#i tried looking for clips where you could clearly hear his laugh

[huggyhughesy]

Jack's Version

“Jack Hughes, why am I getting messages from Trevor saying that you can’t name a single Taylor Swift song?!”

Jack hadn’t been back in the hotel room five seconds, but I couldn’t believe what I had been hearing from my best friend. Trevor had messaged while Jack was out doing press for All-Star Weekend and asked when I was going to break up with him. Obviously I was quite confused, which led to Trevor sending me the clip of Jack’s earlier media conference for context. You know, the one where he said it wasn’t possible for him to name his favorite Taylor Swift song, let alone a single one of her songs.  

“Jeez,” Jack began speaking from the other room, his voice getting louder as he approached our room where I was working from my laptop. “No ‘Hey baby’? No ‘Welcome home my all-star’? That hurts, y/n.”

I turned to look at him as he entered our shared hotel bedroom, a smirk plastered on his face, clearly not realizing the mistake he’d made.

“Jack, you lied your ass off during that interview. You know so many Taylor Swift songs.”

“No, I don’t,” he argued. “Couldn’t name one, like I said.”

My eyes narrowed as I tried to get my boyfriend to confess. I know for a fact that he’d sung 'Wildest Dreams' with me during last summer on the boat in Michigan. I specifically remembered Jack exclaiming, “Hey, we’re staring at the sunset, babe!” Jack could be unobservant sometimes, but there’s no way he doesn’t remember one single song.

I pulled my phone out, unlocking the screen to find the video I was searching for after messaging with Trevor, pulled up and waiting for me to use against Jack. I held it out to my boyfriend, who was now standing above me.

“Want me to jog your memory?”

He took the phone from my hands and pressed play on the video. Instantly the room was filled with the sounds of Trevor and Jack singing 'I Knew You Were Trouble.' The sound of Quinn laughing loudly in the background made Jack chuckle at his brother. The video ended and he handed it back to me. He was caught, now the only thing left was for him to confess.

“Okay, maybe I do know a couple of songs,” he admitted.  

“A couple? Babe, between Z and I you’ve probably heard the whole discography.”

After Jack’s admittance of wrong-doing I stood up from the desk chair and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He placed the Bio Steel cup – which was half-full of yellow Gatorade – on the dresser and placed his arms around my waist, holding me tightly.

“You’re a liar,” I mumbled into his neck.

He laughed, “Am I mean?”

“Yes,” I smiled at his reference. “All you are is mean. Why’d you lie?”

“First of all, I couldn’t think of the names in the moment. Obviously I’ve heard a song, but I wasn’t prepared to get asked that question. She just sprung it on me and my brain malfunctioned or something. And two, I didn’t know you were going to pull out evidence against me the second I walked in the door.”

Jack looked apologetic enough about his stunt at the interview, so I figured I’d let him off the hook. Leaning up towards him, I kissed him; a quick kiss that we’d exchange as a quick hello or goodbye. He pouted when I pulled away. I rolled my eyes at my boyfriend’s reaction but smiled anyway.

“Welcome home, all-star. You might want to check your phone, cause I’m pretty sure Trev’s been sending you hate messages.”

#jack hughes imagine

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Sarcasm

pt3

It smelled like cigarettes as I closed the car door. Gavin had an older model of one of those cyberlife self driving cars. The seats' pleather were cracked in some areas, the navigation screen was dusty, and cigarette burns in some places. Not to say the car was gross, but it was clearly very used.

Without saying much gavin started the car. He turned the key, and it hummed to life, pulling out of the police stations parking lot.

I felt tense. It felt wrong being in gavins car, like when you clip out of bounds in a video game. It was strange sitting so close to him, it was strange doing any of this.

Why did he even invite me?

He could have asked any question to test how predictable I was, yet he decided to waste both of our time and take me to a bar. To waste my sanity and make me keep nice with him out of work. Fuck. I should have just told him no. I don't want to do this shit.

It was strange how silent the ride was so far. I wasn't sure if I preferred the awkward silence or his god-awful conversations. I swallowed hard realizing the corner I've backed myself into.

"So, not talkative, huh?" Gavin asked. I looked at him, chewing on my cheek. I didn't know how to respond. "Come on. What? Am I too stunning to speak?" He briefly gave me fluttering eyes and a wide shit eating grin before turning back to the rode but he was still smiling. I tried not to scoff. "Oh! So handsome, my legs turn to jelly!" I snapped back.

He looked me up and down for a moment, brows frowed, chewing on his cheek. Like he couldn't figure put how to respond. "What? To stunning to speak?" I asked before turning my attention back to the road.

We pulled up in front of the bar. It was sleek but still edgy and dingy looking like obsidian brass knuckles. I stepped out of gavins car, reading the large silvera typeface font "Smoky Cheers" hanging over the wooden doors. Despite the slightly roughed up appearing, it looked really nice. I shot gavin a suspicious look. "What?" He asked, stuffing his hand into his old warn jacket.

He pushed open the wooden doors, the smell of cigarettes and vapes immediately overwhelming my senses. Loud prog rock blasting out of speakers and random party lights swinging every way they could by the karaoke stage. It was immediately overwhelming and disorienting.

He guided me to a stool by the bar which I took, he sat next to me. He was close. Closer than comfort. "So," Gavin started, "tell me a bit about yourself." I held back a scoff. "Come on, you've been so quiet. I admit I enjoy not hearing your bitchy attitude for once but you're starting to freak me out."

"I'll tell you something about me if you tell me something about you." I replied. He sighed. "Fine." He took a moment to think. "I like comedy horror and action movies... I have a cat... I've had this jacket sense high school and... I... my favorite color is brown."

I could feel a little wheel spinning in my head. Where to start.

"Okay..." I replied. "So... let's break this down." He just raised his brows for a moment, shaking his head. I couldn't tell if he was angry or amused. "You like comedy horror?" I asked. Gavin nodded. "Well... that's one of my favorite genres too." I added. I was surprised we had some middle ground. "Really?" Gavin replied. "Yeah. It can be really fun. Killer Klowns, beetlejuice, Willy's wonderland, deathgasm, the babysitter as unpopular as that last one is they're some of my favorites. They don't have to be good they're just... fun. It's nice." I said. I felt a sense of embarrassment wash over me. Aside from beetlejuice and killer klowns, nobody likes those other movies. God that Jack ass is gonna laugh.

"Well, you've got some weird ones, but yeah. I agree. Nonsensical but fun is about right." He stated. I nodded, chewing on my cheek. "You have a cat?" I asked. At that he nodded, if it wasn't so dark I would have thought he was a little embarrassed. "Yeah he... his name is..." he stopped, rubbing his cheek and pulling the skin down, making his eye bag. "Mr peanut..." he whispered.

I tried to hold back a laugh, but it didn't work. I could feel myself shaking and my voice vibrating against my fingers, trying to keep my mouth shut. "Oh shut up!" Gavin snapped, rolling his head back over his hunched shoulders, arms crossed. "I'm sorry, it's just," I was slowly pushing back the laughter. "That's adorable! I love that! Mr peanut? Oh my god!" Gavin sighed, but he looked a little relieved. Just a little. "Hang on, can I see a picture?" I asked, eagerly.

He hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone. After a minute of muttering to himself he showed me a picture. It was a black cat with orange splotches all over. Almost as if it got globs of paint splashed on it. The picture was of the cat perched on his shoulder, though gavins face was mostly out of frame it looked like he was cringing from pain. I couldn't help but aw and squeel at the picture. "Did his claws get you?" I asked. "Yeah the dumb bastard jumped on me fresh out of a nap and dug his claws right into me." As he said it he gestured claw marks down his sholder and back. "Yoch" I replied. "Is your cat always that dumb?"

"Oh yeah." He said, after swping through a few more pictures, none of which I could see. Then he put the phone back in his pocket. "Why did you name him Mr peanut?" I asked. "I... I found him as a kitten in a dumpster. He was sleeping on top of a mostly empty bag of peanuts. He smelled like 'em too. So I took him home and called him Mr peanut."

I smiled. "I love that that's so cute." Then that weird feeling came again. This feels wrong. Behing friendly with Gavin? Him being friendly with me? It didn't feel right...

"So..." I said,"You've had that jacket sense high school?" I needed something to make fun of him for. It was weird being so kind to him.

"Yeah. I... it's a long story that I don't want to talk about, but it's kind of helped me through a lot. A lot of... fear and pain. That's stupid, though. I'm not a weak ass baby any more it's just..." he didn't finish the sentence.

I wanted to say something but decided against it. Shit. What the hell do I do now. "Damn." Was all I could say. I felt so stupid.

There was a moment of silence that felt suffocating. I just wanted to get out. "... so. No offense but why did you even bring me here?" I finally asked.

He just looked at me for a moment. His face was hard to read but... it was some form of upset. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why any of this? Taking me to some bar, hangout? Somethings wrong here." I stated firmly. I began to feel dizzy with confusion. None of this was normal.

He didn't respond, he just looked at me with his bitter look.

"I know Jeffrey said play nice but that dosnt mean we had to be friends..." I stated quietly, folding my arms.

Gavin sucked in a deep breath and clenched his jaw. "I'm not a fucking idiot, y/n." He replied. "Then why? Cause I know damn well if you had the opportunity you'd get me fired on the spot. Next thing I know I'm here with you. Dosnt make sense." I demanded. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return but I wanted to keep talking. I was mad now.

"God, can you just keep your mouth shut for one damn second?" Gavin snapped, looking back at me. I raised my eyebrows, dropping my jaw slightly "can you make sense for one goddamn day?"

He huffed, shaking his head slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took deep breaths. For fucking once taking a moment to not explode. It was weird to see. Gavin actually tries to control himself. The longer I stared, the more he looked... tolerable. Kind of... nice?

He let out a final puff of anger before saying, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

I blinked a few times. "Reed, what the fuck are you talking about?" Did he really think he could just change the subject? No. "See? You don't make any sense. You're a complete..." I sucked in a deep breath. "I'm going home. I don't know what I expected."

As I walked away I heard Gavin shifting behind me. "Fine, walk away like you always do." He stated.

I stopped. And slowly turned back around to look at him. He was sipping on a freshly opened beer. "Say that again." I demanded. He continued to stare in front of him as he spoke. "Walk away like you always do. It's the only thing you know how to do." At that moment I saw red.

I quickly slammed money on the bar counter and grabbed Gavin by his jacket collar. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" He shouted. I didn't reply. I had no clue why I was doing it. At that moment, I just had to do something. I quickly dragged him across the bar, I could feel him resisting, dragging the rubber part of his shoes against the floor, but I barely noticed. Eventually, I got to the door, and I kicked it open behind me, dragging him outside with me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He shouted. "All I wanted was to fuck with you and enjoy a drink. You had to turn this bull shit into another fight! Do you know how obnoxious you are, dipshit?"

I didn't reply. I couldn't even muster words. Why was i so angry.

"Say something!" He demanded. He got close. Very close. I stayed still. Why did I even do this? I could have just walked away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you ass whipe. Say something!" He pushed the side of my head with his fingers shaped like a gun.

"I don't know." I finally stated. I could feel someone crushing. I wasn't sure what but it was angering and defeating. "You don't know? You don't know what?" He barked. I had to resist shoving him with how close he got. I had to remind myself he just wanted a reaction.

"I just... I don't know." Was all I could say. I didn't know. I didn't know why any of this. The crushing feeling began to cave in. All I do is just run away. Even right now. Right now I just wanted to walk away and get this over with. How do I always prove him right.

He just stared at me, jaw clenched, fists tightly at his sides. He looked like he wanted to speak but just couldn't.

There was a long moment of silence. It was suffocating. The prying eyes of the patrons from the bar windows did help make things more comfortable. Gavin scoffed, then said, "Just leave." I glanced back up at him. His eyes were full of fire. I just shook my head. I'm not leaving first. Not this time. I mumbled, "I can't do that..." At that, he quirked his head. "Oh? Why not?" I could feel my breath growing heavy, "I just... I can't."

He chewed on his cheek. "You're a real peice of fucking work you know that." I closed my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath. The same feeling of anger and sadness continued to spread through my body. I wanted to keep yelling at him, but I just wanted to go home more. This was a waste of time.

"Are you done?" I asked. His nostrils Flaired, but he didn't continue. "I... I'm sorry..." Confusion creeped up my neck. What was I doing? "For dragging out of there and making a scene. I... I was just..." I paused, anger rising a little "you were pissing me off."

He stared at me.

"Look. I just want to leave. This was a waste of my time." I pulled out my phone, ordering a cyberlife taxi. He shook his head.

Gavin sighs, folding his arms "god your such a drama queen!"

"Me? Oh, I'm the drama queen?" I snapped. "You are the one that always starts shit! You're the one who can't mind his goddamn buisness, walks up to them, and harasses them! You're the one who makes a God damn riot out of every little thing! I'm the drama queen?"

"You just proved my point."

I clenched my jaw, staring into his eyes. They burned back at me as if he's waiting for me to pounce. "Are you gonna slap me again?" He hissed. "Are you asking for it?"

He stayed silent, just slowly creeping closer to my face, eyes still burning into mine. I suck in a deep breath, he grabs my coat. I get ready to punch him again, prepared for him to lift me up buy the collar, but instead... he just starts... smoothing it out?

I feel all the anger in my face shift, confusion taking hold of me. His expression softens ever so slightly and says "your funny when you're angry." My lip raises in annoyance, I feel my face get hot. He just smiles. "There it is."

I push him away, "shut the fuck up, Reed." He just laughs, backing away from me, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Who do you think you are?" I demanded. God, I hope this taxi gets here quick. "I don't have to think im anybody to say what I think." He chuckled, pacing in a circle. I just watched him, slowly pacing a circle around me like a shark. His eyes were watching his feet.

"Well, you also don't have to think you're anybody to keep your mouth shut." I retorted, I was tapping my foot against the pavement, watching the street, preying that damn taxi would show up. "What? Did being called cute strike a nerve?" He teased, I could hear his footsteps continue to circle around me, but i tried to ignore it. "When it's from you, everything does..." I mumbled.

His head tilted to the side slightly. "Oh? So who would you like to hear it from? You've got a special someone?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, swallowing hard. Goddamn it, cyberlife, why is my taxi taking so long?

"Judging by the silence, I'm gonna guess that's a no." He chuckled under his breath. I felt my face get hot again, I wanted to punch him in the throat. "Of corse I do." I replied through clinched teeth. I was lying. God, was I lying. I couldn't remember the last time I dated someone. I think the last time I did I in elementary school. And I don't think that counts.

"Really? Do you know?" I nodded stiffly,"yep." I stated flatly. "Who is it?" He asked. I snapped my attention back towards him, "Why? Jealous?" His pace slowed, answering. "Dear God, no." Theres a moment of silence, and he eventually comes to a stop. "So who is it?"

I feel my head spin. What was I supposed to answer? I don't come up with fake names! I need to answer quick before he gets suspicious. "Connor." I wanted to punch myself in the skull. Connor? Why the hell did I say connor?

He froze, staring at me for to long before saying "...connor?" I clenched my jaw, nodding awkwardly. "You- you're really dating the plastic shit?" I nodded again. "That's not even a real person! You may as well be dating a Ken doll!" I didn't respond. "Y/n, you cant be serious!" He began to laugh. "Holy shit! You really are a lonely bastard! You're dating plastic!" I scoffed.

I felt so mad. I might not be actually dating him, but he's still my friend! I hate when he talks about androids like this. "Shut the fuck up." I snapped. "Why? It's not like his feelings are gonna get hurt!" He objected, taking a step twords me "he can't feel anything!"

"I just think your jealous."

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of him?"

"Because it's probably not the first time you've gotten upstaged by plastic."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"With how much you act like you own every room you walk into it wouldn't surprise me if you were compensating for something."

His nostrils flaired. "Say that again, I dare you!"

I paused, clenching my fist. "Compensating."

He tilted his head slightly, baring his teeth a little. "Bull shit."

I hear a car pull over just a few steps away. "Prove it." I spit.

At that he pauses, his arched brows raising a litte. "What the fuck did you just say?" I blush, taking a step back. When I argue with him I don't think, I just say the first thing that comes to mind. I did not mean to tell him to... dear God. I feel my face heat up. How do I even recover from this? "Just forget it." I quickly turn away, almost running towards the car in pure embarrassment. "God..." I whispered to myself. "I'm not going to forget that what the fu-"

I slammed the car door shut, and the car started to drive. Once it pulled out of the parking lot, I covered my face with my hands and screamed. I wanted to punch something. What did I just do? I told him to whip his dick out, and now I have to break the news to connor that we were dating? Jesus christ.

Pt2 pt4

Thank you @caffeinedarling for motivating me to finish this today and @princessthatcantfuckingsleep because i haven't forgotten about you

#sarcasm #sarcasm pt 3 #dbh #dbh fanfic #gavin reed x reader #gavin reed fanfic #gavin reed enimes to lovers

[darthmaulification]

for the request, something involving darth maul and alien senses? maybe he likes to look at reader in a nearly dark room where they can't see how fond his expression is but he can still see them clearly, or how his hearing and smelling is far more acute than a humans.

A/N: ... so... back to the regularly scheduled program... totally doesn’t feel like a very strange 180...

my last posts/reblogs have been very political, so if you didn’t follow me for that sort of thing, i get it, but also this is my blog, and i’m politically active irl, and politics are dumb but important, especially with what’s been going on in america.

it’s rough on my mental health and general wellbeing, so i tried to distract myself by finishing up this request from... months ago. oops. 😬

hope you enjoy! kiitos! 💗

content: fluff/general, gn!reader, alien biology (sight and smell/taste), established relationship, stranded in space, slightly suggestive, sharing a bed

word count: 1,849

sight

In an instant, the ship is plunged into darkness.

It’s disorienting, almost dizzying, the way that in one moment you could see, and the next you couldn’t. The lights that went out were the ship’s last, the old space freighter that Maul and you... co-opted having taken some damage in the skirmish with the Weequay pirates that once controlled it. Launching into hyperspace in this rust bucket had been a poor decision, you surmised, and you thought of Maul who absolutely knew you were right when you previously advised him not to.

Now, the ship, with Maul and you trapped within it’s metal walls, floats somewhere in deep space, so deep there’s no visible stars, far away from any planet...

And in complete, utter darkness. The pitch black feels consuming, oppressive, and you blink rapidly but nothing changes— only the warmth on your eyeballs shifts. There’s a shuffle of fabric and metal clanking from somewhere around you, and you swivel your head in the direction you think the noise came from.

“Maul?” You call out, taking a single, tentative step because before the ship had lost full power, you had been unlucky enough to be up from the copilots chair and halfway across the cockpit. He doesn’t reply, there’s no other noise, and you strain to listen— practically hearing the blood pump in your veins, your own breathing, your heartbeat. Everything is amplified with your sense of sight stripped, everything is practically tangible.

“Maul?” You say his name again, growing increasingly uncomfortable with his silence, eyes darting uselessly and seeing nothing. It also feels as though your voice sounds louder in the inky blackness, reverberates more effectively off hidden metal walls. Maker, it’s impressive— This isn’t your average, everyday darkness— this is advanced darkness. You frown, shuffling and almost stumbling over your own feet.

“Maul, I’m serious. You better not be mes—” Two large, warm hands grab each of your forearms and pulls a small shriek from your lips. Heart racing, Maul responds with a low chuckle— from directly in front of you— and his presence, the heat of him, becomes so prominent it’s almost overwhelming. Your thoughts go wild: How long has he been there? How was he so quiet? How did he know exactly where you—

“Easy, my dear.” He purrs, teasingly, and one of his hands releases your arm, and you tense lightly when it reappears at your hip. You’re quick to relax, especially when Maul’s thumb rubs circles over your pants, occasionally hooks in your belt loop. Lips curling up in a quirked smile, your brows furrow when Maul chuckles under his breath.

“Maker, you are cruel!” You laugh, reaching up and smacking his chest, though your aim is off and you think you clip the edge his shoulder instead. It’s at that moment— your hands clumsily grasping at his chest, his tunic, fingers splaying and toying— that you look up, and in the infinite shadows you’re able to see one thing— or technically two:

Maul’s eyes.

Yes, his eyes— twin yellow orbs sitting directly where his eyeline would be when he stands, twin flames in the dark. They glow, the fiery yellows and oranges stand out against the inky backdrop, superimposed via the right of soft, amber light that emits from them. Of course— Dathomir, Zabraks, night vision.

“Hello.” Maul drawls, and he blinks, the phantasmal flames of his irises disappearing for a split second, then reappearing— his pupils ablaze. Mirth dances in them, his expression so clearly that mix of smug and prideful he gets when he’s acting mischievous.

“Hi.” You reply softly, smiling when Maul cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb grazing along your bottom lip. He lightly lifts your chin, tilting your head side to side curiously, toying with you like a Loth cat would it’s prey. His blistering gaze goes dewy, his eyelids falling halfway and skewing the glow. Maul’s warm thumb passes your lips again, and this time you kiss it. You can see the smile in his stare.

“Mm... how screwed do you think we are?” You inquire, half serious, half-joking, mostly because you’re too lost in the tenderness to really care. Maul shrugs under your palms, and his eyes close (again) then open (again) and it’s so visceral how you’re able to watch them flicker— Like candle lights or will-o’-the-wisps.

“Decently. Savage might know where we are.” Maul deadpans, and you know you’ll both have plenty of time to somewhat panic later (especially when the cold of space starts to seep at the ship), but for now you’re able to find solace in each other. Maul leans in and kisses your smiling cheek, then pulls back and turns towards the transparisteel canopy of the cockpit. Just beyond the glass, the inky black of starless infinity sits in wait.

“Well, then...” You start, taking a couple cautious steps towards Maul and his blistering eyes, “That just means we have some... us time.”

Although you can’t see it, Maul’s face splits into a wolfish grin, and as you reach his arms, it grows and reaches his eyes which flash like a supernova. Maul seizes you by your waist in the darkness, and a squeal escapes you when he lifts you up into his arms. Then, a heated kiss is pressed to your collar bone, teeth pulling and gnashing at the fabric of your shirt as Maul’s frenzied lips pull away.

“Oh, indeed.” And his mouth then falls on yours, all tongue and passion with hardly any care for the world. Your face warms, and you succumb to the heat of Maul, all his shadows, and his twin flames.

~

scent (+ taste)

The balcony curtains sway gently in the breeze, the soft rose light of early morning on Mandalore spilling into the suite. Sunbeams touch your closed eyes, and with a groan, you turn and dig your face into the plush pillow beneath your head. Silken sheets and a soft mattress beckon you back to the clutches of sleep, but besides you, your lover stirs as well.

Maul groans, then sighs low out his nose with a deep exhale, and then goes quiet. You smile into your pillow, not bothering to open your eyes to see that Maul’s awake, his stare on you. It’s so strong, even after just waking, that you can feel it prickle your skin. Goosebumps raise, hairs stand on end, and the bed dips as Maul purrs, “Good morning, my dear.”

Two warm hands press on your back, kneading your muscles and gliding up and down your spine. You make a noncommittal noise, opting to play the long game that both you and Maul enjoy. When you don’t offer any further response, Maul growls lightly and in your head you can practically see the pout of a sneer on his face.

“Good morning, my dear.” Maul repeats with a bit more force, though there’s no bite to his words. Testing your luck, you make a soft grunt again and Maul’s hands freeze on your sides, then squeeze your plush. It’s the long game, the fun one that all too often you and Maul play— pushing boundaries and pressing buttons. Anything to ruffle each other’s feathers, all in good fun of course.

Maul catches on soon enough, because then the wetness of a tongue slides it’s way up the center of your back to your earlobe, leaving a slick trail in it’s wake.

“Maul!” You cry out his name with a muffled laugh into the pillow, arching your back at the sensation, and jokingly squeal, “Gross!”

“Wake up then, my dear, my love— my light of lights.” Maul growls playfully, his nose pressed on your hairline, nuzzling and nipping at your ear. One of his horns grazes the side of your head, catching in your hair, and then the weirdest sensation of air pulling upwards causes you to tense. Maul then sighs, his breath warm on your skin, and then another suck of air, then an exhale, and it’s then you realize Maul is sniffing you.

“What are you doing?” You ask for clarification, shivering when Maul drags his nose deeper into your hair, nuzzles, and inhales deeply. The goosebumps on your skin spread, the feeling ticklish and odd, but not entirely unwelcome. Especially because Maul seems to be enjoying what he’s doing, hence his satisfied purrs and the slight grin you can practically see on his face.

“You smell nice.” Maul replies simply, dragging his nose the length of the column of your neck. He settles at the junction of your jaw, nuzzling in deeper, the small horn at his temple brushing against your earlobe. It pokes your skin, and you smile, but then you think about what he’s said, and your brow furrows.

“I probably smell like sleep and ‘in need of a shower’.” You speak through giggles, tilting your head best you can into the pillow to allow Maul better access to your neck. He hums in reply, nipping and sniffing at the skin under your jaw, his nose pressed along your pulsing jugular. By now, he’s near completely atop you, his hands plastered at your sides, holding himself above you. It takes some effort, but you manage to roll over on to your back, shuffling within the silk sheets.

“Mm... I disagree. You smell like you— Which is to say, like desire, heaven, and ambrosia.” Maul murmurs, lowering himself so that his muscular body is almost flush with yours, acting like a living weighted blanket. One of his arms slithers under your waist, tugging you up slightly as his hand plants firm on your side.

“Really now?” You sigh, eyes fluttering shut when Maul’s warm lips plant lazy, wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your collar bones where he sucks a mark on the center of your chest. Maul can’t seem to get enough of you, his mouth and nose wild in their mission to mark and claim and scent every inch of skin he can reach. Minutes pass of just Maul sniffing you down, rubbing his scent on you, licking, biting, kissing. By the time he answers, your head is fuzzy with arousal, and you can barely open your eyes to stare all dewy-eyed up at him.

That wicked, wolfish grin on that crimson face of his greets you, as do Maul’s molten eyes. You watch his tongue lackadaisically glide over his lips, wetting them. Maul looks ravaged, wild-eyed and dizzying, practically drunk off your scent. Behind him, the light of the morning casts a glow around his head and makes his crown of horns look like a halo.

“You render me insatiable.” Maul growls, and then his head dips back to your body, nose to the skin above your heart where he smells you, and your heartbeat, and the blood that pulses in your veins and runs hot in your flesh. A gasp escapes you, arms drawing him in to the aura of you— all good, all pure, and outside the sun is beaming, and the breeze carries the essence of you and Maul to the heavens.

#star wars #star wars darth maul #darth maul #darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #star wars maul #maul #maul x reader

[wegonbealright-09]

https://www.tumblr.com/wegonbealright-09/730338875623489536/this-clip-is-my-roman-empire-idk-what-that

it just goes to show that taehyung is, in fact, a disrespectful, jealous man. i can't wrap my head that jimin is just two months older than him, when taehyung behaves like a child. whenever i see clips of him trying to belittle, insult or humiliate jimin just because he shines so much and loves so much the stage, all i can think of are those children who go to their friends' birthday parties and then start to throw tantrums because they aren't the ones receiving the attention or the gifts. aside from the fact he started to compliment jimin in the most backhanded way possible ("you didn't use to have confidence, now that you have abs and whatever you do"), he purposefully compliments him just to throw jimin under the bus not even a minute later just to complain about the very thing he was complimenting jimin at the start. in other words, he basically said that jimin was now overconfident and that was bothersome— and look how there wasn't a single member who disagreed with it, even at some level.

however, despite taehyung blatantly insulting jimin, the most infuriating part is when jimin actually tries to stand up for himself as he started to say "but wasn't it in the past?" and fuckass yoongi interrupts him to "let taehyung finish", just to moments later interrupt taehyung himself and start to make everyone gang up on jimin. i watched the video a couple of times to see if there was any member who didn't laugh, mock him or come at his throat, but there wasn't— at some point, everyone is making fun of him. obviously, i have no way to tell if some members just found the situation amusing (like hoseok and jungkook, who were laughing from the start) or members who clearly had a problem with jimin's confidence and, through taehyung's letter, found the perfect way to expose this (notice how, right after yoongi, jin starts to mock jimin for coming in between his selfies).

it was crystal clear how uncomfortable, if not straight up hurt, jimin was from the start, but he just sulked even more when everyone jumped on the bandwagoon dedicated to insult and mock him. and, regardless, he still left the situation as the bigger person, and the way he handled everything that taehyung and the others said, with such class, maturity and elegance, just made the members look like clowns in my view lol.

i saw many trying to excuse this moment and say that they were young and immature, and while this could be true, this doesn't exclude the fact they always gangued up on jimin years later (think that live after they spoke at the un where they mocked jimin for messing up his speech). and some of them were almost 30. this isn't how friendship works, and if people think this is normal friend's behavior, they are the ones who should have their concepts reviewed. normal friends don't try to insult or humiliate you in private, let alone in public to expose you to even more criticism. they don't give you backhanded compliments and always seem jealous of you and your success. they don't ignore your existence in public and only go to you when they need something. they don't forget to support you. this isn't being a friend, this is being toxic.

whew, that was a rant.

if I hear anyone excusing the members by saying " it's just boys being boys" Imma buy me a glock and someone is gonna have eternal sleep

#jimin #park jimin #bts

[razorblade180]

Nine Days of Lancaster

[Day 6: Fake Dating AU]

Ruby: playing games

Ting!

Ruby: looks at scroll

Jaune: “Code Red”

Ruby immediately drops her controller. The girl bursts into petals around her home to make it spotless. Well, as spotless as it could be when your creating rose petals. Ruby goes as fast as she can when suddenly, she hear the doorbell. Ruby dashes quickly in her room and back out wearing a rose pink dress with dark red strawberries on it; a nice black clip held back her bang.

The huntress took a quick breath before opening the door to see Jaune with a woman with long blonde hair, an orange long sleeve and faded jeans. Her blue eyes were as welcoming as her smile, unlike Jaune’s nervous one.

Jaune:Hey Rubes, meet my mom.

Violet: Violet Arc, a pleasure to finally meet my little angel’s girlfriend!

Ruby:…Yep, that’s me-oop

The mother pulls Ruby into a hug. She laughs and hugs back. She wasn’t sure what should’ve expected, but his mom seemed nice enough. Ruby greeted them both in.

Violet:Ooo, smells nice in here. Sorry, but where’s your restroom? The trip was really long.

Ruby:Second door on the left.

Violet:Thank you. *walks off*

……door closes

Ruby:*whispers* What the fuck.

Jaune:I didn’t know she was coming. She surprised me and wanted to meet my girlfriend.

Ruby:I know code red for us is being a plus one and things of that nature, but I would’ve liked more of a five minute warning.

Jaune:I told you I lied to her about a girlfriend.

Ruby: *red* I know what I agreed to, it’s just…she seems so nice and understanding.

Jaune:Yeah my mom is great.

Ruby:Then why lie?

Jaune:She worries about me and if I tell her I’m single she’ll try to set me up with anyone.

Ruby:That doesn’t sound too bad.

Jaune:They’re always into live action drama and haven’t held a game controller before.

Ruby:Oh I’m so sorry.

The bathroom door opened and the two quickly tried to act natural, which in hindsight would be more suspicious than being weird.

Violet:You two flirting behind my back?

Jaune:Mom!

Violet:Haha I’m teasing sweetie. Not that I would mind.

Ruby:Umm you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. If I had known you were coming over I would’ve made cookies.

Violet:Oh it’s alright. I’m the one who is basically bargaining in. Though I bet your baking skills are pretty good if you’re dating my boy. He probably begs for sugar cookies.

Ruby:But…he told me he didn’t like sugar cookies. Jaune likes oatmeal.

Violet:What? No, I make sugar all the time and he lo-

Jaune:….

Violet:You don’t like my sugar cookies!?

Jaune:I didn’t say that. It’s just…sugar is boring.

Violet:What!? And oatmeal isn’t!?

Ruby:I know right? I still throw in chocolate chips so I don’t feel ashamed.

Jaune:Hey!

Ruby:Bleh 👅

Violet:Hehe. I see you’re into video games? I was never that good but fortunately he had many siblings who wanted to be player two. He might have my looks, but clearly we live in two different worlds.

Ruby:I just met you but I can tell he definitely got your heart too.

Violet:Aww, I like her!

Jaune:Thanks, me too.

The three of them eventually sat down and got to small talking. Maybe it was all awkward talks with Weiss in the past but Ruby was feeling pretty comfortable. Until…

Violet:So Ruby, ever think you want kids?

Ruby:*deep blush* Excuse me?

Jaune:*red* Mom! We’re still in school!

Violet:So? Life happens and if you’re anything like your father…

Jaune:Please don’t finish that.

Violet:All I’m saying is you two are young and rambunctious.

Ruby:Your son and I…we are taking things slowly. I think my father and sister would be pretty livid if I got a bun in the oven.

Violet:Oh I know a thing or two about father’s protecting their daughters. Saphron’s also pretty much a second mom to everyone. Jaune especially. I bet your mother though is hoping for some grandkids though?

Jaune:Uhh mom, Ruby’s mother passed away when she was young.

Violet:Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t-

Ruby:It’s fine. Happens all the time. Never really got to know her much but I’m told I’m a lot like her.

Violet:Then I know she was wonderful.

Ruby:Thanks. Heh, that means a lot.

Violet:So Jaune told me that you two met on the first day and quickly became friends.

Ruby:Yep. He was a lifesaver. I’m not best at meeting new people.

Jaune:I know. I was so surprised to see someone doing worse than me.

Ruby:Okay Vomit Boy.

Violet:You threw up!?

Jaune:Maybe! That’s not important!

Violet:Honestly, the things you do. It’s better than when you were 10 and threw up on the Ferris Wheel.

Ruby:*snickering* Those barely move.

Jaune:No. This one was fast, like really fast.

Violet:I really am glad he found someone. My son is a good man but a little strange and not the best at socializing. Tell me, what made you pick him?

Jaune:Geez, that’s a heavy question to throw out. Also a little loaded.

Violet:You know I love you sweetie but c’mon. You know you can be a little much at times. Especially when you were younger; always getting yourself into a situation and asking your sister’s for help. *pinches cheek* My little softie.

Jaune:….

Ruby:…You’re not giving him enough credit.

Violet:Huh?

Ruby:I mean sure, Jaune has stirred up a mess but so does everyone; at least he own it though. He’s always trying his best and because of his mistakes, Jaune is very understanding when others make one. I can get a one tracked mind or frustrated with myself. Every time I do, he’s always there to help ground me. Honestly I’d say I’ve learned a lot from him. Being a leader would be rough without him to bounce off of. Your son is sincere and intelligent. How could I not love him?

Violet and Jaune:*red*…..

Ruby:….!?!? Uh, sorry! I didn’t mean to ramble that much or sound rude! What meant was-

Jaune:You’re also always helping me improve; in more ways than I can count. I…love you too.

Three simple words. That’s all it took to make Ruby’s ears turn red. Unable to speak, she looked towards the floor and bring her hair up to her face. What was he thinking!? Sure she said it first accidentally, but he didn’t have to play along that well. Was he playing along!? His face was red too! A sniffle from Violet perked Ruby up.

Ruby:Mrs. Arc!?

Violet:I’m sorry, I’m just really happy right now. I can tell you two have a real connection. Between each other. Life doesn’t always guarantee such a thing. Especially in your line of work. I’m happy you found each other. Eugh, I’m a mess!

Ruby:Let me find you some tissue.

Violet:It’s fine. I have some in my purse. Though I think it’s high time I get out of your very pretty hair. There’s still so much I want to see and for him to show me. *stands up* Ruby Rose, I’m very happy I met you. Also please, call me Violet.

Ruby:It was nice meeting you too, Violet. Maybe we can share cookie recipes?

Violet:I’d like that very much.

Jaune: *stands up* Thanks for letting us stop by, seriously.

Ruby:Don’t mention it.

Violet:Hmmm *smiles* I’m gonna get the car ready. Sweetie, you can stay up here a little longer to give your Ruby a proper goodbye.

Jaune:Mom!

Violet:Oh don’t be like that. It’s written all over your face how much you wanna kiss her, but I get, I’m mom. So I’ll make myself scarce. Just don’t take too long. Bye~

With speed faster than Ruby’s, Violet left the two alone in awkward silence.

Jaune:Forgive her. She’s like that with everyone.

Ruby:She must’ve been fun at parent teacher conferences.

Jaune:It was the school plays that were rough. I…really can’t thank you enough.

Ruby:Seriously, anytime.

Jaune:Soooo I guess I’ll just wait a few minutes then-

Ruby:You should kiss me.

Jaune:Wh-What?

Ruby:It’s not okay to lie so much, especially to someone like your mom. If you actually kiss me… then you won’t have to lie about it.

Arguing with logic like that felt challenging, not to mention baffling. Then again, Jaune didn’t really want to counter it at all. Ruby stood before him with her flushed face and body that swayed side to side. He didn’t comment on it before, but she looked very beautiful in that dress. Slowly, he grabbed her shoulders. He felt her jolt a little before locking eyes with him.

Too nervous to move further, Ruby simply shut her eyes and tilted her head up a little, anxiously waiting for Jaune’s response. To her surprise, she didn’t wait long. A gentle, warm sensation pressed against her lips; making her body relax and even lean more into it before it ended. It couldn’t have been more than a three seconds yet by the time Ruby opened her eyes, Jaune was beat red and about to walk out.

Jaune:Text you later?

Ruby:S…Sure. Later.

Jaune closes the door and silence returned. Ruby walked over to the door to lock it before turning around. Her back pressed against it as her legs gave out, causing her to slide down against the door until she sat on the floor. Her fingers touched her lips while her heart began to pound; ears still burning from Jaune’s words.

Ruby:Oh no~

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #rwby lancaster #9daysoflan22

[your-absent-father]

Just for fun because False gods was in the lead, here os a snippet from the False Gods. Beatrix's introduction. I think I want to publish all four but let's just start with this.

Tw: alcoholism, drug use, violence, inappropriate joke made by a drunk and high person

Nikki & Louis and Stevie version

Beatrix Jones life from birth to high school

Aurora Four’s lead singer, also known as a codename “Roseblood,” was born Beatrix Rhiannon Jones on August 6th, 1998, to Micky and Clara Jones in Los Angeles. Micky and Clara are most known as the leading attorneys of many publicly famous trials like the assault of popstar Lily Marsh, arson case of indie singer Vince December and the domestic violence case of Kurt Duncan and Sally Fay. Micky Jones himself is the son of Freddie Jones, the drummer for the Hectics.

Beatrix’s childhood is calm and full of privilege. She went mostly to private schools in LA, bought by the immense success of the then newly established law firm. All the bliss of company's success was shadowed by Freddie Jones’s chaotic 2000s. As the Hectics were coming to an end, Freddie’s alcoholism and drug use was becoming a problem.

All of it cultivated in Beatrix’s 8th birthday party. Witnesses described the birthday as “peaceful, till the grandfather appeared.” Freddie Jones was described as fully intoxicated, and not able to stand still. He was loud and obnoxious, and clearly in need of help. Worst happened when Micky Jones was giving a speech for his then 8-year-old daughter, which was documented as a viral video.

The clip starts with Micky Jones talking in a calming tone. He is wearing a black suit with a red tie, which looks too formal for a kid’s birthday party if you didn’t know how much Jones’s net worth. There are no kids around him, and food looks almost fancy, which didn’t fit for a children’s party. “I can still remember when we brought Beatrix from the hospital. Clara was exhausted and I- “

In that moment Freddie rushed into the mic and grabbed the mic into his both hands. Even when he was still, he was still moving around, like he was dodging mosquitos. Everyone could hear his deep breathing while he dodged his son. “Hello everyone. There are so many good people in this children’s party. None of them are kids. I shouldn’t see this many people I have fucked in a children’s party. I should have been more supportive of my son so he would allow his daughter to have a normal party that isn’t meant to suck off his supposed clients.”

Freddie was punched in the face by his son after that. The camera cuts when everything becomes chaos. People that were attending the birthday have told after what happened after the camera cut. Freddie Jones tried to punch his son back but failed and fell to the ground. Group of men ran towards the drunk man to tackle him. Carla was crying. As for Beatrix, many people noted that they were weirded out by Beatrix’s behaviour. She was laughing uncontrollably looking at her grandfather.

After that day, Micky publicly denounced his father and filed for a restraining order for three years. Freddie himself went on to have two years of deep alcoholism and drug use, until he found his fifth wife Lola Sylvestre, and moved to France for three years.

When Beatrix was in elementary and middle school, she was described as a clam and cordial little girl that enjoyed playing the violin and the piano. Beatrix has herself described the years as the “years of suppression” where she was forced to play classical music because her father had banned any type of other music in Jones household. That music would be an inspiration to the sound of Aurora Four later, so in the end, it got its use.

When Beatrix Jones is fourteen, Freddie Jones tries to contact his son after years of no contact. That phone call is actually answered by Beatrix herself, which starts a secret contact between the two musicians of the Jones family. Even with Micky’s constant objections, Beatrix and Freddie have a tight bond that lasts till she is sixteen, after Freddie’s sudden passing. That, is us getting a head of ourselves though.

Taglist: @guessillcallitart @dyrewrites

#my favorite nepobaby #writeblr #writing #wip: fg #beatrixjones #wip #oc #my oc #snippet #writing snippet

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Maid double jumps and wakes up neighbourhood with the clap of his ass cheeks

It's canon that Sam used to do random jobs for the mafia (cleaning and being a bodyguard) so that's where the idea for this came from. It was supposed to be cursed smut but it ended up just being suggestive. Maybe I'll make a cursed raidenxreaderxsam so then you can all enjoy hearing about Sam's massive badonkadonk.

You were disgtued at the pig sty that was formally known as your room. It was then that you decided to do something about it. You searched through your local ads and found a maid for hire. "I need to learn how to clean my room at some point." you thought. You were in your mid thirties and really needed to grow up. Suddenly your doorbell began to ring, clearing you of your thoughts. "That was fast."

You opened the door only to be greeted by the sight of a man who was not only drop dead gorgeous, but also came dressed in a maid outfit. "I take it you are the one who's pipes are in need of service?" To say you were surprised was an understatement. You looked at the newspaper clipping and then back towards the man. "I called the right company right? I'm looking for cleaning services, not a stripper."

"I assure you that I'm quite qualified cutie. I used to clean for the mafia here and there you know." He then walked in like he owned the place while you were somewhat mortified. "Just to be clear, you're not one of those immigrants being exploited for cheap labour are you?" The man laughed. "No miss but I can do this session for free if you'd like." He then winked at you. "Yeah.... No, I'm not really comfortable with that. I'm still going to pay you."

"Alright, you're the boss." He then proceeded to your room and opened your door. "Ay, the smell!" You were embarrassed beyond belief. "Hey, can you just fix it already!" He sighed. "Looks like I'm gonna need to try plan B." Before you could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he doubled jumped out of your house (straight through the roof too. You didn't know how you were going to fix that) and then promptly returned with ten bottles of bleach. You asked him how he did this.

"I'm from Brazil." he said like it's a completely normal thing for him. He the lined up the bottles and used zandatsu to cut them all open at once. Soon bleach began to shed like blood all over your room. "That takes care of the smell. I supposed I better start cleaning yeah?" He then neatly pushed all your trash to one corner and took out a feather duster. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning. Now don't move, I missed a spot." He then began to clean your face with it. You tried to yell but it was muffled by the duster. "I think I like you better like this." he muttered. Before you could scream at him, the man plopped himself on your bed. "What do you think you're doing!" you shouted. He started to pout. "What about me cleaning your gutters and giving you a happy ending?" You smacked yourself in the face.

"OH MY GOD, I KNEW IT! YOU ARE A STRIPPER!" He clearly took offence to that. "Hey, I'm not a stripper! I'm a male prostitute. And a damn good one at that!" He then pressed him palms on the mattress and spread his legs. He began to clap his massive cheeks like there was no tomorrow and it was so loud that you were pretty sure it woke your neighbours up. "Like what you see?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" You dragged him by his pony tail and then took him outside. You put him in a cardboard box and slapped on a shipping label that said "return to sender" and left him by your mailbox.

#samuel rodrigues #jetstream sam #Jetstream sam x reader #samuel rodriguez x reader #mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #shitpost #mgr sam #crack fic #mgr

[healeroflightanddark]

Tales From Dragon Inc. Chapter 4: Pranks

Yuto sat in his office, chuckling softly as he watched his best friend Shun through the window on his office door. Three days ago, before Shun had clocked in for the morning, Yuto had hidden a small noisemaker in his best friend’s work area. The device made random, barely audible noises at random moments, and it was clearly driving Shun crazy.

Shun growled as he could swear he heard the faint sound of a child laughing somewhere in his workspace again. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Yuto was pranking him. The two of them had been locked in a prank war for the last five months, ever since Shun had replaced the black ink in Yuto’s favorite pen with glittery pink ink.

Shun tried to ignore the quiet random noises that popped up at irregular intervals, but it was so hard. The noises were driving him insane. Just when he was able to focus, the noises would start up, breaking his concentration. And this had been going on for three days!

The tall man bit back a swear as the sound of barely audible scratching reached his ears. “That’s it! Where is it?! I’m gonna find it if it’s the last thing I do!”

He started aggressively searching his work area, startling everyone around him. But it didn’t take too long for his coworkers to realize that Yuto had pranked Shun again. Their prank war was common knowledge in the office at this point.

“Are you ok, Kurosaki?” Yuya asked from behind Shun. The taller man growled. “I swear Yuto hid some kind of noisemaker in my work space, and it’s driving me crazy! It’s just barely loud enough for me to hear when I’m sitting in my chair, and it makes the most random sounds at the most random times, and I can’t concentrate on my work!”

“Oh,” Yuya said. He fished out a white handkerchief from his pocket and shook it gently at Shun, offering it to him. Shun looked at him and said, “No, I’m not surrendering! I’m going to win this prank war if it’s the last thing I do!”

Yuya had been offering the white flag to Yuto and Shun throughout the prank war, in case the war got to be too much for either of them. But neither of them had any intention of surrendering. It was a matter of pride for both of them at this point.

Yuto stepped out of his office, chuckling as he passed Shun’s workspace. By now Shun was removing everything from his desk drawers in an attempt to find the elusive noisemaker. The taller man scowled as Yuto passed. “Yuto you prick! Where is it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yuto said innocently, heading toward the break room for some coffee.

“Sure you don’t,” Shun muttered, going back to his search. He was going to find that damn thing, and get Yuto back when he did!

*   *   *

Yuto stood in front of the microwave a couple hours later, watching his bowl of ramen slowly spinning inside. The smell was so good! He couldn’t wait to eat it. He turned away from the microwave for a moment to grab his cup of coffee. The eggplant smiled as he took a sip…

Only to spit it out again as the taste of coffee mixed with garlic butter invaded his mouth. “What in the hell?!” Yuto stared at his coffee in disgust. “No, seriously, what in the hell?!”

It was then that the barely audible sound of a cat meowing caught his attention. He glanced down at the table where his coffee cup had been and noticed it. The little noisemaker that he had taped to the back of the monitor of Shun’s computer. Shun had found it. And pranked him back by sneaking garlic butter into Yuto’s coffee.

Yuto didn’t react for a moment. Then, he slowly grinned. “Good one, Shun! Okay, my turn!”

*   *   *

“Yuto, what the hell?!” Shun exclaimed the next morning, staring at his workspace. Which was completely wrapped in saran wrap. Everything was wrapped. His computer monitor, his keyboard, his mouse, even the items in his desk. And it was all wrapped separately. Even the paper clips were all wrapped in their own individual little cocoons of saran wrap. “How did you even manage this?! It must have taken all night!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yuto said innocently, smiling as he passed by.

“Oh, it’s on!” Shun said, a huge evil grin on his face as he began planning his next prank. But first he needed to unwrap his workspace.

#cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on deviantart #cross posted on fanfiction.net #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on wattpad #yugioh arc v #yuya sakaki #yugo #yuri #yuto #zarc #yuya x yugo x yuri x yuto x zarc #dimensionshipping plus zarc #office au

[milf-murdock]

Wrong Words

Simon "Ghost" Riley x 141!Reader

Summary:Terrified you’d been injured by a reckless decision of yours while out on a mission, Ghost is equal parts relieved and pissed to see you making light of the situation with your teammate. Ghost’s temper gets the best of him in the heat of the moment and he has to do some damage control to make it better. 

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, language

The car hadn’t even come to a full and complete stop before Ghost threw open the passenger door and sprinted across the field where you leaned up against your own vehicle, laughing with your field partner, having just gotten back to base a few minutes ahead of Ghost’s team. 

“Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?” The panic dripped from each word as he assessed your state, eyes scanning your body for any sign of injury. He hadn’t been with you on the mission, but heard enough over the radio to understand that some serious shit had gone down—shit involving you and some reckless decisions. 

“I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, keeping your tone light and playful. “I was just being stupid.” At that you shot your field partner a look that drew a chuckle from you both. “It worked out though. We got what we came for, and I’m just fine.” You give Ghost your most confident smile in an attempt to smooth out some of those worry lines peeking from the open area of his mask. 

“That’s it? It worked out though?” Ghost mocked your tone. “You had me scared half to fucking death, babe. Damn near thought my heart was going to bust out me fucking chest, and that’s all you can fuckin’ say?”  His accent grew thicker as his temper got away from him.

“I’m sorry,” you scramble for a reply, taken aback by his sudden outburst. “ I didn’t think—“

“No, clearly you didn’t,” Ghost cut you off. “You didn’t fucking think, you never fucking think. You just run into these situations head first. And the only reason you’re even standing here in front of me able to brush it off is because you’re damn fucking lucky. God I am so fucking sick of you doing shit like this, completely oblivious to your own safety.” Ghost planted both hands on the front of his tactical vest as he glared down at you. Between his harsh tone, hurtful words, and aggressive body language, it was setting off a familiar flame in you, too. 

“Hey, watch your fucking mouth, Ghost. I’m not your subordinate, I’m your equal and more than that, I’m your fucking girlfriend.” 

“Not if you keep this shit up,” Ghost spit back on instinct.

He regretted the words the second they left his lips. But it was too late to take them back. 

There was a beat of silence. You couldn’t breathe. 

“What did you just say?” Your words were barely above a whisper, the hurt shining in your eyes. 

“I didn’t-“ before Ghost could even finish the sentence, you turned on your heel and stormed away. 

Not here, you thought to yourself as you clipped across the base. You didn’t care which direction you were going, not even an end destination in mind; you just needed to get away. 

Ghost was hot on your heels, calling your name. 

“Just a minute, come on,” he muttered, following right behind you. “I didn’t mean it like that, just, listen to me.” 

You couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in your ears. Your steps hurried,  fueled by your hurt and your growing rage. 

Without realizing it, you ended up in front of Ghost’s private quarters, perfectly secluded from the rest of base, just as he requested. You two had barely made it through the door before Simon grabbed your shoulder, desperate to get you to turn and face him.

You jerked under his touch as if you’d been burnt. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat out. 

Ghost raised both hands in the air, stepping back and ensuring the door clicked behind him. A click of lock and he was pulling the mask over his head, a stray hand coming up to run through his short blonde locks. 

“Love, just listen,” he stared at you with pleading eyes, terrified of how much this situation had gone off the rails. 

He was concerned, panicked, sent over the edge at the thought of you hurt, or worse. The same traits that he admired most in you—your bravery, your boldness—were also his greatest fears when it came to you—your recklessness, a carelessness for your own personal safety. He just wanted you to know how much you meant to him, how your actions and lack of regard for your own safety had him crumbling an absolute mess of a man. But he didn’t know how to tell you any of that.

Instead, he let his temper get the better of him, cruel words slipping off his tongue without a moment’s thought, and it was all slipping away so terribly fast. 

“That is not a threat that you just throw out like that, Simon,” the way you spit his name made him want to get down on his knees and fucking beg for your forgiveness. You never said his name like that. 

“I am not something you just throw out like that.” As much as you tried to control it,  you couldn’t stop the way your voice broke on that last syllable. 

Simon’s heart shattered on the spot. 

“Oh darling,” his words were soft, meant to smooth over the jagged edges you had left exposed. Risking contact once more, Simon stepped closer, tentatively bringing a hand up to cradle your cheek. A rush of hope flooded him as you allowed the contact. “I didn’t mean a word of it, not a single fucking word.” 

You closed your eyes as a tear fell from your lashes, tracing down your cheek only to be intercepted by Simon’s calloused thumb. 

“Come ‘ere,” he muttered, pulling you into his chest. It’s not the most comfortable with the tact vest, but he’s just thankful he didn’t have all his usual gear on. He needed to hold you close. 

One of his hands pressed against the back of your head, keeping you held against him, his thumb rubbing soothingly up and down the base of your neck. 

“I shouldn’t have said that. And I am so bloody sorry,” Simon said softly as he held you. “I was terrified something had happened to you. That you were hurt. I can’t—“ Simon paused, taking a steadying breath. “I can’t lose you.” 

At that, you pulled your head back, looking up into his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Si,” you sighed. “I wasn’t thinking about that in the moment. I just wanted to make sure we got what we needed, no matter the cost.” 

“That is never the cost.” Simon interjected abruptly, a cold shot of panic running through his system once more at the mere thought of a life without you. Simon held one finger under your chin, tilting your face up so that you were looking at him. “You, and your safety, are never, ever the cost, understood?” 

You nodded your head before settling yourself against his chest once more, pulling him into you. “I understand, Simon,”  you whispered into his chest. “I’ll be more careful.” 

At that, Simon finally relaxed. His arms wrapped around you to hold you tight as Simon silently savored the feeling of your body in his arms. 

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[matwith1t]

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[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

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[swamp-world]

like. i don’t normally weigh in on celebrity drama and gossip. but holy SHIT what the FUCK is going on with Will and Jada Smith and the Oscars. like. first of all, am thinking about a video by F.D. Signifier on Black celebrity couples and I want to go back and rewatch it, it’s not my place to comment on. But this. holy shit. i do not see how anyone could watch that clip and not think Will Smith is in the right.

1. Chris Rock makes a joke not just about Jada, but at her, about her autoimmune disorder

2. Jada does not look amused—in fact she looks visibly displeased, rolling her eyes and giving him a look that very clearly says “you’re not funny, fuck you”—AS IS HER FUCKING RIGHT.

3. in response to this, in response to the target of his joke (not just SUBJECT but TARGET) not laughing, he spreads his arms and looks around for validation at the kind of scattered laughs, and then tries to like, pick it back up. we’ve all seen a guy do this, the “that was funny! come on, huh? wasn’t it funny?” Chris Rock says “that was a nice one, eh?”

4. note: we see Will Smith laughing!! in the same shot as Jada is looking irritated, Will is laughing. the camera cuts away for a second; and I imagine in that time he realized how fucked up it was, or how hurt Jada might be, or anything. because one second he’s laughing and the next he’s defending her, and that’s called paying attention to what’s going on with those you care about.

5. so we have Chris trying to say “hey that WAS funny” and recover when the target of the joke was visibly not amused, and then he tries to move on and recover from it

6. and then there’s Will Smith coming up, and he laughs and goes “uh oh!” all goofy like, haha this is just going to be a comedy thing, and then zero hesitation Will Smith slaps him across the face and turns around. note: his face looks,,,kinda satisfied when he does? i bet that did feel good, frankly. and chris responds by going “wow, wow!”

7. specifically, he takes this and does turn it into a joke, going “will smith just smacked the shit outta me” to an audience who respond with laughs. and i think that this is where we get to the real what the fuck moment

8. IF chris rock had just moved on or apologized, that might’ve been something. but what ends up being the case is that he makes a joke at Jada’s expense (AND THEN TRIES TO CONVINCE HER AND THE AUDIENCE THAT IT WAS FUNNY NO LESS), Will stands up for her in a way that could have just been left as “you get a silly slap for being a jackass, but moving on”. if he had just left it at that, it would’ve felt something different. of course he’s not going to want to “compromise his integrity” by retracting his joke or apologizing, especially after he carried on and defended the joke, but like. that would have been the right thing to do. but he turns Will’s anger from being just theatre into it also being a joke

9. and THIS is where we hear Will Smith call from the audience, “Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth!”

10. again. i actually wouldn’t have been surprised if Will Smith had just left it at slapping him and then walking away, if Chris Rock had also left it there. he turned Will’s anger into a joke, taking away the weight and impact of it. Will Smith in turn made it so that no one could ignore that.

11. and again, Chris goes on the defensive: “wow dude, it was a G.I. Jane joke!”, again denying that it might’ve actually been hurtful, continuing to assert that it doesn’t matter.

12. once again, Will says “Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth” MUCH louder, and much angrier, so that Chris can’t turn it into a joke.

13. and FINALLY, Chris says “I’m going to” as an acquiescence. that’s what it took for him to give in and even concede enough that he won’t again, but still not enough for him to apologize or walk it back.

14. everyone really just expects Jada Smith to sit there and look annoyed at Chris Rock trying to convince her that he should be allowed to make fun of something she’s struggling with, because we’ve put Behavioural Etiquette above all else, above being kind and being thoughtful, and so it is more important that you sit there and hurt in polite silence than that you actually “break propriety” and do something to defend someone who’s hurting

#will smith

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Six)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Mild Sexual References

Words: 1,937

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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The Afternoon Before (Cillian’s POV)

Before the opening, Denise had the opportunity to show both of her parents the art which she had created.

Neither of them had seen the photographs before and were rather excited to see what all the fuss was about.

‘Alight, alright…here they are’ Denise said with excitement and, whilst her mother smiled and told her how beautiful they were, Cillian gulped harshly in surprise.

‘Dad, do you not like them?’ Denise asked as he stood there, chin dropped and speechless.

‘They are amazing’ he confirmed although he wished that he had some warning beforehand when it came to the content of the pictures.

Cillian wasn’t sure whether he should look at the pictures in detail or whether he should try and look away. Seeing you like this was difficult and his manhood soon began to stir as his eyes gazed over your perfectly shaped breasts and your messy hair.

The Opening Night

You stood in front of the large mirror in your bedroom at your parent’s house just outside Galway and tried hard to clip your hair up which had always been a struggle.

Somehow, you managed and the tucked-up hair allowed you to show off your exposed shoulders and back.

The black dress you had chosen for the gallery opening was made out of stretchy fabric. It was simple but yet elegant and left the entirety of your back exposed while a rim of fabric ran across your neck.

You were lucky that your breasts were small as there was no way you could wear a bra with your dress and you certainly didn’t need to.

The dress was flattering around your hips and finished just below your knees.

‘You look nice’ Connor said as he picked you up from your house and, fortunately for you, your father wasn’t home in order to make a scene about your revealing outfit. Your parents were strictly catholic and wouldn’t have approved, nor did they approve of Connor who, in their opinion, was way too old for you.

‘I look nice, do I?’ you chuckled, having hoped for him to choose a different word perhaps, such as ‘beautiful’ or ‘stunning’.

‘Yes, very nice…let’s go, huh?’ he then said and you nodded, following him to the car.

The drive to the gallery took only 15 minutes and, after Connor had handed his car keys to the valet, you walked inside the building where, almost immediately, you spotted Denise and both of her parents.

‘Oh wow, you look amazing’ you said to Denise before giving her a big hug. As usual, her clothes were colourful and unique.

‘So do you in your sexy black dress…Connor, isn’t she stunning?’ Denise winked, before saying hello to him also.

‘Yeah, she looks nice’ Connor then said, causing Cillian, who was standing behind Connor, to cock an eyebrow. You noticed him looking at you with burning eyes, clearly having noticed the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.

‘Hey Y/N’ he then said, before giving you a friendly hug as well before you greeted Denise’s mother the same way.

Breathing in Cillian’s scent took your breath away and you immediately forgot about Connor by your side until Denise took it upon herself to introduce Cillian and her mother to Connor as well.

Just as you got talking, the others arrived and it was Amalie who stole the show, wearing the shortest dress she could have possibly found.

You couldn’t help but notice that Connor was staring at her and it was obvious to you that he would have liked it if you wore something more revealing like her.

‘Can’t walk in heels Y/N?’ Amalie then asked sarcastically and you shook your head, wearing nice but flat sandals with your dress.

‘I never saw the point of high heels. They are rather impractical, don’t you think?’ you asked, but Amalie ignored your question and immediately began to hit on Cillian instead which was rather amusing to watch.

***

After the initial chat, you allowed Denise and her parents to talk to some of the other artists and guests and disappeared into the crowd with Connor, trying to hunt down the photographs Denise had taken and which you had not yet seen.

‘You didn’t tell me you knew Cillian Murphy’ Connor said somewhat surprised and you told him that he was just Denise’s father so you didn’t think to mention it. Of course, you would never have wanted Connor to know that you had, in fact, slept with Cillian.

‘Whoah…and you also didn’t tell me that you look like this beneath all your clothes’ Connor then said all of a sudden, interrupting you mid-sentence, as he glanced over to where the photographs of you were displayed.

‘Well, if you had bothered to take off my clothes first before we had sex then you would have known’ you winked as you grabbed one of the glasses of champaign from the bar.

‘We were short of time but, perhaps, I can make it up to you tonight’ Connor then winked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, thinking back at this one night a week or so go which was the first and last time you had sex.

‘Apparently you were short for time, yes’ you said teasingly, reminding him that, after ten minutes of missionary, he realised that the football was on and left you high and dry and certainly dissatisfied.

‘Tonight, you can show me what’s under this dress and I will worship this body of yours’ Connor said and his comment made you chuckle.

‘We will see’ you smirked and, just as you did, Cillian walked past the two of you and smiled.

You hoped that he didn’t hear any of this but, then again, if he did, you hoped that it made him at least a little bit jealous.

‘So, what do you think?’ you then suddenly heard Denise ask from behind and, because you were so busy starring at her father, you didn’t realise that she was there.

‘These pictures are amazing Denise’ you said as you were extremely happy with the result.

‘That’s what dad said too actually’ she then said, causing you to blush.

***

As the evening went by and Connor had one glass of wine after another and making several inappropriate and rather controlling remarks, you knew it was time to leave but, Denise didn’t want you to go just yet and, in the end, you told Connor to take a taxi home and that you would see him in the morning.

Luckily for you, he agreed and you were beyond embarrassed by his behaviour as he was trying to dictate what you could do and what you couldn’t as the night went on.

‘He is…uhm…interesting Y/N’ Denise’s mother then said before continuing on and asking you whether you don’t think that he’s a bit too old for you.

‘Oh, I see, you spoke to my parents’ you chuckled as you watched Cillian sip on his glass of wine while cocking an eyebrow.

‘I am just saying, I can see their concerns’ she went on to say, causing Denise to roll her eyes and it was at this point when Cillian interrupted his ex-wife.

‘That’s enough. I think she’s old enough to make her own decisions’ Cillian said and it wasn’t until, some point later when you followed Cillian down one of the hallways to get your coats from the cloak that you had some privacy and Cillian voiced his concerns.

***

‘Be careful alright’ he said after he told you that he was concerned that Connor acted in a controlling way and that he didn’t like the way he was speaking to you.

‘This is not how I meant it Y/N. I am just trying to look out for you’ he said and you couldn’t help but laugh, which is when he pulled you around the corner of the hallway, worried about someone listening to your conversation.

‘Listen, I don’t need you to tell m what to do. I am not your child’ you huffed out somewhat irritated by his comments and you weren’t sure whether it was his concerns that bothered you or the fact that he never contacted you again.

‘Look out for me? That’s funny. It really is’ you chuckled before asking him why he had never contacted you after your visit to Dublin.

‘Why would I have contacted you? I made it pretty clear that, what happened between us, was a mistake. It can’t happen again’ Cillian huffed out and, just as he did, you shook your head in disbelieve.

‘Alright, that’s fine…but stay out of my private life then, please. I don’t need this kind of lecture about who I should be with and who I shouldn’t be with from you’ you said angrily.

‘Common Y/N, you can’t tell me that you actually have feelings for a guy like this. You are more sensible than that’ Cillian said with frustration.

‘I think neither of us have been acting sensibly lately Cillian, wouldn’t you agree?’ you asked, raising your eyebrows.

‘That’s not the same Y/N. Like you said, it was just sex between us. But with him, it’s more than that isn’t it? You are dating him, are you not?’ Cillian then asked sternly.

‘Oh my god, are you jealous?’ you asked angrily.

‘I am not fucking jealous. Why would I be jealous?’ Cillian then asked annoyed.

‘How the fuck do I know. I don’t know how the hell your brain works. After all, you made the same mistake twice. Once, I can understand, but twice?’ you asked with fury.

‘And so did you’ Cillian blurted out.

‘Uhm, yeah, but I didn’t say it was a mistake, you did. For me, it wasn’t’ you huffed out.

‘Fuck, this isn’t going anywhere, is it?’ Cillian then conceded angrily and you shook your head.

‘No, it’s not, just leave me alone, okay?’ you then huffed out angrily and, just as you did, you could feel Cillian’s hands on your hips and your back pressed against the wall behind you near the stairway.

There was an awkward silence between you as you stared into each other’s eyes and, just after Cillian looked over to both sides to ensure that you were alone, he pressed his lips onto yours firmly.

You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth as you gave into this kiss. Your hands were soon tangled in the top of his hair while his hands were caressing your face.

But then, all of a sudden, you pulled away and shook your head.

‘No…no I am not letting you do this again’ you huffed out before walking off.

Whilst you wanted him badly, you didn’t want him to walk away from you again, saying it was a mistake.

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[stanknotstark]

Commanding Loki (just kind of happens)

Summary: You’re not really sure how it happens but you begin commanding Loki, the God of Mischief, around. To everyone’s shock, he happily obliges to your commands. 

The first time you do it in front of the Avengers they all kind of stop in shock.

"Loki, get me a soda before you sit down." You told rather than asked the God.

You were too busy looking at a tablet Tony had lent you to see him stop in his tracks. He glared at the Avengers looking at him, ready to attack him as if he was thinking about attacking you for giving him an order. They weren't wrong but only because you did it in front of everyone. Probably.

He got you a soda and sits next to you, rolling his eyes at your nonchalant thanks. 

The next time it happened was kind of a life or death situation.

"Loki, leave the room right now and calm yourself," You checked Thor's pulse through the gushing blood which made him slippery as an eel, "You either calm yourself and I’ll let you back in or you can sit out there like a petulant child. Go."

Natasha looked at you as if you were crazy, her hands pressing a t-shirt to Thor’s wound tightly. Loki heeded her no mind though and did as you told him.

He was welcomed back within 15 minutes.

Next, you do it more to push boundaries because Natasha had a conversation with you after Thor's fiasco. She's finds it quite funny that he obeys you like it's second nature but if anyone else dared do it he wouldn't hesitate to threaten their life. Trust me, Tony had wanted to test his boundaries and tried to do it too. Needless to say, Tony wouldn't be doing it again any time soon, he was still pissy some very expensive pieces of furniture got destroyed.

So one day while you and Loki are hanging out with Natasha, like you all consistently do because you three enjoy silence but companionship at the same time. You look across at Nat and grin, making sure Loki doesn't see it and commence your plan.

"Loki," Loki looks up from his book on midguardian foods newly introduced from 1996 to 2010, a questioning frown on his face, "Pass me the remote."

It's simple enough, nothing too strenuous. Yet.

"You have two perfectly functioning arms." Loki mutters but grabs the remote and gives it to you. You give him a genuine smile and you can see he has gone soft in the eyes before he looks at his book again. 

You glance at Nat with raised brows, she looks away with a smirk as you turn on the TV. Flicking through channels you finally settle on reruns of Stranger Things. Natasha gets interested and you kind of watch but mostly you're thinking about commanding Loki to do something else but what? Loki keeps looking at his book but you see him glancing up often to watch the show too.

"Hey, Cowboy," Loki growls at the name, it had come up when Thor told you he used to call him a cow for his horns, "Don’t sit like that you'll get scoliosis....if a God can get that." Loki who had slouched forwards blinked at you and sat up straight in shock from the bad posture. When you see him glower at the TV you smile, he's probably cursing midguardians for ruining his good posture.

"Thanks." You whisper.

Loki hums carelessly and puts his book down to instead watch the show. Natasha coughs into her hand (a hidden laugh, you knew Nat too well), Loki eyes her suspiciously, looks at you, then focuses back on the TV. You force yourself, with great resolve might you add, to not laugh. You let things settle again before you try the ultimate command.

"Ugh." You start, rolling your right shoulder around and poking at it as if it hurts. You're literally about to tell Loki to massage it for you but you’re struck by paralyzing shock. Loki had noticed your 'discomfort' and moved closer to you. Lifting his hands towards your shoulder he stopped and looked at you with a tilted brow, asking consent. 

Aww how sweet.

You nodded and shifted so he had better access to your back. One hand landed between your shoulders on your back and the other pinching the area where your shoulder met your arm and began massaging.

Shocked you let him staring at the TV but not knowing what is going on on the show. Loki and you had touched before so it's not so out in the left field that you're concerned but he was massaging you in front of Natasha. Your thoughts turned to mush as he pushes and pulls your body so he could access all of your back and starts massaging your entire back. You couldn't help the little whimpers and soft moans of delight. Not only was this man a God but he was literally gifted God like hands, unfair!

After letting out another whimper Loki stopped. You felt him shift back to his original spot and so you did too. Glancing at him you saw a hint of flushed cheeks as he stared at the TV distantly. Natasha was outright staring at him with both eyebrows raised to her hairline, it looked like.

Loki cleared his throat and left with an offhand excuse.

Once Loki left the area Natasha's eyes fell onto you. She smirked lecherously but said nothing about what had just happened. Turning her attention back to the show when you shrugged your shoulders, completely flustered. 

She asks, "So like, I don’t doubt Will is going to be found but does Barbara make it?"

You smile and settle into the couch, "You'll find out in a few episodes."

Natasha groans and you laugh. You know she hates not knowing but if she's truly desperate she can look it up on Google or ask Jarvis.

The next time you command him it's another crisis. 

In short, Thor and Loki are arguing, both clearly in a ferocious rage in the kitchen. All the team is there to experience it this time too.

"No, Thor, I cannot simply understand why you would defend those inept idiots you call friends. If you think they're in the right you’re more brainless than I thought!" Loki yells at Thor who now looks like a kicked puppy and your motherly instincts kick in.

"Hey!" Loki looks at you shocked, this is the highest he's ever heard your voice, and probably the angriest too because you just don’t get mad. You have the patience of a Buddha God, Tony likes to say. 

"You apologize to him right now, then you will listen to what your brother has say, and if you interrupt him I will show you just how minuscule a God can be to a non believer."

The entire kitchen is silent. Tony looks like he wants to flee the area, he's been on your angry side once before. Steve is practically engraving the table with his eyes. Natasha shrugs and continues eating her meal, the utensils clipping the plate the only noise in the room.

Loki looks at Thor and raises a brow. Thor, still looking at you, swallows and begins to talk, focusing on his brother again. 

"Im trying to learn but I don’t know how to stay neutral between your feelings and my friend's-"

Loki opens his mouth but slams it shut when you snap your fingers.

"-i do not want to offend anyone but every choice i make I offend you and I’m sorry brother, I truly am. What can I do to amend things between us?"

Loki glances at you to see if he may talk now. At your nod he says, "Start by supporting your brother sometimes. I don't ask that you stand behind every argument between your friends and I but you never fail to support them, it seems. You can't please everybody Thor, and you can't stay neutral forever, at some point you have to realize that you have to pick a side and who's side."

Thor has lost to kicked puppy look but he now frowns and nods, staring at the floor with guilt. Loki's hand comes up, hesitates, then he places it on Thor's arm for a second and swiftly leaves.

When no one moves for a few seconds you clear your throat and they all go back to whatever they were doing before the argument escalated out of proportion, you included.

You realize you may have tiptoed the line of being fair with that last command so you let it rest for awhile, give Loki some space. He of course notices your avoidance because Tony had asked you what was up between you both, stating that the God had asked him if anything was bothering you. Usually Loki came to you with his concerns, not being the type of person to talk behind someone’s back. 

You sigh and tell Tony you’re fine, that you’ll talk to him. So you head out from Tony’s lab and search for Loki. He isn’t in the living room, kitchen, or even his own bedroom. You remember him once stating that he likes read on the roof sometimes, Tony had build Loki a garden up on the roof at one point since Loki clearly missed the garden from home, Asgard. A small gesture but a true turning point for both Tony and Loki’s relationship you think. 

Walking out on the roof you don’t see Loki in the garden so you murmur a few expletives and make your way back to the door when a voice calls out your name. You follow the sound and find Loki hidden on a corner of the roof, sitting on the edge of the building. 

Walking up behind him you ask, “Can we talk?”

“You’ve never asked before, don’t see why you’d start now.” Loki says, no contempt in his voice though, it’s just very...neutral. 

You force out a small laugh, hearing your own tenseness in it, “Ya, about that..”

You sit next to Loki letting your legs dangle over the ledge like Loki does now. His legs kick every once in awhile giving him an almost childlike appearance. 

“First off, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Loki looks at you.

“I was out of line the other day with you and Thor. Not just then I’ve been, well, commanding you to do things for me and that’s...it’s not...right?” You finish lamely, your face a big grimace but you look Loki in the eyes when you apologize.

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” Loki says with mirth lingering in his words. 

“Well, ya, is there some other reason I should have?” You squint at him suspiciously.

“No.”

Loki looks at you with an innocent look on his face, which you know is pure bullshit, but you let it slide. Shaking your head with a smile you then look out across the open skyline below you. 

“Apology accepted.” Loki says after some time has past. Your shoulders, which had tensed involuntarily, now relax. 

You don’t react, well more like force yourself not to, when you feel Loki’s hand come to rest atop yours which had been supporting you on the ledge. Loki lets his hand rest there before he gets more confident and intertwines both of your fingers. You smile, finally looking at Loki who is already staring at you brazenly. 

“Kiss me.” 

“What?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

Loki smirks then leans in, his left hand coming to cradle your head at your jaw and kisses you. At first softly, as if testing the waters, then begins to put more passion behind it as you lean into him. His tongue gently swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him explore. 

If you thought this man had God like hands....

When you’re both breathless you part but keep your faces close together. Your eyes roam over his face, noting how young he looks right now, how vulnerable, and bite your lip. Loki’s eyes drop to your lips and uses a thumb to pull your lip from your teeth lest you bruise them more. “Don’t bite them, it is my job to bruise them.” Loki says breathlessly. 

Much later, when it’s dark out, you both come back into the tower and make your way to the living room. The first person you see is Natasha who, legit, smiles at the look of you two. Tony who notices Nat smiling looks where she’s looking and whistles at the two of you who decide to share a love seat. 

“Shut up.” You command the two of them. 

You were sure the both of you made a pretty funny picture. Your hair was most likely tousled, too much so to just be from the wind, and Loki’s lips were nearly purple with bruising so no doubt yours were any less. Not to mention the both of you were too incredibly happy, which ya you being happy is normal but it was almost an alarming amount of giddiness and Loki doesn’t normally show his emotions so openly like this. 

Tony smirks, raises a brow and points the remote at the TV. “Stranger Things?” 

You, very much flustered, clear your throat and say yes. 

#loki x reader #loki odinson #loki #reader insert #one shot #avengers #tony stark #natasha romanov #my writing #dudes i literally had this thought pop in my head while out eating dinner with my family for mothers day #and i was constantly picking up and putting down my phone to write it all in my notes #like i always have the best ideas while out doing something or when people need my attention gdi #but enjoy #commanding loki (just kinda happens)

[reidyoulikeabook]

the battery was dead

Ship: GN! Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mention of case-typical violence (more specifically, a bomb), told from Spencer's perspective and he experiences anxiety about reader having been harmed (they're okay though!), Spencer's self-deprecating thoughts, general mood of anxiety throughout, stressful team situation, big feelings of guilt, very much hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1.6k (i did not intend for this to be this long but it's basically a whole thing)

A/N: This is not what I intended to write today but my brain's on a whole hurt/comfort vibe apparently so here we are: something I wrote all in one go in about half an hour. Oops.

Everybody was in different places when the bomb went off. Spencer was with Derek, in an SUV headed uptown. The explosion was downtown. Where you'd been headed. Alone.

The geographical profile had indicated he wouldn't strike downtown. The geographical profile that he had made. The geographical profile that the team had trusted, that the team had based their assignments off, that had led Hotch to conclude it was safe to send you downtown alone.

"Garcia," Derek answers, putting her on loudspeaker and glancing at Spencer who could be pictured and pasted into the DSM-V as the definition of anxiety right now, "Garcia tell me you can patch everybody through."

"I'm trying," She rambles, her voice pitching upwards, "I'm patching ___ through now I'm trying their cell."

Spencer's leg bounces. It bounces so hard it's a miracle the velocity of it doesn't send Derek veering right across the road. He scratches at his neck. There are no words to be said. No words in any language in the world can describe the fear coursing through his body as he hears Garcia scramble, pressing keys and typing and he's only vaguely aware of Derek's hand coming to rest reassuringly on his bouncing knee, managing to still it just a little bit.

"___ will be fine," He reassures him, "Just fine. I promise. It's not your fault kid, you couldn't have known, how would you have known?"

"It's my job to know."

His tone is bitter, angry, and he feels even worse for it because it's not Derek's fault. Derek is trying to help. Derek is trying to be kind and somehow that's worse because he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve anybody's kindness right now and he can't get your face out of his mind. How you'd smiled at him before walking out of the door of that precinct and how it might be the last time he ever got to see you smile and it was all his fault. All his fault.

His stomach is in knots. Garcia's practically smacking her precious equipment in her hurry and then the line goes mute.

"Garcia?" Derek asks again, "Garcia are you still there?"

There's a beat of silence and then the background noise returns, "I'm just trying ____'s cell."

What's taking so long? She could have tried by now. He's never known Garcia to be slow at her job and even though it feels like time has stopped. Fractured like a mirror, throwing off pieces, and he's trapped inside a piece that has all of the horror and guilt he's ever felt in his life staring him in the face. But she can work faster than that. Why isn't she working faster than that?

It all becomes clear as he hears her clack again. Then your voice floods the line.

"You've reached SSA ____ ____ of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. Please leave a voicemail, or if you're calling regarding an urgent matter then please direct your calls to SSA Aaron Hotcher at the following number-"

"Maybe she's already on the phone," Derek suggests, cutting over your recital of his number, "Maybe her line's already busy. Right Garcia, is her line already busy?"

"I can't tell."

She's lying. Spencer knows she's lying and it knocks him sick. He practically wrenches the handle to the window off in his quest to get it open. The cold air pours in and he feels worse. He can't allow himself to bask in any feeling of comfort when you're God knows where.

He can't let himself think like that. He blinks hard, shaking his head as if he can physically remove the images from his brain. They flash through, his neurons defying him as they keep picturing you in worse and worse scenarios, and he can't breathe.

"Pull over," He directs Derek, wrenching off his seatbelt before Derek even manages to get the car in park.

Somewhere amidst all of it, Hotch has been patched through.

"We're convening downtown. Our presence has been requested at the crime scene."

Derek is saying something to pacify him. Or he's telling him something. He can't tell because his head is swimming and then Derek is squeezing his shoulder, physically pulling him back into reality.

"Kid. Listen to me. You're not helping anybody getting yourself all worked up like this. We need to focus. We've got to work this through."

He nods. He nods because Derek is right. They do have to work this through. Even though they would be better working this through without him because he's the one who made the profile that was wrong and his contributions clearly can't be trusted and-

"Put your seatbelt on. Talk to me. Let's talk through how it could have gone wrong."

Derek's voice strikes just the right balance between commanding and reassuring. It always does. So he does it. He clips in the seatbelt and starts to ramble, discussing avenues they haven't explored before, suggesting why he could have been wrong. He's never doubted himself like this before, and it's an uncomfortable feeling. What's more uncomfortable is the realisation he's never failed you like this before.

They pull up to the crime scene. Derek scrambles out of the car, but he pauses for a beat. It's only when Emily opens the door, that he's pulled back into reality again.

"Spencer," She says, "Spencer, come on."

There are SUV'S everywhere. They've tried to contain the scene as much as they could but they needed the bomb squad, needed paramedics, needed FBI.

She's walking him somewhere and he's frantically searching around him, frantically trying to orient himself. It doesn't help that it's dark, gone midnight by now, and the street lights were taken out in the initial explosion. Most of the lights come from torches, or headlamps that people are wearing. It's not enough, he can barely make out Emily let alone find your face in the crowd.

And then he hears it. His name. Your voice.

You found him.

"Spencer," You call, and he can't possibly turn around fast enough.

He barely has before you come crashing into his arms, cinching them tightly around him. He practically scoops you off of the ground, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as he can possibly get you to his body, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo and there's tears coming out of his eyes, tears of relief and fear and-

"Spencer," You tell him, sniffling, "Spencer you're kind of crushing me."

You let out a little laugh, and he lets out one too. But it's puffy, practically just air. He releases his grip a bit and you lean up, your arms looping around his neck and playing with the baby hairs situated at the nape of it.

"Spence I'm okay, I'm right here," You reassure him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I'm right here."

You are right here. He can hear the pound of your heart, he can smell your perfume, he can feel you playing with his hair in a way that tickles but is so comforting, so domestic, so reassuring that you still love him despite his fuck up, that he couldn't bring himself to tell you to stop even if he wanted you to.

He doesn't even know he's still crying until he speaks, his voice wavering as it manoveurs past the lump in his throat, "I-Garcia tried calling you. You didn't answer your phone."

"The battery was dead," You tell him, "I plugged it in in the car and next thing I know I'm getting pulled over. I got brought straight here when I told them I was FBI and I tried to borrow somebody's phone to call but they cut off cell reception here in case there was a second bomb."

He swallows. He can't say anything else, can't do anything else. He manages to open his eyes, and you lean up, apparaising him. You thumb at the tears on his cheeks, a kind of softness and love entirely exclusive to you filling your eyes along with a couple of tears. You don't look at him like you're angry. You don't look at him like you're disappointed. You look at him with a kindness he's entirely undeserving of at this moment in time and the thought spurs two more tears out of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper, "Spence what's wrong?"

"It was my fault," He chokes, his head dipping a bit, too ashamed to make eye contact, "I made the profile. I was wrong. I sent you here, I-I sent you directly into danger."

"It was a copycat," You tell him, "It was a copycat, he didn't get away in time and got caught up in the blast. Our guy is smarter than that, so they think this guy tried to imitate it. It's not your fault. You couldn't possibly have known, you can't profile a person you don't know exists."

The revelation is like foam on a petrol fire. It quells the pain in his chest, the one that had maliciously licked at him, igniting all his own wounds and insecurities.

It wasn't his fault.

He holds onto you even tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck, "Thank you. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being okay."

"I'm always okay," You tell him, your voice nothing but sincere, "I'm always okay because I always have you."

With that, the fire is out. You reluctantly wiggle out of his arms, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. He's not okay yet. Not entirely. It all still feels surreal, and he knows it'll take a long time for his heart to settle down. But you're here. By his side. And that's enough for now.

In fact, with you? That's enough for always.

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