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Down We Go | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: Aaron takes you shopping and you both find yourselves in a predicament when you run into his team and they recognize you as Jack's friend. — part 3 of (one and two)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Younger (Of Age) F!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (r is over 22, Aaron is in his late 40's), fluff, best friend's father trope

"Not to alarm you or anything, honey, but you do realize how this looks to others, right?" You ask, voice tinged with unbridled amusement as you suppress a laugh.

Aaron blinks at you blankly, trying to figure out what you were talking about as the clerk shuffles away to bag up the necklace he was buying for you.

"Aaron, you look like my sugar daddy right now." You explain with a snicker, pinching his side as his eyes widen a bit.

"There's no way people are actually thinking that, right?" He asks almost incredulously as he glances around and curls his arm around your waist.

You shrug and lean into his side, "We're in the right age range for that to be an appropriate assumption." You joke quietly, not bothered by the lingering stares you could feel from other mall patrons.

"When did a man buying his girlfriend jewelry become a crime." He grumbles in false exasperation, thanking the clerk when she comes back and passes the gift bag over the glass display case.

You smile as he carries it for you, taking his hand as he leads you out of the store. "You tell me. You're the one that works with social taboos for a living, Mr. Unit Chief."

"You're going to be the death of me." He murmurs under his breath, a small smile accompanying his complaint.

"You love me." You grin cheekily and bump your hip against his as you both walk. "Now, let's go buy some more ties for you."

"What about that pretzel you wanted earlier?" His asks, already relenting to your sudden suggestion. He lets you drag him toward a multi-story department store at the end of the mall, the glossy floors and milling patrons drawing you both in.

"Forget about the pretzel, honey." You rush out, glancing back at him to see the familiar defeated smile on his face that you've grown accustomed to.

He gives a big sigh and tugs your hand back gently so he's walking closer to you again, pressing you against his side. "Don't think I'm not aware that you just want an excuse to see me wearing more ties."

"Aaron, if you were me, you'd understand this obsession that I harbor." You jokingly lament, looking down at your phone and scrolling past the very appropriately-timed flash of your lockscreen, a selfie (that you begged him to take) of him in his suit while he was on his lunch break.

Just as you both cross into the threshold of the department store, you hear a surprised call of Aaron's name. "Hotch?"

Both you and Aaron spin on your heels to see a small group of people staring at you both. Sifting through your memories, you quickly deduce that it was his BAU team, recognizing them from the various photos he's shown you.

"JJ... Hi." He says politely, nodding to the rest of his teammates who were now gawking at you. "Having a good weekend so far?"

The woman— JJ, nods and smiles faintly, eyes flitting to observe you for a millisecond. "Yes, we all decided to just walk around after grabbing brunch."

"So... gonna introduce us?" A man you recognized as Derek speaks up, sharing a look around the group.

Aaron pauses for a second before squeezing your waist reassuringly and clearing his throat. "Right... guys, this is Y/N. Honey, this is my team." He keeps the introduction short, clearly knowing they'd likely interrogate you anyway.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Y/N..." Derek mutters your name softly after greeting you, trying to get a feel for its familiarity. "Huh, you have the same name as Jack's friend." He says, pausing as the last syllable leaves his lips.

You see JJ and Emily cringe a bit at his cluelessness, clearly having realized who you were a bit before him. "Ah, yes, that's me." You answer sheepishly, smiling and meeting his gaze evenly.

Penelope, who you recognize from her colorful jewelry and joyful disposition, is quick to recover from her shock as she gasps and looks at you. “Oh my gosh, I love your shoes!”

“Oh, thank you!” You’re quick to accept the sudden shift in atmosphere. “I bought them a couple of weeks ago.”

“You’ll have to come shopping with us!” Penelope excitedly says, looking as though she was already planning out the entire trip in her head.

Emily nods warmly,. “Oh please do, I’m dying for a new dress. Even if we barely have the time to go out these days.” She jokes and rolls her eyes playfully.

“I would love to. Though I think Aaron will be the first to tell you that the last thing I need to do is more shopping.” You jest back, feeling Aaron’s hand rubbing your back slowly.

“Whatever makes you happy.” Aaron speaks up to defend himself, amusement decorating his tone as he tries to hide his little smile.

“So it’s settled then.” JJ chuckles, motioning for the group to start walking as to not create foot traffic.

Penelope flashes you a bright grin, starting to walk. "No wonder you declined for brunch, sir. But worry not, all is forgiven!"

You direct your attention back to Aaron and you frown a bit, feeling guilty for causing him to miss a team bonding day. "I thought you said you had no plans today, honey."

Aaron shakes his head gently and swiftly wraps his arm around your waist again. "I wanted to spend the day with you."

You eye him a bit with faux uncertainty before catching Derek's gaze.

“So… I have to ask. How did this happen?” Derek says, motioning between the both of you as he walks beside Aaron.

Aaron looks to you and lets you explain, knowing you always got a good kick out of telling the story. “Jack accidentally set us up together on a blind date.”

Derek’s eyebrows raise up and he huffs out a light chuckle, shaking his head. Spencer speaks up for the first time, eyebrows furrowed as he turns back a bit while he walks. “Accidentally?”

“Yeah, he had an elaborate plan to set me and Aaron up on different dates at different places, but he accidentally sent me the wrong address. And much to his absolute chagrin, we hit it off.” You elaborate with a lighthearted tone.

“He set you both up on dates on the same day?” Spencer clarifies, looking a bit befuddled.

“Between you and me, I think he just wanted some peace and quiet.” You joke, smiling when the group lets out small laughs.

Derek crosses his arms and glances at Aaron, eyes glinting in playfulness. “So this is why you’ve been all giddy these past few weeks?”

You snort, the mental image of your no-nonsense boyfriend suddenly being go-lucky at the office popping into your head. “Giddy?” You ask and raise an eyebrow at Aaron.

“I have not been giddy.” He deadpans, seemingly trying to inch away from the group with every passing second.

“Oh, no, you’ve been pretty cheerful, sir.” Penelope chimes in from in front of you.

“Yeah, I mean he’s even going back home at reasonable hours.” Emily says to you playfully.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you’d leave the office with work still on your desk.” Derek adds.

You chuckle and squeeze his hand. “Really now? He’s still putting on the workaholic facade around me. He told me that he's just been getting less paperwork lately. Good to know you’re whipped, honey.”

Aaron rolls his eyes fondly and just sighs in defeat. You have been trying to instill a sense of self-concern in Aaron, texting him almost every night to make sure he got home before midnight.

You end up walking around with his team for almost an hour, swapping stories about Aaron and getting to know them. By the time you all decide to part ways, you've gotten the girls' numbers and been put into a groupchat with them.

"I'd say that went well." You muse happily and walk with Aaron to his car. "I was nervous they wouldn't be super receptive of the relationship. I was certain Derek would throw in a few quips about you being a cradle robber."

"Oh don't worry, Dave's already got that base covered." Aaron sighs to veil his fondness.

"A little office banter can't hurt." You tease, knowing about his bond with the older agent. "And I can't believe you really almost fought that death-row convict! With your bare hands, too!" You say suddenly, recalling Spencer's little anecdote.

He exhales through his nose as he can feel the carefully crafted line between his work life and his personal life blurring. "He was intending to kill me and Reid."

"Well, I'm happy that you're always ready to defend yourself." You reassure him, grinning when he gazes at you softly. "I feel like I learned so much about you today."

"I don't want to indulge too much into my work." He says quietly, leaving no room for question. "It's not something you have to hear."

"But it's a huge part of your life. I don't need all the grisly details, of course. I just want you to be able to talk to me when you've had a hard case... when you're not feeling great about something that happened on the field." You supply with a gentle tone.

Aaron stays quiet for a moment and you take the chance to continue. "You don't have to hold your burdens in, Aaron. You've always stayed strong for everyone around you, so lean on me."

When you both get to his car, he gently guides you to face him, trapping you between the passenger door and his body. He leans to kiss your forehead as an adoring look ripples across his expression. "Thank you, sweetheart." He whispers against your skin and brushes his thumb across your cheek.

"Just doing what I can." You speak quietly, rubbing his sides a bit.

"Will you stay tonight? At my house." He requests with a tender look in his eyes. Even if you wanted to decline, the vulnerable expression painted across his face is enough to have your heart swelling with affection.

You nod and pull him in for a chaste kiss. "Of course."

When you and Aaron make it back to the Hotchner residence, you're immediately greeted by Jack's narrowed eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I just missed you too much." You say with sarcastic longing, opening your arms for him.

His face twists in playful disgust and he tosses a pillow at you. "Ew, what the hell."

"Kidding. I'm staying the night." You explain with a light chuckle as you duck away from the pillow.

The soft object hits Aaron's chest and he shakes his head, dropping a kiss to your temple and placing the pillow back on the couch before walking up the stairs. "I'll be in the shower, honey."

"What's that?" Jack asks, stuffing some popcorn into his mouth as he pauses the show playing on the tv.

You hold up the small bag in your hand and walk toward him. "This?"

"Yeah, what'd you get?"

You pull out the tissue paper and hand him the small jewelry box. "Aaron bought me a necklace."

"Please don't tell me you're his sugar baby now. That's my inheritance you're messing with, you know." Jack huffs, looking at the necklace with interest.

You joke and take the box back. "Oh don't worry, you're already off the will."

part 4 here

[wqnwoos]

seventeen — vocal unit as your boyfriend

okay so technically i already did this in dating hyung line / maknae line but — part 2 i guess? requested by @glowunderthemoon 💗

jeonghan

evil!!!!! likes to play around with you so much

especially if you guys are playing games or something he just makes up rules that get wilder and wilder until you draw the line

apologises to you afterwards w backhugs and kisses on your neck but he’s still giggling so how sorry is he really?

sends you all his boyfriend photos and then when he finds out one of them is your lockcreen he’s sooooo cocky about it (“i didn’t know you liked me that much” “jeonghan we have been dating for two years”)

takes you shopping but then gets antsy if you guys stay too long in one shop 😭 he won’t hurry you but he’ll just be shifting around awkwardly until ur done

has unflattering pictures of you as his lock screen. think fast asleep mouth open drooling a little. that’s his lockscreen and he won’t change it no matter how much u ask (he actually thinks it’s adorable)

gives you bites of his food without you even asking

joshua

takes loads of random selfies on your phone,,, like you open the photos app and ur like ?????? because suddenly there are 78 new photos of his face that you definitely did not take

gets sulky if you leave him to go out with friends or something 😭 ofc he’s just kidding but he dramatically throws an arm over his face and pouts (“i thought you loved me!!!!” “joshua you don’t even like this restaurant” “what if i changed my mind????” “we tried it last week!!!!”)

i feel like he’s the worst to have by ur side in an awkward situation bc you guys look at each other and you’re suddenly trying to hold back your laughter SOOOO bad and there’s not even anything funny😭

or if you’re talking to someone annoying he just stands behind them and makes faces to try and get you to crack tf up

tries to learn your favourite song on the guitar and then when you’re like “show me :))” he just starts playing sunday morning

woozi

omfg. the SWEETEST.

i think i said this in the other one but lets you play with his equipment and teaches you how to make basic beats and stuff (if u don’t know already) — tells u things like “good job!!” when you finish one

he’ll let you do whatever you want for dates and go along with it because you want to do it even if he’s reluctant <3333

if you don’t watch anime congratulations now you do!!!!! catch him at the right moment he’s gonna give you the rundown on all his favourites and the plots and the characters and everything (like his six hour live omfg)

genuinely believe he really is not cold as a boyfriend i think that is a Misconception — i saw this post the other day and HARD AGREE like this is mr i love my team i love my crew we are talking about ??? the same man who wrote darling which is arguably one of their sweetest songs????????

dk

i’m convinced this man is an angel ? he acts like your guardian angel anyway he takes care of you so hard it’s crazy

he makes sure u eat well and u rest well and everything omg :(

also feel like he randomly bursts into a skit in the kitchen and you hAVE to play along you have to get invested!!!!!

also just a sidenote can u imagine just being in the same house as him and you can just hear him singing from the other room :( i am so sad :(

i feel like he takes note of what you really like and remembers (or notes it down). like if you have flowers in a vase the first time h comes over you best believe he’s going to keep that vase STOCKED for however long

even if he’s away or on tour or something you’d still get weekly deliveries with a card or something AHHHHHH

compliment battles 😭 even if you just say something small (“i like your hair today”) he immediately returns the compliment x10 until eventually you guys are just arguing about who’s sweeter or something weird which just ends in giggles once you realise how loud he’s saying “oh yeah? well your eyes are even prettier!!!”

seungkwan

MY LOVELY SEUNGKWAN 😭💗😭💗 convinced he’s sooo boyfriend material

like the most caring kindest sweetest boyfriend he texts you reminders every day (“don’t forget to eat~” “drink some water please~”) HES SO CUTE 😭

randomly squishes your cheeks and goes “pretty” and then moves on like nothing happened but gets so flustered if you do it back 😭 acts annoyed but he kinda loves it <3

if you’re cooking with music on you’re not getting him out that kitchen he is dancing like there’s no tomorrow !!!!! makes you join him and teaches you the steps if you don’t know them already until both of you are just giggling messes and oh fuck the food’s going to burn

wants your approval for every outfit and hairstyle 😭 the stylist is about to dye his hair and he holds up a hand like. “WAIT.” and facetimes you quickly like “hi baby what do you think about dark blue hair???”

and if you tell him something like “seungkwan you’re always handsome” he just clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes 😭😭 “just tell me yes or no!!!”

[toomuchracket]

how about matty convincing d word girlie going to a football match with her?? (Maybe she doesn’t really like football that much, or even at all, idk?)

HA yeah ok so you and matty go for a little long weekend up the north-east to visit some of his family, and newcastle are playing at home on the saturday and before you go tim phones to say he's got tickets for all of you - you included. matty giggles when he tells you this, because any time he talks about football or watches it in the house your eyes just glaze over out of disinterest, despite your best efforts to pay attention, and he knows you'll wince at the thought of actually going to a match; you do, but quickly plaster on a hesitant smile and say "ok", and matty's like "you'll go? really?", and you're like "... yes. it would make you really happy, wouldn't it?", and matty kisses your head and says "it would, darlin', it would mean a lot to me if you were there", and you're like "so it's settled. i will go to the football". and matty's like "can you say that again? i need to film it and send it to your dad so he'll believe me when i tell him" - you point at him like "don't fucking push it, matthew", and matty laughs and takes your face in his hands to kiss you like "sorry, baby. thank you for doing this. i love you. it'll be fun", to which you're like "i love you too, and that's the only reason i'm ACTUALLY doing it. and i guess seeing your family will be fun, at least, lol". but as the weekend gets closer, you do actually start to get excited, just because matty's so hyped about taking his girl to see his team lmao (he is such a boy). he's like "try on one of my football tops to see if it fits, and you can wear it to the game. that would be cute", and you're a bit 😐 about the idea; that is, until you pull one of the black and white tops over your underwear and step into the living room to show matty, and he reacts by... literally pulling one of the sofa cushions over his lap and breathing heavily. your jaw drops like "babe you did not just get hard at the sight of me in a newcastle united shirt lmaoooooooo. it's that easy? wow", and matty groans into his hands like "shut up how else am i meant to react? the most beautiful woman on the planet, my beloved girlfriend, in MY football top? this is teenage wet dream material, sweetheart" - you go over to kiss him and say "well, if we have sex now with me wearing it, will that make it better or worse?", and matty thinks for a second like "better. i'll get it out of my system" lol.

and he's right, actually - a week later, when you appear in his cousin's kitchen with the same shirt visible under your coat, all matty thinks of is how cute you look lmao (but he does smirk a little bit when everyone says how sweet you are for wearing it, considering you did some arguably non-sweet things to him in it before lol). the actual day itself is quite nice; you all go for food and a couple of drinks before the game, during which you literally just share really cringe anecdotes about matty with his dad and brother, and then matty takes 948482 pics of you outside st james' park (and makes one his lockscreen) before you go in. he hugs you tightly before the game starts like "this is really special to me, sweetheart, thank you for doing this", and you're like "it's chill i actually am having fun lol". he stays holding you through the start of the game, too, because it's chilly, but pulls back to look at you in bewilderment when you hum along to the local hero theme as the players come onto the pitch; you're like "what? i've seen the film. it's good. so is the tune", and matty kisses you quickly like "you never fail to amaze me, honestly". anyway, the first half of the game is... kinda boring? nobody scores, there's not a lot of action, and the most exciting thing is you nearly burning your tongue on a bovril at half-time lol. it picks up in the second half, though - you spend the first few goal attempts looking and smiling at matty getting really into it, because he's so cute and animated, but then the tables turn and you catch him grinning at you when you swear at a near miss from newcastle. when they finally do score, you both cheer, and matty gets so hyped that he picks you up - well, he tries to, in the limited space between rows of seats lol. you have to ask him to clarify ref decisions at bits (fuck if i know what constitutes a yellow card btw), which he RELISHES doing, explaining them and kissing your cheek when you're like "ok cool. i see". in the end, newcastle win, and when the home support stands go into joyous uproar you're a part of it, hugging matty and tim and all the rest of the family as if you were an avid fan lmao; matty also probably tries to fully make out with you in excitement and just general happiness that you're with him, which you indulge in briefly before being like "come on, we need to move now so the people behind us can get out lol". but you continue the making out in the smoking area of the pub you all pile into to celebrate the win, matty like "this has been one of my favourite days ever, sweetheart. i'm so grateful for you, and even more in love with you, honestly" - you're like "i love you! and i really have enjoyed myself. don't think i could do it every week, in fairness, but i had fun. thanks for bringing me, baby". and matty's like "anytime, darlin'. and feel free to borrow the top anytime, too. in fact, i'd encourage it" lol <3

[briefinquiries]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Don't Leave

Description: Luke gets a call from the reader during an active shooter situation. 

Word count: 3.4k

Trigger Warnings: shooting situation, gunman, trauma, blood mention. 

A/N: A bunch of my fics got deleted so this is me reposting :))))

Your initial reaction to the loud bang that echoed throughout the room was to drop to the floor.  The tossed salad you regretted bringing for lunch that day fell from your unsteady hands, spilling behind the nurse’s desk.  At first, you were too stunned to do anything but stay kneeled on the tiled ground.  The screams from other people on the floor- your coworkers and patients, seemed distant and faded. The sound of your heart beating rapidly underneath your scrubs came to the forefront of your attention, making it hard to focus on anything else.  

When the second gunshot went off, the fog around you dissipated, whipping you back into the harsh reality of the situation: someone was shooting inside the hospital. 

In an instant, you dared to reach across the floor, grabbing your bag before scooting yourself backwards and underneath the nurse’s station.  You pulled one of the chairs over in an attempt to hide yourself from view.  

More gunshots, accompanied by terrified screams, rattled the floor.  You squeezed your eyes shut before reaching into your bag to dig for your phone.  The unopened text message appearing on your lockscreen went ignored as you hurried to dial 911. 

When the operator answered, you wasted no time.  “Someone’s shooting at George Washington University hospital-” you whispered.  You winced as another gunshot fired.  “On the third floor, the rehab unit.”

“Ma’am, did you say someone was shooting?” The operator clarified, another round of gunshots interrupted her, making you jump.  

“Please hurry-” your voice started to waiver. 

“Stay on the line,” the operator instructed. “We’re sending first responders your way now.”

You bit your lip, trying to gage where on the hospital floor the gunman was exactly, and wondered how much time you had. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, “I have to hang up, I have to call my husband-”

Before the operator could protest, you hung up the phone.  You attempted to scroll through your contacts, only now noticing how badly you were shaking as your phone screen wavered in your grip. 

Finally, you reached Luke’s name. 

“C’mon,” you whimpered as the line rang. 

“Hey baby.” You squeezed your eyes shut and exhaled sharply the moment you heard his voice.  

“Luke-” you breathed. 

Instantly, Luke could tell something was off.  His tone tone shifted and he replied sternly, “What’s wrong?”

“They- they have a gun,” you stammered.  Your breath was choppy and uneven.  “They’re shooting-”

“Where are you?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice. “At the hospital?”

“Yes. I’m- I’m at work.” 

You heard Luke mutter something to someone on his end of the line just as another round of gunshots went off, this time, closer than they’d been before. 

“Oh my God!” You sobbed. You clutched your phone against your chest and pushed yourself as far underneath the desk as you could. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you rambled, pulling the phone back up to your ear.  Through the tears streaming down your face you cried into the phone, “I love you-”

“Baby, hang on-” Luke spoke, an edge of desperation behind his voice. “We’re heading your way now. I’m on my way, I’m coming to get you, just stay on the phone with me.”

“He’s coming closer.” You breathed softly. “He’s going to hear me.”

“Do not hang up.” Luke said sternly.  

You really wanted to stay on the phone with Luke, just hearing his voice made you feel hopeful that things might turn out okay.  But in that instant, you heard another loud bang, this time from right next to you, without meaning to, you dropped your phone to the ground so that your hands would be free to cover your ears.  It crashed to the floor, ending the phone call. 

A thud next to you was the only reason you opened your eyes.  You immediately wished you had kept them closed.  Your coworker had fallen on the tile near the desk.  In an attempt to run away, the gunman had shot her down.  Her eyes connected with yours.  They gazed pleadingly at you. 

“Help me-” she mouthed. 

You hesitated, but only briefly, before pushing the chair away from yourself and scooting out into the open.  You poked your head around the corner of the desk, trying to get a look at where the shooter might be.  

Your heart dropped in your chest when you noticed a man wearing all black tactical gear yielding what looked like an assault rifle, trudging down the hallway away from you. 

You took your moment and hurried across the floor to the girl, you recognized her from the physical therapy unit.  When you approached her, you saw where the bullet had hit her in the back.  There was a small pool of blood collecting around her, darkening the fabric of her green scrubs.  You flipped her on her back and grabbed underneath her shoulders before dragging her underneath the desk with you. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered, “It’s okay, it’s okay-”

“Help-” she choked.  She pressed her hand against the wound on her abdomen, where the bullet had ripped right through her.  “Don’t leave me, please.”

“Shh-” you soothed.  You quickly tore off your sweatshirt, before pressing the fabric against her wound. She winced slightly before exhaling, then laid her head across your lap.  “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. I won’t leave.”

…

“I lost her,” Luke breathed.  He stared down at his phone screen, a picture of you and him as his background, with a blank stare of disbelief. 

“We’re close to the hospital,” Emily said softly, pressing her foot a little harder against the accelerator. 

“He was right there-” Luke stammered, “I heard the gunshot.  I think he- I think he shot her.” Luke said. He squeezed his eyes shut as the sound of your scream came into focus in his brain. 

“No, no, no-” J.J. said from the backseat, she scooted herself up and placed a gentle hand on Luke’s shoulder.  “You don’t know that.”

When the car arrived at the hospital, Luke took a moment to surveil the scene.  First responders had already arrived and the perimeter had been closed, but the chaos outside the yellow tape was unwieldy. There were people huddled in groups, sobbing hysterically as they hugging one another.  

He climbed out of the SUV before a gut wrenching feeling washed over his body.  “She’s still inside,” Luke breathed, “I don’t see her-” 

Before he could think twice Luke snapped the car door shut and bolted towards the yellow caution tape.    

“Woah, woah, woah-” An officer held his hand up as Luke stormed his way towards the entrance.  “This is a crime scene!”  

“Let me through!” Luke shouted.  The officer put his hands up and grabbed Luke, preventing him from crossing the line, but Luke continued to push, “Let me through!” 

“Let him through!” Rossi’s voice echoed through the crowd.  He and Matt approached from behind, their SUV had arrived just behind Luke’s. 

“It’s okay,” Emily repeated to the security guard, who was still physically holding Luke back.  “We’re FBI,” she explained, flashing her badge.  

The man dropped his hands, but Rossi’s took their place.  Luke turned back, a look of confusion evident on his face.  “What are you doing? We have to get in there!” He cried. 

Emily walked in front of a frantic Luke, getting his attention for a moment by speaking firmly. 

“You really shouldn’t be going in there- it’s family,” she said. “You should let us handle this-”

“The hell I should,” Luke growled, his voice stern. “She’s my wife.  If you want me to stay out here, you’re going to have to shoot me.”

Emily looked into Luke’s eyes and not only saw the pain and agony he was feeling, but understood it as well.  She took a breath and gave Rossi and Matt a quick nod, confirming that they were all on the same page. 

“Okay,” she said slowly, “But you are not going in alone.”

Luke’s gaze softened.  “Thank you,” he whispered.  

“And you’re putting that on,” Emily nodded towards J.J., who was approaching with a bulletproof vest.  The rest of the team had already suited up.  Luke took the vest and hastily threw it on, velcroing the material tightly around his torso before nodding at the team.  

“I’ll stay here,” Tara volunteered, “in case she got out.”  

“Thank you,” Luke mouthed to her. 

She nodded in response before running off to comb through the crowd.  

“Okay, local police believe it’s one shooter,” Emily explained.  “They’ve cleared the first floor, but stand ready.  We know from experience that typically, mass shooters don’t go down without a fight.  So prepare for that fight,” she warned. 

The team nodded before following her through the doors of the hospital.  

The first body the team came across was sprawled out near the entrance of the elevator on the first floor.  The chaos only continued to escalate from there.  But the team glided through the hospital quickly, clearing the unit, before proceeding up the stairs.  

J.J. and Reid worked rapidly with local police to escort unharmed civilians out of the building.  Emily, Matt, and Rossi stalked down the hallway first, popping their heads into rooms and clearing the area.  Luke found himself in a haze, staring down at every dead face he saw, hoping to God that one of them wasn’t you.  

Luke was rattled out of his tunnel vision at the sound of a gunshot.  When he looked up, a man dressed in black, from head to toe, had emerged from a patient room and was pointing his AR towards J.J. and Rossi and a local police officer.  

Without word or demand, he started to fire.  

But Matt, from across the room, was quicker. He fired one bullet at the shooter that dropped him to the ground.  J.J. approached quickly, kicking the rifle away from the man’s hands and kneeling to check his pulse.  

She looked up and shook her head at the rest of the team, indicating that the gunman was dead.  Luke sighed a breath of relief, realizing that that was the outcome he had hoped for.  

Emily pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed quickly. 

“Tara, the unusb is down.  Any sign of her outside?” she asked, wondering about you.  Luke looked hopefully at Emily’s face, trying to gage her reaction.  When she sighed, Luke’s chest fell.  

“Okay, thanks.” Emily hung up her phone then shook her head.  “We should split up-” she instructed.  

 “She works on the third floor,” Luke explained.  “That’s where she was when she called.”

“To the third floor then,” Emily said, giving Luke a nod.  The team ascended up the staircase quickly.  

The first thing Luke realized upon entering the third floor was that it was by far the bloodiest.  More bodies were down than he could count.  Luke let his gun fall to his side, as he suddenly found it harder to breath.  

“God no,” he whispered, holding the back of his hand up against his mouth.  “Please, no.”

J.J. collected a handful of frightened looking patients who had been hiding in a back room and guided them to the staircase.  

Rossi, Emily, Matt, and Luke covered the floor swiftly.  Reid lagged behind to assess wounds. But mostly, he found himself checking for pulses and moving on. 

Luke kept his weapon drawn, out of habit more than anything, as he made his way down the floor.  

Despite his pulse pounded in his ears, he heard Matt calling from down the hall, “Over here!”

Luke snapped his eyes shut quickly, in an attempt to focus, before running towards Matt’s voice.  As Luke approached, he saw him kneeling down on the tiled floor next to a large pool of dark blood. He was looking at something underneath the desk.  

“No, no, no-” Luke started spitting out.  Thoughts started racing through his mind.  There was too much blood, she’d been shot- she’d been killed.  He couldn’t protect her, he couldn’t help her-

“It’s okay,” Matt soothes, wheeling the chair blocking the counter away, “He’s gone.  You’re safe now.”

Luke blinked harshly, a wave of confusion washing over him.  Luke pushed past the desk and kneeled down so that he was next to Matt.  

When he gazed underneath the desk, he exhaled sharply the moment he laid his eyes on you, shaking and staring blankly ahead.  

“Oh my God-” he breathed.  “Are you hurt?” he asks. 

Upon hearing Luke’s voice, your head shot up, snapping you out of whatever daze your mind had been stuck in.  He was bent over right in front of you- real, in the flesh.  He’d come for you. 

“I-” you stammered wondering why Luke was staring at your torso.  When you look down at yourself, you’re shocked at the amount of foreign blood that was sprawled across your abdomen.  You shake your head at him before you looked down at your still coworker, your hand still pressed into her bloody wound.  “I couldn’t-” you explained.  “I couldn’t leave her.”

“It’s okay,” Luke whispered, “It’s okay.”

“I can’t leave her-” you repeated.  You used your free hand to brush her stray hair away from her face.  

“Shh,” Luke soothed, “C’mon-”

“No-” your voice started to break, “No I can’t leave her, I promised-”

“She’s gone,” Luke spoke softly.  “She’s gone.”

You broke your eye contact with Luke to look down at the girl’s face, her head on your lap.  Her features were soft, peaceful- no longer scared of panicked.  Your breath hitched in your throat realizing that Luke was right. She was dead. 

“No,” you winced.  “No, no, no.  I’m so sorry-”  

Matt gently supported the girl’s head in his hands enough to move her body off of yours.  Without the weight of her in your lap, you felt cold.  

“I tried-” you choked, “I tried to help her-”

“I know,” Luke whispered.  He reached his hands out and attached them to your waist.  He pulled your shaking body out from underneath the counter and cradled you to his own chest.  “It’s okay,” he soothed, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame. 

The familiarity of Luke’s grasp caused you to exhale sharply against his chest and let out a gut wrenching sob.  You reciprocated the hug by throwing your arms around him and burying your face into the nape of his neck. 

“Shh,” Luke soothed, his hand running up and down your back.  “It’s okay, I’m here.” He whispered into your hair.  “I’m here. I got you.”

Your only reaction was to continue crying, harder than you ever had before.  Luke’s response was to hug you tighter, to keep you firmly pressed against him in his grasp.  

You’re not sure how long you stay like that.  Long enough that you start to hear paramedics and other first responders walk through the floor.  

Eventually Luke shifts you and his weight. He swings your legs across his lap, so that he’s holding you bridal style, before standing up.  

He continues to murmur words softly into your ear as he walks down the hallway with you.  

“I got you, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

You keep your eyes shut and face pressed against Luke’s chest, unwilling to look anymore at the scene that had unfolded around you that day.  You didn’t think you could ever walk inside the walls of that hospital again.  

You continue to cry, the tears fall from your eyes at rapid rates, no doubt ruining the gray shirt Luke was wearing beneath his vest.  

Once the doors open to the outside, you find it within yourself to pull your face back from his chest.  He gazes down at you quickly before continuing to walk.  

“I’m okay-” you say.  “I can walk.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, hesitating before setting you down on the ground.  

You nod, but despite your best efforts, your legs waiver a bit on the ground, making you unsteady.  Luke’s quick to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.  

“I got you,” he whispers. 

His fingers dig comfortingly into your hip while his other hand finds your own.  He clasps on to your clammy palm firmly and guides you towards an ambulance waiting in front of the building.  

“I’m okay-” you repeat.

“They have to look at you.”

“I just want to go home-” you plead. 

Luke shakes his head firmly, “Let them take a look at you.  Please.  You’re probably in shock, you could have injuries you’re not feeling-”

You close your eyes and let Luke lead you towards an ambulance parked in the circle.  His steady hand guides you to sit on the back of the truck.  The world around you slows drastically the moment you sit.  The absence of Luke’s arm around your waist makes you shiver, and you watch in a haze as he hovers over you.  His fingers graze protectively across your cheek, wiping away what you assumed to be blood.  Vaguely, you feel an EMT drape a blanket across your shoulders, the weight pulls you tighter into the fog.  

Muffled voices fill the air around you, but you have no idea what they’re saying.  Luke’s face appears abruptly in front of yours as he kneels down in front of you.  His hands clasp tightly around your shoulders as he attempts to get your waivering attention. 

He’s saying your name and his brown eyes are wide with concern.  You’re tired, and your brain is fuzzy and it was just easier to not listen right now, but you try not to let his voice fade further away.  You try to narrow in on it’s sweet sound. 

“Can you hear me?” Luke repeats, squeezing your shoulders softly. 

You blink harshly before looking at Luke’s face, it comes into focus in front of you. 

You nod slowly. “Yeah.” you say.  

“There’s someone here to talk to you, okay?” Luke stands up and steps to your side, while you nod dully, not fully understanding his words. 

“Is this your blood?” An unfamiliar voice asks you.  A police officer comes into view and gestures towards your shirt. 

You look down at the gory mess on your scrubs and shake your head. “No,” you whisper.  

“Okay,” he replies before writing something down on his note pad.  “Can you tell me what happened?” he asks.  

You start tearing at a hangnail on your thumb anxiously as you feel the pressure of tears starting to build up behind your eyes. 

“Um,” your voice waivers unsteadily.  

“It’s okay, take your time.” The officer tells you. 

 You swallow harshly and gaze at the ground.  “I was on my lunch when I heard a gunshot.  So I got down and I uh- I hid.” 

The officer nods, as he records your statement down on his pad. 

“Anything stand out to you? Any noises? Any smells?”

You close your eyes as the sudden sound of terrified screams flood your brain.  You wince involuntarily.  

“Just the sound-” you mumble.  “Of screaming.  People screaming.” You shoulders shuddered at the thought and bite your lip to fight the urge to cry.  Luke’s hand finds its way to your shoulder.  He gives you a squeeze and you quickly move your hand so that it’s on top of his, clinging to his fingers. 

“And from what you heard, was it just the one gunman?”

You nod, “Yeah- I think so.”

“Okay,” the officer says quietly.  He folds his notebook closed and gives you a soft smile.  “Thank you.”

“Can I go home now?” you ask the EMT behind you.  “I’m okay.”

“Let him look you over,” Luke insists, he reaches over to give your hand a soft squeeze.  

You knew you were acting foolish, but you had a sudden, overwhelming desire to get away from the hospital.  Your breathing started increasing as you spoke, “Please-”  You swallowed the urge to sob.  “I just want to go home.”

“Everything looks okay,” The EMT announced, he wrote some things down on his clipboard before handing the papers over to you.  “If you just want to sign here, stating that you don’t want further medical treatment.”

Before he finished speaking you took the form from him and signed your name away. “There-” you said handing it back to him.  You stood up from the ambulance and shedded the blanket off of your shoulders.  

“Okay-” Luke pressed, he wrapped his arm around your waist again, securely you tightly to his side. The only place you might ever feel safe again.  “Let’s go home.”

[prplocks]

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[tiredassmage]

Get to know me!

Share your wallpaper:

My laptop bg is currently this really cool shot from Iokath because I forgot about the whole nature reclamation area bit at the very beginning of the chapter, so I wandered off to soak in the vibes a little, lol. My phone bg is uh. very shamelessly still like the most epic art ever of Tyr & Shara by @captainderyn​ bc I love them I love them I love th-

Also my lockscreen for my laptop bc I realized I could set them differently a while ago has been this MELE shot for a while:

The last song you listened to: All Eyes On You - Smash Into Pieces

Currently reading: I’m supposed to be reading Chapter 18 of my textbook for my World Civilizations course this week arghhhh. Boo, college answer. Anyway, shameless fanfic plug, if you haven’t read @kemendin​‘s latest banger for Khel & Quinn you shoulldddd uhhhhh totally do that.

Last movie: Jennifer’s Body. We’re in the horror unit of my class on Post-Apocalypse. *finger guns*

Craving: I just, like... inhaled a plate of chicken nuggets. What can a girl say? She wants simple comforts after a night of customer service work. So. I was craving chicken nuggets. And chocolate milk. Yes, I realize they’re generally not the first things you’d call compatible. Leave me be.

What are you wearing right now? What passes as my pjs; a shirt for a university I’d planned on going to before I entirely re-evaluated my life and my thoughts on a major and also... how much money I wanted to spend on college, lol, and uhh Star Wars shorts featuring R2-D2 and Grogu. No, before you ask, I haven’t watched The Mandalorian. Please don’t shoot me.

How tall are you? 5′5″ ish. Not quite. That’s what the government says I am on my license, lol.

Piercings: None

Tattoos: I wish, but I have an instinctive response to needles that isn’t fun for anyone, lol, so I live... vicariously through fictional characters and watching tattooing shows sometimes. I think they’re so cool, but I’m personally so baby. I know I am. I wouldn’t wish to subject that upon anyone. I also have limited ideas about what I’d actually get because they’re permanent and big and I like when there’s thoughtful meaning to them, buttt... anyway, the closest I got was once I think I contemplated a like. Silhouette from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron aka the movie of all my childhood. Something from How To Train Your Dragon could also be really cool though. I love Toothless. <3

Glasses? Contacts: Lmao, my vision is ass. Glasses. I’ll pass on contacts. Weirds me out a little.

Last drink: Remember the chocolate milk craving? Yeah. I did that.

Last show: Technically Who’s Line Is It Anyway? over dinner, an episode. Last thing I watched with intent is I managed to miraculously sit long enough to watch the first episode of The Legend of Vox Machina because @fatewalker-phoenix​ has been trying to assign me new blorbo for like a month or something??? Bestie knows my taste well, I think. One day I will fucking finish that show. Grips the edge of the sink.

Last thing you ate: If you think it’s the aforementioned chicken nuggets, you’re correct.

Favorite color: Does black count for these? The amount of black t-shirts I own is like. Obnoxious. Anyway, blue and red, I think. Dark reds, specifically (wine red dye FFXIV my beloved) and uh... blue is sorta variable. Yeah, yeah, Star Wars point and laugh card here :P

Current obsession: .... SWTOR. Imperial Agent. In related news: water is wet.

Unrelated obsession: Girlie (me) will never not be interested in fuzzy blankets. Behold, my kingdom of probably at least ten twisted across my bed.

Any pets: 2 ball pythons (apex predators, apex idiots, beloved <3), and arguably 2 dogs but one is definitely my mom’s baby babiest boy

Do you have a crush on anyone? Do ocs count? Fictional characters, sure. Actual people, actual crush? Nah. I’m an exhausted college student, ain’t got no time for that.

Favorite fictional character: Okay, if I’m allowed to pick favorites on the ocs (I know, I know, parent picks favorite child, le gasp), uhm. No surprising anyone that Tyr’s my baby boy babbyyy my little glowstick. Aaaeeuhhmmm favorite fictional character of like. All time though, hmmm... baby Dot had a crush on Aragorn LOTR fame and honestly I think she was so right. I’d also like to take Clint Barton/Hawkeye away from Marvel, but we don’t talk about that.

No, we shouldn’t line him, Tyr, and Theron Shan up and talk about my thing about disaster agents, either.

The last place you traveled: *toots clown horn* Technically work. Baddum tsh.

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Tagged by @eorzeashan​!! <3 I keep saying I do most of my interacting here and yet all replies and stuff are from my main @space-unicorn-dot​ but. same Dot, different hat, yada yada

I did uhhhhh... several name-drops in here, but no pressure! I’m also ~tired so. mutuals I am <3 tagging u if u want to participate

[royaletiquette]

About the Writer

Favorite time of year: Spring

Comfort food: ramen? burgers

Favorite desserts: strawberry shortcake. tiramisu.

Things you collect: I shouldn't lie to myself, probably little twin stars shit, kuromi and my melody. anything with roses on it.

Favorite drink: maybe taro boba.

Favorite musical artist: Blondie. Joywave. IDLES.

Last song you listened to: Jungle Man by Viagra Boys

Last movie you watched: excluding work stuff, Mario Bros.

Last series you watched: lmao drag race

Series you’re currently watching: muppets mayhem! been wanting to rewatch the last czars for muse.

Current obsession: looking at rental units. prepping for moving.

Dream place to visit: Russia has sick architecture.

A place you’ve been that you want to go back to: Buenos Aires top of the list. I miss my extended family a lot. I went at a bad time as a shit teenager, I just don't have time a lot of vacation time at my job. Also Berlin and Barcelona eventually.

Something you want: to get my permanent residency so I can freely spend my money, government!

Currently working on: I've been hand sewing a lot instead of using my sewing machine. It's fun in terms of discipline. So a couple costumes.

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what’s your phone wallpaper : My lockscreen rn is the bf. Wallpaper is gudetama (but what's the difference ba dum tsh)

currently reading : I'm not lol I've been wanting to reread my Shazam comics but who knows if I will

what are you wearing right now : jeans and a jet set radio shirt cause i wasn't even close to trying today ok

piercings / tattoos? : ears pieced. calf, bicep and thigh tattooed.

glasses ? contacts? : nah

last thing you ate? : stuffed peppers, my fucking specialty

favorite color(s) : yellow

do you have a crush right now? : every dog i see

favorite fictional character : lol I dunno, kuromi, my melody. Animal like the muppet.

Tagged by: @mannequinentity and @distopea (Thank you both!)

[wxmbruna]

Lockscreen Sabina Hidalgo

[luv4new]

don’t be loud

heeseung x f!reader (with 02 line appearing at the end)ㅤ|ㅤgenre: smut, friends with benefits au, college auㅤ|ㅤwarnings: curse words,  mutual masturbation,  semi-public sex, oral sex (f. rec), unprotected sex, creampieㅤ|ㅤwc: 2.1kㅤ|ㅤnote: maybe i can write a prequel or sequel for this one? if anyone is interested!

in the middle of the class lecture, your attention to your professor was taken away by the sound of the notification beep on your phone. you check the message preview on your lockscreen.

heeseung: hey, wanna fuck?

this guy can't be serious, you thought. discreetly, you lowered your phone below your desk to avoid being noticed by your professor in front of you, though you were in the 4th row too.

you: dude i'm literally in class right now

heeseung: but i'm so horny :(((

you: don't you have class?

heeseung: not until 4pm. i'm otw to picking you up right now.

your friends-with-benefits relationship with heeseung started one fateful drunken night where the two of you slept together for the first time. heeseung, being a kind friend, always walked you home to your apartment whenever your group of friends drink together. sometimes the two of you would walk with jay or sunghoon but it was the first night you and heeseung were alone.

usually, he'd walk you up until the entrance of your apartment but he was so drunk that he walked you to your unit's door. your state wasn't any better than him. after having n shots of tequila, you were a little more touchy and clingy to him the whole night. as you try to bid goodbye, you kiss his cheek and followed it with a kiss on his lips. then everything else escalated after that. the next morning was awkward, but then you two slept again later that day. the two of you discussed that both of you weren't ready for a relationship so you settled on being fuck buddies because the sex was too good.

none of your friends know about your sexual relationship with heeseung. it was only between the two of you. after a month of sleeping together, you learned that heeseung, the quiet guy, has a high sex drive. he'd call for you almost everyday. when you weren't in the mood, you'll just send him a nude pic or a closeup of your pussy and it'd be enough for him to work with his hands. but there were days he really wants to do it so he'd show up unannounced to your apartment, and now he showed up to your class.

your were busy texting heeseung on your phone to notice your professor dismissing the class. you hurriedly stood up from your seat to meet heeseung who was waiting outside. he spotted you first among the crowd of students, walking up to you.

"let's go. i know a place." he whispered to your ear before taking your hand to walk with him.

"hey! aren't you even going to let me agree or not?" you resisted so he stopped on his tracks.

"you're not in the mood?" it was the most basic rule for the two of you. he won't do anything to you without your consent.

"uhm..."

you tried to think of reasons to disagree but nothing came up. originally, you were unsure of hooking up in school grounds because you've never done it before but at the same time, it intrigued you.

"are you sure we have to do it now? we can just do it after your class."

heeseung glanced down at your outfit. feeling more aroused at the sight of your thighs under your tight mini skirt. he can already envision his desires to corrupt you—his fingers, mouth, and dick under your pretty mini skirt.

"no, i want you now."

you arrived at a vacant laboratory room at another building. heeseung made sure to lock the door and kept the lights dim. he helped you sit on top of one of the steel tables, pulling your body closer to the edge and pressing it to his. he started kissing you with fervor, sloppy open-mouthed kisses. you kissed him back with the same energy, savoring the rush of the moment.

your hand creeped inside his joggers to free his cock. you broke away from the kiss momentarily, spitting on your hand before wrapping your fingers around his cock, rubbing it slow and teasing the slit to stimulate him more. heeseung moaned in the kiss from your actions as his member slowly rose up and hardened in arousal. he wanted to return the favor so his fingers went under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to rub your wet folds. you broke the kiss, sweet moans leave your lips at the contact of his fingers to your core.

"are you sure we aren't going to get caught?" his lips moved to your exposed neck, showering it with wet kisses.

"just don't be loud." heeseung smirked, teasing you for being the more vocal between you two. you squeezed his dick on your hand in revenge, earning a whine from him.

he tapped your thighs, signaling for it to open your legs. you did so, lying down on the table with your legs wide open and feet at the edge of the table, like an open invitation. he pushed your mini skirt higher to reach your underwear. he can already smell your arousal and he licked his lips upon seeing your core glimmering with your fluids. pushing your underwear to the side, he didn’t waste any time to feed on it, licking your folds with his tongue. his tongue turned its focus to your clit and made space to slide his middle finger inside you. wet, slick sounds of his tongue lapping on your core and your breathless faint moans filled the room.

“fuck shit- heeseung!” you cried loudly when he inserted another finger inside of you, thrusting it in a fast motion.

when you curse his name, he knows it's a good sign that you're lost in pleasure because of him, that he's responsible for that beautiful sound of yours. but as much as he loved hearing your moans and whimpers, he kept reminding you to stay quiet and you had no choice but go obey, using your hand to cover your mouth while the other was gripping on his hair.

you silently screamed when you felt him suck aggressively on your clit. it sent an electric shock to every nerve of your body. you grind on his face, back arching from the table, while he ate you out. he took out the fingers that were once inside you, to gently push your torso down, keeping you in place.

"heeseung, i'm gonna- gonna cum." you whispered in between your heavy breaths, raising your head from the table to look at him.

"fuck- wait. not yet. not without me."

"we don't have time." you whined, annoyed that he unintentionally denied your orgasm when he pulled away.

"just trust me. stand up."

with your legs a little weak from his eating you out, heeseung had to help you get off the table. he flipped you around to bend you over the table, your cheek shoved on the cold steel surface. it was your favorite position because it's perfect for his slightly curved dick to hit all your heavenly spots, and he also knew it makes you come the fastest, other than eating you out. you heard him shuffling his bag, hurriedly looking for a condom packet hidden somewhere.

"it's safe today. we can do it without it."

"are you sure?"

he paused from searching his bag. his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, no rubber, feeling your insides and juices on him directly. even without looking at him, you knew he was smiling like a fool.

"yes, i checked it before coming here so just fuck me already."

"y/n, you're the best!"

using a mix of his saliva and precum, heeseung pumped his dick a few times before entering you. he moaned as he felt your wet and warm insides swallow him fully. god he loves that feeling so much. heeseung held you on your waist as he started thrusting in a steady pace. you covered your mouth to stop yourself from being a whining mess, but the sounds of your skin slapping and your hushed moans were loud enough to be heard in the whole room.

just then, a person's voice and footsteps approaching from the hallway made the two of you pause. much to your surprise, heeseung started thrusting again slowly, pulling it out almost completely and pushing it until his pelvis hit yours. a moan threatened to escape your lips, so he stretched out his hand and covered your mouth. you shot him a look, and heeseung gave a sly smirk with his index finger near his face, telling you to be quiet as if he's not the reason for your noise. when the hallway became quiet again, he resumed a fast pace. transferring his hand on your mouth to your clit, rubbing it, building up your climax.

"heeseung, i think i'm close..."

he knew it after he felt you clenching him more and more. waves of spasm ran through your body, shaking in bliss, as you reached your high. the heat from your release stimulated him to go faster, to chase after his orgasm, although it became sloppier the closer he reached his climax. heeseung sighed as he came inside you, coating your walls with his warm semen. he thrusted a few times to ride out his high before he collapsed on top of you, his face resting near yours. the two of you stared at each other with half-lidded eyes, panting to regulate your breath, and beads of sweat dribble on the side of your faces.

"heeseung, get off me." you nudged him.

"hm?" heeseung, drunk from the orgasm, still haven't pulled out.

"isn't it 4pm already-"

knock knock.

this awakened heeseung and the two of you looked at each other in shock. you nudged him again, pushing him off you. heeseung scrambled to wear his pants and took out wet tissues from his bag. you almost kicked him in panic while he wiped the traces of his cum on your thighs. you also sprinkled some alcohol in the area, in attempt to mask the smell of your recent sexual activity, and tried to fix both of your messy hair. soon you heard the keys on the door but you were still wiping the transferred lipstick on heeseung's face during your makeout. the door sprung open and the room was lit.

"hey heeseung!"

"oh, y/n’s also here!"

you sighed in relief upon seeing familiar faces enter the room. jay and sunghoon stood on the opposite side of the table while jake stood beside you, which made you unconsciously take a step back, moving closer to heeseung, afraid that he might notice something.

"i thought heeseung was with a girl. it could've been fun to expose him." jay snickered.

"come on, it's y/n. that'll never happen, right?" jake said and they all looked at you, waiting for your answer. you didn’t know why you hesitated for a second before replying.

"psh, me and this loser? i could do better." you tried to laugh it off and send a look to heeseung to do the same but he only smiled. you coughed before changing the topic. "um, you weren't waiting outside the whole time earlier?"

"we just came from the storage room to get the other equipment for our experiment while heeseung sets it up. did you?" sunghoon replied to you then turned to heeseung.

heeseung looked down, avoiding their gaze. "well, i think i rambled too much to y/n about the experiment that i forgot to do it...?"

"ugh, we told you to start already so we would finish it today!"

all three of them groaned in frustration and started scolding heeseung. you were worried for a second about his excuse but they seemed to have bought it. still, you kinda felt guilty for contributing to his friends’ disappointment. while they were scolding him, you took this as your chance to escape.

"uh, guys, i'll get going now. good luck on your experiment!"

"y/n, wait."

you were halfway to the door when heeseung walked up to you. his fingers grabbed the hem of your skirt to pull it down from each side at the same time, while maintaining eye contact with you. your face turned red at the touch of his fingers, eyes locked at him because you were too shy go face the other guys. you just had sex with this man but this felt like the most intimate thing you’d done. maybe because the other guys were watching and he's never this affectionate in public.

"your skirt is too short." when he stood up straight, he leaned and whispered on your ear. "let's meet again later."

[a-moth-to-the-light]

random questions <3

thank you @yvesbuprofen for the tag !!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color - sage green :) my fave was pink until about a year ago, though, and pink is still my favorite color to wear, since i don't think sage green suits me very well!

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for - an ex-friend made me my first tumblr blog in... early 2021, i think! i don't use that blog anymore, but then in spring of 2022 i made this blog and i've been using it pretty consistently since then!

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to - i like consistency & going to the same places over and over again, so i dream a lot of going back to new york city! i went twice in middle school and i remember the city very fondly. it's overstimulating in the best way possible for my brain --i love the lights and colors and the way there are people all around, but you don't actually have to socialize!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s) - i also thrift !! i don't buy a lot of new clothes, but when i thrift i mostly look for skirts that look like a grandma's wallpaper, and then outside of that i'm not sure my style has any patterns to it. it's just whatever catches my eye & feels comfy/good texture, and it's only united in that it's as chaotic as my personality is (fun fact i am that stereotypical human-tornado kind of personality) (that may not actually be a surprise considering what my blog is like)

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s) - bruce springsteen & alba reche are tied for my number one!!!!!! i usually say bruce springsteen wins, since he just has so much more music (he's been releasing albums for decades, and alba reche's debut album was released in 2019), but really they're tied in my heart. my favorite kpop group is stayc!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen - a picture taken from my car at night, of the side of a road + a sign that says 'speed limit 14'. we ran across it this summer, and my brother thought it was hilarious that the limit was such a specific & unusual number, so we took a picture! now i have it because it's funny + strangely aesthetic (driving at night is my favorite aesthetic, actually, the brave girls "after we ride" mv gets me like no one else does)

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation - purplekiss!! halloween + their latest comeback really got me back into their music (yet again) and i've been thinking about it all the time :) "encore" and "pretty psycho" and "sweet juice" and oh my godd their aesthetics are just so well-done!!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status - single! i'm constantly in love, though, having crushes is a major hobby for me. i thought that would go away once i started spending more time on other hobbies and coping better in general, but no i'm just like this, apparently!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job - teaching english literature & writing theoretical articles on education as a field :)

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app - youtube! i don't make videos or anything, but i just love being on it :)

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets - at my family home, yes!

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many - a cat and a dog! my dream is to get a snake, once i fully move out of my family home (my mom refuses to have a snake in the house)

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee - tea!! i love tea, and i actually don't drink coffee at all!

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor - chocolate w/ fudge or peanuts or anything more solid in it! i need chewy things in my ice cream or the texture feels WRONG

: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts - i'll just say anyone who wants to !! i really wanna hear about y'all's hyperfixations :)

random questions<3

my beloved @moonshapedbox tagged me in this <3

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav color - big fan of green!

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for - probably twelve years, I got into it because a girl I liked had one, and I wanted for us to have something in common lmao

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to - brazil, I think it's such an interesting country, and I love the climate, and china, because I want to try all the yummy food, and go see the northern plains.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s) I mostly just thrift my clothes, but I love sketcher sneakers, they are so comfy.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s) I'm a big fan of loona as most of you have seen and ichiko is up there at the top with them.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen - it's a forest, and on my table it's that iconic photo of yves with the loop t-shirt.

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation - I'm currently compulsively reading saw 2004 fic, oughh the angst it's too good 🙂‍↕️

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status - very single, and just existing tbh, idgaf about having a relationship rn, I have radioactive levels of trauma I have to go through just to feel safe enough to get into one.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job - probably any kind of job where I don't have to talk to people (goes into teaching like an idiot)

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app pinterest and spotify !! I'm really into neko atsume 2 rn

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets - nope, I live with my parents and they don't like animals :( I would like to have some kind of bug if I could though

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many - none

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee - big fan of tea, any kind, give it to me, I also drink lots of mate 🧉<3

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor - pistachio, since I was a child, I tried it because it was green lol

: ̗̀➛ tag at least three other tumblr accounts @sleep-tight-pupper @daerly-beloved @a-moth-to-the-light @kdramamilfs ! no pressure babes <3