#Blake Shelton x Reader

[babygirl-riley]

The Riley’s

You surprise a new Riley in the family.

“He’s a four legged tracking machine.”

simon x reader guide

simon x reader family edition

Warnings: swearing and fluff

You couldn’t resist, you were alone for two months now. Which is pretty normal for how Simon’s job is. So you went to a couple of shelters, animal shelters. Originally it was to check out what type of dogs were out there. Simon and you talked about it before, that if there was a dog present that it would not be some small yappy one.

Simon hated the small dogs, thought they were to tiny and he could squash them by accident when walking around. Which was fair, he was a large man in stature. So just looking for ideas wasn’t suppose to have the end goal you got.

It was a loud shelter many dogs barking and howling. It broke your heart to see them, some were cowering in the corner others up against the fence. You would look at the names Sparky, Jack, Velma, Cupcake. Really odd names. However there was one that made you stop in your tracks.

Riley. You looked into the cage to find a German Shepard, at first he was cautious on when you stopped. Glaring and still. “He used to be a military dog actually,” The woman said behind you. “We might have to put him down soon cause he is getting aggressive.”

You smiled and turned to her. “Can I walk him?”

She stared at you for a minute and shook her head. “I don’t know he isn’t for sale.”

You chuckled. “No worries just one walk and if he snaps then don’t worry about it.”

The lady shrugged and walked to grab a leash. You turned back to the dog who still hasn’t moved. Just staring, you kneeled down and looked at him. Tried to read his eyes. Curious was behind them yet cautious at the same time. “Hey bud,” You whispered. “It’s alright, I’m here to take you home.”

The dog stared unsure before sitting down waiting until the door opened. You watched as the lady cautiously took the dog and handed the leash to you. You grabbed it and he walked with you, he was next to you the whole time. When you looked at him he would look away but when you didn’t he sniffed you.

It reminded you of Simon, cautious and curious. When you both started to date Simon was standoffish yet caring at the same time. You knew nothing of him until damn near 2 years of the relationship. Didn’t know his family was killed until marriage. You could tell how similar the personality between Simon and Riley really was. You guess that’s what the military can do to you. Give you horrible things to twist your mind into think no one is trusted.

Not once for the hour you were with him he was aggressive. You pulled the lady aside and talked about taking him home. She explained that he doesn’t like children or other pets. Luckily for him neither of those were there, she explained that the personality would come out and she expected for him to be back.

You negotiated and bought him, he followed you to the car, hopping in normally. The drive home was nice, he sat and watched the world go by. “Ya know your new dad is military,” You spoke looking over for Riley to be laying down. “You two will get along just fine.”

Riley was to himself a lot of the time, you would feed him and taking him for walks. He wasn’t loving at first until 2 weeks later. He would play with you and cuddle up to you when it was time for bed. Would growl if he felt someone was too close to you when walking. Eventually you tested to see how trained he was. Learned he knew the basic things but also knew how to do protection tricks.

Simon didn’t expect when he pulled home to hear a deep growl at the door when putting his keys in. He wanted to surprise you if being home early, Simon even checked if it was the right house. The growl was deep, a warning. It was dark out, late very very late. So maybe he was hearing things, it wasn’t until he heard you tell something to sit.

“Simon!” You yelled swinging in for a hug. He hugged you back but all he could see is that dog. The dog that was glaring at him for a moment.

“What’s that?”

You turned smiling before biting down on his lower lip. “So I got lonely,” You stated walking over to Riley petting his head. “I wasn’t going to buy a dog but something ironic happened.”

Simon watched as the dog scooted closer to you. Still cautious of him, Simon was just a big man, he rarely wore his mask at home. Takes it off in his truck unless he was extremely tired. “What is it?” He said again.

“His name is Riley.”

Simon was shocked, you were joking, there is no way his name was that. That would be very strange and interesting. “Really?”

You nodded and grabbed his dog tag and his name was engraved. He was a beautiful dog. He walked up to the dog, at first the dog froze then sniffed his hand. Simon let it do whatever as he growled lowly before walking away. You sucked in your lips. “He will get used to you.”

Simon hoped it would be awful to have a pet that tolerated him. For the couple of weeks he was there, Riley slowly got closer to him. Riley followed him everywhere, bathroom, back hard when mowing, on the side of his bed. All of it. Hell Riley would watch football with Simon.

Riley and Simon started to do more training. Taught him how to search, would hide little things of yours, eventually you as Riley searched. Slowly Riley would leave with Simon to the base, slowly would not be at home.

You rolled your eyes humorously. “He hated you.”

Simon scoffed. “He was shy.”

You laughed placing the noodles on each plate. You frowned. “You promise you both come back safe? Intact?”

Simon frowned as well. He knew how you felt when you both talked about what would Riley do, stay at home. That was your only thing, he didn’t need to go out and fight anymore. He did it when he was younger. However Riley has been anxious been doing things that Simon noticed that the other canines would do. Especially when they retired.

Price watched Simon and Riley together on the base. Riley was a good tracking dog and really good at attacking as well. So Price pulled Simon aside and asked how he felt about Riley joining 141. Simon said he would love to but he would have to ask the Misses.

At first you walked away from him, angry of course. Simon knew not to follow you, that he got you that upset to retreat to the bedroom. So he waited. Until you came out and asked what Riley would do. He explained that he would only go on missions that needed the enemy to be found. Capture or kill.

You would listen sit and made tea for both of you as you both negotiated on what would happen. You sighed again. “It would only be for those missions. Some I will know ahead some I won’t. Just like normally.” Simon explained holding her hands. “Ya seen him. He walks around the house like he needs something. He just got into the planets last week.” Simon explained.

You looked outside remembering him bringing in a whole bush of flowers. Dirt and a fucked up backyard. Riley would start destroying things after one paw of his stepped into the base. He wanted more. Needed more. More energy. You frowned looking down at Riley. Riley wagged his tail looking up at you.

“Dogs don’t need to fight the wars Si.” You whispered petting Riley.

Simon nodded his head. “I agree lovie, unfortunately he has already been trained it wouldn’t be his firs’. He would be a good asset.”

You watched as Riley licked your hand. Like he was reassuring you, like he was telling you it was fine. “Alright, only for those missions. But I next time Simon I am getting a yippy and you can’t do shit.”

Simon shook his head chuckling lowly. “No I don’t think so sweethear’”

Simon thought you were kidding but three months later, you brought home a tiniest dog. Yorkie of all dogs. Simon now knows not to take the dogs with him to base. Well Riley fell in love with the little bugger. Eventually Simon did as well having both dogs near him.

You came home from grocery shopping and while walking in you saw the dogs and him sleeping. Riley laid at the end of his feet while Hallie laid on his chest. You scoffed, pulling out your phone, clicking the picture. You smiled as you sent it to Price stating you will have a drug locator too.

[littleplantfreak]

Wait for the tone, you know what to do~

Pairing: Umemiya Hajime x reader

Tags: SFW and no cws I think!

Word count: About 1.0k

So it's a songfic! I listened to Austin by Blake Shelton and knew if anyone would wait for you even after a year, it'd be him. I followed the song pretty much to a T

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It had been a year since you left him. The feelings from back then still haunt you, but you thought they would've been long gone by now. You were an idiot, to be clear. You got so scared of how hard you fell for him and how good he was for you that you ran a few towns away without so much as an apology.

Since you'd left, though, the bed feels cold and hollow, or maybe that's just you and you're not sure if it's a good idea, but you decided to call him. If he changed his number, you wouldn't blame him in the least. This was your fault after all. He was so in love with you back then, he looked at you as if you'd brought the sun out every day, and put it to sleep every night. You fiddle with the necklace he gave you on your first anniversary, the one you still haven't brought yourself to take off, even on the few dates you've tried to go on. If he answers, great; if he doesn't...you're not sure what to say.

The phone rings three times, and you hold your breath as you hear the sound of his voice mail.

"Hey! If it's Hiragi, I'm teaching the kids to swim over at the gym down the street," and you can't help but puff out a laugh. Of course, he is. "It was a last minute thing since the regular teacher got sick, so meet me there if you wanna grab a drink tonight! Oh, but if it's Sakura, I'm still having that barbecue tomorrow night, and yes, you and your girlfriend are invited and then some. Bring as many plus ones as you want! It's gonna be an amazing night. If it's anyone else, just leave me a message." You hear a slight pause before you almost press the button to hang up. "...If it's ___, I still love you." and your breathing stops at the way he sounds. His voice is still so full of affection; it sounds the same as the day you left, and you drop your phone by accident. The screen is shattered, but you can tell it hung up. The spidery cracks of the glass in your heart stabbing and slicing at the wound you'd tried so desperately to close, reopen it from only seven words. Seriously, this guy...who even says that?! Who knows how long and how many times he'd changed his recording and still kept that in there.

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It takes three days for you to get a new phone and get it activated and synced up. You can't just text him. That is in no way a text conversation, you tell yourself. Let's try this again. Three rings, just like before. Okay, here we go; you brace yourself, wondering if it'll be the same one from a few days ago.

"If it's about the fundraiser at the library, donations go to Kusumi or you can drop them off at the cafe. If it's Saturday, we're going to the beach for the weekend! I'm trying to 'unplug' a bit, so unless it's an emergency, I'll get back to you Monday! Have a great weekend. P.s., if this is ___, I do still love you!" The tone is different this time. A little more chipper, and it may be due to the beach trip. He always did love dragging you there for the day. He'd wake you up at 6 AM, lifting you out of the bed, blankets and all, to hold you to him and whisper that he's kidnapping you for the day if that's alright, and he'd never fail to mumble the last part since he knew you'd have to call off work for it. It didn't matter; you'd call off work a thousand times if it meant you'd get to hold his hand on the train again.

You leave your number. That's it. He should know your voice, right? You feel the cowardly part of yourself that you hate so much rear up only for you to shove it back down. No more running. If he's waited for you this long, he deserves the best version of you that you can give right now, not the same one that turned tail at the first sign you'd wanted to spend your whole life with him. So you'll wait for Monday.

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Umemiya knows that voice anywhere. You didn't leave your name, but it has to be you, right? His hands shake a bit as he hits redial, and he curses himself for going to the beach now. He needed it given how stressed he's been lately, but of all times to miss your call. What would you have said? What would he have said? Are you going to answer? The phone is ringing, and for the first time in a while, he's speechless.

"If you're calling about my heart, it's still yours. I should've listened to it a little more. Then it wouldn't have taken me so long to know where I belong." Oh, it is you. He should've known immediately; he was just afraid to get his hopes up. Your old number called the first time, and he nearly had a heart attack rereading the numbers over and over to make sure, but you didn't leave a message, so it could've been accidental. He didn't want to push you further away than you already were. The last time, the number you gave was new. He wondered what that was about, but he has the chance to ask you now that he's sure you reached out first. "Not sure if you're still there..." your voice trails off in a nervous chuckle, while he's silently panicking that he hadn't given any response, "...but if you are, I still love you too."

"No I do! I am...You too- I mean I still love you too- also-," He's never been so unable to articulate the thousands of things he's wanted to tell you and say to you, and he might just get choked up if he's not careful.

"Thank you, Hajime," You say, and this time you're going to run straight for him, no looking back.

[yumiis]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 SOUTHERN CHARM ; SCHLATT

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genre; tooth rotting fluff

type; headcanons

a/n; ... this is just really self indulgent from last night okay?? it's a southern!reader x schlatt hc list :,) i hope you guys enjoy !

read below!

Whenever Jay moved to Texas, that's when he met you, the little southern firecracker. He thought you were the most interesting person he'd ever met. Your accent, the way you carried yourself, your mannerisms, all of it.

In turn, you also thought he was really interesting. A guy with mutton chops, from New York, moving to Texas, just to keep streaming for people on the internet. It was nothing like you'd seen before, and you loved it.

You two slowly became good friends, and that meant you showing him music you liked. Sure, you didn't like JUST country music, but you did like a lot of country music. You showed him a lot of the basics, like Luke Bryan, Blake Shelton, Jason Aldean, etc.

At first, he really, really hated it. He also hated all the southern lingo you used, mainly because he didn't know what the hell you were saying to him.

"Git! Git!" He smirked, "What the hell are you saying?" "I want the cat to get out of my room!" "Then just say get out!" You tilted your head. "That is what I'm saying!"

Eventually, you two got so close, you started dating. The New Yorker and the Southerner. Who would've thought?

You have an array of nicknames for him, one of them being 'sha'. He doesn't know what it means, and it annoys the piss out of him at first, but it grew on him.

"Why d' you call me that?" You sighed, looking at him from over the kitchen counter. "Who else in your little friend group or, hell, in your LIFE is gonna call you sha?"

He nodded, you had a good point. No one else was gonna call him sha. That was your nickname for him, no one else's. He found it endearing the more you called him sha.

Suddenly, you catch Jay listening to more country music, specifically 'Beautiful Crazy' by Luke Combs. You thought it was really sweet. "Does this song make you think of someone in particular, JJ?" He jumped, not realizing you were sneaking up behind him. "What? No! No. Obviously not. Maybe."

... It was you guys' wedding song. :)

[barkwoodroad]

Graves x Male Reader

Author Note: I live on a sheep farm and used to show so I thought It’d be nice to have graves as a sheep farmer.

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We're buzzin' like that no vacancy sign out front

Your skin is beggin' to be kissed by a little more than the sun

You take my hand in yours, you lean in

And your lips taste like sangria

- Blake Shelton

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Warning(s): Piss, Public

“Now sweetie, make sure to brace up on the chest. The judge will want to see the muscles strain through the back.” Philip helped the small girl who had raised a lamb her parents had bought off the both of you. Making sure that even though it was her first year in the ring she knew had to handle the wether. Philip watched as the young girl braved into the lambs breast and pulled the neck up to a 90 degree angle.

“Good job honey!,” Philip clapped and patted her back. “Shows in a few hours I’ll be watching from the stands, okay?” The girl nodded and walked off with her lamb to the barn to place the wether back. Walking to the food court to finally get something in his stomach besides straight black coffee,Philip decided to order a egg sandwich and kept his leftover coffee for his drink. He scrolled through his phone stopping once he came upon a message from you, a picture of your hard cock clad in a jock strap.

“Which you were here Phil, too bad you have to leave so early:(.” Philip chuckles under his breath and grasps his twitching length. Before letting himself get to out of control he stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth and chugged the leftover, cold coffee. Running to the portable bathroom, Philip quickly slammed the door shut and locked it. The desperate man fumbled with his belt, the leather sliding through the loops and zipper coming undone.

“Fuckkkk…darlin look what you do to me,” he grabs his bulge from his coincidentally matched jockstrap you had on. Freeing his stiff dick, moaning into the hot air of the enclosed space, Phillip immediately started to jerk himself off. Not wasting any time he pushed the backside of his jeans down and probed his hole with a wobbly finger. Pushing his finger into his hole and aggressively jerking himself off Philip could feel himself letting go. Despite all the people walking by, even the occasional dumbasses pulling on the door not noticing the occupied switch on the knob.

The outside attention only fueled him to continue even harder. Pulling his dick, Philip could feel a cord in his stomach tighten before quickly breaking. Cum squirting on the walls on the bathroom. Sad droplets fall from his softening dick, before he could even feel release he felt his abdomen throw warm. A pathetic stream of warm, yellow piss trickled out from his dick. The fluid hitting the toilet seat and small puddles on the floor. Looking down at the yellowed floor and seat he sighed. “Dammit…”

@barkwoodroad all rights reserved

[jillsandwhichs]

Our Future Day's

Joel Miller x Reader series , Chap 1 , Move in day

Masterlist

Pairing: Fem!reader x Joel Miller

Summary: You officially move from oregan to texas and get to meet your very new & handsome neighbor, Joel

WC: 3.1k

Type: SFW

Some thing's you need to know before reading: this is a series, not a one shot collection! you (the reader) already have a semi premade backstory. first off, you're originally from oregon. you studied at med school and got a job offer in texas to become a doctor, which you took. you are 23 in this but if you don't like that, imagine any age (18+) and i did make joel younger 26 (until the 20 year time jump, he'll be 46) but he does still have sarah, just pretend it's not wonky LMAO! one more thing, ya have a dog in this fic, he's a boy but imagine any breed you'd like! aside from that, this is tlou game version but i included some sides from the show! a couple more things: 1. all characters from tlou1/2 will be mentioned/featured. 2. this takes place before outbreak, then eventually outbreak day, then eventually in the apocalypse. 3. this is a slow burn romance (drabbles of it in each chapter though, esp when it progresses) and does feature a decent amount of smut. 4. JOEL NEVER DIES!!!

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you matched the beat of the song playing on your cars radio. It was a song by Blake Shelton. You weren't a huge fan of him but he had some classics. It has been such a long day for you. You've been driving for the past two hours, not a single break in between. You just wanted to get to your new home as soon as you could. You could tell your dog, Becker, needed to go potty as well. He'd just have to hold out.

The GPS on your phone stated you were only about ten minutes away. The center of Austin TX was busy as all hell, so that time span could get longer by the second. So many cars & people flooded the streets. "God dammit." You mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes as you seen all the upcoming traffic ahead. This was going to be a long night. You had no clue when you'd even be able to get into bed. Then again, it was only 4:30 in the afternoon, almost evening.

Behind you, in the backseat, you could hear Becker whimpering & whining. "Don't worry boy, we're almost home, just a little bit longer." You cooed to him, reaching your right hand back and allowing him to lick you. You got Becker as a graduation gift a few weeks ago. You two have bonded ever since. You were never a cat person, dog's were more of your style. "You'll be able to go potty soon." You said to him, pulling your hand back up and holding onto the wheel.

Traffic wasn't going as slow as you intended, was traffic always going to be like this though? This ain't going to be pleasant if so. Especially working for the hospital. Imagine an emergency happens and you're needed but the roads are packed, that's going to be one helluva time. But, you wanna think positively. You missed your family too. It's going to be hard without them, especially your mom. She is your number one supporter and without her in the same home as you, it'll be a large change.

You turned the radio up, hearing the country music blast throughout your car but not loud enough to scare your dog. Dogs ears are sensitive and you didn't wanna bother him further than he already was. No doggo wants to be stuck in a car all day, especially in this heat. Despite it being early September, it was still quite warm out. That's another big change from Oregon, you imagine that back home, it's either really windy or heavily raining. The change could be nice though.

The sound of Becker panting was clear as day, it only made you feel more guilty. "Hold on baby." You muttered to him before you then rolled your window down and the window directly behind you, not a lot though, you didn't want him to jump out or something. Through your rearview mirror, you could see his slobbery tounge blowing in the wind as he stuck his head out the window. "Hah, good boy!" You giggled, turning left onto the exit, finally getting off of this miserable highway.

Finally, the road wasn't full anymore. It was a downtown rural area now, cars slowly made their way through the town. Austin is busy, yes, but this side of it, not so much. The only logical reason it was super busy on the highway and earlier roads was because people are getting/going to work. Your first day at the hospital is on Monday. You were nervous but in a great way. You have been non stop thinking about it. All of the work you've put in and you're officially where you wanted to be. Life was going good... For once...

You passed by all sorts of different places. Gas stations, fast food chains, locally owned stores & stands, it felt so honey. Back in Oregon, you lived in the center of the city, it was always so lively and never calm. Austin is like that too but not as bad, and definitely not as bad as Dallas is. You were grateful you didn't end up moving there or even somewhere that was worse. Austin was a good enough fit for you.

The GPS showed you were only a minute or two away from home, your heart was racing a bit. You've never been on your own before and you least expected it to be in a completely different state. Luckily, a week from now, you'll be going back home for the weekend. It'll be comforting. You'll definitely make sure to call your family everyday, you made sure they knew that too. They'd have to simply put up with it.

You could tell you were getting closer due to the change in scenery. There weren't any establishments around these parts, just either compact or extensive suburban homes. You actually used to make fun of those perfect American families who lived in these types of areas but look at you now. Back home, you lived in a small house, only two bedrooms but you were an only child so it was never a problem. You did wish for siblings growing up but you understand now that if you had some, things would be a whole lot different.

As you turned left, the tracker built into your phone made a dinging noise, indicating you had arrived at your destination. It wasn't wrong. Just to the left, you could see your newly purchased home. It made your heart skip a beat. Not only were you nervous but you were also so happy. You glimmered as you pulled right into the driveway and set your car in park. You could tell Becker knew this was your guy's new home, his whimpers weren't ones of boredness but rather excitement. "One second." You sighed out before getting out of the car.

Stepping out of your car, you sighed softly as you breathed in the fresh air. The smell of outside was always so welcoming. You grabbed your purse out of your car too and swung it across your shoulder. It was a brown leather purse with an embroidered strap. You then opened up the backseat so Becker could jump on out. "Stay over here buddy." You chuckled out, scratching the top of his head a few times before closing both doors. You had quite a bit of stuff in your trunk & backseat but you hired a truck to drive all of your other belongings here. It wouldn't be there for another day or so.

Becker ran off to the side of the house to go potty ; You trusted him enough to not run off. He was a good dog. You went to the back of your car and popped open your trunk. It was a mess but everything you needed for the night was in there. You even bought an air mattress, your back would die trying to sleep on a wooden floor. You grabbed the first two boxes, they weren't very big, and set them on the concrete of your driveway. They just had toiletries in them.

You grabbed out another box, this one was a bit bigger than the other two. It had all of your kitchen appliances in it. You were excited to cook your very first dinner in your very own home. You already decided on making Pesto Pasta, one of your favorites. In your trunk, there was the air mattress box. It wasn't going to be the best way to sleep but it'd have to suffice for the night, your proper bed should be in either tomorrow or on Sunday.

Whilst grabbing out the air mattress, you heard the sound of a truck driving past and pulling into the driveway across from you. They must've been your neighbors. Your neighbors back home weren't the nicest. There were the Johnson's so were beyond uppity and thought they were better than everyone else, they lived beside you. Then there was Cassandra and Cody, they were your age and pretty kind except they were literal kleptos.

You ignored the truck behind you, just trying to get everything you needed for the night. You could hear Becker barking but you didn't know what it was he was doing it at. You figured a wild animal, maybe a bunny or a stray. Becker was actually from a shelter, you'd never buy an animal from PetSmart or whatever. "Becker, quit your barking!" You shouted at him, nudging him to come over to you. Maybe he wasn't good with new environments.

You placed the last cardboard box from your trunk on top of another one, shooting your eyes to look at Becker. He was looking at the truck across the street, barking at it. "Oh boy, quit it." You spoke out to him but he didn't listen. You went to grab onto his collar but right as you did, he bolted off into their driveway. He was a friendly dog, you didn't think he'd do anything bad, he was just inquisitive, but it was still bad of him to run off like that.

"Becker!" You yelled, jogging across the street to grab him. You watched as two men got out of the black truck. The one in the driver's seat had a mullet and lighter hair than the other man, he also seemed shorter. The other one though had short dark hair, although you couldn't tell if it was purely brown or black. He was well built, along with the other man. Were they brothers? That's the only assumption that came to mind.

Once you reached their driveway, you grabbed Becker and pulled him back to you. The man getting out of the passenger seat looked back at you and had a puzzled look before letting out a chuckle beneath his breath. "Listen, I'm so sorry, he's just curious." You sighed out. Becker was now listening as he sat down right by your feet. "Sorry, we'll be out of your hair." You giggled, beginning to turn around before you heard the man's voice speak up.

"You just move in across the street?" He asked you, his voice sounded southern and it was very deep. "Oh uhm, yeah, just got here tonight actually." You said kindly, looking back at him again. "Well, welcome then, and to your dog." He snickered out. "I'm Joel, this is Tommy." Joel spoke deeply, pointing over at the other man. You let the two men know your name before asking them whether or not they were brothers, and they were. You weren't surprised, they did share similar facial features.

"Where are you from?" Joel raised, his arms crossed. His arms were huge, he definitely has a nice body. "I'm from Oregon." You said softly, placing your slender hands onto your waist. "Damn, that's a long ways out. What made you move all the way here?" "Got a job offer at the hospital." You said with a titter, his accent was thick. "Oh, you a nurse or something?" He questioned, leaning up against his truck. "No, a doctor. Recently gradated from medschool." You explained, glancing over at his brother as he walked into the house. Maybe they lived together.

"Well how bout that? I'm just a contractor." "That's nice." You added, tucking strands of your thin hair behind your ear. "Yeah, yeah, well I'll let you continue settling in. If you need any help with uh larger furniture, me and my brother can stop by, we helped the Adler's when they first moved in." Joel said with a deep voice, pointing his index to the home beside his. "That would be great, thanks, luckily I don't have to deal with the bullshit of larger furniture today, it'll be in either tomorrow or Sunday."

"Alrighty, well, you have yourself a good evening. See you." Joel said with a sly smirk, slowly inching backwards. "You too, Joel." You gave him a slight smile before patting Becker to follow behind you. You made your way across the street, allowing Becker to run around in his new yard. You took a gander back and seen Joel looked back at you before entering his home. When you saw his eyes on you, you felt a deep pit in your stomach. Nothing bad, rather just glee or something. You couldn't pin it.

Around your neck was a lanyard, it had the key to your home, you assumed it was locked. At least you hoped, you don't want any squatters inside. You unlocked the white door and opened it, stepping inside of it. The sunset beamed in through the windows throughout the house. It was still dark though, every single light was switched on. The seller said you'd have to go to the basement to switch them all on. That sounded like a fun time!

One by one, you dragged each box into the home, keeping some on the floor and placing some on the island counter. You didn't plan on unpacking any of it tonight, you were restless and just wanted to lay down for the night, despite it only being 5 PM. The more sleep you get, the easier it'll be tomorrow. You definitely had to get a lot of sleep Sunday considering on Monday, you start your first day. Even though it's just training, you wanna be as awake as possible.

You ambled towards the front door again and away from the kitchen to call Becker in. He'd have to deal with the floor for the night. He is a cuddly dog, he loves big comfy areas but without a bed or a couch, there's no way. "Becker!" You said with a rowdy voice, "C'mon baby." He came running over to you and past your legs, going into the house and treading around like a mad man. "Oh good boy." You chuckled, petting him gently.

You walked back over to the kitchen and grabbed the air mattress, you needed to get it open and blown up. It was sealed to a T, your nails were definitely not enough to get it open. Striding towards the appliances box, you opened it up and searched through it, taking out a knife to slice it open. You are quite clumsy so you were praying you wouldn't stab the mattress on accident. It didn't help that Becker felt the need to push himself up against you, seeking attention & love as if he's starved from it.

"Back off boy." You snorted, pulling the mattress out of it's box. It was all wrinkled up and looked compact. Although it was the size of a Full. You straightened it out on the living room floor, you didn't feel like carrying it all the way up the stairs. It came with a machine to blow it up and you connected it to the black cylinder hole, turning it on and hearing the loud blowing noise it was making. You didn't have any pillows, they were all packed up in that truck but luckily, you had a blanket, it was the one you let Becker use in the backseat when you were driving.

"You stay here mister." You stated out to Becker before beginning to make your way out of the front door to take the blanket out from the car. As you went outside, you noticed a bright light was on in Joel's house, just in one room though. You could also see the shadow of a smaller person's body walking through said room. Did he have a girlfriend? Or did Tommy have one? Maybe it was Tommy's. You convinced yourself of that at least.

After grabbing the blanket, you walked back inside and seen Becker already making himself a spot on the bed, despite it barley being inflated. "You little shit." You grinned, tossing the fuzzy blanket on top of him. Guess you were going to have to share.

The bed was officially ready to be slept on, you haven't been this excited to sleep in a very long time. Back home, you dreaded it. You would stay up all night, doing different stuff. Whether it was studying, painting, reading, working out, etc.. You were always doing something new. With Becker, it's been better. You're an affectionate person and he is as a dog. It may be a rough night, it always is sleeping somewhere new, but with him it may be easier.

Pulling the machine away from the bed, you turned it off and climbed underneath the blanket, feeling immediate warmth. The Texas heat also played a part in that. Back in Oregon, you had a heater beside your bed to help, you definitely didn't need one here. "Alright." You whispered to yourself, Becker lying right beside your feet, his fur was cozy. You were originally going to turn the lights on to your home but honestly, you were scared to go down there all alone, a pitch black basement? No thanks.

Trying to sleep in a new area was hard. You felt homesick. You miss your old room, the house noises, the feeling of it. You lived there your entire life, now you're thousands of miles away. Becker probably felt that way too, especially with how he connected with your father, they bonded. A week from now though, you'd be able to see them. It'd be easier. Another thing you couldn't stop thinking about was that man - Joel.

He seemed so different. He was kind & understanding, and that's just simply based on the short conversation the two of you had together. He was so willing to help you out, no one else was like that. It was a sweet welcoming. He was also very handsome. All the men back home weren't like that. That glimmer in his eyes wasn't something to ignore. It was the way he gazed at you that had you wrapped around the thought of him.

That brother of his was good looking too, definitely not as much, but either way. Were they both contractors? It appeared as though they had just left work so maybe they work together. And who was that smaller person walking throughout his house earlier? Had to be a girlfriend. A daughter? No way, the two of them looked to young to even have children. There was still a chance though, teen pregnancies aren't uncommon. You presume you'll deal with a lot of them as a Doctor.

Your eyes felt more & more heavy. Becker's deep breathing made you weary too. The pitch blackness of the room was helpful ; White sound would've been helpful too. Sleeping in complete silence was torture. All you could really hear was your dog and your own breathing. You were completely spent for the day. And you were ready to hit the hay.

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[georgiesgirl1223]

Sangria

Tom Hiddleston x named female reader

This little bit was inspired by Blake Shelton's song Sangria

Warnings: NSFW, drinking, unprotected sex, slight nipple play

Word Count: 2630 after lyrics

You’re crashing into me like waves on the coast Every time we talk, you move in close I don’t want you stop, I don’t want you to stop tonight We’ve got the last two glasses on a straw hook bar Trying to remember what number we are String of white lights making your eyes shine tonight We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Recking ball dancing down the hallway You’re holding your shoes, wearing my shades We fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around

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Becky walked along the shoreline of the deserted beach, her toes sinking into the soft pink sand as the warm ocean water lapped at her feet. It was her first solo trip since her boyfriend had broken things off with her and she figured the calming beaches of Barbados would be the perfect retreat. Glancing out into the open ocean a cool, fragrant breeze swept across her face, blowing her soft auburn locks in the wind. Her short white lace bohemian inspired dress billowed in the air as the wind swept it up caressing her sun kissed skin. The sun was beginning to set low into the sky as if it were melting into the water, casting a deep pink glow across the sky.

Digging her toes into the cool sand, Becky watched as the orange glow of the setting sun danced ripples across the waves of the ocean. Taking a deep breath in, she let it out, blowing all of the negativity out of her body as another breeze caressed her face. In that moment she finally felt free. Free of the heartbreak, free from the sadness that had consumed her and now she wanted nothing more than to celebrate her new-found freedom. Turning and continuing on her trek, Becky made her way back to her beachside hotel, more specifically the small tiki bar that shared a wall with her hotel. Her feet sank into the wet sand, the grains squishing in-between her tanned, manicured toes as the hotel sign came into view, the red no-vacancy sign buzzing brightly against the dark sky of the setting sun. Opening the door to the beach themed bar a wave of cold artificial air assaulted her face as she breezed in, making her way to the bar. The pink sand carried on into the bar, working as the floor, her feet sinking into it as she stumbled to the straw hut bar. Glancing around the small local bar she noticed only a few occupants, couples mostly judging by the way they sat so close together. Her eyes then followed the length of the bar as she noticed a familiar face sitting just a couple stools down from her. He was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting coral colored shorts, a white loosely buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his muscular forearms, a set of aviator sunglasses tucked into his shirt, and a pair of brown leather flipflops. Becky tried to control the fangirl that screamed inside her as she gave him a shy smile, biting her lower lip when she noticed he was staring back at her. Tossing her brown strappy sandals on the ground next to her, she hopped onto one of the backless, straw covered stools. 

The heavy-set man, dressed in pineapple patterned pink board shorts and a powder blue tank top, from behind the bar stepped over to her. “What can I get you sweetie” he asked her in a gruff voice. 

Becky nervously glanced through the menu, not even reading it as she looked around at the other patrons. “Umm… Sangria please.” 

The bartender quickly returned with her beverage, a large goblet of the deep burgundy fruity wine, thin slices of oranges, lemons, and limes decorated the drink. Becky slowly sipped on her drink as she anxiously surveyed the room. It had been so long since she was out on her own and there was a part of her that was uncomfortable with the whole idea. Fidgeting with the thin spaghetti straps of her dress, she couldn’t help but steal longing glances at the man perched at the end of the bar. Replacing her half empty glass on the bar, Becky caressed the stemware, the water beads forming on the glass moistening her fingers. Her body absentmindedly swayed to the seductive island music playing in the background, her shoulders rhythmically moving, her head cocked to the left as she stared blankly at the wineglass on the straw hut bar.

Moments later she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, the man’s fiery stare set her skin aflame with desire. Her heart began to race, threatening to pound out of her chest as she noticed from the corner of her eye as the man stood and stalked towards her. The closer the man got with every step the more butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach, her pulse rapid as her body began to involuntarily quiver in anticipation, in the hope that he was walking towards her. Stopping just a few feet shy of where she sat, Becky glanced over her shoulder as the man gestured to the bar stool next to her. 

“My I?” The man asked, his British accent thick and seductive as he spoke making Becky tremble inside.

“Please” she signaled with a soft smile, her cherry red lips curling up.

“I’m Tom.” The man introduced himself as he hopped onto the stool, holding out his hand to her.

“Becky.” She replied grasping his hand, expecting a simple handshake. Electricity pulsed through them as their palms touched, Tom taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss over her knuckles. A shiver ran down her spine and settled in her core the moment his lips connected with her bare skin. 

“It’s a pleasure, Becky” Tom said, glancing up into her hazel eyes from over her hand, his blue-green eyes sparkling back at her from under the dim light of the bar. 

As they continued their idol chit-chat the bartender approached the duo as Tom ordered two more glasses of sangria. 

Hours seemed to fly by as they sipped on their fruity drinks, sharing everything from embarrassing stories from their childhood to talking about their present-day lives, Becky even told him the real reason she had decided to take this spontaneous trip. They laughed together, speaking to one another as if they had known each other for years, and from the amount of knowledge each shared it could’ve been possible. 

As Tom ordered their fourth glass of sangria Becky was starting to feel a little tipsy, but not so much as she was losing control of her own thoughts. Her shoulder crashed into his like the waves on the beach as she adjusted herself in her seat. Every time they spoke Becky moved in closer to him, delighting in the warmth of his body and the tingle of his breath on her skin as he spoke. 

Tom loved how Becky would lean in closer to him, her fragrant smell of grapefruit mixed with the ocean air excited his senses. He didn’t want her to stop, he didn’t want her to stop tonight, he didn’t ever want her to stop. 

Soon they were the last two glasses on the straw hut bar as the bartender called last call for the night. Finishing their drinks, they sipped on the fruity wine slowly as they both leaned in closer, Tom noticing the soft sun kissed skin of her neck as it begged him to be kissed. Carefully leaning into her, Tom stole a soft kiss as his lips swept over her shoulder. This wasn’t like him, like either of them. Tom had never picked up a girl at the bar for a one-night stand before, nor has Becky ever had a fling with a man she barely knows. But, for both of them it felt like more, more than just a one-time fling, they both felt a deeper connection that they’d talk about tomorrow. Tonight, it was about giving into their intense passion, their obvious desires for one another, tonight was about sex. Tom’s eyes roamed hungrily over her body, the string lights above the bar making her eyes shine as he locked onto them. 

They were both buzzing like the no vacancy sign out front. Becky nervously took his and into hers as she leaned in, Tom capturing her soft lips with his as she hummed against his mouth. Tom relished in the feeling of her mouth on his, how her lips parted allowing his tongue entrance as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues mingled together as he groaned out. There was something magnetic about her, he felt drawn to her from the first moment he first noticed her walk into the bar, and their passionate kiss proved all of his deepest thoughts, that their connection ran deeper than just lust. Letting out a deep guttural growl, his tongue explored her, the taste of sangria still on her lips. Her lips tasted like sangria and he was becoming drunk in love off of them.

Tracing her fingertips up his chiseled chest from over his shirt as she grabbed his sunglasses, putting them on as she struck a cheeky pose just for him. Helping her stand, Becky bent down retrieving her sandals as they walked together into the hotel. Making their way inside their bodies tangled franticly together like a wrecking ball dancing down the hallway. Coming to his door, they fell against it, Tom pinning her between his arms as they fell into a wild, warm kiss, savoring in the lingering taste of sangria on her mouth. 

Eagerly he opened the door as they fell inside and stumbled onto the bed, the red no vacancy sign flashing from outside the window, lighting up the dark room. Lifting up her dress, Tom pulled it over her head and tossed it aside as she laid back on his plush four-poster bed in nothing but a white lace thong that seemed to glow against her sun kissed skin. Her body writhed on the mattress in a silent plea to be kissed, to be touched, by him and only him. Standing over her, Tom slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. Becky bit her lower lip and she hungrily glanced over the British God standing before her with his muscular chest and his well-defined abs. Tom gave her a cheeky grin as he worked on undoing his belt, unzipping his shorts and pulling them down along with his boxers, leaving them to pool on the floor as he stepped out of them. His enormous nine-inch erect cock stood at attention before her as her eyes widened, biting her lower lip as she thought of how full he would make her feel. Becky shuddered as he ghosted his hands lightly up her legs, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and eagerly ripping them down revealing the soft mound of her waxed pussy. Tom groaned out as he took her all in, her beautiful naked body sprawled out on his bed for him, only for him. His head was spinning with thoughts of her, about that moment, about what the future could hold for them. But tonight, all he wanted to do was drink her in like a Spanish wine. He knelt on the bed, crawling towards her like a cat as he stared longingly into her eyes. “You are so gorgeous Becky” he whispered against her lips before they crashed onto hers, their tongues darting in and out as they danced together. Their limbs tangled together as she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard cock pressing against her inner thigh as she felt him twitch against her. Her hands grazed down his muscular back as her fingertips pressed firmly into her skin, her nails digging into his flesh. Tom’s left hand cradled the back of her head as his fingertips curled into her silky locks, she had to know that this was more than just a one-night stand for him. His right hand explored down the side of her body, his long fingers sprawling out as they danced across her skin. His mouth nipped down her neck, eliciting soft moans from her as her body gyrated beneath him. Finding her breast, Tom roughly kneaded it with his palm, his nimble fingers tweaking her nipple, rolling and tugging as it became a hard, stiff peak. 

“Oh Tom” she cried out into the darkness as his warm body enveloped hers. 

“Oh God, Becky” he growled out against her neck, the vibration of his voice sending intense shivers down her spine. Just the fact that this man was moaning her name out loud excited her. 

Reaching down, Tom lined up his throbbing cock with her warm, wet entrance. Looking up at her, he watched as her eyes grew darker as he slowly slid into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. Her walls stretched around him, gripping him tightly and pulling him in deeper as his own pupils blew out. Becky clung tightly to him as he fully planted himself into her wanton pussy. This was like nothing she had ever felt before as she adjusted to the intrusion.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, concerned that he was hurting her. 

“Perfect” she breathed out, ready and wanting more as she bucked against him, needing to feel his friction against her body.

Tom began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first to allow her to get comfortable as she arched her back, her head falling back needing more. 

“Look at me Becky” he commanded, Becky glancing up under hooded eyes as they locked with his. 

Tom’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, watching as ecstasy washed over her face with every thrust. She felt so tight that it was all he could to not to cum in that instant, instead he watched her as she came undone beneath his body. Becky cried out his name like a spiritual mantra as she bucked her hips against his with every thrust, feeling him go deeper and deeper as he hit her g-spot every time. Her body began to quiver and tense as Tom edged her closer to her release. Caressing up her side with his right hand, it found hers as she clung to the bedsheets, he intertwined their fingers together, his eyes never parting from hers. Tom felt her walls tighten and contract around his cock pushing him closer and closer to his own orgasm as his cock twitched inside of her. 

“I’m going to cum” Becky panted out, squeezing his hand tighter as her bucks became more frantic.

“Me too” Tom breathed out before capturing his lips with hers, the distinct taste of sangria still prominent. Their tongues mingled together as his thrusts began to faulter and become more erratic. Moans and cries were swallowed by their kisses as they came out in panted muffles. High-pitched noises drowned in Becky’s mouth as she came, her juices dripping down Tom’s cock as he gave her two more powerful thrusts before spilling is seed into her, long thick ropes of milky white cum coating her walls. Breaking their embrace, Tom slipped out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her in close to his side. Gripping at her hair, Tom twirled her locks around his long fingers, he cradled her head against his chest as their haggard breaths began to calm. Becky traced circles over his chest as Tom held her in his strong arms, a satisfied smile crossing both their faces.

“I want to be like this for the rest of eternity” Tom told her, his British accent still making her weak in the knees.

“You do?” She asked quizzically, tilting her head up to judge his seriousness. 

“I do” he answered caressing her flushed cheek with his fingers. “And I intend on doing just that.” Tom hooked is finger under her chin, tilting her head up further as he kissed her passionately and with purpose as if telling her that he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Leaning back Tom licked his lips. Her lips still tasted like sangria. 

[justagirlinafandomworld]

My Heart is Still Yours

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader

Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Austin by Blake Shelton

Word Count: 100 (not including lyrics)

It was almost a year to the day that you had left Steve, needing to figure yourself out outside of your relationship.

Hands fisted in your jacket pockets; you weren’t sure what to expect. When the headlights flashed and a car pulled up, something in you moved and you were standing between the headlights. Listened as the driver’s door shut.

Your heart throbbed at the sight of him.

His hair was longer, the angles of his face sharper and his eyes…

It must have been reflected in your own because he reached forward to cradle your face in his hands.

If you’re calling ‘bout my heart,

It’s still yours

I should have listened to it a little more

Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long

To know where I belong

[rogue-barnes-16]

Updates on THE PROTEGE and HEAL ME + Requests

HEAL ME:

The last 2 parts are written, but the ones left in the middle are still blank. Since I have 4 requests to write I'll delay the series (srry)

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THE PROTEGE:

Since I'm getting closer to what I thought it was the end at the same speed as we get closer to Endgame, I thought I would delay it slightly to see if I make the series longer (depending on what happens in Endgame. No spoilers tho, there are still some parts till we reach that point, and I'll be warning it.)

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About the requests. One is a Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader oneshot; another one is a Gwilym Lee x Reader oneshot (the borhap cast and characters are gonna be around quite often now) ; another one is a Blake Shelton x Reader oneshot/drabble; the last one is a Steve Rogers x Reader oneshot. If you wanna be tagged in any of these send an ask!

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[countrymusiclover]

25 - My Dream Wedding

Everything Changed At 21

Part 26

Tag list @abaker74 @bvbwestfall

Holding my phone to my ear Chloe is helping me into my wedding dress because I am finally marrying Luke today. "Okay how about this for the new song...She said, "Boy, it's time to take me home". Don't even grab your stuff. Just lay me on down. Need the full moonshine. You 'bout to be all mine." He immediately started singing the courise with me through the phone. "She get me high. She get me low. She got the key to this old bronco. In her bare feet, in her high heels. No matter how she moving. It's all the same thrill. On top of my Yeti. On an old boat dock. Standing in the river on an old flint rock. Watch me fly. She get me high. Clouds roll by. She get me high." Chloe snatched my phone from my hands cutting our conversation short. "In case you have forgotten its your wedding day fool. Which means no seeing the bride before or talking to her about new songs. Goodbye Luther!" Tossed my phone onto the bed hands on her hips until I bursting out laughing alongside her over what she just did. "You just hung up on Luke Bryan!"

Twirling in my dress in front of the mirror I was grinning ear to ear. There is lace at the top and bottom. The front is short so I don't trip but the front has a short train too. My hair is loose except for the little part of some being braided into a crown on my head. Chloe was my head bridesmaid with our other two friends behind her. Miranda was also included in that group. Someone knocked on the door where I immediately rushed to my father's opened arms getting wrapped up in a warm hug. Wrapping my arms around his neck I sighed in relief before he broke it almost bawling in tears. "Oh I told myself I wouldn't cry on this day but it's hard. You won't be my baby girl anymore after today." I sniffed feeling Chloe glaring daggers in my head if I messed up my makeup my mother had done. "I'll always be your baby dad. Me marrying Luke doesn't change that." We embrace each other in another hug before he looped his arm through mine heading out the wooden door. We had decided to have the wedding in my state so we decided to rent out a big barn for the wedding that we first preformed in together. Yep that's right the night Luke asked me to go on tour with him that's the one we picked.

"Sweetheart he's a good guy. Just remember if he ever hurts you I will hurt him right back." He said sternly where I smiled leaning into his shoulder still walking down the isle. Finally stopping at the end I saw my mother was hanging on Luke's mom crying happy tears. My father gives me a hug mumbling I love you then putting my hands in Luke's. I smiled seeing him eyeing me up and down at the same time I am him. This is actually the first time I have seen him in a tux and I've gotten say he is rocken it. The wedding officiant stepped up his gaze flickered between me and Luke. "Family and friends we are gathering here today to join Luke and Y/n in holly matrimony. Now the two have decided to write their own vows so ladies first." Looking at the ground for a second I smiled looking up to my soon to be husband. "Thomas Luther Bryan, the night I got to see you at my first concert I couldn't imagine that I would be standing here about to become your wife. Whether you want to call it fate or destiny that drew you to me it doesn't matter because I just know that I am grateful it happened. I love you, Luke. I promise to love you and the boys with my whole heart."

Wiping away some tears I chuckled seeing him wiping away tears too that warms my heart. He slumped his shoulders squeezing my hands intertwined with his. "Y/n L/n, I love you. I wasn't sure if I was gonna find love again after my divorce with Caroline. Until I met you that night with you dancing around not a care in the world. Looking at you now you are the woman that I want touring with me and creating a family with." Tate and Bo were crying standing behind their father since he them be in charge of our rings. "Here we go Y/n M/n L/n do you take Thomas Luther Bryan to be your husband until death do you part?" The officent asked me with a smile. "I do." He glanced to Luke asking the same. "Do you Thomas Luther Bryan take Y/n M/n L/n to be your wife until death do you part?" He smirked directly looking down at me. "I do." The wedding officiant waved the boys over each handing us the rings. Luke slipped my grandmother's ring on my finger while I slipped his golden wedding ring on his finger. "It is my pleasure to introduce Mr and Mrs. Luke Bryan. You may kiss the bride."

Luke cups my face quickly pressing his lips onto mine deeply. Wrapping my arms around his neck I instantly kissed back. He moves one hand through my loose hair smirking into the kiss when I leaned up on my toes deepening it too. The crowd of people started clapping and wissiling until we finally broke the kiss even though we didn't really want to in the moment. Entering the barn we sat in the front before Chloe grabbed the microphone from the small stage doing the first speech of the evening. "Hey ya'll so if you didn't know I am the reason these two even went on a date in the first place. Y/n you're my best friend and I am so glad that Luke makes you as happy as you always deserved. So let's raise a drink to the couple. Congrats you two, also please have a babygirl!" Everyone laughs raising a drink while she drank lemonade resting a hand on her pregnant belly that had grown a little in the past months. Carter stepped up beside her wrapping his arm around her waist smiling towards us. "Luke brother I am grateful you found someone who makes you happy after Caroline. And I just have to say thank you Y/n for loving him and bringing me the love of my life to me. I hope you two have a good life together." Everyone took another drink while we heard the other speeches.

"Come on I think it's time for our first dance Mrs. Bryan." I giggled putting my hands in Luke's letting him pull me onto the dance for our first dance together as husband and wife. Intertwining my right hand with his left I smiled. I had kicked off my heels since they were starting to hurt so I am dancing barefoot. His freehand is on my waist and my other hand lays on his shoulder with slow music playing in the background until Luke starts singing to me and everyone in the room. One that had never heard or read the lyrics to one of his songs. "Through the dirt and the gravel. Through the years and the miles. Every road that you traveled. Through the tears and the smiles. Through the clear and the muddy. Through the thick and thin. The quiet nights, the howling wind. Through the good and the ugly. The blue and the black. To the ends of the Earth. To the moon and back. Through all of the words. The mean and the kind. Through the strings that unravel. And the ties that bind. From the crazy and the different. To the more of the same. From the coast is clear. To a hurricane."

"Yeah, I'll be right beside you. On a roll or off the tracks. To the ends of the Earth. To the moon and back. To the moon and back. Through the bitter and the sweet. The cold and the fire. Lonely cotton sheets. And the burning desire." He leans down kissing me slowly making me smile through happy tears. He twirled me underneath his arm a few times making my dress twirl up in the air finishing the song to me. "Until our song is over. Til the stars all fade to black. I'm gonna love you. To the ends of the Earth. To the moon and back. Yeah, I'm gonna love you. All the way to the moon and back. To the moon and back." Wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned up on my toes kissing him for who knows the number tonight. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me against his chest deepening the kiss. "I love you Luke Bryan." I whispered in between kisses making his smile grow even bigger. "I love you too Y/n Bryan."

There you have it. They're married!!!

Should I write a chapter about their honeymoon or just do a time jump to where she's pregnant???

I will also include Chloe's pregnancy in the book more

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[silenceofthecookies]

hello cookie :3 I'm so excited to see what you have to write for this event! may I request number 8 with either Yami, Zora (black clover) or sabo (one piece) with royal reader (gn or fem, whichever suits your preferences). I wish you luck with this event!💛

Hi Mie! I went for Zora for this one, he is so much more fun to write for than I expected... I hope you enjoy this one!

Genderneutral reader, no warnings!

You put on a dark cloak, pulled the hood over your head and left your room. The rounds of the guards were no longer a secret to you, and you knew exactly when to sneak out, where to wait for the next group to pass, and how to get outside without anyone noticing you. There were secret escape tunnels under the castle, and you had long figured out how to get to the far side of the gardens through them.

This was so wrong, and you knew it. A royal should not be sneaking around in the dark of night. Something could go wrong and nobody would know. Nobody knew where you were or what you were doing. The person you were going to see would never tell anyone he was seeing you, and if you didn't show up, he'd likely just take it as a sign you were no longer interested. People rarely entered these tunnels. You could easily hurt yourself here and nobody would find you for months, maybe even years. And that's exactly what made this so exciting for you.

Outside, Zora was also sneaking his way around the guards. He too knew the round of the guards, and he too knew how to avoid being seen completely. He arrived first, as he usually did, and sat down in the dark shade of the hedges. Nobody would see him here. Only you, because you knew he'd be there. And that was fine, he only wanted to see you as well, after all.

Once you exited the tunnel into a garden house at the far end of the gardens, you quickly made your way over to the hedges where you knew he would be waiting for you. You couldn't see him at all, it was a dark night and the light of the moon only barely pierced through the clouds, but your feet carried you blindly, knowing their destination. Soon you were close enough to see him. At that very moment, you started running the final few paces, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, a gesture he gladly returned.

This was wrong on so many levels. He was a criminal, a murderer, and he was much stronger than you. He could easily abduct you, hurt you, keep you hostage for money,… and yet, here he was, putting himself at risk to see you. And you were doing the same. There was something about this forbidden relationship that always excited you. The danger of being caught, the risk of Zora taking you hostage or worse,… Excitement was a rare happening in your life, as usually you were kept far away from everything you considered exciting because it was ‘not something someone of your status should see’ or simply because it was ‘too dangerous'. Zora brought that excitement to your boring daily life, and you couldn't get enough of it.

“Missed me, your highness?” Zora grinned as he addressed you sarcastically by your title. “You know I did.” “Fair. I would miss me too.” “Wow, such humility.” “It's not boasting when it's true.” “Sure, whatever you say.” You laughed. “So, tell me, what trouble did you get into this time?” “Impatient, are we? Very well. So, last week, I was mugging this noble who was travelling to...”

Zora told you story after story, of all the things that had happened to him in the time he hadn't seen you. You listened intently to his every word and Zora could see that sparkle in your eyes he loved so much. It never made much sense to him why you listened so intently to him. You were royalty, you should be sitting up on a high horse with your ‘moral superiority’ and ‘authority to rule'. You should have been disgusted by him telling you stories of theft, brawls and even murder. And yet, here you were. You had even fallen for him. And yet, he was not much better. After all, he too had fallen for you, a royal he used to hate so much.

His original plan when setting up these little dates had been to abduct you for ransom at some point, then to flee the country and take it easy somewhere else. But then he noticed that you were not just interested in his stories, but also in him. It made him realise that he was also interested in you.

“Hey, Y/N?” Zora asked after he finished telling you his last story. “Yes?” “Don't you ever think about stopping this? I mean, you'll get in serious trouble if you get caught, right? Don't you hate all this sneaking around?” “Are you kidding me, Zora? I love all this sneaking around!" “For real?” “Yes! All my life I've been trapped in that castle, unable to do a damn thing I wanted to do. Days are dull and boring. Whatever I want is given to me immediately. Whenever I come to close to something ‘dangerous’ or ‘inappropriate', I get taken away. I'm basically a bird in a cage and I hate it. This... I know I shouldn't be doing this, but there's something to exciting about it! It feeling like I'm finally living, you know?” “A bird in a cage, huh? Tell me, do you want me to take you away from that cage?” “Are you asking me to come with you?” “No. I'm asking you if you want me to.” “I... don't know. I'd love to see more of the world... but I'll cause a lot of trouble for everyone by disappearing, and I wouldn't want to worry my parents either...” “That's fair. If you ever change your mind though... well, you know where to find me.” “I do. Thank you, Zora.” “It's nothing. I should leave now though, before the sun comes up.” “Alright, take care.” “You too, Y/N.”

Zora leaned in and stole one last kiss from you before disappearing into the night once more. You couldn't wait to see him again.

[defenderrosetyler]

My First ever Cordell Walker Fic so please be nice. 

Triggers: Car Accident, Death Mention. 

This is based off of the song Austin by Blake Shelton

Thanks to @flashxspn​ and @wonder-cole​ for helping me Beta this! I made the title card for this!

Emily was gone, and Cordell Walker was a mess. When y/n came into his life, she actually helped him get his priorities straight. She'd been in town for just a short while while she was in Austin on a work trip. During that time, Cordell had actually grown fond of their time together and she had helped him get a relationship back with his kids. Being a single, and widowed father wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Especially when his past had come to haunt him, y/n helped keep an eye on his kids and make sure they were safe. 

There were feelings there, Cordell couldn't deny it. Yes, he still loved Emily, he knew he always would, and so did y/n. Back home, she was always so busy working, she didn't have time for relationships. So when she grew her close friendship with Cordell? She felt feelings she'd never felt before. 

One afternoon, she came up to the ranch and tears were in her eyes. Cordell looked up at her as she walked in, his eyes full of worry. “y/n? What is it?” He asks. It took all y/n had to not break down in tears. “I have to go home, I at least wanted to say goodbye before I headed to the airport.  Bring you my number in case you wanted to call?” She smiled handing him a piece of paper

“What? Already?” He asks. “I thought you were still going to be here for another week.”

She shakes her head. “No, work changed things. Stupid meetings and that.” She muttered with an eye roll. “I can't stay, I'm actually headed to the airport, but you at least deserved a goodbye,” she says, placing a peck on his cheek and turning to rush to her car before Walker could stop her and beg her to stay. He held her number in his hand and watched her drive off.

It had been almost a year, and he still hasn't heard from y/n. Taking a deep breath on a Monday afternoon, Walker called y/n. The line rang for what seemed like forever, then came her voice, only it was her voicemail that picked up not her. 

“Hey, this is y/n! If you're calling about the ad in the paper, I'm sorry it's sold. If for any reason this is a Tuesday, I'm out bowling. If you're trying to sell me something? You may as well hang up now. Anyone else though? Leave me a message. If this is the Texas ranger? Know that I've fallen in love with you.” 

Walker had to sit down on the couch as he heard the recording. ‘I've fallen in love with you,’ she'd said. Y/n loved him even though she hadn't been in Texas long. But, if she loved him, why hadn't she called? He shook his head and headed back to work. Trying to clear his mind and had it set to call her at the end of the week, maybe by then he'd catch her when she was at home?

“Hey, this is y/n! Thanks for calling! If this happens to be Friday night, I'm out with the girls and on Saturday depending on the weather I'll be at a hockey game, try me again on Sunday night. Oh, p.s Ranger, I still love you.”

“Y/n, it's Cordell…..guess I missed you again, guess I'll try Sunday,” 

Walker hung up and tossed his phone over on the passenger seat, making sure to leave his number in case she didn't have it saved. He'd missed her again. There was no possible way he'd missed her; she wasn't that busy and ignoring his calls. Y/n didn't seem that type to ignore calls. Walker's two kids, Stella and August had noticed their father’s behavior and kept an eye on him. They didn't want to lose their father to a woman who was in another state. 

“She'll answer,” Cordell tried to assure his offspring. The teenagers sighed and nodded, giving y/n the benefit of doubt and hoping she'd answer by the end of the weekend. 

Sunday evening. No call. A thunderstorm had rolled into Texas and Walker sat out on the front porch and watched the storm. It seemed to be something to distract him and calm his nerves at the same time. His cellphone sat beside him and he'd picked it up and set it down numerous times. Why wasn't y/n calling him. Taking a deep breath, he dialed her number one last time. 

He was expecting a voicemail, but this time an older woman answered the phone. The woman sounded around his mother's age, but the tone in her voice made his heart stop and had  flashbacks to the night Emily had called his cell and was murdered while he was on the phone with him. 

“You must be the Ranger,” the woman says with a smile evident in her voice.

Cordell sat up straighter on the chair. “Is y/n there?” He asks. could hear y/n’s mother let out a shaky breath followed by a sob. “I'm sorry Ranger. She can't come to the phone right now. There's been an accident. Y/n left yesterday evening to head back to the airport to move down there to be with you but…...a driver ran a red light and her car was crashed into, hitting her driver's side door. She's currently in a coma and the doctors don't know if she'll wake up.”

Cordell felt sick to his stomach, “Which hospital is she in?” he asked as he let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. Y/N’s mother gave Cordell the address and he recognized it right away. She was back in Austin, back to be with him. Walker jumped up off his chair, rushing to his pickup truck. This earned stares from his two children who had just assumed it was a work call.

“Please let her be okay, Please let her be okay.” Walker chanted aloud to the empty truck. Hoping maybe Emily could hear him and be that heavenly guidance that she needed to wake up. Reaching the hospital, he ran over to her room and sat at her bedside. Taking her hand in his, he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her knuckles. Walker sighed and smiled a little. “Please wake up,” he begged her. 

Hours passed by and Cordell had fallen asleep beside her bedside. Blinking awake as he felt a hand slip in his hand, her hand. Y/N was awake! Her voice was soft and hoarse, but she still found the words to talk to him. “You're here.” She smiled.

“Figured I’d see you in person instead of leaving you a voicemail.” He chuckled with tears in his eyes, tears of joy. 

“Mom said you’d tried to call, what would you have said?” She asks

Walker hesitated. “You always said at the end of your messages, you loved me. Well, I wanted to let you know, that if you’d ask where my heart was, it's yours. It was yours the day you left to go back to your job, I wanted to beg you to stay. Wanted to tell you that….I love you too.”

No further voicemails were needed from the Ranger, she reached over and kissed him gently. “I still love you too.”

[companionjones]

Why Are You So Against This?

Requested by: Anon

Request: I know you just did a Adam one but I was wondering if you could do another one when where she surprises him by singing on the voice.

Fandom: The Voice, Maroon 5, Adam Levine

Pairing: Adam Levine x Reader (ft. Platonic!Blake Shelton)

Warnings: Language!

To Requester: Thanks for requesting! I really hope you like it!

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Alright, what you were about to do could’ve either been a very good or a very harmful move. That relied on Adam Levine.

Adam and yourself had been dating for around nine months, and in that time, Adam had learned you were very, very good at singing. The problem was, you refused to do anything with your talent.

It wasn’t that you were too afraid of people’s reactions, or that any anxiety you had prevented you from exploiting your gift; but that your life had been very different from Adam’s. By the time you met him, you had a perfectly comfortable job at a pharmacy. Adam could tell; however, that you loved when you were singing. That’s were his argument lied.

The fight was the outcome of Adam pushing and pushing you to go for a singing career. He was mad because you wouldn’t even take the chance. “Why are you so against this?!” He yelled. You were mad because he wouldn’t leave you alone about it.

That night was torture for the both of you because you went to sleep without making up. You woke up the next morning with a note from Adam saying he went to work early. It was the first time he didn’t say goodbye to you in person. It was that that made you do what you were going to do.

Time jump to when you were standing backstage as the next performer on The Voice. You and Adam hadn’t made up yet, and he had no idea you were there. You felt as if your nerves were going to kill you. There was already the problem of trying to get the coaches to turn around for you, added to the fact that you hoped this would help Adam forgive you. Oh dear, what if Adam didn’t turn around for you? You hadn’t even thought about that. Well, you didn’t even to get the chance to think about it that much at all because a guy came into the room to cue you to go onstage. Boy, did you hope this would go well.

For your song, you choose to sing “Death of a Bachelor” by Panic! At The Disco. To your surprise and relief, a couple of the coaches turned around as early as the end of the phrase “People have told me I don’t look the same.” The coaches that turned around (at almost exactly the same time) were Blake and Adam.

Immediately, you locked eyes with Adam, and as soon as you did, you saw him say the words “I love you,” although you couldn’t hear them over the music. Your heart swelled.

Blake, as to be expected, was laughing his ass off after he put together the fact that Adam didn’t know you were going to do this. He was yelling to Adam with mock annoyance, “Well, how the hell am I supposed to get this one?”

Adam, on the other hand, finally seemed to snap out of the surprised trance you’d put him in. He shot to his feet with an appreciative howl, and applauded you. “I love you!” This time he almost screamed it.

The other two judges turned around early in the song as well, and the fight to get you on one of the coaches’ team was on. Blake took his turn third.

He waited for the applause to die down. “Y/n...I’m going to level with you,” he waited with a grin on his face for the crowd to stop laughing at the fact that he might actually try to fight for you. “I am fully aware of yours and Adam’s...relations--”

“You mean relationship,” Adam cut in for the joke.

You laughed.

Trying to keep the smile off his face, Blake made a passing remark to his fellow coach, “Call it what you want, Levine,” he turned back to you. “Y/n, I think it would be great if you joined my team. Sure, sure, you are dating Mr. Prettyface over there--,”

Adam chuckled.

“--but if you were on my team, I’m sure I’d be able to help you win. And you are on your way.”

Smiling was almost all you could do. You practically forced the mic to your lips to thank him. You didn’t expect all this to happen. You didn’t know what you expected.

“Oh, don’t thank me,” Blake waved his hand, “Just remember: I’ve won more times than your boyfriend over there.”

The audience burst out in laughter and applause. You couldn’t keep yourself from laughing along with them.

“May I speak now, or are you not done yet?” Adam asked, obviously faking impatience so the crowd would be amused.

Blake chuckled, then put his hands up in surrender.

It was then that Adam looked at you with those eyes. You loved those eyes. He seemed amazed. Amazed by you. “Did you do this because we--?”

Lovingly, you nodded.

The guilty look he already had on his face increased two-fold. “Baby...”

Carson cut in. It was his job to start these sort of conversations for the camera. Over the audience’s cheers about the term of endearment Adam just used on you, Carson asked, “Is everything alright between you two?”

Adam answered, “Y/n and I got into a disagreement not too long ago. They-they did this to make up for it...you didn’t have to...”

“I wanted to. I wanted to, Adam.”

He laughed an incredulous laugh while having such a proud look on his face.

“Okay, y/n. Now’s the time for you to choose. Who do you want as your coach?” Daly questioned.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this! And thank you so much Anon for requesting! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I’m always looking for requests to write, so feel free to send me some. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, ask me. I’ll be sure to answer as soon as I can. If you don’t want to request from me, but still want to read my stories, I have more over on my page, so feel free to check those out. Finally, as you saw, I left whoever you picked as your judge out in the open. You get to choose! Although, I did sort of only leave it up to Blake or Adam...oops. Have a nice day, night, or what ever time it is for you!

[bellarkeselection]

Hey could I request a heretic black reader x klaus Mikaelson where the reader is a newly turned heretic and best friend of Hayley and Freya and she slept with klaus and is pregnant with his child and is scared to tell him and when she tell him, he asked her to marry him maybe cause he’s so in love with her?

My Lovely Heretic

I screamed seeing the end of the bed on fire causing the bedroom door to get kicked opened. My best friends Haley and Freya came in putting it out when I slide down on the ground feeling my fangs coming out again. Hayley bends down handing me a blood bag that I immediately drank down still shaking. "Y/n, it's going to be okay. We'll keep training you so you can get the handle on being a - heretic." She replied seeing me still shaking. I had been killed a few weeks ago by a vampire who thought I was human. Once he realized I wasn't Marcel tried to kill me and succeed until I came back with Klaus's blood in my system. But that's not all there's a reason I set the bed on fire this morning when I was having a panic attack. "Y/n, is this uh. Oh my God you're pregnant!" Freya picked up the positive test off the bathroom counter turning my direction with a shocked smile on her face. "Yes...I am Freya." I sniffed through tears still terrified.

"Who's the father. Does he know about the baby yet?" Hayley asked gently resting her hands on my shoulders. Shaking my head no I hug my knees to my chest sniffing through more tears because this is insane. When you become a vampire you lose the ability to have children. So that test shouldn't read positive. But apparently I slept with the only living hybrid that can have children, Klaus Mikaelson. Klaus and I had met at a bar one night and had some drinks but I couldn't resist his charm so we ended up in bed together. "It's...um...Klaus." I muttered under my breath with neither of my friends hearing what I said so I just gripped my hair crying out causing the bed to get thrown up in the air and smack down on the ground with a loud thud. "The father is Klaus Mikaelson!" Hayley and Freya both dropped down to me saying together with grins on their faces. "You have to tell him!"

Pulling myself together I don't bother bringing the pregnancy test with me since he will be able to hear the heartbreat like I can now. Slowly walking down the stairs I find him in his art studio painting in silence. Turning on my heels I started to leave but he spoke not pausing his work. "What's on your mind this time Y/n. Am I going to have to pay for another broken bed?" Bending my head down to the ground I regret that I live in a house full of vampires that can hear literally everything. "I'm sorry Klaus. You know I might not be living here anymore..." I trailed off until he set his stuff down striding up to me reading my nervous body language, plus I always play with my hair when I'm nervous. "What's troubling you love. You can tell me anything you remember that don't you."

"Klaus I uh - I'm pregnant with your child. I didn't except it to happen and I completely get it if you want nothing to do with me. I mean we didn't really date and just jumped into bed together so-" Suddenly he cupped my face in his hands crashing his mouth lips onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I melted against his embrace kissing him back until he dropped down on a knee right before me. "Y/n L/n, I know what you think that I wouldn't want anything to do with you. But that's wrong because I am hopelessly in love with you. I felt you work your way into my heart when you were a human. Now we can spend eternity together you and I...and this...our child. So will you marry me and become my little heretic?" Flinging my arms around his neck I tackled him onto his back crashing my lips onto his smirking. "Yes Klaus. Here's to forever." He smiled kissing me back deeply.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[90spumkin]

P.S. If This is Spencer, I’m Sorry

Summery: When Spencer tries to reach out to an old flame, but gets her voicemail. He wasn’t expecting it to include him.

A/N: okay so I’m not a huge country music fan, but I love the song Austin by Blake Shelton. I probably didn’t do the song justice, but I tried. The voicemails kind of go a long with the song, but of course I changed them. It is obvious I was never meant to be a song writer lol. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1184

Spencer wasn’t someone who was known for having much luck with the ladies. Most of the time they overlooked him, especially when he was friends with guys like Derek Morgan. However, Spencer wasn’t envy of this fact he just took it in stride. But Spencer has had partners some his friends knew about and some that were not so well known.

Y/n was one of those not so well-known partners. Spencer had met her on a case in Austin, Texas. She had been the lead detective on a cult case and had been the one to suggest they needed the BAU’s help.

During the case Spencer didn’t pick up on the social ques very well, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t notice every smile and every time her arm or leg brushed against his. Derek and Emily of course teased him about it, but Spencer just wrote it off as them just teasing like normal.

It wasn’t till the end the case Spencer thought there might be something there. The team was staying another night due to the case wrapping up so late. Y/n had suggested the two of them go get a bite to eat together. Spencer agreed and to this day would say it was one of the best nights of his life. They had laughed and cried, ending the night wrapped in each other’s arms. That next morning when Spencer woke to someone banging on his door, he realized he was alone. Y/n had snuck out sometime while he was asleep, and Spencer never saw her again.

A few years later they were called back to Austin for another case. Spencer couldn’t help but to ask about y/n. His heart cracked when he was told she had transferred to another state and had not told anyone exactly where. This didn’t settle right with Spencer and he rolled everything over in his genius mind. Played back that night over and over. Analyzing her behavior down to every detail.

It was around noon on a Tuesday when an idea hit him. It was a paperwork day and Spencer had been done for about an hour or so already. He rushed to Penelope’s bat cave as fast as he could without raising alarm for the other profilers in the room.

“You want me to do what?” Penelope looked like Spencer had just walked in wearing a clown suit…again…that’s a tale for another time.

“I need you to find y/n /y/l/n phone number. The detective from the cult case in Austin, Texas a few years ago.” Spencer was trying to keep his voice from becoming too high pitched but failing tremendously.

“I’ll tell you what boy wonder. I’ll do this favor for you AND keep it a secret from the others, as long as you tell me everything that happened between the two of you.” Penelope smirked knowing she was going to win this one. Spencer gave in and told her everything, which made the goddess of gossip’s heart hurt for the boy genius. He really liked this girl.

As soon as Penelope dug up y/n phone number Spencer didn’t waste any time. It rung several times before going to voice mail:

If your callin’ about the add it’s over.

If it’s Tuesday night I‘m shopping.

If your selling insurance, please don’t. I’m not buying.

If it’s anyone else, please wait for the tone.

P.S. If this is Spencer, I’m sorry.

The phone fell to the floor. Spencer couldn’t believe it. It had been so long and only one night. Penelope picked the phone up off the ground and hung up.  No words were passed between the two just a much needed hug.

Spencer spent the next couple of weeks running the voicemail over and over in his head. What was she sorry for exactly? For leaving that night? For breaking his heart?

He made the decision that he wasn’t going to call her again. He couldn’t have his heart broken again. All these years he told himself it was a meaningless hookup, maybe that would work again. And it did work, for a few days.

He somehow talked himself into calling her just one more time. He was in such a frenzy about the end of her voicemail that he just had to talk to her. It took him two hours to get the courage to call her. He wanted to say the right thing and not screw it up. He dialed her number and waited patiently for it to start ringing. Before it could finish ringing a full ring Spencer hung up. He hadn’t thought that maybe she was in a different time zone then him, she could be sleeping.

So Spencer waited till about 8 am the next morning to try calling again. It rung a total of three time when he heard y/n’s sleepy voice say, “Hello?”

Spencer freaked, hung up, and threw the phone down on the coffee table. She had answered and Spencer had wussed out. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He was acting like a crazed teenager to afraid to call his crush. He was a grown fucking man, why couldn’t he just talk to her?

He made the decision that afternoon at lunch to try calling again. Once again Spencer listened to her ringtone before getting her voicemail once again:

If it’s Friday I’m working.

If it’s Saturday I’m sleeping, and if nothing happens

I’ll be dead to the world till Monday.

I’ll call you back… maybe.

P.S. If this is Spencer, I’m sorry.

This time Spencer left a message saying, “Hi this is Spencer Reid. I- umm- I can be reached at

702-555-0103.” He hung up not saying another word, hoping that maybe she’d call him back. He tried not to get his hopes up, he knew it was a long shot. Just because she said his name in both voicemails didn’t mean she actually wanted to talk to him. His brain came up with many logical reasons and situations to why she would say his name followed by ‘I’m sorry’.

When Monday rolled around Spencer was full of nervous energy and anxiety. His friends just thought it was from his extremely high coffee indulgence and cut him off. He actually had to beg Emily for ‘Just one more cup. Please!’.

He tried not to check his phone to often. Especially since his beloved profiling team was already on edge about his anxious behavior. Even though with his best efforts, Spencer couldn’t help but jump and all but dive for his phone when it started ringing. This of course caught the attention of his teammates and he just tried to ignore them all as he checked to see who was calling. He answered and this is what he heard:

If you were callin’ about that night I’m sorry.

I would take back my leavin’, I promise.

I should’ve listened to my heart and stayed a little longer.

I think I know where I belong now.

Again, I’m so sorry.

And by the way Spencer I might love you.

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@criminalmindzjunkie​ @brooklynxnicole​ @hendersonsshadow​ 

[sheriffbodeckerskitten]

Austin C.E

Y/N and Chris broke up a year ago, both still have feelings for each other but Y/N doesn't figure it out until they call him one night

A/N: Song fic based on Austin By Blake Shelton, No Warnings, Chris Evans x Reader

"P.S if this is Austin I still love you"

It's been a year since Chris and I broke up, I don't remember why we did, but I miss him. I pull my phone out of my pocket dialing his number, catching his voice mail

"If you are calling about the car I sold it, If It's Thursday I'm with my parents, any one else you know what to do, P.S if this Y/N, I still love you"

My phone drops to the couch, he still loves me? Why didn't I contact him earlier! "I'll wait a few days and try again" I mumble aloud to myself.

Three days later I find myself dialing his number again, catching the voicemail again except this time it changed,

"If it's Friday night I'm at the ball game and first thing Saturday I'm heading to the beach so I won't be back until Saturday night, P.S if this is Y/N I still love you"

This time I leave my number, but not my name hoping he calls back. Saturday night I find myself Pacing waiting for my phone to ring when it does I answer it "Y/N?" "If your calling about my heart it still yours, and no Chris this isn't a message it's me. I still love you"

"Y/N, I've waited a year to hear that, please be mine again, please"  "Yes!" "Can I come see you, I'd fly anywhere-" "Chris, I'm still in Boston, I couldn't leave. This is my second home, my first is your arms" He let's out a warm laugh, I give him my address we hang up and I impatiently wait by the door, excited to see him again. 10 minutes later a knock pulls me out of my thoughts, I rush to open it, he still looks as handsome as the day I met him, no words are said as he rushes into my arms pulling me up, I press my face into his neck breathing in the familiar sent of him.

"I missed you so much" I tell him tears slipping down my face, he brings his hand up to wipe at them "Don't cry, I'm back and I'm never leaving you again" He places himself on my couch, me on top of him, not ready to let go just yet. We talk and laugh like nothing happened, we stop and I catch myself falling deeper in love with him and his beautiful ocean eyes, he reads my mind and kisses me. We don't leave each others arms for the rest of the night, just happy to be back where we belong, with each other.

"Can't you tell this is Austin and I still love you"

"I still love you"

[nerdyfangirl67]

Home for Christmas - Criminal Minds Reader Insert (12 Days of Christmas)

Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader, Jack Hotchner x reader (maternal relationship

Warnings: angsty at the beginning, lots of Jack x reader moments, fluff ending!

Word count: 2431

A/N: Y/F/C/M stands for your favorite Christmas Movie and Y/N/N stands for your nickname. I also believe that Aaron is the kind of person who texts with correct grammar, although he may use sentence fragments if he is short on time, so that is incorporated into this one-shot. This one came to me while listening to a Christmas song, called “Home” by Blake Shelton and Michael Bublé (linked below). I really enjoyed the idea of this one (it may have gotten away from me a bit!)

Home by Blake Shelton ft. Michael Bublé

So here it is, hope y’all enjoy it! If you’re looking for another Christmas fic to read, check out my Mini-Series masterlist, where the rest of my Christmas one-shots are. 

I know there aren’t any Aaron x Jack moments in the story but this was the GIF I thought fit best :)

“Y/N, it 's Aaron. I, uh, I won’t be making it home in time for Christmas. We have yet to get a break in the case, so it could be another week before I’m home. I know you had a lot planned for Christmas, and I’m sorry I won’t be able to celebrate with you. I’ll try to call, but I can’t promise anything. I love you. Tell Jack I love him.” Aaron’s voice crackles in your ear as you listen to the voicemail he’d left you earlier, as in 3 am, that morning for the eighth time.

It had been the first time you had heard his voice in almost a week and part of you was overjoyed. The other part of you was exasperated. You knew he was dedicated to his work, you had known it since the two of you had started dating, but it still hurt. Every time he worked late and didn’t let you know hurt. Every time a case went longer than expected, it hurt. Every time you went to bed alone, his side of the bed untouched and cold, hurt. And it didn’t hurt any less now, despite your suspicions upon hearing the team had taken another case, so close to Christmas, that he would miss the holiday altogether. 

You let out a sigh as you stand up from where you had been sitting on the couch, wrapped in a Christmas throw blanket. You take your empty glass, which had been filled with your favorite holiday drink, into the kitchen and place it in the sink. You double-check the apartment door, making sure it was both deadbolted and locked (something Aaron had ingrained in you to do while he was away), before making your way towards the master bedroom. You stop at the door to Jack’s bedroom, cracking it open and using the light of the hallway to look at him. 

Jack was sprawled out in his bed, fast asleep. Tiptoeing into the room so as not to wake him, you reach his bed and pull the discarded comforter up off the floor, placing it on top of Jack and gently tucking him in. “Your daddy loves you Jack, and so do I.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, giving him a long look, before making your way back out of his room. 

Upon reaching your bedroom, you head to Aaron’s dresser. You find one of his sweatshirts, well-worn and baggy, grab it from the drawer, and pull it on as you climb into bed. You didn’t typically wear his sweatshirts while he was home, but whenever he was away, it helped ease the ache created by his absence. After getting settled underneath the covers with your nose pressed into Aaron’s pillow, you soon fall asleep.

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You are up early the next morning, quickly climbing out of bed before you realize that you have the next few days off, the 23rd (today) through the 26th for Christmas. You had used a few vacation days to extend your Christmas ‘vacation’, as you and Aaron (who had thought he would have had Christmas case-free) had wanted to spend time with Jack, as a family.

You couldn’t bring yourself to climb back into bed so you head downstairs, the idea of making breakfast for Jack coming to mind. Even though Aaron wouldn’t be home for Christmas, you still wished to make this Christmas special for Jack, just as you had planned to with Aaron. After going through your email and having a cup of your favorite morning beverage, you head into the kitchen. A few minutes of looking and you find your recipe for gingerbread waffles, a favorite from your childhood, and start gathering the ingredients.

Fifteen minutes later and you have your first batch of waffles made, bacon sizzling in a pan on the stove, and orange juice in glasses on the table. Christmas music is playing softly in the background when a small voice has you whipping around.

Jack is standing in the middle of the kitchen, his hair standing up at different angles on his head, and one of his hands sleepily rubbing his eyes. “Good mornin’ mama.” Despite not being his birth mother, Jack had been calling you mama since you had moved in with him and Aaron, over a year ago now. And every time you heard it, you were still overcome by joy.

You pull the boy into your arms, giving him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi bud. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept good mama. What are you making?” He asks curiously, peering around you to look at the stove. 

You stand and briskly stride back to the stove to flip the bacon and check on the waffle you had cooking before you turn back to Jack. “Gingerbread waffles and bacon.” You answer, plating one of the waffles and some bacon before bringing it to the table. “Here buddy. Eat up.” You said, placing the plate next to the glass of orange juice. Jack bounces to the table, sitting down and quickly digging in.

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After breakfast, and a few games of twenty questions, you decide to take Jack to the ice skating rink not too far from the apartment. The two of you bundle up and hail a cab to the rink. You spend the five minute ride to the ice plex with Jack in your arms as the two of you play a game of “I Spy.” 

The cab reaches the ice rink, and after paying the driver you and Jack venture inside. You let out a laugh as he exclaims in excitement at all the trophies, fancy ice skates, and photos of skaters in the lobby. You rent a pair of skates for the two of you, before leading jack out to the seating around the rink. It takes you a few minutes to get skates on, and to help Jack with his but a few short minutes later the two of you are out on the ice. 

It is apparent that you are out of practice and try as you might, you fall several times. Jack is actually skating better than you and soon he is ‘teaching you’. 

“Mama, make sure you aren’t leaning backwards. That might be why you’re falling.” The nine, almost ten, year-old’s advice was helping you to stay on your feet for longer than thirty seconds. You had even started to move cautiously along the edge of the rink, with Jack skating confidently in front of you. The two of you stay out on the ice until Jack tells you he is cold. Admittedly, you were starting to get cold yourself, but you didn’t want to end Jack’s fun early. 

After ice skating, the two of you go to Jack’s favorite pizza place, a little Italian place (the boy had developed sophisticated taste buds, thanks to a certain David Rossi), within walking distance from the apartment. The two of you have a lunch filled with cheesy pizza, endless breadsticks (which both you and Jack enjoyed thoroughly), and lots of laughs.

Then, upon returning to the apartment, the two of you cuddle up on the couch and watch Christmas classics. You share with Jack some of the movies you had grown up watching (Y/F/C/M and Y/F/C/M) and he shares some his favorites with you (The Grinch and Santa Buddies).Your movie marathon only stops when you whip up a quick dinner, which the two of you eat in about ten minutes at the table, and when you get up and pop some popcorn for one of the movies. Jack stays up way past his bedtime, but knowing that neither of you have to get up early the next morning has you being more lenient with his bedtime. 

The next day passes in much of the same fashion. You and Jack take a walk, intent on finding the best Christmas decorations within walking distance. Although you had found some pretty cool decorations, Jack definitely won when he spotted the house decked out with a 12 Days of Christmas theme. Then the two of you stopped for lunch at one of the sidewalk vendors, something that Aaron probably would frown upon. 

After lunch, you and Jack went to a Christmas pop-up village, where you watched the ‘elves’ wrap presents and people take pictures with Santa. The two of you ordered deluxe hot chocolates and sat on a bench, listening to a choir sing Christmas carols. Jack sang along to the ones he knew and he even convinced you to sing along with some too. 

You two return to the apartment in late afternoon, shortly after which, the two of you start making Christmas cookies. You roll out the dough, while Jack stamps the cookie cutters into it, creating a variety of Christmas themed cookies. As the several batches of cookies bake, Jack reads to you from the kitchen’s small island as you follow the recipe for a sugar cookie frosting. When the cookies, and the frosting, are finished, you and Jack set to decorating the cookies. 

Three hours and an order of takeout later, and you have four dozen frosted cookies scattered across the kitchen counter tops, three bags of mostly eaten takeout, two empty mugs, and one frosting and crumb covered boy fast asleep on the couch.

You can’t help but smile as you look at the plate of cookies Jack decorated, not for Santa, but for Aaron when he returned from the case he was working on.There were several Santas, a Rudolph reindeer, a present, and a Christmas tree. As you cover the plate in plastic wrap, you can’t help but think that you would give just about anything to talk to Aaron for a while. It had been two days since he had left the voicemail, and since then all you had gotten were a few short texts. 

“Case progressing. Miss you and Jack.”

“Finally developed a profile. Love you Y/N/N.”

“Thought we had an unsub, but looks like we were wrong.”

“I love you and Jack. Wish I could be holding you both in my arms.”

You heave out a sigh and get to work doing the dishes from dinner and your baking escapade with Jack. The dishes, and tidying up of the kitchen, takes far longer than you want and it’s close to ten before you are gently waking Jack from the couch. You tenderly guide him down the hallway, making a pit stop in the bathroom to help wash some of the frosting off of Jack’s hands and face. After Jack is frosting free, with freshly brushed teeth and clean pajamas, you get him settled in bed. You read him “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” and listen to him sleepily tell you about the gifts he thought might be under the tree, after which you tuck him in and give him a kiss good night. 

You take your time getting ready for bed, wishing the entire time that you would be crawling into bed with Aaron, where you would spend the rest of the night in his arms. But, alas, you are greeted with a cold, empty bed, which you reluctantly climb into as you shoot Aaron a quick text, wishing him a happy Christmas Eve and adding a short ‘I love you.’ You try to read a few pages in your latest book, but your mind isn’t into it. Instead you stare at the softly blinking Christmas lights shining in from the hallway, through the small crack between the door and the door jam, letting the rhythmic changing of the lights lull you to sleep.

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You wake up to what sounds like the heavy apartment door swinging shut and the floorboards creaking, followed by a low thud and a muttering voice, which you can’t quite make out. Your heart is thudding wildly in your chest as you anxiously climb from the bed and tiptoe to the door of the bedroom. You can’t see any figures in the hallway, so you creep across the hall, placing a hand on the doorknob to Jack’s bedroom and noiselessly start to turn it open. You are so focused on opening the door and getting to Jack that you don’t notice the figure coming down the hallway towards you. A soft hand on your shoulder has you whipping around, landing a heavy hit with the heel of your hand to the intruder’s face. 

“Son of a-” You immediately recognize the voice as Aaron’s, which makes you gasp in shock.

“Aaron. I didn’t know it was you. I’m so sorry.” You say, as you start to fuss over him. You try to guide him to the bathroom, in hopes that you might be able to help him there, but his hands stop you. 

“Y/N, I’ll be alright. All I need is you in my arms.” His words, albeit a bit slurred (probably from the present throbbing in his face) bring a warm, fuzzy feeling into your chest and a cheesy grin to your face. You start to move towards the bedroom, but he pulls you close, scooping you up and easily carrying you back to the bed. The heat created by his body only leaves for a moment as you watch him, in the dull light, strip off his suit jacket and tie, before returning to your side. He pulls you incredibly close, his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in.

You don’t say anything, rather you just take comfort in his presence as you play with the small hairs at the back of his neck. “Gosh, I missed you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before looking up into your eyes. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek, his thumb tracing soft circles on your cheekbone. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” He says, giving you another kiss, this time on the lips. His kiss is slow and tender, as if he wanted to savor the moment and make it last as long as possible. 

Once you pull back, and catch your breath, you whisper, “Merry Christmas Aaron.”

He smiles at you, pressing another, much shorter, kiss to your lips. “I think I’ll wait for later in the morning to let Jack know I’m home; let it be a Christmas surprise for him.” He says, tightening his hold on you.

You smile back at him. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. For now, let me just appreciate my Christmas surprise.”