#i was just doing these as oneshots but i gotta put some half thought out plot in with this

[eveningepiphany]

tease | H.S oneshot

summary: seeing harry tonguing his guitar last night has you finally admitting the state he puts you in. and that’s never good when you’re a tour photographer. especially now you have photographic evidence of the moment.

warnings: SMUT, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, praise, swearing

a/n: can’t stop thinking about that fucking video? like it’s on loop in my head I can’t. he was so slutty last night it’s illegal. also this isn’t 100% proofread so enjoy I hope it’s okay!

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Some days at work are harder than others for you.

Today, you knew was going to be rough the second Harry walked out in single-handedly the most revealing outfit he could have. Borderlining absolutely slutty.

And as his tour photographer, that is quite a bold statement to make when you’ve seen every single outfit— and when his top half is often found shirtless up on stage.

But tonight, out backstage when you were prepping your SD cards and ordering your camera lenses, he walked out of his dressing room adorning his stage outfit to show you, and your stomach dropped the sight of him.

It was a new style, something he hadn’t worn before. A cropped, tasseled blue vest, paired with low rise pants that looked like they were clinging onto his hips for dear life.

“Alrighty, what d’ya think?” He asked, doing a little spin to shake the tassels.

Your mouth opened and words struggled to form as your head fogged over from just seeing his body. And the way his ferns were fully out— along with almost all of his other ink on display. Arms, chest and all.

You had sworn this, many times, was just your eye for art. For people like him who made photography electric. But as time and the tour progressed on from its earlier start in 2021, it was getting harder to convince yourself. Because even if you didn’t acknowledge it, there was no way to justify the heat that stirred in your stomach as just admiration.

“Oh— wow— I like the tassels,” you paused, tongue swiping over your lips, “they’ll be really fun in the photos, I’ll try to get some motion blur type shots with them.”

Your hand reached out before your brain even computed what it was doing, grabbing one of the rhinestoned threads at the base of his vest and running down it. Knuckles brushing the side of his chest.

“Excited to see them as always, m’lovely.” He smiles, the pet name making you flush.

“10 minutes till you’re on, H!” Someone called out.

You laughed at the panicked expression on his face as he realised he was probably dawdling, and in fact behind on his own schedule.

“Alright!” He confirmed back, then chuckling as he whispered to you, “I still gotta brush m’teeth.”

“Well, cmon let’s go, I’ll see what behind the scene shots I can get.”

And you thought that the time spent with him pre-show would ease your racing mind a little, but now that you’re out on the floor you’re almost jittering.

He looks fucking delectable. And by the sound of the stadium around you, they notice it too.

As he steps out you have to force your camera up to your face, which is something you never have to do? But looking at him through your viewfinder is hardly enough to satiate you.

Especially a little later in the show, when your camera is aimed to the back of him— and he’s squated down to get a drink of water…

His pants slipping so far down his hips that the waistband of his Calvin Kleins are easily visible.

Some girls on barricade behind you are going feral simply at the sight. And you can hardly blame them, because the sight of them makes you a little light headed too. Tonight he’s really not leaving much to the imagination.

You feel obliged to take a photo of it, lens aiming up to him— hearing the girls from behind you as your cameras shutters open to capture the moment. They’re shouting clearly, “Y/N, you get that pic girl!”

Another one yelling from your left, “SHES ONE OF US!”

You laugh at them. The fans are always an amazing part of the show. You leave with an array of adorable bracelets, funny shirts, and always lovely compliments.

You snap a few more photos before someone calls your name again, and you turn. A brunette girl, in an incredible replica of his recent purple and black heart overalls from the recent Wembley show, is standing.

“Y/N!” She reaffirms when you’re looking at her.

“Hi lovely, your outfit is amazing.” You smile, and she has fresh tears streaming down her face— a common love on tour occurrence.

“Ohmygod, thank you so much. I made you this tshirt, i wanted to give it to you!” She pulled a white shirt from her feet, presumably from a bag.

She held it out, unfolding it to show off the print on the front.

You immediately couldn’t help but let out a shocked laugh at it. A big pink shaded heart, with 2 also heart-shaped photos on each side of it— of you and Harry. But the best bit was the bubble written font, “my favourite parents!” that is above it.

“I— can I please take a photo of you with it first.”

She slaps a hand over her mouth, “No way, of course you fucking can.”

You take a few photos of her posing with the shirt, “I have 2, please feel free take them both!”

You can only assume one of them is intended for Harry. And even if it’s a little weird of you to take them, you do anyway because the girl was too lovely to even consider denying them.

“Thank you so much.” You chuckle as you hang them over your elbow. She still looks starstruck at the interaction that just occurred and you’re overly excited to edit the photos later on.

In the time of the short interaction, you turned to find Harry. He’s about to transition into she, and is over on the main stage.

You hustle to get yourself up from the floor and onto the stage area. Moving to chuck the shirts on the bench, where most of the bands essentials are for easy access.

Harry sees you over there and you decide to show him the design on the front before you can overthink it.

He’s beginning to sing the intro, and he chuckles the lyrics into the mic as he sees it. And fans around the whole arena scream at the shirt— which you didn’t realise was being displayed on the big screens.

You shake your head, struggling not to admire the tone of his laugh that just echoed around the stadium.

Also blushing a little at the fact you did genuinely just show him a shirt with both of your faces of it, deeming you both as a fans ‘parents’.

You go back to doing your actual job, moving to get a good angle, aiming to blend back into the background as you take more photos for the night.

Capturing the sway and jolts of his tassels as he sings. Getting a few shots that not only capture his energy but also his outfit perfectly.

You smile at yourself and at your work.

And you glance up as Harry joins in with Mitch while he absolutely shreds his guitar solo.

Sweat is beading on Harry’s chest and you’re all too aware how much money people would pay to see it from your angle. Thank god for Barcelona’s heat.

And, fuck, not only is it that. His arms look perfect as well. This outfit is really just showing as much of himself off as possible.

You change the settings on your camera hastily to alter the outcome of these next few shots.

He’d stepped away from the mic, turning to look at the band, mouthing something you couldn’t decipher.

He starts to lean down head getting closer to guitar. His tongue juts out…

Your eyes immediately pull back a little from your camera because, there no fucking way he’s about to let some kind of intrusive thought win here.

Time seems to slow. But not the movement of his tongue. It’s flicking fast, as if to mimic it playing the strings of his guitar. Or something like that anyway, because all you can think of is… well… something too inappropriate to even be entertaining in your head given he’s literally your boss.

You can hear the piercing screams around you, someone in the front shouting what the fuck loud enough you swear someone in the back of the stadium could’ve heard it.

You’re not even aware you bought your camera back up to your face and that you’d clicked the button a few times until it’s done and the moments over.

Harry’s laughing at himself, and Sarah is face palming at his lewd action. His smug smile after solidifies the fact he knows what the fuck he just did. And exactly the kind of effect it’s left on some people.

Just not aware you’re one of them…

Because you can’t deny the way you spent rest of the night with a nagging warmth between your legs. One that festered long after the moment was over.

After the show came to a close and you eventually ended up in your hotel room, freshly showered as you edited some of your favourite photos. Including the shots you’d captured of him and his guitar.

Which were fucking insane. You had just the right amount of contrast going on in them, and a certain degree of motion blur that indicated the movement his tongue was making.

The final product was amazing once you had edited it on photoshop. But you spent the remainder of the night in your hotel room ridiculously worked up. Left in bed toying with your clit lazily as you stared at the celling, acting like you didn’t have a specific person in your thoughts.

It got to the point in the next day where you stressed about what photos to show him. And whether or not that included the one you literally came to the thought of last night?

Usually you wouldn’t hesitate, especially since it looked incredible. But you were embarrassed internally. What would he think, or say? And could you even play off your sheer attraction to the image.

You placed your head in your hands with a groan, sat in the chair over by the window. You’re tired, and swear on your life your decision making is going to be impaired when he walks into your room.

Which you didn’t have much more time to stress much about it as a knock came to your door that you knew was him.

You rushed over to open it, finding him standing there, hair freshly washed and clad in much more clothing then you last saw him in. A plain white shirt and some gym shorts— that still made him look hot as fuck, without even trying?

He greets you with a good morning, voice a tad hoarse from last nights show. And he’s smiling as he hands you a cup, one you know is filled with hot chocolate. Just for you.

“I owe you like 100 hot chocolates for how many you’ve bought me just in this leg of the tour alone.” You laugh, letting him past you.

He glances at the unmade bed— you stopped making it a while after he started to come visit your room the morning after the show to pick which photos he liked best, and ones he also wanted edited. Sometimes he’d settle himself on it, legs crossed like a cute little kid.

“Think of it as a gift for all your talent. And putting up with me.” He chuckles, and plops himself down on the chair that’s opposite to the one you were sitting in.

So you follow suit, walking back over the your chair. Taking a small sip of the sweet liquid in your hands.

“Have any favourites so far?” He asks, taking a quick swig of his own drink— which you can only assume is hot tea.

Yes, you think, the one where you’re about to practically fuck your guitar strings with your tongue.

You substitute that for, “A few! The tassels were so fun to try and capture.”

You rotated the laptop screen to show him a cool shot you edited of him. It was a front on photo, his arms extended and washboard abs in their full fucking glory along with his tattoos.

He nods, a smile coming across his lips, crinkling the corners of his slightly tired eyes.

You showcase him a couple, all that he gives relentless praise on— regardless of if they had been edited or not. But you just want to show him your favourite.

You swallow as you stare at it on the screen of your macbook. Working up the courage to turn the screen to him as he waits cluelessly. Does he even know you took this?

“This one too…” you hesitate a little as you swivel the laptop around on your lap.

“Oh. I like this one a lot.” He says, nodding and then glancing up from the screen to your semi-flushed face.

“Didn’t know you took that.” He chuckles, shrugging and almost seeming… like he has more to say about this situation.

Like something is laying on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be said.

You think he’s not going to though, after a beat of silence, you nod.

“Yea… what actually are you doing in this photo?” You nervous laugh, and wonder what kind of answer he’s going to provide.

He runs a hand through his curls, brows raised a little at your question.

“What did you think I was doing?” He quizzes, the corner of his mouth turning up.

“I- well it looked quite… everyone in the audience was going wild. Were you trying to be a tease?”

“I wasn’t! I swear. I was playing the guitar.” He confirmed, yet smirking like he knew there was a two-way perception of the event.

“With your tongue?” You sighed out a laugh.

“You still didn’t answer me. What did you think I was doing?” He backtracks, eyes watching you intensely as you’re both entering some rather dangerous, untouched territory.

You’re quiet again, and he raises his brows still expecting a response.

You flush under his gaze, hand coming to cover your eyes. “It just looked very…”

“Very…?”

“Inappropriate.” You laughed, feeling like you were emotionally torturing yourself by letting this situation happen.

“How so?” He continues to push, wanting to hear more. Secretly adoring the way you get all flustered about it. How badly he wants you to tell him exactly what the movement of his tongue reminded you of.

“It just— you know what I mean, Harry!” You say, now being the one trying to backtrack out of this entire situation. That in the end is still technically your own fault.

You distract yourself with other photos, going in and trying to find another possible contender for his new post on instagram.

“Don’t try and avoid the conversation, love.” He chuckles at your sudden shy demeanour.

“Harry.” You place your hand over your face again trying to mentally reset yourself. Put your thinking back in line.

“Cmon! I’m just curious.” He tries to brush it off, but if he has to resort to begging, he honestly wouldn’t hesitate.

“I know you are, but— it’s weird!” You whine, wanting to die at the fact you had let this happen in the first place.

“I promise I won’t judge.” He places his hand over his heart, face serious, like he was swearing it on his bloodline.

You thought about it a little longer. He clearly was not going to leave you alone if he didn’t get an answer. You could try and lie, but he already knows anyway. He just wants to hear you say it.

“You know, Harry. You just want to hear me say it.” You murmur, bringing up the chocolaty drink to your lips to distract yourself.

“Sure, maybe I do. I wanna confirm my suspicions.” He proposes, a small shrug of his shoulders. You place the drink back on the coaster, staring at him. Eventually caving.

“It— everyone definitely thought it looked like you were, uh, giving oral.” You rushed out, trying to now act as nonchalant as possible to avoid further questioning.

I didn’t work.

“So everyone including you?” He asked.

“Well… yea.” Your cheeks were pink, and he smiled at your flustered voice.

“Dirty thing.” He chuckled, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief thinking maybe you could move on and pretend as if this never happened, but he continues on.

“Had you a little worked up, did I?”

“May I touch on how unprofessional this conversation is?” You bring up, trying to save yourself. But it’s evident in your voice you hardly mean it. You are admittedly a little curious as to where he’s going with this. Equally, if not more embarrassed than anything, but still curious.

“I suppose you can, yes.” He nods.

“But may I bring up how you undressing me with your eyes yesterday was unprofessional? Because unless I’m insane, you definitely were.” He’s cocky, and overconfident with his accusation.

Not that it can be really labelled as an accusation, given he’s not wrong at all.

“I—“ you swallow, “Okay. Whatever. Point proven.”

He laughs at your surrender, shuffling forward on the chair.

“So you were— that’s the kind of stuff you were thinking about me?” He rests his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“You are really trying to get something out of me aren’t you? What do you want to hear me say?” You raise your brows, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Just want you to tell me the truth. Be honest with me, since we’re talking about being professional. I think that’s a good start.” He sounds so gentle yet firm, and your devouring this dominant kind of trait he’s showing you.

“Communication and honesty is very important when it comes to professionalism.”

Pleasure has been simmering in your stomach since he walked through the door, and his persistence is beginning to pay off, since you’re starting to let your guard down.

“So you want me to tell you how wet I got after your little stunt last night? That if I wasn’t your employee, after the show you would have found me in your dressing room bent over on the table.”

“Waiting for you to come in there, all sweaty and ready to strip that teeny fucking vest off, and put your mouth to use.”

He’s got a dusting of red over his own cheeks now, blood rushing to his cock as he realised he cracked you open now. Your dirty words spilling out of your mouth after holding back seemingly since last night.

“That what you would’ve done? Bent yourself over my dressing room table waiting for me like a pretty little post-show gift?”

“Maybe so.” You feed into it, watching as his eyes darken with desire.

He sighs out, standing up promptly, “Alright, darling. I’m gonna offer you something. You don’t have to agree, but if you do we can stop at any time. Okay?”

“What exactly are you offering?” You ask as leans his tall frame down to you, hands bracketed on your hips.

“For me to pick you up, put you on that bed and strip you until I can bury my head between your legs.” He stated, matter of factly.

Your thighs are shaking so hard you’re clenching them together— clit throbbing at the pressure.

You can only look up at him and nod, to which he doesn’t take as an answer.

“Baby, need you to use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes, Harry. Want that please.” You whine, very quickly becoming delusional at his close proximity.

He grunts as he picks you up, his arms firm around your body and he carry’s you the few feet to the bed. His lips hot as they suddenly come in contact with your jaw.

He pushes your legs open with his thigh, making you moan and push your hips forward.

“Needy girl.” He whispers, voice dirty and hot near your ear as he sucks on the skin below it.

His hands cascade down your body, finding the waistband of your sweatpants and tugging it down.

“Please, please touch me.” You’re wild, bucking your hips up. Wanting to get his tongue on you so bad.

He chuckles at your sudden spiral, how quickly you’ve unravelled before him. Truly like a present, all laid out waiting just for him.

He palms his hand over your damp front, “Soaking through already, fuckin’ hell.”

You groan as he rubs a pressured circle on your fabric-covered clit.

“Want to tell me who got you so wet?” He coos, slowly moving his fingers over you as he waits for an answer.

You give it to him shamelessly, “You. Want you so badly.”

He’s over the moon to finally have you like this. Because it became apparent rather quickly the crush he’d developed on you since you were hired. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t fucked his fist at the thought of getting to touch you.

“Oh, you’re being so good for me now. Because I’ve got my hand between your pretty legs I bet.”

You cant even respond as he slides your drenched underwear down away from your tingling core.

He audibly groans at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy. Watching as you squirm under his stare.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N. How long have you been hiding this gorgeous cunt from me?”

“Too long.” You whimper.

His fingers slid through you, and he gathered up your arousal to play with your clit. Relishing the way it slides under his fingertips.

You were clenching around nothing as he gently rolled your clit between calloused fingers. Playing with it until you were a mess. Moaning and grinding up against his fingers. Begging for what he’d promised earlier.

“Your mouth, Harry. Need it. Anywhere.”

“S’that why your little hole is clenching so hard? Like it’s begging for me.” He watched, mesmerised as your hole pulsed around nothing, and leaked more clear arousal.

You look so delicious to him. And he took a moment to appreciate the fact you were about to let him clean up all that arousal pooling at your hole

He sunk down between your legs very slowly. Distracting himself a few times with mouthing over your fabric covered breasts.

Eventually making it there, so he could blow over your clit, letting you squirm at the teasing stimulation. You smelt amazing too, your sweet tangy scent making his mouth water.

He was grabbing at his cock, pushing at it trying to relieve pressure down there as he peppered kisses along your inner thigh.

“Stop teasing, H. Please I— fuck.” You hissed as he bit the seam of skin of your thigh.

“Cant handle it huh? Are you gonna come before I even get my tongue on you.”

“Want to finish around your mouth.” You plead with him. And he shakes his head with a laugh, anticipating your reaction as he leans forward to drag a long stroke through your slit.

Your whole body shakes with a moan. His velvety, hot tongue immediately leaving you a wreck.

“Harryyy…” You cry out, bucking your hips into his face.

“Gonna ruin your cunt, darling.” He murmurs into you, and you know it’s true with the way your hole is clenching.

He sucks your clit into his mouth before placing fast strokes over it. Flicking and rolling it between his tongue and lips.

The sounds of him lapping up your pussy are echoing through the room, further fuelling the fire that’s started in you.

Your whole jaw goes lax as he moves further down, gliding over your hole— pushing his tongue past your entrance.

“Fuck!” You moan, hips jolting, causing his hands to slide up and hold them into place.

He slides it into you as far as he can, nose bumping your clit. Making you realise very quickly that you’re going to finish around his mouth.

He moans into you, again the vibrations makes you writhe in his tight grip. “I- Harry- more!”

It’s making your whole body shake, and he’s pressed so far into you that it’s all you can feel. And it’s obvious that you’re about to come, just with the way your cunt is pulsing around his mouth.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck. Harry, please, I’m gonna come!” You felt the burning spark fly through you, hitting you like a truck when his tongue curled and rocked inside you.

He’s humming and pressing himself so close you genuinely think he can’t breathe. And you realise immediately when the rubber band in snapped inside of you.

It gushed through your whole body, making you moan and cry in his grip. He couldn’t even explain the feeling of having you clenching around his tongue. It almost made him finish in his pants.

He lapped up every single drop he could. But he didn’t stop.

Your clit was so sensitive as he came back up to it with the same intensive pace.

You tried to push him off, “be a good girl, baby, give me another one.”

“So sensitive, Harry.” You whined, hand threading into his soft hair.

“Y’can take it.” He states, going back to sucking on your clit, and the outside of your entrance.

It made you a mess. A proper fucking mess.

You legs were being spread wide by the palm of his hands, and you were almost crying at how sensitive your pussy was.

You were always a five-minute-scroll-break kind of girl when it came to masturbation. So this came as a whole shock to your body. And it was so fucking hot from his perspective.

All he could hear was your filthy fucking whines, begging him one minute to stop and the next to go faster. And he was going insane at how sensitive your little hole was.

That was all he could feel. The clenching of your cunt, the absolute shaking mess your body was becoming.

His tongue flicked over your clit, just as you imagined he would after seeing him last night. And it was getting to messy, your arousal absolutely coating his mouth and chin.

“I-“ a deep suck of your clit, “I’m gonna fucking come!”

You writhed the whole way through your orgasm. Fucking into his face like it was a toy, grinding into it so hard your sure he was completely consumed by you.

And as you came down from the high, still shaking, he cleaned up down there again. Too good to waste, was his thought process. ‘You tasted like a dream’ you’re pretty sure you hear him mutter against you at some point.

His thumbs run over the dips of your hips to bring you back down to earth.

“Good girl, Baby. Took my mouth so fucking well.” He presses a final kiss on your clit as he stood up, your hands dragging up his back did.

“Feeling a little better too, i hope.”

“Yes. So good. H.” You panted, still in a bit of a daze.

“Next time,” he peppered a kiss on you shoulder, “tell me when you’re feeling all worked up okay.”

You nodded, hands sliding to rest in his hair.

“Or by all means, lay yourself out in my dressing room so I can make make come like you deserve.” He smiles at your little nod, still so out of it.

“My little gift, hm?” He coos, stroking a gentle hand down your face.

And he knows he’d do this moment a thousand times over with you. Just to see that smile flash over your lips.

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[tmntxthings]

Hi! I really adore your writing!! I was wondering when you’re not busy if you could write a leo x reader oneshot where the reader has been feeling kind of touch starved lately and has resorted to reading fanfics when the turtles are out doing things? I thought it would be a kinda nice hurt(not really)/comfort concept, but I’m not great at writing myself, haha! Thank you for your time!

∑一Fanfic Tease。・゜・

author’s note: anon you are the sweetest, i hope this oneshot finds you well and this is kind of close right? I think I went off the deep end with this one, thank you for your support and request <3

warnings: lots of fluff, cursing, teasing, young love

『 donnie’s 』

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“Hello hello??” Leonardo said into his phone as he was running with his brothers jumping from rooftop to rooftop. “I’m here!” You said as you scrolled through your tumblr feed, you had put Leo on speaker as soon as he called, trying to find something good to read.

“Sorry I had to portal out like that, all the mutants we’ve faced decided to team up so I don’t think I’ll be back for awhile” you could hear the wind whistling in the background. “I know, you don’t need to apologize Lee, you’re a hero go and defeat the bad guys! And please try not to get hurt,” you added on hopefully. “I’ll come back with a badass scar just for you,” he teased.

“Leo! That’s not what I-“ a loud crash could be heard and then some static. “Hello?!” Your voice raised in worry, “all good!” Leo groaned, “gotta go!” and then the phone call ended. Your heart was pounding and you told yourself that the turtles dealt with all kinds of crazy shit. Loud crashes were normal, yep a normal day in the life of a ninja.

You blew out a breath, hoped for everyone’s safe return, and distracted yourself. Which you had become pretty good at that, reading was your solace, when a story was good enough you could literally read for hours on end. Lately the patrolling and hero duty had taken a lot of time away from you and Leo. He’d get to your place and five minutes later he’d get a call or the voice channel tech on his wrist would blow up with his brother’s voices.

This had been the fourth time this week and Leo usually never called you right after portaling, maybe it had shown on your face how disappointed you were. The plan had been a movie night, and five minutes into the movie, (quite seriously you had paused it to see how far the both of you had gotten) and he was portaling away promising to finish it with you later.

You had just gotten comfortable in each others arms too. Your heart panged, it had been even longer since something like that had happened. Or maybe not, truly you couldn’t remember and yet you felt guilty, guilty for feeling so needy. The only thing that made you feel half better was a good fan fiction and tumblr was usually your go-to. You searched up hurt/comfort fics and got to reading.

You’d start smiling as the characters would be there for each other in the end, show so much passion and love for one another. It warmed your heart and made you feel so so happy, you were kicking your feet at one particular cute scene when a blue circle formed above your bed. “Incoming!!” Leo yelled as he front flipped into his portal and almost crushed you.

“Leo!” You said exasperated falling off your own bed. “Whoops! My bad,” he chuckled as he peered over the edge of your bed to see your fallen figure on the ground. You looked up at him and couldn’t stop the small smile, happy he was back and happy he looked uninjured. You stood up and Leo rolled over, making room for you to get back in bed. “Oh what do we have here?” Leo said as he felt your phone underneath his shell. He picked it up, seeing it was still unlocked and open on a story, he cleared his throat, “My darling, you know that I would cross galaxies if it meant I could be with you, then he leaned in impossibly closer, looking down at your lips asking silently for your permission, you’re eyes said it all as he claimed-“

“LEONARDO STOP IT!” Your skin went a few shades darker with embarrassment as you lunged for your phone. But Leo being the little annoying shit that he is, kept on reading, holding the phone away from you “-your lips in a warm embrace and it was everything you had dreamed it would be, soft and warm yet you could feel his burning passion for you,” Leo looked smugly at you and you decided the time for action was now. You got on top of his plastron effectively stunting his escape and eventually stopped his waving arm as you pried your phone from his three green fingers.

You huffed, locking the phone and shooting Leo the death glare. He was looking up at you, smirking, he was always so freaking cocky! Yet as the two of you had a staring match you could see a slight hint of a blush just underneath his bandana. “Sooo” Leo said looking down at where your legs were straddling him and was it possible to feel even more embarrassed?! You yelped and jumped off of him quickly, accidentally kicking him, “okay, I may have deserved that one,” he sputtered as he tried to regain his composure.

“Oh I’m sorry did I kick you ?” You said looking at his plastron and not seeing any bruises. “It’s fine,” Leo said laughing, “must’ve really embarrassed you huh?” You glowered again, all concern gone, “You think? I climbed all over you with no regard to get you to stop!” and then you sighed, turning away from him. “Aw Y/n I was just teasing, it sounded like a.. great story!” He said enthusiastically. “But isn’t it kinda cheesy?” he added on unable to help his questioning as to why.

“Not to me, it’s so romantic and,” you stopped short feeling your ears warm, “and?” Leo said scooting closer to peer over your shoulder to see your face. “I don’t know, just drop it!” You felt the all consuming blush take over again. “Darling~” Leo cooed and you looked at him to see he was blushing furiously too, “I’d portal across the entire universe if it meant I could be next to you.. watching our favorite movies,” he smiled down at you slightly embarrassed cause it was just so cheesy to him.

But to you it made your heart melt, especially since he said it so seriously. But then he goes on unable to stop himself from ruining a sweet moment, “then he leans closer,” but wait-! He really was leaning closer, your eyes widened and he looked like he was trying to act like he’d done this before, “silently asking for your permission,” but as he looked to your eyes he didn’t know what a ‘yes look’ was so as the seconds ticked on, you initiated despite feeling so flustered,

it was a soft, sweet kiss that was fleeting and chaste. You leaned back and opened your eyes to see Leo grinning, “well I can see the appeal,” he murmured as he leaned back in for one more. Maybe you’d have to leave your fan fiction up and open on your phone more often..

#rise leo x reader #leonardo hamato #oneshot #rottmnt #rise leonardo #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fandom #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #leo #tmnt fluff #tmnt 2018 #rise turtles #request #fluff #leo x y/n

[natalynsie]

Candy (Noco Oneshot)

Cody’s afternoons consisted of normal teenage things. Playing video games, doing homework, and thinking about Gwen.

So, a usual Thursday afternoon, Cody was laying in bed, watching a youtube video but not fully paying attention, and thinking about Gwen.

He thought about how she looked today in Spanish, and the things she said, all the typical stupid delusional teenage boy things that consumed Cody’s life.

Yeah. By this point, Cody knew he had no shot with Gwen. He stopped flirting with her for the most part. And they were chill as friends. Well, more like acquaintances. Either way, he stopped all of that because at this point he knew he was being annoying. But that didn’t stop him from thinking about her.

Cody yawned and turned off his phone.

Spanish was great. Cody loved sitting behind Gwen. When the teacher wasn’t being a stickler, Cody had a good time talking to Trent, Gwen, and Noah. And he did. And Gwen looked so good. She put her hair up in a half-up-half-down and she couldn’t have looked cuter. Cody was 79% sure she caught him staring.

Cody rubbed his eyes, adjusting his pillow.

Noah looked pretty cute too. He wore jeans today, and this cute little button-up shirt. Cody wondered why Noah had dressed so nicely these past few weeks. Whatever it was, Cody was not complaining. He didn’t mind a little eye candy.

In English that morning, they played grammar games. It was table versus table, and the winners each round got candy. If that wasn’t a motivator, Cody didn’t know what was.

Unfortunately, the rest of the class thought the same way.

“The second sentence should have a comma. You need to move you’re in the way. should have a comma between move and you’re. Congratulations to Eva’s table.”

Eva smirked at Cody and his table.

Ms. Brown walked to Eva’s table with a bowl of candy.

“Thank you Ms. Brown,” Harold said dryly. Leshawna, Ezekiel, and Eva just responded by taking their candy.

“You won this time Eva, but we will be victorious!” Izzy exclaimed.

“Calm down Izzy,” Noah suggested.

Izzy shook her head at Eva before returning her eyes to her own table with Noah and Cody.

“We gotta step up our game, guys,” Cody heard Courtney say from another table with Duncan and Alejandro. Cody turned his attention to Trent’s table, but it seemed he, Tyler, and Justin weren’t really interested. The other two tables did seem in-the-game, though.

“Okay, gameplan,” Noah began. “Me and Izzy do the work. Cody checks us over if we get our paper returned. Owen gives the paper to Ms. Brown when we tell him to because he sits the closest. Ready?”

“Wow, Noah. I didn’t know you liked candy that much,” Izzy expressed.

“Yeah, I thought you weren’t big on sweets,” Owen confessed.

“I’m just competitive,” Noah stated.

“No, you aren’t,” Cody replied. “You’re in my gym class. I’ve never even seen you touch a dodgeball.”

Noah crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. He took a quick glance at Cody before looking away. “I’m just into the game.”

“Ohhh,” Owen smiled. “I get it.”

“Get what?” Cody asked.

Owen laughed. “Nothing.”

Cody remained confused, but brushed it off. “Well I’m glad you’re doing whatever you’re doing, because I love candy.”

“We know,” Noah stated.

“I didn’t,” Izzy told the group.

Ms. Brown handed out the new papers. “Three, two, one, turn your papers over.”

Papers all around the room were immediately turned over.

Cody watched as Izzy and Noah stared at the paper, analyzing every word.

"Capital," Noah deadpanned, scratching the paper with his pencil.

Izzy made some changes all well before Noah handed the paper to Owen.

Owen charged for the teacher's desk, but unfortunately he came back with the paper. "We got the first 3 right but we're missing something."

"Cody," Noah said, shortly.

Cody nodded and immediately took the paper. "You forgot punctuation here," Cody pointed to a spot that read "I asked for a ham sandwich" he said. "Wait. Comma or period?"

"Comma," Noah answered quickly. "Dialogue with dialogue tags after it always has a comma instead of a period."

Cody quickly added a comma and handed the paper back to Owen.

After skimming two other papers Ms. Brown took Owen's.

"Good job. Owen's team wins this round."

Ms. Brown explained why Noah's team won, a few groans at simple mistakes were heard around the room.

Ms. Brown took the candy bowl and let the group each take a piece.

Cody quickly grabbed a green apple jolly rancher and popped it in his mouth.

"I can't believe you like green apple," Noah stated, twirling his snickers bar between his middle and pointer finger.

"It's the best flavor, no questions asked," Cody responded.

Noah rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Want my chocolate?"

"Really?"

"I wouldn't say it if I wasn't offering."

"Okay. Sure." Cody took Noah's snickers, smiling widely.

Noah smiled back.

Cody sat up in bed. He looked at the clock for a moment before staring back at his wall.

When the hell did I start thinking about Noah?

How did he get from Gwen to Noah? He was just thinking about how beautiful Gwen looked and all the things she did today and then he started thinking how beautiful Noah looked and all the things he did today.

And Noah looked so beautiful today.

Why was Cody thinking about how beautiful his friend was?

"Fuck," Cody whispered. "I like him"

Cody laid back down. He liked him. He liked Noah. Of all people.

And why? Because he wore a goddamn button-up shirt and gave him a candy bar in English. Izzy really was right when she said his type was girls who are mean to him and boys who are nice to him.

Cody did not need to like a boy. That was not something he needed to do. Especially with his parents.

Well to look on the bright side, maybe this would help him get over Gwen. Hopefully. But he hoped it wouldn't give him another useless unrequited crush.

Either way, this was a problem for morning Cody.

#fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #cody x noah #codyxnoah #high school #high school au #noah x cody #noahxcody #td #total drama #td cody #td noah #td gwen #td izzy #td owen #natie fics #natie wawanakwa high school fics

[mcyt-sh1t]

may i request a headcanon/ fic of punz helping u with ur addiction to smoking? (cigarettes or juul/vape) i need some comfort rn :,)

“YOU REALLY GOTTA STOP THIS..” ー punz x reader (oneshot)

ー summary ₊˚◝ punz comforts/tries to make reader stop smoking/vaping/juul (I CAN’T FIND THE ANON ASK??? - 25/07/2023 | 26/07/2023 - nvm i found it &lt;;3)

| or; where punz learns that you can’t stop smoking and tries his best to help you stop or at least make you cope in another way

ー ₊˚◝ punz x gn!reader small oneshot

ー warnings ₊˚◝ smoking mention(obviously), a bit of swearing? use of petnames and good girl? (do i even have to tag that- its not used sexually i swear)

ー notes ₊˚◝ the original title/summary is from an anon i got a long long time ago all credit goes to them, i just wrote this idea out, so thank you again for the idea <33 | fair warning i’m not really in the mcyt fandom anymore but i want to at least try to write the ideas you all gave me and i haven’t published yet)

i quickly searched my jean pockets until i found a rough metal box that made my fingers cold instantly. i took it out of the denomination and folded the cap. my thumb ran along both sides of the box. a small but fiery flame blasted from above. it shook in the air waiting for me to ignite it. but it only reached the end of the cylinder. immediately a thick smog enveloped each of my scenes bitterly.

the cigarette seemed to fit perfectly between my thin fingers like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Smoke arose and formed a work of art. i applied it to my lips and let the craft flow into my breath. my breathing became more relaxed. every time i inhaled, i exhaled gently in an amazing pattern. i closed my eyes effortlessly. i continued to breathe in silence. the smoke was carried by the wind. It made its way along the melody of the rain thundering on the patio floor. 

"hi." i heard a raspy voice say and almost immediately i felt cold hands wrap around my waist.

"hi."

"what are you doing?" he asks clearly still half asleep.

"nothing. go back to sleep, you idiot. you're clearly tired."

"hm.. nope."

"why are you stubborn? go, now."

"nope."

"fine, stay then."

"why do you want me gone that badly?" he asks with a laugh but then spots the cigarette between my lips. "uh, i thought you stopped that?"

"huh?" i ask confused by his question but then remember the cigarette in my hand. "ohh. yeah, i did. well i tried to. didn't work very well." i say putting it back in between my lips again.

"right. give me that."

"what? oh you want a go? okay."

he grabs the cigarette from my lips and just when i think he's about to put it in between his lips, he drops it on the floor and smushes it till the flame goes out.

"hey what the fuck! i was using that!" i say angrily looking at him smirking. "it's not funny. stop smirking, you idiot." i say lightly pushing him.

"oh it is so funny. why are you so upset about a cigarette anyway?"

i stay silent for a while. when i finally lift my head up to look at him, he's looking at me with patience. he seems to understand. "helps me cope, i guess." i say while trying to grab another but i'm stopped by him grabbing the box from my hand. "hey! give that back!"

"nope. mine now."

"wow okay."

"you really gotta stop this.." he says hiding the box in his pocket which he zips up making it harder for me to reach for it considering its by his side.

"i know. i tried."

"try harder please."

"okay, i will."

"good girl. i'm proud of you."

"thank you, love you"

"love you too, idiot"

"i'm your idiot"

"indeed."

ー end ramble ₊˚◝ is this even good? i don't know- help.

#punz x reader #punz imagine #punz #x reader #dream smp x reader

[toothpastecanyon]

Noie’s Friends, Chapter 4

A collection of oneshots about Noie's years at college.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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Cutting across the lawn of her old house, Noie couldn’t help but think about all the times she’d made this walk before. She could almost feel a backpack weighing her down, couldn’t she? And someone walking beside her…

She gave a half-glance across her shoulder at that, and rolled her eyes. Hefted the presents under her arm, and stopped at the front door. She gave it a couple knocks, and stood back, fishing something out of her handbag.

She only had a moment. There was a thunk from inside as the door bolt was drawn back, and David opened the door just in time to get doused in a handful of party streamers.

“Happy birthday Grandpa!” Noie blew a party horn at his unsmiling face. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you-”

“Alright, get inside.”

“Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!” Noie clapped against her shoulder as she was led indoors. “Yay, it’s your birthday! What’s the number now, you old geezer? Only twenty, right?”

“We’re a long ways past twenty, kid.” He closed the door. “Eighty-six.”

“Oh, I’d never have guessed!”

“Heh. Sure you wouldn’t.” David raised his arm, and gave her a hug. “Good to see you, kid. Missed you or something.”

“Missed you too, Grandpa. I gotta come over more often.”

“Yeah, you should. And where’s Dipper? Thought you said he was coming?”

Noie pulled back a bit. “Haha, yeah, me too!” she said, laughing through her teeth. “Me too, but this morning he came down with some kinda cold and couldn’t make it… uh, anyway, where do I put the birthday stuff!”

David’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer. Then he looked away, and waved a hand in the direction of the dining table before shuffling towards the kitchen. Noie made a face at that, and walked through the living room.

It was a little different from how she remembered. It was almost a little cleaner; of course Noie had cleaned the place when she lived there, but she’d never had the time to dust off the end tables, to shake out all the creases in the carpet. The ever-present rumble of the TV in the back was gone, too, and the pictures… Oh, there were pictures again.

Noie set two presents and a cake on the table, and looked closer at the frames on the counter. There were old ones - she definitely recognised a few from Allie’s office - but there was a photo she’d never seen before; it looked like a young her and Dipper, sitting on the grass with their grandmother.

She picked it up, and saw the way Allie was smiling - not quite as happily as the ones with Leon, no, but there was a quiet warmth there. She had her hand around little Noie’s shoulder, and Noie could remember how that felt.

Stars… she missed her. There was a hand on her shoulder, now.

“I love that one,” David said, softly. “Found it on Allie’s old phone. She had a lot of you two.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah…” David scratched his chin. “I been going through a lot of old pictures lately.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

David snorted, and sat down at the table. Noie sat across from him, and accidentally kicked some kind of heavy box.

“What the-“

“Don’t worry about it.” David picked up a present. “Do I start or what?”

“Yeah, let’s go! That one’s from Dipper!”

“Dipper, huh.” He shook it a bit, and then tore off the packaging. “Doesn’t sound like socks this time, I don’t- huh?”

“What is it?”

With a raised eyebrow, David brought out a piece of some kind of piping. “Looks like a part for the sink? It’s working fine, I dunno why he gave me this.”

“Yeah, no idea.” Noie pursed her lips. “I sure wonder why he didn’t just ask me what to get you if he was out of ideas.”

“Aww, don’t be so hard on your brother.” He set it to one side. “I’m sure he thought it’d be some kind of useful… and what’ve you gotten me? Some kind of book? Feels lighter than-”

“You gotta open the card first!”

David snorted, and reached for it. “Alright, alright. What’s in it, money?”

“Better than money! A joke!”

“Oh, joy.” He tore the envelope and drew it out. “Okay, says ‘Happy eightieth-’ and you crossed this out and put eighty-sixth - ‘birthday. If you can read this far, you’ve got pretty good eyes for such an old fart, I mean esteemed gentleman. And if you can read this far-’ and the text keeps getting smaller. Yes, yes, very funny.” He opened it. “Happy birthday to the bestest grandpa in the world, love from Noie.’ And you’ve written a lot on the side.”

Noie watched him read through it, watched something like a smile soften his features for a moment. If his eyes got a little misty. It was hard to tell; he quickly rubbed them away, closed the card, and said a gruff, “Thank you,” before moving onto the present.

That was alright. Noie grinned for the both of them as he unwrapped it.

“Alright, what’s this… oh, it’s a copy of the Legend of the Shadow?”

“Yeah, I know your old movie disc got scuffed a while back.” Noie snorted. “It was, uh, not easy to find something that wasn’t just on a magiorb, but here it is! So you can watch it again!”

“Oh, that’s real thoughtful of you, kid.” David opened the case to look inside. “Maybe I’ll give it a watch tonight. I haven’t turned on the TV in a while, actually.”

Noie snorted. “Suure… Wait, really?”

“I don’t know what that tone’s for, I haven’t.” He closed it with a snap. His fingers tapped on the corners - almost nervously. “No, I… I’ve been, uh, working on a project, actually.”

“A project?”

“Yeah, I… that was why I was hoping Dipper’d come by too… maybe I can do it separate. Yeah, that’d be okay, I think.”

She chuckled at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Check, uh, under the table.”

Noie looked down, and saw two large, brown, rectangular presents stacked on top of each other. She frowned.

“What are there?”

“It’s for you. And Dipper - no, don’t take the top one. The bottom’s for you.”

Whatever it was, it was heavy. “Hey, Grandpa,” she said as she lugged it onto the table. “You do know it’s not my birthday, right? You didn’t have to give me anything.”

“Ah, it’s not… it’s not a present, not exactly.” David was tapping hard on the table, not quite meeting her eyes. “It’s something I’ve been wanting to give you kids for a while… something to remember me by, I guess.”

“What?” Noie tried for a laugh. “You’re not planning on going anywhere, are you?”

“Of course not. But I’m… I’m getting on in years, and… just open it, Naomi.”

Shooting him a very strange look, Noie started opening it. Whatever wrapping he’d used was rough, waxy, and it took her a long, awkward moment to tear it all away and reveal…

“A big book?”

“Just open it.”

It was a large, leatherbound tome - strangely new, too. Noie hefted open the cover, and the first thing she saw was a bit of his handwriting on the first page.

For my granddaughter Naomi, it read. A brilliant young lady who will change the world in ways I cannot imagine.

Her breath caught in her chest. She looked up sharply, mouth open, but David wouldn’t even look her way now; his whole body was turned to stare out into the porch.

She flipped the page, and found old newspapers, glued smooth and straight to the paper. Old articles, old headlines from the mundane to the gripping: MAGIORB TECHNICAL FAULT FORCES RECALL IN EUROPE, DEMONIC ATTACK IN COLORADO RULED NOT AN ACT OF TERROR, TENSIONS RISE AS CALIFORNIA CONGRESS REVISITS VAMPIRE ‘SUNLIGHT LAWS’

The pictures, the columns all blended together, but Noie noticed one thing under every heading.

By David Argenta.

“I always wanted to be a journalist, you know.”

Noie looked up. David was still staring into space, but there was a shine in his eye. He smiled a bit.

“That’s how I met Allie in college, though she ended up finding a - heh - more direct way of changing the world.” He scratched his chin. “But I wanted to change things too. I wanted to make it a better place, and I tried at first, I really did. It got to me, though - all the problems I reported on that never got better, all the fuckin’ shitty people ruling the world…”

He paused for a long, long moment. His fingers quivered a bit in his lap - then he blinked, sat up, glanced quickly back at her, then cleared his throat.

“Uh, anyway… that’s the result of it. All my old work - that I could track down, at least.” He gave a shrug. “I dunno if any of it means anything, really. I never did anything all that noteworthy in the end… not like Allie.” There was a grim half-smile there. “Oh, Allie. I don’t know if she had something I didn’t - or, heh, if I should’ve just been trying harder - but she was… she was real special.”

Finally, with an effort, David met her eyes.

“Just like you, kid. I see so much of her in you.” He rubbed his face. “You’re gonna… I know- I know I don’t say it as often as I should, but I-I’m really… I… I’m so p-proud of you.”

Noie swallowed.

“I-I am, I- ah, stupid fucking…” He furiously wiped his eyes. “Look, I-I just, I know it wasn’t easy for you growing up, a-and I don’t want that t-to be all you’ll remember of m-me when… when I-I’m gone, I-I wanted…” He stopped, took a breath. “I don’t fucking know what I wanted. Not this… I-I’m sorry, kid, this is a mess, I’ll-”

“Wait!” Noie jerked up when he turned away. There was a lump in her throat as she spoke. “No, this was…! thank you, Grandpa. Thank you for doing this.”

Noie picked up the book. David leaned away as she walked around the table. She touched his shoulder, and he felt so tense he might’ve been stone.

“Seriously… this means a lot to me.” She flipped through the pages. “How long did you spend on this?”

“Hmm… a while.” He gave a flat chuckle. “Then I had to glue it in and shit. I think I borrowed some of your old scrapbooking stuff.”

“Wait, like all my glitter glue?”

“Yes.” He glanced up. “Was that a mistake? I thought those things were like a dollar at the gas station, I didn’t think they were sentim- are you laughing?”

“Yes, oh my stars! My grumpy old grandpa pasting stuff in with unicorn sparkles gluesticks, that’s amazing!”

David huffed and pushed her away. She hugged the book to her chest.

“You’re the best, Grandpa. I’m gonna treasure this.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s yours now, do whatever you want with it. No obligations if you give it away, or…” He gave a snort. “Y’know, It’d prop up a table nicely-”

“No, I’m serious. I am going to treasure this.”

David looked at her. His eyebrows raised a little, and then he nodded.

“Well… thank you. I’m glad to hear that.”

She smiled at him, watched him smile a little at his hands. It was quiet for a moment, and then David cleared his throat.

“Right.” He rose to his feet. “Well, no need to linger on it. Just, uh, tell your brother to swing by sometime, will you?” His expression tightened. “I know he isn’t big on seeing me these days, no rush… maybe round Christmas?”

At that, Noie’s stomach gave a lurch. She shrugged. “Oh… yeah! Maybe Christmas.” Staring at that shine in his eyes, she felt a squeeze on her heart. “Maybe.”

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“Breathe.”

A dark void. A blue flame. Alcor walked forwards, each step echoing in the silence, and stopped in front of her. The flames lit his face from below, casting ominous shadows above his cheeks, leaving only his glowing eyes to piece through the darkness, down at her, down through her. He spoke again.

“Now… open your hands.”

Noie raised her eyebrows. “This feels unnecessarily dramatic.”

“Aww, come on. I never get to teach magic lessons, they always find me out.”

“Hmm. Well, can we at least switch the lights back on? This is hurting my eyes.”

Dipper hesitated for a moment, and then with a grumble he shuffled back and flipped a switch, revealing the plain old interior of their dorm room.

“Well great, now it just looks lame,” he muttered, “Might as well just do it in a classroom, get a textbook…”

Noie giggled. “I love you too, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, where was I… Oh, I remember.” He kneeled down. “Yeah, hold your hands out like- yeah, like that! And I’m gonna put this fire in your hands.”

She gulped. “Okay?”

“It’s my fire, it can’t hurt you. All you need to do is keep it about the same size, okay? Not too big, not too small.” He gave her a smile. “You good with that?”

“Uh, sure. Give it over.”

There was a pit in her stomach as she watched Dipper gently take her hands. In one movement, he tipped his palms, and the fire seemed to slide onto her fingers, onto her. Suddenly she felt it drawing on some deep part of her, bringing it bubbling up to the surface. It flared up brighter and taller, brighter, taller-

“Hey, hey, breathe! Remember what we talked about!”

Noie glanced up at him, and then forced herself to take a breath. Through clenched teeth, she drew air in, held it, and let it out; in, hold, and out. In her hands, the fire stopped growing, settling into a flame about twice as large as the one she’d been given.

“There, there we go! You got it!”

“Uh, have I?” She held it away from her. “It’s still massive!”

“We can work on that, don’t worry. Let’s do it now - I’ll do it with you.”

She watched him sit across from her, holding his own fire. He took a deep breath, and smiled at her.

“Just relax, okay?” He closed his eyes. “Breathe, and try and find the source of it. Know where it’s coming from, get a feel for it.”

Noie didn’t quite close her eyes, but she did force her shoulders down. A deep breath, and then she tried to look inward, tried to find where that magic was bubbling up from again. She breathed, and she felt it, deep in her mind, like a spring flowing from the core of her being.

If she focused, she could control it - sort of. If she concentrated one way, the fire flared up, and if she thought a little differently, it died down. Strange.

“There you go. Yeah, play with it. How does it feel?”

“How, uh, does it…” Noie struggled to pay attention to him and the fire. “It’s, um, weird. Still weird.”

“Yeah, it’ll be weird for a while.” A chuckle. “Was for me. Mabel and I spent ages trying to get a handle on it.”

Mabel. Noie’s flame stuttered in time with her breath. She glanced up.

“Mabel?”

“Yeah, my sister. You know-”

“I know she was your sister.”

“Right.” A pause. “Yeah, uh, we used to work on magic stuff - mostly demon stuff. I remember… heh, I remember all the summoning trainings we used to do.” He laughed. “She made me run through all these little intros I’d give, all ‘Who dares summon Alcor the Dreambender!’”

Noie swallowed. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to - he seemed lost in his thoughts now.

“Yeah… heh, I remember my dad walking in on one of those, back in the real old times. It was, uh, effective.”

A laugh again, but this one ended in a sigh. Noie looked up again to find him staring into the middle distance, a misty shine in his eyes. She looked down, and found her fire had gone out. Her hands were cold, cupping nothing; she clasped them against her chest.

“Your… dad?”

“Yeah.” Alcor’s head bowed a little. “He was… it was tough on him, you know? I don’t think he ever quite knew what to do about it. Neither of them did.”

“About being a demon?”

“Hmm?” His eyes flitted up; suddenly, he seemed to remember who he was talking to. “Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry, I got super off topic there, sorry-”

“That’s okay!” Noie said, ignoring the knot in her stomach. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, here I go off on a big tangent, your fire went out!” He chuckled nervously and floated closer. “Here, hold your hands out again.”

She did so, and took a deep breath as another ball of flame slid onto her palms. It flared up again like before, but this time it was quick, returning to a steady blue burn. She was almost getting used to the feeling.

Bad at first, but getting used to it. Noie frowned. Getting used to all this…

“Dipper?”

“Yeah?”

“You gonna visit Grandpa sometime?”

Noie could almost feel the change in his aura; she felt shock like a shiver down her spine. He stuttered for words.

“Wh-what?” A nervous laugh. “Oh, David, um… I’m not sure! Why?”

“You should do it sometime. You know, he wants to give you-”

“Those journals, I-I saw. A-and I’m sorry I bailed on you guys for his birthday - I thought I could do it, but…” he turned away. “It’s… complicated.”

Complicated. Noie watched the flames flare a bit. He said that for Thanksgiving, too.

“It’s not going to stop being complicated, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, just-”

“In fact, it’s probably gonna get worse the more you wait.” She leaned forwards. “He knows you’re avoiding him. He doesn’t know why. Sooner or later you’re gonna have to-”

“I know!” Dipper snapped. He glared at her. “I know that, okay? And I’m sorry it’s hurting him, I… I don’t want to hurt him.” He looked down. “I’ve done enough of that already, haven’t I. Killed his son, and now I’m gonna invite myself to his house, give him a present, listen to him tell me how much he loves me-”

“Oh, he won’t do that, don’t worry,” Noie said, and watched him shoot her a look.

“I’ve killed a lot of people, you know.” He stared down at his hands. “But I’ve never… he loved Leon so much. I look at him, a-and that’s all I can see. If he knew who I really was…”

And he didn’t quite finish. Noie watched him trail off, watched him go still, watched his gaze cloud with an ancient pain that made her heart beat faster. There was a strange blue glow to the room suddenly; she looked down, and watched the fire in her hands flare up to eye level.

She could feel it burning deep in her chest, too. It almost felt like anger.

______________________________________________________________

“Breathe.”

Eyes closed, feet planted in a wide stance, Noie took a deep breath. In, and out. In, and she could hear the sound of leaves swishing in the breeze, of birds chirping in the distance. Out, and she could feel the wind on her face, the blotches of sunlight that made their way down from a towering canopy.

In again, and she could-

“Think fast!”

A sudden shove made Noie yelp and stumble backwards. She opened her eyes and glared up at Bea.

“Argh, would you stop doing that!”

“I’m just teaching you some reflexes, Silver.”

She watched Bea struggle to suppress a chuckle. “No, you’re not. You just like pushing me over.”

“I mean, that too, yeah.” She reached out a hand. “Makes two good reasons not to stop, eh?”

“And I got dirt on my jeans… ugh, maybe I’m done with magic lessons today-”

“Aww, c’mon, we just started! One more time, Silver!” Bea held her hands up when Noie shot her a look. “Won’t shove you, swear on my soul! Now close your eyes.”

After a long hesitation, she rolled her eyes, closed them, and started to breathe. In, and out. In, and out. The sounds of the forest were coming back to her… and, strangely, something deeper. It was like a hum, or a heartbeat; she didn’t hear or see it as much as feel it, feel the power in the air… the same power within herself.

It seemed to respond to her attention. She felt herself flushing as it all came to the surface, and her hands… they felt like they were on fire. Maybe they were; she had to sneak a look just to check.

“That’s good, Silver. That’s real good.” Bea touched her shoulder, like she was adjusting it. “Now, try that one I taught you.”

“The one that blew up in my face?”

“Yeah, yeah, that one!”

Noie grimaced. She squared her shoulders, extended her arm, and called out, “Caladnor!”

She felt it leave her, and instantly there was a bright light on the back of her eyelids. Opening them, she saw a blinding column of fire streaming out from her palm.

“Hey, good!” She could hear Bea saying. “Now try cutting it off!”

It was hard to stop the flow once it got started, but Noie had practiced. She breathed, squeezed her hands into fists, and focused on cutting off the stream. It slowed, slowed, slowed… and stopped. She felt it stagnate in her body again, and heard a slow clap.

“Now would you look at that flow control!” Bea patted her on the back. “That’s someone who’s not gonna blow herself up on a candle spell. You proud of yourself, Silver?”

Noie looked at her. “Proud? I… guess? I mean it’s cool to get control of it… I guess I don’t really see where shooting fireballs is gonna come in handy in my life.”

“Not with that attitude it won’t!” Bea chuckled as she shook her head. “You are… you are something else, kid. You learn you got the power to twist reality at your fingertips, and you wonder how it goes with your degree!”

“No, it’s cool, it is cool, it’s just…” she shrugged. “It just still doesn’t feel like it fits in with me, you know?” A grimace. “I mean, don’t laugh at me, but the first thing that comes to mind is how I really should get on with signing up for the National Magic Registry. It’s still a misdemeanor in this state.”

“Silver, no offence, I’m absolutely gonna laugh at you for that.”

She pulled away. “It’s always affecting my life. It’s always me having to clean stuff up, me having to lie to people about our past… I feel like I can’t be honest to anybody!”

“I can think of two people.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and Dipper - and that’s great and all, but Dipper’s a bit of a mess with parent stuff and you… and, uh, you…” She suddenly realised she was directly talking about Bea. “Uh, you’re… not always the most sensitive…”

Bea snorted. “Nah, I’m an asshole, I get it. Keep going.”

“I totally went off on a tangent, didn’t I. Also thank you, uh, for teaching me, I don’t think I even said that-”

“No, no, seriously, keep going! Demon drama, I’m into it.”

Noie made a face at that, but she did continue. “Look, my grandpa can be a real jerk. He can, but… I guess, I miss not feeling like I’m lying to him all the time, you know?” She frowned. “And it’s because Dipper won’t lie to him. Like, I get if he doesn’t want to tell Grandpa he killed Leon, a-and he doesn’t have to, okay! That’s fine, but that means he can’t just disappear from his life - he still thinks Dipper’s his grandson!”

“Yeah, no, for sure…” Bea nodded slowly, a smile frozen on her face. “I forget how fucked up your family is sometimes, Silver. That’s a mess.”

“It is a mess.” She sighed. “And the more he avoids it, the more he leaves it to me to cover it up. How long do I have to keep covering for him? I know he’s not gonna come clean for Christmas, either… Wh, what am I even supposed to do, you know?”

“Well, I know what I’d do.”

“What?”

“Probably give up. Walk into the woods and don’t come back.” She flashed an almost guilty smile at Noie. “What, you thought I had a real answer?”

“Hmph. I mean, it’s an answer.” Noie sat there for another moment, and then stood up. “Uh, anyway, I’ll figure it out! Sorry for, uh, the whole word dump… Back to magic, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah!” She clapped her hands. “Back to my comfort zone! What were we doing, some sort of baby’s first spell shit?”

“It was Caladnor-” Noie said, and her heart dropped as a strange surge went through her. Her hands got warm, hot, but they didn’t catch on fire - wait, they didn’t catch on fire! “Bea! Look at that, I did it!”

“More accurately, you didn’t do it.” Bea leaned forwards, a lazy grin pulling at the corner of her mouth. “Nice job, Silver. So, no more lessons, huh? You don’t need me anymore?”

Noie blinked. “What?”

“Well, that was the deal, right? You only wanted to learn enough magic to not blow yourself up - well, I got you there, so I guess we can pack it in…” She made a show of looking away for a moment, before returning with a bright gleam in her eyes. “Unless,” she said, her grin sharpening, “You’d like to take it a bit further?”

Noie felt an odd shiver go down her spine, but shrugged it off and raised an eyebrow. “You mean, keep doing lessons with you?”

“Yup. I mean listen, Silver, maybe I’m just built different, but it’s crazy to me that you’re not interested in your magic! And I think I know why - it’s the dumb human spells we’ve been using.” She rolled her eyes. “Not to be rude, but human magic is, uh, useless? I mean seriously, you guys took your magic, and you diced it up into all these separate spells with their own special little names you can file away in your fancy books… magic, magic doesn’t need any of that! Fact is, it’s better off without it! Look!” She opened her palm, and a flame flashed into life. “Did I need to say some special little stupid phrase for that? No! It’s, it’s magic, it’s a part of me, and it’s a part of you, too!”

Noie stepped back; she’d never seen Bea this animated. “Okay…?”

“All I’m saying is, you’re learning magic the wrong way. That’s why you don’t like it. But,” With a grin, Bea closed her hand, and when she opened it again, an acorn sat on her palm. “I can teach you, how to teach yourself. And I can show you right now, if you’re up for it. How does that sound, Silver?”

The look Bea was giving her… sometimes Noie could picture her as a demon. The way she spoke, her voice brimming with an uncanny glee, and the way she toyed with the acorn in her hands, rolling it between her fingers like die to be cast. But maybe Bea could tell how she was coming off; she seemed to freeze for a moment, and then cleared her throat, and straightened her smile.

“Or, uh,” she said, and shuffled her feet a bit. “Just think it over at least, will you? Maybe I came off a bit strong - I’m not trying to force you into something, I just think…”

She hesitated, and even though her eyes didn’t leave Noie’s face, she got the sense Bea was looking past her, far into the distance.

“I think you hold yourself back a lot,” she said, quietly. “More than you think you do. Maybe… it’s time to just stop taking it from everyone, you know?”

Noie frowned at that. “Is this about earlier?” She said, after a moment. “You want me to, what, talk to him about it?”

At that, Bea just gave her a smile. She tossed her something, and instinctively Noie stumbled to catch it, and then looked at what was in her hands.

It was an acorn - small, yet strangely warm. And Bea spoke again.

“I should probably get going, Silver. But hey - think about it, alright?” She walked over with a lazy smile, and slung an arm around Noie’s shoulders. “Now, let’s get you home.”

#transcendence au #Noie #Noie's Brother #toothwrites

[squiddybeifong]

gods...i just found myself rereading all of your damirae fics in the middle of the night you write just so so beautiful, could you do 46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” from pairing drabbles and/or 10. Who picks up the other fireman style in a playful way? from fluffy otp questions with damirae?

Anon I know you sent this a while ago but my heart keeps exploding at your compliments thank you so much!!! Really hope you like this

46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” / 10. Who picks up the other fireman style in a playful way? 

On Ao3 here:

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Raven let out a curious little hum as she strolled through Hell, her chest swelling at how every single demon she passed avoided her. Always the same with the less powerful: stay unseen and hide from confrontation. At the thought she wondered where her brothers were, a smirk on her lips as she considered whether or not she’d get a chance to defeat them again just for kicks.

She let out a whistle as she made her way to her father’s domain. A cerberus bounded up and greeted her, each of its heads letting out a growl as she scratched behind their ears. The dogs let out a whine as she strode past them, but Raven paid them no mind. Passing by the bleached skulls, decaying corpses, chained insurgents and the speckles of specters that zoomed across the rotting floor, she opened all four of her eyes to stare up at the staircase that led to phase one of her syd’s plan. 

The demoness took a second to bite back the indignation that came whenever she sighted the being that sired her. Shrugging her shoulders to force any annoyance off her features, she bounded up the steps. 

An unusual sight greeted her. Now on most occasions, her father would be hunched over in some way; many instances he had been looking over his carefully laid out plans for the Earth and all the life that inhabited it, sometimes he was over a set of runes and spells, calculating just how efficient he could jump between dimensions as he destroyed them, and other times she walked in on him making a statement to the lesser demons through a beating. 

Today he was simply sitting on his throne, silently drumming his gnarled fingertips in the eye sockets of the skull that held the weight of his hand. She knew that while the sky above Earth had long cleared up from her rune those pesky pockets of black magic kept opening and closing along the planet’s atmosphere. Her crimson eyes watched the portal in front of her father, showcasing all of the Justice League’s futile efforts to contain her destruction.

A grin split her lips; Damian’d be proud. The thought of how her syd would respond to such a success (both in planning out his next steps and ignoring his emotions when they were alone) brought a surge of mischief through her form; perching a hand on her hip, she impishly drawled out, “Well, well, well… Look who’s been busy.”

“Raven,” Trigon didn’t look up as she spoke, his attention on the residue from her latest antics. Justice League Dark was floundering with Wonder Woman being as injured as she was; without her presence, Zatanna’s leadership was as worthless as her spells and Constantine’s runes did nothing; Deadman’s magic could be troublesome if he had any stronger connection to his underworld, but the ghost was no issue as of now. The rest were so pitifully weak that he didn’t need to concern himself with any of them. 

A breath huffed out of his nose. While a planetary onslaught was always fun he didn’t dare let his daughter know of how well she had done, not with this lingering presence of some human connected to her. 

Raven strolled up to the base of his throne and Trigon glowered down at her, “What’s all this about?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and clicked her tongue. “Gotta be more clear.”

The demon straightened his back, making his shadow tower over her. His voice was a reverberating rumble through the room, “Any acquisition, let alone one that’s mortal is beneath you.” The gold of his eyes glinted dangerously and he stood, skulls cracking under his feet as he strode until he was right in front of his daughter. 

He crouched down until they were face to face. A threat disguised as a reminder, “Any progeny of mine has to have higher standards.” 

Raven tilted her head, unamused. She raised her face proudly, “I’ve found a way to stay on the Earth, haven’t I? Just like you wanted.”

Trigon narrowed his eyes. The demoness smirked and nudged her chin towards one of the halls, a hint of pride in her features, “And now I need you to do something for me.”

“And what would that be?”

–

Damian kept his face stoic as he stood in front of Trigon. 

Crimson fingers drummed along the skull’s eye sockets again, a sigh flowing through his lungs. Yes, he was the one who Raven was connected to but for him to come to his domain with demands; this mortal was far more idiotic than he’d first assumed. A blood-curdling smile formed on his lips as the demon briefly considered whether or not killing this man in front of his daughter would bring any additional entertainment.

Before he could capitalize, a moaning scream sounded just beyond the farthest pile of bones. Both tilted their chins towards the door as it opened, carrying in the echoing howls of the damned and the scent of a certain demoness’ perfume. 

Without taking her eyes off the beheaded cambion that she held, she lifted it up by its stringy hair and addressed her father, “I got the head. Brain death hasn’t set in yet but have you seen the–” Raven’s brows jumped, her steps faltering as she finally looked up and caught sight of her lover. 

Damian leveled a glare her way when Raven stopped, considering him for a moment. The door creaked out a ghastly moan as she let it slam shut behind her, the scheming possibilities that flew through her mind obvious on her face, “Oh.”

Eyes flicking to her father, her smile was forced now. “Whose idea was this?”

“Seems your mortal has some requests for me,” Trigon seemed affronted at the mere idea of anyone commanding anything of him, if the intensity of his glare on Damian meant anything. The human sneered back and Raven suppressed a groan, knowing what that look in her syd’s eyes meant. Before he could dig himself a deeper hole she walked up in between them, tossing the cambion’s head towards her father’s chest.

“Well sorry, Father Dearest,” The demoness drawled, her voice equally full of venom. She roughly kicked the back of Damian’s knee and playfully ran her fingers through the human’s hair when he buckled. Raven let out a quiet chuckle and aimed a shit-eating grin Trigon’s way, “But this one’s mine.”

She easily hefted Damian up fireman style over her shoulders and turned back the way she came. The shadows playfully bounced around her as she promised, “Your plans will be carried out to your orders but he doesn’t die unless I say so.” 

She ignored her father’s scowl on her back and Damian’s incessant wriggling and nags for her to “Let him down this instant!” until she was back in her quarters. Her higher pair of eyes closed and the other two went back to the indigo that she’d gotten so used to having when he was around. 

He kneed her shoulder. Raven scoffed as she dropped him onto her lounging chair, her sour mood keeping her from admiring how tempting he looked on top of silk and skull fragments. Damian was immediately up, glowering down at her as he pointed a finger in her face, “How dare you–”

She cut him off, the look on her face the most serious he’d ever seen, “You’re welcome for saving your life, Syd Damian.”

Something in her eyes made him hesitate and Raven leaned up until they were nose to nose. Desperation and –dare he say– concern were swimming in her impossibly small irises, her pupils blown wide with anger. Damian didn’t block her from poking his chest, now realizing the heat that clung to him from his brief time with Trigon. 

Raven let out a growl, “You may be my syd but know that you’re in my domain now.”

It was a warning, softened by the way she brought a hand up to brush aside any embers that fell on him. Damian narrowed his eyes as she gripped his cheek, “There’s a reason mortals who encounter him don’t survive. It’s best you remember that.”

He scoffed at her, ignoring the flicker of hesitation as he slid out of her grasp. The assassin readjusted his belt, ensuring that all his weapons were in their proper place, “I still have business with him.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Raven straightened her shoulders. At the hints of an argument still on his face, she pressed, “You feel the heat along your joints yet? Or the headache that comes when mortals breath Hell’s air for too long?”

Damian met her stare and she spat out, “Or that everything organic is slowing starting to melt? Your armor’ll do nothing if you’re dead inside it, my Syd.” 

The assassin didn’t outwardly react to her words, but Raven knew that he was listening. She licked her lips, “Do your business through me and you won’t get hurt. That’s what I’m here for, you know that.” 

Her grin softened somewhat; she let her eyes flick over him and the way he was haloed by the remnants of hellfire, “Unless you want that.”

Damian gave her a pointed look. He rolled his jaw and glanced away, considering whether or not he’d rather endure the death-bringing scratch of hellfire alongside her. A reluctant huff escaped him and he admitted, “Not until you’re back at base.”

Raven’s face brightened, “Oh? So you’re gonna leave this business to me?” She pressed up flush against his chest, pressing a self-satisfied kiss to his jaw. “Dare I say you trust me, Damian?”

Olive eyes rolled but he didn’t push her away, “Don’t push it, Demon.”

#damian wayne #raven #damirae #demonbirds #acquisition au #trigon #my writing #asked and answered #anon #i was just doing these as oneshots but i gotta put some half thought out plot in with this #so long chapter for *this* story but just under half of it is damirae so we're good #dami starting to trust her/her judgment and rae going out of her way to keep him safe is my shit y'all

[batshitbarnes]

▬❝ next to you. ❞

summary: after paying Leonard a visit in his quarters the unexpected happens. you're put into a twenty-four-hour quarantine and well... there's only one bed ⟶ {leonard "bones" mccoy x f!reader}

warnings: quarantine (not covid related but just in case), swearing

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ONESHOT. ⇾ 4103 WORDS

For the first time in weeks, yours and Leonard’s schedules had aligned. He’d come from a particular uneventful six-hour shift while you’d just spent the last hour and a half trying to scrap some sort of alien saliva off a turbo lift. You could’ve easily conked out moments after your shower but you were determined to spend some much needed time with one of the only people on the starship that didn’t try to make small talk about the gravitational mass of Jupiter’s moons. Leonard had rolled his eyes when he found you already sitting at the table in his quarters when he got there.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” he grumbled. 

“Oh boo,” you said, waving away his ‘greeting’, “you know you’re happy to see me.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” You might have once taken offence to the lack of humour in his voice but years of knowing him told you it was all just friendly banter.

He walked past you to the counter nearby and put down his PADD and personal med-kit. You swivelled on your chair to look at him. “You and I haven’t had a chance to sit down in ages, what’s new Doctor McCoy?” you asked, “Anything exciting going on?”

“Eh,” he shrugged, “Y’know how it is. Someone gets a cold, then there are twenty of them snivelling and sniffing in my office. Normal broken bits n pieces. Couple o’ concussions, few dislocated shoulders.”

“Boring. I heard the Captain brought a new STI on board from that last planet we visited, you gotta tell me if that’s true?”

He reached into his cupboards for two glasses, propping them up on the counter one by one as he searched for a drink. “Why? You ‘fraid you got it from him?” He looked up at you for a moment with a raised brow. 

You laughed. “Not in a million years. He’s not my type anyway.”

“Oh yeah,” Leonard said, popping the lid out of the scotch he’d found. He refrained from looking at you as he spoke. “Why, what is your type?”

Oh, c’mon, you stupid man. “Oh, I don’t know. Someone important I suppose.”

He chuckled at that, his deep throaty chuckle. “Captain not important enough for you, sweetheart.” You ran your finger along the edge of the table.

“Course not, I only settle for Admirals,” you said, sticking your nose up.

“Right, right,” he said as he brought your two glasses over, sliding into the seat across from you. You wriggled back around so you were facing him again as he took a sip, sighing as he did so.

“Judge me all you want but last I heard you were flirting with alien princesses. Who’s got high standards now, huh?” 

“God, don’t tell me Jim’s been spreading that one,” he groaned. You smiled at him.

“Oh, you bet your ass he has. I do wonder what you said that made her turn blue,” you teased as he put his head in his hands. 

“Jim asked me to flatter her, said it was customary, all I said was she looked nice nuthin’ more.”

“Oh ho ho, really? I heard she got a “positively stunning and majestic” as well as a bit of “most beautiful being you’d ever seen”,” you said, poking him in the arm. A tinge of red flashed into his ears as he waved you off him.

The grumpy old doctor was one of your closest friends on board the Enterprise and off it. Being in his company like this was always so easy. Even in those moments where you caught yourself staring a little too long at his jawline or his toned arms. You’d admitted to yourself (and Uhura) long ago that you’d noticed his attractiveness but it felt wrong to even consider that you thought of him more than just being pretty. He really was a brilliant friend and you didn’t want that to change. Plus all friends had a flirty side to their banter, right?

“What’s it like for you at the moment?” Leonard asked, “Down in engineering.”

“Tiring,” you sighed, “I almost prefer it when something big needs doing. All the basic maintenance has me running all over the ship. Did you know that there are four thousand, two hundred and ninety-four coolant pipes that run off the main compartment? I scanned a hundred and thirty-seven of them before I found the one I needed to fix.”

“Damn.” That pretty much summed it up in your opinion.

“God, I can’t wait for shore leave next month. Haven’t had enough sleep since the last one.”

Leonard frowned. “The hell are you doin’ sitting around here then? You should be asleep right about now.”

“If I did that then I wouldn’t be able to see my favourite blue shirt, would I?”

“Your favourite, huh? What’d Pointy Ears do to piss you off now?” 

Now you were frowning. “Spock?” you laughed in disbelief, “Why would Spock be my favourite?”

“Ain’t the two of you buddies?”

“Yeah, but I like you way more.” It honestly startled you that Leonard didn’t know that. “Everyone knows that, even Spock.”

“Well then,” he said, lifting his glass up again, “Good for me.” 

“What did you think you were to me?” you asked, almost offended that you hadn’t expressed how much you cared properly.

“I dunno,” he said, taking a swig of scotch before looking up at you, “Guess not anyone worth missing sleep for.”

“Seriously?” Maybe you were taking this a bit personally but you felt like you’d failed. He wasn’t your best, best friend but he was definitely way up there; way above almost everyone else on this ship.

“Yeah, ain’t a big deal,” he said brushing it off, “Pleasant surprise in fact.”

You were gonna open your mouth to say something else but your attention was drawn elsewhere when the door to Leonard’s quarters began to flash with a red light and the Captain’s voice suddenly burst over the intercom.

“Apologies for the interruption people, but I must inform you that the Medbay level and the two above and below it are now in a twenty-four-hour quarantine,” Kirk sighed before continuing and you could just imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke, “Ensign Nurzik believed someone had caught a deadly and highly contagious Hirogen virus which has now been identified as what I’m gonna call the Common Cold.”

You dropped your head into your hands. Godammit.

“Unfortunately there is no way to undo the quarantine as maintenance on that system is currently being completed. All individuals currently quarantined in their quarters or other rooms on the levels previously identified will need to report to the bridge as soon as this message is done so we can make sure your work is completed while you’re unavailable. We are terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Please feel free to contact HR for assistance while you’re confined to your quarters. Kirk out.”

With a click, you were in silence. The door continued to flash red and for a moment you just sat there in shock.

“When we get outta here imma smack that idiot that hit the quarantine button,” Leonard said. You laughed weakly in agreement. 

You couldn’t believe it. You were stuck in here for the next twenty-four hours. A whole day. You had things to do, a nap to take, a monitor to hit with a wrench till it turned on again. This had really thrown a big fat metaphorical spanner in the works.

“Jesus Christ, a common cold,” he continued, “How thick d’ya have to be? 

“Ugh,” you groaned, “This is fucking rich.”

“You didn’t by any chance bring a pack of cards with ya?” he asked. You shook your head.

Of course, your luck was this bad. Not only were you stuck but since you’d invaded his quarters, you were stuck with Leonard. Sure, he might be one of the few people you’d pick to be stranded on a deserted island with but he hadn’t exactly had any say in you sharing his - less than spacious - quarters for the next day. 

“Ya hungry?” he said as he got up, making his way over to the replicator. 

“Not particularly but I could go for some chocolate cake.”

He snorted at that. For a man with award-winning complaining skills, he was far less grumbly than he should be. 

“Comin’ right up.” 

Less than a minute later, he was sliding a plate towards you as he put his own down as well. Grabbing the fork placed beside the slice of cake you chuckled to yourself as you noticed what he had. “Victoria sponge, why am I not surprised?”

“‘Cos you know I got good taste, that’s why,” he said, shoving a forkful into his mouth. 

“Very true.” Digging into your own cake you nodded in agreement. “Very true indeed.” His lips twisted into a slight smile. 

The cake was good. So good that you finished long before Leonard who was savouring every bite. You’d licked your fork clean and were looking at your empty plate in defeat. 

“Self-restraint. That’s what you need,” Leonard said. He still had just under half of his slice left.

“Whatever,” you grumbled, “Just because you eat tiny-ass bites.” He didn’t bother replying, just smiled as he ate.

The familiar sound of a communicator beeping made you look up. Leonard tapped the device on his chest. “McCoy.”

“Hey Bones,” Kirk’s voice said through the device, “Are you in your quarters right now, cause you haven’t reported to the bridge yet and Nurse Chapel tells me you’re not in Med.”

“Shit,” Leonard muttered. You’d both completely forgotten to let anyone know that you were out of action. “Yeah, I’m here. Sorry ‘bout that, Jim. Completely slipped my mind.”

“Well, we got that all sorted out, I’ll leave you to your day of isolation.”

Leonard was about to reply when you smacked the table lightly and pointed at yourself. 

“Oh yeah, wait, uh. Y/N is in here too. Might as well save her from making another call.”

“Is she now?” Funny how perfectly you could imagine the captain’s expression just by his words. “‘Completely slipped my mind’? Really Bones? Sure you weren’t just preoccupied?”

You raised your eyebrows at the man across from you who was clearly avoiding your eyes. “Hilarious, Jim, really. Anything I can do for you, or will that be all?” he asked dryly.

“I mean, I would be very interested to know what Y/N’s doing there, unless of course-”

“Bye Jim.” He closed the call hurriedly. “You’d think they’d have chosen less of a dickhead to captain this place.”

“Hmm,” you agreed, “Dickhead maybe, but I would be very interested to know what he was talking about, or rather why?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” he replied without a shred of humour, “You’re just as bad as him, y’know that?”

“I’m honoured you think so highly of me.”

Rolling his eyes hard, he got up from the table and headed in the direction of the bathroom door. 

“Whatcha doing?” you asked, slightly miffed by his sudden movement.

“Having a shower. Might as well not stew in this uniform if we’re stuck in here.”

“Oh, okay.” You could help but felt a flushed. Leonard McCoy was comfortable having a shower with you alone in his quarters. It wasn’t anything at all, in fact, you figured most anyone else on the ship would be comfortable in the same situation but it was different. Everything was different with him. 

The sound of the shower came through the wall after a moment. He’d gotten undressed real fast, you thought before you caught yourself. Not that it mattered, it was fine, why were you thinking about that?

Slumped forward in your chair you fantasised about that nap you’d been planning on. Oh, to crawl into your own bed and snuggle into the covers and fall asleep. A cosy cocoon of bliss. If you could teleport that’s where you’d be. Head falling down onto your folded forearms you groaned aloud before whispering a soft profanity. For the first time, you felt confident describing yourself as vexed.

“Hey.”

You shot up - and awake you quickly realised - at the hand on your back and the soft greeting. Sleep had really snuck up on you there. 

Leonard stood beside you looking down at you with an amused smile. His dark hair was still damp and his towel was around his neck. He’d traded his uniform for simple pyjamas as well. They looked nice.

“Sorry, I guess I was just-” you started, quickly interrupted by a jaw-splitting yawn.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said, “But I gotta say a table ain’t the best place to go to sleep.” You hummed at that, feeling a dull ache in your shoulders and neck. “I already changed the sheets so why don’t you go get some shut-eye in an actual bed, huh?”

“What about you then? Where are you gonna sleep?” you asked. You knew Leonard well enough to know despite his near-constant complaining he’d be happy to give up his comfort for someone else - except maybe not Kirk but that was out of spite.

“The floor’s not that bad,” he said with a laugh though you knew he wasn’t joking.

“You seriously think I’m gonna let you sleep on the floor after I came in here uninvited? I didn’t think you were that thick, Dr McCoy,” you said, folding your arms.

“I ain’t tired.” 

“Well, I am and as I just proved this table isn’t that bad so you take your bed and I’ll stay where I am, thank you very much.”

He shook his head. “Can’t let you do that. We both know how hard you’ve been working, you deserve a decent sleep.”

“Guess we’re stuck at a standstill,” you said, putting your hands up.

“Well then, guess we should be mature adults about this.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, “Paper scissors rock?”

The look he gave you reminded you of a disapproving teacher you’d had at the Academy. “It’s called sharing,” he said, not entertaining your idea for a moment, “I trust you enough not to steal the covers.”

“Oh.”

“Unless that’s gonna make you uncomfortable.” He didn’t seem to have considered that possibility till then.

“Not at all.” Uh oh, that was too quick.

“I’m taking the right side of the bed an’ you can borrow a sleep shirt if you need,” he told you before heading through to his bedroom. It didn’t feel right to go after him instantly so you sat there for a bit, heart beating faster. 

The shirt you were wearing was clean but it wasn't fit for sleeping you knew that. Not breathable enough and the fabric was kinda scratchy if you were honest. However, the thought of borrowing one of Leonard’s shirts gave you a different breathing issue. He said you could borrow it. He said it was fine. It’s just a shirt.

When you walked into his room, Leonard was standing in front of his mirror, pulling a comb through his hair. A single pale blue shirt sat folded on the left corner of the bed.

“Thank you,” you said softly, reaching for it, “Mind if I use the bathroom?”

“Go ahead,” he said, not sparing you a glance, “Use whatever. ‘Cept my toothbrush obviously.” If your stomach wasn’t a whirlpool of nerves you’d have shot back something about ‘your plans being ruined’ but instead, you were willing yourself to chill out.

Once the door to the ensuite had slid shut you shook out the shirt. Just a shirt, just a shirt, you repeated to yourself again and again. Belief was a powerful thing and if you could just persuade yourself that he was your friend being friendly everything would be okay.

Stripping your own to fall on the floor you pulled the sleep shirt on. No matter how rudely anxious you were, you had to admit that this shirt was a hundred times better than yours. The fabric was so soft and in itself made you ready to pass out. It didn’t take you much longer to finish up after using the toilet and quickly swishing around a mouthful of water. You felt a little bad for not brushing twice a day but these were dire times after all.

Leonard was already in bed when you emerged, a book in his hands as he leaned against the headboard, the covers up by his hips, his pillow to the side of him. “Alright with you if I read for a bit,” he asked, looking up at you.

“Nope, go ahead. I’m probably gonna be out as soon as I get comfy,” you said. Trying to be as natural as possible you lifted up the covers on your side and climbed in. There was about half a metre between the two of you, thank the heavens. Still, you couldn’t stop being horribly aware that if you reached out right now you would be able to touch him.

Part of you was tempted to. Was tempted to cross that line, I mean who knows when another opportunity would arise and you’d already had Spock calculate that there was a 52.7 per cent chance he liked you like that. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t risk the other 47.3 per cent chance of losing your friend. And so you’d lie there, back to him, in his shirt and his sheets letting sleep take you away. 

You had been right though. You went to sleep almost straight away, something Leonard was both impressed and disappointed by. He didn’t spend much time reading once you were out. Too busy casting you a cautious glance every couple of seconds just to make sure you were still there.

Something about having you asleep next to him made him ache. Your rhythmic breathing was disturbingly calming and he couldn’t stop himself from realising that this was the first time he’d slept next to a woman in years. God, he mentally cursed himself for that train of thought. You were Starfleet, you were prepared to do the necessary no matter if you were comfortable or not, but this was different. You looked at ease wrapped in his sheets less than arm’s reach away. He figured there had to be a certain amount of trust for you to look so peaceful.

You were one of the few people he really clicked with and he certainly hoped you felt similarly. The two of you really hadn’t had a chance to spend time together for a while and it might not have gone as planned, but he was still glad you’d come over. He wouldn’t admit it but was almost a little grateful for the quarantine. It may be a big ol’ inconvenience for you but he enjoyed didn’t mind this arrangement. That made him feel guilty for not hating it.

But then it was the shirt. Ever so slightly too big, with extra material at the shoulders, it made him hot around the collar so to speak. He felt a tiny bit smug seeing you wearing it.

Feeling worse and worse about where his thoughts were sneaking off too, he set his book down and wriggled down into the bed, careful not to disturb you. He was a bit relieved by the darkness that took over after he hit the switch nearby. You were of course asleep so none the wiser but the red tinge that had settled on his cheeks made him a little self-conscious.

“Night, sweetheart,” he breathed.

You were deliciously warm when you came to. Utterly encompassed by the covers and Leonard. 

Oh. Fuck.

The sudden realisation that you were holding onto the hand on the arm that was draped over your middle made you want to scream. Luckily the self-control you had was in full effect. His chest was pressed flush against your back, one of his ankles hooked around yours. Now you were warm. 

Leonard McCoy was spooning you. Your Leonard McCoy. Tall, dark-haired, sarcastic, Doctor Hot-Ass, Leonard McCoy. This was the stuff of late-night wistful thinking. Oh, Lord, you were in deep. 

Should you wait until he wakes up? No, no, that would be weird. But trying to pry yourself from his muscular arm seemed a little too challenging, not to mention the fact that you sorta didn’t want to leave. If you could stay like that you wouldn’t ever leave.

Then his arm curled around you a little tighter and you stopped breathing. He wiggled a bit and you were certain he was going to wake up. Hearing the tiny gasp he managed to stifle a moment later you realised he was. You waited a second before speaking. 

“Are we both pretending to be asleep now?”

“Not anymore,” he said softly, “‘Morning.” The way he said it made it sound like he’d bitten off a sweetheart at the end.

“Good Morning,” you said, focusing on keeping your breathing steady.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” you said, “I uh…” 

“Yeah?” he said, hanging onto every word.

“Nothing.” Liar.

“Okay.” Every second of silence felt like it was burning you up.

He hadn’t removed his arm yet which you figured was a plus but it also meant you weren’t sure if you could move your hand.

“This okay with you?” he sounded… nervous? That wasn’t a trait you’d ever considered him to possess and hearing it now, like that. Well, shit.

“Yeah.” Your voice felt small, smaller than ever before. “You?”

“You gonna smack me if I say something sarcastic?”

“Never,” you replied, with a small smile.

“Well, then, I gotta say it’s not the worst situation I ever been in.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you said.

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

You twisted to roll to face him, switching the hand you had on his arm to keep it in place. He was so close to you that you couldn’t help but inhale deeply. You decided that he looked well-rested and if everything fell apart at least you could be grateful for that.

“I ever tell you how pretty you are?” he asked, the harshness of his morning drawl made you feel a bit hot.

“Not that I recall, why?” you said, playing along.

“‘Cause you are fuckin’ stunning.”

“When did you become such a flirt, mmm, Doc?”

“When did you join the Enterprise?” he shot back, with a sly smirk. 

“Smooth.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

“We just gonna stay here?” you asked, starting to draw little circles on the back of his hand.

“Why you got somewhere to be?”

“Not for the next-” You lifted your head slightly to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table behind him. “-Thirteen hours.”

“Given I ain’t got nowhere to be I’m just fine staying here,” he said.

“Okay.” 

The suddenness of it hadn’t really hit you yet, the only thing that was in the forefront of your mind was- 

“What do we do now?”

He frowned. “Didn’t we just agree to stay here?

“I mean after the next thirteen hours are over. Is this getting left here or..?” You didn’t dare finish that thought for fear of jinxing it.

“I mean… we should probably figure out what it would actually mean but if it’s alright with you, I’m perfectly okay with it hanging around.” His eyes were gorgeous so up close like this. 

“I really like you, Leonard,” you confessed. He smiled.

“Thought you only went for admirals?”

You smacked his arm lightly. “Shut up.”

“I really like you too if it’s any consolation. And this, being next to you, ain’t half bad,” he said, playing with the fabric of your shirt.

“Don’t tell Jim,” you said, “At least not for a week or something.”

“That smarmy bastard? Wasn’t planning on it,” he reassured you, “I ain’t looking forward to his gleeful ‘I told you so’ smile.”

You laughed. You weren’t particularly fond of the Captain being proved right in most cases but this could very well be an exception.

“I tell you, we’ll be hearing about it in his best man speech,” he continued.

“Best man speech?” you teased, your heart beating fast at the fact he’d just said that. He also seemed to realise the gravity of it and his ears went brilliant red.

“I didn’t mean- like, y’know what I-” he spluttered out.

“It’s okay, Leonard. I don’t… I don’t mind.” Seeing the sincerity on your face had him calming instantly. He leaned forwards and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I do really like you,” he said.

“I really like you too.”

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a/n: not me just now realising i'm a simp for the "both are pining but are oblivious" trope, this shit is sO good hhhhh anyways - hope you enjoyed this! send me some feedback or a suggestion of what you wanna see from me either via my ask box or private messages :))

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[nightowlfandom]

Kakashi Hatake- Cheeky

 ANON ASKS

Hey author-chan how are you? Well I saw that your requests are open and I would like to know if you write to Naruto and if the answer is yes, could I get a Kakashi x f!reader imagine/oneshot with prompt #19, please?

I ended up asking her to choose a couple more prompts, aaannnd here they are!

#19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

#20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you

#27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

#30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

 #47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

warning.....I will fuck up your day. Might be OOC but almost all my shit kinda is imo lol Does anyone really care?....he spits in your mouth..... I am sorry for absolutely nothing.

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Leggo

...

“Watch it, Kid!”

“Why don’t you walk where you walk!” you caught the throwing star between your two fingers as it was hurled back at you. “You’re cutting into my training time.” you rolled your eyes.

“Damnit Y/N you could have taken my eye out.” Kakashi groaned. “Be careful with that thing!” 

“Like that would have been a bad thing.” you scoffed. “Get out of the way next time.” you rubbed your shoulder. “If you weren’t in my line of vision, you wouldn’t have almost got caught in the crossfire.”

“You know you love looking at me.”

“How can I when no one ever sees your face.” you burst out laughing. “What kinda mug you got under than mask, huh?” you challenged. 

“You’re too cheeky for your own good kid, someone outta bring you down a few notches.”

“And just whose gonna do that.” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him.

You ignored his answer and bent over, stretching to touch your toes. “My back.” you groaned. When you stood up straight again, he was staring at you. “You need something?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he blinked(...or winked?) at you.

“I can’t tell if that was a wink or not...” you raised a brow.

“Good.”

“You’re a real-”

“ Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you “

He walked off, undoubtedly wearing a self-satisfactory look on his face.

“How does she put up with him?”

“Damn, I thought she was really gonna kill him for a minute.”

“You’d think those two liked each other with how much they argue backed and forth.”

“It’s not nice to gossip.” you called behind your back to your comrades. You shoved the throwing star back into your pouch and walked off. Kakashi Hatake and Y/N L/N were always the talk of the town. One was always getting on the nerves of the others.

....

You were relaxing in your house after a long day of training. It was good to work out your skills while nothing was going on. You never knew when something was gonna happen. You stretched your arms over your head as you walked into your kitchen. 

“God I’m starving.” you sighed. Before you could dig through your fridge, there was a knock at the door.

“I’m coming!” you called, knowing they could hear. As you neared the door, the knocking only got louder. “Geez Hold on-!” You yanked the door open to see Kakashi awkwardly standing there. He wore his authoritative demeanor.

“Y/N, may I come in?” he spoke. You almost peaked behind his shoulder, people were walking around outside. ‘We must talk.”

“Sure.” you made room for him to walk in. Just as you closed the door, you were pushed up against the door. He yanked down his mask to show that daring smirk. You felt his lips brush against yours. Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pushing you even further against the door.

“ I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. “ he moaned against your lips. “Shit you drive me crazy.” he growled.  “I bet you thought your little show was cute.”

“Got your attention didn’t it?” you giggled through the friction. “If we’re gonna sneak around, might as well make it fun for me too.”

For the last several months you had been more than casual with Kakashi. He trailed his hand down your spine, resting at the base of your back. 

“I have half a mind to punish you.” he began kissing down your neck. “But I missed you so much.”

“So does that mean you can stay for the night or do you have to wrangle those three morons again?” you melted into his tough as the thoughts of the Three Stooges getting into trouble that required Kakashi to clean up....again. 

“I’ll stay if you want me to.” he began kissing your cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. He kept rotating around each area of your face. To answer his question, you helped him out of his jacket. “Hm, okay then.” he smirked. 

“I don’t need to tell you where my bedroom is do I?” you stepped away from him.

... (Two days later)

Training in the woods wasn’t so bad. But training while Kakashi dragged his students along was gonna drive you absolutely crazy.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Yes. Naruto.” you seethed. ‘What can I do for you.”

“I’m gonna be the best Ninja in the world! You just watch! I’ll be able to beat you one day!”

“That’s great buddy!” you tried to laugh. Cute. No one could compare to you when it came to throwing sharp things at a target. You walked by Kakashi sending him a harsh glare. You walked ahead of the group. No one could see it, but your annoyance made him smile a bit. You stopped in front of a three, pinning a target to it before walking a good 30 feet away from it. You went into your pouch and took out a throwing star.

With a single flick of the wrist you threw it, watching it slice through the air and hit the target right in the middle. You walked back another few feet and did it again. Good to know you hadn’t lost your touch.

“Wow. Miss Y/N sure knows what she’s doing.” Sakura whispered to Kakashi. “I can see why everyone raves about her,”

“Yes. She is very capable, Sakura. She has impeccable precision.” he commented. Although he was thinking something completely different. Everyone watched as you took out your annoyance on the bullseye target, When you had ran out of stars, you trudged back up to the tree and yanked each one out.

Later on, Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto were all napping. All had passed out at some point after some extreme training courtesy of Kakashi. As for you, you were sitting by the lake, getting some much needed recreation. You had just gone for a swim. The ice cold water felt perfect. 

You stood up against the tree facing away from everyone. You were prepared to get back into the water when Kakashi came up, slowly ridding himself of his shirt as he did.

“Going for a-” you were cut off as he pushed himself against you, claiming your mouth in a kiss. Not that you weren’t totally happy, but his students were literally napping less that 50 feet away from you both.

“W-wha are you-?”

“Shhh.” Kakashi pulled down his mask then got down on his knees as he fumbled with your panties. “If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet.”

“You’ve had some pretty dumb ideas but-...fuh.” you cut yourself off as you felt him trail his hands up your thigh. He pressed small kisses down your thighs. You were still soaking wet from the water, so your skin was slippery. He pulled your panties down, placing small kisses along your heat.

You dared peek over your shoulder. Everyone was still sleeping, but you found it hard to focus. Kakashi gently drove his tongue into your slit, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lungs. Your legs shook as his tongue flicked against your clit.

“Kakashi~” you shuddered. You found yourself running your hands against his silvery white hair. He grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. “We could get caught!”

“Exciting isn’t it?” he giggled. “You just have to stay quiet.” you felt his fingers slither inside you. “ Come on Y/N... Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay? “ he moaned, sloppily dragging his tongue up your slit. “Shit- You’re so fucking good, Y/N. You’re soaking.” he laughed evilly. 

“Whose f-fault is that!”

He slapped your ass, making you gasp again. You could just picture that shit eating grin on his face. 

You were made to stand up straight as Kakashi rose to his feet. He hoisted you up, wrapping both of your legs around his torso. You hadn’t noticed that his pants had dropped around his ankles. You felt his painfully slowly slide himself inside. 

“They’re still sleeping.” he grunted, slowly thrusting into you. “Fuck I needed this.” he moaned. “I need you~” he coughed. “Kiss me.” 

He, in a hurry, sloppily kissed you. Your tongues clashed. You faced heated up from the lewd sounds your mouths made as they clashed together. Kakashi pushed your further against the tree. 

“Kakashi..” you were able to muster. 

“Open your fucking mouth.” he cut you off. “Now...” he growled. 

You obediently did as he asked, sticking out your tongue as Kakashi let a line of drool go from his tongue to yours. He claimed your mouth again while he dug his nails into your thighs. His cock twitched inside of you as his thrusts grew sloppy. 

You couldn’t even talk through his kisses. Your insides clenched around him, feeling yourself grow more and more sensitive at his touch. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore and he didn’t either. 

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna- ARGH-” 

You felt him practically bottom out inside of you, cumming inside your depths. To avoid making any sounds, he kissed you again. With one harsh thrust, you came too. You heard those lewd watery sounds as liquids dripped out of your pussy, down your legs. Poor plants. 

“Kakashi~” you moaned again.

“It feels good?” he talked down to you in a babyish voice. “You like my cum inside you don’t you.” he spilled the rest of himself into you tightness. “And they’re still sleeping.” he smirked. “You were worried about nothing.”

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes. You whined as he slowly removed himself from you. 

“It’s running down your leg.” he laughed. “Shit, you’re so sexy.” he dragged his tongue down your neck. “Shit-”

“You’re lucky we didn’t get caught.” you shakily spoke. “And you call me the cheeky one.”

“Hm, don’t be like that, babe...or else I might not to easy on you this time.”

(This one was not so much hardcore, but it was something, so I’m all caught up with requests I think! Does anyone here fucks with Haikyuu?.....Can I- Can I write for Haikyuu?)

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[blissfulparker]

Monday mornings→professor!tom

Pairings: professor!tom x professor!reader

Warnings; fluff only!(also extremely unedited)

Summary; you and Tom like to keep your relationship private. but when he leaves his laptop charger at home you only want to be a good girlfriend and give it to him but accidentally expose everything.

A/n; A little blurb/fic literally no one asked for...too short to be an actual oneshot or anything but hope y’all like it💗

For many, Monday mornings were the worst. The start of the week after a beautifully long weekend. You and Tom were no different from the others who hated this day.

With different schedules, him working early in the morning and you trying to take advantage of sleeping in as you had worked afternoons, he was always trying to get out of the house before the sun rose and you tried to value the bits of sleep you could get.

“Turn that thing off Thomas!” You whine as his alarm blared next to your face as he was rushing to get ready for his 8am history class.

“Gotta go darling.” He leaned in to kiss your sleepy figure. You groan as you open your eyes seeing your boyfriend dressed in his button up and glasses. The attire that made you do a double take in the hallway in the beginning of the year.

“Gotta go darling.” He leaned in to kiss your sleepy figure. You groan as you open your eyes seeing your boyfriend dressed in his button up and glasses. The attire that made you do a double take in the hallway in the beginning of the year.

“Mmh,” you pull him by the tie closer. “Have a good day, professor.” You kiss. Saying with a more seductive voice to keep him in. The title almost making tom stay in bed as he loved when you called him that.

“Love you.” He kissed.

“Love you more.” You try and get him to stay but he doesn’t. He only kisses your cheek again and leaves.

As you start to shut your eyes, you look over to see that Tom left his laptop charger on the bedside table. A part of you wants to stay in bed—only get up for your 1pm classes taught and let him come home on his own. But the girlfriend side of you tells you to run the charger over to work for him, how he doesn’t deserve the dent in his day all because of a charger.

And so you had time, you quickly threw on some Pants thinking that you could make it early enough to his class to where no students could see you. It would be fine, dropping off his charger would only take two seconds and you would get one last chance to kiss him again.

But as you rushed into the classroom, the room was already filled with students ready to learn the next part of the French Revolution.

“Babe You left your—“ as you start you turn to see half the class filled and Tom turn away from the whiteboard to look at you with rosy cheeks.

“Mr. Holland,” you try again. “You left your charger in the meeting room.” You clear your throat. You recognize some of the students as your own, you felt like you were lucky to put on proper jeans instead of sweats but his old band tee you wore to bed still remained.

Too stunned to say a word, you place the charger on his desk and turn to face some of the students.

“Mrs. (y/l/n)?” One of the boys spoke, a few of them already growing smirks as they figured out what was happening. Some give jealous glares as they wished Tom was single for how attractive he was. Everyone wanted to be with tom.

Already calling tom babe, you panicked needing—trying—to clear the air with the pet names.

“Sweetheart, hi!” You smile at the frat boy who stares at you in shock.

“Hey Angel!” You smile at another girl who waved at you. You quickly make your way out of the class, shutting the door leaving tom all alone with the young adults anxious to know this relationship status.

“Professor (y/l/n)? Nice!” One of the frat boys calls out and Tom feels himself grow red again. The room fills with chatters and giggles as Tom clears his throat.

“I know and she’s got huge—“ before the other fratboy could finish what he was about to say tom gathered the class together.

“Alright that’s enough! That’s enough!” He waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves. “Open up to chapter 4 section 3.5!” He called out and the chatter turned into pages flipping as the class got prepared.

So sorry! Thought I was early! Love you!

Your text read as he looked at his phone real quick.

It’s fine :) next time just don’t call the boy who’s always talking about your ass ‘sweetheart’

He texts back as the pet name towards the fratboy was not liked by Tom. For that kid always seemed to have a new focus and took your class just for you.

You're the only one who gets to have it though ;)

He swallows hard at your text and shoved his phone into his back pocket.

“So do we call her professor Holland now too or…” one of the girls asked in more of a jealous way.

“No, no, enough of this. Let’s just get started okay? Let’s hope you all did the notes I assigned last night?” He claps his hands and the class let’s out a groan.

Plugging in his charger he lets out a laugh to only himself. It would be the first and last time you would come in early in the morning to drop anything off but certainly not the last time you would find yourself barging into His classroom to give him something.

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[jobiedog]

Worth Waiting For

Sokeefe oneshot . When Fitz was telling Keefe about that scene in flashback. And I kinda went off on my own at the ending. 

"We were seconds away from kissing but Silveny called for her and well you know." Fitz fell back onto his bed and sighed. Keefe was sitting uncomfortably in a chair in Fitz's room. 

Fitz laughed " When she stumbled back I thought she didn't like me" and he giggled. Giggled. Yeah, that's right, Fitz had been smiling and laughing the whole time Keefe had come over. 

Keefe cleared his throat and hoped the lump there wouldn't give him away. "You sure she just was repelled by the amount of perfume you were wearing?" And smirked.

Ro snorted on the other side of the bedroom door. She had left as soon as Fitz had started telling him his aMaZiNg story about him and Sophie and their little fun adventures in fantasy land, muttering something about “Mr. Smiley mc giggles”. Although Keefe didn’t disagree with Ro, he had to show some support to Fitz. They hadn’t been able to hang out like this, just the two of them, since Fitz had started liking Sophie. 

“Hey!, first of all its cologne. “ Fitz stated matter of factly with his finger up in the air like he just doesn't care. Or like a frowning mentor wagging his finger no. “Although I wouldn’t expect you to know what it is. Since you take no effort in controlling how you smell. ” Fitz ended with a playful grin.

Usually Keefe would have put his hand on his heart and pretended to faint but right now he was just tired and just wanted to lay down on the ground, cry, and wither away. So Keefe coughed to get the lump out of his throat and said the only thing he could think of as an excuse. 

“I would absolutely love to sit here and gossip and giggle about girls with you but my dad said he needed me home to have some stupid bonding time,” Keefe said, rolling his eyes when he really just wanted to be running away from his crappy life sobbing his heart out. 

Fitz snorted and continued to say “ Since when do you listen to the rules your dad makes?” Smiling. Since when do you start kissing Sophie?

“Ahh well, I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm really tired so…” Keefe trailed off. 

“Oh, why didn’t you say so? Anyways sorry to bore you, get some sleep tonight, K?” Fitz answered with concern in his eyes. Sometimes with all the anger issues and all the fights it’s easy to forget that Fitz is actually a caring person.

“K,” Keefe answered quietly. He got up and opened the door which Ro was leaning on. But she caught herself before she fell and said “Finally I thought you too were kidnapped in there you took so long.” She rolled her eyes and asked if we were leaving. 

Everything was kind of a blur after that. Or maybe that was the tears in his eyes. He didn’t remember running out of Everglen. He didn’t remember seeing Biana worried glance or pulling out his home crystal. He didn’t remember his dad yelling and Ro shouting about kicking lover boy's ass. But he did remember running through his bedroom into his bathrooms and locking the door. He remembered the pain and the ache. He remembered curling up on the bathroom tile and laying there. Shaking, crying, and cold. He deserved it. And Sophie deserved better. She deserves someone who's whole, who doesn't need her.

*** 

“Come on, Funky Hair. You gotta get out of there sometime soon. I’m getting bored out here.” Ro said from outside the bathroom door. Keefe hadn’t realized a few hours had passed. Well you know what they say! Time flies when you wanna die!

“No I don’t,” Keefe mumbled. “Go away.” He croaked. All he wanted was to be left alone.

“Damn, sorry for checking up on you. Blondie’s waiting downstairs but I'll just tell her to go I guess..” She trailed off.

“Shit.” He whispered and jumped up and immediately fell back down. Laying down curling up on tile did not do good for your bones. “Umm tell her I'll be out in a few minutes.” He half-shouted. Ro snorted and he knew she could hear the nervousness in his voice. 

After he heard the click of the bedroom door being shut, he hurried up from the floor. The person who he saw in the mirror was nothing like the put-together, amazingly handsome, flirty person, he usually is and looks like. His hair was flat and droopy. His face was stained with tears and his eyes were red and puffy. First he changed his clothes so they weren’t so wrinkly and wet. Then he washed his face and tried to give some life back to his hair. He was *attempting to* clean his room when a blast of emotion made him stumble back. Crap. He could feel the playful, happy energy. He rushed around and shoved random clothes, drawings, and pencils under his bed. He felt the slap of emotion before Sophie knocked and opened the door.

“Keefe?” Sophie poked her head around the door. She smiled when she saw him and Keefe felt a fragment of happiness but then he remembered that smile wasn’t there because of him. It was there because of Fitz. Her smile fell from her face when she saw the state he was in. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Never been better. Why?” Keefe flopped down in his bed and tried to cover his eyes which showed that he clearly was crying. 

“Well…” Sophie sat down next to him and put his head in her lap. He hoped he wasn’t blushing as much as he felt he was. “You've definitely been crying and you look like a mess.” 

“hmPH, You don’t look your best either.” He said and turned his head so she couldn’t stare into his soul. But it wasn’t a lie. Even though she looked extremely happy she still had dark circles under her eyes. 

Her beautiful wonderful eyes that he could stare at for hours. 

The eyes that he could draw every day for the rest of his life and never get tired or bored of.      

She laughed her laugh of hers that angels would get jealous of. “Well, I could go for a nap and some cuddling?” She said with a fake thoughtful expression on her face. 

“I’m free for the rest of the day” Keefe threw his arms up as if he was in surprise. There weren’t many days left anyways. In fact, it had already started to sunset by the time Sophie and Keefe had gotten comfy. 

Keefe sitting, leaning against his headboard with his arm around Sophie. Who was half laying half-sitting curled up against Keefe. She was already dozing off with the light fading away from the sky in the background.

He liked them being like this. 

Where he could protect her from everyone and everything that wanted to hurt her. 

Even though she didn’t love him.

He loved her.

But he would wait for her.

Because she was worth waiting for.    

#kotlc #kotlc fanfic #sokeefe #sokeefe fanfic #sokeefe oneshots #sokeefe oneshot #sad keefe

[phoebe-delia]

could u write a drarry oneshot inspired by sweet creature of harry styles? :)

Hello Nonnie! I absolutely can. This is a great suggestion, I love this song for Drarry. I hope you enjoy it. Warnings: injury, drinking, attempted sexual assault that is VERY QUICKLY STOPPED and NOT H/D!!! Thank you to @apr1cots for the beta!

3 Times Harry Brought Draco Home...+1 Time Draco Brought Harry Home

1.

The first time, Harry found him in the cafe near their flat.

He sat down in the chair across from Draco, who glared at him over his cup of tea. "I thought I told you not to follow me."

"I waited three hours. I figured that would be enough time for you to come to your senses, but you didn't come back, so I got worried."

"I can handle myself, thanks."

"I know you can. But you didn't tell me where you went."

Draco's eyes flashed. "That was for a reason, you imbecile."

Harry shook his head. "Flatmates don't do that—disappear for three hours after a fight without saying where they’ve gone."

"I'm an adult. And you're not my father or my boyfriend, so back off."

"No, but I am your friend. And your flatmate. And I don't want to be worried sick for three hours when you fuck off to Merlin knows where because you're feeling pissy!" Harry snapped, letting his anger creep into his voice.

Draco sighed. He took a moment to sip his tea, and then he looked at Harry. "I'll tell you what. If we fight, and I don't return, send an owl, Floo or contact you in some way within six hours, you can send out a bloody search party."

Harry shook his head. “I will give you three hours.”

“Five”

“Three and a half.”

“Four and a half.”

“Four is my final offer.”

Draco scoffed. “Is that so? What are you going to do, show up with half the Auror department?”

Harry pursed his lips. “Not if I don’t have to. But I would.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Care to find out?”

“You’re mental.”

“Maybe,” Harry shrugged. “Trouble is, I don’t care. Now, will you be here for a while, or are you coming home with me?”

“I suppose I'll go, but only since I've already finished my tea,” Draco said with another sigh, which Harry ignored as they both rose from their seats. While they walked to the Apparition point together, Harry replayed in his mind the flicker of emotion on Draco’s face when he said “home.”

2.

The second time, Harry’s glass nearly shattered in his hand from how firmly he was gripping it.

He ignored Hermione’s knowing gaze and Ron’s eye roll as he unabashedly stared daggers at the bloke practically groping Draco at the bar. Harry saw Draco’s eyes widen imperceptibly, noticed his smile falter and his cheekbone twitch.

Yes, he observed this from across the room. You get to know a bloke after living with him for almost a year; besides, Harry was very perceptive—constant vigilance and all that.

Speaking of being an Auror, Harry was pretty sure this prick was breaking some sort of public indecency laws by the way he was sliding his hand further and further up Draco’s leg. Draco gently pried the man’s hand from his thigh, only for the stranger to laugh and reach over again, gripping it even more firmly.

Harry didn’t think beyond getting up from his seat and striding toward the bar, quickening his pace when he saw Draco’s eyes widen in panic. He barely registered the look of horror on the stranger’s face when he grabbed the hand gripping Draco’s thigh and pinned the man face-down on the bar.

“He said no,” Harry said through clenched teeth, ignoring the man’s grunts and protests.

“We were just talking!” The man sputtered, his cheek pressed against the counter as he twisted and wriggled to get free.

Harry tightened his grip. “Conversation’s over. If I catch you trying to ‘talk’ to him again, I’ll make sure you have a nice chat with the Wizengamot about sexual assault. Now, apologize.”

“But—”

“Apologize!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

Harry smirked. “Good.” He released the man’s arm and let him right himself. The man froze, looking between Harry and Draco expectantly.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Leave. Now.”

The man nodded, scurrying out of the now silent bar, the bell attached to the door tinkling behind him.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” Draco’s face was blank other than a raised eyebrow.

Harry shrugged. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not. But I am glad you’re okay. You are, right? He didn’t hurt you?” Harry’s chest tightened at the suggestion.

But Draco shook his head. “No, I’m fine. But I think that’s my sign to head home.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m fine to Floo.”

“I want to.”

“What about your friends?”

Harry cringed and turned back to face the table to see Ron and Hermione looking at him, expressions full of nausea and amusement, respectively. He held up a hand in a small wave. Hermione shook her head and smiled fondly.

Harry grinned and turned back to Draco. “They’ll be alright without me. C’mon, let’s go home. I’ll make us some tea, yeah?”

Draco hesitated at first, but he nodded. And if Harry let his hand linger lightly on Draco’s back when they headed toward the Floo, they could both chalk it up to a safety measure.

3.

The door to Pansy Parkinson’s flat swung open before Harry could knock.

She took one look at him and rolled her eyes. “Could you have taken any longer to get here?”

Harry bristled. “I was—”

“Don’t care. Get in here, he’s on my couch.” She turned and walked away purposefully, and Harry trailed behind her.

“I thought you two were just going for drinks?”

Pansy sighed. “We were, but then we came back here for a few more, and he got into my tequila when my back was turned.” She shook her head. “Tequila is his one weakness—well,” she smirked. “One of them, anyway.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to respond when a shout sounded from the living room.

He looked over to see Draco sprawled across the couch, an empty glass in one hand and the other nearly touching the floor, his leather-clad legs spread wide.

Draco grinned at Harry. “Harrryyy!!! Come to join the party?”

“He’s come to end it, more like,” Pansy crossed her arms. “It’s time for you to go home, love.”

Draco let out a high, keening whine and burrowed himself further into the couch. “Don’ wanna. Tired. Stay here.”

“No, Draco, we’ve got to go home,” Harry walked up to the couch. His breath caught when gray eyes blinked wide and pleadingly up at him.

Draco held out his arms. “Up.”

“Er, what?”

Draco jerked his arms up and down, keeping them in the air. “Up! Help me up, you great oaf!”

Harry sighed and bent down, taking Draco in his arms and nearly stumbling when the blond let his body weight fall into him.

Draco smirked lazily. “Oops,” he said with a grin in his voice. “Guess you gotta carry me.”

Harry scoffed, looking to Pansy for appeal.

She waved a hand dismissively. “He’s your problem, now. Just get him out of my flat and back home intact, will you?” She didn’t wait for him to respond, walking away into another room.

Harry sighed. He wasn’t sure about the safety of Apparating or taking the Floo with someone in your arms, and the twists and turns of the Knight Bus could make a sober person sick up. With a grunt, he hoisted Draco up and into his arms bridal style, and the other man yelped and then giggled wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck.

“Home,” Draco said softly, and affection spread through Harry’s chest.

“Okay, Draco,” Harry whispered as they made their way out of the flat. “I’ve got you.”

+1.

Harry woke to the sound of muffled voices shouting at each other and the constant beep of a monitor.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, wincing as a sharp pain exploded in his side with the effort. Memories came rushing back: the raid, turning his back for a split second to shout something at Ron, blinding pain, then darkness. He tried to sit up in the hospital bed, but he let himself lie back down when his side throbbed once more.

Suddenly, the door was opened and then promptly slammed shut. “Honestly, the nerve of these people. If he needs bed rest, then where is better than his own bed? Is my Healer degree rendered meaningless the moment I’m off the clock?” Draco muttered, running a hand through his hair as he paced the room angrily.

“Draco?”

Draco jumped and turned to Harry with wild, startled eyes that made Harry laugh, and then wince in pain.

“You’re awake, thank Merlin,” Draco approached the side of the bed, relief replacing the shock on his face.

“How long have I been out?”

“Two days. You were hit with a rare curse that caused an ever-bleeding wound in your side, and the healers had to put you in a magically induced coma to reverse it.”

“That sounds good. Do Robards and—”

“Yes, Ron gave Robards the full briefing. You’re not expected in the office until a Healer permits it.”

“So, can I go home?”

“Yes, now that you’re awake, you can go home. I’ll monitor you from there.”

Harry frowned. “You don’t have to.”

Draco let out a short, humorless chuckle. “You were in a coma for two days, Harry. The only reason they’re discharging you is that you’re going home with a Healer.”

“But you don’t actually have to stay and watch me all day, right?”

“What part of ‘I’ll monitor you from there’ don’t you understand?”

“But I’m fi-!” The last word was cut off as Harry hissed through another spark of pain.

“Fine, are you?”

“Shut up.”

Draco smirked. “Not likely.”

Harry scowled, eliciting a real laugh from Draco, who moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Flatmates don’t do this, y’know.”

Draco’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Take several days off of work to care for the other when they’re injured. I’m not even sure friends do that.”

Harry noticed Draco’s jaw tighten. He ached to reach up and relax it with a gentle touch, but he kept his hand at his side.

“What are you saying, Harry?” Draco asked, his voice low and even.

“I’ll tell you what,” Harry swallowed. “I won’t argue about you wasting days away from work if you let me take you to dinner when I’ve recovered.”

The beginning of a smile curved Draco’s lips. “And what will we do in the meantime?”

Harry waggled his eyebrows. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.”

Draco chuckled. “If you think I’m missing work just so you wind up back in here because you restarted bleeding during sex, you’ve another thing coming.”

Harry pouted halfheartedly. “Apparently I won’t be coming at all.”

Draco mimicked his petulant frown. “Aww, ickle Harry, being waited on for days by his flatmate-turned-boyfriend.”

“I’ll tell you what—”

“Didn’t we already make a deal?”

“I’ll tell you what: I won’t argue about you missing work or not having sex until I’m recovered if you let me take you to dinner once I’m healed and if we can snog as much as we like.”

"What makes you think I’ll agree to those terms?”

Harry shrugged. “If you don’t like those terms, I can come up with more. Now that I’m on bed rest, I’ve got plenty of time to think.”

“You’re not supposed to strain yourself,” Draco smirked when Harry glared at him.

Harry huffed. “You need to work on your bedside manner, Healer Malfoy.”

“I’ll get plenty of practice this week, then, won’t I?”

“Yes, you will. Now, can we get out of here? I want to start my healing regimen right away.”

Draco laughed and laced their fingers together. “Alright, Harry. Let’s go home.”

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[smelted-applejuice]

I sent this before but I don't think it went through- So heyo! I have plenty of ideas so bare with me lmao- Mayhaps I could request a oneshot/anything really where Bad or someone else finds a child that turns out to be Tommy's sibling/adopted child? Knowing him he would be mad XD -CB(I can be known as CB if you'd like)

Pairing(s); Tommy x Reader (PLATONIC), Badboyhalo x reader (PLATONIC) Pronouns; they/them  Desc; [YourName] does some exploring while being watched by their older brother Tommy. 

Requests r open! :D also! Yes ! Yes I will refer to you as CB!! I’m so excited to have my first anon, whats ur pronouns ??  -

[YourName] nodded as they watched their older brother walk off with Tubbo. Philza had placed Tommy in charge of his little sibling, even Tommy laughed when Phil first suggested the idea, but soon realized Phil was being serious. Tomathy was in charge of his little sibling, [YourName] who was just as adventurous as the rest of their siblings and just as extroverted as Tommy. Who knows what trouble the two would cause as a pair, their brain cells together equal to exactly one half. But [YourName] gets an excuse, they’re only five and still need their brain cell to grow, hopefully to more than just a half. Out of all of Phil’s children, Techno has more than one and Phil was hoping [YourName] would change it from one smart child to two. After today, he was unsure.

Tommy had thought taking [YourName] to see Tubbo was smart, [YourName] liked Tubbo and Tubbo was child friendly- at least most of the time he was. “Let’s get going kid, we gotta head out.” Tommy said dragging his sibling with him, not even letting them speak before walking out the door of their home. [YourName] huffed but went along with it, all they wanted to do was take a nap and drink their juice. “I want to nap, Tommy” [YourName] said, making it clear here and now, Tommy rolled his eyes “It doesn’t matter what you want, kid, we’re going to see Tubbo. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll let you nap at his house.” he said, hoping to give his little sibling some false hope. He couldn’t help but laugh, he just liked being the asshole sibling now and then, that’s what they get for being the youngest sibling it seems- jokes on top of jokes. 

The walk was long, and Tommy would end up stopping at his own house before going on more toward Tubbo. “Stay out here, [YourName]. My house, my rules, and one of my rules are no gremlins.” Tommy says gently patting his sibling’s head, [YourName] blankly stared toward their brother and sighed “Then you shouldn’t be allowed in.” they spoke with geniality in their tone. Tommy growled and flicked their head before entering, all [YourName] did was laugh. Tommy would end up getting easily distracted, so [YourName] would find themselves just standing there with nothing to do. [YourName] glanced around and began following the path until they bumped into someone, “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going” [YourName] spoke quickly. The person glanced down and softly smiled, “Hello little one.” the person said crouching down. [YourName] nervously smiled, “Uhm, hello sir.” they replied, placing their hands behind their back. “I can tell you’re kind of put off, it’s the white eyes and the horns, huh?” He asked, [YourName] flustered being put on the spot like that. The person laughed, which was softer than the child had expected it to be- like something more angelic when he looks so demonic, “I’m Bad, where did you come from?” Bad asked the child curiously. “I was waiting outside of Tommy’s house for him, but he hasn’t come out for like... Hours.” [YourName] replied slightly exaggerating the time length. Bad shook his head, “Poor kid, always gets distracted, he probably;y will be busy for another few hours then..” he said thinking out loud. He understood the child might have dramatized the time length, but he wouldn’t put it past Tommy to take actual hours inside his little-large house. Bad offered his hand and [YourName] took it, they hadn’t known better anyway. Phil hadn’t thought them the stranger danger topic yet, all it had been was them and their siblings for the last five years, rarely did they leave the home. Bad would take [YourName] around the server, just feeding them and letting them nap in his arms. He was gentle with the child, but was upset Tommy had let his little sibling just sit outside and didn’t bother to check on them. Tommy had yet to be reigning fire around the server looking for them, so Bad had assumed Tommy didn’t even notice [YourName]’s absence. Bad looked over toward the sleeping child on his couch and sighed, he shook his head and hoped Tommy would notice soon. Soon would come, Tommy had completely forgotten he was babysitting. Tubbo had traveled back to see where the hell Tommy and [YourName] were because he had a few games planned to play with the two. When Tubbo showed up at the house, he realized Tommy and [YourName] weren’t home, the second place he would check is Tommy’s house. When he entered the home and was confused, where exactly was [YourName]? “Uh, Tommy, where’s [YourName]?” Tubbo asked with concern in his voice, Tommy was confused but then it clicked! “You’re telling me, [YourName] isn’t outside?” he asked, rushing toward the door and answered his own question. Tubbo shook his head and that’s when panic set in. He explained to Tubbo what [YourName] and he spoke about before he entered his home hours prior, “[YourName] probably;y went exploring, they got bored- so let’s get looking.” Tubbo suggested dreading the walking. Tubbo and Tommy looked around the first half of the server and turned up nothing. While walking back toward Tommy’s house, Bad and [YourName] were walking together. Tommy rushed forward and tackled his little sibling to the ground making both Bad and [YourName] yelp at different pitches. “HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY LITTLE SIBLING YOU LITTLE BITCH BABY!” Tommy said turning toward Bad like an animal, “Language! And I didn’t take them, they came to me because you didn’t let them inside the house!” Bad replied, placing his hands on his hips. Tommy went quiet for a moment, “YOU KIDNAPPED THEM!” Tommy accused. Tubbo, Bad, and [YourName] all had the same reaction, which was a done annoyed one, and just gave in. “Whatever, have a nice night you three.” Bad said walking off, Tommy sighed and made sure [YourName] was okay before taking everyone’s leave. Tubbo walked with Tommy and [YourName] back home and made sure Tommy told Philza everything that happened today and didn’t go off-topic. Phil would scold and ground Tommy while he gave [YourName] the stranger danger chat.

#Dream smp x reader #Tommyinnit x reader #Badboyhalo x reader #c!tommyinnit x reader #c!badboyhalo x reader #mcyt x reader #x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x yn #tommyinnit x y/n #badboyhalo x you #badboyhalo x y/n #badboyhalo x yn

[lloydskywalkers]

Heyo! Hope your doing exceptionally well, wonderful and ur staying safe! I was reading ur little oneshots for the movie! Verse and instantly fell in love! Think u have anymore for Kai and Lloyd? (But u don’t need to listen to this, obviously hehe) Have a splendid day!

ahhH thank you, I hope you’re doing well too!! :D oh man it’s been so long since i’ve written something for movie-verse, but I’ve had this little snippet in my head for a while so I guess it’s as good a time as any (and it is, of course, about kai and lloyd bc when is it noT)

it’s a little different than what i usually write, for movie-verse? but i hope it fits the bill! (takes place pre-movie, btw)

Of all his friends, Lloyd thinks Kai is most like the sun. Not just for his codename, and the enthusiasm with which he brings fire to the team, metaphorically and far too often literally, but for how bright he is. Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun at full force, strong and blazing and staunchly refusing to let anyone hide from his warmth. An endlessly combusting ball of stubbornness and passion.

Kai also reminds Lloyd of the sun in the way that he possesses about the same amount of brain cells the sun does, which is zero, because the sun has no brain — much like Kai.

“Hey, ru—de, ow, stop—”

Kai’s petulant response strangles off in cracked pain as Lloyd hushes him, simultaneously pulling the alcohol-soaked cloth from his arm with a sympathetic wince.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lloyd murmurs, wringing the edge of the cloth. “But I’ve gotta — it’ll get infected, if you don’t—”

“Nah, s’okay,” Kai says, breath hissing out through clenched teeth. He gives Lloyd a wavering smile that could almost be encouraging, were he not bleeding over Lloyd’s faded bedspread. “Just caught me off guard, I’m good now. ‘Sides, the — the stitches are gonna be worse, so—”

“It won’t be that bad,” Lloyd promises him, cleaning the rest of the deep slashes that run across Kai’s arm as quickly as he can. The lower ones aren’t so bad — he could get away without stitches, maybe. It’s the uppermost one that scares Lloyd, cutting deep enough into Kai’s skin to pose a threat. And Lloyd has no intention of leaving Kai anywhere near in danger, especially with the reason he’s hurt in the first place.

Lloyd swallows against the thick lump that suddenly forms in his throat, trying to banish the flood of emotions that have been rising since the battle against his father’s forces earlier. Surprise, shock, gratitude—? A swirling maelstrom of a deep-seated kind of aching warmth Lloyd is utterly unfamiliar with. It leaves him off-kilter, and words don’t come easily as they usually do.

Not that words ever come easily to Lloyd, but normally he isn’t quite this stuttering. Maybe. He hopes not. Maybe he’s just hyperaware right now, after everything, and he always sounds this embarrassing.

“I promise,” Lloyd continues, yanking himself from his thoughts as he busies with the needle. “I’ve got a lot of experience, and I’ll be gentle.”

Kai watches Lloyd threading the needle with a thinly-veiled fear, but he nods, the bravado Lloyd’s more familiar with making its way across his face. “Nice,” he says. “I trust you, Dr. Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s hands falter with the needle for a moment, before he resumes sterilizing it, ducking his head. Kai sounds like he means it — Kai sounds like he means everything he says, but the way he says trust hits differently, for Lloyd.

They’ve only been a team for few months, now. Not very long at all, to form any kind of trust in the son of your greatest enemy. Lloyd’s been going to school with some of the same people since kindergarten, and they’ve never looked at him with anything kinder than hatred, much less trust. And yet Kai is here, offering him his bleeding arm in Lloyd’s tiny room, trusting him to repair the damage he only took because he was protecting Lloyd.

Lloyd doesn’t understand. He doesn’t — people don’t — but his team—

They listened to him. Actually listened to him, to Lloyd. They actually listen to him in general, have since they were all thrown together in this odd little grouping, but it hasn’t quite hit home in the way it did tonight, when he’d snapped orders at them in barely-restrained panic, Kai’s blood staining his fingers as he’d staunched the knife wounds meant for him.

They hadn’t flinched back at his raised voice. Lloyd never raises his voice — he’s learned to keep it quiet, soft, unassuming. Even the slightest slip of frustration is enough to send anyone around him murmuring in suspicion, eyes narrowing and hissed whispers of just like his father filling the air.

Lloyd’s voice had been sharp and strained, barking across the rooftop, and they’d listened. No one flinched back, no eyes widened in fear — they’d just listened. They’re still listening, carrying out Lloyd’s orders without question, and it’s — it’s dizzying, if Lloyd had to put a word to it.

Cole and Zane are taking care of clean-up — something Lloyd will have to thank them for later, profusely. Neither were particularly happy about letting Kai out of their sights, but Cole and Zane are better at keeping each other steady than anyone else. It was the right call, Lloyd knows it was. Hopes it was.

But Lloyd hasn’t been having much faith in his calls, tonight. Not after Kai went down.

He swallows, focusing on the sounds reverberating from behind his closed door. Nya and Jay are talking with his mother, Nya’s louder tones easier to hear as she laughs. Lloyd knows her well enough to catch the strain in it, but he knows it’ll fool his mother. They’re distraction — Lloyd’s house was closest, and he’s got the best supplies stashed there. No one questions why he’s the one with the fully stocked medical kit, but Lloyd suspects they’ve all drawn their own conclusions.

He wishes they’d believe him, when he says it’s because he’s worried for them. He grew up with Wu as his uncle, who picks fights on a daily basis — with Morro as his cousin, who picks fights on an hourly basis. Lloyd knows the importance of having the good kind of medical supplies.

He finishes prepping the needle, squeezing Kai’s wrist briefly in warning. Lloyd’s not usually a tactile person — not that anyone would let him be — but he knows Kai soaks up touch like a starved sponge, and Lloyd’s desperate to give any kind of comfort he can before he starts with the needle.

Kai swallows, fixing his eyes firmly on the faded glow-in-the-dark stars plastered across Lloyd’s ceiling.

“Okay,” he says, his voice tight. “Bring it on.”

Lloyd swallows, steels himself, and sets the needle against his skin. Kai flinches at the first prick, eyes squeezing shut briefly, but otherwise he doesn’t move, jaw set stubbornly as Lloyd moves quickly. For his part, Lloyd keeps his eyes locked on the stitches, his hands steady. For all that Lloyd’s made up of bouncing nerves half the time, his hands rarely shake. Never when patching wounds up. He’s always been proud of how steady he can hold a needle, and tonight is no exception.

It’s the least he can do.

Kai suddenly tenses up, a broken-off noise strangling in his throat. Lloyd’s heart twists, but he stays steady, rallying himself. Conversation — Kai likes talking, right? Distraction, he can do that.

“So, um,” Lloyd stutters. On second thought, he’s awful at small talk. But — for Kai. “The way you took down that last guy was, it was really cool. Where’d you learn that?”

Kai bites his lip, exhaling shakily before he answers. “I train too, you know.”

Lloyd’s mouth quirks, despite himself. “Not like that.”

“What, a ninja can’t — can’t get creative,” Kai replies, through half-gritted teeth. Lloyd doesn’t say anything, but Kai rolls his eyes, continuing. “Fine. When I was younger, I ah…might’ve taken a few dance classes. For Nya! ‘Cause I couldn’t let her go alone, y’know, but they were — they were kinda fun, I guess, and maybe they slip into fighting, sometimes.” His cheeks darken, and Lloyd bites back a quiet laugh.

“Nothing like Cole, obviously, ‘cause he’s an actual dancer, but — that’s where I got it from.” He pins Lloyd with a glare, that’s somewhat dimmed by the scrunched expression of pain on his face. “Tell anyone and you’re dead though, okay?”

Lloyd hums his agreement, too focused on the stitches to reply immediately. After a moment, though, he speaks up again. “I did some ballet, when I was little.”

“No way,” Kai says, sounding delighted.

“Yeah, way,” Lloyd says. “I’ve heard from a very reliable source that dancing backgrounds are useful, with ninja stuff.”

“Very reliable meaning your uncle,” Kai grins.

Lloyd shrugs. “Maybe,” he half-smiles. Kai suddenly sucks in another pained breath, but to Lloyd’s relief, it’s likely the last one. He finishes off the stitches with a well-practiced hand, snapping the end of the thread and exhaling in relief.

“There. All done.”

Kai’s eyes widen. “Seriously, already?” He glances down at his arm, his other hand moving up to touch the stitches. Lloyd smacks it away, glaring at him.

“Don’t touch. You still have to watch out for infection. I’ll text you instructions for taking care of it, and everything. Just don’t do anything, ah…”

“No ninja-ing?” Kai finishes for him, crestfallen.

“Probably a good idea,” Lloyd says, apologetic. “But it’s not too bad. Shouldn’t take long, and you can be out, uh, ninja-ing again."

Kai is quiet for a moment, regarding his stitches. Then he turns to Lloyd, who is immediately staggered at the bright smile that stretches across his face.

“Cool. Thanks, Lloyd. You’re good at this.”

Lloyd can’t answer, his throat burning. He forces the welling moisture back, looking away. Kai’s only hurt for him, and that is layered with so much more meaning than Lloyd can comprehend right now.

“No problem,” Lloyd mutters, focusing instead on the voices outside his door in an attempt to find footing again. He can hear his mom laughing at something Nya’s said, open and relaxed in a way his mom rarely is. Lloyd’s heart twists into knots.

He doesn’t deserve them, any of them. Not really.

If Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun, then the rest of the team reminds him of stars. All bright and shining, bursting with warmth in their own way. Maybe not quite at the blazing heat that Kai does, but Nya is a north star if Lloyd’s ever needed one. Jay’s a blinking constellation, scattered stars that form a complex whole much larger than you’d thought. Cole’s the kind of star you see first pop up over the horizon, blending with the oranges and purples of the sunset, like a painting you’d see in soft watercolors. Zane’s the early-morning kind of star, the ones that stay stubbornly after the night’s left, dotting the pale morning with a calm steadiness.

Lloyd would be a planet, he supposes, caught in faithful orbit around the five people who have somehow, for some reason, given him a chance. It’d be generous, though. No, Lloyd is content just to be a moon — with no light of his own, reflecting only the brilliance others give him the best he can.

Kai’s finger taps the edge of his forehead, snapping Lloyd from his thoughts, and he blinks in confusion.

“Lost you there, again,” Kai asks, words mangled through a yawn. “Where’d you go?”

Lloyd shakes his head, turning his attention back to the bloodied thread leftover in his hands. His stomach turns, and he quickly sets it aside. “Just thinking.” He pauses, momentarily lost for words. He settles for jerking his head toward the window, where the smoke trailing from their hard-won battle is still visible against the dark sky, and gives Kai a wry smile. “How much do you wanna bet the cheerleading team comes up with a new song tomorrow?”

It’s been an inside joke for them, the ridiculous songs Chen and his gang keep coming up with to throw at Lloyd, and normally it gets a laugh from Kai. This time, though, Kai is silent, his eyes searching as he stares at Lloyd. Lloyd shifts under the attention, caught off-guard again. He doesn’t know what kind of look this is, that Kai’s giving him.

“They shouldn’t talk about you like that,” Kai finally says. His voice is quiet, but Lloyd can spot the brewing anger in it. Kai’s always got anger to spare.

“Sticks and stones, remember?” Lloyd shakes his head. He’s learned, after a while, that anger changes nothing. “Words will never hurt me.”

“Words hurt when people are throwing sticks and stones at you while they yell about your dad,” Kai grumbles.

“No one’s thrown rocks since second grade, actually.”

“Hm.” Kai’s tone is a mix of thinly withheld anger and mild amusement. Lloyd tilts his head, confused, and Kai gives a huff, anger tugging loose.

“Y’know, people say that if kids throw rocks at you in second grade, it means they’ve got a crush on you.”

Lloyd knows well enough it’s a joke, but he flushes red anyways, heat spreading across his cheeks. “Yeah, sure,” he stammers. Kai laughs at his reaction, though, the odd kind of anger departing, and Lloyd feels he’s found his footing again.

They’re quiet as Lloyd finishes cleaning up the medical supplies, Kai nodding sleepily on his bed while Lloyd carefully washes the needle in the bathroom sink. Maybe he can convince his mom to let Kai spend the night, he thinks. Jay and Nya , too — their apartment isn’t very big, but it’s awfully late to make them walk home, and Lloyd is fine with taking the floor, if he needs to.

Lloyd nods to himself, resolving to ask her once he’s finished hiding the evidence. His mom’s been so thrilled about him having people over at all, he can’t see her saying no. A smile pulls at his lips as he listens to the conversation outside his door again. Jay’s rambling on now, bright and excited without any of his usual reservation. He feels a pang, wondering if Jay’s the same as him — wondering if they’re all the same, playing at muted caricatures of themselves, too fearful to let whatever lies beneath shine through.

He wonders what it means, that they’re the ones with the city in their hands, that weight on their shoulders. Wonders what it means, that Lloyd feels safer with bullets strafing the air around him and his mask on, than he ever has with it off. That Green Ninja will always, always sound better than Lloyd in his ears.

“Hey, uh.”

Lloyd starts at Kai’s voice, twisting the sink off as he turns to face him. Kai looks half asleep, but the smile he gives him is bright as ever.

“Thanks, seriously. Not just for this, but for looking out for us. You’re a good friend.”

Lloyd’s heart skips a beat, his brain latching onto the word friend and holding on tightly, tucking it somewhere safe inside his chest.

“So thanks, Lloyd,” Kai yawns, barely awake at all now, but still stubbornly clinging to the threads of awareness.

Lloyd’s got his own thank you to give back, twisted and strangled behind whatever lump’s formed in his throat, but Kai’s snoring before he gets the chance to say it. So Lloyd tugs the edge of his comforter over his friend — his friend — instead, and runs the words over in his mind again and again, like a treasured line from a book.

On second thought. Maybe Lloyd isn’t so bad. He’s only ever liked his name the way his mom says it, without any of the snapping, harsh emphasis others give it. In others’ mouths, Lloyd’s name is a curse. In his mom’s, Lloyd’s name belongs to a person.

But he thinks, maybe, he likes the way it sounds when his teammates use it, too.

#answered #ninjago #tlnm #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #slight blood tw #i just. have a lot of feelings about friends #and a lot of thoughts about how the movie!ninja put each other on pedestals #not in an inherently bad way but #i think they all think so much of each other #they forget they're human #and that leads to fallout #anyways! movie bros T-T #my fic #masterofswag213

[ilikemesometaetaes]

Blithe (M)

Kim Namjoon Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: “Blithe (adj.) - showing a casual and cheerful indifference considered to be callous or improper.” In which you face the consequences of not paying attention to your not-so-innocent behavior.

•••> Pairing(s): Namjoon/Reader, slight Namjoon/Reader/Yoongi

•••> Requested by Anon: “I have a request for a one shot 💜 three words: namjoon, daddy kink 👀 (p. s. love u)”

•••> Word Count: 6.25k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | Established Relationship!AU (Engaged) | Fiancé!Joon | Namjoon!AU | Dominant!Namjoon | Submissive!Reader | Daddy!Joon | LittleGirl!Reader

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, slight choking/strangulation, spanking (lots), dirty talk, slight bondage, Daddy/Little Girl relationship, Joonie is PISSED, but he’s also caring, cursing, pining, mention(s) of a threesome, immense teasing, rough sex, punishment time

Copyright © 2020 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for the request, anon! This was a bit to unpack for me, but here you go! I hope you enjoy :) And I love you too!

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“But baby, we were supposed to stay in tonight.” You trapped the phone between your shoulder and ear, pausing your task of draining the pasta noodles in the titanium sink.

You were making a simple dinner for the two of you so that you could have a nice, quiet night dining on your balcony. Maybe get a little frisky and do the dirty over the railing afterward.

Your plans were completely smashed, however, when your fiancé called to cancel your plans, yet again, to work late.

“I know, my love. But I need to finish these layouts for Taehyung before tomorrow. You know how he gets if the displays aren’t in order in time.” Namjoon sighed audibly, to which you sighed with him in disappointment.

“Why can’t we just have a little bit of time together? I thought getting engaged would kind of organize our lives a little more.” You whined, dropping the empty pot back onto the counter. Just one night, God. That’s all I ask. Just one damned night with my husband-to-be.

Namjoon’s voice interrupted you, a beacon in the silence you received as a response to your plea.

“We’ll get our time. I promise, babe. Listen, I gotta go. Don’t wait up for me, okay?” You could hear his voice move away from the phone for a moment during his reply, a clear indicator that he was needed.

“Alright.” You replied dejectedly. The last you heard from him was a brisk ‘I love you’ before several beeps indicated the end of the call, taking away your opportunity to return the sentiment.

With a huff, you took your phone from your shoulder and lightly tossed it onto the counter in frustration- still mindful of breaking it, of course. He just had to work late again. On a Sunday evening. Right before your classes begun again. Of fucking course.

You were saying goodbye to the summer with a bit of an indifferent attitude; your “vacation” was filled with working a full-time job, worrying about bills, and getting engaged to Namjoon whilst a pandemic loomed over the world’s shoulders. To say that you actually had a summer was a bit generous considering all of the normal occurrences that were no longer considered “the norm.”

Despite your stressful schedule, Namjoon was always there to calm the storms brewing inside your mind. Since the moment you started dating freshman year, his words of wisdom and natural calming effect kept the worry from suffocating you.

You were always an over-thinker. Since you could remember, you worried about every single minute detail of your life. When Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend across a table of the university’s café, you stared at him and waited for him to tell you that he was being facetious. Surely he didn’t actually like you, right? A man like Namjoon had no business wanting to date a girl like you- or so you thought.

“So…” You trailed off, coffee cup in your hand slightly dented from your tight grip. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

You admit, your tone was a little monotonous and emotionless- an instant defense mechanism due to your belief that he was playing a cruel joke on you. Staring into his eyes through the lenses of his glasses, however, you only found sincerity gazing back at you.

“Y/N,” He reached out and placed his hand over yours on the cup, automatically soothing your grip on the poor thing. “I’ve liked you for months now. I’d honestly really like it if you could be my girlfriend.”

You stared at his hand over yours, loving the warmth and softness as it calmed your racing mind. He actually wanted you to be his girlfriend? Like, the type to hold hands and kiss and maybe fuck a little?

Oh good lord, how you wanted to fuck him.

Being friends with Namjoon was filled with positivity in everything except your sex life. Sure, you didn’t really have one being a double major and all, but that didn’t prevent your imagination from running away from you whenever you studied him too closely.

You’d stare at him from time to time, imagining nasty things that you would do with him, but it only left you aching and wanting with a very damp patch in your panties every time. You were thirsted to the brink of desperation, finding yourself close to downloading Tinder just to have a dick to fuck yourself onto. But no, even that felt like a betrayal to Namjoon despite his lack of knowing that you imagined sitting on his face almost every night.

So once you actually started dating Namjoon, to say you were nervous to get between the sheets with him was an understatement. You were fucking terrified. Numerous anxious thoughts filled your mind.

What if he doesn’t like my body? What if I cum too fast like I know I will and he gets disappointed? What if I’m too loud or too annoying? Oh god, I should probably do some ‘research’ on how a Virgo man like Namjoon likes his women in bed.

You didn’t have time to worry too much, because the very next week, you and Namjoon had sex for the first time- research and all flying out the window. He wasn’t soft and vanilla but he wasn’t a monster either. It was a gorgeous balance that you found yourself loving immediately.

Through the years, your sex life had remained exciting and utterly adventurous, always ready to try new things.

Tonight, an evil idea crossed your mind in your sexual frustration. You hadn’t had sex with Namjoon in over a week, okay? You can’t be blamed.

A small snack, shower, and a few glasses of wine later, you found yourself freshly shaven and draped across your black living room couch with a romance movie playing on the TV. You wore Namjoon’s favorite set of lingerie, preparing yourself in your wine-buzzed state of mind for your plan.

Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you unlocked it and opened Snapchat to start a new chat conversation with Namjoon. You typed out your message to him and waited a moment before typing another when he didn’t open it immediately.

Babeeeeeeeeee

I’m hornyyyyyyy

Setting your phone back down on the table, you resumed watching the movie for a few minutes in wait, only to grow disappointed when ten minutes ticked by without a notification from Namjoon. Instead of waiting any longer, you picked up your phone again and decided to send him a video, double-tapping his name and readying yourself.

Once you held down the button to record, you put on your bedroom show.

The light from the TV cast the perfect glow on your body, emphasizing shadows on your curves and ridges, which did most of the work for you. You knew that he wouldn’t turn up the volume at work so you didn’t bother speaking. All you did was use your free hand to lightly trace your fingers over your skin, grasping your breast in your hand and lightly squeezing it through the black material of the lace bra piece.

After releasing the record button, you watched the video once, put a filter on it and watched it again, and then removed the filter once you decided that you didn’t need it. You watched it one last time with a satisfied smirk on your lips, sending it right after.

Carrying on with the photos and videos with the occasional cute or sexy message written in them, you grew upset by the fact that Namjoon hadn’t opened a single one in the last twenty minutes. Finally, you settled to touching yourself on camera and bringing yourself to the brink of a climax more than once only to deny yourself to make the allure of the videos even more difficult to resist.

You could only take so much before you grew irritated in your slightly drunken stupor, checking the time to find that it had been an hour since your first message to your fiancé. A groan of annoyance sounded from your throat and you finally gave up the patience to have some sexy time over the phone with him. So much for new things. I thought we were going to have a use for phone sex more often.

Tossing your phone to the other end of the couch, you continued to busy your hand on yourself, picturing Namjoon as the one touching you- as you always did on lonely nights like this one.

Once you finished the last drops of your wine, you took the bottle to the kitchen and dropped it into the recycling bin before heading to your bedroom with sinful thoughts in mind. Stripping yourself of the uncomfortable garments, you collapsed into the bed and got comfortable in preparation to finally finish yourself off.

Completely unaware of your phone lit up with a string of missed calls and snapchat notifications in the living room, you brought yourself your orgasm. As unsatisfying as it was without the help of your fiancé, you still managed to be relaxed enough to turn in for the night with the wine pairing in to send you off. You sighing contently despite missing your other half.

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Namjoon was furious as he drove home well over the speed limit.

He remembers the exact moment his switch was flipped.

His phone was bribed with elongated vibrations in his pocket, a sign that someone was messaging him on Snapchat, as he stood over the planning table. Upon a brief glance at the screen, once he pulled it out, he saw that it was you. Being notifications on Snapchat instead of regular text messages or calls, he knew the issue wasn’t an emergency.

Instead of opening them, he went right back to work after turning on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He was working extra hard to clear up his schedule for the next few days, knowing that you would appreciate the extra time he put in once he was able to stay home for you. So he needed to stay focused.

Of course, he would be staying home for himself too.

Namjoon longed to have you in his arms. Longed to hold you and touch you and feel your skin on his. Namjoon felt his slacks grow slightly tight as he let his imagination wander from him. The last time he had sex with you was over a week ago. Could you blame him?

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts so that he wouldn’t get hard in the middle of his office, he went back to work.

It wasn’t until an hour later when he finally sat in his chair to take a break.

“Hey, Namjoon?” A voice called him from his state of relaxation, prompting him to look at the source of the voice.

Min Yoongi stood in the doorway of his office, slightly shaking and shifting uncomfortably in his spot. Namjoon quickly stood up and approached him with concern for your friend.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Are you alright?” Namjoon fired at him, grabbing onto his shoulder. Yoongi looked down with a slight blush to his cheeks and Namjoon raised his eyebrow expectantly.

Instead of replying- he wasn’t very good at voicing embarrassment- Yoongi lifted his phone that was clutched in his hand and turned it so that the screen faced Namjoon, displaying a picture of a very familiar body clad in a very familiar set of lingerie with a hand placed over her core.

That’s Y/N. Namjoon’s blood ran cold.

Across the bottom of the screen was a sentence in the snapchat text box that read: ‘Come home soon, Joonie. I miss you… obviously lol’

For a split second, he thanked whatever god was looking out for him that the picture was intended for him, but the relief was swiftly replaced by jealousy and anger once he realized you accidentally sent a photo of yourself to his coworker. He understood that you and Yoongi talked- and that you were good friends- but his jealous side loomed over his head because he was the only one allowed to see your body.

The older man noticed Namjoon’s change in demeanor quickly, knowing that the younger man was upset. Yoongi was fast to defend himself.

“Namjoon, I swear that I had noth-“ Namjoon was quick to interrupt him.

“Yoongi, you did nothing wrong. Just forget the picture ever happened, hm?” Namjoon couldn’t pretend to not notice the way Yoongi’s smaller and very obviously nervous frame slightly peaked his interest.

“Of course.” Yoongi nodded and tapped on the screen so that it would disappear.

As Namjoon turned back around and went to sit in his chair, Yoongi perked up.

“I know that you told me that the two of you have been trying new things and- forgive me if I’m overstepping-” Yoongi gulped and toyed with his phone case, unable to maintain eye contact with his coworker. “But, uh… if you ever want a third-” Namjoon cut him off again before he could continue, thoughts already heading towards the subject that the older man was addressing.

“Noted.” He said curtly. “We’ll consider it.”

Namjoon saw the small smile at the corner of Yoongi’s lips, fighting the urge to smile with him. “Thanks, Namjoon. I’ll take my leave now.”

“Very well.” Namjoon bid. “Please close the door behind you.”

Once Yoongi left and enclosed Namjoon in his office, Namjoon sat back in silence for a moment, attempting to control the storm in his mind. Pulling out his phone, he gawked for a moment at the amount of notifications from you.

Snapchat

26 Notifications

Why would you message him so many times? You know that he’s busy. Regardless, Namjoon took this time to open them.

And he watched every second.

So yes, Namjoon was still furious when he came home to find you fast asleep in your shared bed, stark naked and sprawled out.

He tried calling you, snap chatting you, texting you; he tried everything to contact you so that he could tell you that he was on his way home. To no avail, his efforts went unanswered only to discover that exhaustion had won against you.

He couldn’t blame you for being needy. He couldn’t be angry when you laid there so damn cutely. Namjoon knew that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you.

But he could blame you for not paying attention and sending a thirst trap to someone who wasn’t him- even if it was someone who could potentially be involved with the two of you later on.

So yes, Namjoon was furious.

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A stinging pain burned your ass, jolting you from sleep with a start.

You yelped, body whipping around to address the sensation, only to be grabbed and held with your back tightly pressed up against another body, restrained by arms circling your waist. One arm nudged itself underneath your breasts while you stood on your knees.

Namjoon. You immediately recognized the feel of him, sighing with relief. Your heart calmed with your body as you slumped back against him.

“Why’d you do that?” You whined, relaxing your neck back to rest your head on his shoulder. His breath brushed the side of your face and trailed down your naked chest. “That hurt.”

“Because someone decided to be a naughty little girl.” He growled against the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at your cartilage. You instantly became hyperaware of the bulge pressing into your naked ass, a shock of hot desire cramming itself straight into your clit in a throbbing pulse. You quivered softly.

“I needed you so much and you never came.” You whimpered as he moved his mouth lower to suckle on the skin on your shoulder.

“I know, darling, and I’m sorry. I did tell you I was staying late, though.” He tightened his hold around your body, hands curling into the flesh of your waist. “You should have listened.”

You shifted in his hold, attempting to escape it so that you could face him, but he wouldn’t let you move. Your naked body was hot with desire and he kept you bound to him tightly.

“I wanted to listen. Believe me, I did. But I wanted to do something good for the both of us.” You raised and arm to curl around the back of his neck, wanting more intimacy and closeness. “Those pictures made me feel good.”

“Did you want Yoongi to feel good too?” He said menacingly in your ear. Confusion flooded you, eyebrows immediately furrowing.

“What?”

“I said-“ Namjoon raised a hand from your body to grip your jaw in his grasp, dragging your gaze to his. “Did you want Yoongi to feel good too?”

“Joon. What are you talking about?” You were concerned, wondering why he was getting so worked up.

Were you talking to Yoongi too much? Namjoon was never jealous over your friendship with Yoongi. He was nice and kind to the both of you. Although more on the quiet side, he seemed to fit in quite nicely when he was around you and your fiancé.

“Seeing how you’re acting like you don’t know any better, I’ll treat you like you don’t know any better, little girl.” He growled again, anger obvious. He released his hold on you and pushed you forward. “Elbows and knees. Ass in the air. Now.”

You scrambled into position, excitement coursing through your veins as the adrenaline spiked your heart rate once again.

Hands trembling, you gripped the bed sheets in anticipation, biting your lip. The sound of Namjoon’s belt buckle coming undone and his trousers hitting the floor only caused the heat in your core to increase tenfold. The bed dipped down shortly afterwards and you craned your head to peak at his partially-undressed body with boxers restraining his cock. A short smack was delivered to your thigh, followed by a curt statement, “Eyes to the front, brat.”

You obeyed his command immediately, feeling him slide into a kneeling position with his legs below your stomach.

“Lay across my legs.” He murmured, hand lightly pressing down on the small of your back where it was arched. You lowered your body, draping yourself across his lap while attempting to stop your body from vibrating with pure joy. His hand slid to your right ass cheek, rubbing tender circles into the skin.

“You think it’s okay to share yourself with others?” A sharp sting licked its way across your backside, force jolting your body forward and pain eliciting a whimper from your lips, yet you couldn’t help the clench of your cunt with the sound of Namjoon spanking you incredibly loud in the quiet room.

Namjoon’s hand was quick to soothe the pain, resuming his ministrations over the afflicted area.

“No.” You wavered. Another smack, softer this time, was delivered. A yelp slipped past your lips as your body reacted to the delicious pain.

“You will address me as daddy from now on, understood?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your vocal cords struggled to maintain balance with your breathlessness, resulting in your response coming out as a whisper. Namjoon’s hand clapping against you was unexpected, pain scorching against the now-tender skin. The sensation of your hot skin slightly raising made you mindful of the fact that you would definitely bruise.

“What was that?” He asked. You tensed as his free hand slid to enclose your neck in its grip, tightening.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You said with a bit more volume despite the pressure on your trachea. Namjoon released his grip but left his hand placed on your throat.

“Good girl,” He cooed lowly, shivering at the new name that you called him. He liked it very much. “Very good girl.”

You couldn’t help but bristle proudly under Namjoon’s compliment, juices now beginning to slightly trickle down from the apex of your thighs.

“Elbows and knees.” Namjoon directed as he removed himself from below you and took away much of the heat you were feeling. “Let’s talk.”

You stared at the bed in confusion. Why were we talking now? You thought he was going to fuck you.

“So,” He began from behind you. “If you know that it’s not okay to share yourself with others, why did you share your body with Yoongi?”

What.

“Namjoon,” You turned your head to look at him seriously from your position, breaking out of the tense moment. He stood a few feet away from the bed with his black work shirt unbuttoned and rolled up at the sleeves, pectoral muscles peaking from in-between the split. The sight was accompanied by the slight appearance of a nipple and his toned abdomen. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”

“Eyes to the front or I will fucking strap you down right now.” His reply, brimming with fury and warning, was no match for your concern.

“Namjoon.” You grit out with a fiery gaze. “If you think that I chea- Joonie!“

You didn’t get a chance to finish your statement because Namjoon moved toward you and pounced, engulfing your body with his own. Your strength was no match for his weight on top of you, causing both of you to collapse to the bed. Swiftly, Namjoon grabbed both of your wrists and held them down. You automatically turned your head so that your face wouldn’t be pressed into the mattress.

“I fucking know that you didn’t, Y/N.” Namjoon graveled through his teeth into your ear. His lips just barely ghosted over your ear lobe. “But you did do something naughty.”

His hand slid below your hip to your core, harshly cupping it and forcing a groan from deep in your chest.

“Tell me,” Namjoon let a single finger press between your folds, the minimal sensation warranting your body to shudder again. You shifted your weight so that you could arch your back and give his hand more room to work underneath you. “When you were sending me the photos, did you really pay attention?”

“Nam-“ His grip on your wrist served as a reminder of the name he wanted you to call him. You corrected yourself quickly, back in the mood. “-Daddy. I did, I swear.”

“Are you sure about that?” His finger began trailing up and down your slit, bringing some of your wetness over your pussy lips. You needed him on your clit, desperately.

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m sure. I remember everything I said and everything I did for you.” You pressed your backside into his pelvis as you arched your back, feeling his clothed dick slightly separating your ass cheeks.

“Stop moving.” He commanded. You froze on the spot as he continued to toy with your juices. “And I guess you really don’t know what you did, huh?”

“Daddy, no.” You keened as his finger dipped into your depths, pushing through your slick walls to nestle against your sensitive spot with ease. Softly and lightly, he stroked it, sending your mind into a horny stupor.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to teach you to pay attention. Sending a photo of you touching yourself to Yoongi isn’t a mistake you can make.”

His finger left you instantly, along with his body, as you were left to think about what he just said.

Yoongi got a photo of me? How in the- Oh fuck. Namjoon must be livid.

Almost as soon as Namjoon got off of you, he was grabbing you and flipping you over, evoking a short scream of surprise at being manhandled so abruptly.

Now, with an unobstructed view of him, you were rendered mute by the way Namjoon’s daddy persona exhumed a physical change in him. As he slid his shirt and boxers off of his body, you were trying to find the words to say in response to his statement, but you were terribly distracted by bulging muscle and his delicious stature along with an expression of reprimand gracing his facial features.

Before you could even attempt to discuss the issue, Namjoon was picking up his slacks from the floor and sliding his belt out of the belt loops whilst he spoke again.

“Put your wrists together and spread your legs, brat.” He approached the bed with his belt in hand, watching you eagerly obey him with a slight smirk pulling up the corner of his lips. Namjoon used his belt to bind your wrists together while you struggled to suppress the elation from the thought of getting fucked while restrained.

Once he had the belt wrapped around your wrists, he grabbed it and pushed it down to the bed with your arms having no option but to follow. He leaned down over you with your arms so that he could come face-to-face with you.

“Pay attention to me fucking you. I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.” He rumbled. You felt his breath fan over your face which was, with no doubt, displaying your anticipation.

Namjoon looked down for a moment as he grabbed his dick with his free hand to rub it against your parted lips. Your slick was already pouring out of your depths, gathering on the head of his dick when he passed it over your opening. Nudging your clit only served to arouse you further into insanity. You tipped your head back in preparation to be filled.

A sharp slap on the inside of your thigh made you snap your head back up to look at him in question.

“I told you to fucking pay attention.” His voice rose slightly, making you feel like you were indeed about to be reprimanded for getting distracted.

“Yes, daddy.” You whispered, casting your eyes down to where your bodies were about to join. He followed your gaze shortly after, continuing his massage on your core.

Your heartbeat picked up instantly when he placed himself at your opening.

“Watch me fill this little pussy.” He murmured before sinking into you. The weight of his hand holding your arms to the bed lessened as he removed his hand from his dick and placed it on the bed to support himself while he moved.

You whimpered quietly at the feeling of him pushing into you so fast. The stretch burned slightly and you shifted your hips uncomfortably. Namjoon leaned down and pressed his lips to your jaw.

“Sh, darling,” He whispered soothingly. “I got you.”

With your view of him slowly rearing back and entering you interrupted by his body, you decided to let your head fall back again to help accommodate the subsiding pain. A few more pumps of his dick later and you were only feeling bliss with hopes that he would speed up soon. Your small moans keyed Namjoon in on the fact that you weren’t uncomfortable anymore, warranting him to lightly nip your neck and sit up. You followed his movement with your eyes.

Namjoon looked down at your already-wrecked form, staring at you heatedly. You couldn’t fucking breathe past the lust that filled your veins when he was looking this hot and in charge- this daddy-like. Breath held in wait of his next move, you saw a smirk grace his lips, causing your walls to constrict around his girth.

In response to your excitement, he pulled your bound hands back up and slid them over his head, looping them behind his neck. Then, he slid his arms underneath your thighs and picked you up, carrying you with your legs spread open in his lap.

“Now watch me fucking destroy you.”

You cried out and dug your fingernails into your palms as your fiancé raised you up and dropped you onto his dick, impaling you deeply with it. Before you could even fathom how far inside you he was going, he repeated the action again.

Namjoon began at a vicious beat, your body subjected to letting him control you like a doll. His warm, brown eyes were locked on yours as he fucked you, holding your ogle intensely and preventing you from looking away- even as you fought the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head.

His dick pumping into you had your toes curling. Every time he bottomed out, he pulled your legs closer to his body to touch his chest against yours. Despite his tight embrace, you could barely stay straight up with the sensations he was giving you.

“You know you only belong to me, right little girl?” He leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your neck, sucking in the skin to bite down. Once he released it, he laved his tongue over the affected spot and moved to get to work your shoulder.

A particularly hard thrust had you screaming your response, head craning back in ecstasy. “Yes, daddy! All yours!”

With his arms below you and his hands clutching onto your backside, Namjoon had easy access to deliver another spank in the same spot he had spanked you minutes before. You howled out a cry with tears welling in your eyes despite the pain adding to the pressure building between your hips.

Unable to find another way to let out your automatic instinct to pull your fiancé close with your orgasm approaching, you resorted to pulling him by his neck with your bound hands, kissing him sloppily. Hopefully, he would be there to catch you when you finally fell to the throes of your climax.

“Daddy,” You moaned against his lips. “Gonna cum.”

And then he stopped.

Movement ceased. Friction stopped. The battering inside you came to a halt and you looked at him with panicked eyes, desperation controlling every aspect of your mind once your orgasm was completely and absolutely denied.

“Oh? You’re going to come? Without asking?” He pulled away and smirked at you with an eyebrow cocked.

“Daddy, please. I-I need it.” You dug your face into his neck, attempting to move yourself on his dick to regain some of the mind-numbing sensation.

Namjoon only laughed in response. “Oh? You need it? How badly do you need it, darling?”

“So bad. Sososo bad.” You were rambling- begging shamelessly- now while tears began to trickle down your face and onto his skin. “I need you. Please.”

Namjoon dropped the two of you to the mattress, allowing your legs to fall to the sides. With your hands still bound, you pulled him down to you so that you could kiss him again but was left confused when he resisted.

“Nuh-uh.” He clicked his tongue. “You want it? I’ll give it to you.”

Before you could even ask, Namjoon was removing your hands from around his neck and flipping you over. You immediately raised your ass and arched your back excitedly.

“The little girl is ready for me, isn’t she?” Namjoon rumbled out a laugh, placing a hand on your ass. You flinched slightly at the contact seeing as you were expecting another smack, but you couldn’t even answer because, quickly, he swiped his thumb over your exposed pussy. Namjoon loved the way it was widened by his dick. “Oh, look at you all fucked open by me. Just wait until I fill it up.”

“Please fill me up, daddy.” You pleaded, forehead pressing down into the mattress.

“As my little brat wishes.” He acquiesced to your request, pressing his dick between your spread ass cheeks in ready.

You weren’t expecting him to act on it so quickly, thinking he would tease you some more, but you only moaned into the sheets as he entered you again. The previous fire in the pit of your stomach that burnt out those few moments ago was quickly rekindled. His hands clapped into a vice-like grip on your hips, fingernails digging into the flesh and surely breaking the skin, as he began his pace all over again.

“D-“ A savage thrust interrupted the whimpered word, shooting your body forward. “Daddy.”

Namjoon was reaching a new depth and angle within you, and when his dick began directly pummeling that oh so sweet spot inside of you once again, your brain might as well have reset and kick started a speed race towards your orgasm.

You couldn’t even focus on the way he was fucking into you when his own grunts and moans of pleasure were filling your ears nor the way your orgasm seemed to have come upon you within moments due to your oversensitivity from a denied orgasm.

“Daddy, please let me come. I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum.” You chanted, feeling numb whilst tightening your entire body in attempt to control your body during climax. You almost didn’t feel the sensation of your fiancé grabbing you by your waist and lifting your body so that your back could meet his chest.

The clapping sounds of your bodies only got louder and the squelching sounds of your pussy eagerly taking him in only got more sinful from the new position. With your arms in front of you, you had no choice but to loop them back around Namjoon’s neck behind you.

“Cum, little girl. Cum all over my cock so I can fill up your pretty cunt.” He growled. He removed a hand from your hip to place it on your jaw so that he could turn your head o face him. Your eyes fluttered as you felt your walls begin to seize up and he took this as a sign to quickly cover your mouth with his own.

The inferno of pleasure within you grew too hot and burst moments later, your body seizing and jerking with each of his pumps into your tightening body. Hissing through his teeth from the sensation of you squeezing yourself around him, Namjoon attempted to swallow your screams with his lips whilst chasing his own high.

“Fuck,” He ground out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Namjoon’s climax followed shortly after yours, pressing his hips into your ass with as much pressure as he could muster to ensure that his essence painted your walls as deeply as possible. Groaning with his release, he laved his tongue over your lips and into your mouth sloppily.

The two of you, spent and breathless, didn’t stay in your position for long. He knew that you were uncomfortable and that your wrists were probably going to bruise. The roleplay was over and there was no need to keep you restrained anymore.

Pulling out, Namjoon watched as his cum streamed down your thighs and onto the bed. You grimaced at the unpleasant sensation and the fact that it was now soiling the bed.

He got up quickly, smiling, and after rolling over onto your back with exhaustion, you watched the beautiful grin spread across his lips with dimples in his cheeks. You couldn’t but smile blissfully in return.

“I’m not actually mad at you, my love. You know that, right?” He grabbed the wipes from your bathroom as he spoke.

“Oh, I know. But it would be really hot if you could pretend to be mad a little more often.” You giggled, widening your legs for him as he cleaned you up. “That whole ‘Daddy Joon’ thing suits you incredible well.”

“Oh, does it now?” He snickered while reaching for the belt. “Hold on, let me undo this.”

Once the belt was unwrapped from your wrists, you rubbed them soothingly. “Ow.” You muttered.

Namjoon balled up the wipes and threw them in the trashcan. Once he was done, he picked you up bridal style and carried you from the room.

“Where are we going?” You questioned.

“To the kitchen.” He laughed heartily. “We have a pasta dinner to eat.”

“But I need to put clothes on!” You protested. He only placed you down in front of the counter before walking to the fridge, completely butt-naked. He just kept laughing.

“We’re in our own house, Y/N. No need to worry about trivial things like clothes.” He pulled out the Tupperware that you packed the noodles and pasta sauce in earlier while you watched. Shrugging, unable to argue with his reasoning, you turned to grab the plates and silverware from the cabinet.

“Oh, by the way,” Namjoon set the noodles in the microwave and set it to warm them up. “Yoongi asked us if we wanted a third.”

You paused in shock, turning to look at him. His form, even in normal lighting, was mouthwatering to look at. Broad shoulders sat upon a wide chest graced with lean pectoral muscles. His biceps, bulging with light ridges of veins running down to his hands, had gotten bigger in the last few months. When he smiled, allowing his dimples to dent his cheeks, there was no way any woman would be able to resist him.

And you were his woman.

“Yoongi?” You drew up an eyebrow at the thought, remembering that you had sent him a photo of yourself by accident. You also remembered Yoongi to be a very calming and relaxed man who was very easy on the eyes. He was your friend, after all. “Really?”

“To be honest with you, I’m kind of considering it. It would be exciting to try having a third.” He leaned against the counter with his hands gripping the edge.

“I thought you wanted me to pay attention to you and only you.” You laughed incredulously.

“Well,” He stalked towards you and placed his hands on the counter on either side of your naked body, leaning in. He was so close that you felt the body heat radiating off his skin. 

“I can make certain exceptions to your behavior.”

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Someday Soon-Chapter 10

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!OC

Summary: The Pogues work together to get John B off the island, a difficult task to complete when everything seems to be falling apart all around them.

Note: The last chapter of season 1, exciting but also sad. I probably won't be updating this series until after season 2 comes out so that I have it as a base but I do have a few oneshots I have been working on that I might post in the meantime. I hope you enjoyed my spin on the first season!

Word Count: 4.1k

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I paced around the Wreck waiting for the others to wake up. JJ stood on the opposite side of the room clicking a lighter on and off. We hadn’t spoken to each other since last night and every time he caught my eye I would quickly look away.

I saw Pope starting to wake up before he made his way to where JJ stood watching police cars drive by.

“He's pinched for sure, man.” JJ said to Pope as I continued to pace while I listened to their conversation.

“No. They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him.” Pope reasoned.

“Let's hope.” JJ spoke defeatedly.

“You know, we were in that car. They're probably looking for us, too.” Kie spoke up, alerting us all that she had woken up.

“Well, if we're gonna be outlaws, we might as well help John B.” Pope addressed us all.

“So, find him before they do?” JJ asked while we watched Pope grab the keys to JJ’s bike and make his way towards where I had stopped near the door. “Pope?”

“I'm gonna get gas for the boat.” He explained before turning to me. “You coming?”

“Uh, yeah.” I answered unsure, I figured it was better than staying here with Kie and JJ.

“Hey, you be careful.” Kie told Pope. “Okay?”

“Meet us at the dock at three. Don't be late.” Pope reminded the pair we were leaving behind before we made our way outside.

“Okay, what is your problem?” Kie asked Pope, I didn’t even hear what had happened between the two and I was pretty sure I knew what his problem was.

“No problem, Officer. I'm just doing my job.” Pope answered as we got onto the bike.

“Look, I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings.” Kie tried to tell him as he started up the bike and revved up the engine.

“What was that?” He asked as if he had no control over the sounds of the bike.

“Look, I didn't mean to.” Kie tried again.

“Sorry, I can't hear you. What was that?” Pope kept taunting.

“Pope let’s go.” I told him, getting impatient with the game he was playing.

“Pope, I'm being serious…” Kie yelled as Pope lifted his feet off the ground as we started to drive away. “I'm trying to talk to you!”

I looked back as Pope drove off and locked eyes with JJ, his face was painted with concern and it looked like he wanted to say something but we were already too far away. I turned my head back around and gazed at the road over Pope’s shoulder. My grip tightened around his waist, in all the excitement of Kie and Pope’s argument, I hadn’t had time to rethink if I really wanted to get on the back of this death trap with a newly sober Pope driving.

“Are you good to drive?'' I called to him over the sound of the engine.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He reassured me, I supposed I would have to trust him as I didn’t really have any other options at the moment.

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Once we arrived at Heyward’s we found a couple of empty gas canisters that we carried over to the gas pump out front. As we waited for the first one to fill up I tapped my foot on the ground, anxious to get back to the others. Even if we were fighting it was better to all stay together than to get split up.

“So.” I started unsure if I should continue or just keep my mouth shut. Pope was my only friend that was not on the run or not speaking to me at the moment. “You and Kie?”

“You and JJ?” Pope countered clearly not wanting to talk. I chuckled at his response to me.

“No, if yesterday proved anything it was that there is no me and JJ.” I explained.

“Yeah well that sounds about the same for me and Kie.” He finally said to me.

As much as the situation we were in sucked it was almost comforting to know that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

We were quiet again as he switched the tanks and I put the cap back onto the now full one.

“Look at you two.” I heard a deep voice say from behind me. Turning around I found Heyward standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest. “Like some damn street hoods out here stealing gas from me. Isabella, I thought your mama raised you better than that and my own blood, I don’t know which one disappoints me more.”

“We're not stealing.” Pope tried to explain, I shook my head at him knowing it would be better if we stopped talking.

“Stop lyin'. I saw it in your damn hand.”

“Our friend is in trouble, and we need to help him.” I tried to defend, figuring it was too late to not get into trouble.

“John B did not kill anybody.” Pope added.

“Says who?” Heyward challenged.

“Says me.”

“I'm supposed to believe you?” Heyward continued. “After you ran out on your interview? Shit, boy, get in the house.”

“No.” Pope said staring right at him. I didn’t like where this was going.

“Oh, you a man now? Huh?” Heyward continued to push. “You wanna have a go at it with me? Is that it?”

“I'm taking these cans. You’re not gettin' in my way.” Pope said going to grab the gas canisters.

“Oh, I'm gettin' in your way.” Heyward said, walking past me to stand right in front of Pope. “And one day, you might be able to whoop my ass, but it ain't today.”

“That right?” Pope asked, getting angrier with every word.

“Yeah.” Heyward concluded just as Pope threw a punch at him. I stumbled back shocked that he had actually done it.

“Pope stop!” I tried to yell but it came out as a whisper.

“Oh, yeah! It's gonna take a little more than that. Try again.” Heyward challenged again after recovering from the first blow. Come on. You wanna hit your daddy? Try again. Hm? You want to hit me?”

I put a hand on Pope’s shoulder and as he turned it was like he realized what he had just done.

“I don't have time for this. I gotta help my friend.” Pope said as he turned away from his father.

We both grabbed a gas canister and tied them to the sides of the bike. I could see the tears streaming down Pope’s face as we climbed onto the bike.

“Yeah, yeah, you just go ahead. Yeah, you take everything, son. And Isabella don’t think I’m not telling your mama about this!” I heard Heyward continue to yell at us as Pope started up the bike. “You're an ungrateful son of a bitch, Pope.”

“It’s okay Pope. It’s gonna be okay.” I tried to comfort him as we drove off and Heyward’s threats faded.

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As we pulled up to the garage that held The Phantom we heard yelling and clattering from inside.

“What the hell?” I asked Pope who looked just as confused.

I noticed two dirt bikes parked near the door as I pointed to them Pope nodded to confirm he saw them too. We rushed towards the door and Pope grabbed some old pipes on the way.

“Be careful.” I said as he passed me one of the pipes.

As we ran inside I wasn’t sure what to look at. Kie was being screamed at by some blond whose face I couldn’t see and JJ was one the ground being punched by Barry, the guy who had tried to take the gold from us.

“Hey! Don't touch her!” I heard Pope scream as he began to bash the blond’s back.

I moved towards where Barry was and hit him with the pipe in my hand. It didn’t seem to do much damage but it was enough to distract him and give JJ time to punch him square in the jaw. After we got the gun out of his hand JJ essentially beat Barry to a pulp.

As Barry laid out on the ground groaning in pain we moved to where Kie stood watching as Pope began to strangle the blond who I now recognized as Rafe Cameron.

“Pope.” Kie called to him as we watched him continue to beat on Rafe. “Pope, that's good! Stop!”

“He's had enough, dude.” JJ added trying to get Pope to stop.

“Snap out of it, Pope!” I said as JJ tried to pull them apart.

“Okay, we gotta go.” Kie reminded us as Pope finally let go of Rafe.

JJ and Kie rushed away to finish hooking up the boat but I stayed standing next to Pope as he looked at me terrified.

“It’s okay Pope. You’re fine.” I tried to tell him but I felt just as shocked as he looked.

“Stay off the cut.” Pope threatened Rafe who laid at our feet half conscious.

“Pope. Iz. We gotta go.” Kie called as she got into the car.

“Let’s go.” I said to Pope, taking his arm and guiding him towards the car.

As we drove away I noticed Pope staring at his hands as if they didn’t belong to him. I took both of them so he would stop and as we got further from the garage I continued to try and reassure him that he was fine.

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Once we had arrived at the boat launch we had all silently begun to silently load up the boat after getting it into the water. Kie and Pope were standing watch as I packed the last of the food into compartments and behind me JJ checked the engine over. Once I was done I turned leaning on one of the seats as JJ checked various switches.

“A 1983 Formula 402 SR1.” JJ marveled at the boat.

“Mm-hm. The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours.” I added, with the number of times he had told me about this boat, I would never forget the speech he made every time he saw it. “Forty years old! And still the fastest thing that Kildare's ever seen.”

“Huh, seems like you’ve heard about her before.” JJ mused as he stood up to face me.

“Yeah once or twice.” I teased him, the smile on my face grew as he moved closer to me. I thought he was leaning in closer to my face when Pope interrupted us.

“Dude, where is he?” Pope asked worriedly. JJ cleared his throat as he turned away from me to address Pope.

“Give him a second. He'll be here. He's coming. He'll be fine.” JJ reassured us all.

“Shit.” I muttered as I spotted the lights of a cop car approaching us.

“Hey, yeah. Get back on the boat.” Kie told Pope as she moved to start untying it from the dock.

“Wait.” JJ stopped us all as we turned to see someone getting out of the cop car.

“No way.” I mumbled with a smile as I recognized John B closing the door behind him.

“No effing way.” Pope added.

“I'm sorry. You've gotta be kidding me.” Kie continued laughing.

“Shoupe let me take it for a spin.” John B explained as he walked towards the boat.

“Okay. That's believable. I'll buy that for now.” Kie said, she hugged John B before he hopped onto the deck of the Phantom where JJ and I stood.

“It wasn't easy, bro, but I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday.” JJ told John B, handing the keys over. “You ready to go?”

“Where's Sarah?” John B asked, noticing she was absent from the group.

“She's not with you?” Kie asked him.

“No, we got separated in the swamp.” John B explained his worry growing. “She said she'd meet me here.”

“No, we haven't seen her.” I told him.

“Okay, well, I'm not leaving without her.” John B concluded.

“John B, look at me.” JJ started to say. “I know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man. You've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, all right? Hang out for a couple of weeks and then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville. You... Hey! You got that?”

“Yeah, yeah. Brownsville.” John B confirmed only half paying attention to what JJ was telling him.

“All right. Saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let's do this.” JJ said, hopping over the side of the boat onto the dock.

“Hey, John B.” I said, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. “I love you.”

“Yeah. I love you too.” He mumbled back to me. I felt like I was losing my brother as we pulled apart and I jumped down onto the dock. John B paused for a moment as he looked at us all. “Hey. I'm sorry for basically... throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing.”

“John B, we were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right?” JJ said, as we all laughed at his statement.

“Yeah.” He confirmed.

“At least we did it together, though.” I told him with a sad smile.

“Pogue style.” Pope said.

“Pogue style.” We all repeated.

“Get out of here! Please. Now.” Kie told John B, reminding us all we were running out of time.

“We'll see you in two months, down in Mexico.” Pope reassured John B as we started to untie ropes.

“Hey, wait... wait a second.” John B stopped us before we could push the boat out. “Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?”

We all nodded our head confirming that we would find her for him.

“Don't forget. Cross the border at Brownsville, okay?” JJ reminded one last time.

“Got it.” John B confirmed as he started the motor up.

We all stood huddled together as we watched him fade from view as he picked up speed. I knew we would see him again but it felt like we were saying goodbye forever.

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John B was long gone, hopefully far enough away that everyone looking for him couldn’t find him but I still stood on the dock looking at the sun set. Further down the dock Kie and Pope stood together, I couldn't hear what they were saying as they were talking quietly but I saw them hug. I smiled slightly, happy that the pair had made up.

But then my eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I watched the pair kiss, how could Kie warn me not to do something then turn around and do the thing she warned me against. I felt frustrated with her, I knew better, I knew I shouldn’t take it so personally but I still couldn’t help but feel my annoyance towards her grow.

That was until I felt a pair of hands settled on my hips and as I turned my head I saw JJ resting his head on my shoulder. I smiled at the action as I leaned into him content to just stand and watch the sunset as my worries faded further away.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you the other night when I said we weren’t together.” JJ finally spoke after a minute. “I didn’t mean that I didn’t want us to be together just that we weren’t yet. After all, you haven’t even asked me out.”

I turned around to face him and saw a huge grin on his face, his hands which were still wrapped around my waist loosened slightly. There was a mischievous look in his eyes as I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“JJ Maybank.” I started to say dramatically. “Will you go out with me?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” He began pretending to think about it. “Where are you gonna take me?”

“I don’t know, I'm sure we can sort out the details later.” I smiled.

“Well I’d like to know now so that I can figure out if it's worth it. Plus I mean I’ll have to find the right outfit.” He began to ramble, I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“How about you worry about your outfit later and right now you just kiss me?” I interrupted him with my bold statement.

He stopped talking after that and began to lean closer to me. As I was about to lean in as well I stopped and looked into his eyes.

“Hey, don’t run away this time.” I playfully threatened him.

“Never again Sweetheart.” He replied before closing the gap between us and capturing my lips in his.

We were cut off after a moment though due to the sound of police sirens which I could tell were growing closer as they sounded louder with every passing second.

“Hey, guys, I'm sorry to ruin the party, but, uh, we gotta go right now.” JJ called to the others as his arms dropped from around me. “Come on!”

But it was too late as the cars pulled up surrounding the four of us, we had no other option than to stay put and listen to them.

“Hands up! Hands up!” The cops all called as they began to climb out of their cars.

“Pope, hands.” Kie reminded him as we all lifted our hands in surrender.

“We're too late. He's gone. God damn it!” A bald man yelled out as he ran to the end of the dock.

“Bratcher, have your guys stand down. Let me talk to these kids.” Deputy Shoupe called out before approaching us. “All right, where the hell is he? Where the hell is he?”

We all stayed silent as he tried to figure out where John B had gone. We all knew vaguely where he was headed but in all honesty none of us could have pointed to his location on a map, we had no idea how far he had gotten.

“JJ? I see you're livin' up to your name.” Shoupe began to single us out. “Pope, how about you? This isn't a fucking game! You can do the right thing now! Where'd he go?”

None of us answered his questions and before long he gave up, ushering JJ and Pope into the back of one car and Kie and I into another. I didn’t want us to be split up but I knew we didn’t have a choice, we were probably all being taken to the same place.

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We sat in silence for a few minutes as I looked out the window until I noticed that Kie had tears streaming down her cheeks as she quietly cried.

“Hey, hey.” I whispered to her not wanting to get into more trouble. I shuffled closer to her, holding out a hand which she took. “It’s gonna be okay, we’re all going to be fine.” I tried to reassure her but in all honesty I had no idea if it were true.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered to me as she leant her head on my shoulder. “I’ve been awful to you lately.”

“No it’s okay. I was being just as terrible.” I whispered back to her. “I’m sorry, I know you were just trying to keep the Pogues together.”

“Yeah a lot of good that did.” She said defeatedly.

“Yeah well those boys always know how to mess everything up.” I tried to joke. I saw the hint of a smile playing on her lips before I pulled her into a hug.

“I just want to be friends again.”

“Me too.” I sighed. “I mean come on we’re the two that never fight with each other.”

We pulled apart with sad smiles as the car parked. I was nice to know that we were all friends again even if everything else had fallen apart.

🔅🔆🔅

The door opened to reveal Shoupe on the other side ushering us out. Once I stepped onto the ground I spotted JJ and Pope standing a few feet away, we were all directed into a tent with a table in the center and rows of chairs on either side. I sat down between JJ and Kie and Pope was sitting on the other side of Kie.

“Sit down. Don't move. We got a lot to talk about.” Shoupe said to all of us before turning to a couple of armed guards. “Keep an eye on these kids.”

We all watched as Shoupe left the tent. A silence fell over us as we listened to everyone around us talking, hoping to hear that John B was okay and that he had gotten away safely.

My hands found both JJ’s and Kie’s hands and I held onto them for dear life. Right now it felt like we only had each other and I sure as hell wasn’t going to lose anyone else.

“It’s gonna be okay. He’ll be fine.” JJ muttered under his breath as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of my hand.

My knee began to bounce as we all anxiously waited for any news they would give us.

🔅🔆🔅

Sirens continued to wail as people shouted to each other. The storm was only getting worse and all we could do was hope that John B had outrun it or found somewhere safe to wait it out.

After what felt like forever Shoupe finally returned but by the look on his face he didn’t have anything good to say.

“Did you find them?” Pope asked hopefully as we all stood up.

“No.” Shoupe responded bluntly.

“So, they got away?” Kie asked

“We, uh... we lost them.” Shoupe replied vaguely. “I'm sorry.”

“You lost them?” I asked in disbelief. “What do you mean you lost them? Like, they're gone?”

“What are you talking about?” Pope added to my questions.

“They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope.” Shoupe tried to explain.

“So, they're dead?” Kie asked as tears began to cloud my vision.

“We don't know.” Shoupe tried to defend himself.

“You drove them straight through the storm, man!” JJ snapped. “Are you kidding me? Come here! I'm gonna kill you!”

“JJ, stop!” Kie tried to tell him.

“I'm gonna kill you, you bastard! You killed him!” JJ said before trying to take a swing at Shoupe. Another cop grabbed JJ before he could continue. I moved to his side trying to get him to calm down, from behind me I could hear Pope start to yell.

“He didn't kill anyone, and you know it!” Pope cried.

“We're still looking for him, all right?” Shoupe tried to explain.

“Pope. Pope, just stop.” Kie said to him. “Please, stop.”

Kie fell silent for a moment and I turned to see what had happened. I followed her gaze to the other end of the tent to see all our parents walking towards us and at the end of the line little Emmy stood next to my Mom in her bright red raincoat.

As soon as she spotted me she let go of my Mom’s hand and ran towards me. I leant down wrapping her in a giant hug. The tears that stung my eyes fell down my cheeks as I held her tightly.

After a minute I picked her up and turned around to look for where my Mom had gone. I spotted her behind me holding onto JJ as he sobbed into her shoulder, my heart broke even more when I realized that JJ’s dad hadn’t even bothered to show up. I walked a few steps forward to wrap my free arm around JJ. We all stood holding each other, after a moment Kie and Pope joined our group as we all huddled together.

We were all a little broken without John B but we knew we had each other and for now that was enough.

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#outerbanks #outer banks #jj maybank #jj obx #obx #jj x oc #jj maybank x oc #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Flowers for Spencer

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: Spencer starts receiving flowers from a secret admirer. A different one each day, a different meaning.

A/N: It’s 2am and I decided to write a spencer reid oneshot because i’m completely soft for this man. enjoy.

A white carnation sat on Spencer’s desk when he arrived to work. Just a single flower with no note or indication of who it was from. 

He picked it up with an intrigued expression on his face, gaining the attention of Emily and Derek.

“Whatcha got there, Reid?” Emily asked as she set her things on her desk. 

“Dianthus caryophyllus, also known as a carnation. Different colored carnations represent different meanings. For example, a white carnation represents something being sweet or love.”

Derek snorted, “Someone in love with you, Reid?”

The young doctor shrugs, “I don’t know. I might be looking too much into it. Someone probably just picked a random flower and placed it on my desk.”

Emily cocked her head to the side and looked at Spencer curiously, “No, I think that flower was given to you for a reason, Reid.” Her eyes widened and she stood up from her desk, pointing at the flower, “I bet someone has a crush on you and they’re trying to tell you through the flowers!”

“That’s creepy,” Derek retorted as he took a sip from his coffee. 

Emily rolled her eyes, “Well I think it’s sweet.”

“What’s sweet?” you ask when you approach Spencer and Emily, handing them their respective to-go cups of coffee. 

“Our good doctor here has a secret admirer,” Derek points out with a grin.

You look back at Spencer with a soft smile, “That so?”

He shyly smiles back and shrugs, “It could be nothing. But it’s nice. Never received flowers before.”

“Well whoever it is, that’s very sweet of them. Anyway, JJ said to meet in the briefing room in five. I just gotta grab some files to I’ll see you guys there.”

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The next day, Spencer found another flower on his desk. This time it was a

“Bellis perennis, known as the common daisy.” Spencer states when JJ, Derek, Penelope, and Emily gather around him as he holds the flower in between his fingers. 

“And what does this one stand for?” Emily asks.

“Innocence and purity.”

Derek nods in agreement, “I mean, I think that sums you up perfectly, Reid.”

Spencer looks at him confusedly, “Thanks?”

“Okay, okay. Do we know anyone who has a particular fondness of flowers?”

The small group stand in silence for three seconds and proceeded to shake their heads, “Nope. Not a clue.”

You approached everyone with files in your arms and a curious look on your face, “What’s everyone standing around for?”

“Our adorable Doctor Reid received another flower from his secret admirer. They think he’s innocent and pure.” Derek chimes in, answering your question.

“Which I don’t understand, at all.” Spencer retorts. 

“I think it’s cute,” Penelope states, “Guys often don’t receive flowers and I’m glad it’s you, Spencer.”

“Thanks, Garcia.” he replies shyly and then looks back at you, “Do you have any idea who it might be? Have you seen anyone hanging close to my desk lately?”

You give him a shake of your head, “No, sorry, Spence. But I think it’s nice of whoever it is for them to do this.”

He hums in agreement and sits back down at his desk once everyone disperses, “Oh!” his face lights up, “I just remembered, the new edition of Agents of Atlas series released today! If we have time, you wanna come with me to get it?”

“Sure! Maybe afterwards, we can go to the pizza place down the street from there?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Great!” you say enthusiastically before following JJ to her office. 

Derek, who witnessed the interaction, rolled over to Spencer’s desk with a smirk on his face, “You and Y/N?”

Spencer already gives him a disapproving look, “We’re just friends.”

“What if she’s your secret admirer? It makes sense right? Ever since JJ hired her as her assistant, you two have been connected at the hip! You’re into the same nerdy stuff, she always listens to you go off on your tangents. She’s sweet and pretty and-”

“And we’re just friends,” Spencer said again with a pointed look, “I don’t-” he paused and let out a sigh, “I don’t think she sees me like that, Morgan. She’s-She’s too good for me.”

It was Derek’s turn to give him a pointed look, “Reid, she’s perfect for you. But fine, whatever. Instead of yearning for some mystery person you have your dream girl right in front of you.” he then rolls back to his desk, getting back into the zone of looking over case files. 

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It’s been almost two years since you were hired to be JJ’s assistant. She was an amazing and efficient woman, but she finally caved after she realized that work was consuming her and she needed help. That’s when you stepped in and it was the best thing to ever happen to you. Sort of. Sure, you had to read through some really violent and cruel files, but you also aided in helping save lives. Not to mention, you grew close to the one Doctor Spencer Reid. 

On your first day, you two immediately hit it off. He noticed your Star Trek pin on your bag, quoting a Spock line to you that made you grin from ear to ear. 

You two shared a lot of the same interests and your personalities were fairly similar. Derek had complained that now there were two Reids he had to work with, but you knew he meant it jokingly. 

Getting to know Spencer and growing close with him was something you enjoyed. You loved spending time with him, listening to him ramble and go on random tangents. Everything he said was so remarkably fascinating, you wished he would never stop talking. You grew to like him more than a friend.

Eventually, you realized that your small crush you harbored had grown into something more and you didn’t know what to do. Spencer was the best friend you’ve ever had. He understood you so well and not to mention you two got along fantastically. You just didn’t want to put your friendship at risk. 

So what did you resort to? Leaving him flowers to express how you felt. 

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“Is that lavender?” Penelope asked, sniffing the air when she entered the bullpen. 

Derek nodded, “Yup. Another gift from Spencer’s secret admirer. Apparently this one means admiration.”

She looked at Spencer in awe, “Wow. A flower every single day this week, Spencer. This person must really like you! You got an idea who it is yet?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

That made her confused, “But you’re a profiler. Can’t you figure it out? Oh! Wait! I can hack into the cameras and figure it out for you!” she began to rush towards her office, but Spencer called out to her.

“Please, don’t. I-I don’t wanna embarrass whoever this is.”

“But don’t you wanna know who’s gone sweet on ya?” she asks with a friendly smile.

He shrugs, “Yeah, but-I don’t know. I want them to build up the courage to reveal themselves to me. Plus...I like the attention. No one’s ever given me flowers before, let alone shown this much interest in me.”

Penelope wanted to say something, something that she knew but also didn’t know. She had a hunch, but she didn’t want to rile Spencer up with the risk of her being wrong. So instead, she gave him a smile and a nod, and said, “Understood.”

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It was late and everyone had left for the night. A case still in progress, but Hotch ordered everyone to get a good night’s sleep to rest their brains. 

You were the only one left, wanting to finish up some tasks that you haven’t been able to complete since the case had emerged. 

When you were finished, you exited JJ’s office and peered into the bullpen. Empty. So you quickly and carefully pulled out the flower that you planned on giving Spencer. 

You rushed over to his desk, placing it at his workstation, a soft smile on your lips.

“You should tell him,” the voice made you jump with a gasp. Heart on your hand you turned around to see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office. 

“I thought everyone left.” you murmured.

“Just had some things to finish up.” he closed his office door and walked towards you. He stood before you, stuffing his hands in his pockets and nodded towards Spencer’s desk, “You should tell him.”

“I will just not right now. I just-I don’t know how to tell him. And if I do, what if he rejects me? Then our entire friendship is washed down the toilet because I couldn’t control my feelings.”

“He likes you too, Y/N.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m a profiler. It’s my job,” he says with a smirk. He gives you a soft nudge, “Lemme walk you to your car.”

You sighed and agreed, following him out of the bullpen with a plan brewing in your mind.

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“Ranunculus,” Spencer’s head shoots up when he hears your voice and sees you staring down at him, “Means you have charm and you’re attractive. But I’m sure you knew that already.”

He clears his throat and sits up more, “Yeah,” he looks down at the flower in his hand and back up at you, “So what do you think of all this? It’s been a week and a half and my secret admirer still hasn’t revealed themselves to me. Should I just treat it as a case and start profiling them?”

A part of you wanted to reject that idea completely, but you had to remain cool. So you shrugged, “Don’t know. Maybe they’re just trying to buy a little bit more time.”

“I think by the end of the week, if they don’t reveal themselves, I’ll just go looking for them instead. Do you think that sounds like a good idea?”

“It’s your life, Spence. You do what you want. My opinion shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does. Your opinion matters a lot to me,” he says softly, a shy grin on his face, one that you came to love.

You hear someone clear their throat and you turn around to see JJ, “Sorry, Y/N, but I need some help.”

“Right, sorry!” you give Spencer a wave and head back to JJ’s office to assist her.

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It was the last day of the week and Spencer was disappointed to find his desk lacking a flower. 

His coworkers all peering at the surface, frowns matching his own. 

“No flower?” Emily asked.

“Guess not.”

“Maybe someone took it and threw it away?” Derek asked.

Spencer shook his head, “No. No. I think-I think that means they’re gonna come clean. My secret admirer is going to reveal themselves to me today.”

Cue the group discussing who it could possibly, chattering among themselves sharing their own respective theories. All the while, Spencer plops into his chair and begins to take out a file and notebook from his bag. 

When he hears someone clear their throat, he looks up, eyes catching yours briefly before landing on a single red rose in your hand. 

“Hi,” you greeted him mousily. Nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“Hi,” Spencer murmured softly, standing to his feet, “Whatcha got there?”

You look down at the rose, finger delicately grazing along its petals, “For you,” you extend it to him and he takes it, “It’s me. I’m your secret admirer. And if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. i just-I dunno. You’re kind and smart and funny and wonderful and an amazing friend. I’ve never met anyone like you, Spencer.”

“How long?” 

“Hm?” you look at him now and you see the softness in his eyes.

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Three months after I started working here.”

He chuckles in disbelief, “Almost two years and we could’ve been dating during this entire time.”

You look at him confusedly until realization struck you, “You-”

“Yeah,” he says with a smile, “For just as long.”

“Oh,” you say with a shy grin.

“Score!” Penelope and Derek high five, breaking the sweet moment you and Spencer were having. JJ and Emily were digging through their wallets handing over the other two money. 

Realizing what was happening, both you and Spencer looked at them in shock, “You bet on us?!”

“Not necessarily,” Emily murmured in dismay.

“We all made bets on who we thought the secret admirer was. Morgan and Garcia bet it was you.”

“And I did as well,” Hotch added with a smirk on his face as he reached out to collect his winnings.

You scoffed, “That’s not fair, Hotch! You already knew!”

The group looked at their boss in surprise and disappointment. He shrugged, “I caught her placing a flower on his desk last week when everyone left.”

“I’ll be taking that!” Spencer plucked the money out of Hotch’s hands. 

“And what’re you gonna use that money on?” Derek asked.

Spencer looked at you and smiled, “A date.”

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid