#my ears shake if I have a bass-y song it's fucking awesome

[thatndginger]

Cryptid let me borrow his nice over-ear headphones while I do our laundry, and holy shit these things have immediately soothed whatever nervous bullshit has been happening in my head all day

[geeky-marie]

Weakness

School of Rock : The musical

Dewey Finn x Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut, Kiss without permission, unprotected sex ( Protect yourself !) 

N/A : The idea is pretty basic and i’m sorry but I wanted to practice my smut description a little bit and I guess i’m a little bit horny. So, I hope you will enjoy. 

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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"Holy Shit" was the only coherent thinking Dewey had been able to think the first time he saw you.

When Rosalie, sorry miss Mullens, had told him that he will have an assistant to help him charge and move the instruments and often helping the children's. He had naturally through of a big guy, grumpy all the time but with a heart of gold. The usual roadies that every true rock band have.

But, nothing had prepared him to see you this morning. Sit in the corner of the room, the light of the sun catching gently in your hair. You was softly playing with the classroom bass guitar. Your finger, press at the right place on the cords was letting escape the first part of an AC/DC song.

In shock for a while, he succeeded to introduce himself with a shaken confidence and  even make you laugh. 

Later that night, Dewey called Ned, telling him how beautiful you are and how much screw he was. 

Few months later

Your job at Horass Green was one of the best experiences of your life. Between the class, the shows and helping the kids reaching their full potential, you were always busy. 

“ Y/N did I forgot the partition on the desk ?” Dewey asked, returning in the class after saying goodbye to the kids. 

“ I don’t think so” You reply, placing the sheet on the keyboard.

“Did I tell you that you look drop dead gorgeous today” Dewey said, a flirty smile on his lips. 

Amuse, you shake your head. This little flirt, at first innocent, was now a true game between you too. A little dance you do each week day for now few months and you know, will end by letting you both sweaty and probably exhausted.

“ No you didn’t, but, I have to confess that you are too, really awesome today.” A smile dancing on your lips. “ I don’t know why, but I always have a thing for a man in a shirt and tie.” 

He looked, indeed, amazing. Pair with his usual pants and shoes set, he was wearing a white stripe pale blue shirt and a green and black tie you usually hadn’t put together.The fact that he had rolled his sleeve was the cherry on the top. 

You think that it was the wink at the end of your tirade, or maybe, the biting of your lips that make him lose it. But, in what it seem a heartbeat, you found yourself press against the hard wall, the hands of Dewey firmly on your hips. His kiss, at first hard, become more and more passionate, making your head spin a little and your toes curl in your shoes. 

After a few minutes, a need to breath briefly breaking you apart. 

“ I’m sorry...I maybe, probably...should ask for your permission or...” Dewey start, his forehead against yours, his warm and fast breath brushing on your skin.

Reaching for his mouth for a second round, you didn’t bother to reply. Your arms, pass around his neck gave you the perfect occasion to play with his hair. A thing you always wanted to do but, of course, never attempt.

Moaning against your lips, Dewey tightened his grip on you, clearly enjoying the sensation of your finger exploring his hair, pulling gently his straws.

Lost into your kissing bubble, you suddenly stop, hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor. Sure the danger of maybe being catch is exciting, but, searching for a new job was less fun. Soon, the sound in the corridor stop, letting you know it was only a teacher heading home. 

Trying to regain your breath, you pass your finger on you lips to prevent an incriminate smug of your lipstick. 

“ Please don’t do that...” Dewey asked,clearing his throat, visibly struggling to not kissing you again.

“ Do what ?” You ask, confuse. 

“ Don’t...touch your mouth like that...please it’s...so sexy...” He confesses, a light of lust into his eyes.  

“ Did I found one of the weaknesses of Dewey Finn ? “ You ask with your best sexy tone. “ Let’s see how many more I can find“ 

Taking his tie between two of your finger, you make him step forward, making his body pressed against yours in a pretty clear invitation that he didn’t miss. Resting on your hips until now, his hand became more and more active, exploring and caressing each curve of yours, from your ass to your breast that he gently cup before squeezing it. In his pants, his already hard erection,was teasing you, making your crave for his next move. 

Putting your mouth on his neck in an attempt to stopping you of jumping on him and simply fuck him on the floor. You suddenly feel him become a little bit more tense.

Lifting the border of your skirt enough to having an easy access, Dewey slowly push your panties aside, finding without effort your clitoris. 

“ Are your comfortable with my hand there ? “ Dewey simply ask, his finger brushing lightly against your clit. 

“ Couldn’t be more glad” You reply, gripping a little bit more tighter the front of his shirt.” don’t stop...please

Adjusting his hand on your pussy to push two fingers in your entrance and his thumb brushing your button. He proudly process to showing you the legendary dexterity of a guitarist. 

Keeping you still by grabbing your ass, Dewey quickly found a good rhythm to transform your arousal breath into a vocal moaning that he shut with a kiss. 

“ Shh...We have to be discreet” He remind you, a smirk on his lips, watching you enjoying the action of his finger, pumping in and out of you. “ God, you are so wet for me already “ 

Carefully removing his hand of your soak pussy, he helps you sit on the top of his desk,admiring the view of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. 

“ Shit...do you know how pretty you are ?” He asks you, opening your legs and keeping them spread before kneeling in front of you. His gaze lock in yours. 

Removing your cumbersome pantie, he throw it away without management and put his head between your legs, starting happily to eat you out.   

You couldn’t remember exactly when you put your hand on his hair. Is it was from the start or only when he had taken your clitoris into his mouth making you moaning his name like a prayer. But, now that your finger was in his dark lock, caressing, pulling and pushing his head closer to your sensible area, you didn’t want to let him go, feeling yourself more and more on the edge.

“ I...I coming” You moan when the orgasm explode on your body.     

Breathless and shaken,you felt all your other sense becoming numb letting only the sensation of the tongue of Dewey passing again and again on your over stimulated clit. Pinned down to the desk by the grip of Dewey on your thighs, you expel a weak cry of pleasure, feeling yourself melting under his mouth, now busy cleaning his mess. 

Standing between your leg, a proud expression paint on his face, his eyes darken by the desire. He let you came back to earth, kissing gently your lips, making you taste yourself on his wet mouth.

Putting down his pants and boxer,he make you lay down on the desk pulling you closer. You didn’t through that Dewey was the kind of man who’s like to lead in bed. But, watching him taking his cock to push it into you,making you moaning in unison,you didn’t mind letting him take the decision. 

“ Please tell me it’s not a dream...because I dream about you a lot” He confessed,his voice low by the pleasure rising in his body at the same time he was moving in you. 

“ No, thank god it’s not a dream” You reply, when your body trying to follow the pace, more and more fast of Dewey.

Shaking under you, the old table of hard wood was accusing the repetitive assault. 

Close of your second orgasm, you gave him a glance. Hairs stuck in the hair by the way you had pulling it earlier,his hands were firmly wrapped around your thighs. Growling each time his cock was pushing into you, you could easily see that he was himself really near the edge. 

“ Wait, If I continue like that I will never be able to bring you another orgasms” 

Surprise, you let him help you to get down off the desk and put you against it, you ass lift in the air for a better angle. 

“I was almost at my second” You weakly protest before choking on thin air at the feeling of the full length of Dewey pushing into you. “ Oh god “ 

“ We will have to reach it again then, shall we” He whisper on you ear, his chest press against your back. 

It didn’t take long for you to get lost in the pleasure that this new position was offering to you. Even more closer to Dewey that before, it seem to you that everything was amplify. To his rhythms, slow or fast depending of his goodwill, to the sound of your skins, slapping on each other and the things you like the most, his growling direct into your ears.

You second orgasm, still near, crash on you like a wave, making you back arc and your leg shake. Biting your lips to reduce your moaning, you feel Dewey smile against your shoulder and leave your hips to catch your breast, still trap into your clothes. Keeping them wasn’t exactly what you both wanted, but, if somebody surprising you, it was better to at least be able to getting dressed quickly. 

Adopting a good pace with his cock and his finger on your clits, making you think you will become crazy if he stops. You feel him leaving soft kisses on your neck, shoulder and hair.  

“ You feel so good Y/N i'm so fucking close” Dewey growl on you ear before slowing down“...Shit we forgot the condoms"

“ I take the pills” you assure him suddenly, scared that he definitely stop his so delicious move. 

Firmly grabbing your waist, Dewey came in you, his nose buried in the crock of your neck, making you moan of satisfaction. 

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Sit on the ground, your back against the desk and your head on Dewey shoulder. You was gently passing a finger into his open hand lazyly caressing his fingertips. Both of you had quickly collapse and was now trying to gain some energy before leaving the school.

“ So...how many weaknesses I found ? “ You joke, kissing his cheek. 

Letting escape a laugh, he gave you a side look. 

“ All of them, actually, you are my biggest weakness “  

Smiling, you put a kiss on his lips.

“ I will miss the little flirt game “ You confess, adjusting yourself between his arms.

“ Oh don’t worry, I will never let this game dying. But now, be careful because I will never have enough of you and your taste“ Dewey respond, capturing your lips in a soft but promising kiss.

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[fanofnightz]

Booze (Part 1)

Nikki Sixx x Reader

Summary: Your band has been touring with Mötley Crüe for over two months now and you and the boys are on really good terms because you are always down for some trouble. Especially the bass player and you are getting along really well. After a show you run into your mother and her newest boyfriend and in the end of it you find yourself drinking on the roof of your hotel as suddenly Nikki joins you.

Words: about 7000

Warnings: cursing, a lot of drinking, mentions of sex, anger, angst, a little fluff

Note: I’ve written a lot in the past but this is my first one shot. English is not my main language so please excuse grammar/spelling mistakes, I did my best. Also, if you like it, I’m gonna write a Part 2.

It was a hell of a show. The crowd was awesome and the people were screaming your own lyrics, the ones you had written together with your band, along with you. Nothing, you thought, could ever be better than this feeling.

As you got to the final song, you were dripping wet from sweat. Brian, your drummer, started off with a fast beat while Chris, your lead guitarist, and Dan, your bass player, joined him.

A few moment later you started to sing and you smiled happily ‘cause your vocals were loud and clean and exactly how they were supposed to be.

You jumped around on stage, messed a bit with Dan and Chris and laughed at Brian, who pulled funny faces during his drum solo. He was high, as always, but it didn’t bother you at all. You were drunk too 'cause you had drowned a bottle of Whisky with the boys before the show.

As the song ended, you let out a loud scream and told a few Thank You’s to the crowd. Then you ran off the stage along with your band, completely pumped with adrenalin and happy as fuck because the show had gone so well.

You drank half of a bottle of water that was given to you by one of the roadies and then you poured the other half over your body to cool down a bit.

“Great show, Y/N!”, Dan smiled and patted your shoulder, “But the next time, please don’t take off your shirt and throw into in the crowd! I’m getting a little jealous!”

He laughed and pointed at your upper body that was just covered with a lacy black bra.

“It’s noted but that doesn’t mean I’m not doing it again!”, you winked at him and Chris, who stood next to you, laughed and took a sip of his water. There was no alcohol in sight, maybe the members of Mötley Crüe had already drowned everything while you had been on stage.

You and Dan had this thing going on between you two where you would always flirt with each other whenever you got the chance to do it. It was kind of a fun thing to do even though you thought of Dan as a brother and you knew that he thought of you as a sister.

“Let’s see if the other boys have a little Whisky left for us.”, Brian, who had been quiet the whole time since you got off stage, suggested and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I need booze NOW!”, you laughed and made your way to the dressing room of the Mötley Crüe boys while your band followed you.

You all were a little high from the show (except Brian, he was actually high) and you wanted to celebrate with the other band until they had to go on stage.

As you reached the dressing room, you slammed the door open, laughing at Chris, who tried to carry Brian down the hallway on his arms.

“Boys, I need alcohol and I need it now!”, you said loud and strutted into the smokey room. The other band, sitting on two couches with a few girls, laughed and Vince pointed at an open fridge that was completely filled with bottles of Jack Daniels while he played with the hair of a blonde groupie.

“Hallelujah!”, you screamed and went up to the fridge to get four bottles of Whisky while Brian, Dan and Chris sat down on the couches too.

“Seems like Y/N is a little needy tonight.”, Tommy laughed and his eyes landed on your almost bare chest since you didn’t make the effort to put on a new shirt.

“Fuck off, asshole!”, you smiled while showing off your middle finger. He laughed again, took a big sip of Whisky and placed his hand on the thigh of the girl next to him that was looking at him with puppy eyes.

You walked to the couches too and handed three of the bottles in your hands to your band. You rolled your eyes in amusement as you saw that they had already started to flirt with the other girls.

You sat down between Nikki and Mick and opened your bottle of Whisky with a sigh of relief.

“How’s the crowd?”, Nikki asked you and watched your mouth while you took a first sip of Whisky.

His blue-green eyes narrowed a bit as you drowned a quarter of the bottle without thinking twice. You loved the burn and the warm feeling the Whisky gave you.

“The crowd is awesome!”, you said after you lowered the bottle from your lips and smiled a wide smile. “You’ll love it! The people are going crazy out there!”

He smiled at you and took a sip of his Whisky too. “Were they crazy right at the beginning or did they go crazy after you took off your shirt?”, he started to flirt and you gave him a smirk.

His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding his bottle, brushed your waist and you raised your eyebrows. “We don’t wanna take this too far tonight, won’t we?”, you whispered in his ear so the others wouldn’t hear you.

You had hooked up with Nikki three times already, it had always been good fun and you wouldn’t say No to a fourth time.

Even though you both had been very drunk each time you remembered all the things he was able to do with his fingers and his tounge all too well.

“Just as far as we want to go, Hot Stuff.” he whispered back and his breath, smelling like alcohol, cigarrettes and peppermint, brushed your face. You were used to that smell, so you didn’t back away.

“Careful, Darling. Hot things can burn you.”, you played along and now he smirked at you.

“Well”, he said and his voice got a little deeper, “I think I’m used to playing with fire.”

You could only agree with that. Nikki always did something reckless and setting himself on fire was one of his favourite things to do.

You just wanted to response with a sassy comment as the door to the dressing room opened.

“Y/N”, one of the tour assistants (you thought her name was Cassie) called you and you looked away from Nikki to see what was going on, “There is a surprise guest waiting for you.”

You stood up slowly and Nikki’s hand slipped off your waist.

Who could the guest be? You didn’t expect anyone to visit you but it had to be someone you knew or else the security would have stopped him or her.

“Ok, I’ll follow you, Cassie.”, you replied and exchanged some looks with your bandmates. “I’ll see you guys later”

“My name is Karen, not Cassie, but it’s okay. I bet you have to remember a lot of names.”, Karen-not-Cassie uttered while you stepped out of the dressing room and closed the door behind you.

“Sorry.”, you mumbled, holding onto your - now half empty - bottle of Jack Daniels and knowing that you would forget her name again anyway.

You followed Karen-not-Cassie back to the stage and you slowly felt the Whisky kicking in.

Maybe it was enough for tonight, you had to play a show tomorrow and you didn’t want to be hangovered while singing.

You really wanted to put the bottle away but then Karen-not-Cassie pointed at someone and you saw who the surprise guest was. Immediately you took another sip.

A few seconds later the tall, expensively dressed woman turned around and while your smile slowly faded away, hers got a little wider.

“Y/N!”, your mum shouted happily and walked over to you with fast steps.

“Please not.”, you whispered to yourself just before she pulled you into a tight hug. You patted her back but you didn’t hug her back.

“Mum, who’s that man over there that was holding you hand?”, you asked after she let go of you. You didn’t make the effort to say Hello.

You sighed as your mum waved the man over.

“Well, honey, this is Kent!”, she introduced the man to you.

You looked at him and you stopped yourself from shaking your head in disbelief. He was tall, had wavy brown hair and blue eyes and he was maybe thirtyone or thirtytwo - just eight years older than you were.

“Kent has got a big house in California and he is the manager of a really successful company!”, your mum explained and you couldn’t help but drink some of your Whisky.

Kent just stood there and didn’t even say something to you. He looked around, looked at his nails, looked at your mum, looked at you - and seemed to be really bored.

“And let me guess: he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”, you asked with a hard look on your face.

Your mum changed her boyfriends like she changed her clothes and as time went by her new lovers got younger and younger (and richer and richer).

“Well”, your mum smiled, “actually…”

She didn’t end the sentence but she held up her hand to show you the big shiny ring on her finger. You felt your jaw drop.

“You are engaged!”, you almost screamed and the smile on her face left as she saw how angry you were.

You looked around 'cause you didn’t want to look her in the eye and you were glad that nobody was paying attention to you.

Well, almost nobody. A few meters to your right, Mötley Crüe walked by, ready to go on stage. Nikki was fully focused on you and you could have sworn that he looked a little concerned as your eyes met for a second and he saw the anger in your look. Then he got out of your sight.

“You don’t seem to be happy for me.”, your mum uttered while you held on tight to the bottle in your shaking hand.

“How long do you know each other?”, you asked and tried not to scream.

“For two months but-”

“No!”, you stopped your mum from talking and saw Kent stepping back a little. He definitely felt uncomfortable in this situation but you didn’t give a damn about him.

“How many boyfriend did you have in the last six months?”, you shouted, not able to hold it back any longer, “Ten? Twelve?”

Your mum looked at you in shock. Did she really expect you to be happy about the fact that this was the fourth engagement ring on her finger in a timeline of six years?

“Y/N, listen…”, the long haired woman tried to calm you down but you had enough.

“No, Mum, you listen!”, you yelled and in your anger, you trew the bottle of Whisky against the closest wall. It broke apart and thousands of little sharps fell to the ground.

Your mum shrugged back and a lot of people were looking at you now but you didn’t care - maybe it was the anger, maybe it was the alcohol that was running through your veins.

“You’ve been doing this shit almost my whole life now and it’s fucking enough! I can’t take this any longer!”, you screamed and recognised some tears in your mothers eyes but you weren’t finished yet, “You’re going crazy since Dad left us and instead of getting help you go and fuck around with some dudes that could be my older brothers by now! And if you get lucky and find a dumb, rich asshole who is willing to marry you then you go for it 'cause fuck yeah that guy will definitely give you a little bit of satisfaction with all his money and his big house! And then you introduce him to me as my "new Dad” or whatever 'cause you don’t give a fuck about what I think of all that shit!“

"Y/N, I never knew you felt this way.”, your mum almost whispered and a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Spare your breath.”, you snapped, “I have told you at least five times now but you never fucking listen to me! So don’t try to come close to me ever again and don’t fucking invite me to your shitty wedding! I’m done with you and your bullshit!”

You turned around to leave and realized that there wasn’t a single damn person around who wasn’t staring at you and your crying mum.

“The show is over, morons!”, you shouted and while everyone turned away in shame you rushed out of the backstage area without looking back.

At the moment, you just wanted to be alone, so you didn’t go back to your band and went straight out of the building to get yourself a cap back to your hotel.

The boys will be worried, they’ll ask themselves where you are, a tiny voice in the back of your head whispered to you but you couldn’t care less.

The only thing you wanted now was booze - enough to forget about the confrontation with your mum and Kent.

-

Four hours later you sat alone on the flat roof of your hotel. You heard the cars roll by on the streets of New York - the city that never fell asleep.

From where you were sitting you were able to see almost the whole city and on another day you would’ve been completely stunned by that unbelivable view.

But today you were totally drunk and fucked up so you didn’t care much about your surroundings.

On the ground next to you were four empty bottles of Whisky and the fifth was in your hand.

After you had gotten into your hotel room, you had immediately gone to the fridge to get some booze. The look on your mum’s face as you had walked away had been still on your mind and by then, the anger had almost left and some kind of sadness slowly had crept into your head.

At first, you had been on your bed in your hotel room, drinking and thinking about all the things you had done. But after half a bottle of Vodka, you had been too drunk to sit still, so you had gotten up, had grabbed as many bottles of Whisky as possible (five) and had wandered around the hotel until you had found the surprisingly unlocked door to the roof. Somewhere inbetween you had put on a new shirt, but you didn’t know when.

And now you were sitting there, drinking. And somehow the conversation with your mum was still on your mind and it drove you crazy.

Everything you had said to her had been the truth and nothing but the truth - but still. You felt like somebody had died.

You took another sip of Whisky and sighed. Your upper body fell backwards and now you were lying on the hard ground, looking up to the cloudy sky. In the distance, you heard police sirens.

You closed your eyes and tried to blend out everything - the noise, your mum, Kent, the fact that you didn’t want to get this drunk but now you were completely shitfaced. It didn’t work.

You got angry again. Angry, 'cause your mum was a shitty mum, angry, 'cause you had said some really rude things to her and angry, 'cause you did nothing better than sitting alone on a roof and drinking to forget all of that.

You got up, grabbed one of the empty bottles next to you and with a loud scream, you threw it against the entrace door.

“Fuck!”, you shouted and clinged your hand into your hair. Now that you were standing, you suddenly felt the power of the Whisky in your blood. Everything started to turn and you felt like you had been in a really devilish carousel for three hours straight. You fell to your knees, hand still in your hair, and coursed again.

“Are you okay?”, a voice suddenly asked and you flinched and looked around in shock.

At first, you couldn’t see anyone, but then you spotted somebody next to the door.

You didn’t know who you’d expected, but definitely not Nikki. Still, he was standing there, first looking at the sharps on the ground next to him, then at you. He had two bottles of Vodka in his hands and as you looked closer, you saw that he wasn’t in stage clothes anymore. He wore tight black leather pants now, combined with a black tank top and a red leather jacket.

You held onto your last bottle of Whisky, stood up again (everything was still turning) and tried to look like you hadn’t had some kind of a mental breakdown before he had shown up.

“What are you doing here, Sixx?”, you asked and noticed, that you had a lot of problems with pronouncing the words correctly.

He walked up to you until he was just two meters away from you. Now you were able to see the last bit of make up, that was still on his face.

“The better question is: what are you doing here, Y/N?”, he asked back and you rolled your eyes.

“I asked first.”, you said like a little kid and he gave you a tiny smile. He was drunk too, but not as drunk as you were. Well, maybe he was just better at hiding it.

“Fine.”, Nikki sighed, “We were in a strip club that isn’t far away from here and Tommy had this crazy idea about a pyramid of strippers. I tried to climb on top of it, but it broke down and I accidentally kicked one of the girls in the face, so they threw me out of the club. I didn’t know where to go so I went back to my hotel room with some girl I met on the way. In my room, I wanted some Vodka, but my fridge was already empty so I went down to get some booze 'cause I couldn’t find the telephone. On my way back I opened the wrong door and then I heard a scream - your scream - from upstairs so I went up to see what was going on.”

You were too drunk to understand everything, but what you understood was the fact that he had some chick waiting for him in his hotel room. Good.

“Everything is fine, you can go back to your groupie now.”, you mumbled and took a sip of Whisky. Then you turned away and sat down again.

“And leave you here alone, on the rim of a roof, while you are drunk and totally fucked up? You wish.”, he responded, “I may be a drunk dumbass but I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t want you to be here, asshole!”, you shouted and gave him an angry look over your shoulder.

“And I don’t want you to die 'cause you got too close to the rim and fell down!”, he shouted back and got closer.

You stood up and tried to walk away from him, to the other side of the roof, but walking seemed to be harder than you had thought it would be. Still, you kept going.

“I said I’m fine!”, you snapped but in the same moment, you started to feel really, really ill. One second later, you started to bend over, puking your guts out.

As you felt Nikki’s hands on your back, that held back your hair, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but you had to choke for at least two minutes until you were able to talk again.

“I don’t need your help, Sixx.”, you told Nikki but he didn’t seem to care.

“But you need a new shirt, for sure.”, he mentioned and pointed at your red t-shirt. You looked down on you and saw that you had thrown up all over it.

“No, no, no, no.”, you mumbled and wanted to whipe off the vomit with your bare arm. Your drunk, fucked up self thought that that was a good idea.

Thank god, Nikki stopped you and grabbed your arm. “That’s a really dumb idea, Hot Stuff.”, he smiled softly and you looked at him in confusion.

“Well, I can’t get it off any other way and I can’t take off my shirt 'cause I would freeze to death.”, you tried to explain. Talking was a little easier now.

“You won’t get this off without some water.”, Nikki said, “Take it off and put on my jacket.”

You looked at him in surprise. You knew that Nikki (when he wasn’t fully shitfaced) was someone who really took care of his friends. But still, you weren’t used to him being caring about you. Well, he never had had the chance to be before.

At first, you wanted to reject his offer 'cause you were ashamed of the fact that he saw you in such a vulnerable moment. But then you looked down at your ruined t-shirt, looked up in his completely honest eyes and recognised that it was time to swallow your pride and let him help you.

You nodded and tried to take off your shirt. It wasn’t that easy but you made it without getting in contact with your vomit. Then you threw the shirt to the ground.

Nikki gave you a gentle smile and took off his jacket to give it to you. You grabbed it with a quiet “Thank you”, put in on and pulled the zipper up. It was way too big for you, but it was warm and smelled like some mixture of alcohol, smoke, perfume and something else you couldn’t recognise. You didn’t know why, but you liked wearing this jacket.

Now, that you had puked out a huge part of the alcohol in your body, you felt a little more sober, but you also felt really exhausted.

But instead of putting the Whisky away, you immediately drank a few sips again. Nikki gave you an amused look, but you saw that he was still worried.

“That’s the Rock n’ Roll life, baby!”, you smirked as you lowered the bottle.

You walked back to the place were you had sat before and sat down again. Nikki followed you straight away.

“I’m not getting rid of you any time soon, right?”, you asked as he sat down next to you and started to drink out of one of his bottles of Vodka.

He shook his head and smiled with the bottle still on his lips. “If I can’t get you off of this roof, I’ll stay up here with you then. I bet the girl in my room has left already anyway.”, he said.

“Well, I think she’s still waiting for you. I bet she would wait the whole night if she could have sex with you afterwards.”, you replied, halfly joking, halfly saying the truth.

“So it’s not important how long I’m here with you. When I’ll get back to my room, she’ll be there.” He shrugged his shoulders and you brought your bottle up to your lips again, glad that he hadn’t tried to take it away from you.

As you had drunk for a few seconds, you held up the bottle to see how much you had left over by now - half a bottle.

“You’re not getting my booze when you are finished with yours.”, Nikki, who had watched you, commented and pointed at his second bottle of Vodka.

“We’ll see.”, you mumbled and gave him a side look. He was only a few inches away from you, his legs angled, staring out at the city. If you had wanted to, you could’ve rested your head on his shoulder.

You just sat there, drinking in silence for at least twenty minutes until you started to talk again.

“My mum’s getting married.”, you spoke out the truth. You didn’t know why you wanted to talk about it so bad now, but you had to, or else you would explode.

“Was she the woman you’ve talked to before we got on stage?”, Nikki asked and you felt his eyes on you as you kept staring at the lights of New York.

“Yeah, and the man next to her was Kent”, you nodded, “her fiancé.”

You almost couldn’t bring the word over your lips, it was just a whisper. But Nikki still heard you.

“He’s so young”, he swallowed, “I thought he was your older brother.”

You wanted to be mad at him, but you couldn’t because it was the truth. Kent really could’ve been your older brother.

“I’m an only child.”, you explained, “Mum never wanted kids.”

You knew this for many years now, but it still hurted a little bit. When you had been fifteen, your mum had told you during an argument and you were still able to repeat everything she had said to you.

“And your Dad?”, Nikki tried to make you open up and it surprisingly worked. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt like it was okay to tell him about you.

“He left us when I was five.”, you sighed, “Mum really loved him with all her heart but he cheated on her with her best friend. Since then, she’s out of control.”

You emptied your bottle and Nikki opened his second bottle of Vodka. “Out of control?”, he digged deeper and you finally looked at him.

His eyes were a little darker and they were bloodshot. His hair was a little more messy than usual and there was a small stain of lipstick on his chin. He still looked good, though. You didn’t want to know how horrible you looked after all of that drinking and screaming and puking.

“She had a lot of boyfriends and for about six years, she had a drinking problem. She was married six times in the past ten years and her boyfriends got younger and richer as time went by. Well, at least she’s sober now.”, you told Nikki and without a word he started to share his bottle with you.

“And now she wanted me to be happy for her and I said some really mean things. I told her to leave me alone for the rest of my life.”, you whispered with the bottle on your lips.

Nikki looked at you in silence and then he nodded, like he knew exactly how you felt.

“I mean, she’s not good for me and I’m better off without her.”, you tried to explain yourself, “But she’s still my mum, you know?”

You took another sip and then you gave the bottle back to him. He started to drink and for a few moments, you two were sitting there in comfortable silence.

“My mum’s a bitch too.”, Nikki then said and it was the third time today that he surprised you.

You had heard a few things about his past, just like everyone else, but Nikki never really talked about it. You felt honoured that he did it now, even though you knew that he only did it to show you that you weren’t alone.

“What did she do?”, you asked and got a little closer to him. Now you were able to smell his extraordinary Nikki-smell and you realised that that was the other smell in his jacket.

“She never really cared about me.”, he explained, “It was like I was unwanted in her house and a few of her boyfriends were really rude to me, but she didn’t say a word at all. Even when they slapped me.”

You hugged your legs with your arms and buried yourself in Nikki’s jacket. Then you leaned to the side, until your shoulder touched his.

“Some people just aren’t meant to have kids.”, you whispered and Nikki nodded while drinking out of the bottle again.

“Your mum at least gave you a big home and you got to meet your Dad. I lived in a little junkhole and I talked to my Dad over the phone one time and never again.”, he uttered and it sounded kind of rude.

“Big? Yes.”, you tried to defend yourself, “But it wasn’t a home. We moved from big house to big house almost every year. I never had a real home since I was five. And at least your Dad never made you believe in him. My Dad always promised me to be home or to do stuff with me, but he never did. And as he left, he didn’t even say goodbye to me and I never saw him again.”

You weren’t able to look at Nikki while he gave you the Vodka bottle again. “I’m sorry.”, he mumbled, “I didn’t want to be mean.”

“It’s okay.”, you answered, took a sip of Vodka and blinked away the tears in your eyes, so Nikki couldn’t see them.

Your dad had been the reason why you never had trust in any man and still the only expectations were your bandmates.

And now Nikki was so nice to you and you felt your heart warm up a bit when he looked at you. And you didn’t like it at all.

“When I was eight we lived in this big villa and when it was warm outside, I used to sneak out of my room and climb onto the roof, to look out at the city.”, you started to talk again. You felt the urge to tell a story that suddenly had crept into your memories, so the atmosphere wouldn’t be so sad anymore.

“One night, my mum saw me. And she got so mad at me! In the following nights, she locked up my bedroom door.”, you paused and gave the - now almost empty - bottle to Nikki. He grabbed it but his eyes didn’t let go of you.

“But in the fifth or sixth night”, you went on, “I had to go to the toilet. And my door was still locked and I had to pee so fucking bad.” You let out a little laughter. “And I was so angry at my mother and I really didn’t know what to do - so I opened up the window and I peed out of it! Don’t ask me how I did it, but I managed to pee right onto the seats of my mums cabrio that was standing right under my window. When she found out, I was grounded for two whole months!”

Nikki first looked at you in silence but the he burst out in laughter and you joined him. It felt good to laugh after all that had happened before.

“Straight into the cabrio!”, Nikki gasped while laughing. His upper body fell backwards and was lying on his back now.

“You should’ve seen her face on the next day!”, you laughed and lied down too.

You two were laughing for a solid five minutes. It was a way longer time than you would’ve laughed at the story for usual, but at the moment, you both were drunk (he was on drugs too, as always) and you needed a laugh, so you kept laughing until your stomachs started to hurt.

And then you both stopped laughing and just looked up to the sky. Your shoulder was touching his and you hated yourself for the fact that you actually enjoyed his company.

Of course, you two had been together many, many times and you’ve touched each other a lot more than this before, but it had never been like this. You had never felt so save before when he had been around you.

“You still don’t want to get back to your room, right?”, Nikki then asked and you turned your head to the side to look at him.

He was looking down on you and you saw that the, now empty, bottle of Vodka was still in his hand. He threw it away and it made a bright noise, but it didn’t break.

“No.”, you whispered, knowing that he was able to hear you, “I like being up here. I don’t want anyone to see me now and nobody knows that I’m here.”

“Well, I know.”, Nikki said, and you felt his eyes on you while you looked up to the dark sky again, “And I can see you too.”

“You could be with some chick now, getting your dick sucked.”, you mentioned, “Instead, you are lying on the roof, drinking with the completely fucked up singer of your opening act.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I should leave?”, he smiled, “'Cause you know that I won’t do it. You still could fall off of this roof and I am the only one around who could stop you.” You laughed and he slipped a little closer to you.

“Why are you so nice to me?”, you then asked. Now that you were lying on the ground, with his warm jacket on, you felt yourself getting tired. You weren’t able to stop yourself from yawning.

“I’m always nice to you, Y/N.”, Nikki answered and for a second you thought that there was a soft tone in his voice.

“But not like… this.”, you tried to explain, wild gesticulating with your hands to make it a little clearer to him.

Nikki didn’t answer and you already thought that he would just leave it like like that. But then: “I don’t know. Maybe because you seemed to need it. I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“And I also don’t want people to see me like this.”, you mumbled, suddenly having to try really hard to keep your eyes from falling shut.

“Do you still want me to leave?”, the black-haired man next to you then asked and his voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Yes, you wanted to answer, I want you to leave me alone, so I can freak out again. I don’t fucking need you here. But you knew that it would’ve been a lie.

You wanted him to stay and you wanted him to lie next to you until the sun rised again. 'Cause even though you didn’t want to admit it, his presence kept the demons from taking over your mind again.

“At the moment, I kinda like your company.”, you admitted. If you wouldn’t have been so fucked up and tired, you would’ve never said that.

“Yours isn’t that bad too, Hot Stuff.”, Nikki uttered before you were able to take back your words. “Well, it would be better if you would suck my dick, but I think I can cope with this too.”

He laughed and you softly slapped his chest with your left hand. “I’m not gonna give you a blowjob, Sixx!”, you laughed too and left your hand on his chest a little too long before taking it away again.

“We’ll come back to it later.”, he smiled and you laughed again and shook your head.

You both were quiet again and you felt yourself slowly drifting away. You curled up to a ball next to Nikki, your head almost touching his chest.

You didn’t want to fall asleep. Well, mostly you didn’t want to allow yourself to fall asleep next to Nikki Sixx.

But at the same time, you really liked it. You liked the way you felt his warm body next to yours and you liked hearing him breathing quietly.

Just tonight, you thought, finally giving up, I will allow this just tonight and never again.

And before you were able to stop yourself, you slipped a little closer to him and rested your head on his chest. He already had seen you at your worst, there was no need to be proud anymore.

You felt him freeze under you, but you kept your eyes closed and didn’t back away and a few seconds later he started to breathe again and you felt his arm slowly wrapping itself around your waist.

Just tonight, you thought again and then you slowly fell asleep, his smell in your nose and the sounds of New York and of his breathing in your ears.

-

As you woke up, you felt hot sunrays on your body. It must’ve been midday already, maybe even later.

A few moments after, you started to hear the traffic out on the streets and your head started to ache like somebody just had put it in a vise.

You grumbled a little, pressing your eyes together and trying to ignore the pain behind your forehead.

And then you suddenly started to remember what had happened the last night.

Immediately, you felt Nikki’s body underneath yours and his unmistakable Nikki-smell took over all of your senses.

You weren’t able to remember everything that had happened after you had left the stadion where you had done the last show and there were some blank spaces, but you remembered the most important parts and you remembered almost everything you had said to Nikki. And you started to regret all of it.

Just a few people knew about your past and about your demons and you didn’t want Nikki to be one of those people. But now it was to late and if you were able to remember, then he was too.

You opened your eyes and the bright sunlight blinded you, so you had to get used to it for a few minutes. Your eyes still burned, but now you at least were able to keep them open.

You sat up and looked around, wildly blinking and feeling like your head would start to explode in the next second.

Then you looked down on Nikki, whose eyes were still closed. He looked peaceful, but there were big bags under his eyes and his hair was a goddamn mess. Even without a mirror, you knew that you looked horrible too, but you didn’t care that much about it.

Now that you were sitting, you started to miss his warmth and you started to play with the thought of just lying down again until he woke up. Then you shook your head, trying to get your mind clear again. One night of weakness was more than enough.

You wanted to get up to walk away, like you always did after waking up next to somebody, but then you realised that you were still wearing Nikki’s jacket.

You looked around, searching for your shirt and you saw it lying a few meters to your left, so you got up to get it.

Quiet, so Nikki wouldn’t wake up, you walked up to it and grabbed it, trying not to touch the - now dry - vomit that was still all over it. It smelled really bad and as you looked closer, you started to realize that you wouldn’t be able to get it completely clean ever again, so you decided to just leave it there.

You walked back to Nikki again and looked down on him, trying to figure out what to do now.

You decided to keep it as easy as possible, even though the memories in the back of your head tried to stop you.

Slowly, you pulled down the zipper of Nikki’s jacket and took it off. You had to stop yourself from smelling it one last time and you hated yourself for even thinking about that.

You wanted to lay down the jacket next to Nikki as quiet as possible, ignoring the fact that you got really cold because you were just wearing leather pants and a bra.

Maybe you weren’t quiet enough or maybe the universe hated you, 'cause suddenly Nikki started to move. He let out a groan as he opened his eyes and sat up.

You started to freeze and looked at him with your eyes wide opened in shock. It took him a few seconds, but then he saw you and as you looked into his eyes, you saw that he remembered the last night just like you did.

His eyebrows raised a little as he recognised what you were doing and you just starred at him because you didn’t know what to do.

“Hey.”, he greeted you, still looking a little confused.

“Hi.”, you mumbled, not knowing what to say.

Nikki looked down on the jacket next to him and then up to you. His eyes were still a little red. “You want to leave.”, he noticed and his eyebrows clenged together a bit.

He stood up while grabbing his jacket and now he was standing right infront of you. You had to look up to him.

You nodded, not able to talk and Nikki nodded too.

“Can we please just pretend like last night didn’t happen?”, you then finally asked and you saw that he started to tense up.

Then he nodded again, slowly, but in his eyes was something like… understanding.

He opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it again, just looking at you.

“Thank you.”, you said quietly and looked down on your shoes, not able to look into his eyes any longer. You didn’t just mean the fact that he accepted what you wanted, but also that he had stayed with you the whole night, but you didn’t say that.

“No problem.”, Nikki whispered, almost too quiet to hear it. You looked up at him and gave him a shy smile but he just looked at you with a well-trained pokerface.

Then you turned around and walked to the entrace door, while the wind was blowing your messed up hair into your face.

At the door, you saw the sharps that were still there from the bottle that you had trown against it. You turned around and looked at Nikki one last time. He was looking at you too, lips pressed together and eyes narrowed.

“Can you please not tell anybody about this?”, you asked and he must’ve seen the despair in your eyes because he nodded again.

You turned away again, opened the door and walked inside and one second later, it fell shut behind you and you started to walk down the stairs.

In your head, memories of the last night kept playing back and forth. One part of you just wanted to forget what had happened, but another part, the one that had made you cuddle up to Nikki, wanted nothing more than doing it again.

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Find Part 2 here

[joonbird]

Nightcall

Your one night stand with handsome stranger Kim Taehyung doesn’t exactly go according to plan.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut, oneshot

wordcount: 7.1k

inspiration

“Have I told you how good you look in that dress?” 

You smiled a little at his words, craning your head back to smirk at him. 

“No,” You just responded playfully. “You haven’t.” 

He growled a little in your ear, turning you around in one fluid movement so you were facing him. You felt your breath catch as he stared into your eyes, one eyebrow cocked.

“Well in that case…” He leaned closer, keeping his hands on your hips. He used his hands to gently move your hips alongside his, sashaying with you to the deep bass in the music. It was so loud in the club, but everything seemed to fade into silence as he dipped his head forward, his lips brushing your earlobe

“...You look fucking incredible in that dress. But I’ve been imagining what you look like without it all night.” His voice lowered on his last words, your entire body quivered, in that moment, all you could focus on was that you wanted him. He leaned in and kissed you, an intense, quick kiss that had you gasping for more as he pulled away. He had a knowing smirk on his face as he continued to dance with you, an easy, confident grin on his lips.

You surveyed him, shaking your head a little. His name was Taehyung, he didn’t like doing shots, and he was here with some friends. that summed up everything you knew about him. In fact- you had met him about an hour ago. For God’s sake, you didn’t even know his last name, and here you were, your hips keening into his like your life depended on it. 

He was sexy, that was for sure, and he knew it, that was for sure. You had spotted him in the club with a few friends, and had immediately been drawn to him. He was like a model, with big eyes, a chiseled jawline and a piercing stare. He was gorgeous, and he seemed to have girls lingering around him every time you glanced over. He could have his pick of anyone there. Yet, he had walked straight up to you and asked if he could buy you a drink.

You turned around, he immediately curved into your body from behind, his hands running down your arms as you both danced to the beat. His touch was light, it sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps over your skin. He knew exactly how to touch you, exactly how to drive you crazy. His touch would be soft when it required so, and then suddenly switch, fingers gripping your hips, his hips rocking back and forth in time with yours. It was almost too much for you to handle.

He was a good dancer, he didn’t dance with precision but he danced sensually. He slowly swayed his hips into yours with every deep pulse of the beat, chuckling a little. He was so unbelievably sexy you honestly thought you were about to explode just by dancing with him.

Feeling a little more confident, you rocked your hips into his, feeling yourself get lost in the song that was playing. It was late in the evening, that magical pocket of time when everybody around you was loose, inhibitions freed. People in the club were a little drunk, a little flirty, and you were feeding off of the vibe willingly. Plus, you wanted to show Taehyung that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

You could feel his hands grip your hips a little tighter, and then his lips were back on your ear again.

“Do you want to get out of here? Go back to my place?”

You didn’t even have to think about it, you knew your answer. You wanted him so bad already that you knew without a doubt this was what you wanted. He was the best looking guy here, and he was asking you to go back to his place.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You said simply. 

He just grinned at you. “Awesome.”

He turned and weaved his way expertly out of the club, his fingers laced into yours. You both hurried up the steps and out the exit, the brisk air hitting you. It was a cool night, you hadn’t realized it downstairs in the club. Taehyung glanced over at you, he was slightly sweaty, his hair pushed off his forehead, and he was even more handsome out in the street light. 

“The Uber’s one minute away.” He said triumphantly, before grinning at you, stepping closer.

“Y/N, right?” He confirmed, lacing his arms around your lower waist and yanking your body gently to his so you were pressed up together. You could feel his erection on you, your eyes widened a little and you let out a shaky breath.

“Yep,” You just breathed out. “And you’re Taehyung?” You managed to ask.

He just nodded. “That’s me.” He leaned in and kissed you again, another shallow kiss that had you moaning into his mouth with desire. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue roaming your mouth, his hands squeezing the small of your waist. He wanted you, you could almost taste how badly he wanted you in his kiss, and it just turned you on more.

A loud car horn interrupted the two of you, you jumped away, but Taehyung just lazily pulled away, squinting down at his phone. 

“Oh, that’s our Uber.” Nonchalantly, he walked up to it, opening the door for you. “After you, Miss Y/N,” He said playfully, you just smiled, feeling a bit giddy from his kiss and from him in general as you slid into the car.

“Oxford Road?” The driver asked, squinting at the GPS on his map. “It’s pretty far away, are you sure that’s it?”

Taehyung just waved him off as he climbed in the car, sitting right beside you, his thighs pressed up against yours. 

“Yep, that’s it,” he said distractedly, leaning in closer to you to plant long, lingering kisses up your neck.

“Taehyung,” You murmured, giggling despite yourself. “Stop it.”

He just grinned devilishly at you. “I can’t resist…” He murmured against your skin, before pressing a kiss at the base of your throat, it took all your willpower to not whimper out then and there.

“Taehyung,” You hissed, but there was no anger in your voice and it came out as more of a moan. He just chuckled, putting one hand on your thigh. The weight of it had you feeling even giddier than before. 

“Seriously Y/N… I couldn’t stop staring at you tonight.” He was murmuring in your ear now, the weight of his hand on your thigh was all you could pay attention to, and the words he was murmuring in your ear. Everything he was saying was laced in desire and you had to squeeze your thighs together, feeling your core slowly begin to throb.

The Uber driver was just staring ahead at the road, a tired and annoyed look on his face. You wanted to tell Taehyung to stop, and behave himself, but you couldn’t. you were enjoying it too much. Everything he was doing felt so good, and he hadn’t really even done anything yet. You were trembling in anticipation.

“Seriously,” Taehyung continued, lowering his voice until it was barely audible. “That dress on you… all I wanted to do was take it off and take you home. I was just thinking, if I have a chance with her I’m the luckiest guy alive…” He gripped your thigh a little, inching up. You stiffened a little, feeling your core pulse harder. God, you wanted him.

“Talk about yourself,” You muttered out. “Are you a model or something?”

He laughed a little, shrugging before hesitating. “Not really.” You giggled a little.

“Not really?” You questioned. He just shrugged again. 

“I’ve done some modeling work,” He finally admitted, making you nod in satisfaction.

“Thought so.” 

He just interrupted you by inching his hand further up your thigh, his fingertips were brushing up your thigh and were so close to the apex of your thigh and your core that you felt like you were going to melt into the ground. You were throbbing so hard for him that it took all your self-control not to tell him to fuck you right there and then, with someone driving in the front seat.

“You’re the one that looks like a model, I swear to God.” He mumbled, looking down at you hungrily.

You didn’t know whether it was his compliments, or the way he was staring at you, like he wanted to devour you, but you couldn’t control yourself any longer.

You met his lips in a kiss, you tried to kiss him as subtly as possible, leaning your head against the car rest, but he was kissing you fiercely as soon as your lips touched his.

You kissed, not caring about the driver, not caring about anything. All you cared about was how his lips felt on yours, the way his tongue teased yours and his hand inching further and further up your thigh.

You pulled away with a slight groan. “How much longer until we get to your place…?” You asked desperately, Taehyung frowned, suddenly snapping back to reality and glancing around.

“It’s taking a lot longer than it should… Sorry, how far are we?” He leaned forward in his seat and asked the driver, it was dark outside and you could barely make out where you were. There weren’t many street lights in this area.

“2 minutes away, don’t worry.” The driver said back gruffly, you blushed a little. You weren’t the type to hook up with a guy in the back seat of an Uber but there was something about Taehyung that had you feeling breathless, reckless, excited. 

“Alright, cool.” Taehyung replied, before returning his attention back to you. 

“I can’t wait to carry you into my bed…” He whispered in your ear, nibbling your earlobe playfully. You just nodded desperately, you needed him, any longer and you’d be begging him to fuck you in the car.

The car stopped to a halt.

“Here,” The driver said gruffly. You opened the door and hopped out, Taehyung following behind you. As soon as he closed the door behind him, the driver zoomed off.

“He was grumpy,” You giggled, turning to Taehyung. But he was standing there, confusion all over his handsome face.

“…This isn’t my street,” he said slowly, looking around. You blinked, looking around you properly. It was a long road, with a few scattered street signs and lights and residential apartments, but otherwise, not much. It was pretty deserted. In fact, you had no idea where you were.

“What?” You repeated. “Are you joking?”

The look on his face told you he wasn’t joking.

“No, I… I seriously don’t know where we are.” Worry tinged his voice, your eyes widened.

“What?”

“Fuck, it was that driver. God, I knew he hated us, guy was just jealous because he never gets laid I bet… thought he could just drop us off in the middle of nowhere.” Taehyung was angry, muttering as he whipped out his phone. “I swear to God, I am going to write the angriest complaint-” You blinked, looking behind you.

“Hey, Taehyung… did you tell him Oxford Road?” You pointed up to the streetsign nearby.

He stared at it blankly.

“No, Oxford Street. I live on Oxford Street.” He said, but uncertainty crept into his voice. 

“Look at the receipt,” You said calmly, walking towards him. He pulled the receipt up on his phone, frowning at it. You both studied it carefully.

“Ah fuck, I put in the wrong address,” Taehyung groaned. “I’m an idiot. Okay, I’ll just book another-” He froze, staring at his phone as the screen suddenly went to black.

“What was that?” you asked slowly, staring at him.

“Um…” He said, his voice trailing off. “I think… I think my phone died.”

“What?” You were staring at him, your eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yeah… shit. Can we use yours?”

You sighed and nodded, reaching in your clutch for your phone. You frowned. You could feel your wallet, your lipstick, a condom, some gum… but where was your phone?

You scrambled around more frantically, swearing under your breath.

“Shit, I think I left it in the car.” You said, glancing up. Taehyung was staring at you, an expression of disbelief on his face.

“You’re kidding,” he said.

You just shook your head. You stared at each other blankly for a moment.

“What the hell are we going to do?” You asked, shivering. It was cold, and you started to feel irritation seep in. it was 3AM in the morning, you had no idea where the hell you were, and you were stuck out on the street with a guy who you didn’t even know.

“I dunno…” Taehyung mumbled.

“Well, we have to do something, don’t just stand there, we can’t just stay out here all night!” You interrupted harshly. Taehyung just frowned at you.

“I know,” He retorted, annoyance in his voice. “It’s not my fault, don’t have a go at me, alright?”

You raised your eyebrow at him before laughing in disbelief.

“Excuse me? How is it not your fault? You were the one to type in the completely wrong address, no?” You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at him. He just turned around, glaring at you too.

“Firstly, I’m sure it’s a common mistake, secondly, we wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t left your phone behind.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, he had his arms folded too. 

“It isn’t a common mistake actually. Common maybe for idiots, but not for normal people.” You said snippily. 

He just scowled at you. “Are you calling me an idiot?”

You shrugged. “All I’m saying is did you miss learning how to read the difference between the words ‘street’ and ‘road’? You’re a ‘model’ so you just thought they meant the same thing?” You snapped snarkily. You were aware you were being bitchy, but you couldn’t help it. He was really getting on your nerves.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and glaring at you. “I know the difference. It was a mistake. No need to be so rude,” He said back, narrowing his eyes at you. “I was feeling bad for you that you lost your phone, now, I’m starting to think it’s karma.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, raising your voice. “Karma?! Maybe I wouldn’t have lost it if you weren’t too busy trying to feel me up in the back seat!”

“Hey, you weren’t complaining!” He retorted back instantly.

You sighed heavily, turning away from him and rolling your eyes. All the sizzling attraction you’d felt for him had left, you were freezing cold and annoyed, and he was 100% the cause of that. But, you didn’t want to take that out on him. That would get you nowhere and frankly, given the situation, arguing wasn’t helping at all.

“Alright, well let’s just walk down this way, it looks like there’s a motel over there,” You muttered, nodding up to where there were some shops, convenience stores and what looked like a 24 hour motel.

He just nodded sullenly and fell into step with you.

You walked in silence, both refusing to look at each other. You were both practically stomping down the street, riled up.

Finally, you reached the motel. Gingerly, you walked into the foyer, frowning a little. It was seedy, and deserted, and there was no one but an older woman smoking a cigarette at the desk, her eyes glued to the tiny TV in front of her.

“I’ll get the room,” Taehyung muttered to you, you just nodded in response. He walked up to the reception and after a brief conversation, returned with a key.

“Let’s go then,” He said, you sighed and followed him down the dingy hall. This was not how you imagined your night would be going.

You wrinkled your nose delicately as Taehyung switched on the light of the bedroom. It was tiny, for starters, and the floor was so dirty and splotchy you couldn’t tell if the carpet was meant to be brown or white. 

“Gross,” You mumbled, putting your bag down on a table. 

“Don’t be a princess about it, it’s better than out on the street,” Taehyung retorted, you glared at him. 

“I’m not being fussy, I’m just saying, it’s gross.”

He just shrugged flatly in response.

“Anyway, if you had charged your phone…” You sniped. 

“If you hadn’t lost your phone,” He replied, equally snippy. You glared at him, he glared back. 

“Your fault,” He just said sullenly. 

“Yours,” You returned.

You were suddenly struck by how you must’ve looked, hands on hips, glaring at each other. You didn’t even know how the argument had begun, but you were bickering like an old married couple, at a strange seedy motel, in the middle of nowhere. With a guy you barely knew, a one night stand. The bizarreness of the entire situation suddenly hit you, and you stared at Taehyung. His lips quivered upwards and you could tell he was thinking about it too.

And just like that, you both burst out laughing. It was the kind of ridiculous, bizarre situation that had you both almost bent over with laughter. He was almost crying, you noticed that his lips were like a square when he laughed, and that he laughed with his entire body, shaking in laughter. It was endearing, and it just made you laugh harder. 

Eventually your laughter faded off, leaving the two of you just staring at each other, smiling.

“Okay. It’s not really your fault,” You admitted. He was just staring at you, a little smile tugging at his lips. 

“It’s not yours either,” He replied.

He was still staring at you. You were lost in his eyes for a moment, suddenly remembering how heated it had gotten between the two of you earlier. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, as he strode forward confidently. And just like that, his hand sweeping the side of your face, cupping your cheek urgently, he kissed you.

He pressed you against the wall, his body firm against yours. You gasped aloud at the sudden contact, moaning into his mouth. He was pinning you against the wall, his mouth hot on yours, his hands roaming your waist hungrily. Your body responded to him immediately, you were kissing him back just as desperately, his tongue exploring yours with the same urgency as before.

He broke away from his kiss to trail wet kisses and nips down your neck, making you groan out loudly in desire. He just growled against your skin at your sounds, pushing the hem of your dress up and in one smooth movement, pulling the dress off of you.

“God you’re so hot,” He mumbled, you just responded by snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him back to you for a kiss.

He hoisted you up so you were straddling him, your legs wrapped around his waist. He still had you against the wall, you could feel his erection hard against your core, he was grinding into you with so much urgency that you couldn’t think straight. He was staring at you in between kisses, his eyes piercing and intense, flooded with desire. It just turned you on more.

You reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt, he reached behind you and unclipped your bra. It fell to the floor, exposing your breasts. He just moaned a little in approval as he stared at you. You finally undid the last button, shrugging the shirt off of his shoulders. You took a moment to gaze at him, he was lean, his skin like honey in the light of the motel room. His arms were strong as they held your body to his, his abdomen was lean but taut, his skin warm.

“God, look at you,” You murmured, dragging your gaze up to your eyes. his eyes were dark with lust, he was biting his lip and you were struck again by how striking he was, his hair pushed off his forehead, an intense look in his eyes.

He just responded by leaning down and pressing hot kisses down your neck and towards your breasts. You tipped your head back and moaned loudly, he slowly started bucking his hips into yours. You could feel his erection straining against his jeans as he teasingly kissed around your hard nipples.

“Tae-Taehyung,” you stammered out, at the sound of your voice saying his name, he latched his lips around one nipple, his tongue teasing you, while the other hand crept up and started pinching and playing with your other nipple.

The feeling was insane, it had your toes curling in desire for him. 

“Taehyung, please, fuck me,” You begged, he just moaned loudly, the vibrations of his mouth against your breasts and the feeling of his hard cock against your core made you beg louder. “Please, please, Taehyung! Please,” 

He let you down onto the floor, breaking away from you to lean down and pull off your underwear, leaving you naked. You immediately unzipped and yanked down his jeans and underwear, his cock sat up straight, you gulped a little as you looked at it. it was bigger than you expected, long and thick, and seeing it finally made you want it even more.

“You want me?” He asked in a low, throaty voice. 

You just nodded, swallowing. 

“How badly?” He asked huskily, leaning close to you and slipping a finger into you. He had one hand gripping your hip as he slide his finger inside of you. You gasped at the sudden feeling, he was still staring at you, his eyes wide as they searched your face hungrily. 

“How badly do you want my cock?”

“So badly,” you panted out. He just smirked and nodded. 

“You’re so wet,” He observed, leaning in to growl into your ear as he slipped another finger in you, making you whimper. “And so tight, God.” He pulled his fingers out, smirking and staring at you as he put his fingers into his mouth, tasting your wetness and making you tremble hard in desire. 

You wanted him so badly it was all you could think, every breath was shuddering, shaky, desperate. You were tired of waiting and you decided to take matters into your own hands. Suddenly inspired, you reached out and grabbed an old chair that was sitting by the little table in the room. 

“Sit down,” you commanded, he just glanced down at the chair and then you, a delighted smirk settling over his handsome features.

He willingly sank into the chair, you followed him with your hands on his chest as hovered above him in straddling position. His cock was standing upright, you reached down and slowly ran your hands along it’s length, stroking him teasingly. You were staring at him, you lowered your voice and gave him your most alluring expression. It was your turn to tease him now.

“I really really want your cock,” You murmured, making him nod in desire. His eyes were staring into yours, his mouth open a little. You knew from this angle, your naked body above his, your pussy inches away from his cock, it was driving him crazy.

“I want to ride your cock,” You continued, leaning in and pressing your lips against his in a ghost of a kiss as your hands kept working his cock. He was so hard, and when you pulled away, you could see his eyes glazing over in desperation.

“Ride me,” He said faintly, his voice hoarse.

“Hm? What was that?” You asked innocently, pulling back a little.

He growled, pulling you back in. “Ride me,” He repeated, a little more forcefully. And with that, you smiled and sank down onto his cock.

You went slowly at first, knowing with his size you’d need to adjust. He was so big, he filled you up almost immediately, but you were so wet that in a matter of moments his entirety was inside of you. You both gasped a little at the feeling, he was moaning, his head back as he bit his lip.

“Fuck, you feel so good, God, you’re so tight and so wet…” He panted, his hands massaging into the small of your back.

You smiled at his words and tipping your head back, slowly started to grind into his cock.

This position, him sitting and you slowly tilting yourself into him, grinding into him, gave you full control. You used the back of the chair and your legs on the ground to properly grind into him, he responded by tilting his hips upward and thrusting as much of himself into you as he could. He was staring up at you, a mixture of admiration, lust and a smirk on his lips, one hand on your hips as you pumped in and out of him, the other on your breasts.

You felt like you were going to explode. His dick was so thick, that it filled you entirely, and at this angle, he was going in so deep it was hitting all the right spots. 

“You look so good riding me like that,” Taehyung murmured hungrily. You quickened the pace, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs as you bounced on top of him filling the room, along with your desperate moans. 

“God yes,” He groaned out, slapping your ass. It wasn’t painful but the sensation just turned you on more, you leaned forehead and gripped his hair, tugging it a little to have his face facing you as you captured his lips in a messy kiss, sliding yourself in and out of him faster.

“I’m…” You panted out, feeling your vision start to blur. “I’m going to…” You could hardly get the words out, you were so close to coming that you could barely speak. All you could think about was Taehyung, you voice was saying his name, your whole body was focused on his incredible cock, his hands all over you.

“Yes,” Taehyung grinned, spanking you again. “Come for me, baby.” You were going faster now, panting out, whispering his name like a mantra.

“Taehyung, Taehyung, oh my God, Taehyung…” And like that, you came all over his cock, collapsing on top of him with a shudder. Your orgasm was strong and quick, it rippled through your body and had you shaking, waves of intensity and pleasure. 

He was immediately kissing the curve of your neck, his hands roaming your breasts and pinching your nipples as you moaned out. He stepped out of the chair, still holding you, your body wrapped around his as he let you down.

“I’m still horny for you,” you breathed out, knowing that you meant it. you were satisfied from your orgasm but you still wanted more, you wanted him to come inside of you, you wanted to feel him inside you again.

“Yeah?” He just asked, excitement creeping into his voice as he leaned back down and kissed your breasts, his fingers slowly reaching down and teasing your clit. 

You just nodded at him, staring at him lustfully. “Don’t stop, I want your dick inside me again.”

He just nodded, lust taking over his features as he turned you around, bending you over the chair. You just gasped at him, he was so strong and so deft in his movements that it just turned you on more.

“How’s this?” he asked, smacking you lightly against the ass again. “I want to fuck you from behind, I want to see your amazing ass as I fuck you nice and deep.”

You just nodded, feeling your throat catch at the thought of it. 

“Please Taehyung,” You begged aloud, and with that, he slid his cock back inside of you.

“You’re still so wet, God, I can fuck you so deep like this,” he groaned out, you just moaned loudly in response. You could feel all of him like this, the intensity of it had you breathless for a moment.

He had his hands on your hip, your own hands clutching the armrest of the chair as he slowly started pumping in and out of you. Your core was still throbbing form your orgasm and having him fuck you again was causing new waves of pleasure to run through you. You were more sensitive than before, and having him fuck you like this, deep and hard, was making you scream out.

“God, you sound so hot,” He just called out loudly, fucking you harder. The sounds of his skin against yours, his heavy thrusts, your desperate moans filled the air. “Yeah, I bet everyone can hear us right now,” He continued, his voice low in desire. He reached down between your legs, massaging your clit with one finger, making you gasp loudly in pleasure at the sudden feeling. “They can hear how good you are baby, how good you sound when you’re being fucked like this, how good I’m fucking you… God you’re hot…” He smacked your ass again, thrusting into you urgently. 

The feeling of his dick pounding into you like this, hitting your spots, his fingers massaging your clit, had your toes curling with pleasure and your vision sparkling. You were close, you knew you were going to orgasm again soon if he continued like this. 

“Taehyung, your dick is making me…” Your voice trailed off, you were close to reaching your climax again.

“You’re going to come again?” His voice rose a little, as you just nodded. “Look at me Y/N,” he said firmly, his voice pleading as you turned to make eye contact with him. He looked so sexy, his hair damp with sweat, biting his lip, staring at you with intensity and desire, that you whimpered out loudly. 

“I’m going to…” He panted out desperately. 

“Come in me,” You moaned out. “I’m protected, please, come in me, come in me now…” He just groaned and thrust into you, with a few messy thrusts he came inside of you. 

The sudden feeling, along with the expressions on his face, made you orgasm as well, your core tightening as slow, aching waves of pleasure and satisfaction rocked throughout your entire body. Your second orgasm was different to your first, the pit of your core squeezing. It was a slow, intense orgasm that made you feel like you were floating. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung had collapsed on top of you, his skin warm on top of yours.

“God,” He murmured into your back, pressing a kiss on your spine as he let out a breathless laugh.

“That was…”

“Incredible,” you finished, breathing heavily.

“Fucking incredible,” He affirmed, before he slowly pulled himself up, groaning a little as he pulled out of you. You gasped a little, feeling him inside of you as you slowly straightened, your legs trembling a little.

He supported you as you swayed a little on your feet, a lazy smile on his face as he leaned in and captured your lips in a long, soft kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were floating.

When you finally pulled away, a blissful smile on your face, he was smiling at you. “Best sex of my life, I came so hard in you just then. Thank you.” He said to you matter of factly. He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose playfully before bending, passing you your underwear and then his shirt. 

“Here,” He said. “Sleep in these.” He pulled on his underwear, walking over to the bed and surveying the sheets carefully.

“Let’s sleep on top of the sheets, I don’t know how clean they are” He said decisively, as you slipped on his shirt and your underwear. You could still feel his cum inside of you, you were still throbbing from your orgasm, your whole body glowing. 

You looked at him now, he was lying on top of the bed, naked except for his underwear. He was so handsome, his hair ruffled and a little sweaty, a glow on his face, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“C’mere,” He said, and you didn’t need any further prompting. You rolled on top of the bed and curled into him.

He sighed happily, you rolled over to face him and he kissed you.

“Still mad we ended up crashing here?” He asked teasingly, you just laughed.

“It’s not so bad actually,” You said lightly, turning on your side so he could spoon you. 

“You look good in my shirt,” He commented, before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “You’re cute.” He yawned.

Your body glowed at his words, he had his arms wrapped around your waist as your eyes fluttered closed, you felt like you were going to float off into a state of pure bliss.

You woke up gingerly, your arms stretching out. Had last night really happened?

It almost felt like a dream, a hazy, amazing dream. The only indication that it really had happened was your sore body and the buzzy afterglow you were still feeling. 

You glanced down beside you, the bed was empty. You were still wearing Taehyung’s cotton shirt, so you hadn’t imagined it… but where was he?

As if on cue, the door to the bathroom opened and he strolled out, smiling when he saw that you were awake. You groaned a little, he looked perfect, a big beam on his face, dressed in just his jeans, looking fresh and glowing.

“Good morning,” he singsonged, sitting beside you and wrapping his arms around you. 

“How are you so peppy in the morning,” You huffed, he just laughed and burrowed his face into your shoulder. You shivered a little. You were still sore and tired from last night but your body still responded to his touch, still wanted him. How was that even possible?

“That’s just me,” He shrugged. “I woke up early and managed to borrow a phone charger from someone. My friend Yoongi is going to come pick us up and he said he’d drop you home, and I called Uber and had a massive yell at them on the phone blah blah blah … basically they were really good about it and… check it out,” He grinned triumphantly and pulled something out of his pocket. 

It was your phone. 

You couldn’t help but melt a little, smiling at him.

“The driver brought it back this morning.” He grinned. “After I threatened to sue him and the entire company, of course. I didn’t know what I was saying but it worked!”

“You’re the best,” You said earnestly, he just grinned.

“I know.”

He leaned in and kissed you, a long, sweet kiss before pulling away. 

“Anyway,” he continued, holding out his charged phone to you. “It’s out of battery but at least you’ve got it. I think Yoongi will be here soon, he’s a cool guy, but oh my God was he annoyed when I called him first thing this morning…” His voice continued on but you zoned out, his phone in your hands.

You glanced up at him. He was still talking about his friend and how grumpy he got early in the morning but you were barely listening, feeling a little sense of sadness settle in your chest. Taehyung, as sexy and charming and incredible as he was, was just a one night stand at the end of the day. You didn’t even have each other’s phone numbers. 

“Sounds good,” You replied faintly, ignoring him as you pulled off his shirt, passing it to him to get changed into. You headed to the bathroom, washing up quickly and then changing into your dress. You sighed a little. You wondered whether it was worth asking him if you could see him again, but he was so happy, and it had been such an incredible night that the two of you had shared… that maybe it was better off left as that, an incredible once off.

You walked out of the bathroom, he was taking a photo of the room, he paused when he saw you. 

“Lookin’ good,” He whistled, you just rolled your eyes at him. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever, in yesterday’s clothes,” You laughed, he just shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Yesterday’s clothes, tomorrow’s clothes, you still look good,” He shrugged. Your cheeks flushed a little from his words.

“What are you doing?” You asked, he grinned at you. 

“Taking a photo of how seedy this place is to send to my friends. They wont believe me otherwise! Hey, what’s your number? I’ll text it to you too.” He smiled up at you expectantly, you rattled off your number and he nodded, typing it in.

“Hey Taehyung,” You began, bravely. 

He nodded, looking up at you. “Hm?”

You hesitated, feeling nerves gather in your stomach. 

“Um…” You froze. “...What’s your last name? Out of curiosity,” You added, cringing a little. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him. 

You had been part of several one night stands in your life and had been on the receiving end of guys who thought that a one night stand meant you were dating. You had always hated that, wanting something truly no strings attached from your one night stands. So you weren’t going to be like that to Taehyung.

“Oh,” Taehyung replied, surprised. “Kim Taehyung. You?” 

You told him, he just grinned, nodding. “Cool.”

You hesitated, when suddenly his phone beeped. He glanced down at it, smiling at you apologetically. “My friend Yoongi’s here,” He said, nodding to the door. “Ready to go?”

You just smiled back at him. “Yeah,” You said slowly, even though a part of you wished that you, strange as it was, had more time to spend here. Just you and him and a seedy motel room, nothing else mattering but your bodies, his voice, his touch. You smiled at him anyway and nodded.

“Let’s go.”

The entire car ride home with Yoongi had been fine if not a little awkward. Yoongi had rolled his eyes so hard at Taehyung when he had told his friend what had happened, commenting dryly that it was ‘so Tae to put in the wrong address’. 

Yoongi had been nice enough to you, but he was a pretty mono-syllabic guy as it was. Taehyung had been chattering away about his morning and how he’d managed to find a phone charger while you sat in the front seat, giving Yoongi directions to your house.

When you finally pulled up in front of your house, Taehyung had walked you to the door, giving you a kiss before smiling at you, his eyes crinkling. 

“I had fun,” He said simply, hesitating a little. You could see a question forming on his lips but you felt the words rushing out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Me too, anyway, I’ll uh... bye. Have a nice, um, day, and a nice life, I guess.” The minute they were out you were cringing, he blinked a little but then recovered by smiling, his signature sunny grin.

“You too, Y/N.” And with that, he walked away and was gone.

You were home now, hopping out of the shower, feeling that horrible cringe when you’ve said something you wish you could take back. Why hadn’t you just said, can I see you again? Instead, you had basically told him Goodbye, I don’t want to see you ever again. 

“God I’m an idiot,” You mumbled aloud. All you knew about him was his surname and what he looked like mid-orgasm. That was great information but it wasn’t exactly useful.

You sighed, wrapping the towel around you as you walked over to your phone, where it was charging. It had been so sweet of him to call Uber and insist that he bring your phone back. You frowned a little as your phone lit up, coming back to life. That was why you wanted to see him again really, not just because he was handsome as hell and fantastic in bed, but because… you had actually had fun with him last night. 

It had been fun with him, even when you were bickering. And he was clearly a sweet guy, caring and a bit zany. You barely knew him, you hadn’t so much as had a real conversation, yet you had this tugging feeling that he was a good, fun guy. You had this strange feeling that he was something special.

You looked down at your phone, flicking through your messages until you saw one from an unknown number. It was just a picture of your motel room, you smiled slightly to yourself, it was the photo Taehyung had said he’d send to you.

You stared at it, it was definitely a night you’d never forget.

Your phone buzzed, a new message popped up on your screen from the same number. Taehyung.

Taehyung [11:25AM]: That was one hell of a first date

You smiled at the message. You could imagine him saying it in real life, his eyes wide, a little smirk on his lips.

You replied instantly, your fingers flying, your heart beating faster.

You [11:26AM]: Don’t lie. You put in the wrong address on purpose, didn’t you?

Taehyung [11:27AM]: damn, my secret’s out

You smiled at his response.

Taehyung [11:27AM]: I promise the next date will be better

Your smile grew at his words.

You [11:28AM]: I don’t know if anything can top that to be honest

Taehyung [11:28AM]: Just try me

Taehyung [11:28AM]: Tomorrow night?

You just grinned, squeezing your eyes shut, your heart fluttering. You hadn’t felt this way about a guy in a long time. You would’ve kicked yourself normally for acting like this, giddy and excited over a simple text message from a guy you knew nothing about. From a text from a one night stand guy. But you didn’t care. You had a major crush on Kim Taehyung, as silly as it sounded, and his message was melting you. He was melting you.

You [11:31AM]: Sounds perfect.

You sent off the message, smiling and shaking your head. 

The last day had been a blur, a dizzy kaleidoscope of emotions and events. A little over 24 hours ago you had been here, in your room, getting ready for a night out and not expecting much. Now, you were here, 24 hours later, feeling your heart race because of someone you had never expected to meet.

It was crazy how much things could change in just a day.

You didn’t know why things had happened the way they did, what forces brought you together at the club, caused that turn of events that let to the incredible night you had spent together. 

You didn’t know, you didn’t question it.

Best one night stand ever.

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Long Legs.... & Holy Weekes - BU

Paring; Brendon Urie x Reader

Words;3148

Warnings; None

Summary; Dallon sends Brendon to get his little sister from the airport, seeing a gorgeous girl with long legs only to find out is Dallons sister and they hit it off really well.

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Brendon pov

I'm awaken by Dallon shaking me and freaking out dude it's our day off why the hell is he waking me up right now, I shove him away but that just pisses him off

"Urie wake up I need a favor man" he shouts "I have to go run some errands with Kenny and Dan I need some new strings and so does Kenny"

"Okay and that has anything to do with me how?" I yawn

"Remember how my sister is coming ?" He mutters, I sit up looking at him "well I need you to get her from the airport she's landing in five so you gotta go like now"

"God dammit dallon!" I shout, angrily getting out of my bunk and changing into some jeans and a tshirt and quickly running a hand through my hair and throwing my glasses on "you know I'm still going to be late"

"Yeah well at least it won't be an hour later now leave!" He yells, I grab our rental car keys and head towards the airport only being an extra three minutes late of what I shouldve been.

I head in and look around for his sister, not having any idea of what she fucking looks like, I stop and looking around, seening a girl with beautiful tan long legs, short hair to her shoulders, dressing in shorts and a black tee, she turns around and I smile at her and wave, she's got gorgeous (Y/ec) eyes and full lips she's stunning

"Brendon!" She announces happily making her way to me, how does she know me??? "I'm y/n weeekes dallons little sister he told me he couldn't make it"

"Oh uh yeah" I cough "sorry I was late he told me last minute to leave"

"No worries! What does that shit have to do that's so important anyways?" She giggles, wow even her giggle is adorable. Stop it Urie this is your best friends sister. "Brendon? Brendon are you okay?"

"Yeah sorry I'm exhausted, and he had to get some strings and restring his bass and Kenny needed to do the same" I shake me head "let's go"

I grab her bags and head out to the car her following closly behind, and I got a good look at her shirt, fall out boy. I open herdoor then put her bags in the trunk and soon were back to the bus.

When we reach she goes for bags but I stop her, dallon would kill me if I didn't help, we go in and she's startled letting out a little Yelp

"Jesus dallon James you scared me!" She yells hitting dallon "you know I scare easily asshat. " We all laugh

"Lucky day we get a hotel for the next two nights!" Dan yells "oh. Baby weekes is here I'm Dan "

"Hello Dan, I'm y/n, this here fuckers little sister" she giggles and nudges dallon, now that I get a closer look they kinda look alike. "so boys what's on the agenda what's planned to entertain me ?"

"Cut the act lady, you're not a princess here you're one of now" dallon laughs, throwing something at her, she yelps out an owe "aweee poor little baby"

"Taking it you missed your baby sister?" I laugh

"Nah bro she's a pest" dallon smirks

-- Your pov

My day started off by dallon saying he couldny get me from the airport, informing me someone else was, turned out it was Brendon, he's even more gorgeous in person stop drooling it's your brothers friend.

We got back to the bus, and dallon is instantly picking on me, at some point Brendon laughs at dallon saying he missed me Dallon of course saying no, but another note. Brendons laugh is absolutely adorable, I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating when I heard it

"Why don't we all freshen up, and we can go eat and sight seeing for a bit?" Dan suggests

"Oh please I would love that!" I squeal "and I'm starving. Might have gotten a little bakes before my flight "

"Really y/n" dallon scowls "you were supposed to stop"

"I'm sorry I was freaking you know it helps my nerves Dall" I sigh, Brendon gives me a sympathetic smile, and Dall hugs me

"Go get ready" Dall says, and I do, I put my hair in low pig tails, wearing skinny jeans and a jersey that says my last name on it, wearing some Nikes to top it off, I exit the bus bathroom and go back to the guys "hey you got your jersey!"

"I couldn't leave home with out!" I laugh, with that we all exit the bus getting in the rental car, Dan and Kenny upfront while Dall, B and I are in the back "im glad I got to come, mom and dad kept changing their minds"

"You'll have a blast" B speaks up "not only dallon will be watching out for you but we all will" dallon. Nods in agreement, and I have a feeling b and I will be great friends.

×time skip ×

After we did some sight seeing and ate alot and we even stopped for over cream and pretzels, it was time to head back to the bus so we could get to the hotel, the venue they're at will be there for the next couple nights. This being an off day, they wanted to go out again, tomorrow rehearsals, the next day concert and meet and greats.

Dallon wanted me to go out with them, but after that flight and walking so much today I'd rather hide away in the room and read or do something relaxing maybe explore the hotel

I grab my wallet and head out the door just as dallon comes out of the door, he stops me

"Where yah headed?" He asks

"Gonna check out hotel" I smile "have fun don't drink too much"

"Dont buy to much" he laughs, as I walk out I see the guys walking this way I wave

"He's almost done"I smile and walk off to the elevators, pressing the lobby button.

After walking around a bit, knowing there is a Starbucks close I make sure I have my room key before leaving the hotel, and heading to Starbucks

Once I get my drink, I head back to the room, unlocking the door, i grab my book out of my back and curl up on my bed, of course I chose the bed by the window.

×another time skip cause I can×

It's almost one am, worried about my brother I just lay awake in bed then I hear a bunch of laughing and other noises. Assuming it's the guys I just close my eyes

"Shhhh y/n is gonna be asleep" Dall whispers

"DOG PILE" Dan yells

"Dan shut up!" Dallon half yells at him "you wake my sister up your dealing with her she ain't nice when she gets woken up"

"You would know, I'll be surprised if you can have kids " I smart off turning the lights on "I see you guys had some fun "

"If I can't have kids from how many times you've hit me in the balls from waking you up I'm killing you" dallon groans

"Don't wake me up" I sass, the other three just look at me, "are you okay back there? You look almost as if you've seen a damn ghost"

"Or Satan..." Dall spits out, we all laugh, yeah I have a temper when you wake me up but I was already awake

"Who's Frank Sinatra book is that" Brendon asks pointing out the book on the night stand

"Oh mine, I never go anywhere with out that book" I smile "one of my favorite people" I grab the book and smile "I've read it about five times'

Dan,and kenny just look at Brendon with their mouths open and dallon rolls his eyes, Brendon smiles at me then moves his arm so I can see his Frank Sinatra tattoo

"Holy shit that's awesome! Look at that detail!" I squeal

"You're now her Best friend Urie " Dan laughs "you two are never going to shut up now"

"Can you blame us? Frank is an absolute amazing man" Brendon speaks up I nod in agreement "what's your favorite song of his?"

"That's so hard, but my three tops faves are My way, witchcraft and the way you look tonight" I smile wide "you cant have just one favorite of his"

"That's a very good point" he chuckles "everything of his is good, I've always wanted to see his movies"

"Me too, and luckily for me I found one on Amazon and I got it before I left!"

" for the love of God it's one am you two can go on about frank Sinatra tomorrow or even the next day!" Dall groans the other two nod

After they leave dallon Changes while I lay down finally able to fall asleep "night y/n I love you I'm glad you could some see me"

"I wouldn't wanna visit anyone else than my brother dallon I love you too" with that We both fell asleep.

××××× I wake up and hear two voices talking quietly in the room, I move so I can see who it is but make sure they can't see I'm awake, dallon and Brendon I close my eyes and listen to them talk

"Brendon you're my buddy, and I appreciate you get along with my sister already but cool it man" dallon snaps "she's my sister you can be friends all you want"

"d chill it's not like that fuck" Brendon Cruses

"Get whatever idea you have outta your goddamn head Urie" "cause I swear to God if anything happens I'll beat your ass. That is my baby sister and I don't want her hurt"

"Dallon I'm not going to do anything or hurt her!" b half shouts "it's nothing like that dude, it means nothing. "

Brendons words hurt me, my breathing suddenly shallow, yesterday he was so nice now he doesn't care...? Men are weird, I finally decide to sit up and stretch like I just woke up making sure I looked sleepy and messy

"Dall? Dallon are you In here?" Acting like I don't know he's here I don't wait for an answer "well damn my own brother can't even wait for me to wake up to eat breakfast"

"Y/n I'm here" he chuckles "I'm talking to Brendon"

"Oh good morning why are you here?" I ask kinda harshly

"Came to see if you two wanted to go eat with us others" he responds seeming kinda hurt by my tone "were going to ihop then gonna fuck around before rehearsal"

"Dallon can, im not that hungry" I say, obviously a lie I'm starving but I'll eat here at the hotel "you boys better get moving you have a lot to do today"

"Y/n cut the act you're going to eat with us and coming with" dallon argues "I flew you owe here to spend time with you now get your little ass dressed right now young lady"

Groaning I get up and grab my bag hastily, going into the bathroom, I grab a tank top and my red flannel pulling on some jeans brushing my hair and teeth and applying some mascara, I go back to them and grab my phone and book and of course ear phones preparing to entertain myself during rehearsals.

We leave and meet Kenny and Dan at the loby.

"Good morning little weekes how did you sleep?" Dan asks "hopefully better than Kenny and I"

"Once I finally went pretty good" I giggle "now why did you two not sleep? Did Mr Urie keep you up?" They laugh knowing I was being sarcastic

"Actually yeah he kept snoring" Kenny laughs "not to mention he kept moaning in his sleep"

"Dude wet dreams about someone again?" Dallon laughs, wow like I wanted to hear that gross.

"At least he wasn't jacking off" I blurt out dallon looks at me with pleading eyes not to tell the story "oh thats right dallon I still remember that"

They look at us wanting to hear what I'm about to say dallon goes to cover my mouth thankfully Dan and Kenny stop him

"So more than once, this has happened and I have nightmares because of it. It's not something a little sister should've seen!" I laugh "anyways. One time family vacation came around mom and dad wanted their own room and gross, well I woke up to moaning and found dallon jakcing off"

"Why would you do that with your sister in the room dude?" Dan laughs "I feel so bad for you y/n "

"I couldn't help it" dallon shouts

After we stopped laughing at that we finally went to ihop, then straight to the venue, I instantly went my own way from the boys, finding myself in the stands I sit down pulling my phone out turning on music

Song after song, being lost in reading my thoughts are snap when 'Death of a bachelor" comes on my playlist, I know it was Brendon and it's one of my favorite songs, I continue to read while singing along to the song my voice echoing in the arena

"The death of a bachelor oh oh Letting the water fall The death of a bachelor" I sing not caring at the moment if anyome heard, I hear something making me snap my head towards the stage seeing the boys watching me, all amazed even dallon, quickly I grab my book and run off suddenly embarrassed they heard Me Brendon heard me singing his song shoot me now

I lock myself in the women's bathroom and pace, deciding to text breezy my brother's girlfriend and soon to be mother of his child

To Bweezy: breezy can I talk to you I'm so embarrassed ,😶

From Bweezy: sure what's up!

To Bweezy: so I wondered off at the venue during rehearsals to read my book and doab came on and The guys caught me sining it... I'm embarrassed they caught me singing their song!

I pace back in forth in the bathroom, wetting my face with cold water I needed to calm the hell down

From Bweezy: what did you do?! Dallon shouldn't be surprised he knows you can sing!

To Bweezy: I ran to the bathroom and locked mself in.. I probably wouldn't have done that if I didn't kinda feel attracted to Brendon... Oh breezy what do I do

From Bweezy: awh little y/n likes B! Wait does Dall know?

I sigh sliding down the bathroom wall bringing my knees to my chest

To Bweezy: no. But I woke up to them talking Dall threatened him and B said it doesn't mean anything bro.. because we hit it off really well and yeah...

I hear a knock at the bathroom door making me jump and squeal

"Just a minute!" I shout, I fix myself grabbing my book and opening the door instantly running into someone I look up and see dallon " oh hi..."

"Why were you locked in there?" He asks "I've been looking for you then one of the stage crew said they saw you come in here"

"I uh I was uh embarrassed..." I mutter, Dall laughs and pulls me into a hug "why are you hugging me Dallon James?"

" There's no reason to be embarrassed, I was amazed you can get that High, hell we all were Brendon was shocked you actually could sing it that well"

I just shrug, wanting to walk away but he follows me, I wanna just tell him to stop talking but I'm not going too, we reach the guys and they all smile, I don't do anything but just wave at them

"Hey y/n that was really good" Kenny speaks up "it's crazy to know someone can hit that high note"

Dall motions for him to shut up, cause I'm still embarrassed and I get anxious when people talk about my singing. Unless it's dallon cause I'm used to him hearing me. Only wanting to hide away in the hotel room.

×time skip×

After rehearsals are done, we go back to the hotel, all going back to mine and dallons room I wanting to go swim, I put on my swim suit

"Dall I'm going for a swim I'll see you in a bit" I announce, as I walk out Brendon is coming back from his room changed into basket ball shorts and a different shirt I try to hurry and walk away but he catches up

"Y/n can we talk?" I just nod "I just wanted to say you're really good at singing, and we wanted to let you sing at the next venue since is last minute today. The guys will be playing for you"

"Just stop right there Mr urie, I have stage fright I can't do that, my anxiety wouldn't let that work out" I cut him off " it's your show to do it. Now excuse me I'm going for a swim."

It was a little harsh I know but I just wanted to go swimming.

After swimming I made my way back to the room, as I'm unlocking the door my phone rings

"Unknown" I answer anyways

"Hello.is this miss y/n Weekes?" The voice asks

"Uh yes this is she" the guys give me weird looks "may I ask who this is?"

"Well yes you may, this us UCLA" they announce, "we wanted to hear the response to what we have to tell you miss weekes"

"Please go on ma'am"

" It's a letter but we thought a call would be better" they pause I put it on speaker while changing In the bathroom "Dear Ms Y/n Weekes, we are glad to have received your application for UCLA you have made a great impression with the principals and professors here, and we would love to Inform you we are glad to accept the application and to announce you are now a student of UCLA"

"No way!" I squel "thank you so much ma'am this means so much I'm so happy!"

"Great! School starts in the next two months see you then Ms Weekes!" I hang up and run out of the bathroom the first person I see I hug not caring.... Well it's Brendon

"I MADE IT INTO UCLA GUYS!!" I scream "DALLON I MADE IT INTO UCLA" I run to him and hug him and start crying

"THATS AWESOMS!!" He shouts "we've gotta celebrate!"

We ended the day with a nice dinner celebration for me being accepted into UCLA, it was a nice fancy restaurant, them all taking turns on spoiling me at the mall too, I couldn't be happier right now.

[stunudo]

Times Up: A Criminal Minds Fan Fiction

Requested by: @emilyfuckingprentiss

Inspiration: Halsey’s Now or Never

Featuring: Emily Prentiss x Reader  Setting: Season 5  Rating: Teen

A/N: This is my first requested piece, I am so honored to be asked. This is an awesome idea. I hope I did the request justice. I don’t own the images, characters or lyrics xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

I'm turnin' off the light right now I'm callin' it a night now Wishin' you were 'round with me But you're in a different town than me

You held the phone to your ear, counting the unanswered rings. One, you turn towards the fridge. Two, you turn towards the island. Three, you give up and lean against the island in frustration. A familiar, yet robotic voice answers, “This is Agent Prentiss with the BAU, please leave a message.” You exhale and hang up, you were not leaving her another message. If she cared, she would have answered the damn phone. You knew you were getting nervous and edgy, but it was hard to turn off those feelings.

Tossing your cell on the side table, you sit down on your couch with the wine you had forgotten about. You lose yourself in the censored for television version of a random eighties teen movie. After another glass of wine, you make your way to the bedroom. Alone, you slip into the lonely bed to pass out in your shared apartment.

You woke to the sound of metal working the lock. You sit straight up, reaching into the nightstand for your gun. The alarm clock a blatant red glow of 3:42am. On high alert, you quietly get out of bed and hide behind your door. Suddenly the lock released, whoever was on the other side of the main door now had full access to your home. Your mind racing with possibilities, old collars, current suspects, hired hits, or maybe just a random burglar.

Your training was not going to let this punk get away with it. You slip into the hall, flush with the blindside of the wall. You check all access points before slipping behind the island in the kitchen, crouched with your gun in hand. The intruder’s heavy footfalls echoing in the unlit space. You dove for their knees, scrambling for control. You sat upon the assailant with your gun pointed in their face. “Freeze!”

You were greeted with a matching Glock in your face. Your eyes adjusted to the dimness surrounding you. Laying below you was your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss, whose chest was heaving in anticipation. “What the hell, Y/L/N!” She fumed up at you, instinctively using your last name as you had caught her off guard.

You disengaged your weapon, sliding to one side to release her from your thighs. “Christ, Em, I didn’t know you would be home tonight.” You panted, catching your breath. 

She slowly got to her feet and holstered her gun. She grabbed your hand to help you up, intertwining her fingers with yours as you stand. “Surprise?” She smiled simply, nuzzling your jawline with her nose. You slid your gun in the waistband of your pajama bottoms, freeing your arms to grab her in a bear hug, jostling her strong, yet slender frame. “Uh, I am so glad to see you!” You plant a dramatic kiss on her cheek. “Please tell me Hotch gave you the day off?”

Her laugh pierced the quiet night, “Yes, Boss, I got the day off after working seven straight. Don’t worry, phone is off and staying off until Wednesday.” She slips her hands around your back, enveloping your ass in her overlapping palms. Your relief soothes your anxious body, you hide your face in her neck, letting her scent wash over you. Her dark hair brushing against your cheek. The agitation from earlier quickly became a distant memory; now that your love was home.

I don't wanna fight right now Know you always right, Now I know I need you 'round with me But nobody waitin' 'round with me Been through the ups Yeah, the ups and the downs with me

The shadows cast by the setting sun, stretched across the parking lot. You pulled into your assigned spot, letting the car idle as the bass from the house music stomped onward. You bobbed your head to the music, excited for a quiet night at home. You had run your team hard in their field training exercises that day, your body still pumping from the last of the adrenaline. The song ended so you killed the ignition. You grab your gym bag and your keys, beeping the car locked.

Emily was already inside when you opened the door. She was chopping onions and garlic on the carving block, violently. She glanced up as you set your keys in the dish by the door, her eyes boring into you.

“Babe?” You call out to her, “What’s the matter?”

Emily’s dark eyes look to the ceiling, she takes a few breaths before answering. “Four.” Emily spat at you. “Four fucking messages from the other night, Y/L/N.”

“I didn’t know you were already heading home, Emily.” You defended coolly.

“I get that,” She returned to her food preparations. “Then you leave two messages, at most, Y/N. It’s like your my kid, do I need to teach you phone etiquette?” She mumbled the last line under her breath.

“Hey!” You snap back at her, “I get that you had a crappy day, but don’t get mad at me because you need someone to channel your anger at, Emily. I felt extremely ignored with that last case, so I was trying to get your attention.” You sit down across from her in the stool at the island. “Christ, maybe I am your fucking kid, but that makes you self-involved, Ambassador Prentiss!”

Emily dropped her knife against the granite counter top. She kept her eyes down, placing her palms around the cutting board. You watched her, waiting for the assault. She laughed mirthlessly at the kitchen tiles. She finally stood, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t have the luxury of being home every night, Y/N.” Emily volleyed calmly. “Both of us are FBI agents, that is what makes this,” She gestured between you both, “work. You’re supposed to get the job!”

You nodded, letting the anger smother inside you. “Funny that, I thought we worked because we care about each other, Emily.” You spiked your heart at her feet, dejectedly. You get up and walk to the back office, closing the door gently behind you.

It has been an hour after cooling off by distracting yourself with some Heroes of the Storm. You decided it was time to make peace with Crabby Emily. Once you opened the door, the smells of her decadent meal called to you. There on the floor a simple tray contained stuffed shells, sausage and a relish like side. Your butt-hurtness melted away and you grabbed the peace offering off the bare floorboards.

She was still eating at the island, she remained quiet as you got situated on the stool. “This smells amazing, thank you.” You smile gently, sliding your hand across the divide. She self consciously rolls her eyes at your compliment and sets down her wine glass. She takes your hand, her fingers are cool. She gently plays with your fingers while you use your fork to cut into your meal.

“Y/N, you know I don’t think you are a child, right?” Emily brokered peace. You nod, your mouth full. She smiles with no teeth, “And you know I am sorry for biting your head off when you walked in the door.” Your mouth was no longer full, but you still nod, watching her dark eyes intently. “It’s Hotch, he hasn’t been the same since Haley, you know that. Plus Reid is being kind of a baby, even without the crutches. But that doesn’t matter now, I will deal with the boys tomorrow. So, how was your day?” She changes the subject and stands to clear her place.

“Good, had everyone run evasion and the house assault today. Miller is still nursing his right knee though, should flag him for some physical therapy. Gomez is really stepping it up, kind of proud of her.” You have a great job running new and recuperating agents through tactical and physical training. Each month or two, you get a new group. Unlike Emily, who works on a team of elite profilers that travels the country consulting on and solving cases. She worked extremely hard to get on the BAU, a team that only has an opening every few years.

“Hey, babe?” You ask softly as she loads the dishwasher. “I’m sorry I played the low blow card before. I know you’re not you’re mother, all right?” You wait for a response. She turns and nods, mirroring your stoic responses. You slip out of the chair and slide your arms around her from behind. As you nuzzle her neck, you squeeze her against you. Emily, fits just so in your arms, the two of you compliment each other. She drops her head onto your shoulder and lets you rock her gently. This is the good stuff.

The next morning you drive Emily to headquarters, it was your paperwork day and she hadn’t been called out on a case, yet. She laughs at you as you dance yourself awake with earsplitting music. She usually drives alone and enjoys the quiet before she gets her second cup of coffee down. You glide into her usual spot and jump out of the car, opening her door for her. You try to be chivalrous with your girl, you knew she deserved every gesture.

Emily grabs her things out of the trunk, while you sneak a pinch of her ass. She huffs at you, nonchalantly thwacking you with her bulky bags.

“Good morning, agents!” Derek Morgan had pulled into a spot three spaces down. His ivory teeth flashing his signature grin.

“Hey-o, Derek!” You call, holding up your hand in a short wave. Derek was a good friend to both you and Emily, considering he had introduced you to her after she started with the BAU. Derek was always willing to help with your team’s exercises or help filter recruits.

“Now what brings not one, but both of these beautiful ladies into headquarters?” Derek charmed, throwing his arms around both of your shoulders.

“The worst thing ever.” You tease dramatically.

“Reid in a Speedo?” Derek teased. You cannot hold back your guffaw.

Emily is shaking her head. “Thanks, Morgan,” she complained, “now I get to start the day with that visual. Which is almost as bad as Y/L/N’s monthly paperwork frenzy.”

“Oooooh, cannot say that I envy you, girl!” Derek shook his head, opening the door to the main floor at FBI headquarters. You let Emily in first, then you follow, grabbing your credentials for the secure entrance.

“Hey, Morgan, before you head up I want to touch base on something.” You call over as you pass through different security lines. He nods over, slightly concerned. You wink at Emily, as she holsters her weapon and turns towards the elevators. She flirtatiously smirks over her shoulder at you, gets you every time. You dramatically grab your heart, like she is breaking it by walking away.

Derek chuckles, “So what you need this time, Y/L/N?”

Two days in a row the BAU was not out on a case, it was your favorite kind of mini-miracle. You had finished up with your mountain of assessments and cataloguing, until next month. You straighten up your neglected desk and text Emily to see if she is ready to call it a day.

‘Working on a consult w/ Reid 30 mins?’ You reply with a simple emoji. You head up to the BAU’s floor anyway, what a perfect time to check in with Hotch.

You slip into the bullpen, unannounced and luckily unnoticed. You knock on the unit chief’s office door. “Come in,” barked a stern Aaron Hotchner. “Y/L/N? What brings you in today?” He rose, and nearly smiled at you. You shook his offered hand firmly and sat opposite him.

“Well, Hotch, I have a favor to ask.” You begin. “I already have Morgan on board, but I really need you to swing it.”

“What is this about?” His dark brows furrowed in speculation. “Is everything alright with Prentiss?”

“Well, yes, sir,” You nod, excessively. You didn’t think you would be this nervous talking to Emily’s boss about this. “You see, I want to surprise her, maybe after your next case?”

“That could be a possibility, but we have no way of knowing times or dates,” Hotch pointed out, “you know that, Y/L/N.”

“I do, sir, definitely,” You nod again, “I just need a couple hours heads up, just a text once you board.”

“I think we can arrange that.” Hotch smirked at your nervous hands. “How long have you been planning to ask her?”

That smug bastard just profiled your surprise proposal out of you. Your face fell in shock. Damn it. Smiling ruefully, “About a month, I actually have my grandmother’s ring, so I didn’t have to save up.”

He smiled at you, eyes slightly glazed, “It took me a year to save up for Haley’s ring. I’m glad you don’t have to waste the time I did.” He stood to shake your hand, “Good luck, Agent.”

You smile nervously, shaking his hand, “Thanks sir, now just act like I am grilling you on your recovery physical therapy?”

Spencer invited you and Emily out for dinner, once they had finished their consult for the Detroit field office. You were itching to get home and slide that pantsuit off of her, but you held it in. So thirty minutes later, the three of you were sitting down to a Hibachi table. Spencer was still maneuvering around on a cane.

“So, when do the real doctors think you’ll be back to normal?” You ask Reid, tapping his cane with the toe of your shoe. He scrunches his mouth in annoyance at you. Looking back to the grill’s attendant he replies, “I have another month of physical therapy, but the limp is getting better.”

“I am really impressed, Spencer,” You admit, “Staying clean through all of this is a huge accomplishment.” He glances at your honest face, debating if he should accept the compliment after you insulted his degrees.

“Thank you, Y/L/N.” Spencer sighed. “Each day is another hurtle, right?”

“That’s right!” You giggle as he remembered one of your little mantras from past training exercises. “Oh, we will get you ready for action soon enough.”

“Can’t wait.” Spencer’s eyes blinked with his sarcasm.

  Now I gotta draw a line Baby, I done, done enough talking Need to know that you're mine Baby, we done, done enough talking Gotta be right now, right now

The meal went down smoothly with a couple of drinks. Spencer had a tea and began regaling you with all the historical skirmishes that had occurred because of the simple drink. Driving Reid home, you purposely crank the music so the doctor doesn’t kill the warm fuzzies from dinner.

You switch to a subtler playlist for the drive home. As you approach the turn off, you make a surprise left. Emily is lost in contemplation, she doesn’t register where you brought her until you stop. The cool night air stirs through the trees in the abandoned park. You reach down and slide your seat back as far as it will go.

Startled, Emily’s head snaps up and takes in the surrounding darkness. “Way to be creepy, Boss.” Her voice slightly amused.

“Taking women in to the woods in winter is my specialty.” You tease, slipping your hand below Emily’s seat, easing her all the way back. Your hand trails up her leg, you begin to hum along with the song. You smirk at Emily, and she pulls you by the coat front. You ungracefully crawl out of your seat and into her lap, kneeling around her thighs. Her red lips trace over your jaw, and you let go.

Angling the seat back, you are as close to laying atop her as you can get in your tiny coupe. Emily laughs at the awkwardness, “Oh man, I haven’t done this since high school.”

“Mmmm,” You sigh, “I wish I was doing this in high school.” And her shirt was un-tucked and unbuttoned in a blur. The make out session in the car was a moment of impromptu delight. You rode and teased each other, but there was no good angle to complete the deed. The heat from your bodies filled the small space, you gasp as you try to return to the driver’s seat, in the process break your cup holder. Emily’s trumpet of laughter would have woken the dead.

“Ha ha, Em”, You mock, embarrassed. “Alright, let’s get out of here. Don’t we have a bed for this anyways?”

I want you to hold me down, down, down, down, down, down Down forever, hey, hey, hey Said you know I wanna keep you around 'Round forever, hey, hey, hey I want you to love me now, now, now, now, now, now

It had been another long case for Emily’s unit. You waited each night for updates, she called every time, exhausted. As much as you hated her gone, it gave you time to plan and plot with the peripheral members of the BAU. Also, Penelope, you wouldn’t have known where to start with out the tech goddess herself.

It was a Thursday, in the middle of the afternoon when Hotch texted you.

‘Boarding now, you’ve got three hours, Y/L/N.’

You checked in with your team, letting them know that a “family thing” had come up. You quickly showered and headed over to headquarters for the finishing touches. Garcia was bouncing when you got there, “Y/L/N, please let me do your hair!”

You side-eyed the red-headed deviant. “Uh, what’s wrong with my hair?” Grinning, you continue, “Don’t you have some tech-magic to work while I change?”

“Oh, phewy, seriously though, can I do your hair for the wedding?” Garcia whined.

“Penelope if you jinx me, so help me, I will make you pass physical training every quarter!” Your drill sergeant voice slipping in at the end. Garcia sighed and flitted away to her real tasks. Time was moving in bursts of speed and slow motion. You triple checked the ring box was in your pocket. One more text from Hotch:

“We landed, show time.”

The ten minutes you waited for Emily Prentiss to enter the BAU office felt like a homage to the years you had waited for her to enter your life. You were an active, yet confused kid. Growing up, no one told you, people like you could have this, the happily-ever-after. You knew Emily had known pain too, that is why you respected her so much. She was kind, despite the neglect and the constant politics of her childhood. She was also strong, emotionally and physically. When Derek introduced the new member of his team that Saturday morning, your heart just coasted away from you. After months of friendship, you admitted your feelings for her at a jazz club after a few too many Tom Collins. She surprised you by kissing you before you finished your confession.

The elevator door rang, opening in the hall. Emily walked off, asking if anyone wanted to grab dinner. But no one was following her, the door had swiftly closed.  She turned back to the office, noticing the lights were out. As she entered the double wide doors, a spotlight narrowed down on her.

“Okay, what is going on here?!” Emily protested to anyone.

Across the room another spot found you on the balcony, in full dress blues. Slowly, the gentle voice of Billie Holiday poured through the speakers. You walk in time with the old record, making your way to your lover. Finally, you get to her, her big brown eyes taking you all in, equal parts amazed and alarmed. You reach up to close her open jaw with your gloved hand.

“What do you say, Em?” You shrug, “Would you marry me?” You rummage in your pocket and unhinge the old box. You kneel before her in anticipation. She gasps.

Yeah, draw the line up Don't take no more time up, yeah Make your mind up I need you to make your mind up, yeah Draw the line up Don't take no more time up, yeah Baby, you gotta decide something Let me know

Now or Never

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