide to give it up they can play around with the control and restriction theme sexually and both tend to last long periods sexually with one another.

Mars in the 11th house overlay: Friends without the friends part

🕸FARR - Blades 🕸

“I think this bridge is burning down

I think my heart has just been bleedin' slowly

It's first I'm all you're thinking 'bout

And then you try to act like you don't know me”

•the final fixed house operates a bit strangely in a mars overly! Despite this being an air house we are dealing with a sexual planet and at that we are dealing with Aquarius and Uranus! This for starters is a very turbulent chemistry produced between two people! Mars takes on very Aquarian traits often being more detached in how they pursue the house person! They can think things out whilst simultaneously stepping out of their normal comfort zone! They often find themselves aroused by the house persons inaccessibility! It can seem like the house person is always slightly out of their reach. But that being said the mars person flys between off and on attraction when it comes to the house person! Some moments being all over them while others they treat them like a buddy! This is often a friends with benefits position because of the hot and cold vibes! The house person is often intrigued by mars rebel nature! But the house person often embodies the Uranian energy which often causes them to disappear and reappear at odd times in the pairing! They can desire to experiment with mars but also find themselves drawn to the more friendlier and easy flow aspect of their dealings with the mars person. Both love the freedom presented with one another and how it always feels like they’re not tied down. Sex here is often full of spark and can have a very star struck quality to it! Mars usually despite their detached nature wants a long term connection with the house person and vice versa! One thing I noticed is this is usually a couple that started out as friends!

Mars in the 12th house overlay: The worst case of Deja vu

🦎Clark - peak magnetic🦎

•mars in the 12th house overlay can feel extremely cosmic when you let it! But it can also feel so uncomfortable if you’re not ready to let someone in on such a level. Much like venus in the 12th mars in this house can point to a sexually intimate and or in the case of platonic/familial bonds a connection in which both parties fought together and in some cases even were involved in a close bond be it one forged in violence or one formed from having to protect one another from the worldly circumstances of your past life. Mars can take on Pisces like traits and often finds themselves reacting to things in unrecognizable ways. This is the house of kismet after all so mars in a sense can act out patterns seemingly from another time. They can have a odd fear of the house person yet find themselves drawn to mars in some cases it’s in a sexual manner whilst others it’s in a more spiritually disconnected way. Mars seeks union with the house person but also seeks sanctum away from the intense energy of the house person! Mars often feels easily drained and even more submissive to the house person often easily detecting the motives of the house person before even they do. The house person often finds themselves wanting to protect mars, seeing the more fragile and weaker aspect of mars threw energy alone. The house person can act out their 12th house more around the mars person but can be unsettled by this. Their is a huge sensitivity and receptivity presented here but it’s something that requires a lot of time to get the hang of and is not for the front of heart! From what I’ve noticed these two much like with venus normally don’t get involved in one another’s lives permanently unless it’s familial! But in the case of romance sex is often out of reach in some way or delayed! If it does take place I’ve seen that the two are inseparable after the act and you can always tell! Their eyes change and it’s the most ominous thing but I’ll say this sex here is often a blur. Something felt but not seen.

#mine #synastry overlays series #mars in the 1st #mars in the 2nd #mars in the 3rd #mars in the 4th #mars in the 5th #mars in the 6th #mars in the 7th #mars in the 8th #mars in the 9th #mars in the 10th #mars in the 11th #mars in the 12th

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lifein-pieces · 7 years

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Hemmings & a bottle of rum

MASTERLIST

Part 2

Luke hemmings smut

Request- Hi can you do a luke smut request where ur the band song writer and one day you and luke get tipsy and they end up having it in Luke’s hotel room (Hope you like it)

Word count- 2,200+

You scrunched your eyebrows, utterly frustrated and scratched out the few lyrics you had written on the piece of paper for what felt like the thousandth time. You preferred to write from experience and emotion, but right now you felt as if you were blocked. You stood up from your chair, crumpling the paper and threw it, along with the pen across the room. You groaned loudly and in that little fit of yours you almost didn’t notice the 5sos boys along with John Feldman and Alex Gaskarth walk into the room.

“When you said you like to work alone, I didn’t know it included this” Michael laughed out causing everyone else to snicker and laugh as well. Your eyes immediately darted to Luke’s icy blue ones to see what he felt about your little tantrum. Thankfully, he wasn’t laughing but you could see the amusement in his eyes. You blushed a deep shade of red and just looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Have you got anything yet?” Ashton voiced what everyone was thinking. “Yeah” you muttered quietly and signalled with your eyes that it was the same piece of paper you threw across the room. Luke was quick to react and practically jogged to the paper before you could protest. “Hey, it’s a work in progress” you said softly, worried about his opinions on your first draft.

Luke’s eyes moved back and forth across the paper, reading the few scribbled lines intently. His eyes widened the slightest and you walked to him and snatched the paper out of his hand. “I know it’s not good, but I’ll get there” you said exasperated and at the same time Luke was shaking his head ready to contradict what you had just said. You held your hand up in front of his face saying, “Save it”

You walked out of the studio and went to sit on the couch in the corridor. “Was it that bad?” John questioned in disbelief because he never ever doubted your talent. “Quite the opposite really” Luke said in a raspy voice and the image of him running his hands through his blonde locks flashed in your mind.

You walked back in, deciding you were being too immature and sat on one of the chairs. All of you decided to work on some sounds instead of lyrics as none of them wanted to get on your bad side. Seeing Alex sitting and brainstorming with Luke already you headed over to Ashton who was ready at his drums. He played a few simple beats and the both of you started working together in incorporating new ones.

Little did you know Luke was shooting daggers at his fellow bandmate in jealousy as he could see you getting closer and closer to him. The vein in his forehead was almost popping and in sudden force one of the strings of his guitar broke causing everyone, including you to look up at him. Your eyes locked with his and his features softened visibly.

Sensing the tense atmosphere increasingly today, Calum suggested that we meet tomorrow and continue then. You headed back to the hotel and time passed as you went to the bar with the boys. Luke was missing today though so you passed having a drink, missing your drinking buddy.

Throughout the night there was no appearance of Luke and that caused your curiosity to sky rocket. When it was getting late everyone decided to head back to their rooms while you went to Luke’s. Before you knew it, your hand was raised ready to knock at the door of the blonde boy’s room. You took a deep calming breath and knocked loudly. After hearing feet shuffle at the other side of the door, it opened revealing Luke in a pair of loose sweat pants and a muscle tee.

You took a step inside without waiting for his invitation and saw his room in a mess. You laughed to yourself and turned to look at the boy who was scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t want house keeping in here, touching all my things” Luke answered the question that was at the tip of your tongue. You saw his guitar lying on the king sized bed and commented, “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to work alone”

He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing his guitar on his lap. “I was actually trying some chords to match with the lyrics you wrote today” before you could protest, he continued “they were pretty amazing, Y/N” you shook your head in denial and sat on the chair in front of his bed. “Can I hear it?” you questioned and he instantly nodded.

He started strumming the guitar and sung out the lyrics from today afternoon. You were taken aback by the fact he had added some more of his own lines and how raw and emotional it sounded. “Woah, it does sound pretty good” you said shyly.

Wanting to eliminate the awkwardness in the room you changed the topic. “I missed my drinking buddy today” you said while sighing and walked up to the mini bar in the room. You bent down and pulled out the bottle of old monk. “You know they totally rip you off Y/N. Plus I really don’t like rum” Luke said making a face of disgust. “That’s what you get for ditching me today” you said, sticking out your tongue childishly. You opened the dark liquor bottle and poured a substantial quantity into two separate glasses. You picked up one and handed it to Luke who smelled it and made a gagging noise. Laughing at his silliness, you picked up the packet of cadbury twirls lying on the table. “We can use these as chasers” Luke seemed to love that idea and gulped down the dark liquid, immediately regretting it but opening the wrapper of the chocolate and eating it, just as quickly.

“You’re such a child” you giggled, sipping it first and then taking it like a shot. When you felt your throat burn you knew that this was a bad idea.

An empty bottle of rum and 30 cadbury twirls later, you were lying on the bed whilst Luke was bouncing on it like it was a trampoline. “Luuuuukeee, stop” you moaned and you could feel your head spin. He was on a sugar rush and you were annoyed. After exhausting himself completely, Luke sat down on the bed with his legs crossed staring at you with scrunched eyes. “What the hell are you doing Hemmings?” you asked amused and sat up in front of him.

“I’m just thinking” he said, sighing dramatically. “Bout what?” He grinned and said, “You.”

With the sudden change of mood you said, “What you did today was really amazing, with the song and all.” He shook his head and just looked at you blankly. “They were your lyrics, Y/N. I mean you are pretty amazing” he said, his cheeks held a slight tinge of pink now. “Y/N……” He stretched out like a little kid. “Yes, Luuuuu” you said while giggling. “You’re so cute, I could eat you up” he said. His bright smile slowly transitioned into a smirk and then into an evil tight lipped smile. You looked at him skeptically and the next thing you knew Luke was tickling your sides. You were screeching and laughing at the same time. Your back was on the soft mattress and he was relentless with his tickle-torture.

“Stop Lu, please!” you cried out and he slowed down a bit before stopping. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth and looked into his ocean blue eyes. The ones you were drowning in and the ones you didn’t want to be saved from. You saw his eyes flicker from your own to your pink lips. You were panting in anticipation and he lowered his head ever so slightly.

Lifting your head up from the mattress, his lips were on yours and without wasting any more time his tongue was in your mouth. Although it felt magical, you both were really drunk and it was sloppy to say the least. His hands roamed your body before settling at your t-shirt and yanking it off, not a moment later. He dropped his head down to your neck and started nipping and sucking at the skin there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pushed his hips down grinding into you. He rotated his hips and created as much friction as he could, causing you to let out a moan.

Having never really done this with clothes on, you were soaking with the new set of sensations. He kissed you once again with force and you loved the aggression radiating off of him. You tugged at his muscle tee and in a second it was discarded, somewhere on the floor. You flipped over so that he was on the bottom and you were excited to be in control. Lowering your head down, you started sucking on the flesh just above his collarbones, causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

Luke snaked his hand around your back and un-clasped your bra, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hands grasped both your breasts and roughly massaged them. “I fucking love these” he breathed out and began pinching and twisting your nipples. You sat up with your legs on either side of his waist and continued grinding on him, whilst he was playing with your tits.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Y/N” “Then why don’t you do something about it?” you pushed further.

This seemed to ignite a fire in Luke as in a span of ten seconds your jeans and panties were gone. He grabbed your thighs roughly and kneaded them and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. “Sit on my face” he commanded and you didn’t need to be told twice. Your dripping core was above his face and he licked his lips before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down so your centre was on his mouth.

He licked a stripe and you shuddered in pleasure. His tongue thrusted in your entrance repeatedly. “Fuck! Luke” you yelled out and this egged him on as he started nibbling softly on your clit and rolling it around like a cherry in his mouth. He then stuck his tongue out so it was flat and moved your hips, effectively causing you to grind on his face. “I’m so close” you said in between moans and he sped up his actions causing you to come undone on his face.

You moved downwards so you were back to you original position, just above his dick. He flipped you over and slammed you down on the bed. “Face down, ass up baby” you whined at the nick name and complied. Your face was against the mattress and your once tied hair was now a complete mess. He took himself in his hands and rubbed it around your core, spreading the juices. “Fuck me, Luke” you whimpered and he pushed himself slowly into you. He closed his eyes at the heavenly feeling of your walls clenched, tight and warm, around him. He placed his hands softly on your waist and you were a bit shocked that he had suddenly become gentle but that didn’t last long as his grip tighten and he pounded into you. With each thrust your body moved forward and backward, in a rhythm.

Luke pulled you upwards and you let out a low mewl. One of his hands went to your breast, playing with them again while the other stayed on your waist. He moved his face minutely so that his lips were near your ear and he nibbled on your ear lobe. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you Y/N? Letting me have my way with you” The pleasure increased with this and you replied. “Harder. Fuck me harder” you screamed out, your darkest fantasy coming to life.

He nearly growled and moved his hips faster. You almost lost balance but wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. Your head fell back on his shoulder and you let out a little moan with each thrust. “I’m so close, baby girl” you nodded and he knew you were almost there. “Come for me Y/N” he said, almost yelling. You whined out his name and he let himself go to causing your highs to occur at the same time. Your vision blanked and you allowed yourself to crash down on the bed with Luke falling on top of you.

Heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room as Luke reached down and pulled up a thin sheet to cover the both of you. Your eyes began to flutter shut as Luke left a soft kiss on your lips and you fell into a deep sleep, too intoxicated by Hemmings and a bottle of rum to utter a word.

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smeffbaby-blog · 7 years

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Month 6: Graduation

Sommer-

This past month: We hit half a year! Wow, what a milestone. I have to say, month 6 has been my favorite so far. She was cute before but man she just sky rocketed in the cute factor. I love her laugh, her cute little cheeks, and her chubby little legs.

This month has been a big month. She said goodbye to being at work with mommy and daddy and started daycare! I think it has been harder on me than her, but she has been a champ. Sure it’s an adjustment but she has some wonderful caretakers, and most importantly I get to stalk her 24/7 on streaming cameras the whole time, hehe. It’s the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

Other things she’s accomplished is starting to explore food! We’ve been giving her chunks of apple, pear, and banana to chomp and making some purees as well. She’s not exactly swallowing much yet, but the foray into foods has been fun. It’s nice to snack with her at the table! Also, I’ve never known what a splat mat is but we need one for the floor. Just yet another one of those things you don’t think about when you aren’t a parent, but eating is messy with a baby!

Physical happenings: A good mommy friend of mine put it this way: just when you get the whole breastfeeding thing down, they start eating solids. I’ll begin the slow and steady weaning process over the next several months, and I’m pretty clueless. Hopefully nature just takes its course and it won’t be too difficult! Also, anyone else have an aggressive grabber and sucker?? Fiona is super strong when she nurses, and I’m going away with some nail scratches after feedings. Any tips??

Emotional happenings: Feeling bittersweet about not being with Fiona day in and day out, but i was so fortunate to get that time with her in the first place so definitely grateful. I’m able to focus better at work now, which is also a plus.

Yoga: One class a week woo hoo! Until she starts sleeping through the night just don’t think i can do much more than that.

Baby updates: We have a 6 month appointment coming up soon, and I will certainly update how she does. We think she’s about 16 pounds already! She’s begun army crawling and her vocalizations are becoming smoother, as if she’s trying to carry on some conversations. So cute!

Galen-

Looking Back: This is the first month where time really seemed to fly by. It is hard to keep track of all the changes. Like Sommer said, Fiona has really improved her mobility; she can now get into a plank position, do downward dog, spin in circles, even army crawl! This is game changer, especially since she recently started day care and will need to develop her independence. Being mobile gives her a lot more tools in her tool belt to entertain herself.

Thinking Out Loud: Oy, Fiona is still the world’s worst napper. We like to tell ourselves that maybe it’s because she’s a little genius baby, but who knows… but these naps. She has actually started flat out rejecting some afternoon naps. I spent 30 minutes putting her down for a 10 minute nap today. One thing no one tells you is how hard it is to get (at least some) kids to sleep.

Looking Ahead: Sommer and I are able to think more about our own future now that Fiona is a bit more independent and in day care and we are able to get into our grooves at work. We really want to put ourselves in a position to buy a house in a few years so that we can have more space, a clear school plan, and a neighborhood and place to set down some roots. It’s an exciting thought that has made us focus more on our savings goals and imagine bigger and better opportunities professionally. We are working for more than ourselves nowadays!

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super-barry-allen · 7 years

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Even Heroes Need Hugs Sometimes

So I wrote this after 2x09, so just keep that in mind, and I’m pretty sure I wrote it because Lena Luthor deserves a hug and a huge freaking thank you - it’s just an extra bonus that it comes from Supergirl. Enjoy! And sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes :)

Lena's not particularly sure when she got used to the noise, or the fact that this was her new normal, her new normal being the fact that Supergirl, she'll say that again, Supergirl, had a backdoor to her very office. Lena doesn't look up from her work though, she doesn't actually register the girl glaring back at her as she hears Supergirl's not so subtle sigh and footsteps against her floor making her presence well known.

"I'll say this again," Lena drawls, placing her pen down, she slowly looks up at the superhero. "that's not really an entrance."

"You had me worried tonight," The girl says, choosing to ignore Lena's comment, she stands with her arms crossed across her chest, showing off defined biceps, and she looks at Lena with a half subtle smile that says 'I'm proud of you.'

"I came here to thank you." Lena sits back in her chair and narrows her eyes - though her smile really takes all maliciousness away from the gesture.

"Still think there's no such thing as a good Luthor?" Lena asks, leaning forward a little, so she was sitting upright rather than in the tilted back position she had been in. "I mean, I would understand if you didn't, my family is down two for one now, right?" Lena says the ‘right’ a little bitterly - she hadn't wanted to believe her mother could be in charge of Cadmus, she didn't want to believe anyone was like Lex.

Supergirl tilts her head to the side, like a cute confused puppy, and her smile falls away to be replaced with glistening concerned blue eyes. "You're not like them." She says surely and Lena feels her heart swell in her chest... but she couldn't believe those words, no matter how much she wanted to, because who was good in her family? No one it seemed.

"You could say that again." Luna mutters and the Kryptonian tilts her head again and Lena laughs a little at the gesture - of course, superhearing. "Lex was the only one who truly accepted me," Lena explains. "I can't believe I never saw who he really was."

"People can be deceiving." Supergirl points out, taking a step closer to Lena's desk. The business woman stands up with a heavy sigh and looks at the superhero. "I told you that my parents deceived me," The Kryptonian continues. "I guess, sometimes you just want to see the good in people especially those closest to you." Lena smiles sadly and walks around her desk so she can move closer to the superhero.

"I told you that you're too smart and too good to be like your mom, I meant it," Supergirl says. "Lena, you're a good person, you did the right thing tonight, even when I doubted you for a second."

"You doubted me?" Lena asks teasingly, though she's not saying it in a way that is accusing, she's well aware that she can be convincing when she wants to be.

"For only a second." Supergirl reassures and her hand goes up to her face for a split second before she retracts it with a small blush. Lena raises an eyebrow at the action.

"What was that?" She asks, leaning against the front of her desk now face to face and in the personal space of Supergirl. The Kryptonian shuffles a little, her blush deepening.

"Oh, I was just, um, I-I had something in my eye." The superhero says unconvincingly and Lena's smile grows at how dorky the hero was being.

"No, that was a nervous tick, almost as though you're used to..." She pauses for a moment before narrowing her eyes. "Like you wear glasses."

"Pfffft," The hero bursts with a more high pitched nervous laughter than before. "That's ridiculous, I'm a Kryptonian, I don't need glasses to see, heh..." The blonde clears her throat, shaking off her nervous laughter, and then turns back to Lena that was smugly smirking at the blonde.

"Anyway," The blonde shakes her head and clears her throat one more time. "thank you for helping me." Lena lets out a small chuckle and nods her head. She glances down at the floor and bites her lip.

"I knew my mom was lying when she told me she loved me," Lena says, titling her head down towards the ground. "she never has." The superhero in front of her crosses her arms across her midsection, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable, despite her ability to deflect bullets with her Kryptonian skin, but something about Lena's tone, the way she was holding herself, was all too sad for Kara; it exposed herself to her own demons, her own anguish. Her blue eyes sparkle and she wonders if maybe revealing a little about herself is so bad.

"I get it," Kara says and Lena looks up at the superhero with surprise. "I mean, my parents loved me, they sent me here to protect me, but I-" Kara's voice fails and she sighs deeply. "I still felt abandoned. And then I learn that they lied to me, makes me wonder if I ever really knew my parents." The superhero takes a step towards the CEO, who straightens up from leaning against the front of her desk.

"But if Earth’s taught me anything, it's that you can find love with anyone, you can find family when you think there isn't one, you can find people who are worth living and dying for." There's an air of intensity between them. At first, Kara had been referring to Alex, her family that she'd found, a family with the Danvers on Earth, something that she'd thought she'd never have, but, somewhere between the family and the love, Kara's vision became focused on the tall beautiful CEO in front of her.

"I assume you're talking about the city?" Lena asks but her smile, the way her eyes gleam and she subtle bite to her lip, let's Kara know that maybe she does get what she’s referring too and, of course, the superhero can't help but become flustered and blush.

"I'm always open to discovering new things I care about," The blonde shrugs nonchalantly and her infectious smile manages to hit Lena with a powerful feeling of some kind - enough to even make her smile right back. "you saved me tonight, you saved every alien on this planet actually."

"Yeah, well, I did kind of owe you one," Lena says standing up straight, brushing the compliment off, looking at the ground in embarrassment a little, she wasn't used to being praised by others, she hadn't heard someone compliment her since Lex, since before he turned to the dark side or whatever.

Kara's heart breaks a little at the sight of the woman, Lena was so strong, so hardened, she'd had to become like that in order to be a successful business woman, to be taken seriously, Lena had a thick skin, but even underneath all of that thick armour is a beating heart, Lena is human, and so very very fragile beneath. In a way, Kara gets that, she may literally have the thickest, most impenetrable skin on Earth, save her cousin, but Kara still has a beating heart beneath her armour, she's still vulnerable when she wants to be.

She does it without thinking, maybes it's on that thought, knowing that even sometimes heroes like Lena just need a hug from time to time to know that they were needed, or maybe it's the glistening of the CEO's eyes, but Kara steps forward and wraps her strong arms around her neck.

At first it's awkward, but Kara can't say she's ever done anything in her life and not been awkward about it, Lena is all stiffness and uncertainty but, slowly, her arms come around Kara's waist, loosely and gently, as though Kara wasn't indestructible, as though Lena's touch might break her, when, really, it's Kara who should be concerned with that thought - she's been known to be a little aggressive in her hugs (sorry Alex!).

Eventually, the CEO begins to melt into Kara, kind of like clay does in the hands of an expert sculptor, bending and moulding to fit the shape of Kara perfectly, and maybe Kara does close her eyes, and maybe she does nuzzle her head a little into the side of Lena's neck, and maybe when she starts to feel an unsettling hammering in her chest, she does step away, because she's pretty sure a Kryptonian's heart is never supposed to do that... can Kryptonians have heart attacks? She'd have to ask Alex.

When the superhero pulls back she takes a moment just to take all of Lena in, who is now playing with her dress, and smoothing it out, trying to deny the tears glistening in her eyes release. Kara half smiles, it's small compared to her normal full blown bright smile, but it's just as effective, every single smile Kara has is beautiful and infectious, and Lena inclines her head and feels a fluttering in her stomach at the sight.

"Thank you, again." The superhero says, snapping out of her trance, she makes a start towards the balcony door, her cape swishing with her sudden speed.

"Again, it was nothing." Lena says dismissively, turning and crossing her arms across her chest, quickly building up that thick skin that she'd just let down in the warm embrace of the Kryptonian.

"Will you shut up and just accept my gratitude?" The blonde teases, pausing at the balcony door. Lena examines her for a moment, the dark night sky accents the electric blonde of the Kryptonian's hair, and the soft lighting of the office bathed her in a gentle orange glow, and Lena always knew the superhero was beautiful but it's really hitting her in this moment just how much that is true.

"Very well," Lena relents, holding her hands up in surrender, she watches as the Kryptonian grins in triumph and then rockets into the sky. Lena watches her go, wrapping her arms around herself, as though she could imagine it was still the superhero's arms around her, she smiles softly up at the sky and, with a quiet barely audible whisper, she says,

"Kara."

#kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supergirl #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #sanvers

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