#i'm about to delete everything so get it while it's hot

[in-sufficientdata]

[iwritewhump]

to the anon who sent ask AGES ago about hero finding villain on a ledge bleeding, please know that it's inspired so many of my fics but i'm still working on coming up with something more like the prompt! also please know i love you.

[stellarsturniolos]

━━ ⟢ ‘ALL MINE’ ╰  C.S.

・ ˖  ✦ ⋄ .  part 2 of practice makes perfect.

warnings: smut, cursing, female receiving, i think that's everything.

A/N: reblogs and likes are appreciated! i do NOT give consent for my work to be copied or uploaded to any other platform. thank you.

it's been two weeks.

two weeks since you last saw chris. since you last answered any of his texts or saw his face.

you haven't been avoiding him per se.

you've just been busy.

at least that's what you told him the one and only time you replied to his many, many, many text messages.

but, truthfully, it was a lie.

you just can't bring yourself to face him. because the last time you saw him, you had his dick in your throat and now all you can think about is doing it again.

and that's just... wrong.

he's your best friend. nothing more.

you miss him. you miss your best friend. you miss the way things were before you knew what he tasted like. before you knew how good his cock felt on your tongue.

you feel so ashamed.

every time you think of him, you can hear his voice. "next time.. i wanna taste you.."

you can't stop yourself from wanting him. your eyes nearly roll back in your head when you imagine how fucking good his tongue would feel on your body. how soft his lips must be.

you groan and toss your head back against the couch cushions.

you reach for your phone and open your text messages with chris. you type, then delete.

type, delete.

type, delete.

you toss your phone across the room and groan again. you're so glad your roommate isn't home to see how desperate and fucking pathetic you've become.

you stand up and trudge into the kitchen. you intend to steal? borrow? one of your roommate's bottles of wine. maybe if you get drunk, you'll forget about chris and how fucking hot he is. how sexy he sounds when he comes undone.

maybe you'll forget. at least for a little while.

but your plan is foiled by a knock at the door.

you wander over to the door and stand up on your toes to gaze through the peephole. your knees instantly begin to shake and the room suddenly feels very cold, even though it's hot as hell in your apartment at all times.

you open the door and force a small smile. "hey.. what are you doing here?"

"i came to see you." chris states. he shoves the door open a bit more and steps inside. "you've been avoiding me. and i wanna know why."

you take several steps back. being so close to him is making you feel things you shouldn't feel. not for your best friend. "i've just been busy.. i told you that.."

"yeah, you did say that. but i don't believe you." he doesn't sound angry. just confused and disappointed. "look, if i said or did something wrong, i'm really sorry. i just want my best friend back."

you don't say anything. you don't know what to say.

"i miss you. matt and nick miss you. you haven't talked to any of us in weeks, and i hate it. if i need to get down on my knees and beg for your forgiveness i will, even though i don't even know what i did wrong. i just want you to –,"

you cut him off. "it's not your fault. it's just.. do you remember what happened the last time we hung out?"

he runs his fingers through his hair, one of his nervous habits. "of course i do. how could i forget?"

"okay, well... i can't stop thinking about it." you admit, averting your gaze. you feel the warmth flooding into your cheeks. "and i know it's weird. we're best friends. i shouldn't.. want that.. with you. but i do. and i hate myself for it."

he doesn't speak for a long time. the minutes tick by and feel like months, maybe even years. "if you think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about that, then you're dumber than you look."

you feel the heat in your cheeks intensify, a bright crimson now creeping up your neck. you kinda wish the ground would swallow you whole. "what do you mean?"

"i mean.." he steps closer to you. you can almost feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "i want you. i've always wanted you.. since we were little kids.."

he reaches out and touches your arm, and you're sure he can feel the goosebumps on your skin. "chris.." you mumble. "are you sure?"

with an affirmative nod, he moves even closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "let me prove it to you." he breathes out. you can tell he's just as desperate for this as you are.

you swallow heavily and nod. you feel nervous but you've also never been so fucking turned on in your life.

"can i.. can i taste you? please?" he asks as he tilts his head down and presses his lips to your jaw.

"yes.. please, chris.." your shame is long forgotten as he continues to press kisses to your jawline and down to your neck – sweet pecks quickly turn desperate and hungry.

he grabs your hand and all but drags you into your bedroom. he carefully shoves you down onto the bed and drops to his knees in front of you.

you lift up on your elbows and watch as he runs his hands up and down your thighs.

"keep this riiiiight," he spreads your legs a bit more. "– here. nice and open f'me."

your mouth goes ajar as you feel his lips against the soft skin of your inner thighs. the kisses are gentle at first, but then he starts sucking hungry marks into your flesh before soothing them with his tongue.

you feel him reach for the buttons on your shorts. "if you want me to stop, tell me, 'kay?" he waits for your nod before tugging your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them aside randomly. "fuuuuck, look at this pretty pussy."

you blush and cover your face with your hands. "shut up."

"no, 'm serious." his hands spread your legs even wider. "you're drippin', baby. so wet f'me. so fucking sexy." he breathes, his eyes burning holes into your cunt as he stares.

you whine as you feel his fingers brush against your folds, gathering some of the wetness there. he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. "shiiiit, pretty girl. you taste so fuckin' good. knew you would."

you watch as he licks his lips hungrily. you can see the desperation in his eyes, and you know you must look the same way.

"gonna let me taste you for real, sweetheart?" he smirks as you let out another whimper.

"yes, please – just.. fuck, chris.. i want you so bad.." you beg, feeling the last bit of shame bleed out of you as you tangle your fingers in his hair and try to guide him down to where you need him the most.

"i got you, baby," he looks back down, completely enticed by your sopping pussy. his fingers trail up your inner thighs as he slowly leans closer. and then finally, you feel his warm tongue soothing the ache between your thighs.

he licks from your entrance to your clit before sucking hard.

"how's that feel, huh?" the firm press of his tongue against your clit causes your legs to tremble on either side of him. "tastes so fuckin' sweet, baby. mmm."

he slurps and sucks up your slick. he moans against you, plunging his tongue into your entrance while his fingers play with your clit.

filthy, lewd, loud noises come from both of you. your gut tightens as you eagerly try to rock your hips against his face. chris groans into you, moving to suck at your clit as his fingers dip inside your pulsating walls.

you cry out his name as everything goes white, embarrassingly fast. chris' tongue moves back to your hole, slurping up any juices he can get, desperate to linger on you and taste every bit of you that he can.

as you come down from your high, you gently push on his forehead, trying to get away from the overstimulation.

he presses one final kiss to your convulsing pussy and looks up at you with a satisfied grin.

"this pussy is all mine now. y'know that, right?"

[cherryyluvs]

Bro I saw that scum mark fanfic! Why is it gone😩 😞

🙂���↔️ i accidentally deleted it but don’t worry i have a copy of it.

It started as a joke, you weren't even supposed to be part of the conversation. You were minding your business and on the way to the kitchen to grab a snack when you heard it.

it was just a dumb and offhand comment. Your brother and his friends were in the middle of their stupid sleepover. You were used to it and learned to tune them out, you'd heard them say worse, heard them talk about girls like this before. But when your name was mentioned. Everything changed.

“Yo, your sister’s kinda hot” one of them snorted, while popping open a can of soda.

You froze at the bottom of the stairs, your breath catching in your throat.

Your brother groaned in disgust. “Dude, what the hell?”

“Oh, c’mon, I’m just saying,” he laughed, his voice rough and joking. “She’s pretty cute.”

And before he could say another word, Mark scoffed, cutting the guy off before he could finish. “Ew her?”

Your stomach dropped, feeling a sharp pang through your chest.

The worst part? Was that he said it so casually, like mocking, like the idea of you being attractive was so far fetched that it was laughable.

Mark.

The guy you had been secretly crushing on for years, the guy who would barely even acknowledge your existence unless he was making fun of you.

Your brother immediately got defensive. “Don’t talk about her like that dude.”

The loudest one of the group just laughed and shrugged it off. “Relax, I’m not actually gonna hit on her.”

“Keep it that way” your brother said “And Mark, you’re one to talk for someone who barely gets girls himself”

The room erupted into laughter but Mark didn’t react. He just leaned back against the couch, sipping his drink like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Whatever, dude.”

You felt the sting of those words ‘ew her?’ you didn't want to admit this but the ache in your chest felt heavy. You quickly turned around to go to your room, hoping that no one saw your face.

“I'm going up stairs” you called out, quickly going up the stairs. Ignoring the way your heart seemed to race in your chest.

“Yeah, saw ya” you heard Mark calling behind you, but that didn't make you feel better.

[mournings-stars]

could i have anything with a married vox x reader pleasee? i'm so obsessed with this television it isn't even funny 😭

okay im FINALLY publishing this — in my defense i wrote like five vox x wife!readers after getting this and couldn't decide which to publish to this ask but now yall are getting over protective husband vox cus i love him and now i wanna make an actual fic also i originally read this request as wife!reader so i made reader fem but I'm just now realizing it's married i hope that's okay!!

warning: vox is a little crazy and reader does not care

No one knew Vox was married — and it wasn’t because he wanted to hide you, or he felt ashamed. He could never feel ashamed; you were basically his pride and joy — It was because he couldn’t stand anyone trying anything with you. Especially because of how much he doted on you. Someone could easily see how much he cared and use it against him — they could hurt you, manipulate you, maybe even force you into a soul-binding deal. He couldn’t risk anything happening to you.

That was why you lived very separate lives… Well, not entirely separate. He couldn’t stand letting you work for someone else (they could take advantage of you, or try to flirt with you), and he couldn’t handle being too far away from him during the day, so you worked at VoxTek. You had a job where you never interacted with your husband, and it left your days feeling exceptionally lonely. Especially because he claimed that he “didn’t want to overwork you,” which meant he stayed at the office much later than you did and you were left at home. Alone for most of the night, usually falling asleep before he got there, and waking without him because he went in earlier than you. 

You also had weekends off while he worked a good portion of the day, which let you “go out on the town” of course, but it also left you, again, very lonely. He did email you throughout the day, but that was because no one could see those emails. It was “an outdated form of communication” as he called it, which meant no one looked through them. 

Of course, when you did get to see him, you were ecstatic. He went on and on about how much he missed you all week, subtly asking if anyone had bothered you at all. If they did, they very coincidentally disappeared, so you often told him “no” for the sake of your coworkers’ souls.

And of course, after some time, people did start to bother you. They would get promoted, and get the chance to work with your husband directly, while you stayed exactly where you were and didn’t even get a call from him. That led them to teasing, which turned into snide comments and remarks, which became little “accidents” like spilling hot coffee on you or ruining and deleting your work. 

One day, after someone dumped piping hot coffee all over you, and a very expensive blouse your husband bought, you had enough and backhanded her. 

You were an overlord’s wife, and he gave you everything. Even and especially power. That meant the employee was flung across the room while screens burst and crackled around her, and you were dragged up to Vox’s office. 

“What is it now?” Vox asked when your supervisor knocked on his door, ignoring your wincing as you tried to get the scalding hot coffee-stained blouse as far from your skin as possible. 

“Another low-class bitch ruining our image,” was the response that made you laugh, knowing this person would be dead as soon as they opened the door. 

“Ah…” He sighed, but you knew he was smiling. “Come in.” He was probably going through his weaponry, pulling out just the thing to get rid of the “low-class bitch,” but as soon as the door was opened, you were shoved in front of him, and his weapon went off, you weren’t the one to fall limply to the ground. 

The two employees who opened the door quickly dragged the supervisor away and left you alone in the room. 

As soon as they were gone, he discarded his weapon and went to you. “What happened to you?” He wiped under your big eyes as he cupped your cheeks, which were dry, but he could tell you were upset and he was doing his best not to go out and get rid of everyone in your department. 

“I hit someone,” you said, and he found it adorable. There wasn’t much you could do wrong in his eyes. 

Clearly. 

“What’d they do to make that happen? I’ll kill them,” was his quick response before he cleared his throat. “I mean, I’ll talk to them about it.” His eyes drifted down to your blouse, his screen blinking and hands twitching on your face before they went to your blouse and began unbuttoning. He didn't say anything else, electricity zapping between his fingers as he fumbled with the buttons until he cursed and ripped the blouse open. The buttons clattered to the floor as he muttered, “I’ll get — get — get you a new one,” screen buffering and electricity zapping over his entire body. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so.” You knew not to tell him how much it burned with the way he was reacting already. “Vox—“

“After I take care of you, you're going to point out who did this, and who watched it happen. Understood?” He knew you tried to spare your coworkers from his temper, but he wasn’t going to let that happen this time. 

“It’s happened before—“ A loud whir of electricity sounded as Vox’s screen flashed and blue jolts of electricity burst around him. You shrunk back at the overwhelming power, quickly telling him, “I’m fine–”

“You didn’t tell me?” His voice sounded electric, making you swallow as he removed his overcoat to use as a towel to pat your chest dry. He couldn’t even enjoy the sight of you at work, topless, when this was the reason. He watched the way you winced with every touch of his jacket on you, fingers sparking at the redness he could see beneath the coat. His body jolted and the overcoat immediately sparked fire. “Fuck!” He tossed it to the ground, stepping on it to put the fire out. 

“You need to relax,” you told him pointedly. “I’m fine. You’re overreacting.”

“You’re underreacting,” he said childishly, taking in a deep breath before going to a closet in the large room and grabbing a spare blouse for you and an overcoat for him. At the sight of the many things he had to give to you and spoil you with in there, he calmed only slightly. “Did you at least hit her hard?” He asked as he handed you the blouse. You hummed, nodding and making a very prideful smile come to his face as you buttoned up the blouse. “Do you like this one?” He asked quickly, his evident mood shift into wanting to please you making you chuckle. “It’s not as expensive as the one that cunt ruined,” you hummed along to satiate his ego, “but I thought you’d make it look good.” Before you could say anything, he continued. “I have some more I got for you; do you want to see those instead?”

“I like this one. You picked it.” His screen buffered as he cleared his throat, a pink glow on his cheeks that he quickly got rid of. When you noticed he began to relax, you took the opportunity of being in his office to your advantage, sweetly asking, “Can we have a moment together before you go down and fire half your company?”

“Anything you want, dear,” he said, much more cheerful than he was moments ago. “Do you want anything to eat? Drink? I’ll call something up.” He went to the desk at the end of the room as you went to the seating area and sat on the sofa. “Where should I order from?”

“Vox, you’re at work. You shouldn’t order anything,” you had to remind him of his own rules he set for himself. “They’ll see me here–”

“Are you wearing your ring?” He asked, speaking over you.

“I’m always wearing my ring.”

He nodded, looking down at his matching golden band. “Let them see.” In the moment you gave him to think, he’d come to the more rational conclusion that he wouldn't harm anyone. Just that he’d terrify them to death by making it known that you were not to be touched ever again. “I’ll make sure everyone knows who they decided to fuck with today.”

[needtobehisprettyboy]

I hate the CaitVi Sex scene

Everytime I see someone thirsting after the scene and gushing about how it's so hot, I feel so disgusted and ticked cause of how the scene came about and where it's located.

Before we get onto my rant about the scene itself, I want to mention the CaitVi scene that happened before that.

"She saved your life!"

"If you will just calm down for on-"

If you will just calm down for once? Hypocrite. Caitlyn's allowed to be pissy, allowed to call Zaunites animals (oh, "except" Vi though) and then fight like an animal by biting Sevika—

Sidenote:

That's also another scene I don't find hot at all. Any time I see it, I can't focus on how attractive Sevika is when she's smug (even though she totes is). All I can focus on is how Caitlyn bit Sevika. I don't remember who pointed it out, if it was on Tumblr or TikTok which I have promptly deleted since the ban, but someone pointed out that Caitlyn is fighting dirty—like a Zaunite. Caitlyn was backed into a corner, so she fought like an animal.

Fuck her.

I guess now she can somewhat understand why Zaunites fight the way they do. When you're backed into a corner, feeling helpless, feeling desperate, you fight like it and she did the same exact same thing she judged them for.

Bastard.

Lol can you tell I'm feeling bitter over her character?

Back to OG rant

—biting Sevika, gas the undercity and harshly interrogate someone who was a victim of Jinx's shenanigans, hit Vi for trying to calm her down from her grief driven rage, but oh, no Vi must calm down even though she's barely angry compared to when Caitlyn's angry. Not to mention that Caitlyn throws a tantrum herself and throws the tiny figure in her hand to the ground.

"—since you don't trust her enough not to shove her in a box."

Can we please take note of the tremble in Vi's voice when she says that? 'Oh, Jinx brought back her trauma from being in Stillwater!1!2!1' First of all, shut up. Second of all, yeah. . . So did Caitlyn?? Caitlyn may not have known what to do with Jinx, but the option for her to let Jinx go to prison was there and Vi hated it.

"Cait, she's changed."

"We can't erase our mistakes. None of us."

All the while not doing any time of her own for the crimes she committed—and no, I'm not talking about her gassing the undercity. What she did as a dictator, letting Noxians take over, and hardly doing anything afterwards even though she caused so much pain and misery to both Piltovians and Zaunites goes unpunished. Her losing an eye is nothing compared to the fear many people will feel while living under a dictatorship.

Get the guillotine!!

"Who decides who gets a second chance?"

Exactly. Caitlyn did no better than Jinx. She knows it too. It tears her up inside—as it should!!! Besides, did she think Jinx wasn't going to eventually get out of Stillwater? Or was one of her options to let Jinx rot there until she died? Yeah, I'm sure your girlfriend would love that.

Now, let's get to the scene itself!

But first let me talk about what happened right before that—

Vi tries to get Jinx on her side, Jinx rejects her, and Vi watches her sister leave while being told by her that Vi "deserves to be happy" and not to "worry about her anymore".

Yikes.

People say that what happened next with Caitlyn was Vi "finally being selfish", but it just feels wrong to me. Don't get me wrong, Vi deserves to enjoy herself after everything that's been done to her; however, you aren't going to have normal, healthy, healing sex right after seeing a loved one leave you for good.

Trust me lol I've had enough grieving/traumatic experience to know that you can feel upset for hours and won't immediately be able to get into a happy mindset even if you find something to entertain yourself with. You can have people try to cheer you up and you feel a bit better, but you still feel that lingering horrible feeling inside that will eat at you for who knows how long. You could give me Steb wearing the cutest little red panties I have ever seen in my life and I'd still be sad while trying to eat him out. You need to give me that like a day or so AFTER my little breakdown cause I won't enjoy it right after crying about losing my sis.

Sidenote:

Someone please remind me to draw that.

It would take at least an hour for Vi to get back to normal with the way she was reacting. At least. Vi was in that cell for who knows how long, but she was still upset and rather vulnerable when Caitlyn found her. No doubt she needed more time to get herself together.

Okay, now, let's get to the scene itself!!!

Bro, don't fuck me while I'm crying unless I'm crying cause I'm laughing too hard or because of sexy overstimulation. Fuck me? Nah, fuck you.

"I choose wrong every time—and because of it. . . I've lost everyone."

"Did you really think I needed all the guards at the HexGates?"

SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT AWWWWWUUUPPPPPPP—anyway,

Your girl is clearly upset, grieving her lost relationship with her sister (and likely other loved ones shes lost like Vander/Warwick), feeling guilty, and clearly not in any type of good mood yet your first reaction is to smirk???? You think this is funny?? Now is not the time to tease, Ms. Dumbass.

Vi needs compassion and reassurance not. . . Whatever that was. Yes, showing that you knew all along and didn't do anything to stop her shows that you do care for her, but it also isn't what she needs. Caitlyn did not reassure her that Vi wasn't going to lose her so easily.

Mainly because if she did, that'd be a lie, but that's neither here nor there.

"Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable."

Girl, you are not sorry. Quit lying. I can smell the smoke coming off your pants, but I'm not getting the fire extinguisher.

Again, this isn't what Vi needs. Any therapist would be able to tell you that you should seek healthier coping mechanisms other than sex. Does cuddling not exist? Does making out and then putting a stop to it because you realize your girl is not in the right state of mind for this exist??? Seeking sex after feeling so vulnerable and horrible about yourself is in no way, shape, or form okay. Shit isn't cute.

Caitlyn, you are more of an animal than you realize.

"Listen! While you were gone, I. . . Saw someone."

All of a sudden you realize that you should stop things because you feel guilty, but that guilt isn't over letting your girl go down on you after being upset and grieving, but about. . . Having another girl while she was gone???? Girl, seriously, your priorities are wack.

She does hesitate for a moment once she sees VI's injury (I can't remember where the injury came from. I stg if it came from Caitlyn or whatever Caitlyn ordered her to do. . .) yet she continues on. There are multiple reasons why they shouldn't do it right then and there, but Caitlyn is so horny she lets Vi pleasure her.

The reasons:

1. Vi is not in the right place of mind, she just lost her sister. Please let her grieve.

2. That is a jail cell. After what happened to her, their first time should be somewhere comfortable. Vi deserves comfort. She deserves to be spoiled. You're in Piltover, Caitlyn has a mansion with a really good bed, but your first fuck is in a dirty jail cell??

3. That is a jail cell that contained her sister. Vi can't reclaim shit about having sex in a jail cell if it's a cell that contained her sister. If there was better writing, she'd feel guilty over having sex in the cell she lost her sister. Her guilt isn't going to immediately go away because of one fuck. That's not how it works. Wish it was, but it's not.

Can I also note that Vi is the one pleasuring Caitlyn and not the other way around? Maybe Vi prefers to eat out rather than be eaten, but I think it just speaks more to her always servicing others rather than servicing herself or being serviced. If the sex scene was gonna happen, at least show Vi being completely selfish and enjoying herself by showing Cait be the one to kiss her down to her coochie. Maybe she's a stone top, but she gives off switch vibes to me.

Fuck you, Cait. Always wanting things to benefit you.

(If it was me, I'd eat Vi out, but, again, that's neither here nor there. . . She's not even in my top favs. I just want the best for her cause I hate Caitlyn lol.)

"I'm feeling fantastic."

FUCK YOUUUU

Okay *drops mic* , rant over

[wonton4rang]

Kiss and make up ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x gn!reader

warnings: smut +18, some toxic behaviour (ig idek atp), cursing, unprotected sex (be safe y'all 😔) and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed anything.

genre: smut. ♡

summary: how would be make up sex with boynextdoor members (legal line - everyone but woonhak)

note: I was going to post an ask I got ready for today but tumblr kinda glitched and it delete half of it so I need to re-write and edit it again :'( please enjoy this as an apology <3

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sungho; make up sex with him can be overwhelming, and it most likely will, there could be two reasons for it: he is sooooo sorry for everything that he keeps whispering little "sorry, baby" into your ear or he's still kinda mad and just fucks you out of despair. either one you will feel so good and full that you will forgive him for anything you got mad for in the first place. it was sungho and his strong body and gifted cock against you, tbh who would go against that? his pretty foxy eyes looking down on you with so much appreciation, his lips glossy due to your own saliva and his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. he was so hot and it was just a small disagreement anyways, nothing you guys couldn't talk about after you were stuffed full like a pillow.

riwoo; i see him into some dynamic type of sex, nothing crazy but something that would consume lots of energy, like fucking you in some odd yet pleasant position with no rest, your knees numb and your arms trembling, but when it's make up sex he would be the sweetest and most cliche person, laying you on your back and caressing your cheeks while he left a trail of kisses all over your face, neck and your collarbone, mumbling how pretty you were and how much he hated to fight with you. he's just so sweet and good for you :(( you guys definitely talk about things and get to a solution together, it might be even faster than with other members since i feel like riwoo will understand and make his point clear so that it can be solved accordingly and fast.

jaehyun; he's crying. but not like a few tears shed, he's crying his eyes out whenever you guys have an argument about anything and everything and he really doesn't wanna see you afterwards because he feels so wronged. but when you knock on the door of your shared bedroom after giving him some space, he would make a light pout, looking away so you can know that he's still mad. it only took you two minutes of "baby, I'm sorry, it was not my intention to yell at you. It's not your fault that I'm stressed and I'm sorry I let it out on you, can you please forgive me?" and he will, cause jaehyun is like a little puppy to you, he would never say no, better yet, his answer was "i forgive you, y/n, how 'bout I help you getting rid of that stress, hm?" and then he made you come around his cock twice, giving you a third orgasm while eating you out and softly giggling at your wasted look, kissing you before helping you get a relaxing bath and then tuck you in bed.

taesan; I think I've said this before but I don't see him as a highly sex-drived person, not really understanding all the hype about it, yes, it was good and he loved to fuck you and make love to you, but it was not his top priority. yet I do believe he has his triggers. so when you guys got into this heated argument he realized something: he found your angry self very appealing, the way you yelled at him and pushed his chest making him grin a little bit at the fact that he could tower you and stop you in any moment but you felt that you controlled him. the whole discussion was about some girl that held his arm earlier and he did not move her, you were furious cause you knew how much he hated physical contact with most people and letting that random girl do it like that? you raged. "is this funny to you?" you said, getting him back from his thoughts. "she's no one, love, but I can show you why you are mine right now" you were confused, not following his words are they were so out of place. "you're so hot when you get cold" was the last thing he said before taking you into a deep kiss that ended up with you crying out his name while he made love slowly to you, pounding your cunt full while his soft and wet lips kissed your face. taesan was yours, all yours, no else mattered to him, he did not have any interest in other girls. it was you, you were his one and only.

leehan; where do I even start? he would listen to everything you have to say, quietly nodding to the points you're making and chewing his cheek to avoid saying anything stupid that would interrupt your failed version of an apology, because right now all he can think about is the away your boobs wiggle under your loose large tshirt with every move that your hands do, your tights looking so pretty that he couldn't avoid staring and you noticed, snapping your fingers in his face and rolling your eyes when he just smirked at you, throwing his hair back and sitting comfortably in the couch before spreading his legs a little bit. "if you're so sorry you could show me with actions, y/n" he was so cocky that you couldn't even be mad at him, straddling in his lap and moving your panties aside when he took his dick out and aligned it with your soaked entrance. "you're going to fuck me so good, aren't you, baby?" a soft kiss was pressed in your lips and he leaned back to let you ride the shit out of him. the so called argument long gone.

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Hope you guys enjoyed!! <33

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Scrap Writing

Found this fic that I started YEARS ago. More of it was written than I expected. Not sure if I should make something of it. Thoughts?

It took four months to delete his number.

Another week to rid her phone of all his texts.

Chucking her other mementos proved a bit more difficult—that was her stuff, she liked her stuff—but in the end she managed.

There was something so freeing in that approach, all things considered. It was drastic and it was warned against and it made her really sad, purging it all, but she was firm in her convictions. She'd done the research, Marie Kondoed her way to acceptance, detoxed her feelings and all of that shit. Lily figured it was something that she could look back on with pride one day, knowing that she'd handled the thing like an adult. That she'd been healthy. Self-actualised. Or something like it.

It had to hurt at first, was all. That was how she knew it was worth it.

What had she said goodbye to that was worth crying over, really? There had been sullen looks and muttered asides, confusion and dejection and an utter waste of too many hours spent wondering what the hell it was that she had done so wrong, and then there was nothing, and then that was it. A stranger in the place of someone who mattered. It was like he'd woken up one day and decided that he simply fucking despised her, but wouldn't tell her why. Wasn't bothered. When he was supposed to be her best friend.

Whatever. She didn't care.

She wasn't the one who started it.

*

His mum kept asking him why they'd fallen out.

Even three years later. Even then.

She'd ask at random moments, too, tossing the subject into conversations like a stealth bomb dropped from her fist, apropos of nothing that was going on around them at the time. It never worked and never would, and yet she kept on trying all the same. It was like she thought he'd tell her the truth if she could only surprise it out of him. She was wasting her time, and his time alongside it.

It wasn't as if he was furrowing secrets away, James just couldn't tell her why. He didn't know why himself.

Lily had cared about him at some point, he had to suppose. Must have liked him even a little, before everything he did and said and maybe even thought had started to drive her up the wall, before he clearly wasn't good enough for her majesty any longer, before she froze him out and couldn't be arsed explaining, left him with nothing but a folder on his desktop that he'd marked "SCHOOL" so no one would find it.

He'd tried deleting the pictures inside, but that was ultimately pointless. He could help most things but he couldn't quite help that, couldn't stop his mind from going there when his body needed...well.

It didn't matter anyway. He didn't miss her.

Not in a proper way, not for a while.

He wasn't the one who started it.

*

Private WhatsApp Chat

Resumed on: Monday 12th April, 2021, 8:05 a.m.

Members: Beatrice Booth, Lily Evans

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Beatrice Booth: Can we go to Hot Numbers before school PLEASE my dad used up ALL of the bagels we had left to make himself lunch for his trip the bastard I mean I love my dad but who the fuck needs three bagels for lunch What am I supposed to do, eat fruit?

Lily Evans: I can't! I'm sorry! I was supposed to finish my gov and politics questions last night but I babysat Noah and he was sick all over himself in bed and stayed up crying the rest of the night, so I have to get in early and finish them in the common room first thing. I'm literally about to leave the house.

Beatrice Booth: When do you have gov and politics

Lily Evans: At 2, but I've got a haircut booked during lunch hour so they have to get done before then.

Beatrice Booth: Just do them during study period

Lily Evans: I can't, study period's off, we've got that life skills thing all week.

Beatrice Booth: Oh fuccccccckkkkk that

Lily Evans: I KNOW

Beatrice Booth: We don't even need a life skills course it's so pointless My dad has life skills and it doesn't stop him from stealing the fucking bagels every morning, why isn't McGonagall up HIS arse

Lily Evans: Because life skills aren't manners babe, soz.

Beatrice Booth: Fine I'll go alone Want me to get you some pancakes?

Lily Evans: Nah it's fine, I had porridge and blueberries after my swim.

Beatrice Booth: The way you're so sensible it's vile

Lily Evans: Cool! Thanks!

*

Sirius Black thrust his hand into the air and didn't wait for McGonagall to give him permission to speak.

"I should be exempt from this," he announced.

Their teacher turned her gaze, sharp-eyed and perceptive, towards his face. "And why is that?"

A brief silence followed as the two adversaries sized each other up across the classroom, and the other students, perhaps, took a moment to do the same. McGonagall was a tall, stately woman of unquestionable intelligence and authority, who could have won awards for the neatness of her chignon, held herself with perfect posture and always smelled faintly of ginger. Black was a pretentious, twiggy-legged poseur who (when he wasn't partnering a duo of morons alongside their token sensible friend) liked to rock a deep necked V and rant passionately about protests that he always seemed too lazy to attend.

He also loved to interrupt classes in a pathetic ploy for attention.

Him and Potter both. Like bloody clockwork.

In the opinion of Lily Evans, at least, the winner of this bout was clearly predetermined.

"Because," said Black. His sullen tone suggested that he still believed he posed a challenge. "I'm aromantic."

"And?"

"And I'm not ever going to get married, am I?" He let his arm flop down by his side and pouted, very prettily, as he was often wont to do. "And I definitely don't want any kids."

For the first time, Lily noticed that he was growing a faint, skinny, bottom-fluff goatee beneath his nose and on his chin.

Bloody prat thought he was Something.

But so many people fancied him. Why? She really didn't know.

"Then this course will likely only strengthen your resolve to refrain from reproducing, for which you will surely be grateful, but in the meantime you'll find that even the aromantics among us need to learn how to manage their bills," replied McGonagall, supremely unconcerned and almost breezy in her swift repudiation. She plucked a small strip of paper from the pestle on her desk and gave it a passing glance before she dropped it on the table. "You're paired with Pettigrew. Go and sit at his desk."

A gentle ripple of giggles moved through the room, and from her vantage point at the whiteboard, where she'd been forced to stand when Remus Lupin was moved into her seat, Lily saw Peter Pettigrew's cheeks burn puce.

"You're putting me with Peter?!" Black spat, disgusted, as if Peter wasn't one of his closest mates.

"Yes, I am. Aren't you lucky that you'll share this experience with a friend?" McGonagall was already on the next strip of paper. She sounded bored. "Stebbins, you'll be paired with—"

"Do I have to move now?"

"—you'll be paired with Marks," McGonagall finished. Valerie Turpin, girlfriend of Stebbins, glared daggers at poor Isabella Marks, who sank down in her seat like she wanted the ground to consume her. "Yes, Black, get up and move."

Black grunted his displeasure, but kicked his school bag backwards and rose gracefully to his feet, muttering curse words at a volume that he clearly meant for McGonagall to hear, and Lily barely refrained from rolling her eyes at his performance.

Potter was sitting beside him, and watched him leave their shared desk with a pained, dramatic grimace, but then, Potter was so obsessed with Sirius that he'd recently convinced his aging parents to adopt him. When Potter had been her best mate, he'd rearranged her crayons in the wrong order and sniffed her arse in the playground, pronouncing it "weird." Sirius Black got his own bedroom and an inheritance.

Then again, she'd sniffed his arse too.

Also, they'd only been five.

And pretending to be dogs.

Also, she really didn't give a shit about Potter or his friends.

Luckily for Lily, her taste in people had markedly improved since the bum-sniffing days of her childhood, which was more than could be said for Pettigrew, whose hands were clenched around his empty Fanta bottle. His round face was screwed up in a sort of silent fury.

In fact, almost everyone in the room seemed to be battling a scowl, except for Beatrice—her newer, shinier, better best friend—who was lounging backwards in her chair, long legs crossed at the ankle and smiling winningly at Remus Lupin, who was perched awkwardly in Lily's chair beside her. Bea was partnered up with Evan McNamee initially, but she managed to turn the tables by announcing that McNamee had recently sent her pictures of his dick on Snapchat, just as McGonagall was drawing a name out of the pestle for Remus. It was a perfectly executed plan: Beatrice used the truth to her advantage in a manner that would have made Machieavelli proud, while McNamee was sent to the back of the classroom—and partnered with Terry Heaney—in utter disgrace.

"Pinkstone," their teacher continued. "You're with Patel."

Black, meanwhile, deflated into the chair next to Pettigrew and elbowed him hard in the ribs.

Potter twisted around in his seat to mutter words of encouragement to Sirius, no doubt plagued by instant separation anxiety.

Isabella Marks was sinking closer and closer to the floor.

Everyone was reacting ridiculously to this course, Lily concluded. They were being split into pairs of "spouses" to learn about budgets and meal planning for a week, that was all, but her peers were moving between desks like they were being marched off to an eternal winter of strife. They weren't being forced to kiss and hold hands, weren't being indoctrinated into an organ-harvesting cult, this wasn't Riverdale, for Christ's sake, and Lily couldn't think of a reason why she should bitch and moan about it. Not unless she was unfortunate enough to be paired with some clown who intended to doss around and contribute nothing to the project, which would massively piss her off. Someone like Black, she supposed, or like— 

"Potter?" McGonagall's clear, clipped voice finished Lily's thought for her.

James Potter whipped around in his seat with an ungainly clatter. "Yeah?"

"You're with Evans," McGonagall finished, waving her strip of paper in the air.

Potter's thick, dark eyebrows shot up in a flash, and Lily sensed, rather than saw, her best friend stifle a laugh.

Well, fuck it all, she thought.

*

"So do you want my number or something?" Evans asked him.

It was weird.

The offer came out of nowhere. One minute she was staring straight ahead, pretending he didn't exist as she normally did, and the next, McGonagall had finished her briefing and Evans was swivelling towards James in her seat, fixing him with a stony stare that appealed just as much as it annoyed him. She sounded antsy about offering up her number, unhappy, like she could feel a bug crawling around on the back of her neck and was fighting with all she had in her to remain there, stiff and composed and determined to be the bigger, better person in all of this.

Typical Evans.

Always had to one-up everyone.

She'd been a laugh, once upon a time, before a wicked spell turned her into an anal-retentive maiden aunt who thought that everything he'd ever said or done was stupid and pointless, not to mention the worst choice of partner that he could possibly have been saddled with for this project. He was essentially in for a week of watching her roll her eyes at his every unworthy suggestion.

Yet James had wanked over a picture of her merely six, no, seven hours earlier.

Weird might have been an understatement.

"Eh," he said. He'd never gotten round to deleting her number, though it was plain from her tone that she'd deleted his. "I'll just give you mine."

She unlocked her phone with a swipe of her thumb and held it out, letting it slide to the table from her outstretched palm like water.

"Put it in yourself, if you like," she advised, turning to face the front of the room.

Her lack of regard for him could not have been more pointed and James nearly said something about it—whatever he had done to piss her off, she didn't have to be so fucking rude—but her phone was likely to lock itself again at any second, and she had an uncanny ability to incite a nagging guilt in his stomach just by looking in his direction.

Even though he was certain, fairly certain, that he hadn't done anything wrong.

Except for the periodic wanking, but she didn't know about that. If he happened to feel ashamed of himself when the time came to clean up his mess, that stayed between James and his laptop.

Stewing in his own resentment, he picked up her phone, opened her contacts and created a new entry.

"I'll text you later and we can sort out how we're doing this," she told him when he handed it back, studying the mock budget printout that had been given to them as part of their life skills pack. Their homework for the evening was to find a place to "live" and agree on their own budget based on their monthly salaries. McGonagall was moving about the room, holding out career cards for students to pick from her hand at random. "We can't do it at school, I'm crazy busy all day."

"Fine," he said. It came out sounding like a retort. "I've got nothing after school on Mondays."

"Fine."

"Fine."

That made her glance up from her printout, her pretty emerald greens flicking directly to his face, lips briefly pursed in disapproval.

"Really?" she asked him, setting her paper down on the desk. "Can we please just not?"

She had a little colour in her freckled cheeks, a rosy sort of pink, chin tilted up as if in challenge, dark red hair framing her face in soft and silky waves. The deceptively delicate face of a terrifying, iron-willed woman. It always made James shrink a little, when she looked at him like that, like she was calling him on some bullshit that was bouncing around in his head. Evans was magnetic in a way that he had given up trying to get past.

His bullshit wasn't for her to call him on, though. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"Can we just not what?" he replied, smiling without teeth.

"Spend the week acting like passive-aggressive pricks?"

"You'd rather be straight-up aggressive?"

"Ooh, good one," she said, aridly dismissive. "Congrats on discovering humour."

"One of us had to discover it first."

He could almost see the cogs turning in her brain while she considered whatever retort had popped into her head—Evans was never lost for words when James most needed her to flounder—but she must have felt it beneath her because it didn't make it out of her mouth. Instead, she eased a breath in through her nose, released it and calmly returned to her printout—a move that, despite her silence, succeeded in making him feel about as embarrassed and insignificant as a toddler who had shit his pants in public.

Which might actually have been the retort she wanted, now that he thought of it.

It was the longest conversation he had shared with her in three years.

*

Private WhatsApp Chat

Started on: Monday 12th April, 2021, 4:34 p.m.

Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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Lily Evans: So how are we doing this, then? Should you come over here or should I go over there or what?

James Potter: oh right

Lily Evans: This is Lily, by the way.

James Potter: yeah hi this is james which you know obviously because i gave you my number and you're texting me now

Lily Evans: Super great start to this marriage, isn't it?

James Potter: dunno what you mean clearly i'm thrilled about this

Lily Evans: Yeah I'm soooo incredibly  excited for the high octane thrills of real estate and budget spreadsheets.

James Potter: i'll have you know that i love making spreadsheets in excel or its bastard brother, google sheets

Lily Evans: Erm. Okay? Can we figure out where one of us is going now?

James Potter: do you want to come over here? i told mum and she says she'll order us pizza if you haven't eaten

Lily Evans: Sure. I haven't eaten since noon so I could go for a pizza.

James Potter: cool pepperoni and mushroom alright?

Lily Evans: Yeah. I just have to finish my chores first so I can be there at 5:30 if that's okay?

James Potter: yeah that's fine, i'll ask mum to order it at quarter past you know we moved house, right?

Lily Evans: Yes I do, where am I going?

James Potter: do you know how to get to bentley road?

Lily Evans: Yeah, I'm a 20 minute walk away.

James Potter: right, so my house is a bit hard to find if you don't know it if you walk round i'll meet you on the corner across from the golf course

Lily Evans: Cool. See you in a bit.

James Potter: see you in a bit

*

Private WhatsApp Chat

Resumed on: Monday 12th April, 2021, 4:41 p.m.

Members: Remus Lupin, James Potter

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James Potter: i'm a fucking CLOWN

Remus Lupin: Yes, I know.

James Potter: you KNOW?

Remus Lupin: You didn't?

James Potter: no but listen i don't have time for this i've done something bad something

Remus Lupin: Done what?

James Potter: told a stupid lie

Remus Lupin: ?

James Potter: look never mind what it was all i need is for you to teach me the full functionality of microsoft excel in the next half hour

Remus Lupin: No.

James Potter: ffs remus WHY ARE WE EVEN FRIENDS

*

Private WhatsApp Chat

Resumed on: Monday 12th April, 2021, 7:22 p.m.

Members: Beatrice Booth, Lily Evans

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Lily Evans: Potter has a SWIMMING POOL in his new house?! A fucking swimming pool! His mum gave me the tour and she was like "And this is the pool" like she was showing me her new plant or something, like a swimming pool is just a normal thing for someone to have chilling in their conservatory IN ENGLAND?

Beatrice Booth: Omg Like a proper swimming pool? Not an inflatable one?

Lily Evans: A PROPER SWIMMING POOL SET INTO THE GROUND WITH LADDERS AND A DEEP END AND A GIANT INFLATABLE RODEO BULL FLOATING IN THE MIDDLE LIKE IT'S PART OF THE FUCKING FAMILY

Beatrice Booth: OMG But how sexy is the pool Olympic size or smaller?

Lily Evans: It's VERY BIG And they have a hot tub A HOT TUB

Beatrice Booth: OMG ask to use it seduce him for lols

Lily Evans: NO

Beatrice Booth: WHY NOT? Oh, right, because the bull might be watching

Lily Evans: What is WRONG with you? Honestly.

Beatrice Booth: You and Potter are married now, you are basically as much a part of his family as the inflatable rodeo bull so I don't see the problem in you using the hot tub and more importantly in ME using it also

Lily Evans: It's Graham, and you are obviously deluded.

Beatrice Booth: Who the fuck is Graham

Lily Evans: Graham is the bull.

Beatrice Booth: Graham is INFLATABLE

Lily Evans: I'm putting my phone down now.

Beatrice Booth: Ask him if I can use the hot tub!

Lily Evans: NO

Beatrice Booth: FFS Lily WHY ARE WE EVEN FRIENDS

*

EVANS-POTTER HOUSEHOLD BUDGET

Combined Monthly Income (NET): £3087

Rent: £1500 Council Tax: £186.64 (Band D)

TV/Internet: £86.99 (Virgin Media, Broadband and Television package) TV Licence: £13.37

Water: £33 (Approx - Anglian Water Usage Calculator) Electricity/Gas: £82 (Ovo Green Tariff)

Groceries: £300 Groceries (for James's cat): £80

Student Loans: £0.00 (income threshold not high enough)

Car Payments: £112.93 (2015 Citeron C1 Flair - Marshall Car Centre) Car Insurance: £30.93 Car Tax: £0.00 (included in dealership cost) Petrol: Max £60 (fuel cost calculator)

Netflix: £13.99 Amazon Prime: £7.99 Gym: £60 (x2 PureGym memberships)

Device Cost: £40.68 (x2 iPhone 11) Tariff Cost: £80.78 (x2 O2 tariffs)

Savings: £300

Total Projected Cost: £2989.30 Projected Balance: £87.70

Tuesday

Private WhatsApp Chat

Resumed on: Tuesday 13th April, 2021, 8:20 a.m.

Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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Lily Evans: Hey. Morning. Listen I just can't get over the cat groceries thing. I think we should change it before we hand it in to McGonagall, she's going to think we're taking the piss.

James Potter: oh THIS again

Lily Evans: It's just such an unnecessary amount of money to spend on cat food.

James Potter: AND cat litter too you forgot cat litter so we can't spend £50 a month on the cat but £60 for the gym is ok?

Lily Evans: You're the one who was all, well if you're going to the gym I'M going to the gym.

James Potter: couples are SUPPOSED to do things together evans it's a cornerstone of every good marriage and is it SO hard to believe that i too like to keep fit?

Lily Evans: Obviously it isn't, you goon. And quite frankly, the only reason he's eating Purina One is because you're GIVING him Purina One in the misguided belief that he won't degrade himself by eating anything else.

James Potter: algernon wants the best

Lily Evans: "Most expensive" does not necessarily mean "best" when you're buying groceries.

James Potter: so you're saying you'd drink supermarket brand cola instead of real coke?

Lily Evans: Of course I bloody wouldn't I don't hate myself.

James Potter: well then!

Lily Evans: We're not even going to be able to get Purina One in Aldi.

James Potter: so we'll stop in waitrose after

Lily Evans: WAITROSE

James Potter: what's wrong with waitrose???

Lily Evans: We have £75 FOR THE WEEK

James Potter: plus £20 for the cat what's the issue i have never been to an aldi you know sounds like an adventure

Lily Evans: I have to get to school, we can discuss it in life skills.

James Potter: oh that's right! do what you always do when we argue! the old "i have to get to school" excuse again!

Lily Evans: LOL I'll see you later

James Potter: yeah see you later mate

*

Private WhatsApp Chat

Resumed on: Tuesday 13th April, 2021, 8:27 a.m.

Members: Beatrice Booth, Lily Evans

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Lily Evans: Why does it BOTHER me that we were texting and he called me "mate"???? We haven't been friends for years, he can't just mate me while I'm not looking.

Beatrice Booth: That is not the reason why you are bothered you know the reason but I'm not telling you I've got shit to do this morning one of my nails broke think of that

Lily Evans: So I help you with your English Lit homework, you DON'T help me with my personal problems and this is how this friendship works, is it?

Beatrice Booth: I can't find my emery board can you bring one in with you?

Lily Evans: Oh go and choke on it

Beatrice Booth: K!

*

Wednesday

Private WhatsApp Chat

Resumed on: Wednesday 13th April, 2021, 6:36 a.m.

Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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James Potter: what did you do to algernon?!!!!!

Lily Evans: What? Good morning to you too?

James Potter: he's refusing to eat this bloody vitacat stuff again! he's turning his nose up at it and he's LOOKING at me like i have failed him as a father AND as a man, know what you have done to this family please

Lily Evans: He's not turning his nose up at it. I literally watched him stick his face in the bowl and eat the whole thing in about ten seconds last night.

James Potter: i mean of course i've failed him i'm a fucking FRENCH teacher which mcgonagall definitely assigned me on purpose well he's not eating it NOW! you must have coaxed him into it last night with your feminine wiles

Lily Evans: You think I have feminine wiles?

James Potter: well i don't know i misspoke mistyped whatever you're both ginger, that clearly has something to do with it what if he starves to death what will i do

Lily Evans: He'll eat when he's hungry.

James Potter: i think you're being really unfeeling about this crisis that is very important to me and that is not conducive to a healthy marriage and i will be raising this with mcgonagall today

Lily Evans: It's half past six in the morning and I'm freezing in the back of my mum's car, I'll turn my feelings on once I've properly woken up.

James Potter: what are you doing awake and freezing in your mum's car at half past six are you still swimming in the mornings?

Lily Evans: What are YOU doing awake at half past six in the morning?

James Potter: planning my cat's imminent funeral, from the looks of things!

Lily Evans: Oh my god Potter GO BACK TO SLEEP

[dumpywrites]

Random BTS story prompts (Request open!)

a/n: seeing the positive feedbacks from my prev writings, I decided to write more and I want your involvement! <3

Request away with a number and a member name!

Strikethrough/crossed = prompt is taken

One number per request

Done requests will be linked here!

Requests may take a while as I do write according to what catches my creative flow first. I don’t want to force write any story :)

Bold number with link means it's done!

Fluff

“Tell me your name.” “No.” (Taehyung)

“You look familiar, like that one guy from BTS.” (Namjoon)

You kissed someone at the party last night… but who? (Hoseok)

“Do you wanna see my cat?” You’re not actually lying but he thinks it’s a sexual innuendo. (Yoongi)

Costume party comes into disaster when you mistaken your crush as your friend. (Taehyung)

You wake up in a strange alternate universe where everything’s the opposite. (Hoseok)

Sworn enemies by day, restaurant mascot by night.  (Jin)

Your friend arranged you on a date with a BTS member. The catch is, you have to pretend like you’re not a fan.  (Jungkook)

“How does one incite a first kiss?” (Yoongi)

Watching a concert is fun, until you get knocked out by the idol's mic. (Jungkook)

How to make an annoying guy fall to his knees 101. (Jin)

Beauty privilege exists, that's why you're selling your hot best friend. (Jungkook)

"Aren't we done?" (Jungkook)

The classic let's pretend to be a couple for just a while. Nothing bad will happen, right? (Jungkook)

"Oh, I'm chilling. It's just the best sex I've ever had, nothing big!"

Angst/slight angst

“Treat me like yours again for a week before you let me go.” (Yoongi)

He doesn’t love me back but I’m fine with it. (Yoongi)

Your friends locked you together for an hour so you can make up. (Yoongi)

He only comes to sleep with you and you accept because your heart allows you to. (Yoongi)

You both deleted your memories of each other. (Yoongi)

Love and business don't mix, and so do both of you. (Namjoon)

Your husband who you’re about to divorce, lost his memories.  (Hoseok)

“It’s weird but can you please take care of my son while I’m away?” (Taehyung)

“This wouldn’t change our friendship, right?” (Namjoon)

A crippled and a convict, what a mix. (Namjoon)

a/n: I will be adding more prompt later if the inspiration strikes! 💜

[neysaadept]

Prometheus Chapter 13

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 13 - Chasing After You

Tags: Swearing, canon typical violence, panic attack, drinking, mentions of grooming, drugs, arson, juvenile detention, breast mutilation, incest, and underage prostitution. No beta reader, mistakes are all me. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 7.5k

AO3

… Desperate for changing Starving for truth I'm closer to where I started I'm chasing after you

Hanging by a Moment - Lifehouse

You haven’t changed out of your sleep clothes or done your morning routine as you sit on the edge of the bed next to the open black duffel bag on Saturday morning. There is a navy-blue sweatshirt sleeve hanging off the side with drumsticks peeking out. Everything else was safely nestled inside except for the phone in your hand that you were staring at as if willing the device to magically alert you to a response about your text message.

Alpha sent 0534: I think I’m fucked.

You couldn’t talk to anyone at the BAU about your hot and cold relationship with Emily because it would get back to her for sure. The team sucks at keeping personal secrets that don’t affect national security or involving a case. Rebecca wasn’t an option either. She may have been your partner in crime with the fake dating prank, but she’s with Tara and that goes back to the first group of individuals you’re trying to keep this from. Brian was out. No way were you going to drop this bombshell after decades of being a lone wolf of you willingly flirting with the section chief and it being clear that awkward night was affecting your working relationship. He already has his suspicions on your drunken behavior because you are the master of not letting your guard down. And you did.

“Come on,” you urge down at your phone and look at the time shift to 0559.

You’re about to give up when the chime went off that you received a message. Eagerly, you open the message and smile.

Charlie sent 0559: And what did we do this time? 😊

Alpha sent 0603: You promise to not tease me?

Charlie sent 0604: I can make no promises, love.

Alpha sent 0604: 😡

Alpha sent 0605: PLEASE

Charlie sent 0605: Wow. This IS serious. What is going on?

Charlie sent 0605: And if it is something with the mission Brian got your back.

Alpha sent 0606: Not about current assignment.

Charlie sent 0607: 😮

Charlie sent 0607: OK that is a first.

Charlie sent 0607: What is wrong? How can I help?

You pause typing there because now comes the hard part – admitting you are capable of having amorous feelings towards another woman. You press your lips tightly together and fumble with the keypad, typing and deleting your message several times. Then you hang your head when you finally send it with a fiercely beating heart full of fright.

Alpha sent 0612: I really like someone. A lot.

The phone immediately rings and you laugh because it was expected. You answer it while scooting back against the headboard with your legs stretched outwards. You had been hunched over for so long your muscles were screaming in stiffness which makes you grunt against the receiver.

“Woman you tell me everything right now because I am not believing you!”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, overwhelmed at admitting this. “Comes as a big fucking surprise to me, too.” You narrow your eyes. “Do you know what I’m doing now?”

“Clearly not the woman that stole your heart.”

You blush hotly and cover your face. “Dude, just … just stop.”

She cackles over the phone. “I have to tease my baby sister that she has a crush.”

“Oh my god, I am not twelve. Stop talking like I’m a child.” But that made you glower into your lap, bringing your mind back to the argument with Prentiss.

“Ouch. That hit a nerve.”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s not you. It’s the whole fucking situation.”

“Okay. So, fill me in. And no, Brian hasn’t told me or Echo anything about what you’ve been up to.”

You fill her in on everything regarding Rebecca Wilson’s big favor, working with the BAU as a consultant, the stipend, and all about Section Chief Emily Prentiss. The first rocky week of your partnership, drinks at Buddy’s, making amends with a desk, Diet Coke, and working assignments together. Then you go into explicit details of Emily coming to your unit and collecting you for a girl’s night, the drunken ride home, and the inexplicable attraction that kept you standing there helpless before forcing yourself to move towards your building. And, of course, yesterday’s fight.

“Wow,” she says in amazement, but joy is heard there, too. “I never thought I’d live to see this day.”

“You’re not kidding.” You sigh into the receiver. “It’s so easy. Working with Emily. Being around Emily. It was nice, too. Finding that with someone outside of the fucking CIA and our little group,” you confess soberly. “Then it all got ruined because I’m a dumbass.”

“You’re not a dumbass for having feelings.”

“Yes, I am. I’m not supposed to have them because I’m incapable of having them. And now they’ve fucked up my friendship with her because now I have them. Which only furthers proves I’m a fucking idiot.” You slam your fist against the bedspread and growl in frustration at yourself. “She completely hates me now.”

“You’re only human. And honestly? This just shows how far you’ve come. And no, I sincerely doubt she hates you. You said the fight didn’t escalate like before, right?”

You bounce your head against the headboard lightly in rhythm to think and then stop when you speak up again. “No. It was … rather tame considering.”

“Right. So obviously she isn’t that upset.”

“Then I made her uncomfortable.”

“You made the Emily Prentiss uncomfortable? Girl, get over yourself.” She laughs and you can’t help joining in.

“Okay, point. But she’s obviously affected by what I said without directly coming out and saying it.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And, what?” you ask, puzzled.

“Fucking go talk to her.”

You freeze, feeling all the blood drain from your face and speak with a shaky face. “Uh, yeah. No. Can’t do that.”

“And why not?”

“Because I’m always gonna be two triggers away from becoming a sociopath and she doesn’t need someone like me in her life!” you yell, white knuckling the phone.

“Oh, sweetie. We’re all wired this way. I bet Prentiss is, too. Some just got it worse than others, like you, but even we deserve happiness. You’re long overdue for some.”

She waits for you to get ahold of your ragged breathing that she hears pounding against the other end. You put the phone down and collect yourself, running a hand through your hair and realize that your once comfortable position sitting against the headboard had become you hugging knees to your chest. You roll your head back and forth and begin the familiar pattern of breathing and holding your breaths in fours. With each successful round of grounding, your limbs loosen and fall to the bed. Your neck cracks and stretches the tension away until finally, tight shoulders drop.

You’re back and you bring the phone to your ear knowing Charlie is waiting for you.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now let’s start over and talk about why you deserve this chance and then you can see how you feel about it and make a decision.”

“Damn it,” mutters Rebecca looking at her phone. She’s cozied up against Tara’s side on the couch at her girlfriend’s home.

They wanted to have a quiet night in, but the two of them thought it would a good idea to invite you over to join them. Also, Rebecca hadn’t had a chance to see you since the dinner awhile back and she was missing you. They were waiting for your response but had started on the wine without you.

Tara looked up to respond with a questioning gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“She said no,” Rebecca responded frumpily and tossed her phone down by the furthest cushion. “I really thought she’d come.”

“I’m not,” Tara states emphatically without thinking before taking a sip from the wine glass. They had chosen a cabernet sauvignon to have while watching the movie Till, and the bottle was ready for refills on the coffee table.

Rebecca’s head snaps at Tara with much curiosity. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tara stopped in mid-sip realizing she was in trouble. “Uh …”

“Don’t uuuuuh me.” She pries the drink from Tara’s hand and sets in on the table. “What’s going on with her that I don’t know because last time I remember, I was her friend first. Which means, I’m on a need to know basis on what you clowns at the BAU have done to her.”

“Hey! What makes you think it’s us?” Tara declared with a tinge of hurt.

“Who else could it be?” she retorts with confidence and goes into lawyer mode. “The only variable that’s changed with her since I’ve known her is working as an FBI consultant with the BAU. And I know your track record with drama. So, please tell the jury who else has upset Agent Whitlock. And remember,” she pauses to bop Tara’s nose with a fingertip, “you’re under oath.”

Tara playfully tries to bite Rebecca’s finger as she pulls away which makes them smile adoringly towards one another. It makes Tara sigh with a roll of her eyes. “It’s not technically the BAU.”

Rebecca raises an unamused brow, but Tara holds up a hand to halt the retort. “I’m serious.” She rocks her head back and forth on how to phrase this. “It’s really just the … section chief of the BAU.”

That makes her brows furrow in defensiveness. “What the hell did Prentiss do?”

Tara leans with a huff. “It’s a long story.”

She takes the remote and pauses the movie. “Girl, I’ve got all night for you to convince me not to tear Prentiss a new asshole. You better get talking.”

User45125 sent 0924: Before we get to that, need assurances. 

FlamePit23 sent 0945: Like what?

User45125 sent 0955: Need a favor done. And if done right, we can go ahead with your present.

FlamePit23 sent 0956: What kind of favor?

User45125 sent 0956: Not here. Want to talk. You game?

FlamePit23 sent 0957: I am.

User45125 sent 0959: Let me take care of some things on my end and I’ll let you know.

FlamePit23 sent 1000: Try not to have too much fun without me.

User45125 sent 1001: Wouldn’t think of it.

FlamePit23: sent 1002: Good. Talk soon.

This conversation happened during the day at the BAU where Prentiss and Garcia could watch the exchange in real time. Soon as you got the first text, you fired off one to Prentiss and Garcia to meet you in Penelope’s lair.

“Good work, my beloved cutie. You’ve gotten one step closer at snagging Spiderboy,” exclaims Penelope giving you a bright smile.

“Thanks.” You nod appreciatively. “Need to be careful though. He sniffs even an ounce of deceit; this plan is fucked.”

“Agreed.” Prentiss remains passive, focusing on the screen. You two haven’t shared a single word that wasn’t work related which was fine by you. “Let’s go over your cover.”

Penelope cracks her knuckles and brings up the digital creation for you. “Meet Nikole Wade – forty-three-year-old woman who barely graduated High School with a 2.0 GPA at Graves County in Mayfield, KY. She has a lovely rap sheet of violence and arson that has landed her in juvie several times because of her abusive father, Liam Wade. Thankfully he tragically died by slamming into a tree because he had a heart attack while driving his truck. Backstory, he was addicted to alcohol and cocaine. Mama Katie Wade in her infinite wisdom, thought she could groom her daughter for prostitution to pay the numerous bills. That’s when Nikole’s penchant for fire starting came to fruition and burned down the house, along with her mother. It was ruled an accident because mommy dearest had too much to drink and kept the stove on. Nikole ends up working a lot of retail jobs and is currently a cashier at the Food City grocery store in Gatlinburg, TN.”

“This fits with the whole nurturing angle that FlamePit23 has on her profile,” you continue. “And with a history like this, it explains her antisocial tendencies and denying friendships. We theorize by previous posts that the user came to this forum to gain new insights into what other arsonists are doing to keep their habits going without getting caught. Then ends up disgusted with how many wannabees there are playing pretend.”

“And this corroborates Green’s explanation of how Sicarius weeded through the users for those individuals that were legit. FlamePit being one of them,” Prentiss surmises.

“Exactly.” Penelope brings up a picture of you digitally altered to look like a teen during the juvie years of your story. “Isn’t she cute!”

Your head drops as you sigh. “You won’t let that go.”

“I will not. Not unless you show me an actual picture of teenage you to dispute your cuteness.”

“You know I can’t do that,” you plead while turning your head to look at her.

“Therefore, you are cute!” Penelope grins with a scrunched nose.

“Both of you focus,” Prentiss snaps, which got both of yours attention. And here you thought she would remain neutral but here comes bitch mode. “What have you done to make Sicarius believe this?”

Penelope’s wide eyes return to normal after being scolded. “Ah, well, the usual. High school records, a sealed juvenile record, uh … different places she’s worked, social security cards, birth certificates. A few police reports and articles about the crash and fire. If he somehow goes deeper than that, we’ll … we’re screwed.”

“But really, a person like Nikole Wade isn’t gonna have a lot to find since she’s kept to herself since becoming of age. I’ve already studied unsolved arsons in the Kentucky and Tennessee area that I can use for a resume in case he questions me,” you add. “Honestly, this is as good as it’s gonna get, Prentiss. Not unless you want me to do an entire photoshoot for new material.”

She heard the roughness in your tone in response to her impatience. She really couldn’t blame you and rises from her seat. “Alright. Let me know when he schedules the call. Until then, I’ll be in my office.”

“Oh, okay, Emily …” Penelope starts talking but Prentiss already was on the move and didn’t make eye contact with either of you. The door closes and she ends up waving to the door. “Bye!”

You roll your eyes at Prentiss’ childish behavior. “Anyway, I should probably get back to my desk since we’re good here.”

Penelope wants to say something so bad, but she can’t. She just can’t! No matter how much she wants to interfere and smack yours and Emily’s heads together to get a clue. Her, Tara and JJ all promised to not tell you anything.

So instead, she nods with agreement. “Yep! Those nasty reports can’t write themselves.”

Two days and there was no further contact from Sicarius, thus the BAU was business as usual writing up reports, analyzing data, and piecing together information to connect the victims in the shipping container to the missing persons. Tara has provided closure to three families. Penelope has made your cover identity as airtight as she possible can with the cyber crime division and what made Prentiss exceptionally happy? That Bailey had nothing to say about any of their work because the expenses were paid for and Director Korogoth’s glowing report of the BAU’s work in Idaho with your expertise made the AG extremely happy. She saw the benefit of Rebecca’s involvement of you, which also made Director Madison happy. The BAU was coming out ahead all thanks to collaborative efforts of you and the BAU.

What personally sucked was the lack of resolution between the two of you. She hadn’t even devised a solution to the problem she, once again, created so the only option was to avoid anything social with you. Admittedly her anxiety over the situation spilled over to impatience with snappish responses to any frivolity in the unit. At least she was consistently bitchy instead of her previous singular agenda against you. What weighed on her mind were things growing more awkward as she dragged out clearing the air with you.

“Hey, Em? Got a sec?”

She looks up from the opened file from New Mexico to address JJ. “Yeah. Come on in.”

JJ closes the door which puts Emily on alert. “Is everything okay?”

“Well, that depends.” JJ takes a seat across from Emily with purpose.

Emily speaks cautiously. “Oh what …”

“On why you haven’t talked with Whitlock yet,” she accuses.

She closed the file forcefully and was defiant. “JJ, I’m in no mood for this right now.”

JJ’s brows raise in disagreement. “Ah, well. Guess what? We’re talking because your mood sucks around here and it’s getting really old, really quick.”

“Are you seriously reprimanding me?” Emily challenged.

“Ah, yeah. Clearly, I am.” She frowns. “You need to talk to someone about it. Why not me?”

Emily starts to respond but doesn’t know how to start, leaving her mouth hanging open. JJ is patient since she sees that she is trying.

“You were right, JJ,” she admits with a long face. “I fucked up.”

“How did you fuck up?” she probed gently.

“Nina … is her mandated psychiatrist.”

Blue eyes look hard at Emily to interpret why this news unsettled her. All of them had mandated therapy sessions at several points in their careers, and now she knew who Nina was. Which wasn’t a woman in competition with her for your affections. “Okay. How is this bad?”

Emily licks her upper teeth as if there was a bad taste in her mouth before holding JJ’s gaze. “Because … I didn’t do as you suggested. And because of that we had another disagreement here in my office. Oh, stop that!” Emily scolds JJ dubious look. “It wasn’t like before. Tempers weren’t so heightened. But …”

JJ leaned in closer waiting for a continuation that never comes. She speaks up, coaxing her friend to keep going. “But what, Emily?”

With a sigh, Emily shrinks back into her chair to avoid eye contact. “Because I didn’t ask her who Nina was like you suggested. Instead, I learned it because she took a call from Nina.”

JJ winces. “Ouch.”

She points emphatically to her. “Exactly.”

“Well, it’s still salvageable,” JJ suggests furrowing her brows with concentration.

“I’ve messed up twice, JJ.” She holds up two fingers for emphasis. “Twice. I’m not willing to gamble the third times the charm.”

“Okay, if you want to be technical, you’ve already messed up three times if you could the first week you worked together with her,” offers JJ with a glint in her eyes. “So, fourth time’s the charm?”

Emily response was crossing her arms over her chest.

“Okay, yeah. Not funny,” JJ agreed, but she wasn’t going to give up on Emily. “You’re gonna have to work together for awhile still. You might as well be honest and apologize to smooth things over.”

“She’s too smart to take just the apology, JJ. She’ll want a reason.”

JJ shrugs. “So, tell her the reason.”

“Tell her she hit on me in Russian?” she scoffs at that. “Like she’ll believe me. She obviously doesn’t remember what happened. And after my behavior, you really think she’ll take my word? Or hell, really anything I have to say?” She looks guilty at JJ. “I really laid into her about the last case. About her call in the field.”

JJ knows how ugly that can get and is sympathetic for you. “Remember what I said when we were discussing this before?”

“That I basically suck at relationships.”

“True, but you needing more information is what I was going for,” she reminds Emily. “I think that if you don’t resolve what is, and isn’t, going on with you and Whitlock, this is just gonna keep escalating further until you have a real blow up. Professionally, that won’t be good and could get someone seriously hurt … or killed.”

She nodded thoughtfully at that, knowing JJ was right. “And what about personally?”

“Oh, that’s simple.”

Emily looked at JJ who was sitting eagerly at the edge of the chair. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. I want you to be happy and I really think that if you clear up this misunderstanding, you’ll get that chance.”

The case officially came that evening once logistics were ironed out. Penelope sent out the ‘Avengers Assemble’ text to the team on Prentiss’ behalf and that night you took the jet to Albuquerque, NM. A series of disappearances occurred at different campsites where the victim’s cars were left at NomadLand and Enchanted Trails RV park. Word is the victims stopped there for directions and never made it back to their vehicles. Both families called in a missing person report. Two weeks later, a couple of dirt bike riders found the bodies of the missing women off an OHV* trail by Goose Lake. It was roughly a four-hour drive from Albuquerque. The bodies of the women were found naked with signs of sexual abuse and breast mutilation.

You, Rossi and Prentiss were working with Albuquerque detectives on the geographical profile and pouring over cases that may have been missed similar to the current one. Lewis was interviewing family and witnesses while Alvez and JJ were investigating the dump site and talking to the rider that found the bodies.

By the weekend you had the profile of a twenty to thirty-year-old male who not only wants power over his victims by assaulting them, but also expressing deeply rooted anger by disfiguring the victim’s breasts. It more than likely stems from psychology trauma inflicted upon his mother or another female authoritative figure. As the victims were both similar in appearance and age, they suspect a Hispanic unsub.

That brings you to Gabriel Arellano, a thirty-three year old out of Farmington, NM, a city three hours northwest of Santa Fe. He and his three brothers were raised by their single mother, Elisa Arellano. Several calls to CYFD* were made on the children’s behalf, due to Elisa’s drug and alcohol habits and eventually the children were taken away from her and they were put into the foster care system. Once Gabriel finished High School, he made it his mission to raise his siblings, but no one was aware of the sexual abuse his mother unleashed upon him when she was high and intoxicated.

That inner rage was tempered to protect his brothers, making sure that Elisa only abused him. By researching similar kidnappings, the BAU were able to determine that Gabriel’s killings started once his youngest brother, Ricardo, moved out of their shared apartment. Once alone, Gabriel no longer was focused with family obligations and was triggered by seeing a woman that resembled his mother at a construction job per Garcia’s digging. That disappearance happened six years ago. Paula Sanchez’s body was found outside of the Navajo Nation reservation, strangled, raped, and had bite marks on her breasts, focusing on the nipples. He has slowly escalated since.

State PD had issued an APB* on Arellano’s silver 2002 Dodge Charger as he was lying low since the news broke of his involvement. Law enforcement was confident he was still in state but had collaborated with surrounding states to monitor highways for people matching his description and vehicle.

After a lead on Arellano’s whereabouts turned up cold by a Circle K in Hatch, NM, you were driving back to the hotel in Albuquerque. The ride was under three hours and since it wasn’t hot this time of year, you had the window down enjoying the fresh air with classic rock playing. Prentiss was in the passenger seat checking her phone and Rossi was well aware of the tension between the two of you. Tension that had been building over the last week. Emily’s cold behavior had resurfaced after drinks last Friday night and was avoiding you at work as much as possible. Prior to that, the two of you had an easy working relationship and conversation. You sometimes took lunch together in Emily’s office. That came to a sudden halt on Monday.

He glances between the two of you and smiles. “Pretty chilly up front.”

You have your Ray-Ban’s on, so he didn’t notice you looking up at the rearview mirror. He has this knowing smirk on his face and your stomach sinks. You pray he says nothing. Emily doesn’t even acknowledge him.

“Alright. How about this.” He folds his hands atop his jacket. “Mind telling me what’s going on with you two?”

Prentiss keeps scrolling on her phone but not she’s on edge. Or at least was doing a good job pretending. You shrug. “I’d say I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about but clearly that won’t work.”

Rossi half smirks with a chuckle. “The trials and tribulations of working with profilers.”

Prentiss half snorts as you bit your lower lip in thought. You did not want to have this conversation right now with Rossi present. Or really, at all. You’re still mad at Emily.

He starts tapping his thumbs together thoughtfully as neither you or Prentiss comment further. “Come on, ladies. Something’s clearing bothering the two of you.” He pauses patiently. “What happened?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with Papa Rossi,” you dismiss with a half-smile that Prentiss catches.

“Oh, god. That was fucking terrible, Whitlock,” Emily noted with a huff.

Rossi was happy you two were talking but he didn’t understand what happened. “What was terrible?”

“Dave, seriously? You don’t hear it?” Emily says partially annoyed, but you note a hint of amusement.

He’s baffled. “Hear what?”

“Papa Rossi.” You say again and he looks blankly at you still not understanding the joke. “It’s like … paparazzi ya big fancy famous writer man.”

“Ooooh!” His head rocks back as he laughs just as a silver Dodge Camaro passes your SUV on the other side of the two-way highway.

You looked at Prentiss who was looking at you. Dave was laughing cluelessly. There was only one way to find out if this was your guy and that was to go after the driver. You share a nod with Prentiss and suddenly turn the SUV around for U-turn. This wasn’t the first time you’ve done this and purposefully go off roading for a second to even out the car so you don’t tip over. You thank fed tires for being strong enough to not get stuck in the sand.

“Whoa!” Dave exclaims while grabbing onto the headrest of the passenger seat and the door handle. “What the hell Whitlock?!”

“Camaro that matches the description of our unsub just drove past us,” informs Emily as you start back on the main road to catch up.

“On it,” says Rossi, making a call to the New Mexico State Police.

You work the controls under the automatic gear shift to put in a call to Penelope. The car was synched up to your phone by Bluetooth that was secured on a handsfree mount on the dashboard next to the dash camera.

Her face appears on screen. “Hello my lovelies. What’s up?”

Prentiss speaks up first. “Access the dash cam. We need to ID the car in front of us. Might be our unsub.” And as she finishes saying that the Camaro starts burning rubber and speeds off. “Which has now elevated to probably our unsub,” Prentiss updates.

“Doubt they’re running from a ticket,” Rossi says while announcing different markers on the side of the road so state troopers could intercept.

You hit the accelerator and chase after them. “I need real time reports of traffic. We haven’t seen much but in case this gets messy, I don’t want any civilian injuries.”

“Done and done! Oh yeah … uh, that’s our guy. Plate matches.”

Rossi takes over relaying that information. “We have confirmation that we’re in pursuit of the suspect’s vehicle. New Mexico Plate Tango Charlie One Eight Nine Nine.”

“Wait. You’re driving crazy with Dave in there?”

“Well, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask while Penelope brings real time traffic for you as requested on your display.

“Dave you be careful!”

“I’m the one driving, Pen. Shouldn’t you be telling me to be careful?”

“She’s saying I’m old and don’t have a heart attack,” he says for clarification.

“Don’t worry, Queen Penelope,” you say quickly as you close the distance going ninety and climbing. “I’ve got this.”

“Uh, Queen Penelope?”

You hear the guilt in her voice and call her out on it. “Yeah. Why’s that weird? You are the Black Queen.”

“Right! I’m the Black Queen, hence why you’re addressing me as my sovereign title.” And not because of the chat title she gave herself in the secret chat group she made to discuss two of her favorite people she was staring at during a high speed chase.

“Why you acting weird?” you ask, watching the display and the road ahead of you. There are miles of desert in this area and rest stops. So far, the lack of traffic is on your side.

“Why are you?” Penelope says defensively without meaning to.

“Yeah … no. We’re revisiting this later but right now I need to focus.” You cross the solid yellow line into the opposite lane.

“What are you doing?” Prentiss wonders cautiously.

“Gonna say hi.”

Even Rossi was dumbfounded by this. “Say … hi?”

“Yep.” You speed up and follow alongside the Camaro and see Gabriel is white knuckling the steering wheel.

“Well, that’s definitely our guy.” Prentiss confirms and Rossi relays that information to dispatch as well. What she wasn’t expecting is you waving at the suspect. “What on earth are you doing?”

“I told you; I wanted to say hi.” You see Gabriel meet your gaze and watch his brows raise above the sunglasses in what had to be shock. You then grab Prentiss’ lanyard and hold it up. “Tell him to pull over.”

“I just … I don’t even know what to think about you right now.” Prentiss is exasperated and snatches her ID back as Rossi busts out laughing. “Dave! This is not funny.”

“Actually, it’s quite hilarious and technically by the book.” Dave starts explaining to dispatch what was so funny and then frowns noticing movement in the car. “Oh, looks like he’s reaching for something.”

“Probably a gun,” sighs Prentiss. “It’s always a gun. They can never go quietly.”

“Yep, there it is,” you announce, seeing the flash of metal in the desert sun. “Just needed confirmation.” Then you hit the brakes to confuse Arellano and end up behind the vehicle once more.

Dave was hanging on to dear life and almost dropped his phone. “Warn me next time!”

“OH MY GOD YOU ALMOST KILLED DAVE!” Penelope shrieks over the connection.

“I’m not killing anyone! God. You all need to trust me that I know what I’m doing. And thanks for asking if me and Emily are okay, too,” you bark and straighten out the car.

You both zoom past a small gas station leaving a trail of dust behind and as far as you could tell, the road was continued to be clear, and police were still enroute. You had no visuals either way and it was time to change that. “Pen, we’re still alone out here, right?”

“Ah, yes. No civies and police are about ten minutes away from catching up.”

You surmise that if this goes the way it will, either troopers will open fire on the vehicle and end up killing Arellano, set up tire spikes and have you back off but that would alert him that something was up. You’re aggressively tailing him. There’s also the chance they’ll try and barricade him, and he’ll just slam through it and possibly kill someone.

You keep your eyes up ahead and see Arellano poking his head out to open fire several rounds. You swerve out of the way, rocking everyone inside as tires hit desert sand before pulling the car back onto the pavement. At least he only had a handgun he was currently using, though there may be other weapons in the car, but you make your decision.

“You trust me?” you ask, turning to Prentiss.

Without hesitation, she nods firmly. “I do.”

“Shoot the back right tire after I get him to open fire again. With him distracted, I’m hoping he spins …”

“… off the road. The sand should slow him. Car like that’s not made for driving on sand for too long.”

“And then we surround the car to arrest him while he’s in shock,” finishes Dave.

You hit the accelerator and come up to his right, off roading until you catch up to him as Emily rolls down her window. Emily had her gun hidden from view, but the safety was off and ready to go once you gave her the opening.

You nod your head up and salute Arellano with a cocky grin, which pisses him off after he realizes you were right there again. He quickly points the gun at you. You hit the brake while easing off the accelerator, so all Arellano shot was the passenger window, shattering glass pieces everywhere where you now weren’t. You veer back onto the road, the car’s suspension taking the brunt of force for changing terrain so quickly. You saw how frantic Arellano was trying to control the steering wheel and with you keeping him off guard, it left him open for Prentiss who was already leaning out the window and lining up a shot.

She fires one round into the back right tire as planned and immediately you slow down to bring the car around to the left to avoid impact. The tire blows out with a bang and since Arellano was pulling the steering wheel down to the right, the car spins out in a three-sixty once and diverges off the road. In a panic, Arellano hits the accelerator, kicking up sand and with the loss of traction, ends up spinning his good back wheel deeper into soft sand. He was stuck.

Before he could make a decision on what to do next, you already pulled up alongside his car and put it in park to allow Rossi and Prentiss out. They quickly take sides, pointing their guns at him from both front windows.

Rossi was on the passenger side and saw that in the chaos, Arellano lost his gun. The 9mm was laying on the floor mat of the passenger side.

Rossi tsks as he tries to go for it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Arellano slowly raises his hands, glaring at Rossi with crooked sunglasses. Prentiss keeps the gun training on him while opening the driver’s side. “And you are under arrest Mr. Arellano. Let me list off all the reasons why …”

You were leaning against the SUV with arms crossed watching the state troopers take custody of Arellano from Rossi. It just made sense to wait and hand him off to local authorities, and it was one less thing the BAU had to do. The rest of the team would meet you in the police station in Albuquerque and start the paperwork to tie the case up with a bow for the district attorney.

You became distracted by the sound of the tow truck the troopers called in to take the Camaro. The driver was just finishing attaching the tow hook under the front bumper when you felt another presence join you against the car. You know it was Prentiss, but you honestly had nothing to say to her. Nope. Not even if she still trusted you in the field. Not that it almost made the fight you had in her office sting less.

Emily has her hands tucked into her front pants pockets and watches the car being pulled up the ramp with you. “Your driving was incredible,” she states delicately, testing the waters.

“Thanks.” You then add as an afterthought. “Nice shot.”

“Thanks.”

Silence ensues as you both watch the driver secure the Camaro. You really just want her to go and end this awkwardness, but Prentiss’ stubborn ass is still there.

You hear Emily shift beside you and then a thud. You finally dare to look at her and see her gazing up towards the sky. Silver grey hair was tousled against her shoulders and the car since there was no time for her to put it in a ponytail. Everything happened so fast as the three of you were not prepared for an actionable situation. She looks even more beautiful.

You resist the urge to restart the conversation despite wanting to know what’s on her mind, so you look across the scene and see Rossi looking back at the two of you. He smirks and just walks away and thus, takes away your way out.

Ugh.

“I need to apologize again,” admits Prentiss with a soft voice that takes you by surprise.

You tilt your head slightly while raising your brow. “Won’t hear me arguing.”

She nods. “I deserve that.” You watch her swallow; your eyes dragging along her neck and enjoy the view far too much for your liking before Emily moves her head to catch your gaze. “I am sorry. For the misunderstanding in my office.”

Your eyes squint and give no indication to her if you accept. You need more information. “But why was there one? I mean, I get being miffed that I did my own thing …”

“Miffed?” she questions while cutting you off.

“Put out. Angry. Asserting dominance by being a bitch.” You shrug nonchalantly but Emily heard the underlying hurt in your voice. “Miffed’s being nice, chief.”

“Oh … don’t do that,” Emily says with disappointment.

“Do what?” You know what you did.

“Be all formal like that.”

“Well, I thought we were past all that, but you pulled rank on me.” You didn’t hide the hurt in your voice as you challenged her. “That was Section Chief Prentiss getting pissy with me, so I figured I need to address you that way from now on.”

“But that’s not what I want,” she reveals quickly and that made you pause once your eyes meet brown ones. In that moment, all the sounds became muffled as time slowed. You could feel your heart begin to race under Emily’s intense gaze that were holding all the answers to why your friendship went to shit. You have your suspicions, but it was important to hear it from Prentiss.

“So,” you ask bluntly. “What the fuck do you want? Cuz I’m tried of this bullshit, chief.”

She winces and you hate that as much as you like doing that to her. You want to be vindictive like she was being to you, but in the next breath, you really hate how upset you were making her.

You watch her lips push and pull ever so slightly in thought but somehow, she has the strength not to look away. When her facial features smooth out, you know she comes to a decision and wait for it while holding your breath.

She fists her pants pockets and speaks your name with care. “I want you.”

The air rushes out of your mouth as your chest tightens. You end up playing dumb because you don’t know how to react to this and look away cowardly. “I … what?” Then your defense mechanism kicks in. “Kinda have an audience here, Prentiss.”

She smiles, glad to hear your joke and most importantly you are calling her by her last name again. “Well, I was thinking of a few dates first but hey, we can always give them a show,” she says as her gaze looks out to everyone clearing the scene. She saw Rossi finishing up with a deputy.

“That is the socially acceptable thing to do first,” you agree, then look at her. “But why are you telling me this now? Seems an odd time to do so.”

“That it is.” Her lips press thinly before responding. “I was gonna ask you out last Saturday.”

That made you jerk back and tilt your head in thought. “The day after Fireside?”

“Yes,” she confirms.

“Okay.” You sound as confused as you looked. “Why didn’t you?”

“Well, I was about to when I overheard your speaking with Brian.”

“Brian?” You’re baffled. “What does my conversation with Brian have to -. Oh …” It finally clicks as you remember your conversation about your ‘date’ with Nina. “Prentiss,” you say teasingly and smirk as she blushes. “All this nonsense was cuz you’re jealous?”

“I am not not saying that,” she sneers, but takes a deep breath before nodding. “But … maybe.”

You’re touched and feel yourself beaming. “Thank you for telling me.”

She looks at you pointedly and sees a resolution reflecting in your eyes. Emily frowns. “But?”

“But this isn’t a good idea. Even with me hitting on you in Russian,” you admit sheepishly.

“So, you do remember!” She grins. “Ass.”

You bow your head at that remark to concede the truth of it.

“And just for the record, I’ve been informed that since Brian is your direct supervisor, you wouldn’t be dating your boss,” she answers, anticipating your next response.

Shit.

Do you keep pressing that you work together and it’s a bad idea despite there being no official reason not to have a romantic relationship with one another. Or do you tell her the truth.

You look down at the sand. “I suck at relationships.” You give her a partial truth.

“That’s alright because you’re in luck.” She says your name and you look up to see her smile knowingly. “I suck at them, too. Like, really suck at them. As JJ will confirm, I’m the master of self-sabotage.”

“Wow,” you chuckle. “That’s a helluva thing to admit to someone you’re asking out.”

“Yes, it is.” Emily kicks at the sand nervously since you still haven’t given her an answer either way.

“You know I don’t date. Like, ever.” You admit and hear Emily’s boots shifting quickly in the sand.

“I, uh, didn’t realize that. But you know I appreciate you telling me this up front instead of stringing me along. Or being utterly rude like I was to you.” Emily was starting to spiral and needed to get away from you to recuperate from this raw emotional state. Damn her for assuming you would just magically forgive her and say yes.

“Hey, Emily?” you start but she was still going.

“No, it’s alright. Thank you for this.”  Her smile was all for show, but her eyes were dull and defeated. “We should get Rossi and head back to meet the rest of the te-.”

“Emily, stop!” You say firmly and that halts her from walking away any further. She hesitantly looks at you despite her body thrumming with anxiousness. She was ready to bolt by words or movement. You take a cautious step forward and decide to go all in like Charlie hoped you would. “I mean, I’ve never dated anyone before. Ever.”

Emily quirks a brow as if she didn’t hear that right. “Like … ever?”

“Never, ever.” You kick the sand now and chuckle nervously. “No one came along that mattered.”

Emily’s lips slowly curl into a hopeful smile. “Really? Not even in high school or …?”

You confirm all of that with a nod, which was far more confident than your voice that cracks. “Yep.” With Emily looking so adorable with that admission you look away. “Fuck, Prentiss. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” she asks taking a step back closer to you with a shit eating, confident grin.

“Fuck it, like that!” you accuse, gesturing at her, with a nervous laugh. Damn her gorgeous smile that just lights up when so thrilled. For once, Emily looks like the weight of the entire world didn’t rest on her shoulders. How could that be because of you?

“So?” she lowers her voice on purpose and stops in front of you, relaxed and back in control of this conversation. You were close enough that if she wanted to, she could reach out and touch you, but she wouldn’t. Not with too many eyes in the vicinity. “Does this mean you’ll allow me the pleasure of taking you out sometime?”

You lick your lips and nervously scratch at the back of your neck, which makes Emily’s eyes light up happily with the effect she was having on you. “Ah fuck it.” You twist your lips, sucking on the lower one as you find the courage to look directly into those gorgeous brown eyes that were distracted by your lips. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

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This can be a huge source of medical trauma and it's so cruel that it's being imposed on people by the medical establishment itself. How can they help but feel anything but helpless? There's no fighting that.

I can't help but think of this from my own perspective as a fibromyalgia patient who keeps having to fight being thought of as (or even being labeled as) drug-seeking.

I am literally just trying to live life closer to the standard that 'normal' people have every day.

Why is it in any way fair that most people are mostly pain-free and capable of doing the things they want to do, but I have to suffer with pain on a daily basis that is at minimum, on a very rare, very good day, at level 5?

Why is it when I report that my pain level is at level 7, 8, 9, I only get doctors side-eyeing me and explaining my OTC options?

I have had chronic pain since I was 8. I'm very fucking aware of my OTC options, so no thank you, doc.

And when I spend 20 minutes explaining in detail that my daily pain has noticeably increased and changed in quality since around January 1st, why should I have my PCP giggle at me every time I say that I need help with managing my pain and learning ways to deal with it?

It felt incredibly invalidating and I wish he would have said, look, I don't have the expertise to help you, so here's a referral to a pain specialist.

I only found out there was a such thing by trying to research the topic after this on my own!

So yeah, it's not just the insurance companies, it's the doctors, too.

It's almost like having a profit-motivated medical establishment hurts patients.

[terrumdurak]

thank you Borsht for writing me a sweet message about lbh appearance (i'm so sorry that i've accidentally deleted it and can't do a proper answer post)

so i wanted to go deeper with comparing lbh and lbg appearances (how i draw them ofc) as well as explain why my lbh looks so tired and sad. With my designs i want to show characters' inner world so i tend to mix up some canon things.

Luo Binghe is an amazing example. I was trying to show how he is affectionate to his shizun, his shizun-mirroring behaviour. He wears the same clothing style as sqq, even tho his fighting style is way more aggressive and screams for tighter clothes. He is also a little bit more tanned bc it's hot in demons realm where he spent a lot of time (as well he doesn't care if he gets tanned). He is exposing his collarbones and tends to ignore the inner layer - as demons do. His hair is spiky and shaggy and tied into a messy bun. He isn't going for fancy clothing and his look is kinda messy - he is strong enough to show everyone that it isn't about his appearance (maybe he doesn't care with all that politics and shizun resurrection and countless fights who knows). Lbh is lost and he doesn't know what to do, he feels grief and sorrow and aggression. But his aggression goes mostly in, rarely out. Lbh harms himself first and others second. He tries not to murder people (he actually killed some tho and that's sad). I added scars on his arms to show how he actually hates himself, willing to feel pain over and over again. He destroys his world of dreams, he harms himself every freaking day. Xinmo harmed his mind so much because he was already unstable and it also drunk a lot of his own blood, getting even stronger. But still lbh has potential to heal wounds, let scars close and new skin grow on top of them.

Now it's Luo Bingge turn. He is mirroring sqq from PIDW (sj) in every tiny little detail. He hates him so much that desided to fully copy shizun while tearing apart him and everything he likes. Sqq loves to spend time among women - lbg will build his own harem, sqq is stiff and haughty and cruel and... - lbg will copy his behaviour so well. Lbg wears fansy clothing, his messy hair is tied nicely always always perfect in each detail. He looks stiff, strong and dangerous. He has pure jade skin and shiny eyes. He has no scars cause he doesn't need to harm himself while he can torture people he hates. Wow, he is also mad but in a destructive, cruel way. He will never be happy, having no chance to cure - no one can help him neither in his own world nor in others.

to sum this all up i really wanted to show that they'd chosen the path of selfdestruction instead of cultivation, but their paths were different and it affected not only their personality but also their outer look. I might eventually change the designs i went for, but i like them for now.

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➸ CHAPTER 10 “follow me to your sweet salvation”

4 YEARS LATER- 6 YEARS AFTER JASON'S DEATH

SEPTEMBER 14TH 2025

Bright sun rays hit your face softly, you grumbled in the bed and one of your eyes hesitantly fluttered open. A snoring to your left helped you fully awaken as you quickly sat up and eyed the man next to you. You sighed, events from last night catching up with the present. Quietly, you got out of the sheets and eyed the mess on the floor, your clothes scattered as a remnant of your choices. After picking up what belonged to you, you made a beeline for the exit door and cursed under your breath as you made your way down the stairs of the apartment building. Fresh, morning air hit you in the face as you hoped to never see this man again, whoever he was. This was supposed to be your idea of moving on, you tried hooking up with strangers, downloaded Tinder only to delete it after a few days. No one understood you like he did. You didn't even need a romantic relationship, you just wanted to share the same bond you shared with Jason - but with someone else. As much as it hurt to think. 

You entered your apartment, a small flat that your parents had bought for your 24th birthday. A black furball rubbed your right calf and you bent down to pick it up. A few months ago you had found this kitty curled up next to a dumpster, it was limping and missing an eye. You always had a thing for strays and so it stayed - leg healed, one eye missing. Because of the eye, you named him Mikey after the character from Monsters Inc. - Mike Wazowski. It was a bit silly, but the cat seemed to like it. You plopped down on the couch and buried your face in his soft fur. 

"What would I do without you, huh?" You mumbled into him, a purring sound getting louder. 

You gave him a few soft strokes and squeezed him hard, but not enough to cause any discomfort. He wiggled out of your grasp after a while and huddled over to his bowl, a loud meow escaping his mouth. 

"Yea, yeaah... I know." You grumbled and lazily got up from the couch. "I'm sorry I didn't come home last night." 

As you pour your heart out to the creature, telling him all about your problems, he ijust stares at you, a sound of a can opening rings in his ears, then the smell of the wet food fills the room. You softly gag as it fills your nostrils, still a bit sensitive from all the alcohol, nevertheless you put it out into his bowl and give him a few pats on his head. He dives right in and you take this as an opportunity to take an awaited, long, hot shower. You plugged the charger into your dead phone and left it in the kitchen with Mike. The warm water cascading down your curves was exactly what you needed to get the smell and the feeling off. You didn't even catch that guys name, he looked cute sleeping - you had to admit. You wondered if you are a bad person for doing this to people, then you remembered you literally torture criminals for fun. But that was totally different, at least in your perspective. Besides that, you got a job now, administrative assistant in the Gotham Police Department. Sure, it wasn't the best, but you got everything you needed - access to cases, criminal files, first-hand news. You were also taken under Commissioner Gordon's wing, maybe one day you would become a respected detective as well. You didn't necessarily want to wear a uniform, the one you hated with passion, so dressing casually and analyzing things was a god sent position for you. You exited the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around your figure, the steam followed you out of the bathroom. While putting on your panties and an oversized shirt, a faint sound of your phone buzzing caught your attention. You scurried to the kitchen and grabbed it, the screen lighting up and showing a new message from the Commissioner. 

"Come to the station when you wake up."

"Weekend? What weekend?" You grumbled under your breath. It was one of the things that came with the job, having to work even when you were supposed to have a day off. It pissed you off sometimes, you could use this time to do some actual good and get some criminals behind the bars in a vigilante way. But it was what is was and you complied. 

The station was a twenty minute walk from your flat, you used that time to observe the streets from a civilans perspective. You liked watching people of Gotham shuffle between each other on the sidewalks, each person just trying to get through their day. It reminded you of how you aren't all that different, you all have felt the same emotion at a point in your life. Your heart squeezed ever so tightly when you passed by a man sitting on a bench near his home. He used to sit there with his partner, but he passed away a few months back. You waved to him and his eyes lit up, he didn't have anyone left but some friends he made along the way, you included. You promised yourself to visit him on your way home and bring him something sweet, to lift his spirits. 

As you push the door to the GCPD Department, two cups of hot coffee in your hands, Gordon manifests in front of you almost making you drop them.

"Shit!" You curse and lock eyes with him. "Don't scare me like that old man."

You hold out the cup for him to take and he takes it after rolling his eyes at you. 

"We have another suicide, the victim is said to have been found dancing on the roof near the crime alley and laughing maniacally, moments before the incident."

You nod as you follow him downstairs to the Coroner's office, Jim pushes the door to let you in first and you immediately go over to the corpse splayed out on the examination table. 

"Victim is 23 years old, name's Christopher Hudson. I sent a sample of his blood to the lab for tests." Mason tells you as he gets up from his chair.

"Good day to you too." You reply and lift the corner of your lips. "Can I see his blood under the microscope?"

"Yeah, give me a minute." You nod at his answer and then turn to Jim.

"You think it's the same drug?" You ask referring to other recent crimes.

"Yes. And what's worse, it reminds me of the Joker venom." 

You still at the name and turn to the corpse again, you can feel it. You feel the substance in the blood, you have felt it in nearly every victim brought here in the past month. You have also felt it in the man that you killed at the gala, a few years ago. You swallow thickly and get lost in your thoughts when Mason pipes up.

"Okay, come on." You walk towards the microscope and notice the green shimmer. "You see it?"

"Yeah, it's the same as others, right?" He nods in response and you both look at Gordon.

"We have to find who distributes the drug, I'll get some people on it. You-" He points his finger at you. "I want you to find what we have on this Red Hood guy that started appearing recently, he could be involved with this or he could know who is."

"On it." You replied and left the office, quickly getting to your desk.

You heard about this new vigilante, that he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, he wasn't afraid to kill the criminals. You haven't made an opinion about him yet, but you admired he had a similar view to yours. You heard as your coworkers complain about him, they also complained about Revenge, not knowing she was a few meters away from them. You took pleasure in eavesdropping and hearing how she doesn't know what she's doing and instead should be locked in a facility. You always smirk, amused by their hatred towards you and then being so nice to your civilian self. A while ago, when you had started becoming more popular, you decided to sign your victims with an "R" etched on their back. It stood for your alias, but it was scarily similar to the Robin symbol, you wanted to mock Batman. The police quickly put two and two together, knowing that you were the one leaving those R's and not Robin or anyone else, the injuries of the men just fit your agenda. You sighed and opened up some folders on your desk, this was going to be a long day.

It was already dark when you left the police department, the sky was filled with ominous clouds casting an ominous atmosphere and reminding you of how intimidating and fearsome Gotham can be. Soft droplets of water landed on your face and you groaned, hoping to get to your apartment in time before the storm. You hadn't found anything during your research, Red Hood had just started appearing and it was hard to track him down or get any concrete information. You would have to find him yourself, but how? The only thing you knew was that he hangs out around Crime Alley, where Jason grew up. You bit your lip and waved at the taxi, then when inside, told the driver to drive towards the infamous area. 

It wasn't a place for a young woman to be, especially this late, but you had a job to do. You hoped to get in some trouble, as bad as it sounds, just to get Red Hood to help and then talk to him. Even if he didn't show, you still had your badge and gun - precautions you could use without endangering your secret. You started circling between the blocks of Crime Alley, it felt like you were in a ghost town, normal civilians were already in their homes - given the area they lived in. During your wandering, the rain got heavier, soaking through your clothes and hair, making you shiver. You decided to wrap up this search if nothing happens in the next 15 minutes and of course - you jinxed it. A moment later, while you were lost in your thoughts, two men showed up out of nowhere in front of you. 

"I don't want any trouble. I'm just passing through." You told them and took a step back. 

"Just passing through, ay?" They started walking towards you and you quickly turned around to run.

One of them was quicker, he jumped at you and for a moment - you forgot about your powers, about the gun in your jacket. You did what your instinct told you, what it would tell every woman in your position. You screamed, as loud as you could. You tried crawling away even though the men held you. 

"Don't fucking touch me!" You cried and kicked at them, giving you a chance to pull out your gun. 

Your palm wrapped around the grip in the same moment there was a shot. The man above you fell lifelessly on top of you, he was hit in the head, his blood squirted on your face. Grunts and sounds of a fight echoed in your ears as you pushed the body off. You crawled back to the wall and pressed your back into it, covering your head with your hands, you took a few deep breaths. 

Then it was quiet. 

You heard heavy footsteps coming towards you and quickly pointed your gun at the stranger. The red helmet with white eyes reflected in the moonlight, the rain cascading down the broad shoulders covered with a brown leather jacket. You suddenly forgot how to speak, you just sat there with your gun pointed at him as he cocked his head in confusion. You lowered your gun and placed it back in your jacket, simultaneously standing up to face him. You felt him stiffen when you straightened up and your face came fully into view. His heart was beating loudly, but you supposed it was from the fight earlier. Why was he so stressed and shocked? His posture didn't change, but you could read anyone like a book. 

"Thank you." You broke the silence first.

It was fair to say he was intimidating, his presence rivaled Batman's. He gave you a short nod in answer and turned around  to leave.

"Wait I-" You tried to grab him but hesitated at the last second. "I was wondering if you could help me."

"I already did." He turned around to face you again, the modulated voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"I-um. Do you know of any new drugs in the area?" You asked and then realized how it came out. "Not for me! Not that I want any! I just.. I work at GCPD and there is a ne-"

"I don't talk to cops." He scoffed and tried to leave again. 

"I'm not a cop." You stated firmly. "I hate cops."

"And yet, you work with them."

"Do you have anything to do with a drug that has people laughing maniacally, dancing and then killing themselves or NO?" You took a step towards him, trying your best to intimidate him with your smaller form. 

"I don't."

"You're lying." He wasn't, but you didn't want him to leave yet.

"I'm not." 

"Okay then, do you know someone who does?"

"All you need to know is that I also don't want this shit around." He replied gruffly. "Go home, it's late."

He disappeared before you could stop him.

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[brittscafe]

this would be very random request but okay- (feel free to delete if you're not comfortable with it and it's lengthy so my apologies 😵‍💫)

How would Shunsui, Shinji, Kensei, (grown up) Toshiro, (young and captain of 10th division) Isshin and Gin would react to f!chubby!reader with big chest who is like 3th seat in their division for some time now and who was incredibly shy, easily flustered, a bit sensitive and introverted (a lot i know, im sorry 😭) at first but slowly become more comfortable with them, more relaxed and less anxious and stiff with everything and everyone, more joking around (reader have dark and silly humor too) and surprisingly more touchy but not in a sexual way, just like-occasional hug, kiss on a cheek, upper front body pressed against his back while she explains something to him, hand brushing with her captain even a massage to relax them when it's he's stressed when they don't have a job to do or paperwork to finish.

to the request finally (😭), what if reader makes tempting, unexpected offer; like they have some work to do (say paperwork or some not so important thing to do-cleaning or something like that) or something more personal like she have to have a dinner with her brother and mother and she lied she have a boyfriend so she just say.

"I need your help ! I'll do anything in return!! I'II write every one of your reports! I’ll even cook for you! I'II even suck your d-"

and she immediately slaps her mouth shut, shocked by her own words, room was pure silence, and of course just breathed of both of them is heard. (let’s say it’s already very late in their shared office, so they are free to do anything)

Make it just humor and suggestive or make it more, if possible make it in form of headcanons! Thank you for your time! Sending lots of love and hugs! ❤️‍🩹

omgggg haha I love this! Much loveeeee 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Shunsui: You walk into your captain's office and his soft, husky eyes flicker up to yours.

"Hey, I've got some paperwork for you," Shunsui chimes out, a smile on his face and holding out a stack of paperwork. Your eyes widen and you let out a heavy sigh.

Shunsui cocks an eyebrow at your heavy sigh. "I have plans, captain Kyoraku," you explain and he chuckles slightly.

"I understand that, but just do these and then you may leave," Shunsui explains with a calm voice and you walk up to him, swiping the papers from his hand.

Your eyes rake over the papers and you chew on your bottom lip. You will never get these done in time for dinner.

"Will you help me with them, please?" you pout and Shunsui runs his tongue over his bottom lip, shaking his head.

"No, y/n. I suggest you start on them now so you may go attend your plans for the evening," Shunsui speaks softly and you press your lips together.

"Please, Shunsui! I'll do anything in return! I'll write every one of your reports, I'll buy you an endless supply of sake, or I'll even suck your d-" your voice rambles on and Shunsui's heart skips a beat at the last sentence that you don't finish.

You slap your hand over your mouth as your stomach twists into uneasy knots. You lock eyes with your captain and you feel your face go red hot.

Shunsui chuckles deeply, standing up from his chair and you gulp at the way his figure swallows you up. He stands in front of you, mere inches in between your bodies.

"That's a tempting offer, y/n," Shunsui speaks hoarsely, eyes flickering down to your breasts peeking out from your uniform. You feel your body tingle and his eyes lift back up to your eyes.

He reaches his hand up and cups your face, his warm hand making your heart skip a beat.

"I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that," you stutter out and Shunsui's lips curl into a wide grin. Shunsui's thumb brushes over your cheek and he leans his head down.

"You go and do whatever plans you have mind. I'll finish the paperwork. How about you meet me in my office afterwards?" Shunsui whispers, his warm lips hovering above yours.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to make the tingly feeling go away from your core. Shunsui bites on his bottom lip and you nod your head.

Shunsui takes a step back and you quickly leave his office, giddy and excited for tonight.

Shinji: You're laying down on the couch, your legs resting over Shinji's as he's focused on his phone. You lift your leg up and nudge him slightly.

Shinji tears his gaze away from his phone and he gazes over at you, cocking an eyebrow.

"Are we almost done here?" you ask curiously.

"We've got to clean up the mess the other squad members made with that party," Shinji explains and you scoff quietly.

"Oh, come on, Shinji! I've got plans," you whine out, sitting up on the couch.

"Oh really? With who?" Shinji asks, a sly smirk across his face.

"M-my boyfriend," you shrug your shoulders, glancing away. Shinji scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out at you. His tongue piercing glistens in the dim lighting.

"You are a horrible liar. Now, come on," Shinji urges you and your lips curve down into a tiny frown.

"No, Shinji! I'll do anything if you let me get out of this!" you beg him.

"Like what?" Shinji asks, crossing his arms over his chest and shooting you a firm glance.

"I'll do all the paperwork, I'll deal with Hiyori for you, I'll even cook for you, I'll suck your d-!" you immediately stop speaking, your heart sinking into the soles of your feet.

Shinji's breath hitches in his throat and his wide eyes meet yours. You sink down in your figure and the room becomes silent. Shinji feels his cock grow hard inside of his pants at the thought and he adjusts his pants.

"Now...that is an offer I just cannot refuse, my dear y/n," Shinji drawls out his voice, wryly and slyly. A lump gets stuck in your throat as Shinji grabs onto your shoulders and presses you into the couch.

He climbs on top of you and his face is so close to yours. You can feel his warm breath fanning over your lips. Suddenly, Shinji bursts out laughing in your face and you knit your eyebrows together.

"Why are you laughing?" you speak quietly and Shinji snorts quietly, shaking his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Y/n, that is a lovely offer, but I'm gonna have to take your offer up another time. Maybe, tomorrow if you're free?" Shinji asks, drawing his lips dangerously close to yours.

You open your mouth to speak, but Shinji roughly presses his lips to yours. You groan into his mouth, your heart skipping a beat. His lips are warm and soft against yours.

"So, tomorrow?" Shinji asks, pulling away from the heated kiss and you blink with surprise.

"Sure," you reply, trapped underneath his lustful gaze.

"Run along and go have dinner with your fake boyfriend. I'll be waiting," Shinji shoots you a quick wink.

Kensei: Your gaze is stuck on your captain, unable to be shaken up by anything and focused on the movements of the broom he's dragging along the floor.

Your back hurts and all you want to do is go have a nice dinner with your friends. Instead you're here with your captain, cleaning up the hallway.

Your stomach grumbles quietly and rings throughout Kensei's eardrums. Your eyes widen as Kensei stops sweeping the dusty ground.

"Are you hungry, y/n?" Kensei chuckles out, glancing over at you and cocking an eyebrow. Your face gets hotter by the second as his eyes are on you and you lower your head.

"You have no idea," you sigh out and Kensei smirks widely.

"I would say go get dinner, but we need to clean first. Everyone else seemed to make the biggest mess tonight," Kensei sighs deeply.

"Ugh, Kensei please! I'm so hungry I could literally eat a horse!" you whine out. Kensei throws his head back and lets out a loud chuckle that fills the room.

"After we clean, I'll treat you to some dinner y/n," Kensei suggests and you roll your eyes.

"Please! I'll do anything if you let me go right now. I'll deal with Mashiro and Hiyori, I'll cook you dinner everyday, I'll even suck your di-!" your voice starts to trail off.

Kensei's wide eyes don't leave yours and you gulp. You're glad that Kensei is usually calm and collected.

"Ok," Kensei speaks up and your heart skips a beat.

"What do you mean ok?!" you raise your voice, grabbing a nearby pillow from the couch and throwing it at him. Kensei huffs out and easily dodges the pillow.

"I'm kidding, geez. I'm assuming you didn't mean to say that out loud...you can go ahead and go home," Kensei clears his throat, red spreading across his cheeks.

"Oh, thank you!" you giggle out, rushing out of the office and leaving Kensei a embarrassed puddle.

Toshiro: His head is buried in the paperwork, pen scribbling on the papers rapidly. You let out a heavy sigh that fills the room and catches Toshiro's attention.

He lifts his head up from the paper and sets his pen down. He turns his head towards you and his eyes have a tired gleam over them.

"What's wrong?" Toshiro asks with a firm voice.

"Nothing," you mumble out. Toshiro shifts his weight and shoots you a glance.

"Tell me," Toshiro demands with a harsh tone and you roll your eyes with annoyance.

"I have an important dinner with my boyfriend," you explain and you feel Toshiro's gaze sharpen and darken.

"And you think that dinner with your boyfriend is more important than your duties?" Toshiro asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course not, but come on! I'll do anything for you! I'll cook, clean, hell I'll even suck your d-"

Toshiro's breath hitches in his throat and your jaw drops open to the ground.

You can't believe you just said that...out loud.

"Do you really think that's appropriate to say to your captain?" Toshiro scoffs out, raising his eyebrows. Toshiro's snow white hair covers the tips of his ears turning bright red and burning.

"No, Captain Hitsugaya," you mumble out, lowering your head with shame.

"Geez, what an embarrassment. Go home, y/n and have dinner with your boyfriend if you're that desperate," Toshiro scoffs out, hiding back a smile.

You glance over at him and nod your head, mumbling a soft sorry before bolting out the door.

Isshin: You and Isshin steal glances over at each other from across the room. You've been arguing about him letting you go home early and he won't budge.

"Oh, come on, Isshin! I'll do anything for you. I'll cook for you, I'll clean up everything, I'll even suck your di-"

The color from Isshin's face floods away and his cheeks turn bright red. His breath hitches in his throat as he slowly turns his head to you.

You're awaiting for his reaction, expecting a bad one. Isshin starts to burst out laughing and you knit your eyebrows together. He slowly walks up to you and pats your shoulder.

Your body rattles and his laughter rings in your eardrums. "Of course, you can go home early!" Isshin chuckles out and your eyes widen.

You waste no time in leaving Isshin's office, sure to be ashamed of your words tomorrow and everyday until your death.

Gin: You and Gin are relishing in the silence in your shared office.

"Hey, I'm going to head out. I have some dinner plans," you explain and Gin lifts his head up from the pile of papers.

"Ah, I don't think so," Gin speaks up, that stupid sly grin still across his pale face. You scoff quietly and pout, pushing your bottom lip.

"Why not?" you whine out, huffing and puffing.

"I need you for 10 more minutes. You can do 10 more minutes, right?" Gin asks, towering above you.

"No, I really can't! Come on, Gin! I'll do anything for you. What do you want? I'll make you cookies, bring you sake, or I'll even suck your di-"

It's like Gin doesn't even react to the words that just came out of your mouth, he just stands there and stares at you. Your heart is slamming against your chest and you just wish Gin would stop staring a goddamn hole through your head.

"Well, since you're offering," Gin shrugs his shoulders, that stupid sly smile across his pale face. Your eyes widen in awe as Gin's hand slowly reaches into his uniform and down into his boxers.

You quickly spin around on your feet and bury your flustered face into the palm of your hands.

"I'm kidding. Go home," Gin chuckles out, shaking his head with disbelief. His narrow eyes watch as you rush out of the office, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"Silly girl," Gin mumbles underneath his breath, running his fingers through his silver hair.

[braxlrose]

silly and weird tom hcs

a/n: the last ones got deleted for some reason so I'm making a new one!

• this mf steals your food all the time. hes always munchin on something so if you have something that looks good, he's taking it. especially if it's watermelon. he loves watermelon 🍉

• he doesn't tell anybody, but he gets his nails done. he gets pedicures and manicures and loves it so much. you found out one day when he kept going off and not telling anybody where he was going. so you followed him and saw his finger and feet soaking in water 💀

• when you walked in you were trying so hard to hold in a laugh and he was so fucking embarrassed when he saw you. you thought it was extremely ironic because he always called mani-pedis "girly"

• now you two go all the time, and you're way better at making excuses than he was.

• he got high on edibles and thought his feet weren't attached to his body anymore so he started screaming 💀

• over indulges on gushers when he's high

• you guys know those Chinese finger traps? Idk if that's what they're called but you put two fingers in them and they're like really hard to get out of. he LOVES them for some reason, he thinks they're so much fun

• he loves the snow so much, and especially loves snowball fights. it's so much fun, and he also gets to wear extra layers of clothing because of the cold

• during the winter, he gets a bunch of different kinds of hot chocolates and when anybody asks what he's drinking he swears by it that it's black coffee 💀

• he loves watching futurama and says that he strives to be bender 💀 (have yall seen the new episode? I actually really liked it, ik a lot of people said they didn't but I did.)

• gets on his knees while begging (not sexually 🤨) and will even fake cry. he's a master manipulator 💀

• when you guys go to the beach he's always asking you to come play in the water with him

• for any reason if you guys happen to be at a hospital, he goes and looks at all the little newborn babies. they're so cute and he gets all smiley just looking at them.

• he loves romance movies. mf will deny it till the day he dies when anybody asks but you've seen his collection of vhs tapes and dvds. plus bill even admitted tom cried during The Notebook.

• he tries to balance random objects on his head while walking to see it he can do it. he'll add on a object every time he does it.

• he's weirdly amazing at solving Rubix cubes?

• he loves making balloons animals and he always makes the sword ones. he will literallt sword fight with anybody.

• he eats bowls and bowls of cereal so he can get to the prize at the bottom of the box. (I full-heartedly believe he's a little kid at heart)

• he tries to make home-made pizza but ends up burning it 90% of the time.

• he's extremely ticklish on his armpits, stomach and feet and will literally die laughing if you tickle him

• he also loves kids cartoon movies like fox and the hound, Anastasia, Mulan, James and the Giant Peach, etc.

• he loves slap bracelets and has an entire collection of them.

• it wouldn't be the first time you've caught him dancing and singing to Britney spears.

• tom loves everything bathes. on camera he says he prefers showers but in reality he likes bathes better. With candles, dimmed lights, bath salts, face masks, etc.

• do you guys know that episode of Friends where Monica convinces Chandler to take a bath and he ends up loving it and shit? he's just like that. if you don't know what I'm talking about here's some clips.

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• he tried on one of your thongs one time because you dared him to wear it the whole day.

• you also dared him to get his legs waxed and he ended up doing it and he was crying the whole time

• he loves those little stories where you add in words to them. I can't remember what they're called but it asked you for like an adjective, plural noun, verb ending in ing, etc. etc. (I hope yall know what I'm talking about, I think it starts like a m or something someone tell me please 😭)

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[luciopioid]

#2 from here. “Let me hear you make that sound again.”

yeji x f!reader

phone sex. dom yeji. she’s on tour and you miss her :(

note: I am SO sorry if you’ve just sent the yeji ask😭 I wrote about 90% of it before accidentally posting it and then having to delete it. I wanted to say that I did see it and that I thank you!!!!

You hadn't seen your girlfriend in three weeks.

Three weeks since you've been able to go over to her place and see her face, touch her hair, kiss her lips. Three weeks since you've been able to wake up in Yeji's bed and see her smiling brightly beside you. You missed her like hell. Since she's been on tour, she's rarely had time to call you.

She'd respond to your goodmorning texts well into the afternoon. She'd call you, but it would only be brief. You hated it, but understood nonetheless.

It was nights like this that you found yourself missing Yeji more than usual- in more ways than one. You were alone in your bed, in the dark room, missing her touch. Missing the way her lips felt against your skin. All of it. You couldn't barely sleep, for every time you closed your eyes it was a thought of her and only her. You decided all that was left to do was try talking to her and pray she wasn't busy. You decided to text her.

you: baby are you busy?

yeji: not at all, what's wrong?

you: are you alone?

yeji: do you need me to be?

You didn't even have time to respond before she was calling you. You felt giddy as you answered the phone almost immediately.

"Is everything okay?" Yeji asks and you feel your stomach grow tingly. She sounded so tired, and it pains you so much to say, but so hot. You were almost too lost in thought to respond.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just miss you." You say, "Wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh yeah?" She responds and you feel your legs go limp.

Yeji then goes on to tell you about her day, what time she woke up, what she did in the new city she was visiting. Anything that came to her mind and you couldn't help but be content for this was all you've wanted for days but also extremely turned on. It'd been weeks since you've last seen her, days since you've heard her voice. You also couldn't help the hand that sneaked between your legs while she was talking.

You surprised yourself at how wet you were, but when it came to Yeji, it was never out of the ordinary. She always seemed to have this effect on you. Even if she was miles away.

"Why'd you get so quiet? Are you okay?" She asks, abruptly.

"I'm fine. Keep talking." You say in one breath.

"Please."

You can almost hear Yeji grin through the phone.

"Oh." Is all she says. You try not to let a moan slip.

"That's why you asked if I was alone." She says to herself.

"Getting off to the sound of my voice," She clicks her tongue. "You miss me that much?" She tries to tease you, but you take it as an opportunity to let all walls down and audibly let out a whimper as your middle fingers still circled your clit.

You could barely respond. "I can hear how wet you are, you poor thing." She says lowly.

"Wish...wish you were here." You confess between moans. "It's not the same alone. I need you." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. All you knew was that you wanted her here with you more than anything else right now.

"I know, I know," Yeji coos. "But this will have to suffice for now, princess."

You moan at the sound of her calling you that. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

"I'd give up anything to be there beside you. To be kissing you.. to be fucking you." She whispers.

You tried imagining your fingers as hers, tried imagining her mouth on your neck and on your tits.

You whined at the thought.

"Fuck." Yeji says. "Let me hear you make that sound again, baby."

You whine wantonly as you feel your stomach clenching, your fingers still massaging your needy clit. You moan her name into the phone, praying that she took your question about her being alone as a command.

Moments pass as you come down from your high, chest heaving and jaw slack. “Miss you so much,” you tell her again as you try catching your breath.

“Me too, princess.” Yeji says. “Can't wait to have you like that in person…”