#Mia: *Instantly snaps my neck (worth it)*

[highlifeboat]

beginning hour!mia MAY have an ugly dress. but i think thats incentive for you to take it off :^)

SDHJSDJ-YOU BASTARD

YOU'RE SO RIGHT and I will be storing this in my brain for later.

[potato-with-hair]

Fake News

First tumblr Story Ever

As the newest Avenger it seemed that Tony Stark and Captain Rogers were more than comfortable sending you out on all of the shit missions, granted, you could use the time in with your new teammates to learn their little quirks and start working to meld your abilities with theirs so that you could start working together seamlessly, but it was getting ridiculous. You were half expecting to start getting told to go out and help the NYFD rescue kittens from trees and helping the NYPD direct traffic on Broadway in Manhattan during rush hour. Y/N was a technopath, which was a fancy name for someone who could control technology and anything mechanical with their mind, or if you wanted to be technical about it, according to the official S.H.I.E.L.D. dossier:

Y/L/N, Y/N: Main Ability: Technology Manipulation

User can manipulate technology, the sum of techniques, skills, methods, and

processes used in the production of goods or services or in the accomplishment

of objectives. However, most users only can exert control over technological

constructs, such as computers, robots, hardware, and other devices that can be

termed as "technology", in any way. Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.

Also Called:

· Cyberkinesis

· Cyberpathy

· Mechanokinesis

· Technokinesis

· Technopathy

Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, spring was coming to a close and summer was just around the corner. Tony asked me and Sam Wilson, you may know him as Falcon, to head to midtown

Manhattan because there were some “unsavory” characters hanging around Grand Central Station.

Turns out it was some low-level HYDRA minions that were basically trying to see what kind of trouble they could cause, they had planted a pipe bomb in a waste bin in the middle of the station and it was a Friday when thousands of people would be traveling through the station heading to and from work and school. I think that HYDRA was more or less just testing us Avengers out to what abilities we had and see if there are any hidden capabilities we possessed before they come at us for a full-scale attack.

Sam and I arrived and were able to find the pipe bomb relatively quickly, part of my ability is being able to read the signatures of different technologies and mechanics, and if you don’t think that a bomb countdown timer throws out a red flag, you are mistaken. Anyway, we found it, and rather than call bomb and arson with New York’s Finest, I was able to manipulate the mechanics myself using my mind. I shut down the detonator without ever touching the bomb and made the whole thing inactive within a few minutes time.

Easy peasy, 10 minutes, another fast sweep which took an additional 30 minutes, and Sam and I were finished and ready for our close-ups from the media that always, inevitably followed. We had a small group of media that always showed up whenever a call went out that an Avenger was “working” and there was almost always a small fan base at Grand Central or where ever we were working who would come up to thank us, like we were some sort of rock stars, and as per usual some of the younger men and women took the opportunity to do some flirting with us. Tony told us, unattached Avengers, that any publicity and light flirting and playfulness with the fans was good publicity and would help for the public to relate to us and see us in a positive light. I am not going to lie, I may or may not have had a little thing for our resident speedy Sokovian, but our little flirting in the compound never seemed to go beyond that, flirting. I thought there was a possibility he liked me also, but, so far, nothing. Although I did catch him staring at me quite often and Wanda and some of the guys were always talking to him and then immediately looking in her direction like they were just discussing her. Pietro did seem to always try to be around me and sit near me as often as possible as well. Also when the “fans” would flirt with him, I noticed he never really showed much interest in them, always watching to see what I was doing.

Oh well, time to spend a little time with the crowd before Sam and I headed back to the compound. The New York Times was talking to some travelers about the pipe bomb that was found in the wastebasket and what their thoughts were and how they felt about us being there to “save the day, yet again” when an overzealous “fan” started to get a little handsy with me in the background. He had followed me around and asked me to dinner a few times, flashing cash and his business card a few times, trying to press it into my hand multiple times. I explained I was really bust and thanked him but said I was not interested or available, but he kept perusing me. He was leaning over my shoulder with his hand around my waist from behind, body pulled directly flush with my back and he was in an excited state if you know what I mean, and he was whispering in my ear about some of his fantasies and things that he has dreamt of doing to me. Of course, the camera flashed right as he started to kiss my neck and I had a smile on my face because I was focusing on a sweet 10 year old in front of me asking for my autograph and telling me I was her favorite avenger. If the camera had waited all of 5 seconds more, they would have caught me performing a minor assault on the prick and another 5 seconds would have caught Sam pulling me off of him and flying us out of the station and back to the compound with his hand over my mouth because I let lose a string of explicative’s that would put Wade Wilson to shame.

The next morning I woke up and took a shower, went down to the kitchen and made my normal toast and juice and bowl of fruit, and could not help notice that the Avengers that were there were looking at me strangely, I thought it was because I was still in a sour mood because of that jerk from yesterday and the icky feeling he gave me that I was assaulted by scum. I knew that Rogers, Wanda, Sam, and Nat were on their way to Lagos on a mission. Thor and Banner were MIA since Sokovia, which left Stark, Rhodey, Vision, Pietro and I still here.

“Y/N, so, how was the pipe bomb incident yesterday?” Tony asked seemingly hinting at something

“Uneventful aside from a slight annoyance in the crowd, is there coffee left?” Y/N responded looking at him while rising to get a mug and pour a hot mug to clear the remaining sleep from my head.

“Nothing happened? Nobody special you want to tell us about?” Rhodey chimes in.

“Not that I am aware of or worth mentioning now that it’s done and over with, is there something you would like to tell me about?” Y/N asks looking back and forth to them. “Hey, where’s Speedy, he’s usually down here eating everything that isn’t trying to eat him first.”

Tony looks at Y/N and smirks, “It is strange that you should mention that, he came in about 20 minutes ago, I assume you were in the shower or I am sure you would have heard him, saw the cover of the New York Times, flipped out and, well, here you are, please take a look, we are on pins and needles to know what you think. And I hope you know that all suitors must meet the full team before you becoming an “item” and pass Avenger inspection, and Rogers is particularly tough.” He slid the paper across the kitchen island to where you sat, both he and Rhodey watching your face for a reaction. You unfolded the paper confused and looked at the front cover.

There in black and white at you was a close up of the stranger with his arms around your waist from behind, you leaning slightly forward smiling and the stranger kissing your neck, the little girl you were smiling at was covered by the person being interviewed in the foreground. To someone who was not there and did not know the story, this definitely looked bad, like a very intimate moment caught on film, the headline read ‘Newest Avenger Moving Fast With New York Wall Street Trader’ the article went on to talk about how you just met the guy and did not bother to get his name, but just let him put the moves on you, yadda, yadda, yadda. Apparently, after Sam got you out of there, the “gentleman: in question decided to make a name for himself and gave a short interview making it sound like you approached him and started the whole flirt fest, lead him on, and then abandoned him, with the promise to return. You looked at Tony and Rhodey with wide eyes and a sick feeling in your stomach, “This is the biggest load of shit I have ever read in my life, this is not anything at all what happened. About 3 seconds after this picture was snapped, I basically slapped the taste out of his mouth and would have continued to do so had Sam not gotten me out of there. Flirting? More like this guy assaulted me. This was not consensual or wanted. I told him multiple times I was not interested and refused his advances and invitations to dinner and he kept bothering me. I was talking to a little kid and he pulled this crap when I had my back turned to him.”

Tony went from joking to serious almost instantly, “Okay, we were just going to bust your balls on this a little bit, but this has just become a non-joke. I’ll have Pepper contact someone in Stark Industries legal department to get in touch with the paper to track this guy down, he’ll have had to sign a waiver for publication and we’re going to go after him for liable and harassment. If he tries to come after you for battery for the assault, well, we’ll call that defense, Avenger or not, no one gets to touch you without permission. Y/n we really didn’t know, we were just going to play around with you about this a little, and we had no idea. He didn’t do any weird stuff, right?”

“NO, I mean, I slapped him and Sam pulled me off of him and flew me out of there, anything beyond what he did to me and you would have been getting a call from New York’s finest about bail or my court hearing for homicide. I was shocked, but if it had gone beyond what it was, I would have raged a lot harder than I did. The headline in the paper would have read a lot differently today.” Y/N responded.

“Alright, I know that yesterday was weird and I know that Nat and Wanda have had to deal with crap like this from time to time, unfortunately being an attractive woman on the team seems to let the guys out there think that it is open season to treat you ladies like meat. It is unfair and it sucks and if any of the men on the team are around just say the word and well step in and make sure the guys know it’s not okay, or step back and let you take care of it yourself, whatever you feel more comfortable with. In the meantime, take the weekend off and go to a spa or go shopping or to the movies or whatever you need to do to feel better, charge everything to Stark okay. Just let us know if you need anything alright.” Tony hugged you with one arm and kissed the top of your head. “One thing though, Lightning Legs. He flipped out when he saw this. He thought it was true and got hot and bothered. I would suggest finding him and letting him know what is really going on because the last thing you need right now is a crazy Sokovian kid acting like a jealous boyfriend right now.”

You look us at Tony and across the island to Rhodey, “What is that all about, what is he flipping out about, he brags about all the women he is into and dated back in Sokovia all the time, what does he care about what happens to me?”

“Y/N are you serious? That kid has been crazy in love with you since Sokovia. I swear I was coming close to sending you both on a mission that involved a tropical island and a case of rum soon. If he’s not staring at you, you are staring at him. It’s sickening.” Tony finished with a sarcastic eye roll. Go relax in your room, we'll take care of this. Just try to put it from your mind and well talk soon. With that, you left and headed to the elevator bank to the sleeping quarters level, feeling shitty, but better because you knew Tony would do what he could to help.

You were only in your Bedroom Suite for about half an hour when there was a somewhat frantic knocking at your door. You got up from your bed, put down the book you were currently reading, and made your way to the door, opening it, you found a seemingly tormented Pietro, he entered your quarters without an invitation and started to pace the length of your room, looking at you, Y/N could tell he needed to speak, but he was not sure where or how to start.

“Y/N, I ……. The newspaper, I saw the picture and…… Who is he? Do you like him? I mean does he make you happy? I want you to be happy……… I know that no one will ever be able to………. Not like I do………” Pietro kept starting and stopping sentences, never actually completing any, and getting agitated. You had never seen him this disconcerted before, he was always so unruffled when he would flirt with you before and this was a whole new side to him that you had never seen before. It was like he was unsure of himself and it was not something he was sure of how to process. You walked towards where Pietro was walking seemingly carrying on an argument with himself and reached out for his hands.

“Pietro, please stop, okay, please. It is not what you think, I don’t know that guy. It was fake, it was false, I don’t know him, I did not ask for that, I did not tell him it was okay to touch me or kiss me like that, I was not alright with that, He did that without my permission, and the photographer took a picture and they wrote some fake story to make it seem like I was into it. I did not want that. I don’t know him, I feel disgusted by that.” You start to rub your neck where the creep kissed you, sat down on the plush cushioned ottoman bench at the foot of your bed and start to curl into yourself to make yourself as small as possible as Pietro looks at you taking in your words.

“Wait, moja bohyňa (my goddess,) some guy you do not know came up to you and started to touch you and kiss you without your permission? No, I will not allow this, who is this man; I will go fight him right now. Žiadny odpadok sa nemôže dotknúť mojej bohyne bez jej súhlasu. Nikomu by nemalo byť dovolené pozerať sa na ňu bez toho, aby sa poďakoval bohom, že bola stvorená. (No trash can touch my goddess without her consent. No man should ever be allowed to look on her, without thanking the gods that she was created.) Are you okay?” He sat on the bench next to you giving you plenty of space, not wanting to crowd you. “I will kill this man, why would he think he could touch you, Bohyňa (Goddess,) if I had been there, I would have stopped him immediately, I am so sorry I was not there with you. “ Pietro sat staring forward with a look of disappointment in himself. You leaned over towards him putting your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you pulling you into him. You snuggled your face into his chest drawing designs on his stomach and chest with your finger as he kissed your head and held you close.

“Tony is going to get the Legal department of Stark Industries to look into the paper and find out who the guy is and get him charged with harassment, and I may or may not have given him a good slap as soon as I got over my shock and realized what was happening, so I figure I should let the cops know everything in case he decided to try to press charges later for battery saying I attacked him. But I promise Pietro, there is absolutely nothing at all going on with that guy or any other guy in my life because I was sort of waiting for someone I had a sort of thing for to maybe make a move, but I didn’t think that he was interested, so I had basically given up hope and just accepted that we would only be friends, and that was okay, but I really was hoping he would let me know he felt the same.” You continued tracing symbols on Pietro's chest with her fingers nervously

Pietro put his hand gently under Y/Ns chin and raised her face so that his clear blue eyes were looking directly into Y/N/E/C, “Do I know this guy?” He asked finally deciding to go with the advice the rest of the team when they told him that Y/N was definitely into him, and Wanda assured him that yes, Y/N thought about him often and was only too nervous to make the first move, but if Pietro would, she would be receptive.

Y/N looks from Pietro's eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again and states “I am sure you have seen him around here, sometimes he’s hard to spot because he’s pretty fast, but when he stops or slows down and doesn’t try so hard to impress everyone he’s really an amazing guy. I have to say to, he is sexy as hell too, and he has this accent when he talks, uggghhh, it does things to me.” Y/N just smiles at him teasingly.

Pietro chuckles and smiling leans in but says softly before he kisses you, “Prednesiem vám básne a texty, ak ma chcete počuť hovoriť, poviem vám všetky veci, ktoré chcem s vami a s vami urobiť, ale nikdy vám nebudem môcť vyjadriť, ako veľmi vás milujem a uctievam. Teraz si môj, ako ja tvoj, navždy. (I will recite you poetry and lyrics if you want to hear me speak, I will tell you all the things I want to do to you and with you, but I will never be able to express to you, how much I love and worship you. You are mine now as I am your, forever.)” He then lays the softest and most soul-baring kiss on Y/N that she has ever felt. It was as if all the passions in the world could have been transferred to her through that kiss and as he softly caresses her face while peppering gentle kisses on her face, Y/N thinks that maybe this stupid picture is not the worst thing in the world to ever happen to her if it is what FINALLY brought her and Pietro together, she figures if nothing else, this will be a brilliant story to tell their kids someday.

Slovakian substituted for Sokovian

Y/N = Your Name

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Y/N/E/C = Your Eye Color

[etherealeeknow]

toxic

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader

• wc: 1.434

• tw: toxic relationship, explicit language, mild rope play, fingering (f), oral (m&f)- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: inspired by true events, heh. this isn’t proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes! i’ll get to it soon! and although i have mixed feelings about this fic, i hope you’ll enjoy it ;-; also, please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. (psst, don’t be shy to drop by my ask!)

• song recommendation: bitter love - pia mia

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your deep slumber was interrupted by jumbled sounds; they weren’t necessarily too loud, but the continuous groans that followed behind added them up, and you had to force your heavy eyelids to open while mumbling incoherent words that grabbed jisung’s attention. cursing under his breath, he instantly locked his phone, all the noises vanished in just a matter of seconds. “i’m sorry. i should’ve used my earphones,” he said as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to your chin and wrapped his arms around you, closing the distance. “you always say that then repeat the exact same thing the next day,” you sighed in annoyance and shimmied your way out of his embrace to turn your back against him. you could picture the bitter expression on his face when he wrapped his arms around you again and apologized for the second time, only to be replied with complete silence. 

it was undeniable that you got mad over such a small silly matter, but you couldn’t help it. jisung had always been like this—careless. time after time, you’d question him the same thing, which was whether or not his feelings for you were real. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung just couldn’t wrap his head around how and where you got your energy to stay mad at him 24/7. everything he did seemed to be a crime to you, and it made him cuss at those teenage romcom movies, calling them a scam. despite all the cons and infinite bickers, none of you had ever called it quits.

this is toxic. i should end it.

“baby, look-” you didn’t let him finish the sentence and told him to shut up instead—that was when he withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh, then nothing. turning back, you saw him on his phone again and it made your blood boil so you snatched it away. “what the hell-” “no. it’s you,” you emphasized loud and clear, index finger poking his chest, “what the hell, jisung?” you added, still repeating the same gesture and you could see his expression growing more and more annoyed with each poke, but that didn’t stop you, even after he warned you. “what the fuck do you want? i told you i’m sorry!” scoffing, you ignored him and was about to get off bed when he clutched your hand and pinned you down on the mattress. “answer me, y/n. what the fuck do you want?” he hissed and it made you gulp; feeling small yet your anger was bigger. “fuck off.”

jisung laughed almost sinisterly with his head thrown back, and you trembled underneath him, both over anxiety and excitement as this was a side of him you had never encountered before. “sit,” he ordered as he undressed himself, letting his hardened cock bounced up, slapping against his abs before making his way up to you, resting right below your chest. the close up view of his pink, slightly covered with precum, tip made your eyes glistening. “suck.” like a trained puppy, you obeyed immediately—taking him whole and his mouth agape. although voiceless, pleasure was written all across his face.

your boy liked it slow; it made him feral. he lived for the feeling of having your pretty little plump lips around him; the way you could take him with ease wowed him, and he never got tired of seeing your pathetic state, especially out in public when you could barely open your mouth for days without whimpering in pain. just by imagining it made him shudder and close to release, but he didn’t want that, not yet. “s- stop- ah, fuck!” he yanked you by the hair, but that only made you go for more. you snuck your tongue out to lick his tip, sucking it, making him growl and curse before pushing you back down to the bed. “don’t you fucking move.”

he went to reach for something under the bed—a box which you never knew its existence until then. he opened it, revealing all sorts of his bizarre toy collection. you were taken aback by the surprise and got so immersed in them. jisung took the golden chance to tie your hands with a rope to the headboard. it was only until he let go and your hands got caught up above, that you snapped back in reality, yet still dazzled. this wasn’t the jisung you knew. sure, six months of being and living together couldn’t be considered as a long period, but you and jisung had fucked and talked about sex every single day, almost like it was your daily vitamin, yet such thing never came up.

another sinister laugh left his mouth upon seeing your terrorized expression. “what’s with the face, hmm?” he asked ever so sweetly, caressing your cheek, down to your neck, then to your pajamas, running his fingers up and down the little buttons before ripping them off, buttons scattered everywhere. so long, favorite pjs. your gasp only made it halfway as jisung was quick to smother himself with your bare breasts, sniffing, biting, kissing, licking, pinching, squeezing, marking, literally any possible thing he could do, he did, while you loved and whimpered over it.

you didn’t even have to beg. just your endless heavenly oh’s and ah’s were enough to get jisung down and pulled off your shorts and panties altogether. only taking a brief moment to enjoy the view of your freshly shaved cunt before diving in, and your breath hitched the moment his tongue met your pulsating core. you started grinding against his face, dying for more, and jisung understood, so he slipped in his finger, but that still wasn’t enough. “for fuck sake, ji, just fuck me already!” you cried desperately, not minding the burning pain on your wrists from pulling on the rope harshly.

but jisung didn’t give a damn. you already had a bigger control in the relationship and there was no way he was gonna let you take the lead in sex too. this was the only pride he had left, so he continued, thrusting in another finger easily into your hole, curling them to reach your sweet spot. your breathy moaned drove him over the edge and he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to release. jisung’s tongue left your nub and you nearly cried over the loss of contact, but it was all worth it when you saw him wrapping his other free hand onto his own throbbing cock, pumping it with all his might while still fingering you in ease. every inch of your body grew hotter over the sight, but no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, the building knot in your abdomen kept causing your eyes to roll back. “so good, j- ji, shit! i’m cum-” 

you were unable to finish your sentence, but jisung knew. he could tell from your shaking legs and quickened breaths. “yes, yes, cum for me, baby, cum,” jisung choked out, nearing his own high, and right there and then, you came undone all over his fingers and on the bed, staining the white sheets with your juices. through his squinting eyes, jisung made sure to capture your expression—how pretty you looked with parted lips, rosy cheeks, and crossed eyes. he even slowed his thrust to prevent himself from coming; waiting for your bucking hips to came to a halt before he hurriedly approached you and jerked off right in front of your face, biting his lower lip when he saw you sticking your tongue out just on time when he ejaculated. 

//

“i’m sorry. i love you, y/n,” jisung uttered, lying on your lap.

“i’m sorry too. i love you, jisung,” you replied, caressing his head.

it was undeniable that you often got mad over small silly matters, but you could still bear with it, although sometimes you’d question whether or not he paid attention to the things you said, but that was it. besides, it was normal for jisung to get lost in his own world. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung found it a little difficult to understand your moodiness, especially since most of the things he did seemed to annoy you, yet he found your relationship just like how it was in those teenage romcom movies—youthful. so, despite some differences and bickers here and there, none of you had ever called it quits.

this is love. i should fight for it.

right?

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gen’s masterlist

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Valentines Day for Nerds (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s favourite holiday is often taken up mostly by work, but this year his enjoyment doesn’t seem to be as disruptive in the BAU bullpen. The team soon realise why.

AN: It’s a bit late- who am I kidding? IT’S ALWAYS HALLOWEEN IN OUR HEARTS! This was a part of @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap, for the brilliant @agntprentiss <3 

For my smut fic from the swap, check out A Little Indulgence (18+ only!)

Reader uses she/her pronouns!

Word count: 1.7k words

Gif credit to @imagining-in-the-margins​ <3

Your name: submit What is this?

The first breach of boredom was Penelope practically skipping into the bullpen, her arms cradling a bouquet of flowers as if it were an infant. The bold orange roses contrasted with the dyed black petals of its counterparts as they were planted upon Spencer’s desk.

“Delivery for Doctor Reid!” trilled Penelope, clapping her hands now that they were free of said delivery. Dropping his pen onto his unfinished paperwork, Spencer pivoted the base of the bouquet before he found a small black envelope.

It held a little card with two pumpkins, happy faces carved into them both. Inside were the following words:

 Black is for new beginnings,

Orange is for enthusiasm,

Spooky times are afoot tonight,

Watch out for ectoplasm!

I spent ten minutes trying to think of a rhyme for that. Happy Halloween, Cara Mia!

Y/N xxx

Spencer beamed as he placed the bouquet at the edge of his desk, next to the fake severed hand that now held the card in its stiff fingers. He scratched his bristly cheek. Less than a day until he could shave this off. It’d be worth it though.

“Is it from Y/N?”

He looked up to see Penelope had lingered like a lost spirit, waiting to see if her trials of passing on the bouquet had been worthy enough for her to move onto the next world – her Batcave. She was poised with a hopeful expression.

“Yes,” Spencer said, watching Penelope lean up on her tiptoes as she tried to rein in her delight.

She clapped her hands, her purple painted nails clicking as they tapped together, “Are my two favourite ghost hunters up to much this Hallow’s Eve?”

“We’re going to see the Phantasmagoria re-enactment after we go trick-or-treating with Henry tonight.”

It was hard to ignore the absolute glee with which Spencer spoke. Even if one completely ignored the way his voice carried a light excitement, the way his eyes lit up and his broad smile almost fell off his face was enough to connote that he was very excited for tonight. It was also hard to ignore the mild bemusement on the faces of everyone who heard.

Glad to be back and bearing witness to his elated behaviour regardless, Emily cracked a smile, “Maybe she’ll cling to you when she gets scared.”

A heat crawled up Spencer’s neck and he tried to return to work now in hopes that his gift’s display would be cut off. He’d rather sit in the glow of receiving the flowers without mockery.

To the team’s credit, no one ribbed him for it.

The flowers were not the last gift though.

Soon Penelope reappeared, “Your Cupid has returned with another gift for you!”

As he tore at the paper and revealed an Edgar Allen Poe pin – the titular Raven he instantly attached it to his satchel strap – in pride of place, just like the bouquet.

Derek was the one to notice how Spencer’s sandwiches had been cut into little pumpkins. Some digging and Spencer revealed that he had gotten Y/N to order a cutter online. He held his lunch in one hand, his collection of classic Halloween short stories in the other, with a childish glee that no one wanted to squander.

When Spencer climbed the steps to drop off a file to Hotch around mid-afternoon, Rossi walking behind him noted the brand-new socks. A classic odd pairing, and obviously they were Halloween themed. This kid left no opportunity untaken when it came to celebrating Halloween – more than his own birthday.

But Rossi was not closed enough to get a good look at them, and no one else was as close. So, he recruited Emily and Derek to discover what the pattern was. It was Emily and Derek who upped the stakes by wanting to get a glimpse without arousing suspicion. Now that outright asking Spencer was not an option, the game began as they dropped several pens as an excuse to bend over and strain for a flash of those socks.

Derek eventually resorted to a pantomime attempt at tripping in front of Spencer’s desk and gave the jig up straight away by shouting to a stressed Emily (whilst also catching the attention of Hotch through his office’s blinds): “IT’S IT!”

A few language barriers hurdled later, and hindsight brought them both clarity. The red splodge on Spencer’s ankle was officially defined as a balloon.

“So tell us! What’s the other one?” Emily said, her voice strained with how much she was invested in this single sock.

Spencer hiked up his trouser leg to display the skeletal zombie sewn into the sock. “It’s Curtis Danko from When Good Ghouls Go Bad. Y/N had it commissioned for me!”

JJ was watching nearby, unaffected by the tensions of the sock bet. She knew the film because Y/N had wanted to show it to Henry the other week when she babysat him. But upon further inspection, the R.L. Stine film – while intended for kids – might be a little intimidating for Henry to watch without his profiler mother and godfather, police officer father, and favourite auntie there to protect him from the cursed statue.

No one else in the bullpen knew the film.

The team soon discovered that Spencer was not the only one to be on the receiving end of such gifts. Six o’clock rolled around and Y/N entered the bullpen. She was wearing a fuzzy black scarf, some sparkles shining within the wool. At the tail of it, a lucky black cat patch was sewn onto the end. It caught Rossi’s eye and he hid behind a folder as he smiled. The three times that Spencer had forgone a card game with him (in favour of knitting the scarf on the flights back from cases) had been riddled with playful teasing. It was good to see that it was worth it.

Especially when Spencer saw Y/N wearing it and his back snapped straight up. His chair flew backwards, spinning around with the effort that Spencer had launched himself from it, and he and Y/N embraced each other with casual affection.

“How was work today?”

“Not as boring as I thought. But, I have to say: I’m meant to call you Cara Mia.” Spencer’s eyes darted to the card Y/N had sent that morning.

Y/N caught onto his meaning, “Should I stop?”

“Never.”

She rubbed her nose against his and Spencer went pink again, giggling like a teenager. True, he was as smitten with Y/N as Gomez was with Morticia. Then he remembered he was in the workplace as Y/N went to greet the rest of the team, and Spencer’s pink became a scarlet.

“Aww, Pretty Boy,” Derek grinned at him from his desk chair, “You’re so cute!”

“It’s like Sergio!” Emily said, admiring the scarf with her thumb rubbing over the stitches around the cat patch.

“Make sure he’s safe tonight,” Y/N squeezed her hands for a second.

Then JJ appeared from her office, coat and bag over her arm, and she, Y/N, and Spencer wished the bullpen a Happy Halloween before they left.

They had three hours before the Phantasmagoria started. Plenty of time to get ready.

Henry was right behind the front door of his home. The second it opened, he bounced at Spencer’s feet, his tiny hand clutching onto two of his fingers to drag him inside. He was babbling away at such speed that Y/N could barely keep up. She gave Will a wave across the ironing board where he was diligently ironing Will’s cape.

“Well don’t you look handsome!” Y/N beamed at Henry while JJ combed his hair back, slick with gel. It was something he agreed to but only if Spencer was doing the same. Which he was, occupying the downstairs bathroom as he prepared his own costume.

The moment Spencer had finished shaving everything bar the moustache, he was plonked in front of the television. Henry smoothed out his cloak and put in his plastic fangs in to watch the rest of his new favourite Halloween film, The Little Vampire. He mumbled along with Rudolph’s lines and sat enraptured as he pointed out to Spencer the flying scenes. Luckily for him, Will and JJ were getting dressed as Frederick and Freda Sackville-Bagg upstairs to join in the Halloween spirit – last year’s Halloween date night disaster long forgotten.

Henry put in his plastic fangs and hissed at Y/N who emerged in her long sleek black dress. As she stepped across the room as elegantly as Morticia, Spence spied that she was wearing the black spiderweb tights he had bought her today.

“Hello, Gomez,” She smiled radiantly at Spencer, smoothing out his suit jacket as he stood before her. He presented her with a red rose that matched her lipstick to a tee.

As she breathed in the flower’s scent, he kissed her cheek, enjoying her giggle at the bristle of his ‘stache, “You’re stunning.”

“Thank you, and you’re handsome as ever.” She swung their linked hands between them in the opposite way she poised on her tiptoes. “Maybe we should have taken a tango class.”

And she laughed loudly at Spencer’s wincing at such a thought.

“It’s ok, Cara Mia. I’ll settle for a kiss instead.”

Oh, that was something he could do forever. He brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles then the inside of each wrist.

Unfortunately, Henry interrupted the stream of kisses that were headed in Y/N’s way. “Ready to go!” He skipped his way between the happy couple.

It was hard to be mad at Henry, especially with how adorable he looked beside his parents and with his bright orange pumpkin bag ready to collect candy. He felt safe with his four favourite adults guarding him.

“Tonight,” Y/N whispered into his ear and he could hear the smirk in her words, “After the Phantasmagoria.”

Spencer beamed, his dimples delightfully framing that smile. One day maybe, they would have their own Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert to join them. And maybe then Derek would dress up as Uncle Fester.

[imagine-loki]

Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 4

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

It had been a few days since Loki’s discovery.

And he had a plan.

He’d tried a few different tactics over the last few days. The one that got him best results was when he asked Mia to hand him something in the lab, she did it instantly without question. He then let Good girl slip instead of a thank you. It had the desired effect, he thought her entire face was going to go up in flames. She was very giddy and flustered.

So she definitely has a praise kink. That he was certain of. She was a pleaser.

But his plan, he was putting into motion tonight. He’d asked her to another date night, but to wear her comfiest pyjamas. She was highly confused, but was pretty excited none the less.

He went to her room and knocked, smiling when he heard her rushing over to the door.

When she opened it, Loki was pleased to see she was in pyjamas already. They were Minnie Mouse pyjamas. She sheepishly looked down at herself. ‘Sorry… I don’t really have, uhm, sexy kind of Pyjamas.’

Loki smiled and picked up her hand, bringing it up to his lips he kissed the back of it. ‘You look beautiful, darling. Never apologise for wearing whatever you want to.’

There was that delightful blush that graced her cheeks, that he loved so much on her.

‘Are you ready?’ He asked with a grin.

She nodded. ‘I’m really intrigued to see what you’ve got planned.’

Loki was wearing comfortable clothing too. Leather trousers with a green Asgardian tunic type of top. But Mia always thought he looked amazing, he could probably wear a bin bag and still look handsome.

First stop was the kitchen, Loki had a mini buffet type of set up going on. But it was bowls of popcorn, nachos and chocolate. He grabbed a tray and put it all on, then motioned for Mia to follow him as he headed to the lifts.

Mia raised an eyebrow as she followed him. ‘Where are we going?’ She asked, getting into the lift with him.

He didn’t say anything, just grinned. They stopped a few floors down, Loki then led the way to the library. It all made sense when they entered.

Loki had borrowed Tony’s projector and had set up a film to play on the empty wall near the back of the library. He’d also taken lots of cushions and blankets for them to sit or lie down on and keep cosy. Some candles were lit, giving the room a lovely calming and romantic vibe.

‘Oh wow. Loki, this is amazing.’ Mia said excitedly.

‘I’m glad you think so. It took a lot of persuading to make sure the others would stay out of the way for the night.’ Loki said with a frown.

‘What kind of persuading?’ Mia asked, curious.

‘I had to say please to Stark.’ Loki cringed, making Mia burst out laughing.

‘Well, it certainly seems worth it.’ Mia grinned.

Loki and Mia got comfortable on the cushions, Loki used his Seidr to make them all into a bed type of shape with a bit at the back for them to lean against comfortably. He pulled a big blanket over the both them, he was absolutely delighted when she snuggled right in against his side.

‘What film are we watching?’ She asked when Loki used his Seidr to have the tray of food hover just on front of them, but not blocking the view, to save having to get a table over.

Loki didn’t reply, just grinned as he grabbed the remote and started the movie up. Mia was shocked when Frozen Two started.

‘Really? I didn’t think you would be a Disney fan? We can watch something you like.’ Mia suggested as she turned to face him more.

‘Not at all. I remember over hearing you speaking to Wanda about wanting to see it when it’s out.’ Loki smiled.

Mia then frowned. ‘It’s not even out in cinemas here yet. How did you… Wait, did you get Bruce to get it for you?’ She asked knowingly.

Loki’s grin grew even larger and he wiggled his eyebrows. ‘Perhaps… I have my ways. Now shhh, it’s starting.’ Loki put his arm around her and pulled her into him again.

She was secretly so delighted that he’d managed to get the film. She had been desperate to see it. And what could be better, snuggled up comfortably with Loki? Nothing could be better, that was for sure.

Mia was totally engrossed in the film, she almost missed her mouth a few times while eating. Eyes glued to the screen.  

Loki couldn’t resist stroking her hair, letting his fingers slide through her locks. It was soothing for both of them. Perhaps too soothing for Mia, she could feel herself slipping into little space. Something she didn’t really want to do on front of Loki, not wanting to freak him out.

But it was difficult, he was pressing all the right buttons.

It became even worse for Mia when he ended up gently pulling her onto his lap. She blushed hard, but kept her eyes on the movie, leaning back against him as she curled up comfortably.

Loki slid his hand under her pyjama top and started stroking her back softly, she squirmed and giggled when he went too far round to her sides, making him smirk. ‘Ticklish?’ He grinned, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

She didn’t reply, just whined a little and shuffled slightly on his lap.

His touch against her back felt so heavenly, she was slipping hard. Loki noticed her take the tips of a bit of her hair into her mouth and he smiled. He hadn’t seen her do that before, but he had a feeling it was something she did in little space…

Once the film was finished, Loki didn’t let go of her. He never wanted to let go of her, actually. He kept stroking her back and nuzzling into her hair.

But Mia suddenly snapped out of it, realising how she was acting. She struggled to get off his lap, Loki reluctantly let her go.

‘I’m sorry… I…’

‘Whatever for?’ Loki frowned as she moved away from him and sat up on her knees, looking scared.

But she didn’t answer, just looked really scared still. So Loki decided to take a chance.

‘You’re a little, aren’t you?’

Her eyes widened at that, but he noticed her shoulders relax a tiny bit. ‘You… what? How did you…’

‘I will be completely honest here… I came across a Daddy Dom and little relationship online, after having… suspicions. And I felt that you just seemed to fit being a little. So I may have been trying to coax it out of you.’ He said a little sheepishly.

‘Wha… What? Why though? I mean… Are you…’

‘A Daddy?’ Loki finished for her.

She nodded, still keeping a little distance.

Loki smiled. ‘I had never thought about it before, but when I read up on it, I found myself really wanting to be your Daddy.’ He admitted. ‘I seem to fit some of the personality traits and it was very appealing, I must say. Even though I had never thought about it before.’

Mia put her face into her hands and rubbed her face a few times before looking at him again.

‘Are you serious? I mean… I didn’t expect… This.’

Loki reached out and took hold of her hands, so she couldn’t hide her face again.

‘All I am asking, is that you think about it. You are safe with me, Mia. If you want to go into little space with me, you can. And I would love to be able to look after and spoil you.’ He smiled and rubbed the back of her hands.

He was slightly confused as to why she still looked so worried.

‘Have I got this all wrong?’ He asked, frowning. It was his turn to be looking genuinely worried.

‘No… not at all… I… I want this more than anything. From the moment I met you I found you to be… Daddy material.’ She said quietly.

Loki let go of her hands and stroked her cheek gently.

‘So what’s got you so scared, pet?’ He asked quietly.

She looked down and started fiddling with the bottom of her pyjama top. ‘I uhm… There’s something else you should know before you decide if you do want to… Be with me. It wouldn’t be fair not telling you…’

‘What is it?’ He asked, tipping her chin up.

She took a deep breath before answering. ‘I’ve got vaginismus.’

Mia felt like time was stood still as she waited for Loki’s reaction. Expecting him to get up and walk out.  

But to her surprise, there was no change in his facial expressions.

‘Why would that make me not want to be with you?’ Loki asked, confused as he took her hands again.

Now it was Mia’s turn to look confused. ‘Do… Do you know what it is?’

‘I do.’ Loki nodded. ‘It doesn’t change who you are, darling.’

Mia couldn’t help but let out a small sob, surprising Loki. ‘Hey, shhh. It’s ok, come here.’ He pulled her back onto his lap, so she was straddling him with her legs at either side of his thighs, into his embrace. He rocked her back and fore as she buried her face into his neck.

‘I’m sorry… I just… The last guy I dated couldn’t get away fast enough, thinking it was some kind of disease he could catch. And the guy before him who I had been seeing for a while, got fed up that he couldn’t… penetrate me. No matter how much we tried, it was like there was a literal road block down there.’ She said openly, leaning back slightly as Loki cradled the back of her head.

‘Well in that case they don’t deserve you. There is so much more to relationships than penetrative sex. SO much more.’ He wiped her tears off her cheeks with his thumbs and then cupped her face as he leaned in to press his forehead against hers.

‘Not that we would be jumping into anything sexually so soon, but if I may ask, have you been to the doctors about it?’

‘Yeah. It seems to be more psychological than anything else we’ve decided… I uhm, can get one finger in but it took a long time… and I have a small dildo that I try with but it takes a long time to use and I’ve only ever managed twice, often by the time I get to the stage where I might be able to take it, I’m too tired and just give up. It’s like I just can’t relax down there enough, even though I know it doesn’t hurt as such if I am properly ready. But I think I freaked myself out a bit last time I got it in, when I started moving it, it was a little sore and uncomfortable then I struggled getting the damn thing out and really panicked.’ She was blushing hard while explaining to Loki, but she wanted him to know exactly what he was getting into. Or more… what he wouldn’t be getting into, so to say.

‘Well that’s good you’ve made progress yourself, though. You can do it, it can happen, it just takes time… Mia, even if we could never have penetrative sex, that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. I don’t know in this early stage if anything will blossom between us, although I certainly hope it does, but I really want to try, darling.’

Mia felt like crying again in utter relief and happiness. But Loki could tell there was still something niggling.

‘Speak to me, sweetling.’ He whispered, smoothing a hand through her hair.

‘I just… I’ve never had a Daddy before. I’ve always dreamed and fantasised of having one and having kinky fun with him. Being able to just be taken against a wall or bent over the sofa and taken that way. But that can’t happen for me, I don’t even know if normal sex will ever be able to happen for me!’

‘Shhh, calm down. It’s ok.’ Loki soothed. ‘Well, there are ways to help your body accustom to penetration. And even once that happens, while you may never be able to have sudden-little-warning-sex, not many can without some foreplay, there are still ways to make fantasies come true.’ He purred, winking at her.

‘Really?’

‘Of course there is. But you know, there are millions of ways to have kinky fun, for the both of us, without the normal cock into vagina scenario, you know.’ He smirked, making her giggle.

‘Just don’t over think it, don’t worry about something that doesn’t necessarily even need to happen.’

‘But I do want it to happen!’ Mia said quickly.

Loki smiled and trailed his fingers down the side of her face. ‘I know you do. But it will take time, trust and a lot of patience. It won’t be something that can just happen overnight. But if you want that to be your end goal, we can work towards it. Slowly. But just have some fun, is the main thing.’

‘I have done sexual stuff before. And I do enjoy it all, so it’s not like I just don’t want to do anything like that. Because I do. So much.’ She was blushing again.

Loki chuckled and kissed her forehead. ‘Just because you have vaginismus doesn’t mean you can’t love other things to do with sex. Stop worrying.’

She leaned into him again and hid her face against his neck. He slid his hand up and down her back soothingly. ‘I get the feeling rule number one will be not to overthink this.’ He rumbled.

Mia shot back a bit, looking at him with wide eyes. ‘Rules?’ She squeaked.

‘Of course. Why, you didn’t think just because I am new to this you would get out of not having rules, did you?’ He smirked.

Mia’s mouth parted but nothing came out, making Loki chuckle.

‘You did!’ He smirked, sliding his hands under her top and tickling over her back.

She squealed and tried to move away from the tickling but that just made her move closer into Loki’s body, thus trapping her as his fingers tickled down her sides, making her laugh as she squirmed to try and get away.

He stopped and just held her against him, his chin on top of her head. ‘There will be consequences if you break a rule, sweetheart. But we can go over rules another day, once you’ve had time to think it all through.’ He kissed the top of her head as he felt her relaxing into him completely.

Loki had a feeling she wasn’t going to need time to think anything through.

Or he certainly hoped not anyway.

[dailydaydreamings]

Best in the Worst Way, Part 6

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

Please enjoy this next part. I’ll be mia for a bit but I’ll be back very soon ;) — K

“All I’m saying,” you placed both hands on your hips, “is that if we live here, we have our privacy. I never said you couldn’t protect us.”

You both stood on either side of the breakfast bar in your kitchen, a pros and cons list between you of where to live when the babies come. Which had very quickly turned into a fight.

Bucky planted both hands on the counter, grinding his teeth, “And I think it’s a terrible idea. Could you imagine the support system we’d have on the compound when the babies come?”

You roll your eyes, remembering the year you spent sneaking and hiding in Steve’s room. The amount times someone would barge in and you found yourself in the closet was astronomical. No one ever questioned Steve and Bucky in their underwear on the bed though.

“We will have a support system wherever we go, not one Avenger has any concept of boundaries,” you snap. “Tony’s hired my OB-GYN for fuck’s sake.”

Bucky leaned forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “I’m not saying it’s not creepy, but it’s still probably for the best.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Because I’m so ill of health and incapable of taking care of myself.”

For the record, you hadn’t passed out in a week and you’d worked 38 hours (and only four on Saturday). Tony was still pushing you to scale back more. Despite some nausea, you just felt tired.

“No,” he sighed, “because you’re growing two super human babies and no one knows what that means.”

You wave your pen; “Exactly. She might not even know what she’s doing either.”

He groans, dragging a hand over his face.

“Really?” You tighten your grip on your pen.

“You’re making this difficult,” he admits. “Is this how the appointment is going to go tomorrow?”

You debate stabbing him with the pen, “We’re still not living on the compound.”

He throws his hands in the air, “Steve would agree with me.”

He immediately winced at his words.

The phrase was so familiar. It started with what to buy for dinner and where that new painting should be hung in the bedroom. It was said so often, because they did know each other best. It always got an eye roll from you, but you typically give in after that.

Not any more.

You stared him down, jaw clenched.

He got up to say he was sorry and you brushed past him, out the door.

————

You stood on the roof of compound, an unlit cigarette in your fingers. You used to smoke religiously by the end of high school, after university you only smoked on very rare occasions of pure, unrelenting stress.

Now, you had a nearly unbearable craving.

You even took out your lighter and chucked it off the roof. Which left you staring down at this stupid cigarette, wishing you could drink.

You stood there, for over an hour, debating what you were going to say. At which point, a helicopter landed on the roof.

You shoved the cigarette into your purse and crossed your arms over your chest as Steve and Natasha got out.

Steve stopped as soon as he saw you, jeans, no makeup, and your hair in a messy bun. Not like yourself at all.

Natasha patted him on the back and walked towards you. “Feeling ok?” She asked.

“Uh-huh,” you didn’t take your eyes off Steve. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking pissed.

“I’ll come see you tomorrow then,” she said. You might have nodded.

When you were alone, Steve asked, “How did you know when I was getting back?”

You shrugged, “Perk of my job, I know all your schedules. Fury sent me an update a couple hours ago, he always does. If you have a problem with me knowing where you are, I’m sure this can be addressed.”

He stared at you blankly, “I know you’re pissed.”

You bit back your anger. “Speak now Rogers or forever hold your peace.”

He broke your state and looked down, “I never wanted this.”

You nodded, looking down.

“Our relationship was always physical,” he said, “at least it was for me. Just something to help me cope. I loved the two of you for it, but I never wanted it to be more.”

You attempt to blink back tears, more in vain than anything.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “Really I am. Children were never supposed to be part of this.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you spoke the words you had been keeping deep inside, “How do you think I feel Steve? You think I wanted this? My life has always been about school or my career. I thought sleeping with you two would be freeing, but it ended up being a big secret and I ended up being a method for you two to cope. My life has never been about me and suddenly it’s going to be about being a mom.”

Tears now freely fell and you instantly felt like the worst person. Bucky wanted these babies so bad and he was so excited. Every second was about the babies.

But you still had some reservations.

You didn’t want him to know and it felt like you were constantly chocking on your secret.

Steve walked towards you, “It’s not too late then, right?” He grasped your arms, looking down at you hopefully. “Get rid of them and we can go back.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was he really asking your to get an abortion?

It brought you back to the moment you found out you were pregnant. You thought about it so hard and so much you were almost sure you would go through with it.

And then you saw Bucky’s reaction.

You pulled back, “Are you joking?”

“What?”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

He frowned at you.

You ran your hands through your hair, nearly screaming in frustration. “I told you weeks ago that I’m pregnant. The time to talk me out of this would have been then.”

You could just picture it in your mind. Instead of Bucky crying happily and freely, and planning a nursery, Steve would have interjected and told you to get an abortion. Bucky would have shrunk away and wouldn’t have opened his mouth. You probably would have gone through with it.

It would have killed Bucky, and you wouldn’t have even known.

Now, the babies were starting to have names and faces.

You resented them in part, but you were staring to care for them.

You had a choice to make, apparently, between two lovers. One that wanted to keep two babies, and one that wanted no part.

It had always been the three of you, and your world seemed to rapidly becoming smaller.

Steve looked down at you through his beautiful, thick eye lashes and said, “This doesn’t have to be over.”

———

Bucky poured himself a cup of tea, hoping it would calm his nerves.

He wondered where you’d gone, you were so mad. He was fully ready to concede to living at your apartment, if that’s what you wanted.

Though, he had a funny feeling this had nothing to do with the apartment.

He knew you were feeling the effects of Steve leaving on a very personal level and he was to. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t your fault.

It still stung.

It hurt so bad that Steve didn’t want a future with the two of you. Your children. That he could walk away like if had all meant nothing. How could he—

The door burst open and suddenly he was pressed against the counter, your body pressed into his, pulling him in for a searing kiss.

He kissed you back, placing his hand on your waist. You were already shedding your cardigan.

“What’s this about?” he pulled away and you kissed his neck. “Where did you go?”

You pulled back, tossing off your tank top and slowly unbuttoning your jeans. “Steve‘s made his choice. I’m making mine. I want you and these kids and everything that goes with it.”

That was enough. He picked you up with one arm to carry you to the bedroom.

The fights didn’t matter anymore. Everything after your discussion with Steve seemed to be irrelevant.

You could do this. The couple thing. The kids. You could do it without Steve, you convinced yourself.

Over and over again.

Even when Bucky threw you on the bed, kneeled between your legs, and made love to you with his tongue.

Even when Bucky held you in his arms and fucked you hard into the mattress, making your toes curl and your voice go hoarse.

Even when he flipped you into your stomach a couple hours later and teased you until you were crying before giving you want you needed.

Even when you woke up in the morning to featherlight kisses on your neck, shoulders, breasts, that made your insides tingle. Only to start round three.

You just kept thinking to yourself, You could do this. The couple thing. The kids. You could do it without Steve.

———

“Come in,” you called out.

Natasha stepped into your office, looking distant and guarded.

You tried to keep a pleasant expression on your face as you shut your laptop. You automatically grabbed a pen and started fidgeting.

“I was hoping you’d stop by,” you smiled, “I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

She held up a hand, “Don’t worry about it. I was hoping you could do something for me actually.”

You nodded, cautiously.

She sat down across from you, “Tony has me booked for a press conference next week, can you cancel it but don’t make it obvious I don’t want to go?”

You chuckled, writing that down. “Of course.”

“I also want to visit that women’s shelter I volunteered at last month. Can you get in touch with them for me?”

“Absolutely.”

“One more thing, can you book one of the conference rooms for me. The big one, but have all the tables and chairs removed?”

You nodded, making another note, “For when and what?”

“Let’s say five-ish months from now. For your baby shower.”

You slammed the pen down on your desk, “You know too?”

She leaned back, nodding smugly, “Bucky shouted it to the world when he and Steve got into a brawl.”

You dropped your head into your hands. “Jesus Christ.”

She shrugged, “No one else knows. Are you okay?”

You pursed your lips, looking down at your hands. “I think that’s the first time anyone has asked me that. I’m okay though. My relationships are in shambles and one of my boys wants me to get an abortion and the other is over the moon about these kids, but I’m fine.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Steve wants you to get an abortion?”

You nodded.

She pursed her lips, “I don’t know. He was so heartbroken after his fight with Bucky. I wouldn’t give up on him just yet.”

You fought back tears, you didn’t want to think about what that meant.

“Natasha,” you said hoarsely. “Please, do not give me hope. He made it so clear last night he wants no part in this. I don’t think he’ll be coming back anytime soon.”

Before she could say anything, a knock came at the door. Bucky popped his head in, “You ready babe?”

Natasha asked, “Ready for what?”

You wiped a tear from your face as you stood. “Tony hired me an OBGYN. She’s going to check up on the babies.”

Natasha smiled, “Keep me posted. Congrats.”

———

Steve’s fist made contact with a punching bag. And then again. And again.

Last night, after your talk, you left after he begged you to get an abortion. Without a word.

He didn’t need to hear you say it to know where that left the two of you.

You chose your children.

He couldn’t blame you for that. You’d make an excellent mother. The kids were lucky to have you.

It just sucked he couldn’t have you too.

It sucked that he and Bucky would never be as close again. That the three of you were giving up your life together, your love.

It all just sucked because he loved you too more than anything in the world.

But Peggy.

He was so ready for her life and her children, he swore it all off after she told him to leave. What was the point of it all if he couldn’t have it with her?

He punched the bag so hard he thought his hand was bleeding.

But what now?

Was he really giving up the best relationship he ever had because of the past?

Could he get over this resentment and be a father? For the three of you?

For Peggy any day. But he hadn’t allowed himself to think about his true feelings for you and Bucky.

He was vaguely aware of his phone ringing. It might not have been the first time it had gone off.

He punched the bag again and let it go to voicemail.

Fuck, the more he thought about it the more he could picture it all in his head. Since you told him you were pregnant, he’d shut it all out and hadn’t given it a second thought. But after last night...

His phone rang again.

He steadied the bag and picked up his phone. Natasha.

“Hey,” he answered.

“Where the hell have you been,” she demanded.

He frowned, “I’m at the gym. Wasn’t checking my phone.”

“Well, get your ass to the medbay,” she said urgently. “There’s something wrong with y/n. Now!”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He didn’t think, he just ran. He sprinted through the halls, taking stairs two at a time until he got there.

———

“This is your first pregnancy?” Dr Laurence asked. She was a firm, young looking woman with brilliant red hair and amazing skin. You were immediately envious.

You nodded.

“Have you ever passed out before?”

“No.”

She turned to Bucky, “Do you or the other potential father have any children?”

He shook his head.

She finished taking notes and clicked her pen a few times, “I’m very, very curious about two things. How their genes are going to affect the pregnancy and the babies. And also, the paternity.”

You jumped right on that, “We don’t want to worry about the paternity. The other, um potential father, isn’t in the picture anymore.”

She nodded sternly, looking over her glasses at you, “I’d wager it had a far greater impact than you realize, dear. Their DNA from what I have seen is extremely different. It will impact the children differently. You’ll want to know this for their development.”

She made you feel so small, but you still said, “Then we’ll wait until they’re born.”

Bucky placed a hand on your shoulder in support. You sqeezed it tightly.

“Bruce also mentioned you asked about the possibility of the babies having different fathers.”

You opened your mouth to interject why you thought it was a possibility, but she went on, “It’s not an impossibility. As far as I know, it’s becoming more common but it is so understudied. Super soldier sperm may even have an impact on conception. I would love to study all that I can...”

“No.”Bucky growled. “You’re not looking at my sperm or studying my children.”

You placed a hand on his. You knew it was a touchy subject.

The doctor nodded solemnly, “Whatever you say. Let’s focus on keeping mom and babies healthy, shall we?”

You smiled and nodded. Bucky relaxed beside you.

“Wonderful,” she smiled. “Let’s start with an ultrasound.”

A few moments later, you were laid back, staring at the monitor. She pointed, “That is baby number one and that is baby number two.”

You smiled looking up at Bucky, who was shamelessly crying. “They’re starting to look like people, aren’t they?”

He laughed, kissing your forehead. “Thank you.”

You wiped a tear and looked back at the screen.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” The doctor asked.

You nodded, gripping Bucky’s hand tighter.

The door burst open. Steve was standing there, his breathing erratic, looking panicked.

“What’s wrong?!” He shouted.

Bucky stepped in front of you, “Nothing. What the hell Steve?”

“I—” he frowned.

Two heartbeats filled the room. Steve looked past Bucky at the monitor and the strangest thing happened.

He started to cry.

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[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 188 - Them and Us

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…. 

MASTERLIST

Chapter 188 - Them and Us

[We return to the aftermath of the confrontation with Rick...]

Blake chanced a glance up at Negan as their pair walked down the darkened Sanctuary hallway hand-in-hand.

She could tell that Negan was still seething about what had happened.

Truthfully this whole thing had been a mess. A waste of time.

But that was not the fault of her and Negan now, but the fault of Rick Grimes and his inability to listen to anyone but himself.

What the brown-haired man had said to her, what he had said to them both out there in that lot, in whatever context he had meant it in, had been unforgivable.

And Blake truly realised now how foolish she had been, in thinking Rick and his people could change for the better. That they could all live happy, as one, with a future together.

The truth however was that Negan had been right all along. The Saviours were on their own, and if they needed to survive, they needed to keep assholes like Rick and his people on a leash.

And if they didn't listen, if they tried to fight, tried to shoot, try to put a bullet into Blake or Mia or Negan again, then punishment would come swiftly and painfully.

For Blake could see now, that those people back there in Alexandria, they had never really cared about her.

And Rick had even said it himself, she had never been one of them, she had always been a Saviour.

But Blake knew now that that wasn't just what she was. JUST a Saviour.

But instead she was so much more

She was these days, as much of a leader as Negan. Respected, loved, protected.

And it was Negan and the Saviours who had saved her from a life of misery and pain, showing her love and affection when she had needed it most. Proving to her that she was worth more than just being the fiancee of an abusive man. That she was stronger than that. A fighter. A survivor.

Blake gazed up at Negan now, who had his jaw clenched hard, his dark eyes fixed on a spot ahead of them in the corridor.

She gave his hand a squeeze, opening her mouth to speak, when a voice suddenly rang through the hallway behind them and heavy footsteps could be heard approaching.

"Boss?" came a questioning voice, and both Negan and Blake stopped in their tracks and turned to see Simon marching towards them, Lucille in his hand.

Negan didn't say anything, merely staring hard at his right-hand man, chin lifted intimidatingly.

"Laura's just leaving," he said holding out Lucille towards Negan, and offering him a frustrated and questioning look, brow furrowed. "But Boss, surely we're not gonna just let him go? Grimes? The way he tore in here…. I mean, he needs to be punished. They all do. We need to be seen to be doing something. "

Blake frowned, parting her lips.

"They're going, Simon," she said with a shake of her head. "Can't we just leave it, for tonight anyway?"

But Simon didn't even look at her, not even acknowledging that she had spoken, cutting across her as she finished up her sentence, speaking only to Negan now.

Blake instantly pursed her lips together.

"If we let Grimes go without punishing him in some way, you know how its gonna go down," continued Simon. "The next time they try something against us, we might not be so prepared..."

Suddenly Negan reached out, his fingers wrapping around Lucille's smooth handle, as he took a step into Simon intimidatingly, lip curling with distaste.

"You REALLY tellin' me how I should be runnin' this shit, Si?" came Negan's voice, low and threatening, like a wolf now, with black eyes and a fixed stare.

Simon at once visibly bristled, blinking several times.

"No...I was just-"

But Negan cut over him before he could finish.

"I made a fuckin' decision, an' no-one, an' I mean no-one, gets to question that decision. We clear?" Negan uttered in a deadly voice. "Not you. Not Dwight. Not anyone."

Negan leant his face into Simon's, a grimace curving its way onto his mouth.

"An' if I think for one second that you're backslidin again, Simon-"

But Simon spoke before Negan could finish with a flicker of something that resembled fear crossing his face for a second or two.

"N-No...not backsliding," he confirmed, fixing a polite but unbelievable smile onto his face. "S-Sorry, Boss."

And with that, Negan snatched Lucille from his hand, allowing Simon to turn and walk away from the pair of them, disappearing out of sight in the shadows of the dark hallway.

Blake swallowed, chancing another glance up at Negan, but this time she didn't make to speak.

In fact neither of them saying a word until they reached the safe confines of their bedroom, where Negan locked the door behind the with a snap.

Blake was stood in the middle of the room but had turned back to face him, just as to her shock and fright, the dark-haired Saviour let out a loud roar of anger, flinging his prized baseball bat across the room, where it hit the wall opposite with a thud, denting the plasterwork.

Blake stared up at him wide-eyed and worried, taking a couple of steps backwards looking fearful.

In that moment she had been taken back to David's anger, David's rage.

But Negan, breathing hard, his chest heaving finally looked looked over at her…

...and saw the fear in her green and frightened eyes.

He steadied himself, visibly softening in front of her, his own eyes suddenly full of regret.

"I'm sorry, Peaches," he said, his voice low, as he gave a shake of his head, walking toward her and closing the gap between them. "C'mere…"

And with that, cupping the back of her head, he tugged her into him, holding her close.

Blake breathed again, relaxing into him, taking in his scent.

She understood how he must be feeling.

And how all this was because of her. Because of what she'd led them to.

They stayed like that for a moment or two before Blake pulled away looking up at him, tilting her head to the side.

"This was all my fault," she said in a sad voice. "I should never have brought them here, I should never have tried to convince you..."

But Negan stroked his large hand down her cheek.

"This ain't on you, Darlin'," he said with a small frown.

Blake lifted her hand and placed it onto his.

"Maybe. But I wasn't lying when I said I was done with them, Negan. I am. All of them. From now on, we look out for number one. For our family. For the Saviours. And if anyone gets in our way, then we fight for what's ours. No more trying to be nice. We make this a better world for us and us alone."

And she meant that.

Rick didn't give a shit about her, so why should she give a shit about him?

They had tried, and ultimately realised that some people aren't worth saving.

"It's them and us now," she finished, repeating her words from the lot.

Negan stared at her for a long moment.

"You're right, Peaches. The Saviours are done trying with those sorry sons of bitches," Negan said with an anger simmering in his voice. But this time he didn't let it bubble to the surface, instead letting out a long breath and brushing his hand down Blake's cheek affectionately once more.

"Shit, I need ta' get some sleep," he said finally pulling back from her and dragging his free hand down his face, pinching the bride of his nose and squeezing both eyes shut.

Blake nodded back, running a hand over her neck and tilting her face up towards the ceiling, stretching out her stiff shoulders..

"Yeah, let's go to bed," she said soothingly, padding around the large four poster to their left and peeling off her sweater. "But not until you've taken care of your hands first."

She nodded to the grazes across his bloodied knuckles.

Negan gave a small huff, but nodded back in agreement.

"Shit…" he murmured. "Alright…"

And with that he disappeared off into the bathroom for a minute or two, allowing Blake time to slip out of her jeans, pulling one of Negan's t-shirts back over head head to sleep in.

He entered the room again, just as Blake was lifting off the bedcovers, making to slip inside, but she paused looking up at him, seeing him stood now, at the foot of the bed, staring back at her with an odd sort of expression etched onto his long, bearded features.

"What?" she asked gently.

But Negan hovered there for a long second before saying anything.

"Them and us," he repeated now, blinking his dark eyes slowly. "For good."

And Blake, determinedly, and with the air of a utter queen, stared back at Negan, lifting her chin.

She nodded.

"For good..."

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"Did you see him?! Lettin' Grimes walk on out of here. Pussy-footin' around the guy, yet again? And why? All because his damn woman tells him to."

Simon's ranting filled the rec room as he paced back and forth across the shiny concrete floor.

Dwight and a couple of other men that were present, stared up at him, none of them wanting to say a word against their leader, and yet all of them wondering whether or not the other agreed with Simon on this.

"Well this can't go on," said Simon with a shake of his head, placing one hand to his hip and with the other he jabbed a finger down towards the ground. "Negan is gonna run this place into the ground, and people like Grimes will end up just takin' over. And what will happen to the rest of us then, huh? We all can imagine, right?"

Again the men sitting all around still remained silent at this.

"Well we need to stop that shit before it happens, grab those assholes by the balls and show them who's, Boss. Because if Negan can't do that anymore , then I guess we'll have to step up. We'll have to show Grimes and his damn son that he can't just march in here and throw his weight around. We have to show them that we are a force. That we are the Saviours, and that we're bigger than just one man with a baseball bat."

Dwight peered up at Simon, hands clasped between his knees.

"So what are you proposing?" her asked in a low, almost nervous voice now, as a grin curved its way onto Simon's lips.

"Well it's gonna take us time, and more than the goddamn four of us that's for sure," the mustachioed man said in a hushed tone. "But boys…"

And with that, his eyes sparkled with glee.

"...I say we overthrow the fucking King."

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[bubblepuddles]

Confession (Eggsy x reader fanfiction)

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

Your phone buzzed and lit up, catching your attention. You glanced at the clock, 10:58 PM. And although for some, the night was still young, you, who could certainly count the number of true friends she had with one hand, wondered about who would want something from you at that hour. Shifting your attention from the unfinished work on your computer, you pressed the button on your phone which screen had now dimmed to black.

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

Eggsy, the contact read. Gary, or Eggsy, Unwin had been your friend for years, even if you don’t count the years he’s been MIA from your life. You’ve been with him before he lost his way, before the stolen cars, before his stepfather’s abuse. You were one of the people who stood by him, letting him cry his frustrations out and also one of the few who stayed when he suddenly disappeared after a huge dispute between him and his abusive stepfather. You were never really angry at him (although the thought did cross your mind a couple of times) for leaving without a word, as you thought you didn’t need him as much as he needed you. You also reassured yourself that he would come back, as that’s just the type of person he was. And true enough, one summer morning, there was a knock on your door, a lad with a charming smile on your porch, and a bouquet of lovely carnations on his arm. Instantly, you forgot how deep inside, you almost wanted to not forgive him.

“Are you drunk?” You replied, knowing it was out of character for him to text you something in that nature, and also knowing that his favorite princess recently just got engaged to an equally charming prince. Although Eggsy and Princess Tilde never met again after spending the night together, you had a feeling that deep inside, he always longed for her to come looking for him. “She isn’t worth it, Eggsy.”

“Haha, it’s nothing serious, love. :)” 

Maybe it was just a British thing but he seems to like calling you a number of seemingly affectionate pet names which you really don’t know how to react to or much less to deal with, not being British by blood yourself. At this point, though, you were used to your heart jumping a little bit whenever he calls you by anything aside from your name or whenever he throws his arms over your shoulders.

“Don’t be out too late. Michelle will worry.”

“Tell me something you’ve always wanted to tell me.”

You tapped your nails on the table. Seems like you can’t get away without giving him an answer. You contemplated on what to say as you glanced at the clock. 11:11 PM. You sighed deeply and began typing.

“I can’t remember how many times I caught myself staring at my digital clock, waiting for 11:11 just to be able to wish for you.”

Your thumb hovered over the send button for a solid minute before you grew big enough balls to hit send. You glanced at the clock once more, 11:13 PM. You rocked yourself on your chair in an effort to calm your nerves. When it didn’t work, you got up and started pacing. ‘Oh god, that was totally a confession. Why did I write that? I could’ve said something totally platonic instead!’  You mentally cursed yourself for finally being unable to contain your romantic feelings from your friend. It’s true, you’ve liked him for quite a while now. He used to be just a happy crush whose presence you appreciated, but recently, you discovered that it may be more than that. When did it start, you wonder? Maybe ever since he showed up on your porch in a pressed suit with that goddamn grin and those gorgeous flowers. He just looked so goddamn handsome, and having known him for quite some time already, his getup caught you off-guard. He never really wore proper clothes like that and he just cleaned up so goddamn well. You stayed in love with him even after he told you about all of his escapades while you two sat on the porch on that same day, the wildest one (in his opinion) being the time he fucked Tilde in the ass. Of course, that part broke your heart a little, but he just looked so fucking proud of himself that you started to feel proud of him too. After all, it seemed like his life was finally turning around. A job, a house, and a maybe-girlfriend. You honestly couldn’t possibly be any happier for him. When you still haven’t heard your ringtone, you glanced at the clock once more. 11:15 PM. Really? It seemed as if eons had already passed.

Tired both physically and emotionally, you lied down on your bed and closed your eyes. You almost didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep if you hadn’t been woken up by the sound of rocks pelting your window. “What the–?” you glanced at your clock once more. 1:24 AM.

You groggily trudged your way to your window, cracked it open and peered outside, looking for the perpetrator, only to come face to face with your longtime crush.

“What the? Were you sleeping?” He accused, glancing at your messy bed. “How can you sleep at such a crucial time? That’s just fucking cruel!” He complained, making himself welcome, slumping one leg over your window.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, confused and still a bit groggy. “Is this a dream..?”

You could see with the way he turned, the way his eyebrows furrowed and with the way his lips contorted that he was about to snap at you. Instead, though, he took one look at your sleepy face and his features softened, his mouth fighting back a smile. “I assume you haven’t read my texts?”

You shook your head. “Go on, then,” He sighed, slumping himself on your windowsill.

You stared at him for a moment, he still looked gorgeous even when he’s out of that suit you loved so much. He was massaging a sore spot on his shoulder while trying to fight back a yawn, though ultimately failing in the end.

You walked over your desk and pressed the button on your phone. Six messages, three missed calls. All of them were from Eggsy. You read the messages one by one.

“…is that a confession?” 11:24 PM.

“Love, was that a confession?” 11:29 PM.

Missed a call from Eggsy. 11:32 PM.

“(Y/N?) Please, doll, explain what your text meant.” 11:53 PM.

“Sweet, I’m too drunk for this. Please don’t make me beg too much.” 12:13 AM. ‘Kudos to him for maintaining proper spelling.’ You thought.

Missed a call from Eggsy. 12:19 AM.

“That’s it, I’m coming over. Are your parents home?” 12:48 AM.

“My friend’s driving, he didn’t drink. Don’t worry” 12:50 AM.

Missed a call from Eggsy. 1:18 AM.

You glanced up from your phone to Eggsy, who was now leaning forward, resting his arms on his knees while intently staring at you. Not knowing how to break the ice, you waited for him to speak. Eggsy, however, didn’t appreciate your silence, resting his back on your pillows once more while shutting his eyes and rubbing his forehead. “Darling, if that was a love confession and the reason why you’re still mute is because you���re still unsure about how I feel for you, then honestly, you’d be unbelievably oblivious.” He said with a frustrated sigh, leaning forward again, his eyes piercing your own pair once more. “Why the hell do you think was I so frantic if I didn’t like you back..?” He asked, his last few words almost a whisper.

Your eyes widened a bit, still quite unsure of what he said. Did he just say he liked you? His head hung low and his hands went to the back of his neck after getting things off his chest, almost as if he realized too late that what he said was embarrassing. Inhaling sharply, you made your way closer to the boy, while he stared at the floor, unaware of what you were doing. You kneeled in front of him, startling him a little, his face now only inches apart from yours. You placed your hands on his knees and you almost thought he wasn’t as nervous as you were because he never broke eye contact but his sudden gulp gave his façade away.

“I like you, Eggsy. Maybe love, even.” You mumbled, staring at his lips for a moment before taking them into yours, kissing him softly. You closed your eyes and felt Eggsy reciprocate almost instantly, inhaling sharply while his own lips kissed yours with urgency, both his hands cupping your face. He tasted mildly of beer, but you didn’t mind. His lips were finally on yours and it just felt so goddamn right that you thought nothing could ruin that moment. Without breaking the kiss, he gently lifted you up and sat you on his lap, his hands finding their way to your waist. Yours were now over his shoulders, pulling him as close as you can to your body. Not long after, the two of you were breathless and were forced to pull away. You stared at Eggsy, who stared back at you with a flushed face. You wondered whether it was the beer.

“I-I…”

“I know, Eggsy.” You cut him off, your right hand touching the back of his neck to bring his face closer to yours once more, already missing the sensation of his lips. You heard him grunt slightly, his own kisses turning slightly more aggressive over time. He picked you up and placed you on your bed, supporting his own body with his arms on your sides doing all this without breaking any contact between the two of you. When you two finally did, he was breathless, slightly sweaty and his face was redder than before.

“I love you. Be my girlfriend.”

You bit your lower lip, you saw it coming but hearing him say the words felt way better than simply reading between the lines. You gave him a nod as you found yourself unable to speak. Eggsy grinned at you, lowering his face to your neck and giving you gentle kisses.

“Good girl.”

The two of you laid side by side while holding hands after finally getting tired of eating the other’s face out. It was past three in the morning but the both of you were still awake, staring at the ceiling. You shifted your position to face him, his arm now wrapped protectively in yours while you kissed his shoulder lightly.

“Babe, my lips are right here.” He teased, looking at you sleepily before closing his eyes, waiting for your touch.

You raised yourself a little and gave his lips a small lick, whispering into them, “My parents aren’t home… sleep over.”

His eyes were suddenly wide open, surprised both by the sudden wetness on his lips and by your suggestion. When he looked at you, however, you had your eyes closed, sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. He smiled to himself, adjusting his position so he can wrap an arm around you. He licked his lips before closing his eyes, clicking his tongue and grinning to himself, thinking you may have the tendency to fall asleep on him during the most crucial times and that he may have to get used to it if he plans to stay for long.

“So unbelievably cruel.”

Author’s note: Hello people, this is my first tumblr post. I actually wasn’t sure where I should post this, but I figured maybe this would be a good way for me to start up this account. Not entirely sure whether I’d be posting more content like this or if I’ll just end up abandoning this account (like many others) but hopefully the former rather than the latter. Please feel free to leave comments and requests (regarding a sequel, for example) and I’ll see what I can do about them. Thanks for reading! P.S.: This will also be posted on my new Quotev account, in case tumblr becomes a total flop.

[gotbangvixx]

BTS when they come home to a moaning girlfriend

Seokjin

Seokjin came home really late that day, already expecting you to be in bed when he started getting ready for it. What he didn’t expect to hear means from the bedroom. He got to the bedroom really confused, he knew you weren’t cheating on you cause a) you didn’t have it in you and yoiu guys had an honesty police in place, plus you knew he would be home around this time, and you weren’t stupid enough to cheat on him when you kne whe were almost there! When he opened the door, what he was meet with was a lot less sexy than expected, instead it was you lying in foster position hold you stomach in pain.

“oh god are you okay?” “No my menstrual pains are trying to kill me.”

Yoongi

Let’s be real here. This boy does not know how to stop working we all know this. So when he does come home he basically zombie Yoongi and if he hears anything it really doesn’t register until like 5 mins after he heard it. So as he is walking through the door he absently notes that a loud moan echos through house and recognizes it as your voice. But it wasn’t until he almost reaches the bedroom door it actually processes in his brain. He stops where he is standing and listens through the door and sure enough he hears you moaning again. With his trademark smirk on his face he opens the door to find you... doing squats? What the hell? The confusion was clear on his face as he watched you moving up and down and giving a pitiful sound resembling a moan but was more pitiful than sexy. This was clearly not what he was expecting.

“Uh babe. Why the hell are you doing squats... and why does it sound like it hurts?!”

Hoseok

He had been out grocery shopping when he came home arms full of bags. He was humming out Mamma Mia by K.A.R.A and totally did not hear you. He was mid dance/putting up the food in cabinet and the refrigerator when he finally heard it.  A moan. We all know our Hobi as the happy sunshine mood maker of the group but there are times when he is not his confident self. Normally this when he feels like he didn’t do his best on a dance rehearsal or if he feels like he has let the group down somehow. Or when it comes to you. He loves you so much and you are so perfect and amazing that he genuinely worries that someone who actually deserves you will come and sweep you off your feet. So with a heavy heart he walks down the hall to your shared bedroom. He can hear more moans coming quicker and louder. With any warning he opened the door prepared for the worst... Which is not what he saw. In stead you were cross legged on the bed fully dressed typing away at your computer while your phone was playing a porno. What the fuck? Turns out you were writing a sex scene in your book and you needed to see some visuals to get the scene write. 

“Well this is not what was I was expecting...”

Namjoon

So we all know that Namjoon is a slight pervert, when he came over to visit you much earlier than planned and heard your moans from your bedroom his mind would instantly go to ‘time to get frisky!’ thinking that you were having some fun without him, he had it all planned out in his head! He would be really sauve about it, with a cheeky smile and witty and sexy comment blow you away, but instead when he opened the door witty comment on his lips what he saw was very different, you half behind your bed trying to push it out, which was a lost battle cause you had needed 3 friends to even get it on the right spot!

“What are you doing?!” “My hair tie fell behind the bed and it is the only one I have left!”

Jimin

Like Hoseok, Jimin has his low days. He has struggled with his self image for most of the time you knew him. He has been working on keeping the toxic thoughts pushed down and with your help he has been successful. Yet there are days when he just is not having a good day. Today was one of those day. So as he walked home from the gym he knew that all he needed was to be in your arms so you can tell him how amazing he is. Unlike Hoseok however he has complete and utter faith in your relationship just by the sheer amount of things you two had gone through. So when he walks in through the door and dropping his gym bag in the entry and he hears the moan? Well his mind goes straight to in appropriate thoughts. He toes off his shoes and nearly runs to the bedroom when he suddenly realizes that... you were not home. He listens again and recognizes the moaning. With a angry jerk he throws the door open so hard it bounces a little. There is Taehyung and his girlfriend having sex. On his and yours bed. 

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME KIM TAEHYUNG?!”

Ignore the smile in the gif if you can it was more of the wide “I am going to kill you” eyes that I was going for...

Taehyung

Visions of you in lacy undergarments filled his mind when he walked through the door after voice practice. He had been thinking about you all day and it didn’t help that you told you had a surprise for him when he got home. He was especially worked up and at the very moment you walked into the hallway and heard you moan he hand to physically restrain himself from running into the bedroom and pouncing on you. But you deserved to be wined and dined and wined and dined you will get. He was already planning out the rest of the evening in his head (after a couple of rounds of sex of course) but as entered in the bedroom the predatory smile on his face fell instantly. Why you ask? Because when he walked in he saw you on the floor gripping your ankle and let out another moan that sounded painful. Now that he thinks about it the moans he heard before were  not your normal “happy” sounds. He sigh and kneels beside you carefully feeling along your ankle. He should of known you were going to hurt yourself somehow. You are a walking accident especially in the 3 inch stiletto heels you were wearing with the lacy teddy nightgown. At least you two were on the same brain path before you nearly broke an ankle.

“How many times are going to nearly snap your neck before you realize that these damn heels are not worth it, Jagi.” 

Jungkook

Jungkook wanted to surprise you since you didn’t even know he was back in Korea! He was so looking forward to it, but when he got into your apartment he heard your moans he couldn’t stop himself from grinning! He would never think that you were cheating on him, masturbation was a normal and healthy thing to do even if you were in a relationship, he stood outside of your day just listening for a second, feeling how his pants were getting tighter with the thought of what was going on behind the door. He was thinking over all the things you could be doing, were you using a toy? Would you moan out his name, but then your moans turned a lot more painful and he got worried at his more or less broke open the door, to see you on your toes trying to reaching your spare ps4 controller you were keeping in a box above your bed. Awww... Here he was getting ready for smexxy time.

“I feel cock blocked.” “What? Jungkook what are you doing home!? Why do you look so sad?”

Authors note: This was a combined effort from both of us! Hope you enjoyed!

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