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emilybradshaw · 2 years

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English Rose - A Bradley Bradshaw Story

Chapter 3

So I know it's still the same day that I uploaded Chapter 2 but I don't care. Have a double chapter day.

TW: Emily being clumsy, fluff, Hangman being annoying and Rooster being lovable

Taglist: @bratshaws

That three minute interaction with Bradley Bradshaw ruined Emily for the rest of the night. Occasionally she would glance over to where he was playing pool with the rest of his friends but she was too busy behind the bar to let her gaze linger over him for too long. How could three minutes make her feel like this?

She fancied him, and I mean FANCIED him. Sure she’d had her fair share of boyfriends in England, she was 25, but this man, she’d never fancied her exes like she now fancied the literal Adonis who had spoken to her for THREE MINUTES at the bar. What was wrong with her?

She was quickly pulled back to reality by Penny “…ily, Emily, you’ve been cleaning that glass for two minutes now, I think it’s clean enough”

“Oh, um yeah, sorry. I got…distracted”

“Distracted… yeah I noticed”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again Penny honestly”

“Emily, it’s fine. I’d be distracted by him too if I were a little younger” she smiled.

“Is it that obvious?” Emily asked as she looked down, the floor suddenly becoming incredibly interesting to her. “it’s stupid I know.”

“It is obvious yes and it is most definitely not stupid” Penny scolded the girl who was now looking very timidly at her from the corner of her eye, “now, why don’t you go and gaze at your new pilot friend while you collect me some glasses”.

Emily just looks at Penny for a moment before she picks up her glass carrier and makes her way out from behind the bar. Unbeknownst to her Bradley Bradshaw is watching her every move from the windowsill by the pool table.

“Come on Roos, it’s your turn” Payback called from across the table “hurry up or Hangman’ll take it for you”

“Alright, alright, calm down Payback it’s just a game” he retorted, somewhat angry he couldn’t keep his gaze fixed on the beauty he had spoken to at the bar earlier.

“Have you noticed…” Hangman started “He’s not stopped making eyes at the new girl since he got us those beers earlier”

“Oh yeah, he’s been staring at her all night” Fanboy joined in.

“Knock it off guys, seriously” Rooster challenged as he potted the shot he had lined up, “I have not been staring at Emily”.

“Ohhh, so you know her name then…” Hangman smirked as he took the cue off Rooster and passed it to Coyote. “What else did you find out about her Roos? Other than the fact that you’re clearly into her”.

Bradley sighed, clearly caught out by his friends. “All I know is she’s called Emily and she’s from England, that make you happy?”

“Not as happy as the news I’m about to tell you…” Hangman paused, smirking while taking a swig of his beer “Emily from England is headed right this way”.

Bradley’s eyes went wide, and he nearly choked on the beer he had in his mouth. As he looked up there she was, walking directly towards him, her long wavy hair bobbing up and down as she smiled and shimmied herself past the patrons of the bar. He could hear her asking if there were any empty glasses as she walked by everyone, occasionally picking one up and adding it to the collection in the holder she had draped over her right arm.

As she moved herself around the last table before him she finally caught his eye. “Bradley” she smiled, “have you guys got any glasses or bottles I can take back with me?” God she was cute. Her hazel green eyes staring up at him so innocently as she asked the question. Bradley just stared at her without a word until Hangman butted in.

“Here you go darlin’” he handed her three empty bottles from across the pool table, “you must be the new girl, Emily from England?”

“Thanks, erm, yeah I am new, Emily from England. That’s me”. She smiled, taking the bottles from him and placing them into the holder which was getting fuller by the minute.

“So, what brings you here, Emily from England?”

“I needed a fresh start and I always fancied seeing California”

“Well, I’m sure Rooster here wouldn’t mind showing you some of the local area, would you?” Hangman had his arm wrapped around Bradley’s shoulder, nudging him slightly as he finished his sentence. If looks could kill, Jake Seresin would be dead right now.

Bradley let out a small cough to clear his throat “um, no not at all, sorry about my friends by the way. This is Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy and Payback, they’re all very annoying and don’t mean to be.”

By this point both Emily and Bradley had turned a completely new shade of pink and both were still gazing at each other, the rest of the Daggers could see this would be very fun indeed.

“Well, I really do have to get back to work, it’s my first day, I don’t want Penny to regret her decision in taking me on” Emily said as she finally snapped out of her daydream.

“No, we certainly wouldn’t want that would we Rooster”, Hangman chuckled before looking back at the younger girl stood in front of him. “It was nice meeting you, Emily from England”.

As Emily walked away she could hear the exasperated Bradley Bradshaw telling his friends off for embarrassing him, “and did you have to keep referring to her as ‘Emily from England’… REALLY?”

She chuckled to herself as she headed back to the bar, before she could reach it however, she managed to slip over a puddle of spilled beer and landed quite literally with a crash on the floor, closely followed by another crash of glass. Oh great, she thought to herself, all the glasses and bottles smashed to pieces. Penny will not be pleased.

The eyes of the entire bar were on her, and Penny had started to make her way over to the young girl who was now laid out on the floor with shards of glass around her looking incredibly dazed.

“Are you alright?” She asked as she got closer, bending down and helping Emily into a seated position, “you didn’t hit your head did you?”

“No no, I’m so so sorry Penny I really am” she apologised profusely as she took a moment to gather herself, it was quite the tumble she took and, as much as she wouldn’t like to admit it, it really hurt.

“Pen, is she alright?” A voice called from the crowd behind them. Emily and Penny just looked at each other, they both knew who it was, and sure enough, pushing his way through the crowd was Bradley Bradshaw, concern etched all over his face, increasing as he saw the girl laid back into Penny’s chest.

“I think so Bradley, she’s just a bit dazed”, Penny moved to help Emily stand but was stopped as Bradley moved to her side and hooked his arms under Emily’s shoulders and pulled her from the floor effortlessly, steadying her as she wobbled slightly from the sudden change of position.

“Are you okay?” He asked, staring into her eyes while still holding onto her arms.

“I think so, just feeling very silly and sore” she mumbled as she flushed pink noticing all eyes in the bar were on her. Bradley noticed this too.

“Penny, I’m just going to take her outside for some fresh air”, Penny nodded as Bradley guided Emily through The Hard Deck to the door, not taking his hand from her arm once. Once they got outside Bradley guided Emily to sit on the steps next to the door, he knew nobody would be coming in and out right now as on the way out he heard cheers as the bell behind the bar was rung.

“What a first impression I’ve made for myself” Emily sighed, attempting to put her head in her hands.

“Hey, don’t do that, you didn’t know you were going to slip did you? Now, are you sure you’re alright” Bradley pressed, eyes scanning over the girl as she sat there still a little dazed from the fall.

“I think so, it just hurts a bit, you know” she mumbled again, moving her arm to her left side and holding it there, “I think I must have banged myself as I landed.”

Bradley’s eyes also scanned down to her side, her hand glazing itself over her crop top as she looked out across the beach, “mind if I take a look?”

She snapped her head back at him, a look of confusion written all across her face, so he continued, “um, to check there’s no glass or it’s not broken or anything”, her eyes widened as she took in what he was saying.

“oh yeah, thank you, I didn’t think of that.”

Bradley’s hand moved slowly to hers, moving it back onto her lap and gently taking the fabric of her top and lifting it slightly, exposing Emily’s skin, making her feel very self-conscious, Bradley did notice this but carried on, reasoning that if he were to pull her on it now she might clam up all together. He gently moved his hand over the area Emily was holding moments ago and lightly prodded the side of her ribcage, she hissed slightly at this but he knew she hadn’t broken or cracked it.

“Well Miss Emily, I think there will be a bruise there in the morning” he chuckled, rolling her top back down over her body.

Emily instinctively wrapped her arms back around herself and looked up at Bradley who towered over her even as they were seated. “Is that your professional opinion then, Doctor Bradshaw?”

“It certainly is” he chuckled, he so wanted to wrap an arm around her but felt it may be too much for her, she was just too beautiful, he had honestly never seen someone as beautiful as Emily in his entire life, inside and out, but already having known her what, half an hour at best, he knew she didn’t see herself like that and Bradley Bradshaw wanted to change it.

“So, Emily…” he mused. She replied with a little mumble as she once again looked round at him with those big eyes he knew he would fall in love with. “You know my last name, so why don’t you tell me yours?”

“It’s Walker” she chuckled. “Are we playing a question game now then? Cause if we are then… how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I don’t mind at all sweets, I’m 34, so I’m getting on a bit” Emily took an intake of breath at the term he had just used to refer to her, her heart was going pitter patter in her chest and she knew she could feel herself falling hard for this man. She quickly composed herself and laughed, “don’t be daft, that’s not old at all!”, lightly tapping the side of his bicep getting a rye smile from him.

“And you then Miss Walker, how old are you?”

“I’m 25” she smiled.

“It doesn’t bother you then? The fact I’m nine years older than you?”

“Why would it? Age is just a number Lieutenant Bradshaw” she gripped Bradley’s arm at this statement, smiling up at him again.

“Well, I’m glad. Listen, this is going to sound really forward, so feel free to say no, I would totally understand, but I was wondering if you were free tomorrow if you maybe wanted to grab a coffee or some lunch with me. I know Hangman was joking earlier but I wouldn’t mind showing you round, I know how daunting being in a new place can be, plus I’d really like to get to know you better.” Bradley finished talking and looked back at Emily, her smile now growing wider and wider by the second.

“Yes! I would love to. I have no idea where anything is round here and if I’m being completely honest I would like to get to know you better too.” Emily could not believe what was happening to her, was this a date? Oh God, no, she’s overthinking, why would he want to date a girl like her?

“So, can I get your number? Then I can text you tomorrow when you’re ready and I’ll come pick you up.” Bradley handed Emily his unlocked phone so she could type her number in.

“Yeah sure, my number’s so different to the American ones” she laughed.

“There’s nothing wrong with being different Emily, nothing at all” the two just stared into each other for what seemed to be the millionth time that evening until Bradley broke the silence, “I should let you get back inside to help Penny, but how about I pick you up at 11:30 tomorrow and we can head into town?”

“That sounds perfect”, Emily moved to get up, Bradley holding out his hand for her as she climbed the step to get back inside, his strong grip supporting her as she hoisted herself up the deck, “I’ll see you tomorrow Lieutenant.” She smiled to him as she disappeared inside and left Bradley sitting outside smiling to himself.

As she made her way back into the bar Emily felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she reached round for it and opened it.

Unknown Number: It’s Bradley, see you tomorrow sweets <3

That was it, her heart exploded. It was a date, the loveheart meant it was. She was going on a date with a Pilot. A handsome, muscly, Adonis man. She couldn’t wait to tell Penny and wasted no time doing so as she got back behind the bar. The shift was nearly over and there was a lot of clearing up to do, but she didn’t mind. Come 11:30 tomorrow she would be on her first date with Bradley Bradshaw.

This was the fresh start Emily Walker needed.

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likethesword · 3 years

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What if I told you- you're very cool and I'd do anything for you!

If you told me that I'd probably cry out of joy

#kat rambles #/hj #seriously hazel ily so much /p #youre amazing and i would literally fly across the world tomorrow if you needed me to #asks #hazel #definitely a living human

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xsamsharons · 3 years

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taste of your cherry chapstick - n. lantsov

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

genre/warning: fluff!

words: 1.3k

summary: in which nikolai just really likes the taste of your chapstick.

a/n: for my love @goldengoddess as a late 700 followers celebration, ily !!

Being at sea has always been your favorite thing. Since you were little, things in your life had been a constant mess of ever changing emotions and circumstances, but the only thing that remained consistent was the ocean. It was a safe place, it’s unpredictability mirroring that of your own life and finding comfort in the way that even when it was a mess, it was beautiful. Being at sea was beautiful, quiet and peacef-

“Do you think if sea serpents were real I could beat one?”

Never mind, being at sea was not at all peaceful with your boyfriend around. He had somehow convinced you to let him accompany you to one of your daily walks to the beach, and now you were the only two people in sight, enjoying having the deserted shore all to yourselves after spending days sharing him with a crew for so long. You had been just floating with your back relaxing against the water and letting the subtle motion of the water sway you from side to side, your eyes closed and arms outstretched to your sides when his voice came from behind you, and though you couldn’t hear his footsteps on the sand, the sound of the water moving to open up passage for him was enough to let you know he was moving closer to you, having left the spot on the sand he had been laying on moments before.

Though he had cut your peaceful moment short, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his question. “Little old you against a mythical Ravkan creature? Sure, it would be a totally fair match.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, and as you stood up, the water now covering you up to your waist, you looked back at Nikolai only to find him shivering while trying to adjust to the cold of the water, causing you to let out yet another chuckle.

“I know,” he nodded. “I'd have too much of an advantage.” he finished, finally reaching the spot next to you.

“You would probably have to give Rusalye a head start.” you continued sarcastically, causing him to scoff from beside you. “What?”

“You’re making it sound like i wouldn’t last two seconds.” he complained, and you raised an eyebrow at his whiny tone.

“You probably wouldn’t even be able to beat me in a fight.” you smirked, knowing you were getting to him.

You hadn’t even been able to enjoy the offended look on his face that your comment had caused, when the feeling of water colliding with your face made you gasp and close your eyes.

“What was that about me not being able to beat you?” you saw Nikolai smirking when you opened your eyes, his hands raised by his side, but the look in his hazel untailored eyes betraying his attempt at faux innocence.

“That was such a cheap shot!” you complained, splashing him with water as well before he had time to react, and laughing when his previously dry hair fell on his face, covering his eyes.

“Oh, it’s on” you heard him say while pushing his now wet hair out of his face, a smirk playing on his lips. You saw him start to move towards you with outstretched arms, causing you to let out a squeal and start running back to shore, your legs moving slower under the water but still managing to get out of the ocean before Nikolai could tackle you into it.

You heard him run after you but didn’t look back until you were hiding behind one of the many rocks that covered the beach, peeking from behind it and watching him look around to try and find your hiding spot. Before he could figure out where you were hiding from him, you decided to surprise attack him by running towards him and tackling him into the sand, you landing on top of him with your legs on either side of his body.

“And you’re one to talk about cheap shots.” he complained once he opened his eyes to find you sitting on top of his stomach.

“I still proved I would beat you.” you shrugged, smirking at his frown.

“It was not fair.” he pouted, and you leaned down to kiss the wrinkles that had taken place between his eyebrows thanks to his expression, smoothing it over later with your thumb.

“You think Rusalye would play fair?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow, but found that his eyes were no longer troubled with thoughts about the sea serpent, but instead now concentrated on your lips. “What?” you asked with a laugh.

“My forehead got a kiss but not my lips?” he whined again.

“Oh my god, you are such a boy.” you responded, but leaned down to kiss his lips anyway, laughing into the kiss when you felt his smile against yours. “Can we go back to the ship now?” you asked once you pulled away, noticing the furrow of his brows was back again but deciding to ignore it. “The sand is starting to itch.”

“I’m going to need you to get off of me first.” he smirked, and you rolled your eyes but did as he asked, taking his hand when he offered it to walk you back to the rowboat that would get you to the anchored ship standing a few meters away.

Once you were showered and changed into clothes that didn’t leave a trace of sand everywhere you went, you walked to Nikolai’s office only to find him sitting on his desk chair with papers surrounding him. He looked up when he heard his door shut behind you, and the annoyed look on his face immediately transformed into a soft smile and dazed eyes. You cooed at the tired look in his now green eyes and walked closer to him until you finally reached his chair and sat sideways on his lap, feeling his arms wrap around you and his forehead make contact with your chest as he rested it there.

“Hey, love.” he whispered, picking his head up when he felt your hands wrap around his neck, and placing a soft kiss against your lips.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when you noticed his brows furrow the same way they had after the kiss you shared on the beach.

“Nothing’s wrong.” he shook his head and kissed you again. And again. And again, chasing after you every time you pulled away as if he was trying to find the answer to something he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Seriously, what is it?” you laughed when he just kept kissing your lips with the same focused look on his face.

“Your lips taste different.” he admitted, your hands playing with his now tailored red hair.

“What?” you chuckled.

“They taste like… strawberries.” he tried. “No! Cherry.” he settled for after another kiss.

“Are you saying my lips usually taste bad?” you asked, your eyebrows raised and a smirk playing on your lips, not truly offended or thinking that was what he was implying.

“Well, we all have our flaws, love.” he played along.

“Really?” you asked, and he nodded, kissing you again. “What 's yours?” another kiss.

“Everyone but me.” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes.

You felt him start to inch closer once again and stopped him with the palm of your hand. “Nik, stop,” you laughed.

“I’m sorry, love.” he said, not really meaning it as he leaned closer to kiss you once more. “Your lips just taste too sweet.” he pouted, and this time it was you who leaned down to kiss him with a smile tugging at your lips. “Is it chapstick?” he asked once you pulled again once more.

“Yeah.” you nodded, pressing a kiss against his temple and resting the side of your head against the top of his.

“Please wear it more often.” he suggested, and you laughed.

“Will do, my love.”

And how could you not when it got you so many kisses out of the handsome prince?

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eremiie · 3 years

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hbd cornelius springer <3

❥ nsfw | 3.2k words | connie x fem!reader

❥ content - blowjob

❥ the birthday boy deserves some birthday head!!!

happy birthday connie springer, and happy belated birthday @arlerted ily both a whole lot <3... i started this at like 4am so pls bare with this

"you enjoying your birthday?"

connie turns around at the sound of your voice, soda can in hand while he closes the fridge door.

the way his face lights up when he connects your voice to your face makes you beam. his eyes get wide, eyebrows rise up, and a crooked smile graces his features as you walk forth, your hand trailing against the kitchen counter.

it makes you smile, the ways he's immediately stoked to see you. it's endearing if anything and your heart flutters at the excitement that twinkles in his eyes at your appearance.

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

his stupid smile shifts into a small smirk and he picks up his drink to take another sip. "what're you lookin' at?"

seriously? were you that obvious?

he leans back against the corner of the kitchen counter, twirling the soda can in his hand to shake his drink up while steadying himself with his elbows. you can tell the question was one he was genuinely waiting on an answer for— it was to just rile you up and one for him to shrug off with a 'just messin'.

you roll your eyes. there was no reason to give him an ego. "your ugly party hat." your tone is snarky, and a breathy laugh leaves connie's throat as he shakes his head at you. he beckons with two slender fingers.

"come 'ere."

your stomach turns at the gesture— no at the sentence and you curse the slight stubbornness that keeps you standing where you stood with your arms crossed. "what?"

connie holds your gaze easily, and instead of giving you an answer his hand reaches out to pull you towards him by your forearm.

you stumble forward until you were situated between his feet, a strong hand encasing your wrists and his breath fanning across your face from the proximity of you and connie.

his eyes look more hazel up close, green and yellow dancing like a fiery bright fire. you can feel the denim of his jeans rub against the fat flesh of your thighs from where you stand, and connie makes no effort to move back.

it's a clear invasion of your space but neither you or him seem to mind— and you hope connie didn't take the way your heart jumps in your chest and your suddenly uneven breathing as a sign that you did mind. no, it was the exact opposite of that if anything.

"are you enjoying the party?" his voice comes out a little too smooth for your liking. where was the slight cracks in his voice as he spoke or the lilts in his tone as he tried his best to be a flirt?

the way he looks at you doesn't help. his eyes are low lying, having trouble staying focused on only just yours. you notice them flit a little lower every now and then before popping back up to match your gaze.

you hoped you came off as unbothered— stable and unfazed by his sudden demeanor. if it wasn't obvious by now your slight attraction to connie was something that you couldn't seem to let go of ever since you had first met him.

you hated how goofy he was and how the lame jokes he'd crack would always make you laugh regardless of how stupid. you hated how somehow he'd always coerce you to do the handy work when it came to class projects because he was too lazy to get up off his own ass and help you. you hated how even through all these little silly quirks of his if he really wanted to with a few slip ups here and there he could make the hairs on your arms stand and have you stop breathing just from a slick look and slick sentence.

you hated all these things because they all made you feel gushy inside no matter how dumb it was. they made your body warm and gave you this comforting feeling that you couldn't get from anyone else.

so when connie repeats another "hm?" catching you off guard for the second time, that warm feeling returns because this time the pads of his fingers drum against your shoulder, a little to close to the junction near your neck.

"as long as ymir and sash keep me entertained, then yeah. this little 'party' isn't that bad." your quick with your response this time once he sets you back on track and you calm a bit.

"so ymir 'n sash are the life of the party for ya?" he pouts, and you scrunch your nose up when he leans in a little more, a mock pitiful expression on his face. "damn, 'n i'm supposed to be the birthday boy... that's crazy."

you can tell he's a little under the influence. despite it being his birthday he was actual one out of a few to keep their drinking at a light tonight. you couldn't say the same for armin who was currently passed out and curled up at the safety of mikasa's side on the large sofa, or for reiner who was last crying to ymir before she managed to 'shut the fuck up jockey' him as you walked pass.

you liked it like this though, liked to know that the interactions between you and connie weren't entirely the alcohol talking.

but it wasn't like it was ever really anything but him talking when he got more than comfortable with you.

light touches up the soft skin of your thighs, moving you around by placing his hands on your waist (where you must say they fit like a puzzle), or attacking you in tickles when he decided to crash at you and sasha's place and you wouldn't pass up the remote.

those were all connie, but it was nice to know that the person in front of you was mostly connie as well.

"you are... you just haven't been keeping me company as you should have." you lift up a hand right in front of his face and pretend to inspect your nails before dropping four fingers down to your palm and turning your nails to you once again.

connie let's out a low laugh at the gesture before using his own palm to cup the top of your hand. you expect him to push it down and let go but he only holds it in his grip with that same dumb smile plastered on his face as he doesn't fail to keep eye contact with you.

"ha-ha, so funny. you act like we didn't dance together," you recall the memory of connie hoisting you up from the couch and spinning you around until your backside was pressed against him, asking you to 'dance'. if anything that encounter is probably what encouraged the tingle between your legs and pushed you to follow connie into the kitchen. "sit together for like a good ass while, and play cards together— cheating together i might add."

you giggle, "did eren not realize that practically half the deck was under my ass and in your pockets?" connie reciprocates your giggle in his cheery tone and he raises the soda can to his lips again to empty it out inside his mouth.

"nah, but for real, what more company do you need?"

in the back of your head you had a solid idea of the kind of company you needed from connie, but you weren't even sure if your mind was quick enough to formulate it into a sentence that sounded appealing to the ears, enticing even.

a dramatic sigh leaves your lips and your hands come up to connie's head, one index plucking at the thin string below his chin and the other one holding the loud party hat until you were pulling it off and fiddling with it in your hand.

connie's hand automatically comes to rub at the short grey strands with a small frown at the absence of his hat. he stands up straight so he's peering down at you and his arm swings over your shoulder as he begins walking the two of you towards the exit to the kitchen abandoning his empty can of soda. "what?"

you slow down your pace so that he slows down and pull his arm from around you just as quickly as he placed it there massaging his knuckles in the process.

the eagerness to stay alone with him and not go back out where the chatters of all your friends would become tenfold is what makes you more bold, is what makes you back connie up towards the kitchen island until your practically leaning on him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and saying, "just wanna be alone with you for a minute..." you hesitate for a moment before beginning to speak again, "i gotta present for you, but we gotta go upstairs."

it's like your words alone manage to somewhat crack the demeanor he had going on. how his mouth slightly parts and how his body tenses up slightly tells you. you're thankful for the small adrenaline rush a measly walk to the archway gave you.

"shit, what's upstairs?" you relish in how he feeds into your words instead of stuttering under pressure and his hand moves to the small of your back pulling you even closer.

it's noticeable that he likes to feel your skin on his, and his hands are warm against the skin of your hip, practically singeing it with just his touch. it sends a hot feeling throughout your body and you indulge in him some more, fully enveloping your hand with his free one and giving a nice smile.

"if you come with me then it'll be me and you," and he lets you pull him along like a dog on a leash, sticking as close to its owner as possible as he's so close behind you that you can feel him up against your back as you begin to nonchalantly walk past your group of friends conversing in the living room.

for you it's easy to ignore their remarks and looks of 'finally'. after all, you knew they were coming. but connie couldn't, shooting silly faces to his audience as he lets you pull him along.

"they're finally fucking."

"go, birthday boy!"

"gettin' some birthday pussy!"

"_______, bite his dick off for me!"

the only phrase to elicit some sort of reaction from you is the mumbly one from sasha from whatever was in her mouth as she encouraged you to injure connie.

all the phrases seem to get one out of connie, from him pretending to fuck you from behind causing you to pinch the tan skin of his wrist to him making kissy faces at jean, eren, and even to ymir who further encouraged you to take a chomp out of his little friend.

you lead him through his bedroom door, immediately locking it because you know he'll forget and then turning to face him again.

when you turn back around connie's still looming over you, his hands lankily at his sides and it's as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

it makes you titter, and you take a step towards him pulling at his wrists place his hands back on your hips. "so what's my present?"

your hands come up to come his face and his skin is soft under your touch. he's warm and his breathing is unsteady as you lean forward to press your lips onto his.

he quickly returns the kiss, more fervently than you if anything. connie immediately groans as if the feeling of your lips on his was something he was craving.

connie pushes you against the door, a small thud eliciting from the way your back hits it and he lets go of your hips to cup your face and bring you deeper into the kiss.

the way he presses up so close against you makes you part your lips slightly giving him enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth until it's slotted alongside yours.

his knee parts your legs and bump against your crotch making you moan and let go of his face, holding onto his shoulders instead.

you pull back to breathe for a brief moment— and connie's eyes are overcast with lust. he doesn't have that twinkle from earlier and his grip on your hips is tighter than it was a few seconds ago.

he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against yours then dropping his knee. "that wasn't all i get for my birthday, right?"

with another roll of your eyes you shake your head. "it'd be a little rude of me to leave you like this, yeah?"

you slide down the wall until your knees hit the carpet and sit back on your shins. your delicate hands slide down connie's chest until the tips of your fingers are brushing over the buckle of his belt.

"yeah," connie's eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on the door to once again steady himself. "'d be real fuckin' rude of you."

your hands make work of his belt, unclasping the loop, unzipping the zipper and unbuttoning his pants to begin shrugging down the denim.

you had barely even started doing anything yet connie's mouth was slightly parted in anticipation. it was amusing how even the slightest touch from you could elicit a reaction out of him.

you pride yourself in this, and you take your time letting your fingertips massage the length of connie's clothed cock beneath his boxers. his body stutters overtop of you for a quick second and you move your hands to the hem of his boxers to begin pulling them down.

he's pretty; a slightly flushed tip that complimented the tan color of his skin. he's clearly already hard and you swear when your hand wraps around him his dick twitches in your touch. "god," he mumbles.

his dick is heavy in your hand, and he's thick to the touch. with a few test pumps you prop yourself up on your knees once more and place a hand over his thigh. "c'mon," his tone is encouraging yet hurrying, needy.

you click your tongue at him before using it to kitten lip his tip, like you were just trying to get a taste. connie hisses above you and drops his hand down to the top of your head.

"c'mon, we can't take too long with everyone still down there."

you know he's only saying so because he wants to feel your mouth around him. he's only being needy because it's something he'd been craving over the course of a few months. you are something he had been craving and now that you were under him he wanted all of you, starting with what you were willing to give which happened to be your pretty throat.

nevertheless, he's the birthday boy and you want to help pleasure him, making him feel a euphoric feeling that you know he's longed for.

you stick your tongue out and slap his tip against the flat of your tongue, and connie lets out another short groan, his fingers scrunching your hair.

connie shudders from above you and you almost feel bad for teasing him. you let the warmth of your mouth consume him completely— well, as far as you can while your hand works at the remainder.

"yeah, yeah..." he hums and he opens his eyes again to look down at you.

your mouth around him felt heavenly, and the image of you sucking him off was even better; cheeks hollowed out and hand pumping his length.

you were so pretty.

connie brings the hand in your hand down to your cheek to feel himself through the skin, his tip pressed up against the inside of your cheek as he slightly rolls his hips forward to fuck in your mouth gently.

you pull off of him, pushing spit to the front of your mouth and letting your saliva drip onto his cock.

"fuck, you can't do that," he whines and rubs his tip against your lips until you open up again for him and his hand returns to your hair. "stick your tongue out."

you obey. using the leverage he has on your locks, he pushes deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head as he thrusts forward. small moans leave connie's lips. he's infatuated with the way your tongue slides against his underside as you try your best to relax your throat to let him in.

he loves it, loves how your mouth is so wet and sloppy around him, how it feels so good to be inside you— and he wants to feel every part of you, not stopping at your mouth.

saliva drips from the corner of your mouth and you try to suppress the gags that try to come up. you whimper from underneath connie, and he pulls out to give you a minute to breath.

it's funny how he's breathing harder then you his chest heaving. "that fuckin' mouth,"

you give a slight smile at the compliment, pleased to know you were pleasing him.

"i need it s'more."

what kind of person would you be if you didn't give the birthday boy what he wanted?

so you give him more, using connie's thighs to keep yourself steady, relaxing yourself and breathing through your nose as you let connie fuck your mouth.

he becomes erratic, the grip he has on your hair is slightly painful but you know he's too caught up in his lust, too caught up in the haven that was your throat.

he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't warn you when he's about to cum and you only know by the way his cum spills down your throat making you cough and pull off of him.

what you could only assume was a "sorry" comes from him as he calms down, pulling up his boxers and jeans but forgetting to buckle his belt. his hand reached out for you to grab it.

you take it and he pulls you up until you're almost at his height again, that same dumb smile on his face. "did you like your present?" you hum after you clear your throat.

"duh..." his thumb comes up to wipe at the saliva around your mouth before pushing the digit between your lips. you waste no time entertaining him, sucking your spit up and popping off of his thumb. "you thinkin' you could gimme something else though?"

you snort, "what happened to we couldn't take too long cause everyone's downstairs?"

"i'm still hard, it's my birthday, i really don't give a fuck who's downstairs." his words contradict his earlier statement but you brush it off, pulling him by the string of his jacket and pressing another peck to his lips.

"get in the bed birthday boy."

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Twisted 24 - Where Your Secrets Hide [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.

Word Count: 5100

Summary: Everyone has demons.

You were used to waking up early in the morning, but you weren’t used to waking up feeling this happy. You heaved a sigh as you turned in bed, snuggling closer to Spencer, making him chuckle as you smiled up at him.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he rasped out, reaching out to brush a piece of hair behind your ear as you yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

“What time is it?”

“It’s still early,” he said “You can sleep some more.”

“No, this is better than sleeping,” you muttered into his chest and his fingers caressed your hair.

“No nightmares?”

You shook your head slightly and made yourself comfortable in his arms,

“Nope,” you said, entwining your fingers with his, “I believe I owe you breakfast, professor.”

“Maybe later,” he murmured as a lazy smile pulled at his lips, “Let’s just stay here like this for a while.”

“Why?”

“It’s peaceful.”

You thought your heart melted, but you nodded before he raised your hand to press a kiss on your knuckles.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked you after a moment of silence and you pulled your brows together.

“Hm?”

“The… the break up.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, the last traces of sleep clearing out from your mind as you pursed your lips.

“Why did you think I wanted to break up?” you asked back quietly and he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, deep in thought.

“It’s just…” he murmured, “I think you were right, I let your father manipulate me. That’s why I was so angry-“

“Wait, my father?” you interrupted him and pulled yourself up to sit up in the bed, the sheets wrapped around your body, “What does he have to do with that?”

He hesitated for a moment, then sat up as well, resting his back on the bedframe.

“He talks a lot about you, during those sessions,” he said, “And after we started dating, he kept taunting me about you.”

“Taunting you?” you repeated, “You never told me about that.”

“I didn’t take it seriously until that night.”

“How exactly was he taunting you?”

“He kept talking about how you tend to get bored very quickly,” he said, “He said when you-when you know you have something, you want to get rid of it, because it stops being interesting. So when you said it was going too fast and that you didn’t love me…”

“You thought he was right.” You finished his sentence for him, biting inside your cheek. He furrowed his brows, his hazel eyes focused on you.

“He doesn’t know me,” you shook your head, “As much as he thinks otherwise. He has that…that version of me in his head that he believes is real, but it’s not.”

“I know that,” he said, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand and you stole a look at him.

“Do you?”

“It was more about my insecurities, not whether he knew you or not,” he admitted, “I’m sorry if I ever made you believe you were anything like him. You’re not. I swear to you, you couldn’t be more different.”

You swallowed thickly, “I hope you’re right.”

“I know I am right.”

You hesitated for a second, “Well you might know that but in return, I know that you love me,” you said with your nose up in the air, “No take backs. I heard it.”

He stared at you with an amused smile, his brows raised, “Why would I want to take it back?”

You scrunched up your nose and shrugged your shoulders, Spencer leaning in to brush his lips against yours. Your quiet sigh turned into a squeal when he got on top of you, making you giggle and you reached out to push back a curl falling over his eyes, his gaze almost too hot on you.

“I am very, very hopelessly in love with you. No take backs.” he murmured and you tried to ignore the burning in your eyes, quickly blinking back the tears.

“So in other words, you have a lot of oxytocin for me professor.”

His head dropped to your shoulder for a moment as if that joke physically hurt him before he heaved a sigh and raised his head again to look at you better, bowing to the inevitable.

“Mm hm,” he nodded, humoring you, “Yes sweetheart, I have a lot of oxytocin for you.”

You let out a small laugh, closing your eyes as he kissed your neck, but before you could enjoy it the doorbell rang, making both of you freeze.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t give us any spare keys!” Kenzie called out and you groaned, running a hand over your face.

“Unbelievable,” you said as Spencer rolled off of you, “For what it’s worth, I didn’t give them keys to avoid this exact situation.”

“I feel like we would have to put you in witness protection to avoid this situation,” Spencer stated and you grabbed your long dressing gown off the chair to quickly to put on while he started getting dressed, you checked yourself in the mirror, then left the bedroom to open the front door.

“Auntie Y/N!” Lily rushed to you and you lifted her up,

“Morning bug!”

“I’m mad at mommy.”

“Big fight with Mina,” Kenzie shot you a look, “Help, please.”

“Hmm, what did your mommy do now?” you asked Lily, holding her tight as you walked to the open kitchen and as soon as you saw the knives on the living room floor, you motioned at Kenzie without letting Lily see them. Kenzie gawked at the knives, then threw the cashmere blanket on the couch onto them and pushed it with her foot.

“What the fuck?” she mouthed and you shook your head before you turned to Lily.

“Bug, what happened?”

She shrugged her shoulders, her lips pulled into a pout and kept her arms wrapped around your neck, holding you tight.

“I’m mad.”

“What happened?” you asked Kenzie and she shook her head.

“She wanted to stay up late, Mina said she had school tomorrow so she had to go to bed early,” she murmured, “Huge tantrum last night, and today she refuses to eat breakfast.”

“Oh but aren’t you hungry?” you pressed a kiss into Lily’s hair as she shook her head, “How about pancakes, hm? Or hey, chocolate milk?”

She shook her head again and Kenzie heaved a sigh.

“Baby you need to eat something before school, we talked about this-“ she started but she was cut off when your bedroom door opened and Spencer stepped into the living room. Kenzie’s jaw dropped and Lily frowned, still holding onto you.

“Hi.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair as if trying to look presentable and gave Kenzie a tight lipped smile while you cleared your throat.

“Kenzie, Spencer.”

Lily gasped as soon as she heard his name and wiggled in your arms so that you would put her down, then she ran to Spencer and extended her hand.

“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Lily!”

A big smile pulled at Spencer’s lips as if he was in awe, and he crouched down to her level, shaking her hand.

“Whoa, that’s a cool name! Nice to meet you too, I’m Spencer.”

“That’s my mama!” Lily pointed at Kenzie enthusiastically, “My mommy is at work. Are you Auntie Y/N’s prin-“

“Lily!” you cut her off, “Come here honey, you’re going to eat something.”

She frowned, “No!”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Kenzie told Spencer, “I heard you’ve met my wife. Don’t worry, I’m the polite one.”

Spencer stole a look at you and nodded at Kenzie, “Hi, nice to meet you too.”

“So, do you still think one of us is the-“ Kenzie cleared her throat as she saw Lily making her way to you, “K-i-l-l-e-r?”

Lily looked up at you, trying to understand the word, “Keener?”

“Boring grown up talk,” you answered her, and Spencer took a breath.

“It’s a part of my job,” he said as if apologizing, “We checked your alibis though, nothing suspicious-”

“Excuse me please, do you really catch bad guys?” Lily interrupted him, clearly too excited to wait, standing on her tiptoes while you put the coffee on and placed three cups on the kitchen island. You looked down when you felt her tugging at your hand, and lifted her up into your arms again.

“Sorry,” you mouthed at Spencer but he looked like he was really interested in talking to her.

“That’s right, I do.”

“Like a superhero?” Lily tilted her head and pointed at his hair, “Superheroes don’t have messy hair.”

“Lily!” Kenzie said, “That’s very rude.”

Spencer let out a laugh, shaking his head, “It’s fine, don’t worry,” he assured Kenzie and you smiled.

“I think his hair is pretty, bug,” you said, “Now how about some milk?”

Lily scrunched up her face, the expression almost too familiar to yours whenever you didn’t want something, “No.”

“Honey, you have school and then the ballet practice, you need fuel.”

“No! I can eat later.”

Spencer checked his pockets, then reached out to pull a coin from behind Lily’s ear, “I suppose you might need this then?”

The way Lily’s eyes widened and how she gasped was too sweet, and she stared at him with her mouth agape, then turned to Kenzie,

“Mama, Auntie Y/N’s boyfriend is a magician!”

Kenzie repressed a chuckle, “Yeah, I would say so.”

“Show me magic!”

“Lily.”

“Please show me magic?” Lily hastily corrected herself when Kenzie said her name warningly as you put her down and Spencer tilted his head.

“Do you promise to have breakfast? Some milk, at least?”

Lily nodded fervently and Spencer looked at you,

“Do you have a pen and paper?”

“On the coffee table,” you said and Lily grabbed his hand, then dragged him away from the kitchen to the living room. Kenzie leaned against the kitchen island.

“So, I assume this means you got back together.”

“Last night, yeah,” you whispered with a grin and Kenzie awed.

“Told you,” she said as you filled the coffee cups, then took a sip, still keeping your eyes on Spencer and Lily. She looked like she was hypnotized as he showed her the drawing, putting the pen through the paper but when he pulled it back, the paper was still intact. Lily gasped, covering her mouth and it looked like both of them were having so much fun that it was impossible to look away, an unfamiliar, yet pleasant feeling you couldn’t put your finger on spreading through you, warming your stomach.

“Oh shit,” Kenzie’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your eyes snapped back to her.

“Hm?”

“I know that look,” she said with a smile, “Way too well.”

You blinked a couple of times, then it dawned on you.

“Oh it’s not like that,” you cleared your throat, “I can’t— I’m not supposed to. Mina and I made a deal about that ages ago, after that whole thing with dad.”

“You mean that hypothetical deal you made when you were teens?” Kenzie asked, “No children, because what if they turn out like your dad?”

You nodded and Kenzie rolled her eyes.

“I said the same thing to Mina,” she said, “You keep saying you don’t want your dad to dictate your life or have any influence on you, but you’re willing to let him stand between you and something you want?”

Your eyes wandered to Lily who was carefully listening to Spencer, her tongue sticking out a little as she turned the paper over.

“We’re talking about the man who messed up your whole childhood,” Kenzie said, “Don’t let him control your decisions too. That’s giving him too much power.”

“But that could still be a possibility, you know that.”

“Let me ask you something, do you think Lily could grow up to become like your father?”

You frowned, “Absolutely not! Are you kidding me? She’s-“

“There’s your answer.”

“But you were the one who carried out the pregnancy.”

“Yeah and me and Mina are the ones who are raising her,” she said, “Genes don’t mean anything in this, okay? You know it deep down, you’re just way too scared to admit it. If you don’t want your child to be evil, then don’t fucking raise them to be evil. I swear to you, it’s simple as that.”

“We had a deal, right?” Spencer asked Lily and she heaved a sigh dramatically, then ran to you with Spencer following her.

“Can I have some chocolate milk?” she asked and you stole a look at Spencer, then filled a glass of chocolate milk.

“There you go,” you said and she downed it, then put the glass on the kitchen island and wiped her mouth, already looking up Spencer, her eyes shining with hope.

“Will you show me more?”

“Maybe later,” Kenzie said as she stood up, “But now, you have school. Thank you so much for this Spencer, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, no problem,” Spencer chuckled, “I didn’t like eating much when I was a kid either, had to be bribed.”

“I was the exact opposite,” Kenzie said, “Hey, speaking of eating, you should join us for dinner sometime.”

Your eyes widened, “Uh- Kenz-“

“You can’t hide him forever,” she teased you, “Spencer?”

“I’d love to,” he nodded and you pulled your brows together, completely confused.

“Wait, really?” you asked as Kenzie pulled you into a hug.

“I’ll bring your magnets the next time,” she murmured to your ear and you pulled back to stare at her.

“Didn’t you-?”

“Please,” she waved a hand, “I learned how to detect dramatics of your family long time ago. We’ll see you later.”

“See you Spencer!” Lily said, holding Kenzie’s hand, already telling her everything about Spencer’s magic tricks by the time they left your apartment. You handed him a cup of coffee and the sugar jar, then shifted your weight.

“Sorry about that,” you said, earning a quizzical look from him, “The dinner thing wasn’t my idea. You seriously don’t have to.”

“You don’t want that?” he asked and you blinked a couple of times.

“Oh no, I’d love to,” you said quickly, “It’s just that I don’t want you to think it’s going too fast or anything. I once dated a guy who said let’s not make any plans about the future when I told him we should go see a movie that weekend, and it was Wednesday.”

He scoffed a laugh and pulled you closer, making you look up at him.

“You know I’m not running for the hills, right?” he murmured, his thumb tracing your cheekbone and you smiled softly.

“God knows why.”

A playful light glimmered in his eyes, “It’s the oxytocin.”

“It’s the oxytocin!” you gasped, “See? I knew you’d agree!”

He opened his mouth to probably answer your overly excited and yet very wrong statement, but then his phone started ringing and he frowned at the screen before taking it to his ear.

“Luke?” he said as your wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your forehead on his chest while he pressed a quick kiss on top of your head, “Today? Yeah, I can ask— no, Tara doesn’t need to call her, I can just—“ he was soon cut off when your phone started ringing and you looked over your shoulder but Spencer cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as your phone stopped ringing.

Even you could hear Luke’s very loud “Finally, doc!” coming from the other line and the tips of his ears went pink, making you smirk.

“Are you free today?” Spencer asked you and you shrugged your shoulders, then motioned at him to hand you the phone.

“You know something Alvez, if you want to ride my car again you can just say so,” you stated as you pressed the phone to your ear, hearing Luke’s chuckle, “You don’t have to come up with excuses.”

“See, we have to get along better from now on trust fund baby,” he shot back and you rolled your eyes, “Not that I like you or anything, it’s just the circumstances.”

“Mm hm. How do you want your croissant?”

“You’re an angel.”

“Yeah yeah, where are we going?” you asked, “Let me guess, another crime scene? Creepy cabin? Dad owned a haunted house with a demon doll in it and I didn’t know?”

“Just the office.”

“Because you’re planning a wedding and you need my help?”

“No, because we need you to look at some pictures of graves.”

“Just once call me for something happy,” you deadpanned, “Fine. I can only drop by after my meetings, so around 6?”

“That works. Hey, I want my croissant to be like the one you brought Garcia that day-“ he said hastily and you hung up, shaking your head.

“You guys owe me,” you said sulkily, giving him the phone and you made your way to the bedroom to change.

***

The rest of the day was not similar to your morning bliss at all. It was almost chaotic, and knowing that you would eventually have to end the day looking at graveyard photos for any clues of your father’s murders didn’t help the situation.

But at least Spencer would be there. That was a relaxing thought.

“You cannot be serious,” Mina’s voice filled the car as you kept driving, rolling your eyes at the screen.

“I know, I know…”

“You couldn’t wait for the next month?”

You frowned “What? What’s happening next month?”

“Mom won the bet because you decided to get back together with your ex this early.”

“What the-“ you took a deep breath “Mina, please don’t tell me you had a bet about my love life.”

“I have suffered your love drama for my whole life, I thought I could at least get something in return. I said you’d get together next month, Kenz said you’d get together sooner, mom said this month.”

“Well I’m glad you guys were enjoying my misery,” you pointed out, “What was the prize?”

“We will all attend Nolan’s company party thing.”

“I said nothing about-“

“It’s your turn,” she reminded you, “The only catch is, now me and Kenz have to be there too because you couldn’t control your hormones for another two weeks.”

“This is coming from the person who hooks up with her wife in the bathroom during every fancy event we are dragged into.”

“You’re tragically wrong.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah it’s not just the bathroom, we sometimes go to the yard if it has a dark spot or the car. We spice it up.”

You shook your head slightly, “Right, my bad,” you muttered as you pulled over, “Okay, I gotta go so you’ll have to wait until I’m done to bitch at me.”

“Ah that’s okay. Speaking of bitching, when is the dinner happening?”

“Not soon if I can help it.”

“Y/N, come on.”

“You and mom and Nolan would eat him alive.”

“He’s handled things worse than us.”

“I doubt that.”

“I mean you’re going to have to introduce him sooner or later, after what he said to Lily.”

You turned your head, suddenly distracted as you unbuckled your seatbelt, “Hm?”

“Ah he didn’t tell you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Apparently, while he was doing a magic trick, Lily asked him if she could wear pink to your wedding.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and you covered your mouth, “What?”

“Yep.”

“What- what did Spencer-?”

“He said of course.” Mina stated, making your heart skip a beat, “Lily was running around in the house the last time Kenzie called me, apparently she wants her pink dress now.”

You couldn’t help but smile, then shook your head at yourself, “It’s just… he didn’t mean it I’m sure,” you stammered, “You know how Lily is, one look at her and you want to give her everything she wants.”

“Don’t I know it…” she muttered, “But just so you know, Kenzie told mom about it and she really wants to have a family dinner.”

You buried your face into your hands, “Unbelievable.”

“Just so you know, I probably won’t be nice.”

“Never thought you would be,” you grumbled and hung up. Your heart was still pacing in your chest but you took a deep breath, trying to convince yourself it was just Spencer humoring Lily, then you grabbed the paper bag from the backseat, and left the car to make your way into the building. After going through the security and getting your visitor card, you got in the elevator and pressed on the button, nervously tapping your foot on the floor.

Thankfully, Garcia was the first one to greet you the minute elevator doors opened.

“Hi!” she hugged you when you stepped out, and you smiled.

“Hi there.”

“I saw you coming from the security cameras, what’s up?”

“I’m good, you?”

“I’m fine. So I’m guessing me slipping the top secret information about your break up led to something good?”

You grinned, “Yeah, I think so,” you admitted and handed her the small box of croissant, making her giggle “And since I’m such a nice person-“

“Y/N you’re here- wait, where’s mine?” Luke called out from upstairs and rushed downstairs, “Where’s mine?”

Garcia shook her head slightly and you put the paper bag on the table before taking out another small box from inside of the bag.

“Here you go. Whipped cream and fresh strawberries.”

“Yes!” Luke pumped his fist in the air and you leaned back to Spencer’s desk, looking around.

“Where’s-“

“Your boyfriend?” Luke asked with a mouthful of croissant, grinning like a boy and you wiggled your brows.

“Yeah, where’s my boyfriend?”

Garcia squealed, “Ah I will never get tired of hearing this!” she turned to Luke, “Our good doctor as a boyfriend!”

“But it’s weird! I mean is it like a….” Luke searched for the right words, “Intellectual thing?”

You tilted your head, “Nah man, it’s pretty physical.”

“Oh God I did not need to hear this,” Garcia blinked a couple of times, “Nope, I was wrong.”

“I have a naughty scientist costume in my closet.”

“I’m begging you to stop.” Luke lowered the croissant, making a face and you let out a laugh.

“So, where’s he?”

“Emily called him to her office, they were talking about this new case. Might be related to the copycats-“ Luke started but someone cleared her throat and you raised your brows to look at JJ who had approached you.

“Hi guys, would you mind giving us a moment?” she asked and Luke and Garcia exchanged glances before Garcia nodded.

“Sure honey. Come on newbie,” she said and tugged at his wrist so that both of them could walk away from you. You could feel your stomach sinking but you offered her a small smile, then cleared your throat.

“I’m not gonna stay long, I just came here because they said-“

“No worries, I’m not here to….attack you like that again.” JJ said quickly, “I’m actually here to apologize.”

You stared at her, unsure if you had heard her right, “Come again?”

“Listen, back at that interrogation room-“ she took a deep breath, “It wasn’t professional, and it sure as hell wasn’t nice.”

“You are under no obligation to be nice to me just because I’m dating your best friend.”

“It’s not because of that,” she said, “Not just that, at least.”

You crossed your arms, keeping silent.

“Listen, me and Spence…” she trailed off and you raised your brows, the idea that had never crossed your mind before hitting you out of nowhere.

Spencer would’ve told you. Right?

You would’ve known if-

“Ex flames?” you asked, trying your hardest to keep your voice nonchalant and she shook her head fervently.

“No no, we were never together,” she said and you let out a breath, “But I care about him so much, and I’ve watched him get hurt so many times. With addiction, with Maeve, then Cat Adams and now the slightest threat is enough to make me see red when it comes to him.”

You pulled back slightly. Spencer had never told you that much about his past, and you only knew Cat Adams as the person who had framed him, nothing more.

You had no idea who Maeve was, or his past with addiction.

“I acted on the very limited information I had back then,” she said and you tried to focus on her and not get lost in your thoughts, your heart slamming against your ribcage, “I know it might not mean anything, but I apologize for my behavior.”

You shook your head and offered her a small smile, “It does mean something,” you said, “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“Of course.”

“Hey, do you want a croissant?” you motioned at the paper bag and her smile widened,

“I do actually, I’m starving,” she said as you pulled out a small box from inside the paper bag.

“Whipped cream, fresh strawberries.”

“You’re not serious.”

“I don’t joke about pastry,” you said and she bit into it as a door opened upstairs, then Spencer walked out. He stopped dead on his tracks as soon as he saw you leaning back to his desk and you waved at him and he descended the stairs, jumping over two steps at once.

“I’ll leave you two,” JJ said and walked away as Spencer approached you.

“Hey,” he pecked you on the lips, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah!” you tried to smile and pointed at upstairs, “Shall we?”

***

Of course just looking at the pictures did nothing to stir your memory, and BAU had already decided another conversation with your father was necessary, so you would have to let them know when you were available for them to fix that meeting.

After that, it had taken Spencer one look at you to offer you to come by his place that night.

You exhaled the smoke from the open window, leaning sideways to the window sill, keeping your eyes on the city lights shining in the dark. Knowing you would have to talk to your father was nerve-racking but it wasn’t even the biggest concern for you right now.

Why did you have barely a clue about Spencer’s past, other than someone framing him for murder before he had met you?

You felt his arms wrapping around you as he nuzzled into your hair,

“Hey,” he said, “I’ve been calling your name for the third time now.”

You looked up at him, “Jesus, really?” you asked, “I’m sorry, I’m just….distracted, I guess. What were you saying?”

“Your food is going to get cold if you keep lingering here.”

You took another drag of your cigarette and nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Or should I bribe you with magic tricks too?” he asked and you let out a laugh, stubbing your cigarette in the ashtray before you put it on the coffee table and turned to him.

“Speaking of,” you said, “Did you really tell Lily she could wear pink on our very hypothetical wedding?”

“Did you really tell Lily I was your prince?” he asked back and you raised your brows, a fire creeping under your skin.

“I take back my question.”

“Mm hm, I thought so.”

A small giggle escaped from your lips as you ran your fingers through his curls, making him close his eyes for a moment before he opened them again.

“Why are you so nervous?” he asked, and you raised your brows.

“That obvious?”

“A little,” he admitted, “Is it about today? Or your father?”

“Ironically, neither.” You muttered, “At least not completely.”

He tilted his head, “What is it then?”

“Do you promise me it won’t start a fight?” you asked, “Because I don’t….we just got back together and I’m so happy and I don’t want to ruin-“

“You’re not ruining anything.” He cut you off, “Of course it won’t start a fight, what is it?”

“Do you trust me?” the simple question left your lips in a hurry and he pulled his brows together.

“What?”

“I know that you love me,” you said, then took a deep breath, “But I need to know if you trust me as well.”

“With my life.”

You shook your head, “Spencer I’m not just asking that. I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he insisted, “Of course I trust you. Completely.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought and he cupped your cheek.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You looked up at him, “I know that. Can I ask you anything as well?”

“Whatever you want to ask, yes,” he said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Because I was thinking,” you trailed off, “You know everything about me. Well- mostly everything, at least about my past and I barely know anything about yours. But it’s a two way street, right? I won’t ask you anything you don’t want to tell me, or I won’t- I won’t put a P.I. on you either, that goes without saying-“ you added hastily, making him scoff a laugh, “Which, considering everything, is an important reassurance I feel like I should give. Just in case.”

“You haven’t read that file, have you?”

You shook your head. “Of course not.”

He swallowed thickly, “What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you’re willing to tell me.”

He hesitated for a moment, “I don’t- I don’t want you to see me any differently.”

“Differently?” you repeated, gawking up at him, “Spencer, I would never.”

“It’s a lot, and I just got you back and I don’t want to lose you again, I can’t—“ he started but stopped talking when you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his, resting a hand on his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat under your palm. You pulled back and he let out a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours before brushing his lips over yours.

“There’s nothing you could do that would make me see you differently,” you murmured, “I promise you. I love you, okay? Nothing will change that.”

He nodded, as if hearing that out loud was enough to put his worries at ease, then tried to smile at you.

“You might want to sit down,” he said, “It’s going to be a long night.”

Chapter 25

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagines #twisted #spencer reid x you #spencer #reid

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bokubooo · 2 years

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hiii omg congrats on 200!! can i req smth like an an accidental confession with kuroo? (but hes the one who accidentally confesses hehe) thanks!! ily <3

hey love ok so this took SO long for me to finish I'm sorry <//3 but thanks for participating!! also the title is much more relevant than you'd think I swear-

eggs

it was wonders being that one person who had the biggest crush on the captain of the boys' volleyball team at Nekoma. yep, that would be you. you couldn't ever name one thing that attracted you to him, maybe the way he licked his lips a lot or how he never failed to make intense eye contact or maybe it was the chemistry puns or his stupid laugh. but the attraction was there and you did what you could, becoming friends with him (which happened by you asking him to tutor you which turned into a friendship).

the blossoming feelings in your heart were always there. as he laughed his stupid laugh and teased you. but what could one do when they had a crush on someone who was a friend.

maybe the many students in your classroom had been too much or maybe it wasn't and you just wanted alone time as you wandered from your classroom during lunch, bento box in hand as you let your feet lead the way, eventually leading outside to a little pathway with benches around. so you sit on a bench and start eating, reveling in the silence you enjoyed.

but soon that silence is interupted by a bed-headed idiot who sidles up out of nowhere and plops down on the bench next to you. he smiled his stupid smirk that makes your heart flutter nevertheless, his hazel eyes shining as always.

"hey sunshine, why out here all alone?"

you roll your eyes and keep eating. "maybe I enjoy the silence where I don't have to deal with rooster-headed dummies."

the rooster-headed dummy in question places a hand on his chest in mock offence before breaking into a little giggle fit, you unable to not follow because his laughter (though stupid) was contagious.

"in all seriousness, that was a true egg hunt I just had to go on, kindly do not hide in places like this where you are hard to find."

"...did you just call me an egg?"

he grins (of course he does), sniggering as he does. "maybe I did. good thing for you, I quite like eggs."

heart leaping a bit, you put on your own grin. "oh do you now? and how much would this fondness for eggs be."

"hmm, I'd say quite a lot. I love eggs. did you know eggs are high in nutritional value?"

"I did. but back to what you said, you love eggs, do you?"

the boy goes quiet, smirk replaced with a blush as he realizes his little mistake (which wasn't so much a mistake on your end).

"I mean- yeah. eggs are great."

"uh-huh. does that make me great?" all the confidence has fallen from tour voice, replaced by hopefulness. maybe this was a dumb way to find out your crush liked you back (the conversation was about eggs! eggs!!) but it was still finding out he liked you.

"I- well- I suppose in my book I'd say you're pretty great. awesome even. I mean I love eggs so- and I called you an-" he stops his sentence and the next words come out in a mutter, "are you okay with that?"

you smile a bit, eyes probably shining and face probably red, but you nod. "more than okay with it."

and then maybe he kisses you. not that good because he is kuroo tetsurou who's probably had one significant other in his life if he's ever had one but everything's okay because he does love you too and you might just explode from happiness because wow. kuroo tetsurou is in love with you.

reese's 200 event masterlist

#.reese's 200 event #kuroo t.#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader

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pcvensies · 4 years

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My número uno.

In which reader reassures Leo of how needed and important he is.

word count: 1080 + gender neutral.

trigger warnings: mentions of blood and wounds!

lúa vs ignoring the requests and writing a leo one shot ✌🏼😚 ily all im SORRY pls enjoy.

You sighed deeply, your cold feet covered only in a fuzzy pair of socks dragging through the corridors as you looked for Leo.

You’d be lying if you said you had no idea where he was, because you did. But it saddened you, the thought of it. Of him having spent another whole night in his workshop.

You rubbed your eyes as you looked at your watch, groaning at the sight of the time: 4:36 am.

The cold floor of the Argo II got warmer as you got closer and closer, and you run your hands through your hair, scratching the back of your head as you walked into the boiling room, your eyes soon falling over the boy.

He was sat on his chair, fidgeting with a pen as he looked over some papers, turning them with exhaustion in his eyes.

“Leo”, you called softly, your body resting against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

The dark haired boy didn’t look up at first, clicking his tongue and writing something on one of the papers, as if he had finally solved the hardest riddle in the world.

“Night night, cariño”, he answered as he finally turned his head to you, coal covering his nose and the side of his face he had been holding with his palm, “You’re awake?”.

You nodded slowly, the warmth of the room, but also of him, inviting you closer, and as you yawned, you walked inside.

Leo got up from his chair, a bright smile on his lips as he chuckled, and you couldn’t help embracing him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, head tucked under his chin, earning another light giggle from the boy.

“Soooo clingy”, he joked, as he struggled to hug you, not wanting to get your pyjamas dirty with oil or coal. He rubbed his palms against his pants, and just then hugged you, “Missed me too much, corazón?”.

Your boyfriend always made that kind of comments, lighthearted and flirty, but your small nod made his heart swell with happiness.

“You’ve been busy here”, you complained, the tip of your nose brushing against his slightly sweaty neck, “It’s late as fuck, also”.

You felt him hesitate when answering. You were sleepy, eyes half closed as you pressed yourself closer to him, and Leo knew you were more asleep than you were awake. Somehow, that made him behave a little seriously for once, and that adding to the way you were cuddling to his chest, made his walls crumble.

“I have to do the one thing I am good at, corazón”.

He felt you sigh softly, hands moving from his sides to his chest, then his cheeks, as you pulled away a little. You had a small frown on your face, and he pouted, wondering if he had upset you.

“Don’t say that, mi león”, you spoke, and he giggled once again at the nickname, but also at your soft look, “Are you okay?”.

“Just fixing some things Percy told me to fix, checking some stuff Jason told me to check…”.

“That’s not an answer, babe”.

His hands moved from the small of your back to your hips, fingertips drumming gently against your body as he hummed.

Even when half asleep, you could read him like an open book. All of you had weak points, your own fatal flaws that were destined to be the reason for your respective downfalls. Leo’s was feeling inferior to others, feeling less, and you could tell from miles away when the lingering, silent whisper of the thought was going through his mind.

And when it did, he’d spiral into long, unhealthy periods of non-stop work, keeping his mind busy, doing what he thought made him relevant, and useful.

“Talk to me, Leo…”, you whispered softly, thumbs caressing his cheeks.

“I can’t get the last fight off of my head”, he admitted, looking away from you, “You know, the way you all handled it so bravely. The way you all fought. And when you—”.

Your heart sank at the reminder, the side of your stomach suddenly hurting again as you became aware of the wound that healed under your shirt. You had been hurt at your last battle, and Leo had frozen right as you fell against Percy’s body, his hand covered in your blood as he tried to keep you from bleeding out.

“But I am okay, babe”, you reassured him, just when he looked back at you.

“Not thanks to me, am I right?”.

His eyes were sad, but a small smile appeared on his face as you got on your toes to kiss the tip of his nose, arms wrapping around his neck.

“I don’t remember Annabeth being the one to make me laugh so I would stay awake all the way back to the ship, though”, you spoke, and he rolled his sweet, brown eyes, “Or Frank holding my hand as I bled, or Hazel whipping away my tears as I sobbed in pain”.

You smiled softly at him, as he leaned his head down, forehead resting against yours.

“I guess that was all me”, he said softly, his frown disappearing as he closed his eyes.

“Or so I recall, yeah… You saved me, dummy. I had to get through it so I could spend the rest of my atrocious demi-god life listening to your horrible jokes”.

He cupped the side of your face softly, as he kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, and the bridge of your nose.

“They’re not horrible, please”, he chuckled, bubbly as you loved him, and you rolled your eyes.

Your lips met his, his laugh stopping just for a few seconds, and he pulled you closer, his warm palm resting on your blushed cheek as he hummed against your lips, making your shiver.

“You’ll always be my hero, Leo. None of us would be here without you, good fighter or not. You’re as important as each of the rest, you’re one of the seven... And you matter as much as any of them… You matter the most to me, dear”.

“You’ll always be my número uno, though”.

“Oh, shut up”, you laughed at his corny comment, fingers tangling with his dark curls as he laughed too.

“I love you, mi amor”, he said sweetly, pulling you into a hug, “Thank you for checking on me”.

“Always, repair boy”, you said softly, and as he giggled, he pressed his lips against yours once again.

#percy jackson #leo valdez x reader #percy jackson x reader #pjo preference #pjo imagine #pjo hc #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez one shot #percy jackson imagine #jason grace x reader #jason grace #pjo #leo valdez #percabeth

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dorcasmckinnonn · 8 months

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Nico di angelo learning how to braid Hazel's hair, and hazel almost crying when he asks her if she wants him to bc that would mean the world to me, neeks

#BC HER MOM NEVER WANTED TO OR HAD THE TIME #AND SHE NEVER HAD ANYONE LOVE HER AS MUCH AS HE DOES #im crying #no seriously hazel ily #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #hades kids #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy pjo #hoo #rick riordan #too cute #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percyjackson

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tommydarlings · 3 years

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first time

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

warnings: MxF protected sex, lil bit of dirty talk, swearing

w/c: 1.3k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: Peter parker and y/n want to take their Relationship to the next level.

Peter and I were currently in the living room with Bucky, Nat and steve when i got an idea. We are now together for only about 8 Months and we are both Virgins and i really want to take our Relationship to the next level. I just have one problem… I don´t know if Peter is ready and i don´t wanna drag him to do anything.

I mean look at him. He is so cute with his fluffy brown hair and hazel brown eyes. He just looks so innocent and i´m really not sure if he´s ready yet to take that ´step´ with me.

Of course we already talked about it together, but he´s always pretty shy and reticent about it. To be honest, i don´t even know if he is uncomfortable to talk about that topic with me or if he generally doesn´t like to talk about it. I know that he is a Virgin because he told me that, but he never told me before what his kinks are or what he just really likes in bed. I try to ask him Questions like that everyday but he never says something.

Of course i accept that but it would just be nice and important in a Relationship to know that.

Anyway, back to our current situation.

Peter sat next to me with his hand around my shoulder. I slowly put my hand on his knee as a little hint. But of course, just like Peter parker is, he didn´t got the hint.

So i moved my hand a little bit up in the near of his crotch. He just looked at me for a quick second and i smirked. „Everything okay baby?“ he asked me with his sweet and innocent voice. „I want to go to your room baby“ i answerd and bit my lip when he looked at me. He answerd a short ´okay´ before i took his hand and dragged him upstairs to his room. I locked the door immediately and pushed him on the bed and sat down on his lap.

„You want some cuddles?“ oh god, this boy is really innocent. „No, i want something better“ i answerd. „What is better than my cuddles?“ „You“ i whisperd in his ear. And that was the moment where i felt his boner start to grow.

„You s-sure?“ he stuttered with a shooked expression on his face. „I mean, only of course when you want to“ i said with a slightly nervous gaze. „Yeah, i would actully love to“ he answerd. „okay baby“ i said to him.

We both took our clothes off until we were only in our underwear anymore. I laid on my back in the bed with my Boyfriend over me. We slowly started kissing and after a few kisses, Peter started to trail kisses down my neck.

„Is this okay?“ he asked. „Yeah, feels good“ i said as he left now kisses all over my chest. He put his hands behind my back and unhooked my bra with ease. Before he took my bra off he looked me in the eyes and i nodded as a sign of permission for him to take it off. He took it off and started to trail kisses over my breasts. I moaned immediately and he started to smile like a little kid.

„Why a-are you s-smiling?“ i asked him between moans and whimpers.

„Because i made you moan baby“ he answerd with a smirk on his face. „Oh shut up pretty boy“ i told him. He went on and trailed kisses down my stomach and abdomen. „Peter please“ i begged him as he teased me with his kisses on my abdomen over my panties. „What do you want baby, use your words for me.“ Okay that was new. And fuck it turns me on. „Can you – fuck – can you please t-take my p-panties off.“ He nodded before he pulled them down and spread my legs and left kisses on both of my thights.

„Pleaseeeee“ I said to Peter. He started to leave soft kisses on my pussy but never on my clit. I started to whined and was a moaning mess. „Tell me what you need baby“ he said. „My clit, please peter“ „Okay princess“ he answerd before he gave kitten licks to my throbbing clit.

„More p-please“ i moaned. Suddenly he started to suck on my clit and it was best feeling i ever felt. „Omg, fuck yes“ i gasped for air as he started to suck and lick my sensitive clit. Suddenly i felt something in my stomach and started to squirm around. He pinned my legs down and than he said that what i needed. „Cum for me baby girl.“ I screamed out in pleasure and started to gasp for air.

He came back up and i kissed eagerly. He pulled his boxers down and i got on my knees infront of him while he sat on the bed.

„You sure you want to do this?“ he asked me with a slightly raspy voice. I nodded with my head and began to pump his cock slowly up and down.

After a few minutes and started to give his tip a few kitten licks. He started to moan and whine and that was enough for me to take his cock in my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head and controlled my moves. And that was the hottest thing i ever witnessed. I moved my head up and down and already felt his member twitching in my mouth. „I´m gonna fucking cum baby“ he moaned. A few seconds later he came directly into my mouth and i swolled the last drop. I stood back up and he put both of his hands on my cheeks and pulled me into a needy kiss. We were both such a mess, but it was so sexy.

He pulled onto my hips that i fell on my back into the bed and was over me again. He started again to leave kisses all over my neck and chest and then he stood up and searched for something in his drawer next to the bed.

„Hey, come back“ i whined with a pouty face. „I´m just searching a condom real quick princess“ he answerd. The nickname made me wet again. He came back with a condom and kneeled between my spread legs.

„Are you hundred percent sure about this baby?“ he asked me seriously.

„Yes, please peter“ i answerd as he rolled the condon on his cock and pointed it at my entrace. He slowley pushed into me and locked at my expression. I squezzed my eyes shut because it really hurt but he was really careful so it was okay for me. „Are you okay princess?“ he asked me as he stopped for a second. „Yeah, it just hurt at the beginning“ i told peter. „Tell me when i can move, okay?“ i just nodded with my head and after i felt comfortable enough i told him to move. At first it felt kinda weird, but after a few minutes i just felt pleasure all over my body. He begann to thrust into me faster and i started to moan immediately. „Oh fuck, please please please“ i moaned out.

„That´s it princess, fuck, c´mon cum for me“ he said. That was all i needed before a wave of pleasure went trough my whole body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when i heard peter´s moans as he came.

We laid beside each other after we cleaned everything up and just cuddled for a while before peter broke the silence beetwen us.

„Thank you for that baby, i love you“

Oh my god. Did he just said ´i love you´? That was the first time he said that to me. But before i could even think about freaking out, i said that…

„Thank you too baby, i love you too“

And i really do love him.

a/n: Hope you like this one! That was my first time writing smut so please don´t hate! I will probably create more links were you can vote, so u guys can choose what i should write next! My requests are open, so u can ask for any kind of one-shot anytime! ily, liz <3

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker smut #smut #smutty #marvel #18+#first time #i kinda like it #cute #peter parker fluff #enjoy #oneshot

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bisexual-chupacabra · 3 years

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So I started the Umbrella Academy because I was bored and I just finished episode 5(which o-so-cleverly is named "number five" ya gotta love a good pun) and these are more unsolicited thought on how the series is going so far:

-imma just start out by saying KLAUS MY BBY ITS GONNA BE OK ILYSM.

- seriously we need to form a Klaus protection squad. is there already one? can I join?

- but fr what happened?? this time travel stuff is crazy. Who is Dave did he like fall in love with this Dave person in the 60s?? How did he join the army in the 60s? Why did he? and importantly how did he get back??

- moving on from Klaus(tho the Klaus protection squad idea is still very much open) I'm kinda confused about Luther still, like now we know the weird giant thing he has going but what was his power before? And what was he doing on the moon?

- Luther is kinda a eh character for me right now. He's not particularly interesting or relatable for me and his whole number 1 thing is a tad annoying but I don't hate him or anything.

- I feel so bad for Diego! That detective seemed so cool, I'm trying really hard to hate cha-cha and hazel like I know they killed people and might be the bad guys but I kinda like their characters. Is that weird? It's probably weird lol.

- On the subject of Diego I like him more now he still is kind of a prick(ngl they all are lol) but he seems to have more character than just his "I'm a strong superhero" attitude.

- Ok ya know what? I like hazel he's like a big ol' teddy bear...who has a murderous streak.

- VANYA. WHOA SHE GOT POWERS?? Is this having to do with the no more pills??

-Okay so on the note of Vanya's powers I feel like I know it has to do with sound and that Leonard person(who I don't like at all I MEAN HE LITERALLY HAS A BODY IN HIS ATTACK)

-WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS LEONARD HE IS FREAKY HE BEEN SCARING ME SINCE THAT THING WITH ALLISON AND THEN THE PILLS HE HAS GOT TO BE WORKING WITH SOMEONE.

- Allison ohhh Allison, I know your intentions were good BUT don't stalk somebody without telling your sister, like it was very obvious where that was going.

- at the same time ily and stay strong your gonna see your daughter again hun I'll kick your ex's ass.

- WHAT IS GOING WITH GRACE?? I get that she's a machine and she started to have errors but is really dead? Pogo fixing her must mean something.

- Also Pogo kinda shady, is he a bad guy too damn it?

-Also I have decided Grace is kinda like a more depressing version of Janet from the Good Place.

-What is in the box that Klaus stole? What's gonna happen with that?

- Why are these time people so desperate for the apocalypses to happen?

- I don't fully understand what Five agreed to but it sounded like the apocalypses is still gonna happen he just bargained for his family's safety. Regardless it did make me like him more.

- This has become crazy long so last point I swear, I STILL NEED DOLARES EXPLAINED TO ME. I mean was that just Five coping?? Or is there something more there?

- anyway I like it so far its pretty ridiculous at some points but overall the story is really good and I'm not sure where is gonna go but I'm interested to find out lol. Sorry for my weird rant no one I know is watching it and I needed to get more of my confusion and thoughts out lmao.

#random thoughts no one asked for #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #number 5 #tua netflix #ben hargreeves

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joyfuldolann · 4 years

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dasanidolan: concept: popular football grayson and shy reader thanks ily💖

hi! my first ask wow! thank u ily 2 🥺

warnings: shy!y/n footballplayer!gray pure fluff and cuteness

you were walking down the yellow painted walls on your way to your schools crowded cafeteria. your phone buzzed in your back pocket, as you grabbed it and unlocked it, you bumped into something hard.

you looked up and saw the one and only grayson dolan.

you and him had been friends in middle school, but had moved in different paths, him practicing for varsity football and you getting more into writing, meaning less communication, leading the friendship to an end.

“sorry y/n i wasn’t watching where i was going, you ok?” you bit your lip nervously as he spoke.

“m’okay, sorry, was my fault.” you shyly said looking at the ground avoiding eye contact.

“no, it was mine-”

“gray! coach chase asked where you’re at. come on!” one of graysons friends yelled.

“be right there.” he yelled back, now looking down at you, “you sure you’re okay?” you looked up, nodding.

“mhm yea.”

he pat your arm twice smiling, “k well its been awhile, so lets maybe catch up soon?”

your heart swelled with happiness as you smiled and whispered back, “sure.”

his beat up black converse squeaked on the marbeled floor as he did a 180, headed for his friend.

as you walked to lunch to meet your friend kelsey, you blushed as the little incounter replayed in your head over and over.

“so im going on a date with nathan and i was wondering if you’d let me set u up with his best friend...”

kelsey is what you’d call an extrovert, she loves outtings and dressing up for them. she has beautiful dark brown skin with short curly hair, always clipped back in the front with clips. her outfits were always perfect, today a green maxi skirt with a pink tank top and a soft green jacket, zipped up half way to comply with the schools dress code. her lips glossy and eyeliner perfect as always.

“kels i seriously am not interested in putting myself out there right now. im focused on exams.” you whined, hoping kelsey would forget it.

“y/n please. just do it for me, just do it for yourself! have some fun! you’ll still be able to study for exams.” she pouted. you rolled your eyes knowing there was no way out of the conversation without her winning.

so you agreed.

you decided on a short and flowy light pink dress that went down mid-thigh and some frilly socks with black platform mary janes. you curled your hair and clipped in pink glittery clips. you grabbed your phone and headed outside, jittery with butterflies circling in your stomach.

“girl you look good! hop in.” kelsey smiled. she wore a short purple dress, similar to yours but tighter that made her look even more perfect, along with fuzzy purple heels with little purple butterflys attached.

“you too kels.” you smiled back as she turned up the radio in her nissan rogue that she got when she turned 16.

as you guys arrived, you started to wonder who she had set you up with, not thinking about it till now.

she could tell you were tense. “loosen up, have fun!” she laughed while unbuckling her seatbelt and opening her car door.

you sighed and opened your door and got out, turning back to the car to grab your phone, but you heard a familiar voice.

“hey y/n, catching up a little sooner then i had thought. you look really pretty tonight...”

you turned around. “grayson?” his hazel eyes looking at you softly.

“thats me angel” he smirked.

a/n: yes no?