Tiktok Trouble Pt 2- Jake Seresin

Tiktok Trouble Pt 2- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SEE MORE 

Word Count: 2253

Warnings: Allusions to smexy times

Description: You love pranking your husband, and tiktok loves it too

Authors Plea: Hey guys! I love likes and reblogs and I thank you all so so much. BUT I LIVE FOR COMMENTS! I really enjoy when you guys tell me what you like and dislike and what you want to see more of, so I beg for more comments. LOVE YOU ALL!

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Loved it!

Imagine coming back to town with a fiancé that no one really approves of- not your friends, not your ex, and sometimes even you find yourself doubting the relationship.

Prompt courtesy of Anonymous who said: Hey! May I request an Enzo St. John imagine in which the reader and Enzo broke up because the burdens that surrounded him were far too much to handle- but when she comes back to mystic falls with her rich hot shot boyfriend, Enzo isn’t happy. He manages to win her back & promises that life will be smoother for them from there on <33

Enzo X Reader

Returning to Mystic Falls is.. bittersweet.

It’s your hometown and it’s where a lot of your firsts had taken place. But life in the picturesque town was quickly soured, and you and your friends were let in on the horrible secret of monsters existing. And while some of these monsters were actually pretty decent folks, there were others who took joy in the kill.

You and the Scooby Gang, as Damon had dubbed you and your friends, quickly adapted to living life alongside supernatural beings. It was a dangerous life to lead, but you couldn’t exactly shun Bonnie for being a witch or Caroline who had been turned into a vampire against her will. You didn’t really care for Tyler, but the werewolf and you shared more than a few friends and the Salvatore brothers became people you found yourself not being able to drop completely.

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Oh dang Shit about to go down

Ties That Bind 7

Pairing: MC!Bucky Barnes x Clint’s Twin Sister!Reader

Warning: Oh theeeeee language, sass, banter, violence, sexual puns, loss, abuse mentioned, possessive male characters, criminal activity, defiant females.

At the age of six, Bucky gave me a valentine’s day card, with a sloppy heart and BB scribbled inside.

At ten, he gave me a kiss on the cheek after wailing on Clint for pulling my hair.

At twelve, he pissed me off, staking claim on me in front of the others.

At fifteen, we had our first break up.

At eighteen, we graduated high school and got married.

At twenty one, everything changed.

Two years later, he’s dragging me home… to face the table and all I ran out on.

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Love it!! So beautifully written!!!

Love Has a Learning Curve: Part I (x reader insert)

Summary: Our favorite couple has some catching up to do.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (or xOC)

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings/Includes: descriptions of Mexico and prison; they have a sleepover, but it’s just talking and sleeping 🥰

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: Here we go!!!!! We’re picking up from right where we left off in tmsidk part X.

Song Rec: The Luckiest by Ben Folds

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“Do you— would you want to— come upstairs?” he asked.

Spencer stood in front of her, unsure of what to do with his hands. Y/N was absolutely radiant— bathed in the very last of the golden daylight and more beautiful than he even remembered. All he wanted to do was hug her again and never let go.

She shook her head, and he tried not to instantly deflate. “I have to feed Roald.” She smiled a little at him and restarted his heart. “But would you want to come over? We could order somethi—”

“Yes— yes.” She let out a quiet laugh at his eagerness, and he wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of his life. “Can I— I just want to drop this stuff off and change, and then I’ll, um.” He gestured vaguely to her. “Should I drive you or do you want to walk or I can just— meet you? Whatever— whatever you want.”

“I’m gonna head back now and take care of Roald. Take your time, and just— well, here.” She held out her hand. “I’ll put my number in your phone, and you can just text me when you’re on your way.”

He fumbled the phone out of his pocket, placed it into her outstretched hand, and nearly vibrated with the way her fingers brushed over his. She stared at the unsophisticated phone in her hand. “You weren’t kidding about the technology thing, huh?”

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Can’t Sleep? || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

You’ve had insomnia for about two years now, and every January it would get a lot worse than it usually would be.

It was 02:33 in the morning when you had woken up yet again the same night twice in a row. You had gotten up at 01:10 earlier, but didn’t want to wake up your loving of a husband, Bradley.

So of course, usually when it gets this bad you had found out that a cup of hot chocolate puts you to sleep easier. You shifted the bed slowly, before taking his arm off of your waist super slowly.

Tip-toeing to the kitchen, you turned on the light and grabbed the ingredients to make. After placing the ingredients, which you slowly did to not wake up the bear in your shared room, you had opened up the microwave and winced as soon as you pounced in the buttons to heat it up. “Shhh,” you told no one in particular. To you, it felt like the microwave was the loudest thing in the world, and Bradley is a slight easy person to wake up.

Bradley Bradshaw had slowly opened his eyes as he smelt a very, nice warm feeling in the air. “Honey?” He croaked out, turning to his right but to see nobody there. He hummed. He knew she was awake up at 1 in the morning, but he didn’t know that she had gotten up the second time.

He knew he had work in the morning at eight, but he didn’t care as long as he knew that your mental was okay, and that you overall were okay as well. So he got up, like a loving husband he is, and walked straight to the kitchen and lingered on the side beam wall. He smiled softly as you blew onto the hot chocolate you made, trying to cool it down.

Sipping on your hot chocolate, you let out a nice sigh of relief you’ve been holding in. “Nightmares?” Bradley finally spoke, making you jump ever so lightly and holding onto the cup a bit more tightly. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered as you slowly walked up to him. “You didn’t.” He assured you.

“I’m just worried about my wife, you’ve woken up twice so far.” He kissed the side of your head, his hands finding a way to hold your waist loosely. “You don’t gotta worry about me, roo.” You spoke. “I’m fine,” he tsked. “That’s a lie baby we both know that. Tell me, what happened in this dream?” He asked.

You hummed, and began to tell your story. It had lasted for one hour, and your hot chocolate was already empty. You were so tired by the end of the story, you fell ever so slightly asleep. Bradley picked carefully placed you comfortably on the couch, ready to put every single ingredient back in where they belong and cleaned the cup.

Then, Bradley walked up to the living room and grabbed you bridal style, careful not to wake you up again for the third time. He smiled softly as you curled into his figure as he walked back into the room. He covered you up with the covers, and got into bed himself, spooning you. “Love you,” he whispered and closed his eyes.

Omg this was so great!!! I loved it soo much!!

cosy cafe ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: “could i ask for a fem!reader x spencer where they meet at the coffee shop or cafe?? whether the reader is a customer or works there is totally up to you but i just love reading meet cute fluff and you’re one of the best writers for fluff that ik🥺” 6k (im so sorry)

warnings: swearing, reader gets cuts by glass, blood, mention of patting spencer reid’s genitals dry

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Under the counter, fiddling with some pipes that should really be seen by a professional, you try not wriggle in pain when your co-worker kicks you with her boots.

“He’s here!” She hisses, bending at the waist to spit at you in a panic before standing upright again. You’re still wincing, holding where she hit.

She’s bumbling above you, fixing her hair. You hear the distinct sound of her wet tongue clicking in her mouth as she checks her teeth for any food stuck between them.

You know who’s at the counter before he even speaks. You’re paralysed under the sink, cursing that his schedule means he doesn’t have a set time he visits despite being a regular customer. Now you’re stuck, cramped in the gross and dingy underbelly of the surface Autumn is about to use (to make his favourite drink – coffee with the café’s special syrup that is way too sweet for even some children), all because you refuse to face the person you humiliated yourself in front of the first time you saw him.

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