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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 41 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Hey long time no see. Life is a shit show for me, but here's the next part of His Heir. It's not super edited, die like men, IG.

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The next morning was a whirlwind of chaos. I got dressed in my everyday clothes after I got up and ate the breakfast that was brought to our room for us before heading out to attend to the list Totin had given me. He was busy with last-minute stuff and had me to check that everything and everyone was prepared for the dress rehearsal that evening. It wasn’t too long of a list and was definitely manageable, even being as pregnant as I was. 

First on the list was to make sure that the ceremony space was set up correctly. I loved Totin to death, but he was very particular about things that he has envisioned in his head. This would be no exception, and if a single thing was out of place it would upset him and that was the last thing I wanted to do. 

“This one, it’s missing a flower.” I said, pointing out one of the displays placed at the end of one of the rows. 

“Yes, we know, that’s why we placed it further back, so it was less noticeable.” One of the decorators that was with me explained. 

“No, it needs to be fixed. Nothing can be out of place or missing.” I said, continuing to look around, trying to see if anything else was wrong. 

Everything else seemed to be okay, so I sent the servant droids to round up everyone who would be in attendance for the rehearsal dinner to give them the information they would need. We were meeting in the great hall. Since the palace was so huge it took nearly half an hour to get everyone rounded up and to the meeting location. Once everyone was there and was sitting, I rose from my seat and cleared my throat to get everyone’s attention. 

“Okay, thank you, everyone, for meeting me here. I am just going to give you a rundown of how everything is going to happen for today and tomorrow. Today, after lunch, if you are in the wedding party, meet in the pre-disclosed getting-ready area for hair and or makeup for tonight.

As we all know, Totin and Dasar do not do anything small or simple and everything must be photographed and or recorded. So, please be sure your attire does adhere to the dress code for each event. I highly recommend eating at least something, because once hair and makeup are done, everyone will get dressed and then head to the ceremony space for the rehearsal and who knows how long that will take,” everyone laughed a little at that, knowing how Totin can be about his events, “Dinner will be after the rehearsal. Then tomorrow will look very similar to today but the getting ready process will start after breakfast and not lunch because the ceremony is early in the afternoon.” 

Everyone nodded along as I gave all the details. Once I was finished I allowed them to ask questions to clarify anything, then once everything was settled, I dismissed everyone to continue their day until it was time to get ready for the rehearsal. 

The next big thing on my agenda was to check that everyone’s gowns and suits were ready for them in the getting-ready areas. Maul tagged along to keep me company. 

“Okay, there should be…38 different suits in here.” I said, checking my datapad. 

“38?” Maul asked, shocked. 

“Yup… they know a lot of people. I have all their names and a picture of what they submitted to wear. I just have to make sure they match up and are labeled for the right person. And that the servant droids have pressed and steamed them.” 

“Here, give me the datapad. I’ll call out the names and what they should have and you can check them.” He offered. 

“Thank you.” I said, handing him the datapad.

I didn’t mind that he was getting the easier part of the task. It was my task to do after all, and I was fully capable of doing it alone. I was just happy to have help. 

We had gotten about halfway through the suits when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Maul with my eyebrows furrowed before calling out. 

“Come in!” 

The door opened, and in rushed Totin. He was clearly frazzled. 

“Have you seen the servant droids?” He asked. 

“No. Last I heard, they were supposed to be prepping all the dresses… why what’s wrong?” I asked calmly. 

“I can’t find my suit… Dasar has his, but mine is missing. I told them to steam and press it with all the others, but now I don’t know where it is! Dasar pressed his own and offered to do mine, but I didn’t want him to worry about it but now I am thinking I should’ve let him do it because now mine is gone! I can’t walk down the aisle naked, Yn, I can’t! Well, I could, I would look great, but this isn’t the time nor the place for that…” 

As he continued to spiral, Maul subtly flashed me the datapad. At the very bottom of the list, Totin’s name was there with what he should be wearing as well. 

“Totin,” I took a step towards him and carefully grabbed his arms, “deep breath.” I did the same to get him to do it with me, “Now, did you tell the droids to bring all suits to this room?” 

“Well, yeah. Are we missing another one?” He asked, clearly missing what I was trying to get him to realize. 

“No. Totin, all of them are here.” I said, emphasizing all. 

The relaxation and relaxation was visible all over his body. 

“It’s here?”

I nodded, “It’s here.” 

He sighed heavily, and I released his arms before leading him to the last suit hanging along the wall. 

“You’re a lifesaver. You know that, right?” 

I smiled, “I try. Now, do you want to take this with you now or do you want to send for one of the droids?” I asked. 

“I think I’ll just take it…” he said, carefully reaching up to take it off its hook. 

I continued to get everything else ready that I needed to. It was then a little over half an hour before lunch. Perfect timing. 

“Maul, I arranged to have lunch brought to the room, care to join me for a quick nap? Maker knows I’ll need one to make it through tonight.” I joked, already starting the journey back to the room. 

“It would be my pleasure.” He said with a slight smile. “Just so we’re clear, I mean an actual nap, not a handsy leading to more type of nap.” I said with a small laugh. 

“You’re no fun.” He teased, but I knew he wasn’t really disappointed, he knew I had a lot to take care of both today and tomorrow, and this rest was needed. 

Once we got to the room, we just at half an hour for me to close my eyes before the food got there. After we ate, Maul escorted me to where the ladies were getting ready before heading off to get ready himself. Although he wasn’t actually in the wedding party, he was my date for lack of a better term, so he had to get drug to all the preparations.

Since I had to go double-check that everything was running smoothly, I had to get hair and makeup done first. It was nothing fancy, just some light, natural makeup and a nice touch-up on my hair to keep it out of my face. 

Then, I had one of the girls there help me put on my dress. I used to be able to get into and out of dresses without any assistance, but being pregnant threw me way off balance, so it was nice to have an extra set of hands to help with the zipper. Then last thing to do was to put on my shoes. Tomorrow, for the wedding, I would wear actual heels to match everyone else, but I knew that if I wore them tonight as well, my feet would be beyond sore tomorrow, so with Totin’s approval, I opted to wear flats for tonight. 

Once I was ready, I made sure everyone in my dressing area was good to go and did not need anything from me before I left. Then, I made my way to where those wearing suits were getting ready. I knocked and made sure everyone was dressed before entering. Things were understandably going quicker in here. There weren’t as many needing makeup done in here, so most of them were just getting their hair touched up or fixed for the evening. In Maul’s case, he was doing a quick touch-up on his horns at one of the far mirrors. I smiled to myself, remembering the times I’d gotten to help him. I wanted to go over and offer my help now, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to make sure everything was on track. I made a few quick announcements to everyone and when there were no questions in response, I left with the handful of people that were ready and walked to where the rehearsal was taking place. 

I had a datapad once again with me. This one gave a detailed list of who walks when. It didn’t take long for more people to trickle in and so I began lining everyone up. I called out names and got them in line and told them whether they would stand on Totin’s or Dasar’s side when they got down the aisle. Dasar showed up and stood at the front of the line. It took about 10 minutes from when the last few people arrived for me to get everyone where they needed to be. Luckily, though, instead of walking individually or splitting at the end of the aisle to either side, they had decided that each pair would stand together, alternating which side they would stand on. My name was last on the list, right before Totin, which was a huge honor. I got into my spot and asked Totin if I was good to tell those inside to open the doors and begin the rehearsal. 

“Yes, that’s fine, but why isn’t Maul here?” He asked glancing to where the Zabark in question stood off to the side. 

“He wasn’t on the list…” I said, confused. 

“Well, I thought it was a given that he would be walking you down?” He said as if it were obvious, “Everyone is walking down with their partners if they have one.” 

It was only then that I realized that everyone here was a couple. 

“Oh…” was all I could say before excusing myself to go get Maul. 

He was just as confused as I was for a moment, but regardless, he came over to join me. Once we were back in line, I used the comlink to tell them to start, and soon, the huge double doors opened in unison, and music began to play. Luckily someone was at the doors telling people when to walk, so I wouldn’t have to do that as well. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder as Totin leaned down, “You didn’t really think I would let you walk down the aisle without the man of your dreams did you?” He said right before it was our turn to walk. 

I felt heat creep up in my cheeks as Maul and I walked down together. I was holding onto his arm, stealing glances up at him from time to time.

“What?” He asked quietly. 

“Nothing… I just hope the next time I am walking down an aisle after this wedding is at ours.” I said. 

Maul very rarely smiled genuinely, especially in the public eye, but upon hearing my words, he had the biggest smile out of anyone in that room. 

“It will be, I promise.” He whispered just as we got to the end of the aisle. 

We turned to go stand on the side that Totin would be on and waited for him to walk down as well.

Surprisingly, the rehearsal of the ceremony only took about an hour. They didn’t say their actual vows, wanting to save them for tomorrow. We all practiced our exit, and then it was time to head to the dinning hall for dinner. I was getting really tired as the night drug on, and after eating, my tiredness only grew. I had scooted my chair closer to Maul and had been resting my head on his shoulder. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the next thing I knew, Maul was nudging me slightly. 

“I’m so sorry.” I said quickly, glancing around to see who had seen me asleep. 

“It’s okay, Totin wanted me to come tell you that you can leave. We both know you have been on your feet all day, making sure everything was running smoothly. Which we thank you for, so much. Go get some rest. We will see you tomorrow.” Dasar said gently. 

“Tell him I said thank you.” I said before turning to Maul. 

He stood up before helping me do the same. He bid Dasar a goodnight before leading us out of the hall. The walk to the room felt like it was taking ages. When we finally got there, the moment we were in the door, I was already turning my back to him to get him to help take my dress off. He undid the zipper and carefully helped me out of it. Then he took the garment over to the wardrobe to hang it until the housekeeping droids came to get it. He brought me a tunic to sleep in, as I sat down on the edge of the bed. 

The next morning was a whirlwind of getting ready. I allowed myself to sleep in a little later and just get ready in my room instead of with everyone else. The golden dress fit perfectly and complemented Maul’s tan suit nicely. 

“That’s a good color on you.” I commented as he fixed the jacket in the vanity mirror. 

He hummed in response. 

“I am almost ready. I was just going to repolish my horns one last time.” He said, grabbing what he needed from his toiletry bag. 

“May I help?” I asked. 

“Of course.” He said, moving to sit down in the chair, which I had used to do my makeup earlier. 

I admittedly took longer than I needed to with the task, wanting to soak up every moment of calmness before the inevitable chaos of today started. 

“We need to get going, love.” Maul finally said gently. 

I nodded, “I know…”

Without a word, he stood up and walked me back to the bedroom to help me with my shoes. Then, before I knew it, we were watching Dasar walk down the aisle for real. Their vows were absolutely beautiful. You could really tell how much they loved one another. I slightly cursed my damn hormones as my eyes began to water when they kissed. Maul subtly pulled out a small handkerchief and passed it to me so I could wipe my eyes. 

After the ceremony, there was about an hour lull to allow everyone to change into the reception attire. This dress was a lot more fun than the one I had worn to both the rehearsal dinner and the ceremony. It had sequins that were sure to catch the light and shine and sparkle all night long…or as long as I would last. 

Maul didn’t really change, instead, he just removed his suit jacket, leaving him in just a tan vest over a white button-down. 

Once we were both dressed, we made our way to the grand ballroom, where the reception was to take place. Once again, we were lined up in the same order we were in for the ceremony; however, now, both Dasar and Totin stood behind Maul and me. Someone with a datapad was going down the row asking everyone how they would like to be announced upon their entry. I was a little shocked when they stopped before they got to Maul and me but Dasar told me to just trust him. 

It wasn’t too long before we were next. I was a little confused by what Dasar had said… how were they going to announce us? 

“Now welcome, Lord Maul, Lady Mand'alor Yn, and their heir to Crimson Dawn!” The DJ said, causing a huge uproar of applause as Maul and I walked in. 

I was a bit embarrassed that he included our titles, but everyone here knew of those titles, I just didn’t want to take away any attention from them. Also, under different circumstances, the mention that our son was the heir to a crime syndicate wasn’t something I wanted to be announced; however, again, everyone here already knew that. 

Within no time the party was in full swing. The formalities like cutting the cake, the first dance, and parent dances were all over and now it was time to have fun. I found a few old friends of Dasar and I and danced with them as much as I could. And I must say, despite my center of gravity being completely thrown off, I held my own pretty damn well and was still able to get down. Unfortunately, one aspect of the pregnancy I couldn’t work around was the fact that I get winded much faster now. Unfortunately, I had to take frequent breaks between dancing to catch my breath. 

Maul was dotting over me the whole time, though. Anytime I came off the floor to sit down to take a breather, he was right there with a glass of water for me. However, eventually, I couldn’t keep going much longer and I knew my night would be coming to a close soon. 

I walked off the floor to sit down again and was surprised when I couldn’t find Maul anywhere. Regardless I took a seat, figuring he may be off getting himself a drink or something and would return soon. Which he did. He sat next to me in his chair and grabbed my hand.

“You doing alright?” He asked over the music. 

“Yeah… getting tired, though. I think it may be time to call it quits.” I said with a laugh, though I was very serious. 

“Do you have the energy for one more dance?” He asked. 

“For you, always.” I said with a smile. 

The song that was playing ended, fading into a much slower song. One that I recognized quickly. It was one of my favorite slow songs. Maul stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me stand before leading me to the dance floor. He held me close to him, and I leaned into him, cheek resting against him. I had slipped off my heels earlier in the evening so he was quite a bit taller than I was now. 

“I love you.” He whispered mid-song. 

“I love you too, Maul.” I said, pulling back just enough to look up at him. 

“I had the housekeeping droids pack our things already. They left us both something to sleep in and something to wear tomorrow to depart in.” Maul said quietly. 

“What? We’re supposed to stay a few more days.” I said, confused and slightly hurt. There was still more celebrating that would happen. Admittedly, they would be much more of a party atmosphere with drinking and even possibly some spice, I wanted to be here for it, for my friend. 

“I know you wanted to stay, but I have arranged something for us, with the help of Dasar and Totin. They said we could return later after the baby to celebrate with them again.” He explained. 

“Okay… what are we doing?” I asked still confused. 

“That is a surprise.” He said with a small smile. 

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4 finals down. 1 to go.

1 final down. 4 to go

[whoredmode]

For the ask meme I'm like...

But I'm going to go with Dexteros bc they've been on my mind this particular week! 😅

Obviously for the fic questions it could be hypothetical and/or DexBoss in general 😊

Send me one of three prompts

made a whole meme and everything omg

When I started shipping it if I did:

honestly i’d say like. pretty much right away when i went through sr1? i thought they just made a perfect pair. dex complemented anteros so well imo, and eventually it snowballed into becoming a cornerstone of my canon. their dynamic is crucial to the foundation of my sr canon. kinda interesting how it started out w “i really love dex and i think he works well w my boss character and how he develops into srtt” to “my canon as we know it would literally not exist without the relationship between dex and anteros”

My thoughts:

where do i even start. what can i say that i haven’t said about them before. two halves. the sun and the moon. would find each other in any universe. trapped in an endless cycle. i love you i hate you no one can kill you but me no one will ever understand me but you. devoted until the end.

What makes me happy about them:

i love thinking about them in sr1. it’s so important to me that they goof off together; anteros showing dex all his fave clubs and going out drinking and anteros trying to get dex to dance w him but dex getting too self-conscious but they’re still laughing anyway and then coming to the church the next morning hungover but trying to not make it obvious. both showing more vulnerable sides of themselves to each other. just that whirlwind romance of sr1. then 10 years later having them start over and having this become a slowburning desire for each other. a yearning to return to what once was and eventually trying to create some semblance of a normal relationship. those little moments. the knowledge that despite it all they never stopped loving each other.

What makes me sad about them:

honestly what makes me happy abt them also makes me sad. the death of anteros at the end of sr1. dex feeling as if he’s lost everything at that point, w julius leaving and anteros dead. his anger at troy for lying, for not putting anteros out of his misery. and just the entirety of sr2 and srtt. similarly once they DO “start over” post-sriv, it’s overlayed w a sense of tragedy bc what does it mean to have a “normal” relationship when you’re them? does it mean hiding it all over again? when will it be their turn. for better or for worse things will never be like they once were. we can’t go back to stilwater 2006.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

never really ventured into dex/boss fic i’ll be real. ig in general i just don’t like when dex gets characterized as this irredeemable villain bc that’s just not him at all. i see so many old things that just give him no nuance or just forget he exists…..heartbreaking

Things I look for in fanfic:

again never really looked at dex/boss fic so not super applicable. the things i would look for are. um. do they kiss.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

anteros has either of his other partners which i’m happy with. i suppose kinzteros in a more canon sense and troyteros for more AU stuff. or at least that’s how it seems to usually end up. dex i think would be fine alone. unlike anteros who will explode if he doesn’t have a partner, dex is fine being single and on his own. he’s an independent person. tho if voli somehow came out tomorrow and said dex ended up w a nice husband i’d be happy w that too.

My happily ever after for them:

wouldn’t that be nice……ig just them making it work as best they can. unless anteros retires—which is something that wouldn’t happen for a very long time—i can’t imagine a real like. marriage and house and kids and all that. just not really in the cards for them. honestly that is one of the things i wanna explore post-sriv: what does the future of this relationship look like? both are committed to it, both still madly in love, but is this how it’s always gonna be? anteros missed the point for a normal life a long time ago.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

anteros is the big spoon. it’s like a inch height difference and anteros is using that. traps him w his arms and legs. clingy.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity:

talking and getting into arguments, and i mean that sincerely and not in a bad way. as in, getting into discussions about topics bc they’re both insanely academic. especially as they get older, talking about more mundane things like, as you and i have talked about before, arguing over shit like what colors to paint their bedroom walls and getting ultra specific about it. they love it. anteros’ favorite thing in the world is to disagree w dex. dex would be lying if he said he hated having their discussions too. sometimes anteros just plays an overexaggerated devil’s advocate just to get a smirk outta him. it’s fun. they genuinely love it.

also music! listening and singing along. both share a lot of favorite artists and even tho anteros’ taste can get a lil. eccentric. when it comes down to it, there’s nothing better than driving through stilwater at night together, blasting the radio and singing along. also i think dex just has a really nice singing voice so anteros is more than happy to let him take the lead. one of thew few things in this world that’ll make anteros happily be quiet.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I felt inspired about Evan's hands so I'm here to fulfill that request. This is heavily Dominant Evan, but how can it not be when he's taking matters into his own hands (har-har). Enjoy!

I'm sitting up in bed on top of the duvet in our room, scrolling through IG mindlessly. I joined Evan at the gym today for the first time in awhile and I can already feel that my shoulders and back will be sore tomorrow. Oh well, at least it's a good kind of sore.

Evan comes upstairs and sees me with my face in my phone. He plops down next to me in the bed. He plants a kiss on my shoulder. I'm wearing a spaghetti strap, cropped night tank and a pair of underwear. My usual night time apparel. Evan is like an oven when he sleeps and usually I'm pressed against him somehow all night. How can you not be? Anyhow, if I wear anything more, I sweat, big time.

"Whatcha doin'" he softly asks me.

"Just scrolling through nothing on IG. I don't know why I do it, most of it is just mindless shit anyway."

"You don't have to tell me."

I chuckle and he smiles. He pulls me into him and I lay against his chest. He kisses my shoulder again. "Mmm you're soft and you smell really good." He puts his hand on my thigh. The way he initiates intimacy always makes me smile. He's too shy to say he wants to fuck me, so he starts complimenting my body. I can't say it bothers me. I turn my head slightly back to his and lay a quick, gentle kiss on his lips. Then I whisper "can I touch your hands?"

His brow furrows "Why do you feel like you always have to ask me before you touch me?"

"Well you ask me, right? I want to show you that I have the same respect for you. Always baby."

His brow softens and he kisses me back. "I also know you don't expect it and neither do I. You always touch me gently and lovingly. I trust you, baby."

"Good, cause I trust you more than anybody. I trust you with my life" I say sweetly. He tears up a bit.

I gently lay my hand on his. I rub my thumb over his knuckles. They feel so soft. Then I start tracing the branches of veins on his hands as I so often do. Sometimes I do it and I find that it relaxes me. Everything about him is so beautiful.

"I love your hands, Evan."

"I love to touch you with them" and he wiggles his eyebrows at me in a jokingly naughty way that makes me laugh. Then he says "Oh, how are your arms feeling?" Remembering our trip to the gym that morning.

"Well they're a bit sore. Probably be worse tomorrow." Before I can say anything else he's pushing me forward and massaging them. I moan because for some reason he always knows just the right amount of pressure.

"Mmm that feels really nice" I moan out.

Next thing I know, Evan's mouth is on my neck and he's pushing the thin straps of my tank top down over my arms. One hand is rubbing his soft knuckles over my cheek and the other hand is exploring my chest. His hands are moving in small circles. He dips down towards my breasts, but never comes in contact. The teasing and the feeling of his hands on me makes me break out into goosebumps. This combined with the warmth of his mouth on my neck makes me shiver. He hums a little moan into the crook of my neck and my hand shoots behind my back, trying to grab what's now poking me.

"Not so fast." He says as he grabs my arm back and holds it to my side. "Can I touch you?"

Giving him a seductive look I say "I thought you were sure you didn't have to ask anymore"

"I was wrong, baby. I should have never stopped. You need me to be a man for you, always. I can't allow myself to get lazy about that. You deserve more"

"You are a man, Evan. The most beautiful man I know. Please touch me."

Our lips meet like magnets. Our tongues find each other. He's warm and it feels good to be held by him. One thing about him, is I always feel the love he has for me when he touches me. Even if we are miffed with each other.

It's then, still sitting behind me, that Evan starts caressing my stomach. Rubbing upwards until he almost touches my breasts and downwards until he almost reaches my pelvis, but never coming in contact. Occasionally brushing against my hard nipples, making me gasp. It's like electric shocks of pleasure.

He almost touches my breasts so many times that the anticipation is making me antsy. I start shifting around and wiggling.

"You gotta hold still baby or I'm gonna come in my pants"

"Please .."

He takes his hands away

"No, baby please"

"Please what?" He whispers in my ear "Use your words."

Please touch my breasts. Please play with my nipples. Please, Evan."

"You mean like this?" He says and then so lightly, he barely touches me, starts rubbing my nipples in circles with the palm of his hands. The fabric as a medium between my breasts and his hands feels so good. It makes me wet. He keeps rubbing relentlessly. I can't help but squirm. I let out soft whimpers. I can feel his cock twitch each time.

He tugs my tank top over my head and throws it on the floor. Then he starts quickly rubbing his fingers back and forth across my nipples. I moan at the new sensation. "I need your mouth. Please, Evan."

"Look at you getting greedy" he shifts me so he can get off the bed. His cock is hard and poking out the slit in his boxers. Precum glistens at the tip. I try to grab it, but he stops me. "Oh, no you don't." He tugs my panties off and they find my top on the floor. Next thing I know, he's hovering above me and one big hand is holding both my wrists above my head. It seems effortless. It doesn't seem like I could get any more turned on, but, then I do.

His free hand is rubbing my body all over. He rubs my legs. The inside of my thighs. Up the sides of my stomach and over my arms. He doesn't take his eyes off of me. He loves watching my face contort in pleasure. Loves hearing my little whimpers and sighs.

Suddenly, he latches his mouth to my nipple and begins to swirl his tongue while his hand finds my core and lightly brushes one of his long fingers over my mound. He chuckles as I sharply suck in air between my teeth. "Oh God, don't tease me" I whisper.

"Ok, baby" is his reply as he plunges a finger inside of me. I cry out. "What was that baby? One isn't enough for you?" As he plunges in the second finger. I gasp. His long fingers push into me and I feel him find that sweet spot. That spongy, rough little spot that nobody else has been able to find quite as easy as him. He has a gift of knowledge and those long, beautiful, sexy fingers. I'm silently thinking how fucking grateful I am that this lovely man is mine, when he starts tapping on that spot with his middle finger. I can feel my body react to it. I groan loudly.

"You ok, babe?" He asks

"Yes" I whisper

"Sorry, babe I couldn't hear you" he says as he starts moving the same finger in a quick back and forth motion over that same spot."

"YES! oh fuck, yes!" I cry out.

He lets go of my hands but not before warning me to be a good girl. He shimmies himself down so his face is within centimeters of my pussy. His fingers start the come hither motion that I know all too well. I know he's about to tease me with his tongue. I can't stop my body from reacting. He simulates licking my clit, but doesn't actually do it. I let out whimpers that sound like I'm actually crying.

"You smell so fucking good. Do you taste good too?" He just keeps his face hovering there. All I can feel is his hot breath. I squirm and he chuckles. He sounds like a madman. I can imagine he feels like one by now. Wanting to stick his dick in something. "Answer me, baby. Do you taste good?"

"YES! PLEASE!!" I'm breathing heavily.

He slowly lowers his tongue to my clit and licks in an upwards motion, flattening his tongue. I squirt.

"Mmm" he moans into my mound. I hear him swallow. When I react he says "Ooh you like that, huh?" And he hums against my pussy again, picking up speed with his fingers.

"Oh, fuck, Evan I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop. Please!"

My body explodes and I can't control my screams. In my head, I only picture Evan's smile as I'm taken into total undeniable pleasure. I feel my wrists being released. I turn to move over and he grabs my hips.

"Oh, no no no. I'm not done with you yet" Hos voice is low and sexy. His eyes are feral. I spread my legs for him. I know what he needs.

I feel his weight on me and he plunges himself inside of me. He cries out, something inhuman. He doesn't have to fuck me hard. He's not gonna last long anyway. But his thrusts are fast and gentle and he knows what angle to thrust into me. Blinding white light behind my eyes as a second, more intense wave hits me. The involuntary clenching of my muscle and the warmth of my cum pushes Evan over the fucking edge. He pushes my hands above my head again and pushes himself further inside me as he empties. His cum is hot. It's hitting my walls. For the second time tonight, I feel big, manly hands release my wrists, then I'm being pulled into his arms. He's spooning me. And softly kissing my head.

"I'll never get tired of you, baby. I hope you know that. I love you and your beautiful body"

"Same here, baby" I coo as I lazily start tracing the veins in his hand again.

oh anon DELIVERED

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Inspiring Romance Pt. 8

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: well- gotta love a good kidnapping ig

Genre: mostly fluff with what could be considered angst at the end

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

***

The gentle chime of your phone alarm slowly pulls you from sleep. You groan knowing you need to get up for work but quite comfortable beneath your sheets. You grab your phone and hit the snooze, figuring you can spare another 10 minutes before you absolutely have to get up. When the alarm rings again you shut it off and roll out of bed. You quickly get ready for work and grab a fruit bar on your way out the door. You get to work and clock in, saying hi to the manager on duty before setting up your tables. About halfway through your shift Joy comes bouncing into the little diner. You watch her clock in and chat with the cooks as she grabs things from the kitchen.

"Hey girl!" She smiles as she passes you with food.

"Hey." You say with a light chuckle. Joy breezes back into the kitchen shortly where you're already drinking water. The diner is pretty quiet at this time on a Tuesday.

"How are you?" Joy asks, leaning against the table next to you.

"I'm alright- clearly not as good as you." You laugh.

"I had a really good breakfast this morning." She shrugs with a smile.

"You'll have to tell me what you're eating then." You laugh.

"Actually it was a smoothie bowl but it just tasted so good." 

"You're such an easy person to make happy. Maybe it comes with the name." You joke.

"Well yeah you gotta make the best of life." She shrugs.

"Okay well how have you been making the best of life lately? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"

"I've been busy so I changed my work schedule for the last couple of weeks, my parents were in town."

"I didn't know your parents were coming around."

"I didn't either until a few days before they got here." Joy muses.

"Yeah- sounds like them. Are they gone now?"

"Yeah they left the other day."

"Well did you enjoy having them around at least?"

"Of course! I love when they visit." She shrugs.

"Ladies! Check on your customers." Lucas, the cook on duty, shouts from the grill.

"What's wrong Luc- so bored you're hoping we'll bring back orders?" Joy asks.

"We've got like three people in here Luc we can see them, love." You laugh.

"Just go check on em." He rolls his eyes. You and Joy giggle together as you slip out of the kitchen to check on your customers at Lucas's behest. The rest of your shift flies by and soon enough you're clocking out.

"Aw you're leaving already?" Joy pouts.

"Joy I've been here twice as long as you. Of course I'm leaving." You tell her.

"Do you work tomorrow?" She asks.

"No- do you?"

"No so I'm coming over. Let me come see this mansion you inherited."

"I don't know if I'd call it a mansion but it's a nice house. Yoongi's still staying there though so if you come over you'll probably meet him."

"Oh good, it's about time I do that too."

"You sound like Irene." You roll your eyes.

"Well you're living with the man and supposedly he's a huge headache I'm curious."

"Actually we get along now. You can ask Irene too."

"Irene has met him?!"

"She came over a couple of weeks ago and she was there until dinner when he came home so- yeah she met him."

"Oh well, now I have to meet him."

"First of all, it's not that serious and he leaves in like two weeks anyhow."

"Then it's a good thing I'm coming over tomorrow." Joy says.

"Sure whatever, I'll see you tomorrow then." You say heading out of the diner. You make a quick stop to grab lunch and make your way home with your sandwich and fries in hand.

"Y/n!" You hear as you're unlocking the front door. You spin around to see Namjoon jogging up to your porch.

"Namjoon! Hey! How's it going?" You smile at him.

"Hey! I was just out for a run, figured I'd say hi when I saw you pull in." He tells you.

"Well it's always nice to see you." You say.

"Ditto! Where are you coming from?" Namjoon asks.

"Ah I just got back from work- stopped for lunch on the way." You hold up the bag with your lunch in it.

"Oh how was work?" He asks.

"If we're gonna continue this conversation do you just wanna come inside? We can get you some water- maybe a snack if you're hungry?" You offer pushing open the front door.

"Ah am I holding you up? I don't wanna impose."

"Don't be ridiculous, you're always welcome here. After all, when I was fighting with Yoongi you let me spend whole afternoons at yours. We can totally keep talking- I just wanna be able to eat too." You chuckle.

"Alright alright, let's head inside then." Namjoon follows you into the house and straight through to the kitchen.

"There's water in the fridge, snacks in the pantry, help yourself. I'll be right back I just wanna change out of my work uniform alright?" You tell him.

"Yeah no problem. Take your time y/n." Namjoon waves you off. You head up to your room and switch your work clothes for a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. You practically skip down the stairs, back to the kitchen, ready to eat your lunch now that you're comfortable.

"Alright, I'm back." You announce, sitting next to Namjoon at the island.

"You look cozy." Namjoon muses.

"I am. Quite. Now where were we?" You ask opening your lunch.

"How was work for you today?" Namjoon chuckles.

"Oh! It was fine, not too busy, except around lunch. Which is normal for the middle of the week but my coworkers are cool." You shrug.

"That always helps."

"Yeah. How's your day been? Anything interesting happen?" You munch on fries between your questions.

"Ah not particularly. Had a few meetings and then went for a run since the weather is so nice."

"Did you enjoy your run then?"

"I did. I saw a few fun things by the water- sea critters and stuff. Tiny crabs that were adorable, little fish, oh and some snails. I love running by the water." Namjoon smiles.

"I don't run much- but I do love the water and its many creatures."

"Yo y/n did you just get back? Where are you?!" Yoongi shouts from upstairs you assume.

"I'm in the kitchen Yoongi!" You shout back.

"Do you often shout back and forth?" Namjoon asks.

"Well when Yoongi shouts I shout back but usually if I need something I just call or text him. It's a big house after all." You shrug.

"Hey so I was wondering- oh, you didn't mention someone else was here." Yoongi says popping into the kitchen.

"Oh I ran into Namjoon when I was coming in and we were talking so I invited him in to finish our conversation." You tell Yoongi with a shrug.

"Okay well- I'll just ask you the thing later then so you can finish talking." Yoongi says.

"Actually! I- have just got summoned back to my computer for a work thing so I guess my impromptu break has to end here anyway." Namjoon says.

"Wait you're still supposed to be working?" You look at him.

"Well yeah it's still the middle of the afternoon, I just left my computer because I was done with things but now someone needs me to fix something with one of the portfolios and- none of the details are that important I just gotta head out. I'll text you later." Namjoon tells you, standing up.

"Yeah that's totally fine see ya."

"You know where the door is." Yoongi says.

"See ya man." Namjoon nods at him as he passes Yoongi on his way out.

"Now why would you say that?" You frown at Yoongi once Namjoon has left.

"What? It's true. He does know where the door is." He shrugs sitting down at the island.

"Yeah but nobody says that to be nice."

"He's your friend."

"And he's your neighbor. At least for another few weeks. What's with you? Is it that you're actually full of attitude that just has to come out somehow and since you're nice to me you just turning loose on people?" You jokingly ask.

"No, I just don't like him all that much."

"You are so unserious." You scoff.

"Unserious?!"

"That's what I said. Anyway, what were you wondering?"

"What?"

"When you first came in here- before your temperamental teen came out when you spotted Namjoon. You said you were wondering something?"

"Oh! I was looking for something of my granddad's- an old pocket watch. I was wondering if you knew where it was."

"The dark one with the wolf on it that he always kept on him or are you looking for another one?"

"The dark one yes. Did he have others?" Yoongi frowns.

"A couple of them yeah. He kept some really nice ones in a case in his office, but the one he always wore- I put it, on display in the library. He was always in there so I felt like it made sense to keep it there but you can take it of course."

"Oh- well if you have it on display for memorability then-"

"I put it there because I didn't want to put it up in the attic or let it collect dust in a drawer since it was so important to him. If you want it Yoongi take it, I'm sure he'd want you to have it."

"You're positive? You don't wanna keep it in the library?"

"Dude I do not need that watch, on display or otherwise. You can absolutely take it. I have enough things to memorialize your granddad." You tell him with a shrug. There's a long moment of silence where Yoongi just looks at you with an emotion you can't quite identify.

"Thank you." He says after a while.

"He's your granddad. Anything of his that you want that he didn't explicitly leave to me, you can have it." You say and you genuinely mean it. Honestly if he asked for the house you'd only say no because of your own attachment to it at this point. 

~*~*~

"Hey y/n." Yoongi says walking into the kitchen.

"Oh good morning." You say.

"Morning."

"Do you work today?" You ask him, taking a sip from your coffee.

"Yes. Do you?" He leans against the counter, crossing his arms casually.

"No, but I'm headed to the grocery story later, do you need anything?" You ask him. 

"Yeah actually I need a few things but I'll send you a text if that's okay." Yoongi answers. 

"Yeah, that's fine as long as you text me by like- two because that's when I'm going I think."

"I'll text you as soon as I get to work I just figure it'll be easier to have them written down rather than me rattle them off and you shop by memory."

"How considerate of you." You muse.

"Surprisingly enough I can indeed be great thank you very much." Yoongi says tapping your nose when he says you.

"Only took you- a week before you leave." You muse.

"Hey I've been great for like- the last month and a half." Yoongi says.

"I mean I guess. Get going before you're late."

"Ah shit. I'll see you later." Yoongi says rushing out of the kitchen.

"Don't forget to text me your grocery list!" You shout after him.

"I won't!" He yells back as he slams the front door. You realize only after Yoongi's gone that he leaves in a couple of days and probably doesn't need groceries, but it's become part of your routine that you don't want to change until Yoongi is gone. You note Yoongi either doesn't realize he's about to leave or he's also grown accustomed to your routine and won't make an effort to break from it in preparation for his departure.

You spend a couple of hours on your computer before you leave for the grocery store. You hum quietly to yourself as you zigzag through aisles at the grocery store, picking up all the things on your list and the few things Yoongi asked you to get as well. Your list is shorter than it has been recently because Yoongi is leaving and you know you'll need less of things since you're only feeding yourself in the next few days. You load up the car and head back home, dialing Irene on your drive home.

"Hey! What's up?" Irene asks when you pick up.

"Well, I just left the grocery store."

"I miss your cooking." Irene huffs and you laugh.

"I mean you know where to find me. You can come over for dinner tonight if you'd like."

"Can I?"

"Yeah sure, Yoongi seems to like you enough that I don't think he'd complain." You shrug even though Irene cannot see you.

"Yoongi- what an interesting man."

"You met the tolerable version of him. He was much worse when he first showed up but turns out if you ignore him he gets better." You chuckle.

"Well whatever you did- it's better than hating him. He leaves soon right?"

"Yep. Like the day after tomorrow actually."

"Woah- that's soon. I guess I have to come over now." Irene says.

"You gonna miss him or something?" You joke pulling into your driveway.

"I mean- I'll let you know after dinner tonight." She decides. 

"Alright well, I just pulled in so I'm gonna put you in my pocket for a minute while I grab my groceries." You say turning off the car and putting your phone in your pocket.

"Okay!" Irene yells. You pop open the trunk and pull as many of the grocery bags as you can fit on your arms in one go. You get all but two of them on the first trip and once the last two bags are on the island you pull your phone out of your pocket.

"Okay. Groceries have been grabbed." You tell her, placing your phone on the counter.

"Oh we love that." Irene says but you're barely paying attention because a knock at your door distracts you.

"Hang on- I think I just heard a knock on the door?" You frown.

"You expecting someone?"

"No but maybe I'm imagining things."

"Imagining things?!" Irene asks just as you hear a knock again.

"Nope- definitely not imagining anything. Someone's knocking." You frown.

"So- to the front door we go?"

"I guess so." You grab your phone and head to your front door. You frown when you open the door and no one is outside. "I- now I'm really confused, there's no one out he- fucking hell!" You hiss out when something stings your arm.

"What? What happened?" Irene asks.

"I just got shot with a fucking dart. So I can only assume I'm... about to pass out. What the... hell." Your words slur at the end as you stumble backwards and your vision blurs. Irene is yelling you think- you can't actually hear her as your eyes shut, not seeing the figure moving from their hiding spot to approach your unconscious body.

***

Part 8/???

Tagged Users: @schokoshaker @tarahardcore @scuzmunkie @yoongiigolden @atomickoala @shesaysweirdthings

[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 32

This episode was 🔥🔥🔥 It was funny and sad at the same time. I was laughing then crying then laughing then crying lmao. Recep and Melis's performance was 💯💯. Ayber and Berk trended on twitter and that's exactly what they deserve. 

They had so many scenes so let's go over everything. Warning: this is going to be a long post.

So poor Berko was walking around like a stray cat, he was crying the whole time. The episode started with Aybike going back home and ofc she was very angry. 

Berk sent her a message at night: "It was a beautiful day ! it's a good thing you guys came, Now wait, let's see how time will pass until I see you again tomorrow. Good night sweetheart 😘”

*aggressively refreshing the conversation* Come on sweetheart, there no "good night" for me? why don't I call her, she's my girlfriend after all.

He saved her as "My Aybike" 😭😭

The next morning, he wanted to talk to her but she made oglucan stay and oglucan was like "well this is awkward". She said that she doesn't want to waste time and focus on school. and he was like am I distracting you?? He was about to cry when she left.

So Sengul found Ayla on IG and she saw that she posted a picture a couple of minutes ago. She was at a salon close by so, she wore "fancy clothes" and went to the salon. Ayla got a call from her lawyer and he told her that Resul wants to divorce her. Sengul saw her crying and she tried to comfort her. She told her that she is a beautiful woman and she should stay strong. Ayla told her she liked her and she asked for her phone number. LMAO THEY BECAME BFFs YALL. Then Sengul said "What did I just do? I came here to grab her hair" (she meant to beat her up). Ayla said that Resul cheated on her. I wonder with who? Suzan maybe? istg the "omer and berk are brothers" theory is becoming more and more real with each episode 😂😂

The break up scene ended me tbh. I was bawling 😭😭

Berk: “I really don't understand you, did I do something bad without knowing? did I break your heart? I am begging you Aybike. Do I not deserve an explanation? Please?”

”If I tell you will you leave me alone? will you stay away from me?”

“I will, it's enough for me if you tell me. I will do whatever you want from now on”

Aybike: “I don't like you anymore”

Berk: “what?”

“Like you heard. it's over. I don't like you anymore. Now don't insist. I would be happy if you respect my feelings. Take care” and then she left but she started crying as soon as she turned her back 😭 

AND THEN HE STARTED BAWLING AND HE REMEMBERED WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE LIKED HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME  😭 😭

I don’t know how he believed her. He thought she likes someone else now and that’s why he thought it was Tolga. I felt sorry for Tolga today lmao, because for the first time he did nothing to deserve that punch, even he was so mad, he said “you guys say I am a psychopath but the real psychopath is this guy” 

After they finished filming the music video, they all went to Sussen’s house to edit the video. They played truth or dare (I think that's what they were playing). Sussen asked Berk "what is your biggest regret?" and he said "Hurting Uncle Orhan"  Oglucan was like “It would’ve been great if you didn’t remind us but at least you regret it" and then surprise surprise the bottle pointed to Aybike so he asked her “I can ask you anything right? there is no problem?”

Aybike: “It doesn’t matter“

Berk: “why did you say you don’t like me anymore? What happened?“

Aybike: “Can I pass?“

Doruk: “Unfortunately no, you can’t ”  (lmao I love him)

Berk: “You have to answer, if you like someone else then please say it”

She made him listen to the recording finally but THEY ALWAYS STOP THE RECORDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CONVERSATION. Berk said nothing to his mom?

Anyway, the next day he apologizes on behalf of his mom and he says “can we go back to the way we used to? we can think about how we can be together. Please don’t turn your back on me too”

“I don’t know. Not now anyway, I need some time because I was so heartbroken”

I am not biased or anything but I think this is the best break up I’ve seen on this show. I think it was well written. I also need some time to recover after today’s episode. It was truly a messy break up 😭😭

ISTG IF WE DON'T GET A KISS SCENE AFTER THIS MESS I WILL RIOT !! These two were acting like friends the whole time they were dating !! I also want a real kiss scene !! I just can’t accept “a cheek kiss” for Ayber ! I understand why they can’t write that for AsDor, however, they can write one for Ayber !

By the way Oglucan was so funny today. He really believed he was a music video director lol.

[TEASER FOR NEXT WEEK���S EP]

The Atakul family is having a dinner with the Ozkaya family and look who is here!!!! 

Ayla drops the bomb at the dinner “We are getting a divorce”. 

These two really became BFFs 😂

Also what were Berk and Aybike doing there? I think I heard Aybike insult Ayla lmao. The moms will probably fight but I think Ayla genuinely likes Sengul and I don’t blame her.

The show is getting better with each episode. The pace was slower in season 1 and the start of season 2 but now the plot is moving forward at a faster pace and I love that. I can’t wait for next week’s episode 😆😆 !! 

[kyun-toast]

[ATEEZ] as University Students

a/n: I love college AUs but I'm British so I thought I'd chip in w some painfully British uni lad ateez

Hongjoong

Besties w his tutor

Got his life down on lock

One of those ppl that are always on top of their work, have acc done the reading and gets good grades but is still rlly cool and has a social life ygm

But thats only bc he lives in the library

Has a designated seat and there's an unspoken rule amongst the students that that's HIS spot, nobody sits in it

Often seen napping at said library spot

So well dressed. He’s one of those students that always catches your eye around campus or lecture halls

Bc he’s just so well dressed for a uni student running on 0 hours sleep and red bull

Probs studies smth like joint honours music and philosophy

Also Vice President of smth like filmsoc

Friends with the baristas at Starbucks bc he’s just in there for caffeine all the time

We all aspire to be like student hj, just more sleep pls

Seonghwa

Voted most eligible bachelor amongst students

Famous around campus just for being so pretty

He’s one of those ppl you see on like the first day of uni and it’s an instant crush

But you’ll never be able to do anything abt it you just have to admire from the other side of the lecture hall

Actually speaks up in seminars bc he’s done the reading sat next to hongjoong in the library

He looks like he’d play tennis for uni and varsity tickets would sell like crazy bc so many ppl have crushes on that man

He’d bring his lil meal prep packed lunches to uni lol what a little sweetheart

Been pictured in the uni prospectus at least once

Hongjoong makes him go w him to freshers fair for his society to use as bait so he stands there handing out leaflets for a soc he’s not even part of

Yunho

Doesn’t know what’s going on half the time he’s just happy to be there

This is v evident in lectures. Professor could be going on and on in a stats class and he’ll just sit there smiling

His gaming setup takes up most of his room and is also where most of his money goes

Texts u at 4am like hey u wanna get pizza

And you know he’s up at that time bc he’s been gaming all night

Still gets good grades despite the fact that all he does is game?

You ask him how he does it and he’s just like idk?

You are perplexed.

All soft in cute jumpers and hoodies but one day you’ll see him suited up at a formal and wow heart eyes

Super fun at parties too, have u seen that man dance?

You have multiple videos of him twerking

Yeosang

That mysterious boy at the back of class that doesn’t speak a lot but whenever he does its always smth smart af

Types really loud on his macbook

Looks like he doesn’t have any friends

But outside of lectures he’s always w friends that look equally as mysterious and cool

No one on your course knows anything abt him

But you see him at a house party once and he’s just stuffing his face w food having a great time

Feel like his alcohol tolerance is super low

Two shots and he’s out cold

And then you’ll see him again at some niche soc social like basket weaving or smth

Works part time at a cool clothing store like allsaints or cos

Chicken shop connoisseur, knows the best places in town

San

Actually studies rlly hard, i can tell he always gives 110% on whatever he’s set his mind to

Soft student always in oversized hoodies, spinning pens, v enthusiastic and pays attention in lectures

But when hes w wooyoung oh man

The enabler, 110% attitude towards drinking too

Pours drinks w 80% alc 20% mixer

“my mother didn’t raise a quitter”

Type to sprint home from the club bc he doesnt wanna waste money on uber

Will make animal friends otw and bring them home

You wake up and come downstairs the next morning and theres just a pigeon in your living room

On the athletics team which is why he may find it instinctive to run home when he’s drunk

San would like for there to be a greggs on campus

Mingi

ALWAYS napping in lectures, seminars, during lunch, in the library, u name it

Knows the best spots for it tho.

You didn’t know there was a secluded spot w bean bags under the stairs at the back of the library until mingi told you

Never missed 9am lectures but will nap through them instead

Gets freshers flu every year and the cough lasts for months

You hear someone cough in the room over and ur like oh, well there’s Mingi

Gives you the best advice at 4am in the library

Also best cuddles

Studies smth like aerospace engineering but regrets it bc he didn’t know what he was getting himself into

Considers dropping out every exam season but always pulls through w good grades?

Wooyoung

Bnoc thats all i have to say

Has like 4k followers on ig

Always running around campus for no reason

Woo and san together at parties u know its going to be buck fckin wild

Always got ppl swooning over him but he just wants to have fun!

No time for relationships! Only alcohol!

When he studies tho? £3 meal deal and writes 2 sentences kind of guy

Business management OR marketing student I can feel it in my bones

The type to tell u funny stories in a silent library and it takes everything in u to stop laughing

Ppl will look over at you two and youre just holding your breaths on the verge of exploding

Security will kick u out at one point

Tight w the local kebab shop bossman

Jongho

Brings everything in a backpack to uni like a year 7

Need a hole punch? Ask jongho. Painkillers? Jongho. Assortment of multi coloured pens? Jongho

Writes the best notes

They're all colour coordinated in different folders for different modules

All the office ladies dote on him bc he’s so sweet

They all offer him tea and biscuits

Youngest but is the voice of reason in the group

Wy will be like do u wanna get drunk in the library

And jongho is like bro ur deadline is tomorrow are u ok

The type to be filming all the other guys when theyre up to some questionable stuff for the memories

Feel like he’d be on committee for whatever course he’s studying

I get pharmacy vibes from this boy

Got job offers lined up for when he graduates

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

Naturally, the highlight of my week was my birthday on Wednesday and, trust me, I will be celebrating my birthday all month! I have enough alcohol in here to sink a battleship, plus I have a couple of very nice dates in my diary!

The Mighty Josiah has returned from Brooklyn, so we will see him tonight and he will stay with us Friday and Saturday. I am his personal assistant, so I will be at his beck and call. You know how scrumptious he is, so I will attempt to hug and kiss him – attempt! – but he always screams and runs away.

My mother had her first experience of racial profiling this week. My daughter’s mother is black, so my daughter is mixed race, dual heritage, whatever you want to call her but, in a shop in Hove, she’s a black woman! My mum wrote, “Today, in Marks and Spencer, a security guard stopped your daughter and said she looked like a shoplifting suspect of theirs. At that minute, l appeared, all hell let loose and they were full of apologies. She was shocked, of course! It just makes me aware of how penalised black people are.” Yes, this week, Lady Wesker got a life lesson. You’re never too old to learn.

Mars has decided to trial a ‘No Bounty’ tub of Celebrations this Christmas, after its consumer research confirmed their status as the least popular sweet. The experiment comes after nearly 40% of those polled told the company the Bounty should be permanently axed from the Celebrations line up, where it struggles to compete with the star power of “all-time favourite” Maltesers. To be honest, 40% sounds like a pretty low number to be making such rash decisions. Personally, given half the chance, I would eat Bounty until it made me sick! I love it! I’m down at Sainsbury’s this morning, so I will be stocking up on Bounty bars for those lazy Christmas days! Celebrations can do one! It’s a rip-off anyway!

The ‘follows’ keep arriving at Scam HQ a.k.a. Instagram. Every day, so many follows from women with an ‘Only Fans’ page, people dealing in Cryptocurrency or just people with no profile pic. For every person I follow, I literally delete about 20 wanting me to follow them. El*n M*sk calculates that about 90% of our followers are bots! I suspect he might be right but that won’t be happening on my IG profile. Not me, mate!

Yesterday, I forgot to post a photo on IG of some of my wonderful Wednesday students, which I have done today. Some people are a bit funny about selfies. They worry about the way they look, or worry about people knowing their whereabouts, or just worry about being in selfies. For my money, when people pass away, I am so grateful for my selfies with me and them. Beautiful moments, never to be forgotten.

For those of you that follow me on Twitter, if I suddenly disappear, I will have gone to @TribelSocial. As Twitter is now allowing very extreme right-wing people back on their platform, I may back away? Let’s see what happens?

Very sad to hear about Noel McKoy passing away. ‘Family’ by McKoy was released in 1991 and we must have played it hundreds of times on Kiss FM! I think anybody listening to Kiss at that time will remember ‘Family’ as being a huge radio and party record. In 2014, Noel became part of The British Collective, an exceptional group of young men, who many of us have enjoyed in recent years. One of the most distinctive voices in UK soul music. He will be missed.

Matt Hancock is about to find out how much people hate him!

Be warned: someone has created a FAKE Lindsay Wesker profile and they may send you a friend request. Do not accept it!

Hope you can join me tomorrow at 1.00 p.m. for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’. The Letter J (Part Seven). Some of the tunes are a bit saucy! You have been warned!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

[blossomkoushi]

it’s what you feel, when you love someone.

summary: tsukishima kei spends his life discovering love. and the heartache that comes with it.

warnings: reader is a bit of an ass, but so is tsukishima one time, childhood friends AU, unrequited love, heartache, heartbreak, general angst things like that. gender neutral reader, referred to as “stinky” in texts. truly all hurt and no comfort in this one.

word count: 2.1k

A/N: i haven’t written angst in forever, so please let me know if this was okay or what i could improve on! i absolutely love angst and i want to get better at writing it, so any and all feedback is appreciated. fic is based off this prompt, thank you for requesting!

The sun shines through Tsukishima’s window. 7:30am. Rolling over in his bed and sighing, he reaches for his phone. The text messages you’d sent after he’d gone to bed sit at the top of the screen. A small smile grows on his face.

[from: stinky, sent at 1:43am] >> kei-kei, did you know that fish cough? Isn’t that so weird? >> like how does that even work >> wait I found a youtube video, look! >> *stinky sent a link* >> …doesn’t really look like coughing, does it? It’s more like a yawn >> kei-kei are you sleeping? >> laaaame >> sleeping is dumb

The nickname makes his heart flutter, just for a moment. It’d always had that effect on him, the blush creeping up on his face until he trained himself to keep it down.

[to: stinky, 7:34am] >> why were you sending me texts about fish at 1:40 in the morning >> stupid

Tsukishima pauses for a moment, hesitating before sending another text.

[to: stinky, 7:36am] >> are you still coming by practice later?

Getting out of bed, he starts getting ready for his morning class and practice. A part of him is grateful that you decided to go to the same university as him, being able to see you nearly every day made his life brighter. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

He’s out the door and walking to class when you text him back.

[from: stinky, 8:27am] >> obviously, I need to go see how ‘Taro is doing >> could you steal his shirt so I can see his abs during practice? >> *image attached*

Some kind of horny meme that Tsukishima never bothered to pay attention to, the kinds you always send when talking about his teammate, Kyoutani.

[from: stinky, 8:29am] >> oh, and you’ll be there too, ig

There it is.

He knows it’s a joke. He knows that he’s your best friend and you’re only joking. But the sinking in his chest and the knot tightening in his stomach is refusing to listen to his reasoning.

Swallowing down any anxious and sad feelings, he shakes his head and starts typing away at his phone.

[to: stinky, 8:30am] >> great. I’ll see you after class

Another message of seemingly random emojis pop up on his screen and he pockets his phone, taking a seat in the classroom and bringing out his notebook. He can feel himself zoning out before the professor even starts speaking.

-

Love is a strange word to Tsukishima Kei. It’s something his mom, and occasionally brother, say to him. Something on instinct, as if a promise would be broken if the words weren’t uttered.

Tsukishima had been 5 years old when he asked his mom about it. At the time he only repeated it back to her, an echo of her declaration, unaware of what he was promising her.

“it’s a feeling, Kei. Love is what you feel when you care for someone deeply. And so, you tell them.”

“do you have to say it?”

His mom stops for a moment, pondering before brushing his hair back and shaking her head. “no, you don’t have to say it. But you should at least show it to the people you love.”

Tsukishima continued telling his mom that he loves her up until elementary school. He still loves her after that, but his priorities shifted.

-

Tsukishima had been 8 years old when he realizes that he loves you.

The feeling grew stronger every day, your smile brightening his day and your laughter making his heart flutter in a strange way.

“Kei-Kei! Look, I found a snail! There’s more over there, come on!” your excited voice made his heart swell in his chest. Your small hand gripped his, tugging him through the mud and puddles on the yard, giggling happily despite the rain pouring down.

He starts drawing you pictures of snails. Small doodles placed on your desk before recess. He points them out after it’s rained, pulling you along to bend down and watch them slowly drag along the road on the way home from school.

You get interested in frogs, cats, worms, bees, even ants for a while. Tsukishima joined your obsessions, indulging you with drawings, books and pictures. One time he collected worms in a bucket on his walk home, handing them to you when he arrived at your house, knowing that you were ill and hoping the wigglies, as you called them, would make you happier. The smile you gave him burned into his mind, and he wanted to see it again and again until the end of time.

He loves you, even his young mind can grasp that. He hopes that you can tell.

-

Tsukishima is 12 years old when he realizes that he’s in love with you.

Valentine’s day was never something he’d pay attention to. It seemed silly to him, a whole day just to talk about love? Stupid. Love is something you feel, so you say it or show it and that’s that, why spend a whole day talking about it?

That is, until you run up to him the day before, excitement flashing in your eyes.

“Kei-Kei, do you know what day it is tomorrow?” your hands gripped his arms, nearly shaking him. The familiar blush grows on his face and he shakes his head, hoping you don’t notice how his skin is turning pinker by the second. “it’s valentine’s day! I heard some of the older boys talking in the hallway about what they’re doing for their girlfriends and it seems so cute! Like, oh, one is going to take his girlfriend out roller skating, isn’t that so romantic? And this other boy was saying that-“

Tsukishima tunes your voice out, focusing his attention to your lips moving. Your hands are still gripping his arms and a part of him wishes that you’d never let go, feeling his skin burning under his clothes. You’re standing so close; he could lean his head forward just a bit and his lips could be on yours. If he just-

“-Oh! And I heard some girls talking before gym that the boys in our class were going to confess to their crushes tomorrow! Do you think anyone will confess to me? I hope so” your words snap him back to reality. His eyes go slightly wide, looking into yours. Confess? You wanted one of the stupid boys in your class to confess?

A twinge of discomfort stabs in his stomach, his body filling with sudden annoyance. “no way” he scoffs.

He’s never regretted anything more in his life.

The excitement drains from your eyes and your hands fall from his arms. Before he can think, your chin quivers and you nod silently, turning around and running away.

The discomfort in his stomach only grows, changing and chafing along with an ache in his chest, all annoyance drained from his body in an instance.

He draws a picture of a snail and dinosaur, writing your names over them. Underneath he scribbles an apology. A quick “I’m sorry”, and he places it in your mailbox on his way home.

The next day, he sees you on the yard of the school, standing excitedly in front of a boy and throwing your arms around him.

-

Tsukishima is 13 years old when he realizes that you don’t love him back. Not in the way he wants.

Though, to be honest, he knew from the moment he saw you with the boy from your class walk home together from school, hand in hand.

You’re both in junior high and all you seem to want to talk about is your stupid boyfriend. It’s a different boy, not the same one he saw you with that previous February. This one is taller, not as tall as Tsukishima, but you say that height isn’t something you look for in a boyfriend. He can’t help but to feel the jealousy and sadness seep in at that.

“he’s older, you know. He’s turning 15 in a few weeks and he says that I can meet his family at his birthday party.” You’re seated on Tsukishima’s bed while he’s at the desk, trying to tune you out and do his homework. He hopes you’ll stop talking about him and do the same. You don’t. “oh, and I know you’ve never had a girlfriend, so you won’t know this, but he’s such a good kisser. Like, you can definitely tell that he’s got some experience compared to my ex. Isn’t that so weird? Me? Having an ex?”

Tsukishima doesn’t like this. You’re changing, trying to be older than you actually are to impress this older boy that he’s never even met. Not that he wants to. He’s gotten used to the dull ache of his heart breaking over and over again, the steady and constant reminder that you won’t ever see him the way that he sees you. He’s mastered the art of seeming okay, masking his feelings and pushing them deep down where no living soul will ever see them. But if he had to see you with this… boyfriend… he’s not sure that he’d recover.

So instead, he shuts up. He stays quiet and lets you babble on about all the little things that this boy does for you, letting the ache in his chest grow and grow. It’s better than the alternative, telling you how he feels. No, that’s not an option. He can’t risk losing you.

-

Tsukishima Kei is an idiot. He knows this for a fact after having to watch you pine after endless boys and men all the way up until university. Boyfriends that come and go, the make out sessions that he gets graphic descriptions of and a constant damp shoulder from holding you after your heart gets broken.

He pretends to laugh along when you joke about him being single for so long, his heart squeezing painfully at the reminder that his long-time crush has eyes for every man except him.

-

He only comes back from his heart-break haze when he steps into the gym after class. Only he wishes that he hadn’t.

Calling out a greeting, he sees you standing alone with Kyoutani. Except he’s not sure if it counts as standing, it’s more of a pinning to the wall. Kyoutani’s body caging you in, your back pressed to the wall with your hands around his neck. Even from a distance, he can see your usual excited smile, happy to have gotten attention from the boy you’d been pining after.

“sorry.” Tsukishima can only mutter, quickly turning around and walking out the gym again. He can hear your muffled voice, probably reassuring Kyoutani that it’s okay. He wishes that he’d walked faster, so he would’ve missed the unmistakable sounds of kissing and your soft sighs.

Tsukishima hasn’t let himself cry over you in years. He forces himself to go numb, push away any and all bad feelings until his breathing gets steady and he can look you in the eye again.

But this time, he can’t stop it. He’s fallen to the floor as soon as the bathroom door locks behind him. It’s disgusting, sitting on the floor with his hands pressed to his eyes, trying to force the tears back inside. His classes clink onto the floor, skidding away from him as his body shakes.

Tears stream down his face and drips down his shirt, turning the fabric into a blotchy mess, matching his flushed face and the snot running from his nose. His sobs echo off the walls, arms hugging his knees while the image of your body pressed against his teammate flashes behind his eyes every time he blinks.

He hasn’t cried over you in years. So, when it all hits him, it hits hard.

He misses practice completely, spending his time laying on the filthy floor in the bathroom and clutching his chest, trying to bring the broken pieces back together. He finally stands after what feels like an eternity. Picking up his glasses from the floor, he puts them on and watches himself in the mirror. Face flushed pink, eyes bloodshot and snot running from his nose, he thinks about what his mother said when he was a kid.

“love is what you feel when you care for someone deeply.”

A bitter laugh fills the room, his own hard eyes meeting him in the mirror.

His mother was wrong. Love isn’t what you feel when you care for someone deeply. All you feel is pain. The dull twisting of a knife in your chest as you watch the one you love fall for someone else, over and over again until you accept that their soft and loving eyes will never meet yours. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re standing in the bathroom of the gym where you saw said person fall in love with someone new. That you’ve accepted it.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2984

PT this morning was just an intake appointment, but i still left forty minutes later sore af because WOW moving my shoulder how it's not supposed to move makes it HURT. who knew?? not me, ig. we scheduled appointments through six weeks, until i go back to the orthopedist next month. until then, i must suffer. then we can get an mri done. then they'll listen to what i have to say. the ligament in my shoulder is loose. i've had doctors acknowledge it verbally and then do nothing besides physical therapy. i can feel it. it fucking hurts. i can't sleep on it. fucking sucks. six years ago when i united my shoulder at work, when it subluxed and bruised the head of the bone, after it was all done and healed and i'd gone for PT, the doctor still said the ligament was kinda loose. well, yes. that's why i have this problem. so fix it, why don't you, and i won't have shoulder pain for the rest of my life. good lord.

anyway.

came back, showered, dressed, went to starbucks, went to work, and was busy like all day. at least i knew going into it i was gonna be busy, so that was fine. when i first went in, i took my meds and i sat down and i tried to get myself organized. kristen came over and so did a student and melissa and i was sitting in my chair, bouncing my leg, talking a mile a minute, and melissa goes, "are you caffeinated?"

i'm like "no, it makes me jittery."

me, thinking: i'm jittery anyway, but ok body

it was funny.

after work i came back and took a nap. i was fuckin exhausted after being up early and having a full day of people.

i napped until about quarter of 8 when i sleepily bumbled out of the room. i stood there as joel made grilled cheese, trying to wake up and decide what i wanted. joel finished up and went downstairs, and i decided i wanted taco bell. so i went and i got some taco bell and my quesadilla was cut the wrong way. which isn't bad, but it's fucking hysterical. and usually it's cut in four pieces, but this bad boy was cut in three. it was so funny to me. it had nacho cheese in it, which is something the other taco bell's in the area don't usually do, so i didn't ask for just shredded cheese. but it was decent. it'll get me off of wanting taco bell for a while.

anyway i got home, i grabbed the cold stuff from the fridge and freezer, grabbed my laundry, and headed downstairs. i threw my laundry in and i went to sit with joel in our space downstairs and we watched a few episodes of white collar which is really great. he likes showing me his usual shows and watching them with me. it makes me happy. i like that he can share things like that with me, that we can do things together. it was a rare night off for him from all other obligations, so it was nice to just be there together.

anyway, my laundry is now all done and folded and i'm in bed and i'm ready to sleep but not to get up early again tomorrow. 8am comes quickly. 7:15 comes moreso.

also my friends at work are planning something for thursday and the only hint i've been given is "sports car." first thing i thought of was driving a sports car which would be sick. second i thought of a delorean, which goes to back to the future because i'm getting older and is my flavor of nerdy, but other than that.

so i don't know and i don't want to know and i still have twelve million things to do. sheesh. can i have another day this week? because yikes.

[lettersformiah]

9:19am, 8 aug

hi bubsy <3 i love you so much im in english right now and it so fucking boring. like we are just filling in the table of language features n shit and i do not care at all. mrs wilson didnt call my name on the roll so i hope she at least marked me present. but i hate her and i hate this class. thankfully only like 2 more terms of it to go ^-^ omgosh i just thought of it! today si the day you get your flowers >:] which means i cant upload this letter until after you get them and text me about them so i dont spoil the surprise! but yeah hehehe >:D i got some flowers sent to u bc obvs i cant cant get you any and i think you deserve some <3 im so sorry we havent been spending that much time together, its so fucking hard online bc i am so tired after work and dance and even just plain school and then when you are busy we cant call until late and by then im already so sleepy. i am very very sorry its so fucking hard recently but i still enjoy just sitting with you when i can. youre very very very lovely and i hope the flowers make u happy <3 mwahmwhawmahwmhamh other than that! i have a headache! but i get to hang out with kealan for a bit after school and chat so that will be nice bc i havent talked to him for like a few weeks? like properly talked ig? yesterday was mainly maya and leo chatting so i havent really hear about his life in a hot minute. thatll be fun. unless its raining then it absolutely wont be. oh! my dad is sick :( was a bit ill yesterday but this morning was even worse and didnt go to work. poor fella. i hope he feels better soon but at the very least i hope he doesnt give it to me bc as much as i hate it i do actually want to make it to gisborne this weekend. omg! my bday is saturday. so fucking weird. im gonna be old :D and our 6 month is tomorrow!! so the flowers are also for that, even though that wasnt at all what my intention for them was. they are bday flowers, anniversary flowers, and simply flowers because i love you. :D ! hehehe i love you soso smuch babba. i still have half an hour of this fuckin class left and my head achy and shit :( but ignoring that, the rest of my day will be all good and im excited to judt get home and eat bro. like i want a munch on the risotto and my chocolate and i want to talk to you. and then i have to deal with dance which will suck but this week i gotta actually go both days and im gonna try my best to enjoy it and be okay :D okok im gonna text u and tell u i wrote a letter so that u can remind me to post it after school. i love you!

i lub u so much and ur so so pretty and i cant wait to be able to give u a lil kiss on the cheek while ur sleepin cause ur sosos cute hehehhe >:D okok talk soon talk soon please wake up soon its unbearable without u <3 mwahwmahmwahmwah

-mads<3

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: FaceTime{One-Shot}***

Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, FaceTime Sex, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUUTTTT, Self Pleasure, DO NOT READ AT WORK, NOT FILTHY BUT RAUNCHY

Words: 2.5k

Summary: With the new season of FBI currently filming during the world’s climate, the PTB has decided that the cast are all to social distance in a designated hotel where they can be tracked to lessen any unnecessary exposure. You and Zeeko have been together for just under a year, and you’re still in the honeymoon stage, and he’s been “consciously distancing” for five weeks now.

Note: Thanks to a video from Zeeko’s IG stories, this little nugget came to mind. 

I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosley Edited/proofread***

“As you guys can see, this is my home away from home for the next three months, then a two-month break and right back into it,” he said as he walked around the hotel suite with his phone filming his surroundings for the live he was currently shooting.

 He walked from the living area to the open kitchen then showed off the view of downtown Manhattan. As he walked through the suite, he showed the two other rooms then made it to the bedroom.

 “And this is the bedroom,” he said as he jumped onto the bed. When he turned the camera onto himself, he groaned and leaned back onto the pillows.

 “As you can see, they are taking good care of us due to the current pandemic. I’ve been here for—five weeks, a little over five weeks actually, and yes, I’m going absolutely insane.”

 He read the comments as they rolled in and made a mental note as to which ones to answer.

 AriaTheGreat: Zeeko, I love you on FBI. You’re soo hot.

 Cheesing like no one’s business, he slightly bowed his head. “Uh—AriaTheGreat, thank you for that compliment. I’m glad you’re tuning in, and thank you for that.”

BertoCrushesQuads: Bro, you look like you eat lean and crush it in the gym. I dig your workout stories. Always pushing me to step my game up.

 “BertoCrushesQuads, Thank you, bro. Honestly, there’s this little competition between my brother and me regarding the gym and the weights so, yeah. I do like to eat lean things and try to stay on task there, but I’m Egyptian—so yeah.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that bit.

 As he got a little more comfortable in the bed, he continued to read through the incoming comments.

 Y/NInTheseSheets: How are you surviving being in isolation? Are you lonely?

 His smile got so wide when he saw your name; he couldn’t contain himself. He now looked like a child on Christmas morning. You always commented and liked his pictures, reposted his stories, and even popped into his lives always with your secret account. You used this account to mainly stan for him.

 “Uh—Y/NInTheseSheets, cute name. I’m taking it one day at a time. It definitely can get lonely.

 The comments flew in about ways to relieve loneliness and even those bold ones volunteering to help him with that. It was still wild for him to think about how his life had changed sometimes. One of the changes he was most grateful for was your role in his life. A year-long flirtation turned to no commitment dates, and those turned to an accidental kiss that neither of you could go back from once it happened because that kiss led to your first night together.

 Now almost a year from that first kiss, he was still in that honeymoon phase with you. He always wanted to be around you, kiss you, talk to you, lay with you. It was impossible not to think about you, and now that he’d seen you on the live, there was no way he was going  to be able to go over his lines for tomorrow.

 Y/NInTheseSheets: These Sheets are cold.

 Biting his bottom lip, he looked right into the camera and nodded.

 “I hear you,” he said before he skimmed the other comments trying to keep his cool.

 HoeFoFlo: You should hook up with Florian and hit the gym. Can you talk about meltdown!! 🥵

 “HoeFoFlo, wow. Really creative name. You know something, we actually met a few months ago. He’s a cool dude and a monster in the gym.”

 PatriciaMac: @HoeFoFlo whaddya know I’m a hoe for that man too. You’re right; I’d love to see a live of the two of you in the gym together. I’d lose my shit. 😏

Y/NInTheseSheets: Would love to do some hoe things right about now. 😛

 His jaw dropped, and he forgot where he was and what he was doing for almost a full minute. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard. That was all it took for his member to stir. Pushing forward, he tried to keep talking to the six thousand people that were currently watching. He didn’t want to think more about what you were doing. He was sure you were lying in bed, fresh out the shower, probably still naked. He tried to stifle the moan when he thought of how you smelled, but he wasn’t successful at all.

 PrettyGirlLeena: @Y/NInTheseSheets saaaaame! Just looking at him makes me squirm. My lady parts are all tingly.

Y/NInTheseSheets: Tingliness is the least of my problems with my lady parts.  💦💦💦  

 Oh god, he thought. You were trying to kill him or have someone screen record something that he wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of.

 Y/NInTheseSheets: You just drive me crazy when you touch on it. Got my legs up, hands up, at attention.

 “There are some good things that are coming up this season for you guys. I can’t wait for you guys to check it out.”

 It was a meager attempt to force his brain away from your legs and touching anything.

 HoeFoFlo: @Y/NInTheseSheets, you should change your @ to @ThisHoezForZeeko. Girl, you thirsty.

Y/NInTheseSheets: Hit it, quit it. Fill that shit, get it!  🍑

 He was now past twitches and slow rising. His dick was hard.

 PrettyGirlLeena: Shut up, @HoeFoFlo. You should be the one to talk. We’re all thirsty. That is why we’re here. Stop trying to shame people. Look @ your name.  🙄

Y/NInTheseSheets: Tryna see if it feel what it look like. Been a lot of urge that I can't fight. It's a lot of time in the one night.

 Limit reached, he thought.

 “All right, guys, I’m gonna get off of this thing. I have lines to read and an early call. Thank you guys so much for tuning in to this live. Peace, love, and be kind to each other.”

 With that, he ended the live dropped his phone, rubbed his day fresh cut hair, and groaned. It was a loud groan that bounced off the walls and barreled back to him. When he took his phone up again, he quickly found your contact on his most recent calls and tapped facetime.

 After three rings, you answered, and sure enough, you were lying in bed with a sheet wrapped around you. God, you were beautiful.

 “Hi Habibi,” you slid out as your stretched.

 He couldn’t believe it had been almost six weeks since he’d physically seen you, and he still had six more to go.

 “That was not fair.”

 You giggled and changed the angle of your phone so he could see that your thighs were spread.

 “I’m sorry, Habibi. It was just too much fun to pass up, especially when I’d just gotten out of the shower. “

 “Ah, so you wanted to get me horny cause you’re horny.”

 You smiled again then bit your bottom lip. “Are you horny, Habibi?”

 You knew when you called him that it did things to him. You weren’t playing fair.

 “If I said no---.”

 “Then I’d just have my work cut out for me then,” you said before you ripped the sheet off your body to show him that you were, in fact, naked.

 He released an audible yelp that was half from shock and half from the intensity that his arousal hit him.

 “Fuck, baby girl.”

 Your gratifying smiled spread fully across your face before you dropped one of your hands to trail down your body, making a pit stop at your breast to tweak one of your nipples.

 “I miss you,” he whispered.

 “I miss you too. You have no idea. I used your soap in the shower and couldn’t help that my hand went down south.”

 Biting his bottom lip, he could see it as clear as day in his mind’s eye. His jeans were now highly uncomfortable. “How’d it feel?”

 “Not like when you do it. I like your hands better,” you whined.

 “Mmm, I wanna touch you so bad.”

 “I wish I could touch you, but you could—touch you.”

 His eyebrows rose. “Are we there?”

 You nodded. “Yes, we’re there,” you answered, referencing a conversation you’d had weeks ago that when things got tough, FaceTime sex was always an option. “We’re so there.”

 Not needing to be told twice, he sat up, perched his phone on a pillow, and began peeling off his shirt. Once it was off, he threw it in one direction then stood to peel off his jeans.

 “Mmmm, those jeans look uncomfortable, daddy.”

 His hands had never moved so quickly. He hopped as he peeled them off his thighs and kicked them in another direction.

 “You have no idea,” he replied before he climbed back into the bed with his boxer-briefs still on.

 As he laid on his back with a few pillows perched behind his head, he skimmed your body that was still in pain sight.

 “Show me,” you ordered. It was rare you did, but he liked it when you got controlling.

 Slowly he trailed his phone down his body, making sure that he dragged it out as long as possible. He knew what you wanted to see. Once he got to his waist, he lowered the waistband of his underwear before letting it snap back into place. Your groan was music to his ears.

 “Come on, baby, don’t tease me,” you whined.

 “Do you know me?”

 He gripped his hardened dick and rubbed, showing you just how hard he was. He couldn’t get it all in his hand no matter how big it was.

 “Mmmm, are you hard for me, baby?”

 His groan was deep, and he decided just to take them off. When he pulled the elastic down, his dick nudged on it until it sprang out, bobbing in the air.

 “Fuck daddy, I miss that dick so much.” Your hand was now between your thighs, and he’d never wanted to be someone else’s body part more.

 “Show me what’s mine, baby girl.”

 Without hesitation, you lowered your phone to show him just how wet you were. Your fingers glistened from the moisture that his tongue wanted all parts of.

 “Mmm, I’m so wet. Do you see what you do to me?”

 “Me? Look at this dick, girl.”

 He slowly stroked himself at first and then faster, all the while squeezing, doing his best to mimic your channel. His pants began low but quickly became audible. When he released an unexpected guttural groan, your moan overshadowed it, and he was instantly harder.

 “You have no idea how bad I want you, princess.”

 “Show me. Pretend your hand is mine. Pretend I’m right there between your legs about to drop my mouth on that big dick, Habibi.”

 He groaned, angled his head back, and closed his eyes. As his toes curled as the visual of you between his legs took over. “Mmm, you’re so fucking beautiful. I wish this dick was in your mouth.”

 “Mmm, me too. I wish you were fucking my mouth.” Your moans picked up, and his eyes snapped open to see your phone was now perched at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view between your legs, up your body, and of your face.

 “Shit, I love this view.”

 He quickly did the same with his phone so that you could have the same view and so he could have both hands. Once he was again lost in the pleasure of his hand with the visual of your mouth pushing him closer to the edge, he dipped his free hand lower to fondle himself.

 “Fuck, baby. How long has it been? They’re huge.”

 “The whole time,” he replied through his grunts.

 “This pussy misses you so bad. I wish you could stretch me out.”

 “You take me so fucking well, baby girl. Only you take this dick.”

 For the next few minutes, neither of you spoke. You just watched each other and raced to your respective finish lines. Every few seconds, your moans turned to whines and his to grunts and yelps. Your back was now arched off the bed with one hand on your breast.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna make me come!”

 “Shit me too,” he whimpered.

 You shot up to rest on your elbows and look right into his eyes. “Come for me, daddy. I want it. I want you to come right now.”

 “Where would you want it?”

 “Right here,” you said as you patted your pussy. “Come on, this wet pussy. Give it to me.”

 Your fingers were circling your clit faster, and he knew you were close.

 “Come with me, baby girl. Imagine you're sitting on my face. I want it. Soak my beard, princess.”

 Your hips bucked as if you were riding your fingers, pushing yourself to go faster and faster.

 “Oh my god, Zeeko, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

 Your screech was loud before your eyes closed, and your jaw dropped, and in seconds, you were screaming as the pinch of your nipple was tight. It was his telltale sign that you were coming. He wasn’t far behind you. His grip tightened around his dick, and when he stroked up to squeeze around his head, he shot his essence. Your eyes were glued to him as he released stream after stream up into the air. You watched it splat on his inner thigh, pelvis, and abdomen. Your gingers didn’t slow. He knew you liked to watch him come. It always turned you on even more.

 “Oh my god, I’m coming again,” you whined before you dipped your digits inside your heat, dropping your head back. He saw the liquid gush from you, and he was a goner.

 “Fuck!”

 It was the only thing he managed before he, too, came again, sending even more come across his belly. Neither of you spoke. The only sounds were that of your shared panting as your bodies cooled. When he brought his eyes back to his phone, you brought your head back to look at him. Your smile was a sheepish one as you brought your knees together, still giving him the most tempting sight of your soaking core.

 “Oh my god, my phone is soaked.”

 “That’s not the only thing.”

 You slipped your hand between your legs, briefly blocking his view before you brought your hand up to your mouth and moaned.

 “Mmmm. Tastes so good. ”

 “You’re evil.”

 You giggled, bent down, took your phone, and brought it to your face.

 “Six weeks more.”

 He groaned and brought his phone to his face. “The only way I’m going to make it is if we schedule more of these—a lot more.”

 The two of you laughed together until you both laid on your beds, angling the phone on the pillow beside you so the other would feel as if they were right beside them. That was the way you remained for the next few hours, all the while penciling each other in every night to do just this.

 It was going to be a long six weeks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Five Of A Kind

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, opinionated comments towards the Spider-Man movies, I guess some things are implied, but barely

Just something I came up with. I’m a sucker for Poly!hamilsquad :) Takes place at the start of their relationship. Uh, shoutout to Pinterest for giving me prompt ideas ig? I’m going to start working on more requests after this. Enjoy!

She sat in a booth in the corner, watching through the window the busy streets of New York. The sun had been replaced by heavy clouds, and it was obvious it would rain any minute.

She tapped an impatient finger against the handle of her mug, looking at her phone once more before the seat across her was filled by John and Lafayette.

“About time,” She raises a brow and John looked back sheepishly.

“At least we’re not the last ones here,” Just then a waiter came over and took their drink orders. When he left, Laf took her hand into his.

“How are you, mon ange? We have not seen you in a while.” Y/N felt a pang of guilt hit her. She had been absent from the past months movie and game nights, missed out on a couple of dates, all due to school work piling up.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just had a lot of work to do. I swear, I won’t cancel again.” She smiled and Laf kissed her knuckles, only to be startled when Hercules threw an arm around him, pulling him into a kiss.

“Ce qui ne va pas avec vous? You scared me!” Laf put a hand to his heart while John snickered beside him.

Hercules chuckled and sat down next to Y/N, placing an arm at the back of the booth and kissing her cheek. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Alex is last, as usual. Give me my ten dollars,” He nudged Laf who rolled his eyes, but pulled out a bill from his wallet. The waiter came back with their drinks and took Herc’s order, as well as a coffee for Alex.

“Has he been working this late the whole week?” She asked. Though she has been doing the same recently, they all knew college classes and his job were totally different. Alex working late would only bring more tension, stress and sleep deprivation to them all.

“Just the past two days,” John shook his head, looking out the window as the rain came. “Dude doesn’t even think time exist anymore.”

“Speak of the devil,” Hercules nodded towards the front of the cafe, and they all watched him walk over.

“Fifteen minutes? That’s a new record, man.” Y/N said bitterly, but not really meaning it.

“Water falls from the sky and people don’t know how to drive.” Alexander sits next to Laf and takes off his jacket. “I’m sorry, I’ll buy this time.”

“Bribery will get you nowhere,” She sipped from her mug, but willingly ordered her meal carefree.

~~~~~

“So...it’s one character?”

“Correct.”

“But three different actors?”

“Right.”

“In three different...worlds?” Lafayette tilted his head as he watched the screen.

“Well...kinda. It’s basically in the same universe, but just different stories. Like the last Peter Parker is set in the same timeline as the Avengers.” Alex shoves more popcorn in his mouth as Laf narrows his eyes.

“I do not get it.”

“You don’t have to get it, babe,” John smiles and runs his hand through Y/N’s hair.

“Uh, yes, he does have to get it if we’re going to binge all of the Spider-Man movies,” She looked up at John as if he was crazy. He giggled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“All you have to understand is Andrew Garfield was the worst Spider-Man,” Hercules said, earning agreeing hums from Alex.

“But he is the cutest one,” Y/N smiled as she watched said actor on screen in his suit.

“Oh, I can totally fight with you on that!” Alex gave her an accusing stare.

“Non, I think he’s pretty cute!” Laf snuggles further into John, and the latter tilts his head up and gives him a peck on his jaw.

“You haven’t even seen Tom Holland yet, your opinions aren’t valid right now!” Alex throws popcorn at his head from the other couch.

“Shhhhh, this is the best part...” Herc put his finger up to Alex’s lips, and he quickly took it into his mouth, causing Hercules to groan in annoyance.

~~~~~

The bell above the door jingled, Hercules looking up from the suit he was working on. His concentrated frown turned into a warming smile as he saw her walk in with a plastic bag in her hand.

“Tell me there’s something edible in there?” He leaned his arms against the counter and smirked as she froze in her steps.

“Are you saying my presence isn’t enough for you?” Y/N scoffed and set the bag down next to him. “But yes, I might have some food in here.”

“I thought you had class?” Herc smiled as she pulled out two containers of burgers.

“I just finished, thought you’d be hungry. I knew you had to come in early, and from John’s drunk text last night, it seemed like you didn’t get enough sleep.” She laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“I got maybe four hours. I don’t know how Alex does it,” He munched on a fry and intertwined their hands together. “Thanks for the food.”

“Of course,” Y/N smiled and the two ate in comfortable silence after that. She could see the different types of fabric thrown across the back tables. It was an obvious sign of stress, it looked like Herc’s office at his apartment. When they finished their meal, she cleared her throat, “Hey, don’t stress yourself out okay? I know you guys are understaffed, but that doesn’t mean all the work has to be thrown on you.”

“I know, but I was the only one on shift today, which means I get all the new orders.” He ran a hand over his face and sighed. “I should probably get back to work.”

“Sure,” She started to leave, but his hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his chest. She leaned into the embrace and smiled.

“You can stay if you want? I could use the company,” He kisses her head and leans back to look into her eyes.

“I guess I could work on some essays,” She leaned up and kissed him soundly. “Thanks.”

~~~~~

She knocked on the door as she tried to shake off the snow sticking to her coat. It opened a moment later with a relieved looking Aaron on the other side.

“Thank god,” He sighed and stepped to the side to let her in.

“Still hasn’t been out of his room?” Y/N stripped out of her jacket and looked around the messy apartment.

“Not since this morning, and it was only to get another coffee. I’m surprised you guys didn’t check on him sooner.” Aaron raised a brow as she chuckled.

“We talked to him two nights ago, and he seemed fine. Trust me, this isn’t the worse it’s been.” She knocked on his bedroom door, and after not receiving an answer, she opened it slowly.

Alexander was sitting at his desk, back to the door and typing away on his laptop. She sighed as she looked around the room. Cans of energy drinks and candy wrappers had been thrown hazardously near the small trash can in the corner, along with shreds of paper. His bedsheets were thrown carelessly and different documents laid on top.

Y/N shook her head and walked towards where he was seated at his computer chair. She wrapped her arms around the him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You are freezing,” He winced, voice hoarse like he hasn’t spoken in days.

“How long have you been sitting here?” She asked, eyes roaming over the paragraphs he was typing.

“Today?”

“Alex!” She tutted disapprovingly, reaching for his laptop to close it, but he was quicker, grabbing at her hand.

“No! I just need to finish this real quick!” Shoving her hand away, he leaned forward and typed faster.

“You’ve been in here for hours, for all I know days,” Y/N’s hands wrapped around his, and squeezed them. “When’s the last time you ate something? Or showered? Or walked around?”

The silence was enough to fill her question.

“You’re not taking care of yourself, Al. And do you remember that we had plans tonight? We were all gonna go ice skating.”

“Fuck, it’s already Saturday,” Alex ran a hand over his face and grumbled. “I’m sorry.”

There was frustration in his voice, and she would be lying if Y/N said she didn’t feel bad for him. He has been stressed about work lately, picking up a lot of other people’s slack and working late hours. She held him closer and kissed his neck softly, his own hand coming up to her arm and rubbing a soothing thumb across it. They stayed like that, until he eventually leaned forward and started typing away again, saving the document once again.

“When’s your deadline?”

“Tuesday.”

“Are you kidding me?!” She slammed the computer closed and pulled him away from the chair.

~~~~~

“What the hell, John?” Hercules slammed his cards against the table as John laughed.

“You guys suck at this game,” He smirked and laid his cards out.

“You’re cheating, its so obvious that you’re cheating,” Alex walked away from the table, Laf smirking at how easy it was for him to get mad.

“It’s just a game, mon amie,” Laf chuckled as Alex flipped him off.

“I’m turning in, I gotta work the early shift tomorrow,” Hercules stretched his arms and yawned.

“You are all welcomed to stay the night, there is plenty of space,” Laf offered, hope in his voice. He liked when he didn’t have to go to sleep alone, which is something that hasn’t happened in quite a while.

“I can’t Laf, I got an early meeting,” Alex frowned as he put in his shoes.

“Me too, and I got to be early or Lee will never let me hear the end of it,” John kissed the top of Laf’s head and walked towards Alex.

“I can stay, I don’t have class tomorrow,” Y/N grinned as Laf turned from disappointed to excited.

“Don’t have too much fun, you two,” Hercules smiled and kissed them both goodbye, Alex and John doing the same before leaving the house.

Laf wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk at her, which she pushed his shoulder and walked upstairs to his room. He soon followed and gave her a pair of pajamas to change into.

They fell into bed easily, Y/N cuddled up into his side as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. She could hear his heartbeat and sighed with content.

“What are you thinking about, cherie?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the quiet.

She hesitated before answering, “How great this all has been...all of us, together. It’s pretty amazing.”

“That it is,” Laf kissed her forehead and smiled. “I wouldn’t trade these past months for anything.”

Y/N leaned forward and captured his lips, not moving until he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He held her cheek with care, pecking her lips a few more times before pulling away.

“Get some sleep, Y/N. For all I know you could be schemeing with all this kissing.” She chuckled and kissed him one last time before turning over and leaning into his chest. He kissed the back of her neck before wishing her sweet dreams.

~~~~~

Classes had finally ended for the semester, which meant Y/N was making plans to catch up on sleep. Yet, despite her wishes to stay in her dorm for the break, the boys offered for her to switch between their homes, saying that it would allow them to spend more time together, and, let’s face it, they all didn’t like going to sleep alone.

The first weekend, they all wanted to celebrate her successful school semester, and while they wanted to go out and party, she was perfectly content with ordering take out and being lazy on Alex’s sofa.

Y/N was spread out across John, face buried in his chest while he ran his hand up her back comfortingly. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, startling between an explosion on the TV and Hercules loud laughter.

She was almost asleep when she felt John’s fingers begin to move across her spine. He had a pattern, going back and forth and up and down, almost like he was writing something. A couple minutes later she went to turn over so her face would be towards the cushion, before she figured out what he was writing.

“I love you, too,” Y/N mumbled, barely giving it a second thought before she knocked out completely.

John stared at her in shock, eyes wide and a blush across his cheeks. Even though the volume was loud, the other boys could hear her clearly, looking over in amusement, shock and adoration.

John swallowed and embraced Y/N, nuzzling into her neck and smiling as she snored.

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party — jj maybank

summary: jj getting jealous

words: 1.2k+ 

t/w: kissing ig,, not much really

request: this was a request from anon!

“could you do one where JJ gets really jealous of his gf getting hit on by someone else?”

note: here i am with more jj 😌 😌 i love him soooo

     Parties were the one place where both Kooks and Pogues united, though they often ended in fights. For a few short hours, the petty classism was ended, instead replaced with drunk and high teens who just wanted to have fun for the night. The stories their parents told them of things the other side of the island did were forgotten, and they could just have fun and not care about who was rich and who was poor for once.

     Of course, this always came to an end, but it was fun while it lasted — in fact, most would tell you that their favourite part of the OBX was its parties, because you could just forget, and, really, who didn’t want to forget?

     This party was slightly different from the rest, as typically they were held on the Boneyard or at least the beach, but, instead, the teenagers of Outer Banks were littered across a Kook mansion.

     Y/N was sat on the roof, dangling her legs over the edge and watching the people below dance and have fun. JJ had been with her, but he’d gone to get another drink. At least, she thought he had. She couldn’t really remember, having had far too much weed and alcohol to be able to properly think — but that’s what parties are all about.

     She was still nurturing her drink, and occasionally she’d take a sip of the foul-tasting but strong substance, and immediately grimace. You’d expect Kooks would have nice alcohol, but that expectation was wrong. Their alcohol was strong, rather than nice, and it burned a path down your throat and got you drunk within a few drinks. The pounding headache that came alongside it in the morning was probably the least enjoyable aspect, but that was tomorrow, and if there was one thing all of the kids in OBX had the same ideology about, it was that they lived today. A few of them might even tell you that tomorrow was a social construct, though normally that was only after a little too much weed.

     Y/N looked back down to the party after a moment of staring up at the moon, now high in the sky at the late hour. She could make out Kie and Pope talking on one of the picnic tables — she could see Kiara laughing, throwing her head back and letting ehr curly hair fall down her back, and she could see Pope nonstop talking about something Y/N presumed to be about dead bodies. Her eyes raked back over the crowds until they landed on Sarah and John B, and then she was immediately looking away again, grimacing at the sight of them making out. She sighed when she realised JJ wasn’t with either of the groups, and her gaze continued searching for the golden-haired boy.

     “Hey,” a deep voice from beside her greeted, and Y/N jumped, having been so invested in looking for the boy she hadn’t heard the stranger approaching. “Who’re you looking for?”

     “A friend,” Y/N responded, though she didn’t exactly know whether that was true. After the kiss they’d shared a few nights before, they hadn’t had the conversation about what, exactly, they were.

     The boy nodded, his eyes shifting from Y/N to the floor below. “What’re you doing up here? The party’s down there.”

     “I don’t know. It’s quieter up here.” Y/N stated.

     “Oh, so you wanted privacy?” the boy asked, adjusting his collar. Y/N rolled her eyes, realising then that he was a Kook. Sure, the classism always managed to die down in a party, but that didn’t make it gone — and she couldn’t tell where he was trying to get this to go.

     So, she shrugged, continuing to talk to him — and when she could feel eyes on her lips, she knew exactly where he wanted this to go. “Yeah, I guess.” She was unsure of whether it was the alcohol or weed in her system that made her thrilled to have someone be trying (and failing) to flirt with her when her heart was so clearly begging for JJ, but she couldn’t write out that it was a mix. That, or it could’ve been the fact that she could see JJ now, and she could see the occasional glance he was sending towards her as he continued talking with a group Y/N recognised from school. 

     She looked back towards the stranger when JJ began to turn again, giving him a fake smile and biting on her lip slightly. He grinned at that, clearly thinking she was reciprocating thoughts she wasn’t as he continued to speak. “So. . . what’s your name?”

     “Y/N,” she replied, a small smile lingering on her face. Her voice was sweet, but coy, a perfectly flirtatious method she knew from experience would work -- and she could tell it was riling JJ up, out of the corner of her eye noticing his tense jaw and the way he was gripping the solo cup like a voice. Almost tauntingly, she raised a hand to skim across the boy’s arm. “Yours?”

     “Jason,” he responded, grinning. He continued talking, though Y/N tuned it out, just mumbling the occasional ‘yeah’ or laughing or nodding every now and again. She was focused on JJ, though, trying to decipher whether he was staring at her or staring near her. She grinned wider when he started walking towards them as Jason leaned in, and within seconds she heard his footsteps leading towards them over the flat roof.

     She turned to him with a grin, and he smiled back, though she could tell the smile had something else — either anger or jealousy — swimming behind it.

     “Hey, babe,” he greeted, and Y/N’s grin only widened at that, knowing she had achieved exactly what she wanted to. He stuck out his hand for her to take, and her brows furrowed as he pulled her up.

     But suddenly he was wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in to crash his lips onto hers, and she grinned against his mouth. He frowned at that, pressing her tighter into his chest and running his tongue against her lip. She opened her mouth wider, and he smirked, letting his tongue dance with hers messily. He pulled away when his lungs burnt and he felt faint, gasping for breath and looking over Y/N’s shoulder to the boy. Jason stood there, mouth agape and an embarrassed blush on his cheeks — he’d been trying to flirt with a girl who was very obviously taken. JJ arched a brow, donning a smirk as he said, in an ‘innocent’ tone: “Oh, sorry, dude, I didn’t see you there. Do you mind if I take my girlfriend back home? I’ve been dying to take this dress off—”

     “JJ, shut up!” Y/N hissed, blushing a bright red. “Uh, sorry, Jason, I have to go.” JJ grinned at that, nodding, and began leading her back into the house. Jason was left standing on the roof, still in shock.

     “Hey, J, what was that about?” Y/N asked as they left the house, and JJ turned to her with a frown. “Why’d you kiss me like that?”

     JJ laughed then. “Isn’t it obvious? I like you, dumbass, and I know you like me too.”

     Y/N grinned widely. “Alright, well, can I kiss you again, then?”

     Before she knew it, his lips were on hers. This kiss was a lot softer, slower than the other, because JJ wasn’t trying to show off in front of Jason, and he just kissed her delicately, hands on her waist while hers cupped his jaw. Both were smiling like madmen into the kiss, finally knowing at least roughly where they stood.

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nightmare, recalled

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: the hearing. next part up is the slave of duty. we are reaching the end of this arc, and we will do some healing, i promise. thank you all for waiting on this part! it’s a little short breather before we get slave of duty tomorrow night. 

an ajf fic arc that happily stands on its own! (the pieces stand alright on their own as well, for the most part!) one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

words: 2k warnings: discussion of violence, language

summary: “when someone you loved was depending on your lie, it was perfectly easy.” - liane moriarty, big little lies

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You arrive at the office in the early morning, not looking half as exhausted as you feel. It was your own fault - you begged and begged to be the first in the back-to-back team testimonies today. If you were first, you reasoned, you never once had to leave Jack once he and Aaron arrived. 

Jess is taking care of the final arrangements today - handling the catering for the wake with her parents, sourcing roses, all of the wretched little tasks you’d much rather take on yourself - for the funeral this weekend. 

But alas, Strauss needs to continue her warpath on Aaron, and you need to defend him. 

You sit outside of the eighth-floor conference room, just down the hall from Erin’s office. You have tissues tucked in your hand, not trusting her to provide them and saving your pride in the process. You keep your eyes down as she steps into the room and closes the door behind her. 

As you expected, about three minutes later, she pops her head out. “We’re ready for you.” 

Inside the room is one of the deputy directors, in addition to a lackey from the inspector general’s office. 

Gang’s all here...

You take your seat opposite Erin, keeping your hands in your lap. 

“Please state your name and rank for the record.”

You do, clear and steady.

“How long have you worked in the BAU?”

“I was assigned to the BAU as a New Agent Trainee in the summer of 2007, and was assigned to the unit as an agent at the end of that year.”

“So, two years?”

“Just about, ma’am.”

The other people in the room start taking notes, but Erin keeps her eyes on you. It’s unsettling. 

“How was it that you were assigned to the BAU as a NAT?” There’s something hidden in her question, so you answer somewhat comprehensively. 

“I requested a unit assignment based on a recommendation from Jennifer Shepard, the late director of NCIS. I was intrigued by the guest lecture given by Agents Hotchner and Gideon and requested the BAU.”

“Who approved your transfer into the unit?”

Your brow crinkles. “I’m not sure of the specifics ma’am, but the SSAIC informed me that she’d spoken to Agent Hotchner prior to my assignment.” 

“Do you feel indebted to Agent Hotchner?”

Ah. There it is. 

“No, ma’am.” 

She narrows her eyes. “How can that be? He was directly responsible for a massive acceleration of your career within the bureau.”

“All due respect, ma’am, I believe my academy coursework and the Director’s Leadership Award on my desk speaks for itself. Agent Hotchner and Agent Hemingway both recognized my potential and made their decisions accordingly.” You try to keep the sass out of your tone, but you have to throw her off this train of thought somehow. 

She hums - once, staccato. “Given that...recognition, do you feel obligated to defend Agent Hotchner?”

“No, ma’am. I do not feel any obligation or debt to Agent Hotchner.” 

She narrows her eyes again, but makes a note in her small notebook before speaking again. “How would you describe Agent Hotchner’s recent behavior in the field?”

Without hesitation, “Motivated.”

She’s not impressed. “Would you say he’s been taking unnecessary risks in the field?”

Lady, if you only knew the half of it. 

“No, ma’am. I believe his choices in the field have been effective.” 

She chuffs a little laugh, unamused. “Very cute, agent, but that’s not what I asked.” 

You blink at her, waiting for another question. 

“Why did Agent Hotchner step down from his position as unit chief?”

Careful. Careful. 

“He promoted Agent Morgan so the team could continue our work unhindered.” 

“What were the hindrances?”

Shit. 

“By transferring his responsibilities, he had the opportunity to explore more investigatory avenues regarding George Foyet that he would have been unable to prioritize while in his post as unit chief.” 

Good save. 

“Can you characterize the transition of power?” She raises an eyebrow. She’s baiting you. 

You don’t take it. “Amicable. Seamless. Peaceful.”

“So you wouldn’t say there was tension between Agents Hotchner and Morgan regarding the division of responsibilities?”

“No, ma’am. I did not experience or witness any dysfunction arising from the transition. Agent Hotchner was exceptionally respectful and deferential to Agent Morgan following the promotion. There was never any confusion about the chain of command.” 

And that was actually true. 

She pushed and pushed and pushed you to say something that would condemn Aaron for his behavior in the previous eight weeks. Though you were plenty frustrated with him, you didn’t budge. 

Soon enough, she asked about what happened on the afternoon of November 23rd, 2009. You started from the beginning - The Fox, the letters, the medication. 

+++

“Who made the decision to breach Foyet’s apartment?”

This was wearing on you, well into the second hour. “Agent Morgan, ma’am.” 

“Didn’t Agent Hotchner have anything to say regarding the tactical plan?” Strauss looks tired too, but she better rally - her efforts are getting weaker as you continue to answer her questions with steady candor and she still has seven more interviews to conduct today, not to mention the paperwork. 

“No, ma’am. Agent Morgan, even in normal circumstances, is the established tactician of the unit. In this instance and others even while he was in the unit chief position, Agent Hotchner deferred to Agent Morgan’s expertise regarding SWAT deployment and tactical decisions.” 

+++

“Do you believe it was Agent Kassmeyer’s fault that Agent Hotchner’s family was compromised?”

You shake your head. “No. I’m sure you’ll hear it more than once today, but torture is seemingly endless. Agent Kassmeyer took everything Foyet threw at him and still refused to compromise the Hotchner family’s location. There was nothing more he could have done to prevent Foyet from making contact with Haley Hotchner.” 

+++

“Did it occur to you to join Agent Hotchner as he separated himself from the team?”

“No, ma’am. And I disagree with your characterization of the situation - Agent Hotchner did not separate himself from the team. He pursued a lead with Agent Kassmeyer, who requested his presence as he was dying in the back of that ambulance.” 

She purses her lips. “What was your next plan of action?” 

You take a moment. 

This is the hard part. 

“Once the scene was in-process, I took a car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. When I arrived, Agent Anderson had already found Agent Hotchner a car, and he was in touch with the team regarding the next plan of action.” You wet your lips. “He then received a call from Foyet.”

+++

Her eyes remain cold and detached as you walk her through the conversations with Foyet, with Haley. With a certain degree of frustration, you push through your tears as you relay her last words, the gunfire. 

“I don’t remember exactly what happened after that.” You stare down at your hands, focused on the way the pad of your thumb feels against the side of your middle finger. “I remember pulling up to the house and getting out of the car...The - the door was open. I found Agent Hotchner while I was clearing the ground floor. Foyet was dead, at that point.” 

“What had happened to Foyet?”

“He’d been...beaten.” Your voice cracked. That was an understatement. “I subdued Agent Hotchner until the rest of the team arrived.” You press the tissue to your eyes for a second. “He was...understandably distraught.” 

Strauss examines you across the table, sees the emptiness in your eyes behind your tears, the grief, the sorrow, the horror of having to relive it. “What happened after that?”

“I realized,” you continue, “that I hadn’t found Jack. I remembered what Agent Hotchner told him, and we both got up and ran to his home office, off the kitchen. I found Jack Hotchner in the storage trunk beside Agent Hotchner’s desk.” You look up at her. “I can’t begin to articulate the relief I felt at seeing him alive.” 

+++

“When Haley’s sister, Jessica Brooks, arrived, I kept her away from the crime scene for the sake of her health and safety. She met up with Agent Jareau, who had Jack at that point. I -” You stutter and swallow before taking a breath. “I returned upstairs.” 

Your voice shakes, and tears make their way down your cheeks again. 

“I returned upstairs, where Agent Morgan was sitting with Haley’s body. There wasn’t - I couldn’t, um - I couldn’t do anything for her. She was gone even before Aaron - Agent Hotchner - arrived.” 

The representative from the IG’s office looks a little misty now, as does the deputy director. You press your hands to your face. 

“It was... She’d been shot at least three times - that much we heard over the phone.” You voice breaks, but you forge ahead. “She had also been stabbed...There was…” You take a quick breath, but it’s not enough. “...so much blood.” 

Strauss’s voice is quiet when she asks. “What was the nature of your relationship with Haley Hotchner?”

You look her square in the eye, not shy about the grief washing over you in waves. “She was one of my best friends. My boss’s wife, the mother of a boy I consider my family.” You turn your gaze to the table, the fake wood grain suddenly very interesting. “I will miss her beyond measure.” 

A breath echoes around the room as the others collect themselves. 

“I have one last question for you.” 

“Yes, ma’am?”

“What do you think would have happened if Agent Hotchner had allowed George Foyet off of that floor?”

You level her with a look that makes her sit back. “He would have killed Jack. He would have killed me.” 

“And?” There’s one more thing you have to say. 

“He would have let Agent Hotchner live, and he would have told him it was his fault.” 

The rest of the room looks shaken, and you know you’re right. Even beyond the profile, Foyet’s obsession with Aaron was clear. 

Why can’t they see it? 

“Thank you, Agent. No further questions.” 

+++

When you get back to the roundtable room, JJ is there with Derek. You offer them an approximation of a smile. 

“What are you still doing here?” Derek asks. “You can go home, if you want.” 

You shake your head. “I’ll be here until Aaron’s interview is finished.” 

+++

You can’t help the way your face lights up when Jack sprints across the bridge in the middle of the afternoon, leaping ahead of Aaron. 

Rounding the table, you kneel and open your arms to him, letting out an oof when he runs into you full-tilt. You can’t help but smile. 

But then again, Jack has always had that effect on you. 

“Good morning, bud.” 

He wraps his arms around your neck, still impossibly tight. “Hi.” 

You stand in the doorway until Aaron gets there. Jack’s familiar travel bag is slung over his shoulder, and he tosses it down in the corner. “Emily’s in right now, and then it’s you.”

Aaron nods, taking a seat. You follow suit, reclining in your chair so Jack can relax against your chest. The rest of the team watches you both, equal parts mournful and hopeful. 

JJ watches the way Aaron presses a kiss to the side of his son’s head right before he sits down, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder for balance.

Penelope watches the way Jack clings to you, playing with the buttons on your shirt, comfortable and safe. 

Derek watches the way Aaron watches you, brown eyes soft and absent of concern. 

Dave watches the way you watch Aaron, can see the way your fingers ache to reach out for him, to take care of him. 

They all watch the three of you - understanding, but not knowing. 

+++

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[gottlem]

ur so mean, i love u. (lemyanka)

a/n: this was based off a certain ig story from priyanka. its basiacally just pining lesbians. i tried my best, its kind of late, i hope u like it !! (ps this i snot proofread so we’re just gonna hope its right and if its not... just pretend)

summary: priyanka knew something was wrong with lemon if a day went by when she didn’t make fun of her, and lemon hadn’t been acting like herself for a week. (3k)

Priyanka could tell there was something wrong with Lemon. She just didn’t know what it could be. They were best friends, so wouldn’t Lemon just come to her if she was upset or mad or whatever? Priyanka couldn’t lie, she felt a pang in her chest at the idea of Lemon keeping something from her, something that was clearly upsetting her. They had become a package deal, they were never too far from each other and even when they weren’t together, they were talking about each other. If Lemon didn’t like someone, neither did Pri. If Pri had a favourite song, Lemon learned every word. They were as close as friends could be.

Though, Priyanka kind of wished they’d be more. But it was okay. She could have feelings for Lemon and be her friend and she didn’t even have to know. Hiding it from her would kill her, but she was sure telling Lemon would be worse. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, risk changing their dynamic, something they had built up to become stronger and stronger year after year. If their bond were to break, they’d never hear the end of it. The mere thought of that made Priyanka shiver. 

She liked to think she could read Lemon best, and she’d probably be right. Lemon was not the girl to always talk about how she was feeling, and you could bet if she wasn’t feeling right she’d completely hide it. But she’d never been able to fool Priyanka. Though, normally she wouldn’t even try, because Priyanka would be the shoulder she’d seek to cry on anyway. Priyanka had seen her at her absolute worst, through thick and thin. So why was she acting so… weird?

It’s not like it was obvious, though. Lemon was a good actress, Priyanka was just a better detective, apparently. But she didn’t say anything straight away. Lemon hated to be pestered, and maybe she was just tired. Maybe her neighbours were loud and she couldn’t get to sleep. Hell, she could just be a bit hormonal, that’s fine. Priyanka would only make her angry for bringing it up, or even make her worse. And she didn't want to be overbearing. So she left it. She left it and waited until Lemon was back to her sour little self. But that never happened.

Apparently, Priyanka’s stress over Lemon just made her more stressed in general, which made her forget to set her alarm. So on Friday morning, she woke up an hour later than normal, in ignorant bliss for a total of one second until reality caught up to her. She scrambled out of bed, rushing through her usual morning routine, probably (definitely) forgetting something when packing her bag. By the time she was ready to go, she would be about 45 minutes late to her first lesson, so there was really no point in going to it at all. But still, she left the house and found herself walking a little quicker than normal.

She didn’t go to her first lesson, opting to be early for her second. She braced herself for whatever Lemon would come up with about her frazzled appearance. She wore a bare face and a ponytail that was definitely lop-sided and falling out slowly, and she knew Lemon would have an absolute field day. She was the only person who Priyanka would let make fun of her, all because she knew it came from a place of love. Besides, the bitch was funny. It was so typically Lemon to make some quick-witted insult, that would never really be an insult, it became her thing. 

So when Lemon sat herself down in her usual spot next to Pri and said nothing but a “Hey, bitch” with a smile that was definitely not genuine, Priyanka knew it was time to intervene. And then the teacher walked in, demanding silence. Well, there goes that idea. For the next hour, Priyanka watched Lemon���s eyes as they focused and unfocused on the world around her, and pretended to ignore the constant side glances she’d receive way more often than normal. Maybe now wasn’t the time, but she’d have to bring it up. She didn’t care if Lemon got annoyed anymore, she knew the girl had a habit of bottling things up, and she didn’t want to wait for her feelings to explode. She thought back to the few times where she had bit her tongue for a bit too long, and watched Lemon spiral for weeks. She wouldn’t let that happen again.

Turns out, getting Lemon alone for long enough was a lot harder than she thought it’d be. Was she doing this on purpose? The next time Priyanka caught up with Lemon wasn’t until the end of the day, when they began the walk home together, a tradition they’d had for years. And still, something just seemed off. Lemon just wasn’t as peppy as she normally was (though she would absolutely kill Priyanka for using the word ‘peppy’ to describe her).

“Hey Lem, do you want to stick around at mine for a bit? I need company while my moms at work?” Priyanka’s mom was at work, this was true, but really she was just testing the waters. Lemon never passed up an opportunity to spend a couple hours at Pri’s after school.

“I actually have like, a shit ton of homework, so I think I’ll just go straight home today.” Okay, that was enough.

“Lemon. Are you okay?” She placed her hands on the younger girls shoulders, effectively stopping her from walking any further, and making her face Priyanka. This just meant Priyanka had a better view of the dramatic eye roll Lemon proceeded to do.

“I’m fine! Just busy.” Lemon was not impressed. At all. Not quite angry, but absolutely fed up, but this only spurred Priyanka on more.

“Lem, please. Just come to mine for a bit, we can chill or whatever you want. I call bullshit on your homework excuse but you can do that if you really want to, just please come with me? I just want you to be okay.” Priyanka’s tone was harsh, firm. Not mean though, never mean, not to Lemon. 

It’s not like Lemon had any other choice but to agree. Priyanka grabbed her hand and didn’t let go until she was standing at her front door fishing for her keys in her pockets. Lemon never perked up, instead she whined the whole way about how she was fine and Priyanka was overreacting. Priyanka saw right through it, and with each complaint she became more determined to find out what the fuck was going on with her best friend.

As soon as the door was opened, Lemon walked straight upstairs, into Priyanka’s room and flopped onto her bed. Priyanka trudged behind her, in much less of a hurry but concerned nonetheless, and followed the yellow haired girl into the bedroom to find her lying there with her face smushed into her pillows. She didn’t budge even after Priyanka closed the door behind her, nor when she asked politely for her to scoot along. So Priyanka did the only thing that was left to do. She gently rolled Lemon’s petite body along, so that she was facing upwards and gave enough room to join her on the bed. She was surprisingly met with no resistance other than a small whine of protest. 

“Stay here. I’m gonna go make tea, then you can do your stupid homework”

Lemon’s face instantly fell. They both knew she was lying about the homework earlier. Sure, she had to get some done, but it was Friday night and she had all weekend. Besides, she didn’t even have much and she always left it until the last minute anyways. She didn’t want to think about the homework until at least tomorrow. In hindsight, that was probably exactly why Priyanka called bullshit on the excuse so quickly.

“I actually don’t have homework tonight. Can we just like, watch a movie instead?”

And how could Priyanka say no to her? She could never stay mad at Lemon for long, not that she even was in the first place, and now she was just more worried than anything. So she’d take it upon herself to make sure Lemon felt better by next week, and she’d have her Lemon back. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

She left for a few minutes and left Lemon to pick out a movie for them to watch on her laptop. When she returned, she found Lemon wrapped up under her duvet, laptop in front of her ready to begin Mean Girls. Priyanka let out a sigh of relief that she wasn’t going to make her watch something that would make her cry.

It took twenty minutes for Priyanka to become hyper-aware of Lemon’s body against hers. And it’s not like she was complaining, but also she was falling head over heels for this girl and it was becoming increasingly harder the act like her feelings were entirely platonic. But alas, she kept still, tense even, as she focused hard on the movie, making off-handed comments about how Regina and Janis low-key would have been a power couple. 

It took another twenty minutes for Lemons head to drop onto Priyanka’s shoulder. She chanced a glance at the smaller girl, which led her to find out she had fallen asleep. Waking Lemon up would feel mean, especially since she figured she needed the extra relaxation, she deserved to feel better. However, letting Lemon sleep on her shoulder? Priyanka didn’t know if she’d be able to take it.

But she did. She sat through the last hour of the movie with Lemon breathing softly onto her neck, totally oblivious to her friend's inner turmoil, and only woke her up once the end credits had finished. She lightly shook Lemon until she began to stir and eventually sat up and opened her eyes, only to ask how long she’d been asleep for. She tried to tell Priyanka that she should have just woken her up, instead of letting her sleep on her shoulder like that, saying it was probably just uncomfortable. Priyanka insisted that she didn’t care and Lemon needed the rest.

It only took a minute of awkward silence (something that was unfamiliar to the pair) before Priyanka sat up straight and faced Lemon.

“Okay. You’ve drank your tea. You’ve watched your film. You’ve had your nap. Now tell me what’s wrong” Priyanka was going to get to the bottom of this, whether she liked it or not.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Lemon avoided her gaze, favouring to stare at the walls, or the floor, the window, anywhere but Priyanka and her damn eyes. She knew that the minute she looked into them, she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut, which is exactly what she needed to do if she planned on keeping their friendship. 

Priyanka never let down though. She kept asking until Lemon started to raise her voice, seemingly getting annoyed. But Priyanka knew better. She wasn’t annoyed, she was starting to break the facade.

“Priyanka, I don’t even understand why you’re so certain that something’s wrong with me! I’m fine! Why would I not be!?” Lemon was shouting by now. And she was definitely starting to feel guilty, and absolutely not fine. But it’s not like she could just straight up tell Priyanka that the reason she had been distant was because she was trying not to be in love with her. 

“Because you’re not being a bitch!” Lemon seemed offended for about a second, and then she realised that Priyanka was right. She’d been too soft lately. It’s unlike her to not make some bitchy comment for a laugh, and everyone knew she didn’t actually mean it, but it had become the Lemon Brand.

“Maybe I don’t want to be a bitch anymore. Can I not be nice for once? Sincerely nice? Would you hate it if I let my guard down for a damn day?”

Lemon seemed hurt. Genuinely upset, as if she was asking herself these questions instead of Priyanka. But still, she was so confused. Why was Lemon acting so differently? Was she sick of her? 

“You’re not scared of hurting my feelings are you? Because that-”

“Oh my God, Priyanka. It’s not always about you!”

Except in this situation it was absolutely all about Priyanka, just not in the way she was insinuating. It just didn’t feel right anymore, to have this banter between them. Sometimes Lemon wished she could give a compliment without slapping something she didn’t mean on the end of it. Sometimes she wished she could be able to give Priyanka some kind of clue about what she was feeling, but it was just impossible to be so serious with her. 

“Then what is it about? I promise I’ll drop it if you just explain what’s wrong, I know there’s a reason you haven’t been acting like yourself”

There was no response. Lemon avoided her eyes, looking down into her lap. When Priyanka followed her gaze she found her picking at her fingernails, she noticed her hands were shaking a little. Not much, but just enough to show that she was convincing herself to say something. Priyanka couldn’t lie, she was a little scared. It was unlike Lemon to be so dramatic and secretive about something, especially with Priyanka. They knew almost everything about each other, and they liked it that way. Things had always been so comfortable between them, they could say anything without worrying about the others' reaction. So why was Lemon biting her tongue all of a sudden?

“It just doesn’t feel right anymore, to joke around like that” Her voice was small, reluctant even. Yet, it still didn’t clarify anything to Priyanka, who was still just as confused as before.

“What do you mean?”

Lemon just shook her head and hid her face behind her hands. A muffled “It doesn’t matter” was the closest thing to an answer Pri received. She didn’t know what to do. She’d never seen Lemon like this, so timid. Scared. For someone who constantly said ‘deluded self-confidence’ ws her brand, she surely wasn’t being confident in any sense of the word. Meanwhile, Priyanka softly insisted that whatever the problem was, it did matter. It mattered because she was clearly upset. It mattered because it was stopping Lemon from talking to her. It mattered to Priyanka because it clearly mattered to Lemon.

After Priyanka had tried her best to keep her friend calm and to get her to open up, Lemon’s eyes slowly became glassy. Her lower lip quivered before a tear was shed and soon enough Priyanka was opening her arms and muttering a “c’mere, don’t cry”. It was all ‘you’ll be okay’ and ‘I’ve got you, don’t worry’, until Priyanka’s shirt had a small mascara stain and Lemon pulled away, wiping her eyes and apologising for getting makeup on her shirt. Priyanka didn’t care. If anything, she was just happy Lemon finally let it out, even though she still had no idea what ‘it’ was. 

“You know you can literally tell me anything, right?” 

Lemon sniffled, and nodded with a giggle. She knew she could trust Priyanka, she always had. She just didn’t know if she trusted herself to handle being rejected. But there was no getting out of this one anymore. There was no more running away, no more distancing herself. It was time to bite the bullet. Deep breaths.

“I, uh, I guess I’ve been acting so weird around you because…”

How the fuck was she supposed to say this? 

“It’s okay, Lemon, you trust me right?” Priyanka leaned forward ever so slightly to wipe a stray tear from Lemon’s cheek as she gave a miniscule nod in response.

“Well, I think I just wanted to distance myself for a while? Not because I don’t want to spend time with you! It’s quite the opposite really.”

She could see the cogs turning in Lemons head, trying to think of something else to say, and part of Priyanka wanted to ask Lemon to elaborate. But the other part of Priyanka was thinking about how right it felt to touch Lemon’s cheek, and how close their bodies were, and how pretty Lemon looked. And the way Lemon was looking at her. It was as if she hung all the stars in the sky right then and there, just for Lemon.

And suddenly it all made sense. And Priyanka felt so, so dumb for not noticing it sooner. 

“Wait, Lemon. I get it.”

“No, I really don’t think you do-” She chuckled, not because it was funny, but because there was no way Priyanka knew where she was going with this. She’d tried so hard to hide it from her. But then again, she could never keep something from her for very long anyways.

“Come here” Lemon obliged, slowly scooting herself closer to the girl, watching as her eyes flickered down for just a second and she took a deep breath. 

Maybe Priyanka did get it. 

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” It was a whisper. A dare. Lemon was happy to accept it.

“And what if I do?” She had no idea where the short burst of confidence came from, or what allowed her to flirt back, but she did it anyway. Maybe it was the way their faces were slowly inching closer together. Maybe it was the way they had locked eyes so intensely she could suddenly see every fleck of colour in Priyanka’s iris’. 

“Then I think you should.”

And Lemon didn’t need to be told twice. She wrapped her arms around Priyanka’s neck, letting her initiate the kiss. She let herself let go of thought, let go of worries about what this made them, and just kissed back as if her life depended on it. Somehow it felt like it did. The kiss itself was soft, the pair much more concerned with letting each other know how they felt more than anything else.

When they eventually pulled apart with plump lips and flushed cheeks, a satisfied smirk sat on Lemon’s lips. 

“I don’t think I wanna be friends anymore”

“Yeah, me neither”

They’d need to have a longer conversation, about what they were now (though they had an idea or two) and how things would change. But for now, both girls were pretty content with lips pressed together and hands tangled in hair.