#so i get out. miss whoever's at the door (im still stood in a towel with conditioner still in my fucking hair)

[elibeeline]

Nvm the luck today is terrible

[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

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Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, oral, fem receiving, I believe that’s it! If I missed anything please let me know.

You returned to the BAU that following week with a new outlook on the way things were going to go. You and Hotch had spent the entire day prior together, and you were hopeful of the changed he promised to make. You were off to Kentucky to aid a small town with a possible serial killer, and you arrived to the jet earlier than everyone else. Hotch was the only other person already waiting.

"Truth is, I'm not convinced it's serial," you sat down next to him, his body immediately turning towards you as you sat down.

"What makes you so sure?"

"Nothing to connect the two crimes. We're still going to check it out. Hey, I was thinking when we get back, we could spend some more time together," you weren't sure how to feel about his request, but you wanted to get to know him better if you two were starting fresh.

"Yesterday was nice, huh?"

He nodded, clearing his throat before his hand brushed yours lightly.

"It was really nice. I was sad to see you leave," you'd stayed until you were tired, so he dropped you off at your car and followed you home to make sure you made it okay.

"Well, my free time belongs to you if you want it," you said finally, before being joined by JJ and Reid. They looked between the two of you before sitting in the seats across from you, trying to judge your mood. You shot them a quick smile, and they relaxed slightly.

"The crimes are roughly 39 miles apart, there's nothing to geologically connect the two crimes other than an adjacent highway, which neither of the bodies were found near," Reid seemed to lean towards Hotch's original idea that they weren't connected, but Morgan and Emily joined you anyway and you were off to find out for yourselves.

"I've combed through every inch of this crime scene. Jane Hall seemed perfectly normal. Stripped of all valuables in the home. Looks like a home invasion gone wrong," you told Hotch over the phone, happy when he didn't second guess you.

"This is more organized, it took some planning. I don't see a connection, so you and Reid meet us back at the hotel and we'll regroup in the morning," you told Reid the plan and took off towards the hotel, getting your keys so you could freshen up before you had dinner with the team. You were wrapped in a towel when a knock came at the door, so you shrugged on the complimentary bathrobe and opened the door a fraction.

"You were right. Jane was caught in a home invasion. They caught the unsub trying to break into another home about thirty minutes ago," it was Hotch coming to compliment you for your work. It was more than you'd originally bargained for, being friendly with him. You tried to swallow your feelings for him, but it was growing more difficult every time he went out of his way to be kind. You knew better than to get your hopes up too high, but you were still able to appreciate his effort.

"I'm glad they caught him. I was just about to shower, we were all going to eat at the restaurant down the street," he nodded, staring a little too long at you to be innocent.

"I'll meet up with you before and we'll walk together," he decided, leaving you to contemplate where you stood with him as you locked the door behind you and climbed in the shower. The walls were thin enough that you could hear whoever shared the adjacent wall getting in the shower as well, the undeniable creak of the faucet. For a moment, you wondered if it was Hotch, and your thoughts ran wild imagining him in the shower, the droplets of water clinging to his skin, hanging from his lashes. You hoped he thought about you too, because every dirty thought you had starred him, and selfishly, you had always wanted to be the one he fantasized about.

You finished your shower, listening for any clues as to who shared your wall when you heard him answer the phone, and you immediately knew it was Hotch.

"Things are going okay, Dave. We're getting along. Your advice worked."

You knew he was talking to Rossi, who had stayed behind to deal with some personal things. You were shamelessly eavesdropping but you knew he was talking about you, there was no one else it could be.

"I hope I'm not taking things the wrong way, but I think she still likes me. I may have a chance to—" you could no longer hear him, because he walked out of the bathroom. He seemed excited by the fact that you still liked him, so you were hoping he had the same things on his mind as you.

You searched through your bag, opting to wear a tank top and jeans to dinner, showing just enough skin, nothing too extreme. He'd notice either way, and you were praying he acted on it.

You'd just pulled on your shoes when there was another knock at the door, and Hotch was waiting for you. You grabbed your key and your purse and followed him down the hall, his gaze heavy on you while you waited for the elevator.

"My room is right next to yours," he told you, stepping into the elevator.

"Oh yeah? I'll try not to be too loud," his eyes were dark and the tension was thick. You were already wound up from thinking about him showering, and now he was so close, and his cologne was dizzying your senses.

"By all means, be as loud as you want," he encouraged, leaving you breathless at all of the things he could possibly mean. You didn't get to respond because JJ and Reid were waiting for you in the lobby. JJ was at your side in an instant, her eyes darting between you and Hotch. You knew she'd want an explanation but truthfully, you weren't sure what to say. Things had been different in such a short amount of time that you hadn't had the chance to process any of it. Hotch excused himself to answer his phone, and you had a minute to explain to JJ what was happening.

"We just agreed to be friends is all. Things are a lot smoother now," she nodded, but needed further explanation, which you weren't ready to give just yet. You wanted to keep your Unit Chief's secret feelings for you confidential until you could figure out exactly what was going through his head.

"His eyes haven't left you this entire time," JJ mentioned, and as if on cue, Morgan and Emily were joining you so you could make the short walk to the restaurant. JJ and Reid sandwiched you in, asking endless questions about the change in Hotch's behavior.

"We agreed that if I came back, he'd treat me like everyone else. That's all it is," he was a safe enough distance in front of you that you were sure he couldn't hear.

"I'd believe you if there wasn't obvious tension between the two of you," Reid replied, so evidently neither of you had been very subtle. You hadn't seen Hotch for most of the day, so you had no clue how he'd acted around everyone else.

"Can we just get through dinner? Please?" They finally gave it a rest and you were grateful, and to avoid their questions throughout dinner, you sat directly beside Hotch, your shoulders practically touching you were so close. He didn't seem to mind, in fact, he pulled the chair out and offered it to you before you ever had a chance to touch it.

"This is fun," he whispered while everyone else was lost in conversation.

"Letting them wonder? Yeah, I'm enjoying it myself," you said back, sharing a quiet laugh with him while everyone else was clueless.

"I was scrolling through the TV guide before I left. Dirty Dancing comes on tonight," you were a sucker for older cinema, and Dirty Dancing was one of your favorites.

"Good eye, Hotchner," you winked back, earning a smirk from him in response. You hoped it was an invitation to watch it with him; why else would he have mentioned it to you? You pondered throughout dinner, despite the blur of conversation happening around you.

"Want to go out tonight?" JJ asked you and Emily, and Emily quickly agreed, but you told them you wanted a quiet night and you weren't feeling up for it. They let it go, because everyone was tired, but you had a secret rendezvous that you weren't going to be late to.

Once everyone made it to the hotel, you all went your separate ways. You swapped your denim for a pair of shorts and waited for the knock on the door that would surely come; when it did, you weren't even slightly surprised.

"I brought snacks," he had an arm full of vending machine delicacies, sitting them on the table before you were able to fully take him in. He'd switched his suit for pajamas, black pajama pants hanging loosely on his hips.

"You're right on time, it's about to start," you had already found the proper channel, so he took one side of the bed and you climbed on the other, leaning back against the headboard so you could finally start to unwind after working all day.

"JJ and Spencer are onto us," he said softly, and you shrugged, because you knew it too.

"She definitely suspects something," you agreed with him, but you didn't care. You'd spent far too long dancing around your feelings to start hiding them again. As long as Hotch felt the same way, you had nothing to hide.

"I was thinking we could go out for dinner when we get back home. Just us," he clarified, and you gave him a short but eager nod, leaning against his shoulder slightly as the movie played.

"I'm really glad we decided to give being friends a chance," you could see yourself hanging out with him all of the time; using your free hotel nights to sneak off with him, or going out to eat when you weren't on a case. You had envisioned it for early two years before he got on board, and now your mind was reeling with possibilities. You knew nothing about your arrangement would ever be normal, but you didn't have anything to lose.

"I had more fun with you yesterday doing nothing than I've had in a long time," he sounded optimistic about the future of your friendship, and you were filled with glee to hear him admit he had a good time with you. You could really show him a good time if he was up for it, but you'd let him initiate anything beyond what you were doing now.

"Look at us now. Everything else seems a hundred miles away," you weren't worried about a single thing beyond your hotel room, all that was on your mind was the man beside you, who was more than relaxed. He looked perfectly content, propped against the headboard, his arms outstretched beside him.

"We should do this every chance we get. I'd be really happy if our days off looked like this," you l could feel the butterflies in your stomach, and you briefly wondered if he was as nervous to open up as you were. You'd dated before, but you'd never taken any of your relationships seriously because your job required your full attention. With someone who understood that, a relationship and a future didn't seem so far fetched.

"I could live with that," you replied, making sure he knew you were both on the same page. The anticipation was killing you because the entire mood had shifted; you were entering new territory, his eyes raking over your body had you heating internally beside him. You were going mad waiting on him to give in to the temptation.

"Let's do it then. I really enjoy spending time with you. I'm sorry it took me so long," he offered you his hand, so you laced your fingers through his and tried to settle your nerves. You couldn't believe you were close enough to be touching him after wanting him for so long.

"Doesn't matter. You're here now."

You took a bold leap and leaned into him, relaxing at his side as the movie played in the background. It was evident by his frequent glances in your direction that he couldn't care less about the movie. He'd rather steal glimpses of you when he thought you weren't paying attention.

"I think I figured out a way to make it all up to you," his voice was like silk in your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your jaw. He delivered a series of feather light kisses to your neck, using his free hand to cup your face before he let his lips linger over yours.

"Tell me," you breathed, but his lips were already smashing against yours; you felt weightless as his tongue slipped past your teeth to tangle with your own. His hands were reaching to bring you on top of him, straddling his waist as he sat up slightly. He used his hands to guide your hips against his dick, already stiff beneath you. It was just enough friction to leave you wanting more, and you wouldn't be satisfied until his hands had covered every inch of your body.

"You're so fucking hot," his filter was long gone, replaced by a filthy, lust driven man that needed you now more than ever. You were powerless as he slid your shirt over your head and tossed it behind you, letting his hands travel upwards from your waist to the band of your bra, his fingertips dancing across your skin. You could feel him throbbing against your thigh; he was desperate to be touched by you. Your bra was discarded to the floor and he leaned forward, cupping your breasts as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, first one and then the other, tweaking them with his fingers once they were stiff beneath the heat of his mouth.

"I've wanted you for so long," he secured his hand at the small of your back before he flipped you over, laying you down flat. His mouth sucked warm wet kisses against every part of you, from your shoulders and chest all the way down your stomach. He drug your shorts and underwear down your legs in one fluid motion before he spread your legs apart, groaning when he saw what a mess you were between your thighs.

"Look how wet you are," he slid a finger between your slick folds before he brought it to his mouth and sucked it clean, a satisfied hum escaping his lips as he lowered himself between your legs. His finger lightly teased your clit until you were bucking your hips for more. His strong arms pinned you to the mattress as he used his fingers to spread you open, exposing your clit, swollen and dripping with arousal. You watched him lightly brush his thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it gently like you were the most delicate thing he'd ever had his hands on.

"Looks like you're sleeping in my bed. These sheets will be soaked by the time I'm finished with you," without a moments hesitation, his fingers were replaced by his lips, sucking furiously at your clit as you bit back a scream. His tongue was slow and precise against you, slowly flicking it as your arousal dripped down your thighs. You were frozen in ecstasy, your head against the pillows as he fucked you with his tongue.

"So close," you panted, your back arching off the bed as you saw stars; your orgasm was so powerful that your legs shook beneath his grasp.

"Such a good girl," he kissed your clit and you did little to surprise the moan that came directly after. His eyebrows shot up before he kissed you again, his tongue slipping past his lips to wrap around your clit teasingly. It was an overwhelming sensation, but you yearned for more.

"Will you do that again?"

You watched his lips curl into a grin before he did as you asked, rutting his hips into the mattress for relief as you shuddered under his touch.

"You're clenching around nothing, baby. You must be desperate," you could feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, so you propped up on your elbows to watch him, your mouth slightly agape as he slipped a finger into your soaked center.

"I can't help it. Just feels so good," you could barely form a sentence, you were in a trance as he brought you over the edge once more, lapping hungrily at your clit through your orgasm. He slipped another finger into you, thrusting gently, tenderly, so he could feel every second of you constricting around him.

"I'm obsessed with making you cum; you just look so pretty when you're needy like this," you brought your hands to the back of his head and guided him back to your clit, watching him moan into you without abandon. You were experiencing the most irresistible man you'd ever met, drowning in desire for him as he made you come effortlessly. Your legs shook as his fingers pumped agonizingly slow in and out of you, making you frantic for more.

"Fuck me please," you begged, you couldn't stand it anymore, you had to know what it was like to be filled by him.

"Gladly," he chuckled, already working to slip his pants past his ankles. He got to his knees and used the tip of his cock to tease you mercilessly, coating his member in your arousal. He tucked your knees together and pressed them halfway to your chest, holding you securely in place as he slid into you, a string of profanity falling from his lips.

"More," you cried, but he shook his head and slid out of you completely, watching you whimper at the loss of contact.

"You're so impatient baby. Don't worry, I'm going to make sure you're fucked properly. You'll never be unsatisfied again," he brushed your hair away from your face before he slammed into you, making you cry out in pleasure. You felt him go completely still as he sank as deeply into you as he could go, his breathing ragged and shaky.

"Hotch, please," the tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you begged him to fuck you; you were already at his mercy, more smitten than you should've been.

"I've never felt anything like this before," he mused, rotating his hips slowly, his hands on either side of you, brows pulled together in concentration. Everything about him was sexy, from the way his muscles were flexed in the lamplight to the way his chest tightened when he bottomed out in you, you were enthralled with everything about him.

"I'm yours if you'll have me," you promised him, and he ducked forward to smother you in affection, the new angle enough to have you exploding with pleasure in seconds.

"You'll never want anyone else as long as you're with me," he assured you, and you believed every word, because you knew he'd always take care of you. Now that your feelings were out in the open and you were done being abrasive with one another, you felt more connected with him now than you had anyone else. The misplaced rage that used to fill his eyes had been replaced by a man hellbent on making sure you stuck around. It was a drastic, sudden transformation that had you on your toes since it happened, but he knew how you felt, and he had no reason to hide his true intentions anymore.

"I never wanted anyone else to begin with," he slammed into you, bringing your mouth to meet his urgently, his hands tightly gripping your wrists, pinning you to the bed. It was something you weren't expecting, but it thrilled you nonetheless. You felt the control he had radiate throughout the room and you could tell he was getting close. His thrusts became more urgent, smacking against your hips loudly, echoing throughout the room.

He came shortly after, his fingers lacing through yours as he bent down to kiss you once more. Truthfully, you weren't sure how to feel now that you'd slept with him; you were already afraid of losing him. Your friendship was still in the beginning stages and you'd already slept together, which could potentially complicate everything.

"What's wrong?" His hand cupped your face, worry behind his chestnut colored eyes.

"What happens now?"

He slid out of you and laid down beside you, his fingertips absentmindedly tracing patterns on your shoulder.

"Well, I assumed this meant we're only sleeping with each other from now on," you could hear the disappointment in his voice, because he wasn't sure what you wanted.

"Obviously, but we're just now starting to be friends.”

He leaned forward and kissed you before you could think anymore about the endless possibilities. You mentally weighed the risks and decided they were worth it, even if you only got to have him for a little while.

“Are you comfortable with me? Because I feel safe with you, and I wouldn’t change anything. I don’t regret it.” He tone was as serious as usual, but you knew deep down, even if he wouldn’t say it, he was already afraid of losing you too.

“As long as you don’t think it’s too fast. I don’t regret anything either.”

He shrugged, his gaze fixated on your lips.

“There’s no such thing as too fast, not with you. This feels more right to me than anything I’ve ever had before.”

You were completely satisfied with his answer; it eased the majority of your worries. You wanted to be afraid of what the future would bring, but you couldn’t be, not when he looked at you like you were the most incredible person he’d ever seen. You should’ve seen the signs before now; the broody, tired sexual tension angle that had fueled his mission to despise you. Now that his guard was down completely, he was vulnerable, willing to give you anything you desired.

“Come here,” he guided you to straddle him, and your lips immediately found his, your hands rooting in his hair. He tried to bite back a moan when your tongue slipped in his mouth, but you heard it, and it ruined you. You could feel his dick beginning to stiffen against your backside, and his hips rutting against yours for friction.

“I’m sorry it took us so long but I’m so glad you’re here now. Truly,” his voice was gravelly as he sat up with you, leaning against the pillows so he could look at you.

“Me too. Nowhere else I’d rather be,” you whispered, letting him reach between your bodies to tease your clit with his fingers. He groaned when he felt what a soaked, slick mess you were already, so you lifted your hips slightly to give him access to your center.

“Ride me?” It was a desperate plea that you were happy to oblige, so he lined up with your entrance and watched you sink down on him, his eyes fluttering shut. It was stupefying, the way he made you feel whole without even trying. You had no clue how much you’d been missing out on. You were grinding your hips against him, rotating slowly enough that you could feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, hungry for more. His hands gripped your ass harshly as he slammed into you from below, no longer able to hold back.

“You feel incredible. I can’t imagine feeling like this with anyone else,” he confessed, so you leaned forward and used your hands for support, slowly bouncing on him, watching as his dick slid in and out of you. It was breathtaking, watching him fill you up completely.

“Feels unreal almost. Maybe that’s because I’ve wanted you for so long,” you were slowly grinding your hips, your walls clenching around him as you got closer to your climax. He sped things up, wrapping his arms around your waist so he could thrust into you from below. His hips pounded rapidly against yours and then your knees buckled and your vision went blurry as you tried to recover.

“So gorgeous,” he said softly, almost to himself, but the words filled you with adoration because you realized he’d seen you all along. He’d been so terrified to let you in because he knew he’d be done for when he did; and he was. You’d never seen anyone look at you the way he did, eyes half lidded, hazy and sensual as he bottomed out in you. His lip was pulled between his teeth as you trailed open mouthed kisses on his neck, making him shudder beneath you. You found his rhythm and worked with it, meeting the perfectly timed rotation of his hips with your own. It was melodic and it made you feel more connected with him than anyone else.

He spilled into you, panting your name as he hugged you tightly, bringing you to lay on his chest. You could feel the pounding of his heart as he tried to steady his breathing.

“I was serious about you staying in my room tonight,” he mentioned, and you only pulled him in tighter.

“Let me get dressed,” you tried to get up but his arms held you in place.

“In a minute. Stay right here for now.”

[butterflyyeo]

jealous

pairing — han jisung x reader

genre — angst (?)

tw — slightly suggestive (?)

wc — 3035

a/n — yall idk wtf this is im trying my best to get better at writing angsty (???) stuff so im really sorry if this is absolute trash T^T. feedback is appreciated !!

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you hadn't seen your brother, chan, for a long time, six months to be exact and of course you missed him dearly. when he called to tell you that he was coming home for a while you nearly cried of joy, however, the happiness faded when he mentioned that he'd be bringing his band mates, that meant changbin... and han jisung.

it wasn't exactly a secret that you didn't get along with jisung, and you never knew why. he always just irked you a bit, and on purpose too. it was constant bickering between the two of you, fortunately, chan and changbin had learnt to tolerate it. speaking of changbin, you actually quite liked him and he was rather fond of you too. chan knew this, in fact, chan saw all the underlying tension between you and the rest of 3racha. he was thankful that he was your brother, but he didn't have to intervene, he was fully aware that you could handle these things on your own. unless of course you asked for help, and in that case, he would go to war for you.

a sturdy knock hit the door a few times and you ran to the door, unlocking it.

"channie!!" you leaped onto him and hugged him tightly. he dropped his bags down to the floor just so he could hug you back. "i've missed you so much!" you said as you hopped down and picked up both of his bags.

he grinned, "i've missed you too, y/n."

your smile dropped almost instantly as you saw jisung leaning against the doorway, a smirk across his face that just made you want to slap him. faking a smile, you greeted changbin, "hey changbin! good to see you." he gave you a sincere nod and smile before picking up his suitcase. "now chan, shall i put these in the guest room?" you asked, chan was already going through the fridge, looking for food.

"mm." he mumbled. you took it as a yes and heaved his bags to the guest room, dumping them beside the bed. as you turned around to help changbin with his luggage, someone blocked your way.

"you didn't say hello to me?" jisung questioned, though, it sounded more like a statement.

huffing, you responded, "why would i?"

"because you love me," he said as he leaned in close. "and you missed me."

"you must be confused." you shrugged and pushed past him. that was too close for comfort. you thought as you walked out and picked up changbin's last bag.

"hey y/n," chan began, "what's for dinner?"

you sighed, "i'm gonna have to go shopping chan, i don't have enough food for all of you." you went to put your shoes on and a jacket too, since it was getting late and more chilly outside. "who wants to chauffeur me to the grocery store?" you joked.

"anything for you, my love." jisung said teasingly as he held his hand out to you.

"uh, i'd rather not." you swatted his hand away. "c'mon changbin, let's go!" you said while dragging changbin up from the sofa. he groaned, but honestly he didn't mind so much. he was just being a big baby.

the car trip was short and quiet, mainly because changbin was tired from all the travelling they had done to get to your house. plus, their schedule has been so full lately, they were lucky to have this time off.

wandering through isles, you began picking up ingredients and placing them intro a trolley.

"you really missed us?" changbin began, "me and chan of course..." he trailed off but a playful smile tugged at his lips.

"of course i am! jisung on the other hand..." you rolled your eyes, pushing the trolley along.

he chucked, "you really still hate each other? after all these years?"

you huffed, a little too obnoxiously, "yes. i do still hate him. and i'm sure he despises me too. i don't even know what it is... it's just... the way he treats me. he acts like he deserves my friendship, which he doesn't. it's something you earn."

"remind me to never piss you off." changbin laughed as he put a bag of chips in the trolley.

once you had everything you needed you put it through the register, changbin insisted he paid, since you were letting the three of them live with you.

shortly after you arrived home, you began cooking. while he wasn't the best, changbin offered to help as best he could. you actually thought it was really sweet. he passed you utensils, condiments and he even set the table.

meanwhile, chan was fast asleep in the guest room and jisung was showering in the provided ensuite. you turned to changbin and high fived him, "we're all done! i should wake up chan. you can start eating if you want." proud of his efforts, changbin sat down and began to eat.

gently pressing the door open to the guest room, you whispered, "chan? dinner is ready." you walked over to him and was about to softly shake him when jisung walked out of the bathroom, only a towel around his waist. his tousled wet hair dripped little drops of water down his chest and it was rather overwhelming to see him so exposed.

contrary to your thoughts, he couldn't care less, he enjoyed watching the way you panicked and blushed heavily. if this is what it takes. he thought.

"oh! um, jisung. i'm so sorry, i was just coming to tell chan that dinner is ready, i should've knocked or-" you blurted out in a quiet voice, weary of chan waking up.

jisung let out a low chuckle, "it's fine, y/n. i'll wake him up once i've dressed."

"thanks," you said as you went to leave, "wait... no snarky comment?" you puzzled.

he said nothing, just winked at you as you closed the door.

you joined changbin at the dinner table, sitting across from him. "how's the food?" you asked as you took a bite for yourself.

"y/n it's amazing! you're seriously a great cook. man, i wish i was this good." he said as he took a small bite of the spaghetti you had prepared.

at that moment, chan dawdled out the door and jisung closely behind. they joined you at the table and also began eating.

"don't worry about it binnie, i can teach you to cook, years of living on my own without chan seems to have payed off a bit." you joked.

"binnie?" jisung questioned the nickname you had given to changbin, whilst changbin sat there furiously blushing. he tried to hide it by lowering his head but that honestly seemed it give it away more.

"sounds cute." you shrugged, not thinking much of it.

chan cleared his throat, "okay so here's the plan for tomorrow," he began, taking another bite of spaghetti, "changbin and i have to go talk to JYP about an upcoming show we are doing, so we could be gone all day with that. there's lots to plan."

"wait a second, why am i not going? i'm apart of 3racha too." jisung stated.

changbin replied, "did you get the email from him?"

jisung shook his head, "well, no but-"

"then you're not coming." changbin grinned cheekily, knowing this upset jisung.

when everyone had finished with their meal, changbin stood up and collected all the dirty dishes, only to begin washing them in the sink. you quickly tried to stop him, "oh, changbin! don't worry i can do that." you said as you tried to take over, but he refused.

"no. you won't. dinner was great! you've done enough for today, if we are gonna be living here for the next few weeks then i might as well be of some use." he smiled at you before nodding to the tv, signalling for you to relax.

tired as ever, chan come over and kissed your head goodnight before going back to sleep. by now it was nearly 10pm, you had a late dinner but that was because they arrived later than expected.

you sat down on the sofa and began browsing movies. you decided to watch your favourite, even though you've seen it a million times. once he was finished with the dishes, changbin joined you on the sofa to watch the movie, you quickly filled him in on all the little details of the plot.

jisung was still sitting at the dinner table, scrolling through his phone, he was contemplating coming to join the two of you in watching the movie, but decided against it when he saw changbin put his arm around you. rolling his eyes and scoffing a little too loud, jisung stood up and went to the guest room he was sharing with chan. he tried his best not to slam the door but somehow that didn't happen.

"huh, wonder what's up with him?" changbin asked, looking at the door wide eyed. "i'll go check, sorry, i'll be back in a sec." he followed jisung into the guest room, you heard changbin quietly ask if he was okay.

what started as a whispered discussion soon became a hushed argument, you were worried that soon they would start yelling at each other. luckily chan was a deep sleeper, he also slept with earphones in, so you were pretty sure he wouldn't hear any of it.

the minutes passed and their quarreling continued, you debated going in there to try and make some peace but you decided against it, this seemed to be something personal between the two of them. instead, you switched off the tv and the lights, and went got ready for bed. as you were about to close your eyes you heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door opening and closing. whoever it was, you knew they could take care of themselves, they were both adults and probably just needed some space.

when you woke up, it was around 7am. you quickly threw a hoodie on over your shirt, feeling a bit cold and walked into the living space to see changbin, sleeping softly on the sofa. it only just occurred to you that there wasn't enough beds for all of you in your current living situation.

you gently peeked into chan's room to see him sprawled out, sleeping a deep sleep. you smiled to yourself, knowing that he got all the sleep he deserved. the empty bed in the room didn't go unnoticed however.

it was jisung who left last night. and he didn't seem to be back yet.

slightly worried, you decided to cook up some bacon and eggs for when the boys woke up.

"morning y/n." you turned around to see changbin leaning against the kitchen counter.

you smiled, "morning! sorry if i woke you up, i'm just making some breakfast, you've probably got time to shower if you want to before you eat."

"serious? man, what did we do to deserve you?" changbin said looking at you sincerely.

you laughed lightly, "nothing, now go! and please wake chan up when you get out."

he just chuckled as he walked away and closed the guest room door behind him. you wondered if you should make enough breakfast for jisung, would he be back soon? if he wasn't, he could just re-heat it, you thought.

the last few pieces of bacon finished cooking so you begin buttering the toast, you made a lot knowing that chan has a big appetite and there was a good chance they wouldn't have time to eat today. your train of thought was interrupted once again by changbin.

"anything i can do to help?" he asked, he was dressed quite smartly, but you understood as he was going to console with JYP himself.

"nope! i'm just about done, plus, you wouldn't want to dirty your clothes," you said as you began serving breakfast.

"ah okay, i woke chan up, he wanted to have a shower so he shouldn't be too much longer." he said, "can i?" he asked, pointing to one of the cups of steaming hot coffee you set on the counter.

"of course!" you said. a question burned in the back of your mind and you wondered if you should ask or not. "uh, changbin..." you began.

changbin knew exactly what you were about to say, "he's okay, y/n. he just wanted some space." his eyes stared at the wall blankly. there was more to this than needing space.

"so.. why was he upset then? you guys had a pretty heated argument.."

changbin's eyes met yours, "i'm sorry you had to hear that." he took a sip of coffee, "we just had a bit of a disagreement, it happens all the time... you see, the thing is-"

"good morning to my favourite people!" chan said as he waltzed out of the guest room, also looking rather sharp.

you and changbin smiled at his enthusiasm, "morning!" the two of you chimed back.

"breakfast made? hot coffee? you seriously are the best sister in the world! it's like we're staying at a five star hotel." chan said picking up a mug of coffee.

you laughed, "i'm your only sister."

he shrugged, "still the best," he took a sip and hummed, looking around the room, "hey, where's jisung?"

"i don't know. i heard him leave last night." you said, placing two plates of food at the dinner table.

chan sent a red hot glare at changbin, knowing exactly why jisung would've stormed out. changbin looked away sheepishly.

"okay, well, breakfast is ready! eat up, you guys have a busy day." you said sitting down in front of a plate.

chan and changbin began discussing things for later with JYP, while you just sat their mindlessly eating your breakfast. you still couldn't help but wonder where jisung had went, and why he wasn't back yet.

you had completely zoned out and was just picking at the scraps of your plate when chan spoke, "well that was seriously great y/n! what a good way to start the day."

you smiled at your brother, "ah, it's the least i can do, maybe you could ask JYP if you can dedicate a song to me in return."

the three of you laughed and you began to clear up the plates while the boys finished getting ready. shortly after, they said their goodbyes and closed the front door behind them. although the door muffled his voice, you heard chan say to changbin, "you seriously fought over that again?"

you sighed to yourself, what were you going to do all day? you decided to finish cleaning up and have a shower.

you let the water run until it was warm before stepping in, you had to remember to be mindful because you often got carried away and distracted in the shower and lost track of time.

which is, exactly what happened, before you knew it you had been half an hour. shit, you thought. as you wrapped a towel around your body, you remembered jisung and how you saw a little too much of him after he showered. you blushed furiously just remembering it. that's when you realised that your feelings for changbin were just a deflection of the feelings you have for jisung. you're ridiculous, you thought. he hates you, despises you, enjoys making fun of you. you quickly ruled out the possibility of him ever returning the feeling and finished dressing.

you spent the day multitasking some of your studies while watching movie after movie, trying to be somewhat productive. your stomach suddenly growled and you checked the time, "must be time for lun-" you said aloud, "oh, it's 5pm." you laughed at your silly sense of time and how you had got carried away all day. but you soon frowned, 5pm and jisung still wasn't back?

since the boys weren't home you made yourself a light meal and sat at the dinner table alone, listening to some background music. it was actually quite relaxing. the evening golden sun shone through the window as you finished eating. you quickly began washing up your plate, when you heard the door creak open.

"oh, chan you're home! i just finished eating, but i can make something for you and changbin just give me a min-" but when you turned around to greet them, it wasn't chan or changbin. it was jisung. "jisung."

"are you gonna admit that you missed me this time? or do i have to leave for longer?" he smirked but you just sighed in relief. you hated to confess that you worried you wouldn't hear his stupid comments for a long while.

you spoke quietly, "of course i missed you. i was worried sick."

"oh? worried now?" he toyed.

"yes, worried! i heard you arguing with changbin and then you left!" you exclaimed.

his face turned away at the mention of changbin's name, "well sometimes changbin and i argue, it's normal."

you scoffed, "that's what he said."

"he told you?" jisung asked.

"no, he didn't tell me what you fought about, but it would seem that it isn't the first time because i heard chan scolding him after they left this morning." you admitted.

"they're not back?"

you shook your head, "nope," jisung looked away, "look, i just had dinner but is there anything you want?"

"yeah." he began.

"what would you like?" you asked.

"you." jisung said bluntly, catching you off guard. "and changbin wants you too."

it all made sense now. "oh, i, i see.." you said, quite taken aback. "jisung, it could ruin everything, we'd be playing with fire."

"i don't care, y/n." he said taking a few steps closer.

"but, chan is my brother." you said.

"he's my best friend." jisung countered, coming closer again.

"what about changbin?" you asked.

"he's also my best friend." at this point, jisung was standing face to face with you.

"hang on a second," you took a step back, hitting the counter, "i don't owe you anything." you whispered, pressing a finger to his lips.

he smirked, "but i owe you everything."

[tomdiddlyumptious]

HEY ANON WHO SENT THIS, I COULD DO EVERYTHING BUT THE SMUT BECAUSE I NEED TO READ INTO IT AND LEARN SOMEMORE, I JUST REPLACED IT WITH CUDDLING!

Warnings: language, arguing? A lil violence to your wrist, weave grabbing and bodyguard running! NOT PROOF READ OR BOLD, IM JUST KINDA LAZY TODAY!

A/n: oh god what did I just write?

T.H| You Shouldn’t Go Out Anymore

We all know he is gonna feel some fuckin way y/n, don’t fight it” your friend said, sipping her cherrie slurpie after you all left the club.

“Well I don’t know what to say, I was fucking around with anyone I was just handlin my own” you let out a ‘tuh’ as you looked out the window.

“This is a man? You have been out since what? 6” your gay best friend stated, handing you your Reese’s as you only rolled your eyes.

“This is your stop, good luck babe, although you can most definitely handle your own” you opened the door as she pulled up, grabbing your stuff and hopped out the door, big ass mistake. You didn’t fall but your knees didn’t agree with you.

As your friends laughed you flipped them off and closed the door, fixing your purse as your heels clanked against the stone, you walked up to the door step, grabbing your keys and putting them in the door, before you could twist it was already opened by you great full.... angry? Boyfriend.

You jerked your head at him and came in the house, taking off your heels and going into your shared room, throwing them in the closet.

“Where’d you go?” He asked from the kitchen, soon angrily coming into the bedroom. “I got caught up in some traffic” “bullshit, where did you go?” “To the club? Why else am I wearing this?” “Why is your hair fucked up?” He asked, looking at your figure. You shrugged “I have no idea” you bit your lip as you walked up to the mirror attached to the closet, trying to unzip yourself. He stood there watching you with his jaw clenched, you could see him but you tried to ignore it your best, it wasn’t happening.

“Thomas what the fuck is your problem?” “My problem? Why are you out so fucking late!?” He raised his voice. “Why? I’m here aren’t I!” You yell back. “Why are you avoiding the fucking question, you fucking cheated didn’t you? Your a fucking slob” “A slob?” You cock your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “I AM SOBERRRR!” you yell at him, he only ignores you so you dance around him yelling “soberrrr! I am so soberrrr! What’s 2x2? Fourrrrr”. “Can you be serious for two minutes?” “Not when you don’t know what your fucking talking about, wanna know why I was really late?” You snapped back and he only nodded, you threw the Reese’s at his face “maybe I should’ve cheated on yo dumbass” “fuck you!”

“Haven’t you already? Unzip me” his face all scrunched as he walked up and unzipped you, you turning around and his face so close to your own “I went to the fucking store Thomas, they don’t sell snacks at the club” “did you drink at all?” “No thomas, there was just an achol free club where we all sing Barney, I love you, you love me” you smile, tilting your head to the side. “Well I’ve been sitting in this bed waiting for you” “then wait some more baby, wait some more” he grabbed your wrist pulling you closer, him towering you “look smartass, if you want to go bloody fuck around you can, just stay away from me, you don’t answer your phone, you stay out late, you have the fucking audacity to come home and try to talk to me as if I did something wrong?”

“No I’m actually talking to you like your dumb, because you are, get out of me!” You snatch your wrist back “next time you touch me I swear to god I will punch you square in yo fucking face” you take off your dress and grab your suit case, rubbing your wrist because it hurt, like hell. You know he wouldn’t ever hurt you and maybe he was caught in the moment but you were pissed. You took out all of your clothes and threw them on the side of your bed.

“Where are you going? You don’t have anywhere to go” Tom said, grabbing the clothes on the hangers and putting them back up. “Thomas put my shit down” and one thing you both knew, it is your shit, you bought it because you aren’t one of those types for when the time comes he takes everything that he bought for you.

He hesitated before he put it back on the bed “you aren’t leaving me” “I make my own decisions” you started to fold up your clothes as Thomas left, walking into the livingroom taking in what all happened.

You walked up to the door and slammed it, hissing in pain from the slight sting in your wrist, you only pushed yourself more by folding everything and throwing it in your suit case.

You set it next to the door and sat on the bed “fuck” you whispered to yourself thumbs on your temples and your hands rested on your eyebrows. it isn’t your fucking fault at all and you needed to know that but right now you’ve never ever had these kinds of fights with Tom, it was just about dinner or something petty. You ended up falling asleep.

You woke up and found yourself in the messy bedroom, hangers everywhere and suit case still next to the door. You grabbed your phone from your purse that was also on the floor, calling your friend, Imani.

“Yes” she said, you only bit your lip. “We had a fight” you went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, “I know” “how?” “It’s Thomas, and your sarcastic as hell” “well I’m leaving” “the house or the man?” “havent talked about it yet” “well you should, I got to go, text me the apartment though” you let out a hum and hung up, turning on the shower to a warm feeling.

You got dressed and flat ironed your hair sitting on your fluffy pink chair that matched your marble vanity. Then he walked in “hey” he whispered. “Hi” you said back, taking out the last section. “Are we like... not together anymore?” He asked, sitting on the bed watching you. “A break” you said, turning back to him as he nodded. “Can I ask why your doing your hair” “no Tom” “okay” his lips in a thin line.

You unpacked your stuff, getting comfy in your new but not replaced home. You were gonna move in with one of your friends at first but them you knew you wanted some alone time for yourself, you scrolled through your explore page on Instagram- stacked with zodiac signs and Evan peters, skinny girls in bikinis, generic ones.

As you scrolled through you thought ‘maybe I should- nah’ you looked in the closet looking at the small bikinis and the tight skirts and tube tops. Sooner or later the door opened revealing-

“Tye? What are you doing here?” You asked, your gay best friend entering. “I’m not the only one, and don’t come over here talking to me like I’m the enemy” “shut up” you stood up and gave him a hug, soon revealing Imani also. “You know for a fact that we was comin over, yo hair is poppin” she said “stiff where?” You shook it, silky.

Over the few days that you’ve been alone Toms been doing actually pretty well, he did miss you of course but he also did freak out and get mad that you weren’t accepting his calls, he didn’t know if you were safe until-

“Stop!” You laughed, currently in the Pool with the most smallest bikini EVER- the hot red just making your skin shine, your hair done, sunglasses on, teeth white, feet done nails done, okay? Everything is done, by your wallet to.

Tye and his muscular lil boo, throwing pretzels at you. “Have fun!” Ray said, “we didn’t take you here for no reason” Tye added both of them sitting down in the seats while you were in the pool, leaning your elbows on the brim “I know!” You lift yourself up, little did you know Imani was taking pictures of you, from behind of course, your ass the main course of the picture, everything about you was just so sexy, like you had a magnet on you that everybody needs to be attached to, but luckily that was Thomas. Did I mention it was a public pool? “Look at Jesus, he’s starring at you” everyone grabbed there black tinted sunglasses, making sure nobody could see yours and your friends eyes you looked. “Sexy” ray said, “nice and hairy, it’s time for a grown man y/n” Imani said, basically dissing Tom because it doesn’t look like he has any hair on his body ‘golden beauty’ as he’d call it.

“I don’t know, what if he’s like a hobo or something?” You said, coming up to Tye and laying down between his legs, resting your head on his pec. “Your right, he might be hairy in the business to” ray commented, making everyone laugh as Tye played with your hair. You smacked your lips as ray took out his phone “stoppp!” You said, knowing what he is doing to embarrass you, he made a boomerang of him zooming in on Jesus, but acting like he was recording himself. He labels it “JESUS?” and posted, making everyone else but you repost it on their story. “Y’all do to much” you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“What the fuck is this? Jesus?” Tom said, sipping his beer. Looking at Harrison who is trying to hold on a laugh “you might have to fuck some since into her if ya know what I mean” a chuckle leaving his lips. “She isn’t fucking around, just leave her be” Harry rolled his eyes, all Tom was doing is looking at him phone, every, single, day. “You think she likes him? Or might have sex with him?” “You are literally so bloody annoying, what do you think?” Haz glares at him. “Well I don’t know! Fuck! She wouldn’t” Tom didn’t even wanna think about it, having another hand on your neck, hearing you moan someone else’s name, opening your legs for someone else.

“Might wanna check her profile” Harrison shrugs, Tom nods and checks it, clicking on your story and finding you say “hallelujah” while your laying on someone, a chest. You soon flip the camera “put your legs down!” You slap them, making whoever it is chuckle, you zoom in on Jesus and end up getting caught, your phone drops as the story ends.

“Your fucked” Harry laughed “shut up!” Tom said, throwing the bottle cap at him.

“No this didn’t happen, I don’t believe it” you hide in tyes chest while everyone laughs at you “stopppppp!” You whine.

You smiled as you got in your tight dress, orange and spaghetti strapped that shows a bit of your side boob, you wore thigh high black boots, your hair flat ironed again, inches inches inches, lace front, lace front, lace front, Self love yeah? You put on your dangle earrings, lipgloss eyelashes just lookin so pretty.

“You ready?” Ray asked, coming in with his loose oversized shirt and jean shorts, converse, he looked good of course but never over top, it isn’t his thing. Tye on the other hand came with a black loose unbuttoned loose shirt and black dress pants, a new pair a j’s wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

Imani didn’t like dressing up so she came with a yellow ripped crop top and black cargos with some combat boots everyone’s hair done.

No drinking and driving, you all had money of course and you were planning on just taking care of yourself, so when you got there you just went to the bar.

Of course a lot of eyes were on you, all races all genders, but you could care less. “One shot of-“ “a Shirley temple, get this fine young lady a Shirley temple” Tye said, “we don’t need you losing your mind in here, y/n” “whatever but yes please”

“Of course gorgeous” the waiter winked at you. “Ooo” Tye said making you slap his arm “where is Imani and ray?” You asked Tye, he only pointed at the dance floor, the shoes helping both of them dance better.

“You should dance” “you and I both know I look like I’m getting electrocuted” he laughed as you got your drink, taking the straw and sipping it. “Can’t we like get a table or something?” You asked, Tye nodding and asking you to step forward, a gentle hand behind your back trying to keep the drunkies away.

About an hour in is when Imani started to party “IMANIS A LESBIAN?” you shouted, only enough for you, ray, and the to hear as they eye her on the dance floor. “Aw shit, here we go again” “private story activated” Imani just making out with the girl non stop.

“Oh fuck- we need to save her!” You say, watching as they giggle and record her. “Let her have her fun, she will just wake up in another girls bed and be happy” “she looks like she has an std” “how?” “She’s way to pretty” you laugh at tye “AH- HAIR PULLING? OH MY” “BAHAHAHA” you all scream laughing, Imani must of pulled to tight because that lace came off, as Imani pulled away and looked at her her eyes got bigger, she slowly lifted the lace compared to her head, “oh my fuckin god she’s gonna do it” “no she isn’t” “yes, yes she is” she ran off.

The lace in the air as she disappeared like a magician “OH MY FUCKING GOD” Tye posted it, you instantly took out your phone, biting your lip and seeing the missed calls, but ignoring it and opening Instagram, finding tyes private story and posting the post on your own.

“That’s sad, I feel bad for the girl” ray said, holding in his laughs as he looked at the and started cracking up. “We should’ve saved her-“ you got caught by heavy breathing “what the hell happened?” “Sis, you drunk forreal” you only shook your head “yo hair is lookin mad frizzy, let’s go sneak somewhere” you say getting up. “Look at y/n, sober but crazy” “shut the fuck up” you leaded them into this little space where the hallway is, not supposed to be there but fuck it. You found an iron “let’s get you back on track” you say, plugging in the iron “girl no” “it’s going to help” “that is hella ghetto” “you hair is lookin hella ghetto” as it got done heating up she took out her phone “look at her” “I’m making your hair look good, the fuck you expect? Hermiones bag so I can pull out a flat iron?” You picked up the iron and took her hair making the part straight first before pressing down. “Why y’all laughing?” You say looking at Tye and ray giggling in the background “you hookin her up that’s- that’s a good friend” and just like that, POW, her lace was lookin fresh.

“Now that we are here should we take some pictures?” Tye asked, everyone nodding as you set up your phone against the wall, everyone posing, you squatting, ray laying across all of you infront, imanis tongue out and Tye throwing up the finger, it went on for a while so the laughs were covered by the bodyguard walking in. “ Oop” “RUN!” Ray yelled, how the hell is you finna run in heels? Ray the fastest, Tye behind, Imani after him and you trying not to roll your ankles. “Get back here!” You don’t even now how but you made it infront of everyone, leaving them eating your dirt as you went to the exit “HURRY UP!” you yell “WE ARE FUCKIN TRYING! HOW THE HELL YOU RUNNIN?” Tye yelled, you opened the door everyone running out and you know behind them, the big ass guard almost catching you but you locked and shut the door, giving blowjobs did give you some extra skills.

You all ran to the car, hot and sweaty “I GOT IT ON RECORDD” Imani yelled making you all laugh. “You a real dumbass” you said, ray starting the car as everyone’s breath was heavy. You pulled out your phone on live, a lot of people entering “bitch we made it out!” “Sure did!” You switched the phone to behind the camera revealing ray and Tye in the front seat. “It was a crazy ass night” “I’m ready to take a fat ass nap” Tye joked. “Shit forreal, my piggies is killin me” you say giving your phone to Imani as you took off your heels. “Hold up- look at this” she said, putting her phone under yours showing your fans all y’all runnin and the big ass bodyguard getting dusted.

You sighed as you laid on your bed, already missing the night and taking off your dress after posting the pictures, which had the bodyguard in the back.

Buzz buzz

You saw the caller ID and huffed, rolling your eyes and leaving you in only your panties.

“She still won’t answer” Tom sighed. “Well did you expect her to? She just ran away from a bloody bodyguard she might be tired” haz said making a point. Tom only nodded his head looking at your recent pictures from the past few days, big pearly whites everywhere, ass boobs everywhere, just you everywhere. “Fuck it, I’ve called her and called her, I’m going over” “go ahead we aren’t stopping you” Harry shrugged “it might just be the best option” Sam nodded.

You turned on Cartoon Network but adult swim was playing, Robot chicken which actually scared the shit out of you. You heard a knock on the door, you mentally screamed and got up, going to your door but covering your boobs before answering the door.

“How did you find me” “I guess you could say your friends miss us together” Tom simply said, now looking down at your figure “is someone in here?!” He asked, voice slightly raised. “No thomas, come in!” You snatch him by his arm, he steps in and you close the door, not holding your boobs anymore you go to your room.

He follows you in your room, watching you as you put almost shirt. “You looked good tonight” “you were watching me huh?” He only walked up behind you taking the back of your neck and bending you over on the bed , pressing his self on you and reaching over to whisper in your ear “I guess” he pressed kisses to your neck, soft delicate ones as the coldness of his ring digging in your colored skin.

“Thomas what do you want?” You ask, clearly annoyed. His movements stuttered as he just sat on the bed, you stood back up straight and put on your shirt to sit next to him. He looks at you then down at the hardwood floor “I miss you” “and that was your way of showing me? You miss me or my body?” “I miss all of it” you put your legs up to your chest. “Really?”

“Yeah” he nods, turning to you “can I?” He asked and you nodded, he pulled you into a hug. “I love you and I was worried about you honestly, I have no idea what happened to me that night, I guess I was trying to hide me being vunrable” he whispered, your head on his shoulder as he speaked to you.

“Well I was just hungry ya know” you chuckle, making him let out a distant laugh. “I-yeah, it was a good chocolate” “you ate it?” “Yes I did” you both laugh. “But I seriously want to apologize, I don’t own you and you don’t deserve to be treated that way, at all. I love you, y/n” he whispered, taking your hand and playing with your fingers.

“I love you too” you look at him and he smiles, kissing your forehead to your nose and down to your lips. “Can we-“ “I’m tired, can we just lay down?” “Of course darling”. He helped you get rid of your makeup and you both laced down, both of you only on your underwear and your tops exposed, skin to skin as you both just admired each other, taking in each other’s scent and pressing kisses randomly as the tv ran in the livingroom.

[jenniferxprentiss]

The Press of Your Lips Against Mine (Everything Is Going To Be Just Fine) -> 1/6

JJ/Hotch; read it on ao3 here

The first time Hotch lets himself kiss JJ, they’re in a small hospital room while Emily is being operated on. They’re both in her room, a small thing with only enough room to fit a hospital bed and a couple of chairs, JJ pacing the floor and wringing her hands. She was distraught, didn’t want to show her worry in front of the rest of the team that was waiting in the family room. Hotch stood, caught JJ by the arm and pulled her into him, let his lips press insistently into hers, surprised when she melted into his touch.

hihihi, im back at it again w the fluff and kiss fics because I am SO SOFT FOR THIS SHIT. idk, hope u all like it!

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It felt like they had been waiting for days, time stretching and lines blurring in the sterile, white hospital room. In all reality, Emily had only been in surgery for around an hour, but JJ couldn’t seem to quell her nerves.

She couldn’t get the image of Emily’s lifeless form out of her head — the way her head lolled to the side when the gurney jolted, doctors running down the hallway and pushing her away, off to surgery.

With a shaky exhale, JJ stood again, unable to handle sitting down any longer. She was full of nervous energy, palms sweaty and body shaking, face soaked with tears that just kept silently falling. She tried to offer Hotch a small smile, something of solidarity and bravery, but her watery smile broke, eyes knitting together as her face crumpled again.

Damn it, she didn’t want to cry anymore.

The room was barely big enough for her to move around in, barely enough space to turn circles and pace, just enough room for the missing bed and two small chairs. She sighed, scrubbing her hand over her face as she studied Hotch.

He was perched on the edge of the hard plastic chair, elbows resting on his knees with a broken expression on his face. She knew he was taking this just as hard as she was — both of them overcome with so much guilt and devastation at the prospect of losing Emily, of having let Doyle win one last time.

“Jayje…” Hotch cleared his throat, sitting up a little taller and letting his hand graze the side of JJ’s arm. “Do you need some air?”

“No!”

Her response came quick, voice firm yet shaky, loud and a bit of something she didn’t entirely recognize in herself. JJ didn’t want to see the rest of the team — didn’t know if she had the strength to handle their questions and worry. She could barely keep herself together and functional, let alone the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry.” She stopped in front of Hotch, shooting him a watery half smile, unsure of what to say or do. “I don’t think I can. Face them, I mean. Not yet.”

Hotch nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. He knew it wasn’t entirely that, it was that JJ didn’t want to miss the call from witsec — didn’t want to be left out of the loop. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, couldn’t quite figure out the right words because truthfully, he didn’t know that everything would be okay.

He sat back in his chair, fingers tightly gripping his cell phone as they waited, JJ still pacing around the room and fiddling with her necklace. It was a locket, something small and silver and heart shaped that Hotch had recognized when she started playing with it, noticed the way it brought fresh waves of tears trickling down her face.

“This isn’t fair.” JJ’s voice was small, broken. There was a fear in her eyes and a shake in her voice, trying so desperately to stop crying, just for a minute.

Hotch shook his head, at a loss for words. It wasn’t fair that Doyle had done this, that Emily was fighting for her life on an operating table, that she was going to have to leave the only family she knew because of him, and the thought made his heart break and another wave of tears spring to his eyes.

“We’re going to have to tell the team.” His voice was solemn, face still as stoic as ever.

There was so much hanging in that statement, they both knew it. They were going to have to tell the team that Emily died, no matter the outcome, that Doyle had taken one of their own. They couldn’t celebrate if everything turned out okay — couldn’t rejoice and embrace and thank god that they had gotten to her on time.

“I don’t want to think about that.”

“I know.”

JJ continued to pace around the room, chewing absently on her fingernails. They were bitten down as far down into the nail bed as she could get, drawing blood with every nervous jerk of her hands. It was the only thing she could do to ground herself, to ease some of the nervous energy that the tiny, sterile hospital room seemed to only amplify with its crisp white walls and emptiness.

After what seemed like forever, there was a gentle knock on the door that echoed around the room, stopped JJ in her tracks and made Hotch sit up a little straighter in his seat. They stared at the doctor as he walked into the room, and JJ’s eyes immediately flickered down to the splatter of blood across the side of his scrubs.

“You’re here for Agent Prentiss?”

JJ found herself unable to move or think, eyes still laser focused on the splatter of blood and the gruff man’s voice. She was thankful when Hotch nodded, cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, eyes focused on the doctor with a small, polite half smile painted on his face.

“She’s stable, in recovery now. She lost a lot of blood and she’ll have a long road of physical therapy ahead of her… but she’s okay. We’ll bring her down here once she wakes up.”

Time felt like it was standing still, and JJ could barely recognize her own voice when she thanked the doctor. They were left in a tense, numb silence when the door clicked shut. The silence was truly deafening, JJ’s ears ringing as she felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her.

She staggered to the window, small and metal lined and barely big enough to see outside, but enough to ground her. Her fingers wrapped around the ledge, fingers shining with streaks of blood, her face crumpling as she tried so hard to stay composed. The relief and fear and guilt was too much, and she struggled to take a shuddering breath in, knowing that the sobs would follow.

Hotch was behind her, strong hand on her bicep, a feeling of comfort and strength and understanding. He knew how hard this was going to be for them — how much they were going to have to go through, unable to tell anyone else.

He pulled on her arm gently, pulled her towards him and brushed his thumb over the tears that continued to slip down her face — they had both been crying on and off since they found Emily. She let out a choked, strangled sob, one so full of relief and happiness, feeling her body melt into his, her hands grasping at his arms in an attempt to hold onto something real, something tangible.

She didn’t care that her fingers were staining the crisp white linen of Hotch’s dress shirt, didn’t care that she was leaning into his touch in a way she would never let herself for fear of breaking professionality. This was different, and nothing would be the same between them — between them and the team, for that matter.

“Jen…” His voice was watery, laced with unshed tears. “We’re going to be okay. Em is okay.”

JJ let her cheek lean into his hand, her fingers digging into his arms through the material of his shirt. There was a vague red flag thrown up in the back of her mind, that she shouldn’t be leaning into his touch or looking at his lips like that, but couldn’t bring herself to care. Not now, not with everything going on.

There was a tense silence for a moment, only the sounds of faint beeping from other rooms and JJ’s ragged, tear filled breathing between them. It was too silent, the room felt too suffocating, but they knew the moment they stepped out of there — stepped out of Emily’s hospital room — they would be planning a funeral for a friend they never lost, and Emily would be dead to the world.

In a brief moment of courage, Hotch felt himself lean down, lips brushing across JJ’s forehead before his eyes caught her lips. His free hand came to the back of her head, resting atop the tangled hair he found there, and pulled her into him, his lips covering hers in a gentle kiss.

She tasted of tears and the metallic tang of blood, her lips peeling and chapped, their lips fitting perfectly against each other’s. Hotch was surprised to feel JJ kissing back, fingers grasping at his biceps tightly.

After what felt like forever, they finally pulled apart, blushing and smiling shyly at each other. Hotch let out a breathy laugh, hand coming up to smooth out his hair before brushing the rest of the tears off of JJ’s face. There was no sense of awkwardness between them, as Hotch grabbed his suit jacket off of the chair and put it back on, JJ gazing at him with a small smirk playing on her lips.

It was better than tears, he reasoned to himself.

“We should go tell them… tell the team. Send them home before she’s out of recovery.”

His voice was firm, authoritative in a way that JJ appreciated in that moment. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to pull out the worst of the knots before grabbing a paper towel and wiping at her face, grimacing at the scratchy material. They were both stalling and she knew it — stalling because the moment they walked out of that room, things would never be the same.

Emily Prentiss was dead.

JJ felt a gentle hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the room and down the hallway, felt the sting of fresh tears in her eyes as they rounded the corner into the family waiting area. The rest of the team was in a similar state of disarray — wringing their hands and pacing and crying — and JJ felt her stomach knot up in dread at the news they were about to deliver.

There was the gentle tickle of dancing fingers on the small of her back again, bringing a gentle smile to her lips. Hotch was there. He knew. They both knew. They were going to be okay — everything was going to be okay because they were okay, Emily was okay. The world was falling apart beneath them but there were few small points of solace she could find.

Emily Prentiss was dead to the world, but not to them.

[bunnyramen]

I just would like to give a big Happy Birthday to @kalofi , shes officially an old woman we shall plan accordingly on which nursing home you have to go to.

All jokes aside, it’s a been good year as your friend and uh. I hope you like this! Happy birthday!!💕💕

——-

A figure rose up out of a bed that wasn’t his own.

Josuke didn’t sleep on a bed covered in a queen bed spread, his was Prince and the under sheet was purple.

“What the hell?” That wasn’t his voice either, it was a bit lighter than his own but still had a sort of gruffness to it.

He looked at his hands and noticed they were smaller than his longer piano fingers, and covered a bit more scars than his own.

Josuke looked around the room with eyes that also weren’t his own, well eye since one seemed to be blind.

There were some Bruce Lee, Prince, Queen, Elton John and Selena posters hung around the room.

And despite the gaudy curtain and muscle clock, whoever this was had some taste.

He pulled the covers off of someone and someones feet touched soft carpet, rising out of someone’s bed.

God, was this what it was like to not be 6 feet tall? Small like Koichi?

He touched at the hair framing his face, some of it white and some of it a bright red.

And he ran a tongue over the teeth in his mouth.

They were razor sharp!

“What the fuck?!” A voice screamed and the wall next to him was punched, telling him to shut up.

He didn’t recognize the voice.

Ok, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Speaking of attack, was this the work of a stand?

Where was the bastard? He had to neutralize him before he did some serious damage to Morioh!

But he couldn’t go anywhere in pajamas that weren’t his.

He went over to where presumed the clothes were, the dresser that had a boom box and plenty of boxes of tapes next to it.

He opened the first drawer and grabbed a white t-shirt with green accents.

He looked up on the wall and saw a picture on the wall, one of the kids in it was presumably the body he was inhabiting, judging by the hair and teeth.

Next to him was a angry blonde kid, who kind of looked like he got hit in the face with a hot shovel by his standards.

Maybe it was just the really ugly face he was making.

Luckily they were wearing school outfits, so he was able to figure out what he was supposed to normally wear.

A pair of green pants came onto his body next, a belt then a pair of purple socks.

He looked near the small closet in the room, seeing a pair of red Velcro shoes in front of them.

He figured it was time to brush his teeth and wash his face, and see what the hair situation was like,

He saw a large jar of hair gel sitting on the desk next to the bed and he grabbed it.

“Thank god, I didn’t wanna walk around with this hair all day.” His-er the kids inner voice said.

This was going to be weird since not only was his mom not here but there seemed to be more than one person on this floor.

Was he in a apartment or something?

Or some kind of dorm?

While he was thinking, he located the placement of a face towel and pulled a toothbrush from the boxes and boxes of toothbrushes in the kid’s closet.

He opened the door, peeking out into the hallway and seeing an empty get colorful looking ceiling and flooring.

He closed the door behind himself, thankful that he could be on his own while his mind was racing about where the fuck he was and who the fuck he was.

He went down the hall and got to an elevator.

“Must be some rich kid school or something.” He pushed the button for the second to last floor, figuring that was where the bathroom was.

Hopefully.

——

After asking another person than the original 2 he asked (that seemed to wanna chit chat), he finally located the bathroom.

He got in front of a mirror and finally got to see what the hell was he was working with.

He had to admit, the guy he was pretty handsome, at least he wasn’t stuck in someone ugly.

Like that Guy with that surface stand.

Or that little purple dude that he came across that kept chatting up with the girls in a gross way, he socked him one good with some kind of rock hand on his way here.

And it was weird since Crazy Diamond didn’t show up to punch the fucker for him.

Anyways, he did his hair in his usual pompadour, pretty much a second nature that it he got it done in less than 3 minutes.

While he waited for it to dry, he brushed his teeth and washed his face, having to periodically spit out bristles since they kept coming out when he gave these teeth a full cleaning.

He walked out of the bathroom but held the door open for some kid with a lightning bolt in his head since he was coming while he was trying to walk out.

“Woah! Trying a new look, Kirishima?” A pink girl with black eyes asked and he’d almost mistaken her for some kind of alien stand user but he didn’t sense anything from her.

“Uh haha, yeah! I’ll catch you later, Pink girl.” He laughed awkwardly, patting her on the back before he started to walk away.

He seems to be walking through a dining room, judging by the multiple people eating cereal.

God, he really missed his mom right now. He wondered what the other kid was like towards her. He hoped he got switched with someone nice.

“Your hair looks even more shitty than usual.” A low voice said from the end of the table he was walking past.

He looked to see the kid in the picture, hot shovel face.

“The fuck did you say about my hair?” A fire lit in his gut but it was pure hot red anger from himself , instead of the anger from him and his stand combined.

Bakugo took that as him not hearing what he said, so he said it again.

And that really set in stone was this body was about to do to him.

He punch him directly in the face, knocking over the cereal that was balancing in his spoon and ignored the gasps of the bystanders.

He would’ve went back for another but he was being pulled away by this really tall dorky guy.

He admitted to himself that the guy was pretty handsome.

“Eijirou, what has gotten into you?!” He pulled him away further as the blonde stood up with anger written all over his face.

“No one insults the hair of the man that saved me! No fucking one!” He tried pulling away from the nerdy dude but boy was he strong.

The lighting bold guy seemed to have to hold the other dude back from trying to let off some kind of explosion near him.

“Who saves you?” Mina looked confused.

“Look, My name is Josuke and that hot shovel faced asshole insulted the hair of the person that saved my life!”

“Josuke? Wait hold on, you’re saying your not Kirishima Eijirou.”

“No! I got switched with him by some kind of stand user or something! Now let me go so I can pummel him!”

“A stand?” Mina looked at him weirdly.

“Fuck.” He was hoping this “Kirishima” kid wasn’t doing anything weird with his body or messing up anything.

——

“So this is what it’s like to be tall!” Kirishima ran down the stairs of a house he didn’t at all recognize and was greeted by a rather tall purple haired woman when he reached the kitchen he presumed.

Maybe tallness ran in the family.

“Hello, Ma’am.” He waved at her nervously, not sure of who the woman was or who’s body he was in.

The lady picked up a knife, holding it towards Kirishima threateningly, the boy backing away.

“Who are you and where is my baby?” She said darkly, the knife glinting in the light.

“Huh?”

“Josuke never calls me ma’am. And he never comes down those stairs with his hair undone unless it’s a weekend.” The knife was getting dangerously close to his neck.

“I’m sorry but I’m not your son. I’m Kirishima Eijirou, and I’ve switched bodies with him, I think? I don’t what’s going on or who you are.” Either this Josuke kid could sweat a lot, or his sweat glands got transferred to this body.

“Switched? But where’s my baby?” She wasn’t holding the knife to his neck anymore but she still looked prepared to slice and dice him.

“I think he’s in my body. This could be the work of a quirk user or something, I’m not too sure.”

The lady fainted suddenly, the knife coming out of her hand and clattering to her floor.

“Oh fuck!” He was about to approach her to try and see if she was ok but a new figure bursted in, the door being unlocked by an outside force, probably a key.

“Josuke?” The new comer asked, his eyes shiny as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Hey man, it’s not what it looks like! She fainted, and I don’t know what’s going on!” God, was everyone the type to fight first and ask questions later here?

The guy came over in a few strides and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the motion alerting this really big pink guy that smelled oddly like strawberries.

“Crazy D, you know who this guy is?” The guy was really strong or something since he just shook him like a limp rag doll.

‘Crazy D’ looked at him with a weird glare, and the guy shook his head, shrugging with a confused “Dora.”

“What is that?” He pointed behind the guy, The Hand having been summoned at the mention of Crazy D.

“You’d know that if you were Josuke, and so since I don’t wanna cave my own boyfriends face in without giving whoever you are a chance, you got five seconds.” The guy robot he summoned looked ready to slice him in half too.

Normally, Kirishima would fight back but since he had no idea who he was, where he was, or what he was working with in terms of fighting back, he decided to bitch out just this once.

“I’m Kirishima Eijirou, I go to U.A, Im from Musustafa, I’m 16 years old, and my quirk is Hardening!” He flinched away when he felt that his explanation wasn’t good enough, but the punch didn’t come.

The guy let go of his collar.

“Alright, a stand user trying to actively kill us wouldn’t give himself away like that but I swear to god if you try anything funny, you’ll be having a talk with the hand.” The boy glared at him, making sure that hand thing was on stand by.

While the guy helped Tomoko onto the couch, Kirishima went to the nearest phone and dialed the number in.

There were a couple rings before he heard an energetic ‘Present Mic speaking!”

“Daddi-o!”

“Eijirou?”

“Yes!”

“Thank goodness! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m in this Josuke kid’s house and I have like no idea where I am!”

“You’re in Morioh.” The guy said from the couch, where he was helping Tomoko wake up.

“This guy said I’m in Morioh!”

“My names Okoyasu.”

“I’m with Okoyasu. Luckily, he let me speak before he tried icing me out.”

“At least we’re know you’re safe! The kid in your body, his name is Josuke and he’s actually a pretty nice kid when he stopped trying kill Bakugou. Something about his hair, it’s actually pretty cool, you should see it-”

There was a struggle over the phone and a brief ‘hey!’ Before he recognized his dad’s tired voice being put on the phone.

“We captured the villain. Luckily it wasn’t what this Josuke kid calls a ‘stand user’ otherwise it’d be up to you and you’re not able to control his stand.”

“Thank goodness. Dad, How soon can I get my body back?”

“Well, actually the quirk only lasts for a few hours and it should end right about now. Brace yourself.”

Kirishima dropped the phone from his hand and blacked out, he doesn’t remember hitting the ground.

“Hey, Kirishima!” He felt someone patting his cheek, trying to rouse him from his sleep.

He blinked his eyes, a blurry vision of pink and yellow coming into view.

“If your really Kirishima finish this phrase.” Sero said from above him, he could presume he was probably on the ground right now.

“Precisely.“ Kaminari started, Kirishima’s eyes lighting up.

“Damn, I’m late for school!” He sat up, actually seeing that the arms he was fist pumping were his and the friends he was looking at were his.

“Woah, hold the phone!” He looked up at his forehead and saw something blocking his view. “What is this?” Kirishima grabbed his pocket mirror, because he’s he owned a pocket mirror for just such occasions of keeping his spikes in order.

But it wasn’t spikes.

It was a pompadour.

“Yo Daddi-o, can I borrow your phone?” Kirishima asked Present Mic after his friends helped him off the floor and into a chair.

He called the last number, and it rung for a second before a voice he recognized answered the phone.

“Tomoko speaking?”

“Hello Mrs. Tomoko, I’m the kid your son switched bodies with. Sorry for the uh..trouble.” The redhead coughed.

“No trouble at all, as long as I have my son back in his rightful place and you back in yours. Would you like to talk to him? He says he’d very much like to talk to you.”

Kirishima heard Josuke whine to his mom to stop embarrassing him.

“Hello?”

——-

[voidselfshipp]

Future Days (Of You And Me)

Tw: injury mention,blood mention, food mention

Jerico x Joel

Ok to rb

Heavy steps make their way to a cabin,the snow its drowning any sort of noise,the clouds are grey, darkening as the sun sets further into the horizon,the wind blew mercilessly, the pine trees shook at mother nature Will.

Jerico dragged herself to an old cabin,the big windowpanes are shadowed and covered by the mist And the residual smoke.

A chimney, just snuffed out, heavy, heavy boots left ashen marks on the old oak floorboards.

Still, whoever that was they were gone, with the resting embers in the chimney, a Fire came to life,jeri rubbed her hands togheter trying to warm herself, as the Fire slowly came more and more to life.

Its dark outside, at this hour her mind gets the best of her, if it wasnt because of her pets.

Missy growls, the Manchester terrier stands up, pointing at the basement.

Jer tries to dismiss her but the dog insists running to the door,she grabbed her rifle and Ran behind her dog.

She found her licking the face of a Man, heavily wounded.

Jerico looked for any scratches,bitemarks,anything that could point to an infection.

Nothing.

The Man,whoever he was, was breathing heavily, his lungs werent working, and the injure on the left side of his temples was bad, very bad.

She carried him upstairs, leaving him near the Fire.

His life force was slipping through her fingers, she could feel it,Like water down a stream.

She got to work quickly, cleaning and tending the wound as much as she could.

The person that left probably had unfinished bussines with this Man.

She did the best with what she had, and so she scavenged for supplies.

Her hand couldnt help but wonder to the Mans face,brushing a strand of hair away from his face, she smiled softly and warmly, oh he was very handsome.

His pulse was very weak, his breaths heavy and shortened.

The chances of him surviving were Slim to none.

Yet she grabbed a can of food and cooked it, sitting him up and trying to hand feed him.

He could chew at least.

When he had eaten enough, she let him sleep on her sleeping bag.

She then Ate what was left with missy, and sat besides him, with her rifle in hand patrolling the área.

The night went on with false alarms, so when the smoky clouds cleared she packed up shop and carried the Man on her sled Back to her home.

A small cottage hidden in a Valley between two big mountains.

Yet a green garden grew, food, fruits and even a bit of livestock grew and lived in there.

She left him rest on her salvaged couch, changing the bandages.

Feeding the cows she then sat on the porch, missy curled up besides her.

From there you could see all the forest, the climb there was too much for an infected to climb up to, so it was her little piece of heaven, its early morning, the sun still rising over the mantle saying goodbye to the night and stars.

The wind started to pick up from a slight breeze to a strong wind.

She entered the house, starting a Fire in the chimney.

She sat besides the Man, guitar in her hand, the dog at her feet.

--If I ever were to lose you--she sang--

I'd surely lose myself

Everything I have found dear

I've not found by myself

Try and sometimes you'll succeed

To make this man of me

All my stolen missing parts

I've no need for anymore

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me....--jerico had to stop as the Man reacted to that song, sluggishly trashing around.

That song seemed to mean something to him.

So she sat there lost in her own thoughts, until lunchtime arrived,unbeknownst to her as her mind wandered off into dreamland.

She made food then, a warm stew for that windy windy day.

She served three plates.

One for the misterious handsome Man, anotherone for her,and of course one for missy.

She again tried to feed him, and I say tried because the Man kept on moving away like a child, maybe he was getting some of his consciousness back.

When she was going to drop the towel an idea popped in her mind, you could almost see the lightbulb turning on in her brain.

--Back when I was feeling broken

I focused on a prayer

You came deep as any ocean

Did something out there hear?

All the complexities and games

No one wins, but somehow, they're still played

All the missing crooked hearts

They may die, but in us they live on

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me...--And as she sang the Man seemed to be more calm as he ate, or well, munched.

She let him rest as she Walked upstairs to her room,or well art room.

Salvaged pencils,errasers and brushes, some of her best artworks were hanged all around her.

Her day ended doing the thing she liked the most.

Creating.

Eventually,jerico started using the Man as a model,it gave her a challenge, try and draw him as close as himself as she could.

Shed keep a Journal, were she kept track of his progress.

The Man eventually came to his senses,it took some weeks until he introduced himself.

He couldnt walk, or move from that couch,he could still bathe( with the help of jeri to at least take him to the bathroom)eat,and sleep.

But that was about it.

One particular morning jeri was eating breakfast on her porch admiring the sunrise, the dark mantle of the night, turning wine red as the Oranges and yellows announced and aclaimed the arriving of the sun.

Her pet curled up by her side.

Though a particular tune seems to distract her, a man,singing.

--All the promises at sundown

I've meant them like the rest

All the demons used to come 'round

I'm grateful now they've left

So persistent in my ways

Hey angel, I am here to stay

No resistance, no alarms

Please, this is just too good to be gone

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me

You and me

Days of you and me--by the time he was done singing jer had Walked back into the livingroom

-- thought you couldnt get up?--She sat besides him.

--well-- the Man said leaving the guitar besides him-- I couldnt help myself but to play, I missed the sound of it

A warm smile appeared on jericos face as she looked away -- howd you slept?

--havent had a goodnights sleep in a while..-- he answered.

--hm..--she grunted in agreement--i should...I should go and pick up some of the veggies on the garden...you can still play my guitar though...I dont mind

She stood up,as the Man stummed the chords.

--Joel

--what?--jeri who has walking to The door turned on her heel.

--My names Joel-- he said.

--nice to meet you Joel-- better late than never,she guessed.

After picking up the best of the vegetables she Walked in back to the kitchen, she could see that Joel was still playing, entretained by the guitar.

She tapped her foot along the way as she started to prepare lunch.

The Man however took his chances and explored the house.

Stairs were still tricky, but somehow he found his way into her art room.

--What.. the hell?--he asked to himself picking up one of the portraits she had done of him, and her Journal right Next to it.

One of the last entries had been written maybe a couple of days ago.

"The misterious Man is still reluctant to introduce himself, I do get it, in this world trusting is hard.

Yet I cant shake off this feeling whenever our gazes meet.

Hes pretty funny in his own Way,when he isnt resting I find him quite charming.

This is the last drawing I made of him, I wish I could find the courage to show it to him"

Joels factions soften chuckling at the fact that the woman that saved him was a huge softie.

--Joel!foods ready!

He put the drawing down and went downstairs to eat.

They sat across from eachother, he was kind enough to help her set the table.

They quietly chatter, Jerico asked him about exterior things of himself, she knew not to poke around in things she shouldnt,and Joel didnt say more than what he should.

Yet the conversation had a warm undertone that left the both of them with a smile on their faces.

Joel took a nap,and she locked herself up in her art room to try and organize her running thoughts and feelings.

He didnt trust anyone easily, nor did he let anyone became close, emotionally or physically.

But that same night the rattle of the Windows were too much,he knew he was safe and yet he couldnt help but Grab his blanket and go up jericos room to slip into bed with her.

--Hey.. jerico...can I.. can I stay the night here?

He felt like a kid again, but a happy feeling overcame Jim when she said Yes.

His back was against hers, he snuggled closer to himself.

Yet, the panicked sensation wouldnt go away.

So he did the best Next thing and hugged jeri.

--Watcha doing Joel?--Her tone was playfull, but he looked away nonetheless, and yet she snuggled closer--relax Man, just joking

He chuckled looking away-- the last time I trusted someone this much I...uh..

He heard her sigh--the scar?

--yeah the scar

--If you dont mind me asking.. what happened?

Joel sighed heavily, pulling her closer.

--i saved a chick,and ran with her to safety, turns out she had some unfinished bussiness with me...and so here we are ...

Jer Turned around hesitantly cupping her cheek,he leans in her touch hugging her waist--im sorry you had to go through that...

--on the bright side I wouldnt have met you..

Jeri chuckled and he kissed her.

Kissing back she caressed his hair, they spent the night cuddling away,singing togheter the song that brought them closer.

[mrsjokerphoenix]

Chapter 3- we always go back to the places where we were happy

summary- You a Rouge CIA had masterminded the plan for Joker to break out of Arkham Asylum. You planned to run away with him but destiny had other plans and he left with his former psychiatrist Harley Quinn. Breaking your heart and leaving you to pick up the pieces. You had left him behind and moved on and had only focused on building your empire but life was about to change once again.

A/N- sorry im dramatic and its a slow burner. No smut yet I just want it to be extra special between them and things with Joker are unpredictable so yea LOL Next chapter for sure! Let yalls girl know what you think! All comments welcome good and bad. 😊

All you could think about was getting home and pouring yourself a glass of wine. Youve been so busy with work you desperately needed me time. “Finally” as you turned the key to get into you apartment. Suddenly a cold towel attacked your face while an arm linked around your neck and everything went black.

You suddenly awoke confused and disoriented and tied up. “Where the fuck am I” you screamed at what seemed to be the biggest man youd ever seen guarding the door. “Get me the fuck out of here” pleading and looking around trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Sorry misses we have strict orders to keep you here until other wise told.” He said while maintaining his eyes straight ahead.

“I dont give a fuck what you were ordered to do! Do you know who I am?” You growned. “Ill have you killed! do you hear me?”

A million thoughts were racing through your head. Who could you have pissed off? Was I going to be killed. You were trained for situations like this but fear still overtook your body. “Calm down calm down and think.” You tried to tell yourself. You examined the room, it looked expensive but no windows. You’re only able to see one door. Great maybe theres a window in there. “Can I at least go to the bathroom?” You huffed at the guard. Not a single word was uttered as he walked over to you and unlocked your restraints. “There is no windows in there and dont try anything funny. Theres 2 guards on the other side youll never make it out of the building.” He warned almost as if he had read your mind. “Building?”you thought this was someone’s home.

Your feet hit the cold marble floors shocking you a bit as you walked to the bathroom. Once inside you ran directly to the toilet and barfed up clear fluids. “ how long was I out for?” You questioned. “ could if be the russians? Maybe the Saudis? No it cant be I have great relations with both sides.” You felt exhausted and whatever it was you knew you could talk yourself out of it. You splashed cold water on your face and gargled some mouthwash that was on the sink and made you way to the room.

As you were walking out there was knocking at the door. An older lady probably mid 50s and short silver hair, dressed impeccably handed the inside guard a black garment bag With Alaia printed on the front. A second guard brought in 3 boxes of shoes. One box readTom Ford , second jimmy choo and the third one Dior. Now, now you were really confused. “No no no, am I being trafficked.” You stood in shock as they laid out everything for you in the bed.

“The boss wants you ready by 9 sharp.” He ordered

“The boss? Wth is going on? Is this a joke?” A Nervous chuckle escaped your lips.

“No!” He said not very amused by you. “Please do as your told, everything else you need is in the bathroom closet, we’ll be outside while you get ready miss.” And out the door he went.

You walked over to the bed, middle finger grazing the bag. Intrigued you opened it. A beautiful vintage black long Alaia bandage dress with side slits. You backed away not being able to wrap your head around the situation. “Why this dress, why were they providing such luxuries” You sat against the bathroom door knees to your chest trying to sooth yourself. “I need to get out, am i going to be killed?” putting your head down on your arms. You always knew this job was risky but you never thought your time would come so soon.

7:45pm read the clock when you finally mustered up the courage to get up and get ready. You had it all planned as soon as whoever had you here let his guard down you would look for a phone and call for help. Faulty plan since you didn’t even know where the hell you were. “Lets do this” as you picked yourself up the floor.

Surprisingly everything you need was there. Almost as if they knew exactly what you used. Everything felt so eerie but you had to shake it off. You finally settled on a messy low bun with two strands of waves framing your face. A classic makeup look with red lips and the diamond studs and diamond bracelet that were discreetly placed under the garment bag which you didn’t notice until you got dressed. You put on the black strappy Tom Ford. You knocked at the door to let the guard know you were ready.

“Wow” he stuttered almost immediately regretting it. “Im sorry miss, are you ready to go?”

“Yes, even though id much rather you let me go free.” You said.

“No can do and im sorry but I will have to handcuff and blindfold you.” He let you know.

“Are you kidding me?!” You stared. You wanted this to be over, you just wanted your home.

Once handcuffed and not able to see you were lead what seemed to be a horribly long hallway and into the elevator. Once inside the guard undid the cuffs and took the blindfold off. You noticed he had pushed the PH button. We were going to a penthouse but whose? Wondering, suddenly your heart sank to your stomach and you were finding it hard to breath. “It cant be” the realization hitting you like a cargo train.

Elevator doors opened revealing a dimly lit apartment home ceiling to floor windows overviewing Gotham city.

And there he stood back towards the elevator entrance, standing in-front of the bar. There he stood in his perfectly tailored red suit and shiny slicked back locks now painted green.

“Joker” you muttered.

Lifting his glass of whiskey while holding his cigarette on the same hand, he turned to face you.

“Welcome back kitten”

[marveling-chrisevans]

What If - Walk of shame

What If - Walk of Shame 

Chris Evans x OFC

Chapter six - 1932 words

Part One | Part Two | Part three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six 

Warnings: uh swearing maybe? 

Summary: What if. What if you out of the blue and on an impulse applied for a contest, and what if you won that. What if you met someone who didn’t know you existed, and what if you asked them for a drink after.  What if this impulse changed your entire life.  ** note I didn’t win so I don’t know how all this would go down but this would be how I would have loved it to happen.. the first chapter completely happened.. the texts might not be the same. But it happened**  

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/18506152/chapters/43856086

Faith woke up in a daze, she was laying on her side as she slowly opened her eyes to the sun streaming into the room. She saw the view of Hollywood from the hills, She was confused at where she was. The last thing that she remembers was that she was in a car on the way back to the hotel, then everything went kinda blurry. She looked around the room, and smelled food. She was extremely hung over and wanted some food.

She got up and wrapped the sheet around herself cause she didn’t have any clothes, and couldn’t find her dress, that she wore last night. She got up, walked toward the door that was closed and then walked out into the open lay out of the room. You could see the living room to the kitchen, seeing Chris was standing behind the island of the kitchen talking to what looked like his sister and his mother. She quickly backtracked into the room.

She didn’t escape unseen. Dodger jumped up and barked slightly as soon as she disappeared behind the door. She pushed it closed but didn’t get it all the way there as dodger pushed it all the way open. Faith Grabbed her phone and escaped onto the on suite bathroom and found her way into the tub..

Faith looked at her for the first time in most likely 12 hours, and saw that she had like 9 missed calls and texts from rose, and one from her brother. She slide into the tub as dodger jumped up to join her in there and started licking her face which made her laugh “hi puppy, can you stop?” She wondered as she called rose..

Rose answered the phone “Well fuck thank god your not dead, where the hell are you! Ive been worried sick!”

Faith laughed slightly “currently in a bathtub, with a dog, dodger actually in Chris’s Bathroom.. uh naked.. we had sex last night. Apprently, I mean I remember most of the night but then it gets fuzzy..”

Rose gasped on the other end of the phone “how was it, I want to know everything don’t leave out a single thing, oh my god.. I knew it.. MY SHIP IS ALIVE”

Faith pulled the phone from her head “hungover” she angry whispered in the phone “and I don’t remember much of it. Like I said fuzzy, but I can tell you it was the best sex I’ve ever had.. Oh god I hope he used a condom” she said back into the phone

“i did” Chris replied with a smile on his face. Faith looked up to where the voice came from “it was really good for me too”

“i gotta go rose I uh, gotta go uh ill be back in a little bit” Faith said and hung up the phone sliding further into the bathtub to hid which made dodger thing that it was okay to start kiss attacking her again.

“Dodger out” Chris said as dodger then stopped and put his head on the side of the tub looking at the owner “Glad to see you are awake.. I put your clothes on the bed, I washed them this morning. Also there is some coffee in there, I have to go do something with the avengers. I also put my number in your phone. Take as much time as you need, shower do whatever my family just left to go to the beach so you are the only one here” he replied to her

“and where is here so I can uh summon an taxi” She asked looking up at him trying not to make this all awkward more than it already was. Because its be honest it was really awkward for her “also just so you know I didn’t mean for this to happen.. I got way to drunk and I don’t do this, and oh my god did I say, ‘im feeling it now mr. Krabs?” She wondered looking at him

He nodded and laughed slightly “you did and Faith its alright, you are an amazing girl, and like I said last night id love to get to know you more.” He said “i gotta go but can I see you before you leave tomorrow?”

Faith answered her phone as it rang “yes this is Faith Young, Wait what? Are you serious yeah I can be there for an interview tomorrow morning” She smiled “yeah also that would be cool have always wanted to attend one, yeah two tickets. Thanks” she said back to the person and then looked at him and bite her lip as she pulled herself out of the tub making sure the towel was wrapped around herself “uh I guess not, I have an interview tomorrow, for my dream job non the less. So uh maybe? If its later today” you replied “but maybe not? I don’t know” She smiled “maybe we will just have to leave at it as what it is. A winners trip to Meet Chris Evans at the Premier of EndGame” Faith said back to him as he nodded

“I hope that isn’t the case, I have a feeling we will run into each other again” Chris replied as he walked over to her and kissed her one last time before he left the house

Faith closed her eyes when Chris kissed her and wished It would have lasted a little longer. The linger feeling of his pillow soft lips against hers. She stood there a while longer with her eyes closed wishing he never left. She heard the door close and dodger come back in and looked at her.

Faith got up from hiding in the tub, and went out and found her dress. Like he said it was laying on the bed. She wasn’t about wearing that home for the walk of shame. She went and showered in his shower, then raided his dresser and found a basic t shirt and just some smaller looking sized sweatpants.

She then called herself an Lyft. Headed back to the hotel she couldn’t believe that she just slept with her celebrity crush. The one guy who would have been on her exception list when she got married. She took a deep breath as she waited on the street for her ride. She had managed to get out of the house without running into his family. She thanked whoever was listening for that.

On the drive back to the hotel she made basic small talk talk with the driver. Once getting to the hotel she thanked the man and Gave him a cash tip as she had some from the night before, knowing that these drives prefer that over the tip in the app so they can use it right way.

Riding the elevator and going into the room felt so basic compared to her last 12 hours. She came in the room and flopped down on the bed next to Rose.

Rose sat up from where she was on her phone in her bed and looked at Faith “So are you going to spill the tea or are you just going to walk of shame?” She wondered looking at her friend “also are you in Chris’s clothes, because we could get serious money off of those

“Rose I swear if you keep yelling or talking loud or whatever I am going to punch you in the face. Also its not a walk of shame if you're not ashamed it happened?” She questioned back before she kept talking “Also we are not going home tonight, You know that job I told you applied for about a month ago for my jobs tv program, to be a project manager, well apparently I got accepted and They want me to go there for the keynote program tomorrow to show me off or something, give a presentation. I am not sure as I stopped listening when I heard I got the job.” she said back to her with putting her face into the bed sighing heavily ignoring the last comment about eBay comment.

“it can still be a walk of shame..” Rose countered back

Faith got up and walked over to her suitcase shaking her head, “remind me when we finally get home to look at my Lyft pick up history to send these back” She said to rose knowing she wouldn’t remember because she was going go from one project to another and just throw everything in the laundry

Rose smirked “ not gonna do that, but before we hop on another plane I do wanna go to this event at the Chinese theater I heard about, also the walk of fame is over there.” Rose replied knowing what she was asking and what was going on. Faith listened to her talk as she flung on some leggings and a flowing crop top that just showed a little of the top of her midriff. Running a brush through her hair. “okay fine let me take something for this headache and along s we stop at a coffee place I don’t care” Faith replied fixing her make up touching it up and throwing on a pair of sunglasses grabbing her bag “lets go”

The two walked out of the hotel stopping at the first coffee shop for Faith, then finished there walk to the walk of fame. Looking at the stars, stopping for the ones they loved posing and stopping at a few stars as they go. They were across the street from the Chinese theater as faith looked at it confused “what did you say was going on here?” Staring at the arch with the original six in it “Rose if this is an avengers event I don’t wanna be here, I embarrassed myself and then slept with one of the stars.. uh no”

The announcer started to announce the actors as they came out one by one and the producers. Faith of course started to try and hide behind the Camera people and taking a few steps back to be more blended into the crowd

Rose smirked “oh its not like he is going to see you standing in the crowd” she replied back as She went back to cheering as they came out. Faith kinda just tired to blend in and not bring attention to herself. Making sure her sunglasses were firmly in place. Faith hid the best she could till he looked out in the crowd. Even tho the both of them were wearing sunglasses, your eyes connected. You quickly turned your head to look at something else. She could feel his eyes linger at her.

Chris lingered his eye on her, it was the same girl he was with last night. He knew that hair and those lips anywhere. He felt it in his soul. Someone said his name which caught his attempting which made him loose her in the crowd. That could have been because she quickly went and hid behind the building.

Faith took a deep breath as it felt like her heart was in her throat she didn’t know what to do. She went and sat down on the bench that was near by and texted rose her location, and waited for her to come to her. After the ceremony, Rose Found faith and they did the rest of the things tourists do when they are in LA, before going back to the hotel getting their stuff and flying on the plane to the next location in California, this time for Faiths job.

[a-forgotten-spirit]

Azriel x Reader

Hey little spirits this story is about to get super depressing within the next few chapters and I’m sorry I take a long time to write my stories but I am trying. Thank you to everyone who loved my last chapter and commented. You guys are a blessing.

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Chapter 7

Y/N P.O.V Azriel and I had spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, He made dinner for us and we ate while laughing and joking with each other, something I had craved for so long. I missed the way his eyes closed and a hand came to rest over his mouth as he laughed and his wings would flutter as he did so, I missed his gentle smiles as I talked and the emotion of love sent down the bond. 

I missed him. 

I had woken up in his arms glad I hadn't pushed him away in my sleep as I had done to my blankets my mind believing it to be him when he left and he hadn't done it to me either which I was grateful for. Getting up and going into the shower, looking back to my mate who continued to sleep like a log, which was strange, I remember him not being the best at sleeping. I remember he would wake up the minute my breathing changed it's pattern or my body moved slightly. Smiling as I stepped into the bathroom my feet hitting the cold ground sending a pleasant and awakening chill up my spine. As I walked I got a towel from the rack folding the material and lightly placing it upon the bench, I stripped off my clothing and looked to my body in the mirror that showed my waist up. Looking at my body a scowl coming onto my features as my eyes glided down my skin, I saw scars from past fights and stretch marks from growing and fighting then losing the muscles over time, I was still muscular but I wouldn't lie some had left over the years of just sitting in my court. 

Looking down I saw my chest I wasn't the biggest fan of it, to be honest, I wasn't the biggest fan of any of me after Azriel left I blamed all of me even the things I couldn’t change. I had never really looked at myself and just loved everything I looked at, I didn't know what Azriel liked but I tried not to question it. My hair was doing it's usually annoying things and I tried as best I could to tame it but hair is a magical entity that I didn't mess with very often. My eyes moved back to my body and I looked at the skin my S/C skin was alright I guessed and the colour of my eyes was OK. Shaking my head and moving to pick up my clothing off the ground, folding them and gently placing the folded material next to the towel I was to use. Making my way to the shower, opening the door and turning the nozzles. Water sprayed from the top it was cold at first making me want to step back but I didn't, waiting for the heat to come through in the form of water. Once it did I stepped in letting the warm water massage my muscles to be relaxed, I hadn’t realised how tense I was. 

My hands came to run along the skin of my cheeks then down to my neck and held my neck while my head leaned back in relaxation. I stayed in that position just enjoying the way the water hit my chest, I closed my eyes and relaxed. I moved to have my head facing the floor my eyes remained closed as the water drenched my hair and water fell to my face, dropping off in a small droplets, pummeling to the ground not even making a sound when connecting with the ground but the thousands making a noise when they do, sound was strange. My eyes looked to the bottom of the shower watching the water pool then go down the drain in a mesmerizing swirl pattern. My hands had moved to lay at my sides in a lazy way as though gravity was pulling them down kinda way, I felt as though my body should be swaying but it wasn't which through my balance off a little. Standing with my head cast down my eyes not moving but my brain racked the world. 

I was thinking too much, I could feel it but my brain continued not stopping in the slightest. My brain went over every single thought it remembered and replayed everything for no reason at all. I wanted my head to stop but it felt like I couldn't, it felt as though I was once again trying to be dragged into that misty like place which could hold my body and soul. Hands snaked around my waist and I was pulled into a chest, 

"What's wrong love" Azriel's smooth voice whispered through the water. My head rose as he gently stepped back so my face wasn't going into the direct flow of water, which I was thankful for. "Your brain is going a hundred miles an hour, I can feel it down the bond" he seemed worried, the bond was sometimes not so good.  

I didn't move nor speak for a few moments just weighing the situation in my head to the best of my ability. "Just thinking is all" is what my body responded with, I knew he would see right through it and I was hoping he would leave it alone - he didn't. 

"I can tell something is wrong, so what's on your mind" his lips came down to kiss my shoulder a few times moving up to my neck and the back of my neck which made my head lower once more and a sigh left my lips in contentment. His lips continued to trail back down to my shoulders and I lifted my head seeing the waterfall to the ground. This always calmed me down. 

"I don't even know" it was the truth my mind liked to drift away from its actual duties and have independent thoughts within itself which was rather annoying to be completely honest. "I don't know what is wrong with me, I feel disconnected from the world as though I don't belong" I let out a huff of air and my eyes seemed to shake. "I don't know what the issue is but I know there is an issue, with me. I just don't feel like I belong anywhere" my words left in a flow of honesty and I let the leftover air from my lungs drift out. 

His arms came and hugged me tighter to his form. "I'm sorry you feel this way, my love if you ever need to talk I'm here for you" a kiss landed on my shoulder as his head nestled into the crook of my neck. 

I wanted to laugh at that statement. I was begging for help all those years ago and he abandoned me, it was for his court but I was his mate. I had no idea what to respond with simply nodding my head and hoped he took that as an answer. He didn't seem to delve into it which I thanked whoever was listening. I truly wanted to turn around and tell him how I felt all those years ago. I told him I forgave him and sure my body and mind did but not the true apart of me that was made for him - my soul. I wanted him to feel what I went through so he knew just how much I wanted him and how much I craved for a stable relationship, but he could never understand the thoughts and feelings that surrounded me for years after he left. The times I sent messages down the bond and stood at his walls begging for a true explanation. I wanted closure why my mate didn't want me. 

Standing in silence as my mind slowly ran through the memories and sad thoughts so it didn't seem like my brain was on a mission and a half if he fell down the bond. I didn't want him worrying but I wanted him to understand, sure I could simply tell him but the message wouldn't be the same. Nowhere near the pain of true disappearance of a mate. I wanted to do the same to him as he did to me but I would never do that to the one I love. He may have been able to but nowhere in my mind would let me, not even the part of me that craved he know what I went through. The sleepless nights, endless panic attacks, vomiting at the dead of night, not eating for days on end, I didn't leave the house for weeks and the tears that seemed to never stop. 

"Let's go if we are late they will worry" he spoke indicating to his family. I didn't want to train today, I wanted to sit and wallow in my thoughts for the day to figure out the core issue but I already knew. I wanted Azriel to understand not sympathize I didn't want pity. 

I nodded to that too and turned off the shower gently pushing the door open and stepping from the glass enclosure, I grabbed the towel I folded wrapping it around my body feeling the soft texture of the material. Water fell from my fingertips and the ends of my hair falling onto the towel darkening the material in little dots, I picked up my clothing and walked to the bedroom going to my bags and finding my warrior and training clothing. placing my dirty belongings next to the bag on the ground I picked up a black shirt and shorts with silk undergarments and a bra adding a nice pair of socks to the pile to make me feel a bit better about myself with silk against my skin.

Placing my clothes on the bed I began to dry my skin. The towel came from my body and I lifted my leg from the ground placing it upon the bed, bending over and drying the water from the said leg. I did the same to the other leg making sure it was completely dry before moving on. I dried the rest of my body and looked over to see Azriel watching me with worry in his eyes. I turned and continued to dry my body. Dressing and then fixing my hair as I do every time I train. I moved to where my weapons sat in the room. I usually went for swords but I didn't know today. Deciding to decide later I put on my boots, tying the laces tight and making sure they were comfortable. A knife sat in each as it always did, I moved back to the weapons. Azriel was already ready and dressed sapphire siphons glinting in the light. 

I looked over the weapons not knowing if I should go for a sword or bow and arrow, knives or even my bare hands. I decided on knives in the end. Grabbing the straps that were placed around my torso allowing knives to be held lower back in the sheathes. Straps also were tied around my thighs letting a knife sitting on the sides of my legs. I had one in each shoe. Grabbing one more to simply play within my hands. It was made of silver that shone in the light. A black gem sat at the end and if you look close enough there seemed to me smoke moving in the gem. I held it in my hand swinging it between my fingers for a second liking the weight and feel of the metal. 

"Let's go" I whisper and start to walk towards the door when Az grabs my shoulder turning me around, his hand coming to rest under my chin making me look up at his face. His eyes shone with worry and slight fear. 

"What's wrong I can feel it down the bond, the way you are acting. What's wrong" he asks and looks at my eyes seeming to look past them and into my soul. I could tell my eyes were shaking and I shook my head at him. 

"You could always tell but I'm just thinking a lot nothing bad. I'm kinda missing home as well, I haven't left the court since you and being here for a war" biting my lip as I paused and looked down at the floor sighing and then looking back to his eyes. "It's a lot to take in at once" smiling awkwardly as I spoke those few simple words. 

His arms came to wrap around my form and pull me to his. I heard the sound of his wings moving then felt the heat of them wrapping around me. "I get it, if you don't want to be here we can go" I rose an eyebrow at his words. Was he serious?

"Wait what," I say into his chest not being able to move too much due to him holding me as close to him as he possibly could. I could smell his scent of cedarwood. It was relaxing like walking through a forest. 

"If you don't like it here we can go home, I will go back to the shadow court with you and stay if you wish" his lips came to kiss my neck as my head was moved to the side. I wanted to say yes just to have him with me but I knew they needed me for this war. 

"I'll stay it'll just take some time to get used too" I smile into his chest noticing the leathers. My arms wrap around his body and hold him to mine tighter. "Come on they'll wonder where we are" I pull away wanting to go back into the hug instantly and smile to him, I move forward connecting my lips with his in a beautiful dance of love and passion. His lips were soft and nice to feel again against my own. Pulling back I smiled "I missed that" 

"I did too love" he pecked my lips again and his wings went back to behind him instead of around both of us, the heat slightly leaving as he did. "We must go" he smiled and I nodded to him. 

We left each other's embrace and walked out of the house together as my men rose from the ground outside the house. I turn to Azriel "What are we even doing today" I ask and see his eyes shine in the light of the sun. 

"Training I believe" looking to the other house and not seeing any movement on the inside we walked to the training grounds and I was somewhat excited to see the look on Devlon's face when he sees me. I also wanted to see how his friends were after my men had fun. 

We didn't rush taking our time to get the training grounds, everyone now knew Azriel was my mate and who I was, to begin with. I sighed quietly no one hearing me I wasn't ready for the day ahead. I begin to twirl my knife in my hand to calm my nerves. Walking I see Cassian in the distance and after a few moments, his head turns to us but in particular, me. Smirking I look him up and down and pretend to laugh, we come up near him and he smirks too. 

"Looking for a fight," I say and hear a few laughs behind me. I turn and see a few younger warriors and they laugh as I tilt my head. "Something to say boys" I knew Illyrians hated being called boys as they were 'men'. 

"You think you can beat the Commander" I knew they didn't see him like that and only showed 'respect' when Azriel or Rhysand was here. It was quite funny to watch their reaction though. 

"I have multiple times it's not that difficult" smirking to there direction as they look back to Cassian who nods knowing there was no point to lie. They look me up and down again and I see Draven about to move but my hand raises in a stop like motion. 

"But you’re female," one says and I looked him up and down as a way to seem interested but then make a disapproving face towards him. 

"Still better than you" I smirk and lean to one side as they start to get mad, they were young and seemed to think highly of themselves, it was quite entertaining to watch them get mad. "Now Cassian, are we fighting" I turn to him and swing my knife in my hands. 

"Why wouldn't we, I need to beat you for the garden incident"  he smiled.  We had a good relationship Cassian and I, we were friends as much as the next guy and he helped me more than ever when Azriel left. He came to visit me after it happened and no one would beat that. But I still hated him. 

"You are going down," I say and smile walking towards the fighting area on a spare patch of grass.

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Chapter 8

[redheadedbastards]

Daily Life Drabbles: The Cake

Wen yawned and shuffled half-awake into the living room. Just ahead he spotted Ronan. He was (as always) draped dramatically over Margo’s recliner in a way only thought possible for wet towels. A frustrated huff escaped him and his eyebrows drew together in concentration as he tried to make sense of the Country Living Magazine in his hands. He flipped forwards a few pages and seemed only more and more at a loss the further he read on.

“Morning,” Beckman greeted him and leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek. His soft sentiment was lost though. His half-conscious reflexes missed his mark by a mile and Ronan cringed as Wen’s lips met the Irishman’s ear. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to-...” He rubbed a hand over his eyes before waving vaguely. “..Yeah.”

“S’fine, swee’hear’, jus’ a li’tle gross fer ya is all.” Ronan sat up an inch to look around before settling back into the cushions more haphazardly than he started. “Ay, ‘N? Before ya go an’ make cereal o’ wha’ever ya were gonna make, come si’ with me a min’ will ya?”

The couch creaked as Wen settled beside him. His hazel eyes looked expectantly into his brown one. “Are you sick? You don’t look too happy.”

“Nah, nothin’ like tha’. Jus’ irritated,” Mulcahey explained and showed him the page he had just been attempting to glare a hole through. It was a recipe for a simple layered chocolate cake. “I wanted ta make somethin’ nice fer Margo since she’s helped us fer so long an’ Emme’ said ‘er birthday’s comin’ up. Bu’ tha thing is tha’ this book ‘e gave me doesn’ make any sense. They go’ tha ingredien’s righ’ ‘ere bu’ look a’ ‘em! I’s like their speaking French o’ something!”

The other man leaned forwards and scanned through the recipe. “What’s a teaspoon?”

“I’s a spoon. Obviously. Bu’-”, he points at another ingredient. “Then there’s tablespoons too. Which is also jus’ a spoon! Why are there two? Wha’s tha difference anyways? I though’ i’ was jus’ a mistake bu’ tha whole book is filled with tha’ shi’!”

“I have an idea,” Wen stood up suddenly and grabbed him by the hand. “I’ll show you.”

“Alrigh’y then.”

Ten minutes and three spoons now soaking in two tea cups to prep later, the two men began to try their hand at baking. It took a little while to find a large bowl and all the ingredients but whatever they couldn’t find they eventually found alternatives for. Things were starting to really come together in their opinion. At least that's what they believed by just glancing at the thing.

Ronan was busy cutting almonds as Wen dumped a cup of water into the bowl and then a few eggs. “Don’ forge’ tha flour. Tha’s an importan’ bi’.” He reminded his boyfriend.

“Oh right!” The taller man frowned at the empty cupboard in front of him. “I used all of our cups on the other ingredients. Should I use a mug instead?”

“Hm..” He squinted at him before bobbing his head in approval. “Yeah tha’ shoul’ be fine. Doesn’ ‘ave ta be perfect.”

The Irishman slid the bag of flour across the counter before pouring the almonds into the mix. Wen had just lifted the bag up in front of him when it began to slip from his hands. On instinct his other hand shot out and grabbed it before it fell, sending a large plume of flour into the face and chest of the man leaned in front of him. The flour-coated man coughed and rubbed his hand over his face.

“‘N.. Wha’ jus’-?” An accusatory brown eye glared up at him from a white-coated wasteland where his face had been. Wen, initially having felt terrible for accidentally dousing him in the powder, now struggled to withhold his laughter. He tried not to look at him as a few deep giggles escaped his lips. Ronan felt his face grow hot with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment before he saw the state of his clothes. “M-Mah shir’! ‘N, ya go’ i’ all over my new-! AN’ MY JACKE’?! Wen-!” He whined and uselessly tried to shake the cloth clean.

“I- I’m s-” Watching him wag his shirt about was too much for the other man and Beckman curled over as laughter overtook him. Tears streamed down his face as he guffawed. Anytime he looked up at Ronan he immediately was hit with a new wave of joy. “Sorry- I’m-!” He struggled to speak. “I-!”

“Ya think this is jus’ so funny, huh?” Beckman nodded and wiped at his face. “Well how funny is i’ for ya when I do this-!” Ronan grabbed him by the collar and pulled his laughing face down to him. He pressed his lips against his roughly, catching Wen pleasantly off guard. Just when he had begun to sink into the kiss the flour-covered man rubbed his face all over his own.

“Ah- Stop-!” He laughed trying to get away. He didn’t get far before Mulcahey wrapped his arms around him and went to work trying to cover every inch of the 7 foot tall man with flour. “Ronan, ah-! You got it in my sweater!”

“Tha’s wha’ ya ge’ fer ruinin’ my hair AN’ clothes.” He growled playfully then yelped as they both went careening backwards and landed on the floor. “AH! WEN-! THA FLOUR!!” He flailed uselessly underneath the larger man’s body. Only managing to get more of the flour on him in the process. Ronan let out a dramatic and forlorn groan and flopped his hands back down. Choosing to accept his fate rather than fight it any longer.

Wen grinned at him, his freckled face half coated as well. “Does that mean I win?” Ronan’s eye shot back open and he glared at him.

“Never!” He declared, grabbing him by the back of his leg and flipping him off. Mulcahey shimmied to his feet and stood proudly over his startled form. “Accept i’, love! In tha end I always-”

The front door creaked open and a small older woman walked through. The Irishman turned around and Margo looked between the two of them, the mess on the counter and her full sink. “..Boys.” She said in an eerily smooth tone. She took a deep breathe in and pushed her glasses up her nose. “I’m gonna go visit Kat for a bit.” She went back out the way she came and slowly meandered back to her truck.

“Shi’.” Ronan shared a worried look with Wen before helping him up. “Alrigh’ new plan. We clean this up then we finish tha cake.”

“Sounds good.” They shook on it and got started. Wen went to work trying to sweep the flour off the counter and floor with his hands. Mulcahey, on the other hand, began to strip off his clothes and put them into a bag so as not to track it in the house. Both now driven by their combined efforts to not get killed when the woman returned to the cabin.

-2 hours later-

Margo’s hand hesitated before grabbing the doorknob before her. She hoped her heart could handle whatever she found on the other side. She opened the door and to her surprise the kitchen looked nearly as it had when she first left that morning. Cautiously, she continued forwards.

“Shorty, Rooster, where did you all get off to?” She heard quick, very-much-audible whispering in the other room. After another few seconds Ronan stumbled out from the hallway as if pushed by an over-eager hand and grins apprehensively at her. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

“Well, ya see-,” his eye glanced at the living room and he cleared his throat. “We- Me and ‘N, ya know ‘im. Well, we made somethin’ an’- Oh-! Tha mess don’ worry we go’ tha’ all up! I’s jus’ woosh gone, y’know how tha’ goes. Jus’-!.. Yep.”

“Rooster, are you gonna spit it out or-?” All of her old worries were now gone and now she merely enjoyed watching the ordeal play out.

Ronan, looking rather constipated, shouted for the other to join them. It took him a second, but eventually the sheepish man came into the main room as well. In his hands he carefully supported a-.. Well, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was, on one of her nicer plates. Just going from the looks of the thing she assumed that if either church in town caught sight of it it’d likely be declared an abomination and quickly exorcised.

“We made a cake,” Wen said proudly. “For your birthday!”

“Was my idea bu’ ‘N helped me transla’e i’ and pu’ i’ together. Do ya know how hard i’ is ta make one o’ these?! Took ages. Bu’ i’s perfect.”

“Better than the picture,” the other chimed in. Mulcahey nodded in agreement and she chuckled. “We should have some.”

Margo had at first found the whole situation rather endearing. That is, she felt that way until that exact point. She smiled widely but as her eyes fell on the mess on the plate she only felt dread filling her gut. “Of course! L-Let’s go get us each a slice.” She had lived long enough, she decided and took the plate from him.

She set the thing on their dining room table and did her best to cut it as it oozed beneath her blade. Margo put a strangely rigid yet gelatinous piece on each of their plates and sat down. Her two loveably stupid sons smiled excitedly at her as she scooped some onto a fork. She smiled back, prayed to whoever or whatever was out there and took a bite. “Is-..” She struggled to swallow it. “Is that sour cream?”

Ronan gave her a smug look. “Yep, we forgo’ ta add i’ in before with tha other ingredients bu’ then I remembered we still needed ta make tha fillin’. So we jus’ threw I’ in there! Clever righ’?”

“Oh? Yes, very.. Um, creative.” She chewed through another glob and gave him a supportive smile. Turning her attention to the other man beside her, she found that Wen was shoveling down the mess without hesitation. Margo’s stomach twisted at the sight but she couldn’t help but respect him for it. “Well, this was real nice, boys. I love it alot. It was-.. Was very sweet of you both to do this all just for me.”

She reached over and dusted some flour out of the fan of Ronan’s mohawk. Making a mental note to teach them how to bake before her next birthday. He grumbled and waved her off and Wen continued to eat the “cake” like a man half-starved, smiling all the while. Margo, despite her and very likely Wen’s inevitable food poisoning, found that this was the best birthday she had in a long time and looked forward to the next one they would share.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

on the fourth day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ p u b l i c  s e x ]

>>JAEHYUN

>>warning/s: mutual masturbation, pool/hot tub sex to relive devoted, unprotected sex (oh wow im so lazy to write about rolling a condom on—USE PROTECTION PEOPLE—but this is devoted au so y’all should have seen it coming *winkwonk* and also theyre in a tub—how even)

a/n: consider this a side story to devoted 2

-

You and Jaehyun were in need of a vacation. The stress from work and planning out a wedding had been taking it’s toll on both of you that sex at home—where you’re still susceptible to accepting calls from whoever—is proving to be a nuisance. Although there would be no problem whatsoever with booking tickets to wherever you wanted for a quick getaway, you didn’t think it would be worth the jetlag.

So his parents proposed to stay at the casino’s hotel for a few nights; a staycation.

Up until now, you’ve never been at their casino. Jaehyun’s already told you about the other amenities surrounding it; the indoor strip mall, hotels, spas, a nightclub, and such. It didn’t pique your interest enough to go, but you are still curious about seeing the place.

On Thursday night, you and Jaehyun sent out texts to important people that neither of you will be available from Friday morning until Sunday night. Almost immediately, Jaehyun’s phone blew up with last minute calls for work and you wanted to laugh at the exasperated look on his face.

Come Friday morning, after you’ve packed your bags for the three-day stay and putting your phones on silent and ‘do not disturb’ mode, Jaehyun drives you to the casino.

At the sight of the cherry red lamborghini and plate number, the security team manning the parking entrance all stood erect and bowed as Jaehyun rolls up to them before proceeding to check his car (with utmost care) as protocol.

After parking and grabbing your bags, you go through another set of security measures; who also bowed at the realization of who Jaehyun was. A hotel staff greets you and offers to carry your bags, leading you towards the elevators. She scans a keycard below the row of floor buttons before pressing the one that stated ‘P’ which you guessed stood for penthouse.

“Shall we serve breakfast, sir?” She asks, to which Jaehyun declines, opting for lunch to be delivered instead.”

It takes no more than a minute for the elevator to travel seventeen floors before opening up to the penthouse. Jaehyun leads you out to a small square room with wall-to-wall marble counter on one side and a large painting on the other. Across the elevator was an ebony double door with the casino’s trademark logo carved in between them.

“Your elevator keycards, sir Jaehyun.” The hotel staff hands him three credit card sized keycards, “Meals will be left on the counter as to not to disturb you. If you need anything, the service phone is right by the door. We hope you enjoy your stay, sir, ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You and Jaehyun said in unison, turning around as the elevator doors closed. While Jaehyun scans a keycard on the device attached above the doorknobs, you let you gaze wander towards the painting.

You gasp, stepping backwards when you realize what it was.

“Mom bought it from your department.”

“This was a project—a plate! How could she have bought this from them?”

Jaehyun shrugs, “Technically, she offered to donate to your program and the department chairperson wanted to make a plaque with her name, she denied and requested a work of yours instead.”

The painting was your interpretation of Gaia and although it wasn’t your best plate submitted, it was your favorite.

“And you never bothered telling me?” You shoot him a pointed glare, crossing your arms.

He steps forward to kiss your forehead, “Mom wanted you to see it for yourself. Come on, let’s see the room.”

With your bags in tow while holding each other’s hands, you step past the door and your jaw drops at the scenery. The entire living room had a floor-to-ceiling window that gave a clear view of the bustling city below and the clear skies above. There was a black leather couch with matching arm chairs that had white, silky pillows perched on top across it, sandwiching a low glass coffee table with a fresh boquet of sunflowers decorating it. The maroon fur rug beneath the furniture was a beautiful contrast to the ivory marble floors and complemented the other decorative pieces in the room.

There was an open dining area to the right; just an island counter with high chairs, a mini fridge, coffee maker, and a tea set on a tray.

Jaehyun tugs you towards the left, eyes glinting mischievously as he opens guides you up the short set of stairs that circled around the waiting area outside the elevator and reveals a vast bedroom. The second floor of the loft had a 180 degree view of the surrounding area, sporting the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the living room. The king sized bed had a gray, velvet duvet with neatly rolled towels and a small notecard that read “We hope you enjoy your stay.”

Unlike the living room, the carpet beneath the bed was in rich, navy blue hue. There were small square nightstands on either side of the bed with tall floor lamps and a 30” inch flat screen smart TV was mounted on the wall across the bed.

“So what do you want to so first?” Jaehyun cheekily asks, placing his hands on your waist and nuzzling the side of your face with his nose.

“Seeing as how you brought me up immediately to the bedroom, I think you’d want to do something in here first.” You eye him, knowingly.

“It’s merely a suggestion, babe.” He grins; dimples and all. “We can check out the pool.”

“Oh, no. We can do that later. Now that I think about it, right now is a great time to give you your gift.”

He pouts at you, “Gift?”

You step back from him, running your hands on his arms. “You know that lingerie set you haven’t seen on me yet?”

His eyes darken at the memory, “You’re wearing it?”

Biting your lips, you shrug your shoulders, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Jaehyun smirks, pulling you closer by your hips before moving his hands to the front of your black dress; one you had purposefully wore since it hugged your body right with a sweetheart neckline that accentuates your cleavage. But you especially chose this tube dress because of the row of buttons that closed the tight cloth around your body that he had to pop open one by one to get it off you.

“You’re such a tease.” He breathes, chuckling lowly as he works on the third button, already eyeing the champagne colored lace that peeked through.

“You love it, though.”

He cocks his head to the side in agreement, tipping forward to kiss your neck.

You sigh, from how his lips sucked purple flowers on your skin to how his fingers sparked against your body when it slips into the dress when he unbuttoned it halfway.

As he continues to open your dress, he dips his head lower down your body; tongue grazing the edge of your lace bandeau.

When his nose breathes into the valley between your breasts and your fingers lace through his tresses, he finally pops the final button of your dress; peeling the cloth of your body and letting it pool by your ankles.

He steps back to admire the lingerie on your body, dragging his eyes down to every intricate detail of the skimpy set with an appreciative lick of his lips. “I can’t believe you waited this long to show this to me, baby. It looks good on you.”

You let him spin you, noticing how he slows you down when your back is turned to him; knowing his gaze was set on the thong. “I don’t know… in comparison to this carpet, I think it’ll pop out more against it.”

“You think so?” Jaehyun pulls you closer again, snaking a hand from your hips to your back, fingers unhooking your bra.

“I know so.”

-

The first day of your staycation at the casino hotel was… like you never left home; well, your bedroom. Not that you were complaining when Jaehyun took you for a second time after eating the lunch sent up by the staff, or when he ate you out on the leather couch, or when you rode him halfway up the stairs, or even when he pressed you up against the cold window for the whole city to see had your floor been closer to the ground.

You couldn’t complain and not that you would because even though your body was sore—it was sore in the most absolute delicious way possible.

Jaehyun promises to take you around the building when you woke up, helping you off the bed when your lower body still ached.

You shared breakfast of western foods together; a bowl of fruit, bacon with eggs and toast, and cups of brewed coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice.

“You said there was a pool?” You gulp down the glass of juice and wipe your lips with a napkin.

“On the third floor, I think. Are you going to go for a swim?”

“It’ll be a nice way to stretch my muscles. Don’t you ever miss playing basketball?”

He shrugs, “It was a nice past time; a great way to get in shape, you know, exercise. Don’t need much of that now.”

You laugh, sliding off your seat and hovering behind him, “Oh, well, of course, not when you’re dicking me down when you have the chance.”

He swivels his chair around and leans back against the granite counter, crossing his arms. “Do you want me to stop?”

The grin on your face falls, “No!”

At your reaction, he bursts into laughter and you roll your eyes. He cups your face, “I’m marrying a nympho.”

“Perfect for a sex addict.” You snap back at him.

In the next hour of avoiding his advances and changing into proper clothes with swimwear beneath them, you finally coax Jaehyun out of the room to join you at the pool.

At the third floor, the gym greeted you once you step out of the elevator. A few buff men were by the weights and a couple sharing earphones as they ran on the treadmills.

A little sign on the glass directed you to the pools and you excitedly drag Jaehyun by his hand towards them.

“You’re like a child.” He comments, a hearty chuckle bubbling from his chest.

You ignore him, pushing past the double glass doors to marvel at the olymic sized pool. Three kiddie pools were at the end of the main pool and sets of private jacuzzis with their own sheer curtains were lined along the walls.

There was a mom watching her kids by the kiddie pool and a few teens swam in the main pool. Only one of the multiple jacuzzis were occupied—by a group of ladies sipping on cocktails.

Jaehyun’s eye turned dark when you peel your floral sundress off your body to reveal the ruby red bikini beneath it.

“Relax,” You scoff, tossing your dress to the nearest lounge chair, “The males here are, I’m guessing: maybe 8 and 10? And the teen is probably 16… 17 tops. If anything, I should be jealous because there are more women here.”

He sighs, following your glance towards the group of women, who turned their attention towards him.

You smile at him, jabbing a finger on his chest and trailing it downward. “Show them what’s mine—the child-friendly version, of course.”

With a smirk, he pulls his shirt overhead and you had to look the opposite side of where the women were to roll your eyes when they “ooh’d” at the sight of your fiancé’s body. Like you, he tosses his shirt onto the lounge chair with your dress. “I don’t think their reactions make this child-friendly.”

After tiptoeing to peck his lips, you spin on your heels and dived head first into the water; emerging a good distance away from where you entered. You gasped for air, smiling and feeling giddy to be in water again as you push your locks back and wipe the excess water off your face.

You turn back to Jaehyun, who has an amused expression on his face. “What? Get in already.”

“You always look so happy when you’re in water.” He squats down, dipping his hand in the pool and swirling it around.

“I just love to swim.” You move closer to him until he places his hand on your face and you lean in into his touch.

Without a second thought or any warning, you pull him into water and left no time for him to even make a noise except brace himself as he enters the pool. You’re laughing when he resurfaced; only to gasp when he tries to grab you.

“Come here!” He tries to say in a threatening voice, but anyone can hear the chuckle he’s trying to conceal.

You swim away, expertly kicking your feet to propel yourself away from him; leaving him to follow you to the best of his abilities.

When he has you cornered, you’re forced to splash water on his face repeatedly until he gives up, laughing. “Alright! Alright! Okay, water is your turf! I concede!”

You cease your attack, giggling when you swam into his arms. You flinch at the hardness pressed against your stomach and harshly whispered, “Jae! We’re in public!”

“That didn’t stop you from playing footsie last time, hm? We were with our parents—these are strangers, baby, they can mind their own business.”

“There are children and this is your parents’ hotel—yours. You can’t be serious.”

He snorts, “I’m only teasing. You can’t be the only one allowed to do that. Besides, these are sperm-free waters, [Y/N].”

You’re laughing again, shaking your head in disbelief as you splash his face with water once more.

After a while of swimming around, you both transferred to one of the jacuzzis; moaning at the warmth and the soft bubbling of the water.

As you settle in, another hotel staff approaches you and asks through the ample opening of the curtains. “Would you like any cocktails, sir, ma’am?”

“I’m good,” You avoid his eyes out of habit and turn to Jaehyun, “You?”

He shakes his head at the staff, “No, thank you.”

The boy smiles, bowing at the two of you before attending to the group of women who beckoned for him.

“This is nice.” You sigh, rolling your shoulders back.

“Do you want to have our bathtub exchanged to a jacuzzi?”

“Not that.” You scoff, “I meant this,” You motioned between your bodies, “Us, relaxing. Honestly, Jae, in the three years since we’ve graduated, have we ever actually taken a break from everything? All we’ve done is work.”

He gestures for you to scoot closer to him and when you did, he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “I feel like it’s my fault. All the trainings, seminars, and meetings I had to attend.”

“I can’t blame you, Jae. You’re inheriting a multi-billion business. It’s understandable that they’re training you hard for it.”

He can only offer you a sad smile before both your attentions were captured by the sound of children laughing; the family that had been swimming at the kiddie pool are finally leaving the area with their mother. Tall man greets them by the door, and by the looks of it is their father. The shrill giggles of the kids as they throw their arms around their father’s legs warms your heart and the way he kisses his wife—with the loud protest and sounds of disgust from their children—makes you smile.

“Have you thought about how many you want?” Jaehyun whispers, also amused at the children’s antics with one another.

“Three is a good number, no?”

He kisses your cheek, “I want one named after you; a precious little girl with your eyes and nose.”

“With your lips and dimples—oh, let’s stop talking about this, it’s making me impatient.”

“Who says we have to wait?” His other hand disappears under the bubbling water and you gasp when he palms your crotch, “I specifically remember my parents asking for a grandchild before we even moved in together.”

You looked around in panic; the teens that had been in the main pool seem to have occupied their own jacuzzi and the group of women’s booth were far away enough from yours that the sheer curtains of the several booths in between yours were practically opaque if they were to look over. “Really? Here?”

“Why not?” He hums, kissing your shoulder. “No one can see and if we keep quiet, no one will hear. I just wanna touch you, baby, that’s it.”

Finally relenting after a good minute, successfully coaxed by how his fingers prodded your pussy through your bikini, you part your legs, resting one on top of his knee.

“Good girl.” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear and sending goosebumps to your skin despite the low temperature of the water.

Jaehyun angles his body towards you to get a better control at how his hand touches you. He pulls your bikini panties to the side and slips two fingers inside of you, slowly dragging them back out.

Continuing this, he sighs at how you tighten around his fingers; slipping in a third just to get a better grip on you as he palms your clit.

Your mouth is dropped open, leaning your forehead against his as all this happens. With nothing to hold on, you bring your closer hand to his lap; slipping into his trunks and seizing his erection into your palm.

He stares at you, almost as if he was challenging you.

At the first quiet moan you let out when a finger deep within you presses against you walls to look for the special spot, you twist your wrist around the base of his cock and begin to pump him.

Jaehyun lets out the softest groan when you bring your palm over the tip and grind onto it.

His fingers finally find your sweet spot, just barely grazing it but still sent your legs shutting and trapping his hand between them.

“Jae,” You breathed, “I don’t think touching me is gonna be enough.”

He grasps your core a tighter, giving you a little shake that send tsunami waves of pleasure into your system. “I was thinking the same thing. Ride me, baby.”

Wasting no time, you straddle him and let his cock enter you in one effortless motion. Your arms are around his shoulder, looking for purchase before you move; rocking your hips against his. Jaehyun has one hand on your ass, guiding the pace, and the other kneading your breast, gently biting down the hardened nub that poke through the red swimsuit.

“Oh, Jae, I—” You whimper and he hushes you, roughly grabbing your butt cheek.

“I know, baby, I know—me, too. I’m close, too.”

A couple of ladies from the other group suddenly separated from them, loudly chatting about something neither of you cared for; and, even though you didn’t want to, you tried to stop. “Wait, Jae.”

“No, baby, it’s okay. Let them pass—and if we get caught, let them watch.”

The idea of being caught sparked unexplainable excitement coursing through your veins, fueling your hips to move and chase after your orgasm.

A gasp resonates behind you and a scandalized “Oh my!” followed after it and you don’t know if they made any other noise to react because you’re seeing stars at how tightly shut your eyes are as you come, shaking uncontrollably in Jaehyun’s hold.

He comes immediately after you with a pained grunt, lacing your walls with hot semen. Your hands are on his face, cupping his jaw to cover his identity.

Through both your labored breaths, you hear one of the ladies complain, “I can’t even get through 5 minutes of being on top without my back aching!”

The ladies seem to continue on their way out, still loudly chatting—but this time about their previous sex lives.

You share a look with Jaehyun before both of you burst into a fit of giggles; like you were a couple of high schoolers messing around.

[samingtonwilson]

Relationship Tutor: (3) Contemporary Sadism

relationship tutor masterlist

Summary: College AU. Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language

A/N: when i wrote this part, i really wanted to go to the taqueria down the street from me and get horchata but i didn’t because im a FOOL. also, the gif below is quite large. i apologize for that but i couldn’t find a smaller one. whatever, he looks good so just forgive me and move on

You walked into your kitchen to find stacks of red cups and bottles of unopened alcohol on each surface, glass bottles of vodka too expensive for university students to afford lying in the freezer alongside dreaded tequila.

The refrigerator was filled with different fruit juices and a few varieties of soda, your sixteen-ounce bottle of grapefruit-mint juice dwarfed by the gallon of Costco brand cranberry juice and orange juice that looked far too bright to be as natural as the label claimed.

You sighed as you bent to pull the clear bottle from the second shelf, frowning at Sam when you stood upright again. “I’m assuming we’re having a party?”

“S’Friday, baby girl!” he practically cheered, his voice thick with an unswallowed bite of cereal. He banged his fist against the table. “Time to get fucked-up.”

“There a reason we’re playing host? Steve and Bucky’s place is more equipped for a party,” you said as you twisted the bottle open and sat across from Sam at the table. “And by that I mean they don’t care if people puke on their furniture or fuck in their beds. Plus their floors are already scuffed up.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you as you took a long sip of juice, stirring his cereal slowly. “If the party wasn’t here, you wouldn’t show up. This way you have no choice.”

You mouthed his words imitatively and sighed, leaning back in your chair so the wooden backrest creaked a bit. “Have you already told everyone?”

“Texted ‘em all last night.”

“So I don’t really have a way out of this, do I?”

“Nope,” he replied, popping the “p” with a grin. “Didn’t tell Natasha yet, though.”

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

He shrugged and stood up to place his bowl in the sink, flicking on the sink to fill the porcelain with water. His gaze was on the sink as he shrugged again. “Are you sure you want her here?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Barnes is gonna be here.”

Once you texted Natasha and received a reply, you nodded to yourself and rose to join him at the sink, standing beside him as you leant against the counter’s edge. You reached up to nudge his shoulder with your fingertips so he would let his focus fall from the dish he was washing for a moment. “She isn’t my enemy just because Bucky’s interested in her. We’re still friends and I still love her. I can’t blame her for how Bucky feels.”

“You know how he gets at parties.”

“Yeah, well, he wants to take it slow with her. He only asked me because he doesn’t want to have sex with her right away.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Sadistic as fuck, Y/N.”

You leant towards him, smiling despite yourself. “It’s very flattering to see how concerned you are about me. You sure I’m not your leather jacket, Sampson?”

He snorted, setting the bowl in the dish basket and wiping his hands on a towel. “You ain’t my leather jacket. But you are a pain in my ass.”

“You could just tell me you love me.”

He shook his head. “Don’t have time. I’ve got class in ten minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go learn,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand, laughing when he blew you a kiss.

You’d busied yourself in the kitchen while he left, washing and cutting one of the many green apples you had stowed in the bottom drawer of the fridge. You were cutting the fruit in half when the door opened and slammed shut once more. “You forget something, Samington?”

You heard a chuckle that had you setting your knife down. “S’not Sam.”

You squared your shoulders and picked up the knife again, cutting the seeds out of the four segments you’d made. “Don’t you have class right now?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, strolling into your kitchen and casually stealing a portion of the apple to bite into obnoxiously. “Cancelled. Professor’s sick, or missed his train, or something. Didn’t pay attention to whatever the email said beyond, ‘Class, I regret to inform you that I must cancel lecture today.’”

“But you memorized that part of it specifically?”

He hummed, smiling. “It was so emotionally significant, I had no choice but to memorize it.” He glanced around the kitchen, narrowing his eyes. “You guys having a party?”

“Detective Barnes at it again,” you quipped, laughing as he scowled at you. “Sam didn’t text you?”

He shook his head. “Probably texted Steve to tell me. He’s not my biggest fan.”

“Can you blame him? He and Steve were practically joint at the hip before you transferred here.”

Bucky nodded with a frown.

“I mean, I’d probably be living alone had you not transferred. I’d have my own bathroom,” you continued, your voice lilting dreamily. “My own fridge, my own television, a Netflix account used only by me, I probably wouldn’t be awoken by the sound of a different girl’s moaning every weekend.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Why’d you transfer here again?”

He shrugged, opening the freezer and rummaging until he could retrieve a popsicle, popping the plastic wrapper. “I missed Steve.”

“Yeah? S’cute,” you smiled, ruffling his hair as you passed him.

He smiled back and shook his head, biting half the popsicle off in one go. “Less cute, more co-dependent. I grew up with the punk needing me and as soon as he moves away, I find myself needing him.”

“That’s somehow even cuter,” you cooed, shooting a grin to him over your shoulder while he followed you to the couch. “Little, scrawny Steve being protected by little Bucky against the ruffians on the schoolyard.”

“Ruffians?” he asked with a snort. As soon as he sat, he pulled your legs onto the sofa cushions and placed them in his lap. “We grew up with him instigating fights with guys twice our age and weight— not in the nineteen-thirties.”

You found yourself looking away from the amusement in his eyes, trying to control your breathing when his free hand toyed with your fuzzy socks. “So are you coming tonight?”

“Will you be here?”

You nodded, sitting back against the armrest behind you and tipping your nose towards the ceiling with your eyes shut. “Don’t really have a choice.”

After tossing the popsicle stick onto the coffee table, his fingers wrapped around your ankles while his thumbs rubbed comforting circles against your skin. “We could escape, go to that taqueria you’re obsessed with for some horchata.”

You smiled despite the hammering in your chest. “You sure about that? Nat’ll be here.”

He didn’t reply until you lifted your head to meet his gaze. He smiled softly and shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t want you staying here for my benefit.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Buck. I would’ve been stuck here regardless.” You took your legs from him and folded them under you. “Sam said he only took the responsibility of throwing a party so I’d actually show up. Helping you would just be killing two birds with one stone.”

“Good because I was thinking we need to get a move on.”

You snorted. “Was all that considerate crap just an act, Barnes?”

He gasped in mock offense. “I would never.”

Laughing through your nose, you shook your head. “I was thinking we should get a move on, too. Nat’s probably forgotten you by now.”

It’d been a week since your feigned run-in with Natasha. You hadn’t given Bucky any specific instructions on how to follow-up, simply telling him to not act too friendly, too fast. You knew how uncomfortable it made you when people you’d only seen once or twice for five-minutes acted as if you were lifelong friends— it put you off almost permanently. And, seeing as Natasha was one of the only people that could hold a candle to your need for distance and slow progression, you thought it was safe to assume she was similar.

It would take some more time together, some more meaningful exchanges, some more feigned run-ins for Natasha to accept Bucky as someone she was actually familiar with, rather than just a stranger with a name.

He shook his head. “She hasn’t actually.”

“Yeah? And how would you know that?”

“She says hi from time to time. Smiles, waves.”

You frowned in consideration and nodded. “But you haven’t spoken again?”

“Even if you told me I should, I wouldn’t know what to say,” he laughed nervously. “She just— She looks at you in this intense way. It’s intimidating, especially when you haven’t given me a script.”

Your lips resisted the urge to fall into a deep scowl. “I’m not going to be around you all the time, telling you what to say if this does turn into something.”

“I know, I just— I just need your help for now. I lose my nerve around her.”

You looked away from him for a brief moment. “Seems like you’re over whoever it was.”

He smiled in that soft, small way that still managed to reach his eyes. “Not really. Natasha’s insanely hot, but I don’t know her yet. She makes me nervous from how elusive she is.”

“The mystery is very hot and nerve-wracking.”

He hummed. “What’s the next part of this? How do we proceed?”

“I was thinking you should find things you two have in common, reasons you’d be around each other. Common interests, mutual friends, you know? We already know you’re both friends with Sam and I so you two could find yourselves in the same places if they involve me or Sam.”

“What does being in the same places have to do with anything?”

“Ever heard of the mere exposure effect?”

When he shook his head, you continued, “It’s basically, like, the more you see something or someone, the more attractive that something or someone becomes to you. It also has to do with proximity— which is another factor in who you’re attracted to. You tend to like people more if you’re closer to them and if you anticipate being close to them often.”

“Aren’t you an English major?”

You nodded. “Psychology minor, but that’s beside the point. Proximity, mere exposure— it’ll make you more attractive to her, as will similarity.”

“What happened to ‘opposites attract’?”

“It works if all you want is to fuck, but you said you wanted something more,” you answered. “Relationships work better when both partners have things in common. Tonight, talk to her to see if you guys have things in common.”

“You could just tell me about things she likes so I can bring them up and tell her I like them when we speak tonight.”

You shook your head and grimaced at him. “I don’t endorse lying.”

He frowned in return. “You endorsed telling her she dropped a pen last week when I was supposed to introduce myself to her.”

“That isn’t the same. I told you to do something that would make for a cute story in the future. This is basically lying about your characteristics and who you are just to make her like you. It’s morally repugnant.”

His frown turned to one of consideration. “Makes sense.”

“Yeah, so just talk to her tonight. I’ll be there if you want me to be, just to facilitate things in case it gets awkward or there’s a lull.”

“You’re the best, you know that?”

If his grin hadn’t stopped your heart, his leaning towards you to press his lips to your forehead would have.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you inaudibly exhaled, swallowing and pushing at his chest so he fell back against the couch with a small smile. “I have class in a bit but stay as long as you’d like. If you go through my stuff again, I’ll know.”

“That was one time! It was raining and I felt particularly snoopy.”

PART 4: SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY 

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Demons & Angels » Part 2

A few minutes, well hours, later after I had talked to the agents they were still here waiting for my sister. Awkwardly, we sat staring at each other but never making eye contact. I, not being able to stand the tension, left the main room to the kitchen. I grabbed a few beers assuming that they might want some. I sat back down sitting the beers down on the mahogany table my sister had bought. I felt their eyes on me so I took my gaze from my beer bottle andplaced itonto them, I gave them a questioning look then took a drink of my beer. My phone buzzedon the table and u lunged for it hoping it would be my sister.        "Hello?" I said into the phone laying mylegs of the arm of my chair, sitting sideways now.        "Shes having the baby!" my sister said as I heard the sounds of a hospital.        "Alright, Mia calm down. I will be there in a minute---I just have to take care of somethings first." Clearly they could hear my sister screaming at me through the phone. My sister hung up the phone and so did I.I sat up and looked themin the eyes, "Well--I sort of have to go now but my sister will be there if you wanna come." I offered and smiled to them. "Yeah, lets go." The shorter, better looking, one said as his brother sighed "We would be--" "So? We have to interrogate her sister anyhow." I stood and walked to the door and grabbed my jacket already walking out the door as the two bickered about if they were imposing or not. ~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~ The child of my best friend, Mina, had already been born by the time I had got there. I sighed as I ran in to see the newborn baby twins asleep already. "Damn it!" I whisper yelled trying to not wake Mina and her kids. I went back into the lobby to see the agents already asking my sister questions. She didnt seem so enthused just attracted to the tall one. I smiled slightly and rolled my eyes. But I then realized the short one wasn't with him. I looked around confused, then gave up after Icouldn'tfind him.I knew they weren't real agents, they had the names of band members, coincidence? I think not. I went outside to grab a fresh air, I hated hospitals they were stuffy and the thought of them always creeped me out. I pulled my jacket close to my body as I was met with the cool night air. I breathed out the fresh air and smiled. I loved the cold night air, thestars and the freedom of the outdoors. i never liked being locked up.... I felt someone tap my shoulder, my eyes flashed open as I was prepared to punch whoever touched me in the face. Reflexes suck sometimes. I turned to find that it was just the agent with the green eyes, I didn't fully trust his 'name' so-- "Whats your name?" I asked him as I turned to face him. "I told you" he said as if I should believe his name really is John Boham. "No- Its not John Boham." "It is!" he said in retort and a smile on his face. "Lies" He just sighed in response then spoke, "Here," he held out a coffee to me.  I smiled and thanked him as I took it. "Hope you like black because that's all I could manage." he said as he sipped his as well. "It's fine black is better than none." We then sat in silence, not an awkward 'why am I still here?' silence but a comfortable silence. It felt like hours but was only minutes till Mia came out from the hospital with tears staining her cheeks. She sobbed and ran past me. I gave a confused look as the other agent followed her out with a sad expression. "MIA!" I called out to her but she continued to run faster. I handed my coffee to 'Mr.Boham' and ran after her, my jacket flowing in the wind. "WAIT!" I called to her again as she continued to run. "PLEASE MIA!" I continued to call after her as we ran miles from the hospital. Running out of breathe I slowed and so did she but she was still far ahead of me. "PLEASE!" I called one last time still running with all my might. She turned a corner with no reply back to me. I pushed myself as hard as I could, I miss placed my foot and fell to the ground scrapping my hands and knees. She ran out of my line of sight. "Damn it!" I yelled as I stood up blood dripping down my legs and from my hands. I reached into my pocket to get my phone but it had fallen out. "Great" I said sarcastically as it then began to rain. "REALLY?!" I called out as I looked up at the sky and sighed. I wrapped my jacket around myself and began to walk home, with one question on my mind; 'What's wrong?' ~~~The Next Day~~~ I woke up the next day on my couch surrounded in journals, books and beers. Confusion spread across my face as I sat up, I then remembered. I was looking into any cases in the area and I happened to find a witch case. I sighed as I went to look for my cell as I then remembered I had lost it the night before. I again sighed and stood from my spot on the couch deciding to clean up. I cant let my sister know I'm a hunter or else she would want to join in the cause. After an hour of vigorous cleaning I heard my house phone ring, which is weird because I dont have a house phone. I timidly walked over to the phone and answered it with silence. All I heard was static on the other end. I set the phone back down and immediately went upstairs and covered my bathroom door and window with salt just to be sure, I also grabbed my pistol. For safety..... I also grabbed clothes so I could get dressed and take a shower. I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. I then stepped into the shower. Humming Warrant's Cherry Pie I washed my hair,when all of a sudden the water was freezing. "AH!" I yelped and jumped at the sudden coldness. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled as I shivered slightly, I still had shampoo in my hair therefore I had to endure the freezing cold water. I jumped out of the shower as fast as I could. I grabbed my towel and dried my self off after the 'quick' 30 minute shower which included all of the shit I had to do in that shower. I then put on a cute outfit (www.polyvore.com/demons_angels/se... ). I looked into the mirror and put my hair up into a messy bun then grabbed my pistol and tucked it into the waist band of my pants. I opened the door and walked down and out of the house to my car. I drove to the local 'hippie', as most people called it, store. I walked in and looked around to see, crystals, tarrot cards, witch stones, shaman balls, dream catchers, fairy wands, and many more witch craft things along with hippie clothes. I can't deny that I use to be a witch when I was a teenager, it'sin my families blood I couldn't help it. I left that behind though being a blood born witch was more complicated then being a hunter so thats what I became but enough about me back to the case at hand. I smiled as I causally looked around, looking at everyone there until the shop owner walked in. I walked over to the shop owner and smiled at him.        "Hi, names Amy," I held out my hand to him,"I was wondering if you had a hand of glory." I asked as my expression turned serious. He just stared down at me with shock in his eyes.        "Y-yes we do, w-why?" he stuttered over his words, shocked that a girl like my I guess would be asking that. I just laughed and smiled at him, "Im kidding I'm here for the fairy wand." I lied, the witches I was hunting had used a hand of glory. If you dont know what a hand of glory is its a hand, which is a given but the hand is a hand that was taken off a murderer that was in the gallows,, it was then pickled and dried. If you use a candle with this hand that was made fro the fat of a murderer it will make people unable to move and unlock any door. Pretty creepy but awesome to use to get whatever you want or to just escape but very hard to make. Why would this wiccan, good good witches, shop have one of those? He just smiled and handed me the wand and told me I could have it for free since it was his day off and he was feeling nice.Again I smiled then left. I looked across the way to see a man, not any normal man he gave off a vibe that didn't seem right. He looked over to me and that's when I realized he was the man that had been following my family and I for our entire lives. I glared at him, but he just smirked and vanished as a person fell to the ground lifeless.

(Link to Part 1:https://assels.tumblr.com/post/159277578313/demons-angels-part-1