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fific7 · 3 years ago

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Ticket to Ride - Part 1

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance. Billy gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕕, 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖

𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

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You were grabbing armfuls of clothes out of the wardrobe and dumping them into the three massive suitcases you’d laid open on the floor. If any of your friends had seen you at that point, they’d have said you looked like a woman possessed.

Finally, the wardrobe was empty of your clothes, and you moved on to the chest of drawers and then the bathroom. The contents were shovelled into a couple of large backpacks, as were various other bits and bobs from bedside table drawers and shelving units. In a surprisingly short space of time, you’d packed up everything that belonged to you in this damned apartment.

That left you just two very quick things to do, and you could then somehow get all this luggage downstairs into the lobby and get the hell out of Dodge.

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The receptionist at the airport hotel you were booking into looked at the amount of luggage you had with you, and studied your face again carefully. No doubt she was wondering if you were a celebrity. Obviously deciding that there was an outside chance that you were but she just hadn’t recognised you, you were given an upgrade on the room without even asking for one.

Plopping down onto the bed once you’d got into your room, you rummaged around in one of the backpacks until you found your laptop, connecting it to the hotel WiFi. Opening one of the major airlines’ websites, you began scrolling through the destinations offered from JFK.

So many to choose from!

Now to plan your getaway.

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Billy Russo got back home really late. He was going to be in trouble, no doubt about it... he hadn’t even texted because he hadn’t wanted to face any questions about what he was doing and when he’d be home.

Opening the apartment door, he was surprised to find it in darkness. Oh... had she gone to bed already? That wasn’t a good sign. He switched on the lights and immediately noticed a sheet of paper and a photo frame lying prominently on the kitchen island.

Walking over, he didn’t even have to pick up the note to read it. There was only one word, printed large.

“Goodbye.”

His stomach knotted and then he looked at the photo frame lying next to it. The photo was the one which was usually on the bedside table, a favourite of his.... she was sitting on a bar stool and he was behind her, his arms right around her. Both laughing into the lens as the photo was taken.

The photo was still in the frame, but it was torn in two.

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Finally, by the next morning you’d decided on London. You’d never been, and quite honestly wanted to lose yourself in another big city. Flight booked, an AirBnB apartment booked for two weeks and you didn’t need a visa, so you were all set.

Now just one more thing to do. You opened up the box containing your new mobile phone and fitted the SIM card into it. After about twenty minutes of entering contact details and various apps onto it, you took your original phone and called Karen.

Her bored voice answered so you knew she was already at work, but she perked up when she heard your voice.

“Hi honey! How’re things? Wanna meet up for lunch today? I’m bored and I need a good gossip.”

You were a freelance copy writer and so you were your own boss. There were one or two assignments you were currently working on, but you could work from anywhere you could get a WiFi connection, so that wasn’t a problem.

“Uhhh, sadly not darling, I’m flying to London this afternoon.” You could hear her intake of breath, then she squealed, “Oh you lucky woman, how’d you manage to land an assignment like that?”

You gave a bitter little laugh, “I’ve left Billy.”

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Billy had sat on his sofa for a long time after he’d seen the note and photo. At first he’d just had to sit down, overwhelmed, as he had the most horrible feeling that his world was crashing down around his ears.

She was the one person who made him feel safe and loved. But he knew only too well that he’d been walking the line recently what with the situation at Anvil and having to keep Madani sweet. He hadn’t actually crossed the line, but he’d had to make sure she thought that he would, and soon at that. Would he have crossed it? He’d need to get back to himself on that question.

Of course he’d mentioned none of this to his girl. But obviously - somehow - he mustn’t have done a very good job at being discreet because she’d guessed something was up. And left him.

He’d poured himself a large whisky and downed it in one, before going over to the window and looking out forlornly at the city lights. Then he called Frank.

When he heard the gruff growl on the other end of the line, he said, “She’s left me, Frankie,” and realised how hoarse his voice sounded.

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“What?!” screeched Karen. You hadn’t divulged your recent secret fears to her, hoping against hope that you were wrong when you’d started noticing little things over the past few weeks. But now you gave her a full rundown of it all.

More and more claims of ‘working late’ and ‘being very busy at work’.

Alcohol on his breath after he’d been on these ‘working late’ evenings.

A distinct smell of CK’s Eternity from a jumper he’d left crumpled up in a corner on the bedroom floor when he’d been out extra late one evening.

The final straw? You almost laughed when you thought about it, as it was such a cliché. A smear of dark red lipstick on the inside collar on one of his otherwise pristine white shirts. And another unmistakable whiff of Eternity.

You’d never be able to wear that damn perfume again.

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Frankie had been suitably sympathetic to start with, but had then begun to berate Billy for being ‘a stupid asshole’ once he’d explained what he’d been up to with Madani. “I didn’t sleep with her!” Billy grumbled, “....just messin’ around. You know we need to know what she knows.”

“Yeah, but women ain’t stupid, Russo! Were you goin’ home reeking of booze and another woman’s perfume?” Billy said nothing at first, just grunted but then said, “Maybe. Yeah.. probably.” “See!” said Frank, “...you’re a stupid asshole!” “I mean, she didn’t even challenge me on it!” Frank started laughing, “So that makes it her fault, huh!? You’re a piece of work, Russo.” “No, no.... I just meant, aren’t you supposed to have arguments about that kinda stuff first? She just up and left me!”

“I don’t blame her,” said Frank, “...and you know she’s not the type to take any BS from you, Bill. She probably thought it wasn’t worth her time listenin’ to you tryna give excuses for the inexcusable.”

Billy was reminded by this that one of Frank’s pet peeves was infidelity. “But I didn’t cheat!” said Billy forcefully. “Whaddya do, kiss her?” “Yeah.” “Feel her up a bit?” “Mmhuh.” “That’s cheatin’ in my book, Russo.” Billy realised he was hanging his head in shame, and quickly looked up and out of the window again.

“I dunno what to do, Frankie.”

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You’d given Karen your new number and told her on pain of death not to pass it on to anyone, even Frank and especially not to Billy. She’d assured you she wouldn’t, and neither would she tell them where you were headed.

She’d been fuming at Billy, and you wouldn’t like to be in his shoes the next time she happened to meet up with him. Her rage had been quite spectacular and she was really, really pissed that Billy hadn’t even tried to contact you. You didn’t say anything to her, but secretly you wondered if he’d actually spent the night with his side piece on this occasion and hadn’t even seen your note yet. Jealousy and anger began to take over and you stood up abruptly, determined that thoughts of that douchebag weren’t going to invade your brain.

You took the SIM card out of the phone, shut it down and tucked it away in one of your bags. Gathering all your stuff together, you began to get ready to leave the room..

Can’t wait to get on that plane, you thought.

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Frankie rang Billy back a couple of hours later. “Micro tracked her phone,” he said without preamble. “Where is she? At Karen’s?” Billy asked anxiously. There was a pause, then, “Nah, Bill. She’s at JFK. And her phone’s switched off now.”

Billy, standing next to the window again, yelled, “Fuck!” before leaning his head against the cold glass. “Can Micro find out which flight’s she’s booked on, Frankie?” “He can try, but it’ll involve some hacking so it might take a little longer.” He paused again, before continuing, “And avoid Karen. She’s out for your blood.”

Billy sighed, “She’s spoken to her?” “Yeah, course she has, Bill. She knows more than she’s tellin’ me of course, but I’m not even gonna try askin’ her. Waste of time.” “It’s okay, I get it, Frankie. I wouldn’t ask you to. But if she does say anythin’.....” “I’ll let you know,” Frank finished the sentence for him and hung up.

Billy looked out of the window and then up into the sky. She wanted to get away from him so badly, she’d got a plane ticket and was about to fly.

He just prayed he’d be able to find her before she took off.

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London

#billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo imagine #the punisher 💀

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eloves-writes · 4 years ago

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102 degrees

[spencer reid x reader]

summary : spencer gets a little flustered by reader on a particularly hot case

a/n : i hope this makes sense bc i have a really weird feeling that it doesn’t lmao anyways hope you enjoy & as always, requests are open! <3

couple - spencer reid x (she/her) reader

content warnings - mentions of bodies/victims (not graphic) , very brief reference to a knife (also not graphic)

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florida was always hot, and always an unpleasant place to be sent for a case in mid-july. heat made things difficult; difficult to keep a level head, difficult to solve the case when the bodies decomposed twice as fast, and difficult for spencer reid to concentrate when his beautiful co-worker was wearing such little clothing.

you were dressed that morning in loose fitting pants and a white spaghetti strap tank top that made it far too easy for the boy genius’ eyes to wander over to your chest. you had noticed a few days ago (of course, spencer knew a lot of words but clearly subtle wasn’t one of them) the level of his eyeline, and had decided to tease him with your favourite selection of tank tops. usually if a man objectified you, you’d make a point of shifting your gun holster just to remind him it was there, but with spencer it was different. the way he couldn’t stop himself from watching you with the sort of innate curiosity expected from a young child walking by a candy store, the way he turned his head and scratched his cheek when you went to meet his eyes. you didn’t mind it too much.

“can i get anyone a coffee?” hotch asked, his customary suit jacket hung over the back of his chair.

“i’m alright thanks,” emily replied. you noticed jj shooting her similar looks to the ones reid was giving you and you smirked to yourself.

“could you get me a soda?” you asked. “it’s too hot for coffee.”

there were various murmurs across the room of “yeah, a soda sounds good,” before hotch left and you all went back to the case. when he returned, he brought news on the case.

“a body was just found a few miles west of palm beach, appears to be the same M.O. and victim type as our unsub. y/l/n, reid, can you go and check it out? garcia’s already sent you the location.”

you took a single sip of your soda before standing up. “come on then spence.”

he followed you out of the police station like a lost puppy, handing you the keys to the SUV. it was a shame he didn’t like to drive- he looked pretty hot in the driver’s seat if you could admit it. still, he climbed into the passenger side and began to talk about some statistic about summer temperatures in florida. you took an unwonted interest in the way he spoke; he seemed nervous, and he kept pausing as if he expected you to interrupt him. you didn't. he only stopped when you stretched your arm to the back of his seat to look behind you as you parked the car. you were suddenly a lot closer to him than you had been previously, and the position allowed spencer to get a waft of your perfume and an eyeful of your chest. he froze up until you moved back and then hurriedly exited the car. you snickered to yourself as you momentarily watched him stand on the pavement blushing and fiddling with the strap of his bag. you thought he was cute when he was flustered.

hotch had been right, the body that had been found definitely was of your unsub and the local police deputy was waiting for you as you walked up to the dump site.

“fbi right?” he asked, glancing you both up and down. “you look fresh out of high school.”

you and spencer exchanged a certain type of look before heading to inspect the body. the deputy could identify the body so you sent the name to garcia, bending over to get a better look at the victim. reid wasn’t looking at the victim though, rather at you as you tied your hair. he followed your fingers as they traced up your sweat-covered neck to pull the hair into a ponytail and he couldn’t help but imagine you doing it over him and not over the dead body of a young woman. he realised the thoughts were completely inappropriate, but you somehow sent his self control out of the window. eventually you finished your inspection and headed back to the car.

once you were both sat down, you turned to face spencer as the engine started up. he looked at you puzzled.

“are we .... going?” he asked hesitantly, aware of you in such close proximity to him once again.

you leaned over, resting your elbow on his seat so you were face to face. “not yet, pretty boy. for the brains of the team, you’re certainly making me do all the work today.”

“i am?”

“yup. you let me do all the work whilst you stood and ... admired me,” you flirted. you weren’t usually so bold, but he was like putty in your hand and you simply couldn’t resist.

he gulped, his face flushing a shade of pink. “i was?”

“something interesting about me this week, reid? can’t seem to take your eyes off me.”

“no, no nothing interesting. not that you’re not interesting, you are interesting- not more interesting than usual. you’re pretty! erm, i didn’t mean to say that- why are you laughing?”

you took a minute, then started to drive. spencer sat in silence, wholly unsure of what to say in the situation he found himself in. the tension in the car was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. you were biding your time, waiting until it was almost unbearable to answer his question. the moment came as you pulled back into the police station parking lot. you dramatically looked over to him and he nervously gulped once again.

you held back another laugh, thoroughly enjoying yourself. “so you think i’m pretty, huh.”

his pitch noticeably increased in his reply. “yeah, yeah, i guess you’re pretty, yeah.”

your face was again unsettlingly close to his, and his eyes kept unconsciously flicking to your lips.

“you want to kiss me, pretty boy?”

his eyes widened, but no words came out of his mouth. prentiss wasn’t kidding when she said pretty girls slashed his IQ to 60.

“because i’d quite like to kiss you,” you said, bringing your voice down to a whisper. “would that be ok?”

“mhm, yup.”

you both lent in to close to gap between you, so close you could almost feel his lips on yours- but you pulled back at the last minute.

“very unprofessional spence, keep your eyes to yourself,” you smiled cheekily, winking at him as you got out the car. you immediately began to walk into the precinct but an arm firmly caught yours.

“can’t get enough of me can you pretty boy-” you began, cut off by spencer kissing you, hard. his sudden dominance caught you off guard and you couldn’t stop yourself getting lost in the taste of him, and the feeling of his hands in your hair untangling your handiwork.

“oh. my. god,” a voice came from behind you both. you quickly pulled away to reveal a cocky looking prentiss and a shocked looking hotch.

“wow,” she started sarcastically. “i simply never saw this coming. what about you boss?”

hotch gave her a disapproving look, then reluctantly brought 2 $10 bills out his back pocket and handed it to her.

“were you betting on us kissing?” you exclaimed, your cheeks the same colour as emily’s red shirt.

“absolutely not,” hotch answered seriously. “we were betting on who’d catch you.”

“and you called me unprofessional,” spencer laughed uncomfortably as you headed inside.

“hey! you were staring at my tits all week that definitely qualifies!”

“agents, behave.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #emily prentiss #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #hes so cute pls

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hazard-queen · 4 years ago

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Valentine's special ( dorm leaders X reader)

• It was something unfamiliar for him, the whole thing since it was a boys school before you suddenly appeared nowhere now he has to plan something for Valentine's day to make it special.

• He's the most shy person worldwide so the fact he stood in front of you preventing himself from turning into a geant tomato when he said...

• "Ummm would you like to...go out on a...a...a date with me today?"

• "Sure thing, why not?"

• You simply gave him a smile before you made your way out of the doorm!

• First of all he asked trey to make him a heart shaped red velvet cake!, he sat off himself collecting flowers for you, he was so embarrassed someone may see him like that but what he didn't know that everyone was watching him in silence

• "Awwwww isn't he cute?"

• Cater whispered as both ace and duce nodded crying from the cuteness!

• It was time and you wore your best dress ( the one you could get there) and came on time, riddle couldn't hide his blushing face anywhere when he handed you the bouquet, he was so adorable!

• He was wearing a neat suit, doing his hair to one side (yeah yeah like ciel ) he was just so adorable

• "Happy Valentine's day (y/n)"

• He looked away trying not to make any eye contact with you.

• "I also have something for you!"

• You gave him a heart shaped chocolate, you spent the whole day making it for him, happily he took it from you and he can't be more red than how he is now!

• " t thank you, i i love you.....I MEAN I LOVE THEM!"

• You couldn't help it but to giggle

• "It's ok, i love you too!"

• "Ok i like you!!!!"

• You blinked several times unsure if what you just heard was right or your brain just snapped

• "Did you just say you..."

• "I WON'T REPEAT MYSELF! BE READY AT 6 OR I WILL EAT YOU!"

• He left you dumbfounded, shall you get ready or call police? But at the same time you were happy, are you finally gonna see the soft side of leona?

• He totally does not have any idea where or how he's supposed to get flowers and the necessary things for such an occasion...he never neen nice to anyone before so he paid ruggie for help!

• You got ready and waitd for leona at the gate of Savannahclaw dorm gate as he told you but you never expected what you saw next

• Leona appeared wearing a fancy suite letting his chest open to the air, his hair was done into a bun, you were speechless as you saw him.

• He handed you the bouquet but you still didn't move your gazes away from him.. is that the leona you know and see everyday?

• "(Y/n) Are we going to spend the whole day dumbfounded? I know i look handsome which is nothing new for me but let's go somewhere to hang out!"

• You came back to reality and took the bouquet from leona, you took a chocolate box from your bag giving it to leona

• " h happy Valentine's day leona!!!"

• You saw a smirk formed on the corner of his lips as he took it from you, he just love how blushing you got and your effort not to make an eye contact with him is just...what he actually likes!

• "Happy Valentine's day herbivore!"

• Everything in the lounge is ready, tables, check, candles, check, also food is there and he's now waiting for you to come.

• You walked in wearing a red dress, making your hair a ponytail with light make up, azul got speechless as you walked by and took the chair by him.

• " y you look....breath taking"

• Taking your hand on his, he placed a kiss on the which made you giggle

• "Thank you azul, you look also so handsome!"

• Azul blushed by your compliment then he cleared his throat pointing to jade and azul who came and placed plates on the table and by plates i mean plates of your favourite food

• "Hey azul, can i have some of this plate? It looks delicious and I'm hungry!~"

• As floyd spoke jade poked his arm and dragged him away

• "Don't mind my brother, please enjoy!"

• " ehem...happy Valentine's day (y/n)!"

• He gave you a box full of roses with a red teddy bear on the centre of the box

• "Happy Valentine's day to you too,azul! I also got you something

• You handed him a dark chocolate heart shaped minnie brownies, he took them with a worried smile and a thank you whic you could read

• " hehe don't worry! It's a diet recipe with less calories"

• You both laughed at the same time and continued the romantic date listening to music playd in the lounge.

• "Valen...what?"

• Wait, were you expecting him to know about that? It's not kalim at all...the guy has no clue for what you're saying you know....

• "Y yeah it's the day were people can appreciate their love to others....by giving gifts...roses and other many ways!"

• Your explanation was good and everything but he still didn not get the right idea and translated all what you said that he should go get you gifts!

• A minute passed and you felt like if there was an earthquake but it seems that kalim has got a full carriage of gifts to you....and they are all in gold!

• "Taddaaa! Is that good enough?"

• Kalim shouted on the top of an elephant that it was itself carrying something , you cub your hands over your mouth and shouted so he can hear you.

• "I MEAN GIFTS LIKE ROSES AND CHOCOLATE....THOSE SIMPLE THINGS!"

• "Yes i got you flowers, catch!"

• You smiled rising your arms expecting a bouquet but you found a flower shower that you sinked in!

• .......

• "Kalim!!!! Can we go on a trip on your carpet for a valentine date?"

• "Yes sure!!!"

• You took a flight on the carpet all over the place, it was calm and happy moment, you don't have to buy the one you love expensive things to make them happy, only a small act of care would be enough!

• You were deep asleep when you suddenly felt some tickle on your nose, you moved to the other side feeling annoyed but again this soft tickle came back, squeezing your eyes shut slowly you saw a rose!

• "Good morning my lovely dove!"

• You didn't know if you have to feel happy because of the romantic way he wakes you up with or how messy your hair was or HOW ON EARTH VIL GOT IN YOUR ROOM!!!!!

• "U ummm good morning vil....how did you get in?"

• "Oh well it's a long story! I made you breakfast by the way!"

• Your mouth was wide open you you heard that, did he just say that he MADE you breakfast?

• He placed a tray on the bed that has different kinds of fruits and vegetables and sugar free drinks (no coffee?!)

• He was extra kind and nice as ever to you, he brought you a new dress, flowers, all required things to make you happy.

• "I i also brought you something....Happy Valentine's day, vil!"

• You gave him a box of new limited edition perfume that he wanted.

• "Awww my dear, thank you i really love it"

• Vil gave you a hug and took you to have a romantic date (i don't think vil would like to have a dinner) he just made your day from the beginning to the end of the day...

• It was fine by you to think that idia probably would never get out if his room to take you out or anything, you just don't want to make him out of his comfort zone since he rarely get out of his room.

• You heard knocks on your door thay took you from your deep thought but as you went to open it no one was there except a note.

• ' please meet me today at 6, i will be waiting for you...idia'

• You smiled as you read the note, seems like the guy has changed after all!...did he actually do that? Nope! It was ortho!

• "WWWHHHAAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!?!"

• Idia freaked the second ortho told him what he did, it was like almost the end of the world to him

• "You will wear neat clothes and do your hair, take (y/n) out for Valentine date! You don't want to let her down do you?"

• Of course he would never love to! So idia dressed up in something formal, do his hair in a long pony tail and went to take you out.

• "Don't forget flowers!"

• Handing idia the bouquet, he took a deep breath before he got out of his room to your dorm

• He saw you waiting for him there in a cute outfit and a warm smile that melted his fears away

• "H h happy v Valentine's day (y/n)"

• With shaky hands and a blush idia gave you the bouquet

• "Happy Valentine's day idia!"

• You gave him a hear shaped box wrapped on blue wrap

• "I is that for me?...t thank you"

• He was a blush mess but he couldn't hide his smile when you gave him the box!

• You firstly spent the day with a romantic outing and a lovely walk but since you both are gamers this date ended up in the arcade and you both playing together kicking your enemies !

• He heard about that before from lilia but he never thought he was ever going to take someone out or has to say something romantic to anyone since people were always afraid of him!

• He asked you out and you happily agreed, yeah he was abit nervous but he tried to keep calm when he saw you walk towards him

• "Y you look gorgeous (y/n)! Ah i i got you roses...hope you like them....happy Valentine's day!"

• You looked up to malleus and took roses from him smelling it with a smile

• " oh oh! I got you something too!"

• You handed him a box full of different kinds of chocolate

• "Happy Valentine's day malleus!!!"

• He smiled abit taking the box from you and started at it for abit

• "D didn't you like it?"

• " n no! It's not like that....the whole thing is new to me....i mean...nobody lov....."

• "That is in the past now! I'm here and i love you!"

• Giving him the best of your smile you took his arm in yours and took a walk in the forest

• It was some time before malleus was able to feel less stressed and got along with you, he would invite you to dinner and give you his jacket when you're cold! Malleus is a real nice person when you get to know him but most importantly that he loves you

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haifengg · 4 years ago

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Errands - Nanami Kento

Pairing: NanamixGN!Reader

Genre: Fluff // general summer or spring feelings // Is fashion a genre?

Summary: First dating Nanami and getting to know him better. On a bigger side note also about his clothes.

Word Count: about 1.6 k

One of the things that drew you to Nanami since the very first day of working together, was the way he dressed. Not just because he was one of the very few people at the school who didn’t wear all black uniforms but because he chose seemingly the same outfit every day. Which appeared odd to you. You wondered how his wardrobe would look like and if he really owned the same set of clothes a bunch of times to rotate them on a daily basis.

Then you started observing him a little closer and not only did you mentioned his subtle perfume but also did it come to your attention that in fact he wasn’t wearing the same clothes every day. The colours variated only in nuances and the fabric too wasn’t the same. Some shirts of his were a simple cotton blend but others were made out of a more pattern woven fabric. A lot if his shirts were in fact blue. But they tend to have all sorts of different undertones. A lot of them dipping into a grey palette.

His suits also differed and after a few weeks of subtly stalking his clothes you arrived at the conclusion that he probably owned three to four different suits. Maybe some darker ones as well since housed to be a regular salary man. The beige-ness of them wasn’t all the same either. Because his shirts - even though one doesn’t see it at first - were in fact very different in warmth of the color and texture of the fabric, he had ad least two beige coloured suits. Which he always managed to match perfectly to the dress shirts.

Nanami surely had a favourite tie. Which he wore a lot and how you later found out: Owns three of. But he had a few other choices as well which he only chose when he was tied down to his desk with paperwork and wasn’t going into the field. Just as if the yellow tie with the golden touch was his battle tie. The one that boosted his confidence. Maybe even kind of his trade mark.

After taking note of all these different things you figure that he probably had to be a man of minutest detail. Not choosing too brightly coloured shirts because different shades of blue would complemented his hair better.

And you wonder if other people paid that much attention to him as well or if it was just you.

After that thought formed in your head you realised how much you were thinking about Nanami Kento over the past few weeks and that you had - according to your data and previous crushes you had on other people - fallen for him.

Luckily Nanami was paying just as much attention to you than you were paying to him. He simply was way more discreet about it. But when he eventually was certain that asking you out was worth the trouble and pondered the emotional dividend - he did it. He asked you out. Very bluntly, very straightforward and your heart dropped to your knees. Because you secretly hoped that all your rapture would never have to be acted on.

[…]

Seeing him out of work not only made you realise how sweet of a man he is behind all those glasses, holsters, fighting and stern face, but also gave you more inside about his choice of clothes. During summery after noon dates he tend to show up in light linen shirts and slacks, a different pair of glasses than the one he wore to work. You would have never taken him for a jute bag kind of guy but he carried one of these pretty often.

When you asked him about it he only smiled softly and offered to show you. Then you got into a subway, holding on to the same pole. His arm holding on to it over your shoulder, giving you a feeling of being protected. And basically forced you to stare into his chest. As you exited the train after a rather long ride at a station you’ve never been to before, he put his hand into the smallest of your back, guiding you towards the exit and standing closely behind you on the escalator. Unwillingly your heart skipped a beat because it was the first time he physically touched you.

Stepping out of the station you looked around, shielding your eyes from the sun using your hand. Yet there was nothing to see. Where ever he brought you seemed to be just a typical area were people lived. Went to work in the morning and returned to in the evening.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked, looking at you with an amused expression on his face. You deny his question and say that you’re just really confused why he wanted to show you a a suburban area of the city you both lived in.

“You wanted to know what the bag is for. I’ll show you.” He walked a few steps, then turned around when he noticed you weren’t following him. “Come on!”

So you went. And followed him. Like a shadow, once again, slowly observing his moves and actions, how he talked to the people. How he wasn’t the nicest or most polite person at work talking to his coworkers but smiled at the owner of the book shop were he went to pick up an order. You saw his eyes wrinkle as he laughed at a joke and how his eyes light up when they talked about the development of the area for about a minute.

He put the book and the paper in his jute bag.

Then he went on to the dry cleaners, pulled out a coupon from his wallet and picked up two of shirts of his. Once again he took the time to chat with the owner. The elderly lady seemed delighted to see him and they talked just as if they have known each other for a long time. One time she looked past Nanami’s tall frame to catch a glimpse at you and asked who you might be. But he cunningly smiled and replied: “I will tell you some other time.” And winked at her and the lady giggled like a young girl. You wouldn’t trust your eyes. Nanami Kento, the grumpy guy from work was flirting with the owner from the dry cleaners. Who was this man.

By the time you got to the market, the sun had long since started to set and cast long shadows over the busy vendors.

“Would you hold this for me?” Nanami asked and handed you the shirts wrapped in plastic foil. During the past one and a half hour you barely said a word to each other. But now he asked you all kinds of questions, while also chatting with the vendors and filling the jute bag on his shoulders with fruit, vegetables and all kinds of other groceries.

“Do you like fish? Or do you prefer vegetables?”

“Is there anything you don’t like?”

“How about anchovies?”

“Oh look, they got tomatoes, don’t they look just great?”

He bought bread from a small bakery at the corner of the market, strawberries from another lady in wellies and a hooverette. When she saw you following him at every turn like a little duckling, a big smile grew on her face, making her eyes disappear in a bunch of wrinkles and she gave him some extra fruits for you to try.

[…]

“So why were you carrying that bag exactly? To run errands?” You ask him, leaning back and eyeing him from across the small table in his kitchen. He twirled the stem of the wine glass between his fingers and scoffed.

“No, honestly I wanted to take you running errands with me for while so I always took the bag in case I would manage getting you to accompany me. But the opportunity just never presented.”

The honesty of his words surprised you and caused you to raise an eyebrow. “Why did you want to run errands with me?”

“Because I am a different guy with the people of my community. Of course I could have told you but how classy is that really? Showing you would be much more impressive.”

You hold up your glass to watch the light refracting in the most different shades of red. “That’s a fair point. Laos I probably wouldn’t have believed you.” His laughter chimed through the kitchen and out the open window, where the wind got hold of it and carried it away.

“You know, people tend to mistake me for someone sort of person that I am not for most of the time.” You nod and he resumed impishly like a little boy: “On another hand I wanted to show you were I live.”

“You wanted to lure me into your place?”

“Yes.” Nanami admits and laughs. He leaned back and thrummed on the table using his thumb. After you had finished the shared dinner he prepared for you after coming home he had crossed his legs and pushed up the glasses to rest on his hair.

“What for?”

You take your eyes off the shimmering wine in your glass to search for an answer in his eyes. The flashing blue eyes, so wonderfully complemented by the shirt he chose to wear today. Narrow light blue stripes. To your surprise there was nothing to search for. Because Nanami was already spelling it out for you.

“To let you know how much I like you.”

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“you’re so beautiful.”

hello, hi.

here’s some long-awaited spencer fluff that got requested to me. it’s loosely based on this idea that someone sent in to me; you should write something fluffy about spence or the reader being sick or having an off day (something along those lines), and the other just being very attentive to them. like checking in on them before the roundtable meetings or in between briefings and maybe they go out to catch an unsub and they're holding hands in the car and just being super sweet and caring :'))))) brb gonna go explode with feels.

explode with feels is how i hope you’ll feel after reading this. it did make me go all mushy inside because having spencer take care of me whilst i’m sick would be a dream come true- but it won’t because he’s a fictional character and that sucks.

this could the last story that gets posted for a while; some things are happening and i just want to take a bit of a break from posting stories on here until i’m feeling comfortable again. i’m still going to be writing behind the scenes so don’t think i won’t be; there’s so much spencer stuff to work from that plenty of stories will be coming. i just want to say that i am incredibly thankful to each and every one of you who has supported this new venture of writing and has enjoyed it so far.

like, reblog and send in some feedback, please. it’s greatly appreciated and it helps me work out what you want to see and what you are after. if you want something specific then do let me know! i’d love to try and write something for you.

thank you. enjoy.

“you’re so beautiful” spencer reid x female reader (reader insert imagine) word count; 4.6k.

* TRIGGER WARNING; very brief mentions of rape, abduction, torture. if you are uncomfortable with that, i advise not to read or read with caution. *

summary; yn falls sick and spencer likes to take good care of her when they’re working on a case.

YN woke up feeling like shit.

There was no need for her to beat around the bush and deny herself the truth on how her body was making her feel. Her head ached whenever she moved her vision from side to side and her temples throbbed close to her ears and she could feel her heartbeat from behind her eyes, pumping more vigorously, almost like it could have been heard throughout the entire building. Like the heartbeat effect in a movie when things got tense. Her breathing was shallow, her throat felt constantly dry and in need of hydration and her nasal passages felt like wet cotton-wool had been shoved up each nostril and had been strictly put there to restrict a clear intake and outtake of breath when she needed one. Her chest felt heavy, like she was drowning and had no way of coming back to the surface, and her eyes felt sensitive to the bright light of the pure sunshine streaming through the open curtains, which she assumed Spencer had opened when he woke up.

Despite feeling poorly and her head feeling like it wanted to involuntarily dip downward toward her chest, her eyes begging to have a few more minutes of sleep, she felt physically fine and there was no aching in her joints and no soreness around her neck and her legs felt strong enough to hold her weight and so she felt she could live the natural working day like normal. She could still hear so she could attend the briefing that morning, she could still see clearly so she could see the images of what they were dealing with when Garcia showed them on the screen in the roundtable room, she could still manoeuvre herself around and walk without getting dizzy or wandering from a straight line so she could easily be used in a chase to catch an unsub. She was fine to work and nothing but a couple of cold and flu capsules taken with her breakfast and some regular four-hour intakes of paracetamol through the day would keep her strong and feeling better throughout the day.

She left their bedroom freshly showered and spritzed with perfume and deodorant and dressed in an outfit that seemed like it was fitting attire to how she was feeling; a baggy sweatshirt, that hung loose down her upper body and covered her hands, and a pair of worn-out and black-denim skinny jeans that she kept in the back of her closet for days when work trousers just didn’t cut it for her. When she wanted something a little more comfortable and fitting. The material at the kneecaps almost worn out and torn from the non-stop crawling on her knees during cases that had them in tight spaces, the hems cut up from walking through thorns and shrubbery when cases took them into the wilderness, dried out stains of god-knows what sunk deep into the material which she struggled to get rid of when laundry day came around, and the denim around the inner thigh was wearing thin from the constant running around they had to do and with the amount of time she paced interrogation rooms and paced negotiation rooms when she felt on edge about something in particular. The jumper, she hoped, would keep her warm enough to not get worse symptoms over the next few days that passed so she wasn’t sent home for being ill - Hotch being more careful than strict because he couldn’t have her working excessively when her body couldn’t take the pressure.

What she expected to see, after closing the bedroom door behind her exit, was an empty living room that was void of anything related to Spencer. His house keys taken from the hooks by the front door, his tattered Converse trainers gone from the space beside her chunky black boots, his shoulder bag picked up from the floor by the coat-rack that was also missing his coat. Except, when she looked around and took a note of anything that had gone, everything seemed to have been left in the same place as where they had been left the previous evening when they arrived home; her boots were to the left of his trainers, his bag was hung up instead of left of the floor and his coat was taking up a hook on the rack beside her patterned macintosh.

He was still home and it took her a moment to realise.

There was a delicious smell of bacon and fried eggs filling the entire apartment, the delectable sound of something sizzling in a pan taking her from the entryway and into the kitchenette, where she found Spencer stood amongst the smells and the sounds and the spitting oil and the steam coming from the cooker. Stood with his back facing her and dressed in the typical waistcoat and patterned shirt, one hand holding a ceramic bowl in a tight grip and the other using a fork to mash two halves of an avocado up, head darting from the pan frying the eggs to the bacon cooking in the grill to make sure there was no burning of any of the breakfast foods he was prepping for a masterpiece.

“What’s going on here this morning? Are you burning food for an experiment or something?” She questioned, startling him in his spot, a tinkle of metal cutlery colliding with ceramic as he dropped the fork upon your sudden arrival. His body turned so gracefully in his place, the bowl of avocado being left behind on the counter, taking in the standing stature of his girlfriend as she stood in the archway of the kitchen entryway. Her hair damp from the shower but dried enough not to leave wet patches on her clothes, fresh-faced and make-up free, looking so small as she stood with a grin on her face- god, he really loved her., “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Good morning to you,” he smiled warmly, stepping across the expanse between them and reaching for her hands, curling his fingertips into hers and holding them gently in his sweetened hold. He smelt like his musky and sandalwood-scented aftershave, something that always lingered in whatever room he entered, and she loved that it made her feel so safe and secure. The smell of home when they/he were away from home. “You were tossing and turning in bed all night and I heard you sniffling this morning so I knew you were going to wake up a little ill so I thought I’d make you breakfast to cheer you up. Egg and mashed avocado on toast with some bacon to get you going since it’s your favourite at the moment.”

She smiled appreciatively. He was attentive, no matter what the subject was, and his eidetic memory came in hand sometimes when she found a new obsession or found something that she enjoyed because he always seemed to remember and never let it slip his mind. Egg and avocado on toast just so happened to be her favourite meal for the first meal of the day, which she knew would change by next week, and to see him cooking it made her heart race for him a little more than normal. She laced her fingers through his, bringing one of his hands to her lips and pressing a kiss to his skin because there was no way she was going to kiss him on the lips because she knew whatever she had could pass as quickly as it could spread. Much to her dismay, of course, because she liked to sneak the occasional and sneaky kiss whenever they could in between meetings or briefings or orders being thrown about from Hotch.

“A little ill?” She frowned, head dipping down to her chest before looking back up at him, his eyes full of concern and worry, “I feel fine. Just a little bunged up. A head cold, I would say, Spence.”

He left the space in front of her to tend to the sizzling in the pan that was becoming a little more vicious as it held the cooking eggs, spitting oil as an indication that they were ready to be taken out and placed on a plate and ready to sit upon a bed of toasted bloomer bread that had a spread of avocado along the toasted top. Turning off the hob and sliding to the toaster, slipping two slices of bread into their toaster and allowing it to toast whilst the bacon finished grilling under the heat. And, by this point, YN took it upon herself to sit at the dining table and pour herself a cup of coffee from the cafetiere perched in the middle of the table, steaming with black coffee that had been freshly made before she left the bedroom.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” Spencer broke the silence of the quiet apartment with a huff and a puff surrounding his words, setting a plate down in front of her and swiping his brow with the back of his hand, “you’re so beautiful.”

“I don’t feel beautiful right now, Spence,” she informed him, eyes focused on the bright yellow yolk of her egg, as he went back to grab his plate and walked back to the table to sit opposite her. She was impressed with his attempt. She liked her eggs cooked in a very specific way when it came to frying them, sunny-side up and with a runny yolk that covered everything when it broke, and he managed to get it perfectly to her expectations. “I’m all bunged up and snotting and leaking from every hole today. I don’t feel so pretty.”

“Every hole?”

“Every facial hole, you pervert,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smirk that would have shown if she wasn’t trying to be a tiny bit serious. However, deep down, she was a little surprised that the innocent face that had sat opposite her at the dining table could even think of euphemisms so youthful and degenerative so quickly and so on subject when sex wasn’t exactly something he was confident in, “get your dirty mind out of the gutter.”

“I still think you look beautiful. Snot all around your nostrils or not,” he said, “absolutely gorgeous.”

“Shut up, don’t flatter me,” she kicked his shin underneath the table and grinned at the contact she felt with her toes, a wince leaving his mouth and a dribble of yolk trickling down his chin, the impact jerking his body and therefore jolting his arm and smearing avocado across his cheek, much to her amusement. “serves you right, genius.”

“Hurry up and eat, we’re needed in the roundtable room in half an hour,” he shovelled a forkful of toast into his mouth, the crust catching his mouth and swiping a mix of avocado and egg whites across his upper lip.“Try not to sniffle and cough so much otherwise Hotch won’t allow you on the jet.”

“Don’t sabotage my job, Spencer. The team needs me just as much as they need you.”

“I want you as close to me as possible so I can keep an eye on you. I’m a doctor, after all. I can look after you, carry any meds you need, be your something warm on the jet,” his sentence was halted by the ringing from the phone in his trouser pocket, the fork in his hand being placed on the plate so he could dig around and pull it out, no hesitation in his thumb to answer until he heard YN sniffle and he caught himself before he pressed the green call button. “You’re still alert to everything, yeah? Still good to come into work?”

“Do you mean, am I alert that Hotch is ringing your phone right now to get confirmation that we’ll be in on time?” She wondered, a hint of a smirk on her face when he looked up from his screen and nodded, “then yeah, I’m still good to go to work and treat the any like any normal day, Spence.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Spencer’s question was full of concern, and she worried that those overhearing their conversation because of the silence inside the confinement of the plane had their ears pricking up at any noise made by any one of the team, his long legs striding across the alley of the plane and crouching down beside the chair YN had made herself comfortable in for the duration of the flight to Texas. Away from everyone else, away from where chat would have been occupied because her head couldn’t take the jokes and the laughter that came from the gentle banter shared, away from being seated next to anyone in close proximity because she feared that she would definitely give something to someone in the tight space they were spending the next few hours. Although, when she looked around the plane for any eyes on her or anyone who had stopped mid-task to focus on what she and Spencer were talking about, she saw everyone off in their own worlds and in their own quiet conversations as the plane coursed its path.

“I’m a bit tired but I’m okay. The pills before the flight are kicking in,” she smiled and tilted her head to the side and looked at him through red-rimmed eyes and hooded eyelids hanging above her coloured orbs, his arms folded on the arm of the chair she was curled up in. Her legs felt a little achy, in the bent up position they were in, and she remembered to move them and stretch them for a little to make sure her circulation was still running well. “I think I might take a nap right now. How long till we land?”

“Another couple of hours,” Spencer looked at his watch and then looked back to YN, his hand resting upon hers reassuringly, “I’ll brief you on everything when we land, if you want. To refresh your memory. I’ll get Hotch to get me and you to check the abduction site.”

“That’ll be good.”

“YN, get as much rest as you need,” Rossi said, standing behind Spencer and placing a soothing hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to tell him he was there and to not stand bolt upright in surprise. Partly to silently reassure him that she’d be fine if he left her to sleep through the flight to pass the time and partly to keep him stable as the plane hit a bout of soft turbulence from the gusts of high winds. “We’re thankful you chose to come with us but don’t forget to put yourself first sometimes. If you’re feeling rough then tell us. We can work around that.”

She really adored David.

He was like the father of the team; much more to YN because she had joined the team a short amount of time before he had taken over from Gideon. Even though he had common ground with almost every one of the agents in the unit, the two of them still kept a lookout for one another and checked in during intense cases because Rossi knew some of the information was enough to have someone second guess their career paths. He was the one who always pulled them aside when a situation got a little hated, he was the one who always pulled together team functions outside of work, he cooked for them and taught them Italian and he always knew how to shock and surprise them to a point where they weren’t surprised that Rossi had such an emotional and bumpy road in life.

He was the good cop to Hotch's bad cop - but that usually switched from time to time.

“Rossi, I’m fine. Honestly. I feel fine, just a little bunged up in the chest and the nose area. I struggled to sleep last night so I’m just going to try and grab an hour's shuteye,” YN spoke softly, wiping a tissue underneath her nose and balling it up in her fist, “I’ll be fine after a sleep, I’m sure. My grandma always told me that sleep was the best medicine.”

“If you’re sure,” he hummed, taking a step to the left and hiding in the alcove to make himself a cup of coffee, “absolutely sure?”

“This may not be my grandma’s couch but,” she grinned tiredly and nodded, “I’m absolutely sure.”

He smiled and held his coffee cup tightly in his hands, walking back to where he had been situated opposite JJ and Hotch, taking a glance at Morgan who had found himself comfortable on the sofa of the plane, the case file spread out on either side of him as he prepped to take control of the quick brief they always made so they were ready for when they touched down at their destination and split off into pairs to gain better understanding of who they were dealing with this time around.

“Warm enough?” Before his question was over, he was already shrugging off his jacket and opening it up, “here, some extra warmth,” he draped the material over her body and watched as she snuggled deeply beneath the garment. It smelt like him, it felt like him but it wasn’t him and she wished she could be snuggled on his lap and sleeping under his arm because that's where she slept the best- “better?”

“I was fine before,” she rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the touch of his lips, a kiss being placed against her forehead “but this feels nice.”

“Get comfy, I’ll go grab you some water.”

“You don’t need to baby me, Spencer. I’m honestly fine,” she grabbed his arm and stopped him from standing up and moving into the alcove behind her, not that he was going far but she just wanted to enjoy the moment they had going right now. They rarely got the chance to have their own conversation, in their own world, without any interruption from someone who wanted to tease them for something silly, “just stay here. I don’t need any water, not thirsty.”

“You can’t finish a sentence with the letter ‘d’ finding its way to the end of a word,” he said teasingly, a grin on his face because when she rolled her eyes, her head went the movement, like she went to ignore him because he couldn’t say anything seriously when she wanted him to be serious. Except, she wasn’t doing it to ignore him and to silently tell him that she was displeased with what he had said- she was doing it because if he let her eyes move on their own, her head would have been aching for moments afterwards, “let me grab you some water.”

“Spencer, stop,” she whined, “if I want water then I can get it myself. I’m not an invalid.”

“Never said you were but let me take care of you this time,” he was practically begging. She was independent when it came to being sick and she never liked to show a vulnerable side in front of Spencer, even when he tried his best to wear her down to the point where she gave in to his relentlessness, “please?”

She sighed heavily and pulled his jacket further up her body, tucking it beneath her chin and cosying a little deeper into the seat; she supposed she could use him and his willingness to obey orders to her advantage.

“Okay, fine.”

Two days had passed since they had landed in Texas, the longest amount of time that they’d ever spent on a case across the borders, and they were closer to the arrest of the predator who had abducted, raped and killed multiple women over the course of thirteen months than they were when they first arrived. Just a few more hours until they solved the case, had it come to an end with an arrest, so they could be on the jet and back in Virginia come nightfall.

She was ill, granted, and that was one reason as to why she couldn’t wait to get home. In the last forty-eight hours since they’d been there, YN’s head cold had turned into a full body cold and she had taken a turn for the worst but refused to work from the hotel room she shared with Spencer and kept her symptoms more secret. Partly because she was selfish - she knew Hotch would want her working away from the case because the chances of her zoning out where pretty high and she wanted in on the arrest of this unsub, she wanted to be the one who got him in cuffs and put him away for the murders of so many innocent women.

She wanted her own bed and she wanted to cuddle with Spencer and she wanted to sleep beneath her own covers and sleep in a mattress that Spencer wouldn’t check and inform her on all the facts about bed-bugs and larva that could linger within the spring beneath them, in a bed that wasn’t a tiny hotel bed that was put to shame by their comfortable bed at home. she wanted a decent shower to freshen up in because she always woke up feeling gross and no matter how many showers she took, she still couldn’t rid herself of the sweaty feeling that covered her skin. and she wanted

But she couldn’t wait to get home and try to rid herself of the information and the images she had been looking at and reciting and listening to over the last 48 hours or so. The stab wounds and the lacerations and the markings on the body of a woman who couldn’t defend herself, the brutal depiction of the well-thought out scenario that made YN shudder in her boots, the toture equipment that had been used on them when they were bound and tied up and screaming for their lives, the pictures showing the faces of the women who no longer had a life to live due to someone’s sadistic behaviour. That was the biggest reason as to why she couldn’t wait to go home.

And it was her arrest.

And she felt proud, a sense of accomplishment, that she was the one to handcuff him and walk him out from his tomb in the basement, beneath the house he had stayed in all his life, and pass him off to a police official who sat him in a police car waiting to take him to the station to be put away for the rest of his sorry life. Of course, they prevented any more attacks that this man would have prepared for but it never brought her a full sense of happiness- how could it when they couldn’t save the girls he had tortured?

“Even when you’re ill, you’re still a badass,” JJ claimed, squeezing YN’s hand and feeling the adrenaline shaking through her body. Something that they had all been through and always experienced no matter how many times they brought a criminal to justice for the horrific things they had done. “You did good, YN.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m a badass just-” she coughed into her free hand and Spencer was close by with a tissue from his jacket pocket, passing it to her so she could blow her nose and wipe the residue from her hand that came from clearing her throat, “just trying to be good at my job and trying to do it well to get these sons of bitches behind bars.”

JJ smiled at the two of them and jogged down the steps of the house, running toward Hotch as she filled him in and told him what had happened in the house and who made the arrest and who was their support and back-up in case things went wrong so he could write the report as best and as true to the story as he could. His eyes darted to YN and then back to JJ a few times as she explained in detail, a small smile on his face that was full of appreciation when he looked at YN and made eye contact which enticed a smile back in his direction, deep in conversation before clambering into the drivers side of the car.

“I’d agree with JJ,” Spencer smiled, laying his arm over her shoulder and pulling YN into his side, pressing a kiss to her hairline, “full of a cold and you still put the job first. That’s badass behaviour to me.”

“Badass,” YN scoffed and rolled her eyes, looking up at him and squinting from the sunlight that seemed to be beaming directly down upon them, “I don’t think so, Spence.”

They descended the steps outside the front of the house, his arm still holding her close, the soft feeling of grass and soil from the front lawn making a difference to the concrete they had walked upon as they exited the house. YN could feel the heat radiating all around, making her feel a little hotter than usual and she had the big jumper covering her upper body to thank for that, and she couldn't wait to be back in Virginia in the air-conditioned office that stayed at a calm and cooling temperature, no matter the weather.

“For a genius, I’d take his word for it,” Rossi said from behind them, overtaking them in a haste to grab the passenger seat in the car with Hotch, “he knows what he’s talking about, YN.”

She didn’t need to see his face to see and hear the smirk in his voice, her arm sneaking around Spencer’s waist, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment as she received a well-done from the rest of the team who had watched from behind the scenes.

“Come on,” he leant away from her and looked down at her, “you did so good today. I’m proud of you.”

“I just want to go home now. Although, I’m not looking forward to the flight with these ears. They ache like mad,” she admitted. Her earshad only just started aching that morning, something she thought would pass if she kept clearing out her nasal passages and

“We could drive home,” “I can make Morgan take us back. He won’t mind.”

“I will mind. It’s three hours by jet, five by car,” Morgan teased, elbowing Spencer in the arm with hopes he took it as a piece of banter and nothing more than that, “no, I can do. Of course. We can grab a bite to eat on the way home, too.”

“No, flying is much quicker and I want to be home and in bed by nightfall,” YN assured, climbing into the car and scooting over to the far seat behind the front passenger chair, situating herself comfortably and clipping her seatbelt around her upper body, “I’ll just take some meds in a second and sleep it off as soon as we get on the jet.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, Spence,” she nodded and gave the seat beside her a pat with her finger tips, “let’s get home.”

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ichorizaki · 4 years ago

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01. you, who?

warnings obscene language, mentions of infidelity, gaslighting (brief)

word count 2.6k

Twilight melted away into a pale salmon-violet with golden rays bleeding through the sky. Even in the peacefulness of the suburbia of a wealthy neighbourhood, you could hear the impatient honking of cars in the distance. The sun filtered through the blinds, coaxing you awake with its gentle warmth as it stretched like a cat rising from its sleep. For as long as you could remember, it was the incandescent morning sun that embraced you with comfort and warmth but even then, it was never enough to combat the hauntingly cold spot next to your half of the bed that never seemed to be occupied.

You felt around the nightstand for your phone as you slowly got up into a seated position. As soon as your vision cleared, eyelids heavy with disappointment, you tapped your phone screen. It lit up, and under the time and date on the top of the screen, amongst the sea of notifications, you never saw anything from your husband. Not a single missed call or a voicemail, let alone a simple text to apologise for flaking out on your anniversary. You felt your heart deflate and you caught yourself heaving a loud sigh.

It was only seven in the morning. He couldn’t have gone out too long, right? Maybe he’s getting your anniversary gift, or some cake. Yeah, your hopeful heart sang a half-hearted tune. Maybe he was. Your thumbs ran over the keyboard, searching for your husband’s contact in your phone and quickly typing out a short text: Where are you?

You knew it would be futile to sit, stare and wait for a half-assed reply. You’ve danced this dance one too many times before and it has been more exhausting lately. Your bare feet slid into the soft cotton of your slides, ready to brush your teeth and wash your face so you could make breakfast for you and your beloved son. He wouldn’t be awake for another two hours or so, hence you could easily take your time with preparing a scrumptious breakfast.

On a normal Thursday morning, you would be preparing toast and your son’s favourite mixed berry jam with milk. This Thursday morning was supposed to be different—a Thursday that would be filled with laughter, love and self-indulgence within a family—but it just wasn’t. September 30th was supposed to mean something to you, your husband, and your son. Yet it was just another Thursday morning as the sun rose over the horizon, gazing upon your quiet household with pity. The only difference was instead of the scent of toasted bread and coffee wafting through the spacious bungalow, it was the scent of buttermilk waffles and Hokkaido milk ice cream.

A glass of warm milk was set across a tall mug of freshly brewed coffee on the sandalwood breakfast table. It was just a little past half past eight in the morning when you heard the soft padding of slightly smaller feet against rosewood. You turned around, seeing your adorable son trudging into the room with his Anpanman plush sandwiched between his small torso and left arm.

“G’mornin’, Okāsan.”

“Good morning, Tarō. How’d you sleep?” You crouched down to meet his height as he rubbed his eyes with his tiny closed fist. His hair were messy, tousled locks of earthen brown that you reached out to neaten and it was soft and petal-like as your fingers gently carded through.

“Good, Okāsan. Can I give you a morning kiss?” Tarō’s eyes floated up to meet yours, the early morning sun casting a generous golden glow glimmering in the brown of his eyes. You nodded, your first genuine smile of the morning fluttering upon your face. His small sock-clad feet shuffled against the hardwood floor as you let your hand fall to your side. You leaned forward and his lips pouted into a pucker before he pressed his face against your cheek clumsily. “What did you cook for breakfast today, Okāsan?”

“I made something extra special for the both of us: buttermilk waffles and your favourite Hokkaido milk ice cream!” You enthusiastically pulled the corners of your lips into a grin as you rose to stand, watching his face and hoping for a more positive response. However, all you received was his eyebrows furrowing together and his nose scrunching cutely in confusion.

“Kāsan, isn’t it too early for ice cream?” It was these kinds of comments that reminded you how he really took after you. You shook your head softly as a chuckle left your lips. He took your hand in his, the both of you headed to the breakfast table that had been set up. Tarō climbed into his seat with your help and if he wasn’t already awake, the way his face lit up like the sun on a sunny afternoon told you that he’s definitely awake now. “Wah, Okāsan! Thank you for the food!”

Just like an ordinary Thursday morning, it’s the both of you having breakfast together. The 30th of September was supposed to mean something but as the years went by, it seemed like just another date altogether. After the hearty breakfast, you had called Tarō’s daycare to let them know that he would be in your care for the day as he retreated into his room to get ready for bathtime. While you wished he would slow down, he always told you the same thing—that he’s a big boy and he can do things on his own—and part of you wanted to let him be and grow as he grew, but you knew he was just five years of age.

It was the first time in a while that it was no longer just you in the house that seemed just too big to your liking. When Tarō was dressed, so were you, putting away the dirty plates into the dishwasher. Diligently, he helped you wash and clean the used utensils as he stood before the sink on his bright yellow stool. You couldn’t fight back the smile as you leaned against the kitchen island, watching him as he wiggled to the tune of Anpanman’s theme song that he was humming. You generously sung praises to him as he dried his hands on the terry cloth by the sink before hopping off the stool and placing the stool next to the island.

The both of you lounged in the living room, streaming the two Frozen movies that Tarō had memorised by heart. Only when the sun had risen to its apex in the sky did you receive a response from your husband. You didn’t bother to check your phone to see what he had written to you. It had been hours since you had texted him. It was clear he wasn’t getting a last-minute gift or cake. He was either fucking some woman in a luxurious hotel in the heart of Sendai or actually attending a meeting at work. Though you’d want to believe it was the latter, you knew with a heavy heart he was dancing to the song of lust with another woman in his arms.

If Tadāo didn’t take his car wherever he went—it was a prideful boast to his inherited wealth—you would have taken the luxury of driving your beloved son to the beach so you could both watch the sun set in the horizon and build sandcastles together. But perhaps it was a hidden blessing; you wouldn’t have to deal with suddenly finding lingerie that definitely didn’t belong to you or be bothered with an unfamiliar perfume scent sticking obnoxiously to the leather seats.

Nighttime eventually fell like a film noir curtain. The time was but a trivial number to you. Tarō was fast asleep, sandwiched in between the side of your body and his Anpanman plush. You watched as his eyes lazily lolled around underneath the thin flesh of his eyelids. You hoped he was having a good dream while his limbs splayed out into an eagle spread, his chest slowly rising and falling to the melody of his heartbeat. With your fingers lazily stroking his soft hair you were sure to fall asleep in the still tranquility of the moment, but was distracted when you heard the front door unlock.

You rose from your position on Tarō’s bed with a heavy heart that sunk all the way to your stomach. Emerging from your son’s room, you were quickly greeted with the sight of your husband wearing nothing a man who spent his day at the office should. What were you even supposed to say? You couldn’t even accuse him of saying he was off spending the day with a younger woman or two because you didn’t have evidence that wasn’t circumstantial. The steps that you took were hesitant and calculated, resembling that of a prey trying to sneak its way around a predator.

“I thought you would at least take half the day off.” You didn’t like playing games. You thought he’d get tired of sneaking around like this, but apparently you were wrong. Tadāo’s hand gruffly reached for the tie around his throat, yanking at it to loosen it as his onyx eyes pierced right through you.

“I thought you’d greet your husband politely like a good wife instead of being so whiny.” The bite of his response was enough to send an arrow through your heart. It was a sinking, aching feeling that you were tired of. You parted your lips, wanting to respond and stand your ground but one look was all it took for you to retreat into your shared room.

Sometimes, you wished that you had a little bit more strength to resist when you needed it most. Some nights five years ago or today, you didn’t care when. A little bit of strength was what you needed but even then, you didn’t know if it would be enough. That one wish roamed lonely in the confines of your mind as you settled into the bed that seemed to stretch lands apart even when he was laying next to you. Maybe one day your wish would be granted. For now, you had Tarō and seeing the sun in his smile was all that you needed.

It had been a week since your supposed anniversary. You were rather positive that you managed to put it behind you. After all, you were out in the streets of Miyagi City readily handing out kind smiles to every person you walked past. You were losing colour in your arms from the amount of baking supplies that you were carrying, but that was okay. You had an exceptionally large order of a double-tiered cake and two hundred cupcakes for your side business and it would be more than enough to keep your mind occupied for a while.

“Ah, Masayūki-san!” You heard to your left. Quickly, you spun your head to the side to see the familiar face of Sato Kumiko, a lovely elderly woman who spent her time in the shopping district often.

“Sato-san!” You greeted back with a bright smile, making sure that you were loud enough to reach her ears. Her hunched figure gratefully raised an arm to wave at you before she went back to her day. It was a wonder to you on what she does. You’ve bumped into her several times while grocery shopping both for home and business needs, sometimes when you’re spending some time at the mall with Tarō, too. There were times you would stop by for a quick chat but most of your interactions were just greeting each other in passing. It was brief, but it was nothing you hated. You didn’t really know what to talk to her about other than how big Tarō was growing and how your families were doing.

However, the small distraction was enough to send you crashing into something hard. You found yourself falling back from the impact thanks to how quickly you were walking, but the only thing on your mind were the eggs. You had enough eggs to feed a party of ten twice in a night and you were not going to let them drop. In a flurry of panic, you arched your back as you took a couple of steps on the spot to regain your balance. Apologies came tumbling from your lips as your eyes quickly tracked from your thankfully safe eggs to the face before you.

Your words quickly died in your throat once you realised what—no, who—you were staring at. You could recognise those darned eyes anywhere. His eyes were sunlight through shot glasses of whiskey, as if staring into them could get you lost in a drunken stupor. He no longer styled his toffee brown hair into a side part, no. They were longer now, falling in messy unkempt locks where it wasn’t slicked back. Even then, there were stray strands framing his face, highlighting the apples of his cheeks and the sharpness of his jawline. Your heart was seething at how he barely looked any different now than he did five years ago.

What the fuck was Futakuchi Kenji doing here in Miyagi?

“Ah, Y/N-chan! Long time no see.” The corners of his lips curled upwards into a coy fox-like grin. You let your eyes run over his features, swallowing the thick lump in your throat. The sleeves of his pale periwinkle dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, muscles underneath threatening to tear the fabric apart. You caught the letters of his initials monogrammed in deep gold over his right breast pocket on the deep indigo vest he wore over the dress shirt. He was dressed exceptionally well. It was a good change from his Spiderman shirt and sweatpants days.

“Don’t act all friendly with me, you bastard.”“My, my, Y/N-chan,” his lower lip jutted outwards into a pout, feigning hurt. “Still cuffed to that good-for-nothing cheating assbag?” Even years later, he’s still coming up with creative names to call your husband.

“He’s still your cousin, Futakuchi,” you sighed. The pout contorted into an expression of uninhibited disgust. All you did was roll your eyes at how childish he was being.

“Cousin or not, he’s still a son of a bitch.” Before you could respond, the phone in his hand called for his attention with a loud shrill chime. “Crap. I gotta go, Y/N-chan. I’ll see you soon!” He winked, patting your head softly like he did all those years ago before running off into the opposite direction that you were heading to.

Your eyebrows pinched forward into a frown as you turned to follow his disappearing figure, lips twisting in confusion. Maybe he was having a meeting with some client of his here. It could be an important one, which would explain travelling from Yokohama on his own instead of sending in a representative. It could be with an investor or a stakeholder too, you pondered.

As you continued to walk, feeling the aching burn of your muscles, you couldn’t help but ponder over him. Had he changed much since university? You could confidently say yes. It wasn’t just the painfully obvious branded gear he was wearing, or the way you noticed smile lines and the telltale signs of creasing on the sides of his eyes. There was just something . . . different about him. Perhaps it was the aura emanating from him. It reminded you of how childish he was even back in university and the thought alone put a smile to yourself as you boarded the taxi that you managed to flag down. Yet his words stuck like glue to you as the landscape of Miyagi City began to blur into different colours: what did he mean when he said he’ll see you soon?

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chemicalpink · 4 years ago

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Power and Control ♡ Jung Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre: smut, angsty

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Sugar baby themes, power dynamics outside the bedroom, unprotected sex

Summary: Women and men we are the same but love will always be a game and I’m gonna make you fall.

A/N: Well this was a stubborn one. Like seriously took me a whole month to try and write Hoseok as a villan-y character and at the end... i kinda failed BUT I really liked this one. Thanks for waiting. I hope you are doing great with life aside from all that is going one. Take care. I hope you like this one!

Hoseok wouldn’t dare to try and label what you and he had as conventional, hell, he wouldn’t even dare to try and label himself as conventional, quite the contrary, because really, what’s a broke college-graduate-to-be got to do when a beautiful, empowered woman like yourself is seeking out a sugar baby deal? Say no? He would have to be stupid, plus, it’s not like you two are 10 or so years apart, you’re just 2 years older than him; plus, the deal was simple enough, apart from a disclosure contract and a few sessions of experimenting what you two liked with each other, it had been easy enough to fall into a routine.

Said routine meaning two to three sessions a week, some weekends together and playing as arm candy in most of your business parties, to which he would then find his semester’s tuition fee paid off, the latest limited-edition Supreme collection on his college dorm and one time, an all-included vacation to Europe for Christmas.

As time went on, nearly a year into it, it had become harder and harder to keep coming up with excuses as to how exactly he was being able to afford such a luxurious way of living without it being apparent that he had worked for it, especially when his closed group of friends were clearly struggling with it all (he might have asked you once to pay for Namjoon’s tuition fee after he got injured and couldn’t work for the month, the guy so in the clouds hadn’t even noticed the debt gone), and you know, Jung Hoseok isn’t a man with fragile masculinity, he knows exactly who he is, so even if for him being a sugar baby was really no big deal, the constant assumption of sugar babies having daddy/mommy issues sure was in the back of his mind every time he so much as the thought of sharing his lifestyle with his friends crossed his mind (cause he did not have daddy/mommy issues, thank you very much).

“Hobi, this just got here for you, I thought we had talked about your shopping addiction?” Namjoon said as he passed him by on his way out the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, small package on the other, placing it on the kitchen counter before turning to look at him. Hoseok so much as fake laughed his worst laugh trying (and most probably failing) to not make his roommate any more suspicious.

See, the greatest excuse for the time being all those months ago, when you had started gifting him stuff and sending it to his dorm, was saying that he ‘might have developed an addiction to online shopping’. He had talked it out with you, and you agreed to start delivering the gifts on your sessions. Hoseok hummed while taking the package from the counter “I just- I had this coupon and I had to use it” Namjoon wasn’t even paying attention to him anymore, he could clearly not have said a thing.

“Hey, hyungs would you mind if I-OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THAT BOX FROM THE NEWEST CHANEL COLLECTION???” Taehyung was… quite a melodramatic man when it came down to his expertise: fashion; which was one of the reasons Hoseok could kind of breathe around his own home. Namjoon didn’t know shit about fashion. But Taehyung would a hundred percent not fall into his ‘I got a coupon’ facade for a split second. His throat ached to instinctevely deny the younger’s claim but he knew it would do no good. Hoseok had once committed the deadly mistake of wearing one of the perfumes you had gifted him for his birthday to one of their nights out and that man right there, Kim Taehyung, had known from a sniff that he was wearing a thousand dollars Paco Rabanne Luxe Edition 1 million 18 carats. How exactly? He wouldn’t dare to ask. Taehyung knew his fashion. But the night didn’t seem to come to an end soon enough with his friend’s questioning. “Hoseok-hyung, how did you get access to one of the most exclusive collection previews of the world? I mean, I’m all for Gucci, but go off I guess”

So they are talking about it. May the gods have mercy on his unable to lie for his life soul.

“It was a gift from uh- my distant rich- auntie?” both Taehyung and Namjoon turned to look at him in the most sceptical way possible, but soon went back to their conversation.

He was going to have the talk with you later, for the second time. As if on cue, his phone dinged with a text from you, very out of character, if he may add, you two kept it on the line of the contract that bound the two of you, no texting, no calls, no nothing. He was busy with school most of the time and you were probably busier with your business stuff anyways.

From: Y/N [12:38]

You got my gift?

To: Y/N [12:38]

Yeah. Now apparently I have a rich distant auntie that is sending me expensive af gifts.

To: Y/N [12:39]

But then again, who am I to complain, right?

From: Y/N [12:43]

Great. Wear it tonight. 10 pm sharp. Long day.

Over the course of the months with you, he had learnt quite a few things about himself, first, he had an expensive taste, he just couldn’t afford it. Second, you knew his love language was being gifted things, and lord, did you take advantage of that to keep him wrapped around your finger. Third, he always felt as if you had come to know him inside and out so clearly, you had come to read him like an open book but he couldn’t say the same. You were a reserved woman, he knew that. With your position and all, it made sense. But he was just as cold to people he wasn’t close with, so he had to have some upper hand at it. Even after spending days on researching you he always came empty-handed. Sure, you two fucked, kissed, hanged out, but there was just this sense of chemistry lacking as if you two melted together when naked but once the fog cleared, it became a constant battle to gain control over the other. You had gifts to win him over. He had his charm and amazing bedroom skills to keep you grounded. You made it work. Kind of.

He arrived at your place a few minutes before 10, making himself a drink at the sky bar in the middle of your living room as he stared outside the floor-length window to watch Seoul’s night sky and lighted ground of the busy city, your heels clicking on the floor when you entered the space.

“Oh you got here early?” he turned around to watch you dispose of your jewellery in the entrance table, stealing glances at him every few seconds “I didn’t think you would actually listen to me and wear it, do you like it?

Hoseok lifted the glass to his lips to sip the alcohol. The poorly lit room brought a new light to you that deep down he had known for a while but he wasn’t willing to accept, the tiredness behind your eyes luring him in, making him imagine for a second that the setting was much more domestic than what it really was “Got off classes early and yeah, it does the job, thanks”

You made your way to the bar to fix yourself a drink, all the while he couldn’t stop staring at you, the imposing aura you always exuded sending shivers down his spine, his mind racing. He could already picture you bent over the couch for him as you took a seat and waved him over.

He couldn’t even begin to comprehend how much time went by when your lips found his, your dress riding up your thighs when you moved to straddle him, hands finding your ass, tongues fired up with evident desire as you ground down on his hard length “You texted me first today” you broke away from the kiss to look at him funnily, for the first time in the almost a year knowing you, he could see the slightest of vulnerability in your eyes, fondness, for him. So after all, you were wrapped around his finger “Are you falling in love with me, miss Y/N?”

Your answer was very much in character, sucking his jawline while your hands worked their way down his pants to free his cock, stroking him a few time to bring it to a full length, his head throwing back into the couch in pleasure as you retorted teasingly “Think you’re going to break my heart, Hobi?”

He knew then that your favourite game had begun. A constant game of tug and pull to lead the sex that had become a routine for both of you.

He had somehow worked his way under your dress at the same time as he pushed his pants to his ankles and removed them, giving your clothed core just the right amount of friction you were seeking and providing him with the perfect moment to flip you both over on the small space, a smirk taking over his factions “You might be good looking baby, but you’re not a piece of art”

“God I need you so much right now” you whispered at him, before tracing the expanse of his back under his newly bought sweater, distracting him enough for you to take his place on top, aching core approaching his face as his smile didn’t seem to get any bigger “Dinner’s served”

“My favourite,” he said before beginning to suck on the inside of your thighs, working his way to where you needed him the most, hot tongue wetting your already drenching panties for a few seconds before he pushed the cloth aside and gripped you even closer to his face, teeth nibbling at your folds teasingly, drawing a loud moan out of you, walls instinctively clenching as his tongue traced you whole, lewd noises filling up the room, subtly grinding up to him as he traced circles on your clit before eating you out once again, up until your thighs started trembling against his head, yours thrown back in ecstasy at the pleasure. His face glistening with your juices once you let him take control over the situation.

Hoseok’s deft fingers rid you of both of your remaining pieces of clothings as you tried to catch your breath, fully aware of what was about to go on after you had your fun with him. Your exposed skin hits the coldness of the floor as Hoseok rolled both of you down the couch, making you shiver as a smile is plastered in the younger’s face; you close your eyes for a split second, not needing to know that for the time being, Hoseok was pumping his hard cock to ready himself for you, small fluttering kisses adorning the space just below your neck as he approaches your ear silently “I was thinking… a Tesla would be a great combo with my brand new Chanel collection, you know?”

A small laugh leaves your lips before you open your eyes to see him hovering above you, eyes travelling your face, a few strands of hair covering his “You are not sweet talking me into buying you a Tesla, Hoseok”

“I was thinking more of fucking it out of you” it is then that he enters you in a swift thrust, letting you adjust for a few seconds before moving experimentally at the new angle for both of you that was your living room floor, his hand coming up to place your right leg over his shoulder, gaining him better access to have you whimpering below him, just the way he liked. Long, skilled fingers caress your clit as he keeps a steady rhythm inside of you, feeling the warmth enveloping him and your walls clench around him as he speeds up his pace on your nerve bundle.

“Oh g-Hoseok I’m gonna cum” your voice is strained and he feels it as the opportunity to wreck you harder, the movement of his hips hitting all the right spots within you, he can feel your leg cramping on his shoulder as a wave of pleasure hits you and he has half a mind to pull out and release himself on your stomach, both of you breathing heavily as the need starts to fade and it all comes to an end.

You see, if you asked any of Hoseok’s close friends, they would describe him as pure sunshine, and he was, kinda, at least for the most part of his life, but he was also a man determined to get what he wanted in life, which was why, he was currently pondering his next move. After your little session at your living room floor/couch, he had felt a shift in the air, a longing between the two of you, and that only went on for the next few weeks as you would drop your cold facade and text him small things, as he kept on receiving packages at his dorm (without Tae or Joon knowing, thank fuck) and he had found himself thinking about you non-stop. It was pretty obvious, and if someone had known about your existence, they might have pointed it out, cause it was so obvious even for himself, that the tug and pull game of yours, had made you both fall for the other somehow. Which really, wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t for that shitty paragraph on your contract that seems to keep replaying itself inside his mind. If you started becoming too familiar with each other, you would revoke the contract. He had agreed and signed it, thinking that it is just too weird for someone to grow acostumed to another if they just fuck and leave afterwards, but apparently somewhere he went wrong. And he clearly needed the money. You had yet to come to realise your newly found dynamics so he was living on borrowed time. And he had to act quickly.

Hoseok wasn’t really a strategic man, but luck always seemed to be on his side, so it took a mere week to come up with something. He had been visiting the hospital where his sister worked (per his mother’s request) just hanging out, which probably wasn’t even allowed to, but Jiwoo had insisted to wait for her lunch break as it was a slow day anyway. So he did.

“You’ve never told me how you paid off your tuition without dad’s help, Hobi” his sister commented as she went through some papers on her desk. His mind crashed. Error 404. Flee the country. It is one thing lying to his friends about his way of living, a completely different story when family starts asking.

“Oh I’m a- personal assistant of some CEO” he answered, turning to look the other way towards the entrance, almost nonchalantly, but life liked to have fun with him, so of course just as he is trying his best to keep you out of his mind, you had to be walking right through the door, not as outstanding as he is used to see you, but the aura you exude that is so uniquely yours is unable to miss out. You two didn’t talk on personal life, but he had researched you over the months, trying (and failing) to gain some type of useless power over you. It seemed like whatever wasn’t business, wasn’t you. So he had to play dumb.

“Who 's that?” he asked his sister, just as you were rounding the corner, Jiwoo turning to look at your disappearing figure

“Oh, that’s Y/N”

“Y/N like Y/N Y/L/N? the CEO?” the idea of maybe getting into acting and winning an Oscar crossed his mind, his sister hummed in thought

“I guess, Y/N is quite an unusual name right?” she resumed whatever she was doing before adding “But this girl couldn’t be her, she comes to visit her sister religiously every Friday”

“Is she sick?” so your cold uncaring demeanor was really just a front you put up for people.

“You’re starting to sound like a pervert, Hoseok”

He really wishes he could say he dropped the whole sick sister thing after that day, but the longer he thought about that, the cleared it was for him that if he was looking for an upper hand for you not to drop him out of the whole money deal once you realised you had both infringed the contract that brought you two together, this was it. He had immense self-confidence, if he said so himself. But there was something about going against you that wasn’t exactly easy to warm up to. He tried several times to come up with a plan but came empty-handed so he guessed he would just have to go with the flow.

“You’re so wet already” he grunted as you felt his member teasing your entrance, his hand gripping your hair to bring you to face the mirror beside your bed. Hoseok had decided to drop by after he knew you were done with work, taking you by surprise at the unscheduled session, but then again, who were you to complain about the man, who in less than five minutes and some lazy kissing on your bed had both of you riled up and on all fours at his complete mercy “We’ve got some things to talk about, Y/N”

You tried to turn your face to look at him directly instead of the mirror but he just tightened his grip as he thrusted forward forcefully, making you grip your sheets tighter attempting not to tumble over, a pleasurable sting on your scalp “I’m listening”

“Friday. Lunchtime, what exactly were you doing at the hospital?” he asked and could already feel your though exterior crumble, he just had to hope that whatever big secret it was having a sick little sister was enough for him to keep the upper hand in the situation.

Just as fast as that surprised look had appeared on your face, it was replaced with determination in your eyes as you pressed yourself back onto him, purposely clenching around him in the way you knew drove him crazy “Maybe I’ll talk. If you fuck me hard enough”

So he did.

“So what do you want in exchange for keeping my Friday’s whereabouts a secret?” you asked as his clothes were thrown at him

This was it. “I want my full tuition paid off before you call it quits on us”

You turned to look at him, laughing a little “Hoseok, a human vulnerability doesn’t mean that I am weak” you made your way to the bathroom “You’ll have to work harder for it”

Each day that went by was filled with dread of having his whole lifestyle crumbling down in a second, it had been so long since he had even so much as heard about you. Until he wouldn’t stop hearing about you (kind of) He remembers waking up to a 5am text from you telling him that he couldn’t have peace without a war, but if he was being completely honest, he was kind of asleep at the time so he couldn’t comprehend half of it. But it all became clearer when his phone started blowing up with texts, from Taehyung and Namjoon, to his sister and his parents. Apparently, you had a very expensive shopping spree in his name, delivered especially with lots of love to every person that could, and most certainly would question how exactly he had the kind of money to afford the luxurious gifts that they were all receiving.

From:Y/N [9:02]

You start at 10.

To: Y/N [9:02]

Y/N What’s going on?

From: Y/N [9:05]

Welcome to the team, board member Jung Hoseok.

So perhaps you would always have the upper hand when it came to power and control of whatever it was you two were playing. You had no doubt and no obstacle to ruin his whole life. But he guesses that his upper hand is shown in the fact that he could keep you from doing just that.

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remileon · 3 years ago

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masterlist : iseul’s list

30.10.2019

this is more of a generalisation of what happens, the actual episode is much longer

Iseul Birthday Special┊(RE)PLAY

what’s happening

captions from the editors

Korean = English

MARI = JANGMI = ISEUL = JISU = LILY = PD

The girls enter the room decorated for Iseul’s birthday. They’re all wearing princess dresses.

LILY Oh my god, 5 more days and you’ll be an adult. How does it feel no longer being young?

Our pekingese spares no mercy, not even today

ISEUL What’s that? I can’t hear you from down the— Ow! Mari, Lily’s… mean.

The girls take their seats in the order of Jangmi-Mari-Iseul-Lily-Jisu. Today, Iseul’s been given her gifts from all 5 of her members. The staff put boxes on the table containing the gifts, which the girls all inspect and shake around.

PD If you guess who gave what gift, the member whose gift you guessed has to give an extra gift of 10 000 won.

Iseul’s birthday, the gift that keeps on giving

JANGMI 10 000?! I don’t have that kind of money!

MARI Didn’t you buy something worth 20 000 yesterday?

LILY That must be why she doesn’t have the money

Iseul picks up one of the boxes and shakes it. Not much noise comes from inside.

SEUL Must be clothing then…

JANGMI (owner of the gift) And that’s a bad thing?

SEUL *scared* No! Just… making an observation.

2/5 members are already after Seulie. Will she make it to 20?

Seul picks up the lid and drops the contents onto the table. The girls erupt with laughter as a sports bra falls out. She looks at Jangmi and shakes her head, a wide grin on her face.

Detective Seulie seems to know the culprit

JISU Who? How? I—

SEUL Too easy. There’s only one person in this room who knows my size. The colour looks great, by the way. Thanks, Eonni

JANGMI *a lil’ embarrassed* No problem.

The rest of the gifts are opened altogether due to Seul’s impatience. A bottle of perfume, her favourite brand of seaweed snacks, a cute drawing on card, and tickets to a movie.

Son ISeul truly is well-loved

Mari takes out her wallet, knowing her gift is painfully obvious.

SEUL *teasing* Hmm, I wonder who the drawing is from? It’s really pretty and I mean that.

MARI *handing her money over* You’re making it worse..

JANGMI It’s really pretty! You could design our next album cover with those skills.

Iseul gets the seaweed snacks next. She looks at Jisu, then Lily. Lily takes a whiff of the perfume and gags.

SEUL These are from Jisu, aren’t they?

JISU They could be. Or not. I don’t know.

But aren’t you the gift-giver, Ms. Nam?

SEUL Ok. Well, I know the perfume isn’t Lily. She wouldn’t gift something she wouldn’t be able to borrow.

LILY You-you don’t know that!

MARI We do. You treated me to ice cream the other day and ate a quarter of my sundae.

JANGMI Yeah! And that time you bought a sweater for Chaeri but wore it before her.

It seems Lily’s in a tight spot now ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

RMLN all murmur in agreement. Lily rolls her eyes as Iseul scans over the last two presents. She picks up the movie tickets to the Joker film.

SEUL Chaeri doesn’t like watching movies all that much so these must be either Jisu’s or Lily’s. Lily loves darker films so that must be hers.

LILY *handing over 5 000 won, gasping* Wow, eonni, so smart, and pretty, and talented, and tall—

JISU Where’s the other 5 000?

LILY Jisu! I wouldn’t’ve told on you and we could’ve both saved! *hands over the other 5K*

Jisu stops to think, realising the chance she just lost and screams in agony.

MARI Hey now. Let’s play fair everyone.

SEUL You’re only saying that because I guessed yours too quickly.

Mari gets up and presumably goes to fight Iseul. The camera cuts and we see them again, now calm and with Mari now far from Iseul.

Nothing bad happened, right guys?

SEUL The snacks have to be Chaeri’s. She doesn’t understand perfume well enough to know what I like. Jisu got me the perfume.

JANGMI Iseul I think she’ll be watching this.

LILY Nah, Chameleons will tell her she was badmouthed first.

That sounds like her. We hope Chameleons don’t spoil to her.

PD Congratulations, Iseul! You got it all right.

Iseul squeals as staff come in singing ‘Happy Birthday’, cake in hand. The girls join in and gather around Iseul as she makes her wish and blows out her candles.

#happy birthday to this cutie #RMLN’s editor is v sassy #.˚ ̗̀ 𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗹₍₆₎ ̖́ ༘┊#.˚ ̗̀ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 — (𝗿𝗲)𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆₍₆₎ ̖́ ༘┊#.˚ ̗̀ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡₍₆₎ ̖́ ༘┊#idol oc #kpop oc #oc girl group #oc kpop group #idol!oc #kpop!oc #idol!au #kpop!au #oc!group #oc!idol

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #411

“everybody’s got loaded stories, and i know for a fact everybody sees a bullseye on my back”

Have you ever been to jail? No. Opinion on snow? I absolutely love it! Not big on the slush it leaves behind, though. It gets ugly. What are you best at drawing? Meerkats. Are you scared of going over bridges? Nah. If you had endless energy and stamina, how would you spend your days? Plenty of exercise, lots of exploration with my camera, doing chores much more regularly... stuff like that. What mental or physical space do you go when you want to recharge or relax? I go to my room and watch YouTube. Did you have/use a comfort object as a child (do you continue to have one)? I actually don't remember. Now as an adult, if I go somewhere, my purse is actually like my comfort item in that I like to sit and sort of hug it to feel more secure. When was the last time you said something you regret? What did you say? I'm unsure. What do you tend to get carried away with? New hobbies/interests. It will be like all I care about for a long while, ha ha. Do you believe we have souls; do you believe in a life after death? Yes to both. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Ugh, yes, and it's the absolute worst. What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid? We had those Flintstones ones for a while, but for most of my childhood, we had gummy vitamins. Have you ever gone to court? Well, yes, but not for like your ordinary court hearing. While hospitalized on one occasion, a lawyer visited to speak to the patients informing us that we could argue against our discharge dates if we believed we were going to be committed for too long, which I thought I was, so I signed up to bring my case in front of a judge. So yeah, I've been to court, but not for ordinary reasons. Are you friends with your neighbors? "Friends," no. The people to our left like just moved out, and I don't even know if we've ever been outside at the same time as the family on our right. Favorite color? I like baby pink. How long has it been since you’ve seen The Lion King? I saw the CGI remake when it came out, if that counts? I don't know about the original. When did you last hold hands with someone? Sometime when I was at my sister's house, my niece grabbed my hand to drag me somewhere, ha ha. Have you ever had a crush on your sibling's friend? No. Have you ever gone to a beach? Multiple times. How good is your eyesight? It is very, VERY bad. I need new glasses severely. What’s the best wedding you’ve been to? My former dance teacher's. Have you ever had a negative encounter with the police? What happened? No. What’s your favourite thing to cook/bake? Do you eat it often? I don't do either. How do you flush the toilet in public? I generally use my elbow. I don't like standing on one leg, so I don't really use my foot like I'd prefer. Favorite horror movie? Silent Hill is dearest to me overall just because of what it is, but as a horror film, I think the original Blair Witch Project is best. Do you have your wisdom teeth? X-rays have only ever shown two are present, but I have enough space for those. What would you name your pet snake if you had one? It would depend on their appearance. The snake I have currently is named Venus because her coloration is similar to the planet. Do you like peanuts? Only when covered in chocolate. Where do you typically shop for bras and underwear? Do you tend to keep it simple, or have a variety of different items? Have you ever gotten a professional bra fitting? I don't get new undergarments (or clothes in general) frequently, but historically, my bras are bought online and underwear just from Wal-Mart. I don't really get the second question? I mean I don't have a style when it comes to those types of clothes, if that's what you mean. I've never had an actual bra-fitting, but I absolutely need to but keep putting it off. It seems like NO bra fits me properly all-around, and it's ridiculously annoying. What (if any) types of xrays/scans/other diagnostic tests have you had done? Was anything found? Idk man, a lot. I've had xrays on my wrist (found a fracture), teeth, legs... maybe more? I've also had an ultrasound on my liver for reasons I don't recall. I either had an MRI or CT scan (I can't remember which) when I got a concussion, and uhhhh... I can't think of anything else. Were you breast or bottle fed as a child? If you plan to have children, which do you think you’ll choose? Do you think one is really better than the other? I was nursed, and if I hypothetically had children, I'd definitely try to do the same. It was so incredible to me that I've never forgotten this: when I was at the hospital while my sister had her first baby, there was a chart on the wall of how many more nutrients were in breast milk versus formula milk, and the list was GARGANTUAN. Like, unbelievable. Now, do I think it's BETTER? That's a complicated question for which, in short, my answer is no. More nutritious, well, given what I just said, obviously. But breastfeeding just doesn't work for all mothers for a plethora of reasons, like the time demand, they can be self-conscious, it's painful... and all those things are okay. A mother should do what works best for her. Neither one is "wrong" or makes someone less of a mother because they feed their child less traditionally. Do you find that you have become more selective in terms of friendships as you’ve gotten older? Did the friendships you thought would last over time end up that way? Absolutely. There are just some kinds of people I absolutely do not tolerate anymore. And no, not most. We just drifted apart with time, or given most of my closest friendships are/were online, they just fell off the face of the earth. What are you doing right now? This and re-watching John Wolfe play Bloodborne. Bloodborne is such a comfort series to me... somehow, ha ha. Yet another game I've never played but desperately want to. Where are you? In my bedroom, as always. When you get yelled at, do you yell back or let it go? Depending on who it is, I might yell back, but most likely cry, ha ha. I hate being yelled at, like a lot. Is the person you last texted single? That would be my mom, so yeah. I've hoped she'd find a partner forever... She, probably more than anyone I know, deserves love from the *right* guy. I worry a lot how lonely she may become whenever I move out. Are you easily scared by horror movies? Not at all. Are you friends with any of your ex boyfriend/girlfriends? Girt and Sara, yes. Are you lonely? Be honest. Very. What has made you happy today? It's too early for this. What has made you sad today? Nothing, really. Last thing eaten? I had leftover pancakes from yesterday. Are you wearing anything that’s not yours? No. Do you like to wear makeup? I mean it makes me feel prettier, sure, but the actual time investment doesn't feel worth it for me personally. Especially when you're not even that good with applying it. Have you ever attempted to write a story or novel? Many times when I was younger. Would you rather have perfect hair or perfect skin? Perfect skin. I hate my skin, it has so many blemishes. What’s your middle name? Marie. How big is your bed? Queen. Do you drink? Only a bit for special occasions, really. I'll have a daiquiri on your average day every once and a blue moon. Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed walked out of your life? That's an understatement. Do you prefer pasta, salad, or coleslaw? Pasta. I hate coleslaw. Do you find smoking unattractive? Yes. Where’s the last place you went besides your house? The TMS office. Do you eat breakfast daily? Yes. Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater? My dad. Do you like your cell phone? No, but it gets the job done. I just wish I had a phone with a good camera. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. So, what if you married the last person you kissed? That's the dream, but I acknowledge and accept it just might not work out like that. Do you usually answer your texts? Almost always. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yes. Who has seen you cry the most? My mom, for sure. Have you ever just laid down outside and stared at the stars? Yeah, Jason and I did that one night on the trampoline. Have your friends ever randomly stopped by your house? In the past, yes. Think to the last person you kissed; have you ever kissed them on the ground? No. Do you have a condom in your room? No, got no use for one. Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? Yes. What brand is your digital camera? Canon. Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? No; I really don't get the point. When was the last time you went tanning? Ew, never. I find NO appeal in just lying in the boiling sun. Do you like the smell of fresh cut grass? No, I hate it. Do you get embarrassed easily? Like you would not fucking believe. It's one of the things I hate most about myself, because I'm embarrassed about everything I like and what makes me me. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party? No. Do you always wear your seatbelt? Absolutely. You couldn't pay me not to. Do you sing in the shower? No. Have you ever been called a slut/whore/something along those lines? Only playfully among friends. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly/didn't even know? Yes. Have you ever fallen in love with a really good friend of yours? Yes. Do you own a blacklight? No. Do you like fruit better than vegetables? Definitely. Have your friends met the last person you kissed? Of my current friends, only Girt has. If you’re straight, have you ever thought about kissing the same sex? If you’re gay, have you ever thought about kissing the opposite sex? I'm bisexual, soooo. What does your laugh sound like? Do you have a loud laugh or a quiet laugh? Bro my laugh is so fucking loud and obnoxious. Is there a reality TV show you would consider taking part in? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''paranoiac personality'' by alice cooper

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syms-things-5 · 4 years ago

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Clear The Area - Chapter Fourteen

Previous Chapter HERE

Warnings: Language, NSFW Language

Tags: @jennmurawski13 @kelbabyblue

Note: Apologies, this is a repost from yesterday for reasons I won’t go into now. i hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Fourteen

Sarah jostled with the mail as she entered their building, trying hard not to knock over the newest fresh plant currently adorning the entrance. They usually took it in turns to handle the post and whatever parcels the Supervisor had signed for that day but she was starting to feel a little short-changed as Shanna had consistently more post coming her way these days. Sarah realised she needed to get out more. Carting everything up the stairs was starting to become its own workout. Today’s treasures involved two Nasty Gal packages, a package from Pottery Barn, a box from Amazon, and what appeared to be a free sample of a Louis Vuitton fragrance. Sarah might just keep that last one to herself.

Jocelyn had sent another care package of sorts her way but it only served to remind Sarah that she had not called her folks in over a week. Ever since the accident, Jocelyn had been so consumed with worry that she had taken to sending Sarah articles ripped form magazines and gift cards for relaxation therapies. Despite Sarah’s many protests to the contrary, Jocelyn was sure Sarah was struggling with some form of undiagnosed PTSD. She’d read about it in a magazine. “If affects upwards of half a million American every year, honey.”

After successfully dodging the neighbour’s schnauzer, she eventually reached their floor and was just about to turn her key in the lock when the door swung wide open. Before she had time to react, she was brought face to face with a stressed-out Shanna, hair dripping wet from a shower. Not her favourite Shanna it had to be said. Not even in the Top Ten.

She grabbed Sarah by both shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m going to wear, Sarah! I’ve got less than an hour!”

“And hello to you, too!” Sarah smiled broadly, almost comically so, before Shanna lowered her head in embarrassment and moved out of the way so Sarah could physically get into her own home. She held the packages up. “Maybe there is something in here?”

Shanna shook her head. “No, they’re more summery. More formal.” She’d started fluttering around Sarah in a panic. “Do you still have that leather midi skirt? Do you think I could fit into it?”

“Uhh yeh it’s in the back of my closet somewhere.” she remembered. “Might be a bit warm, though? What are you gonna wear with it?”

“Well it’s a punky kind of bar, think it has live music and stuff so I thought maybe that Rolling Stones t-shirt and the maroon boots? Keep my hair down and casual?”

“So basically all of my clothes?” Sarah retorted. Shanna pressed her hands together in prayer and gave her the best pitiful smile she could manage, one she knew Sarah couldn’t resist. Shanna seemed to genuinely like this guy and if this guy was as charming and as smart as she told her he was, Sarah was sure she would like him, too. Hell, he’d be best friends with Scott and Chris in no time so long as he enjoyed football, Sam Adams, and didn’t put points on Shanna’s licence.

“Give me five minutes and I’ll see what I can pull together. Do you wanna borrow that heart necklace of mine? If you’re wearing your hair down, it’s probably best you avoid wearing earrings unless you want me to cut you out of them again.” Sarah shouted as she walked into her room unaware that Shanna had followed her closely behind.

“Oh god I hadn’t even thought that far. You know what, I might just cancel. This is just too much right now and I’m not even sure if he really likes me as anything more than a friend.” She feigned a dramatic flop onto Sarah’s bed, one arm landing across her forehead. Sarah delved through her closet to locate the desired items. If Shanna was threatening to cancel the date already, it must be serious.

“How many of you are going to this club?” Sarah asked, emerging from the closet doorway.

“Don’t know. Think three or four from my department and another couple from his?” she responded, hopelessness evident in her voice. Shanna never did well with vagueness where guys were concerned; everything had to be black and white with her.

“Come on, you’ve still got time.” Sarah encouraged as she carried some clothes and a couple of pairs of boots towards the bed. “Dry your hair and we’ll figure this out, OK?”

“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” Shanna pouted and Sarah tried to shrug off the pit growing in her stomach from her words. Shanna used every ounce of energy she could muster to get up and drag herself back into the bathroom leaving Sarah shaking her head.

It was only a rare occasion when Shanna took less time getting ready in the bathroom. Sarah had fond memories of shouting through the door back when they were at college and deciding to move in together required a complete 180 degree shift in her expectations. Still, in less than half an hour, here she emerged fully dressed, primer and foundation applied, and hair dried accordingly. It was a miracle of epic proportions and if she hadn’t shoved some false eyelashes into Sarah’s hand, Sarah would have snapped a photograph to send to the family as evidence that their little girl was growing up.

Thanks to her professional, steady hand, Sarah was always the eyelash-fixer among their group. While fixing a couple of lashes to the corners of her eyes, Sarah’s phone buzzed. It buzzed a couple more times in quick succession and she would have managed to ignore it had it not been for Shanna’a roving eye.

“Looks like someone wants you.” she murmured, trying her hardest not to move as Sarah held the glued lash in place with some tweezers.

“It’ll just be Audrey probably.” Sarah responded in no rush to check for herself, keeping a firm hold on what she was doing.

Shanna tried glancing to her side one more time to catch who it was but couldn’t quite make it out. It buzzed again. “I’d hate for you to miss out on a date with Greg on account of helping piece my pathetic love life together. Oooh maybe we could double-date!”

Shanna’s exclaim nearly caused Sarah to lose her grip on the tweezers but a sharp intake of breath convinced Shanna to give up the inquisition. “Sorry. Sorry.” she held her hands up as an apology before feeling Sarah’s hands relax as she moved across to the other eye.

Sarah was pleased to see Shanna eventually leave their apartment. Not because she wanted the peace particularly but just because it was nice to see her get excited over a guy that wasn’t Ben. She looked gorgeous, too. Sarah was quite proud of her work. If it wasn’t to be a proper date, it definitely would be after tonight. Robbie would be an absolute fool to miss out.

It was only when she slumped dow onto the couch and spent the next hour or so flicking through television channels that she remembered her phone had buzzed earlier on. She reluctantly peeled herself off the sofa and retrieved it from where it had originally landed on her bedside table. Honestly, it was like Shanna had taught her nothing.

From just two messages, Chris had attempted some mild flirtation with her before asking her if she knew what in God’s Name Penhaligon’s was.

Sarah 8.19pm: Perfume I think. Pretty old school brand. Why?

Chris 8.23pm: Mom wants it for her birthday. Never heard of it before. Scott thought it might be some kind of scarf??

She googled the name to make sure. Last thing she wanted was to end up ruining Lisa’s birthday celebrations with a present she absolutely did not want. Her birthday was something she took with increasing seriousness as each year passed by and her children and grandchildren grew older in front of her eyes. There was always a party of sorts, a massive cake, perhaps a theme, and a “suggestion list” for possible gifts. Well, they say “suggestion” but rarely did anyone dare deviate from “the list”. Sarah hadn’t yet considered buying a present but if Chris was already looking, she would no doubt need to catch up.

Sarah 8.34pm: Yep, pretty certain it’s a perfume. Pretty pricey. Good shout.

Sarah started scanning through her phone as another couple of messages caught her eye, some she had accidentally missed from earlier in the day. One from Audrey. One from Greg that she was not expecting.

Greg 7.02pm: Great news! 29th is set up. All you need to do is say the word! Don’t know how long I can hold the spot open so let me know as soon as you can. Have a great evening x

It took her a moment to register what he was talking about.

Chris 8.37pm: Cool THX What are you wearing??

Sarah stared down at the phone. She felt light-headed. There was far too much going on for this time of the day. She wiped at her forehead with her sweater sleeve and took a deep breath.

Sarah 8.41pm: You wouldn’t be interested lol

Chris 8.42pm: try me..........

He had a surprising habit these days of cheering her up.

Sarah 8.46pm: Nah I look a mess. Get out while you can.

Her phone started ringing almost as soon as she’d pressed ‘send’, Chris’ name flashing on her screen. She contemplated not answering now that her mood had taken a turn but she knew he would work out something was wrong and immediately dive over.

“Hey,” she answered, trying for a jovial tone but coming up just south of delirious.

“Hey you,” he smiled through the phone, happy to hear her voice. “In all the years I have known you, Bernette, not once would I describe you as looking like a mess.”

She laughed down the line. She made the right decision.

“...you are far too cute to ever be a mess. Do you know that? Like, I can already picture you with your sweats on, your hair tied up, soft skin...” he trailed off with a low sigh that she was sure was filthier than he intended it to be. “Man, that really does something to me.”

“You really know how to charm a girl. Have you figured this Penhaligon’s thing out yet? Was I right?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

She laughed again. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m not great with flirting over the phone. You should know that by now.”

“Then do it with me in person.” he proposed as if it was the easiest solution in the world. As if she wasn’t going to be distracted with thoughts of work and studies enough to not focus on him entirely. And he didn’t deserve to be second best.

It would have been all too easy to allow him to come over. Forget about overthinking things again. There truly was no one better at making her feel good about herself these days. Like, honest, through-the-bone good about herself, whatever that entailed. Goosebumps raised on her skin at the thought.

“I’m pretty whacked to be honest and...”

“What’s going on? Are you feeling alright?” he asked, concern evident in his tone. Whatever he had been pottering about with in the background had stopped all of a sudden.

“Yes! Yeh, I’m fine. Just...I dunno, boring. Plus, it’s Friday night! You should be out with the guys or whatever. Shan said Scott is having issues with Zach again. Is he OK?”

He laughed at her second lame attempt to deflect. He knew something was going on and he knew she knew he wouldn’t give up easily.

“Is Shanna there?” he asked.

“No, she went out with some friends.”

“So why don’t you ask me to come over and I’ll make you feel better than fine?”

She was lucky she was sat down or that her legs were crossed underneath her as she lounged on the couch, her back against the arm rest. His tone was causing her to feel things she shouldn’t be focussing on. What must it feel like to always be confident of your effect on people?

“Do you wanna come over?” she asked, treading lightly, not entirely anxious should he decline.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” He ended the call almost as abruptly as he had dialled it.

She remained where she sat for a moment, Greg’s text message still lighting up her screen. She wasn’t expecting for things to suddenly be so easy for her and it was strange how opening herself up to more possibilities could cause her to feel so immobile.

She would need to move at some point and as a helpless and as confused as she now felt, she knew it would look far too obvious to Chris if she bid to make herself up. She also didn’t really have the energy to do so. Lord, Chris really should have taken the out when he had the chance.

“Have I just walked into a teenage girl’s bedroom?” Chris asked, taking a look around as he entered the apartment not long afterwards. He clearly found the scene amusing although Sarah couldn’t under stand why. It was partly Shanna’s home after all. He should be used to girly mess. “What’s going on?”

“Shan has a date. I was helping her to get ready.” Sarah replied, humourously holding up the hairdryer like a trophy before dumping it back in her bedroom. “Sort of, actually. She doesn’t quite know if it’s a date date or a friend date.”

“I was told those didn’t exist.” Chris smirked, reaching for a bottle of water from her fridge.

“Well, she’s dressed up for one. Looks gorgeous.”

“I think you look gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Chris, you don’t need to make any more effort, OK? You’re already in the apartment.”

“I think it bears repeating is all.”

He swallowed half the bottle of water before fixing her with a semi-quizzical stare. He tried to figure out what was going on as he watched her potter around the kitchen table, swiping something away into a cupboard, phone grasped in her hand. “What’s going on? You sounded weird on the phone and now you look like it as well.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” she answered far too quickly and tried to shrug it off but his body language told her he wasn’t buying it. She wasn’t sure what was bothering her more in this moment; him knowing her too well, or that he knew he knew her too well.

“OK, alright, well, it’s Friday night and I’m happy just hanging out and doing whatever but you can also talk to me as well. I’m not a monster.”

“It was her turn to look back at him, unsure of her next move or indeed his. she wondered if he was very likely regretting his decision to meet her now when twenty minutes in the opposite direction would take him to one of his favourite downtown dive bars. Instead, he rested against the side of the kitchen doorway, arms folded, a softness still present in his facial expressions. He seemed hesitant of what to say and she didn’t like the slight awkward air surrounding them. She didn’t want to venture into work-territory either.

“Do you want me to go, Sarah?”

She looked back up at him after a short spell spent staring down at her feet. “No. I don’t want you to leave. I’m just...there’s something...” she paused to re-evaluate her words. “You know what, it’s find. It’s nothing major. Of course I’m glad you’re here now.”

He pushed himself off from the counter and moved towards her, accepting of the greeting smile now covering her face, the bottle of water still in his grip. “Cool. Shall I follow your lead then, or...?”

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” she suggested, more casually than he would have liked. She didn’t know what to say to him now that all of her brain space was taken up with possibilities and wanting to call Audrey with the news. Chris hadn’t factored in watching a film but she seemed like she wanted a little peace and quiet and he had pretty much dived into the apartment as soon as she gave him the green light, eager as he was to see her without threat of Shanna walking in at any point.

“Movie sounds good.” He bobbed his head in agreement, content in their surroundings for now.

At some point towards the end of Searching, Chris quietly excused himself to go to the bathroom. Realising something was about to happen and not wanting to have to explain it to him after he returned, Sarah put the film on pause and headed into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She had held him at an arm’s length for most of the night, the couch seeming longer somehow, but was now feeling a slight chill despite the thick sweater reaching midway down her thighs. He would no doubt have been cosy to snuggle up to but she was still pondering Greg’s message and couldn’t concentrate on much else.

Her demeanour hadn’t gone unnoticed by Chris. A couple of times he caught the glare from her phone screen illuminating her face from below and wondered who had gotten her attention this evening. He stopped himself from making an obvious joke and was disappointed that she hadn’t noticed him glance across at her several times during the movie. He wasn’t much interested in watching it. Telling the truth, he’d seen it via a DVD screener Matt had sent him months earlier but she’d mentioned she was looking forward to watching it and in all honesty, he had figured they would curl up together and he would have still gotten something out of it.

“Chris? Do you want a cup of tea?” she hollered from the kitchen doorway. No response for what seemed to be a long, long minute. She switched the kettle off and began pouring him one anyway. She could always drink two if he didn’t want it.

“Chris?” she shouted again.

She walked into the lounge to place the cups down and clocked the bathroom door ajar and seemingly empty. Maybe he left without telling her. In all fairness, she wouldn’t have been surprised or annoyed. She’d barely given him a moment of attention for the last two hours.

She wandered slowly down the hallway first passing Shanna’s bedroom before reaching her own and finding him stretched out across the bottom of her bed. She giggled and leaned on the side of the doorway. He looked rather comfortable. A little too comfortable. Maybe he wanted some company?

“What are you up to, Evans?”

He tilted his head up to find her standing there. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to notice I was gone.” He leaned up further and rested on one arm to fully take sight of her. His eyes appeared a little dopey, a thing that always seemed to give away his nefarious intentions. From the angle he was now lying in, the size of his bicep looked ridiculous. It could not have been an accidental move and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t working for her.

“Are you bored? You can absolutely go if you have a better offer, I promise I won’t mind.” she offered by way of an apology but he stayed looking at her, not moving or responding to her offer. Being caught under his glare like this was unnerving to say the least. His hair looked a little messy from where he had been lying down yet he still made zero effort to move at all.

“I’m not bored.” He finally spoke, sincerity lacing his voice. “Are you? You seem distracted tonight.”

She didn’t know how to respond except to say he was right and to apologise again. She hadn’t figured out what to say to Greg yet so explaining her thought process to Chris wasn’t going to get her very far. It was times like this, when he was looking at her like that, that she wished she had the confidence to try and shut him up the old-fashioned way.

“Come here...” It was barely a whisper and she would have doubted he had spoken at all if it wasn’t for the hand he was now holding out towards her. He didn’t blink once.

She couldn’t refuse him and moved slowly to stand in the middle of his now-parted legs hanging off the end of the bed as he sat up. She watched as he closed his eyes when he felt her fingers smooth through his hair. There was something so calming about her touch, the deliberate graze of her nails sending little shocks down his spine. He wasn’t normally fussed by a woman playing with his hair even if occasionally he liked it when they pulled on it but something about her slow, tender touch was unlike anything he had felt before.

He moved his hands to the side of her thighs before pulling her legs down to either side of him. “I love looking at you from here.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist making sure she couldn’t get away from him.

She moved in to kiss him, softly at first before she felt his tongue glide along her bottom lip, a wordless request for her to open up. He paused for a second, taking her in while she caught her breath before kissing her deeper than before. She pulled his t-shirt up from the hem and he reached up over his back to grab it and whip it off in record time. Not one of his proudest moments, it caught on his watch as he tried and failed to fling it to the side of them and he made a mental note to try that move again when he felt her chuckle against the side of his neck. He didn’t much mind being a dork in front of her. She knew he wasn’t as cool as he made himself out to be.

His hands found their way into her hair as he caressed the strands out of her face. He loved how silky it felt between his fingers and how faintly it smelled of coconut, her signature smell by now. Her hands gripped his wrists before slowly moving up his biceps and grasping at his shoulders while he pulled her down onto him to allow her to feel how hard he was becoming from her touch. He wanted to know she was only thinking about him. She felt him push up into her core and arousing her even more. His breaths were getting shorter while his hands moved down her sides in an attempt to hook into her leggings and drag them down and off her body. She moved a hand away from his shoulders to help him with his mission but a tapping sound soon broke her from her reverie.

“Wait.” she was still holding on to his arms to steady herself until things went quiet and his hands froze on her waist. Their breathing levelled out quickly and Chris threw her a confused look. “Do you hear something?”

“What?” He gasped. “No, nothing.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back down to kiss him hard. His hands firmly gripped her ass until she was putting pressure back where he wanted it. She quickly forgot what she was thinking about while he moved her slowly along his growing length. He moved one hand up her side, dragging her sweater up with it so his fingers could finally feel her skin underneath. Her hands were pushing down on his chest a bit harder and in a moment that took her by total surprised he quickly flipped them over so she was lying underneath him, completely encased by his strong forearms.

Kissing her was so easy he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done it sooner. Her lips were soft, some of the softest her had ever touched. He figured she kissed like she wanted to be kissed, and he wanted to kiss her back like no boy had ever kissed her before. It was soft and hot and breathy and turning him on immensely. Neither was trying to win a battle but rather seeking and enjoying their closeness, the sharing of this one single sensation, outside world be damned.

The prospect of being uninterrupted was giving him all kinds of ideas. Her breathing was hot against his skin and he knew she was in the zone with him. They’d never particularly been slow and up until this point, he hadn’t much minded but he knew there was some part of her she was holding back and honestly, it was thrilling to him that he was determined to figure her out.

Pinning her underneath, one hand reached down and grazed the inside of her thigh. A little more pressure just over her clit caused her breath to hitch with a sudden squeak ever so slightly until they smiled back into their kiss, tongues massaging together. Honestly, he could carry on doing this for hours if he knew for sure there would definitely be another time they had this opportunity.

She opened her eyes to find him resting so close above her and evidently relishing the way she was lightly tickling the back of his neck with her fingers. Another languid kiss followed before he caught the side of her neck between his teeth and pushed himself against her core, her wetness increasingly apparent to him. She was growing accustomed to his need to tease her like this that she almost missed the scraping sound that had returned, only this time it was louder and sounded like it was coming from just down her hallway. She would have loved nothing more than to continue focussing on the hot breath now ghosting across her neck and shoulders but, panicking, she grudgingly pushed him off her.

“Fuck, what is that?”

Helpless and slightly dazed, all he could do was watch her get up from the bed to stand by the door. With an ear close to the gap, she listened out for another sound. Quieter than before, she swore she heard what sounded like shuffling followed by something being dropped on the ground.

Spying him about to protest, she shook her head. “Nope. Nope, that’s definitely something.” She proceeded to tiptoe out of her room and down the hall towards the kitchen, her bare feet treading ever so lightly and managing to dodge the one creaky floorboard. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find but felt a brief surge of confidence knowing the vision of Captain America might alarm whoever was attempting to break in to her home and presumably try to murder them both. He was 6 foot and built like a tank, he could absolutely save them both if push came to shove.

Of course, no one was there that she could immediately see. Maybe something had fallen off the wall instead, or perhaps had been knocked over by a strong breeze coming in via the open window in the lounge? Maybe she was hearing things after all or maybe it was a burglar but they got startled and ran away when they heard footsteps inside. Maybe it was just their neighbour moving around next door but it sounded a little too close for that. She resorted to the only thing she could think of in that moment and picked up a spatula just in case.

Chris was reluctantly putting his t-shirt back on when he followed quietly behind her, shaking his leg to relieve some of the tension in his boxers. Something banged again but this time she was sure it was coming from outside of her front door. He could now hear it as well but wasn’t entirely sure what she was hoping to accomplish with a plastic spatula in her hand.

She held her finger up to her lips to stop him from making any noise and peered through the peephole. She couldn’t see anything. Gingerly, she decided to open the door and jumped backwards when there, on the ground hunched up and leaning against the door frame, was a rathe intoxicated Shanna. Her bag had been emptied in a hurry like she’d been trying to locate her keys, and her coat was falling off her shoulders. She was half-asleep.

Chris snorted from somewhere close behind Sarah unable to contain himself, instantly familiar with the view in front of him. Sarah exhaled with some kind of relief that they were safe from a mass-murderer.

“I don’t believe it...” she spoken quietly.

“I do!” Chris could barely stop the laughter coming out now.

She and Chris moved to help her into the apartment, each grabbing her under one arm. Chris bared the majority of her weight while Sarah carried her bag and as a many contents as she could find. They managed to manoeuvre her into her bedroom where she promptly fell forward, head first, onto her bed,

“Fuckin’ waster,” he laughed heartily before Sarah punched his arm to stop him from waking her. the room fell silent for a moment before the unmistakeable sound of Shan snoring took over. Chris closed the door behind them before following Sarah to the kitchen where she collected the remaining items that had fallen out of her bag. Picking up her phone, she checked for scratches.

“Well at least she didn’t lose it this time,” she held up the mobile to him but noticed he couldn’t stop grinning. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” he shook his head. “I just wish I’d taken a picture of her. Scott would have a heart attack. Always told her she couldn’t handle her drink!”

“i don’t know how you’d explain getting hold of a photo of her.”

“Oh yeh, good point.” he chuckled in reponse. They regarded each other for a moment, Chris clearly hopeful they could pick up from where they left off.

“I think you should go,” Sarah thought apologetically.

He paused before answering, expecting her to have been joking. “Why? She’s passed out on her bed. She’ll be asleep for hours. Do you have any idea how many times I have seen her like this?”

“Have you any idea how many times I have seen her like this? She’ll wake up in the middle of the night and get into bed with me and it’d be a lot easier to handle if I didn’t have to explain to her why her bother was also there.”

“Sarah, we could throw a rave and she wouldn’t wake up.”

He was making no effort to move, instead fixing her with a stare waiting for her to recognise how ridiculous she sounded. His hands pinched at his hips and he looked a foot taller than before

“Seriously, Chris, you’re just going to have to leave.”

He took a couple of steps towards her, bare feet padding along the hard, cold floor. “I haven’t see you all week.” He moaned, hands reaching out for her hoping the memory of where they had been would be enough to convince her he should stay.

“That’s not true. You saw me the other day.” It was a weak response. Even she knew that.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

She offered back nothing. She had no response. He was disappointed and equally as frustrated with his lack of a decent comeback. He should definitely stay. He should be rocking her world right this moment and whispering filthy things into her ear but instead, all he could do was stand there and shake his head in defeat. When he made eye contact with her again, she looked somehow smaller in some way and he found it hard to continue being frustrated with her. He understood what she was doing as much as he didn’t want to.

Resigned, he shuffled towards her and embraced her in a hug. She felt him semi-hard against her tummy, briefly doubting her choices. It stirred something exciting inside her to think she could make him feel that way and mentally chastised Shanna for cock-blocking her. She felt bad for kicking him out like this.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” she whispered.

He loosely pulled away from their hug and looked down at her. He playfully raised an eyebrow and looked down at her lips, still pink and swollen, before chastely planting a kiss on them.

“I am absolutely going to hold you to that.”

Shan finally made an appearance the following morning looking like death warmed up. She’d somehow managed to remove her clothes but had a pyjama top on backwards and her hair was sticking out in all directions. She had Sarah’s expert eyeliner and a false lash smudged down one cheek.

Sarah was eating breakfast and checking the news on her phone when she saw the creature from the black lagoon emerge into her kitchen. Stifling a laugh at the sorry sight standing before her, she felt a pang of sympathy seeing every step cause her pain. Shan just pouted at her before taking a seat at the kitchen table, resting her forehead in her hands while Sarah fixed her a glass of juice and some aspirin. She took it gratefully before groaning.

“Remind me never to do shots again.” she stressed. Sarah knew it wouldn’t last, not with that Boston blood coursing through her veins. “Was Chris here last night?”

Sarah froze, a sudden ring clouding her ears. “Erm, no, he wasn’t.” She turned to put her bowl in the sink and tried to hide any blushes. She didn’t know who felt more like shit in this exact moment.

“Oh I could have sworn I heard him is all.” Shan said, more to herself than to anyone else. “God, it’s good he wasn’t. He’d have a ball game seeing me in that state. How awful was I?”

“Not very,” Sarah lied again.

“How did I even get home?” she asked, trying to piece together the flashes of memories that kept racing through her mind.

“Um, I think your friends dropped you off in a taxi and you somehow managed to get up the stairs but then I guess you couldn’t find your keys...?” Shan managed a puzzled look. “You were slumped against the front door.” She refilled her glass with juice. “You’ve been in bed for, like, twelve hours.”

“Shit, we must have started early.”

“Well it happens to the best of us.” Sarah sat next to her and pushed a loose piece of hair out of her sweaty, red face. “Your hair looks OK! I don’t think there is anything stuck in it this time.”

Shanna laughed for the first time before her head panged in revenge.

“So? Did anything happen with Robbie?” Sarah asked, a cheeky grin crossing her face. By the look on Shanna’s face, the answer was a resounding “no” but it could very well have been the alcohol-induced hurricane currently running though her head.

“Well, it was a great night regardless. You’d love the bar. I think we ran into that guy, the porter from your hospital? Pat something? Did you know he plated in a band?”

“Um, no, not at all. Wow.” Sarah was trying to picture Patrick with an array of different instruments to see which suited him before remembering the awkward time he attempted to drum Phil Collins’ ‘In The Air Tonight’ with two scalpels. “Actually, he does seem the type. I’ll have to let Audrey know. She’ll love this.”

“He sounded pretty decent. It’s not just punk music or heavy rock. I think we should all go one night. Maybe as part of Mom’s birthday week.” Shanna perked up a little, proud of the idea that had materialised in her head against all odds. “It’s amazing what people can do when they put some effort in. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Where you might be now if you just took a chance.”

Following a night of heavy drinking, Sarah wasn’t expecting such an existential conversation at this point in the day. But it was a good point regardless. She grabbed her phone from the table and typed out a message to Greg.

“Yes. I’m in.”

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The Doctor Will See You Now - Part 2

Doctor!Seokmin x Female Reader

Word Count: 4689

Contents: hospital setting and mentions of medical equipment, lingerie, teasing, fingering, edging, oral(female receiving), over stimulation

Note: I won’t get too mushy, there will be time for that. Suffice it to say it is my dear friend @thetypingpup birthday today! Enjoy this gift, and in the spirit of your 21st, I’ll see you again in 21 hours for part 3.

Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You weren’t sure if what had happened three weeks ago had actually happened. You hadn’t said anything about it to anyone and some part of your brain was convinced it was all a crazy dream. That would make sense, right? You had made it up? Or you were daydreaming and you let your imagination get away from you, especially when there was such a handsome doctor involved.

It was a wonderful mental image, a thought that got you worked up whenever you had the free time to sit and daydream, or while you did anything mindless. Your mind had a habit of wandering back to his tone, his teasing words, and his touch against your skin. The whole experience was very real in your mind but you told yourself it was nothing more than you imagination.

Because otherwise that would have been wildly unprofessional.

Or, you were worried it wouldn’t happen again.

You knew at this point you were being obsessive. You had woken up much earlier than you needed to make it to your midday appointment. You took extra care washing up this morning, spent more time on your hair. Choosing your outfit took nearly forever. You pulled almost every cute thing you had out of your closet and drawers, laying them all out around the room as you shifted through everything. It was colder today than it had been on the day of your last appointment, but he had said wear something cute, right? Assumedly he thought your other outfit was cute, but you couldn’t wear the same thing again.

You poured over your clothes, wondering if you should match the new bra and panty set you had bought. You were absolutely not going to think about the fact that you bought something new just for this appointment. The skirts that matched the deep colour of the lacey lingerie seemed like the best choices and you settled on your favourite one, wondering if you should switch up your style just a bit. It took some rooting through your sweaters to find the soft, light coloured one that complimented the skirt perfectly.

The last article of clothing you toyed with was a pair of thigh highs. The last time he had to roll down your socks, but they added something ever so slightly sexy to the cute outfit that you hoped would be all the more enticing for him. It still took you ages to decide if you wanted to put on perfume. You weren’t supposed to wear it in hospitals, right? But there was one scent that you really liked that you thought he might enjoy. You played with the bottle in your hands before making up your mind, sitting on the edge of your bed and spritzing just a little onto your inner thighs and the tops of your thigh highs.

By the time you left you knew you might be late if you didn’t hurry to the hospital. You knew you would feel silly if he treated you normally today. Maybe he would. Maybe the last appointment was just him toying with you. Maybe he knew he would be on your mind and it would drive you nuts, thinking about his perfect hair and gorgeous face and heavenly fingers.

The thought nearly had your head spinning as you checked in and sat in the waiting room. You struggled to keep your attention focused on the nurses instructions as she measured your weight and took your blood pressure, even finding yourself telling her you were fine when she expressed concern. You knew you seemed spaced out but Dr. Lee really was all you could think about.

You sat on the bed instead this time as you waited, the machine with the electrodes already there. That was normal right? You were the patient, so it made sense for you to sit on the bed as opposed to one of the chairs. You were definitely overthinking this. You smoothed out your skirt what felt like a thousand times and the waiting really felt like forever. You spent time grabbing your phone and refreshing the same few apps, looking for anything to distract you as the minutes ticked by. You knew he was busy, he was a doctor. You had waited for appointments before but this was different. Your mind kept spinning with thoughts of him, some of them sending shivers of arousal through your body and wetting your panties, something you knew he would tease you for as he fingered you.

Your head shot up as the door opened. Dr. Lee gave you a sunny smile, opening his mouth to say something. But his smile faded as you looked off down the hall, someone calling to him hurriedly.

He glanced at you, pausing for a split second as he really looked at you. Something intense passed through his eyes before disappearing just as quickly.

“I’ll just be a few more moments, forgive me,” he said quickly before rushing down the hall.

You stared at the open door, processing the quick look he’d given you and playing with the edge of your skirt absentmindedly. You hoped that nothing too serious was going on. Though you had to wonder if it made you a bad person to think that since the only reason was that you wanted your appointment to start. Either way you wished the person no ill will, so that was a good thing.

The minutes ticked by and you considered closing the door but figured the second you did he would come back. You checked your phone nervously a few times. It was stupid to think he might have forgotten you, he had a schedule to follow so he had to come back. You did want to him to remember just because he remembered you. He had to right? You had to have been a memorable visit.

You tried to shake the anxious thoughts from your mind. You were getting far too worked up over this. Really, you shouldn’t be expecting anything. Maybe the whole visit would be normal this time around. That’s what you should expect. You grabbed your phone again, scrolling through it without really looking at anything, trying desperately to distract yourself.

“I’m so sorry about that.”

You looked up at Dr. Lee as he started to close the door behind him, a bright smile on his face.

“I had to attend to a matter, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting too long.”

The lock clicked.

The look in his eyes shifted, darkening so minutely you could have missed it. His smile every so slightly hungrier than it had been moments ago.

“Now your test,” his steps had to be deliberately slow. He had the chart open in his hand but his eyes were on you. “Wasn’t as conclusive as we might have hoped. I’m afraid we’ll have to run it again.”

“Th-That’s alright,” you cursed yourself for not keeping your voice steady. A slight smugness crept into his smile.

“I’m sorry this won’t be the fastest visit,” he should have sounded apologetic but he definitely didn’t.

“I don’t have any other plans today,” the words left your mouth before you thought them over and you felt your cheeks burn. That definitely made you sound like a loser.

Dr. Lee chuckled as he pulled off his lab coat. “I don’t intend to keep you quite that long, though I do want to do a quick physical check.”

You were thankful that the whimper died in your throat instead of escaping your lips, his words making you far more excited than they should have. He rolled up his sleeves slowly and you struggled not to stare. Still, you couldn’t help the way your gaze drifted back to his fingers as you tried to keep your lip from ending up between your teeth.

He took a small hammer and moved in front of you, placing a hand gently on your thigh before tapping just below your knee. Your leg kicked forwards and he smiled. He was just as gentle with the other knee and all you could think about was his touch on your thigh, how you nice his fingertips felt, how badly you wanted to feel them digging into your soft skin…

“Can you take your shirt off?” his voice brought back your mind from its wandering.

“M-My, uh…”

You swore there was a smirk on his lips. “I won’t be able to get down past the neckline to listen to your lungs. Or I can go up from the bottom.”

“Maybe that,” your voice was far more quiet than it should have been as your cheeks started to burn. Dr. Lee slipped his warm hand up under your shirt. You tried to hold in the whimper as his hands brushed past your breast and he pressed the stethoscope to your chest, but you were sure he heard your small sound. His smirk became slightly more evident and his voice much closer to a murmur.

“This must be a warm sweater if you decided you didn’t need a shirt.”

You gave up, catching your bottom lip between your teeth and taking far too shaky breaths.

“I need your breathing to be just a bit steadier. Can you do that for me?”

You let out the smallest “Mhm,” you ever had as you nodded quickly and willed yourself to calm down. He kept the stethoscope on your chest, one finger tracing lazily over your skin in a way that you were sure had your heart skipping. Your breathing only calmed slightly before he decided he had heard enough.

Dr. Lee took off the stethoscope before bringing his fingers to your lips. “Can you say ‘ah’ for me?”

You had decided he was just set on torturing you now, his words and heated gaze sending another shiver of arousal down your spine. His fingers moved to your chin as he was done, signalling for you to close your mouth before he tilted your head up. He brought his fingers to the sides of your neck, pressing them in lightly before moving upward and repeating the motion. You only let your eyes flicker to his face for a moment, barely daring to take in the hunger growing in his eyes before you looked up at the ceiling again.

He drew your head back done, your chin following his fingers. He caught your gaze, much closer than he needed to be now. His fingers pressed into the base of your neck before he tore his eyes away, looking at his watch intently. You couldn’t quite read his express but he pulled away so easily after humming to himself, the tension seeming to dissipate, leaving your head spinning.

“I-Is that it?” you wanted to kick yourself for sounding as desperate as you were.

A hint of a smirk returned to his lips. “For the physical exam, yes. Take off that sweater for me and lie down, won’t you?”

You couldn’t hold back the slight whine that escaped your lips, though you quickly complied with his instructions. He moved back towards you, rolling the machine closer, a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes.

“A physical can of course include a pelvic exam,” you swore he only paused to take in the way your thighs clenched subtly. “But I already know everything is working there.”

The shift in his tone alone sent a thrill of arousal through your body, nevermind his words. Your eyes shifted to watch him as he untangled the wires as if he’d said nothing out of the ordinary. You wondered if he was toying with you. Maybe this time he really wouldn’t do anything other than make you squirm. He could just let you think something was going to happen and then do nothing at all.

“We don’t need quite so many leads this time,” he mused, “we’re just going to try a different configuration, but the test will run a little longer.”

You tried and failed to keep your breathing calm as his fingers moved along your skin, placing the electrodes on your skin just below bra. You squeezed your hands around the edge of the bed as he finished and started the machine. He seemed to think for a moment before rolling it towards the foot of the bed, moving around it to stand beside you. You watched as his expression shifted as he slowly drank in your appearance, up your legs and over your chest until his gaze met yours, like a hungry man finally about to have his meal.

You let out a small whimper that refused to stay in your throat and shifted your hips a little. A smirk filled with all of the haughtiness his demeanor had been hiding crossed his lips.

“Your desperation is precious, darling,” his voice was velvet smooth as he finally trailed a finger up your leg. You were incredibly quick to spread your legs and he laughed.

“You just can’t wait for me to touch you, can you?”

“N-No,” you breathed. “Please-”

“Have patience, darling, and you’ll get what you want.”

He let his fingers trail over your inner thighs, just out of reach of your already sensitive core. They traced along the edges of your panties before dragging lightly over the lacy fabric, another smirk curling his lips. He didn’t make a comment right away, instead trailing his hand up, flipping up your skirt in the process, and bringing it to your breast. He started to knead it far more roughly than you expected, eliciting a gasp from you. He leaned in at the same time, his lips brushing against your ear.

“And I thought you were naughty before, darling. But buying brand new lingerie just for your appointment?” He dragged his nails down your stomach. “Now that’s something else.”

Your head spun far too fast for you to fully keep up with his words as his hand trailed over your panties again. You gasped as he slipped his fingers into your panties. He dragged his finger through your slick folds slowly before pressing two fingers against your clit and rubbing quick, smooth circles.

“I don’t really need to tease you, do I darling?” he murmured. “You’re already drenched for me.”

You whimpered as you gripped onto the bed, following the movement of his fingers with your hips. As desperately as you wanted his fingers inside of you this alone was working you up so quickly. Small moans and whimpers escaped your lips and you felt him nip at your ear as he suddenly moved his fingers faster.

“You can do better than that, darling,” he purred. “I want to hear all of the sounds from those pretty lips of yours. You don’t really think I’ll let you cum if you don’t, do you?”

A gasp fell from your lips at the quickening of his pace and and you rocked your hips against his hand, wanting more. Your sounds still came out quietly, somehow, knowing he was listening for them, wanting them, made you all the more flustered. You found yourself catching your bottom lip between your teeth instead, only small whimpers getting past.

“Let’s see if we can’t get more of those gorgeous sounds,” he murmured as his fingers slipped lower to tease your entrance. “This test won’t work properly unless you’ve completely lost yourself in it, and how will I know if I don’t hear your delectable moans, darling?”

He pressed two fingers into your heat, the motion smooth but sudden. Your lips fell open in a moan as you arched off the bed at the feeling. His fingers were just as skilled and calculated as the last time as they curled into you, but more knowledgeable now, finding your sweet spot within seconds. His lips pressed kisses to your neck before finding your ear again.

“That’s much better, darling,” he purred. “I knew just my fingers could draw the most delicious sounds from you.”

Your legs started to tremble as he moved his fingers into you faster. Your hips chased every sensation, every euphoric lick of pleasure that coursed through you from the curling and thrusting of his fingers. His thumb brushed past your clit quickly, drawing a wanton moan from your lips and a low chuckle from his.

“So desperate to cum already? It seems like I’ve barely started,” he teased. You let out a whimper between moans at his words as they made you dizzier than anything.

“But we both know you have a dirty little mind, don’t you?” he mused. “Have I been on your mind for weeks now? Have you been looking forward to this moment, darling? I’ll bet just the thought of it had you dripping.” You gasped as the movements of his fingers became rougher, a slight growl starting to seep into his voice. “But I doubt your fingers feel quite as good as mine do.”

Your moans and cries came loudly as you ground into his hand, desperate for the friction to return to your clit, for another pass of his thumb. But it was clear he wasn’t done toying with you yet.

“Tell me, darling, what parts of me did you think about? Was your mind so innocent as to only focus on my fingers?” You managed to shake your head, though you couldn’t get much of an answer out beyond your moans, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“It’s a wonder how quickly I’ve reduced you to a mess, darling,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your clit again, making you chase the sensation. “But what thoughts have been curling in your mind? I don’t doubt that you don’t feel quite as filled as you want to be. How often, I wonder, has you mind drifted to thoughts of being satisfied by my cock?” You clenched around him as his words seeped into your mind, you body now desperate for the release he was holding at bay. They were moving just a little too slow now, edging and driving you crazy.

“Though I already knew you enjoyed that idea. But, now I can’t help but think about your taste, darling. About the sight of your back arching at the feeling of my tongue teasing you, the feeling of your thighs clenching around my head, the taste of you cumming on my tongue.”

“Please, sir,” the words left your lips before you truly registered, though Dr. Lee’s fingers froze. Your breathing was heavy as you waited, tension hanging in the air. He curled his fingers very slowly, drawing a whine from your lips.

“Say that again, darling,” his voice was low and much rougher with a clear growl now that along had you clenching.

“”P-Please, please eat me out, sir.”

Dr. Lee was quick to pull his fingers from your heat and bring them to his lips. He held you gaze until he sucked them into his mouth. You heard the groan muffled by his fingers as he let his eyes close, pupils nearly rolling back into his head at the taste.

When he opened them again his gaze was much darker, he pulled his fingers from his mouth slowly, holding your gaze and earning a whine from you. You watched as he made his way to the foot of the bed, setting himself on a stool, his eyes grazed over the machine before he hit a few buttons and shifted his gaze back to you.

“Oh dear, it appears we’ll have to start again.” He smirked. “I hope you don’t mind.”

A sudden gasp left your lips as he gripped your thighs and pulled you towards him roughly. He pulled your panties off in a swift movement before throwing your legs over his shoulders. He pressed his lips to your skin on inner thigh, just above your thigh high and paused for a moment, before breathing in deeply.

“You really are a little minx, darling,” he purred, though his voice was rougher than he intended.

He gave you another sharp tug that pulled you close to his face, another gasp escaping your lips. He gripped your thighs tightly, fingers digging into soft flesh as he finally leg his tongue drag through your folds, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

“And I was going to keep teasing you, darling,” he groaned, is composure slipping away faster by the second. “But you’ve got me ensnared. I really don’t think resist you.”

He eyes slid shut as he dragged his tongue through your folds again, before bringing his tongue to your clit. His fingers gripped you more tightly and a wanton moan fell from your lips as his tongue started to move in quick motions over the sensitive bud. Your hips squirmed in his strong grip as he experimented with different motions until he flicked past just right and your back arched off the bed.

You panted between moans and your hand flew to his head. Your fingers tangled into his hair that was just as soft and luscious as you’d imagined. You tugged lightly as your thighs started to tremble and felt the vibrations from his growl against your clit in response. Every movement of his tongue sent another tendril of pleasure curling around the tight coil in the pit of your stomach as he drew you closer and closer to your release that had already evaded you once.

“S-S-” you struggled to find the words, tightening your grip in his hair even more. “S-Sir, please, I-I-” your words were replaced with a moan as he sucked your clit harshly between his lips, still teasing it with quick movements of his tongue.

You cried out, arching off the bed as you finally came. Your thighs shook and squeezed around his head as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure coursed through your body. His strong grip kept your hips down as he continued his ministrations against your sensitive bud, playing with you to his heart’s content. Even as you started to come down from your high his tongue still teased you, fingers only digging further into your thighs.

“F-Fuck, sir, p-please,” you tried to twist your hips away, weakly tugging at his hair. You felt his low chuckle vibrate through your core, only overstimulating you more.

“Did you really think I was done, darling?”

Despite how sensitive and tired you were, you still felt yourself clenching at his words. Were you really about to refuse another orgasm from him?

No, no you weren’t.

“N-No, sir,” your voice was shaky as you spoke. You just managed to look down at him and the sight of him, eyes dark and full of lust, hair a mess between your fingers, and chin slick with your arousal only made you moan, turning you on all the more.

A smirk graced his lips as he held your gaze, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your inner thigh. “That’s what I thought, darling. Now relax for me, you do want better results this time, right?”

He didn’t give you time to answer as sucked your clit between his lips again. You fell back to the bed, shaky breaths and moans falling from your lips as he dragged his tongue lower. He teased your entrance, dipping his tongue in just enough to give you a small taste of the sensation. He kept it up, his gaze intense as he watched your reaction until your hips were chasing the feeling.

“And I thought you were tired, darling,” he teased. “But then again, you’re always so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you moaned, your words falling off as he plunged his tongue into your core. His hands held your hips down as he curled and thrust his tongue into you, searching for your sweet spot. His movements were much like that of his fingers, calculated and almost calm, though there was an underlying hunger, and impatience as he made you come further and further undone.

You moaned out as he passed by a particularly good spot inside of you, trying to buck your hips as he grinned against you. He moved one arm to press down over your hips, keeping them perfectly still as he repeated the motion. He drew moan after wanton moan from your lips as your toes started to curl from the feeling.

The ministrations of his tongue sent waves of pleasure curling and rushing through your body. Your mind was drowning, focused only on the feeling of his tongue as your orgasm built more and more by the second. You gripped the bed every tighter and pressed his face in as much as you could, earning a growl that sent delicious vibrations through you. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening, bringing you so close.

“F-Fuck, sir, I-I- please.”

Dr. Lee hummed against you, his tongue moving only slightly faster and brushing your sweet spot with a little more force. Even though you knew he already knew what you wanted the intention of his hum was clear.

Use your words.

“P-Please, sir, y-you fingers,” you gasped. “P-Please I-I need th-them, I n-need to c-cum, please, sir.”

A much louder growl vibrated against your core. The fingers Dr. Lee had on your thigh dug in deeper and he moved the hand on your hips until his thumb was pressed to your clit. He started to rub, quickly and roughly. He moved his tongue into you as quickly as could, curling against your sweet spot.

Your hand tightened into a fist in his hair and your thighs clamped tightly around his head as you came on his tongue. Waves of pure ecstasy crashed over your body as you arched off the bed, nearly screaming was the force of your release wracked your body, stars bursting behind your eyelids and every inch of you shaking.

Panting took over moans was you started to come down from your high, his tongue lapping up every last bit of your release greedily. You whimpered, your mind searching for words as it spun dizzyingly. You were sure he was planning on contuniting when the machine next to him let out a loud beep.

Dr. Lee looked almost annoyed as he pulled away. As you caught your breath he stood slowly, keeping your hips at the edge of the bed. He leaned over you just a bit, pressing hard length, tight in his pants to your sensitive core and earning a moan from you as heat rose in your cheeks.

“Do you feel that, darling? Do you feel what you’ve done to me. I-”

A knock at the door caught his and your attention. You worried for a moment that someone was about to inquire about your screaming, realizing the room probably wasn’t soundproof. Dr. Lee glanced at you for a moment before helping you further back onto the bed, then grabbing his lab coat. He pulled it closed around himself before heading to the door. You flipped your skirt down quickly and grabbed your sweater, covering your chest just before he opened the door.

You had to wonder if this place was full of ridiculously good looking doctors as you took in the attractive man in the doorway. His features were just as handsome as Dr. Lee, tan skin and equally perfect hair, he was already sprouting fantasies in your head. The two spoke quietly and you almost missed Dr. Lee’s face as he glanced back at you, just catching the hint of a smirk on his lips before he turned his attention back to the other doctor. He smoothed his hair quickly before calling to you.

“I’m terribly sorry, but something’s come up,” his voice was back to it’s usual sunny yet professional tone. “The nurse will be in in a few moments to undo the electrodes. And don’t forget to book your follow up in a few weeks.”

He sent you one last sunny smile before following the other doctor down the hallway, leaving you dazed in his wake, his words eventually sinking in as you scrambled to find your panties before the nurse came in.

#Seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #Svt #svt smut #svt imagines #happy birthday ellie #dk #dk smut #dk imagines #dokyeom #dokyeom smut #dokyeom imagines #seokmin #seokmin smut #lee seokmin #seokmin imagines #doctor!seokmin

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randomoranges · 4 years ago

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the exciting end to the trilogy of étienne meets kate in canon!

title inspired by a book by michel tremblay

A Thing of Beauty

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Edward takes a deep breath and tries to steady his nerves. He shakes out his hands and looks at the display of cosmetics before him. His hands tremble a little as they gloss over each tube and each jar, until he grips the edge of his vanity and tries to steady himself.

He’s finally going to do it.

After literal years, now is the right time for Kate to meet Étienne. After trying to find the right time, this is it.

He takes another breath as he starts with his makeover, finding comfort in the repetitive and familiar routine. He’s done this hundreds of times and could do it with his eyes closed, if needed. He’s not going for the full getup – doesn’t need to, really, not when there aren’t any plans to go out, or any performances to attend. He’s chosen today on purpose for this knowing that it’s going to be a lot. It’s convenient, for Calvin isn’t here with them, and so they can go through this emotional ordeal without having to worry about Calvin feeling left out. Therefore, they have the entire afternoon and evening to process, talk it over and – bridge over the very last hurdle of their less than stellar past.

Of course, Étienne has seen Kate – has been coming to a few performances now when he’s in town and it’s been amazing, really, having both his and Calvin’s support. Étienne’s shown his own interest, has asked him about the process, has provided him with praise and comments about the shows he’s attended, and when he can’t attend, he always calls to wish him good luck, sends him a text closer to the start of the show, has Calvin pick up flowers from him and they talk over the performance the following day.

It’s – so much more than he’s ever thought he’d ever have, to be honest, and it’s so much better than what he ever thought it could be.

But – Kate and Étienne have not yet met. It had been too soon, before and then there hadn’t been time. Edward knows that they can’t rush this – that this is a monumental step and so he goes through his motions, changes into his carefully chosen clothes and proceeds with his transformation.

He’s chosen a simple knee length skirt, one of his favourites, in a beautiful shade of navy that glimmers in the light with a gorgeous top that brings the outfit together. There’s a brooch Calvin got him some Christmases ago that he’ll pin to Kate’s chest for moral support and even his shoes have been carefully lain out.

“Come on, this will be easy,” He tells himself in the mirror as he applies rouge to his lips. He knows it’ll be easy – should be easy – after all, Étienne doesn’t hate him. He’s still here, he asks about his performances and about Kate and they’re better now – him and Edward. They’re even more than better.

However, there’s still an echo of a previous conversation that runs through his mind as he stares at himself in the mirror. If he wallows hard enough, he still feels the bitter tang of shame and regret on his tongue – anger and frustration. Words slapped across his face in the heat of an argument. They no longer sting. They’ve spoken about even this and they’ve both apologised – for what they’ve said. The hurt they’ve caused one another. But, it’s still there, in the darkest corners of his mind, if he thinks hard about it and allows himself to replay the arguments.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” Étienne tells him. “How is it that you can suck anonymous cocks in a park, that you can fuck a guy in some back alley, that you can apparently, wear fucking drag and perform in it – but heaven forbid – heaven forbid you’d be seen in broad daylight walking down the street with a guy?!” He seethes and there’s anger in Étienne’s eyes. Anger and frustration. And these arguments have been – happening more as of late. Whenever it is that the discussions turns a little more serious and – Edward’s growing tired of it.

It’s not that easy. He’s not Étienne. He doesn’t get to simply be. It’s a miracle he allows himself this much – dares to be this much. Étienne, of all people, should understand. He’d hoped that Étienne, of all people, would understand. But his friend had not been understanding. Had been angry. Had called him out every single time.

“You’re a coward, is what you are. Nothing but a coward! You’d rather let – everyone stomp all over you, instead of standing up for yourself. It’s as if you’re ashamed! There is no fucking shame, Edward. You can’t even come out! It’s been years! You keep saying you’re going to do it and every goddamned time there’s an excuse! How fucking hard is it to look at them dead in the eye and say hey, assholes, I’m gay?! Is it that bad? Are you really that disgusted with yourself? With us? With all those men you’ve fucked?! What the fuck does that even say about yourself?!”

He’s not proud of those exchanges – wasn’t then and isn’t now. For years after, the words had come back to haunt him – to remind him of his short fallings as well as Étienne’s and – it’s a good thing they’ve smoothed things out. That Étienne, surprisingly, had breached the subject, one day, unprompted as he often is when he dregs up something from their common past and that they’d properly apologised for what they’d said – what they’d done.

It hadn’t been easy, but it had been important. Necessary for them to grow from it. For their relationship to prosper.

“We can’t all have it easy like you, Christ! We can’t all just spread our legs when we feel like it and not fear for the consequences!” He knows he’s playing on thin ice, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t care. Étienne doesn’t understand. And he wants him to hurt. He wants to hurt him with his words. Make him feel a fraction of what it is that he feels day in and day out. Wants Étienne to hate himself just a little bit. Just like Edward hates himself. “You have no idea – you can’t even begin to understand what I feel. You’re too self-centered and self-absorbed! You think the entire fucking world revolves around you but it doesn’t! It never has! And it never will! You think you’re so great, but the truth is – the truth is you’re as much of a coward as I am and on top of that, you’re stuck in the goddamned past. So you know what, before you call me out on my bullshit – before you throw your authenticity rhetoric in my face, maybe you should take a fucking look in the mirror!”

Kate takes another deep breath and grounds herself in the present moment. Those incidents are a thing of the past and no longer fester or plague her with doubt. When she opens her eyes, she looks at the mirror and smiles. She carefully works at her eyes, applying mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow, but not in that order. She’s coming together rather nicely and the process helps clear her mind to focus on this little meeting.

She’s excited, really, even if a little nervous. She can easily perform in front of hundreds of people, but the thought of this little private exchange has her on edge a little, but she’s excited – to finally properly meet Étienne. To sit next to him and have a heart to heart chat. To give them both a chance. A real one.

There’s the accessories that come afterwards; the earrings she’s had now for years, the brooch that she touches for comfort and reassurance, the chain and pendant around her neck; nothing too ostentatious, but delicate yet noticeable. She wants to make a good first impression; there will be time for the bold and bright later. This is less about her and more about them.

Once she deems herself ready, she gives herself one last one over in the mirror. The scent of the perfume she sprayed on earlier comforts her, a nice delicate touch she thinks Étienne will like and as she fixes an imaginary crease in her skirt, she hopes that this will go smoothly – that they will grow from this as well.

Étienne lounges in the living room, waiting for his boyfriend. They’re back from their date and Edward told him he would be just a second, wanting to freshen up, so Étienne takes to the living room and sits with Mercury nestled close by. He’s busy scrolling on his phone, looking at the myriad of photos he took before, when he hears a soft cough from somewhere behind him.

He leans back to see if Edward needs anything, but then immediately straightens out when he notices that it’s not his boyfriend who’s standing there.

That it’s Kate.

Étienne nearly trips over himself as he struggles to get up without disturbing Mercury. He’s – been waiting for this day – for this chance to speak with Kate, but he hadn’t expected it would be today – right now. They’d talked about the possibility, sure, but there had never been an official date set out. Étienne never really pushed it and Edward left it at that. He fumbles to right himself and tries to get his hair into place and to make sure his blouse isn’t too wrinkly. Kate deserves to see him at his best – to officially meet him at his best. He will not do with wrinkled clothes or wayward curls.

“Kate,” He says in one breath and does his best to steady the beating of his heart. He wipes his hands on his pants, hoping they aren’t clammy and takes in the sight of her.

She’s beautiful, is the first coherent thing he’s able to think. She’s different than when he sees her on stage, but even like this – even this softer version of her is beautiful.

He makes to go up to her, to take a step towards her to – clasp her hands? Hug her? Stand closer? And stops himself, unsure of how to go about this. Her presence is commanding and he doesn’t want to commit a faux pas.

She smiles softly at him and comes ever closer, “It’s good to finally meet you,” She says and Étienne can’t help but smile. It is, really, and he’s happy he gets to do this. To meet with her. That he’s in a timeline where this happens. Where he gets to be lucky and spend time with Edward and with Kate.

“Likewise,” He manages to say, suddenly finding himself tongue tied in front of her. There are so many things he wants to tell her – so many things he’s been rehearsing for this moment and now, it’s here and once more, he struggles to find the right words; his thoughts too big for the words he possesses.

She reaches out for him first and places a soft, if familiar hand, to his face, “Étienne,” She tells him and he leans into the contact for a moment, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be grounded by the familiarity of the hand on his face.

“You look lovely,” He settles for, because it’s true and Kate deserves to be told nice things. Deserves to know what it is he thinks of her. It’s worth it when her cheeks colour a lovely shade of pink and for some reason, it puts him a little bit more at ease.

“Maybe we should sit?” She offers and he nods, following her back to the couch. Mercury barely lifts her head when they get to the couch and Étienne has to gently nudge her so that they can both sit and she resettles on Étienne’s lap, if a little disgruntled by the interruption in her nap.

“You know,” He starts with a nervous laugh as he makes to reach for her hand but then stops, unsure whether or not she’d like that. He picks at his pants instead and tries to keep his nervous energy at bay, even if he feels a twitch in his foot, “There’s so much I want to tell you – and, I don’t know where to start,” He finally admits, “Isn’t that weird?”

Kate tentatively reaches for his hand and he lets out a breath as he clings to it, glad for this. This, he can do.

“It’s not weird,” She reassures him, “But why don’t you try with the first thing that comes to your mind? It doesn’t matter if you say the things out of order – or if you don’t say them all today; there’ll be other times, I’m sure.”

She’s right, Étienne knows. This isn’t a onetime only chance, but he feels as though he’s already waited so long – that Kate hasn’t heard these things from him ever, that it needs to be done now. All of it. Therefore, he takes a deep and shuddering breath and tries to ground himself before going for it.

“Well, for starters, I wanted to – apologise to you directly. For the way I acted – before. The things I said. You deserved none of that.” Kate doesn’t let go of his hand and instead gives it an encouraging squeeze. Étienne lets out a shaky breath but twines their hands together, finding comfort in the gesture and the weight of her hand over his. “I know it happened ages ago and I know I’ve spoken about it with Edward and he forgave me, but I wanted – I needed to tell you as well, that I’m sorry.”

Étienne spares her a glance and she offers him a kind smile. He feels emboldened by it and it gives him courage to go on, “I know my words and my actions from before hurt you indirectly, but you’re –amazing – your existence is valid. You are allowed to be – you’re here for all the right reasons and that’s stupendous. I’m so glad that you’re here – that through all these years you’ve made it to this point. I’m proud of you, truly, really and I hope that we can get to know one another, with time. That we can get it right this time around.”

He’s a little concerned when he sees tears gather at the corner of Kate’s eyes, but she’s quick to wipe them away and assure him that she’s fine. She sits herself closer to him and caresses his cheek once more as she does her best not to come apart at hearing words she’d longed to hear for so long. But she’s heard them now and they are like a balm to her. “Sweetheart...” She tries to say, but there are too many different emotions swimming in her head for her to properly form coherent sentences.

She knew, obviously, about all of this, but it was one thing knowing and another finally hearing it in person. It was as if Étienne’s words had reached some part of her soul from all those years ago that had still been left a little raw and a little hurt from their multiple disputes and now – now it could finally properly heal once and for all.

Étienne tentatively opens up his arms to offer her a hug and she goes ever so willingly. She lets herself be held as she tries to gather herself back up, but she needs a moment first to process what it is that’s happening and to live these waves of joy and relief that course through her body. Luckily, Étienne is patient and holds her in his arms. He rubs her back and she’s even convinced that he kisses the top of her heard, but she’s not entirely sure. Still, it’s nice and comforting and when she next looks up at him, she finds that she’s not the only one who’s overwhelmed by this.

She leans into him and Étienne cups her face with his hand, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. She closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of him and she wishes this moment would never end.

“I want you to know that you’re worthy of love – that you deserve only good things. That I’m on your side, always, that I respect you. I’ve never been nor will I ever be ashamed of you.” He tells her and this is what he’s been trying to tell her – for all these years and now that it’s done – now that she knows, Étienne feels as though he’s mended every one of his mistakes from before. That they can properly put to rest the last of their squabbles. That they can grow from here.

Kate struggles to find the appropriate words to express exactly how it is she feels, but she settles for a bright smile before she kisses Étienne’s cheek. It leaves a red lipstick stain on his skin, but neither of them seems to mind. They hold each other close for a long time, breathing together – connecting – and give themselves the opportunity to process this. Finally, after so many years, after so many setbacks, it feels as though another new chapter can begin.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #pc: kk the supreme #kk the magnificent #étienne maisonneuve #edward murphy #fic #projocanondoko

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gotmetalkinginmysleep · 5 years ago

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Imagine if you’d had a super hard day at work and then you got home (finally) and the complete dick who lives next door gives you shit about your apartments noise levels and when you told your bf Namjoon about it he responded by picking you bodily up, carrying you to the wall closest to the next door neighbours apartment and then proceeded to fuck you AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE against it.

OMG Edie… How did you know I needed this?

Readers: This contains SMUT and it’s a request from Edie, so I’m not going to be gentle.

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Your day has been shitty. Not only did you need to travel across the city on a crammed underground train, but some jerk spilt coffee down your blouse meaning you had to wear your gym top underneath your blazer all day. Your day ended with you being the only one in the office but at least it meant the train wasn’t packed for your route home. As it was late you decided to stop by the local takeout place, grabbing some noodles for you and Joon.

Joon decided to work from home for a few days, and although he was pretty helpful when it came to things around the house, he would get so in the zone in his studio that he’d forget to eat. Something you’d learned since moving into his apartment.

As the lift opened to your floor, you found a face you really didn’t want to see today. Your neighbour. He had a habit of complaining about noise in the apartment, saying you were stomping around when in fact your shoes get left at the door. A month ago the complaints about noise had become so bad Joon had the studio and bedrooms soundproofed, for peace of mind.

“Would you mind telling your husband to keep it down?” your neighbour snapped as they entered the lift before you could even leave.

“I’m sorry Mr Lee. I’ll discuss it with him.” you bow in apology as you walk around him hoping that you could avoid continued confrontation. That’s until he blocked the lift door with his hand.

“Sorry isn’t good enough. I thought you had your apartment soundproofed,” he snapped.

“We did Mr Lee,” ensuring you maintained your polite levels when speaking to your elder, “It was installed last month. My Boyfriend wanted it anyway so he could work from home more.” Adding in a nice subtle correction.

“Well, you obviously chose a poor service. I recommend you have it redone. You’re upsetting my plants,” and he releases the door before you could even apologise once more. If the corridor was soundproofed you would’ve screamed, but you just hauled your bags and walked the final few metres to safety and the comfort of your own home.

Kicking off your shoes thankful to remove the heels after a day of rushing around, you hauled your bags to the kitchen before heading upstairs to the mezzanine floor. You gently knocked the door of the studio before opening it, peering in to see Joon with his headphones on. Clearly not making any noise at all in his now soundproof box. You roll your eyes, thinking about your rude neighbour and head to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes suddenly remembering you hadn’t washed any lounge pants.

“Oh fuck it,” you shout, throwing your skirt to the wash basket leaving you in your pants. You throw off your bra to join the skirt as well as your coffee-stained blouse and gym top. You grab the nearest clean tee being one of Joon’s favourites, skimming your thighs as you pull the oversized fabric over your frame. You wash your face to rid of the daily grime before brushing your hair into a top knot and padding back to the studio.

“Food Babe,” you shout around the studio door noticing him beginning to turn in his chair but you didn’t wait for him to respond. You headed back downstairs to dish out food and pack the groceries. You were moving like a demon, obviously frustrated with your day and could not wait to get into the comfort of your bed with an episode or two of Queer Eye.

Joon turns up standing right behind you, watching you stomp around the kitchen as you grab chopsticks and spoons for your ramen take out.

“Would you like a drink Babe?” he asks reaching in the cupboard for glasses.

“Oh, please. Make it strong,” you say desperate for it.

Joon stops reaching for the orange juice carton, your usual drink of an evening and grabs the cranberry instead before heading to the freezer for your Polish Vodka and a handful of ice. He makes you a tall vodka cranberry complete with a straw so you could stir.

“Did I ever tell you how hard it is to watch you walk around in my clothes?” Joon tries to lighten the mood but you just chunter to yourself instead. “Hard day?” he asks as you trade your drink for his food.

“Ugh,” is all you can muster as you slurp down your entire drink finishing it in seconds and heading back to the freezer to make another.

He places the lid back on both your noodles, figuring that food was the last thing on your mind right now.

“What’s up?” he asks, leaning on the counter watching you make your second drink.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you’re placing the carton and vodka back to their homes.

Joon’s watching you. Something is up. You don’t normally clam up like this. He follows you, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling you against his firm chest as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Babe. Tell me please.” Placing a chaste kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder breathing in your perfume. You can feel his semi against your ass but you do know what happens when you wear his clothes. Nothing unusual there.

You let out an audible sigh and he physically feels it as your shoulders lax.

“It’s just been one thing after another today. And then apparently I need to have a word with my ‘Husband’ about the noise.”

Joon groans out loud, eyes rolling and uprighting himself at the thought. He knows what you’re about to say and cuts you off.

“Not again. You must be kidding. We had the studio soundproofed. What more does he want?”

You turn in his arms to look at him, shrugging in the process.

“What can I say? Perhaps these walls are thinner than we thought. Perhaps we should…”

He stops you right here, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips.

“What’s that for?” you look shocked at him, eyes wide from the spontaneity as you pull away from him.

“If he wants something to complain about… let’s make sure he knows my fucking name.”

Joon returns his soft plump lips to yours, almost hungrier than before as his hold pulls you closer to his body. The atmosphere quickly filling you with excitement as you reach up to him, your neck exposed as he presses kisses to the sensitive spots filling you with pleasure as your frustration fuels you. You grab his hat and launch it across the room, pulling up his oversized hoodie to encourage him to remove it.

He pulls it off in one clean sweep dropping it to the floor as he starts backing you up to the wall. His white tee clinging to all the right places making his chest look broad and his hair tousled. He brushes his hand through his locks to straighten it out.

“Hey, Siri. Play ‘Or Nah’ by Ty Dolla $ign,” he shouts across the room to the Homepod.

“Hey, Siri. Repeat this track” he commands as it begins to play. He’s staring you down now like you’re his prey. Your back hits the wall and you’re pooling with how intense Joon’s become so quickly.

He throws you his quirked eyebrow rise while biting his cheek before he grasps your thighs, throwing a leg over each forearm as he hoists you up to his height. He presses against you, rubbing against your black underwear soaking it by the second.

He leans into you, lips gently gracing your neck as he works your pulse. Turning his head slightly he shouts one more command.

“Hey, Siri. Volume 50%.”

The bass begins to reverberate through the apartment and you can feel every vibration through the wall. He turns back to you, issuing instructions into your ear.

“Babe. I need you to be loud. Think you can do that?” You nod at him, bottom lip between your teeth thanks to the pleasurable friction his clothed hard-on is rolling against your folds already. Your eyes closed, listening to every word and vibration.

“Good girl,” he breathes as he bites down on to your neck, marking you in a purple hue.

“Ah fuck,” You groan as he continues to mark your neck.

“Louder than that baby,” he all he says between each bite, making a trail along your skin.

You remove him from his shorts, after your frustrating day you’re tired of having to wait. Taking him in your hand as you spit in the other, sliding your wet palm over the tip before gripping and sliding down his length. Joon begins to breathe heavier with every pump of your hand, pre-cum oozing from the tip as it collects on your thumb. You pull your briefs to the side as you angle him to your entrance, smearing the precum all over your glistening folds.

“You’re eager Babygirl,” he coos.

“FUCK ME ALREADY,” you pretty much shout it at him making it heard over the music.

Without even waiting for you to prepare he drops you onto him, right down to the hilt.

“Fuck Joon,” you groan, head slammed against the wall as you adjust.

“Louder,” he growls in your ear as he starts to grind against your hips tantalisingly. The music track starting again as Joon follows it’s rhythm.

You begin to whimper, moan and whine with every movement he submits you to. His breathing heavy and ragged. Sweat on his brow from the heat between you as you’re grasping at him, nails digging into his back through his tee.

“You feel so good babe,” He starts to encourage you to talk again, “But I need to switch positions.”

He lowers you to the floor and you’re groaning at the loss as he withdraws. He spins you around angling your back with a press of his large palm stroking slowly from your shoulder to your ass. Your arms supporting yourself on the wall as you lean against it, pushing your ass up into the air.

He follows his hand crouching behind you as you’re bent over, legs spread and panties still pulled to the side. You see him toying with your folds, his long digits circling over your clit as he watches your face from between your legs. Your breathing is ragged, ready to for him to be inside you once more but he teases you by dipping his fingers in and back to your clit, spreading your arousal around your sex. Your mouth drops open, seeking air with every rotation of your clit. Your eyes close as a familiar ache returns in your stomach, a tightening as he continues to play with your sensitivity.

“Joon,” you mewl.

“Louder,” he responds as he takes one fat lick across your folds from clit to entrance.

“Joon,” you cry.

A slap lands on your ass cheek as he instructs, “Louder,” making you shriek out, “JOON!”

“That’s more like it,” he says as he stands once more, swiping his cock at your entrance before thrusting into you.

“OH MY GOD,” you scream. Having Joon take you from behind was always an overwhelming experience as his tall angle would always hit just the right spot.

“That’s a bit extreme babe,” he chortles, “Joon will do.”

“DADDY FUCK,” you cry as he begins pounding into you, his fingers still circling your clit.

He growls from behind, “FUCK BABYGIRL. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME DADDY.” He shouts it to encourage your screaming. The track staring once again.

He becomes relentless, not even teasing you with his movements. His other palm resting against the wall as he deepens into you. Thrusting so hard you try to protect your head from hitting the wall. His cock pressing your bundle of nerves with every push forward, while he continues to wind your clit with his fingers. Your insides tightening with every thrust and rotation bringing you closer to your high. His cheeks are sucked in as he watches where you’re joined. His cock getting drenched in your arousal with every snap of his hips.

“JOON. SHHHit..” you lose your trail of thought as the feeling of your nearing orgasm begins to show. Throbbing deep inside as you feel the excitement gathering in your lower stomach.

“YES BABY?” He shouts over the music. Bringing you back into the room.

“I’M GONNA CUM. FUUUU…” your body so tight it needs the release. The tension is so tight that it begins to burn.

“GOOD. CUM ON MY COCK.” He shouts over the music, making sure he’s heard through the floor and walls. “CUM FOR DADDY”.

Just like he commanded it from your body, your insides snap throwing you into orgasm, but before you do briefly remember the task at hand. As your body fills with pleasure, sending you shivering, you cry out at the top of your voice.

“KIM NAMJOON!” Making sure to scream his full name for your nosey neighbours.

“FUCK,” he groans loudly behind you as he feels you milking him for all he’s worth. Your walls spasming around him as he spills into you. Fucking you both through your mutual orgasms before shivers flow down his spine, shaking off the pleasure to bring you back to reality.

“Siri, Stop,” he shouts over to the Homepod. As the music stops he covers you back over with his tee you’re wearing and puts himself back inside his shorts, immediately hearing a thudding at your door. You rise into Joon’s arms pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you both burst into fits of laughter.

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Healthy Coping, PT. 1 – Sensory Hypersensitivity

So, I decided to make a series that focuses on different issues that give me a hard time, and I'll give you a detailed account on the techniques, tools and distractions I use to get through the tough times.

I'm planning to go through the following subjects:

Sensory hypersensitivity

Depression

Sleeping problems

Eating problems

Anxiety in various situations

Communication + Social troubles

DID related issues

These are the ones I could think of now, but there might be more coming, if there is something I forgot.

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Part 1: Sensory Hypersensitivity

I have a lot of sensitivities, and while some of them are relatively easy to ignore, others make my life quite difficult/unpleasant. Since I grew up undiagnosed, and thus having to "pass for normal", I built myself a plethora of useful little tricks to survive when the world gets too much. Here they are, I hope you can find some that might help you!

Tactile toys: I have a ridiculously large array of toys I can interact with by touching them. I use clay, slimes, squishes and just different objects I like the texture of. I collect these small items and I keep them at strategic places so I can always have one at hand. How I use them: whenever I feel overwhelmed or just need to self-soothe, I find the texture my hands are craving at the moment and I squeeze/rub/hold them, I close my eyes and focus all my attention on the object I'm holding and the feeling it gives my fingers. This is working great for me because the feeling distracts me from the source of my distress, and the rhythmical movement helps me discharge the tension built up by the distressing situation. My favourite one: I have a little narwhal that has a slow-rising quishy inside covered in a super soft plush surface material. It's the perfect sensory toy for me because it's small, so I can have it with me when I'm out and about, it's pleasant to the touch, and I can give this guy a hard squeeze when I'm anxious, and bask in the joy of it slowly rising back to its original shape.

Noise cancelling headphones/true wireless earbuds: a friend of mine gave me a pair of great active noise cancelling headphones and it turned out to be a life-saver. Sometimes I don't even listen to music, I just have them on to block out the outside world. The only downside of those is that they are huge and bulky, so sneaking around with them is not an option. That's why I got myself a pair of true wireless earbuds. While these don't have ANC, their shape and snug fit makes for a great noise cancelling effect, and they are tiny, so I can have them discreetly on when I'm in a situation I have to get rid of the sounds around me (just the noise level of a store can easily overwhelm me), but it would be considered rude to be wearing headphones, or I can't have them with me for some other reason. They are also practical from a size point of view, since I can have them and their little charging pod in my pockets at all times. How I use them: I usually wear the headphones at home and the earbuds when I'm out and about. I also use a single earbud for sleeping, if I can't listen to my sleep sounds out loud. They are great for music, nature sounds or podcasts, and I can listen on them at a high volume as well, because they don't leak sound, so I'm not disturbing others with them. My favourite one: it's hard to tell, but I tend to use the earbuds more often, because wearing headphones gives me a headache after a while (because it's squeezing on my head), so the earbuds are more practical in that sense, although they can't live up to the sound quality of the headphones, so those are definitely better for music.

Fairy lights: Christmas lights are not just for Christmas! One of my favourite methods of creating soft ambient lighting is hanging garlands of fairy lights on my ceiling. One by one these little bulbs aren't intense enough to bother my eyes, but together they actually provide enough light that you can do basically anything by them. How I use them: I actually hooked them up to a switch socket (dunno if it's universal, but in Scandinavia most electrical outlets come with a safety switch, so you can turn off the power when you're not using them), and I just use them instead of a ceiling lamp. I like the warm white coloured ones the most, but it's entirely up to you and your preferences. My favourite one: I have a chain of fake light bulbs with little LED fairy lights inside them, they look absolutely adorable!

Scented items: smelling things is one of my favourite ways to decompress. Not only do smells bring back the strongest/most vivid memories, they are also the perfect reinforcement of pleasant/calming fantasies. I have scented candles, little pillows filled with lavender, different essential oils and perfumes I use in different situations. How I use them: I like to create positive triggers with smells. For example, if I know I'm going to be relaxing in my room, I spray a bit of my favourite scented humidifier in the air, so the room has a distinct smell while I'm doing the comfy/relaxing thing there, and every time I can no longer smell it, I add another puff. I do this consistently every time I am doing the relax routine, so after a while, a link is formed between the smell and the relaxed mood. Once the link is in place, I can use it as a positive trigger to put myself in a relaxed state just by smelling the same smell. My favourite one: lavenders for relaxing and my citrus body spray for a refreshed, happy mood.

"Easy foods": sometimes the reason I cannot eat is because the intensity/complexity of most foods' taste is overwhelming. For these occasions I've tested out some easy foods that I can still eat even when nothing else goes down. They are usually quite bland, but that's kind of the point... How I use them: If I realise I can't eat other food because of its intensity, I mentally go through the list of the simple tastes, trying to imagine myself eating them and hopefully I find one that would work. If I don't, I just drink some water, and then periodically repeat the exercise until I'm hungry enough so I can make myself eat something simple. My favourite one: rice fried with eggs and veggies. Rice and eggs, it doesn't get much simpler than that. It's warm, it's filling, and if you throw some veggies in there, it's also quite healthy. A little salt and pepper, and it's the perfect simple food.

Bonus round – clothing and shoes: if you are anything like me, you might know the total pain of being distracted the whole day because your shoes are a bit too tight or the fabric of your only clean shirt is rubbing painfully on your skin. I grew up thinking that the world was just a mildly, but constantly unpleasant place, and I was already a grown-up when I learnt that shoes and clothes don't have to hurt. Today, I shop with my fingertips, and I only wear stuff I'm actually comfortable in. I've learnt that I'm not obligated to "look good" for society's sake, and built my wardrobe around comfort and practicality. Important things to consider when you're buying new clothes/shoes: Make sure your skin agrees with the fabric, and don't buy stuff that looks good but drives you crazy with its texture. When buying shoes, remember, they have to be comfy in the store. The whole "you have to break them in" thing is bullshit, if they hurt in the store, they'll always hurt, and you don't want to put up with (potentially permanent) foot/leg/back pain for a pair of good-looking shoes.

I hope some of these tips will work for you and make your life easier. Feel free to add your own sensory relief techniques below!

~TP

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