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headoverhiddles · 6 years ago

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The Gift (Part 2) - Nice Guy Eddie x Reader x Mr Blonde [Smut]

Synopsis: Eddie takes you and Vic to Vegas with his dad for a meeting before the job Vic is supposed to pull. An accident is not so accidental.

Tagging: @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design @cocoawaltz @mysticaltimemachinewench @neganrpblog @ford-brosnan-spader

PART I

The Cabots' private jet hums, the tray in front of you vibrating ever so slightly from an air pocket. You're draped over Eddie's arm as he finishes off his second Old Fashioned, and Vic lays across from you both on a sectional seat.

"Thanks a lot for bringing me out here with you guys," Vic mentions, smoke between his fingers and a rum in the other.

"Hey Vic, you know how it is," Eddie replies, lighting his own cigarette, "You're pretty much family at this point."

From across the jet, Joe sniffs.

"Certainly a better son to me than you are, Eddie. Right hand knows what the fuck the left hand's doin'."

Eddie places the hand he had over your hand over his heart, turning back playfully. He's a little tipsy, you can tell from the slight flush in his cheeks, and he's having a good time. "Daddy, that hurt. And right in front of my girl, too."

Joe cracks a bit of a smile. "The dame's alright. She's just with you for ya money, anyway. Or, I should say, my money. Ain't that right sweetheart?"

"You know that's not true," you giggle, and walk your fingers up Eddie's exposed chest, "Well, not anymore, anyway."

Everyone chuckles, and Vic stretches out for a nap as Eddie orders you a Manhattan from the guy they've got working for them. You watch Vic, and find yourself rubbing your thighs together while you glimpse his biceps and exposed tattoo.

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Once the jet touches down, you all take a car that brings you directly to the hotel-- you're staying at the Mandalay Bay.

"Should we really be staying in plain fucking sight like this?" Vic asks, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. Eddie slings an arm around his buddy.

"Vic, Vic! Prison's made you too fuckin' cautious. Meeting or no, we've gotta stay in style, just like old times, c'mon!"

"Life's been too good to you, Eddie," Vic smirks, "You oughtta get your ass busted, then you'll see how much of a spoiled little brat you really are." Eddie grins, and tries to deck him, but Vic's too fast, and gets Eddie first, the pair ending up in a tangle of limbs and struggle until Joe turns around, growls, and stomps up to them.

"Every time I turn around, you boys are makin' fools out of us all. What's the little lady gonna think?"

"Oh, I'm used to it, Mr. Cabot," you reply.

Joe snorts. "With my son? I guess. Watch over these grown ass idiots, will ya?!"

You salute playfully, and turn to them. You pout, tugging on Eddie's sleeve to get up to the room, and Eddie laughs.

"Speaking of spoiled little brats..." He stands up, and his eyes flicker down to your lips as he growls playfully, dragging you in for a kiss. You moan against his lips, deepening it, and Eddie's hand finds your leg, lifting it up to back you against a wall as you both moan and make out. Vic ducks his head, and smiles.

"I'll be going now."

When all of you are finally finished checking in, you get up to the rooms. Eddie unlocks suite 364, and Vic is next door in 365. Joe got a suite up a floor, because he wanted to be as far away from the "shenanigans and debauchery you three are bound to get up to". His policy was always: if I don't know what's going on, I don't have to worry. Unless it's about a job, in which case, somebody better fucking tell me what's going on, or bullets will find some skulls.

After dumping everything out on the bed and in the bathroom, you get changed into something a little sexier, and put on a ruby necklace Eddie bought you last month. You saunter out of the bathroom, fixing your hair, and Eddie looks up from the bed. You notice he's got his fly undone, and he's jerking off lazily as he looks at you.

"Hey, you look swell." He sighs, giving his hard on another stroke. "Got somethin' ready for you."

"Uh huh," you say, pretending not to give it a good look as you out some lipstick on.

"Mmmm... baby, is it wrong that I just wanna tear all that off ya, bend you over this bed, and fill that tight little pussy of yours?"

"Yes," you admonish, planning on teasing him to no end tonight, "I'm hungry, and I wanna do some slots. Then you can fuck me as hard as you want. Later."

Eddie runs a hand through his hair, squeezing his already throbbing dick. "Got myself a sugar baby to fuck me on my terms. Only fucks me on her terms. Fuckin' unbelievable." He shakes his head, still smiling at you, and you blow him a kiss. He heads into the bathroom, jerks himself off quickly, gets into some nicer clothes, and comes out, taking your arm.

"Let's go then, princess."

You go downstairs and out to the Bellagio buffet, then to the hotel casino. You wonder what Vic's doing... probably getting laid or hanging out at some dive bar on the strip with dancers.

You think back to when Vic fucked you, how good and rough he was. You're wet already thinking about it. Then you look over to your sugar daddy, how his shirt is unbuttoned, and think of his cock that he had just been touching. Fuck, just the idea of your situation got you beyond excited-- passed between two sexy men, who loved to make you feel amazing.

"You thinking about something in particular?" Eddie asks, focused on the slot machine.

"Why?" you mutter.

"When you stare at my chest that intently, I can only assume you're thinking about something pretty specific."

You smirk, and lean in. "On second thought, I'd rather the rest of the night we stay in. If I have to wait another minute, I'll need to go to the washroom and take care of myself."

Eddie looks over at you, and shakes his head. "What do I always tell you? Horny all the time, it's a damn miracle."

You bite your lip, and he cashes in, guiding you upstairs. You both get undressed, and Eddie's already half hard again, just from you rubbing him in the elevator on the way up. Your thoughts are racing, and tour blood is rising as you shimmy your panties down, a wet spot already prevalent in them.

"Fuck, love that body," Eddie murmurs, welcoming you onto the bed, and you force him down into the pillows, turning around and spreading your legs. Reverse cowgirl feels really good, and Eddie always seems to cum extra hard with this position.

"Yeah, baby, fuck yeah, do it," Eddie nods, and you sink down on him, moaning and arching your back as you finally make it down to his hips.

"You're so..." you gasp, "S-So big, daddy..."

"Daddy loves feeling his girl's tight little cunt," Eddie breathes, "That's it, sweetheart... fuck daddy's cock good..."

You start to whine and whimper, working yourself back onto his dick as he spanks your ass repeatedly, and just as you're approaching your first orgasm, the door beeps, and in lumbers--

"Shit," Vic smiles. "Wrong key card."

"Your room's next to ours," Eddie sighs, and you come to a halt on him. Vic eyes you, and Eddie sighs. "Take a picture asshole, it'll last longer."

Vic keeps staring, and you make eye contact with him, shuddering. Eddie notices how turned on you are being stared at by his friend, so he narrows his eyes.

"You busy?"

"Me?" Vic shakes his head, already dropping his coat, "Nah." He closes the door, and stops, hands on his belt. "Eddie... I understand if this is crossing a limit. I can go jerk off in the shower, I know you shared her with me once, but that was a one time thing, I mean..."

"Hey. Like I said," Eddie smirks, twirling a lock of your hair, "What's mine is yours." Vic and Eddie both look at you for approval, and you nod fast, suppressing a groan, so Vic takes his belt off, beginning to undress as well.

"Oh," you moan, and Vic climbs onto the bed, that domineering gaze back in his dark eyes.

"Alright. How the fuck are we gonna do this?" Eddie mutters, and you climb off of him. Vic takes his pants down, pumping himself a few times, and Eddie blinks. "Holy motherfuck. No wonder she gets wet every time she sees you, you're fucking hung!"

"You like it, Eddie?" Vic teases, "You want a taste? You want a little taste?"

"Shit, I might just take you up on that someday, buddy," Eddie laughs, and goes in on you from behind, kissing down your neck hard. Vic takes the front, tracing his hand down between your breasts, down to your belly, and to your throbbing arousal. You moan a little, and gasp suddenly as Eddie pushes three fingers into your wetness from behind.

"You snooze you lose, pal," he grins, and Vic smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He moves down to your nose, and then tentatively kisses you on the lips, softly and with feeling. Your cheeks are flushed from Eddie fingering you, but the action makes you blush even more.

"Eddie," Vic says slowly.

"What?"

"I'm not just gonna jerk off watching you two go at it, I'm not a fuckin' pervert. I wanna fuck (y/n)."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with my dick, shove it up my own asshole, Victor?" Eddie snaps, and Vic sets off into giggles as you grin.

"Let me suck you off, daddy."

Eddie suddenly looks interested again. "Yeah? You wanna suck daddy off?"

"Mhmm," you nod, and Eddie nods, moving around to the front of you. You get in between his legs, bending over, and you nearly choke as Vic thrusts into you from Eddie's former position. You lower your lips, and start to suck Eddie off as Vic pounds in, the stimulation of Vic's big cock inside you with the progress you and Eddie had made prior to his "accidental" entry working you toward a mind blowing climax.

"That's so fucking good, baby girl," Eddie praises you, "Daddy's gonna cum sooner than he thought."

"Cum in my mouth, daddy," you breathe, and go back down on him, moaning as Vic finds your clit, rubbing and massaging it just right.

"Oh, oh, oh," Eddie stutters, shoving his hips up into your mouth, and Vic starts to grunt behind you, fucking you so hard you're being pushed forward into Eddie.

"Cool it, Vic, she's gonna--" Eddie is suddenly cut off as he cums in your mouth, hot and thick down your throat. He grabs your hair, holding on as you whimper and moan in pleasure around him, and when he's all finished, he looks down at you.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

"About a billion fucking times, Edward," Vic shoots back, and thrusts again. You cry out, and Vic brings a hand down on your ass. Now that you're done sucking Eddie off (and Eddie is laying on his back, sated), Vic takes the opportunity to flip you around, lifting your legs high to rest on his shoulders as he watches his cock go in and out of you. Almost sobbing now, you repeat his name, until he pounds one more time and leans down.

"Such a dirty little cockslut. Loved getting fucked by two cocks tonight, honey? You made us both cum, from fucking your mouth and your pussy. How's that feel?"

"Mmm, amazing," is all you can moan.

"Yeah?" Vic asks, "You like that? 'Sat good, that hit the spot?"

"Vic-- Vic, Vic--"

"Alright. Cum for me."

You climax hard, your voice going hoarse from the screaming. Eddie watches you come apart in awe, and Vic pulls out and cums on your stomach.

You lay there in a heap, the three of you, and finally, as usual, Eddie breaks the silence.

"I haven't felt that good in my entire life."

You have to agree.

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Joe sits at the dinner table the next night, sipping some wine.

"Meeting went well, Joseph?" Vic asks.

"Sure did, Vic. Sure did. Eddie was in a strangely good mood, didn't threaten the other guys once. Can't explain it." You smirk, and Vic ducks his head, holding in a laugh. Eddie has to fight not to laugh as well, and Joe just rolls his eyes. "I don't wanna know."

"No," you smile, "You really don't."

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kissproof · 2 years ago

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❦ . . . 𝘗𝘈𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘓𝘐𝘗 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘊𝘌

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 (+ 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦) 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 & 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 , 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣! / 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉

the feeling of being suffocated between a woman’s thighs is something… unexplainable

it’s truly an ecstasy all its own which is why brown likes it so much

he loves arching his head back, jaw tight from his open mouth, tongue flicking and nudging at your most sensitive points

and he loves the way you grip his hands as he does it, using them as reigns to help you grind

because he’s alright on his own, fueled purely by the films he gets off to

but when you find the right rhythm for you, it’s heaven

by the time you’re about to come it all sounds so wet and you just feel so good and he’s grabbing all over you, gathering sweat in his palms from excitement

his nose is smushed against your pelvis when you practically bend over to hump into your orgasm, shaking and gasping hard as he brings you over the edge

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆

he’d usually be knuckle deep inside you, face so close he has no choice but to taste it

he’ll give you a few kitten licks, which you take with much gratification, moaning louder than you had before

and his scruff rubs so tenderly against your skin that you buck your hips into the roughness, a near growl escaping your mouth

he holds your hips down with one hand, his long fingers splayed out, knuckles red

that’s a lovely sight within itself….

your legs begin to quiver with his other hand is still playing you from the inside

he curls just right, pressing fiercely against your trigger and you have to cover your mouth because you nearly cry from how hard you come

he’s pleased with himself, but immediately brushes his teeth afterward :/

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀

spreads your legs apart like he just happened upon the most beautiful field of flowers

“such a pretty girl.”

you get wetter just from his words, and he knows it too

he’ll “sweetheart” his way into your panties any day of the week! cooing and kissing on you until you’re pleading for his tongue

loves to have your legs up over his shoulders or have your feet rest on them, your comfort is always important to him

he’ll take breaks to breathe, grinning at you as you pant and run your hands through his hair

but then he goes straight back to tongue fucking you, his mouth so wet and soft

encourages you to come in such a gentle voice, then he licks you absolutely clean

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀

loves to do it most when you’re already so spent

he’ll pull out of you and grab onto your calves so he can lasso you to the edge of the bed and devour you with every last fiber of his being

he moves slow, deathly slow & his kisses are deep, long, & wet

you curl your hand along the side of his head, palm to his ear as your legs flail and quiver from weakness

and all you can do is whine and whimper his name, jerking out of his mouth because you’re so sensitive

but he just grabs onto your thighs, keeping you open for him, forehead forming wrinkles as his eyes pan up to watch your shaking chest and stomach, your beady eyes

“that’s it, baby,” he hums, hardening his tongue when he knows you’re close. “look at me…”

and most of the time you can come from how pretty he looks down there. he’s just that powerful

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀

literally….. give this man a medal

freddy puts his whole face in it, nose, mouth, chin, he embraces it all

and he’s so eager, smiling and chuckling the whole time, his tongue flickering like a fucking garden sprinkler

he always has a hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his fingers while his other fingers slip inside you, his lips sucking hard on your clit

love love loves when you suck his fingers while he goes down on you

he also loves to flip you on your stomach and get at you from behind, spreading your ass and thighs

you push back against his face and all he can do is moan, he’s just so enamored by how sexy you are

he goes so fast that you never have time to keep up with your own climb and before you know it you’re crying for him to make you come

he’s so muffled as he talks you through it through his open mouth, “comeformebaby… comeforme…”

𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀

nearly always finds a way to get you to suck his dick at the same time, but nevertheless you don’t complain

he likes the way your moans feel when they vibrate along his cock

you’ll come more than once when eddie’s involved because you won’t stop until he comes and that can take a while

when you’re in 69, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist so you can’t move, absolutely demolishing your pussy with his mouth

other times he’ll make your spread your vulva for him and he’ll let a string of spit run down on you to get you wetter

he loves how wet you get

rotates between rubbing and licking your clit

always does a courtesy fuck afterward no matter how many times you came beforehand cuz he just can't resist

#reservoir dogs #quentin tarantino #x reader #tim roth #steve buscemi #michael madsen #harvey keitel #chris penn #reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs headcanons #mr pink #mr white #mr blonde #mr orange #mr brown #kissproof

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 3 years ago

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Could you do something with Mr Brown, Nice Guy Eddie and any of the other dogs if you feel like it (or even just Eddie if you don’t feel like doing more than one!) and what they would do if they had a partner who is on their period? I’m just finishing mine and your girl could use some comfort because this is a huge pain lol. Love your blog so much!!! I hope you’re doing well. 💖

Hey hon, I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having a hard time. Believe me, I get the pain being AFAB myself. Sorry it’s so rough; I’m more than happy to help out here. I apologize for the late reply by the way, I hope that these headcanons can account for it. ( Thought the GIF below was fitting for this occasion ).

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, angst, hurt-comfort, periods, and insecurities.

the dogs with an s/o on their period ( reservoir dogs )

MR. BROWN/JOHNNY CAMPBELL

This cinnamon roll is both confused and worried simultaneously for you. He has no clue what’s going on to you, all he knows is that you’re in pain, and you’re not yourself.

He does all he can to make you comfortable. Blanket burritos, hot water bottles, painkillers, chocolate, whatever you need, he’ll get it no questions asked. He loves you, only wanting to see you happy.

If you’re okay with it, then cuddles are totally on the table.

Of course, being the film buff he is, you’ll basically have a movie marathon week after work. He pulls out all of your favourites from his vast VHS tape collection, his arms heaped with comedies, rom-coms, whatever genre you like. His commentary is priceless, putting a smile on your face.

“ How you feeling, honeycake?” He asks the minute you walk in the door after a long day at your job. He can see that you’re not a hundred percent, so he rushes to scoop you into a tight hug.

Foot massages, this is Brown/Tarantino we’re talking about, ha ha.

In all seriousness though, he’s your knight in shining armour.

“ Aww, c’mere and let me rub your back, sweetie.”

“ I’m so sorry, I know it sucks balls. I wish I could take it away.”

“ Hey, as soon as you’re feelin’ better, I’ll take you out to Blockbuster and we can rent a couple of movies, get some take out, and have a date night at home. You’d like that?”

“NICE GUY” EDDIE CABOT

He saw the signs of your period approaching a week beforehand. Your change in attitude, the way you looked, your energy levels—it wasn’t exactly conspicuous.

When the actual cycle starts, you bet that he gets himself in gear. He’s a sassy king, we all know this, but he tries to tone it back so as not to irritate you.

Hugs, hugs, and more hugs, with an extra helping of cuddles and staying in bed for the whole morning.

Eddie’s the best cuddle-buddy out of all the Dogs in my opinion; warm, encompassing, soft, and gentle despite his size and strength. All that sweet chubbiness gets put to good use.

“ Mmm, Daddy’s gotcha, doll. There ain’t nothing that can take me away from you right now.” You melt into his chest, his sensual purring getting the best of you. Even when he’s not trying to be, Eddie is white hot sex.

He pampers you, there is no other way to put it. You tend to feel insecure about yourself when your time of the month comes. It breaks his heart to see you doubting yourself; his beautiful, smoking hot partner. He does your hair, paints your nails, treating you like the god you are. ( I’ll go more into detail about where he picked up his beauty skills in some future headcanons, 😉 ).

“ Don’t you goddamn forget how gorgeous you are, you hear me?”

“ You’re a god/goddess, baby. I know that Heaven is real, because it’s blessed me with you.”

“ I’m here to be here for you, okay?”

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK

I have a theory that Larry is twice divorced, and you are his third partner. He could never keep his wives because they couldn’t accept him for how he did business, nor over his sense of humour, which you adore. Being married before means that White has a fair share of experience in the period department.

Being a man, he doesn’t know how it feels himself, but he is more than sympathetic. He thinks that men who are dismissive towards the struggles of menstruation are disgusting and stupid as hell. Honestly, it makes him very angry. So you can sure that he won’t treat you like that.

Oftentimes, you feel grossed out by dirt and sweat when you’re on your period. You’re in the shower regularly everyday, to combat this. He’ll join you, but not to be lecherous. He just wants to make you comfy. He has some lavender scented shower steamers, which make the experience better.

Washing your hair for you, his hands so gentle on your scalp. He scrubs you down himself, taking caution around your sensitive regions. And he always asks beforehand, like the classy gentleman he is.

“ You still okay with this? I can stop if it’s painful, darling,” You tell him it’s perfectly fine, letting him work his magic.

Okay, but one of the cutest things he does to help you feel better? Reading to you in bed.

I’ve already covered how much of a literature lover he is in my first requested fanfic on this blog; so go check that out if that interests you. Anyways, he’ll crawl into the bed you two share with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He pours, hands you one, then picks up a book off the shelf above the headboard. And he reads to you, in that velvety honeyed voice of his. GOSH, NOW I’M SCREAMING AT MY SCREEN.

“ You know how much I love you, Y/N? Even when you’re feeling down, I love you as much as I did when I first laid eyes on you.”

“ I fluffed up your pillow for you. Why don’t you come have a nap with this geezer, huh?”

“ It’ll be over soon, love. It’ll be over soon.”

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE

Like Brown, this guy has no idea why you’re suddenly so angry all the time. He’s basically thinking, what demon has possessed my sweet baby Y/N? Your mood swings unnerve him, he doesn’t know what’s going on. So he asks you, and you tell him you’re on your period.

That makes sense to him suddenly. It dawns on him right there in the living room of your apartment. He nods, pulling you into a hug. He tells you he’s sorry, and that he’s all yours to do whatever he can to help.

Freddy whips out his comic books, action figures, and cartoons to entertain you with, having the time of his life with you snuggled up in your fuzzy onesie on his chest.

He comes back from the grocery store carrying all your favourite comfort foods: chocolate, snack foods, booze, whatever you like. He just uses your period as an excuse to eat pizza and watch Spider-Man all day.

“ I’ve called in sick with the Dogs, so now I’m here the whole week!” He beams, grinning like the prankster he is. You shake your head, not able to help but laugh and call him an idiot.

He carries you bridal style around the house, you can’t protest. To the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, he’s like your valet-slash-personal-driver in one package. Plus, it makes you laugh when he creates his own sound effects as he sweeps you to your feet. He’s a comedian, definitely.

“ Hey, you know what always makes me feel better? Ice cream sandwiches and Nintendo! ”

“ You’re the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent, baby. The Mary Jane to my Peter. And don’t you ever think about saying that you can’t compare to those broads, because you do, and you’re better than they are.”

“ I hate seeing you in pain, it makes me sad too. I’m sorry it hurts, I’d give anything to stop it. ”

I hope these were okay, and if not, I will GLADLY rewrite them to make it better for you. Thanks for the request, anon, and I’m sending you all my good vibes and love during this sucky time.

#killingitreservoirdogsstyle #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #mr orange #mr white #nice guy eddie #reservoir dogs headcanon #reservoir dogs x reader #periods are the worst #tim roth #chris penn #harvey keitel #movies #thank you anon #my love to you

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fandom-of-pulp-dogs · 3 years ago

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[Eddie Cabot aka "Nice Guy Eddie" Dating HCs]

WARNINGS: sexual content, the usual sugar daddy bullshit

Word Count: 342

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I feel like I say this a lot but it's TRUE! They are all SUGAR DADDYYYYSSS (minus pink ifykyk)

And they like to make it known, this def includes Eddie

He's like the ultimate sugar daddy in the group

Will buy you anything zero hesitation

He's (arguably) the BEST cuddler in the group

Takes you on vacations allll the time

Loves it when you ride him lmao

You most def have given him a striptease while wearing his ICONIC windbreaker

This mans is STRONG

Will manhandle you (with permission)

He compliments you ALL THE TIME

“You’re looking gorgeous today baby”

“God You’re so fucking hot”

“Oh look at that pretty face”

If you were a waitress then he’d always tip extra (He’d also joke about you giving him head in the bathroom and let’s be honest, you’d give it some real thought)

He’d introduce you to all the dogs and they’d all be v nice and respectable around you but behind closed doors…

“I’m just saying I’d tap that ass” “Hey shut the fuck up Blonde that's my gal!” “Why can’t he say he’d tap that? I mean I would too-" “THAT'S IT-”

You get the gist

If you were in School/University then he would pay for it

Idk why but I just KNOW y’all have matching silk robes haskuhfjghfjeshgf

If it was in modern times y’all would watch John Mulaney together dfjbgkjhg

Buys you a vacation home in your fav country because he’s just THAT mans

He really likes quickies

When you guys have a fight he probably is pretty good at actually working it out but he also always buys you a gift, not to really make up for it but I feel like he just wants you to know that you will get anything you want and more even through the worst parts of your relationship. (did that make sense to anyone??? Idk I'm ngl I'm kinda bad at this)

You have def giving him a hand job under the table at breakfast with the dogs

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Requests are still open!

#reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs 1992 #quentin tarantino #eddie cabot #nice guy eddie #eddie cabot x reader #nice guy eddie x reader #reservoir dogs x reader #chris penn

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jjsmaybank20 · 2 years ago

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Hi May I please request, In the season 7 finale of CM, it's reader that is shot by the bank robbers and taken, instead of Will. (JJ reacting the same way, only Reader is her best friend. And when they're in the hospital, R's freaking out to JJ about leaving Henry with Izzy and JJ kisses her to shut her up?) Jennifer Jareau X fem reader.

my first request! hope you like it.

Confessions

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Reader

Summary: You would do anything to protect JJ. You love her, as more than just your best friend. Problem is, you put your life on the line before you can figure out if she feels the same.

Warnings: Reader gets shot, angst, very slight steaminess at the end

Word Count: 2.8k

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It was a bank robbery. Not a common call, but not uncommon enough that you hadn’t been sent to one before. The robbers known as the “Face Cards” have been robbing banks all over the DC area, and this time, you happened to be called to the scene.

You and your partner Tyler were driving around on patrol when your police radio went off, “All units in the vicinity of Penn and Southeast, robbery in progress at Colonial Liberty Bank. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired at the Colonial Liberty Bank. All units.”

Tyler and you looked at each other as you grabbed the radio, turning the steering wheel to make a U-turn, “433 responding,”

Tyler flicked on the sirens as you started to speed up. The two of you parked around the side of the bank so that they couldn’t escape through the side doors, “Better pull back and see if they respond-” Tyler was interrupted by a shot ringing out and a bullet narrowly missing his head.

“Shit! Cover!” you yelled.

The two of you took cover behind the car as you fired at the man who tried shooting Tyler. The bullet ripped through the man’s shirt and went into his shoulder. You watched as another man grabbed him and pulled him back inside.

You called for assistance, and went around the side of the bank to see who else had responded. As soon as you rounded the corner, your best friend JJ came running towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Tyler over here got pretty lucky,” you said with a smile on your face, patting his back.

JJ held you out in front of her, scanning you for injuries. You pulled her back into a hug, trying to reassure her that you were fine. “I’m okay, let’s just try catching these guys okay?” you whispered and she nodded letting out a sigh.

You spent most of the day talking to Chris as you all watched Oliver die. The team's only goal was to get the hostages out of there without anyone getting hurt. “No more feds. I want the cop who killed my brother,” you let out a sigh, placing your head in your hands. As soon as you started talking to Chris, you knew that he would at some point come to this.

You, Morgan, JJ, and Hotch all stood there in the van, “Well, I gotta go to him, don’t I?”

“No, absolutely not!” JJ exclaimed.

You looked at your best friend with a sad smile, “What other choice do we have?”

“Something! Anything else! They will shoot you the second you walk in! Why is that not going through your brain?!” she yelled.

Hotch and Morgan met your eyes, nodded, and then left to give the two of you some space. Once they had gone, you looked at JJ and ran your hands through your hair.

She paced back and forth until you finally grabbed her and pulled her into a powerful hug. You wanted to show her how much you love her and care for her even if you’re about to run into a bank full of robbers who probably want you dead.

Once you pulled away, she noticed the determined look in your eyes, “No, no, no! You can’t do this! What about us? What about Henry?”

“Four people are dead because I killed his brother,” I whispered.

You pulled away from your short embrace, walking backwards towards the door of the van, “No please! Please don’t leave me!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face as she slid her back against the wall.

You wanted nothing more than to run up and hold her, and tell her how you truly feel about her, but you knew that this needed to be done. So no one else could die for your mistakes. “I’m so sorry. I don’t have a choice,” you whispered again, “I love you and I love Henry. I love you so, so much. Remember that, always,”

Hotch. already knowing what you were going to choose, had SWAT members hide behind the cop cars, already pointing their guns inside. You took a deep breath as you started to walk towards the bank.

You could hear JJ’s screams as you slowly walked towards the bank, “Morgan! Let go of me! Y/N! Y/N stop!”

You raised your hands up immediately, walking into the bank, “C’mon Chris, you got what you wanted. I’m here. Now please, let them go,”

“You go,” Chris said, forcing a mom and her children out of there, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him.

There was no response from him as he pointed his gun at you and shot twice. The noise echoing throughout the entire building and outside. JJ collapsed in Morgan’s arms, her eyes widening, “No!”

The team sat there in the van with JJ. They knew how much she cared about you, as more than a friend, even if she didn’t say it to them. They are a team of profilers, after all. If one wrong thing was said, she could break down right there and then. “Where was she shot?” she asked. Garcia just stared at her with a helpless look in her eyes. “Where was she shot?!”

“We don’t know,” Garcia muttered.

JJ couldn’t take it anymore. She punched the wall in frustration. Everyone just stared in shock, unsure of how to comfort her, and not knowing if you were alive, but hoping you would hang on.

Luckily, he didn’t shoot to kill.

As you laid there, you could feel yourself getting weaker. Your shoulder was bleeding out and your vision was going blurry.

All you could think about was JJ and Henry. The way Henry would run up to you when you’d go over to their house and hug you tightly.

Or the nights where both you and JJ were off, and you would go to her house, Henry would lie in the middle of you as a movie played. Eventually, Henry would fall asleep cuddled up next to you both. Then you would wrap you arm around the both of you. Once you made sure they were both sleeping soundly, you’d carry them each to bed.

“I need to cause a distraction while you guys get out of here,” you told the man, who was applying pressure to your wound, “But I need you to tell someone something for me. Tell Agent Jennifer Jereau that I love her so much and I’m so sorry,”

The rest of the time you spent at the bank was a little fuzzy. You were more focused on trying to get Chris to turn on the woman and trying not to pass out from blood loss. You knew that if you let yourself drift off, it would be over.

Before you knew it there was an explosion and you were getting pushed into a car. The whole car ride, you focused your breathing, trying your hardest to stay awake.

The only thing keeping you going was JJ. What you would do just to hold her one last time.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when you arrived at a fire station. The fireman helped patch you up as Izzy had instructed. You watched as she shot him multiple times before sneaking into the firehouse to grab you a change of clothes.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” you muttered.

“He was a witness, he needed to go,” she shot back without an ounce of remorse.

She put you back in the car. Everything seemed calm, until Izzy suddenly started opening fire on Chris.

“Detective Y/L/N, take Chris out of the car and get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a little drive,” she told you, the gun pointed straight at you, “Stop here,” she muttered after a little bit.

The backdoor opened to reveal the Joker himself. He was the former Marine who helped keep pressure on your wound. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before ultimately remaining your composure.

“Hey Y/N!” he patted your wounded shoulder and you tried your absolute hardest not to wince, “Sorry, forgot about that,”

“Drive,” she said again.

“Where?”

“Take me to see her son,” Izzy said and you shook your head. Henry wasn’t your son, but you had been there for JJ since day one, and you had been made his Godmother. You had always dreamed of becoming a family with him and JJ. “I said, drive!”

You took a deep breath in before driving towards JJ’s house. You were tense the entire drive, your knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. You just hoped and prayed to whatever type of God there was that they could keep Henry safe.

JJ would be able to get over the loss of you, but the loss of Henry. That’s a different kind of loss she’ll never be able to survive.

You finally parked across the street. You smiled softly at the sight of Henry playing in the front with Miss Kate and her daughter.

“He’s a cutie,” Izzy told you and your smile quickly faded, “Looks a lot like Jennifer. Where’s the hospitality Y/N? Come on, introduce me!”

You got out of the car slowly walking up to the house, “Y/N!” Henry yelled, running towards you as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

You crouched down so his tiny arms can wrap around your neck. “Hey, Buddy!” You held him tight and close, sucking in a deep breath. Just for a moment, you were transported back to one of your favorite parts of the week. Just for a moment, he was safe in your arms.

Until he wasn’t.

You told Miss Kate that it was okay to go as Izzy followed you into JJ’s home. Once Henry ran off to grab some toys, you turned your head and looked straight at her, “You lay one finger on him and I will kill you!” you say with teeth gritted.

Izzy clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, making a tsk noise, “Now do you remember the deal Y/N? You touch me and both you and Jennifer die. Who’s gonna take care of Henry then?”

“Y/N! Come play with me!” he exclaimed, running back in.

You crouched down again, ruffling his blonde hair, “I would love to, but I can’t right now buddy. You see, I have to go back to fighting bad guys, okay? Izzy over here is gonna take care of you until your mommy comes home,” you could feel the tears start stinging your eyes as you tried to stop them from falling.

“So you’re gonna be a good boy for Izzy, okay? Listen to everything she says, okay?” you ask him.

“Okay,” he replies innocently.

“One more thing bud,” you pull him close to you as you hug him tightly, “I know I am not your mom or dad, but I love you so much. Did you know that?”

He nods and you smile softly, “I will never let anything hurt you. Everything is going to be okay,”

“Everything will be okay,” he mumbled back, “I love you Y/N,”

You sniffled, “I love you too, Buddy,”

You take a deep breath and back away from him. Before you walked out of the house, you looked Izzy dead in the eye, pushing your shoulder against hers on the way out.

You sung open the car door before slamming it shut, “What the fuck do you want?!” you asked.

“Woah, easy tiger,” Matthew told you, “You’re going to listen to everything I say. If you even thing about saying no, your boy is as good as gone. Or should I say Jennifer’s boy is as good as gone because he’s not yours. He will never be your own kid,”

Matthew made you drive to the train station where he dragged you down, chained you to a chair, and strapped a bunch of bombs to your chest.Then he ran, like the coward he is.

You thought you were a goner. But that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was that Henry was safe. He was stuck with the psychopath that is the “Queen”.

Just when you thought all hope was lost, Prentiss came running in, “I found Y/N!”

She ripped the duct tape off your mouth, “Izzy’s got Henry. Forget about me! Make sure Henry’s safe, please!”

“JJ’s there right now. She’s gonna keep him safe,” Emily tried calming you down, “I’m not leaving your side, I’m gonna get you out of here so you can be with your family,”

Emily was panicking as she tried to find a way to keep you from blowing up into bits. She punched in one passcode and it beeped, showing that she only had two tries left.

You shook your head, knowing that in a minute you’ll be gone, and Emily could not be here to be included in the damage.

“Emily, just go. Get everyone out of here,” you pleaded.

She shook her head, “No, I told you you’ll get to be with your family and that’s what’s going to happen. You need to finally tell JJ how you feel. I’m not going to leave you,”

When she finally unlocked the code, another box opened. 30 seconds flashing and taunting you. This is how long you have left to live.

“Emily, tell JJ that I love her and that I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Now leave please! There’s still a chance that you could save yourself so go!” you yelled.

She sat there looking at the wires before out of nowhere without speaking she just cut one, “fuck!” you exclaimed, shutting your eyes.

After a couple seconds, nothing happened. You opened one eye and looked down at the timer. It stopped. You let out a breath and a hollow laugh, leaning your head against the pole.

“Emily, I love you and I love that you’re JJ’s other best friend. But let me just say, I didn't think we’d get this close to where I trust you with my life...literally!” you joked and she let out a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get you to your family,” she told you.

As soon as the bomb squad came to disarm you, you wrapped your arms around Emily, pulling her into a tight hug, “Thank you,”

“Of course,”

Then, just as suddenly as the relief had hit, a wave of pain washed over you. “Oh, shit, Y/N! You're bleeding!” Prentiss exclaims, as she sees blood leaking through the bandage on your shoulder and through your shirt.

“Huh, I guess I am.” You say just before you pass out.

When you wake up, your shoulder is numb. You try to gain your bearings, and when you look down, you see a sleeping figure with her head on your lap.

“That can’t be comfortable.” You rasp out, trying to clear the pain and the sleep out of your voice. JJ shoots up and pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“Ow, ow, ow! Watch the shoulder!” You yelp when she squeezes you a little too hard.

“Sorry, sorry.” She winces. Then she turns around and starts pacing.

“How could you do that to me?! You can’t just run into danger like that. This is how you end up in the hospital with an almost fatal injury! I cannot live without you in this life. You are my best friend and I can’t do this without you.” She yelled.

You laugh dryly. “And there it is. Sometimes I get my hopes up because we flirt, but I guess that's just all in my head. We say I love you to each other all the time, but I mean it so differently than you do. Because it is becoming incredibly clear that you don't feel the same w-” You are cut off when JJ grabs your face and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

“Never say I don’t mean it the same way. Cause I do, I love you so much it makes my heart hurt because I know there is always a chance I will lose you. You are the most beautiful, kind, funny, chaotic person I know, and… I really want to kiss you again.”

This time, you are the one who pulls her into a kiss. This time, instead of breaking it off, JJ straddles your lap and kisses you deeper. You put your hands on her waist, while she tangles hers in your hair.

“Woah! We can come back later if we are interrupting something.” Emily exclaims as she walks through the door. You and JJ jump apart, faces bright red.

“Yes, finally! Babygirl! You owe me $20!” Morgan yells to Garcia after striding into the room. JJ hides her face in your neck while you laugh at the team filing into the room.

While an unfortunate circumstance got you two together, you knew that nothing would ever be able to tear you apart.

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years ago

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safe and sound [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x reader

requested by anon: Hi! I love your Criminal Minds fics and was wondering if I could make a request? Where JJ and reader are dating and it’s set during the season 7 finale where reader is the one who shot the robber and is the one who was taken instead of Will. JJ and reader reunite with a fluffy ending.

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Kings and Queens. Jacks and Jokers.

Sound familiar, right? When you hear that you think of the playing cards, not some bank robbers who have been robbing internationally.

It was a bank robbery. Something that you have been reported to at least five times throughout your career, but this time it was different. The robbers known as the “Face Cards” have been robbing banks all over the DC area, only this time were you called onto the scene.

You and your partner Will were driving around on patrol when your police radio went off, “All units in the vicinity of Penn and Southeast, robbery in progress at Colonial Liberty Bank. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired at the Colonial Liberty Bank. All units.”

Will and you looked at each other as you grabbed the radio, turning the steering wheel to make a U-turn, “426 responding,”

Will flicked on the sirens as you started to pick up speed. The two of you finally parked on the side of the bank to prevent them from escaping through the side doors, “Better pull back and see if they respond-” Will was about to go on went a shot rang out and a bullet narrowly missed his head.

“Shit! Cover!” you yelled.

The two of you took behind the car as you fired at the man who tried shooting Will. The bullet ripping through the man’s shirt and through his shoulder. You watched as the other man began pulling him away from the door and back inside.

You called for backup and not too long after JJ came running towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Will over here got pretty lucky,” you said with a smile on your face, patting his back.

JJ scanned your face, her hands never leaving your cheeks. You grabbed a hold of her hands, pressing a kiss to the palm of them, “I’m okay, let’s just try catching these guys okay?” you whispered and she nodded letting out a sigh.

Most of the day was spent talking to Chris as you all watched Oliver die. The only goal was to get the hostages out of there without anyone getting hurt, “No more feds. I want the cop who killed my brother,” you let out a sigh, placing your head in your hands.

You, Morgan, JJ, and Hotch all stood there in the van, “Well, I gotta go out there, don’t I?”

“No, absolutely not!” JJ exclaimed.

You looked at your girlfriend with a sad smile, “What other choice do we have?”

“Something! Anything else! They will shoot you the second you walk in, is that not running through your brain?!” she basically yelled.

Hotch and Morgan met your eyes and they took your face to give the two of you some space. Once they left, you looked at JJ and placed your hands on her waist.

She finally leaned in to your touch and placed her hands softly along your neck. You placed your forehead on hers as she sighed. You pressed your lips on hers, kissing her intensely. You wanted to show her how much you love her and care for her even if you’re about to run into a bank full of robbers who probably want you dead.

Once you pulled away, she noticed the determined look in your eyes, “No, no, no! You can’t do this! What about us? What about Henry?”

“Four people are dead because I killed his brother,” I whispered.

You wanted nothing more than to run up and hold her, but you knew that this needed to be done. So no one else could die for your mistakes. “I don’t have a choice baby,” you whispered again, “I love you and I love Henry. Remember that, always,”

Hotch already knew what you were gonna choose, SWAT members hid behind the cop cars, already pointing their guns inside. You took a deep breath as you started to walk towards the bank.

You could hear JJ’s screams as you slowly walked towards the bank, “Morgan! Let go of me! Y/N! Y/N stop!”

You raised your hands up immediately, walking into the bank, “C’mon Chris, you got what you wanted. I’m here. Now please, let them go,”

“You go,” Chris said, forcing a mom and her children out of there, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him.

There was no response from him as he just shot you twice. The bullets firing echoing throughout the entire building and outside. JJ scrambled in Morgan’s arms, her bright blue eyes widening, “No!”

The team sat there in the van with JJ. All eyeing her like she was about to just explode. One wrong word would just cause her to go crazy, “Where were they shot?” she asked. Garcia just stared at her unsure of what to say, “Where were they shot?!”

“I don’t know,” Garcia muttered.

JJ picked up the stack of papers that were lying next to her and threw them at the wall of the van. Smacking her hands down onto the cool metal. Everyone just stared in shock, unsure of whether you’re alive or dead.

Luckily, he didn’t go for the kill shot.

You laid there as you could feel your body going cold. Your shoulder was bleeding out and the hostages who were helping you started to get a little blurry.

All you could think about was JJ and Henry. The way Henry would run up to you when you’d go over to their house and hug you tightly.

Or the nights where both you and JJ were off, Henry would lie in the middle of you as a movie played. Eventually, Henry would fall asleep cuddled up next you. Then JJ’s lazy arm would wrap the both of you. Once you made sure they were both sleeping soundly, you’d wrap your arms around both of them safely and securely.

“I need to cause a distraction while you guys get out of here,” you told the man, who was applying pressure to your wound, “But I need you to tell my girlfriend Jennifer and her son Henry that I love them so much and I’m sorry,”

The rest of the time you spent at the bank was a little fuzzy. You were more focused on trying to get Chris to turn on the woman and trying not to pass out from blood loss, than anything else.

Before you knew it there was an explosion and you were just getting pushed into a car. The whole car ride, you focused your breathing, trying your hardest to stay awake.

The only thing keeping you going were JJ and Henry. What you would do just to hold them one last time.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when you arrived at a fire station. The fireman helped patched you up much to Izzy’s choice. You watched as she shot him multiple times before sneaking into the firehouse to grab you a change of clothes.

“You didn’t have to kill him,” you muttered.

“He was a witness, he needed to go,” she shot back without an ounce of remorse.

Then the next thing you know you were transported back to the car. Everything was going fine or well okay for being a hostage to two psychopaths. Until Izzy just started opening fire on Chris.

“Well Detective Y/L/N, take Chris out of the car and get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a little drive,” she told you, the gun pointed straight at you, “Stop here,” she muttered after a little bit.

The backdoor opened to reveal the Joker himself. He was the former Marine who helped keep pressure on your wound. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before ultimately remaining your composure.

“Hey Y/N!” he patted your wounded shoulder and you tried your absolute hardest not to wince, “Sorry, forgot about that,”

“Drive,” she said again.

“Where?”

“Take me to see your son,” Izzy said and you shook your head. Henry wasn’t your sign biologically, but the longer you and JJ dated the longer it felt like he was. Like your entire life he was actually yours, “I said, drive!”

You took a deep breath in before driving towards JJ’s house. The drive was tense as your knuckled turned white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. You just hoped and prayed to whatever type of God there was that they could keep Henry safe.

JJ would be able to get over the loss of you, but the loss of Henry. That’s a different kind of loss she’ll never be able to survive.

You finally parked across the street. You smiled softly at the sight of Henry playing in the front with Miss Kate and her daughter.

“He’s a cutie,” Izzy told you and your smile quickly faded, “Looks a lot like Jennifer. Where’s the hospitality Y/N? Come on introduce me!”

You got out of the car slowly walking up to the house, “Y/N!” Henry yelled, running towards you as he wrapped his arms around your legs.

You crouched down so his tiny arms can wrap around your neck. You held him tight and close, sucking in a deep breath. Just for a moment, you were transported back to one of your favorite parts of the week. Just for a moment, he was safe in your arms.

Until he wasn’t.

You told Miss Kate that it was okay to go as Izzy followed you into JJ’s home. Once Henry ran off to grab some toys, you turned your head and looked straight at her, “You touch my kid and I will kill you!” you said with teeth gritted.

Izzy clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, making a tsk noise, “Now do you remember the deal Y/N? You touch me and both you and Jennifer die. Who’s gonna take care of Henry then?”

“Y/N! Come play with me!” he exclaimed, running back in.

You crouched down again, ruffling his blonde hair, “I would love to, but I can’t right now buddy. You see, I have to go back to fighting bad guys, okay? Izzy over here is gonna take care of you until mommy comes home,” you could feel the tears start stinging your eyes as you tried to stop them from falling.

“So you’re gonna be a good boy for Izzy, okay? Listen to everything she says, okay?” you ask him

“Okay,” he replies innocently.

“One more thing bud,” you pull him close to you as you hug him tightly, “I know I am not your mom or dad, but I love you so much. Did you know that?”

He nods and you smile softly, “I will never let anything hurt you. Everything is going to be okay,”

“Everything will be okay,” he mumbled back, “I love you Y/N,”

You sniffled, “I love you too buddy,”

You take a deep breath and back away from him. Before you walked out of the house, you looked Izzy dead in the eye, pushing your shoulder against hers on the way out.

You sung open the car door before slamming it shut, “What the fuck do you want?!” you asked.

“Woah, easy tiger,” Matthew told you, “You’re going to listen to everything I say. If you as dare mutter the two lettered word, your boy is as good as gone. Or should I say Jennifer’s boy is as good as gone because he’s not yours. He will never be your own kid,”

Matthew made you drive to the train station where he strapped a bunch of bombs to your chest and chained you up like you’re some random zoo animal. Then he ran, like the coward he is, he ran.

You thought you were as good as gone. But that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was that Henry was safe. He was stuck with the psychopath that is the quote on quote “Queen”.

Just when all hope was lost Prentiss came running in, “I found Y/N!”

She ripped the duct tape off your mouth, “Izzy’s got Henry. Forget about me! Make sure Henry’s safe, please!”

“JJ’s there right now. She’s gonna keep him safe,” Emily tried calming you down, “I’m not leaving your side, I’m gonna get you out of here so you can be with your family,”

Emily was panicking as she tried to find a way to keep you from blowing up into bits. She punched in one passcode and it beeped, showing that she only had two tries left.

You shook your head, knowing that in a minute you’ll be gone, and Emily could not be here to be included in the damage.

“Emily, just go. Get everyone out of here,” you pleaded.

She shook her head, “No, I told you you’ll get to be with your family and that’s what’s going to happen. I’m not going to leave you,”

When she finally unlocked the code, another box opened. 30 seconds flashing and taunting you. This is how long you have left live.

“Emily, tell JJ that I love her and that I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Now leave please! There’s still a chance that you could save yourself so go!” you screamed.

She sat there looking at the wires before out of nowhere without speaking she just cut one, “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, shutting your eyes close.

After a couple seconds, nothing happened. You opened one eye and looked down at the timer. It stopped. You let out a breath and an empty laugh, leaning your head against the pole.

“Emily, I love you and I love that you’re JJ’s best friend. But let me just say, I did not think we’d get this close to where I trust you with my life...literally!” you joked and she let out a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get you to your family,” she told you.

As soon as the bomb squad came to disarm you, you wrapped your arms around Emily, pulling her into a tight hug, “Thank you,”

“Of course,”

You were finally discharged from the hospital after a couple hours. Rossi reassured JJ that she could stay home with Henry and that he’ll drive you to the house. She was hesitant at first, but Rossi basically forced her to stay home.

Rossi parked in front of JJ’s patting your shoulder softly, “Enjoy your time off,” he joked.

“Oh trust me, I will,” you fired back and the two of you let out a hearty laugh.

You walked into the house slowly. Henry’s little voice echoing throughout the foyer was like music to your ears, “Y/N! You’re back!” he yelled.

You kneeled down as he made a bee line towards your arms with your arm that wasn’t in a sling, you hugged him tight. Even with one arm you could tell that he was struggling to breathe at how tight you were hugging him.

“I am! Did you pick out a movie tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows up at him.

“Yup!”

“Which one did you pick?” you asked and he showed you the DVD case of Shrek 2, “Nice choice bud!”

You looked up to the sound of footsteps to see JJ walking towards the two of you, “How about you brush your teeth and change into your PJ’s and me and your mom we’ll get the bed and movie all set up? How does that sound?”

“Great!” he replied with a big smile.

“Great!” you responded, ruffling his hair, pulling him into another hug, “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“I love you too,” he told you before running off.

You stood back up to face JJ. At first she looked angry before her anger turned to sadness. You took her into your arm as she buried her face into your neck, “It’s okay,” you whispered, “Everyone’s safe. I’m safe, Henry’s safe, you’re safe. We’re okay,”

JJ took your face into her hands, running circles on your cheekbones, “I know Henry’s not biologically mine, but he means the world to me Jay. I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to him,”

“You’re just as much as a parent as I am,” she whispered.

“But he’s not mine,” you told her.

“Then let’s change that, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me. We’ll get married in front of all of our friends and family. Henry will be your son, blood or not. And I will be your wife,” JJ whispered.

You smiled at her softly, “You know, I always wanted a wife and son,” you whispered to her.

“So is that a yes?” she asked.

“In every single language,” you murmured, pressing your lips upon hers.

You and JJ stood there for a minute, just relishing in each other’s embrace. Your lips moving in sync. When all of a sudden you hear a little, “Ewwwww,”

The two of you pulled apart and you saw Henry all dressed up in his Captain America pajamas, “Who are you ‘eww-ing’ Mr?” you asked him and he giggled as he ran away from you.

You immediately ran after him, JJ yelling after you, “Y/N! Be careful of your arm!”

Henry squealed as you picked him up with your one healthy arm, spinning him around the bedroom before dropping him onto the bed. You crashed in your usual spot next to him as JJ put on the movie.

You felt Henry’s little arm wrap around your body and once his grip loosened you knew he was asleep. Your eyes glanced over to JJ who was sleeping safe and soundly, her chin resting on top of Henry’s blonde head of hair.

You sighed contently, as you turned on your side, wrapping your arms around the two of them. Henry’s head close to your chest as your forehead rested on top of JJ’s.

Just for a moment, everything was right where it needed to be.

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years ago

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𝔻𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Welcome back to Dino’s Spooky Club!

As you all know, I have my first challenge this time of the month. It’s the end of Halloween. It’s was a spooky month and I wanted to do something instead of us readers and writers going out to trick or treat.

Well I have treats for you. They might be a treat or a trick. I’ll let you decide on them.

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 is a fun challenge I have been planning. Thank you all who joined on this challenge it was such a treat.

This is the list of your favorite writers and films!

(Announcement for entered writers at the bottom)

Reader Inserts .

Chris Evans

Spooky Season (It)- @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Cara Mia (The Adam’s Family) - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Steve Rogers/Avengers

Misunderstood (Carrie) Part 1 Part 2 - @nekoannie-chan

Bucky Barnes/Avengers

Scream Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (Scream) - @queenofspades20

If You Wanna Get Out Alive (The Purge) - @writerwrites

Andy Barber/Barber Family

Silent Night Part One Part Two (A Quiet Place AU) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho

Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave Home Sweet Home: Moving Day Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em Home Sweet Home: Jody Says... Home Sweet Home: Kill ‘Em (Amityville AU) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Ransom Drysdale

Us (Us) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl The Game Is Afoot (Ready Or Not) - @waywardodysseys

When The Party’s Over (Split) - @nbarnes

Bryce Langley

Button Eyes (Coraline) - @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho .

Frank Adler

Shark Attack (Jaws) - @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

Lucas Lee

What Could Go Wrong? (Cabin In The Woods) - @heavenlypugpizza .

Jeremy Renner

Witchcraft (Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters) - @heavenlypugpizza

Penn

Waking The Witch (The Witches) - @nbarnes

Character Pairings .

Now You’re Mine (Steve R. x Wanda M.) (Hocus Pocus) - @hevans-angel

The Best Worst Holidays Part I Part II (The Shining) (Steve Rogers X OFC) (Brock Rumlow x OFC) (Thunderblink, WinterWidow) - @nekoannie-chan

Thank you all who joined my Spooky Scary Stories Challenge, hopefully this can happen next year and I will love to bring in more!

I’m glad to see you all survive this Spooky Month and I cannot wait for the next challenge that’s coming up soon!

As you all know, I’m a slow writer so I understand for some who are not done with their entry! Deadlines are useless, I will never do that to you guys so if you haven’t finished your entry at the end of October, do NOT worry. You keep them coming!

#DinoScaryStories2020 #Chris Evans x Reader #Jeremy Renner x Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Ransom Drysdale x Reader #Andy Barber x Reader #Bryce Langley x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers x Reader #Barber Family x Reader #Brock Rumlow x OC #Steve Rogers x OC #Steve Rogers x Wanda #Frank Adler x Reader #Spooky Stories

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Nice Shirt | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: After two years of being in a relationship with Tom, you start to question whether you are putting your own dreams aside for this relationship. You make a hard choice but is it the right one?

Warnings: Implied Smut, Drinking, Bit of Angst

2016

Tom couldn’t sleep after comic-com panels. The adrenaline pumped through him, and he couldn’t sleep for hours. He tried to convince Chris Hemsworth to go to the bar with him, but he begged off.

“You can talk to your wife any time. But how often do you get to bar hop in Philadelphia?”

“Nah, mate.” Chris responded. “I am absolutely wiped. But go have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Chris clapped him hard on the shoulder.

“Ehehehe.” Tom chuckled. “Of course. Brother.”

The two men parted with a hug, and Tom headed for his car.

“James…” Tom asked his driver. “Do you know any good bars?”

The man smiled in the rearview mirror. “How good?”

“The best.”

“I know just the place.”

You weren’t sure how you ended up at Frankford Hall, but here you were, beer in one hand, ping pong paddle in the other.

“Whoo!” you hooted as you beat the young frat guy on the other side of the table. “That’s how it’s done!”

Someone tugged on the back of your shirt, you spun wide, sloshing your beer. You weren’t drunk yet, but the buzz was flowing.

“JESS!!” you screamed. “You made it!”

You pulled your best friend into the tightest hug. She mumbled something against your chest.

“What?”

“I said…” Jess pushed off of you. “… we need to get some food into you.”

“Excellent idea.”

You linked arms and headed inside to order some food.

Tom reminded himself to thank James for the excellent suggestion. He never would have picked a biergarten for the night but with ping pong and authentic food. It hit the spot after a long day of photographs and signing photos.

“Hey!” a voice beside him cut through the din of the bar.

“Pardon?” Tom answered, turning to find you standing there.

“Nice shirt, Paul!”

“The name’s Tom.”

Your head ducked as you burst out into laughter.

“I was calling you Paul Bunyan. You know, the lumberjack. Plaid shirt.”

Tom glanced down, forgetting he had thrown on his well worn red plaid shirt.

“Oh, right. Eheheheh.” Tom gave a nervous chuckle.

The waiter plopped a plate in front of Tom. Bratwurst. Tom licked his lips and took a big bite, bits of sauerkraut falling to the plate.

“I like a man who can handle his sausage.” you flirted.

The waiter delivered your and Jess’s appetizers, laying the plates in front of you. Tom eyed your food while taking a big swig of beer.

“I like a woman with a big appetite.” Tom countered, turning on his stool to give you a once over.

“Good to know.” You licked your thumb after popping a bit of pretzel in your mouth. “How are you with a paddle?”

Tom choked on his beer. “I beg your pardon?”

You lifted your chin to the outside.

“Ping pong. What did you think?” You returned the favor of allowing your gaze to slide up and down his long lean body, lingering on some places more than others.

“No comment. Let me finish this beer and I will meet you out there.”

You grabbed your plates and headed outside.

“It is about time. I worried you got lost in there.” Jess grumbled as you shoved her food at her.

“Jess! You will never guess who I just ran into in there!”

Two Years Later

“What on earth are you doing?” Tom questioned as he viewed drawers opened and the closet door thrown ajar.

“Packing, Tom.” you sighed as you folded up shirts, deciding which ones to pack and which ones to leave behind. “That is what one does when getting ready to travel.”

“I thought we decided you weren’t going to take that job.” Tom sat down on the bed, jostling your suitcase.

Your hands gripped the once folded shirts.

“No, you talked to me for two hours about all the reasons why I shouldn’t move back to the States and then you changed the subject every time I tried to bring it back up again. But there was never any ‘we’ in this decision, Tom. I’m going.”

“Why?” Tom’s voice cracked. “I thought we… you were happy living with me here in London.”

You sighed as you shoved a couple pairs of boots into the suitcase. “I was.” Tom smiled a slight smile. “But I realized if I stayed here, all I would ever be is your girlfriend.”

“You make it sound like a prison sentence.” Tom mumbled.

“For me, it would be. I have dreams and goals of my own and no matter how hard I try, it would always be overshadowed by you. Or worse, pitied or given special treatment because of you.” You shoved the last of your clothes and pushed the lid down and struggled to zip the case closed.

Tom fidgeted with his hands in his lap.

“We could have talked about all this before you booked your flight. We can still talk about it, delay your flight.” His voice grew shrill. “We can make this work. Just don’t leave. Not like this.”

His hand slid over to grab yours. You sat down beside him, giving his hand a brief squeeze before extracting your fingers from his grip.

“My lectures start tomorrow.” A horn beeped. “That’s my taxi.”

Tom bolted to standing. “You can’t possibly be leaving now! Let me drive you to the airport. Something!”

You stood too. You rose on your toes. Your hands rubbed across the stubble on his chin and cheeks. Tom’s eyes squeezed closed at your touch and tears streamed down to your fingertips. You pressed your lips to his and sighed. Tom gripped your sweater like his life depended on it. The sound of the taxi honking again interrupted your embrace.

You squeezed his shoulders hard. “I need to go. I will call you when I land.”

Tom nodded. He grabbed your suitcase and carried it to the door. You reached for it, but he held on.

“Please reconsider. I love you.” Tom pleaded.

“I love you too. But I love me more.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll call from Philly. Take care of yourself.”

Tom bit his lip in hopes to stifle his anguish. He released his grip on the handle as he nodded at you. You kissed his cheek and stepped out the door. He stood at the threshold until you waved from the backseat of the cab.

Tom gave a tight smile and a small wave until you disappeared into view. Once the door clicked behind him, Tom crumpled to the floor, his legs ceasing to function. Bobby trotted over to check on him, and Tom burrowed his head into Bobby’s soft fur.

He sat there for 30 minutes until his phone rang. He sent it to voicemail. It rang again. This time he turned the phone off and chucked across the foyer. He dragged himself to the couch where he lay until there was a knock at the door.

He jumped to his feet and ran to the door, hoping you had changed your mind.

“I’m so glad you—” he exclaimed as he flung the door open.

“Glad to see you too, mate. Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Luke responded as a disheveled Tom met him at the door. “What the hell happened!?”

Tom’s face fell. “She’s gone.” he croaked out as he fell against Luke.

Luke stood bewildered as he walked Tom back into his house and hoped to unravel just what had Tom in such a state.

Three Weeks Later

It was Tom’s first time leaving the house since you left. Luke made sure he had groceries and cleared his calendar of what few things were on it.

Tom had been planning a surprise vacation with you. Which Luke had to cancel. And now Tom sat in a corner booth of his favorite restaurant waiting for Benedict to arrive.

“Shall I get you something to drink?” The waiter asked as Tom ignored the menu.

“A pint. And keep them coming.” he grumbled, not bothering to take off his sunglasses.

“Are you sure that’s a wise decision giving your current emotional state?” Ben’s voice questioned as the waiter walked away.

“Why the fuck not? I am in mourning.”

“It’s been three weeks, Tom. You can not continue on like this. Your liver will never make it.”

“Want to bet?”

“Your GP would agree with me. Nice shirt, by the way. You’ve got a real brooding lumberjack vibe going on.”

Tom glanced down at the red plaid and tears welled in his eyes.

“That’s what she said the night we met.” Tom’s voice cracked.

Ben’s face softened at the wreck of Tom. “I didn’t mean to hit a nerve. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t know. I never wear the shirt any more. But I haven’t been doing laundry as much.”

“Or showering either.” Benedict takes an exaggerated sniff.

“Not helping, mate.” Tom shot daggers across the table.

“How can I help? I assume that is why I am here. Since you are not taking any calls.”

“I broke my phone chucking it across the room. Haven’t bothered to replace it.”

Ben pressed his hands flat. “You might want to get on that. Perhaps she is trying to call you. I was under the impression you were smarter than this.” He shook his head at Tom.

Tom perked up. “I hadn’t thought about that. Do you think she has reached out?”

“Well, you won’t know until you talk to her.” Tom’s eyes sparkled and sat up straighter. “There’s the Tom Hiddleston I know.” Ben smiled.

“Thank you, Ben. You are a loyal friend.”

“I’m your best friend. And I only want you to be happy. And as payment for my expert relationship advice, you are paying for lunch.”

“With pleasure.” Tom smiled for the first time in weeks.

Tom’s mood was short lived. He stopped by the store and replaced his phone. He listened to your voicemail from that day you left. And then nothing. Not a text, not a call. Radio silence.

“Hello, darling. It’s Tom. Sorry I haven’t called sooner. A bit of an accident with my phone. I would very much like to talk to you. To hear your voice. Call me, please. Any time, day or night.”

He sighed as he left the message and stared at the phone for the rest of the night. It didn’t ring.

Two Months Later

It was three months since you moved to Philadelphia and began your adjunct position at Penn. You only gained some semblance of normal in the past few days.

“And that is it for today.” You addressed the class. “See you on Thursday.”

The auditorium emptied quickly as students rushed to either their next lecture or something else to do. With a huff, you heaved your bag onto your shoulder and headed to your office on campus.

“Hello?” you answered your phone.

“Any word?” Jess’s voice asked on the other end.

“I told you. He doesn’t have this new number, and I lost his when my phone took a swim in the toilet.”

“Then email him.”

“If he wanted to talk, he would have called those first few days. He has moved on.”

“You are a stubborn ass. You just don’t want to reach out first and have to admit you made a mistake. That you still love him and still want him.”

“That’s not true. He’s busy. He has projects. He probably isn’t even in London right now.” you lied to yourself. You hated when Jess was right.

“Bullshit. You’re scared. Fine, don’t do anything and throw away the best thing that ever happened in your life.”

“Hey! This job is the best thing that happened to me. It moved me closer to you.”

“I would give up our weekly lunches to see you happy. Are you happy?”

You sat down silent at your desk. She was happy, she thought, right? That was the whole point of this. The move was meant to help her reach her goals. Everything felt hollow instead of empowering.

“Yeah, yeah.” you lied to Jess. “Of course, I’m happy. That was the whole point.”

“Still calling bullshit. Remember Jason is coming to pick you up for lunch tomorrow because I have that client meeting.”

“Thank you for reminding me. Bye Jess.”

“Talk to Tom.” she blurted out before you ended the call.

You laid your head on your desk and sighed.

The next morning dragged on. You loved teaching communication, but today your heart was somewhere else. Jess’s words weighed you down like an anchor.

“And what percentage of communication is communicated nonverbally?” you asked the class.

You scanned the room to find someone to call on. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied a red plaid shirt. Just like the one Tom wore at Frankford Hall years ago.

“Ah…” you lost your train of thought. You glanced again but couldn’t find the shirt again. “… yes?” you pointed at someone in the third row.

You spent the rest of the lecture searching the room for the owner of the shirt, but he had disappeared. You convinced yourself you imagined the entire thing.

“Let’s end class early. Enjoy it because it won’t happen again.” you announced.

The class cheered as they packed up for the day. You waited until the hall was empty just to double check for Tom.

“You are losing it.” you mumbled to yourself.

Tom convinced Luke he was ready to work again. Starting with some radio appearances in New York. Luke wasn’t convinced Tom didn’t have a hidden agenda.

“Are you sure you aren’t planning on taking a day trip to Philly to find her?”

Tom scoffed. “It’s over, Luke.”

Luke glanced at Tom askance but complied with the request. “Fine, but I don’t want to see a single story unrelated to these interviews in the papers.”

“Cross my heart.” Tom made an exaggerated “x” on his chest.

“I’ve heard that before.” Luke groused as he made the plans.

When Tom received his itinerary, he was grateful Luke left an entire day empty.

“You know me too well, mate.” Tom commented as he saw the handwritten note at the bottom:

Here is a good car rental company. It is just under two hours to Philly. Be safe and tell her you love her.

- Luke

Tom wasted no time to call the car company.

When he arrived on campus, it didn’t take him long to find your office. It was locked.

“Excuse me, do you know when the professor will return?” he asked a passing student.

“She is lecturing in Ames Hall. It's just down the corridor.”

“Thank you.” Tom took off.

He snuck into the back to the crowded lecture hall and listened in for a bit. He swore you glimpsed him. His stomach growled as he skipped breakfast to get on the road and he ducked out of the hall to get a quick snack.

As he headed back, he spied you outside your office. His heart leaped into his throat. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes in joy.

He stepped forward but stopped as a man approached you, and you threw your arms around him.

“Fuck!” Tom cursed as the two of you walked away. He collapsed on a nearby bench, uncertain where to go from here.

It was later in the day when Jason dropped off back at campus.

“Call him.” both Jason and Jess pleaded.

“Leave it be, you two. We have both moved on.”

“Is that why you swear you saw him in class today? Or that you haven’t even thought about dating since you got here?” Jess added.

“Goodbye you two.” You slammed the door and headed to pick up your things before heading home.

You noticed someone slumped over on a nearby bench. You stepped closer and noticed the red plaid shirt from earlier.

“Are you okay?” you inquired. “Tom?!”

Tom unfolded himself from the bench.

“Tom, it’s you! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in London?” Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“I needed to see you. To talk to you. To explain why I didn’t call.”

You crossed your arms. “I’m listening.”

“I was so upset, I threw my phone and broke it. I left you a message but didn’t hear from you. I figured you might have moved on, but I was willing to take a chance. But I see I was right.”

“How long have you been sitting there? Are you talking about Jason?” You hooked your thumb behind you.

Tom sighed heavily. “So that’s his name.” He took your hands and held them tight. “I should have fought harder. I should have listened more. I am so sorry that you ever felt you couldn’t pursue your dreams with me by your side.” His thumbs ran across your knuckles.

You spied the tears falling down his cheeks. You opened your mouth to speak, but Tom cut you off.

“I want you to be happy. Whether that is with me or not. But above all, I want you to be happy. And if that means I never see you again, then so be it. But know I love you. I will always love you.”

“Tom—”

“Have a wonderful life.” Tom leaned forward and pressed his lips to your cheeks. “Give me a call if you are ever in London.”

Tom turned on his heel and walked away.

“WAIT!!!” you screamed, and he stopped and turned to face you. You ran to meet him. “Did you mean it?”

“Every word. I have never lied to you.”

“Jason…” Tom turned his head away at the name. You grabbed his chin to have him face you. “… is Jess’s long-term boyfriend. He picked me up to meet her for lunch.”

Tom’s eyes widened as the words sunk in. “So…”

Your lips curled into a smile and your hands snaked up his torso, gripping the front of his shirt. “Nice shirt, Paul.”

Tom smiled back. “The name’s Tom.”

“Well, Tom. I think we should carry on this conversation in my office.” You tugged him along. “I think your shirt would look amazing on my floor.”

Tom smiled as you shut the door. “I only want to make you happy.”

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tabloidtoc · 4 years ago

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People, July 13

Cover: Murder in Paradise -- two husbands poisoned, what do the wives know?

Page 1: Chatter -- Sandra Oh on wanting to be on Scandal after reading the script, Chris Pratt on thinking wife Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt laughed a lot when they first met, Charlize Theron on her relationship with Sean Penn, Patti LaBelle on how she feels at 76, Zoe Kravitz on how former Catwoman Michelle Pfeiffer reacted to her taking on the role

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Jennifer Aniston shows off her tat, Mary J. Blige releases her own wine, a golden retriever turns 20, NASA honors pioneer Mary Jackson, The Princess Bride gets a quarantine makeover

Page 5: Contents

Page 6: StarTracks -- The BET Awards -- Amanda Seales, Roddy Ricch and DaBaby, Beyonce, Michelle Obama

Page 7: Alicia Keys, John Legend, Chloe x Halle, Wayne Brady

Page 8: First Look-- Jennifer Hudson and Marlon Wayans and Forest Whitaker in the biopic Respect based on the life of Aretha Franklin

Page 9: Fun in the Sun -- pregnant Ciara in a pink bikini, Cindy Crawford in a hot tub, Britney Spears and Sam Asghari wearing masks oceanside, Colin Jost goes surfing in the Hamptons, the new Bachelor Matt James went wakeboarding with the old Bachelor Tyler Cameron

Page 10: Summer Lovin’ -- David Beckham and wife Victoria Beckham on an afternoon walk, Reese Witherspoon and husband Jim Toth hold hands on their way to an L.A. market, soon-to-be parents Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner masked up for a stroll, Kate Beckinsale and boyfriend Goody Grace wear masks for a grocery run

Page 11: Pregnant Katherine Schwarzenegger Pratt stepped out with mom Maria Shriver, Miranda Lambert and new kitten Tequila that she rescued near a highway, Savannah Guthrie and Al Roker reunite for the first time in months, Cardi B and daughter Kulture in matching outfits, Padma Lakshmi with daughter Krishna after voting in New York’s primary election

Page 13: Scoop -- how Kelly Clarkson is staying strong

Page 14: Miley Cyrus reveals she’s 6 months sober

Page 16: Heart Monitor -- Nicole Young and Dr. Dre $800 million divorce, Ryan Seacrest and Shayna Taylor split again, Billie Lourd and Austen Rydell engaged, Timothee Chalamet and Eiza Gonzalez new flames

Page 17: Katy Perry on mental struggles: gratitude saved her life, Amanda Peet -- funny mom and killer role

Page 18: Open House -- Luann de Lessep’s retreat in Port Ewen, N.Y. is for sale, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s emotional visit to Homeboy Industries in L.A.

Page 20: For Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson producing the second season of his hit NBC athletic-competition series The Titan Games became a way of paying tribute to the country’s real-life heroes

Page 23: Passages, Why I Care -- Mayim Bialik raises awareness about mental illness and how to get help

Page 25: Stories to Make You Smile -- a man and his dog cruise country roads in a motorcycle built for two, a chorus of women are spreading cheer one sip at a time

Page 27: People Picks -- Hamilton (definitely watch it!)

Page 28: Stateless, Expecting Amy, Karma, One to Watch -- Sylvia De Fanti

Page 30: The Truth, The Baby-Sitters Club

Page 31: John Lewis: Good Trouble

Page 32: Books

Page 34: Cover Story -- two husbands poisoned in paradise: were they murdered? -- in December 2018, boyhood friends Casey MacPherson-Pomeroy and Caleb Guillory made plans to ring in the new year on Anguilla with their wives but instead they ended up dead and now the men’s families wants answers

Page 40: John Legend answers questions from readers -- musician and activist and the reigning Sexiest Man Alive talks to fans about his family life and his hopes for change in America

Page 44: Country singer Granger Smith moving forward from family tragedy -- a year after the darkest day of their lives the singer and his wife Amber are finding purpose following the drowning death of 3-year-old son River in a pool accident at their rural Texas home

Page 49: George Lopez -- my incredible life -- the comic gets candid about his difficult childhood, the ups and downs of his groundbreaking success and his blistering return to stand-up

Page 52: Reunited with their newborn after COVID-19 -- we finally have him in our arms -- a Spanish couple spend 6 anxious weeks waiting to meet their infant son born in Idaho after the global pandemic shut down travel to the U.S.

Page 58: Before They Were Famous -- roles of a lifetime -- Lifetime movies have been a rite of passage on the road to stardom for 30 years and counting -- Reese Witherspoon, Ben Affleck, Taraji P. Henson

Page 59: Zac Efron, Kristen Bell, Hilary Swank, Mark Ruffalo, Jason Momoa, Ellen Page

Page 60: A Teen Epidemic: Growing Up Anxious -- after a childhood steeped in anxiety and depression Kaylie Rosen found happiness away from school and then the pandemic sent her home

Page 65: Kevin Bacon -- what I know now -- after 40 years in Hollywood the actor now starring in You Should Have Left reflects on fame and fatherhood and finding lasting love

Page 68: Voices for Change -- as Americans grapple with issues of inequality and police violence and social justice these activists, artists and authors are helping to chart the path forward -- Rachel Cargle

Page 69: Ibram X. Kendi

Page 70: Brittany Packnett Cunningham

Page 71: Nikkolas Smith

Page 72: Johnetta Elzie

Page 74: David Foster -- me and my girls -- the 16-time Grammy winner and his daughters open up about family ties and how he found his happily ever after with wife Katharine McPhee

Page 79: Style -- summer sandals -- Mindy Kaling

Page 81: Beauty -- the best summer hair tips

Page 87: Second Look -- Match Game hosted by Alec Baldwin and featuring Thomas Lennon, Mary McCormack, Bob Saget and Padma Lakshmi

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Andy Samberg

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years ago

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saints protect her chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ Request: @svintsandghosts "hey love. so i came across a song from back in my teenage years, was wondering if you could do a fic for it for chris? song is te amo by rihanna... Angst?"

Okay so I took inspo from "Te Amo" by rihanna, "interlude" by my chem, and a children's book called "the kissing hand" by audrey penn. This turned out really tragic, like more-so than I meant it to so just a heads up. sorry if i completely missed the mark on your request, if so id be glad to take another stab at it, just let me know :)

also i did try to edit as best i could but if i missed anything sorry lol

Song: she makes dirty words sound pretty by Pierce the veil

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @cynic-spirit +++++++++

"So what? You're just gonna be mad at me for no reason?"

I shrugged, not speaking to him.

"You always used to ask me to dance with you when this song came on."

I shrugged again.

"Maybe I just don't feel like dancing."

I looked away from him. He was right though, I loved slow dancing to this song. I also loved the feeling of holding him close to me, hearing the way his heart beat along to the music. He held his hand out to me.

"Please just dance with me."

I shook my head. There were so many things I still needed to think about. To get off my chest.

"No."

I stated bluntly. He sighed.

"Why not?"

I shook my head.

"You hurt me."

He looked a little confused.

"How did I hurt you?"

I shrugged.

"You just did okay."

He raised both of his brows.

"If I really hurt you I'd appreciate if you'd Please enlighten me. That way I can at least try to make things better."

I shook my head at him. He was absolutely unbelievable. Or maybe it was me who was.

"I heard you, talking to Shane. You don't love me."

I looked down at my lap and fiddled with my fingers.

"hell you probably never even liked me."

He sent me a look.

"What exactly did you hear me say to Shane?"

I looked up at him and breathed deeply.

"You said you couldn't love. That's why all your relationships tank. I guess I'm not even mad about that part, it's just, why wouldn't you tell me? How can I trust you if you go to someone else with your, our, problems?"

He sighed and moved to sit next to me. I just scooted away from him.

"come on y/n, I do talk to you, about most things."

I scoffed.

"Yeah most things, but evidently not the things that matter."

"You know that's a lie."

"No! I don't know if that's a lie! You barely come to me with your problems. Isn't being in a relationship supposed to mean you're a team? I feel like I barely have some vague idea of who you really are."

He looked a little sad now, holding his hand out to me again.

"will you Please just dance with me?"

"I love you."

I said bluntly as he stared me down, a Stern gaze now across his features.

"I love you"

I said again, staring intently back at him.

"Don't."

He said, loosening his body a bit. He had gotten so defensive so fast.

"We've been friends for years, in a relationship for months, surely I Mean something to you. I just wanna hear you say it."

He shook his head at me.

"Why? Will you Please just dance with me?"

Tears were stinging my eyes.

"I'm not doing shit till you say it."

He sent me a look.

"I can't."

I shook my head, wiping my eyes.

"That's what I thought."

He inhaled sharply.

"What do you want me to do y/n? Lie to you? Yeah, I dont love you, or maybe I do. I don't think i love anyone, not anymore. And you're right There's no point in lying to you."

I sniffled a little bit, wiping my face.

"I want to be your partner Chris. I do really love you. And I know you are working on some things but maybe right now just isn't the time for us."

He looked so worried, quickly reaching for my hands to hold them. I didn't pull away this time though.

"Please don't. You just said I'm working on some things so maybe I'm making progress already. Please, I need you. You make me better can't you see that?"

I shook my head and closed my eyes, letting a few tears fall down my face.

"Maybe so but I think you need to do this on your own. We both have some serious growing to do."

Now it was hard to look at him. He was crying just as much as I was. He squeezed my hand.

"If this is you breaking up with me will you please just give me one more dance? If we don't spend time together after this I want to at least end on a good note, holding you close to me."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'll do that, for you. You mean so much to me. And I would like to think we could still hang out and talk and be friends, it just isn't our time. So yeah, I'll dance with you, one last time."

He took my hand in his and stood up, turning the song back on.

"I do care about you. You are such a large part of my life."

I leaned into him as he held me.

"I love you Chris."

I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat to the song. It wasn't like it was before though. It was sad, yearning. I knew deep down he did probably love me, but how could I stay knowing it wasn't what either of us deserved? I felt him kiss the top of my head and I looked up at him, hearing the song come to an end.

"I don't believe in God, but I'll pray to whatever higher power there may be that our paths cross again. And that they keep you safe till then."

I placed my hand gently on his cheek and ran my thumb over his cheek bone, smearing his black, makeup-ridden tears.

"Let the angles guide us."

I said quietly. He took my hand in his before bringing it to his lips and kissing my palm.

"If we don't meet again just know you'll always be with me."

I took my hand out of his and placed it over my heart.

"I miss you."

I said, my voice breaking as the words left my lips.

"I love you."

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kissproof · 2 years ago

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can you write headcanons of the Dogs reacting to their s/o getting shot during a mission like what happened to Orange? Thank you! :)

𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 😌 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴 /𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 /𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆

he rushes you to the warehouse because that’s the first thing he can think to do, frankly it’s the only thing he thinks to do

and he’s absolutely frantic, he’s cursing he’s pacing he’s pushing his hair back over and over, he can’t even smoke he’s so riled up

he waits anxiously, almost angrily for the other dogs to show up

“what the fuck is taking them so long?”

funnily enough the only time he thinks to physically touch you is when you were initially shot

he ran to your side when he heard the gun, hoisting you up and running out of there

he lifts your head to put his suit jacket (folded like a pillow) beneath it

asks you to tell him about your life. birth til now, anything and everything and he doesn’t care who hears or how dangerous it is, he just wants to distract you from your pain

you’re not sure if he’s really listening or not but you admit it helps somewhat

eventually some other dogs finally show up and you all figure out from there what you’re going to do

𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀

imagine orange’s predicament times 100

once you’re at the warehouse he refuses leaving your side for any reason, even if just to explain what happened

he won’t go more than 2 seconds without pressing that you’re going to be just fine

“you’re not going anywhere, do you hear me? say it: i’m not going anywhere”

through your hyperventilating and sobbing you try to believe him

when you do calm down, though, you feel yourself give a weak smile at him

“there’s that smile…”

he doesn’t know what he would do if he couldn’t ever see that smile again :(

you squeeze his hand so tight at any and every ounce of pain, wincing and flushing from tears

you’re so grateful that he’s there with you, no matter how grave your situation is, you know that without him you’d be a goner

𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀

you get shot before you can even make it to the getaway car with orange

and it wasn’t even a fucking cop, it was some random civilian hiding a pistol in their grocery bags who saw you booking it down the street with wads of cash

he doesn’t take you to the warehouse but he doesn’t immediately take you to the hospital either

instead he finds an empty parking lot and climbs into the back seat with you

holding you there, it’s so quiet and he whispers to you that he’s so sorry and tries to tell you you’re going to be okay

he wipes away your tears, blood all over him and the car and his hands as it smears all over your face

and the whole time you can’t help but think of how cool you two must look together, doing this together

he’s conflicted about whether or not he should tell the others about what happened

and he’s too afraid to leave you alone, even just to drive but you tell him you can’t take much more blood loss and it was best to just go

you feel a peace fall over you as you hear the car engine start, driving off to the ER

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀

externally, he’s so fucking chill about everything

this isn’t his first rodeo by any means, personally removing his own bullets included, so he knows the best protocol is to stay calm

he wraps up your wound in whatever piece of thick clothing he has, a lit cigarette still puffing away in his mouth

puts on k billy’s super sounds of the 70s from the warehouse radio and sings to you under his breath

jokes about you getting his shirt all dirty, but when you wince from laughing he mumbles for you to “just take it easy”

you end up sharing a cigarette, and he holds it for you, taking it in and out of your mouth whenever you’re finished or need another drag

a lot of soothing via physical touch

he’ll always let you know what he’s about to do no matter what it is

“‘m gonna go check on the other guys” or “i gotta take a leak, don’t you die on me”

when he comes back he makes sure to remind you how great this moment is. you’re a real dog now!

𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉

asks you how many fingers he’s holding up like 20 times

he’s so freaked out that it’s impossible for him to function, he just keeps talking about nonsense to you

it gets to a point where you snap and bark at him to take you to the warehouse

you best believe he speeds all the way there, clutching your hand and asking if you need anything when he knows all you need is to get medical!! attention!!

you kind of throw yourself into whoever is there, begging for some pain killers or something, doing everything to avoid brown

but when it gets quiet and things are more calm, you apologize for how you acted earlier

and he apologizes for being a dumbass

he moves you to a secluded part of the warehouse and chills with you there until joe can come

you end up falling asleep on him with his arms around you, and everyone gets nervous that you might’ve died but thankfully your wound wasn’t fatal enough to do serious damage

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 3 years ago

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Hi!! Thank u so much for following me back, you’re the coolest❤️ I was wondering if you could write headcanons for being Joe Cabot’s daughter and Eddie’s younger sister dating Vic. Thank you so much in advance!!!💞

Hello @scarletcountesss! You're welcome for the follow, thank you for requesting and keeping up with my chaotic bin on fire of a blog here! I can totally do these headcanons, this is such a great idea! Sorry it took so long, I hope it wasn't an inconvenience to you. Colds suck, oh my god. But I'm totally living for this idea, so I'm gonna get right into it! Thanks again for requesting and being so patient with me! You rock!

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons, romantic relationship, light smut, and AU!

SYNOPSIS: You’re the youngest of the Cabot family dating Vic Vega/Mr. Blonde and it is certainly interesting!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: AFAB! reader, innuendo in one headcanon, and romantic relationship!

So right off the bat, your dad and brother are extremely protective of you in every single way possible and in every area of your life. You literally cannot do much for yourself without them fussing so much over the supposed ‘risks’ involved. This had led you to be irate with them, but you know that the intention is good.

It would be different if you were a boy, but because you’re female, it’s a whole other ballgame. Joe recognizes this more so than even Eddie. He raised you gently but firmly, doting on you constantly. And he teaches your brother manners towards you, that you are a young lady and thus must be treated with high regard. Some of the worst trouble Eddie’s ever gotten into was because he was short, abrasive, or cruel to you. Joe cuts no corners, nobody’s about to hurt his baby girl.

Say what you want about the Cabot men, but they do know how to properly handle a girl.

It became more difficult when you grew up, especially in the teenage years when boys began to show you romantic affection. Joe wasn’t against you having a boyfriend, or a girlfriend for that matter, instead he’s wary like a guard dog. He was the more relaxed one, it was Eddie who was the high strung one. Eddie “bitch slap” Cabot ( that’s my nod to @eddiecabotsmile LOL ) would grill, bully, threaten, and at worst, put a bullet in your beau at the slightest provocation and misstep. It’s a bloody affair being his sister.

However, when you met Vic Vega, everything changed. You both were attracted to each other from the very first encounter, sensing that you two were meant to be a couple. The chemistry was tangible, potent enough that Joe understood what was happening. And he wasn’t unhappy about it, quite the opposite! He loves Blondie like a second son and couldn’t have picked a better man for you to date. Vic’s trustworthy, upstanding, and has you in good hands. It reminds him of his first wife, who is yours and Eddie’s mother, and whom he was just as madly in love with. So, your daddy just lets the relationship bloom on its own.

Eddie was overjoyed that Vic might be his brother-in-law some time soon, but less thrilled that his baby sister was going to be in a romantic relationship. He just worries for you, what dating or marriage would do to you and your sibling relationship. Deep down he’s anxious about losing you for some inexplicable reason--though he will never admit that to anybody but himself. Whatever he can do to keep you safe seems the best option. Yet, when he sees how happy you are with Vic, something stirs within him that he can only identify as joy. Happiness that you are happy and fulfilled.

Lots of dates with Vic in which your dad and brother tag along. Be it one of the nightclubs or steakhouses Joe owns or one of Blondie’s biker haunts, you four always manage to have a great time dancing, drinking, and eating to your heart’s content like royalty.

Joe and Eddie continuing to shower you in gifts, with the addition of Vic’s presents too. Really, you are spoiled by their tokens. Blondie loves nothing more than seeing you in a dress he bought you and your neck dripping with fancy diamonds from his affections. You’re a classy girl, and he figures that a classy girl like you deserves special treatment.

You are definitely concerned when Eddie and Vic pull jobs with the other Dogs. Things could go sour very quickly. God forbid if something were to befall your brother and boyfriend. Just the thought is enough to make you sick with worry. Luckily you have your daddy to put you at ease. He’s not about to let anything happen to his son and best man/future son-in-law. You know this, which reassures you.

I had to put something along the lines of innuendo in this headcanon set, because we know that Blonde is a lusty little shit, a closet freak. Skip this one if you are uncomfortable with implied smut! When you’re around your brother and dad, any sexual attention is kept under the radar as much as possible for Vic. This is him we’re talking about after all, ha ha. Anyways, Eddie is certainly not a fan when he accidentally catches you two making out, presumably about to take it a step further. He whines and gags about it, being the drama queen he is.

All good now for you to look, if you skipped from above!

Vic loves you and your family too, feeling fortunate to even be apart of it in the way he is. And you love him more than anything, living for him every single day of your life. Eddie and Joe are just thrilled that Blonde’s apart of the family now, something that should have been coming for awhile!

I am so sorry if these weren’t great, please do let me know and I can totally fix them to suit your needs! Thank you so much for requesting again @scarletcountesss, I super appreciate you and your support, kindness, and friendship! You rock! And that goes for all of you, of course! More requests will be released soon, I promise! Stay tuned, and have a great Easter weekend everyone, if you celebrate it! Ciao!

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theycallmebecca · 6 years ago

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Drabble: Train Ride

This is one of the drabbles that I wrote for @randomcevans. Normally, I wouldn’t repost them here, but with tumblr still holding that blog hostage, I’ve decided to.

Title: Train Ride

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

You stood behind Chris, trying like crazy to remain stoic as he sat his niece and nephews down for a "serious talk" in his mom's living room. Unlike the kids, however, you knew his topic was more adventure than something serious.

"Tomorrow, your auntie and I have to go on a trip," he told the kids, his voice serious.

"Where are you going?" his niece asked.

"We have to go to New York City for a parade," he replied in a tone that suggested he was disappointed by the fact.

The kids' jaws dropped and it was the oldest who finally found his voice. "You're going to the Thanksgiving parade without us?!"

"Of course not," Chris replied, quickly. "You three are coming with us. Didn't I say that?" He looked back at you to say something, but his words were lost as the kids jumped on him excitedly, pushing him off the ottoman he was sitting on and onto the floor.

"But what about Thanksgiving dinner?" his younger nephew asked, bringing the 'dog pile on uncle Chris' celebration to an abrupt end.

"We'll be home in time, promise," Chris told him.

----

The next evening found the five of you sitting on a train on your way to New York City. You and Chris had picked the kids up from school and then you'd headed to the train station, where you'd all had a quick dinner before boarding the train.

Chris had reserved a group of four seats with a table between them, so the five of you had sat there with his niece floating from sitting between her brothers or sitting on yours or Chris's laps. The time was passed playing card games, playing video games and coloring.

It was nearly the kids bedtime when you all arrived in New York City, which mean both you and Chris found yourselves carrying a "monkey" on your back as the five of you left Penn Station. And it was definitely after their bedtime, by the time you reached the hotel which overlooked Central Park.

Thankfully, the day's travel on top of a day of school meant that the kids fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit their pillows.

----

Thanksgiving morning started early with three excited kids bursting into yours and Chris's room and jumping onto the bed. They'd been up "for hours" (or so they claimed) and could see people on the sidewalks already for the parade.

Chris sent them off to get dressed, after assuring them that you all had great seats and they didn't need to worry about it. Once they were out of the room, the two of you got dressed and he left you in the bedroom to order breakfast while he went out to make sure the kids were dressed.

It was a few minutes past eight when the five of you left the hotel room and made your way out into the brisk November air. You made your way, mostly in single file fashion with linked hands, through the crowds milling about as you made your way to your destination, NBC's broadcasting location by Macy's. You knew Chris had agreed to do a mid parade interview to get the tickets, but you knew he didn't mind doing it because of the joy the parade would bring the kids.

The look of shock and complete amazement that crossed the kids' faces when Chris led you all to the prime viewing seats for both the parade and the performances were priceless. And when the parade made its way past you all, all three kids stayed on their feet the whole time.

----

Unlike the trip the night before, the return trip was a quiet affair. The excitement of the day had caught up with the kids and they'd been cranky by the time you'd gotten to Penn Station, after a trip on the subway and a quick lunch. Now, though, they were all fast asleep, the boys in their own seats and Chris's niece with her head in your lap.

To give you more room, Chris lifted the armrest up and wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to lean back against him. You didn't even realize you'd fallen asleep until Chris rubbed your shoulder and whispered for you to wake up, saying that you guys were only twenty minutes from home.

Thankfully, the kids naps had improved their moods as well and they entertained you and Chris on the drive from the train station as they relived the parade. Their stories continued once you all arrived at Chris's mom's house and sat down for a late Thanksgiving dinner.

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