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[five-bi-five-mind]

"I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" jj is talking to kate who says that^^^. (Meaning jj thinks she may be in love with reader.)

Deal With It

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut & fluff

Words: 4.1k+

Summary: JJ sees you flirting with someone else and she makes a plan. Little did she know you had one yourself.

Warnings: Jealous JJ, top!JJ, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), lots of overstimulation, kind of rough sex, semi-public spicy moment…

A/N: a little late but happy pride 🌈 here’s a lil something to celebrate. Also slightly different than what the prompt called for but… I think y’all will like it either way.

“You’re holding onto that drink tight, huh?” Kate came up behind JJ. “Afraid it’ll disappear?” JJ looked down at the drink in her hand, noticing her knuckles had turned white from her grip. She just couldn’t help it. It was either that or she would toss what’s left of it into someone’s face. And she had a specific target in mind. 

“Is it because of that over there?” Kate nodded her head to the scene in front of JJ. There you were, chatting up some random man, totally oblivious to the fuming blonde in the other corner of the bar. You smiled at him in the same way you smiled at JJ. Shy, but sweet. She wanted that smile to only be for her. It drove her crazy that it so clearly wasn’t.

“I think I’m in love with (Y/N).” JJ heard the words before she even realized what was coming out of her mouth. Damn how many drinks has she had? Not enough to just blurt out life altering realizations. She wasn’t drunk, barely tipsy even. No, she was just blindly jealous of the way you laughed at whatever weak joke the man was making. JJ seethed at the way he put his hand on your arm for a moment, lingering way too long for her liking. Her heart ached at the way you didn’t recoil, it didn’t even seem to phase you. When she did it to you, it was like a little endearing game she had. She would touch your arm, watch you smile at her with just a hint of a blush. She could swear she saw the same twinkle in your eye that she was sure she also got when looking at you. Maybe she just read into things too much. Although, she hadn’t seen the telltale blush you got from her when he stepped closer. The adorable smile might be there, and maybe it was the few drinks or her jealousy talking, but she thought your smile didn’t quite meet your eyes. Hopefully. 

“Congratulations,” Kate chuckled, breaking JJ from her intense glaring. “You’re officially the last to know.” 

“I have to deal with this,” JJ grumbled as her eyes moved back to where you stood. Whatever comment Kate might have had on her big realization could wait. That man was getting too bold and JJ had bigger fish to fry. He was closing in on you, he was two seconds from making his move and she knew it. 

If JJ’s grip on her drink tightened anymore, the glass would shatter in her hands. She slammed the drink on the table next to her, a bit too loudly, but she didn’t care. Her eyes narrowed at the man who was absolutely oblivious to her newfound hatred of him. “I’ll be right back,” JJ said without even taking her eyes off the two of you for a second. She heard Kate sigh an exaggerated “finally” as she stepped away.

JJ didn’t know what her next move was going to be as she stormed towards you. She was angry, she was jealous, she was going to be irrational. You had no reason to even know why JJ would be in such a sour mood, at least not in her mind. As far as JJ knew you were oblivious to her feelings for you. However, Kate’s words did help. If JJ was really the last to know, does that mean you did too? JJ didn’t have answers to that, she didn’t have time to even question Kate’s choice of words. Right now, her emotions were overflowing as her worst nightmare played out before her eyes. She thought she had time to play the long game, waiting for you to come to her with feelings she had hoped you’d develop. But here this random man was, swooping in on the thing she wanted most. JJ couldn’t have that. She wouldn’t. 

“Excuse me.” JJ practically shoved the man as she got face to face with you. He didn’t even have time to say a single word before JJ had your hand in hers and was tugging you away. “Come with me for a second,” she said as she practically dragged you through the bar to the bathroom.

You honestly were a little bit shocked, but not completely. The satisfied grin on your face was definitely noticed by Kate as she stayed in the corner of the bar and watched the scene unfold. You knew what you were doing tonight. Everyone else knew what you were doing tonight. JJ was the only one who was totally blind to your little scheme. 

If you were being honest, maybe you pushed it a little too far. That man genuinely thought you were interested in him, but all you wanted was to make JJ jealous so she would finally act. It just took a little more pushing than you expected. She could be so infuriatingly stubborn sometimes, but when you watched from the corner of your eye as she practically stomped over to you in a jealous rage, you knew you succeeded with your little plan. 

JJ on the other hand had no plan. Take you away from the man hitting on you was as far as she got. So far that part is done. Now what? If she dragged you away she could talk to you, but what would she say? She was two steps away from the bathroom and then she’d have to come up with some sort of explanation. If she was honest and pinned it on jealousy, would you understand? It wasn’t like you were her girlfriend, she had no reason to be so angry.

But then there you two were. She had burst into the bathroom to find it totally empty. She didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse. Her grip on your hand slipped as she tried to calm down. She took a few deep breaths, practically winded from how fast she pulled you to the bathroom with her. You looked at her expectantly. JJ noticed you didn’t look mad, at least that was a relief. You just stood there, head tilted to the side, a curious smile tugging on your lips that you were trying so hard to hide. She was really struggling with what to do next, what to say, and you found it a little cute. It wasn’t often when you saw Jennifer Jareau at a loss for words and unsure of what to do next. Maybe you should give her another push?

“JJ, what’s up?” She was silent. Honestly, she looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “You interrupted a conversation, you know? If you don’t have anything to say then I’ll go return to-”  

And then JJ finally responded, but not with words or honestly much thought even. JJ practically lunged for you in a split second decision to keep you from going back to that guy. Her lips connected with yours in an instance and the power behind her kiss had you stumbling back until the small of your back hit the counter. Her hands immediately flew to tangle in your hair as her lips pressed harder to yours for a moment. 

Honestly, the moment this idea popped into her head, JJ ran with it. Did she think it out? Absolutely not. If words aren't working then she just thought she would deal with this by using her lips. So she did. Was it a great plan? No. Was it working? To her utter surprise and relief, yes it really was. You were kissing her back. Your arms went to wrap around her neck and when she kissed you even deeper, your lips parted eagerly.

JJ was absolutely floored. When she felt your tongue trace the bottom of hers, her hands fell from your hair to pull on the belt loops of your jeans and press your body closer to her own. This was intoxicating, the feeling of kissing you. JJ didn’t want to stop, she didn’t know if she honestly could stop. If just kissing you was this good, she couldn’t begin to imagine how amazing it would feel to go even further. 

But after a while of just kissing you, you both had to come up for air. JJ also thought maybe some words were necessary after she just dragged you away like that. 

“Woah,” you whispered when she pulled back.

“Yeah woah,” JJ echoed breathlessly. 

“I have been waiting for you to do that for forever,” you chuckled before leaning forward to press a brief kiss to JJ’s lips. 

JJ chased your lips when you started to pull back, pressing her own more firmly to yours again. She was absolutely lost in your touch and how close she finally had you and she wasn’t ready to let there be space between you two yet. “Then why didn’t you do it yourself?” JJ mumbled against your lips. 

“Hm,” you hummed against her lips, “maybe because I like seeing you a little jealous.” Or maybe it was because the team had some bets on how long it would take and you didn’t want any of them to win… but what you said wasn’t a lie either. You just didn’t want to admit to that part. Sometimes you’d catch JJ getting jealous if you were a little too close to other members of the team. That look she got was fun to see if you were being honest. Plus, you were getting impatient too. So, this plan you had really worked in your favor. 

Before JJ could really reply to that you pressed your lips fully against hers again, pulling her body closer by the hold you still had on her. JJ gladly let you, her hands that were once resting on your waist, gripping a little tighter now. When she felt your tongue swipe against her lips, hers immediately peaked out to meet yours and the feeling had both of you groan into the kiss. You had wanted JJ for so long and JJ had wanted you for probably quite a bit longer. Both of you were impatient. That’s why you made your plan, that’s why she acted so rashly. 

When JJ’s lips moved from your own and connected with your neck, you were already squirming where you stood. Who knew her lips could feel so damn good? Who knew you could want someone so bad you were two seconds away from begging? Meanwhile, JJ hands had a mind of their own, one of them moving to the front of your pants and popping open the button before sliding right in. Her lips were currently attached to where your shoulder met your neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind. Your teeth were sinking into your own bottom lip to keep from moaning the minute you felt JJ’s finger tips graze your clit over the thin cloth of your underwear. 

A pathetic whine left your lips as she pressed down and you felt the friction of her touch through the fabric. Her fingers pressed more firmly but your hand flew to her wrist, effectively stopping her. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. God, you really did. But you didn’t want it here. In a bar bathroom, where anyone could barge in. 

“JJ, let’s- let’s get out of here.” Your voice was shaky, but still filled with need. “Take me to your place.” 

JJ’s hand slipped out from inside your pants. Wiith a nod she pulled away, gently taking your hand in hers. Kate didn’t miss the way you both left that bar, hand in hand. 

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Your back immediately hit the bed the second you stepped into JJ’s bedroom. You didn’t even get one second to take it all in, to finally appreciate that you were in her room, about to be with the girl you’ve been waiting for. No, instead the instant your back hit the mattress, JJ was tugging at your pants, fighting to pull them off. When she did finally manage to peel them off your body, her hands flew to her own, unbuttoning them and kicking them off with a determination you don’t think you’ve even seen from her when she was on a case. But fuck was it hot. 

JJ was ready to have you. Any longer and she felt like she was going to combust. The ride home was already hard enough. She ordered an uber since you both had had a couple drinks, but still not enough to compromise your decision making. However, she didn’t know if it was the moment you shared in the bathroom or the few drinks she did have that made her self control almost nonexistent. It was entirely way too hard to keep her hands off you in that car. Especially when you kept looking over at her, your lip between your teeth and a slight blush on your cheeks. It was adorable and all too tempting at the same time.

The moment she had you on her bed, it was like her brain short circuited and any thoughts of holding back went right out the window. She was ready to dive in. When you were finally naked on her bed, having helped her get your own shirt and bra off, she fully stripped too before climbing onto the bed. The only thing she did slowly was pull your panties down your legs, placing kisses on your thighs as she went. Then finally, you were completely naked on her bed and she thought this day would never come. 

Without much hesitation, she placed her hands under your knees and pushed your legs apart so you were spread open in front of her as she knelt on the mattress before you. You were absolutely captivated by the hungry look in her eye, letting her do just about anything she wanted to you without a second thought. Should you have felt a little shy about being so open and vulnerable beneath her? Maybe, but you had wanted this just as badly as she did and if she didn’t touch you soon, you were about ready to beg. Lucky for you, it was like JJ read your mind at that moment.

Without much warning, with her hold on your legs, JJ pulled them over her shoulders and leaned down, angling you in just the right way for her to dive in. And dive in she did. You both moaned the minute you felt her tongue on you. Her from the taste, and you from the feeling of her tongue taking a long, deep lick between your folds. She repeated that action again and again and you felt the muscles in your abdomen tense with each time the tip of her tongue ran over your clit. It was almost too much already and you did feel slightly embarrassed by the sounds that were coming out of you. But then she took your clit into her mouth and began to suck. The speed in which your hand flew to your mouth was shocking. Your teeth san into your knuckles to keep from crying out. JJ didn’t even seem to notice, she just kept going, absolutely lost in the taste of you. She could do this for hours, she thought. Not only did you taste amazing, but the way you were squirming in her hold and letting out so many tiny, tantalizing moans. JJ wasn’t drunk from the very few drinks she had tonight. No, she was drunk off of you. 

Her lips left your clit with a quiet pop and her tongue went back to exploring your folds. Your hand dropped from your mouth and you took deep breaths, your legs beginning to tremble around JJ’s head. You could swear JJ was teasing you at this point, given the fact that the way she was using her tongue to play with your clit had you approaching that edge, only for her to stop and go back to drinking in your pussy the way she currently was. But then, you felt JJ’s tongue go lower, tracing your entrance for a second before sliding in and the gasp that left your lips echoed through the room. She lapped at you like that, her tongue dipping in and out slowly, but in a way that had your whole body shaking now. Then her tongue left you again and moved back to your clit. 

The way she paid attention to your clit before was nothing compared to now. Her tongue was circling your clit in a way that had you whining and gripping at her sheets. It only took a few more seconds before you were cumming all over her mouth with a pathetic moan falling from your lips. JJ didn’t even waste time from that, letting go of her hold on your legs, crawling up your body in a way that had you both feeling each other’s bare skin against one another. Her lips connected with yours in a heated kiss that was all tongue and teeth. You were still breathless, panting against her lips as you tried to keep up. JJ on the other hand was not done with you. You would’ve thought that she would slow down after making you cum once but then you felt her hand slink down between your bare bodies until it reached between your legs. Without any sort of warning, suddenly, you felt two of her fingers slip inside you with ease. 

Gasping against her lips, your hands moved from the sheets to fly to her shoulders. Nails digging into her skin, it only spurred on her actions more as she started pumping into you at a steady pace. Your hips moved with her own, and having still not recovered from your first orgasm, you were already extra sensitive and approaching another quicker than either of you wanted. 

JJ’s fingers curled inside you at the same time as her teeth sunk down slightly and tugged on your lip. You knew at this point that your nails were definitely leaving marks in her skin. She didn’t seem to care or even notice though, letting go of your lip to move her lips down your neck, teeth grazing against your skin. Your head fell back onto the pillow as one of her hands moved back down your body to take your leg and hook it over her hip, allowing her to push her fingers inside you even deeper. It took two more pumps of her fingers before you were coming all over them with a cry of her name. However, JJ didn’t stop there. She still wasn’t done with you, absolutely lost in the way you felt and sounded. She wanted to keep making you cum for her over and over again and that’s what she was going to try to do.

Without even slowing down, she kept pumping her fingers into you. Your whole body was trembling and you were lucky you had enough control and thought to release her shoulders and move one hand to the sheets to grip them even harder. The other one moved to tangle in her hair, your hold tight. She pressed her forehead to yours as she kept fucking into you, whispering praises and filthy things you never thought you’d hear from her as she continued. The hand that held your leg over her waist was gripping tightly and her fingers picked up the pace even more, again hitting that spot that had you easily approach that edge. With each pump of her fingers, JJ’s eyes were locked on your every reaction. You were too seconds from coming and with another particularly hard thrust of her fingers, you fell apart again. But she didn’t stop there, she only slowed for just a moment until suddenly you felt her add a third finger with ease. 

“Jesus fuck!” You cried once you felt the stretch of her fingers inside you, pumping even faster somehow as you tightened around her yet again.

“God, you feel so good,” JJ said in a gravelly voice. “I love the way you cum for me. Love the way you feel. Fuck, baby, moan for me just like that.” JJ was half aware of what she was saying, having completely given into the feeling of having you literally wrapped around her fingers. With each time you came for her, she was getting more lost. There was no longer a filter, no longer control. She was indulging in everything she was holding back before and she wasn’t ready to stop yet.

The burn of the way her fingers stretched your pussy lasted only a brief moment before the increased pleasure hit you even harder. Your eyes were rolled back and it felt like every muscle was tensed in your body when she finally dragged out a surprising third orgasm for you. You thought surely this would be the last time, she had to be losing some of her stamina, but when her fingers didn’t slow you were suddenly very aware of your every nerve. 

“JJ I- fuck… I can’t,” you pleaded. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. God, even if you were feeling spent it still felt so fucking good. But your body was wearing out and the way your legs were trembling around her told you that you would be incredibly sore the next time you tried to walk.

“One more,” JJ begged. “Give me one more. You can do it, baby.” And the way her voice sounded so desperate absolutely broke you. You nodded your head and JJ moved to bury hers in your shoulder, her teeth sinking into your skin, any thought of trying to hide the marks she was leaving were non-existent. Her fingers pounded into you and at this point you could feel your own cum dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets as she kept going. Any attempt to muffle the way you were moaning and whining for her had completely failed at this point. The room was filled with your cries as her three fingers curved inside you and constantly hit just the right spot that had your whole body shuddering. Again, you were quickly approaching that edge and with how worked up your body was at this point there was no stopping yourself from cumming again. With the way JJ was fucking you now, she was putting full force into it. You could imagine your thighs might have bruises in the morning. With every thrust of her fingers inside you, she put more power into it with the movement of her hips. You were trying your hardest to match her pace, but at this point you were too fucked out to even slightly follow up, But with each time her three fingers fucked into you deeper, you cried out her name and it only took a matter of moments before you were cumming yet again all over her hand. 

Your body finally relaxed when JJ slowed her pace. Your back hit the mattress after it arched from the final mindblowing orgasm she gave you. Your chest was heaving as you laid beneath JJ. She held herself up for a moment, taking in your current state. You looked so beautiful this way, JJ thought. Your body still trembling from how good she was making you feel, cum dripping from your thighs down onto her sheets, your face flushed from the intensity of orgasm after orgasm that she was able to pull from you. In time, she thought, she’d get you used to lasting even longer. JJ already decided she was absolutely addicted to the way it felt when she made you cum. She knew she was going to need more than a few long nights of doing just that in the future. 

Finally, gently JJ laid herself on top of you. You hummed at the feeling of both your bodies pressed together. It was strangely comforting to feel her body wait on top of yours. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then each of your cheeks before pressing her own forehead to yours again. This time a small smile tugged on her lips, one hand reached to your face. Her fingers trailed your cheek for a moment and neither of you needed to say anything to know how the other was feeling.

But finally, JJ broke the silence, the high of having you the way that she did, fading into a comfortable feeling of warmth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” JJ whispered as her finger tips continued to trace across your cheek.

You placed a gentle kiss to the tip of JJ’s fingers when they went to trace your lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve had to deal with waiting for you.” JJ chuckled at that before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Who knew all it would take to deal with her feelings for you was a poorly made plan to deal with her jealousy on her part, and a well made plan to make her jealous on yours.

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[shimano-futoshi]

So so so fucked up that Shimano was the first and last patriarch of his family. Like, it really shows you how much of that “loyalty” he had was because of fear. No-one respected him. How could you, really? The embodiment of this loyalty, Majima, was made through torture. His “mad dog” made so through brutal punishment and pain no man should go through. Reduced to nothing but an animal through this torture. Of course the Shgoons (Shimano Goons) are gonna be like “Uhm.” about that. They see what has happened to Majima and are like “Not worth it actually” and, sure, they stick around, but that’s only because they’d be Made To. And not in a good way. Minds and bodies broken to fit Shimano’s vision. Shimano’s warped, vile, vicious vision. Sure, the Yakuza is a crime family. Not, uhhh, like, unwilling, to engage in Less than Favourable activities, but Shimano’s a bit too gung ho with it to put it likely. Like, would you respect the man who’s Most Loyal Soldier is one whom he tortured and made into a loyal “dog” by way of the most unimaginable torture? I, personally, wouldn’t. Shimano’s death must’ve been an absolute relief to many. Not me, though, I love the guy, but I digress. Like, I’d be like, “well i would climb the ladder, but the ladder is made of fire and nails so i’d rather not”. You get me? There’s tough, and then there’s suicidal. And I think rising those ranks of the Shimano Family certainly entails a slow, painful death. Shimano got out easy tbh. Or did he? Someone so desperate for respect, he has to literally tear people apart to take it. The fact that he is forgotten is a perfect end for a Perfect Man <3. A family lost to history. No “Second Patriarch of the Shimano Family”. He doesn’t deserve it. And no-one wants to embrace that mantle. Not even his ultimate weapon, Majima. And that’s it, really. Someone so full of bluster. Someone who draws everyone’s gaze. He’s the only one with that pinky-brown suit, he’s different, he stands out. Bald bastard, all the others have hair, too. Someone who steals the room, both with their physical presence and how they present themselves. Ultimately forgotten. It’s that physicality, really. He is different. He’s bigger, his wardrobe - brighter, his head - shinier, like! Screaming, gnawing, biting, crying.... He!!!!!! And then, in a second, he’s GONE. His family, his presence, his baldness... gone. Just like that!!! Fucked up. Perfect. It’s just Him. Nothing more. Everything he has done is just that. What He Has Done, you know? No wonder he’s so Forceful. He’s trying to break through to people. Not working. So he Breaks People instead. He thinks that works. Sure, Alivemano does, because Majima is his faithful dog, but the real measure of his worth- his legacy- wellllll. You didn’t hear it from me but it’s a bit, shall we say, lacking? A perfect fate for a perfect man. So obsessed with control, he has none.

[ssafloofyfoxx]

I just wanna hold the monster that’s living under my bed’s hand. ☹️

I just had to write a cute lil thing for this about a scared monster that just moved in while you were away for a week.

CW: Slight mentions of ab*sive partners, but nothing extensive. Fluff.

Word Count: 701

“You’re still scared of the dark,” you ask, quirking an eyebrow at your best friend. You’ve been staying at their house for the past week. You just didn’t want to be alone after breaking up with your abusive ex. And now, you and your friend are tipsy, giggling about random things and gossipping the night away. 

“Hey, don’t laugh! I’m not scared of the dark, per se. I’m scared of what hides in the dark,” they mutter, and you just shake your head with another chuckle. 

“I find the creatures in the dark rather beautiful, honestly. Some of them have feelings, babes,” you say, taking another sip of your wine.

The rest of the night goes on like that and eventually, the two of you crash. You wake up the following day, thankful to all high heavens that you are not hungover. The rest of the day is pretty mundane. And then you finally head back to your own home for the first time in an entire week. Everything is the same, even the shattered glasses and mugs on the kitchen floor. 

You sigh, cleaning everything up with a heavy heart, and then head to your room for the night. Sleep finds you rather quickly, pulling at the edge of your consciousness so softly that you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep. That is until you are awoken by the sound of shuffling that comes from under your bed. 

The sound of claws against the hardwood flooring causes goosebumps to pimple your arms and legs, the hair at the nape of your neck standing on edge. Even half-asleep, your senses seem heightened as the adrenaline courses through your body. Is your ex back and hiding underneath your bed, just waiting for the right time to strike? 

Many thoughts swim around your head as the sounds continue. But then you hear a bit of sniffling that causes those thoughts to come crashing to a halt. Is someone crying under your bed? 

Mustering up all of the courage you can, you take a deep breath and then move to hang your head over the edge of your bed, slowly peering underneath it. Even in the darkness of the room, you can see a dark shape huddled underneath, trembling as soft sobs continued. You let out a soft sigh, starling the creature, who whips its head around to look at you with wide, golden eyes. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you spoke, your tone as soft as possible, if not a little bit hoarse. You give a reassuring, groggy smile, your entire body relaxing. If this thing wanted to hurt you, it would have done so while you were asleep. But instead, it’s cowering in the darkness underneath your bed, trying to hide from you. 

“I… I thought no one l-lived here,” it muttered, and as it spoke, you caught a glimpse of the sharp, pointed teeth that decorate its beautiful maw. You let out a soft chuckle, just shaking your head. 

“It’s okay, I haven’t been home for a week. Some bad things happened and I couldn’t stand being alone. But, I guess I’m not alone anymore, huh?” You ask, flashing a goofy grin of your own. You reach out, letting the creature see your every movement before you ever attempt to run a hand through its soft, black fur. “I don’t know why you needed a place to stay, but you’re always welcome here. The only thing I ask is that you scare away anyone that you think may be a threat.” You give another goofy grin, and as your fingers run through the creature’s fur, it seems to settle down, no longer trembling under your touch. “I… I think I’d like that,” it mutters, the guttural voice causing you to feel at ease. “M-my name is Beau,” it stammers out, and you just give a soft chuckle, reaching for one of its large, clawed hands. You intertwine your fingers together and gently tug. 

“Welcome home, Beau. My name is y/n. Now, let’s get some sleep, okay?” You say, moving to lay with your hand hanging over the edge of the bed, still softly gripping onto your new friend’s soft fingers.

[crushzone]

Nin! I’ve been seeing this around recently, but I would love to see you ship your moots if it is ok! ♥️

Hahaha hey there, sure thing! It’s so difficult to be bias free because I know my moots’ crushes, but I shall do my best! I’ll mostly likely pair you guys with someone outside of your crush, just to introduce some new potential partner to your life ;). If I had left anyone out by accident, I am SO sorry!!

✨ Shipping my Moots ✨

@scorpiosanssexy

Sugawara Koshi - Lil sis, I am so sorry it is not Kei. I think Suga is absolutely hilarious and a sweetheart, I’m sure he loves it when you roast him here and there because he’d do the same right back at you. He’s also such a sassy man, so if sassiness is something you enjoy (*cough* like Kei’s, except he’s not a meanie 😠), he’s got it! If you do not know how to cook, neither does he, but you will get to suffer together. He’s also a teacher (which I know is also your thing), so let’s pretend he had to read so many books that he has to eventually get glasses! Will 100% dance real silly with you when you’re both tipsy, but please try to calm him down when he keeps getting ID’ed whenever he tries to buy booze, he’s got that forever cute baby face.

Look, I photoshopped him in glasses for u. ☝🏼

@ceo-of-daichi

Takeru Nakashima - Tbh, it was really difficult not to go with Daichi for this one. I know Takeru may not suit your appearance preferences, but I think you guys would be a very adorable pair! He is very family oriented, had grown up with a bunch of siblings, is a team captain (i know u like captains 😉), and seems like a sweet guy in general. So he will 100% be a fun pal to joke around with, but he’s also really responsible and will take care of u on your night outs. I can see you with his little family cheer squad, they are all just in love with you and consider you a part of their family. 10/10 husband material with that A+ domestic lifestyle.

@honey-makki

Saeko Tanaka - I shall pair you, my queen, with my other queen, Saeko. 👑 Together, you are unstoppable, and just the sight of you both hanging out together would make me run away because I tend to do that whenever I am near anyone attractive. Imagine Saeko picking you up on her motorbike just to go grab some dinner downtown together. All the jokes you’d share, how loudly you would laugh with each other, regardless if whether you are in a public or private place!! She’d probably help you proof read your fics and brainstorm any spicy scenarios with you too! Bet she loveees having you lay on her chest as she strokes your hair, alternatively, she also loves being your big spoon. 🥺

@heauxzenji

Kuroo Tetsuro - My other queen, I shall offer you my nerdy king, Kuroo. 👑 Idk man, appearance-wise alone, I already think you’d both be such a beautiful pair. You two are definitely the type of couples on Tik Tok (or whichever apps people use now a days LOL 👵🏻) with a bunch of “relationship goals” in the comments. He’d be a lot of fun to joke around with, will take great care of you, loves to smack your booty (respectfully) because he knows you are absolutely beautiful, and will call you the cutest nicknames. He also secretly reads your spicy fics without telling you, and will maybe try out a new thing or two from it the next time u guys baaaaang. 💥Spiciness aside, he cherishes all your quiet moments, just sitting next to each other as you sip on some tea, your books in hand as you lean shoulder to shoulder against one another.

@tedwardos

Azumane Asahi - idk, I think you both would be incredibly adorable! He is basically kind of like Yams but with a whee bit more softness. He absolutely loves to cuddle, play video games with you (but please go easy on him, he’s a little scared of certain games), and learn new things (e.g. playing DnD for the first time). Tbh, I think he would be great at DnD because he enjoys the imagination and character design aspect, bet his characters are always the best dressed one. Will help style your hair, cook you breakfast, give you shoulder massages, and just spoiling you in general, as long as you hold him close and tell him you love him every now and then to keep him well assured. You’ll never get cold during winter, he’s basically a human furnace who always make sure your feet are covered by the blanket when you cuddle on the couch.

@nonexistent-social-life-mainacct

Akaashi Keiji - I genuinely think this would be a wonderful match. Firstly, he is a wonderful listener, so he’s there for you to come home to after a tough day at work. If it is not something he can actually help you with, he will do his best to cheer you back up after you had gotten everything off your chest. Secondly, look at this 👇🏼

Girl, he will PROTECT you from all those mysterious bruises that tend to appear on your legs haha. Lastly, I know that when he loves someone, he will do all these adorably thoughtful things for you: like massaging your feet, leaving you cute post-it notes before he leaves for work and buying you flowers randomly. I just, I just want the best for u and I KNOW Akaashi will not disappoint at all.

@mer92

Tadashi Yamaguchi - ok hear me out! Baby boy had been crushing on you from a distance for the longest time, he just absolutely admires how you are so hardworking and passionate towards your dream job. He sees how much you care for your friends and he’d always wished he could be a part of your group too. Eventually, when you are both together, he is a wonderful listener, will go out of his ways to spoil you just to see you smile again. He will give you shoulder massages when you are being too tense, and if anyone gets in the way of achieving your goals, he will step up and defend you. Will also buy extra onigiris from Onigiri Miya and bring them to u for lunch, just to make sure that you don’t accidentally skip any meals because you’re too laser focused on your studies! Speaking of studying, he loves studying with you, and is actually a wonderful work buddy. (Always sneaks a glance at your adorable concentrated face)

@danibby

Kotaro Bokuto - Bokuto ADORES you with all his heart omg. When he catches you dancing or choreographing, he will straight up sway or beg you to teach him some moves, before proceeding to absolutely crush it. If he sees you trying out or applying some makeup/skincare products, he will ask you if he could watch or play with it too. Basically, he loves you so much, he just wants to understand and be a part of what you are doing, while he’ll also do the same where he’d teach you the little things he loves to do (will probably try to get you to play volleyball with him ahah). Is fantastic at cheering you up when you are not feeling too good about yourself, and will tickle fight you until you smile for him. Speaking of tickle fights, initiate it at your risk, because he is hella strong, he’ll pin you down or pick you up really easily to his advantage. BIGGEST HYPE MAN, you can walk out, wearing a trash bag and he would still be 😻😻😻.

@shhhlikeme

Aran Ojiro - I know I’m not being too original with this pairing because you actually crush on him to begin with, but you two are just perfect for each other tbh (was going to pick Toshi at first, but thought Aran would be a better fit)! Firstly, you are both absolutely S T U N N I N G ✨, I would be SO intimidated to come anywhere near this power couple. Secondly, you’re both so diligent, kind, and smart, everyone looks up to the two of you, wishing they could be you (Keep wishing, peeps 💅🏼) . Lastly, he seems like an absolute sweetheart, loveeeeees to spoil you with random hugs, kisses, and gifts, and will joke around with you a lot. He’ll find any way he could show you off to his friends, and they’d all be so jealous. It is nice to know that you can always lean on him if you ever have to, and he knows he could do the same with you. Bet your family absolutely LOVES him too, 100% the kind of guy you would want to bring home.

@bjbex​

Yu Nishinoya - Noya is IN LOVE with you, he thinks you are freaking beautiful, is a hottie, and basically his queen. He’d keep crushing on you until you finally give him a chance. When you are together, he’d do anything to please you, ultimately, he just wants to see you smile and happy all the time. He’ll crack some jokes and be a little goof just to cheer you up! Also wants you to freaking DOMINATE him hahahah, trusts you completely, please do as you would like, he’s all yours. Loves getting his lil booty smacked and pegged, but is also always down to pleasure you. Just grab him by his hair (loves getting his hair pulled) and put him in any position you want him.

Will pull some “accident” like this often, so please prepare yourself. Will travel the world with you and take a ton of photos, then proceed to set photos of you as his wallpaper/lock screen on every device.☝🏼

@dymphnasprose

Tendou Satori - Tendou ADORES YOU, for real, he freaking ADORES you (But I adore you more, so he can back down 🤚). He loves to be your little spoon (will literary purr if you give him head rubs), boasts about you to his friends all the time (especially to Toshi), likes to endearingly tease you a lot, and will cook you some nice food all the time (he probably went to culinary school, after all, to become a chocolatier). The first thing he does when he gets back home from work? Hunt you down and immediately cling on to you as he pepper kisses all over your face with that oWo face, if ya know what I mean. Also LOVES to get freaky, this man is flexible, he just loves being intimate with ya, so tell him what you want to do and he will most likely be down to at least give it a shot. ;) Also loves to randomly buy you some cute clothes or jewelry you had been eyeing, he doesn’t do it often, but he’ll spoil you with it here and there when he can. Loves to sing random songs for you, “Dymph-nuhhh, Dymph-nuhhh, my darlin, Dymph-nuhhh~~”

@pleasantanathema

Akiteru Tsukishima - Let me start off by saying that I am absolutely in love with Akiteru, and because I love him so much, I shall pair him with you! Lauren, I am in love with you from the very first moment you’ve hit me up, I feel like our vibes match and because I feel the same way with Akiteru, I believe he would really vibe with you too! He’s an absolute sweetheart who will go out of his ways just to make you happy, you’d both spend hours chit chatting about the most random things, just giggling constantly, and before you know it, it’s already really late at night. He LOVES taking photos of you, and his phone is filled with photos of the two of you. Kei doesn’t really care much about you, but Akiteru will keep bringing you up in conversations with him anyway because he’s just extremely grateful to have you in his life.

@afictionalwhore

Ittetsu Takeda - Listen, as much as I believe Keishin is the perfect man for us you, Takeda is another husband material, adorable man who would also be just as perfect.

LOOK AT HIM REALIZING THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH U. Also Keishin looking like a snacc right next to him, but this post is not about him mmkay?

Takeda is so weak for you, he’ll spoil you rotten where he can, and his affection bank is unlimited, will constantly remind you that he loves you. He’s also really shy, so sometimes, he’ll try to be “sexy” and initiate something, only to stutter and blush terribly when he attempts to execute it, so please be kind HAHA (I think find that really endearing tbh). Fully understands how tiring it can be to work with children, he is also a teacher after all, so at the end of each day, you’ll both take warm baths together, cuddling as you laugh about all the silly things your kids had done today. Sometimes he will help substitute for you too, if you ever need to take a day off.

I’m very proud of this list, ngl, I stand by my ships 😉

[chick-from-nz]

Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 8)

CHARACTER/PAIRING:  modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually) 

WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, more military talk,  spelling and grammatical errors. Flippy floppy points of view and tenses. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo may not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC. awkwardly and/or poorly written moments

AUTHORS NOTE: hope yall enjoy this, i was in fact a lil tipsy while writing this so if there is some spelling errors or something akin to that, that could be why.  @1zashreena1 i thank you so much for letting me bounce my ideas off you for most of this content, you are forever a legend. 

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

CHAPTER:  8 OF ?

TAG LIST (OPEN): @girlpornparadise @1zashreena1 @xxidontwikeitxx @nicke0115 @allalngthewtchtower @lettherebrelight

The first few days of their second week together were surprisingly more interactive than the previous week. Carrillo had been spending less time in his office and more time in the living room putting up with whatever terrible show Ash had decided to watch that day. Arguably though, not that he would admit it out loud, he was rather enjoying the quiet company and shitty tv, an incredibly different routine than what he was used to but a welcome one at that.

It was on Tuesday night that the Colonel finished any important and pressing paperwork for his team, with it all being completed by the early hours of twenty three hundred, or at least early for him, he decided that he would turn in early for the night. Before that though, he would do his usual security checks of the house, first starting with the living room. To his surprise the room was not empty, instead he found himself smiling softly at the picture before him. Greyson was slumped upright on the couch, head leaving on the palm of her left arm, and shoulders rising and falling in measured deep breaths. She was yet again asleep on the couch, an increasingly common occurrence over the last few nights.

It was as if his feet had a mind of his own as the Colonel soon found himself standing before the sleeping junior officer. He debated whether or not it would be wise to wake her up, her position did not look comfortable in the slightest, but if her soft snores were anything to go by, she was in a deep sleep, something he felt she didn't get often. The last few nights he'd woken to anguished screams coming from Ash's room, before hearing her door open and her footsteps as she began to pace the length of the living room before exhausting herself and collapsing onto the couch. He would usually lay awake for a good ten or so minutes after her pacing had stopped before he would check on her, normally finding her drenched in sweat but shivering on the couch as she had not had the forethought to grab a blanket in her exhausted and frazzled state.

A small part of him felt sorry for the fresh officer, whatever was haunting her was obviously taking a toll on her and there was another part of him that wanted to slowly crack through her defences and find out what it was so he could help her, or at least comfort her,  in some way.  These kinds of thoughts were becoming more and more common and were beginning to somewhat startle him and set him off kilter around Greyson. He usually had a good grip on his emotions and was able to push feelings away and stay strictly professional around any female colleagues, but with this officer he found himself wanting to cross that line. He barely knew the young soldier  but she had set a lasting impression on him that he had tried to shake with all his might. So for now he would indulge himself in caring for her in subtle ways that could be seen as a superior caring for his injured member of his team and wait to get a positive or negative reaction from Greyson. Either way, this former cadet was going to be around for a while, so he needed to restrain his growing feelings as best as he could, he would not want a repeat of the Sinclair situation. 

Huffing quietly in frustration he hastily snatched up a blanket that resided on the back of one of the neighboring couches before, as gently as possible, draping it over the sleeping soldier. He watched as she began to stretch out on the couch, grasping the blanket closer to her chest and snuggling down into the warmth. A strange tightness developed in his chest at that, one he hadn't felt in many many years. Whatever feelings he had for this soldier needed to be pushed aside, he couldn't afford for a margin of error in his team or a potential weakness to be exploited against either of them. With measured steps he conducted his nightly checks of the house, ensuring the locks on the front and back doors were engaged, the window locks were secure, and the security cameras that were hidden around the outside of the house we recording as usual. 

Checks completed he all but marched his way back to his room, silently closing his door, before ripping his shirt over his head, shucking off his boots and pants, and climbing into bed in naught but his boxers. Double checking that his alarm was set he decided that an early morning run would be a good way to clear his head, and he could scope out areas of the property that would make for good exercise scenarios training spots.

His sleep was fitful. Full of moments already shared between himself and the younger officer who constantly occupied his every waking thoughts and potential moments that he silently hoped would come to fruition as their time together continued to build a bond between them. Whether that be strictly professional or borderline inappropriate he wasn't sure if his resolve was strong enough to keep his feelings at bay long enough for them to fizzle out into nothing but a thought he could look back on and scoff at. 

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Ash groaned the moment she woke, she stretched out her legs, laughing lightly at the way her joints all seemed to pop and her muscles became taught. She missed the daily ache that accompanied the constant tiredness of her cadets course. Instead now she was stuck on prescribed bed rest, unless she saw fit to disobey a direct order from the Colonel. Just a thought of his rank sent an oddly delighted shiver down her spine. Reaching over to grab her phone to check the time had her eyes bugging out of her head, she had woken il two hours later than normal, and frankly, while she knew she needed the rest, she had wished she had had the forethought to set an alarm rather than relying on her messed up body clock.

Her injuries were beginning to heal quite well now, the stitches in her head and her side were itchy and ready to be taken out but the concussion was having more of a lasting effect than she would have hoped. While she no longer woke up feeling sick or dizzy she would now have random bouts of dizziness during the day instead, which was usually succeeded by a varying degree of nausea. This morning however, she felt great. Climbing from her bed and pulling on a normal length military t-shirt and a pair of military issue shorts, that even she deemed to be a tad on the shorter side, she quickly pulled on a pair of running shoes. Today she was determined to walk around the edge of the property and see if anything other than the house had changed since she had attended this particular training ground all those years ago.

She left her room functioning on autopilot, intending to head in the direction of the kitchen to have a quick coffee before venturing outside. Her plan, however, was foiled when she suddenly collided with a solid mass after taking no more than four steps out of her room. The momentum of the crash had her hands flying out to grasp onto whatever she had bashed into in an attempt to steady herself. It took her a moment to gather her senses, but when she did, a blush settled across her face and down her neck.

Her hands had landed on a warm, slightly damp, very shirtless and muscular chest that could only belong to one person, the one person who she had began developing feelings for since she met them, Colonel Carrillo. A small yelp left her mouth at the realisation of what was happening, he was shirtless, for some reason, and she was just standing there with her palms on his chest, not so subtly feeling him up. Time seemed to have frozen, neither person was moving except for Ash’s eyes, which were drinking in the sight that was oh so wonderfully close to her. Making the first move she began to pull away from the man before her, running her hands featherlight over his pecs in a self indulgent moment, a smile growing on her face as she felt, rather than saw, the small shiver that wracked his body. 

She took a small step backwards, intending to put enough space between them to be professional, only to be stopped by his hands coming up and grasping onto her elbows in a tentative grip. Ash let her eyes trail languidly over his body as she made her way up to his face, his stomach was well toned, the deep ‘V’ of his hips was prominent and his abs were defined but not chiseled , he was bulky in a way that screamed alpha male. It was inherently obvious he worked out alongside his already physically demanding  job. Her eyes continued their upwards, her breath  hitching while taking in the broad beautifully tanned expanse of skin that was his chest, his pecs where the most defined part about him, a key feature one might say, along with those arms of his. Ash took note of the way his breath had sped up over the course of her gaping , thankfully it seemed she was not the only one affected by the others presence. 

She yearned to reach out and run her hands along the taught muscles of his forearms and up along his biceps, feeling the strength that he held within the muscles, muscles that she more often than not dreamed about. Her eyes finally came to settle on his face. He looked pained, brow drawn downwards in feigned confusion and his lips pressed tightly together as if to stop himself from speaking, his eyes were what betrayed him. His pupils were blown so wide that the delicious brown was now but a small ring around them. Ash could only imagine her face mirrored his own, the lust was palpable, this was dangerous territory. 

His eyes were fixed intently on her and Ash had to gulp as his lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Her thoughts were getting more and more muddled being this close to him in this situation. Ash took yet another small step backwards as to put enough distance between them for them both to clear their thoughts, failing to do so when she tripped on the edge of the rug that covered the majority of the living room. Her eyes widened in shock when she felt her back hit the ground and felt the breath of the Colonel on her face as he fell with her, landing in the perfect pushup position above her. If Ash thought their previous position was dangerous territory she didn’t have words to describe their current predicament, though she would be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined this situation before but with her in significantly less clothing. It took her till this moment to realise that Carrillo was in fact, only in a towel, that was now, hanging on by only a small margin and stretched tight and low along his hips. 

The position was compromising at best, her hands had one again found themselves attached to his glorious body, this time settling on his biceps just like she had wanted, the sheer mass of muscle contained beneath both her hands had her stomach in knots and a fire flowing through her veins. She watched, mesmerized, as a droplet of water made its descent from behind his ear, along the tight muscles of his neck and down into the dip of his collar bone, stopping for a moment before continuing down his chest. Ash involuntarily licked her lips, wanting nothing more to lean forward and run her tongue along the path the droplet was taking before sucking a mark wherever the droplet stilled. A movement to her right drew her attention away from gawking at his chest and up towards his face yet again. He had shifted himself onto one arm and was peering down at her with an unreadable expression on his face, but there was clearly some kind of intent swirling in the depth of his eyes.

Ash jumped momentarily when his hand settled heavily on her now exposed midriff, a hair's breadth away from the stitches that decorated her side. The smirk that graced his face when he felt her jump sent a bolt of pure unadulterated desire right to her core, the look on his face was lustful and hungry. Her breathing was beyond erratic now, there was a pent up tension in her body longing to be released but at this moment she was going to leave the fate of the situation in her commanding officers’ hands, since he so clearly fed off being in control. It was as if she forgot how to breathe as she felt his hand began to trail upwards, lifting her shirt in the process and exposing more of her toned stomach to the man before her, his hand moved inwards trailing the tip of his forefinger along the etched grove of her stomach and up towards her breasts in a teasing manner, but before he could reach the destination she so desperately hoped for he stilled, pondering for a moment as he searched her face for any kind of hesitation, finding none he continued his journey north between the valley of her breasts and along the hollow of her throat before settling his hand there with barely any pressure. 

 Ash let out a barely there moan, the action was much more comfortable and thrilling to her than she would care to admit out loud. She watched as his face went through varying emotions before settling on determination, and with measured movements the Colonel shifted his large hand slightly to guide her chin upwards slightly to be in the optimum position to finally plant a kiss that the both wanted so badly onto her lips. Ash watched with bated breath as his face oh so slowly made his way closer to her own, eyes searching for any hesitation that would have his moments ceasing in an instant, to his surprise, she began moving slightly off the floor to meet his advances and finally seal the deal and cross the line between professional and personal. 

They were a mere centimeters apart, breath mixing and both breathing unsteadily, when a shrill ringing pierced through the silence of their moment, ruining the potential moment of bliss for the Officers. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over the both of them, shocking enough to have Carrillo rolling to the left as fast as someone could yell ‘gun’ and Ash rolling the opposite direction and jumping to her feet. The tension in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife but as the Colonel looked at her with something akin to regret crossing his face Ash knew she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him for a moment longer, so she scampered away and into the comfort of her room, slamming the door on her way in before collapsing on her bed and trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. Had the Colonel really had the intention to kiss her? 

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To say little interaction happened between the two officers after the incident was not far from the truth. Despite her desires for the Colonel , Ash had been all but avoiding him since that fateful morning, hoping that by avoiding any contact possible with the man in question that her feelings would also be avoided, a plan that was full of holes considering it was only the two of them on the property and a good three hours of driving between them and the rest of civilisation. She knew her behaviour towards the man in question could be seen in multiple different ways but she was stubborn through and through, if she didn’t need to be near the man then she was never found near him.

Their late night tv watches, breakfast together with interesting little chats, dinner shared together when Carrillo wasn’t doing paperwork had all been scraped at Ash’s behest. She would wake up before him and quickly make some food and disappear either back to her room or go for a brisk walk around the tree lined property. She would force herself to stay in her room even after the multiple nightmares would have her jolting awake with a scream leaving her throat, while she had once sought comfort in pacing the living room she could now only reflect on the incident  that had occurred there and the look of regret that had graced the Colonels face. As for dinner time, the Colonel still cooked for the both of them, even if she was avoiding him, something she was highly grateful for, except now instead of sitting on the couch watching any number of things in quiet company, they now went their separate ways. Carrillo to his office and Greyson usually went outside to sit in nature and calm her frazzled nerves from being around her commanding officer. 

Her plan was going extremely well for a few days until she got a call from the medics back at base confirming that it was time for her to come and get her stitches removed as it had been a good few weeks now. This put a kink in her plans, she was still getting far too many dizzy spells randomly throughout the day which meant she wouldn’t be able to drive herself to the hospital so she would be forced to man up and ask the Colonel to drive her. Three hours in a car with the man who by all means she was trying to push down her feelings for was going to be a world of hell, infinitely more awkward than the current household situation. 

She got up off the couch and began moving in the direction of the room that was set up as the teams workspace only to stop dead in her track as the Colonel exited the room and stared directly at her before pointing at the phone current held in his left hand, “I just got a call from the medics, you're needed at the hospital to get those stitches taken out”  he pointed at her head and then gestured in the general direction of her stab wound, “ Doctors protocol call for me to drive you there, they want your concussion to be cleared before you’re allowed to drive” 

Ash began to open her mouth to voice her protest but was cut short when the Colonel levelled with a look that said ‘don't try me’ and the words, “That's an order soldier! Now let's go”.  Ash wanted to protest and kick up a fuss but she knew it was no use, he was probably pissed that she’d been ignoring him for the past three or four days, and rightfully so, she’d acted much like a petulant child rather than the strong young soldier he had recruited her for. Ash knew that the only way she would be able to survive the awkwardness of the car ride was to sleep, something she hadn’t got much of for the last few nights because she had been tossing and turning trying to figure out if what she had encountered with the Colonel had been a slip in his defenses or a trick to see if she was loyal to his cause. But as she glanced over to take in the disheveled appearance and tired eyes of the Colonel beside her, she knew he had been feeling the same or at the very least, not been sleeping like he used to, he looked far too tired. 

Ash dropped her seat backward in the SUV they were travelling in, a bulletproof rig the army had provided to keep the team safe whenever they did live fire practice or did a real raid, leaning her head against the cool window of the car brought a small moment of clarity for the young soldier, it might have been easier to apologize for her actions and try and smooth things over but that was not how Greyson worked. She would apologise when things got so bad that she had no other choice. The sense of peace the came from being around her commanding officer soon had her falling into a deep sleep, hopefully one that was peaceful and refreshing for once.

They were nearly two hours into the three hour drive to the base hospital when Carrillo heard a whimper come from the young officer in the seat beside him, at first he thought she had just bumped her head on the window as the road was rough in some areas, but when he heard another whimper and a quietly whispered “no” come from the sleeping female he had no choice but to look over at her and when he did he slowed the car down and threw it into park. The junior officer was sweating profusely, shaking violent and pale as a sheet, quietly mumbled words were tumbling from her lips as her brows were drawn together in a look of muted horror.  Carrillo didn’t know what to think but he knew he couldn’t let her suffer so he reached across the car and gently shook Greyson by her shoulder, increasing in intensity when she didn’t wake up the first time, it was on his forth more violent shake of her shoulder that she finally woke, glancing around with tears brimming in her eyes and a startled expression on her face.

Ash had to take long measured breaths to calm her frantically beating heart, that nightmare had been one of the worse yet and she was silently grateful that the man before her had woken her before it had got any worse, reliving the death of a family member was not something that Ash wanted to repeat, but it seemed her brain wanted to taunt her constantly. She had to hold back a muted sob as emotion overtook her body and the tears began to flow freely from her eyes, she hated look weak in front of people especially someone who she’d be working beneath for god knows how long. The blood was rushing in her ears cause her to zone out and try and focus on bringing herself back to a calm state, it wasn’t until she saw Carrillo’s fingers snapping in front of her face that she finally snapped out of it and turned her tear stained face to meet his own pained expression. 

“Care to tell me what has got you so upset Greyson? Is it the same thing that has had you waking up screaming in the middle of the night? I want to help you Ash” 

Hearing her first name leave the mouth of the man before her was like a shock to the system, but it had the desired effect, she felt the need to confess what was happening to her and why she was indeed having horrible nightmares almost every night since she woke up in the hospital bed nearly three weeks ago. Gulping down her pride and realising that out of anyone the Colonel was probably the best person to tell her troubles too incase her past came back to haunt her, she turned to him, a sad smile on her face and uttered, “It's a long story, Sir, but if you want to know I’m willing to share” 

Carrillo smiled softly at the young officer before him, reaching out to grasp her hand tightly in his own to instill a small sense of comfort, he nodded slowly, he had finally managed to crack into her defences but what he didn’t know is he was about to find out how truly broken the soldier before him really was. 

[bottomyoongies]

(Bottom) Yoongi Fic Recs

(please make sure to read the tags first!!)

(a few of these don’t have sex in them so not really a fully bottom yoongi fic rec but i like them so)

(a few are WIPs too)

Namjoon/Yoongi

come closer, tell a secret boy by JemKay

They must be testing Namjoon, with the new concept of tiny shorts, because never has he so badly wanted to devour Yoongi’s plush thighs.

you say you want passion (i think you found it) by JemKay

yoongi has a plan for his birthday and that’s to go out, get drunk, maybe have a questionable hookup, and definitely not think about the lowkey crush he may or may not have on his English tutor. that plan falls apart when kim namjoon walks through the door and jimin’s face lights up like christmas came early.

when the lights go out (run away with me) by JemKay

Yoongi’s soft when he’s tipsy, softer when he’s cold, and softest when Namjoon says “I love you.”

i’m all i’ve got (and i’d give it all to you) by namgi

Namjoon is overworked, and Yoongi just wants to help. But it’s never as simple as that.

salt skin, lazy smile by namgi

Namjoon thinks that Yoongi deserves nothing less than being worshipped. Like literal down-on-your-knees worship. So that’s exactly what he does.

i’m the king (and i’m down on my knees) by namgi

It starts with Namjoon laughing at Yoongi’s rap for Cypher Pt. 3. It doesn’t end with him still laughing.

c’mon, c’mon (show me what you’re all about) by namgi

Namjoon is struck with an idea and Yoongi goes along with it, just because it’s Namjoon.

purples and blues (look good on you) by namgi

In which Namjoon fails at being subtle and Yoongi has impeccable timing.

can’t feel my face (when i’m with you) by yoonseoktv

“I was texting manager-hyung,” Namjoon breathes. “He left us the van.”

Yoongi pauses to look up at him, blinking. A slow grin stretches across Namjoon’s face, too sweet to believe. “Okay,” he agrees, fulfills a random compulsion to smooth a strand of bleached-dry hair behind Namjoon’s ear. “Let’s go.”

이사 (Move) by The HalesNyx

tumblr prompt from anon: “Sugamon fake dating AU it could be like the end of the agreement where they realize that you know they love each other with a little background to the situation. Smut plzzz”

Namjoon hadn’t intended to hurt anyone; not himself, not even the company he was suing. More than anything, though, Namjoon had not intended to hurt Yoongi. Namjoon never wanted to hurt Yoongi, his best friend, the one aspect of his life that was hopeful and happy. But he had; he’d hurt Yoongi, hurt their friendship, hurt whatever else they could have been. Namjoon wasn’t letting Yoongi go, though, not without a fight. Not after everything.

yeah, i’m the trend (yeah, we’re the culprits) by gunhee

when the money for their mixtape runs dry, yoongi and namjoon do the only thing they can do. no, not selling organs. the other thing. it goes catastrophically, as expected.

six to nine (we’ll play the game) by gunhee

namjoon expected a lot of things when he called a sexline one night as a dare. yoongi was not one of them.

marks of my body by mintyoongee

Neither of them have gone very far from just hickeys, but now, seeing the slight purple brown that blooms from under Yoongi’s large jacket (that the cordinoonas forced him to wear to cover it up, saying the makeup wasnt enough), all Namjoon wants to do is pin his boyfriend down and make him beg for the marks, even instilling some of his own on the younger male.

Apex Predator by JemKay

An apex predator, also known as an alpha predator or apical predator, is a predator residing at the top of a food chain upon which no other creatures prey.

rocket by boozinos

Yoongi just wants to know how big Namjoon's dick is, okay.

Say You Won't Let Go. by write_the_impossible

Yoongi doesn't think that Namjoon is sexually attracted to him anymore. Namjoon sets out to prove him wrong.

adventures of parents sugamon and kids!taekook by dimpledprincejoon

25 parts of pure family fluff ^^ and a part or two with some sex

escape velocity by fatal (cumrich)

yoongi owns a bar at the end of the universe. everyone is welcome to visit but only namjoon is welcome to stay.

pat through the dark by fatal (cumrich)

the end of the school term is always hard, but luckily yoongi has namjoon.

matching your footsteps to mine by sugrpill (opinionoutpost)

There’s always a moment after a performance where Yoongi is certain all his veins and arteries are trying to vibrate out of his skin. Namjoon rides the same high as Yoongi but differently; Yoongi usually lays there, dazed and immobile, for a solid five minutes before he even thinks about washing off the stench of the venue while Namjoon jitters and fidgets, his body physically trying to work the excess adrenaline out of his system.

(In which Yoongi and Namjoon fuck to get rid of that post-show rush.)

Without You There's Nothing by syubology

Yoongi gets sick and Namjoon is Not Worrying.

First Snow by freelancejouster

Yoongi thinks snow is special. Namjoon thinks Yoongi is.

we are the ones we have been waiting for by ienveeus

‘I don’t know why you bother with the screaming Min fucking Yoongi,’ Prisoner 2872 says and Yoongi blushes at the use of his name. At the word tucked in between that he’d used so eloquently just moments before. ‘The walls are soundproof, the only person who can hear you is me. And I’m as trapped as you are.’

Or: Yoongi and Namjoon are mutants locked in adjacent cells with a hole cutting into the wall between them.

Warm Fuzzies by signifying_nothing

namjoon wants to be kind. anything he gets in return for that is just icing.

Electric Blanket (You're Warm in My Arms) by signifying_nothing

so yoongi and namjoon definitely don't have enough money to fill up the oil tank to heat the house, but they don't really need it.

Old Friend by writernumb

When Yoongi noticed that he'd received a voice message on his phone, he didn't expect that listening to it would cause him to be sitting in his favorite cafe, his foot shaking from nerves, arriving much earlier than the time they'd decided to meet. Despite himself, he reminisces, about the man he loved; his old friend.

Hoseok/Yoongi

Jung Hoseok (Is Not A Poet) by deannach_na_realtai

Jung Hoseok is not a poet. But he thinks he can recognize poetry when he sees it writhing beneath him at 3 in the morning.

i can’t hide it (i’m like this every day) by sirradel

It wasn’t like Yoongi didn’t want to tell Hoseok about what he did to make money. He wanted to tell him, he did, but the last time he had come clean about his work to a partner they left him with a few tense words and a broken heart. Hoseok was different, Yoongi knew that, but he couldn’t help his fear that Hoseok would end up leaving him just like the others.

No. It would have to wait for another day.

lil red by noonagon

“oh, my, what large eyes you have.” “all the better to see you with, my dear.”

or where yoongi and hoseok play more games

seize my careless heart by willinglywastingmytime

yoongi honestly just wanted some company. he just doesn’t understand the implications of texting his boyfriend ‘my parents are out of town, wanna come over?’

hoseok is happy to teach him.

All my days (I’ll know your face) by inkingbrushes

Something about Yoongi has Hoseok feeling like he’s fine, like he’s going to be okay. It might be nostalgia. Or it might be that he just feels at home with Yoongi.

(Or, the one where Hoseok proposes in public and Yoongi blurts out, are you out of your fucking mind?)

Update: bonus chapter (pwp, basically) added.

Take It (Off) by collisions

Fuck, Hoseok. F u c k him.

(But most importantly Hoseok needs to fuck Yoongi)

Neck Deep by MarionetteFtHJM

Yoongi just couldn’t live his life as an idol in peace. Hoseok had to barge in, sunshine radiating from his smile and fingers warm and touching places. Yoongi hated change, but this one (he hated to admit it) was a good one.

setting fires by hobitxt

hoseok’s eyes have that glint in them– the dangerous, playfully dark one that makes something hot and desperate churn in yoongi’s stomach, and his breath hitches as he quickly turns his head to the side in an attempt to hide his face, tugging ineffectively at the handcuffs that hold his arms over his head.

(or: gratuitous yoonseok smut. everything else was too inappropriate to be set as a summary.)

Single Pringle by EVOLustory

Where Yoongi owns a restaurant that is a date hot-spot and he is single and salty at all the couples streaming into his restaurant on a daily basis. Not only that, but somewhere along the way he's got himself a couple of gay regulars that won't go away. And maybe someone who makes him a little less salty at the end too. 

fives, sixes, and sevens. by cowntdown

yoongi's life is built on routines, rules, and restrictions, but there are six boys that help him cope.

(in which BTS is a six-member group, but yoongi happens to be the seventh member.)

[beware of the heavy themes, romance is minimum; it’s mostly focused on yoongi’s relationship with the band and his mental health]

Seokjin/Yoongi

No Words by strangedesires

Everyone saw their budding love, everyone but themselves.

하루만, 나는네꺼야 (Just One Day, You’re Mine) by cheesuga

It took years for Yoongi to get used to falling asleep on his feet. It takes just one day for Seokjin to turn his life upside-down.

{this is a WIP}

Tactile by novilunar

When Yoongi starts going into heat, Seokjin is just a phone call away

If You're a Snake, I'm a Snake by iamnotaprodigy

Yoongi can't believe that he ever thought Seokjin would be a Hufflepuff.

In which Yoongi and Seokjin are two different kinds of Slytherins, but they complement each other well and they wouldn't have it any other way.

The Garden of Words by miskeen

just a lazy sunday afternoon with a pair of boyfriends

(there’s no porn in this. i know it sounds like it’s going one way in the beginning but i promise there’s no top yoongi or any sex ^^’)

Jimin/Yoongi

Of Spiced Honey and Apples by tinycloverspot

One month of separation across a seemingly infinite sea and Jimin was finally back in Yoongi’s arms. Jimin was finally back home.

September by TheHalesNyx

“Three, and most annoyingly, Jimin was beautiful, and handsome, and he had the cutest smile Yoongi had ever seen. In short, Yoongi, in broad daylight, without a trace of fever in his blood, was freakishly attracted to the young alpha, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with that information.“

I’ll take care of you by prkjimin

“Can I take care of you, hyung?” The question rolls off Jimin’s tongue easily, a simple request that has Yoongi’s heart hammering in his chest and his face heating up. He can feel Jimin’s hand on his hip, pushing his sweater up higher and rubbing at the pale, exposed skin.

a.k.a soft, stressed out Yoongi ft. helpful Jimin

You’re losing your words (We’re speaking in bodies) by prkjimin

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, teeth biting into the fabric of his pillow tight enough that his jaw aches, but he’s so determined to not make a noise, refuses to embarrass himself in front of his younger group mate. His body shakes with the power it takes to keep silent.

aka that one fic where Jimin rims Yoongi.

such a fool by shrdmdnssftw

Yoongi really hopes the new neighbour doesn’t hate them. It’s not exactly quiet, a household of two twenty-something year old males, but throwing a three year old girl into the equation makes for a whole different level of noise.

Or, basically, kidfic, where Yoongi and his daughter live with Namjoon, and Jimin moves next door.

Taehyung/Yoongi

the only thing i know is you’re my baby by rapsucka

Taehyung has always needed and Yoongi has always been more than willing to give.

unnatural love by darkparadises

taehyung, an omega, encounters yoongi, a type of omega he’s never met before.

a bolt out of the blue by softnebula

Company parties fucking rock. Because, to Taehyung, it often means post-company party shenanigans.

I didn’t know that I was starving (‘til I tasted you) by eclairdeluxe

His Ma always did tell him the first meal of the day was the most crucial.

Forever by signifying_nothing

the problem with having an immortal lover is that someday you will die, and they will be alone. taehyung does not want to face the reality of this.

{there’s hinted sugakookie but no feelings, just sex}

Simple by TheOrgasmicSeke

This is Yoongi’s favorite part.

Train To Busan by TheOrgasmicSeke

One seemingly normal Friday morning in Seoul, South Korea, Min Yoongi boards a train with his son in hopes of getting to Busan so the boy can spend his fourth birthday with his mother. Things do not go exactly as planned.

Hearteyes by waterlemons

Taehyung is a mess in every sense of the word. 

Jungkook/Yoongi

because it’s a meaningless dream anyway by hakho

when chuseok comes around, the world stands still for just a moment, and yoongi and jeongguk can finally catch their breaths.

Underground Rapper!Yoongi + Idol!Jungkook = Secret Fuck Buddies (with angst)

{this is apparently a sequel but you don’t have to read the other one to get this one}

you’re everything. by makemebegin

jeongguk is a flame and yoongi doesn’t mind getting burned

something that has turned into a non linear set of one shots told in the same universe as the spark in my bonfire heart .

*not all tags apply to every chapter.

Try Hard by tobiyolo_kun

Seokjin sighed exasperatedly, stopping to fiddle with the dog tag around his neck,"What do you think he’s been doing this whole time? Bringing you snacks during work, the flirting, the extra attention? For god’s sake Yoongi, the boy brought you flowers for the apartment after I moved out! He’s not trying to annoy you, or mess with your feelings or anything like that! He’s romancing you.”

Romancing? Who even used that word anymore? What was this? The Victorian era?

(Or: Jungkook has a thing for smol grumps, and Yoongi is oblivious.)

Nightstick by vhope

Jeongguk’s phone buzzed and lit up, dredging him from his fitful sleep. The digital clock on the table announced that it was too early in the morning for it to be anything other than one of two possibilities:

Either there was a major problem at the precinct and he was needed right away, or Min Yoongi was horny.

Chocolate Isn’t Just For Eating by TheOrgasmicSeke

He could tell Yoongi was getting impatient, the man shifting his hips and glancing at him but Jungkook would use a pen if he had to because there was no way he was going to let the chance to mark up Yoongi’s beautiful back slip through his fingers.

i'll catch you by skswriting

“Hyung you kind of have to let go of the wall.”

“I’m fine right here thank you very much.”

“Hanging onto the wall isn’t roller skating hyung.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Yoongi.”

You Won’t Be Able to Take Your Eyes Off of Me by mylittlesunandstars

Jungkook kind of has a thing for Yoongi's ass. It doesn't take Yoongi long to notice. 

Polyamory

Monster Mash by TheOrgasmicSeke

Yoongi agreed to go to the party because Namjoon was his only friend and as much as he loathed to admit it, he needed more human interaction. Too bad humans weren’t exactly what he was about to get.

[maknae line/yoongi]

Break my bed (to make me wanna stay) by eclairdeluxe

Yoongi wants to try something new.

[taegikook]

In The Mood For Love by TheOrgasmicSeke

They didn’t need spoken words. They rarely did. Yoongi’s lips left enough words spread out in Jungkook’s skin and the soft appreciative noises the younger made were the only answers Yoongi would ever need.

[yoonminkook]

side note: the series is not strictly bottom yoongi but you can read this as a stand alone and the sex is only between sugakookie

The Boy In The Red Hood by Theawinde

When Yoongi escapes into the forest to get away from his bullies, he finds something he doesn't expect that changes his life forever.

[wip]

[taesobi]

'안녕’ (Hello) by sugadeprived

Hoseok woke up in an unusual Sunday morning.

[rapper line]

seems like it was just yesterday (we grew up a lot) by sugastruck

“you wound me, joonie,” hoseok gasps, that fucking smirk still plastered on his face, “i thought we were friends.” it hurts more than namjoon will ever admit and he grits his teeth. “yeah. were, not are. friends don't abandon each other without so much as a warning. or a goodbye.”

or

the story of how min yoongi, kim namjoon and jung hoseok grew up together, fell apart, and everything in between.

[rapper line]

Unconventional (but baby it works) by PhantomFlutist

Yoongi and Seokjin had a weird dynamic, but it worked for them. Until Yoongi met Namjoon, which threw a wrench in things in a really big way.

[namgijin]

we’re yours, you’re ours by strangedesires

“But if you all want me, then who am I to deny you of what you want?”

[everyone/yoongi]

Bonus: 

Vasco/Yoongi

(i’m not super familiar with vasco, an underground rapper, but these are so wonderfully written TT there’s an age difference since he’s in his 30s)

this is mine (like everything else) by fallingmin

yoongi just wants vasco to pay attention to him.

there is no denying (your kisses keep me flying) by house_laurie

Vasco always knows how to make Yoongi feel good.

the little things by house_laurie

“My son wants to meet you.”

puppy love by house_laurie

Person A and person B go out to walk their puppy. They play with their puppy in the park until the puppy gets tired. They lay down in the grass and person A starts falling asleep beside person B. Person B kisses person A and falls asleep on person A’s shoulder.

Bonus: The puppy falls asleep on both of them and everyone is happy.

whew i’m done! took forever bc i kept getting distracted and reading some of these again

one day i’ll make a real rec list

again, PLEASE READ THE TAGS for your own comfort

enjoy!

[craniumaniac-moved]

【 night of the lockdown . 】✘

a discord rp ft. @tender--age--in--plume​

This roleplay is set during the night of the Po Town lockdown put into effect by Plumeria after a bomb threat. The threat was a result of the events that took place the previous night when Rico ( @komala-scientist ) purposefully baited Guzma to beat him up. Warning: It’s long, took us over 12 hours to get done, and it’s emotional.

Mercifully, things have begun to quiet down. Shady House is fuller even than usual, with many team members having chosen to stay in the main house due to the lockdown rather than overflowing into the surrounding houses as is typical. The beds are packed and many have piled up on the floor like dogs. Plumeria doesn't mind, She likes knowing exactly where everyone is, especially at a time like this. Unable to sleep, she laps around the mansion and checks in again and again. Eventually her travels lead her to the Throne Room; she hesitates with her hand on the knob for a moment before sighing and letting herself in. "Hey, G."

While it may have been a hectic day for everybody else, it had been a quiet one for the Skull Boss. Holed up in his room and not communicating with anyone, he napped, he snacked, he drank, he smoked, he watched porn, and he played some GTA and even some Pokemon Crossing. Currently, he sat on his bed, a drawing pad open in front of him, many colored pencils scattered around him, and a bottle of gin nestled between his legs. He's surprised when she comes in, looking up with a small gasp. She'd been keeping him updated professionally, but other than that he didn't think she wanted anything to do with him currently. This mess was all kind of his doing ( but mostly Rico’s, as he would strongly argue ), although he wasn't taking it very seriously himself. He considered the entire series of events to be completely stupid, to put it frankly. "Hey, P. Sup."

There's a little pause as she notes his relaxed posture, a hint of resentment welling in her. The door closes behind her and she folds her arms, regarding him with a cool gaze. "Have a nice night?"

He shrugs, looking back down to his drawing pad to continue coloring something in. "I guess... Just tryin'a keep chill."

A small sigh ... she approaches the bed and comes to sit next to him.

He's quiet for a little bit as he puts the finishing touches on a Scolipede doodle. When he's done, he decides a big swig of his drink is overdue, still finding it hard to look at her. "How're you doin'...?"

"Shitty," she replies honestly, leaning over to slump against him. "Long night. Think shit's coolin' down now though."

"Ya prolly deserve some good sleep, y'know..." Another swig.

"Maybe ... was worried about you, though." She glancing at the sketchbook. "Guess maybe I shouldn't'a been ... looks like you ain't been much bothered."

"Oh, 'm bothered, that's fo'sure." He reaches to flip to the next blank page in the sketchbook, starting to think of what to draw next. "But I ain't scared."

There comes a small huff through her nose. "You ain't scared'a nothin'."

"Well... guess 'm lyin' a lil bit. I'm scared'a you bein' upset wit' me..."

Silence, for a few moments. "...I ain't very happy right now, that's for sure. But ... I dunno. I ain't really pissed at you."

In those few moments, he grabs a black colored pencil and nearly puts it to the paper multiple times before he realizes he can't draw with someone watching, not even Plumeria. A sigh. He closes the sketchbook and starts to bundle up the pencils. "I'unno what ya want me to do. I didn' fuckin' do nothin' wrong..."

Sighing deeply, she leans back against the headboard. "I know. I was pissed at you for not tryin' and then you tried and Rico went and fucked shit up. I just ... I dunno why you couldn't both try make it work for me. When one'a you was tryin' the other one was makin' shit hard and then you switched places. I was real excited when I thought shit might actually be okay ... I wanted it so bad. More then I ever wanted anything. And now it's all shit."

"Yo I fuckin' learned from my mistake before, s'why I was tryin' to try last night. Rico's a fuckin' idiot t'not go 'long wit' it." He flops his art supplies to the floor next to the bed, stretching out his legs and leaning back with her, gulping down some drink as he does so. "I knew you'd be real excited. I was, too. Not really to be his friend or nothin' but I knew it'd make ya happy... n' proud'a me. I was real proud'a myself, steppin' back 'fore I dove in givin' him a hard time, instead decidin' on tryin'a relate to him somehow. Even if it was just our fuckin' birthdays bein' around Halloween." A pause. "Yeah. It is all shit. I'm real, real sorry, Plumes. He's not gettin' another chance wit' me after pullin' that shit on me..."

She anticipated that, but it's still painful to hear. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, resting her forehead against the backs of her knees. "I know."

But wait, there's more. The kingpin's about to go on a tipsy ramble. "He fuckin' used me, Plumeria. Asshole was thinkin', 'Hurr durr I wanna get hurt 'cause boohoo I hate me! I know what I can do! I can go make the big dumb thug get mad! I'll take advantage 'a how easy it is to piss him off 'cause he's so stupid! Insert some random ass gibberish ain't nobody got time for! And fuck Plumeria's feelin's to hell 'cause obviously I don't give a shit about her!' Arceus damn!" A deep breath. He's clutching the neck of the gin bottle so tightly his hand is trembling and his knuckles are white. "Ya tol' me to shut up earlier when I was tryin'a say this, but you keepin' close to him got me real worried."

As he speaks, she closes her eyes. Okay, Melia. Keep it together. Slowly, gradually, she unwinds, stretching her legs back out and sitting up to square her shoulders. How stupid of her to think that coming to him would give her a soft place to land. "Yeah, well. I wouldn't be who I am if I gave up on every person who hurt me," she replies stiffly.

Finally, he turns his head to look at her. "You tryin'a hold on like he's family, but he ain't yo' family, Plumeria. That's me, that's all'a Skull, that's Tutu n' anybody else you close wit' who don't fuck wit' us like T n' even Hyde. I been fucked wit' by Rico, so's T."

"You tellin' me you want me cut him out?"

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, becoming distressed. "I can't control what ya do. Jus' don't be fuckin' disappointed in me for not acceptin' him like he's part'a the fam."

Time passes. At last, a slow nod. "I understand." She's still not looking at him.

And he looks away. Hugging the bottle close to his stomach with one hand, his other hand covers his eyes as he hunches over. "I'm sorry..."

Her eyes snap closed again. "I'm sorry, too."

"You still gonna be disappointed in me, aren't ya?" Shuddering sigh. "Dammit, I was so proud 'a me, Plume, I really was... Couldn't wait for you bein' proud 'a me, too..."

"I ain't disappointed in you, G. I'm just ... disappointed. I really wanted this, and I--thought I could trust him." Her voice breaks.

He sits up, places his bottle on the floor and scoots himself over to her, arms slipping around her for a Komala hug. "It's gonna be aight, y'know..."

The moment he touches her ... she breaks. It starts with a sharp, haggard gasp and a flinch, her eyes shutting tight as her body tenses up, and then continues with ugly, shuddering sobs that wrack her body.

Although it's not something he has never experienced with her before, the reaction admittedly startles him. He doesn't know whether to stop or to hold on tighter, so he simply loosens his grip for the time being. "Plumes...! Shhh... I got ya, Plumes...," he attempts to soothe.

She grips his arms around her tightly as though to keep him from slipping away, squeezing, gulping down deep, wet breaths until she calms down enough to speak. "...Sorry."

Since she seems to want him to continue holding, he squeezes and he doesn't stop, rocking her back and forth slightly. "That's okay, P. Just let out what ya need to. G's here for ya."

"I'm––s–so–––fuckin'–––tired..." She chokes, gritting her teeth hard as she tries to swallow down the fresh wave.

"C'mon, let's put ya to bed then? You been workin' real hard today..." He doesn't quite get it.

"No...not tired like that. Tired of this." She sniffs wetly, lifting a hand to swipe at the tears that have fallen.

"Oh..." He lovingly kisses her cheek and the edge of her jaw, hoping to further comfort her. "I still don't quite get what ya mean... What's 'this' exactly...?"

She stammers, then takes a big, shaky breath. "I just...spent all day...talkin' to the fam, textin' with Aether, dealin' with people wanna kill you, makin' sure everybody safe, dealin' with Nanu...and you been in here drawin'. 'Cause you think it's all stupid. Well, maybe it's stupid for you...maybe this all real fuckin' easy for you...but it ain't easy for me. It's hard. I never signed up for do this all alone. You s'posed'a have my back." A ragged breath. "Maybe...maybe you don't even care. Maybe this all sounds like more bullshit 'cause you don't think you did nothin' wrong...like that makes it better...like that means less fallout for me. Well--at least you got somethin' you wanted outta it all." She sighs. "I stayed home."

His mouth falls open and slowly and unsurely... he lets go of her. Maybe he deserved it, but that really, really wounded him. "Nobody came t' me 'bout anything...," he says weakly. "An' I didn't come to nobody 'bout anything neither 'cause I felt like I'd fuck it up. I'd get mad we was even havin' to deal with this stupid shit Rico's dumb friends brought on us 'cause they ain't know shit, 'cause he can't fuckin' make it clear he asked for it, makin' me out to be all fuckin' wrong when I—" Deep breath. He doesn't want to get off track. "Plumes... I'm real thankful ya stayed home... real thankful for all the shit you done today... been wantin' to talk to ya but I thought you was still too mad at me..." Suddenly standing from the bed, he begins pacing the room to help expend some of his newfound anxious energy before he possibly cracks, pulling at his hair.

Her eyes follow him. When he stands she wraps her arms around herself and draws a deep breath. "I know...I know." Her eyes slip shut. "I don't..." Fuck it, Melia. He doesn't understand. He gonna think me stupid. Trust him. "I don't wanna lose my dad. Again." She winces, bracing herself as though for impact.

He stops his pacing and just stares at her, hands still gripping his hair, but the tenseness in his posture goes limp with a heavy exhale. "Plumes... He ain't your dad. Even if he was he ain't been a good one, 'specially not that I ever seen."

"No...you ain't ever seen it. And you never asked, either." Her face is expressionless.

"What's'at s'posed to mean...?"

"Just ... there's more to it than you ever saw. There's more to it than I ever told you. You actin' like you got all the information ... and you don't."

He lowers himself to the floor, sitting and curling into a ball in the middle of the room. "I try stay outta yo' business like'at...," he mutters. "And... look... I been there, done that havin' a father in my life n' it's jus' not somethin' I think's worth it. Hard for me t' get, hard to want to. But if there was stuff ya wanna tell me I'd'a listened..."

Slowly, she sinks to the ground and crawls over to settle down beside him, hesitantly lifting a hand to gently stroke his back. "I... never really thought you wanted for hear it. Maybe I could'a prevented all this if I been more honest with you." She sighs. "I know it ain't a topic you got good feelin's about, but ... I dunno. It's important for me. Was important for me ... still is important for me. Just ... I guess maybe I gotta make a choice now." She bites her lip. "Nothin' I want for myself can be more important than my fam ... no matter how bad I want it."

"What options you think you got...?" His head is lifted and he turns toward her. Selfishly, he'd want her to cut Rico out. The things the man has done around him and said to him about his family—their family—are unforgivable, really. But if he is truly a father figure to her who makes her happy, Guzma doesn't want her heart broken... He'll try his best to accept whatever she chooses.

"That's the thing, G. I dunno if I got an option."

"Well then I mean what're you thinkin'...?" He uncurls himself from the position he was in and once again puts his arms around her.

"I'm thinkin'..." Deep sigh. She shuts her eyes and stiffens, refusing to lean into his embrace—not out of anger, but because she needs herself to be strong at the moment. "I'm thinkin' I been puttin' my own needs ahead'a my fam too long. If it gotta come down between him and their safety... it's gotta be them."

Guzma gives a nod. "My opinion's prolly obvious, but I do think that's smart thinkin'..."

So ... that's it. She goes stone silent and still.

"I'm... sorry. I don't want you hurtin'..."

"It don't matter." She stands. "You okay?"

"Yes it fuckin' does matter." He stands as well, letting her slip out of his arms and ignoring her question.

"G... don't."

"Don't what?!"

"Don't make this harder for me."

A big sigh. "Aight. Fine. I'll shut up."

"'M doin' what you want and what's best for the fam. You ought'a be happy." She pauses and drops her gaze, glancing towards the door. "So should I."

"I mean, I guess, yeah... but still hurts seein' you hurtin'. Always will."

"Yeah, well ... I had my chance. I fucked it up." Her words are cold--not cold like ice, but cold like a corpse.

"You didn't fuck up nothin'."

"Yeah. I did."

He crosses his arms and looks away, not wanting to argue anymore.

Silence.

"I love you. Missed ya lately, too..." His gaze is still averted.

"...I love you, too."

He looks at her with a tiny smile.

He does not receive one in kind. "You need me tonight, G?"

Swallow. Noticing she doesn't smile back, he loses his. "Uhm..." He shakes his head. A lie.

"I'm gonna need a couple hours off-base. I wanna tell him in person." She doesn't meet his eye.

"...'Kay."

Anguish.

"What is it, P? If you done here, if ya don't need me, ya can go on..."

She shakes her head. "Ain't about not needin' you. You know that, yeah?"

Nod. "Uh-huh. So what you still here for?"

"Nothin', I guess." She doesn't move.

He just stands there, looking at her with a subtle glare.

...Sigh. "A'ight. Later, G." Finally, she turns to go.

He almost stops her, wishing he could give her a quick kiss, but is afraid she'll reject it after how the past few days have gone. "Lemme know how shit goes. I'll be awake, I'll be here for ya."

There's a brief pause in the doorway. "...I know. Thanks, Guzma." She doesn't look back. The door closes behind her.

He sighs, finding his unfinished bottle of liquor to continue nursing the thing, and places himself on his throne so his bed doesn't tempt him to pass out.

[musicalsandmayhemandmurderohmy]

New Beginnings - Chapter 2 - Sprace and Newsbians Modern AU

Apologies if this chapter is a bit disjointed, half of it was written either on the way to Limerick or in a random theatre in Limerick, soo yeah! Before I hand you over to The Characters, thanks to my lil sis @knivesandsarcasm for proofreading this, at least to some degree, ANYWAY, enjoy! *********************

“What are they like?”

Davey sighed, taking his eyes off the road to glance at his sister. To anyone else, she would have looked perfectly calm, but he could see by how she was holding herself that she was nervous. Her shoulders were ever so slightly tense, her back gently curved, as though she was slowly beginning to retreat into herself. “Relax”, Davey said reassuring. “They’ll love you. They’ve met me, they’ve met Les, they’ve been dying to meet you. Plus, who wouldn’t love you?”

Sarah looked at her brother, smiling. Nobody knew how to make the sun shine quite like Davey. “Of course, the rum will help”, he added playfully as he eased the car into a space.

Crutchie opened the door for them in his wheelchair, a tray of buns balanced on his lap and a broad smile breaking out across his face when he saw Sarah. “Hi! You must be Sarah - you can call me Crutchie!” he remarked brightly, offering her his hand. “Davey here talks about you all the time. Ballet is your thing, right? You’ll like Specs and Romeo then, I think. Anyway! You ever played twenty-five?” Sarah shook her head with a smile. “No, I’m afraid I’ve never heard of it”, she murmured softly. Crutchie laughed. “A quiet Jacobs? Pigs do fly! Alright, well while everyone is still setting up and before I get too tipsy, I’ll show you. Follow me!” he exclaims, handing the buns to Davey before shooting off towards the corner. Davey shoots Sarah a reassuring smile before heading towards the kitchen with the buns and alcohol. See? It’s not so bad, she can almost hear Davey think.

“ Right, so, twenty-five. We play it in teams so if you don’t understand all the rules it’s okay, half of us don’t either. Davey’s probably drawing up the teams at the moment - he’s too clumsy for anything else and nobody else likes that job - but he’ll hopefully put you with Spot, see the guy moving the couch- the one closest to the window? That’s him”. Sarah glanced over at the boy Crutchie was pointing at. “He’s kinda intimidating”, he continued, mirroring Sarah’s thoughts. “Don’t let ol’ Spotty fool you though - his bark is worse than his bite. Just as long as you don’t call him that to his face”. Sarah nodded and bit her lip. Hopefully what Crutchie had said was true.

Katherine Plumber was in the bath when the noises started. She hadn’t been able to get her current assignment for the Sun off her mind, and the bath was her way of relaxing and forgetting about all the things that stressed her out. Or at least, it had been, until her upstairs neighbours had begun to drastically rearrange their apartment, complete with scraping, banging, and an excess of shouting, laughter and loud footsteps. She sighed in frustration as another chorus of squeaks and creaks began in earnest. Today was only her first day in the new apartment, and she could already sense that her relationship with the people upstairs was not going to be a good one. Cursing to herself, she pulled the plug and wrapped herself in a towel, her peaceful mood shattered. “I suppose I’d best finish that bloody story”, she muttered to herself.

An hour later, she found herself staring emptily at a couple of lengthy, garbled paragraphs, a forgotten mug of coffee rapidly cooling beside her. The noise from upstairs had been getting rapidly louder, until it had filled her head, pushing out any chance of the quality reporting she had so long aspired to produce. Sighing, she stood up and stretched. A good sleep was needed, and then she could finish the story in the morning.

BANG!

Katherine gasped, shooting upwards before she could stop herself. A raucous cackle rang out from above her, before being replaced by a loud hum of conversation. Squinting bleary, Katherine glanced at her alarm clock’s neon display. “Two forty seven? You are fucking joking!” she hissed dangerously. Party or not, she for one had work in the morning, and she’d even damned if a ragtag gang of raggamuffins were going to steal her sleep. Swinging herself out of bed, she pulled on a robe and picked her way through the darkness to the stairs. Those boys would be sorry they’d ever messed with Katherine Plumber. She cursed as her feet found the splinters in the stairs, adding to her anger. Raising her fist she banged forcefully on their front door.

Sarah laughed as Crutchie laid down the last of yet another bum hand. A moan went up around the group. He was more than tipsy by now - not that it had taken him very long - and his hands had been getting worse and worse. Even Spot’s face betrayed a flicker of a grin as he raked in yet another small mountain of coins and wrinkled dollar bills for her to divide up between them. “How ‘bout we split it sixty-forty, on account of me being the expert player?” Spot muttered mischievously to her. She laughed and tipped their winnings into a jam jar. The maths could wait til later. Another wave of laughter rose up in the apartment at Race berating his teammate. C'mon Crutchie, man up! We can let my boyfriend and the newbie beat us, we’re meant to be old pros! Carry on like this and we’ll - we’ll be cooking breakfast for everyone in the morning!“ Sarah smiled as she looked around the room at the circle of seemingly unlikely friends.

There were Specs and Romeo, who’d accosted her in the kitchen, eager to share their love of theatre with her. “You do ballet like us as well!” Specs had exclaimed. “Do you know how rare that is? We never have someone to fanboy over theatre with, but especially not ballet!”

There was Mush, who had weakly opposed the “no-couples-on-the-same-team” rule and was now making eyes at Blink, who was quietly but effectively replacing his cards with substitutes from his boot.

Jack, the joker, always protesting that the deck was rigged against him, who’d been gently teasing everyone, even her, since he’d gotten there. Despite his flirtatious nature, it was clear he had eyes only for Crutchie, who despite being on the other team was nestled cosily on the floor next to Jack, his wheelchair abandoned in the corner. “I’ve always preferred just using crutches, but for long distances, well, I can’t really handle them too well with the gimp leg”, he’d grinned toothily by way of explanation.

Race and Spot, the hosts, both quietly hospitable. Race was the more outgoing of the two, the twinkle in his eye as constant as the cigar in his mouth. Spot was also smoking, but Sarah could sense that he craved something more. Every so often, his fingers would begin tapping the floor subtly, in a frantic but almost imperceptible rhythm. She saw Race reach over and give his hand a quiet squeeze. Davey caught her eye from across the circle and shook his head gently at her. Don’t look the gesture seemed almost to say. Sarah understood what he meant - Spot was a deeply private person, even she could see that, and his and Race’s affection towards each other seemed the same - subtle enough that you’d miss them if you weren’t observant, but deeply loving all the same.

It may have been the warm glow of alcohol she felt talking, but the atmosphere in the room felt more like a family - a family that tonight, she felt like a part of. There was something wonderful about how relaxed it was - this was a place she knew she could be herself. It was different to college, where sometimes socialising felt like a test, or even the Academy, where the competition to be the best could dominate friendships and alienate quieter girls like her. This felt more like a save haven, the ten of them protected from the rest of the world, at least for one night.

A loud bang snapped her out of her reverie. She turned to see Blink sprawled on the ground, his mouth stretched in a comical “O” of surprise. Jack shrieked with happiness. “You see?” he cried, pointing at the cards sticking up over Blink’s sock. “I KNEW he was cheating! Nobody gets dealt that many trumps!” Blink gasped in mock horror. “They’re there for safekeeping! Plus, you tripped me! An unarmed man! If you weren’t already on the floor, I’d soak you clean into it!”

Sarah laughed as the boys descended rapidly into a swell of bickering. Her brother, ever the peacemaker, was trying in vain to establish some sort of order. Her eyes were drawn to Crutchie, who was banging his crutch on the ground with a grin. “Order in the court, the judge is eating beans!” he sang gaily, apparently floating above the melee next to him. It was Davey who heard the knock first, his head snapping to the door. “Hey! Open up!” The noise in the apartment died suddenly, being replaced with an atmosphere of subdued hostility. Whoever was knocking on their door at almost three in the morning they were unlikely to be good news, and even more unlikely to be welcomed warmly.

Spot glance around the apartment. Nobody looked particularly joyful at the prospect of opening the door. He sighed and rose slowly to his feet. It was, he supposed fair that he dealt with whoever the hell this was - after all, it was his door they’d come knocking on.

Katherine’s speech all but dried up when the door opened. There she stood in nothing but her nightrobe, in front of at least a dozen tall, slightly drunk, and quite noticeably hostile boys. Scarier yet however was the boy who’d answered her knocking. “Who the hell are you?!” he snapped, sharp enough to make her flinch. Katherine stood silently, taken aback. “Do we have a problem?” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His eyes bored into her, pinning her to the wall behind her. She licked her lips nervously. “Only, we were in the process of enjoying our card game, so if you’d like to spit it out…” He raised one eyebrow. “Yes, well um, I just… Wanted to say hi, and…” Katherine took a deep breath; it was now or never. “I don’t know about all of you but I actually have somewhere to be in the morning - early - and I do not need to have you pack of-of hoodlums upstairs fucking around until who knows what hour keeping everyone in the building awake and-”

“We’re the only ones in the building”, he interrupted. “What? No you’re not!” Katherine exclaimed, flustered. The boy looked her coolly up and down. “Who are you?” he asked bluntly. “I - Katherine. Plumber. Your downstairs neighbour, commencing yesterday”. To her surprise, he spat on his hand and offered it to her. “Conlon. Right, well we’ll try keep it down. No need to go calling us hoodlums lady. Is that everything?” he said, never breaking eye contact with her as he shook her hand. Katherine squirmed under his glare, suddenly desperate to be anywhere but here. “Yup!” she squeaked, feeling the blood rise to her cheeks. Without a word, the boy turned on his heel, the door swinging shut behind him. For possibly the first time in her life, Katherine was lost for words. She stood before the closed door, unable to believe what had just happened. That asshole! He hadn’t even apologised! And spitting on his hand - who even did that anymore! Without thinking, Katherine let out a shriek of frustration and stamped her foot - probably a little too hard for someone in their bare feet. Cheeks burning once again, she fled back down the ancient staircase to her own apartment, painfully conscious of the laughs and jeers coming from the apartment above her.

Spot felt a pair of arms wrap gently around his waist. “I think you might have been a bit harsh on her there babe”, Race murmured in his ear. Spot shrugged and turned to face his boyfriend. “Maybe”, he admitted, leaning in closer. “I guess I’m just craving. I’ll talk to her when I’m in a better mood.”

Race nodded and nuzzled his head against Spot’s shoulder, his hand snaking down his back until he found what he was looking for in Spot’s pocket. “Here”, he whispered, lighting Spot another cigarette. He knew that they were a crutch, sure, but they were better than the alternative.

I need some fucking coffee, Spot thought, opening his eyes. If he squinted, he could just about make out the clock in the slice of artificial amber slanting in through the windows. Ten to five. Yup, coffee time, he decided, picking his way across the sleeping bodies sprawled on his living room floor. He paused briefly at the kitchen door to look back at Race. A loving smile slowly transformed his face as Race frowned a little and pulled the blanket up to his chin, muttering something softly in his sleep before rolling over. A sudden surge of protectiveness swelled through Spot’s body, strong enough to take his breath away. So this is what all those songs are about, he mused. Huh, no wonder they’re so freaking popular.

Race woke up cold, the body that had been beside him now nothing more than a memory of warmth on the wood. From the kitchen, he heard a click! as the kettle boiled. Wrapping the blanket tightly around himself like a second skin, he shuffled towards the light. Sure enough, Spot stood facing the wall, silhouetted against the light of the small lamp. Race smiled gently as Spot slurped noisily from his mug and released a sigh of fulfillment, oblivious to Race behind him. “Head in the game.. Head in the game… Getcha getcha getcha getcha head in the game”, he muttered, his hips swaying ever so slightly. A quick peal of laughter escaped Race’s lips before his hand stifled them abruptly, but it was too late. Spot whirled around, eyes wide, his coffee splashing onto his bare wrist. “Oh God, I’m so sorry! ” Race exclaimed, running to grab a towel. Spot hastily wiped his hand on his trousers. “It’s fine, honestly”, he said in a low voice, catching his boyfriend with one arm and sipping his coffee with the other. “Look at you, all rolled up like a lil burrito, what woke you up?” he joked, standing ever so slightly on his toes - not that he’d admit to it - to plant a kiss on Racetrack’s jaw. “Shave, hipster”, he muttered, resting his head on the other boy’s shoulder. Race sighed and wrapped the blanket around the two of them as Spot set his coffee down on the counter. They stood like that, one form with two heads resting gently on each other’s shoulders, for what seemed like an eternity. Moments like these were rare, which made them all the more precious. Spot felt a breath against his ear. “What was that?” he said quietly, raising his head slightly. “I said, why were you singing high school musical at five a.m.?”, Race whispered mischievously. He yelped as Spot’s hand made sharp contact with his rear. “Mmmm, kinky”, he breathed, waggling his eyebrows. Spot snorted. “Crutchie’s had it going around me head all night. Even with that cheery bastard asleep I can still hear him singing it”, he grumbled, an Irish lilt fighting to break through his second-generation Brookelyn twang. Race chuckled and booped Spot playfully on the nose, before his eyes rounded with seriousness. “There’s that lovely accent again, what’s bothering you love?”

Spot sighed heavily, his small frame crumpling against Race’s reassuring solidity. “I guess I should tell you… I’m trying to quit.” He stared up into Race’s eyes, seeing the realisation dawning. Even though Race had never actually said so, Spot had known for a long time that his marijuana use was not something Race approved of - the only reason he put up with it was because he knew Spot’s history and he knew how much worse it could be.

“You’re… Stopping weed?” he murmured, trying to hide his astonishment. It was something he’d learned to live with when him and Spot had started dating, but he still wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. “Yeah”, Spot replied, hopping up onto the counter and pulling Race closer to him. “I mean, I’ll try… I’m not going to promise it’ll work but….for you, I’ll try. Just…” Spot gulped and continued. “I’ve tried it before and I’ve never been able to do it, so… I’m going to warn you now, I don’t want it to happen but if-if I don’t manage to quit… I don’t want you around me.” His words hit Race like a punch to the stomach, his air leaving his lungs in one hurt gasp. “You don’t mean….” Spot shook his head violently and shuddered. “No, God no. I’m not good at this feelings thing. What I mean is…I want what’s best for you. I want you to be happy. I want you to be successful. I want you to have a future, a good one. And let’s face it, Stoner Spot, right now, is going nowhere fast, and we both know why. I want you to have everything you can, and someone who can give you everything you deserve, because I can’t -”. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He drew a shaky breath and looked Race deep in the eyes. “I guess what I mean is… You hear all these people talking about stuff like… Like love and shit. And I always thought they were gone nuts. But now… I think- I know- Racetrack Higgins, I am in love with you.”

Race stared, gobsmacked, back at Spot for several seconds. No way had he expected the great Spot Conlon to be the first to say I love you. Spot chewed his lip nervously, worried he’d gone too far. “I- oh Spot, you fool!” he cried. Spot’s heart dropped. “Don’t you… Don’t you know how much you mean to me? You are everything I’ve ever wanted, you are my future and my happiness and just plain mine he said fiercely. “And I love you the world over!” he continued. Spot breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I’ve waited a long time to hear that”, Race murmured gently in his ear, “and an even longer time to say it”.

[monstergen]

My first time at Sleep No More 1/9/17

So I FINALLY got a chance to see Sleep No More, a little over a year after finding out about it. (I’m late, I know!)

I checked in to the McKittrick with my cousin, who was visiting NYC for the first time since she was a kid - and I’m so glad I went with her, because we had an AMAZING time! Great way to bond with your relatives, honestly.

Not gonna lie, I did spoil a few things for myself before going in - which I regret, but at the same time don’t? I feel like there was really no way to prepare for being deposited into five floors of confusing darkness with eerie music constantly playing in the background.

I was incredibly disoriented when I got off the elevator. It was dark as hell, and my glasses + mask combo wasn’t doing anything to help. We were so lost - we got in late, for starters - around what I want to say was 7:40, so we spent what was left of the first loop and the beginning of the second loop just wandering the hotel following random characters we happened to pass by. I was incredibly jittery, a little tipsy, and pretty high on adrenaline. I just wanted to run all over the hotel and see everything, but I knew that if I did that I’d end up missing the whole story. (I’ll save that for my next visit!)

Originally, our aunt, a McKittrick resident, had told us that if we split up, to give ourselves 30 minutes to wander before meeting up in the bar. However, we ended up forgoing that plan, and split up while watching one actor shaving another. (Still not sure which characters they were, I think one was Duncan???) I felt way too hyper to stand around for too long, so we parted ways - even though we ended up bumping into each other plenty of times during the night anyways.

Honestly, I was so confused with the loops, since I didn’t have a watch on, and I didn’t think it would be very polite to take out my phone and check the time. Please forgive me if what I’m about to say is totally out of order, with two days to try and collect my memories I still couldn’t manage to put them on a timeline.

I THINK I came across Macbeth when he was killing Duncan. From there I followed him for a while (I think???). I remember seeing him and Lady Macbeth do the whole fight/bathtub scene - from there I may have followed Macbeth to the rave?

After the rave, pretty sure I followed the Boy Witch, because I know I saw him go into the shower twice, but after that I ended up following Macbeth and Lady Macbeth to the banquet, somehow (Like I said, my memories are a mess and I have no idea where on the timeline everything was).

For what was the final loop, I watched Macbeth and Banquo reset, then came across the Boy Witch and followed him the rest of the way. I’d heard from a friend that he had REALLY SICK performances, WHICH HE DID. I’m honestly still in awe at these performers... I seriously thought they were going to hurt themselves/each other at many points.

I guess the Boy Witch started noticing I had been following him, so he had little interactions with me, I took his jacket off before his fight/dance with the p..o..r..t..e..r???? (Still got no clue) and he had me put his shirt on for him after I watched him shower (Sounds weird to say) for the second time that night. (He didn’t have anyone dress him for the first shower, so I felt a lil special.) Besides those, just little moments of intense eye contact and a wink. Man, does that heavy eyeliner make people’s eyes pop!

I didn’t get any of the fabled 1:1′s, but I don’t feel too bad about it - I really just wanted to experience as much of the story as I could.

All in all, Sleep No More was 300x worth all the hype it gets. My sister and her husband want to go with me, my friends all want to go as well, and my cousin wants to visit again before she heads home. Looks like I might become a McKittrick resident yet.

Anyways, any help with placing my jumbled up memories on a timeline would be awesome!!

[platonicreaderinserts-blog]

Tres Horny Boys BFF’s Headcanons

Just to clarify, these are headcanons of what it would be like for you, the reader, to be best friends with one of the Tres Horny Boys. Also, there’s a special little bonus if you stick around to the end~

With that, I hope y’all enjoy!

Taako Taaco

-        Expect pop culture references that you may or may not understand. Who the hell is Angela Lansbury?

-        He will give you cooking lessons if you wheedle him into it, but be warned; He is not going to pull his punches. Prepare for critical Taako. The way he sees it, you’re not getting any better if he doesn’t call you out on your mistakes.

-        “You know the snails for that escargot are already dead, right? You don’t need to put that much salt in there, my man.”

-        Having said that, he’ll try to be helpful. Between all the “my dude’s” and wizardly shit going on, there’s the really sound advice of a years-experienced professional

-        Hangouts with Taako can… vary, in their nature. Sometimes you’ll watch a cheesy/crappy flick just to make fun of it, other times you’ll end up going out to a bar and the night will end with the two of you fighting off a dire bear. (Though according to him, “That only happened once, and it was because you thought you could out-drink a man twice your size in that gross dingy bar. That was so not on me.”)

-        He’s not always explicit with things like fears, insecurities, etc. He’s a chill guy, and he tries not to let all that biz get him down, y’know? But when things like that do happen to him, he’s secretly glad that you have his back and are ready to listen.

-        Having said that, he’ll listen if you’ve got some baggage to unload, too, but it’s only when you’ve been friends for a while that he starts to really let his guard down around you.

-        When you first met him, he tried to swindle you out of your valuables at least once.

-        You can roll to see if he succeeded.

-        As you got closer to him, you’ve slowly realized that he will do what he damn well pleases and no amount of “Taako! Behave yourself!” will change his mind.

-        Homeboy here will lowkey accept any juicy gossip about the Bureau that you have to offer. Just ‘cause his private life is nobody’s business doesn’t mean that he won’t indulge in some free entertainment, ya dig?

-        He’s not a hugger. If you’re the really touchy-feely type he’ll probably peel your arms off of him and tell you to “Keep your hands off the merchandise.”

Merle Hightower Highchurch

-        Moldy oldie

-        Don’t expect any barhopping or amusement park trips with this guy; he’s got enough excitement just doing his job for the Bureau.

-        Do expect personal stories about his life because we all know how much Merle loved that wedding ring around his neck, right? God, he just never shut up about it, the sentimental old fool. Classic Merle right there.

-        Nah, but seriously; don’t expect him to mention much of anything about his old family. If you try to snoop, you’ll probably get the Angus treatment. Maybe with less death threats; you are best friends after all.

-        Helping him babysit Magnus, who is arguably Merle’s other unruly son, is also an inevitable fate

-        As a general note: If you are the “Mom Friend”, and you’re hanging out with the Tres Horny Boys on the regular… I pity your soul. And your blood pressure. At least you manage to help Merle out sometimes.

-        He can give decent advice to calm a person down, or just bring them back down to earth. Although there’s about a 50/50 chance his advice is terrible. Viewer discretion is advised.

-        But for the love of all that is pure and holy do not ask him about romance; he doesn’t know it, he isn’t good at it, he knows that he isn’t good at it… He’ll try his best if you insist on asking him, but, geez, isn’t this a better question for say, Carey and Killian?

-        10/10 Grampa friend; read books and watch the fantasy football game with this small old man.

-        If you’re on the more mature side yourself, you’ll likely end up hanging out with him and Lucretia at some point. Sit back, sip some wine, and talk about the state of affairs of the BoB for a while.

-        You will want to braid his beard. The answer will always be no.

-        You are one of the rare few who has witnessed Tipsy Merle™; If you’ve never seen a dwarf get sloshed and then try to waddle his way home, complaining of a sore back and bad knees and how the stupid ground is too close to his face every time he falls down, only to stop in front of his door and be unable to get the damn thing open, then lemme tell you; It is truly a spectacle for the senses.

Magnus Burnsides

-        Cuddle puddles with Mags are the best things. This giant ruff boi is fantastic at making you feel safe and sound.

-        Sparring matches are probs a common pastime between the two of you.

-        If you feel weak, and want to really learn how to fight and defend yourself, Magnus is ready to teach you in a heartbeat. He tells you up front that it probably won’t be easy, but he supports you every step of the way if you really commit yourself to training.

-        He will let you hold Steven the (cute, happy lil’) Goldfish. Just be careful; Magnus loves him very much.

-        You will end up playing keep away with Angus’ things at least once. There is no option to this; It’s just gonna happen.

-        If you are very short then I’m not sayin’ Magnus will 100% for sure do that thing where he rests his arm on your head buuuut

-        He is, surprisingly, not awful at cooking and sewing. What he can do in these fields is pretty simple, but it’s also pretty effective.

-        Show him your whittling projects! Constructive criticism and praise will be received.

-        He normally doesn’t need much comfort when he thinks about his past. It makes him sad, yes, but he’s already decided to keep moving forward. When stuff like this gets him into a funk, a simple nod of encouragement and a squeeze of the shoulder should suffice, then just give him some space for a while.

-        Forgetting who exactly his enemy was in Wonderland really fucked him up, though. Well, wonderland fucked everybody up, but regardless; He told you about how now, when he thinks of what happened to him and his home, there’s a missing face and an enemy that exists but doesn’t at the same time. And despite everything that happened, Magnus still knows that this blank space where his nemesis is supposed to be wasn’t there before. You’ve never seen Magnus look as lost, angry and confused as he did when he tried to remember, and it is heartbreaking. Taako and Merle eventually help fill you in on what actually happened, making sure that Magnus can’t overhear them.

-        This is all assuming that you’re a member of the Bureau, btw. Now, this particular headcanon revolves around you being a dog lover as well. You and Mags try to sneak a dog onto the moon, y’all. Possibly even multiple times.

-        Lucretia always finds out. You’ve had to say many a tearful goodbye to Scraps, Buster, Fluffy, Jeano, Ted…

Bonus Ango!

-        Save him.

-        You pull his stuff out of the ‘keep away’ circle

-        You carry him on your shoulders and give him piggy back rides (he weighs like, nothing and it’s beautiful)

-        You’re sort of in this weird place between being this kid’s bestie and his older sibling/temporary parental figure. It’s no secret by now that the entire Bureau has sort of adopted Angus, so it’s no too hard of a job.

-        After he cries about finding his grandfather’s silverware at the Fantasy Costco, you help him buy it back. You trade a drop of your blood to Garfield the Deals Warlock in exchange for finding out who sold it to him. You make a mental note to shove Taako’s umbrella somewhere he won’t appreciate.

-        Ango  passes out in the most random places. His sleep schedule is shit. He’s up all night working on cases or worrying about the boys when they’re on a mission. When you can’t force him to sleep on time, you end up carrying him back to his bed and tucking him in.

-        You will, of course, only do so after taking gratuitous pictures of him sleeping in said odd places and posting them on Fantasy Instagram with tags like #Look at him #What a cutie #Lil’ angel #Fell asleep on top of a giant ancient tome #Magic Practice #Magic Studies #Director’s Library #Oh, look, the ink is trying to possess him by leaking into his skin! #Aww #My sweet sweet boy

-        You know about the stuffed dire bear plushie he still sleeps with and you have been sworn to secrecy.

-        Ruffle his hair through his hat. He hates it but it’s hilarious.