#anyway im going to turn off my computer because my chair feels very uncomfortable by now and i don't wanna make another set right now

[lover-of-mine]

seven(ish) sentence sunday!

I was tagged by @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @watchyourbuck thank you!!!!!

Imma be honest I didn't do a lot of writing this weekend oskasokaoskas but here's more of the wayf fic because I love this fic so much and I'm always thinking about it. prev snippet here.

Eddie was touchy. That was not new information. Not exactly at least. Buck was used to a squeeze on his shoulder, a hand on his back, a thigh pressed into his, their shoulders brushing when they walked too close to each other, knees bumping together. But this was more than what he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure Eddie actually stopped touching him since they left the room. His hand was around his wrist, their fingers were laced together, his arm was around his waist or draped over his shoulders, he would hook their ankles under the table, he would wrap their pinkies together.  Not that Buck minded. He was getting a bit drunk on it though.

imma tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck because it feels weird not to tag them by now oskaoskasokaosk

[gingrrfrog]

this must be my dream

a second part :D because loved the last Johnny request I made so much 🥺

you can find the first part....here! 

also...this is smut because .... im johnny’s wh*re 

You shoved Johnny onto your bed, lips reconnecting as you hovered over him, moaning into his mouth as he ripped off your skirt and flipped you onto his back. You grinned down at him when he moaned at the lack of underwear, wasting no time to connect his lips to your throbbing center, sucking happily on your clit before pulled away to bite kisses onto your thighs. 

“I know this is kind of late but is this okay?” He asked timidly, his strong arms resting on either side of your head as he watched you fiery eyes. You nodded eagerly, sighing when his lips reached for your neck. 

“I want you,” you moaned, your hands scratching down his back. 

“I want you,” Johnny smiled, reaching into his underwear. 

“Fuck, Johnny—“

You jolted awake at the sound of your alarm, gasping as you sat up in your room, the empty room greeting you as you pushed sweaty hair away from your face. You touched your cheeks, shaking your head in embarrassment as they burned at your palms, shoving the blankets off as you made towards your bathroom to shower. 

You and Johnny had managed to get along more than you had expected, resulting in an unprecedented friendship. You tried to keep your face as stern as usual, but it was hard when you made eye contact with the other man across the room, who would stick out his tongue or gag whenever your boss spoke, making you stifle a giggle into your coffee cup. 

The two of you agreed to carpool, one week being you and the other being his, opting to spend more time with each other to prepare for whatever hell your boss would only subject to you and not your work friend.

Johnny was kind hearted, gentle despite his size and build, and thoughtful. He listened to your concerns with genuine interest as he would try to make you feel better earnestly by taking you out to a bar to drink away issues or to just sit in a car and eat ice cream. He was a good friend, only making you feel guilty that you were so quick to judge him before. 

However, you never saw him as anything other than just a friend, so your dream from this morning comes to a shock to you, feeling a bit uncomfortable as you try to shake the thought from your head. You’d be stupid to say that Johnny wasn’t attractive, because that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, Johnny was…incredibly attractive. He was tall, but muscular. His proportions were perfect, broad shoulders to long legs, as he looked perfect in his work suit and in casual wear when you hung out during the weekend. But to find…Johnny…sexually…

“Oh God, gross,” you deflect, shuddering while you dried your hair. 

You pull on your clothes quickly, running around your apartment to gather your bag and your necessities for the day as you grabbed your keys. It was your week to carpool this time around, but seeing that today was Friday, Johnny’s week would be this upcoming Monday. 

You sat in your car and texted Johnny that you were on your way, turning the ignition to start and pulling out of the parking garage, driving the now familiar route to his apartment as you parked in front of his building. 

He was already waiting at the front entrance, a wide smile on his face as he carried a cup of coffee, opening the car door with his free hand before dropping inside. 

“Good morning!” He greeted cheerily, handing you his cup, “here, try this.”

“What…is it?”

“Coffee, weirdo.” Johnny smiled, watching you take a sip from the cup and frowning when a strange aftertaste hit your tongue. 

“Johnny…is this Irish cream?”

“Surprise!’

“Are you trying to kill me?” You gagged, shoving the cup back into his hands. 

“There’s nothing wrong with a little day drinking,” He defended, taking a sip out of the discarded cup. “It’s Friday.”

“It’s fucking 10 am.”

“On a Friday.” 

You roll your eyes and put your attention to driving, chatting with Johnny about the night before. He told you nothing eventful happen after you both left work last night, and that he contemplated adopting a dog when he got home. He didn’t get very far, apparently, as he remembered the pet fee in his building. 

You really didn’t pay much attention to him, your mind wandering as you gave out supportive oh’s and really? At stoplights, you would watch his hands and how they flexed on his thighs, veins apparent as he fisted and relaxed them every time he was trying to make a point. 

You wonder how they would feel around your throat. 

“Oh fuck—“ You blinked, snapping out of your reverie when you heard a car honk at you for staying still at a green light. Johnny laughed at you and wondered why your head was in the clouds today as you blamed it on the rainy weather. 

“Do you still want to go out to the bars tonight?” He asked innocently, gauging your response as your nodded. 

“Sure. Right after work or…?”

“We can go home to freshen up if you want. Get rid of your old lady outfit.”

You pouted, looking down at your outfit, “you think I look like an old lady?”

“Maybe…not an old lady. Maybe an angry, hot librarian.”

You snort, side glancing at the man sat next to you, “you think I’m hot?”

Johnny cleared his throat before placing his coffee in the cup holder. Perhaps the alcohol in the Irish creme was incriminating him, “I’m not blind.”

Before either of you could dwell on it any longer, you arrived at the parking garage at the company, stepping outside the muggy air as you walked together towards the entrance. Of course, due to Johnny’s popularity, he was often pulled to the side to talk about weekend plans. The secretaries at the front desk made sure to pull him over to talk about a party they were having and that they were inviting him, only for Johnny to pull you by your shoulder and ask if you were invited too. 

You stared at your feet, trying to pull away from the man’s hold only to have him pull you closer. The secretaries had no choice but to invite you, awkwardly laughing and hoping for Johnny to come, even though you both knew that you had plans for that weekend. 

Following into the elevator, you had the rare chance of sharing it alone to yourselves, watching the numbers increase. 

“Why did you ask them to invite me?” You asked in a small voice. 

Johnny blinked, tilting his head, “why wouldn’t I? I want you to come.”

“I thought we were going to see a movie that same night?”

The other man brightened, a smile on his face, “oh yeah! I forgot! Never mind, I’ll just tell them we’re not going.”

You wanted to tell Johnny that he could always reschedule the movie if he wanted. You didn’t want to hold him down if he wanted to have fun at a party, but before you could say anything, the doors to the elevator opened and you had switched to the same, cold, finance director. 

The way your desks were set up, you were on one corner of the office while Johnny’s desk was sat on the other side of the office, facing you but leaving a small sliver in between the wall and his computer monitor for him to peek at you. You found yourself looking at that peek more now, as he would send you silent messages with his face or handwritten notes on his small whiteboard. You happened to peer over when your boss was talking to him, watching as he nodded his head and looked at the screen. Your eyes strained to look at the tiniest of notes, giggling when you saw a small help me :( . 

“Y/n?”

You jumped at the sound of Doyoung calling for you, standing next to your desk as you blinked at your assistant director, “oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook you head, smiling at him, “No, it’s fine. Is there something you need?”

Johnny finished his conversation with the section chief to look back over at you, hoping to send you an annoyed face from his last conversation only to see you engaged with whatever Doyoung was telling you. He watched the gentle curve of your nose and cheeks, noticing how anytime you had a suggestion you would tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His heart threatened to stop when he saw you smile, a small but bright smile that sent his brain into hysterics, the same smile that made him dizzy and the same smile that was always followed with a touch to his shoulder. 

His eyebrows furrowed when your face turned serious, watching as Doyoung sat next to you to look over something. What were you talking about? Was it serious? Is something wrong? Johnny watched as you stood up, taking Doyoung’s shoulder and walking away from your desk  and leading him to a secluded section. Johnny swallowed harshly and grimaced at the jealousy settling in his stomach, leaning against his chair and only hoping that you would tell him later on to help settle his nerves. 

“How are you holding up?” You asked Doyoung gently. No one was around the lounge during the first few hours of work, everyone working intensely on deadlines to be thinking about taking a break. All except your assistant director, who was tired as he was saddened by recent events in his life. 

“I’m..here, I guess. My brother is feeling better, thankfully. My mom, however…”

You bit you lip, “Doyoung, you know you can ask me if you need some time off, right? I understand. I can pick up extra work. Everyone loves you, we want to make sure you’re okay,”

“I would hate to put you in that position though—“

“I would hate to put you in a position where you had to pick between your family and your job,” you interrupted. “Seriously, if you need to take a few days, start today. It’s not like we’re ever short staffed in the finance department anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” you gave a smile, wrapping your arms around his waist as he hugged your shoulders. “Get some rest, you need it. Let me know when you feel better.”

“Thank you.” 

You pat Doyoung on the back, squeezing his arm as you watched him leave. You turned around and bumped into Johnny, cursing again as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Fuck, Johnny,” you hissed. The taller man laughed and walked towards the coffee machine. 

“Sorry. I needed a pick-me-up that wasn’t alcoholic,” he lied. There wasn’t anything he hated more than office coffee. 

“So do I,” you sighed, leaning against the counter and rubbing your temples. You smiled when Johnny handed you the first cup, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he squeezed gently. You smiled at the touch, leaning into his hold as you took a sip. 

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is okay,” you reassured, a gentle smile on your lips. “Don’t worry.”

It was that same smile again. Johnny bit his tongue to fight the urge to pull you into a kiss, what with you mewling in his hand. He took a deep breath instead, rubbing your back before he pulled away to grab his own coffee. 

“Shall we?” He asked, prompting his way out the door. 

You frowned, not ready for the work that was waiting for you now that you were down a person, “we might as well.” 

The end of the work shift rolled around faster than you expected, instantly grateful for a fast work day as they were rare the more you worked. You glanced over at Johnny before walking over to his desk, your head next to his as you watched him log off with a sigh. You smiled and faced him, your lips ghosting his ear. 

“How’s that report?” You teased. 

“I’ll send it tomorrow,” he grumbled. 

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple. 

You froze when you realize what you did. Johnny met your eyes with widened ones before you turned on your heel, hoping that he would forget what happened and dismiss it. 

“We should go!” You pressed, grabbing his arm. 

Johnny gave a giddy grin as you pulled him out of the office, his head spinning from a simple kiss to his forehead. Oh how he would beg for just one more touch. 

You drop Johnny off at his apartment, agreeing to meet up at nine o’clock at the bar. Johnny wanted to bring up the kiss again, but he didn’t want to press into it, instead, he opted on on kissing your forehead next, making you jump in surprise. 

“Now we’re even,” he grinned, “I’ll see you at nine!”

You threw an empty coffee cup at him, cursing at him when he successfully dodged it. You watched him wave with a smile before you drove off to your apartment, desperately attempting to silence your pounding heart. 

“Calm down,” you said to yourself, a smile forcing its way through your lips either way. 

When you got home, the first thing you did was peel your clothing off at the door, making your way back to the shower to rid yourself of all the work tension that had built up that day. You sigh and press your fingertips into your shoulder, wondering how wonderful it would feel to have Johnny to relive the pressure in your joints, his bow shaped lips pressing kisses to the skin. In contrast to earlier, you allowed your mind to wander to the dream you had this morning and imagine his hands on your waist, his strong chest pressed against your back as kissed your neck and back. 

Fine. You’ll admit that you’re attracted to your friend, but that was as far as it was going to go. 

Before your thoughts could get any deeper, you pull yourself out of the shower, running a comb through your hair hastily as you prepped you face up for make up. You dried your hair in the meantime, standing around your apartment naked before pulling an oversized shirt, giving yourself a second glance in the mirror. 

What…would Johnny’s shirts look like on me? You asked quietly. You watched yourself blush at the thought, smiling before going back to putting on your make up. 

It took you an hour and a half with distractions to finally complete your makeup, choosing your outfit next as you pulled on a tight A-Line skirt that hugged your hips comfortably, resting just above the middle of your thigh before you pulled on your shirt, a black, sweetheart neck shirt, your hand resting against your cleavage as you felt a bit embarrassed at the display of skin. You decided to straighten your hair then, attempting to use your long hair to hide it only to find that it looked better sleeked and behind your ears, showing your neck. 

A deep breath and a smile in the mirror decided you were ready to leave. You glanced at the time, grabbing a random jacket before walking to the taxi that you reserved, taking you to the bar that was near your apartment. 

You don’t know why you felt so nervous, your heart pounding against your chest as you thanked the taxi driver for the ride. You paid and tipped him earnestly, stepping outside in your heels as you waited awkwardly at the front door for your friend. You make eye contact with a few coworkers, quickly turning around and clenching your eyes before you hear your name gently called. 

You opened your eyes to see Johnny, look sleek in a black dress up shirt and matching pants. You smiled in relief, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. 

“You…uh…” Johnny felt his ears burn as he racked in his brain for a compliment that could fit the way you looked. The truth of the matter was that you looked too beautiful, so incredibly gorgeous and stunning that left the man stupid.

“You look beautiful,” he decided on holding back on cheesy comments and feeling happy that it made you smile. 

“Thanks,” you beamed. “You don’t look too bad either.”

“There are people from work there, do you want to go to this bar instead?” 

“Yes please,” you nod, leaning into his hold as you walk towards the bar over. You sit across from him and watch as he ordered drinks and appetizers, the alcohol approaching first as he poured soju in a few glasses, handing you one he lifted his cup in hand. 

“Here’s to another week of work done,” he chanted, “only the rest of our lives to go.”

You laughed, clinking your drinks together before downing the drink in one go. 

The two of you continue to drink and laugh as you tear through appetizers and bottles of alcohol. Johnny had moved to your side of the booth, his head supported by his elbow that was resting against the table as he watched you eat, the corner of his lips curved upwards. You roll your eyes and take the bottle from his side, pouring yourself another drink. 

“Reached your limit already?” You teased, downing another shot and wiping the bit of alcohol that dripped over your chin. Johnny couldn’t help but to stare, blinking hard and shaking his head. 

“I’m…” his head dropped. “Drunk.”

You laughed, passing the food towards him as you pushed him to eat, “eat! You can’t give up on me yet, we’ve only been here for two hours.”

“No. I want you to eat, get your meals in.”

“I’ve had maybe three meals here alone,” you mock, pushing his head up.

Johnny huffed, grabbing the bottle and pouring you another shot, “keep drinking. It’s not fair that I’m the only one drunk.”

“Are you mad that I can take liquor better than you?”

Johnny smiled and hummed, his hand resting on your thigh as he squeezed, “yeah. s’not fair.”

You bit your lip at the contact, pouting when you felt his hand remove itself to pick up his chopsticks and eat at your request. 

Two more hours and at 2 am, the two of you stumbled out of the bar after you had paid the bill despite Johnny’s belligerence to pay. Both of you drunk out of your minds, you decide to walk to your apartment, which would be Johnny’s first time considering being months of friends. 

Said man looked up at the tall building, his eyes narrowed and his mouth open wide, “are you rich?”

“Kind of. Keep walking.” You huffed, pushing the man towards the front door. 

“How are you kind of rich?” 

Finally arriving at your apartment, Johnny splayed himself on your living room floor, landing on his back with a grunt as he looked around your lofty apartment. 

“This is really nice…I’m coming over more often,” he mumbled, “and it’s close to work.”

“That’s why I picked it.” You replied. You yawn and feel your head spin slightly as you kicked off your heels, walking to the living room to see Johnny lifting his hand up from the ground. You try pulling him up but he shook his head, pulling you down next. 

“Lay down with me,” he said. You laughed, instead opting to sit on his lap as his fingers run up and down your sides.

It didn’t take long for the man to pull you into his chest, listening to his heart beat in his chest as his fingers trailed up your bare back. You could fall asleep like this, your eyelids already falling heavy as he wrapped his arms around your figure instead. You rested your chin on his chest, using your fingers to caress his lips as he pressed absentminded kisses on them. You blushed, unsure if it was from the alcohol racing through your blood or from something more. You decided to test the theory, inching closer as you hovered over him.

“Johnny?”

“Hmm?”

“Can…” you swallowed, “can I kiss you?”

You heard his heart speed up in his chest as he sat up with you in his lap, “what?”

You bit your lip as you feared you had overstepped your boundary. You shook your head, giving a sheepish smile before starting to get up from his lap, “nothing. It was stupid, sorry—“

“Yes you can kiss me,” he said quickly. He knew he would regret if he missed on the opportunity, his hands on your hips again as his lips hovered over yours. “Please kiss me.”

Your knees felt like jelly under you at his quiet beg. Your fingers threaded through his hair as your noses barely bumped against each other, feeling his breath on your lips. 

“You won’t get mad at me tomorrow?” You asked, your forehead resting against his. 

“The only reason I would get mad for kissing you is if I didn’t end up doing it,” he replied, his eyes scanning your face for doubt. “Do you not want to? We don’t…have to…”

You panic at the space that was getting bigger in between your faces, shaking your head as you pressed yourself closer, “I want to, Johnny. I really want to.”

“Kiss me then,” he said, his lips pressing against your cheek. “Kiss me, please.”

You press your lips against his, your toes curling as Johnny snaked his strong arms around your waist, your lips slotting together perfectly as you moan in his mouth. You pull away breathlessly, eyes dilated as you stared at the man in front of you. 

“I like you, y/n,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed as his hands reached for yours. You swallow at the confession, allowing Johnny to thread his fingers with yours. “I really like you.”

You panicked as you weren’t sure if you returned the feelings. All you knew was that you loved the way your lips felt against his, the same way you liked his hands holding your own. You bit your lip, “Johnny…”

“You don’t have to like me back. I’m happy with just being here, with you. But I had to tell you because it would kill me if I didn’t.”

Truthfully, you had no idea how to respond. The only appropriate response was to press your lips against his again, not quite sure if you returned the feelings yet but being absolutely positive in knowing that you loved how he made you feel secure, safe, and...loved. 

“Why?” You asked, confused as to why he wouldn’t pick a pretty secretary or another girl in the office. “Why me?”

“Because you’re special,” he replied simply. “You're strong, you’re beautiful, you’re talented and so smart that it blows me away. You blow me away.”

“I think I love you, actually,” he said in a tone that sounded like he was just now realizing it on his own. The word sent your heart into your throat.

“You....love...me?”

Johnny blinked, struggling to read your emotions before you kissed him yet again, this time pushing him onto the floor as you grasped his collar with your hands. He pulled away momentarily, holding your face with his hands as he looked you in the eye. 

“Before I set myself up here,” he cleared his throat, “is it safe to assume you at least like me back?”

You laughed nodded your head before pecking his lips, “yes. It is.”

Johnny grinned before pulling you back in for a kiss. 

It wasn’t the least bit responsible, nor was it the least bit safe but neither one of you seemed to care. You peeled your clothing off faster than Johnny could unbutton his shirt, staring at you as he finally managed to yank his shirt off. 

He felt dizzy with lust upon seeing you completely naked under him, something he had only dreamt of up until this moment, as it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. His thumb ran over a nipple, his length twitching at the moan you let out before he pulled it, a mewl following as you spread you legs. 

“You’re a dream,” he breathed, kissing his way from your chest to your belly button. “If i wake up i’m going to be so fucking pissed.”

You laugh, pulling his lips in as you kiss his jawline, “if it’s a dream then I’ll wake you up and we’ll do it again.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling his pants off with great speed. “Now I’m hoping it’s a dream.”

You roll your eyes at the comment, waiting expectantly with a finger on your clit, running circles as he ran his hand up and down his length, spitting on your expectant folds and moaning at the lewdness of it all.

“You like that?” He grinned. 

“It’s disgusting,” you breathed. “Yes. I do.”

It was his turn to laugh this time, kissing you again as he aligned his length with your entrance. His elbows rested on either side of your head, his lips finding purchase on your cheeks, forehead, and anywhere he could reach as he pushed himself inside. You threw your head back, his name falling from your lips as you squeezed his arm. 

“Beautiful,” he sighed. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Can you...”

“Yes, baby?”

Your face burned at the pet name, “fuck me, Johnny. Make me cry.”

He shuddered, pulling his length out to shove it into your warmth without warning, watching you cry out as he repeated the same rhythm, his head spinning from the pleasure and how tight you were squeezing his cock. 

“I dreamt...about you...” you admitted, fingers in your mouth. “Of your cock, fucking me, filling me up with cum—fuck, oh Johnny-“

“That makes two of us,” he moaned, his head falling in between his shoulders. You take advantage of this to push him on to his back again, watching his surprised face with a smile as  you turn to face away from him. Johnny grabbed your ass in response, his massive hands pinching, slapping, and doing whatever he could as you sank on his length, using the floor as leverage as you bounced on his lap. 

“Holy shit, y/n,” he groaned, his fingernails digging into your hips. “Shit—f-fuck-!”

You moan at his cock twitch inside you, filling you up promptly before pulling out to drip the same cum on his stomach and now flaccid member. You squeak out a yelp when you feel yourself being yanked on to what felt like a pair of lips, a tongue reaching in between your folds and eating you out feverishly as the same strong hands played with your nipples. 

Johnny sucked at your labia and sucked at your clit, humming as he slurped both his cum and your essence into his mouth, stiffening his tongue against your clit as you came with a cry, your legs shaking above his face as you collapsed on his stomach, breathing heavily as he pressed to fingers inside. 

“Wait-“ you moaned, your hand reaching for his as he continued to abuse your g-spot. Your legs trembled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, pleading Johnny to pull his hand out before you came again. He made no effort to listen as another orgasm ripped through you, a scream falling from your lips as you squirted onto his chest, whimpering as your hole clenched around his index and ring finger, begging for more until he pulled said fingers out. 

You fell on your stomach, sticky, sweaty, and dizzy as your pussy still twitched. You couldn’t help but to smile at the kisses being pressed down your back, tender lips against hot skin as Johnny rubbed your back. 

“You okay?”

“More than okay,”you hummed. You stood on your legs shakily, forgetting that you weren’t exactly sober as you pulled at his hand. The taller man followed you to your bedroom, watching you fall against the sheets as you pulled him next to you. 

“You don’t want to get cleaned up first?” He asked, his head situating in between your breasts. 

“Nope,” you replied simply. 

There was something about the way he fit in your arms that made you kiss him again, this time fuller as you took great care in moving your lips against his, making sure he felt every ounce of happiness from your end on his. It seemed to work by the way he smiled, kissing your forehead next. 

You indulge each other in another rapid love making session, this time a bit shorter but still amazing as you came around him, shaking in his arms as he whispered praises in your ear. You both were exhausted by that point, Johnny falling asleep inside you as you drifted to sleep before he did. 

When you woke up, it was with a pounding headache and sore joints, confused as to why you felt so sticky until you realized there was something inside you. 

Something hard...and radiating quite a bit of heat. 

“Johnny?” you whispered. 

you faced the other man, smiling at his sleeping face as you leaned in to kiss him, morning breath be damned. he returned the kiss regardless, sighing dreamily as he accidentally pressed himself deeper inside you, a groan falling from his lips. 

“thank god i wasn’t dreaming.”

“i told you that if you were dreaming we would just do it again.”

johnny’s eyes were still closed but a smile was on his lips, “can we do it anyway?”

“will you pay for breakfast?”

“mm, I suppose.” he said. 

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck as his lips found purchase in the crook of your neck. 

[gourdgirlmagazine]

Criminal Minds FanFic- The Interview

You step into the elevator and press the button that says 9. You take a step back as the doors start to close and you take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the jolt when the elevator starts to move. The box slowly starts moving to the 9 floor of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit Headquarters.L, 2, 3 The screen shows as the elevator slowly goes up. Today is the interview you have been waiting for ever since the presentation that was held at your college about the bau. You shift awkwardly and adjust your bag, 5,6,7. Ever since then you wanted to become a profiler and today you are finally gonna get a shot at making you dream come true. Although it's not the exact job you wanted, it's the closest you will get. Deep in thought you are alarmed by the ding of the doors before they slowly open to reveal the BAU floor.

You quickly step out before the doors get called to the next floor. You sigh in awe of the sight of the place that you could possibly work at. As the doors close behind you, you start to walk up to the big glass doors that separate the elevators and hallways from the hussle of the offices and cubicles. You pull open one of the glass doors with the bau logo on it and you are hit with the beautiful sound of work. A printer is printing something in the distance. A phone is ringing. People are typing on their computers. An agent is laughing while talking to another agent. And the strong smell of sweat and coffee. You knew you just had to work here.

You were so immersed by the smell, sounds, and sights that you don't see the guy, whose head is stuck in a book, quickly walking to the doors. And you take a step forward, you clash right into him.

“Er um sorry,” he mumbles.

You didn't pick up what he said out of surprise from the impact “Huh? Oh I'm so sorry. I should have watched where I was going. Are you ok?”

“Yah I'm fine. The projectile of our collison was slow enough that it's isn't possible for either one of us to have any physical harm, just embarrassment.” He says. You make eye contact with him and you glance at his id which says, Ried, Spencer which a picture of him slouched and his hair moved to the side. He looked nothing like his picture. His hair was parted down the middle with volume and he was wearing glasses. No to mention the fact of how innocent he looked in the picture compared to the man who you were standing in front of.

“Wow. Way to throw me under the bus.”

“No No No i didn't mean it like that i'm just saying that i am physically fine and you should be too but bumping into someone leads to embarrassment. I know that I am not embarrassed because this has happened to me many times before but from your body langued, I can tell that you are embarrassed or uncomfortable. Can also tell that you are new here”

“How did you”

As he starts to go he touches your lover back to move around you and whispers in your ear, “i can see it in your eyes” And walks away. You inhale and smell aftershave and something sweet but you can't quite put your finger on what it is. “Oh and by the way newbie, Hochners room is 2011”

In shock by your encounter, you recollect yourself and take a deep breath in and out and walk to the room number that was that the mysterious man said- room 2011. You walk up the stairs while being on high alert to not bump into anyone else. Once you reach the room, the door reads, Aaron Hotchner. You knock three times and wait for the sound of approval. Aaron you thought.

“Come in”. A muffled voice says.

You slowly open the door and walk in, closing the door behind you. “Hi Im y/f/n and i am here for the interview to be your new communications coordinator.”

“Ah yes. Please take a seat. Did you bring your resume?” He asks while he pushes the send button on his computer and turns to face you. He was wearing a blue shirt and a green tie. On the shirt there was one spot that wasnt all the way unwrinkle. No wife you thought if he leaves the house like this. Single. 

“Yes sir, I did.” you fumble through your purse and pull out the file which you slide over to the agent. “I just finished academy training for the FBI and I am a graduate of Yale with a major in cognitive science and phycology and sociology and I minored in forecnics and was at the top of my class.”

He cuts you off “Okok no need to show off. I can tell you are very ambitious and that you are a hard worker. That is something that the BAU wants. Our last coordinator was ambitious just like you. She sadly had to be transferred so our digital analysis has been taking over but i feel as though we need an experienced communications coordinator, but i don't see anything about communications on your resume. Tell me more about that.”

“Well I originally was hoping to be a profiler but there were no spots so when i heard that you needed a communications coordinator for a little. I knew i had to try it out because maybe after you can see my skills, you would make an exception to add me to your team.”

“y/l/n, we are looking for someone with experience in talking to the press and police, not a young just out of the academy woman who is successful in school. No disrespect to your desire but if you don't have the experience for this job then you are wasting my time.”

“Wait, I do have experience, i took classes in public speaking and you know by my quick learning and adaptability, that i will do just fine in this job...”

He cuts you off and says “But fine isn't enough at the BAU. Thank you for your time Ms y/l/n.”

“Can you just try?” you fight back the pilling tears and stand up “You said yourself that you had a digital whatever who has been taking over for her and she is a F*CKING TECH LADY. I feel like I can do a lot better than that. I am experienced in so many other things that it would be a big opportunity to pass up.” then the tears release and you start to cry.

Hotchner is speechless and has no clue what to do now. He awkwardly passes over a box of tissues and clears his throat. You reluctantly grab a tissue and wipe the stream of tears away and grab another one to blow your nose. You take a second to catch your breath before making eye contact with Hotchner as he straightens his tie in discomfort. “Not an emotional one, are you?” you smirkingly say sarcastically.

“Most people say i have an aloof, grim or distant personality.” He says.

“Oh sh*t Im so sorry.”

“Watch your profanity, Ms y/l/n”

“Sorry. Um but anyways, I apologize for crying, I am just a very passionate person who strives to reach their goals and i didnt want this opportunity to pass. I am 100% sure I have ruined it all for yelling at my potential boss and then sobbing. What a great first impression. Way to go y/n”

“Well beside that fact that you were yelling, you did make some valid points. I was being a little bit biased and unfair for letting our digital analysis take the spot for a while and not giving you a chance. I too am very passionate about my dreams and one of my dreams is to have a working team and I too don't want to have my opportunities slip. How about we make a deal because I like your work and your passion. Tomorrow we have a briefing for a new case, you can sit in and watch but try to keep it low-key. After you give me a profile on the unsub and how you will address the press and police on what things to look out for. If all goes well, I would like it if you come along with us. You and our digital analyst will work together to notify the press and police and so on. Does that sound good?” Hotchner says.

“That would be better than anything. Thank you for giving me a second chance and giving me this wonderful opportunity. I promise I won't disappoint you.” you say.

“I hope not. In the meantime i think it would be helpful for you to meet our tech analyst, Penelope Garcia.” Says Hotchner as he stands up from his chair and you follow him out the door of his office.

Thank you so much for reading. You can probably tell that this is my first time but hopefully it wasn't that obvious! I will work on part 2 if you want but this is also the beginning of something new so I think this sort of needs a part 2 and the story is a long way from finished. We haven't even meet our favorite techie, Penelope Garcia! Good Night.

[sunaddicted]

Me, Myself and... You (00q)

Q shifted uncomfortably on his chair as the silence between himself and James stretched, filling the office with the kind of atmosphere that made the air almost unbreathable - how much longer could it take the man to fill in a stupid piece of paperwork? Suddenly, Q was regretting very much having bullied James into sitting down, brandishing a pen and, for once in his career, actually fill in the form for the equipment he had lost on his last mission; really, if it hadn’t been another car lost to James’ recklessness, Q would have closed both of his eyes and let the paperwork pile up in a dusty corner, in the hopes that one day the agent would be bored enough to pick some of it up and actually do the boring part of the job.

He crossed and uncrossed his legs, well aware of the fact that James was taking in every single movement and twitch of a muscle, categorizing it all away for future reference and reflexion; the other’s focus had always made Q feel… strange - torn between discomfort and pleasure at the idea of being seen so clearly by those azure eyes.

In that moment, it was the most negative of the two emotions that prevailed.

Q blamed it on the row they had had a few days prior and from which they hadn’t exactly recovered yet - kind of hard to, when James spent more time in MI6 training rooms and Q himself did his damn best to avoid the man. Was it childish? Probably. Yes. But as long as work wasn’t put in jeopardy because of their personal problems, Q knew that nobody actually would come and tell them to get their act together and act like the adults they were supposed to be - and even if someone dared to, Q already had a sharp retort tucked away in the corner of his mouth, ready to slide down his tongue like a poisonous dart.

It really wasn’t anyone’s business, whether he and Bond were on speaking terms outside of the comms.

“Are you quite done?”

James didn’t even raise his eyes from the sheet of paper in front of him, pen purposefully running along every single word as he took his sweet time reading them “You were the one who asked me to do this”

“ Ordered ”

“You were the one who ordered me to do this, then”

Q repressed a huff and crossed his arms, forcing himself not to rub at his eyes: he didn’t want James to know yet just how tired he was - tired with the situation, with the bickering, with the lack of communication that seemed to speak in bigger volumes than words ever could. And of course, on top of all that, there was the fact that he currently was on his 30th hour of a three-day long shift and he was quite ready to get back home where he could take a bath, drink a glass of wine and cuddle with his cats until he inevitably fell asleep before dinnertime.

“Can you please just… speed it up?”

“Why, are you busy?”

“You know very well that I am”

Fair, James knew that: afterall, Q hadn’t been home in days and he had been left alone to fend off the cats who seemed to be perfectly alright with taking any food he dished out but when it came to James trying to pet them for a little comfort, the only result he got ws a generous dose of scratching and biting - not that he was going to complain about that to Q, though: the younger man always was on the beasts’ side anyway “I want to do this only once so, I’m taking my time to do it right”

“It’s not that complicated”

It really wasn’t but James had never claimed he couldn’t be petty.

He hummed in answer and just made himself even more comfortable on the chair, despite how hard it was to do that: he wasn’t sure if the choice to pick the most uncomfortable furniture possible for visitors had been intentional on Q’s part in order to cut his meetings short, the only thing he knew was that the metal was digging into muscle and bone, slowly torturing him with the kind of dull ache that spread numbness across your body.

James had been sat on plenty devices of torture, he could recognise one instinctively when his ass came in contact with it.

Maybe he should have grabbed the paperwork and sprawled on the couch pressed up against the wall; it was a little busted by Q spending far too many nights in the office but at least he wouldn’t have gotten up from it with every single muscle in his body screaming for sweet, sweet relief.

Plus, it would have probably annoyed Q even more.

Which, thinking about it, was the exact reason why James hadn’t opted for it: he might have been pissed at his partner, but he didn’t have any intentions of making the situation worse than it already was.

Suddenly, the lights briefly turned down to let a red one above the door shine brighter and a buzzing sound filled the air, making James’ hair stand up in alert on his forearms “What’s that?” he inquired, hand sliding under the lapel of his jacket to take a hold of the gun resting comfortably beneath his armpit “Q?”

“I-Im checking” Q stammered, pushing his glasses up his nose as he turned to look at his computers - only to be faced by a rather loud and bright alert “Oh, fuck ”

(Continues on ao3)

[myficsknowwhatyoudidinthedark]

RaccoonEggs (Ezra) x reader (SMUT)

Yeah. So I said this on my Wattpad and I'll say it again. THERE WILL BE A TON OF RACC FICS! I was always in love with Racc and now that he did a face reveal and I've learned he is SEXY AF! Oooof. That's it. Now I have to do it. Also, I have written smut before and there is more smut to come. But you have been warned . ONCE AGAIN! SMUT AHEAD! This is daddy kink btw. I feel like it fits his personality.

(Your POV)

 Right now I was sitting in my shared apartment. I turned 18 not long ago and bought an apartment. I ended up sharing it with my boyfriend of a 9 months as I couldn't possible live by myself and pay the bills. Ezra was typically playing CS or editing. He was getting real big on Youtube and I understand that we work and he then had Youtube to work on but I want some time with him, ya know?

 So when I started getting in the mood I knew how I would fuck with him. He was just playing as he finished editing about an hour ago and needed to relax. He always had push to talk on when playing so I knew I could get away with this. I walked in to our room and he just looked at my curiously. I hugged him from behind making sure my chest was against his neck. I see him shift uncomfortably. Now we are getting somewhere.

 "What's up babe?" He asks and I just reply with a "I'm just bored". He just nods and continues playing. I begin to play with his messy and fluffy, curly hair. I then proceed to change out of my jeans. I had gone to the store earlier and these jeans would be very uncomfortable with what I was about to do. I throw on some pajama shorts and one of Ezra's shirts after taking off my bra. He always loved it when I wore his clothes. He had done his best to sneak glances as I changed. His attempts to hide his stares were unsuccessful.

 He continued playing with Carson even with his little problem. I walk up behind him again before leaning down and letting his shirt reveal much of my chest and breasts. He took a few glances over before the round ended and he looked up at me. "What are you doing?" He asks flatly as he knew exactly what I was doing. "Nothing Love. Just watching" I say before I slip below his desk. He looks down at me with a death glare. "I'm warning you babe. You can't be doing this. Your lucky i'm not recording or streaming right now" and I just laugh at his threatening tones.

 I then pull on his sweatpants a bit and he shakes his head at me. "Your telling me No?" I ask with a pout and he nods with a smirk and returns to the match and cracking jokes with Carson. He wants to pay more attention to Carson than me? Oh, I'll show him not to ignore me. He had one extreme weakness when it came to me. "Please daddy?" I ask and he looks down at me with wide eyes. I just smirk at him before reaching over to rub him through his pants. I hear him let out a very throaty groan before he rolls his eyes and pulls his sweats down just enough for me to give him what he wants.

 "I can't believe you (Y/N)" He says before I let out a laugh. "You love me. Don't lie" I say and he nods in reply. I take me hand and stroke him with my hand for a few seconds before I lip his tip. He was mid sentence when I did so and his voice cracked. Carson was probably questioning it due to Ezra saying that he was "Going through puberty again"

 I just roll my eyes at his stupidity before wrapping my lips around his member. I start off with teasing. I really on sucked his tip which did get some groans out of him. "Stop teasing me before I make you pay baby girl" He says and I knew what meant. I took a bit more of him in my mouth but still didn't take all of him. He then groans in frustration. I knew this was making the game harder for him. I just smirk.

 I then go back to just the tip before I feel a hand on the back of my head. "Your so bad. You know that?" He asks and then shoves my head down so that I am taking all of him in my mouth. I slightly choked on him and he knew it too. He let out a moan louder than the ones from before. I knew what was going to happen after this and I was going to love it. I kept taking in as much as I could. I figured that Carson asked Ezra if he was okay as he hadn't spoken in a while. "Yeah. I'm fine" Ezra replies weakly.

 "Yes, I'm sure!" He yells back in an attempt to make up for his weak voice. "This is my last game though man. Editing wiped me" He says as he looks down at me with another death glare. I felt Ezra get harder and more stiff. I knew he was close. And I had to fuck with his chance of winning. I had to let him cum. Simple as that.

 I kept taking in more and more until I was choking on him. I could tell he was holding back. He knew he would lose control if he came. I felt him stiffen a lot and I pulled my mouth up before he came and let him cum right in my mouth. He came a lot too. I even let it drip out a bit just so he could see. As they lost the game he looked down at me while he said his weak goodbye to Carson. He left the game and completely shut off his computer before sighing and leaning his head back in his chair.

 "Oh your gonna pay for that baby girl" He says and pushes out his chair before pulling me out. He then picks me up and tosses me on the bed and pulling off my shorts and underwear. He then jerks himself to get a bit hard again as he only came a few minutes ago. He used his free hand to pin my arms above me on the bed. He then takes his other hand and positions himself. He puts in just the tip before he rammed in to me.

 "Oh FUCK!" I scream not expecting the sudden pleasure. This wasn't my first time with Ezra and certainly wasn't my last. He was too good to me in and out of bed. Yes, he has ignored me all day but he still loves me. I know he does. He just gets busy.

 He kept up his quick pace. The room was filled with moans between my screams and his moans you would feel bad for the apartments around us. But honestly we don't care. This is RaccoonEggs we are talking about here. He doesn't give a fuck about how loud he is. "Oh fuck baby girl. Your not walking tomorrow" He moans in my ear. "Yes daddy!" I moan out in response as he pounds in to me harder than before.

 "OH Fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in you so much baby girl!" He moans out. "Me too Daddy! Im gonna cum!" I yell in response. I feel Ezra stiffen up again. He lets out a loud moan while I scream out. He stay in place for a minute before he pulls out and laps down beside me. "You ever do that again and It'll be worse baby girl" He says as he pants. He gets up and grab some toilet paper for me to wipe off his cum. Afterwards I just throw it somewhere. I was too tired and sore to throw it away.

 "You better be taking care of me tomorrow" I tell him as he just groans. "Yeah yeah. I know. I did say you weren't going to be able to walk tomorrow anyway, didn't I?" He laughs and I just nod. He pulls the blanket up and cover us. He had pulled on some underwear at some point as well. Was I really that tired? Damn. He really did a number on me.

 As he settled on his back he pulls me close to him and moves me so I'm laying on top of him. "You really did a number on me E" I say and he laughs. "I know love, I know. Just go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up" He says and I just nod and bury my head in to his neck while I lay on him. He groans softly at my movement and then I fell asleep.

BONUS!!!!

 When I woke up Ezra was asleep. He looked so peaceful for once in his life. I just stare at his adorable face while I play with his extremely messy brown hair. I even braided part of it at one point. It was always fun when he let me play with his hair. He let me do anything I wanted to it as long as I didn't cut it or anything. I never did as I loved his hair too much. I then hear a soft groan escape his lips.

 "Good Morning love" He says lowly in his raspy morning voice. I just smile and kiss his cheek before snuggling in to his side more. I had moved him his side throughout the night. "How about we sleep in. Or just all day. I like that idea" He says to himself and I giggle slightly. "Yeah. I would have to agree" I reply before drifting back to sleep. Before doing so I hear a soft 'I love you' leave Ezra's lips. I just smirk lightly before replying with a low 'I love you too'.

AND THAT MY FOLKS WAS THE FIRST RACC FIC I WRITE! WHY SMUT YOU ASK? BECAUSE I LOST INTEREST IN MY FIRST IDEA AND ITS 3:23 IN THE AM. To be honest I'm tired af but I probably won't fall asleep for another hour so yeah. Whatever. Here you fucks go.

[cravin-you]

how would each member of BTS react to you talking dirty in spanish to them? Thank you, you're awesome!

thank you mi amor ily 

YALL IM busy wand i wanna have time to do all of yalls requests so i didn’t end up writing about every member im so sorry but please specify what members you want me to write about like pick 3 please otherwise it takes so long!! anyways hope i wrote about YOUR fave and enjoy;)

JUNG HOSEOK

His eyes were set on the TV, fully concentrated and laughing at the punchlines. You didn’t even like this show and was now officially bored. 

“Hoseooook,” you whine and try pulling him by his arm. He let’s you, but doesn’t remove his eyes from the TV. “I need to get up early tomorrow, you can watch this later. Give me attention.” 

You pout but it doesn’t help because once again he’s not even looking at you. This makes you decide to climb onto his lap and he grunts uncomfortably when you accidentally hurt his elbow. 

“Please let me just finish the show,” he says a bit annoyed. 

You hand moves it’s way to the nape of his neck and scratches his scalp, making him shiver. You kneed softly on his tense shoulders and he sighs. Hoseok tries to ignore the way his body is reacting, but his mouth falls open in relaxation from having your hands on and around his neck, massaging and scratching. 

“Mi amor,” you purr in his ear and you feel him tense underneath you.

“Don’t do this,” he finally looks into your eyes and you can tell there’s lust building up inside him. You smirk at his reaction.

“Quiero sentarme en tu cara,” you whisper into his ear and this pushes him over the edge because he knows exactly what that means. It’s a well known phrase to his ears and now he’s really fucking turned on. He licks into your mouth and moans into it as you roll your hips on him again. 

“Fuck you,” he whispers against your lips, annoyed that you won.

“Yes please!”

JEON JUNGKOOK

His big hands are palming your ass and pressing you down on his hard-on. His legs are spread widely with you on top of him as your lips suck on his tongue. Your hands are playing with the locks of his hair and he moans when you bite his lip and roll your hips. He tilts his head and you follow, you two kissing intently letting your tongues meet. His hands slide under your tank top and caress your sides and warm stomach. 

Doing laundry can get pretty boring, so here you were in the local laundry machine place at 11 at night, getting hot and heavy on the couch while waiting for your laundry to finish. 

“Y/N, you can’t keep grinding on my dick like this, we can’t have sex here.” he protests between kisses. You just grind harder and he groans. “Seriously someone can walk in here,” he says breathlessly. 

“Por favor,” you beg him and you can feel the hairs on his neck standing from you speaking like that to him.“Papi, por favor,” you pant and lick on his ear. A moan escapes his lips as you grind on his aching cock again. He grabs your wrist and pulls away from your kiss for the first time since you got to it. The look in his eyes is filled with desire and almost intimidating. 

“Call me that again,” he stutters, having a hard time breathing normally because he is so turned on. 

“Only if you fuck me - right here, right now,” 

MIN YOONGI 

You read the text again as you walked up the stairs. Yoongi had texted you that he needed your help with a song. One part of you was scared he’d ask you to sing which you really didn’t consider your strong side. On the other hand maybe he just needed a fresh couple of ears for a new perspective of the song. 

Yoongi is waiting for you in the opening of the door when you get to the studio hallways. It’s a secluded and soundproof room with a small window, about as big as a closet. He’s smiling but you can see in his eyes that he’s tired. He kisses you lightly and says hi. You notices he smells good. He sits down on the office-chair and motions for you to sit on his lap. You do and he rests his head on your shoulder and starts clicking around on his two computer screens with like a thousand tabs open. 

“Listen to this,” he says and presses play. There’s a chorus that sounds familiar to your ears as he’s been working on this for a while and you wait for the third verse which usually is his, but it’s instrumental. “I was thinking of putting in a verse in Spanish here, or at least a phrase.” 

You Ooh loudly to the idea and he smiles. “That would be sexy wouldn’t it! Anyways I need you and your Spanish speaking tongue.” he says and takes out his notes. 

“Yeah I can translate for you, but what do you want to say? What is the song about?” you ask. 

He pulls up the lyrics for you and you read trough them quickly. He presses record to be able to listen back at what you’re saying so he can  practice pronunciation. You nod. “I want the verse to be about lusting for someone.” he explains and you think of what to say. 

“You could say, me duele el corazon no tenerte aqui, nadamas quiero besarte.” 

You can see Yoongi’s face reflect in the screen of the computer and the way he bites his lip. 

“You’re so sexy when you speak Spanish.” he laughs. “What does that mean?” 

“It means my heart hurts not to have you here, I just want to kiss you.”

He writes it down and you continue.

“Ya no puedo seguir asi, tengo que saber como te sabes.”

You can tell it’s affecting him when you speak to him in Spanish since he’s breathing heavily now. 

“What does that mean,” he pants against your neck and plants a light kiss. 

“I can’t go on like this, I need to know what you taste like.” 

Yoongi mutters a fuck and kisses your neck again and his arms around your waist tighten. Feeling his lips on your neck felt so good, and so did being in control like this. 

“Quiero que me cogas ensima de la mesa,” you say as you grind on his crotch which makes a moan escape his lips. “Duro.” 

“W-What does that mean,” he choked on his own words cause you’re grinding on his hardening dick by now. 

“I want you to fuck me on this table,” you say and smile as you feel his dick twitching underneath you. “Hard.” 

“How do you say ‘go lock the fucking door’ in Spanish?”

KIM NAMJOON 

Namjoon is the type to love getting called daddy, papi or just have you scream or moan his name. If he would be intensely hitting it from the back and you’d moan in Spanish that would probably drive him crazy. I feel like he’s the type to ask you to talk dirty to him like that. First time you ever did, you didn’t even think about it. He was sucking on your nipples and circling his fingers around your clit, teasing you all spread out on the bed. You felt so good but wanted more, and it just slipped out in Spanish. 

“Por favor damelo,” 

You immediately laughed at the fact that you just spoke a language this man didn’t know and you thought he probably got very confused. Interrupting your thought, he shoved two fingers inside you, making you choke on your own laughter with a deep moan. 

“I don’t know what you just said but it makes me want to fuck you so badly baby,” he whispered and licked around your clit. So he likes it, you think. Your eyes roll back and your toes curl up as he starts going faster pumping his fingers inside you.

“Ay papi,” Namjoon growls against your pussy. “-tocame alli,” you moan and so does he, humming against your clit. His cock aches from the way the words roll off your tongue. 

KIM TAEHYUNG 

“You should teach me Spanish!” Taehyung says as he slumps down besides you on the bed and gets comfy. You look at him and wonder where this idea came from.

“Why?”

“So that I can talk to your family properly, earn some good boyfriend-points.” he says. “And tell you how sexy you look, - in Spanish.” Tae wiggles his eyebrows. You slap his chest lightly as you laugh.

“But how would you know if I lie? You know, tell you this is how you say ‘have a nice day’ but in reality it’s ‘I want to fuck you’.” you give him a challenging look and he smiles, showing his teeth.

“Noooo, my baby doesn’t know naughty words like that.” He cups your innocent looking face and laughs in a square shaped smile. You roll your eyes and shove his hands away from your face. 

“Quiero cogerte,” you say slowly, looking into his eyes and blushing at the fact that you’re saying I want to fuck you out loud. You cringe at yourself but at the same time feel a little turned on. 

Taehyung squints at you, “You could be saying anything in Spanish and it would sound sexy. You could’ve just said I love cucumber.” 

You laugh and shake your head, already blushing and praying to God for forgiveness for what you’re about to say. 

“Quiero chuparte hasta que vengas en mi boca.” 

Taehyung doesn’t laugh or squint because your voice is dripping of lust. He can tell from your voice dropping an octave and the look in your eyes that what you just said was filthy. 

“What does it mean?” he said out of breath, his Adams apple bobbing. 

You lean forward to kiss him and he hungrily responds with opening his wet mouth. Slowly you trail your hand towards his crotch, making your way inside his pants and boxer briefs. He whines when you squeeze his dick and you feel it growing in your hand. His hands grab on your waist and caress the warm skin and Taehyung feels like his insides are twisting. You bite his lip and palm his growing erection. To access his neck for leaving possessive marks you pull his hair harshly and start to lick down his jaw, making him hiss.

He pants your name and asks once again what it meant.

“Let me show you instead,” you say and sink to your knees between his legs, spreading them wide with your palms on the inner side of his thighs.  

[phan-of-the-pen]

I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 3

Hey guys! New chapter! I also used the song Resistance by Muse. ALSO I’m on spring break today so I’m going to have more free time!! That means more chapters!! :D

Tags for chapter: fluff, lowkey flirting

Words for chapter: ~3.8k

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

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After about a week had gone by, Dan was feeling much more like himself. His mental health had balanced out a little, the chemicals in his brain righting themselves to as good as they ever got, and the few symptoms that he had experienced due to his concussion had faded away. Which was good, because Dan was sure that if he forgot what kind of coffee he had been in the middle of making one more time Jaime was going to kick him out of the store until he was fully healed.

Besides the normal mishaps that happened on a day-to-day basis regardless of concussions involved, the week was relatively decent enough and lacking in any special "charm", as Jaime put it. But it wasn't like Dan was complaining. Yeah, it was good to be doing something, but having a slower-than-normal week was perfect for giving Dan's health a little bit of time to catch up. Dan also didn't have to work with Steve at all this past week, which was an absolute blessing, thank god.

Dan did end up taking the whole "limiting screen time" thing a bit hard. There were multiple times where he would subconsciously pull his phone out of his back pocket to check the time or scroll through social media when there weren't any customers around, just for Jaime to pluck it right out of his hands with a tsk. And he would groan and mumble about how "unfair" she was being, but really he was kind of glad that he had someone to make sure he didn't screw his brain up any more than he already had.

And, because staying up until 4AM on Tumblr wasn't an option anymore, he was significantly much more well-rested, resulting in a much smaller consumption of caffeine, which his body seemed to be thanking him for. Funny how things can work out like that.

It was a Monday, and he was for once alone in the shop. Steve was in some other country for holiday and Jaime had come down with a nasty cold over the weekend. And, surprisingly enough, that exhausted all of their options. The store itself was small, so it easily got by with few employees, but as it was minus Dan, Jaime, and Steve, the rest of the help were teenagers still in school that took shifts on the weekends and some nights. What was Dan going to do?—call one of the kids and ask them "uh yeah hey I know you're in the middle of class right now, but could you maybe cover for someone who called out sick?". No, Dan would pass on that.

His phone dinged in his pocket, and his chuckled. That would be Jaime, for the millionth time today already, complaining that she was "literally dying". There was no one in the shop, so Dan palmed his phone, unlocking it with a swipe of his finger. He laughed at Jaime's message and replied, biting his lip to unconsciously try to hide his smile.

>> From: my maraschino cherry

dan i cant even get out of bed to write my will

how will ppl know all of my millions go to my cat

>> To: my maraschino cherry

two problems:

1 you dont have a cat

2 i know full well you have abt 37€ to your name

>> From: my maraschino cherry

i cant believe you would be this rude to me when im dying

>> To: my maraschino cherry

if ur gonna die im getting ur paycheck

>> From: my maraschino cherry

if im gonna die im gonna haunt your ass for the rest of ur miserable life howell

Dan laughed, but a teenager that was obviously skipping school walked in the store, so he pocketed his phone for the moment. She ended up ordering a coffee but didn't stray from the counter, instead she very obviously flicked her eyes over Dan and tried to flirt with him. Fortunately for Dan, however, she could tell after a few moments of his awkward stuttering and the uncomfortable hunch of his shoulders that he wasn't interested, and she backed down, wishing him a good day and walking back out of the store, throwing a "Thanks for the coffee!" over her shoulder.

When she was gone Dan let out a sigh of relief and relaxed against the counter. He hated being flirted with. It made him way too anxious and stressed out.

This Monday was the slowest day he had seen in a very long time, possibly the most empty he had ever seen the store in the entire time he had worked here, which had been quite a while. Three hours had passed since that girl had come in, and no one else had entered the store, leaving Dan alone. He'd made himself two coffee's, had his lunch break, played several games on his phone, and even face-timed Jaime. Now though, Jaime was sleeping, his phone was nearly dead, and he still had another four hours before his shift was ending. Would he last until six? Time would only tell, that was for sure.

Dan slumped through another forty-five minutes of him lazing around the coffee shop, counting the cars as they passed by. He nearly fell asleep once, and because he so happened to be working in a coffee shop, Dan made him a double caramel macchiato with an absurd amount of sugar in it. He quite nearly chugged it, just for something to do, but settled for a slightly more reserved series of large gulps.

Afterwards, he used the key in his pocket to unlock the manager's office. Well, "office" was a bit of a stretch. It was mainly just a tiny room where the security monitor was housed as well as the filing cabinet that was sure to hold things like employee records and information on ingredients purchased and such. Dan's key didn't open that, and since his key was actually Jaime's she didn't have access to that either. The only one who did was the owner.

Dan sat at the desk, looking around for some sorts of PA system. He had never really been back here, only seen Jaime come in to turn the store's music on and turn it off every day they worked together. And frankly, even if Jaime was technically the manager, she had given Dan the temporary title when he stopped by her apartment to grab the keys to the store when she called him to tell him that she was sick, and that meant that he could choose the music, today. He'd been playing songs on his phone for the day, as some source of background noise, but with the nearing death of his phone, he had stopped the app awhile ago.

Maybe music is the key to ending this suffering, Dan thought, shuffling papers out of the way, still looking. Maybe, if I can ever find the damn thing.

Dan huffed, defeated, slumping against the chair. He absentmindedly spun in it a little, rocking from left to right, thinking. So, there was obviously no little radio or something back here, connected to the speakers, so that was out of the question. There was also no microphone or anything of the sorts that could be used to broadcast music via an outside source like a phone, which wouldn't have helped him anyways with said almost-dead battery. He sat, turning the problem in question around in his head. Dan left his head fall back on the headrest, puffing out his cheeks and staring at the ceiling. He spun himself in the chair with his foot, watching as the peeling paint above him swirled with him. When he came to a stop he picked his head up, thinking about how that was probably not the greatest for his head after a recent concussion, and his gaze landed right on the computer.

He wasn't sure about his possible success rate, but he sat up, switching the monitor on. A screen for a password came up, and Dan looked at it for a moment before putting in his employee pin. The computer beeped but the screen didn't change. A pop-up surfaced: Your password was incorrect.

Dan frowned, but then lit up almost immediately as the pieces clicked into place. Of course his pin wouldn't work; he wasn't the manager of the store and didn't have a key to this back room, so it wouldn't make any sense for his employee number to work. However, Jaime was the manager, and they had clocked in for each other more than enough times at this point for each other to know their pins.

He typed out her six-number pin and hit 'enter' but this time when the computer beeped, there was no pop-up. The home screen opened and Dan smiled. There wasn't much on the screen, but he flicked his eyes over the small selection of apps lined up on the left side of the screen and clicked on one who's icon was a blue eighth note. What was basically a souped-up Spotify opened, and Dan scrolled through the music selection available. There was a history bar, but the only thing on there was the local pop station, which was obviously what Jaime played day to day.

Dan knew that this was a work computer and everything on it was probably recorded and such, and—not to mention the fact that at some point today there were going to be customers so he couldn't choose something nuts—as a result he passed by everything in the search that was heavier, more on the rock and roll side. He finally picked with a huge grin on his face, settling on one of the band's albums and hitting play, cackling when he heard the sound burst through the speakers in the front of the store. Dan raised the volume a little—just a tad, really—and stood, making his way out of the manager's office in higher spirits than he entered it with. Dan re-locked the door behind him and made his way back behind the counter with a bounce in his step.

The next half an hour was better with music to keep him company, especially with his favorite artist easing the boredom that Dan felt. He was enjoying himself, if only slightly. Darkshines faded out and Dan had just finished texting Jaime (who was probably still asleep) that he was having a ton of fun here by himself (which was only half true; the music was good, yes, but he would have preferred some company too). Dan wasn't really paying too much attention to what was playing through the speakers, but when the almost haunting sound was taken over by a wonderful piano solo and the backbeat of a drum that Dan knew so well, he dropped his phone onto the counter and forgot about it completely. Dan grinned so wide he might have been afraid of his face splitting right in two.

He sang along, gaining confidence in the vacant coffee shop with every verse. Dan drummed on the counter to the guitar, the drums, even the rise and fall of the vocals of the song itself. Dan laughed, dancing on his feet as the chorus crashed.

Love is our resistance,

They'll keep us apart and won't stop breaking us down,

Hold me,

Our lips must always be sealed

Dan was honestly having fun at that point. One of his favorite songs of all time was on, and frankly, it had picked up his whole mood.

So, really, Dan couldn't be blamed when he didn't notice the little chime of the bell on top of the front door over the music, but he did notice that he had an audience when he spun around—still, admittedly, dancing—to find a tall, skinny man with dark, dark hair and very pale skin standing, a few steps inside the store, stopped dead in his tracks, mouth open a little and eyes wide, eyebrows high on his forehead.

Dan yelped, startled and very nearly slipping on his own two feet. He felt his face flush immediately and the guy himself had a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but it was undoubtedly much much more controlled than Dan's. His mouth went dry and he suddenly wished very much that Jaime was here, because if she was, Dan wouldn't have had his choice in music, and him getting caught dancing by a stranger wouldn't have happened, damnit.

"Uh...sorry. C-can I help you?" Dan stuttered, his face still hot. One of his hands was shaking but he just slipped it into his pocket. The guy blinked and Resistance was over, the music fading into something else, and the spell between them seemed to break, returning reality to its original state. The stranger nodded, stepping forward, a small smile on his face.

"It's okay, I like Muse too, I just wasn't expecting it," he said, chuckling, "and I'll have one caramel macchiato, please," he finished, biting his lip a little at the end of his sentence. Dan nodded, turning around and started to make the coffee, grateful to not have to hold the guy's gaze, but Dan could feel his eyes burning holes into Dan's back the entire time that he mixed the drink. He tried not to feel more uncomfortable and embarrassed than he already was. It wasn't working.

"Here you go," Dan said, handing the drink over, "one caramel macchiato." Their hands brushed and Dan flicked his eyes up from where his gaze was resting on the counter. He was looking at Dan weird. Did Dan say something? Offend the guy?

But as Dan finally met the stranger's eyes with his own, he became abruptly aware of how blue they were. A memory surfaced, one of colliding head-first with a stranger on the street with similarly gorgeous eyes, causing Dan to look the guy over. He had the eyes, the same combination of pretty and handsome that Dan remembered through the haze of his headache, the same everything that Dan had remembered. Except for the pair of black glasses perched on his nose.

In all fairness, the guy had flicked his eyes over Dan too, and was looking at him expectantly, a question that Dan couldn't read in his eyes.

"Did you...this is going to sound weird, but did you happen to, ah, run into anyone? Like last week-ish? And them possibly fall over?" Dan squeaked, his small amount of confidence burning out mid-way through his question but Dan's social anxiety keeping him from dropping it.

The man smiled, and it was blinding.

"Yeah! I was wondering if it was you because you looked so familiar, but I didn't want to say anything and seem like a creep. I'm glad you said something!" He laughed, and it was the happiest sound Dan had ever heard. He could feel his blush. The stranger who Dan did-and-didn't know stuck his hand out, that smile still there.

Dan shook it, his head still whirling. His hands were just as warm as Dan remembered them, as utterly creepy that sounded in his head.

"I'm Phil, by the way, it's nice to meet you again."

"Uh, Dan. And...yeah," he replied lamely.

Internally, he groaned. Can he really be any stupider in a social conversation? Is that possible?

Phil was still smiling, but it dampened a little and he looked concerned. "How is your head, by the way? Better, hopefully?"

"Oh, yeah, it still throbs every once in awhile just to be a pain in the ass, but I think I'm good at this point. You were right though—I had a concussion. My friend ended up taking me to the doctor's."

Phil grimaced in sympathy.

"I can't say that I'm jealous of that. I'm quite a clumsy person, so I've had my fair share of concussions. I'm glad you're feeling better though! I was wondering if you were okay like, the entire rest of the day we ran into each other. I felt so guilty."

Damn, he'd probably double over if I told him that I stayed in bed for like 48 hours straight after that fall, Dan thought, eh, it was for a different reason though, maybe not.

Instead of voicing his thoughts, Dan chuckled a little.

"The whole day, huh? That's pretty empathetic, especially for a stranger."

"Oi! You looked like you were about to fall over! It was like walking one of my drunk friends home!" Phil said, almost a whine. Dan laughed, he couldn't help it really, there was just something inexplicably funny about Phil grumbling as he was.

"Besides, we aren't strangers anymore, so you're point is totally invalid."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm Phil, you're Dan. Dan and Phil. Phil and Dan. We know each other's names so we're totally not strangers."

Dan snorted and shook his head. His phone beeped on the counter, definitely just Jaime replying to him, probably telling him not to have so much fun when she was dying.

"Aw, you're ringer isn't a Muse song. I'm disappointed now." Phil said and Dan rolled his eyes.

"I don't like Muse that much, mate."

Phil scoffed playfully, and gave Dan a look.

"Really? I walked in here with you giving your own little performance of Resistance by Muse. Quite entertainingly, really, and I can bet that no one who 'doesn't like Muse that much' would do that, mate."

Dan felt a little off at that. Partially because Phil saw right through Dan's bullshit and his easy-going jibe at Dan's use of 'mate'.

"Fine, you caught me, guilty as charged and all that—I love Muse. They're my absolute favorite music group and the owners of my literal soul." At the end, Dan had gotten a bit sarcastic, but overall the statement was true. Phil smiled, but this one was different, it was slyer, like he knew a secret that Dan didn't.

"I thought so, Dan."

Dan almost choked on his own spit when Phil said his name like that. And Dan wasn't even sure what 'like that' even meant, he just knew that there was something different at how his name rolled off of Phil's lips.

Phil's eyes went a little wide, his mouth forming an 'o' like he was remembering something.

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot to pay!" Phil reached into his back pocket, and Dan's eyes totally didn't follow the movement, thank you very much. He pulled out a leather wallet and opened it up, placing his coffee on the counter so he could use two hands and was already pulling out money, but Dan snapped back to attention and waved it away.

"No no, you keep that Phil."

"Dan, I've got to pay for my coffee."

"Nope, I won't let you. It's on me, okay? I ran into you that night, you walked me home and made sure I got in safely, trust me, you keep your money, Phil."

"Dan, we ran into each other, you can't really count that," Phil said, trying to hand Dan what was enough to buy two coffees. Dan pushed Phil's hands away, giving the guy an exasperated look.

"I can and I will. Look, even if you don't count that, you still walked me home, I still owe you."

"That's not how it works."

"You did a favor for me, I'm doing a favor for you; that's so how it works."

"Dan-"

"Take the damn coffee, Phil," Dan said, and following an impulse, plucked the wallet out of Phil's hands, slipped the money back inside and shut it. Dan leaned over the counter a little for a better reach, one of his hands braced on the counter, and put the wallet into the pocket on Phil's shirt. Dan pulled back, rocking on his heels a little, and flashed Phil a little smile. Phil shook his head, but there was a smile on his face.

"You are very stubborn, Dan"

"Thanks."

Phil laughed and picked up his coffee, taking a sip. His face lit up and he looked down at the steaming drink in his hands.

"Wow this is actually really good," he said, surprise in his voice.

"You are one of those really supportive friends, aren't you, Phil." Dan snorted.

"Hey!" Phil cried, indignantly. "How do I know that fall didn't, like, scramble your brains or something? Forever impair your coffee-making abilities?"

Dan laughed again, and honestly, he couldn't help it if he tried. Phil was just too...too Phil. Dan didn't know what was about him, but now that he wasn't severely concussed, he was aware of how fun Phil seemed to be around.

It turned out that Phil had been looking around for a place to stay and burn some time before he had to get into work, so he stayed up at the counter, and he and Phil fooled around for a little, joking and teasing each other. Dan had made himself a drink (a smoothie this time because he didn't think his system could handle any more caffeine without imploding) and Phil had another coffee and a danish from their display case (which he actually paid for because he quite literally just wouldn't accept Dan waving the money away). When it came time for Phil to leave, however, the process nearly took almost fifteen minutes because neither of them would shut up. When Phil was at the glass door and they were still trading jokes, he looked at his watch and said something about running late from staying too long, and even though he didn't seem too concerned about it, Dan certainly was, shooing him out with a "Phil! Go! I swear to god if you're late to work!". Phil had laughed his way out and so had Dan, really.

When he was gone though, Dan couldn't help but feel a little lonely. He hadn't really had anyone around all day besides the very few customers that had popped in for a few minutes, and Phil's presence was a welcome change in all of it. Now that he was gone the store felt much more empty than before.

Thankfully for Dan though, soon after, things started to pick up. More and more people came in for their evening coffee, and with the customers, Dan was busy, which was good enough. When his shift was over, and two teens had come in to take over the store, Dan had forgone getting a taxi home to walk under the gloom of the Manchester skies. He stopped by a fast-food place to grab some dinner on his way back to his flat.

And if he paused and looked around at a particular corner close to home, his spirits dropping a little at the sight of nothing and nobody around him, no one had to know.

[gravitymirage]

Taking Back Control - Part 8

@intplier

 Mark’s eyelids drooped heavily against his eyes as he stared intently and his computer. He still wore his pyjamas, and his hair splayed shaggily across his head. The light from the screen illuminated his face, making the bags under his eyes even more prominent. Mark found himself grateful for pre-recorded videos, but he knew that wouldn’t last forever. He had to get Amy back, and he could only think of one way to do it. He sighed rubbing his face, letting his gaze bore into the blank email as if it would write itself.

Dark controlled who entered and leaved the egos dimension. They had been offering Mark an invitation for months to ‘meet the alters’. Mark scoffed. He doubted it would ever be that simple – it was probably some ploy to get Mark killed. But alas, if Mark wanted entrance, he’d have to accept Dark’s offer. There was no other way.

So, Mark continued to glare at the blank email before him. He was yet to think of an intelligent way to accept Dark’s offer – or at least get information out of them. He groaned, slamming his hand on his desk, rapidly blinking away drowsiness. Did it have to be well worded? Giving up, he let his hands move across the keyboard in a tired haze, before leaning back in his chair to admire his handwork.

 dark

tell me wat th fuc is goin ojn

im sik of yuor shit

 the 1 and pnly

merkIpliermoo

 Mark nodded profoundly. Perfect. He gazed over it again, squinting. Maybe he was too tired for this. He shook his head. It would be fine. He contemplated adding ‘you little bitch’, but decided against it. He didn’t want to offend Dark. Not yet anyways, not while he needed information. He attempted to fix some spelling and changed the ending, leaving it with a simple ‘Mark’, before nodding again. It was flawless. He hadn’t mentioned Amy, so Dark would necessarily think he knew anything. It was straight to the point, and didn’t leave room for misunderstanding. He felt like a genius. He was just as sly and clever as Dark himself. Mark yawned, blinking away watery eyes. He really needed sleep.

He hit send. Now to play the waiting game.

Mark stood, stumbling away from the computer. His heart dropped as he was greeted by the dark silence that was the hallway. He was at home currently, he had been all day. He’d called off recording for a break, which had caused concern amongst his friends. He’d told them that they’d been working hard on skits, and that it was good for them to have a break to help create new ideas. Whilst that wasn’t necessarily wrong, it was out of character. Even if he’d asked the others to take a break, he was always working on something. In a way, he was still technically working on something, the others just didn’t know. Getting Amy back. Ever since his conversation with Ethan, he hadn’t brought anything up. He claimed she was out with friends. That he had forgotten. He’d bottled up his worry. They wouldn’t understand it. They’d think he was crazy, ask to call the police to find her.

Mark sighed, his shoulders slumping. It had had only been a few days without her, and he was already lonely. The idea that it was his fault she was gone burrowed into his thoughts like a parasite. Maybe if Mark had thought to tell her his characters were real this would’ve been avoided. Maybe if he’d just accepted Dark’s invitation it wouldn’t have happened. So many maybes with little fact. If his friends knew that every character he played was real, would they trust him still? What if they knew that occasionally his characters replaced him? Would they continue to think of him as a friend? A boyfriend? Mark shook his head, rolling his eyes with a bitter laugh. Late night thoughts. Amy didn’t have to be gone for anxiety to seep in.

Having an entire dimension filled with copies of yourself was certainly a secret that was hard to keep.

Mark received a reply soon after, and read over it with tired eyes.

 Mark

I understand your confusion with current events and would be happy to bring you up to date. I continue to extend my invitation to come to the alters dimension, as it would be a lot easier to discuss such matters in person. To add to this, the other alters await your arrival with bated breath, and I am sure you too wish to meet them.

I understand we’ve had our differences but I am very much looking towards speaking to you once more. Either come speak to the alters and I, or leave without your wanted information.

Please respond once you’ve made your choice.  Think carefully, I’m sure the correct choice is obvious.

Regards,

Dark.

 Mark scowled at the words illuminated on the screen before him with disgust. He could feel the sarcasm radiating off it. Dark thought he could out-fancy him with his fancy email. Well Mark wasn’t going to accept his stupid offer.

 dark

look I dont no waht youre playnig at, I no you no stuf an theirs no way im talking to you so noo

 Mark didn’t think to edit his email, immediately hitting send. His head was throbbing and he felt as if he was going to pass out. There was a long moment before Dark responded.

Mark

Looking at the time I realise you might be too tired to make these decisions. I suggest you go to sleep and spend a day to reconsider my offer.

Regards,

Dark.

 Mark looked over the message, rolling his eyes. He was perfectly capable of making a decision right now! Dark just didn’t want to accept no for an answer! Mark stood defiantly, pushing his chair back. He tripped over it and collapsed, his head hitting the floor. He attempted to stand but exhaustion washed over him. He flopped against the ground, and let sleep overcome him.

 Amy stared out at the never-ending forest that circled the mansion, wind ruffling her hair and causing her to shiver. She stood on the terrace located at the top of the tower, looking out at the gorgeous view. Google had been assigned to watch over her, and she’d asked to go to the tower. The robot had stood for a solid five minutes attempting to calculate something wrong with the request. Upon realising there wasn’t anything, he’d begrudgingly led her towards the tower. They’d passed back through the Google’s study, in which only Green was inside. Green had given Google a questioning look, which had pissed off the robot further.

“I am assigned to Amy and she has requested we go to the tower.” He spat. Amy had never heard a robot speak with such malice, she didn’t get why Google seemed to despise her so much. Green had just nodded, turning back to their desk, which had screens filled with a variety of maps.

“Let me know if you need assistance.” Amy had leaned over to look at Green’s work but Google pulled her back, dragging her up the stairs. They’d passed the reading room – the blood had been cleaned up. She caught a glance at the next floor of the tower, which had the curtains drawn and was filled with a pale blue light coming from the many screens adorning the walls. The Host’s radio room. The mysterious alter was nowhere to be found, and when she’d questioned Google, he’d given some droned response on him being in the left wing. She was pulled up to the terrace where she stared at the endless dimension in which she was trapped. Google stood stiffly at the top of the stairs, glaring at her coldly, his face twisted into a grimace. Amy had spent around an hour up there when another alter came running up the stairs. Google turned to greet them, scowling.

“Trimmer. What are you doing here?” Bim spent a moment gawking at the robot before clearing his throat.

“I just came to see Amy! I was told she was up here.” He leaned to look around Google, giving Amy a little wave when he spotted her.

“Why?” Google interrogated forcefully, causing the gameshow host to flinch back.

“I just wanted to see her! I thought she might enjoy my company.” He glanced at her desperately. Google continued to scrutinise Bim, before turning to face Amy.

“Is this correct?”

“Pardon?” she questioned.

“Do you wish Bim to accompany you?” She nodded vigorously. Bim was a lot better company than the emotionless robot before her. The game show host beamed, and Google resentfully stepped aside.

“Amy! Good to see you again!” He waltzed over, joining her by the tower wall, glancing over the landscape. “It’s a wonderful view isn’t it!” She nodded. He was still wearing his suit, and Amy wondered if he wore one every day. He turned to face her, adjusting his glasses and clasping his hands together. “Miss Nelson, I would like to whole-heartedly apologise for the disaster that was yesterday. I understand that it was all my fault and it will not happen again.” Amy stared at him, he was serious.

“Bim, yesterday wasn’t a disaster, you don’t need to apologise. I caused all the hassle by running away!” Bim flinched, glancing at Google and back at her with wide eyes.

“Don’t say it that loud!” he whisper yelled, which was the equivalent of a regular speaking voice. “Look, you ran because I left the car unlocked. Plus, we were in that scenario in the first place because I forgot my wallet. So just let me apologise and we can move on.”

“I was never stopping you from apologising. It’s over and done with and everything turned out fine.” That was figurative. It turned out alright for Bim, she was still trapped. At least he looked reassured. She walked alongside the balcony of the circular tower, admiring a bird gliding through the sky. It wasn’t any species she recognized, and Amy questioned if entirely new animals existed in this realm. Was every creature out of games Mark had played here too? She snorted, that could lead to some abominations. Bim trailed slightly behind her like an adoring puppy. Amy felt vaguely uncomfortable with his attention. It made sense in a way, he was part of Mark, but that was also the issue. He wasn’t Mark. Her eyes watched the bird fly down towards the fountain and she did a double take, squinting. A figure stood at the base of the fountain. He appeared to be attempting some skateboard tricks on the edge of it, but it clearly wasn’t going well. The figure had fallen over continuously, but it certainly hadn’t stopped their enthusiasm. She nudged Bim. “Who’s that?” Bim trailed his eyes away from her and down to the figure. His eyes brightened.

“It’s Bing!” He said it rather loudly, which caused Google to jerk up. The robot stalked over, shoving Bim aside and glancing down at the fountain. They cursed, their voice shuddering with glitches.

“What’s that pathetic excuse for a software doing back here?” he growled out. Amy flinched back.

“I don’t know…” she paused, “Can I see him?” Google spun to face her, his body glitching and stuttering.

“Absolutely not. The other Googles and I already kicked him out. We don’t need that no-hoper back here. He lowers the intelligence of every lifeform in the vicinity.” Amy furrowed her brow, but Bim spoke up first. He stuttered, causing his body to jerk as he quickly fixed it.

“Well, he’s near the water! We can’t leave him there, if he falls in he’ll short circuit.” Google turned, his glowing eyes boring into Bim’s, causing them to pull back slightly.

“Good. That little failure can trip into his own death.” Venom dripped from the robot’s voice.

“Well I’m not taking no for an answer.” The gameshow host said defiantly, grabbing Amy’s hand and pulling her after him down the stairs. Google roared out in outrage, his entire figure twitching as he stormed after the pair.

“I was assigned to accompany Miss Nelson!”

“Well you asked Miss Nelson if she wanted me to accompany her and she said yes. So guess what I’m doing?” Bim shot back. Google froze, stunned for a moment. The gameshow host had outsmarted them. The robot shook their head, cursing and grumbling as they followed after them. Bim swung the mansion doors open, and Amy noted that they did open for him. He sauntered over to the new robot, still busily attempting to do something on the skateboard. Amy was relatively sure he was doing it wrong. “Bing! Long-time no see!” The robot looked up.

“Ah! Suh dude!” He leapt of the skateboard, stumbling slightly, and fist bumped with Bim. He adjusted his sunglasses, turning to face Amy. “And who might this pretty lady here…be…” He trailed off, and she didn’t need to see his eyes to know he was gawking, his mouth was wide open. “Amy?” he yelped after a moment. She nodded, offering a slight smile.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He stared at her, before offering a fist bump, which she returned. “Yo Bim what’s she doing here…” He trailed off once more, noticing Google standing in the doorway. “Woah it’s a party today! Where’ve you been Googs!” He strolled over, but paused as Google shot up the middle finger.

“Get away from me, you sack of shit.” He muttered with his robotic tone. Bing pulled back, feigning hurt.

“What the @#!% you &#$@!” He shot up the finger, but it blurred out with a censor bar. Bing glanced at it. “@#!$. I hate Safe Search!” He yelled. Google smirked up at him, revelling in his victory. Bim cleared his throat.

“Do you want to come inside?” Bim looked over at him, then Amy, then Google. Bing offered a forced laugh.

“Nah dude! I’m good, just gonna, keep doin’ these rad tricks bruh!” He faltered, glancing over at the mansion. “Plus I, er, well I’m not a coward or anything. But I don’t really wanna go back there, or see him ever again.” Bim flinched, but nodded.

“No, that’s fine dude. I was just wondering. Do stop by more though!” Bing hopped on his skateboard, waving to them as he made his way off jerkily on his skateboard. Amy waved after him with slight bewilderment. They were quite the character. Google spoke up.

“Now, I think we should return back to our objective, which was to keep. Miss. Nelson. Inside. The. Mansion. Trimmer…” Google glowered at the alter, and they shrunk back under their gaze.

“Right. Yes. Come along Amy. It was really nice seeing Bing but we really need to get back inside.” He placed a hand on Amy’s back, escorting her towards the doors. Once they were inside, Google slammed the door shut behind them.

“Where to now Miss Nelson?” The robot droned. She shrugged slightly.

“The tower?” Bim pouted.

“That’s no fun! Come on, let’s go to the theatre! I don’t think Wilford’s there at the moment…” He sauntered away, and Amy forced a smile, following after Bim with Google taking up the rear. Her eye hurt, and she wiped at her face. An eyelash. She blew it off her finger.

She wished someone would come help her soon.

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[awashsquid]

tracer, "S/he died 7 years ago"

This is...probably not the expected direction for this prompt, but oh well!  Around 1800 words.  I have one more Ask that I’m working on, but I’m open if others want to send more of these prompts!

Tracer’s dress shoes always squeaked a little, so she usually tookto whistling to distract herself from the jarring sound every time she put downa foot.  She walked down the hallwaydoing just this, the whistling bouncing off of the walls to create an overlappingecho of notes and song, discordantly chaotic enough that she was forced tostop, her shoes squeaking louder for the newfound quietness.  She tugged a little on the hem of her jumper asshe walked, uncomfortable alone in the hushed hall.  The jumper, a slightly scratchy striped woolnumber, was one her Dad had gotten her last year for her birthday, and evenwith the bulky accelerator (now a permanent addition to her wardrobe, much toher chagrin), she thought he’d be happy to see her wearing it.

It was his birthday today, and she thought she’d nip round hishouse and take him for a decent dinner—her treat, of course—since she knew he’dmostly just eaten takeout since Mum had died eight years ago.  She had tried to call and make sure he wasfree on the off chance that he had planned a night out with friends or even adate, but all she heard on the other end of the line was “this number is nolonger in service.”  Something about theautomated tone had sent a shiver up her spine, and she had hung up with adistinct sense of unease.  It waspossible he had gotten a new number and forgotten to tell her, perhaps, andthis unconvincing rationale kept repeating in her mind, in time with her shoessqueaking, as she approached the exit to the base.

Squeak—everything’s fine—squeak—he just forgot—squeak—getting older, more senile—squeak—

“Tracer!” Winston greeted, and she snapped out of her rhythmicworrying with a small jump, realizing that she hadn’t heard her friend approach.  (And considering that her friend was a gorillaweighing several hundred pounds, it was alarming how she had managed to ignorethe sounds of his approach.)  “You’re alldressed up!  Where are you off to?”

“just headed to me Dad’s flat, gonna take ‘im out for ‘is birthday.”  Her voice was chipper as she rocked on herheels, but the anxiety behind it wouldn’t be lost on Winston.  He knew her too well to be fooled by her bestattempts at pretending that all was well.

Winston’s face twitched in displeasure, and suddenly she was awareof just how empty the hallway was, the silence of the base when nothing couldbe heard except for the slight hum of the electronics.  “Did you clear this with Angela?”

She shuffled guiltily from foot to foot, scratching the side of herhead.  “Not exactly…”  Winston looked down the bridge of his glassesin that way he always did when he disapproved of something.  “I mean, she told me I could go out for a bit‘ere and there, and I’ve not been to a proper pub since—” she cut herself off,not sure what to call it: “the accident” sounded too trivial, but “being suckedthrough time in a torturous vortex” was too long and dramatic.  She settled instead for tapping the edge ofher accelerator lightly.  “Well, you know.”

Winston’s gaze softened.  “I won’tstop you.”  Tracer began to thank him,but he continued talking.  “However,” he added, and she groanedaudibly, “I insist on taking you to Angela first.  To make sure that everything is clearedmedically for you to go out.  We don’t wantany malfunctions.”  

Lena shuddered a little as the image of her sitting with her Dadonly to suddenly disappear, screaming, into the nothingness of time itself,maybe never to return.  “All right, Win,”she agreed.  Her voice sounded small inthe cavernous space, and she raised it in false cheer to overcompensate for herunease.  “Let’s off, then!  Don’t want ‘im to be waiting, ‘e can’t stayup too late.”

They reached the medical bay in short time, the large white spaceunnerving after spending so much time here, the scent of antiseptic and latex souringin her nose, making her imagine that decay and death were intermingled in theodor.  The bay was empty save twosleeping patients, so Angela noticed them immediately and walked over to greetthem, her small heels clicking on the tile floor, tapping out a rhythm like thesecond hand of a clock.  “Good afternoon!  What can I do for you two?”

“Tracer needs checked up. She’s planning on going to see her Dadtonight,” Winston intoned, putting an emphasis on the word that made Lena feeluncomfortable in a way she couldn’t quite place.

Angela’s face turned from polite to solemn faster than Lena couldblink (in either sense of the word).  “Oh.  Oh, I see. Yes, I had worried this could be possible.  Lena, I will need you to come with me,please.  Winston, if you would get thefiles we need.”  She put a white-clad armaround a confused and indignant Tracer and steered her towards one of theprivate rooms to the side of the general bay. Winston nodded and headed to the left towards the medical recorddatabase.

“Are you going to tell me just what the bloody ‘ell you think you’redoing?”  Her shouts were probably loud enoughto wake other patients, but she didn’t care. Something was wrong, something was horribly, horribly wrong, and shecouldn’t figure out what.

“I will explain soon, Lena. I think it is best to wait for Winston to rejoin us.”  Angela reached to lift her jumper and takevitals, but Lena twisted away, pinning herself against the wall, the doctorbetween her and the door.

“If you don’t tell me what’s going on right now, I am going to blink out of ‘ere, and you won’t be ableto catch me.”

Angela sighed heavily.  “Verywell.  But I think it best if you aresitting down.”

Lena grumpily crossed her arms (with a bit of difficulty, as shehadn’t gotten used to the extra bulk on her chest just yet) and plopped downonto the chair next to the bed; she was too stubborn to sit on the patient’sspot when she didn’t need examined.

“Lena,” Angela began, smoothing down her white coat, erasingwrinkles that were never there, “how much do you recall from when you werechronally disassociated?”

She flinched involuntarily, a shudder tick-tocking its way up thevertebrae of her spine.  “A good bit.”  She remembered the feeling of beingeverywhere and nowhere at once, the noiseless screams that came from a mouththat didn’t feel like hers (maybe wasn’thers, maybe never had been), flashes of events that she was never meant to see,driving her further and further from reality until she had nearly lost sight ofher own timeline.

Angela nodded, urging her to continue.  “Did you see anyone you know during thattime?”

Her mother, washingdishes, pregnant with her, humming tunelessly as she worked.  Winston, a baby gorilla, playing with blocksjust as a human child would.  Hergrandpa, who died before she was born, laughing as he flew a paper plane withher father.  She shook her head to clearthe memories.  “Yes.  Sometimes, anyway.  Nothing was in the right order, so it couldbe ‘ard to tell.”  She raised her eyesdefiantly.  “Why are you asking me thisright now?”

“Because, Lena,” Winston answered as he entered the small room, hisform taking up most of the empty space, “your father died seven years ago.”  He kicked the door shut with his back foot, gentlyenough that it did not slam, but she still heard a loud thud—was that the door, or was that her own heart beating?  Suddenly, she couldn’t quite breathe, hergasps making the accelerator rise and fall, her palms sweating against hertrousers.

“That’s not funny, Win,” she choked out, knowing that her bestfriend would never joke about something like this, but unable to accept what hewas saying.  Angela looked down on herpitifully as her eyes darted back and forth between her captors and the exit;perhaps she could take them by surprise and escape—

Winston sighed deeply, taking off his glasses and rubbing histemples.  “I have proof.”  He inserted a small drive into the room’scomputer and immediately articles began to pop up on the screen.  Each new title made her heart beat a littlefaster, her need to run away increasing. Noted pilot Charles Oxtondied.  Father of Overwatch agent passedaway.  Flashes from her own file,notes from the agency-appointed therapist she had seen—“Patient is in denial.”  “Patient is improving.”  “Patient requests leave to visit gravesite;leave granted with conditions.”

“That’s not possible,” Lena whispered.  The room was too small, the air positivelyreeked of rubbing alcohol, their eyes were watching her closely, and underneathit all, the incessant beating of her heart marched forward, ticking inside herchest like the hand of her father’s watch, fastened to her right wrist—

“Your experience away from the present time most likely disorientedyou, Lena,” Angela intoned in a voice that was meant to be soothing but justmade Tracer want to punch the compassion right out of her placid, agelessface.  “I had suspected that you mayexperience some disassociations from reality. I am sorry that this is one of them.”

“This is rubbish!”  She stoodup abruptly, the chair hitting the wall behind her.  There were tears streaming down her face,dotting her jumper with wet patches.  “I’mgoing to go get ‘im and show the lot of you.”

“Lena, we can’t let you do that.” Winston shifted so that his mass was in front of the door, blocking heronly exit.  “You sold his apartment aftercleaning it out.  There’s no one toretrieve.”

“Win, if you don’t move, I’ll bloody blink right through you, don’tthink I won’t—”

“You can’t blink in the hospital wing,” Angela near-whispered.  Tracer turned on her then, eyes red andfurious.  “It was a safety precaution,”she hastily tried to explain, “in case you tried to blink while injured andagitated your condition.”

“I think I’m bloody well agitated enough, thanks,” she snappedback.  “Win, move out of me way.”

“No.”

“Win, I need to go see my Da, it’s ‘is birthday, now move!”

“No.”

“ ‘e’s not dead, you bloody great gorilla—”

“He is, Lena, I’m so—”

“Then why can’t I remember?”  The question came out as a pained howl.  She smacked the wall with the palm of herhand before slinking to her knees.  “I- Ican’t remember ‘ow ‘e died, or- or when, or wha’ flowers—”  She rose her gaze to meet her friend’s,helpless as a child.  “I can’t rememberit, Win, why can’t I remember burying meown Da?”

“I’m so sorry, Lena,” he whispered, tears in his own eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”  He gathered her into his arms and let her sobinto his fur, her tiny hands clutching onto him tightly.

[saviormysticmeme]

Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grassOr if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

 RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that

You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90

‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands

want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)

its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘

You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you

Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile

His hands never moved so fast

‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’

‘fuck off’

Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had

But what he did have was his games

He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately

“Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”

It was over in minutes

Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base

Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after

hey man what the fuck

dude give me my shit back

fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please

dude please

Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”

In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile

It had been deleted

Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face

Until

“My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek

He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee

Ding.

Huh? New message.

Ding ding ding

You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app 

When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower

Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely

r u lonely to?

how about u be my valentine and we can go out??

You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”

come on babe

dont b like that

we can have fun

Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side

“Mc is everything alright?

“Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly

“Well your first problem is you apologized.” 

“Huh?”

Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”

“o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed

“Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower

She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it

Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you

ever

Zen

He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job

But when you get creepy mail from his followers

NO NO NO NO NO

You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address

One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them

“My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you

It was much creepier

It was a bunch of letters from some guy 

‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’

The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.

…

You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender

“Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”

“YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”

20 mins later

He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough

“Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge

After a few minutes of silence

..”I have an idea.”

Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”

Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe. 

He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course. 

Jumin

Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work

You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do

And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel

you look really nice in your profile picture

is that designer? man you got money to

you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?

You were appalled. 

“Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock. 

The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag

But nope

Same douchebag. Different site. 

why’d you block me? playing hard to get?

“How’d you find my profile?”

it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*

You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.

Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.

He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered. 

“Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.” 

“Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”

What

What do you mean

What guy

How

You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.

“Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”

You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

You don’t even waste time

The second you get the first creepy message

hey hot stuff

You hand your phone to Seven

He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face

Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.

Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back

‘Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file 

It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.

“What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back

With a big smirk on his face:

“Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages  on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”

You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”

“You already did” He laughs

“Huh?”

“You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.

You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough

And you did

The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics

And all your app icons were selfies

And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker

“SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V

V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around

Ding

V looked to see your phone light up on the table 

“MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs

“Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back 

“Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture  “What in the world”

my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)

V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this 

‘I dont’ He typed back.

awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out

“No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board

playing hard to get? i like

V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”

there was no reply for a moment

my friend said this was a girl

“I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away”

There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection

With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation

He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep. 

Saeran

You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app

Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue

When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages

hey babe

hey

wanna be my valentine

i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either

we can keep each other company ;)

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand

“Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half

wow ur not very polite

“I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl

come on baby dont be like that

You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad

“Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.” 

“Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”

Ding

Both your eyes shot back to the screen

so you’ll come see me ;)

Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting

Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head

He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.

After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.

“You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.

He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”

You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”

“Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”

You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.

..

That night you were awoken to 

Dingdingdingdingding

You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app

Iuwefjkgl

ahfuoieqhwf

please helpfehofejijeqiue

…..

I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.

You knew immediately. 

“Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text

All you got back was “:)” 

[steves-on-a-plane]

Secret, Secret

Words:1552 Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader  Other relationships: Dad!Bruce Banner Request: “hi can I request a Peter Parker x male reader. that's just filled with fluff.” -Anon Summary: So I got the idea for this story from this request^ but I might also write something else that’s also just Peter Parker X Reader. Anyway this turned into Peter & Male reader telling the reader’s Dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, that they are in fact a little more than best friends. IDK it was just a idea I had, and im not even sure I’m happy with the final product. Let me know what you think! 

“Peter, I don’t know if this is such a good idea after all.” You frowned nervously. The two of you were walking together down the pebbly path that led to the entrance of the Avenger’s Compound. You had decided it was finally time to let the rest of the team in on your biggest secret.

“[Y/N], it’s going to be fine.” Peter insisted. He reached out and took your hand. “Remember how worried you were when we told Aunt May?”

“This is different.” You insisted. “Aunt May doesn’t turn into a rage monster at the drop of a hat.”

“You’ve never been over when I forget to take out the trash.” Peter rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we’ll talk to your dad first. He likes me.”

“Dad like’s everyone. It’s the other guy you have to worry about.” You tried to smirk, wishing you could be as calm and self-assured as Peter Parker. Then again, he was Spiderman, he had a good reason to be confident. You swiped the Avengers ID that your “Uncle” Tony have given you and the two of you entered the building. Wanda and Vision were coming down the main hallway that you and Peter were walking up. You always liked the couple a lot, even before they showed they could keep yours and Peter’s secret.

“Hello, [Y/n]. Hello Peter.” Vision greeted to two of you pleasantly. “What brings you young gentlemen here today?”  

“We’re here to see Dr. Banner.” Peter explained.

“Are you finally going to tell him about the two of you?” Wanda asked excitedly.

“Wanda, shhh! Say it over the PA system, why don’t you?” You looked around uncomfortably. You would hate for your Dad to hear your news from someone else first.

“[Y/n], your concern is unnecessary. Dr. Banner is working in his soundproof laboratory with Mr. Stark.” Vision told you.

“If they’re working, maybe we should come back another time.” You suggested to Peter.

“They’re always working!” He laughed, grasping your hand again. You wriggled out of his touch for fear that someone else might see. Peter looked hurt, but he understood what you were worried about. You loved your dad and you were fairly close. After your mom died you only got closer. The two of you told each other everything and he knew you would feel much better once you had your only secret out in the open.

“We’d better go before I change my mind.” You sighed. “Catch you later, Wanda, Viz.”

You and Peter weren’t exactly quiet as you came into your father’s lab. For one thing, you were laughing loudly at a joke he’d just told you to lighten the mood. Your deep bellow seemed to boomerang around the room and echoed back to you. Seemingly undisturbed by anything your father and Tony kept their eyes on their work.

“Uh, Dad?” You called from the door before taking a few steps towards him. He didn’t respond to you. “Hello? Earth to Dr. Banner!” Still no response, so you walked even closer. You were now standing about a foot away. “Opera sucks!” You called trying to get his attention. “Dude!”

“[Y/n], he’s wearing headphones.” Peter pointed to your dad’s ears which you now saw were in fact covered by over the ear headphones. You reached out and gave your dad’s shoulder a gently shove.

“Sorry,” He apologized, taking the headphones off. “I was trying to concentrate.”

“Your kid thinks your music sucks!” Tony yelled from across the room. Before casting his eyes back at his computer screen.

“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” Your Dad chuckled. “What’s up guys?” He asked looking away from Tony and over at you. “It’s Thursday, don’t you usually have dinner with Aunt May on Thursdays?”

Bruce Banner was basically Dad of the year every year. You were the only kid you knew whose parent actually paid attention to you and knew where you were at all times. He always remembered that you tutored Math and Science on Mondays and Wednesdays, and worked on the school newspaper basically around the clock. He knew all of your friends’ names and could probably tell you five fun facts about each of them. He knew that Peter was your best friend, and while you spent most of your time hanging out at the Avengers Compound, you made time every Thursday to visit with Aunt May.

“We’re kind of blowing Aunt May off this week.” Peter explained. “She understands.”

“What’s so important? Deadline at the school paper?” You dad was concerned. It wasn’t like you to skip out on a commitment.

“Not exactly.” You tried not to bite your lip. It was a telltale sign that you were nervous and he’d pick up on it in an instant. “Pete and I have to talk to you about something.”

“Oh. Okay.” You Dad reached up and removed his glasses a telltale sign that he was nervous. “Should we, go somewhere more…?”

“The lab’s fine.” You assured him. “Besides, Uncle Tony’s going to find out eventually anyway.” You inhaled a deep breath. This was the first time you were going to admit to your dad who you really were. You always assumed he sort of knew. You’d never brought any girls home for him to meet. You never talked about being interested in any girls, or boys for that matter.

“You remember when you wanted to start seeing Natashia? And you gave me that great speech about how you weren’t trying to replace Mom, but you were ready to move on and you wanted to try with Nat because she understood you for who you really were and not just the man behind the Hulk?”

“Yeah. I remember.” He nodded. “You handled it very maturely.”

“Awesome. I’m just asking that you do the same for me.” You said, wringing your hands together. “So you know how Peter and I met at the school Newspaper? We started spending a lot of time together because I would write articles and he would take pictures…”

“He knows how a newspaper works.” Peter piped up.

“Right. Listen, Dad, Peter understands me the same way that Natasha understand you. He’s not just my best friend, Dad.” You still couldn’t exactly put to words what you were trying to say, but your dad was smart; a genius. Some things were more powerful than words. You reached over and entangled your fingers inside of Peter’s for the first time ever in front of your Dad.

You didn’t say anything and neither did Peter nor your dad. The room was silent except for the random bleeps coming from Tony’s computer in the back of the room. The longer the silence stretch the more uncomfortable you begin to feel. In your head, you were begging for someone to say something. You probably would have even settled for one of Tony’s witty comments in that moment. The seconds stretched on for what felt like years and still no one said anything.

“I know this probably wasn’t what you wanted from your only son…” You started to say, but your dad interrupted you. He put his glasses down on the counter next to the microscope he’d been working with, and got up off his chair.

“I’m sorry,[Y/N], but I have to stop you right there. This is who you are. You can’t change who you love any more than I could change my eye color or Uncle Tony could stop being sarcastic. And I think Peter,” your Dad turned to look at your boyfriend. “is perfect for you. You’re both smart, strong young men who I couldn’t be prouder of.” Then your Dad surprised you both by pulling you and Peter into a tight bear hug.

“Can I say something now?” Tony stepped out from his workstation coming alive for the first time. Now you couldn’t help but bite your lip. In the back of your mind you had hoped your dad would be cool with whatever you told him. It was a relief to know that he was. But Tony on the other hand, He was unpredictable, who knew what he was about to say. You felt your dad put a protective hand on your shoulder and assumed his other was on Peter’s.

“Tony…” Your Dad almost sounded like he was growling. You were too afraid to look back and see green in his eyes.

“I just want to say,” Tony began, holding both of his hands up in a sign of peace. “that I’ve had my suspicions since Underoos and Mini Hulk started having weekly dinners with May. Now don’t go all Jolly Green Giant on me, but we’ve had a pool going…”

“We?” Bruce repeated.

“Yeah, you know the whole team. Rogers, Barton, Wilson…speaking of which Romanoff and I had ‘before prom’ so it looks like we win.” The next thing you knew, Tony was pulling out his wallet and handing you a small stack of bills. “Take each other out to dinner on me and congrats. I’m very happy for you. Really.”

“Well that was easier than I expected.” You sighed in relief.

“I told you, you had nothing to worry about.” Peter smiled.

“I guess you were, right.” You leaned over and kissed Peter right there in the lab in front of your dad and Tony.

[everythingsfineupon9]

Title: She’s Dead

The scene opens three women in a hospital room. Jules, standing on one side of the patient's bed and  Hal on the other while Emily takes a patient's blood pressure.

Jules-Dude, did you hear the McRib is back?!

Hal- You know I can’t have pork

Jules-Yeah, but it’s the second best thing they have!

Hal-Second best? Oh Shamrock shake is first

Emily-Guys?

Jules-Yeah It’s coming up, I’m so excited I would drink one every day if I could

Emily-Guys…

Hal-They are too thick for me

Emily-Guys…

Jules-Oh my god what

Emily-Her blood pressure is 40 over 22 and her respirations are 3

Hal-Oh shit, here we go, it's happening.

The three women stand together, the camera looking up to three women’s faces, Hal, Jules and Emily

Jules-Should we say something?

Hal-I don’t know-you say something…

Jules-It’s okay to let go-

Hal-We are here for you

Emily-You’re not alone

A prolonged beeping sound is heard in the background. The camera turns to the opposite direction looking downward on a woman with a laceration on her head now turning cold and lifeless. The camera turns back to the three women. 

Hal:

(Starts laughing then embarrassed covers her mouth)

Hal-Oh God I’m so sorry

Jules-What the fuck-

Hal-I LAUGH WHEN IM UNCOMFORTABLE!! 

The three women stand, Emily and Jules stare at Hal disturbed for a second. Hal claps her hands once.

Hal-Alright let’s tag her and bag her.

The scene returns to Emily washing down the body now in the modeling stages, turned very pale with an almost blue green color. Hal is putting chapstick on the dead woman’s lips. Jules is standing in the corner watching the two vigorously work, astonished, disgusted but still willing to help. MJ enters.

MJ-Oh hey you guys just doing hourly rounding do you…is she dead? 

 Still completely committed to putting chapstick on the dead patient does not turn her gaze

Hal-Oh yes, very dead. 

MJ-You guys could have called me

Hal-Yeah but I know you’re busy and I don’t like to bother you

MJ shifts her attention to Jules still standing in the corner of the room, shaking her head she puts her hands in the air

Jules-I don’t know Hal is weird about these things, I don’t do dead bodies but I couldn’t just leave her

MJ-Are you putting chapstick on the dead woman?

Hal-Yes, yes I am. The lips will dry out too fast when I tie her mouth shut

MJ-When you what?!-

Hal-I said- Oh you know what…I should probably tie her hands and feet together first before the rigimortus sets in or she will be a pretzel. 

Jules-Why-How do you know how to-

All gazes shift to the doorway where a physician is present. He stands tall and thin but very timid without actually crossing the threshold of the room. It is silent for a second. 

Jules-Uh, hello Dr….

Dr. Ashid-Ashid, ma’am with neurology. I received a call that the patient has passed? May I, uh, come in?

Hal-Sure can

Hal, Emily, MJ and Jules stand together as the physician slowly and sheepishly goes to the patient's bedside. He puts his finger cautiously onto the patients wrist, Hal rolls her eyes to which Jules nudges her not to. Emily giggles, Hal nudges her in return. 

Dr. Ashid-(turns to the nurses) I uh, do not feel a pulse?

Jules-Riiiight…..

He continues to press his stethoscope to the patients chest and waits for a solid minute

Dr. Ashid-I um…don’t hear a heart beat (swallows hard)

Jules-Yeah, sounds about right

Dr. Ashid draws in a long breath

Dr. Ashid-I believe the patient is dead

Hal-(under her breath) no shit

Jules-(nudges Hal again) Thank you we can take it from here

Dr.Ashid-The time of death is 240 am

Jules-I had 230 am

Dr. Ashid-Oh right…of course.

The physician exits the room and walks down the hallways to sit at a computer and stares without turning it on. The nurses continue their care. Emily helps to bind the hands and feet together as Hal tells her while she uses a thin cloth to place under the patient's jaw to tie around the top of her head. Jules walks over to the body for the first time since the death.

Jules-Wait no tie it like this so its bunny ears

Jules grabs the ties and fashions the cloth to make little ears on the top of the corpses head careful not to touch the patient, repulsed and holding her breath. When she finishes she quickly steps away and breathes. 

Hal-She’s dead Jules

Jules-Yeah but it’s less creepy this way

Emily and Hal place the body in a large white bag and slid the body over onto a large white cart. 

Hal-Give me a minute to do some paperwork and we can take her down to the morgue

Emily-Where is the morgue?

There is a long pause, Hal finally shrugs and walk away. She walks down the hallway, grabs a ridiculously large black binder with the title “The Black Book” written on the front and sits at a computer with her back facing the back of Dr. Ashid still staring at the computer without it on. Hal continues to make phone calls. Dr. Ashid twiddles his thumbs in silence.

Dr. Ashid-I will call the family

Hal-(hangs up the phone and flips through the book) I already did that

Dr. Ashid-Oh…I will call the organ donation place then

Hal-Already did that too (hangs up the phone once again flipping through the book)

There is a long silence from the physician as he turns back to the blank computer screen. Hal continues to click through her computer, flip through the binder checking things off as she goes and makes another phone call.

Hal:

(on the phone)

Barry? Yeah! It’s Hal. Good to hear from you too, how’s the wife? That’s good. Hey listen I know this isn’t a coroners case but I just wanted to give you a courtesy call-What? Nah I’m a nurse now I deal with the living- yeah yeah you know these bodies talk more. (laughs) alright well I got a cold one for you in the morgue over her at Proself Hospital. Yeah Alright you too. Goodbye.

Hal hangs up the phone and closes the large black binder and turns her computer screen off.

Dr. Ashid-Should I call the coro-

Hal-Just did

Dr. Ashid scrolls through the computer going back and forth from one tab to the next.

Dr. Ashid-Oh I should chart the time of death…does anyone know where I am supposed to chart that?

Hal turns to the physician to just stare at him. They hold the awkward silence between them for a few seconds. Becoming physically uncomfortable the physician turns back to the computer. There is a long silent pause. 

Dr. Ashid-So what do I do?

Hal pushes a form over to the physician, looking to her in astonishment. 

Hal-Sign this.

The physician signs the form and turns to walk away. He makes one more deep sigh and turns back to Hal, still sitting with her back to him. He places his hand on her shoulder.

Dr. Ashid-Good job...

He exits the nurses station and as he turns the corner Jules pulls up a chair next to Hal.

Jules-Was he a little odd to you?

Hal-You think?

Jules-Seems kinda like your type, you’re single right?

Hal-Ha Ha that’s..so...funny. I’d rather not talk about my love life and sheep aren’t really my type anyway.

Jules-But did you see how he checked that pulse on that dead lady? That’s a winner.

Hal and Jules share a laugh

Hal-Dude  stop-Hey I’m gonna take the body down wanna come-

Emily-(comes around the corner) I WANNA GO- do you think there’s more bodies down there.

Jules and Hal take a long disturbed look into Emily’s crazy demented eyes. Hal smiles, Jules continues to be disturbed

Jules-I’ll sit this one out, you guys have fun.

Hal-Come along let's find the morgue. I know it's in the basement….somewhere.

Emily-How hard can it really be to find?

Hal-I don’t know, it’s a whole morgue it can’t be that hard to find.

Emily and Hal exit the scene pushing the body down the hall and disappearing into the elevator. Jules continues to sit at a computer desk without noticing she’s the only one left on the unit. It’s very quiet. Jules looks around to find no one. A furnace kicks on suddenly and scares Jules into a ducking position. She stands up and cautiously peaks around the corner to peer down one end of the hallway and then the other.

Jules-Hal? Emily?

 Cut to Emily, Hal and the body beginning the descent down the large elevator leading them into the basement which appears to be eerie and possibly, more than likely haunted. The only lighting is an ominous yellow tinted light and a cold wet smell fills the air. 

Hal-This. Is. My. Happy. Place

Emily-Are you okay?

They continue to push the cart down a hallway that is of 100 meters in length. There are many doors and little side hallways that they attempt to go down yet none of which lead to the morgue. They finally come to a set of double doors

Hal-Oh this has got to be it

Hal leaves Emily and the body to push open the doors as if presenting a grand prize on the price is right. As she does Emily pushes the body forward but fails to notice the floor is slanting downward and the body rolls into Hal and through the doors. They have made a grave mistake because the doors had not led to a morgue but a cold wet parking lot.

Emily-Hal!

Hal and Emily stand hold onto the edges of the cart, dumbfounded.

Hal-FUCK!

We return back to the 9th floor where the day shift nurses are pouring in along with physicians, physical therapy and all others unfamiliar to the nightshift world. Jules approaches Hal

Jules-Where the fuck were you guys

Emily-Hal got us lost and we ended up in a garage

Jules-Where’s the body?

Hal-IT’S IN THE MORGUE WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE…

Jules looks in disappointment 

Hal-did we get lost yes. Did we end up in a garage, yes. But we found it. Finally

Jules-Well hurry up and give report I wanna go get breakfast.

Hal scuttles over to the day shift nurse Rachel who is less than pleased that Hal wasn’t immediately available when she was. She quickly gives a report on the remainder of her patients. Rachel continues to write in frustration at Hal not having all the answers she wants

Rachel-So where is this patient going?

Hal-Uh what do you mean?

Rachel-(looking at Hal in annoyance) where are they going after this? Like what’s the plan?

Hal-You know I really don’t know I didn’t get the chance to read through the social workers-

Rachel-What is she on antibiotics for?

Hal-For Infection

Rachel-Well I guessed that, but where is the infection

Hal-Oh, uh you know I don’t-

Rachel-You really don’t know where the infection is? Are you serious? So we have an infection and you don’t know where it is

Hal flips through her papers quickly trying to find an answer. Jules stands behind them at the nurses station still within Hals view with concern, gesturing to Hal asking if she’s okay. Hal looks up and shakes head signaling to Jules her distress without Rachel noticing

Rachel-Don’t even bother, I'll figure it out eventually. (Annoyed) You know, it’s really inconsiderate of you to not be prepared for report, it's inhibiting patient care. 

Hal-I’m sorry, I just got done taking a body downstairs so I guess that’s my bad-

Jules, fed up, walks over and steps in front of Hal

Jules-Hey, we got a problem here? 

Rachel-(now polite) No No, No problem

Jules-alright good (turns to Hal) are you done? (Hal nods) Let’s go

Hal follows Jules upset like a dog with a tail between her legs. 

Jules-Don’t let her get to you, she’s just bitch

Hal and Jules share a laugh down the hall and joke about the night as they approach the elevator.

The scene cuts to Hal and Jules sitting at a diner. Hal sips coffee and Jules begins to eat her pancakes. 

Hal-Weird fucking night right?

Jules-You made it weird ya weirdo! Laughing at a dead body, what’s wrong with you

Hal-I told you I laugh when I’m uncomfortable.

Jules-Well you’re going to keep laughing then because you ain’t comfortable when you’re up on 9.

Hal-I don’t know…(smiles remembering Jules stepping up for her) I think I’m getting there. 

Jules-Whatever (laughs)

END.

[bmyselfandi-blog]

mom

there was a time in my life where the hardest thing i was going through was a high school breakup. i thought the world was ending, that id never experience a worse heartbreak than that one. i got over it and went back to the guy a few times. it was on and off. that was the beginning of my junior year, around september. come april 21st i received the worst news i could have handled at the time. my mom was diagnosed with cancer. now she never really told us, well at least me, she never told me the stage of the cancer. but it was rectal. they tell you not to look up that kind of shit because it will scare you but me, i dont listen when told not to do something. now, i probably should have, it scared me what i found, but also gave me hope. it said curable. they said long life span. so, in my mind it was all going to be okay. my dad took it very hard. i poften found him crying alone, and i cried too. we all did. my mom was the type of person to help anyone in need, she was amazing, loving, wonderful, generous, warm, any fucking word to describe an angel, that was fucking her. still is. anyways fast forward about a year, end of my senior year. i start dating this new guy, hes amazing, he gave me the world. i couldnt have asked for a better man. stuck by my side through some fucked up shit that was my fault. we had our fights, like every couple. he did some things that i didnt like but i pushed past it because i loved him. thats what couples do right? well, not even a year later i spent less time with my family, more time with him and his. i regret that every day of my life. ill never forget the first day of my new job my dad made me cry because he told me my mom thought id rather spend time with my boyfriends mom than her. i balled my eyes out on my way to work. i never wanted to hurt my moms feelings like that. she couldnt do much, she was weak and it was getting harder for her to do everyday things. that was november. come march 25. it was a saturday. my mom was sitting in her spot on the couch and my dad was downstairs on the computer. i dont remember my sister being home. my mom asked me to look at her eyes and tell me what color the whites were, they were yellow. that meant jaundice. i told my dad, we told her she needed to go to the hospital. she said she didnt feel well and didnt want to go that day and if she wasnt feeling any better shed go the next day. i didnt think too much about it, this wouldnt be the first hospital trip that month or let alone that year. sunday; i went to my boyfriends to hangout and have dinner. after dinner my dad told and said they were going to the hospital. we then drove up to meet them. they took my mom in the back, i went back with her as did everyone else. the crazy thing is, is i dont remember all too much. i remember being back h=there, them asking her certain questions that made me sad, like if she was sad, depressed, thinking about dying. i brought her up some things when we went, i had this pair of ankle fuzzy sicks that i gave to her, she asked me to put them on her feet, i remember there being a hole in the big toe, she thought it was funny. it got later, they ended up admitting her but were trying to find a room. my dad had to work the next morning and i hadnt started my new job so i told him i would stay with her that night so she wasnt alone. they had a room in the pediatric ward so they sent us up. there were two cribs, a bed and a couple chairs in the room. i slept in the chair that turned into a bed. the nurses were very nice. we got some rest after being moved up there. it was very late, almost 4am. the next morning my uncle was up there and my dad came soon after as well. days went by, i started my new job, id go up as soon as i got off to go and see her. she got worse each day but we didnt think anything of it. turns out the tumor was actually starting to quickly crush her liver. she started not being able to talk well. they eventually put her on a heavy breathing treatment. she stopped talking and responding. my dad asked a timeline and the doctor said he didnt like to put timelines. i thought she would get better. they had my dad sign a DNR, we werent going to make her suffer if she didnt have to. it was selfish of us to want her to stay with how much pain i knew she was in. we had family up there always. april 4th. it was a wednesday. by now they had put my mom into hospice care, we had the option of bringing her home but we didnt want to make her uncomfortable by moving her. they gave us the whole room we were in. 315 bed B. we had people come and talk to us about urns and getting things like that. a hospice worker told us that their phone line was always available to talk on, whether it was a week later or a year later. i didnt have workbthat day. i went up to the hospital early. my moms cousin Colleen was there. my boyfriend came up as well. my dad my sister and her cousin kim came up as well. we hung out all day. i told colleen i probably wouldnt end up going to this festival i had in may because i wanted to be there everyday for my mom. colleen said that was almost 2 months away and that my mom may not be here by then. i didnt want to think about that. my mom would always be here right? that night me and my boyfriend ordered chinese. we were going to pick it up but they had delivery. we were also supposed to go to the store but we decided not to for some reason i dont remember. we ate our nasty chinese food. i got shrimp and lobster sauce, my moms favorite. we were all sitting aruond talking. my dad had ran home to let the dogs out since no one had been home in a while. anytime he would leave the room for anything longer than a half hour he would hug my mom and tell her to wait for him. he left. he got to the house. he let the dogs house. we were sitting there when my boyfriend looked over at my mom. her eyes were open. they hadnt been open in days. we instantly went over to her. her cousin got the nurse. me and my sister held her hand. i called my dad crying. all i could muster out was the word “hurry” and the pain in his voice when he said “okay” was enough to break anyones heart. the nurses knew. we all knew. i held my moms hand crying. my boyfriend rubbed my back. i told her i loved her. my sister told her she loved her. kim consoled her. we knew her fight was over. kim closed my moms eyes and like that she was gone. it was 10:15. we had to wait for a doctor to pronounce time of death. time of death was 10:25. my dad got there, tears in his eyes. we called family to tell them. his best friend was up in a heartbeat. his brother came up. i called my best friends. sarah and her boyfriend were up within minutes. my boyfriend held me. everyone cried. my dad hugged me and my sister so tight. the nurses were wonderful and sweet. it was probably 3 something in the morning when we left. i said my final goodbyes and told her i loved her. how could i just leave my mom in this room all alone? i couldnt handle it. i drove home with my boyfriend and let my dad drive alone. i dont know why i did that. i should have went with him. we got home and i couldnt tell you anything after that. i dont remember much about the days that followed. i know the next day we had to make phone calls to change things into our names and take my moms off. we received lots of “im so sorry for you loss”’s. it got sickening. we got flowers, cards, food. my boyfriends family was so helpful. i took that friday off of work and went back monday. got a lot of sorrys there too. her memorial was friday the 13th. i worked that morning. i shouldnt have but i had to go on like normal. how do you just go on like normal? how do you just up and live without your best friend, your fucking mother? she was supposed to be there through everything. she was supposed to live a long happy life with my dad. she was supposed to watch me get married and watch my have her grandchildren. she was supposed to be free of cancer and get better and live happy and healthy. she wasnt supposed to die. she should still fucking be here today. but shes not. months later, not even a year. my boyfriend and i broke up. just shy of a year since her passing, march 2nd. my friend and i had a run in with my ex. she flipped him off while we were driving. he followed us to the gas station and cussed us out. later that night he posted a story on his snapchat. black screen with the words “ your mother would be ashamed of you” written on it. directed towards me. how dare he say that shit. how could the same man that held me while i held my dying mothers hand say some dumb fucking shit like that to me? i dont quite get how he could ever in a million years say that shit. she was liuke amother to him. he was there through everything we dealt with, all the grieving, the sadness and depression in my house. but what bothers me is how a few months later we were getting back together. and how i could forgive him for saying that. i never did forgive him and i dont think i ever will. he said he posted it to hurt me because he was hurt. but how could he stoop that low. later on he brought her up again when he wanted me to stop smoking. “ how would mom feel” i tried kicking him out, ive never yelled at him before until that night, i got in his face and screamed not to talk about my dead mom. he didnt again. we stopped talking about a month later and havent talked since. he never understood what i was going through. what i am going through. i cry a lot. i miss my mom everyday. i think about her every hour of the day. my dad texts her almost every day. he posts on her facebook sometimes. i text her sometimes. i call too to see if someone new has her number. its still disconnected. i dont want someone new to have her number. thats her fucking number. no one elses. i still dont feel like this is all real and here its been a year and a half. christmas is coming up. her birthday is christmas eve. it was her favorite time of the year. we held the party at our house very year for anyone who wanted to come. it was always a full house. everyone loved my mom, she was an amazing person. a family friends words describing my mother to someone were “she had to adjust her halo when walking into a room” and thats always been true. even now, im sure she visits often. i wish so bad that she could be here, that she could see how everything is going. i miss her so fucking much and i just want my fucking mom back. i know everything in life would be okay if she was here. i know it would solve every problem me and my family have if she was just fucking here. she should be here. she should fucking be here right now.