#Kenny Crosby imagines

[sailoreuterpe]

Non-Romantic Song Recommendations

familial/platonic- the lyrics are relatively generic; family or friends

child love- perspective of a child to a guardian

grandchild love- perspective of a grandchild to a grandparent

parental love- perspective of a guardian to a child

sibling love- perspective of a sibling to a sibling

lyrics can tweak platonic- the lyrics are explicitly romantic in nature but can become generic with tweaking

romantic video- the official music video is explicitly romantic in nature; lyric music videos are usually less romantic

(This is my favorite familial/platonic song) Tracy Chapman (familial/platonic): The Promise - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-nqzwIvnZ0

Andrew Gold: Thank You for Being a Friend (familial/platonic)

Andy Grammer: Don't Give Up on Me (lyrics can tweak platonic)

A Great Big World: I Will Always Be There (familial/platonic)

Al Kasha, Joel Hirschhorn, Michael Lloyd: Love Survives (familial/platonic)

Alison Krauss: Baby Mine (parental love)

Alison Krauss: When You Say Nothing at All (familial/platonic)

Anthony Gonzalez: Proud Corazon (child love)

Avicii: Hey Brother (sibling love)

Ben E. King: Stand By Me (familial/platonic)

Bette Midler: Wind Beneath my Wings (child love, familial/platonic)

Bill Withers: Lean on Me (familial/platonic)

Billy Joel: Just the Way You Are (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Billy Joel: Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) (parental love)

Boyz 2 Men: Mama (child love)

Brendan Shine: A Mother's Love's a Blessing (child love)

Celtic Woman: Danny Boy (sibling love)

Christina Perri: A Thousand Years (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Crosby, Stills, and Nash: Teach Your Children (child love, parental love)

Cyndi Lauper: True Colors (familial/platonic)

Dan Fogelberg: Leader of the Band (child love)

Diamond Rio: One More Day (familial/platonic)

Diana Ross: If We Hold On Together (familial/platonic)

Dionne Warwick: That's What Friends are For (familial/platonic)

Donna Lewis: At the Beginning (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Gabriella Flores, Gael Garcia Bernal: Remember Me (child love, parental love)

Imagine Dragons: I Bet My Life (child love)

Jim Croce: I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Jim Croce: Time in a Bottle (parental love)

Josh Groban: You Raise Me Up (familial/platonic)

Katy Perry: Unconditionally (romantic video, familial/platonic)

Kenny Loggins: Return to Pooh Corner (parental love)

Lionel Richie: Angel (familial/platonic)

Luther Vandross: Dance with My Father (child love)

Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Mary Chapin Carpenter: Grow Old Along with Me (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Melissa Wasserman: Twenty Two (sibling love)

Miranda Lambert: Over You (familial/platonic)

Miranda Lambert: The House That Built Me (child love)

OK Go: I Won't Let You Down (familial/platonic)

Phil Collins: You'll Be in My Heart (parental love)

Phillip Phillips: Gone Gone Gone (familial/platonic)

Phillip Phillips: Home (familial/platonic)

Porter Robinson: Shelter (child love)

Queen: You’re My Best Friend (familial/platonic)

Rachel Platten: Better Place (familial/platonic)

Rachel Platten: Stand by You (familial/platonic)

Randy Newman: You've Got a Friend in Me (familial/platonic)

Regina Spektor: The Call (familial/platonic)

Rod Stewart: Forever Young (parental love)

Sarah Mclachlan: I Will Remember You (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Savage Garden: I Knew I Loved You (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Shania Twain: Forever and Always (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Sick Puppies: All the Same (romantic video, lyrics can tweak platonic)

Sting: Fields of Gold (lyrics can tweak platonic)

Swedish House Mafia: Don't You Worry Child (child love, parental love)

Taylor Swift: marjorie (grandchild love)

Taylor Swift: Safe and Sound (familial/platonic)

Vienna Teng: Lullaby for a Stormy Night (parental love)

Will Smith: Just the Two of Us (parental love)

[yanpersonalconfession]

I saw in a Psych2Go post this question:

If I asked you to name the people you love, how long will you say yourself?

And I quickly answered:

Dead last, I am below Sidney Crosby, and Sidney Crosby is below Marc-Andre Fleury.

That is the truth!

My top three are non-negotiables, they will always have that top three spots, so does 4 and 5. 6 is an admission I didn't think I will do, but apparently I am always going to be not over him even if he had hurt me numerous times this year (it's February) alone. 7 is Marc-Andre Fleury also another non-negotiable unlike number 6 where I can move him up or down but Fleury will always be in my Top 10. Then Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Phil Brooks, Dave Bautista, Brock Lesnar, John Cena, Randy Orton, Kenny Omega, Riho, Kris Letang, AJ Mendez, Melina Perez, Rafael Silva (Carlos Reyes), Oliver Starkk, Scott Eastwood, Rainier Lucero, China Villanueva, Wati Villanueva, Sieg Crucillo, the rest of my Villanueva cousins, the rest of my Serrano cousins, my Aunts on both sides of the family, my Uncles on both sides of the family, my grandparents (may they all rest in peace), Alilei Suzanne Lising, Apollo Zeus Lising (my lil godling), Joyce Naga, the Creative Hearts, the rest of the UPB Boys, the rest of the O'Mac family (the family born from my imagination), Axi Layog, John Edward Layog...they are all above me but it depends upon the day where they will sit in order.

[playbucky]

Dead Don’t Return

An old ‘friend’ of Kenny’s is seemingly the suspect in the current case but her bosses have turned against her and set people who were once her friends after her. Characters – Kenny, Reader, Hana, Jesse Word Count – 1.8k.

‘Kenny you look like you’ve saw a ghost.’ Jesse said, everyone turned to look at him as he stepped close to the screen. ‘Can you rewind it please?’ Kenny asked, Hana looked to Jesse who nodded. They watched as everything was placed backwards before Hana pressed play again. Everyone focused on the woman, around about Kenny’s age effortlessly take down five men. ‘Pause it.’ Kenny said, the image froze, the woman had blood staining her top and her face was bruised. ‘That is Y/N.’ Kenny said pointing at the image, clenching his jaw. ‘Y/N?’ Hana quizzed, Kenny looked over his shoulder at them. ‘My best friend growing up we did everything together.’ He said, turning back to the screen. ‘Is she capable of doing this?’ Jesse asked. ‘We did everything together boss,’ Kenny said, ‘School, army, police training and then-‘ ‘Then what?’ Hana asked gently. ‘She disappeared, went on a case and didn’t return.’ He explained. ‘Dead?’ Hana asked, Kenny shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the blurry image of you. ‘Everyone believed that, her body hadn’t been found but-‘ ‘What case was she working?’ Jesse asked, Kenny’s face twisted before shaking his head. ‘I don’t know, she ended up with the UC’s.’ Kenny informed him, he nodded before Hana typed away on her computer. ‘How long ago did she disappear?’ Jesse asked. ‘Close to five years now.’ He said, Jesse nodded before Hana made a noise that made them look at her. ‘What have you found.’ Jesse asked. ‘The report says that Y/N was working a case with the local drug dealers.‘ He said, bringing your old files up.

‘Y/N.’ Kenny said, holding both his hands up. You looked shocked over the edge of gun, you jaw clenching. ‘Kenny, I almost killed you.’ You breathed out, lowering the gun as he slowly lowered his hands. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ You asked, quickly pulling him in before shutting the door, shoving your shoulder against it before sliding the heavy lock along. ‘You’re wanted.’ He said, you didn’t pay any attention to him as you walked back over to the window, pushing the curtain to the side and looking out. ‘I know.’ You replied, he narrowed his eyes. ‘No, my team and the local cops are after you. They think you killed they five men.’ He informed you, you looked back at him. ‘Killed?’ You asked, letting go of the curtain. ‘The ones at the apartment.’ He said, you titled your head before before pulling your lip between your teeth. ‘I didn’t kill them, when I left they were still breathing.’ You told him, his brows dropped quickly. You pulled the curtain out again before the lights of a car reflected as it pulled into the parking lot. ‘You need to leave now Kenny.’ You told him, watching as they climbed out the car, slamming the doors shut. ‘Why?’ He asked, you continued to watch the men cheek their weapons, looking at each other before they gestured and marched their way open. ‘Because my past is coming back to haunt me, and I can’t have you tangled up in it.’ You informed him, pulling the gun out from your waist and walked over to door. Kenny looked at you before he placed a hand on your shoulder. ‘What are you talking about?’ He asked, you looked between him and the window, the loud stomping filled the corridor. ‘That case I went on? The one where everything assumed that I turned to the other side or died because I didn’t show up?’ You asked him, he nodded again as you took a deep breath. ‘My Captain, he’s behind it all.’ You said, ‘this big bad guys that everyone goes for, is the Captain.’ ‘What are you on about?’ He asked you. ‘El Diablo, isn’t some scum drug dealer, it’s Captain George Foley.’ You said. ‘You’ve been trying to take him down?’ Kenny said, you slowly nodded. ‘Just as much as he’s been trying to take me down.’ You added. ‘I know people that can help you.’ Kenny stated, you shook your head. ‘Do you trust them?’ You quizzed, nodding straight away. ‘Of course I do.’ He stated, then your head whipped around, the makeshift alarm you had set dinged. ‘Do you have a gun on you?’ You asked him, his brows dripped as he looked at you. ‘No.’ He replied. ‘Well hide then.’ You informed him, aiming the gun at the door. ‘What?’ He asked. ‘Kenny in about ninety seconds there will be a group of men barging through that door, guns blazing.’ You warned him. ‘Why?’ He questioned, you rolled your eyes at him. ‘You really do ask a lot of questions, use your brain.’ You told him, tapping the side of your head as you slowly walked to the side of the door.

‘Guys, I would like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N.’ Kenny said, they looked at each other as you raised your bloody hand. ‘Why isn’t she in cuffs?’ Ivan asked, Kenny’s head whipped to him and your went to reach up and touch his arm but then your saw the blood, and clenched your fist before raising your leg and touched the back of his calve. ‘He’s right Kenny.’ ‘No, you just fought for your life I’m no-‘ ‘I’m assuming you’re his boss.’ You said, turning to the older gentlemen that was resting against the make shift kitchen in the van, he looked at you and nodded. ‘Would you like to put me in cuffs, I am spread across your screen.’ You asked him, gesturing to the computer screen sat in front of the woman you age, she gave you an apologetic smile. ‘Why doesn’t Hana take you to get cleaned up, then we can discuss what we’re going to do.’ He said, you nodded. The woman behind the computers, Hana, stood up and your rolled her, keeping your hands close to yourself so you didn’t touch anything. She guided you to the bathroom and pushed the door open, you stepped in and stopped. ‘I’ll need your help.’ You told her, she raised an eyebrow. ‘I can’t get my top off.’ You explained, her face relaxed and she entered quickly and you lifted the shirt off as much as you can before she took over, the gasp that left her when the shirt was up to your head confirmed your suspicions that you were bruising badly. ‘What happened to you?’ She asked, you turned to her. ‘Nothing, and don’t tell Kenny.’ You quickly said, she left her bathroom and reappeared a minute later with a hoodie, handing it to you. ‘Y/N.’ ‘No,’ you winced as your jerked a hand outwards, ‘I need this interview to go as quick as possible and then I’m leaving, I can’t let you get involved with the demons chasing me.’ You told her, she pressed her lips together. ‘Kenny will realises that your hiding something.’ You pulled on the hoodie, the soft fabric felt rough against your multicoloured back. ‘Gentlemen, ladies-‘ you froze when your heard the person speaking, Hana looked at you as your slowly made your way over to the door and cracked it open, looking out to see him. ‘Y/N?’ You quickly raised your finger to your lips, causing her to stop. ’Do you have a pen?’ You asked her, she nodded and pulled it out her back pocket and passed it to you. You pulled the lid off with your teeth, grabbing Hana’s arm, quickly scribbling down an email address and password, before placing the lid back on and handing it to her. Just as there was a knock at the door, your eyes widened as you turned to it before looking Hana in the eyes. ‘Hide this and when he leaves, check this.’ You pointed at the markings, then to the window as she rolled the sleeves down. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll expIain when it’s done.’ You said, her brows dropped, ‘I’m sorry.’ You apologised again before you reached behind your for the soap dispenser and hit it off her head, confusing her enough fro you to move to eh window and use your elbow to smash it. Nothing caring as you placed a hand on the edge, the sharp glass cutting your palm and you landed on the cement and took off running. ‘Hana?’ Ivan called out, breaking the door as she moved over to the window and watched your retreating figure disappear. ‘I’m fine.’ ‘You let her go?’ The man, Hana looked at the older gentlemen that had freaked you out. ‘Who are you?’ She asked, he glared at her before pulling his phone out. ‘This is Captain George Foley.’ Kenny stated, as moved next to her.

‘Put the weapon down.’ They all shouted, Foley looked at you before quickly turning, raising his hands. ‘She did it, I tried to stop her.’ He said, acting his best. ‘George Foley, lower the weapon.’ Jesse said. ‘But-‘ ‘You’re under arrest for the murder of Jessica Smith, Andre Henderson, Hunt Jacobson and Daniel Saleem.’ Jesse said, Foley went to lower the weapon before he quickly turned, placing it under your chin as you titled your head back it resting on his shoulder as he gripped you tightly. ‘Don’t.’ He warned, everyone froze as they watched him press the gun tighter into your chin but you didn’t flinch. ‘It was this bitches fault anyway.’ He snarled in your ear, you swallowed as his nose pressed against your cheek. ‘All she had to do was turn the other way, or take the money.’ He told them, giving him a notice immediately, your eyes flicked open before you looked at Kenny who was already watching you. ‘We saw the files but I think we all know that Y/N, wouldn’t do that.’ Kenny said, holding eye contact with you. ‘Are you sure about that, the media sees her as a cop killer.’ Foley stated, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Maybe but growing up with her, I know that she doesn’t do anything without having back up.’ Kenny explained, your eyes snapped open again and he gave you a stiff nod. ‘What back up? The –‘ he was cut off when you suddenly dropped to your knees, the weight of you caused him to bend over before you pulled him over your shoulder, with the arm that he had tightly wrapped around you. His back connected with the floor and he let out a grunt before you unwrapped the arm from you and stood up, twisting the gun out of his grip before pointing it at him. ‘You wouldn’t do it.’ He stated, you pursed your lips and nodded, removing the mag from the gun and dropped them. ‘I would but I think I would prefer to see you rot behind bars for the rest of your life.’ You told him, worry crossed his face before he put the brave face on again.

[acreativeme]

Mobster’s Daughter

Mobster’s Daughter

Kenny Crobsy x Reader

Y/N was not used to working with a team. She spent most of her career as a UC with the Organized Crime Unit. After nearly ten years, Y/N put in a transfer to the fugitive recovery unit. She wanted something new, something that didn’t remind her of her childhood. She knew that working with a team meant forming close bonds with people, but she didn’t expect to fall in love. When she meant Kenny Crosby, the communication specialist with anger issues, it was like the world stilled. It was almost like how the wolves in Twilight describe imprinting. 

They had started dating only three months after she joined the team, and disclosed it to their unit chief. Jess just said that they needed to keep it professional at work, or he was going to have to transfer one of them. Y/N had spoken with him privately, telling him if anything happens to transfer her not Kenny. That had surprised him, but he agreed.

She had been with the unit for almost a year, when her old unit chief called her--- needing her for a very important case. Her father’s case..Y/N’s father had walked out on her and her mother when she was 4 years old to run the Russo Crime Family. Though Y/N’s mother, Ivy, was embarrassed and hurt, she never lied to Y/N about who her father was. He would send money for her schooling and presents on her birthday, and Christmas, but he didn’t know anything about her or her future. He didn’t know that she had joined the FBI as she had changed her last name to her mother’s maiden name. 

Things were getting out of control with the Russo Family, so she needed to stop them. She just didn’t know how to tell Kenny, so she took the easy way out and broke up with him.

Y/N paced in front of his door, waiting for him to open up. “...I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore..” she muttered, trying to find the proper words. 

She jumped as the door opened, “Kenny!” she squealed, clenching her chest.

He laughed, leaning against the door frame. “You musta been thinking really hard.”

She shot him a glare. “Are you going to let me in?” She pushed his chest playfully, hoping that she was playing off her anxiety. 

He grinned, stepping aside so that she could come in. Y/N looked around, noticing that he was probably using his day off to clean his apartment. “Do you want anything to drink?” He asked, shutting the door. 

Y/N shook her head, “No, I am good. I can’t stay for long, gotta meet my mom for lunch. I just stopped by to see if my gray cardigan was here, I can’t seem to find it..” She chickened out. She couldn’t break up with him. 

Kenny look around, noticing it hanging off the back of his recliner. “Here you go,” he picked it up, “but you are going to have to work for it.” He held it above her head. 

She rolled her eyes, moving to give him a kiss. As he leaned down, Y/N jabbed him in the stomach-- which caused him to double over. She pulled it from his grasp, quickly pecking his cheek. “Nice try.” She whispered in his ear, quickly turning to leave.

He gasped, “Not so fast.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground.

Y/N squealed, disregarding the cardigan. “Kenny!”

He laughed loudly, spinning her around. “That was so underhanded! I didn’t think that you had it in you.” He spun her around in his arms so that he could look into her eyes.

She smirked. “There is a lot about me that you don’t know.” She leaned down to kiss him, forgetting the real reason for her visit.

He wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her against his chest. She knotted her fingers with his hair, trying to memorize his lips. “Are you sure that you have to go to lunch with your mom?” He asks, pressing kisses to her neck.

She bit back a moan, nodding. “Yes, I haven’t seen her for ages.” 

He nodded sadly, sitting her back on the ground. “Fine,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “but we are still going running tomorrow, right?”

She looked down at the cardigan, not wanting him to see the pain in her eyes. “Of course! It’s not safe for attractive men, like you, to be running by yourself, so I gotta be there to protect you.” She looked up at him with a cheeky smirk. 

He rolled his eyes at her again, moving to tickle her. “So cheeky.” He walked her to the door with a loving grin on his face. “I will be at yours at 6AM, is that okay?”

She sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” She bit her lip, trying to hide her smile.

He leaned down and briefly kissed her as he showed her out. “I will see you tomorrow.”

She bumped her nose against him. “See ya tomorrow.” She walked away, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

...The Next Morning…

Y/N’s POV 

Y/N sat at the counter of the now empty kitchen, a piece of paper and pen in front of her. She had decided to leave him a letter, knowing that was not going to be able to lie to his face. 

Kenny,

I can’t do it anymore. Please forgive me.. 

Don’t look for me…

Y/N 

Tears stained the paper as she laid the pen down. She couldn’t write anymore without breaking down and telling him the truth. She grabbed her duffle bag and walked out of the one place that felt like home. 

Kenny’s POV

He raced up the stairs to Y/N’s apartment, not wanting to bother with the elevator and wanting to warm up his muscles. He had decided to skip out of coffee in favor of downing two glasses of orange juice. He glanced down at his watch as he stepped out onto her floor, 5:50AM. He’s early. He sighed, slowly walking towards her apartment. It took him a moment to realize that her door was cracked, which scared him.

He slowly pushed the door open, calling out her name. “Y/N?” No response. He dialed her number, hoping that she had just left it cracked for him. He pressed the phone to his ear, hearing it ring twice. 

“We are sorry. The number that you are trying to reach is out of service. Please hang up and try again later.” 

Kenny looked around the apartment, taking in the emptiness. After exploring the abandoned apartment, he found the note on the counter. 

Kenny,

I can’t do it anymore. Please forgive me..

Don’t look for me…

Y/N

He read those words over and over, knowing that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t bring himself to believe that she would just up and leave him like this, like that they hadn’t been talking about their future just yesterday. 

He slid down the wall, to sit on the floor and cry. 

6 months later…

Y/N’s POV

Slipping back into her ripped jeans, Y/N looked down at the henchman that her father had guarding her. A henchman that also happened to be his right hand man. She had seduced him, which made her feel as if she had cheated on Kenny, to get access to her father’s computer. She hadn’t actually slept with him. She had fixed him a drink, laced with a strong sedative, and made out with him. 

She snuck out of her bedroom, tiptoeing down the hallway to his office. Anyone that lives or had been invited to stay the night had been in bed for hours, so she didn’t really have to worry about anyone catching her. Her father’s office was on the first floor near the kitchen, as he always had to be near food. With the amount he eats, Y/N was surprised that he was still in great shape… 

She made a pit stop as she passed the kitchen to grab the container of cookies that she made as an excuse to be in her father’s office. She had hid them in her cabinet, which her father had given her as soon as he welcomed her into his home. He had sat her down in his office and they talked for hours. He had shared that he had missed her, and her mother, and that he wanted them to get to know each other. She had to remind herself that he was a bad guy, that had murdered a bunch of people and broken a lot of other laws. 

Her father had given her a key to his office, for emergencies, so she didn’t need to pick the lock. She crept over to his computer, knowing that she didn’t need to turn it on as he never turns it off. She pulled out a cloning device and plugged it into the main port. She typed in his password, quickly scanning through his emails and internet history. She then scanned through all of the other documents on his computer, finding spreadsheets that explained where he was hiding the money. She pulled up his calendar, which he seemed to use to keep track of his special shipments. She made sure to clone that and mirror it to her phone. Using a USB, Y/n downloaded a keystroke logger on his computer. She was going to use her computer to keep track of his computer usage. She had already cloned his phone and bugged each of his cars, using her scrunchies, which he happily keeps in his cars as reminders of his daughter. 

She looked up as she heard footsteps coming towards, so she quickly finished what she was doing. Y/N slipped the cloning device and USB into her pocket, moving the cookies so that they were sitting in front of his keyboard.The door opened, revealing her father in his pajamas.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here, love?” He rubbed his eyes, having just woken up.

She gulped, nerves bubbling in her stomach. “Well, it’s your birthday pop. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess the cat is out of the bag.” She held up the container of cookies, double chocolate with white chocolate chips.

He grinned, walking towards his desk. “How’d you know that these were my favorite?” 

She opened the container for him. “They are my favorite too!”

He took one, taking a large bite out of it. “These are so yummy.” He did a little happy dance as he shoved the rest of it into his mouth.

She forced a smile. “I am glad that you enjoy it.” She passed over the container, “I am going to make some breakfast, would you like some?”

3 months later…

With the help of the cook, Y/N put together a wide spread of food for her father and his group of elite members. She had planned this evening as a way for her team to arrest all major players of the Russo Crime family without any of them going into hiding. Y/N worked out with her handler that she would also be taken into custody. 

She and Mariana, the cook, set the table and placed each dish around the table to make it look appealing to the people eating. Once everything was set, Y/N called everyone in to eat. Her father grinned at the spread, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “It looks great, doll.” He kissed her head, moving towards the head of the table. 

She took her spot next to him, feeling a pit in her stomach. “Thank you, dad!” 

Everyone followed suit and took their seats. Her father said grace and started dishing out his portion of food. He passed it to Y/N, so gave herself a little bit and passed it along. She felt too nervous, so she wasn’t going to be able to eat much. Everyone was chatting aimlessly as they made up their plates. Y/N knew that no business would be brought up until everyone was digging in.

“This brisket is so delicious, Y/N. You’ll have to give me your recipe.” Gina, Rickie’s wife, stated from her spot down the table. 

Y/N smiled, “Thank you, it’s my grans recipe. I think she’d come back and kill me if I share it.” The whole table laughed, muttering that their gran would do the same thing. 

Y/N zoned out as she moved the food around her plate, taking tiny bites. Her father called attention as he began talking about the plans for the coming week. The women focused on their food as the men talked about shipments of drugs and weapons. As they were talking about times and locations, Y/N reacted into her pocket and clicked her pen-- which signaled her team to come in. 

She counted to 15 in her head, taking a long sip of her wine. She was sitting down the glass as the FBI swat team broke down the front and back doors.

“FBI swat!! Put your hands up!” A strong confident voice screamed, as several other officers surrounded them. 

Y/N jumped, pretending to be frightened. She looked at her dad, panic in her eyes. “Daddy? What’s going on?”

He took an aggravated breath. “I am not sure, but everything will be alright.”

An officer pulled roughly at her chair. “Get up. You are under arrest.” He pretended to get rough with her to draw a reaction out of her father.

He jumped out of his chair, the force knocking it over. “Do not touch her! She has nothing to do with this.” 

The officer that stood behind her, pushed him back. “Stay back. We will determine whether she played a role or not.” 

Y/N’s captain stepped into the dining room, a bulletproof vest over a white button down shirt. “Vincent Russo. You and everyone in here are under arrest.” 

3 months later… 

Y/N stood outside of Kenny’s apartment, nervous to see him for the first time in a year. She had just finished up her father’s case and everything that was related to him. In the end, he told her to snitch on him to avoid any prison time. He told her that he would do anything to protect her, so he wanted her to testify against him. He had instructed all of his men that he could that he wanted her to testify against him, so they were too not go after her. She told him that the FBI wanted her to work for them as a consultant, or she would spend time in prison-- no matter her role in the organization. That hurt him, but he told her to do it- which surprised her. 

After he was put away, she returned home. She had talked with Jess LaCriox about the mission that she had been sent on and how she wanted to return to the team. He talked with her captain and let her return to the team. The only stipulation was that she had to talk with Kenny, who had taken her leaving extremely hard. 

Taking a deep breath, Y/N knocked on his front door. It took him a moment to answer, and she shook with nerves the whole time. 

“How can I--” Kenny stopped mid sentence, surprise evident on his face. 

Shoving her hands in her pockets, Y/N smiled. “Hey, Kenny…”

Without thinking, Kenny pulled her into his arms. He held her to him, not wanting to let her go. “Where did you go? Why did you leave?” He whispered into her hair. 

She squeezed him tightly. “I think that it would be best to tell you inside your apartment.” 

He picked her up, not wanting to let her go. They sat down on the couch and held each other as she explained that she had been called in to take down her father. She had to do some things that were against her morals, but it had to be done-- which is why she had to end things with him. Kenny just sat back and listened to her as she talked, glad that she was home safe. 

“I don’t care what you did, Y/N. It was work, we’ve all had to do things we wouldn't do for work.

I am just glad that you made it home safe.” He stated, understanding where she was coming from. 

She kissed him, not being able to hold back any longer. “I love you, Kenny. I didn’t tell you before I left.” Tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

He wiped them away, caressing her cheek. “I love you. I’ve loved you for the last two years and I plan on loving you for many more years.”

[procrastinatorimagines]

[stefanmikaleson1864]

We All Knew

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means alot to see my work

Ortiz X Reader

Y/N’s POV

You have been working as a Agent with the most wanted team sense Jess started it ,You were his first hire. 

You were younger than the rest of the team Jess had recruited you right out of the Academy. 

You loved your job everyone was a family. You also liked being able to travel and take down the bad guys. It was always a rewarding feeling taking a fugitive off the street.  

Your dating life was something that always seemed to take a back burner to the job. 

You weren’t sure how Barnes did it with her family and Jess had Sara. You weren’t even sure if you had Kristen was dating someone because she was always private. 

Crosby was dating Zadie and they were really cure together but it made you feel so lonely. 

You would always go on tinder and bumble dates. And they always went two ways. They were intimidated by you because you were an agent and their fragile male ego couldn’t handle it. The second way it would go would be the time away would be hard. 

They always complained that you had to leave at any given moment and be gone in another state. 

The distance was hard which you couldn’t blame them on that one. It was hard on you too. 

You had a little glimmer of hope when Ivan joined the team. The two of you hit it off right away. He was funny kind and damn that man was sexy as hell. 

Sense everyone else was in a relationship, the two of you always hung out together outside of work. 

Not wanting to go home alone to an empty apartment. It was always fun when the two of you hung out together. 

You both would go bar hopping and even trying out new things in NYC. The last couple of months things have seemed like they were changing between the two of you. 

It kind of turned more romantic then friendship. He would hold your hand and when other guys would talk to you he would always get over protective of you. 

A few times lately he even ended up staying the night and you did at his apartment as well. The two you never really talked about it though. You weren’t even sure how to handle it or what it meant. 

Was it casual or was it something else. You didn’t want to push him or mess up what ever was going on so you decided it was best not to say anything. Though if you were being honest with yourself it was making it hard at work. 

You used to be professional at work and know how to separate what ever was going on with you and Ivan but lately that wasn’t working. 

When you saw him in danger or knew you were walking into a bad situation it was hard seeing him like that. You always worried about him and was worried your emotions were taking over your best judgment. 

Like this case you were working on now. The fugitive was setting bombs in local random places. Which made it harder because you weren’t sure how to nail this son of a bitch. 

You all were currently sitting in the mobile unit trying to come up with a game plan. 

“Okay we have a name how do we find out his next target” You asked 

“The place I would go to if i were him was the place it all started my former employer” Ivan said 

“Makes sense that would be his end game but that’s about 2 hours away so we need to get on the road now” Jess said

You all agreed and then headed off to Florida there where he was formerly employed.  It was late when you all took off so everyone was bunked away sleeping. 

You couldn’t sleep though your anxiety was getting the better of you. So you were sitting at the table just starting at the tea full of honey. Which you thanks to Jess you got hooked on. 

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t even notice Ivan walked in and sat down next to you. 

“Hey Y/N is everything” He asked in a concerned voice. 

“Yeah I’m good just tired” You said looking up at him giving a smile. 

“Hey it’s me you don’t have to lie come on lay it own me” Ivan said

“It’s a rough case and if i’m being totally honest it’s getting harder for me to separate professional and Private” You said 

He went over and grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. He smiled up at you. Something about when he gave you that look made you melt and wanna spill all your life secrets to him. 

“Look i don’t want to put you in a bad situation or make you feel on the spot but what is going on with us” You asked 

He didn’t answer at first what made your heart drop because you worried that you did mess up whatever was going on. 

“Hey I didn’t want to ruin what ever was going on either but I love you and i’ve been waiting more and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same” Ivan said 

“I love you to” You said 

Ivan moved his chair closer to you and then leaned in and kissed you softly. It was so short and so sweet. When the kiss broke he spoke up

“Now that’s been handled we need to go get some rest for tomorrow” Ivan said 

“I can probably sleep good now” You said laughing 

You both got up and went back to your bunker and you even did fall back asleep. The next morning came up so quick you didn’t wanna get up. 

You grumpily made your way back to main room and everyone was awake but you. They all just looked at you and laughed. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty” Crosby said very loudly. 

“Shuttt up” You yelled extraghing it. 

It made everyone laugh and then Jess spoke up

“Okay everyone he’s our game plan we need to hit this place fast and hard so we need full tactical gear and get into our positions” Jess said 

You all nodded and geared up. Ivan looked over at you and gave you a smile and he walked over and squeezed your hand. 

You smiled at him and squeezed it back. You both finished gearing up and you even grabbed a muffin for the car ride. 

Everyone gathered in the cars and Ivan sat next to you. No one was really talking it was hard because no matter how times you faced danger it was always nerve wracking. 

You reached the destination in minutes and you all piled out. You got into your usual positions with Crosby taking up a sniper position. 

“FBI OPEN UP” Jess yelled 

Swat broke down the door and you all worked on clearing the building. When you went in the one room there was the fugitive. 

“FBI drop the gun” you said 

“I’m not going to jail” The fugitive yelled 

“Think clearly now you don’t want to do anything stupid” You said trying to calm him down. 

“Go to hell” the guy said 

The then shot his gun and then ran off. You instantly fell down and it hurt bad.  Barnes ran in after you

“Y/N come on your okay” Barnes said looking over you panic clear in her voice. 

She sighed a big deep breathe of relief. 

“Your vest caught it your going to be okay” Barnes said 

You took off the vest and looked and saw the bullet that was caught in your vest. You were relived but also shook bad. 

Barnes helped you up and you walked out the room to the outside. The fugitive didn’t get very far. Thank goodness he was already in custody. 

You walked over to the ambulance because Sheryl insisted you get checked out. Ivan ran over to you when he saw where you were headed. 

“Hey what happened are you okay” He asked

“I’m good I swear the vest caught it i’m just a bit shaken up” You said grabbing his hand. 

Everyone was gathered around now to check on you. Ivan wouldn’t let your hand go. 

Crosby looked a bit confused before Kristen spoke up 

‘So now it’s official” Kristen asked

“What’s official”Crosby asked 

“He’s so clueless there dating now it’s official” Sheryl said 

‘How do you know that” You asked 

“We all knew I don’t look at my coworkers like that” Jess said 

Everyone laughed at that and Crosby finally put it together. 

“At least know we don’t have to hide” You said 

“Were happy for you both now before we head home there’s a good chinese restaurant near by who’s hungry” Jess said 

“Me” you and crosby both yelled at the same time. 

You all cleared up the scene and then headed to eat. Ivan pulled you aside and grabbed your face with his hands. 

“Don’t scare me like that again” Ivan said 

“I don’t plan on it” you said leaning in and kissing him. 

“Get a room” Kenny yelled 

“Yeah we will right after dinner” You teased. 

Ivan laughed and grabbed your hand and you all walked back to everyone. Neither you or Ivan had been happier and you were glad it was now open and official. 

[imaginingyourfandom]

“It’s okay to be scared, Kenny, I’d be worried if you weren’t but I know who you are. You are an amazing man, that’s why I know our child will be lucky to have you as a father. We can do this, together.”

“Have I told you how much I love you recently?”

“No but I do enjoy hearing it.”

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[detectiveinchicago]

Sparks Fly: Chapter 11

Chapters list here

Note: Hi guys! I’m back, yesterday I was inspired so I wrote this chapter. Thank u for all the comments and reviews, you are amazing. If you want to be tag in this story please let me know. English is not my first language. Enjoy xxx.

DISCLAIMER: GIF IS NOT MINE.

WARNING: Bad language, PTSD and sex. A LOT OF SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. 

After a few hours she signed the discharged papers and start changing her clothes. The shoulder was killing her, but she didn’t want to abuse the pain relievers Dr. Marcel had given her. They had given her a sling however Marcel clarified that if he did not move his shoulder too much, she would not need to use it all the time. Will was going to take her to Molly’s after finishing his shift. She had met some of her brother’s coworkers, all of whom were kind enough not to ask too much, although Caitlyn could tell that they all had questions.

Caitlyn was talking to Maggie, the nurse was scheduling her next check-ups when her brother approached them both ready to go. One bad thing about injuring the shoulder was that she couldn’t drive, she was going to need a driver for the next few weeks if she ever left the house.

“Are you okay with going to Molly’s?” Will asked as she drove.

“Yes, the boys are going to before they go back to New York” Caitlyn commented looking out the window.

“And when will you come back?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I have to come back to Chicago Med so Dr. Marcel can check my shoulder and after that, I guess I will pack everything” Caitlyn replied turning to see him “You can always come to visit me”

“When? I hardly have time to see Jay in my free time, if I have free time” Will commented.

“I know,” said Caitlyn “I don’t take holiday either, but we’ll make it work”

“I don’t want you to go,” Will said “Now that you’re back”

“I don’t want to leave either but my life is in New York, Will” Caitlyn replied “I’ll visit you again”

“Nothing to make up for lost years?” Will asked.

“Why recover years? We both made mistakes Will and we have to leave them in the past” she commented while her brother parked the car “I don’t hold a grudge Will, I know you did what you could”

Will looked at her and smirked, “Then we’ll make it work”.

“Nice place” Caitlyn commented as they walked towards Molly’s.

“The owner is a firefighter” Will informed her.

“And he also owns a bar?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

“In his spare time, Herrmann is a good guy” Will replied opening the door for her.

“Here you bring your dates?” Caitlyn asked “The place is very cozy but it has many people”

“First, no, and number two I won’t talk about my love life with you” Will replied.

“Don’t worry, I already have a good idea” Caitlyn informed him rolling her eyes.

“Will, how are you?” asked a girl with a hair full of curlers when they approached the bar.

“Hi Stella, this is Caitlyn, my sister” Will introduced her to the girl.

The girl named Stella raised her eyebrows “I didn’t know you had a sister”

“I get that response a lot lately” Caitlyn replied rolling her eyes “I live in New York”

“Oh, are you part of the team?” she asked pointing to the table where her coworkers were “What happened to your shoulder?”

“Long story, I’ll tell you if you pour me a coke” Caitlyn replied raising her eyebrows.

“No beer?” Stella asked raising her eyebrows too.

“I’m with painkillers” Caitlyn explained.

“Deal done girl, I’ll go get something for you” Stella replied “Will? The usual?”

“Yes, I am going to greet some acquaintances, ok?” Will told his sister

“Will, I’m a big girl, I think I can take care of myself” Caitlyn replied rolling her eyes.

“Well, just don’t drink any cocktails Herrmann offers you,” Will told her “What is more, drink nothing because you can’t” he added before disappearing leaving Caitlyn in doubt about Herrmann cocktails.

“Herrmann has the habit of preparing powerful drinks” explained a blonde girl who was sitting next to her “I’m Silvie”

“Caitlyn” she replied shaking her hand, “Nice to meet you”

“I heard you are Will and Jay’s sister” Silvie commented.

“Yes, I would like to say that I have nothing to do with them but sadly I can’t” Caitlyn replied rolling her eyes.

“What brought you to Chicago?” Silvie asked as Stella handed them their drinks.

“Work, I’m FBI” Caitlyn said taking a sip of soda “I came to investigate the serial killer case”

“Heard you caught him” Stella mentioned.

“Yes, my shoulder is a witness” Caitlyn replied pointing to her shoulder, “He stabbed me, are you firefighters?”

“Stella is a firefighter, I’m a paramedic” Silvie explained.

Caitlyn nodded “I like the bar”

“Molly’s is a shelter” Silvie informed him “The police, the firemen, the paramedics, they are always around”

“It has a friendly atmosphere” Caitlyn agreed.

“Who is the girl praising my bar so much?” asked a man approaching them.

“Caitlyn, this is Herrmann, Herrmann, this is Caitlyn, Will and Jay’s sister” Stella introduced them

“Nice to meet you, nice place, we don’t have things like that in New York” Caitlyn praised.

“It’s Chicago magic, girl” Herrmann replied.

Caitlyn had lived in Chicago for a long time and she could describe that city but she wasn’t sure she loved the city enough to say it was “magical”, it was probably the product of poor memories the city gave her. She saw Sheryll signal her and apologized to the firefighters for reaching out to her coworkers.

“How you feel?” Sheryll asked her when she approached.

“It hurts but I’m fine, I’m a little sleepy anyway” Caitlyn replied sitting next to her.

“Sleepy? You slept a whole day” Hanna told him.

Caitlyn shook her head. “Feel like I’ve been run over when do you fly back to New York?”

“Tomorrow” said O.A “What about you?”

“I still have to go to Chicago Med for a checkup this week” Caitlyn replied.

After that Sheryll, Hanna, and O.A fell into a conversation that Caitlyn wasn’t paying much attention to, to be honest. Instead, she was looking at another table where Jess, Clinton and Kenny were standing alongside whom Caitlyn recognized as some members of the Intelligence Unit. Kenny looked good. He was laughing at something Clinton had said. Caitlyn could swear she could hear his laugh from there, he looked happy and Kenny happy was Caitlyn’s favorite Kenny.

Their last time of marriage, when they were still together, had been heartbreaking and painful, so seeing him smile was something that made her smile too. Kenny was a fun person with his friends. Usually, he used to have a facade of seriousness and solemnity around him but Caitlyn was glad to know that he had at least smiled again.

Kenny was angry with her, Caitlyn understood, she had left him when he needed support with PTSD, but she did not regret it. Despite everything, he would continue to do it because that was how he had finally accepted that he needed help and that he could not do everything alone. The best thing had been that she left. And it had hurt, the first time it had hurt like hell, but therapy had helped her to feel better little by little and to overcome some unfinished problems that she had from her time in Chicago.

Caitlyn didn’t want to admit it but seeing Kenny again brought back memories, good and bad but memories at last. She just wished things had been different, that they just had more time or met at a different time. Caitlyn was too concerned not to repeat patterns she left looking back all the time and what might have become of them.

“Guys, I think I’m going to retire for today” Caitlyn commented putting aside her thoughts. Her friends protested, but Caitlyn promised they would have a drink when they got back to New York. She grabbed her coat and thanked Stella for the drink before leaving. Since her brother had given her a ride, Caitlyn should call an Uber but decided she was going to walk, it was summer and she liked to exercise. She carefully draped her jacket over her injured shoulder when she saw Jay leaning against her truck.

“When were you going to tell me you were married?” her brother asked her.

“I didn’t think it was your business” Caitlyn told him.

“At least you could mention it” Jay added.

“Before or after you judged me without reason?” Caitlyn responded wryly, “Or maybe after you stopped talking?”

“I expected more from you, Caitlyn” Jay replied.

“I’m sorry if you are disappointed by me and I’m sorry if you think I’m not good enough to talk to me” Caitlyn was furious because Jay believed he had the right to judge her after all that time “You left me for years and now you think you have the right to judge me or any of my decisions?”

“I went to fight a war, Caitlyn” Jay replied rolling his eyes “I wasn���t playing in the park, you know?”

“Yeah, I perfectly know that myself” Caitlyn reproached him looking the other way “I counted on you Jay, we were a team and you left me and after that, you just stopped talking”

“You are judging me as if I would have preferred Afghanistan to be at home

“We both know that you ran away when you turned 18”

“As if you had done any different” Jay replied.

“I ran away because dad took the shit out of me every day because I ended up in the hospital 8 times in a year because dad couldn’t control himself, because staying here was killing me slowly and because you and Will left me!” Caitlyn yelled at him “I was in pain too; Don’t you think Mom was important to me too? She left us all and yet you and Will had the option to run away while I had to stay here enduring all the crap from dad” She turned to continue walking towards her apartment “I’m sorry if I turned out in a major disappointment but this me is the best I could do with what I had to work with”

Caitlyn turned the corner feeling anger wash over her and collided with someone.

“Damn,” he muttered when he saw it was Kenny.

“I think the way you were yelling could say that” Kenny answered, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m not in the mood” Caitlyn told him, rolling her eyes and continuing her walk.

“Why do you insist on fighting with everyone?” Kenny asked, causing Caitlyn to turn around in a fury.

“I don’t know Kenny, you tell me, why do you insist on being such a hard ass to me?” Caitlyn answered approaching him.

“Sorry, do you feel bad that I was harsh on you when you left me unexplained?”

“I didn’t think you needed them, you were smart enough to figure out just why by yourself,” Caitlyn told him with sarcasm.

“You left me because suddenly that I was fighting wasn’t that attractive to you, huh?”

“I left you cause I was dead inside!” Caitlyn screeched tired that people believed they had the right to judge her “I lived for you when you didn’t want to live for yourself” She added moving her shoulder a little that was hurting again “I really tried to bring you back, I begged you to start therapy, Kenny. I begged you to do something for you, for me, for us, and you didn’t even try it for me”

“You left me anyway, Caitlyn” Kenny replied a bit stunned by his wife’s speech “You left me, you turned your back away from me when I needed it the most, you left even though you knew I needed you”

“You didn’t need me, you needed to lose me to understand that therapy was the only way to solve your problems” Caitlyn told him making a strange smile with her lips, “Some say you don’t know what you have until you lose it, I think we both know that’s true now”

She resumed her way leaving Kenny behind; it had been a more than stressful night, she could feel her shoulder giving her stitches of a pain asking her to rest. Caitlyn found herself unable to think. First, she had confirmed that her brother Jay wasn’t too happy with her. That was okay. It wasn’t like she was too happy with him either.

Unlike Will, Jay had always been the closest to Caitlyn growing up, and Caitlyn had always considered Jay her hero. Jay was always there for her while they grew up, when she was 7 years old and a boy threw her off his bike Jay went after him to beat him up when he was 11 and gave his first kiss Jay went again after the bastard who had touched his sister when she turned 14 and her heart was broken for the first time. Jay was always there until one day he said he had enlisted in the army. That day had been very sad for Caitlyn because she realized that Jay was going to go far away from Chicago.

When their mother died, Jay returned to Chicago for a time, but as soon as he could, he re-enlisted and disappeared. She later understood that they limited the time to send letters or communicate with someone abroad, but what she never forgave him was leaving her with her father. The only thing that ever hurt her was feeling abandoned when she most needed someone to protect her. Someone who would kick her father’s ass when she still couldn’t, because what Caitlyn had wanted most was that she had learned to fight in her teens, so she would have kicked Pat’s ass.

On the other side was Kenny, Caitlyn was exhausted. It was better when she didn’t have to see it. She hoped she could at least take some blame for her ruined marriage. However, Kenny seemed hell-bent on throwing her in the face whenever he could that she had left him without looking back. That was a lie. She had called Jess to ask for updates until he told her it was unhealthy for her to keep worrying about Kenny like this if she had left him. It was the truth. It hurt to hear it, but Jess was right.

What had always intrigued Caitlyn been why Kenny had never looked for her, she hadn’t been hiding so at any moment in those five years he could have contacted and talked to her? However, Kenny had stayed on the sidelines. That had always intrigued her. “Why, if she was so important to him he still felt so hurt five years later, hadn’t he tried to get her back with him?”

Then Caitlyn decided that she was not going back to her apartment yet. She crossed the street and started walking the other way towards the downtown hotel where Sheryll had told her the team was staying. She and O.A were already settled in apartments when the team arrived. She showed up at the front desk and used her badge to be told which room Kenny was staying in. When she got to his door Caitlyn took a deep breath before knocking. Kenny opened the door and Caitlyn remembered why she liked him so much, there was nothing more handsome in the world than Kenny in a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

“Why did you let me go?” Caitlyn asked before Kenny could even open his mouth, “Why did you let me out the door that day if you needed me so bad?”

“I only wanted you to be happy” Kenny replied after a few seconds “Even if it wasn’t with me, I’m sorry it wasn’t with me”

“You were the love of my life and I thought I was yours too” Caitlyn murmured “But I was wrong, you don’t let the love of your life go out the door and you don’t go after him”

“I wanted you to live your life, the life that I hadn’t let you live while you were with me”

“I think loving you wasn’t enough for you” Caitlyn said.

“You always meant the world to me” Kenny confessed “I’m sorry if I let you forget that”

“Why did you never go looking for me?” She asked, staring at him.

“I went to see you one day, and I saw you leave your apartment with O.A, you were laughing at something he was telling you so I left,” He told her.

“O.A and me? That’s ridiculous”

“Now I know but at that moment I thought the best thing was to let you be happy, even if it wasn’t with me, your life seemed fine” He shrugged.

“It just seemed like that wasn’t true anyway” Caitlyn whispered “You were always so noble”

“You deserve to be happy” Kenny clarified.

“With whom? I did not know anyone who told me I was worth it until you arrived and after that, I think nobody was ever good enough” Caitlyn explained biting her lip with a grimace “Sorry I gave up on us when you never did “ she added turning around ready to walk away.

“Caitlyn?”

“What?” she asked looking back at him, but before she got an answer, Kenny kissed her. And by God, Caitlyn could swear it took her breath away every time he did. She stroked his hair as he took her by the waist. His touch could make Caitlyn’s body explode. It had always had that effect on her. It made her feel like a child who was having her first kiss.

He lifted her slightly off the floor to enter the room and close the door before pressing Caitlyn against it. God, he would never tire of kissing her. Every time he did, it was like it was the first time. He could never get enough of her. He lifted her into his arms and laid her gently on the bed. It was crazy; he knew it and he was sure Caitlyn knew it too, but neither of them wanted to stop.

Kenny took off her jacket and jeans as he stroked her legs before removing her panties. He slid down and fondled Caitlyn’s intimacy. He moved his fingers against her center and caressing her, making Caitlyn sigh. He ran his tongue over her folds and sucked on her clit slowly. Another thing Caitlyn missed about Kenny was sex. They always had the best sex in the world.

“Oh, shit” she said, throwing her head back and stroking his hair. Caitlyn moved her hips against him as she pulled on Kenny’s sweatshirt to remove it. He moved his tongue in circles against her center as she stirred against him, sucking on her clit once more before removing her top and bra and start kissing her lips again. Caitlyn kissed him and untied his tracksuit bottoms and then remove his boxer shorts. She wanted to move and give him back a little of what Kenny was giving her, but her shoulder wouldn’t stop bothering her.

Kenny nibbled on her nipples while inserting a pair of fingers into her intimacy, Caitlyn let out a little cry of surprise before beginning to moan out loud. He sucked on her nipples, causing her to shake. Caitlyn was shaking with pleasure when he settled down and thrust inside her. They both moaned. He kissed her neck before starting to ram into her.

“God” Caitlyn muttered throwing her head back “I had forgotten it felt so good” she moaned.

“Baby” he groaned, “You’re so tight” He could feel the walls of her vagina pressing against him. Sex with Kenny was hot, it was sexy but soft and delusional until Caitlyn discovered that it was her favorite type of sex, rough but soft at the same time. He took her breasts between his hands, kissing and sucking them as he started sucking on Caitlyn’s neck. Caitlyn arched towards him seeking to intensify the contact, his rhythm intensifying causing her to moan louder.

“Cum baby, cum for me” he whispered with gasps, and Caitlyn couldn’t wait much longer to fulfill his request before cumming between moans being followed by him a few seconds later.

She could feel her body shaking and her shoulder begging her to stop moving. Having sex with Kenny still made her shiver. It still felt as good as the first day. That was crazy. They hadn’t seen each other in five years and there they were, having sex as if time hadn’t passed. “Having sex” was a simple euphony because they both knew there was more than sex in that room. Caitlyn just closed her eyes, trying to calm the hectic rhythm of her heart. To be honest, she didn’t want to open her eyes and see his face. She was wondering how she had accepted this madness and how she had ended up in this situation. With all those thoughts in mind, she fell asleep.

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Send me a ship + a prompt

And I will write a blurb.

Yup, reader inserts included if you’d like.

I’m gonna try making Peter x reader fics but I can’t promise they’ll be good since I’ve got an OC for him (if you want that ship then I’d be more than glad to do so).

[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

[dc41896]

✨• Masterlist🤓 •✨

Hey guys!! So I finally made a master list of everything I’ve written so far including additions to posts from notes! I’ll try to update it every time I post something new :) (Last Updated: 3-27-2021)

Florian Munteanu

Nighttime Mukbang

Surprises

Worst Fear (1) and (2)

Adventures in Babysitting

Cross Her, Cross Me

Bad Timing

My Bad (1) and (2)

First Day

Decisions, Decisions (1)

Happy New Year!

Nightmares

Waiting Game

Random Act of Kindness

Disneyland with Florian addition (in notes)

Flo on vacation with family (in notes)

First Impressions

Changes

My Shiny Teeth and Me

Waiting Game

-Viktor Drago

Trick or Treat

The Flu

Zeeko Zaki

Roadtrip (Mini Imagine)

-OA Zidan

Fic inspo addition (in notes)

Lewis Tan

Homecoming

Cotton Candy Carousel

Champagne Showers

Liquid Courage

Babymoon

Night Drive

Like Father, Like Daughter

Lewis in a kimono addition (in notes)

Slurs and Stumbles

Outnumbered (Sequel to Babymoon)

Chris Evans

Welcome to the Family

Paternal Instincts

And the Award Goes To...

Goodbyes

Lost and Found

Peek a Boo

You Again (1) (2) (3)

Bedtime

Even

Between the Lines

Penny for Your Thoughts

Forbidden Words

Save Room for Us

While Mom’s Away... (2)

Not It

Nothing On You

Small Mishaps

Of All the Aversions

Sick Day

From the Heart

Always Be Mine

There You Are

Cry Baby

Inside Jokes

One of Those Days

It All Makes Sense

Goodnight & Go

POV

Warm Welcome

Extra Help

Safety Net

Perfect

Nothing to Fear *River Series* (2) (3)

It’s You

-Ransom Drysdale

Hideaway (2)

Stupid Roses

Winter Wonderland

Family Affair

-Steve Rogers

Mission Complete

In Due Time 

What You Want

-Johnny Storm

Say Something

Attention

-Colin Shea

Fill Me In

-Jake Jensen

Secret’s Out

Hey You

-Andy Barber

Light

-Me (Playing it Cool)

Okay

-Paul Diskant

Favorite

Jake Gyllenhaal

Merry Christmas

Stormy Weather

Kellan Lutz

-Kenny Crosby

Due Date

Up All Night

Bated Breath

Small World

Alexander Ludwig

-Dorn 

Knockout

Jacob Scipio

-Armando Armas

Oil and Vinegar

Pablo Schreiber 

Calm Before the Storm

Ruben Loftus-Cheek

Highlight

JD Pardo

-EZ Reyes

Safe Haven

Still

Morning

Michael B Jordan

-Erik “Killmonger” Stevens

Play Nice

[fumbling-fanfics]

your Kenny Crosby (FBI: Most Wanted) x Reader… imagine was AMAZING!!!

Thank you so much.

I had been thinking about him for a while. I wish I had more FBI Most Wanted episodes so I could get a better sense of his character and write for him more.

I have one other fic idea to try thanks to @dc41896 ... But I'll have to base it off of the backdoor pilot so hopefully it'll be good 😊

[playbucky]

Lover Boy.

Requested by @prettyphyscoinpink – Can I get a Kenny Crosby x reader request where she works for municipal law enforcement and when her boss gets abducted the FBI gets involved and he’s forced to come clean about their relationship. Characters – Kenny x Reader, Hana, Jesse Word Count – 1.3k.

‘We’re gonna have to tell them Kenny.’ You told him. ‘They wo-‘ He started. ‘Don’t say they won’t know, they are profilers.’ You warned him, pointing at finger. ‘It’s not relevant to the case.’ He said, you titled your head back and let out a groan. ‘No?’ You asked, he shook his head. ‘My boss got taken, we don’t know why and-‘ ‘I’ll protect you.’ Kenny said confidently, you shook your head. ‘You will, but they will notice when you take a particular interest to me, you gonna give the same concern to the others I work with?’ You asked him, he opened his mouth to say something before Hana appeared at your side. ‘Is everything okay?’ She asked looking between the pair, you looked at Kenny who nodded. ‘Yeah, I was seeing if she was hiding anything from us.’ Kenny told her, you closed your mouth and nodded tightly when Hana turned to you. ‘I need to get back to my patrol.’ You told the pair before walking away before they could say anything. ‘I’m not an expert of anything but that looked like a lovers quarrel more than mutual discussion.’ Hana stated, Kenny glared at her before he went to walk away before stopping. ‘We’re dating.’ He announced to her, she looked shocked but smiled at him. ‘She wants to tell everyone that we are.’ Kenny stated. ‘And you don’t?’ Hana tilted her head. ‘I do but-‘ Kenny trailed off. ‘But what Kenny? Come on an amazing woman like that and your scared of committing to her.’ Hana said, gesturing to the door that you had walked through minutes ago. ‘Hana, trust me I’m not scared to committing to her, I’m worried that reality will crash down on us.’ Kenny said, Hana opened and shut her mouth. ‘I hate to break it to you lover boy but reality is crashing down, her boss has been abducted who knows what’s gonna happen next.’ Hana reminded him

‘Andrew.’ You said, surprised to see him. ‘Y/N, what are you doing here?’ Andrew asked, panic filling his voice. ‘Working.’ You commented then the door shutting behind him stopped you from going any further. ‘No one is scheduled to be here.’ He said, his brows furrowing before the door was kicked open and two armed men walked in, aiming their guns at you. ‘Don’t shoot her.’ Andrew said, the pair of you holding your hands up as he stepped in front of you. ‘You said no one would be here.’ One of the men grumbled, Andrew lowered his head before glancing back to you. ‘It’s my fault, I forgot I asked her to meet me here.’ Andrew told him, the man looked at you ‘You know?’ The talked man asked you, you looked at him before turning to Andrew. ‘Baby, what are these men talking about?’ You asked, playing along with him. ‘Baby?’ the second man questioned, tilting his head to look past Andrew and make eye contact with you. ‘You’re married.’ He stated, Andrew swallowed before nodding. ‘When you work this job you need a place were you can let your stress out.’ Andrew said, ‘Is she a cop?’ The shorted one asked, you head whipped to them. ‘A cop, me? You are out of your mind.’ You replied, scoffing and looking at them disgusted. ‘You’re a cop? You said you were a business man.’ You told Andrew, whacking his back he winced and turned to you, trying to get a hold of your hands. ‘I know baby I’m sorry but –‘ He tried to tell you. ‘Enough, the pair of you are coming with us.’ The taller man commanded.

‘We’ve got footage.’ Hana said as she put it on the large screen, before playing it. Hana watched as Kenny clenched his hands at his side, watching the footage play out before he swallowed thickly and turned away, focussing on the paperwork in his hand as his jaw pulsed whilst he fought to calm down. Jesse turned to him before he glanced to Hana, who arched an eyebrow. ‘Kenny, is there something you need to tell us?’ Jesse asked, Kenny looked at him before shaking his head. ‘If you don’t do it, I will.’ Hana warned him, he glanced at her before sighing. ‘Y/N and I are dating, have been for the last six months.’ Kenny stated, glancing at her again before looking at the others. ‘And you didn’t think to tell us at the beginning.’ Jesse questioned, Kenny dropped the paperwork. ‘She wasn’t involved.’ Kenny stated, Jesse narrowed his eyes at him. ‘Kenny, its her boss, she’s been involved from the start and now she’s right in the centre.’ Jesse inform him, pointing to the screen, Kenny clenched his jaw. ‘You don’t think I know that?’ Kenny questioned, leaning forward on his clenched fists against the table top.

‘What do they want Andrew?’ You asked him quietly, watching then two men as they walked back and forth letting their guns hang at their sides. ‘Money and drugs from the evidence locker.’ Andrew stated, you titled your head. ‘Why did you bring them here?’ You quizzed, then you turned to him. ‘Evidence locker was cleared last night, and it came here this morning.’ You thought out loud, he nodded. ‘But they incinerate everything tonight.’ You continued your thoughts. ‘That’s why there here.’ Andrew told you. ‘You want them to think they have it before it disappears?’ You asked, turning to him. ‘We have two hours until it goes up in flames.’ Andrew stated, you titled your head back so it rested against the tiles. ‘There isn’t much we can do until they want us, so am I allowed to ask about your lover boy?’ Andrew asked, you shook your head and shut your eyes. ‘You can ask but I might not answer.’ You replied, he chuckled and leaned forward scratching his forehead. ‘Is he a he?’ Andrew asked. ‘Yes, he’s a he.’ You replied. ‘Okay, short, tall, average height?’ Andrew started continue questioning. ‘Tall.’ You said, then cracked open an eye, ‘You’ve met him actually?’ You added, his head whipped around to you. ‘I have?’ He asked a little louder, covering his mouth he ducked his head. ‘Yeah.’ You whispered as the men turned and looked at you. ‘You remember when the F.B.I came by and helped?’ You asked, he nodded. ‘Which one, Crosby or Ortiz?’ Andrew quizzed, you titled your head to the side before turning to face Andrew. ‘Crosby.’ ‘Oh, oh yeah I see the pair of you now, I also noticed the not so subtle glances when he was here.’ Andrew informed you, your rolled your eyes. ‘We weren’t even together then.’ You told him. ‘No, but I’m pretty sure that the room was able to feel the tension.’ He stated, you chuckled before nodding.

‘Y/N.’ Kenny said, pushing your door open as you lifted the bag onto your shoulder. ‘Kenny.’ You said with a smile. ‘You’re okay?’ He said, moving around so he could get a better view of you. ‘A few scraped but I’m okay.’ You told him, he smiled down at you before wrapping the his large arms around you. ‘I’m sorry.’ He apologised into your hair. ‘You didn’t have anything to do with it.’ You told him, rubbing your hands up and down his back. ‘No, but I should’ve told the team about sooner.’ He admitted, you gave him a small smile before shaking your head. ‘It’s okay.’ You told him, smiling as you rested your arms on his biceps. ‘It-‘ ‘Kenny, we’re both safe, Andrew and myself.’ You told him, his blue eyes watched you before he took the bag off your shoulder, flinging it over his. ‘Whether you should’ve told them sooner or not it doesn’t matter.’ You took your hand in his. ‘Not anymore.’ You finished, bringing his hand up to your lips and pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. ‘Anyway, purple suits you.’ You stated, lightly hitting the bag that rested on his back, he chuckled. ‘I know.’ He replied cockily.

[acreativeme]

It Started as Stress Relief

It Started as Stress Relief

Kenny Crosby x Reader 

When they met, neither of them were looking for anything more than stress relief. Kenny Crosby had just gotten out of the military and was in a dark place. Y/N Gibson was working on her law degree and needed to let off some steam. They had met at a bar in New York City as they both relocated to the crowded city to get away from something. 

It was only supposed to be a one night thing, but it quickly turned into them hooking up at least three times a week. After three months, they were cooking for each other and meeting for coffee. A couple of months later, they were sharing secrets, hopes, and dreams. At the same time, Kenny was applying to the FBI academy and Y/N was studying for the bar exam--which had them spending less and less time with each other. It took them being apart for several weeks to make them realize that they cared more for the other than they had originally planned.

Like a movie, they met in the middle of Time Square with rain pouring down around them. Though they were both physically fit individuals, they were panting and out of breath. 

Y/N through herself into his arms, wanting to feel his warmth for the first time in weeks. “Kenny…” She whispered, pulling him in tight. 

He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying her familiar comfort. “Y/N…” 

“I missed you…” She mumbled  as she buried herself into his neck. 

He hummed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I missed you too.”

She pulled away enough to look up at him, “I don’t why it took me so long to realize that I can’t go a day without you. It has been the hardest last weeks of my life without you.” She blushed.

He grinned at her reddening cheeks. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. 

It went without saying that they were an item after that. After Kenny graduated from the academy and joined the Fugitive Task Force, they had decided to move in together as it made sense with him being away a lot. 

It wasn’t until he came home and explained that there was a member of his team with her last name, that Y/N realized that she hadn’t told him about her sister--who happened to also be an FBI Agent. “Kenny.. I have something to say..”

He looked up from his go-bag and the dirty clothes he was pulling out. “Yeah, what is it?”

She set her wine glass on the counter. “I have a sister, her name is Hana Gibson. She is an FBI agent and I think that she is on your team.” She pulled out her phone to pull up some pictures.

His eyes widened as he looked over her shoulder to see the photo, “oh shit. That’s my teammate.” 

Y/N sighed, closing her eyes. “I feel like a shit sister for not mentioning her before, I guess I got too wrapped in studying for the bar. I have pictures that I have been meaning to hang up, but I am not handy.” 

Kenny wrapped his arms around her waist. “It is okay, baby.” He kissed her forehead. “Do you want us to tell your sister about us?”

Y/N shook her head no. “Not yet, I just want to keep this between us for right now.” 

He nodded in acceptance. “Okay, but we will have to tell her eventually.”

...3 Years Later.. 

So, they have let time get away from them..and still haven’t told Hana, or any of the team, about their relationship. After Y/N passed the bar, she got a job with the US Attorney's office working White Collar crimes-- which includes a lot of time and paperwork. Kenny had been getting called away on more cases that kept him busy. Whenever Hana would visit with Y/N, Kenny would be out on a guys night and would come home after Hana left. If the sisters had sleepovers, they would happen at Hana’s place. If the team was talking about their personal life, Kenny had to be careful about what he said. He couldn’t give any specific details, so he had to say that he was still feeling things out. 

It wasn’t until they were having a date night after Kenny got home from a hard case, that their secret came to light.  It was about a veteran going through a PTSD break and thinking that he was being hunted by insurgents. Y/N saw the pain in his eyes, so she took him out to his favorite restaurant and bowling-- his secret favorite hobby. 

“Y/N? Kenny?” Hana asked, as she and the team stepped out of a Chinese restaurant.

The couple froze, nearly dropping their ice cream as they stopped. They shared a look before turning towards the team. “Hi…” They echoed, waving awkwardly.

Hana stepped forward, confusion evident on her face. “Are you guys on a date? How do you even know each other?” 

Sheryll Barnes looked at Clinton, “they are screwed.”

Y/N stepped towards her sister. “I am going to be real with you, Hana. Kenny and I have been together for almost 4 years. We met and started dating just after he got out of the Army and joined the FBI. We originally only planned to keep us a secret for a little bit, but life got in the way.” She paused, tearing up at how upset Hana looked. “Then we got so far into this that we didn’t know how to tell you.”

Hana looked away from Y/N to glare at Kenny. “So, the anonymous woman that you were talking about was Y/N?”

Kenny rubbed the back of his head. “Yes. There is so much about her that I love, so I didn’t have to lie about anything but the name.” 

Y/N looked back at him with a smile. “You talk about me?”

He grinned lovingly at her. “Of course.” 

Hana gagged. “I think that I prefer not knowing about you guys.”

Everyone laughed as Y/N launched herself at her sister, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I love you, Hana..”

Hana groaned, “yeah, yeah, yeah…”

[procrastinatorimagines]

[imaginingyourfandom]

6. oh my god I haven’t got you a present! - kenny crosby (fbi most wanted)

The past few weeks had been so stressful, getting everything ready for your daughters first Christmas. Kenny knew you wanted everything to be perfect so he helped however he could and tried not to stress you out too much.

“The house looks beautiful, by the way.” He smiled as he admired your handy work before pressing a kiss to your head. 

After a long day, you daughter had finally fallen asleep, just in time fore Kenny to come home and spend some time with his partner. You had been so busy that he missed spending time with you and showing you how much he loved you.

You smiled gratefully, “Thank you. It took a while but everything looks good and she loves it. I wanted us to have traditions as a family and she seems to really enjoy it, especially the Christmas fair.”

“I’m glad you had fun and I’m glad we got to do it together. As much as I love work, being with you both always makes me happy.” Kenny sighed in content before tightening his hold on you.

You were quite for a moment before your eyes widened in surprise,  “Oh my god I haven’t got you a present!”

Kenny laughed, “It’s okay, being with you both makes me happy and I know you both love me. I don’t need a present from you to know. You don’t have to get me anything, this Christmas will already be my favourite.”

You shook your head, “No. I did everything this Christmas, expect get my husband a present? How the hell did I manage to do that? I want to get you something because I need you to know how much I appreciate and cherish you, no matter what.”

“I don’t need a present to know you love and care about me. We are a family and we are making memories together, that’s what’s important to me. I love you, present or no present.”

“I love you too dork.”