#i sincerely didn't expect ten people to send this in

[delimeful]

Really? You don’t find passive aggressive comments, such as your tags, do be impolite?

And how, exactly, is an ask button (which YOU enabled) that is commonly known to be used for requesting stories on Tumblr from writing pages impolite? Are you new to writing Tumblr? What do you think a majority of writers on Tumblr use that ask button for?

I’ve been a follower for a while but I’m pretty dissapointed tbh.

Anonymous asked: I noticed a reply from @/gstash So let me address that as well. No, of course I don’t expect everything immediately and for free, and I initially requested this story over a year ago. I also spent over $50 being subscribed to Lime’s Patreon specifically for this story, but I had to stop due to low finances. I was just trying to check on when it may be up soon, but I felt the response was rather rude.

(the added slash is mine, i didn't want to inadvertently @ anyone else in this debacle lol)

this is gonna be my final word on the matter because im sick of getting home from work to asks like these. anything else is gonna be deleted. feel free to go ahead and use your actual blog to reply instead of anon if you still feel that strongly about it.

i dont think my tags weren't passive aggressive they were just plain statements. no, i don't think it's impolite to express a boundary irt people asking me for updates. your indignation about this reflects on you, not me.

to clarify, badgering me for updates (verbatim: "Could you please please please post chapter 7") isn't impolite, just irritating. it was the decision to send another ask chiding me for my response that was impolite. kind of a dick move, as most involved in the tumblr writing community know. i genuinely feel sorry for the writers you follow if you genuinely only see their ask boxes as an opportunity to pester them.

i'm disappointed too, anon. i hoped that maybe keeping calm and sincerely explaining myself would be enough to prompt you to respond with empathy in kind, but instead you doubled down.

it seems like there's been a misunderstanding in regards to my patreon; there is no tier that ensures a specific chapter of a fic is updated within a specific time frame. that would be a commission, which is explicitly listed as a reward for my $30 tier, because those take a lot more time + energy for me.

my $12 patreon tier offers early access to my writing, and the ability to request future chapters be moved up on my to-do list, through polls + priority continuation requests. i can't guarantee any specific chapter update in a month, and i'll explain why.

currently, i have over 50 total WIP fics being worked on. each month, i get around 25 chapter update requests. even assuming that each chapter is 2k, my usual minimum chapter length, i would have to write 50,000 words every single month. if i had the capability for that kind of regular output, i would be churning out books like stephen king instead of constantly struggling for my usual monthly 10-15k like a chump lol.

in essence, don't subscribe to my patreon for a specific story unless you know the next chapter for it is already up there. which it is, because i eventually got to your request. and it'll eventually be up on the blog for free. and during the months you spent subscribed to my patreon, you received at minimum tens of thousands of words of content.

finally, an earnest request: please stop acting like twelve dollars is an exorbitant fee when i'm literally making pennies per word written. like, i could have worked a single 8 hour shift at mcdonalds in texas for minimum wage instead and i would have ended up with $8 more than you paid me for four months of many hours of dedicated work.

(not even a joke: 7.25 x 8 = 58.)

in conclusion, i am a human person with feelings, just like every other writer on this site. please take a moment to remember that when sending asks in the future

[pinkcherrybombs]

Confessions

Summary: Office Au- "Since we're about to die, I need you to know, I've always loved you, Jungkook."

♡Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

♡Work Count: 642

♡TW: Mentions potential death/bomb threat (nobody dies), Angst, some fluff briefly, mentions of potential unrequited love.

(A/N;I wrote this while I was half asleep at 3:00am so I apologize in advance if this makes no sense at all, in my current sleepy brain it does lmao. Also sorry it's short <3 Love you all! )

(masterlist) (part 2)

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"Since we're about to die, I need you to know, I've always loved you, Jungkook."

The words slip out in haste as your gaze remains locked to the floor. You're beyond terrified to even glance at his reaction. Which is almost impossible not to, considering how tightly both of you are packed into the closet. Seconds turn into minutes as the space fills with a suffocating silence, neither of you daring to speak.

You didn't expect him to say it back; after all, if he did feel the same way about you, he would've already said so. That's just the type of person he is and always has been. Jungkook was never the type to shy away from his feelings, not from management, not from clients, especially not from you, his best friend of ten years. But, you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite, choosing to keep your feelings locked away, hidden from the world and only expressed to yourself in your most vulnerable state. This is why it's so shocking to you that you're now suddenly expressing these emotions to him out of nowhere. Yes, eventually, you planned on telling him. Normally picturing it as drunken confession at some holiday office party, or maybe even a whispered secret before retiring but never like this. Never did you imagine your admission would come out as you both were pressed chest to chest in a stuffy closet. Waiting for a supposed bomb planted in your company building to go off and kill you both at any minute.

Feeling a light squeeze on your hand, you finally lift your gaze only to be met with a comforting smile as he mutters the words, "I love you, too."

Opening your mouth to respond, the words don't come out. Instead, a radiating smile curls on your lips, filling the room as your heart flutters in your chest. Those four simple words send shockwaves throughout your entire body, and for a moment, you forget where you are. Only focusing on the fact that he actually loves you back, Jungkook, the man of your dreams, the man who's as easy to love as breathing, actually loves you back. At that moment, you can't even be upset that you're going to die in mere minutes. Because like all the Shakespeare poems you used to adore in high school, you'll be parting with the one you love, the one which you finally know loves you back.

"We sincerely apologize for the false alarm, everyone; please head back to the lounge. The facility is all clear." Outside of the door, the area immediately begins to buzz with dumbfounded conversations and the shuffling of movements, people coming out of all the places they were previously using for shelter. Loud conversations of people expressing frustration and annoyance filter through the wall cracks and leak into you and Junkook's confined space, but you don't mind. Though it's outrageous, you can't even find yourself to be upset. In a weird God actually worked in your favour for once. Reaching to cup his face, the words tumble out before your mind can even put them in a coherent sentence "no bomb, we can finally date!" However, the expression on his face does not mirror your enthusiastic one. Carefully pulling at your fingers to lower them, a heavy sigh leaves his lips, "I-I'm sorry, I thought we were gonna die, I just didn't want you to die sad, Y/n."

At first, you don't understand, but it's enough to make you choke out a sob once you do. Hesitantly peeling yourself away from him, you wordlessly exit the closet, despite the pleas coming from within. You'd deal with this tomorrow, or maybe the day after, but right now, you just needed to leave.

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[kdyism]

SINCERITY IS SCARY

pairing. jungwoo x reader

genre. reunion!au, long-time crushes!au, fluff, slice of life

wc. 1,640 k /warn. mention of food. non.

synopsis. it had always been jungwoo's abitliy to be sincere and open to you with his words and soul that had you hooked.

for @nct-writers coming home event

yunan's note. ugh i had it ready but not edited and then swamped with work and now two days late. 14.03.22 was the released that okay. reblog + comments are appreciated!

Like an arrow straight to your heart, you felt your chest collapse as soon as he walked into your view.

“What the hell is Kim Jungwoo doing at your grand opening?” you gap, crossing your arms defensively as soon as your eye met with his innocently wide ones.

Even within the crowd of a good hundred, your eyes find him so easily. His casual clothes look branded, unkempt hair that is probably styled and his lips that curve upwards and your name tumbling from his mouth makes your toe curl because shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Out of the many people who you have crushed on, Kim Jungwoo is at the number one spot because he became the blueprint to everyone who came after him. Not an ex but he had his grip on you the way an ex would leave you with memories of affection, heartbreak and a list of hypotheses on how things would be different if you did something differently. Jungwoo, well, he might be someone you will never be over because distance makes the heart fonder and out of sight, out of mind were too real in his case.

i. DISTANCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER

“Oh god! You’re here too!” he gushes, eyes on you and his arms immediately pulling you into a hug. Automatically you too pat him the way you did all those years ago and grin, because well, no time to make enemies with someone you would rather snag him and take him home with you.

“I thought you moved away.” you roll your eyes emphasising the word you and jabbing his arm with your finger. “Don't tell me you came back just for this?”

Shaking his head, your eyes find the little scar on the back of his nape; the one you were the cause of when you were about ten. Before you even liked him, he was a boy who frequently played around in the local playground and you might've pushed him off the slide in a hurry and not been accountable for it but post that day, he kind of became attached to you and made it his mission to befriend you.

Well, that would mean, mission accomplished—you didn't expect him to be so adamant about it all.

“I am moving back…” Jungwoo replies, stuffing his hand in his pockets and skimming around the venue hall, leaning closer to you. “I got scouted by the CEO,”

“Of here?” you blink, your jaw agape.

Smirking at you proudly, Jungwoo places his hands on his hips and huffs, “I think he heard about my all year strike at my previous company,” he explains, his eyes softening at you when you nod at him and clapping your hands still in awe.

To Jungwoo, your existence was one of a fragrant flower that always seemed out of sight.

Your scent pulls him in, he wanders and waits around until it's his turn but it never arrives and he should've cut in line and just grabbed ahold of you back then. You were always nice to him, yeah you did have one or two fights where you swore to never see him again but they passed by okay because you came crying to him and spluttering out sorry or else it was him doing the apologizing.

Moving away from here, away from you just made him crave your attention more. You stopped sending him pictures after five months, stopped texting him after two years and changed your social media account after four years. He couldn't find you even when he wanted to until he moved back for the final year of high school.

“It's been so long right,” you sigh, smiling at him stiffly and swinging your arms at your sides.

It is something you did a lot when she was nervous, the swinging hands have always been adorable to him because so many people complain that you hit them with your hands but it was just too cute for him to even mind.

Jungwoo decided at that moment he would take his chance with you this time.

It must've been fate.

You standing in front of him, with your cheeks flushed and nervous eyes that can't meet his for too long and him right now—he was sure he could outdo everyone else if you were on the line this time because the time you were a faint memory roller-coasters his emotions every time you make an appearance in his thoughts.

Jungwoo kicks the ground shyly, peering at you through his bangs and asks, “Did you miss me?” his eyes locking with yours curiously and you scoff.

ii. OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND

“As if,” you nudged his side, you heard everything that went on with him until you couldn't take it anymore.

Pursuing your lips, you shake your head. “Everyone talks about you—Mr MVP—”

“That's not true at all,” he interrupts you, throwing his hand over your mouth and you yelp, “You still do this,” you laugh, pulling his hand down.

“I haven't changed that much,” he whines, pushing his hair back with a pout and you narrow your eyes, eyeing him down with a look that asks really.

He felt too different.

When he wasn't around, you could forget him but as soon as someone speaks or shows you something about him everything comes rushing back. His strawberry-scented freshener, the thin black wristwatch he wore whenever you saw him at school, the way his smiles could make you weak in the knee and also create a burn in your chest.

Kim Jungwoo was better for you out of sight because you didn't think a lot about him when you didn't see him.

You created a sort of mechanism where it was either all about him or he didn't exist at all. It worked for you. It did for so many years except the times you would fall into your pattern of searching his name on social media and try to find out his one because you didn't want to ask your friends or go through their mutuals to find him.

He was better out of your sight after all because it also meant he was out of your mind.

Feeling like a small growl erupts from your tummy, you tilt your head asking “Did you have dinner yet?”

It had been ages since you had dinner with Kim Jungwoo. “Do you want to go have dinner with me? Uh—I know a great Italian place that sells reasonably,” you splutter, locking your arms with him the moment his head inclined towards a nod.

Jungwoo giggles, your arms felt like a perfect match with his. You always loved to walk around with interlocked arms and he was frankly a very affectionate person as well—around you a little less so because but still, you couldn't take your hands off of him when he starts being clingy after you start it.

“I thought you preferred fast food?” Jungwoo asks, letting you guide him through the crowd and out of the hall that opening was taking place at.

Rolling your eyes, you explain, “The buffet food isn't working for me. I crave something pasta,” whipping your hair to the side and you pout.

“Fast food was me six years ago. Nowadays I am super healthy—trust me when I say you can't win me in arm wrestle anymore,” you brag, flexing your arm and Jungwoo rolls his eyes now, “You think you're the only one hitting the gym?” he challenges.

Taking off his suit's coat, he flexed his defined bicep and you smirk, “That was what I wanted to see all along,”

Jungwoo flushes red in his cheeks, you always did this to him but he also always got red when you did that. None of his other colleagues would be working in this setting, it's the best. It's calm and relaxing and you look extremely pretty surrounded by everything that looks like you. “What the hell are you on ?” you pant, struggling to your leg up the stairs to the restaurant and Jungwoo stopped you.

“Hey,”

Blinking at him, you repeat the same. “Hey?” in a more questioning way.

“Since I am moving back,” he starts, taking subtle steps upwards to you and you glare at him. He was sappy, yes but this is on another level because you couldn't hear a sound of deceit and he felt so raw, eyes red and bleary. You know what he meant.

“I think it'll be a good thing for us to take a chance—Uh, we both keep missing each other. I thought that I should ask you out before I don't know… I don't see you for another month until we both get invited somewhere again,”

“You mean like romantic?” you ask, taken aback with a smile growing on your face.

You adored him. Shuffling in his spot with his almost teary eyes and you laugh, how could he ask you something so bold while being so shy.

“Your sincerity is scary,” you smile, swinging your arm around his neck.

“And that's exactly why I have liked you for so long, Kim Jungwoo—I'll be in your care from now,”

“Sincerity? Scary? You are just always scared of others,” he points, rolling his eyes and pushing open the restaurant's doors now and you smile.

“Thanks for asking me,” you quietly said, loud enough only for him to hear.

"After meeting and still being like him after years—Kim Jungwoo you still have the same effect on me with the way you speak your words like oaths and hold me like a gem,”

“Hey don't go being poetic on me,” he laughs, plopping into a chair and you sit in front of him.

“The only thing I can do is tell you I like you a million times over,”

©KDYISM, 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[brownflower23]

Not My Father

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

*Mature Content Warning*

Summary: Reader gets arrested at a bar. Her boss comes to save her, but after months of frustration she doesn't get the response she expects. However, she receives much more than she can handle. 

"That pervert is lucky all I did was break his nose" You roll your eyes at officer idiot questioning you. Treating you as some sort of criminal, when in actuality you put the worst of criminals away. "Well we called your supervisor; you can take it up with him" The officer snickered, a lump instantly formed in your throat.

"You called who?" You yell at the dumbstruck officer in front of you, clearly not expecting your panicked response. Just after the words left your mouth, your boss crossed the barrier into the holding room. Your stomach instantly flipped, as if you had been caught by a parent as a child. Your eyes meeting his; he stared with the same scolding glare you were expecting. The same look you'd seen many times; it always gave you chills. However, you had never been the one sitting on this side of the table feeling its full force. He folded his arms tightly over his broad chest, eyes lingering at the cuffs connected to your wrist.

At that moment, you couldn't find words to defend what he was seeing, you could only imagine his thoughts. Your barely appropriate dress, your makeup, unlike anything he had seen at work. He finally peeled his eyes off of you, somehow that making you feel even worse.

"Please remove the cuffs, I can handle it from here. Thank you again for the call." Hotch finally spoke, but only to the officer, nodding to him. He returned the nod and quickly walked over removing your restraints.

"Thanks." You gripped at the idiot who arrested you, rolling your eyes at him again. Hotch shot you a warning glare, causing you to sigh while massaging your wrists. This night was utter bullshit. The officer finally left the room, you stood expecting to follow.

"Where do you think you're going?" His stern voice forcing your body to freeze, sending chills down your entire spine. "Um, I thought I was allowed to leave." You replied without looking directly at him, you didn't think you could handle it right now. "You have nothing to say for yourself?" Hotch scoffed.

"I'm sorry?" You questioned, failing to sound sincere. He doesn't respond this time, after an uncomfortable moment of silence you finally looked to meet his stare. He let out a frustrated sigh "Let's go. Before I change my mind." He cautions before leading us through the police station, again thanking the captain and same officer.

"Where is my car?" You ask once outside after you were returned your phone and I.D. "I'm guessing still at the bar you were picked up at, or by now at a towing company. You can deal with that in the morning, get in." He answers not stopping his strides toward the black SUV. You hurry to enter, afraid he might leave you here, the cool night air sending additional chills over your body, still buzzing from earlier.

The ride has an eerie silence, you had never made Hotch this mad at you, the feeling honestly made you want to hurl. You notice you aren't familiar with the street signs you were passing. "Can I ask where we are going?" You break the silence. "My place." He answers blankly, not removing his attention from the road. "Why?" You dare to question. "Because it is late, and you were picked up from a bar." He shot back gripping the steering wheel tighter, not seeming to give you another option.

After ten more agonizing minutes, he finally pulls into a parking garage. You quickly jump out of the car, following Hotch through a few hallways. You felt a wave of awkwardness once he finally stopped at the door. He quickly unlocked it and opened the door for you. You look at the open door, feeling like it was a threshold you shouldn't enter.

"Look I'm fine, I can call a cab to take me to my car." You insist, still not crossing the threshold. "No. You shouldn't be driving, you can stay here." He replied like it was an order. "We aren't at work." You spat not believing him. "Lower your voice, your yelling will wake others." He corrected you again, you noticing the clenching of his jaw. You groaned pushing past him into the apartment.

"Look I appreciate this but.." you start to continue your previous argument but his deep voice cuts you off. "You're correct agent, we are not at work. Meaning, that I did not have to leave my home in the middle of the night, coming to save you from being thrown in jail. You're lucky Jack is away or you would've been there until Monday." He chastised you again, but this time he was right. Although; still being a dick to you of all people.

"I didn't ask you to, I didn't even tell them I was an agent so don't try to make me feel guilty." You plead your case as he began to walk away. "I'm not trying to make you feel anything, maybe if you had more control of your actions you wouldn't be in this situation." He argues turning back in your direction. You finally noticed his different appearance, no jacket or tie, but jeans with an athletic shirt, his hair not styled but falling casually onto his face.

"I don't even want to be in this situation, I'll just go to my car." You huff turning back walking to the door. You just reached the handle, when a large hand came in your line of sight, pushing against the door.

"I'm not letting you leave like this. I don't know your mental state." You hear spoken close behind you. You spin on your heels, slightly taken back by how close your boss was to you. "I promise I'm fine. I wasn't drunk, and it's been hours." You roll your eyes again. "Obviously not, I have never seen you act like this." His voice was desperately trying to hide his frustration with you for the evening, you could see his chest rising against the fitted shirt.

"What? Not perfectly following your orders? Not everyone is perfect like you Hotch." You were yelling at this point, and you didn't care. You had never seen a person with more patience and composure than Hotch, but you finally broke him. "You allegedly assaulted someone at a bar drunk, get arrested, risk your career, the reputation of the BAU, and my credibility as Supervisor. You honestly think you should go back out right now?" He yelled back shocking you, feeling his minty breath fan across your face.

"You don't even know my side of the story!" You gasp at his assumptions. "How am I supposed to when you wouldn't tell me?" He hisses, still holding his same position, you had never seen such fire in his eyes.

"You are not my fucking father Hotch" You yell again, refusing to let him overpower you.

Your back hit the door with a thud, causing you to groan into his mouth. His hands gripping onto your hips roughly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. One of your hands latching his shoulder to steady yourself, while your other tugged at his soft hair.

"Then stop being a damn brat" He all out growls directly in your face, not missing a beat. Your not sure who moves first, you honestly think it was instantaneous, but before you blinked your mouths clash desperately, hands frantically grasping onto wherever you could reach first.

You purposely tugged harder, retrieving a groan from him, hearing it igniting a hunger in you. His lips slightly parted, so you took advantage sliding your tongue over his, still determined not to be overpowered.

Your control is short-lived, as he shifts his leg up, making you gasp at the contact, your head craning against the cold door. Even on your tiptoes, you couldn't relieve the pressure, perching you upon his thick thigh, causing your dress to bunch leaving only your damp underwear as a barrier.

"Did you think after your little game, I'd let you control me, sweetheart?" He huffs against your ear, in an even deeper tone than he usually held. You had never been affected by a pet name, but just coming from him made your walls clench, further agonizing you. You finally open your eyes, batting up at his dark eyes innocently. "I don't know what you mean" you smirk. You felt a low chuckle in his chest, and then you were swiftly moved, flipping you to face the door.

"I'm having a hard time believing that y/n. You've spent months purposely teasing and frustrating me. This..." he pauses his sentence, using his foot to spread your ankles, gripping your wrist together. "Is exactly what you wanted correct?" He completes the question as a whisper against your ear, making you shutter against him. You weren't giving in that easy.

"I honestly didn't think you had it in you...old man." You further push him, knowing your slight age difference being one of the things you regularly tease him about. He groans lowly at your words, pushing you harder against the door. "I still remember exactly how to handle a brat like you"

He punctuates the end of his sentence by effortlessly ripping your thin underwear from under your skirt, throwing the torn fabric to the floor. You shook at the cool air hitting your core, finally noticing how wet you were. His fingers brush over your center, gently spreading your arousal. You bite your lip to keep in the moans your body desperately want to release.

"Then why are you so wet for me sweetheart, hum?" Hotch hums in your ear, pushing his thick finger slowly into your pussy. You don't bother trying to hold in your moans this time, overwhelmed by the feeling of your muscles clenching around this finger, attempting to take it as deep as possible.

As if a single finger wasn't enough, he added a second stretching you delightfully. You scratch against his hand, as if some sort of plea, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop as you could feel the pleasure building in your stomach. "Something wrong?" He coos arrogantly, watching your face morphing, as your pants of pleasure increase.

"Nothing" You manage to smart back without it sounding completely of a moan. By this point, you drenched his fingers, coating them entirely, letting him fuck his fingers into you as fast as he pleased. You hear a faint growl come deep from Hotch's chest, almost sounding frustrated. "Don't you lie to me; If you are not honest you don't get what you want sweetheart" "And what do I want?" You laugh through a heavy breath.

He shifts an unoccupied finger up to graze your clit every time his fingers plunge into you, making you gasp against the cold door. He leans down to your neck, tickling your skin with his beard. "To be fucked like you wish those boys you entertain would fuck you." Hearing your boss talk like that sends you spiraling, throwing your head back onto his chest to support you as your legs began to feel weak. Just as you clench around his fingers he retracts them, leaving you dripping down your thigh, craving satisfaction.

"What the fuck?" You yell spinning quickly to face him, he catches you by the neck placing you against the door again. Your breath caught, you felt like you didn't have a voice with his large hand around your throat. The way he was staring at you, like his prey. It made your knees weak.

He lifts his other hand between your bodies, you could see his middle fingers glistening. He keeps his eyes nailed to yours, you still trying to calm your pathetic pants. Your mouth gapes as you watch him take the fingers in his mouth, he groans out twirling his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment savoring your taste. You were fucked.

He removes his fingers slowly, still watching you staring at him with big doe eyes. Then wiping the edge of his mouth with his hand. "Watch it, sweetheart. I'm not sure if you haven't caught on... but I always give the orders. You will not cum until I allow." You whimper loudly at his declaration, you had never had a man command you like this, but you couldn't deny the effect it was having on your body.

"I'll do what you say." You whisper, barely audible, looking away from his eyes. Loosening his hand on your neck, using it to make you look back up to him. A faint smirk now played at the corner of his lips. "What was that?" He lightly chuckles. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

"I said I'll do what you say. Happy?" You return the smirk. "Hmm, honestly I thought you'd be harder to break. I think you're just trying to get what you want." He informs you, moving his face closer to yours. You shrug your shoulders innocently. "Is it working?" You breathe against his lips before gripping onto his shirt pulling him flush against you.

His mouth explores yours again; it's without a doubt the best kiss of your life. He was so skilled in his movements, and how he taunted you with his hands without actually pleasuring you. Maybe you had been dealing with boys before.

Hotch gripping into your hips, lifting you slightly before walking your bodies away from the door. You hardly notice he was moving you until your legs hit the back of a couch. He instantly spun you around making you a bit dizzy, folding you at the waist over the couch.

You couldn't help the smirk that grew on your face hearing the chime of his belt buckle, you were getting exactly what you wanted. "I wouldn't gloat so quickly y/n" Hotch warns. You try to look back to observe but cannot move from him keeping a hand on your neck, pushing your chest into the oversized cushion.

"And I shouldn't because?" You entertain his warning. "Because this" is the only answer he provides, and you then feel the pressure. That of him forcing his cock in you with a single plunge, burying himself to your brim, ripping through any defiance left in you.

"Aaron!" You scream out his first name, gasping for the air he just knocked from your stomach. He was massive, stretching you uncomfortably, you didn't have to see it to know you had never taken a cock this big. You were also sinfully a sucker for pain.

"Fuck" he groans above you, surly your tightness was affecting him also. You knew that he rammed into you purposely, not wanting you to be able to conform to his size before punishing you.

He made the single motion again, burying himself again and stopping, making you cry out again. "What's wrong sweetheart? A brat like you can take it right?" His breathing is labored now, one hand still tightly holding you down, the other now roughly gripping your hip. He repeats the same hard single thrust, you can feel tears building at your lashes. The way he filled you was overwhelming.

"Please" you beg, squirming under him. You weren't sure what you were begging for at this point, you just needed him. Every time he stills you could feel his cock pulsing deep in you, not delivering enough pleasure to relieve you, but only to further drive you mad.

"Oh, now you want to do what you're told huh? Now you beg like a pathetic whore." He responds with another snap of his hips. You couldn't take much more, you felt as if you could combust at any second. "Aaron I can't..please" you cry, feeling the tears stream over your face, he had finally broken you.

"Go ahead baby, call me what you really want. Go ahead." He groans, pulling your head back by a fist full of your hair. He didn't have to say it, you knew exactly what he meant, and he knew you wanted it. So you let everything out, all the months of frustration boiling over.

"Daddy, please...I'm yours...please" You wish you could've recorded the sound that escaped Aaron at that moment, a loud groan mixed with a needy whine. Matched by feeling his cock twitch inside you, struggling to stay composed hearing that name.

He throws his hips into you again, but this time it follows with another quick thrust, over and over, filling the room with a slapping noise and your moans. He keeps your hair pulled back, making your body hold the arch for him to angle deeper, brushing your g spot with each hard thrust.

"Yes yes yes, don't stop" You scream, him finally giving you what you needed. "Can you take it, baby? You're so damn tight" He grunts, you weren't going to last with him calling you baby. "Yes, daddy, harder please" you plea, wanting him to ruin you. He grants your wish, fucking you harder, you gasping feeling it all the way in your stomach. You would certainly be bruised tomorrow, but the pain would be worth it.

"Fuck daddy. So good... so fucking deep." You cry, feeling your body begin to tingle, your legs shaking against him. He groans feeling you tightening "Cum for daddy sweetheart." He encourages through his heavy breaths, and that's all it takes to make your body snap. He slows his motions slightly letting you ride out your orgasm, your walls still fluttering around his thick cock.

He releases your head, you not having the energy to stay upright you letting it hang down against the couch. "Shit that's was amazing" You whisper, causing him to chuckle and slowly begin to move into you again. Your eyes flash open realizing he still hadn't finished.

"Aaron I can't" you whine, your body couldn't possibly take more of this. "Oh I'm not finished, and neither are you" He growls in your ear, you couldn't help but moan out at his tone. "I can't take anymore" You whine again, only fueling him. He releases the hand that was holding you, now gripping onto both of your hips harshly, definitely leaving a mark. There was no reason to restrain you anymore, he knew you were his.

Hotch returns to the same pace he held previously, causing your eyes to roll back as you yelp, grasping onto the couch for dear life it felt. "Don't forget your place sweetheart. You're done when I say brat..." he pauses his sentence, repositioning one of his hands to your front. "And I think you can give me one more." He states as he set fire to your body rubbing fiercely over your clit, steadily pushing himself deep, determined to make you unravel again.

"Daddy" You scream, feeling your body giving in to him, his thrust becoming frantic, his moans become beastly with each thrust. "Give it to me y/n. Ahh... fuck. I know you want to baby." Is his final pleasuring cry to take you with him, as he made a final slap against your body to sheathe himself fully.

"Oh, Aaron" Is all you can cry as the air hitches in your throat. All at once, your body erupts again, feeling him filling you with his seed. Grasping onto him to anchor yourself to reality, uncertain this level if euphoria is real, or if you'll ever get to relive it again.

Drained of any energy, your body collapses into his, feeling his arms catch you and lifting you sweetly into his embrace. Although; unable to open your eyes, you feel him carefully carrying you, and then the soft cushion of a bed. You weren't sure how long he was gone, but your body slightly jumps at the feeling of a wet cloth between your thighs.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You mutter against a pillow and hear him softly laugh at you. "I've got you, sweetheart, just rest" He replies in a very tender voice. He softly wipes your leg, erasing the proof of your shared pleasure. Even half-conscious you had never felt so adored. Following; you feel him slide the heels off your feet, and then tug at the end of your dress to remove it. Your dress is finally off, and you feel it would be silly to care about after the deed you two just committed.

You are only naked for a couple of seconds before he wiggles a soft t-shirt over your body, oversized enough to be a nightgown. It smells strongly of him, which comforted you, but not as much as him pulling you into his bare chest, kissing your forehead just as you slip into an exhausted sleep.

Please let me know if this should be turned into a short series! Thanks loves!

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His Mermaid

Winwin x Reader

Requested Prompt: pool

Genre: fluff, established relationship

WC: 0.9k

Warning: swearing

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A/N: Please excuse any grammatical errors, I read it over but things probably slipped through. Also my homie thank you for sending in the request, I know the prompt was pool I mean lets just say the ocean is a huge pool huh? I hope you still liked it!

The thing about being a boy that was raised in a coastal city was that the expectation is to know how to swim, and Winwin did in fact, not know how to swim.

It wasn't like he was terrified of water or anything, he'd gladly get into a lake or a pool he just had to stay on the shallow end because otherwise he would certainly drown and die.

But you, you loved water you swore to him that in another life you must've been a mermaid. Winwin mocked you for thinking mermaids existed only for you to launch into a monologue that he one hundred percent never wanted to hear again, about the science behind the ocean and the probability of the unknown.

Yet, Winwin loved you, and you loved the water. So your surprise birthday party was on a yacht. He planned it perfectly that way; champagne, all your friends and all the sweets you liked and the ocean. Everything he could do he did.

The sun beat down on Winwin's head as he sat with his legs off the side of the yacht watching you and your friends swim in the ocean. Your skin was shining under the sun due to the droplets, in this moment Winwin could see the otherworldly mermaids that you always mentioned.

You smiled at him, your face breaking out into a laugh seconds after as you took in his attire. He had pulled on a thick life jacket to jump in himself, but the ocean was not a lake and it was defiantly not a pool. So it took him a few minutes to gather the courage to jump in.

Your laughter gleaned the attention of the others in the cold water, all of them turning to face Winwin. He laughed with them but inside his body cringed at the attention. It was funny though so it wasn't like he was offended. Just even more nervous now that the others were also looking at him.

"Do I just jump?" He asked loudly. Everyone chorused back a yes.

Winwin glanced behind him looking at the only other person still on the Yacht. Jaehyun shrugged, before running past him and tucking his knees into his chest as he barraled towards the water.

Winwin watched in astonishment as his friend disappeared under the surface of the water. Taking a few seconds to surface.

"Babe it's deep as fuck." Winwin complained.

"Winwin you have a life jacket on that could hold up six people." Ten teased.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." You said coming closer to him. Winwin caught your eyes, your words were sincere and you wouldn't be bugged if he didn't go in. He knew that, but what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn't go in. He wanted today to be perfect after all, besides Ten was right.

"What are the chances of me drowning anyway right? All of you are in the water too." And with that, he didn't let himself think further. He didn't wait for anyone to reply he just jumped in.

His body hit the cold water within seconds. The life jacket stayed true to its job and helped him come back up to the surface.

He blinked the water out his eyes, his hand sweeping out the water to brush at his face and push his hair off his forehead.

"I got water in my nose." He complained to you, as you swam over to him.

"Oh, my poor Winwinie." You cooed as you came up to him.

You coiled your body around his in the water. For a second Winwin didn't care where he was. His body moving towards yours on its own. But it was only a second.

"Hey hey hey, I'll drown." He complained.

"No you won't, your fucking life jacket is thick baby with like eighty-five c's" You replied. Your face neared his again as you pressed your lips to his.

Winwin chuckled lightly into the kiss.

"Thank you for all this." You said when you pulled back from him. Winwin moved his mouth back against yours to steal another kiss from you.

He was about to reply when Jaehyun interrupted, "Get a fucking room!"

You moved off Winwin, as he spun around to face his friend. Once again his reply was cut off as he was dunked underwater.

He sputtered as he came up for air again.

He found Ten, not too far from you laughing loudly.

"You motherfucker," Winwin called to Ten, the humour still heard in his voice.

"And you," he said, his face turning to you, "You let him do that?"

Your only response was a shrug as your features schooled into an innocent doe eyeed gaze.

"I didn't even see him come up babe." You replied with a fake innocent tone.

Winwin couldn't even complain or be annoyed, his words didn't even come out. Because the way you looked to him right now was making him insane. Your hair flowing in wet tendrils around you, and from this angle, the sun hit you perfectly shooting him straight back to his mermaid.

"Oh my god, you're so whipped." Ten mumbled.

"It's kinda gross," Jaehyun added.

"Maybe he needs a dunk in the cold water again?" Ten mused, causing you to laugh.

Your laughter was the last thing he heard before he was underwater again, this time at Jaehyun's hands, but just for today, it was okay. Because if he could hear that laughter then he'd be fine no matter how many times he got dunked.

You'd laugh at him if you heard his thoughts, but it was okay.

-neocain

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Scenario: Mikoto and the Archive E. Because every character who is related to Munakata in any way has to face this moment, at some point.

Rating/Warnings: M, it's about the Archive E, expect nsfw sexy content.

Mikoto and Munakata are at that point of their relationship which can be described as "enemies with benefits". With the passing of time they have built some kind of a routine, and instead of (only) having a nice round of rough sex after fighting in some abandoned half destroyed building or in the first love hotel they can find, they use their smarphones to do that thing common people with two braincells do, that is to communicate where to meet to " have a deep discussion about very important kingly stuff" (there's also the stalking method Munakata likes to use, but that's another story).

This night the text says to meet in Munakata’s room in Scepter 4 dormitory.

Mikoto has been already in that room, and he knows very well how to arrive there without to be seen.

He jumps into the room through the window (as every good Red clansman should do when visiting a Blue) and finds Munakata already in bed, reading a book.

The room is immersed into the darkness, with the exception of the light on the nightstand. Mikoto, left his shoes at the bottom of the window, approaches Munakata.

"Good evening, Suoh. I'm surprised you didn't fall asleep on the way. I hope you haven’t scared Akiyama-kun like the other time".

Mikoto shrugs "Not my fault if he's so small I tripped into him".

He sits down on the side of the bed and asks what he is doing.

Munakata’s glasses shine in the dark disturbingly.

"Fufufu... I'm doing some research, Suoh".

Mikoto raises an eyebrow, sending a questioning look; he has got a bad feeling about it.

"And I request your assistance" Munakata adds, smiling mysteriously while inviting Mikoto to get closer.

Mikoto sighs. He tries to find a space between Munakata and the wall the bed is placed against, with all the intention to throw away the stupid book and do other kinds of research.

He leans against Munakata's shoulder and looks at the book. And pauses.

The book is not a book. At least, not a book made by only words. The book is a manga. And the pages Munakata is currently at show a very explicit scene of a naked woman, equiped of noticeable big boobs, dealing with what are huge tentacles that Mikoto can't understand where they come from, but surely he knows where they end up.

“... Did you call me to read hentai?”

And Munakata, without the slightest embarrassment.

"As I told you before, I am collecting ideas for our next meetings"

Mikoto, the confusion slowly turning into quiet disappointment, can’t help but to wonder if Munakata is getting bored of their "meetings", but the other only shows sincere surprise when he replies that it simply happened that Hidaka-kun lent him all these interesting books.

Mikoto groans, and makes sure to remember the name of this "Hidaka-kun" for the next time their clans clash.

"Shall we start?"

They start. After three books Mikoto is: bored, to the point to consider to take a nap and give up on the night; and very confused, about what kind of ideas Munakata is trying to get out of that.

"Have you found something you would like to try?"

Mikoto yawns, clearly not having found anything of vaguely exciting; on the other hand, he can say to find most of these females very annoying. Really, there’s no need to talk so much, especially if you have to repeat the usual three lines.

"... I won't get stuck in any wall"

Munakata looks displeased.

“I see…”

"/You/ wanna get stuck in a wall?" Because Mikoto could be into that. Not necessarily in a sexual way. Decisely not in a sexual way.

Munakata takes his time to ponder over it, to finally say: "I'm afraid I wouldn't enjoy not to be able to see you. What about this?"

"... What? The tentacles?"

"Indeed"

"... how?"

Again, that sinister shining of Munakata’s glasses.

"We recently have registered a Strain..."

"No"

Mikoto can feel Munakata’s body tensing up against his. There’s a pause, used to fix his glasses on the bridge of the nose, and then he speaks again:

"... Suoh, I didn't expect you to be so..."

"So?"

"... narrow-minded"

Another pause, this time needed by Mikoto to process the absurdity of the idea of having to do something with a Strain who can produce tentacles. He’s confident enough it’s called having “common sense”, an expression he is finding himself using a little too much since he has met the Blue King.

"... Are you serious?"

Munakata chuckles, too pure to be touched by the same problems Mikoto sees, and proceeds to show the rest of the ideas he has collected.

Eventually, after many suggestions followed by as many merciless rejections, Mikoto points out the big issue of all that process.

"I can't do any of that" he blurts out.

"Oya? What's the problem, Suoh? Are you too embarrassed?"

"I am a /man/, Munakata"

"I noticed"

Mikoto snorts, with very few patience left.

"And we're reading hentai with /female/ characters"

Munakata's glasses shine again.

"Well, Suoh, it happens that I know a Strain..."

Mikoto is not really happy at the idea of turning into a woman just to satisfy the Blue King’s perversions, let alone involving other people in their affairs.

Again Munakata looks displeased, noticing that perhaps turning into a woman is too ambitious for a barbarian like Suoh, but surely he should be able to wear something like this, and points out to this female character wearing a belly dance dress that leaves nothing to imagination.

Mikoto answers with a glare, to which Munakata replies with “I see. Maybe a bunny suit is more of your tastes?”

Obviously it’s another firm no from Mikoto, who has run out of patience. Munakata wonders if maybe he himself should try some of those outfits, to which Mikoto just says he’s not interested in, what’s even the point anyway, eventually they have to get naked, clothes don’t matter.

Munakata scoffs, complaining about the total lack of fantasy Mikoto has, and perhaps just a little upset at the thought of Suoh not being interested in his female version or him wearing some intriguing dresses. Or maybe both the option in an unique solution. What a barbarian.

Eventually, when half of the Archive E has been studied in depth, Mikoto says: “If you really want to get some good ideas, at least watch some hentai with male characters.”

It’s still better than watching the classic ugly megane nerd with an impossible massive cock who manages to save a whole fantasy kingdom thanks to the power of fucking his enemies (who are, very casually, all women. Or at least female monsters. Gross).

Munakata blinks “Oya, are you an expert of such genre, Suoh?”

Mikoto rolls his eyes and grabs Munakata’s tablet, muttering that he hopes it has a strong antivirus – whatever happens, it will be all Munakata’s fault anyway, for starting this hell of a night in which Mikoto didn’t get any fun, despite all the porn he has been consuming.

It doesn’t take much, less than three comics, to Munakata to grasp which kind of men Suoh must be into: tall, muscular, bright smile, vaguely reminding of some kind of big puppies, no glasses at all…

Munakata snatches the tablet from Mikoto’s hands, putting it away.

Mikoto is decisely taken aback – he was in the middle of reading the last released chapter of one of his favorite authors – but all his complaints are silenced by a noticeably upset Munakata who has already turned off the lights, stating that it is late, and not all people are irresponsible members of society who can allow themselves to sleep until noon, some of us have a job to attend to tomorrow morning.

Mikoto has no idea from where that kind of change has come, he only knows he has spent all this time being awake and reading all that shit for nothing. Munakata just kicks him saying he can sleep on the floor if he doesn’t like it.

Mikoto groans, and turns to face the wall wondering why the bed must be so small.

They have sex the next morning.

-

What will happen after this night:

Mikoto will be accidentally hit by the gender bender Strain.

Munakata will be not-very-accidentally hit by the same Strain.

Crossdressing will be tried. And it won’t be so bad, at all.

Still no tentacles allowed.

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all this time • kim seokjin

plot – you and your best friend, seokjin, drifted apart after he became a famous actor. years later, you find your way back to each other.

words – 3.5K

When your best friend Kim Seokjin got the lead role in a movie when you two were eighteen years old, you were ecstatic for him. What you were less ecstatic about was the fact that you grew apart to the point where you didn't even greet each other if you happened to cross one other in the street. Something that didn't happen very often because he moved to the city, but it still happened, each time he visited his parents in your hometown.

You, on the other hand, could never leave your home. Not forever, at least. It's not that bad, despite what some of the teenagers might say, it's a really big town. Big enough that not everyone knows everyone, and nobody poked their noses where it didn't belong. There is a lot to do, too, if you're a local and you know where to look. You love this place and you'll never completely leave it. You left years ago, to study and become a doctor, but then you came back. Now you live in an apartment and your work at the local hospital. It's not glamourous and glittery but it's home and it's what you've always wanted. It makes you happy and content, to help people and to heal physical injuries, get parents and children alike back on their feet, curing someone who's sick.

Sometimes there is a hollow place in your chest that aches, somedays more than others, but mostly you ignore it. You know what's missing from your life, you know what belongs there. You also know you're never getting it back, so you push past it and deal with it.

But beyond that, life was good.

A scream startles you out of your reverie and you come back to earth, looking around the small coffee shop you were in from where to were seated by the window, nearly rolling your eyes when you saw what it was.

It was Kim Seokjin, famous actor who had most woman's heart skipping a beat, who had just walked into the coffee shop, who used to be your best friend. It was two girls who spotted him and was now giggling while pointing - at least discreetly - at him with wide smiles on their faces.

You wonder with vague amusement what they would say if they knew that when you were thirteen, he stuck an olive up his nose because you bet him that his nose was to small and he wouldn't be able to do it.

Your eyes suddenly met Seokjin's, and you looked away immediately, missing the way his face fell into a cherstfallen look. But Seokjin, ever the professional, quickly wiped his features into a charming smirk, even if he felt like he was breaking inside. He wondered, not for the first time, if stardom was worth the price of losing you.

You ignored his presence as best you could, finishing your hot chocolate and the rest of your breakfast. After paying for your meal and getting ready to leave, you couldn't help but take another look at him, because he was your best friend Jin for long before he was Kim Seokjin the Actor and despite what you try to convince yourself of, you still miss him.

You looked to where he was seated and found him already staring. Instead of immediately looking away, you let your gaze linger, long enough that he gave you a hesitant smile and a little wave. You finally adverted your eyes, turned around and walked out of the cafe.

***

"I heard Seokjin-ah is back in town." Your mother said conversationally when you went to visit your parents that evening for dinner.

"Yeah, I saw him this morning in Misses Jung's Diner." You answered, making sure to keep your tone disinterested, not wanting her to get into this topic.

Your mother brightened, as she bustled around the kitchen. Your father was in the living room, watching television. "Oh, and how is he doing? The star life treating him well?"

"How would I know? I didn't talk to him." You shrugged with a light frown. "I told you, we're not friends anymore."

"And who's decision was that?" Your mother asked, rounding on you with narrowed eyes.

"No one, it was just life. We drifted apart, that's it." You answered honestly. You really did drift apart, but it could have been prevented, if Seokjin put in more effort. You did everything you could to keep your friendship, but eventually he stopped returning your calls and texts, and it wasn't until he finally didn't even send you a text on your twenty first birthday that you gave up completely. When you got a new phone from your parents, you didn't save his number again.

"Maybe now that he's back, you two can patch things up again." You mother suggested with an excited smile. "You know, you aren't getting any younger and I want grandbabies."

"Mom!" You gasped in a little exasperation, but not surprised at all. This has been going on since you turned 25. You suppose you're lucky that she's not like Mrs. Kwon next door who tries to set her daughter up with any willing man, that she just teases you with Seokjin every now and again. Probably because she knows you're in love with him, even after all these years. "I'm 28, not 48. Also, Jin and I were just friends. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"You can never tell me enough times that I'll be convinced." She said with a pointed look in her eyes as she grinned at you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, regretting the night you showed up at home and cried your eyes out because you realised that you are in love with Seokjin and he's gone and you never got to tell him. You almost went to Seoul that weekend to tell him.

"Just because I have feelings for him, doesn't mean he has feelings for me." You reminded her.

"Hah!" She scoffed, muttering under her breath about 'stupid children' and 'won't know unless it hits them in the face'. You shook your head with a fond smile as you watched her until the door bell rang.

You frowned lightly, "Are you expecting someone?"

"Yes." You mother nodded, brightening up significantly, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "Oh, that must be Minji and Seokjin."

"You invited Jin and his mom to dinner?" You hissed at you mother, only glaring slightly. You assumed Seokjin's dad wasn't coming because he isn't home, probably on rotation - a military man through and through is how you'd discribe Mr. Kim, if ever asked.

You got a whack with the dishtowel behind the head, "Y/N, behave."

Dinner was a boisterous affair, but not from your part. You didn't know if it was thanks to your mother - but you'd bet a month's salary that it was - that you and Seokjin end up sitting next to each other, but you did. He looked at you, a lot. You could feel it, his gaze like a brand on your skin.

"Seokjin-ah, your mom tells me you'll be in town for a while." Your mom said with a bright smile and you breathed a little easier when he moved his eyes away from you. Your heart was still unsteady.

"Yes, Ma'am, I'll be staying for a month before my next film's production starts." He answered politely, voice deep and soothing and everything that you want. You clenched your fists in your lap, swallowing thickly as you reminded yourself that you couldn't have it.

"That's wonderful." Your mother said.

After finishing your dinner, you had to get out of there. "Excuse me, I'm feeling like swinging."

"Me too." Seokjin said with a cheery smile, rising from his chair as well.

"You're not invited." You snapped and felt guilty when he flinched.

"Y/N, this is not how I raised you." Your mother said with a slight glower on her face. You look to your dad for help, but he just smiles at you before stuffing his mouth with more food.

You sighed in resignation, "Fine, he can join me if he really wants."

You walked to the backdoor without looking to see if Seokjin was following you. You wanted to leave so you could get away from him, clear your head and get your bearings right.

The swing you talked about wasn't an actual swing - although you do like going to the swings in the park a few blocks from your house - but a swinging bench that your dad hung for you from the tree behind the house years ago. The swinging bench held countless memories of you and Jin, playing and having fun. You sat down and wait for him to sit down too before kicking with your feet against the ground and swinging.

It was dark and quiet outside, just the sounds of the night animals waking up. It was soothing in a way that little else was. The comforting and safe presence next to you hasn't been there for a decade, and you soaked it up, knowing it wouldn't last past tonight.

"How have you been?" Seokjin eventually asked, breaking the silence that settled over you two.

"Do we have to talk?" You asked and it's not meant to come out that sour or mean, but there's a lot of resentment in you towards him for just letting fifteen years of friendship go down the drain for fame. The friendship between you was something you cherished most in this world and before you were in love with him, you just loved him. Losing a loved one always hurt. And it did. It hurt like hell when you lost him and your friendship.

He flinched from your words, again, and you felt guilty again. He looked at you but you didn't look at him as he spoke. "I'm sorry, that I ever hurt you by leaving."

"It's fine, it's been ten years. I'm over it." You waved him off, when really it isn't fine and you aren't over it.

"Still, I never wanted to hurt you." Seokjin said, sincere and open.

You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back on the bench. He had the right idea, by apologizing, but he was apologizing for the wrong thing. "You leaving didn't hurt me, Jin. Cutting me out of your life did."

***

A few days later on your day off, you were riding your motorcycle, on your way to the mall - the bookstore had finally let you know that the medical journal you ordered had arrived - when you heard it. Voices screaming 'Seokjin- or Jin-oppa'. Your head automatically swivel in that direction and you didn't know whether to laugh at the sight or feel sorry for Seokjin, who was being chased by five girls. You wanted to just drive away.

But then you caught sight of the slightly terrified look on his face and your heart twisted violently. You swore, and revved your bike before turning around and making a U-turn, riding to where Seokjin was. Both him and the girl's stopped in their tracks when they noticed you were driving straight at them. They all froze, not moving or running like most people would have.

You braked and slowed down until you were infront of Seokjin, idling as you flipped open the visor and called, "Hey, Kim Seokjin! Get on!"

He didn't hesitate, climbing on and wrapping his arms around your waist tightly before you took off. You drove him to his house, not making any detours because you wanted to get away from Seokjin before he could realise the fast pace of your heart was not because of adrenaline but because of his close proximity.

"Can we talk?" He asked after he got off, placing a hand on your forearm to prevent you from taking off.

You took a deep breath, then turned off your bike and took off your helmet, looking at him expectantly while flattening your hair. "Talk about what?"

"Anything, I don't care." He answered, tone bordering on pleading. "I just want to talk to you."

"You were the one that shut me out." You said, voice just this side of cold as you rested your feet on the tar road.

"Because I wanted to make something of myself and I couldn't do that if all I thought about was packing up and coming home to you." Seokjin defended himself, hoping that you'd see reason.

Instead, you scoffed at him. "Well, you did. So, congratulations. I hope you're happy and I hope it was worth it."

"I missed you." Seokjin said out of the blue. Your body tensed and you wanted to look at him, but you didn't. Too afraid that if you did you'd cave and forgive him. "Everyday, for the past ten years, I've missed you. I never stopped, not once."

The words was like a healing salve to your sore and bruised heart that never quite healed right. You swallowed thickly. "What do you want me to say, Jin?"

It was quiet for a while, before he finally asked. "Do you really hate me that much?"

You laughed a little, as if. How much easier would your life be if you could have just hated him after he stopped talking to you. If you did, maybe you could have moved on, had those grandchildren your mother is always nagging about. You shook your head, "No, I don't hate you, I never have. I never could."

"Can we try to be friends again?" He asked, bright and hopeful and you hated to be the one to destroy that, but you didn't have another choice.

"Just so we can drift apart again?" You challenged, scoffing a little. "No, thanks, I already lost you once, I'd rather not do it all over again."

"It's different this time." Seokjin insisted earnestly.

You opened your mouth, to give a harsh remark, but when you saw the honesty and seriousness in his eyes, you asked instead, "How?"

Seokjin smiled at you and you ignored the way it made you feel like you could melt into a puddle of goo. "Well, for one, we're both grown up this time around. And two, I've decided that maybe it's time to start putting roots down."

"Haven't you done that in the city?" You questioned with a frown.

"Not really, no." Seokjin shook his head. "There's just no place like home, you know?" He asked, giving you a look

You looked at him and smiled slightly, "Yeah, I know."

"Can I show you something? Tomorrow?" Seokjin asked, and seeing your hesitation, he added on a gentle, "Please."

"Okay." You agreed, watching as he gave you a brilliant smile. Your heart singed and your stomach flip-flopped.

"You can come by tomorrow at 11." He said and you nodded in agreement.

"See you tomorrow."

You started your bike and drove away, anticipation and excitement for the next day knotting your stomach.

***

"Why did you bring me here?" You asked the next day, heart full of bursting emotions as you looked at the house. It wasn't just any house, it was your dream house. The house you fell in love with when you were fifteen years old, it wasn't a mansion, but it wasn't a small house either, at three stories high. It was an old, fixer upper, but you've always loved it. It was a little secluded, being just out of town and in the woods, and it was where you planned to stay one day.

Seokjin knew all of this. You two sneaked here many times and he listened to you rant about the house and how perfect it is even more times. So, why bring you here now?

"Remember what I said about putting roots down?" He asked and you hummed in confirmation, nodding slightly, a bit confused. "I bought it."

Your eyes widened and you gaped at him, completely thrown off by his words. "You- what? Why?"

Suddenly, his demeanor turned nervous, hands trembling slightly and voice shaky when he spoke, "I was hoping that, maybe, it could be a home. For us."

"Jin-"

"Just let me talk, okay? Because if I don't say this right now, I never will." Seokjin said, holding up a hand to silence you, and you nodded, a little greatful because you had no idea what the hell to say to that. "I've been in love with you since I was thirteen years old and ten years ago I left because I had nothing to offer you, I had no money, no way to give you your dream house. But now? Now I can give you everything you deserve."

You still didn't know what to say. You stayed quiet, thinking about what he said and how to respond to that because this - Jin telling you he loves you back - is everything you've ever wanted.

"Jin, I didn't need this, it was just a dream. You-" You broke off, emotions choking you up. "You were what I really wanted."

"I know, Y/N. I've known you almost all my life, and I know material things isn't what makes you happy, but I wanted to be able to give them to you." He said sincerely, looking at you with his chocolatey depths that made your heartbeat speed up. He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "These last ten years, they were hell with out you. I tried to stay your friend, but it got to hard to talk to you everyday and not be with you, not being able to tell you what I feel. So, I started putting distance between us, promising myself that one day, I'll come back and tell you everything."

Your mouth felt dry, heart thundering in your ears as you looked at him. Your voice was a whisper when you spoke, "Do you know how much you hurt me? Do you have any idea?"

"I do, because it hurt me too. I'm sorry, Y/N, so truly sorry and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you'll let me." He said, taking a step forward but you took one back, needing space to think.

"How do I know you won't just leave again?" You asked him, challenging and a little mean.

"Because I love you and I want a life with you." Seokjin said, then much more hesitant and softer, he asked, "Do you want that too?"

You stared at him, heart beating wildly, eyes stinging and chest constricting. You didn't think it was possible to feel this much all at once. Finally, you nodded slowly. "Yeah, I do."

Seokjin sighed in relief, shoulders slumping over as he nearly kneeled over with the force of his relief. He took a step closer and when you didn't move away from him again, he stepped closed until he was near enough to pull you close, hugging you tightly to his body, the way your body fit against his familiar, but at the same time it was new because he'd never hugged you before while knowing that you reciprocate his feelings. He dreamed, wished, hoped but never fully believed it. His whole life, everything he built, was done on nothing but his love for you. He didn't know if you felt the same or if you'd even still be here by the time he came back or even if you were, if you would still be single then. All he had was his love. His love that burned brighter than ever before.

"Hey, stupid." You called softly, cheeks aching you were smiling so wide.

"I'm not-" He cut himself off with a resigned sigh. "What is it?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." He said, and you could hear the smile in this voice.

"It's not going to be easy." You warned him, because there was at least sixty different ways this could go wrong. You held him a little tighter and he squeezed back.

"Nothing worth having ever is." He retorted smugly.

"Smartass." You huffed, slapping lightly against his back, more fond than anything else.

"Your smartass, though."

"Yeah," You nodded with a happy smile, lifting your head from his chest so you can look into his eyes. "Mine."

Seokjin cupped your cheeks, leaning down and pressing a quick and gentle kiss against your lips. He pulled away, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. You could feel the heat spreading to your own cheeks as well. "Sorry, I should have asked before I kissed you."

"You call that a kiss?" You huffed, watching as realisation spread in his eyes. He smirked down at you and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, you yanked him down and pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss, because really, it's been over a decade since you've wanted to do this. He didn't hesitate to respond to your kiss, just as eagerly and you realised that this was finally happening. After all this time, years of pining and hurting and thinking it never would, it was finally happening.

Your mother is going to gloat all the way into the next century.

the end.

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Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 14]

Summary: You confront Rey after the meeting ending in her arms again but wake up to some bad news and a prisoner.

Words: 2,778

A/N: Things go south from here because we're reaching the end of the series, just a few chapters left. Hope you like it!!

Time seemed to pass slowly while you waited for Rey in her chambers, with nothing more to look at than the big window you stared at the shining stars that adorned the vast and black sky, for a moment you feared that much darkness could even exist, the more you glanced at it the more you felt like if you were drowning.

Drowning on your thoughts and doubts. Thinking about the First Order’s breakthrough over the galaxy, the memory of the holograms fresh in your mind and how many sistem they had already taken, not to mention the cannons in the planets. Hux's words were also stuck in your head, he made sure of that.

Thinking about the brief talk with Finn and your friends in the Resistance, how many of them would be there? not much surely but you hoped they were staying safe, praying the First Order wouldn’t find them.

Thinking about Rey.

About her actions in the past and present, the atrocities she had done and she was still doing, killing people somewhere in the galaxy so she could rule upon them. About the truly monster she had become.

You didn’t realized she was back until you heard her voice calling your name and felt her hand laying on your shoulder.

“How was the meeting?” she asked with a bit of a smile on her face that faded away as soon as you spoke.

“Did you know about the cannons?” you murmured, your gaze focused on the sky.

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew it was going to push you further away from me” she sighed “It was the very last thing I wanted, Y/N” you kept silent “It was Hux’s idea. After Endor he thought it would be helpful to have more options…” Rey explained.

“In case something happen to the fleet, I heard that” you interrupted her finally turning to gaze into her confused eyes.”What I don’t understand is why?” you begged for answers “Why?”

“Control” she said serious “A guarantee they will do as we say and they won’t dare to rebel.”

“And what if they do? You’re gonna just blow the whole planet, Rey?” you huffed.

“No.” she said “No, I can’t do that. Not again, not after what I did to our planets” she told you and you saw her eyes filling with worry, with pain, with regret. “That’s something I just can’t do anymore.”

You watched every detail of her face for a moment. This wasn't her plan, the whole cannon thing was Hux's idea. Her words calming you down a little bit but her eyes, soft and sincere let you trust in her again.

Nodding you murmured a little "Okay"

"Is there something else, Y/N?" She asked concerned. "I sense you a bit tense" There was a lot going on inside your head but it wasn't something you could discuss with her, you trusted her more than before but still not enough.

"No, just that." You told her. "I didn't expect something like that and taking your place on the meeting today was a lot, I don't know how you do it" you said finally in a more relaxed tone, even smiling a little.

"Yeah, it can be too much sometimes" she added with a smile and you shared a small laugh with her, but as much as you tried the images of the holograms kept coming back to your mind, the whole day had been a lot to take, you just wanted to take all of those thoughts out of your head somehow.

"Y/N" she murmured getting back your attention "Are you okay?"

"Yeah" you told her "I just, can't stop thinking. Wish there was a way to just shut my mind " you confessed chuckling.

"Well, I can help you with that" she told you with an irresistible smirk before she leaned to capture your lips, you melted under her touch when she wrapped her arms around you. The effect she had on you was bigger than you would like to admit but feeling her close to you pulled you into a state of calm, so you allowed her to work her magic on you.

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself lost in a trance lying beneath her on the soft mattress, panting and softly moaning as her gentle hands roamed over your body, discovering and memorizing every single spot that made you shiver in pleasure. Felt good to feel her again, her warmth, her touch, the feeling of her lips pressing against your skin.

The world seemed to vanish with every stroke and every caress, every passionate kiss and hungry gaze, the way her fingers always found the right way to your most delicate spots sending new weaves of pure pleasure taking you closer and closer to your high until the only thing you could think of was her and nothing more than her.

Later that night you cuddled up to her, watching the way her chest slowly rose and fell calmly on her sleep, you observed her relaxed face inches away from yours, she looked younger when she was like this even a bit defenseless, not the cold blooded woman everyone thought she was, but the girl from Jakku who waited endless years for her family.

You sensed peace coming from her as she was lost in her dreams, you sensed calm and light. For all the stars, you sensed light in her, you felt the light side of the Force trying to bring her back, fighting against the shadows a bright light shined inside her. You smiled for a moment thinking of what a life could be with Rey, imagined a house in a place surrounded with flowers for her to smell, a quiet place to meditate together and more nights like this. You pictured her enjoying the wind on her hair loose over her shoulders, smiling when she noticed your eyes on her. You hoped someday, after all this war, all this fight this dream could come true but for now you let yourself fall into a deep sleep with the image of what she could be on your mind.

******

The bed was cold when still sleepy you searched for Rey beside you, her comforting warmth was gone and instead you found yourself alone in the big bed. It was early, earlier than usual, even for a training day but Rey were nowhere to be seen. “Another mission” you thought as you tried your best to wake completely up, it was not a strange thing Rey tended to travel a lot to conquer new planets, sometimes she would be gone for weeks but she usually said something, anything.

Reluctantly you left the comfort of your bed and searched for some new clean clothes, dark clothes always matching the side of the force of your master.

You thought for a moment on Finn, was he going to communicate with you today too?.

The hatch of your room opened with ease and a tall man appeared in the doorway. You recognized his posture the second you saw it, his suspicious stare and overconfident grin.

“Supreme Leader requires your presence in the containment area.” General Hux said indifferent. The cells? Why did she want you on the cells?

“Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” you answered with the same cold tone in your voice, it didn’t please you to having him anywhere near you, you didn’t trust him before, you didn’t like him and now after all he said to you you liked him much less.

“Now.” he said with the same tone he used to give orders to his troopers. “She requires you now.”

You stared angrily at him for a moment before following him outside your quarters, you could see he enjoyed giving you orders as there was a very tiny but satisfied grin on his face the whole time you walked slightly behind him in silence.

Ignoring his presence you thought about why the cells and thought the worst, maybe she found out about your talk with Finn, you feared she would have figured it out.

You were a bit glad when you arrived to her side, smiled with the sight of you and even briefly kissed. You felt relieved though the feeling didn’t last enough.

There was a open cell and inside it man on his knees, hands tied on his back observing every move you made.

“Brandon?” you said surprised as a cold shiver ran down your spine.

“So that’s his name” Rey said “I don’t think i ever got to meet him in my time with the Resistance” she smirked.

“What- how?” you mumbled.

“There was a battle last night” Rey rushed to answer “Most of them escaped but my troops captured him and brought him to me.” She said “Of course, I was… busy last night, so he had to wait until now” she spoke in a seductive way as she eyed you from head to toe making sure her guest heard and noticed every remark she made towards you.

But you were frozen next to her, your eyes focused on this man kneeling in front of you. He glanced at you with a stranger grin between angry and satisfied. This man, the one that made you leave the Resistance, the reason you were captured, a mean mouthy pilot that hated you, why did it had to be him?

“What you need of me, Rey?” you murmured finally looking at her.

“I’ve been trying to get information out of him, but he’s not easy to break” Rey said “Perhaps he would speak with a friend.”

“We’re not friends” you told her gazing at him. You weighed your options for a moment, she needed information and so you did if you wanted to help your real friends. If you found that information before her maybe you could do something but if she did… well, then it was the end of the Resistance.

"I'll try" you said serious "Give me a few minutes alone with him" you talked serious, confident of your words.

"Alone?" She said giving you an untrusting look "Are you sure?"

"I am" you told her before capturing her lips for a moment. She had a big smile when you pulled away, she trusted you, you felt it.

"Fine" she said "you have ten minutes" with a last gaze at the prisoner she walked down the hall, her black robes weaving behind her like a shadow as she got lost in the distance of the endless hallway.

You stepped inside the cell and closed the door. He kept silence the whole time just looking at you.

"Look, I know you hate me but we need to help each other right now" you told him "Just tell me something, whatever", you said.

Silence.

"She's gonna kill you if you're not useful" you warned him but still he didn't say a word which made your blood started boiling with anger. "Please, anything just talk to me okay? I'm trying to help" you said "Are you even listening?"

Then you finally heard his voice as he let go a sarcastic laugh that made you close your fist.

"I knew you were with her, I knew you were on her side" he said "I told them but nobody believe me" he chuckled he said before laughing again. "I wish Dameron could see you now or Finn always defending you. I wish they could see who you truly are, Y/N." He mocked "what would they said if they knew you were sleeping with her".

"That's none of your business" you said serious and tried to control yourself. "We're running out of time, Brandon. How are they?"

"Barely holding on thanks to your wicked girlfriend" he said "She just won't stop attacking us, many have died and where were you? Oh yes, probably fucking with her" he huffed.

"Where are they?" You said, you knew he was just teasing you that was just the way he was but still his words were somehow truth and every one of them hurted you.

"And you think I'm going to tell you?" He said “No, you’re just a traitor, did you really changed the rebellion for her? Just so you could get laid?”

“Enough!” you snapped tired of hearing his bullshit. “We're on the same side" you told him, exasperation rumbling in your voice "I don't hope you understand it but I want to save them, all of them in the Resistance and around the galaxy. You haven't seen the things I have and trust me there are more important things to worry about than who I sleep with, So please," you said moving closer to him until you were inches away from him in a threatening tone "tell me where are they."

He looked at you surprised as if he would never expect you to stand against him, there was also fear on his eyes. The cell’s door opened casting the shadow of the intruder over the small cell.

“Did he tell you something?” Rey asked.

“Nothing useful” you said “He’s a complete jerk, everything that comes out of his mouth his bullshit” you said serious yet furious already walking towards the exit of the small room. You felt useless again, he had the ability to annoy you incredibly fast, it was a combination of his sarcastic sentences, the way he knew where to hurt you with his words and that stupid smirk on his face.

His deep laugh rumbled across the room.

"Oh, poor General Organa she's gonna really be hurt when she finds out you're just another disappointment" he said smiling as more and more anger spreaded across your body. Those last words were enough to make you lose it.

Turning around you extended your arm using the Force to lift him off the ground.

“Shut up! I’ve had enough of you” you hissed “You treated me like garbage, you turned the whole Resistance against me forcing me to leave” as you spoke you felt the anger guiding your actions, slowly closing your hand causing him shortness of breath.

Rey smiled satisfied next you, she sensed your anger, your frustration and for the first time you were listening to her lessons: let your emotions guide you.

“Not only that, Y/N” Rey leaned to whisper close to your ear “He sold you to me”

“What the hell did you do?” you murmured “Explain yourself!” you demanded letting go just a bit of the pressure on his neck.

“I contacted her and gave her your coordinates after you left!” he bursted gasping for air. When you thought this man couldn’t be more hideous he came with this making you close your hand a bit more out of pain and anger.

“Kill him” Rey whispered on your ear as she rested her hands softly on your shoulders, encouraging you “You know he deserves to die, you want to kill him I feel it.”

Listening to her words you put more pressure around his neck slowly choking him with the Force. You felt the Force in you, darker than ever but stronger than you had ever felt before. It made you feel powerful, it felt good to have control over this twopenny man. Just a small move with your hand and he would be gone.

“Kill him, Y/N.” Rey whispered.

Brandon gasped for air and taking as much as he could he looked at you.

“You’re a monster” he barely managed to said “Just like her.”

A shiver ran down your spine as your hand opened and released him from your grip dropping to the ground with a loud thud. He gasped and coughed desperately.

“Oh, Y/N you were so close to know your truly potential” Rey said disappointed rising her own hand to end your job and in a few seconds Brandon’s lifeless body laid on the cold ground of the small cell.

Rey walked outside while you contemplated the body on the floor just moments ago you were going to kill, without a doubt, without flinching. It was wrong. The dark side of the Force was still telling you to do it. How could you let it happen?.

“Ready my ship” Rey ordered to a stormtrooper in the hallway. Confused you hurried to reach Rey.

“Where are you going?” you said walking by her side.

“The guy knew where’s the new Resistance��s base” she told you “I searched his mind while you were choking him, thanks by the way” she said “It’s time I put an end to the rebellion.”

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Grandparents Day, Pt. 3

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Peter stops to tie his shoe on the way to the office, and motions for the soldiers to continue, the office is in sight. Walking there, they pass a few empty classrooms, but some have students in them. Like the room that gets used for Academic Decathlon. And guess who sees Peter walking in the hallway?

None other than Eugene "Flash" Thompson.

"Hey, Parker!" he yells. Shit, Peter thinks. "Why aren't you in here? With the rest of your team? Hm?"

"I was coming back, but I just had to show some people to the office and well--they're waiting for me. I'll be back in 15 minutes tops!" he tells his team.

Before he can escape, MJ speaks up; "you better, Peter! You have people depending on you, and if you miss another practice, we have to bench you next competition. You're the smartest here, and we can't afford to bench you, so, please, show up!"

"Yes, MJ! Definitely! I will be here, promise! Give me 15 minutes?" Peter asks hopefully.

She sighs and looks at her watch; "15 minutes, Parker, go." He smiles with relief and sprints to the office to see Steve and Bucky waiting for him.

"Sorry," he apologizes. "I had to talk to my Academic Decathlon team real quick, but I'm here."

"No reason to be sorry. Pete, did you know that your principal--Mr. Morita's--grandfather was Buck and my friend back in our glory days?" Steve smiles.

"Really? No, I didn't know that. Awesome!"

"Yeah, Jimmy, I think, is what we called him. He was a good man," Buck nods at the teen's principal, "We were in the same unit, the 107th. He got captured with me, I think. My memory is still foggy, but I remember that he was my friend."

"Alright, I know you came here to talk to me other than my Grandad. What can I do for you gentlemen?" Morita asks.

"Well, Peter, here, invited us to come to Grandparent's Day on Monday--" Steve begins.

"Ah, yes, I saw that slip. It was given to me when our top student was accused of lying--not to his face, naturally--so I had to check it out. I didn't think it was all that necessary though. I mean, this kid brought in Tony Stark for Parents Day," Morita chuckles.

"Yes, well, we were wondering if everyone could treat us like every other grandparent. I don't want to make a big deal out of it," Bucky replies.

"Yes, of course. I understand perfectly and wouldn't dream of it. My Grandad used to say that he always just wanted to be treated like everyone else and that everything he did, he wanted to and didn't expect any praise."

"Jimmy was a good man. I'm glad you got that gene," Steve smiles. Morita smiles back.

"Thank you, Mr. Morita. I'll try to stop bringing in superheroes so that you don't get any more slips that say I'm a liar," Peter says with a small smile.

Morita chuckles. "I'll ask Mrs. Thatcher to stop sending the complaints to me and instead rip them up." Once out of his office, Morita shakes Steve and Bucky's hands, tells Peter to stay out of trouble and goes back into his office to do some more paperwork.

The three walk down the hallway silently, until Peter breaks it; "hey, I, uh, I have to get back to Decathlon, so I'll see you both at the Tower? It's Thursday and May's working again, so I'm staying there until Monday after dinner."

"Yeah, sure. But, uh, is it okay if we stop by your practice? I mean, we don't have to check it out, it's just that I don't know what Academic Decathlon is and you're involved so I would like to be involved," Steve says sincerely.

"Yeah, no, it's okay Mr. Rog- Steve. Academic Decathlon is an afterschool activity where you go competition and compete against other schools and whichever school figures out the correct answer the fastest wins. Last year, we went to Washington D.C. and won! Well, I mean, I didn't win. I was previously occupied with stopping the Vulture, which was when you both were Rouge. Long story short, I couldn't be there for the competition because Spider-Man was tracking a bad guy. And you both can totally sit-in during practice. It's no big deal." It's a shock to the old heroes that Peter didn't pass out from lack of breath.

”Uh, great! Where’s the restroom?” Steve asks.

”Oh, it’s down this hall, take a left and it’s on the right. We’ll be in the big room over here; just take a right, walk back down the hall, go around the corner and it’s on the left. The floors might be wet though, so I think you should probably take another left walk through the hall, turn past the cafeteria, and take another left. But, then again, they might not be mopping the floors today, so just take a right, walk back down the hall, go around the corner and into the classroom on the left.”

Steve just stared blankly; Bucky chuckled. “I’ll help him out, kiddo. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Mr. Barn-- I mean Bucky! I’ll be in there when you get back,” Peter says quickly and marches into Decathlon.

MJ checks her watch; “17 minutes, Parker. It’s not looking good for you.” He sucks in a breath. MJ was always punctual and got upset when others weren’t. At his worried expression, she laughs. "I'm just fucking with you, loser. You were gone for, like, less than 13, so chill out." Even though it sounds like a jab at him, Peter knows better. She's worried about him. He’s not showing up to Decathlon, which isn't new, but he's been.. different since whatever it was that the Avengers are keeping from everyone. No one knows what it is; there are many conspiracies, but the Avengers have confirmed nothing other than yes people disappeared but they’re back and okay now. Which doesn’t make any sense, but most people have gotten over it by now.

“Thanks, MJ,” Peter replies; the two exchange smiles.

“If you guys are done staring into each other's eyes, can we get back to practice?” Flash groans loudly.

“Oh, shut up Eugene. Some people can actually have friends; did you know that? That people can actually enjoy other people’s company?” When Flash doesn’t comment, MJ continues, “I know right! Mind-blowing!”

After a huff, Flash backs off; "whatever. Let's just get back to practice."

"Awesome. First question! What is the atomic number for chlorine?"

With a ding of the bell, Peter answers, "17." He's just relieved that everyone is done arguing.

"Correct. What is the capital of Monaco?"

Another ding. "Monte Carlo," Abe answers.

"Nice. How old was Queen Elizabeth the First when she became queen and what year was it?"

Ding. "It was 1558 and she was 26 years old," Flash answered cockily.

"Nope, close though; she was 25. Maybe next time Eu-" she was abruptly cut off by a loud gasp from Ned. Peter turned to see what had happened and winced (of course, they had to make a dramatic entrance).

"Holy shit," Ned whispered under his breath.

"It's them," Abe exclaimed, just as star struck.

"Uh, hello everyone," Bucky said awkwardly. Steve laughed and tried to cover it up with a cough; he received a deadly glare from the ex-assassin.

Mr. Harrington snapped out of his awe quicker than the rest of them. "Hi, Mr. America-- I--I mean Mr. Rogers! Can we help you with anything?" His voice cracked at 'anything'. Peter try as he may to control it, let a chuckle slip.

"Uh, no, Mr--?"

"Harrington."

"Mr. Harrington," Steve finished. "We just wanted to sit in and see what School Decathlon was all about."

"You dumbass," Bucky said and hit the back of Steve's head. "It's Academic Decathlon. Not School Decathlon."

MJ chuckled and almost every Decathlon member's eyes snapped to her. "What? It's funny," she told them with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah, Michelle. It's so funny. Violence is so funny. Since you think it's so funny, you should really rethink being the captain and hand it off to someone who deserves it," Flash smiled innocently.

"Yes, you're right. Eugene. I think I'll give the Captain title to Parker," she replied, smug.

"Penis!?” Flash exploded. “Him!? Really!? But he doesn't even show up!"

Peter had his eyes trained on Bucky from the moment Flash opened his mouth. You bet he saw the way Bucky's eyes darkened and how took a menacing step forward.

Steve put a hand in front of Bucky to stop him from doing something he would regret. Like decking a 16-year-old. Steve whispered a "keep calm," and Peter's

hearing picked it up.

"What did you just call him," Bucky demanded. Flash went white a shade white but didn't answer. "What. Did you call him," he growled.

"I-I called him Peter, sir-sir," Flash stuttered out, eyes wide.

"Liar." The glare directed at Flash was deafening. "What did you call him." Silence. "Answer honestly. What did you call him."

"I called him Penis," Flash said confidently as if it would erase his nervous stutter from before, but he still shrank back and dropped Bucky's gaze the moment they met.

Bucky’s glare intensifies ten fold. Steve clears his throat as if to distract his friend from murdering a teenager. “So, uh, Mr. Harrison,” Steve says addressing the supervisor of the club.

Bucky interrupts, “if one of your students is being bullied, do something about it. We’ll be over here watching the rest of practice.” And with that, he drags Steve over to an empty table and makes himself comfortable.

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Well, it's hard for me to believe that I made my first post... this one right here... a year ago today. What a wild and crazy ride it's been!

Having never been part of a fandom, I was really a fish out of water. What's a headcanon? An OTP? How is an MC different than an OC, and what is an FC? What the hell is an AU? Do they have to have aliens and spaceships?

I thought you read, posted some stories, and prayed for a few readers who cared. I had ZERO idea of the drama that could ensue. It still baffles me.

I didn't know what anons were. I didn't know people frequently used them to be vile toward one another over the prettiest of shit. I didn't realize if you ignore hateful anons (something I suggest you do - really), hate blogs could emerge. Scratching my head still...

In spite of all that, I think the fandom is a little microcosm of life. Because while there is bad in it, the good overshadows it for sure. For every person who has been rude, ten have been kind. For every one who tries to tear down, a dozen are there to build up.

At its core, this is a community that has been brought together by our love for little pixelated people and a story created around them. We should try to stick to that simplicity, it would be so much better for all.

But on a personal note, I have grown. I was petrified of posting my first fic. I didn't believe in myself at all then, but I do now. I didn't expect that I'd receive messages from readers who shared that reading my silly stuff helped them through illness, sadness, or even decide to leave toxic relationships. Honestly, nothing has meant more. I didn't know these things happened, and that's where we are all at our best. When we let a shared love make us better people who are here to see each other through.

The fandom is dwindling, and I honestly wonder if it will still be here a year from now. But that largely depends on us. I know some writers say we'll be here until we're little old ladies with a circle of five readers. All I can say is I'll do my part to keep it going, and I hope you do yours.

To every single person who has taken the time to read my works, to send me a note, to interact, to become a friend - I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I hope I have brought you as much joy as you have given to me. THANK YOU. Sincerely. 💕💕💕

Delaying the Inevitable: Chapter 1: Inevitable

Book: Open Heart Book 3

Series: Delaying the Inevitable

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Rating: Chapter- Teen

Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter, Ethan and Casey have returned from Hawaii and they are finally official. (The story begins Ethan/Casey-centric, which will change as the story develops. )

Category: Extended Series

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello, this is my first foray into fan fiction and I am very excited! I am still getting formatting down, so please be patient with me. :) This story takes off from OH3 Chapter 11, returning from Inez's wedding in Hawaii. This assumes Ethan has been Casey's (MC's) primary love interest and her sole love interest since the start of Book 2. It also assumes a brief romantic entanglement with Dr. Bryce Lahela in Book 1. Edenbrook merged with another hospital system, Leland Bloom has not purchased it, nor is he involved in the story. The story begins with Ethan being Casey's sole love interest, but that will change over time. Who she will end up with will not be known until the end. I hope to add 2 chapters each Friday. I hope you enjoy this story!

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Casey smiled softly as she gazed out the window. The sun was shining through the feather-like clouds that filled the sky. Beautiful pink and orange hues created a scene so ethereal, she began to wonder if this was all a dream. A quick glance at her lap alleviated her fears, there it was, Ethan’s hand tightly entwined with hers. Her smile brightened as she turned to place a gentle kiss atop his head which was rested on her shoulder as he slept.

They had taken turns sleeping on one another for the better part of a ten-hour flight back to Boston and, this time, they did not care if they were in full view of their co-workers on board. It was doubtful that anyone was shocked, most knew there was something special between them for some time. After all, Ethan passionately kissed her at the hospital gala, they were occasionally caught holding hands as they strolled around town and it was impossible to ignore the way their faces lit up whenever the other entered a room. Nevertheless, neither ever confirmed, nor denied, the nature of their relationship. In a way, that is because they questioned it themselves. Their passion for, and devotion to, each other was palpable, yet they seemed unable to take the next step, not even when Casey nearly lost her life the year before. But that all changed last night, the scene was so perfect it could have been a movie set. As they strolled together, hand in hand, under a canopy of stars with gentle waves rolling at their feet, Ethan took her in his arms and said out loud what his heart knew for so long: she was the love of his life, his soul mate, and the woman he wanted to build his future with. Casey had long dreamt of that moment, one that she felt was inevitable. Casey was uniquely suited for Ethan. She loved him with all her heart, yet she was confident and secure enough to muster up the patience needed to wait as he slowly chipped away at the walls he had spent decades creating. She knew what was in his heart, it was his head that needed to catch up. She believed that he and what they shared were worth waiting for. And now, it was no longer a dream, they were both living the reality they richly deserved.

All public displays of affection ceased as Ethan drove Casey home from the airport; it was not from his lack of trying, but because of her reprimanding.

“Ethan, you need to concentrate on the road. You are exhausted and I want us both to remain in one piece! We have a lot of time to make up for.”

Jackie chimed in from the back seat. “Just to be clear, it’s only the two of you who need to remain in one piece. Aurora and I are expendable? Do I have this right?”

Aurora chuckled, “I think Casey wants us in one piece too. After all, who else will be willing to cover her shifts when she needs to…. make up for lost time.”

The three friends all broke into laughter. “Very funny,” Ethan said as they pulled up in front of their apartment, “It’s good to know that the three of you have comedy to fall back on if the medical field does not work out for you.”

He stepped out of his double-parked car to help the women with their bags. At the door, Jackie fumbled in her purse attempting to find the front door keys.

As they waited, Ethan spun Casey around and looked her in the eyes, taking her face in his hands, “I love you Casey MacTavish, I love you so much.”

She threw her arms around his waist as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips. “I love you too, Ethan Ramsey. And don’t you ever forget it.”

A loud horn honked pulling them out of this tender moment, an angry driver was waving his fist out the window demanding Ethan move his car. “Hold on!” Ethan yelled before giving Casey one last kiss on the cheek. “I guess I should go. I’ll let you know when I am home.”

“Please be careful driving!”, she yelled after him. When he reached the gate, he turned around one last time, “I love you,” he said as Casey watched his car pull away.

When she turned she found Jackie and Aurora staring at her, their mouths agape. “What?” She said as she took the keys from Jackie’s hand and slid them into the door, “If the two of you keep your mouths open like that, you’re going to catch flies.”

She pushed the door to their apartment open and tossed her bags on the floor, “I think I’ll make a pot of decaf, would you like some?” Casey asked impishly as she strolled to the kitchen.

“Well, yes,” Aurora answered, “but wait just a minute, you have some explaining to do Dr. MacTavish.”

“Damn right you do!” added Jackie, “You seriously don’t think you’re getting away with being coy! We just witnessed that sickeningly sweet scene and use the “L-word”! You need to talk!”

At that very moment, Sienna and Elijah made their way in the front door. “Wait, what? L word? Who said the L-word? What did I miss?” Sienna exclaimed.

“It was me!” Aurora squealed as she dramatically threw her arms around Jackie’s neck, “Our secret is out!”

Jackie laughed and jokingly pushed Aurora away, “First of all, who are you, and what did you do with Aurora. Second, as if you would ever be smart enough to come over to my team!”

Casey smiled as she poured coffee for her friends. “So, can you believe how quickly that trip went?” she said.

Jackie took Casey’s coffee cup out of her hand and placed it on the table. “Nope! Not changing the subject. You do not get to plant a kiss on Ethan, drop the L word, and not share with the class, now SPILL!”

Sienna covered her mouth and gasped. Elijah’s eyes bulged as he yelled, “What? Damn, Jackie’s right, you better spill now Casey, and I don’t mean your coffee!”

Casey beamed and let out a giggle, “Well, we decided to make things official! And, guys, I am soooo head over heels in love with him!”

Sienna squealed and practically jumped over the table to wrap Casey in a hug.

Aurora shook her head, “It took you two long enough!”

Elijah made his way over to Casey and gave her a high-five, “Woah!!! I mean, it’s not as if I didn’t see the display you two were put on during the flight home, but damn, the L word! Awesome!”

Jackie squeezed Casey’s shoulder, “I am just glad his ass finally realized he better step up. You are prime real estate girl, and it was only a matter of time before someone took you off the market!”

Jackie lifted her coffee mug, “It’s not exactly champagne, but it will have to do for now. To Casey and Ethan, for FINALLY admitting what we knew all along.” “To Casey and Ethan!” they all cheer.

“Thank you, guys! But I suggest we save the celebrating for another time. I can barely keep my eyes open, and we are all due at work in seven hours.”

Aurora stood to walk out of the kitchen, “I support that decision! Good-night!”

Casey slid under her comforter and stared at the pillow next to her, wishing Ethan was there with her, but then she smiled because she knew would be many of those nights ahead. She rolled over to retrieve her phone from the nightstand, a text notification just came through.

Casey rolled over and fell asleep easily, realizing her dream was finally a reality.

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics CHAPTER TWO: https://jerzwriter.tumblr.com/post/652462221637697536/delaying-the-inevitable-chapter-2-spreading-the Series Masterlist: https://jerzwriter.tumblr.com/post/655432139766185984/delaying-the-inevitable-masterlist

[sinner-min-bun]

Strangers▪️Min Yoongi

[A Min Yoongi x Reader Oneshot]

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⚜🌳⚜

It's a been three years since Mina's father past away.

Her life took a turn for the worse, becoming emotionally isolated, seeking thrills in the form of violent acts, and Befriending a dangerous crowd. Inevitably turning her boyfriend Taehyung, back to the habit of living a dangerous and carefree lifestyle. One he had abandoned in order to be accepted by Mina, since she wasn't fund of that toxic lifestyle.

Yes, she was aware of these changes but did so little to fix them. Barely acknowledging others around her.

We all learn to cope one way or another. Now blinding herself of everyone else's pain, was hers.

Mother thought it was only a matter of time, “She'll soon recover, it's nothing but a minimal trip on the road ahead of Her”. Pressing the bridge of her nose, clearing her blurry vision as she spoke to Taehyung, whom was doing the most to bring Mina out of her depressive state of mind.

"Mina you will be back to your normal, cheerful self and everything will be okay" she insisted. Threatening Taehyung every now and then to scare him off, even thought it was of no use.

She held a special place in his heart, “She might be right…” he thought, exiting Mina’s home without a goodbye.

Opening the umbrella as he stepped outside into the rain, “Maybe I'm not the one to fix you” his cries being masked by the pouring raín.

             **********One Year Later************

Mina's Point of View

Taking In the night scenery, "It's quiet tonight. Perfect night to admire the stars, barely visible to the naked eye yet was able to illuminate the night sky." Thinking to myself as I walked further into the park’s pathways.

The fresh air lightly brushed my face. Walking around the park late at night. Always my to go spot when I couldn't sleep.

Nothing unusual in particular, so like any other night, I went for a twenty minute walk to a park. One we had a block or two near my apartment. I would sneak out making sure mother wouldn't hear me and wake up– She hates when I do that.

You see, after my father's death she became depressed. Drowned her sorrows down with a bottle of wine. Every now and then she would vow never to touch another drop again.

"Empty promises…" that's all they were at this point. Reliving every moment she would make that promise. Just to break it days or even hours later.

I'll have to admit, this year has been a bit different from the two before. Breaking the gut wrenching habit of bringing in stranger's into the apartment.

I'm glad. Unable to forget the occasion when one of them almost tried his luck with me. It filled me with rage. Needless to say, I've gained a few skills here and there as I roamed the streets at night, dangerous streets. Including weaponry thanks to the guy I still would wholeheartedly consider my boyfriend Taehyung. Even after knowing nothing of his whereabouts. Taking a piece of me with him.

Although he's the sweetest guy you'll ever met. He's got his own dark past he refused to open up, which I respect and leave that subject aside. But I'll be lying if I said I wasn't curious as to what it could've been.      

Emitting a deep sigh. “I was weak, maybe that's why you decided to leave…” Raising my head to avoid tearing up.

                             *****************

Combing my fingers through my hair, I looked at the clock in my phone screen. "Wow, this time I took longer than usual".

Standing on the same spot, lost in my own thoughts again for so long. Almost appeared to be about ten minutes.

"I better get going" my voice being the only sound I could hear.

It tends to get dangerous around 12:30 at night.

You know what they say "the creeps come out at night". Yea all the kidnappers, druggies, drug dealers, and more.

As I continue my walk to exit the park. My fear turned reality.

"Oh shit". I thought to myself

I could feel a presence. Someone was following me.

"For fuck sake this is why I keep track of my time." Mentally Cursing myself with every obscenity known to man.

I prepared myself, slowly sliding the pocket knife in  between my middle and index finger, a part of the knife peeking out my sweater.

Turning left I stepped into the small bridge, taking me across the other side of the lake.

It gave me the chance to hear his footsteps as he walked on to the bridge.

Ten steps. That's how far he was behind me. ‘God Dammit...I couldn't do much at this point’.

"Plan B". I took out my phone making it seem like I didn't notice the moron behind me and pretended to send a text to Taehyung’s old phone number.

<<To: Tae <3 >>

I miss you… help

[Message SEND]

"What's a pretty little thing doing here...this late at night" The stranger said.

Those words send chills down my back. "Fuck off" was the only words I could phrase together.

"Listen I can show you a good time, if you're willing to come with me" he added. His voice getting closer and closer, I could feel his hot breath.

"No thanks" being my final answer.  

He kept insisting. Quickly getting tired of my attitude. As I was about to swing the knife towards his face. He managed to yank me by the shoulder.

"Let me go!" I yelled, getting loose of his grip. But his strength surpassed mine by a lot.

"HEY I SAID LET ME GO!" I yelled even louder hoping this time I would manage to get away.

Without a warning the man kissed the wooden boards of the bridge. Accidentally bringing me down with him.

He let go of me. I got up rubbing my shoulder now containing a large bruise.

I looked down to see him on the ground trying to cover his bloody nose and busted lip.

"Who the hell are you" I said startled by another stranger.

Giving no thought that he just saved me from a lunatic. "Great Now what do you want huh? I whined.

"Well a thank you should be enough" he said putting his hands back into his jacket.

"I could've handled it myself thank you very much" tired and aggravated from the creep before not wanting to deal with another one.

"Yea I could tell from the way he almost dragged you away" he said beginning to walk away from where we stood.

Although I didn't want to admit it, he was right.

"Thank you" I said before I started walking back to the other side of the bridge.

"Wait up"

It was him again, ‘what does he want now’.

"Listen I didn't mean to come out as rude back there. But you really shouldn't be walking alone this late at night"

"You don't need to worry about me, I can handle myself, plus I called my boyfriend."

I lied.

"Oh really. I don't see him anywhere" He taunted, moving his hand to show no one in sight.

A knot formed in my neck as I tried to swallow. My next few words coming out broken. "He p-probably didn't receive my message"

I lied again.

I increased my pace in order to lose him. I had to, before tears began to form. There's one thing I hated more than my mother drinking and that was crying.

To be specific people seeing me cry. It made me feel weak and that's something I never want to show.

"Well if that's the case, I'm not leaving you all alone to wander elsewhere. I'll walk you home". His offer sounding sincere to his word as he flashed a gummy smile.

The corner of my mouth twitched, almost wanting to smile.

"If I do, will that make you go away" expecting a simple answer.

"Yea... for now" he said said playfully nudging my arm.

"Ash..." I rolled my eyes in annoyance letting out a smile this time.

"Don't lie to me. A deal is a deal" I stated making sure he knew not to cross boundaries.

He Began to speak trying to engage in conversation.

"The sky seems brighter with the stars shining every now and then" I said staring up at the sky.

A shimmer in his eyes "Yeah it is." He agreed, taking off his hat to slightly fix it for a better view. "It's the beauty we see in the small imperfections nature has to offer."

I stared up at the Night sky.

Droplets of water landing on our faces. We kept walking and talking a bit more sharing laughs and small chuckles here and there.

The walk was only twenty minutes but it felt longer and I was grateful for it.

Across the streets there it was, my apartment. All the lights from every other apartment was off including mine. Which was a good sign, indicating my mother was still in deep slumber.

"Well this is it. Thank you again and goodbye" I said waiting for the light to turn red.

I walked away, still feeling his eyes on me every step of the way. Forbidding myself to turn back.

I hope we meet again stranger.

[tomodachiguy]

[accent]

i can’t believe this i actually have to do this dank meme

FINE LET ME FINISH WRITING THIS REPLY FIRST GOSH

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ A LOT OF SAND AND WAVES ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: none. Yesterday I went to the beach with my family and that fluffy idea came to me like a flash light. Thanks to everyone who help me to decide!

Word count: about 3.1k

Warnings: none. Just a bunch of fluff.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine

Masterlist.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, what’s up, Leti?”

“Are you working?”

“Yeah, till four, why?”

“Don’ ask me how I did it, but I convinced the guys to go tomorrow to the beach. In San Diego”.

“Sounds good, but I’m not sure if I could go. I have a surgery waiting, and you know…”

“Yeah, your hands. Is it too long?”

“Maybe six or seven hours, not sure”.

“C'mon, mami! You said you don't work until next Thursday!”

Gilly's shouts make you laugh rubbing your eyes.

“Okay I'll try, I'll try. I promise”.

“We will go to Mission Bay. So if you want, we see you there!”

Hanging up the call and giving a last sip to your coffee, you throw the empty paper cup to the bin. Checking the hour on your phone, you know that it's going to be a long, long night. But the idea of spending some time with Bishops makes you tickle in your stomach. Coco introduced you to the crew almost a year ago, like a friend, and he stole your attention. At the first party you joined them, you were almost the whole dawn with him. Dancing, drinking, talking. He was more interesting and funny than you could think, and maybe you felt somekind of connection that you never felt before. So, yes. You would like to go with them, but you have to wait till waking up tomorrow to find out if your hands can handle a four hours trip driving.

“Good morning, bella durmiente! How was the surgery?”.

“Hm… my hands are fucked”.

“So, it went well, we have to celebrate it”.

“Yeah, but… not sure if I can drive to San Diego”.

“Oh, c'mon, please… We're gonna stay here by night too. Coming back tomorrow, take a bus! I'm sure Bishop would b—”.

“Stop!” You say laughing loud to your phone over the bed, while you do some exercise with all your fingers to bring back some mobility.

“(Y/N), you know that it's an amazing opp— Angel already bought you a ticket. In one hour. Sending you by email, bye!”

Before you can complain about it, she has already hung up the call. You end up serving some coffee in a termo, before picking up your towel and some clean clothes, besides an external battery and some hygienic stuff. Bandaging your hands, over a thin layer of cortisone cream, you're ready to walk to the bus station of Santo Padre, ten minutes away from your house. At least, you have three hours of trip to rest a little more, falling asleep as soon as you sit down on your seat. So the next time you open your eyes, you're already in San Diego. Waiting for the other passengers to get out, closing and opening your hands once and again, you step out then. Carrying your bag in your right shoulder and your phone in the left hand, you wear the pair of sunglasses looking for Bishop.

“Eh, boxer”.

His hoarse voice calls your attention, finding him next to the entrance, resting against his motorbike. You can't help but draw a soft and tired smile on your lips, leading your steps towards him, raising both hands on air to show the man your cool white bandages with black stripes. The mexican receives you into his arms in a gentle and dearly hug, surrounding your lower back and your neck for some long seconds.

“The guys are waiting for us to have lunch”.

“Cool… Last time I ate was nine and it was dark”. You just say placing well on your bag, before setting on the helmet.

The drive doesn't take you more than ten minutes, grabbed to Bishop's abdomen and with your chin over his shoulder. You can see him smiling like a fool, knowing that he's delighted that you're going to join them. But mostly, because you are with him. The warm and soft breeze of San Diego makes you close your eyes, fully relaxed, focusing on the smell that floods your lungs, mixing the salty ocean's and Bishop's scent. Your arms surround his body somewhat tight, feeling one of his hands caressing your right thigh with his huge hands placed on and his thumb making the honors over your skin, bristling it without mercy. But much to your regret, the engine stops some short minutes before, standing up from the bike when you're able to do it.

“Give me your bag, querida. I'm going to be your nurse today”. He says, after keeping the helmet you used with the other.

“Qué caballeroso…” (What a gentleman). You tease him, as if normally he isn't.

“Just earning a beach-quickl—”.

“Fuck, Bishop!” You laugh, hitting his shoulder, regretting it immediately when a lash of pain crosses your palm.

“That's called karma”. He says walking backwards to the entrance, pointing you with a finger. “The women are always asking for men's sincerity, and when we give you… You're too violent to be this small, preciosa”.

“Pendejo”.

“YAY, YOU CAME!” Leti looks surprised, making you twist back your head confused.

“Sounds like if… I had another option”. You purr with your lips, before greeting the guys. “Tell me y—”.

“I did”. Taza just says, seeing you pout at him before hugging you. “I will give you a massage later”.

“Mi angelito de la guarda”. (My guardian angel). You can't help but sigh a little alleviated, knowing that he brought a cream he makes with weed oil, coco water and aloe vera.

Actually, it was a good idea to come to the beach, having so much fun in the lunch by seeing all the men more relaxed than in Santo Padre. Being normal people. A family enjoying two days off from all the problems and the dangers they're sinked in every damn day. Bishop was focused on you the whole time, serving your drink in the glass, cutting your food into pieces so you can have to do any effort (...). Everything under the sideways looks of the others. Sometimes you look like another couple with simple gestures, that both do delighted.

After having full enough your stomachs, the guys lead you to the beach where they left the umbrellas and the towels, placing yours next to Bishop's and sitting there after taking off your clothes, but on your black bikini. Unveiling your hands, you do your best to spread the sunscreen all over your body, until the mexican grabs the bottle from your fingers to sit behind you with a ‘lean forward’ on his lips. Feeling his cold hands because the cream on your back gives you a soft chill, curling your legs against your chest and resting your chin over them. Closing your eyes, focusing all your senses on every move he does, you try not to fall asleep. Starting by your shoulders and pressing your neck with both thumbs, his hands travel down your spine making sure he's helping you to get somewhat less tense, at the same time that puts well on the sunscreen.

When it's ready, he stands up on his feet to grab Taza's cream to help you with your hands. That time, he kneels in front of you, spreading it from your forearms to the tip of your fingers, so carefully and concentrated, that you can't help but look at him with a goofy smile until it's done.

“Thank you”. You just say.

“Anytime, querida”. He whispers, pulling a tuft of your hair behind your right ear, leaning towards you to kiss your cheek. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think I need twenty minutes more of sleep, but you can go with the guys to the water, if you want”. Shrugging your shoulders, you let your back fall down to the towel.

“I spend too much time with them, and I haven't seen you a single second for the last four days”. He chuckles lying by your side, straining an arm under your neck to put you closer to him. “Let me enjoy at least twenty minutes”.

His resigned sigh makes you laugh almost in silence, while his free hand gets placed on your back, leaving some ephemeral caresses from top to bottom. And you feel as if you were in paradise. You're practically drinking each other's breathings, with closed eyes and your nose touching Bishop's. Your fingers get tangled slightly in the short hair of the mexican, taking pleasure of the peace that it's surrounding you right now.

“I didn't want you to come”. He mutters from nowhere, not opening his eyes, not opening yours. With a calm tone of voice, a little sleepy.

“Why?”

“You were tired, your hands hurt. You need to rest, (Y/N)”.

“I'm resting now. And I couldn't ask for a better way to do it. I think I'm gonna complain about my hands often, so you will take care of me”.

Bishop chuckles drowsy, shaking his head just for a second.

“Anything else, su majestad?” (Your Majesty).

“A kiss”. Murmuring, you get somewhat comfy under his arms.

You're aware of the same desire to kiss you that he feels for you, as you feel, but on the other hand, you weren't expecting him to really do it. His lips gently press yours, before catching them among his. Traveling down one of your hands to the side of his neck, Bishop holds you closer, keeping a low pace of his mouth enjoying the taste and the touch of yours. Unconsciously and by inertia, your left right surrounds his waist. His fingers touring your thigh slowly, makes your first kiss a little better. Biting softly his lower lip, you steal him a heavy sigh, stretching your skin under his huge hand. He wants you closer, and you too. But for the moment, that's pretty enough.

“You should complain about your hands often”. He mumbles almost touching your lips with every syllable.

“I will”.

Sinking your face into his neck, you're trying to fall asleep focused on his breath, hearing a bunch of steps over the sand coming closer. Some whispers talking about you two, thinking that you're sleeping but you're actually trying not to laugh, feeling how Bishop gets a little tense because of the low comments.

“Don't forget I'm your fucking boss”. Bishop growls, freezing everyone's blood. And you can't help but break into laughter.

“Shit”. Coco soughs hiding behind Angel's back, because the oldest Reyes is the tallest of all.

“Nah, c'mon, Bish. Enjoy your d—”.

Before Angel can finish the sentence, the mexican hits his leg, making him fall down over Coco. A lot of cursing in spanish appears under the umbrellas, getting mixed with the loud laughs that make you sit up on your towel almost drowning. Watching them trying to get up only makes it better.

“Oh, man, I wish I could record it”. Gilly's laughs are over the others, with an arm on Creeper's left shoulder. “Damn, prez, repeat it, please…”

“Stop bothering him”. You say holding the angry man between your arms, before lying again on your towels.

“Pendejos mal paridos…” He barks mumbling.

“Don't listen to them”.

“I'm… going to fuck them up as soon as we retur—”.

“Obispo, stop”. You chuckle, leaning up slightly to kiss his cheek.

Finally, you are able to sleep for some minutes, while the guys share some beers playing cards, listening latin music in a low volumen to not continue annoying him. And even if you don't rest for more than twenty or thirty minutes, it's like you have been sleeping for the whole day, because of the comfort you feel under his grip and the caresses in your hair. Opening again your eyes, you raise up your head over his shoulders to find half of the crew on their towels, and the other half playing with a bouncy ball on the shore, just like kids. Taking the advantage that no one is looking, to avoid that they tease you again, you press your lips onto his. Slowly, calmly, with his arms hugging your body tightly as Bishop tucks his tongue in your mouth peacefully looking for yours. You feel some tickles in your stomach when they meet, as he feels more relaxed. El Presidente really is into you. He really has more feelings than he wants to admit, until he knows that you have the same sensation on your chest every time you are close to him. Now, he's seeing it. That maybe you two are having a good opportunity.

And you don't want to stop, drowning a slight gasp against his mouth when it gets a little intense that you expected, forgetting for a second where you are and who is surrounding you. Fucking the especial moment when you hear Coco saying that the hotel rooms are already booked, and that you can ocuppy yours whenever you want. Bishop is about to get up, when you stop him by a hand on his chest. You're going to take care of it this time. Shaking the sand on your body, you wear his sunglasses, walking towards the crew in the water. Coco is looking at you somewhat confused, while the president calls Taza, Tranq and Riz attention to enjoy the show. And before he can say anything else, or ask about what you are going to do seeing how you open, close and repeat the gesture with your right hand, you hit his temple with your palm. And it hurts a little, but the laugh is worth everything.

“Yo! Mami! What was that?!” He complains offended.

“A wave”. You just say, provoking that every laughter of your friends gets louder.

“Mami…” He pouts at you, rubbing that side of his face.

“Do you want a tsunami?”

He doesn't answer, while Leti starts to cough in tears.

“I imagined”. You add then, narrowing your eyes under the aviator sunglasses.

Coming back to the umbrellas, the eldest members clap at you while making them a feigned reverence.

After having a deserved shower in the room you're going to share with Gabriela and Leti, you fall down over the bed waiting for them to get ready for some party time after dinner. And while they choose dresses, more makeup that you have never put on and high heels, you choose some comfy shorts, a white body with bare back and your sneakers. Of course, you're not in that mood after four horrible nights working. Before leaving the hotel, you apply a few more cream on your hands, feeling so much better and using clean bandages to cover them. Meeting the guys at the hall, you go out to find a place to have some dinner, ending up in the same restaurant you have been at noon. The food is pretty good, so you go to the secure one. But this time is a little different since then.

You can't avoid having your right hand on Bishop's nape, caressing his scalp while the table talks about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and enjoying. Urging you to put your right leg over his left, hanging from it, he caresses your thigh a little assorted as if it was something normal, and natural on him. But it's not, and that makes that gesture more special. You couldn't ask for anything better, until he kisses your cheek without expecting to place his free arm over your shoulders, without caring about if Coco or Angel dares to make another of their occurrences. You two are very sure that you made them understand to not fuck up with Bishop in front of you, even if you find it funny.

Outside of the restaurant, after having a revitalizing dinner, the crew begin to propose different plans. But the mere fact of thinking in a crowded place, with loud music and a mix of smells, makes you yawn inevitably. Leti is killing you with her gaze.

“Yo! Bitch, don' you dare to tell me that you're goen' to sleep”.

“I did—”. Trying to excuse yourself, Bishop interrupts you.

“She doesn't. But I am an old man who needs his eight hours of sleep”.

“Then, good night, mummy”. She's about to take you off from his arms, while he turns around to give her his back.

“I need a nurse to take care of my disabilities”.

“C'mon, Bish! You've been hoarding her the whole day! And I invited her, not you!” She frowns while you laugh. “I hope at least you make her cum…”

“Leticia!” You shout, while Coco palms her nape.

“Mummies don' cum, you dumbass, they just… lie do—”.

“Angel, I swear I am going to break your legs next time”.

“Whatever, Tutankhamun. Enjoy your night”. Your friend rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh.

“We can come back next week, when I have holidays”. You say palming her forehead, making her laugh before leaving back to the hotel.

And you just get separated in it enough time to clean your teeth and grab the charger for your phone, going to his room after that. You're not nervous, but a little excited of having some time alone. Finally. Not to do anything specifically, but to enjoy him being de-stressed. While he's in the bathroom, you take off your clothes to wear the shirt he has left for you on the mattress. Smells like him and that it's driving you insane, crawling over the bed to fall close to the pillows, fighting against your tiredness to not fall asleep this soon.

Having your eyes closed, you feel the side next to yours sinking a little, until his strong arms find your body to wrap it against his chest after turning off the lights. Turning under his grip and intertwining your hands and your legs, Bishop rests his cheek on yours, being able to see part of the pacific ocean from the window in front of your eyes. It's magic. Pure magic.

“Listen…” He mutters getting somewhat comfy, having a deep breath his nose sinked into your neck. “Maybe I can't promise you a life that a normal man could give you, but I'm going to make it worth every second”.

“Bish”.

“Hm…?”

“Do you love me?”.

“Yes, I do, preciosa”.

“That's everything I need”. Turning just a little, you smirk softly at him. “I don't want a normal life. I want to spend it with you”.

“I hope you never regret these words”.

“I only could regret them because they aren't enough to express how I feel when you're close to me. When you touch me. When you pronounce my name”. Replying that, you lie down again under his grip, leaving a soft kiss on his right forearm. “I love you, Bishop. I couldn't regret it”.

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