#so my actual first ever plane ride will be umm

[nomaishuttle]

update on ME and my life btw. as it turns out i am not having my first ever plane ride next month -_- were gonna do a carride instead Since ill be taking stuff with me u see. but also i dont have rhat nuch.. but im sorr of.relieved bc it means i dont have to update my lciense until i get there :]

[yourmidnightlover]

never stop loving me

Summary - Spencer lashes out at y/n after being upset for a while, only to be far too harsh and push her away.

TW: mean spencer, swearing, bomb, injured reader, kissing

WC - 5,647

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spencer had been acting weird lately.

and it wasn't his normal, quirky, adorable weird self. it was quiet. too quiet. he didn't ramble like he usually did when you brought anything up.

he was distant. he didn't sit beside you on the plane ride home, or hold your hand as you drove the both of you to your shared apartment.

you didn't want to push him to say anything he didn't want to, but you were getting worried. you rarely had to corner him into talking, but there was the occasional time where you knew he wouldn't get through whatever it was eating himself up until he spoke up and voiced the words in his mind.

so when you both entered the apartment, you hung your coat up on the hook and placed your bag beside the couch as you plopped down.

"spencer?" you asked quietly as he hung his coat up. he turned to face you as you began to pat the seat beside you, wanting him to sit down. he complied with a huff as you took note that he sat at nearly the other end of the couch.

"what?" he asked without looking at you, you could sense the attitude in his voice.

"i'm worried about you," you whispered. "can you open up? what's bothering you right now?" you moved closer to him and placed a hand on his lower thigh comfortingly.

"you're worried about me?" he spat out, looking at you incredulously. "i'm sure that's true," he scoffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he flicked your hand off his leg.

"spencer why would yo-" you started as you scooted closer to him on the couch.

"why would i what? why would i not believe you when you ask me that? you're a smart girl, y/n. figure it out," he nearly yelled at you as he began to get up from the couch. you grabbed his hand with both of yours, not wanting him to leave you like that.

"please, spence. i just need to kno-"

"you should be able to figure it out yourself!" he shouted. "and stop touching me! oh my god all you ever do is touch me! did you ever think that maybe something's wrong with you if you have to always be touching someone? god! just don't ever touch me! you're so annoying! what the hell is wrong with you?"

"i-i'm sorry. i didn't think it wa-" you started apologizing.

"exactly! you didn't think! you never think about anyone but yourself! you never stopped to think about how fucking uncomfortable you touching me is! i hate being near you. i can't do it," he started shaking his head as he ran his hands over his face.

"wh-what?" you asked as the teas you didn't know were gathering in your eyes began spilling down your cheeks.

"you heard me," he said as he started to turn around. "i'm just gonna sleep alone tonight," he started walking towards your bedroom.

"i'll sleep on the couch," you spoke up before he made it to the room, he stopped in his tracks. "your back's been hurting lately, and you're too tall to fit on the couch comfortably. i'll sleep on the couch," you whispered, partially afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear you, wiping at the tears.

"whatever," he said as he finished his journey into the bedroom, not bothering to look at you.

you wanted to wait until he was asleep to get any blankets or anything, so the only things going through your mind were his words to you.

what the hell is wrong with you?

i hate being near you...

just don't ever touch me!

you weren't sure what was bothering him this much, but if you knew anything about spencer it was that that man could hold a grudge.

when emily had 'come back from the dead' it was like it was a different kind of person. it wasn't the spencer you fell in love with and you knew it, but that doesn't excuse his words.

so, you did what anyone in your position would do. you gave him space. you dialed the number of a trusted friend and colleague, praying she would pick up.

"hello?" the groggy voice rang out from the phone speaker.

"hi," you meekly replied. "sorry, i know it's pretty late. i umm," you sniffled, "i just didn't know who else to call."

"what happened, y/n? are you hurt? is everything okay?" she asked worried.

"yea, yea. everything's okay," you sighed. "i think spencer might just need some space is all."

"ummm, okay. is there anything i can do?"

"actually, yea? i hate to ask you this or put you in a weird position, but i was wondering if i could stay with you for a while?" you rambled out.

"of course you can. do you even have to ask?" she replied quietly.

"oh my gosh, you're a lifesaver. i-it might not be for long, i'm not really sure," you began. "it might be until spencer is ready, o-or maybe until i umm," you sniffled again, "until i find my own place?"

"that's okay, honey. i promise," she answered sweetly.

"thank you so much. i owe you, em," you sighed as you wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"don't even worry about it, y/n. i'm glad you came to me. are you coming here tonight?"

"if you don't mind... i'm not sure if spencer would want to see me when he umm, when he wakes up," you nodded even though she couldn't see you.

"okay. i'll be waiting."

"alright. i'll probably leave in like half an hour. bye."

"bye," she replied before you hung up.

you snuck into your bedroom, and noticed how spencer was sleeping peacefully.

you had began as friends at the bureau. you didn't even think of him in a romantic way until he admitted his feelings after one drunk night out with the team. it was sweet, a bit sloppy, but sweet.

he kept rambling about how beautiful you were, and how good you smelt when you would lay your head on his shoulder to fall asleep or when you were cuddled up on your couch watching movies. he told you about how you made him feel like less of a weirdo when he would ramble about things he knew, just wanting to be liked by others.

he mentioned how he loved that he could come to you for anything at any time. he also told you about how he appreciated that when you met him, you didn't try to shake his hand. you knew how uncomfortable he was with touching a stranger and allowed him to make the first move. you let him be the one to cross the bridge that was physical touch because you were just that caring for others, and that's truly what he loved about you from the beginning.

then he said that he would never tell you how much he liked you because he never wanted those things to stop.

by that time, you had already driven him back to his place, and helped him into bed. he begged you to stay, so you obliged kindly and opted to take the couch. he told you to stay in the bed with him. he was the one to pull you closer onto his chest. he was the one to stroke you hair as you fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

he didn't even remember that night. he woke up with you in his arms, content with the warmth you provided him. he loved the way you instinctively curled into his chest even more.

you never brought it up.

then you realized that you felt the same for him on one of the later cases. you wanted to hold him while he cried, and rejoice with him when he had his wins. you wanted to hear his stupid rants about something as miniscule as sprinkles on a birthday cake. you wanted that closeness he graced you with. you just wanted him.

and now, as you picked a few more pieces of clothes to pack, you heard rustling coming from the sheets. you turned to see spencer now sitting up in bed, looking at you.

"...hi," you whispered with tight lips.

"what're you doing?" he asked. you couldn't tell what he was thinking since it was still dark.

"i'm umm, i was gonna stay with emily for a while," you said as you wiped the tears from your cheeks for the thousandth time. "i um, didn't think you'd want me to be here when you woke up," you nodded as you folded the clothes in your hands. "i was going to leave in about 20 minutes, so i'll be out soon," you felt your lip quivering.

you didn't want to cry in front of him. maybe it was that you wanted to have a sense of dignity, but if it came down to it you would bet that you just didn't want him to feel bad. even after he basically said he hated you.

because that's who you were.

you were a touchy person. that's how you show love to others. that's how others know you care for them.

but now he said he hated that about you.

he hated the way you would gently graze his hand with yours when you could tell he was upset. he hated the way you ran your hand through his hair when he was stressed. he hated the way you placed your hand on his shoulders when he was sad or frustrated.

he hated you.

and he just looked at you standing there. he didn't say anything. he looked at you as tears welled in your eyes from his words.

the words that felt like a burning blade being dragged along your spine. the words that felt like bile rising from your stomach.

"i'll just go now," you said as you ran out of the room and into the living room, not noticing the way that spencer followed you.

"hey," spencer spoke up as you piled the clothes into your go bag that was still beside the couch.

"yea?" you sniffled, not bothering to look at him while pulling on the sweater that was keeping you warm.

when you finally turned to see him he was looking at you with a blank expression. he was looking at the sweater you were wearing. you looked down at it, not remembering it was one of his he had let you worn during the case in north dakota. it was the one you wore when you realized your feelings for him, almost a month after he admitted them for you.

the one you wore when you shared your first kiss in the snow.

"oh," you said as you felt the tears build up again. "you... want it back?" you asked as the tear fell down your face, leaving a burning sensation that felt far better than what you felt inside.

he didn't say anything. you couldn't even see him since the tears were blinding you. so, you slowly unbuttoned the sweater and folded it nicely as you handed it to him.

"i-i'm sorry," you sniffled. "i didn't um - i didn't want to make you un-uncomfortable," you said as you zipped the bag up and grabbed your keys, heading to the door. "just know that i um, i love you."

and you were gone. you rushed out of the door. you didn't want to wait to see if he would tell you he loved you back, scared that you'd be waiting for a lifetime. so you ran to your car and drove off to emily's place, leaving spencer standing in the living room, frozen from what just happened.

but you couldn't see his heart breaking in return. he pulled his sweater up to his face and recognized the sweet scent of you on it that made him break down.

when he noticed how cold you were from the snow from forgetting your jacket at the hotel, he automatically gave you his. he didn't even care how cold he would get - just that you'd be a bit more comfortable.

he draped the sweater over your shoulders to help you put it on, and rubbed your arms for more friction to get you more warm. then, when you turned to look him in the face, you leaned in slowly and grabbed his face.

"can-is this okay?" you asked kindly.

he didn't even respond. he just connected his lips with yours after giving you the brightest smile. he relished in the moment of feeling content, whole, peace. you.

and now you gave him back that very sweater.

in reality, he was looking at the sweater you were wearing as a sign of hope. he thought that maybe since you were still wearing it, he hadn't completely squandered his chance of forgiveness with you.

but you gave him his sweater back with tears in your eyes.

he made you cry.

he drove you away.

when emily answered the door, you broke down in her arms, which was quite the role-reversal.

you were always the one to comfort the other team members. you never really went to anyone for help, you never wanted to burden them with your problems when they all had lives. you just wanted to help them. that's just how selfless you were.

"i'm here, y/n," emily consoled you. "let it out, sweetie. that's it," she stroked you hair as she led the two of you to the couch so you could cry in her arms.

when you finally calmed down a little bit, you started apologizing.

"i'm so sorry. i know it's really late, i just didn't know who else to go to and i'm just so..." you sniffled.

"don't worry about it. i'm glad you came to me. now, care to tell me what happened?"

so you told her. everything.

okay, so you made him seem like less of a douche bag, but you told her. you just tried to explain to her his side of the story, trying to be more understanding.

"and you feel bad? you aren't mad at him?" she questioned in disbelief.

"yea, of course i feel bad. being myself has made him uncomfortable, em. how could i be mad at him when i'm so hopelessly in love with him?" you asked in question.

"oh, sweetheart," she said as she pulled you back into a hug.

she had a plan.

okay, it wasn't much of a plan.

it was more of just chewing him out.

but she knew that would work.

because she also knew how much he loved you. and she knew there had to be a reason he was treating you like that.

the next day you had gotten called in at 4 a. m. with a new case. you drove to the office with emily and walked in behind her. once you saw spencer sitting at the round table in his normal seat beside yours, you felt a kind of rage boil inside of you.

he was just sitting there with a gloom look on his face, not trying to apologize for what he had said to you or anything. you'd thought that maybe he'd even look at you by now but he hasn't even noticed your presence. nothing.

you huffed, walking over to sit in a chair you normally wouldn't be in. spencer finally turned to see it was you who sat down, so you looked him up and down before turning your eyes towards hotch who was giving you all the briefing.

there was a bomber in charleston, california. he would send bomb to local corporations that had a history of animal testing. He was essentially trying to rid the world of those who harm animals, which is quite ironic since that involved killing humans.

each of the buildings were two stories, yet the bomb didn't level it. that's how you knew the bomb was meant to send a message rather than kill more people.

so until his message was spread and out in the open for all people, he'd continue to kill people without hesitation. human life wasn't valuable to him, so it was your job to stop him.

once you had gotten to california, you had all been divided into teams. you went with morgan and spencer to the most recent bomb site to analyze anything they might've missed.

the entire scene smelled like burnt papers, no surprise there. aside from the fact that people had previously died where you were standing, the tension in the air was so thick it felt as though the smoke had remained from the explosion.

you had avoided spencer, tried to talk to him as little as possible when you had to. unless it was for the case, you didn't speak. until hotch decided to room the two of you together.

you had asked the girls if you could room with them, only for them to refuse and make you 'work things out with your beau.' so essentially, you were screwed.

you trudged into the room before spencer had made it, being sure to lock the door behind you just to annoy spencer. was it petty? sure. did he deserve it? yes. would you apologize? absolutely not.

once you turned around, you realized there was only one bed. of course hotch would do that. what a dick. you sighed before placing your things on the couch, deciding that spencer's back pain is completely different than being temporarily locked out of your room. you were truly doing it for yourself so you wouldn't have to hear him complain the next day about his back hurting.

after you had gotten out of the shower, your body in only a small towel, you heard the door knock. you knew it was spencer, his signature knock giving it away, and decided you could open it for him. when he realized you were practically naked and everyone had a view of you from the hallway, he quickly pushed you further inside along with himself and slammed the door shut.

"what the hell, y/n?" he whisper-yelled at you, gesturing to what you were wearing. "anybody could've seen you and you're practically naked!"

"and?" you crossed your arms over your chest. "i don't see why you should have any say so in what i'm wearing."

"you're wearing a towel," he stated as if you hadn't already known.

"and?" you shrugged. "is my body making you uncomfortable? is that why you don't want to touch me, spencer?" you rolled your eyes before turning to get your clothes from your suitcase.

you decided to just strip right in front of him, just to tease him a bit more. you slowly slid the towel down your body, your back still towards spencer as you shimmied into your shorts that barely covered anything. you turned around to get your shirt, revealing your bare chest to spencer who stood in awe of what was happening in front of him. you put your thin shirt on tantalizingly slow, aware that he could probably see your nipples through the fabric, but that was the entire point.

spencer walked over to you slowly, you smiled at him happily as he approached you. when he brought his hands up to cup your face gently, you swatted his hands away from you.

"ah-ahh," you shook your head no. "there's no touching allowed," you rolled your eyes one last time before getting comfortable on the couch, pulling the one extra blanket in the room over your body in an attempt to keep warm.

as the minutes turned into an hour, you felt yourself becoming more upset. his words, even if he didn't mean them, had an impact on you. he couldn't just unsay the words or take them back, that's not how it works. instead, he made you live with the thought and constant worry that you made him uncomfortable by touching him.

and that pained you. that pain turned into tears, which ensued sniffling because of your runny nose. and your tears and sniffles pained spencer even more. he listened in wait as you cried yourself to sleep once more, the sniffled slowing down which told him of your slumber.

when you woke up, you had realized you were awake before spencer. you quickly got ready and made your way downstairs to retrieve some mediocre coffee. deciding to not be a complete asshole, you got spencer his own cup as well just how he liked it and placed it on the bedside table for when he would wake up.

when he did wake up, it was to the smell of coffee beside him. he had obviously realized you had gotten it for him, he wasn't a complete idiot other than the fact that he had hurt you in the first place. when he took a sip of it, it was just as he liked it.

of course it was, he thought, it's you.

since there were so many animal activists that were recorded online, you couldn't really narrow down the suspect range. once you had all made it back to the precinct that morning, they had widdled down all the companies that have ever used testing on animals. there were four companies in total, so you would all split up and investigate each one.

you, of course, had been paired with spencer once again. it was obviously the rest of the team conspiring to get you two to make up, but he hadn't even apologized. and you refused to make the first move.

so as you drove to the company you had been assigned, there was yet again that irritable tension in the air that made it seem like someone could choke on it. you pulled into the parking lot and got out as quickly as you could.

making your way inside, you asked where the owner of the company was while flashing your badge, spencer making his way inside just in time to catch where you were going and follow.

"hi, ma'am," you introduced yourself, extending your hand for her to shake. "i'm here in regards for the-"

"recent bombings? yes, i figured you would be," barbara cooke sighed as she released your hand.

"yes, i'm agent y/n yl/n/ and this is dr. spencer reid," you motioned to him as he gave her an awkward wave. "we were wondering if you've received any recent threats concerning your history in-"

"animal testing? we get those all the time, agent... what was it again?" she asked disrespectfully.

"y/l/n," you informed her once again.

"right, well we get those too often for it to be significant. in fact, we get those almost weekly," she rolled her eyes before turning back to the computer on her desk.

"ma'am, if you wouldn't mind just trying to think of a threat that stuck out to you. one in particular that made it seem as though they might follow through?" spencer asked kindly.

"i actually do mind. i have a company to run and don't need to waste my time on something that won't ever affect me. so please, see yourselves out," she motioned to the door with a sigh.

you and spencer looked at each other before turning around and leaving her office. instead, you decided to ask the employees if they saw anyone that seemed as though they were landscaping the office.

"no, not really. i'm too busy trying to finish the work cooke gives me."

"i'm sorry, no. i try to just ind my own business around here."

"i'm sorry, there have been bombings?"

there wasn't much luck.

you were making your rounds right back to the front of the office, asking nearly everyone that you passed if they noticed anyone suspicious until you noticed a mailman near the front of the room.

he was dressed in an all-brown outfit, but with no logo of what company he worked for. not even a hat to display the name. all the companies that delivered had company logos displayed on the outfits, just to display for publicity.

when you looked around at who was near you, your eyes locked on spencer who was walking towards you, his head down. once you saw the mailman walk out of the office and saw the lady at the front desk begin to open the tape, you grabbed spencer by the arm.

it all happened so quickly.

you pushed spencer out of the door and locked it, blocking him from the blast that would surely ensue, and ran as quick as you could to drag the woman away from the box. you shielded her with your body, turning your back to where the bomb would go off to lessen the impact on her body. before you could even register what happened, you were pushed into the wall cati-corner the desk, knocking you unconscious.

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spencer didn't know what was happening until he heard the bomb.

he assumed the blast wasn't as intense as it was previously by the fact that the second story was still standing. the blast from the other bombs at least made a bit of a dent in the second story.

in an instant, he realized that he might've lost you forever. the love of his life. gone.

and you were still mad at him. you hated him. you thought he hated you.

once he was able to form a coherent thought, he pulled his phone out and called 911, being sure to tell them there was a possible agent down in an explosion. once he hung up, he mustered up his inner derek morgan and kicked the doors in, it helped that they were already frail due to the explosion.

with the doors now open, smoke flowed out of the now open space, looking for an escape as spencer was looking for his love. all he could hear were coughs and whines of the employees around him. then he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked to see the face of the lady from the front desk.

"she-she saved me," the woman told spencer in reference to you. "she's over here," spencer helped her navigate himself to where your body lay limp on the ground, drywall covering your face and body.

"oh my god, y/n," he called as he moved the rubbish from your body before looking for a pulse.

he found himself whispering a series of pleas that you were okay, that he would find the pulse in your neck or wrist. that he would feel the warmth off your body against his, be able to touch your skin and have you grab his hand when you were nervous. he wanted you to never stop touching him.

because ever since you had joined the bureau, you had been a touchy person. you were the person people went to when they needed comfort because they wanted a hug. you were the person the team counted on when comforting the mothers or children because you had a comforting touch.

and he wanted that comfort. he needed that comfort right then. but the one person he needed the comfort from didn't think he wanted it from them. you didn't think he wanted you anymore.

so you had to be okay. because he couldn't imagine a world where you weren't his, which sounds so cliche but couldn't be any more true.

ever since you waltzed into his life, he could never remember what it was like without you. what it was like without your hand running through his soft hair. without your hand on his knee underneath the bau table during a meeting. without your face buried in his neck while you were cuddling at night. without your kiss...

without you.

he needed you.

and he found the small, faint, minuscule pulse that beat throughout your body. a gentle but safe way to know you were alive and still with him. maybe you'd still want to be with him.

when the ambulance arrived, he didn't hesitate to hop in the back of the van, opting to call the team to inform them of what happened.

they had put an oxygen mask on you to ensure your safety and had told him that you had a concussion from the blast. they would do further tests once they got to the hospital, which felt like it took forever, according to spencer.

once they had wheeled you away, spencer sat in wait once again. the team slowly trickled in, trying to comfort spencer but ultimately failing. when the doctor finally came in, spencer was the first to jump up and ask how you were.

"she'll make a full recovery, she's rather lucky," he nodded at spencer before checking his chart. "she has three bruised ribs and a minor concussion. she'll be able to fly in a couple of days, but will have to stay out of the field until her ribs are fully healed. she shouldn't be doing any strenuous activities until then as well," he informed the doctor. "other than that she's healthy as a horse."

"thank you. can i see her now?" spencer asked eagerly.

"yes, of course," he nodded before turning around. "right this way."

when spencer came into your room, your eyes were barely open. it looked like you were struggling to stay awake. your face and arms were littered with an occasional bruise, which he's sure were worse on your stomach and legs. your skin was a bit paler than usual, it didn't have that glow you normally had, that liveliness.

but you still looked like you. you still looked beautiful.

spencer took the seat beside your bed and moved it closer to you, taking your hand in his before you snatched it away, turning on your side to face the wall opposite of where spencer sat.

"y/n, please..." spencer pleaded, feeling his eyes well with tears. he thought you were just angry at him until he heard your soft sniffles. "darling, please look at me," he placed his hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you back to face him. you turned yourself back around to face him, eyes red and swollen as your lip was quivering.

"what?" you spat out, trying to maintain your own composure until you saw he was crying himself. you raised your brows in shock before asking him, "what's wrong?"

he laughed, "you're asking me what's wrong?" you nodded. "i'm just so, so sorry i'm sorry i said all those things about you. i'm sorry it took you almost dying for me to apologize. and i'm sorry for ever making you feel like i didn't love you, y/n. i love you so much. every part of you, your touch included. it's anything but annoying. it's comforting, and sweet, and calming, and does so much more to help me than it does hurt or annoy me," he took your hand in his once more, placing a kiss to your knuckles. "i love you so much and i'm so sorry."

"and i'm sorry i had to touch you to push you out of the way of an explosion," you rolled your eyes with a chuckle so he knew you were joking.

"thanks for that, by the way - saving me," he shrugged. "which brings me to my next point... do you know how reckless that was? how dangerous and stupid and how you could have died? because you could have died and if you died i don't know what i'd do with myself. especially knowing you were mad at me when you died," he held your hand to his chest so you could feel how his heart broke in those moments he didn't know if you were alive. the moments he thought he might've lost you forever.

"but i'm alive. i'm right here," you assured him, bringing his hand to your lips this time to press a kiss before holding the one with both of yours. "why'd you say those things anyway? why were you so upset?"

"well remember the officer that was on the case?" you nodded. "remember how he kept touching you?" you rolled your eyes with a nod.

"god, it was so annoying," you interjected.

"well it didn't seem like you thought it was annoying," he avoided eye contact with you, you pulled his arm to get his attention once again.

"are you saying you thought i wanted him to be so handsy?" you questioned, he nodded guiltily. "spencer, are you kidding?" you chuckled. "i had to do that because if he knew i hated him he wouldn't have been so cooperative. i promise, you are the only one for me. you're the only one i want to touch me like that. but that doesn't excuse you talking to me like that. you saying those things hurt me, a lot."

"i know, i know they did... and i plan on making it up to you. i will make it up to you, i swear," he nodded along eagerly.

"yea, you better dr. reid. i'm holding you to that," you huffed out a laugh, spencer following suit as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

then to your nose. then right and left cheeks. then your lips. it wasn't a kiss that demanded anything. it wasn't hostile or passionate. it was content. it was a way of showing you love and saying that your love was enough. that you were enough.

"i love you, spencer," you whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"and i love you, y/n," he whispered back. "please never stop loving me the way you do."

[yandere-ac]

I noticed in the recent update that there was a net to keep the MC from swimming too far *cough escaping cough*. It got me thinking about what if the MC- in guise of trying to find more creatures- finds an opening big enough for them to squeeze through and almost escapes. I'm not really sure which villager/character would fit best in this situation though.

Okay so like anon, not to be like that but I would dIE FOR YOU! THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD!!! YOUR MIND! ITS TO POWERFUL ANON! But yeah this was really fun to write and I choose my two favorite bitter ex boys both wanted the same poor representative. You guessed it, it’s out boys!

Yandere Tom Nook X Reader X Yandere Redd

Hole

Sneaking. You were sneaking. It was a beautiful summer day, kids were outside playing, some were out fishing or catching bugs. But where were you? You were sneaking like a teenager trying to get past their overprotective parents. You didn’t want to sneak but you had no choice. Ever since Redd first showed up on the island Tom had been more protective than ever. He didn’t want you to wander off without him, he wouldn’t let you go outside without his permission and sometimes he would want you to sleep in his house. You used to love Tom but nowadays he was just too overbearing for your comfort. You and Tom never really said out loud that you loved each other and you never did any couple-stuff. But both of you knew, you both were in love. Or, that’s how it used to be at least. Any and all feelings for Tom that you had gone right out the door once you lost control of your life.

“Y/N? Where are you going, dear?” Shit. He had found you, he had heard you. And now he was gonna stop you. “I-umm...I was just gonna go outside and search for some sea creatures for blathers” you said, trying and failing to mask the fear and worry in your voice. “Oh? Is that right...hmm...well do you need to do that? I mean, what if you drowned? What if you got attacked by a shark or octopus? Or worse! What if Redd showed up!? You remember what happened last time right? Do you want that to happen again?!” Tom asked you, you knew very much what had occurred between you and Redd, in fact just thinking of it sent shivers down your spine and formed a pit in your stomach. But at the same time, you didn’t want to stay with Tom, you’d be lying if you said that he didn’t scare you at times. Sometimes at night, you’d hear him mumbling things in his sleep, things that made every part of your brain scream to run away and never return, yet your body refused to listen. You worried about his well-being and especially now since he seemed almost obsessed with you. “Tom, listen...I haven’t been out of the house without you for some time now and I was just hoping to have some privacy. You know I’d never wander too far off” you grabbed one of his hands, taking your other hand to gently stroke his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as he closed his eyes. These were the moments you missed, the tender, loving gestures that you and he would exchange. But now, these moments were just a way of getting you out of his intoxicatingly strong grasp. You didn’t want to stay with Tom, not in the slightest, that Tom whom you once loved died when he started limiting your freedom.

“Mmm...oh well...I guess if you know what you’re doing. Then sure, you can go out for a while yes, yes?” He said, this brought an actual smile to your face as you gave him a hug to which he giggled in reply. “Alright! I’ll see you later Tom!” “Be careful!”

And so, you were off. You ran straight to the shop to buy a wet suit, and then you ran straight to the water to do a cannonball. You laid in the water for about twenty minutes before rising up and swimming around. You didn’t bother trying to climb over the net, you knew it was useless as any major disturbance on the net sent a notification to Tom and inform him of your apparent escape. You learned that the hard way. So instead you just tried to relax for now. Later you might visit some of your residents and maybe go talk to sable, it has been a while since the two of you talked. But for now, you were trying to find sea creatures to give to Blathers. That was until you saw something that made your eyes squint before going completely wide once you realized what it was. It was a hole! A big hole in the net! Big enough for you to fit through without alerting Tom! You could escape! You could finally leave this hell!...but...what would happen to Tom if you left, you worried what he might do to himself or the others if you leave...no...you can’t think like that! The reason Tom is unwell is because of you. The only way he can heal is if you stayed away from him, if you didn’t, his obsession would only get worse.

You swim closer to the edge of the net and Closer to the hole. Looking at it you could indeed conclude that It was big enough for you to fit through. Hastily yet carefully you went through it. Making sure not to touch anything on the way out. If you did, it would be game over. Tom would see that something, you, were trying to get through and he would lose it. That’s what made you afraid. But you just couldn’t care right now, you were done sacrificing your life for other's happiness! It’s your time to be a little selfish. To look out for yourself! Carefully navigating your legs out of the hole your whole body was now out, you were out. You could barely believe it! But you wouldn’t stick around to see if Tom saw it or not. You had a plan. There was an island a bit away from yours, which would normally take about five minutes with a plane so it would maybe take about twenty minutes to swim. If you could hold out and keep out of dangerous water, you could make it. You would either make it or drown. Either way, there was no turning back now.

As you were swimming briskly, you started to rethink your decision a little. I mean, abandoning all your friends? And what would happen with Tom? Would he become unfit to take care of Timmy and Tommy? You didn’t want to consider that scenario, you wanted to believe that he would get help. But it was hard when you had experienced how deep his possession over you had gotten. After about halfway there you realized how far away the other island truly was, your arms got very tired and you had swallowed what felt like a ton of seawater accidentally as you had swum. You’re honestly starting to give up hope of reaching the island in time. You were gonna drown. You were gonna drown. You were never gonna see your friends again, never gonna find a significant other, never get married, settle down, get a pet fish with said significant other. Never gonna- Wait...is that a...boat? A little boat, sailing off in the distance caught your attention. Maybe there was still hope! Maybe there was a chance of survival! You had to do something, anything, you had to get its attention.

“HELLO!!! IM HERE!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!” You shouted at the boat. And as if on cue, it turned around and went over to you. Yes! You had done it! You were gonna survive- Wait a minute...you recognized that boat...was that...oh god, it was! That was no other than Jolly Redd's boat. He was even worse than Tom! You had no time to think before the boat arrived in front of you. “Well well well...if it isn’t my favorite human! What are you doing all the way out here cousin?” He asked you, his voice full of glee, knowing you would need his help. “Get away from me Redd!” You said you didn’t want anything got to do with him. “Oh really? What was 'please help me' about then? I just wanna help Y/N, I don’t know why you’re getting so defensive about this. Now tell me, why are you all the way out here in the middle of the Ocean?” He asked you. Tilting his head while resting his chin above his hand, huge grin present on his face. “...ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵀᵒᵐ” “huh? A little louder cuz, I couldn’t hear ya?” “I WAS TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM TOM OKAY!!! HE PRETTY MUCH LOCKED ME INSIDE OF HIS HOUSE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID!” Everything became deathly quiet as you said this. Out of all the answers, Redd had NOT expected that one. After quickly regaining his normal posture, he mustered up another smile on his lips. “Well, do ya need a ride, or would you like to swim for another forty minutes, hm?” Forty minutes? You had grossly underestimated the time that it would take for you to swim. “Get away from me Redd, I don’t want your help after what you did...” you told him, refusing to look at the smug bastard. “Oh Y/N. I don’t think you’ve comprehended this situation...you can either come with me or drown. Now I’d understand if you’d want to drown yourself, I would if I had to spend so much time with Nookie. But ask yourself, is this really the way you’d want to go out? By drowning? That’s lame!” He was right, god damn it! You hated that he was right. You were completely and utterly helpless right now and the only way to get out of this would be to accept his help.

You swallowed all of your pride and looked at him. He still had that shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Alright, you win. I’ll come up on the ship...but as soon as we get to the island, that’ll be all okay!” As you said this, Redd's grin only got wider. He walked away for a few seconds before throwing a ladder down on the side of his boat closest to you. You could practically feel his joy as you climbed up the ladder. Once you were up, Redd immediately came up to you. Holding his hands together as he looked at you like a giddy kid to open up their presents. “Ohohohooo~ trust me Y/N, you won’t regret this!” He giggled as his movements got more jittery, almost as if he’s restraining himself. “Yeah yeah, whatever Redd,” you told him sternly. You didn’t want to be in his presence for any longer than you had to. Stepping in front of you, the fox pulled the curtain to the entrance open for you. You let out a loud sigh as you saw his dumb gesture. “God, shut up Redd,” you said as you walked inside, you knew he was joking. But jokes were supposed to be funny. And you hated him. “Ah come on Y/N you know I’m just yanking your chain here! I know you can fend for yourself! I’m not like good old nookie-“ “stop!” “Stop what?” Redd looked at you in confusion. “Stop trying to make yourself look better by comparing yourself to Tom! You have no right considering you’re the reason he’s like that! I know what your doing Redd! I’m never gonna join you! So quit trying, let’s just get a move on” you said aggressively, only to be met by the deep chuckles of the fox behind you. Blocking the exit. “What are you laughing at!?” You fidgeted with your hands as you backed up slightly. But it was no use since Redd blocked your exit. “Oh, cousin...you haven’t seemed to have gotten what’s happening right now...I don’t CARE If you want to come with me! You’re coming with whether you like it or not! We’re not stopping at some island. You have nowhere else to go, besides into my arms! So why don’t you make this easy for the both of us and just comply would ya?” Oh...oh no...oh god! He was being serious! “Wha...i...”

As soon as he approached you, you bolted off onto the deck. You knew you couldn't get away but you would rather drown than let yourself become some toy to this maniac. But before you could jump off the boat, Redd ran up behind you and hastily scooped you up by your arms. You thrashed and struggled but it was no use. He was so much stronger than you. “Ah Ah ahhh~ you wouldn’t want to do any myths rational now, would you cousin?” He said in a teasing manner. It made you even more irritated than you were scared. And so, you elbowed him right in his face. He instinctively dropped you as you did this but he quickly grabbed your leg and threw you back onto the deck before Anything could happen. There you laid, on the floor with a rage full fox above you. He was still mumbling curse words under his breath as his face still hurt. But he didn’t care, he just grabbed you roughly by the hand as he dragged you inside. You were being pulled to the furniture part of his boat, all while trying to punch, scratch or halt Redd. But nothing worked. Soon it dawned on you where exactly he was taking you. He was taking you to the big iron door at the back of his boat. The one looming door that had a giant padlock on it. “I wanted to do this the easy way Y/N! Trust me, I did! But if you’re gonna act like this then I’ll simply have to do it the hard way!” He yelled as he threw you up against the wall. The impact made you fall down and lose part of your consciousness for a few seconds. While you were trying to regain yourself, Redd opened the padlock with a key. As he turned around he saw what you were trying to do, you were trying to crawl away. You were failing, of course, the meek attempt made him chortle as he now calmed down a little. “Oh Y/N...” he said softly as he picked you up, looking right into your eyes as he continued. “You can’t escape, and no one is coming for you. Better make yourself comfortable because the ride home is long” while he told you this, he walked in the room. It looked like a bedroom. In the middle of it was a mattress, did...did he plan to do this? How long had he planned to kidnap you!? He placed you on the bed and kissed you on your forehead. You tried to protest but only weak movements and a small groan came out. Redd walked to the door but just before he closed it he turned to you, eyes gentle and seemed very genuine. “Sleep well...”

That was a couple of hours ago. Redd was now steering the boat and was whistling to himself in glee. He got you, he finally got you! And he didn’t even have to do anything, you were just served to him on a silver platter. But before he could think of anything else he felt a powerful wave hit the entire ship. It sent him falling down to his knees. Some madman had crashed into them! Walking outside with violent steps Redd was getting ready to curse out whoever had driven into them. “HEY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH-“ he quickly shut up once he saw who was in the boat. In the boat that had driven into his side sat a very angry tanooki. It was Tom, as he looked at Redd the glare he gave sent shivers down Redd's spine. Let’s just say, if looks could kill, Redd would be dead where he stood.

“Redd! Where is Y/N!” Tom asked, well it was more of a demand. “How did...how did you find me” Redd was completely and utterly baffled. He was out in the middle of the ocean, yet Tom had managed to get to him. “Where is Y/N. I know they’re here so quit acting stupid and tell me where they are!” Tom was raising his voice more and more as he got madder and madder. Redd has taken everything from him once, he wasn’t gonna let him take it again. “No chance nookie! Don’t you think there’s a reason they’re out here? Maybe it’s because they hate you! Maybe it’s because they hate that you act like a restrictive psycho! Have you ever thought of that Tom! Huh? Huh?!” Redd was now leaning over the railing of his boat. He was almost face to face with his bitter rival. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP REDD! I HATE YOU! I-“ Tom grabbed ahold of Redd's shoulders and pulled him down, into the water. “HATE YOU!!!!”

You were peacefully sleeping as the now slightly wet tanooki walked up to your tranquil form. He kneeled down and stroked your cheek, as he smiled to himself. Poor Y/N. Such a sweet individual didn’t deserve to be touched by someone as sleazy and dishonest as Redd. Thus he picked you up and walked over to his motorboat. You were going home.

“Helloooo....wakey wakey...Y/N dear? Can you open your eyes?” You could hear a distant voice say but it was very blurry. Lifting your eyelids open felt like lifting iron weights, but as soon as you caught a glimpse of who was next to you your eyes went wide open with fear. “TOM!?” You threw your body away from him. Backing up until your back was up against the wall. “Ah your awake now, good...you’ve been sleeping for quite some time now. I’ll be honest, for a minute there I thought you were dead” he laughed a little to himself as he said this, a laugh which at one point you thought was adorable but now struck terror right into your chest. “Silly me...oh! Now that you’re awake, are the chains too tight? Do you want Me to loosen them for you?” He asked you. What? You had been so preoccupied with the fear that you hadn’t realized that you did indeed have chains and chuckles attached to your wrists. They were very long so you weren’t exactly chained up to the wall, but they were just short enough so you wouldn’t be able to move around too much. This is when you started hyperventilating. Why were you here? Where was Redd? How did Tom find you?!

“Oh! No no shhh, don’t worry, I’m here, I’m here...Redd won’t ever get you...I made sure of that...” what the hell did he mean by that!? “H-how did you find me?” You asked him, voice quivering just like you were. “Oh Y/N, did you think that the net notifications were the only way for me to see if you escaped?” He said as he petted your head. He hadn’t been so certain whether it was necessary to implant that chip in you, he thought that he could trust you enough but it would seem that he really couldn’t. “By the way, thanks for bringing that up. I’m sure by now you’ve figured out your punishment for trying to leave me. Don’t think just because I’m happy I got you back that I’m not angry, that I’m not sad, that I’m not heartbroken that you would ever think to escape from me! I just want you to be safe and this is how you repay me!” His tone got a little angrier towards the end but he quickly gathered himself in front of you. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You hurt me Y/N...but I’m happy you’re alright...and your safety is the only thing that matters right now,” he said as he snuggled up to you. The tanooki was madly in love with you. He wanted you to be with him for the rest of his life. He had tried to do it with you being free. But it had seemed like he couldn’t trust you with that freedom. So, he would have to lock you in, cage you up, keep you with him. Whether you liked it or not. He was gonna be with you. By this point tears had started to well up in your eyes, your whimpers getting stronger once Tom started cooing you, stroking your hair.

“Don’t cry Y/N....I...I love you...”

He said it. He had said it. The three words that you had dreaded him saying. Up until now. You could have just pretended that Tom was just a very protective friend. But now...now? He had admitted to loving you. You couldn’t back out now. You couldn’t keep that level of comfort in that Tom wouldn’t do anything to engage a relationship, but now it was only a question of when he would actually start proposing ideas of dates and stuff. You were doomed. Doomed forever with this possessive, lovesick man. You couldn’t handle it.

You started sobbing. Tears that had threatened to spill started pouring out. The only thing you could do was bury your head in Toms's neck, closing your eyes and hoping this was all just a nightmare. That you would wake up and all of this would’ve just been a dream. But it wouldn’t, this was your life now. And you wished you would have just chosen to drown instead of joining Redd.

[btsslowburnfic]

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

AN: a loooong update where we get YN to Korea Previous Chapter here

The three of you made it safe and sound to your new brownstone across the river in New Jersey. Joe has a job lined up, but at the moment you and Xavier are unemployed. On this particular day, you are in your room job hunting when you hear a knock on your bedroom door and then see Xavier gently push it open. “Fly your ass to Korea. Now. Here,” Xavier throws a book at you. “I bought you a Korean dictionary.”

You roll your eyes. “Namjoon speaks English. And I can’t read the characters or whatever so how will a dictionary help. And, I’m not going to Korea.”

Xavier crosses his arms in front of his body. “Girl. You are still in your twenties. You have no job. There is a hot man who is also your soulmate across the ocean. GO TO KOREA.” You pick your phone back up, ignoring him. You hear him let out a frustrated sigh and leave the room. You didn’t know what you wanted. You didn’t tell them that Namjoon had passed along his schedule to you and that he would be in Korea for 6 weeks starting in two weeks and that he had offered to buy you a plane ticket. You kept going back and forth. Fine. Fuck it.

YN: Hey! I’ve been thinking and I would like to come visit. As long as it’s not too much trouble and won’t interfere with your schedule

You let out a breath and put the phone down. One thing you have learned is that he keeps very strange hours and there is no way of knowing when he will be awake, when he will be performing, or even what country he is in. You are shocked when you receive a reply instantly.

NJ: It’s no problem. I will be working a lot of the time, but there is also some free time blocked out so make sure you’re ready to do some sightseeing as well on your own. I’ll rent a noona for you.

YN: I have no idea what that means but ok. Sounds exciting.

NJ: You can rent tour guides. An “older sister” to translate and show you around on some of the days.

YN: That would be amazing! Ok. Sounds great!!

NJ: I’ll book the flight and email you the information.

YN: Awesome ^_^ Thank you so much.

You try to keep your cool. You really do. But it doesn’t last long as you sit the phone down and walk out into the hallway. “Xavier!”

“What? Brat.” You hear him call from the living room.

“I’m going to Korea!” You say with a big smile on your face.

“Holy shit. You’re doing it!?! Really? When?” He sits up straight on the couch.

“I’m not sure. He’s booking the flight.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God. IT’S HAPPENING. Come. Sit here. Let’s watch some Kdramas. We need to prepare you.”

You roll your eyes but join him on the couch anyway.

--3 weeks later--

The flight isn’t too bad. When Namjoon booked your ticket you did secretly wonder if he would spring for an upgraded seat since you know...you guessed he was rich. You did not expect that he was going to pay for a first class seat though. The comfort of the seats and the fact that food was actually delicious helped to balance out the longest flight you had ever taken in your life. You managed to get some rest on the plane, but not very much since you were so excited and nervous. You had not seen each other for a while. And the last time you saw him you were both naked.

When you arrive you don’t have any bags to collect; you just brought your carry-on. You know you are going to do a lot of shopping while you are there and had decided you would just buy a suitcase there. You walk down to departures and scan the crowd looking for your name. This was so exciting. You had been the person in the crowd holding a name placard before, but you had never had it done for you. It helped that it was one of the few names written in English. You smile and walk over to a man in a suit.  After confirming each other’s identity, you follow him out to a black SUV with tinted windows. He takes your bag and you slide into the backseat. 

YN: Hey! I’m on my way to the hotel. When will I get to see you?

NJ: Yeah….about that. There is no way I would be able to just be going in and out of a hotel without anyone here noticing. This isn’t LA. We can’t really go out in public much here. The driver will be taking you to my apartment complex. Once you get here, you will let security know who you are. They will provide you with a key and directions.

You weren’t expecting this at all, but it made sense.

YN: Umm ok. Sounds like a plan. 

You hoped to God someone at the security office spoke English. Oh well. You typed some things into your translation app just in case and tried to enjoy the scenery. It was a city, but it seemed a lot cleaner than LA. Less sunny, and more modern. At least the parts you were driving through.

After a fifteen minute taxi ride that has brought you into a very fancy part of Seoul you try to keep your cool as your driver assures you that this is the location you are supposed to be at. It is fancy looking as fuck and has a giant ass gate around it. The driver pulls up and shows his credentials and then pulls up and rolls your window down.

The security officer stands there, looking at you. You pull out your passport and state your name. He looks over a sheet of paper and nods. Handing you an envelope that feels like it has a keyboard and some papers in it. You thank him in shitty Korean and the driver closes the window. You open the envelope.

“Hey. If you’re getting this, I wasn’t able to get off work in time to meet you. The driver knows which building to go to. Use this key to go to unit 4106. Text me when you get there. Sorry!

Namjoon”

The chauffeur drives between several of the buildings. The streets are lined with trees and there appeared to be several small gardens between the buildings. The car comes to a stop outside building 4. The driver gets out to open your door and hands you the bag. You thank him and head into the building.

The apartment building was a lot like a luxury hotel, you find yourself thinking. It was decorated similarly with gilded light fixtures and a marble floor. You scan your key card at the elevators and head up to the 10th floor. 

It becomes very obvious from the minute you walk in that this is Namjoon’s actual apartment. His giant shoes are all over the foyer.  You purse your lips and take out your phone.

YN: YOU DIDNT SAY IT WAS YOUR APARTMENT

NJ: Relax sweetheart, the guest bedroom is for you. I’m hardly ever there. Make yourself at home and I’ll see you later ;p

YN: THATS NOT THE POINT

NJ: You’re welcome. Stop being a brat and enjoy.

You pout a little bit. Fine. Fine. You’ve already slept with him so why does it matter if this is his apartment. Because it feels so much more intimate, you think. You enter into the space while texting Xavier.

YN: New chapter in the Kdrama series. 

You knew Xavier would normally be sleeping, but he was so excited and wanted to make sure you made it safely he was wide awake.

X: Oh no, what?

YN: he didn’t arrange for me to stay in a hotel IM AT HIS APARTMENT.

X: AHAHAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT. Is it nice? Is there like a waterfall? Does it smell like rich people? Send pictures!

YN: I don’t think I should send pics since he’s famous, but there are no waterfalls that I can see. It smells normal. Actually no, it smells new, like people don’t really live here. Stay tuned for updates.

X: Has he dicked you yet?

YN: -_- he’s stuck at work. And I’ll be in the guest bedroom thankyouverymuch.

X: Yeah….ok…..suuuuuuure.

You put your phone back in your pocket and continue to wander around the apartment. It is the size of a house. There is a small terrace running  along the side of the unit and three open rooms that flow together. I guess rich people need more than one living room? You wonder. They are all furnished with couches and art. The floors are a beautiful Marble. Or Granite. Some expensive imported thing. You notice several plants on the wall as well as out on the terrace. Huh. I did not think he would be into plants, you find yourself thinking.

YN: Nice plants

NJ: My pride and joy

You smile and walk into the kitchen. It looks like a showroom. You doubt much cooking goes on here. If you could afford to eat out all the time you would too. You open the fridge and as predicted, it is mostly empty. There are a few bottles of water and some random condiments. Panic strikes you as you begin to wonder if there’s a coffee maker in this apartment. This could be a deal breaker; you might have to flee to the Marriott. There isn’t one sitting out. You frantically open cabinets. You make eye contact with a very fancy looking Espresso maker. Ok. You will learn how to use this beast. You sit it out on the counter and plug it in. Crisis averted for now. You continue through the rest of the house. You quickly find the master bedroom. Big bed. That’s all you take note of before closing the door. You don’t want to be nosy. You wander to the other end of the apartment and find an extra bedroom and an office. You don’t go to the office, but do take your stuff into the guest bedroom. You are feeling tired and starting to feel hungry.

YN: When will you be back? Is there a convenience store nearby? I need coffee and/or food.

NJ: Sorry. It will still be a while. Actually there are several stores on property. The closest one is in building 2. Here, download the app. I’ll send you the login info.

YN: Thanks.

You change out of your traveling clothes into real clothing and head to the market. The apartment complex’s layout is fairly easy to understand once you look at the app. You walk over to tower 2 and ride the elevator to the market level. It looks like the atrium of a cruise ship. There is a giant crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the lobby area as well as beautiful indoor trees, glass art bulbs, probably a peacock or two wandering around, and some light music playing in the background. Oh God. I should just starve. This is too fancy. I need to leave.  

You turned to leave when you heard a voice speaking politely in Korean. You ignore it, and then hear the same voice ask in English,  “Excuse me, Miss. Can I help you?” A short man in his 50’s walked over. “I’m on the concierge staff here. You must be new.” 

“Ah yes. Thank you. Umm...Coffee please?”

“Of course. Take-away or beans?”

“Both please?” You ask, trying to keep it simple and very thankful for the English.

“Yes of course. If you just get me the unit number I can actually just have it sent there. Also there is an ordering and delivery app you can use next time if you would like to save yourself the walk.” The man explained while he typed some information into a tablet. 

“That’s very helpful. Thank you. For today, now please.” 

“Very well miss, please insert your chip or resident card here and sign,” he turned the tablet towards you. You inserted your debit card.  

“Thank you. Please wait.”

You take a seat in the fancy lobby area and get out your phone. You had some messages from Namjoon.

[NJ]: Oh, there is also an app you can download and order groceries to the apartment. 

[NJ]: I usually eat at work so I forget about it.

[NJ]: Sorry, you probably already hiked there.

A smirk crossed your face as you started to type a response.

[Y/N]: Sorry, I just saw these. And no worries. It’s a beautiful part of the complex. I was a little overwhelmed to be honest but the concierge was very helpful!  10/10 recommend.  

You take a picture of the lobby area and send it to him.

[NJ]: wow, yeah that’s beautiful. I haven’t actually been there myself.

The concierge returns, handing you a coffee and a bag of coffee beans.  You thank him profusely one more time.

“My pleasure. Take care.”

You sit the beans down and pose with your coffee cup, snapping a selfie to send to Namjoon.

[Y/N]: There, now all is right with the world ^_^

[NJ]: :) See you soon!

You travel back to the apartment and unpack your suitcase. You try your hardest to stay awake, but at this point you have been up for over 24 hours and you can feel the pull of sleep. You’ll just lay down for a nap. 

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It is dark outside by the time Namjoon gets off work. He feels bad he couldn’t meet you in the car at the airport, and even worse that he’s kept you waiting for hours. You haven’t answered any of his texts these past few hours either. He opens the door to his apartment. The lights are off. Did you leave? He wonders. He flips on the light and sees your shoes by the door which put a smile on his face. You must be sleeping. He hasn’t actually been in his apartment for about 2 months. It was mostly the same as he left it, except most of the time when he returned the apartment had a stale smell from having been left empty. This time it smelled like coffee and girl.

He enters the main living area and finds you laying in a small blanket nest on the couch with a laptop on the table; a coffee cup resting on a coaster next to it. He smiles and goes through to his bedroom to deposit his travel bag. He washes his face and changes clothes and then proceeds to nervously pace. Should he wake you up? You were probably tired, but at the same time, to prevent jet lag you shouldn’t sleep too much, and he wanted to hang out with you. He wrestles with this issue for a while and then decides he will try to wake you up.

He gently shakes your foot, “Hey sleepy. Wake up.” 

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…” you respond. What’s happening? You kick the thing bothering your foot. So annoying. You hear a deep voice laugh. Oh shit, where were you again? The shaking of your foot resumes and you crack open one of your eyes and see Namjoon sitting on the couch. “Heyyyy.”

“Hey there sweetheart. Nice seeing you in Korea.”

You feel your heart do a little flip flop at the way he’s talking to you but you want to play it cool. “Yeah. It’s good to be here.” You stretch out and move to sit up.

“How are your legs doing?” He asks.

“Good. They get stiff pretty easily and I still have to do my exercises everyday but they don’t hurt most of the time or anything. I get pretty bad headaches from time to time, but you already knew that. Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s fine, I just carry aspirin around with me now.” He shrugs. “Did you get any food? Should I order something?”

“Yeah. Order some super Korean food.” You are fully awake now.

“Yeah? You serious? It’s not going to be like Koreatown food.” He teases

“Might as well jump in. If I don’t like it, there’s always rice, right?” You smile.

“That’s true,” he takes out his phone to order dinner.

“What did you do today?”

“Today was planning for the Festa. Even though it’s months away we have to make sure we have enough content planned just in case there are any unforeseen delays.”

“Cool.” You say. You had done your basic level ARMY research so you were somewhat familiar with their different activities.

“How was your flight? You should probably get up and stretch those legs around. Get up.” He pushes your shoulder playfully.

“Ughhh….fine. By the way. Nice apartment. Is rent like 20 grand a month?” You stand up groaning slightly like an old woman. Damn stiff legs.

“Uhh...I paid 6 million dollars for it up front so I don’t pay rent. Do you want anything to drink?”

It’s a good thing you weren’t drinking anything when he dropped that little factoid on you or you would have spit it out comic-book style. Jesus. That explained the security and Gucci grocery store. “Uh water please.” You walked over following him to the kitchen. “It’s good to see you by the way. Thanks for inviting me.” You slowly remember how to speak like a human again.

“Sure. I wish I had more free time to spend with you, but I’m glad you were able to make it.” He fills a glass with water for you. “Wait a minute! Before I forget,” he jogs out of the room and returns with a small box. “Here, this is for you. We were in Australia last month and I wanted to get something for you.”

You are surprised. It didn’t occur to you that he would think about you or buy you something. Until a few months ago you had considered yourself a nuisance. “Wow, thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that.” you say, taking the box, “I hope it’s a tiny KNOIFE or tiny koala or tiny kangaroo,” you open the box. It is an adorable mug with a Koala on it superimposed on the Australian Continent. It says in English, “Lucky Australian Koala.” You burst out laughing, cupping the mug with both your hands in front of your face. “This is perfection. Thank you so much for my authentic LUCKY AUSTRALIAN KOALA, I cannot wait to drink out of him tomorrow. Seriously. “ You sit the mug on the kitchen table. Fuck it. “Come here,” you gesture, and pull him in for a hug. His body feels solid against your and he gently wraps his arms around you. You give a firm squeeze. “Thank you for the mug and for flying me out here.”  You pull away and smile at him. 

He looks away almost shy, “It was nothing. I figure I still owe you a few for the pen incident.”

You take a drink of the water. “Yeah. You have had some dickish moments.” 

“Speaking of dickish behavior...do you want to talk about what happened with Ben or…?”

You shrug. “There’s not a lot to say. Ben apparently met his soulmate about 4 months before the car accident. He tried to stay away since we had already agreed that we didn't care about stuff like that. But he couldn't. I don't know when he started seeing Jessie behind my back. They were apparently banging all summer in the apartment and while I was in the hospital.” You take another gulp of water. Namjoon is surprised that he isn’t feeling much anger or sadness coming off of you. “After I got all my shit out of the apartment and had a chance to calm down, I couldn't be too mad about it you know? You and I had already slept together and most people aren't as stubborn as us. So really, how could they resist? I mean I was angry and sad at the time but at this point it seems like a lifetime ago. "

Namjoon had never asked about what had happened with Ben before, assuming that if you wanted to talk about it you would have brought it up. " Wow. "

"Yeah. I mean that's waaaay oversimplified but that's the gist of it. Anyways. Everything was a mess for me for a while. You know I stayed with Xavier and Joe and then  Xavier's husband got a really good job offer here so we all picked up and left LA."

“And now you’re in New York.” He finishes your thought

“Yeah. Well Jersey technically because rent is $1000 less a month. But I’m applying for jobs as assistant director at tv stations and theaters. I’m hopeful something will come up. I can’t really teach fitness classes anymore.”

Namjoon listens thoughtfully, feeling like a jackass for never asking about this stuff before. What kind of soulmate was he? 

“Well, let me know if you need a job reference.”

“Ahahahaha,” You laugh awkwardly. “No way. I don’t want people thinking I only got a job because I know someone famous.”

“Sweetheart, that’s how everyone gets jobs in the industry.” He leans against the counter.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You fidget

“You know I’ll just text Xavier and he’ll tell me the companies you applied for.” Namjoon flashes his dimples at you.

You scowl. “I didn’t realize you two were so chummy.”

“Hey, we bonded a lot in the hospital.” His phone let out a chirp. “The food is at the security office. I’ll be back in a few. Make yourself at home.” He heads over to the foyer to slip his shoes on. 

You decide to unpack and then wash your face and brush your teeth before returning to the main area where he has just returned. “That was fast”, you comment, meeting him near the door and taking a bag from his hands.

“I rode my bike over.” He replies, following you to the kitchen. 

“They let your clumsy ass ride a bike?” You tease, pulling food out.

He lets out a laugh, “Yeah. Just remember, only one of us has got hit by a car.”

“Touche. Touche. Alright. I don’t know what any of this is, so I’m going to go wait at the table like a lazy bitch.”

“Haha, fair enough. I’ll bring it over. “

You head over and have a seat at the dining table, placing your water down. This feels so weird. So intimate. He joins a few minutes later placing a bunch of food on the table along with a spoon and chopsticks.

“I’m sure there’s a fork around here somewhere if you need one.” He says as he opens the lids on the containers.

“I lived in LA where we ate sushi almost every day, I think I’ll be ok.” You sass back, ,looking over all of the delicious food. You start to dig in. He sits waiting to see what your reaction will be. You flash him a thumbs up as you chew. It’s definitely good. He smiles and begins to eat as well.

Dinner is relatively quiet. You had no idea how hungry you were until you started to eat. Some of the foods had a texture you didn’t quite care for, but overall you liked it all.

“Wow. That was delicious. Thank you so much.” You smile

“It was. You’re welcome.” He gets up and starts to clear the table and you join him. 

You continue to yawn involuntarily as the two of you straighten up the kitchen,

“Do you want some coffee or a nap?” he asks.

“I’m going to try and stay awake a little bit longer. What does the rest of the night look like?”

“Relaxing. I am exhausted from work. And you don’t look so fresh yourself. LEt’s watch a movie or something.” He says it so casually. Like this is a normal thing the two of you do. Like it hasn’t been months since the last time you saw each other and you left him naked and alone in a bed. You feel your heartbeat speed up.

“Hold on, I’m changing into some comfy clothes before I make this commitment.” you get up and head towards your room.

You come back in leggings and a shirt. Namjoon has re-positioned himself on the end of the couch. You sit next to him. “Ok, all set,” you grab your blanket. 

“You take your comfort quite seriously,” Namjoon laughs as he hits the play button. 

“Definitely,” you respond, yawning. After about half an hour, It’s dark outside, the night spilling into the living room. You are trying to keep your eyes open. You feel Namjoon put his large arm around you. You don’t resist, you nestle into it. You feel the warmth of his body radiating against you. It feels so nice.You try to stay awake but your eyelids grow heavy.  The next thing you know, you wake up slowly, not quite oriented to where you are. Your face is sweaty. You take stock of your surroundings. You are still in the living room. You must have fallen asleep while watching the movie. You move a bit and realize you are not alone. Namjoon is asleep as well. Underneath you. Oh god. You probably trapped him. Is that your drool on his shirt? You wonder. But you know that yes, it definitely is. Jesus [Y/N].Not making a great impression here.  Must sneak out so the drool will dry before he wakes up. You move as stealthy as possible off of him, which is very difficult since you found yourself laying between his legs. How did you even get like that? You had gone in for a light snuggle to see how it would be received and then apparently passed out dead. No more starting movies when you were tired. You knew it was your weakness. 

The poor man probably had to pee and was stuck, forced to lay underneath you until he fell asleep.    Is he snoring? Huh. Well ok. You drool and he snores. Very attractive individuals. You grab a blanket from your nest on the other side of the couch and put it on top of him. You sneak down the hallway to your bathroom, pee and sneak into your bedroom. You lay down and try to fall asleep, but your heart is beating fast as all you can think about it falling asleep on Namjoon. You feel your face grow warm. You are  a mix of turned on and embarrassed. You turn off your light and wonder if he will still want to go sightseeing with your drooly-ass tomorrow.  @calling-dips-on-j-hope​​  @ghostkat23​​ @cuteipat​​ @marianeamine​​@thisisval​​ @almonte12​​  @themisunderstoodblackswan​ @bobbyboops​  @betysotelo18​ @katerbees​

[chipsfics]

Part 1 - Introduction/Invitation

Part one of my currently-unnamed Inanimate Insanity fanfiction :)! Feat. Tissues and Yinyang. Some shipping but not a whole lot ;)

Rated: PG (A few heavy themes)

Hope you enjoy and much more to come !! :D

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Unlike Tissues, Yinyang knew he was going to be eliminated. Yin did, at least. He figured after a certain amount of time, the viewers just saw him as... Annoying. He had used up his entertainment value- Inanimate Insanity had packaged and squeezed dry his "quirks" of any and all comedy until they were just problems again. He was sure his other half knew elimination was at least a possibility- He was probably too preoccupied with his own thoughts, which sometimes blended together with Yin's. A lot of... "Everyone here hates me," and "I hate everyone here." Seemed like the situation was stressing them both out.

Weeks later, After they were all freed from the closet, Yinyang watched the episode where he was eliminated. Yinyang cried, not because he lost, but something kind of got tangled in his brain watching the way he acted. He was grinding his teeth watching the playback, Yang holding back tears and Yin letting them flow freely. If only, if only, if only. Needless to say, he didn't really remember a lot about what happened cooped up in that tiny closet. He mostly hid in the corner and tried not to grind his teeth down to his gums. Tissues, on the other hand, barely knew what was going on. One place to another, off a plane, rushing from iceberg to dodgeball court, grass field to bleachers- Next thing he knew he sneezed himself through a portal and ended up cooped up in a closet. Once the dizzy feeling cleared and he ended up face down, alone, in an empty closet with a locked door- One thing was abundantly clear: He lost. As usual. When another contestant stepped through the portal, the relief he felt was overwhelming- and as the closet filled up with eliminated contestants, the sense of relief he felt was replaced by self loathing and shame- Everyone else pretty much all hated him. As usual.

When they finally got a breath of fresh air, space to move around, personal rooms and even a breakfast juice bar- After everyone who came in contact with him was thoroughly sprayed down by Soap, nobody hated him anymore. They just didn't talk to him. Although, when he walked in the hallway, Soap would follow a safe distance behind him and clean where he last stepped with disinfectant. That didn't really help his self-esteem.

One quiet afternoon, everyone was still trying to settle into their new (but much nicer) living situations, Tissues got paired with the roommate who hated him the most. One Trophy horseplay, who was the one who stomped his face in more than a couple times while stuck in the closet. Of course, due to the technological advancements of melife, Mephone brought him back immediately after he got the death notification- bzz-ding, Tissues died again, to Trophy's frustration. Living with Trophy, he tried to keep all of his stuff in one corner- And he was kind of being shoved over by Trophy's ever-growing collection of sports equipment. Apparently he had nowhere to put it except for cluttering up their shared bedroom. He didn't have much things anyway- and he spent most of his time in the front game room. Tissues, Yinyang, and a few wanderers in and out every day in that same room, that same dinky game system, the same 4 outdated platforming games. He didn't remember the names of those old things, and he wasn't great at them anyway- It'd surprise you, but he didn't have the best hand-eye-coordination. 

Yinyang was also bad at them. He'd argue and curse and throw the controller and tug at the wires, Tissues would follow slowly behind him in co-op play. It was fun to play with someone who had the same skill level as he did, and it seemed like Yinyang had mellowed out a little from his appearance on the show- Having a bit more freedom and alone time seemed to make Yang calm down and Yin become cheerier and more friendly. If Tissues could say one Inanimate Insanity contestant was his friend- It was Yinyang. They had something big and terrifying in common- They were both freaks. The unlovable tend to find a way to love each other.

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Yaaaawn. Tissues stretched and looked at the clock- 11:30, about 3 hours earlier than when he usually woke up. He wiped the drool off his face, got up and feverishly brushed his teeth. He realized the breakfast bar was still open for another 30 minutes- More like 25 now that he'd dragged himself out of bed. OJ wasn't the world's most attentive hotel owner, but the breakfast bar seemed like something he was passionate about. There were rumors that he refilled the cereal dispensers by himself and doesn't let anyone else do it. Soap always threw a fit when someone else did the chores for her, although she seemed to have a quiet respect for OJ's breakfast bar. Tissues took the elevator down- He didn't trust himself to go down the stairs because of his vertigo. Lo and behold, someone else bumped into his hand reaching for the down arrow. It was Yinyang! 

"O-oh, go ahead, you first," Tissues said bashfully. 

"No, you first!" Yin chirped. "I assume we're both going down?" 

"Yeah, I'm gonna try and catch the last wave of breakfast, guyse. I'm not usually up this... SNIFF. Early," Tissues said, and jammed his finger into the down button, which started to glow a faint yellow.

"Wait, is the free breakfast thing still open?" Yinyang said, "The one where you can make waffles with the little do-it-yourself waffle iron?" 

"Is that what that is? I thought it was just a weird smoothie dispenser. I thought the stuff that came out of it tasted like waffle batter," He sniffed.

Yinyang laughed. Tissues would have been peeved, but it didn't seem like Yinyang was laughing AT him. That, or just the fact that his laugh was crisp and clear as a ringing bell. Tissues didn't think he heard him genuinely laugh a whole ton of times. It was nice. 

As they waited for the elevator to come up, Tissues noticed one of Yinyang's eyes blinking and drooping. Yang's side seemed to be sleepier than Yin's- His body lagging to one side until he had to jerk back into a standing position. Was it possible for one half to fall asleep and the other half to stay awake? DING. Tissues' train of thoughts was interrupted by the elevator door sliding open. They stepped in, and for the entire ride down Tissues fought as hard as he could not to sneeze- In a closed place like an elevator, that could be very annoying. More annoying than usual. The elevator ride was mostly silent and awkward- It seemed that Yang almost tried to fight on what button to press, but he was too tired and hungry to cause any trouble this early. It was a Saturday after all, the slowest days in the hotel, and once they made it downstairs to the breakfast bar, there didn't seem to be many contestants looking for something to eat so late. Tissues grabbed a paper plate and put a blueberry muffin on it, and got a small paper cup of orange juice. He noticed Yin and Yang were having some sort of quiet argument about what to get for a drink. Tissues couldn't help but overhear-

"Coffee." Yang spoke in a harsh whisper. "Not today, Water." Yin replied. "Coffee." "Juice, then." "Ok, Fine." "Apple juice." "I want orange." "Not today. Apple Juice feels more..." "Pure?" "Yeah." "Bull." "Let's just get our food, I'm too tired to argue." "..." "..." "Me too." 

Tissues seemed distracted, until Yinyang moved down the line and bumped him further down. He looked away, face flushed, and moved to the couch, flicking on the TV- He felt like he had just intruded on Yinyang's privacy, but Yinyang didn't seem to care. He'd grabbed apple juice and a pastry of some kind, filled with cream cheese. Yinyang and Tissues ate together, Tissues sitting on the carpet and Yinyang on the couch close by, both staring at the gameshow program that was playing on TV- something that aired often, it was starting to get old. That and the fact that the episodes are hard to tell apart. Same host every time, same backdrop, same formula. Because of this, Tissues' mind couldn't help but wander, and so did his eyes. Yinyang was focused intently on the tv, one hand, Yin's, tapping the sides of the paper cup and the other, Yang's, lifting the pastry to his mouth and taking a bite. They seemed to have figured out a good way to eat without arguing. 

"So," Tissues said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" Yin said politely. 

"Can i sit next to you guyse?" Tissues asked. Yinyang looked a bit puzzled.

"Sure. Why not?" Yinyang said, "Just try not to get any of your germs on me." Yang grumbled. Yin pinched his arm. "Don't be rude," Yang growled, but once Tissues got up and hopped up onto the couch cushion next to him, Yang seemed to have forgotten about it. Tissues was so short he had to put in a lot of effort to get onto the couch- It was almost comical. Because of that, he preferred to sit on the ground. People seemed to prefer him down there anyway. It was kind of nice, up there, though, and honestly the only thing he felt different was... More comfortable, and taller. It was nice. He hadn't even noticed the TV program changing from the game show to an ad break- some kind of infomercial on chairs. 

"Sooo.... Do you want to go and check out the pool today? I've heard that there's like, complimentary towels. I haven't actually been there yet," Tissues said.

"Are you... asking us to hang out with you?" Yinyang said curiously. 

"Well sure," Tissues smiled. "We're friends, right?"

"Umm..." Yinyang's face flushed a bright red. "Of course!" Yin chimed. 

"Whatever." Yang added, clenching his jaw and slightly baring his sharp teeth.

"I just didn't wanna show up alone. Can you swim?" He asked. Yinyang looked away.

"Not really," He said, embarrassed. "It takes a lot of coordination, and Yin hates listening." Yang said aggresively. Yin glared at his other half. 

"Ohhh thats cool. I can't either," Tissues replied. "I was just planning on sitting by the side. Maybe putting my feet in- Its just nice to have like... uhh. SNIFF. Change of scenery... I like the chlorine smell." 

"Well that sounds nice!" Yinyang said. "But we need to go back to our room first, Right?" Yang sounded like he was directing the question less towards Tissues and more towards Yin. 

"Oh. Well that's ok. I'm here all day," Tissues said, pulling his mouth into a goofy half-smile. Yinyang finished off his apple juice and got up, silently turned and smiled towards Tissues, and walked away. Tissues wondered what he was thinking about. 

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[chaoticbi-cheesecake]

Paper Airplanes and Face Masks (Hournite)

Summary: Beth has Rick over for the night and is determined to get him in a face mask.

Warnings: Mild allusions to abusive gardian.

Category: Fluff

Note: this is my first attempt at fanfiction, please leave your thought about it below:)

Training lasted longer than usual that day. By the time it was over, the sun was already saying goodbye and slowly receded to the west. Pat had tried his best to make the obstacles more difficult in an effort to mirror what he believed was to come in the battles ahead.

The new JSA tried their best to work with and without their abilities, all while trying to work together as a team. It was challenging to say the least, not many of them had much experience working with others.

Curly blonde locks stuck to Courtney's face as she asked Yolanda if she needed to be driven home. The other girl thankfully accepted the offer before running off to grab her things.

Pat, hearing he was now driving Yolanda, went to the next girl who had no mode of transportation.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked Beth who faced away from him, her eyes instead on the boy leaning on the entrance of the building.

"Oh, no thank you." she replied sweetly.

"Okay, just make sure to get home safe." the man instructed, making his voice loud enough for the boy to hear him as well.

Rick turned his head to Pat, giving him a single nod before pushing himself off the wall and walking out toward the road.

"Will do Mr. Dugan." Beth replied brightly before briskly walking in the direction of the boy, goggles slung around her neck, the straps of her backpack gripped in broth her hands.

She found him standing still outside of the building, staring at his path home with a scowl.

He wasn't all that fond of going back to his house, knowing who would be there when he arrived, though with the hourglass he would be able to defend himself if need be. He quickly found himself sinking into his own mind, the multitude of reasons why that was a very bad idea taking over his thoughts.

His dark thought process was interrupted by a hand delicately brushing against his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Beth asked in her sweet, yet concerned voice.

Rick nodded curtly and turned his gaze to the ray of sunshine beside him. Beth wore her wide smile and big doe eyes, wearing him down and making him want to tell her everything.

But he didn't, thinking better of it.

"I'm just getting ready to walk home."

"Me too!" she shook her head eagerly.

He nodded once more, awkwardly, in a gesture of understanding.

The two stood in a thick silence, Beth's hands were now shoved deep in her jean pockets as she contemplated opening her mouth again.

Rick began to walk in the direction of his house when Beth let out a quick, "Do you want to come over to my house?"

The boy stilled wondering if Beth had actually offered.

"I mean, you can if you want to. My parents are working tonight, and tomorrow night, and most nights. They've been doing that a lot recently." she laughed in an attempt to hide her sadness.

"It's getting dark, my uncle won't like me out for so long."

He heard the girl shuffle closer.

"You know, if he tries anything, Pat can always take his robot and exchange some...words," she tried. "Or any of us could suit up and do it. Not just for this, just any time you need."

Rick almost laughed, the image of Beth in her costume coming to his door to threaten his uncle, huge goggles and all, entering his head.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm still not sure that's the best ide-" he stopped himself at the sight of Beth, shoulders slumped, but eyes still bright as ever.

He realized in that moment that she was just like him, lonely and in need of some company.

"Umm...maybe just for tonight." he gave in.

"Yes!" Beth squealed excitedly, hooking her arm through his and turning them in the direction of her house.

As they walked, Beth rattled on about everything from homework to superheroes. Rick had to hold back the smile that threatened to make it's way onto his face at the sound of her enthusiasm.

They made it to Beth's house quite quickly. The girl unlinked their arms and began to rummage through her bag in searched of her keys. Rick wouldn't admit his disappointment at the lack of contact, but he would make note of how he suddenly felt the warmth leave his body when Beth pulled away.

They entered into darkness, no one was home and all the lights were off, Beth haphazardly used her hand to search the wall beside her for the light switch. As she flicked it on, brightness washed over the two. Rick squinted his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light.

"Okay, you can put your stuff here, or you can take it to my room, or just keep it with you. Whatever you want to do." Beth supplied as she began speeding to her kitchen. "Alright, what kind of snacks do you like? We have a bit of everything, sweet, sour, savory. Unless you wanted some dinner, I should have some leftovers from the other day that I could heat up for you." she offered.

"No thanks."

"Are you sure, I have cookies." she called, walking out of the kitchen and holding a clear container filled with some cookies she had caught Rick eyeing the day prior.

This time he couldn't stop his lips from turning upward in a small grin, he nodded his head.

Beth pumped her fist in the air before grabbing Rick's arm and dragging him to her room. She plopped down on her bed opening the container and taking a bite out of the sweet.

"So what do you want to do first?" she questioned, extending the box for Rick to take from. "We can do homework, watch a movie, Chuck has this great karaoke setting-" she gasped. " Ooh, we can do face masks. I was going to do them with Court and Yolanda next weekend but there's no time like the present."

"No."

"What why?"

"Cause I don't want you putting anything on my face."

"But it'll be fun." she tried.

"Nope. Let's just finish the homework and then you can pick a movie." Rick countered.

" How about we finish the homework and then we do face masks."

"Not happening."

"I can help you," she sang "and Chuck knows all the answers."

"Still no." Rick shook his head calmly.

Beth's shoulders slumped but she soon fixed her posture and shrugged. She grabbed her backpack from the side of her bed. She shuffled through it and pulled out her folder full of assignments. She grasped her geometry packet and began working on it. Rick sat down at the foot of the bed, he too got out the homework and began start on the page.

They worked in mostly silence for half an hour, Beth occasionally looking to Chuck for guidance, earning a long and extremely detailed account of every question and answer she asked about. Rick tried his best to focus on the paper in front of him, but he was just plain disinterested in the numbers, letters, and shapes on the page. He instead opted to scribble down the first answers that came to his mind, accuracy be damned, just wanting to finish as soon as possible.

He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to restore the little energy he had before taking out the assignment to no avail. When he looked back to the work, he was surprised to see a paper airplane made out of a sticky note set on top of his work.

He stared at the small plane in front of him before turning his gaze to Beth who was laying on her bed, appearing to be concentrated on the packet on her bed, tapping her pencil on the comforter as she looked over the page.

Rick moved his eyes back to the paper airplane, gingerly unfolding the wings to see in neat handwriting the words,

Face mask plz:)

He snapped his head to the girl who's face was now hidden behind her folder. She peeked her head out shyly only to see Rick rolling his eyes playfully and once again shaking his head no.

Turning his attention back to his homework, Rick wrote down the solutions to three more problems before an airplane landed on his lap.

He haphazardly opened the paper up to read the words,

Please. It'll be really fun. Please.

Before Rick had the chance to reply with a no, yet another airplane cascaded across his field of vision landing just beside his shoe. He leaned to pick it up and undid the neatly folded paper.

Pretty please with cookies on top?

Rick furrowed his brows and turned his body to face to girl, who was now at the foot of the bed, her chin was resting atop the box of cookies from before. Her big eyes and hopeful smile pleaded with him to reconsider.

He caved.

He let his head fall to his chest and pinched the bridge of his nose. He raised one hand and lifted his index finger.

"Once, we do this once."

Beth's entire face lit up as she squealed "Yay!" dashing off her bed she leaned down to give Rick a quick hug before running to get the supplies from her bathroom.

Rick begrudgingly made his way over to the side of her bed and sat down uncomfortably. But if he was being honest, he would do this a thousand times just to see the overjoyed expression that overtook her features at his compliance.

She returned holding a tube in one hand and a brush in another. Rick guessed to brush would be used to apply the mask.

"Okay, you ready?" she asked, popping open the cap and squeezing out a dollop of the mixture onto the brush.

"Why is it green?" Rick interrogated.

"Because it's matcha." Beth said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. At Rick's confused face she explained sweetly, "it's a type of green tea that's really popular to use in face masks."

He nodded cautiously as Beth stepped closer to him. She was directly in front of him as she softly touched the brush to his face. He hissed and pulled back quickly.

"Why is it cold?"

"It's not necessarily that it's cold. It's just that you're hot." Rick's eyebrows shot up. Beth didn't even realize what she had said until he made the gesture. "I didn't mean it like that! Not that you're not, it's just that- ugh, I meant body temperature. The average human body is between 97 and 99 degrees Fahrenheit and this," she held up the face mask tube, "is very much below that temperature." she rambled. "Besides, would you rather this be warm?"

Rick just stayed silent.

Beth gently brushed all around his face, sometimes imploring him to stop scrunching up his face. Rick hated to say it, but it was actually kind of relaxing. There weren't many times where someone tried to take care of him for a change.

"Alrighty, all done." the girl announced, removing the brush from his face and stepping back.

"How long do I have to keep this on for?"

"Until it's completely dry."

"And when is that?"

"Ummm..." Beth searched for an answer. " once it's hard to smile, you should be good to wash it off."

"I don't smile."

"I'm well aware, you can just wait till I take mine off."

She moved over to her mirror and began applying the mask to herself.

"I feel like an idiot." Rick complained.

"You are not, you look super cute!" Beth chided.

"I'm not sure if that's worse."

The boy watched her apply the mask all over her face, he couldn't control the expression of love and adoration that graced his face as he observed her.

He stayed like that for God knows how long until Beth turned to fully face him. He could say with the utmost confidence it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life. Her face was green like his and a wide smile lit up her face.

There was no denying the smitten appearance he held as he gazed at Beth.

He was ripped from his trance when he heard the snap of Beth's phone camera. She smiled cheekily and clasped her hands behind her back.

"Beth." Rick began dangerously. "Don't do it Beth." already knowing she would share the photo.

"Just let me send it to Court and Yolanda." she pleaded.

"No, Beth."

Beth gripped her phone tightly behind her back as her eyes wandered to her open room door. Rick saw the plan forming in her mind and raced to beat her to the door. She ducked under his arm and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Rick knocked on the door frantically, "Come on, Beth. What's the point?"

"The point is you look adorable and that is not something that should be hidden from the world. And by world I mean the team." she called from behind the door.

"Beth Chapel I will turn this hourglass over right now and take this door off it's hinges." he said in an attempt to sound threatening.

"We both know you won't," Beth stated matter of factly.

"Dammit." Rick grit his teeth knowing she was right.

He heard the door unlock behind him, Beth wore a wide grin. He groaned, knowing he was completely incapable of actually being mad at her.

"Was it at least a good picture?" he asked, defeated.

"You tell me," Beth instructed, handing over her phone to the boy before slipping past him and back to her room.

The screen showed a picture of Rick, covered in a green face mask. But that's not what really got him. Plastered on his face clear as day was a lovestruck expression that could rival that of Beth's favorite rom-coms.

He sighed, accepting his fate. There would for sure be hell to pay the next day. He was certain Courtney and Yolanda would never let him live it down. But at the moment he wasn't to bothered.

"Is it okay if I put on 'The Breakfast Club'?" He heard from the other room. He lowered the phone and walked back to the room, prepared to spend the rest of the night with the adorable being that was Beth Chapel.

The End ♡

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Sincerely, Tessa.

[crowdedimagines]

Flying - Harry Styles

“Thank you for joining us today, Mr. Styles.” I greet as he boards the plan, a few people follow him.

“Thanks, love.” His face is graced with what has to be the warmest smile I’ve ever seen, “Harry is just fine.”

I knew this day was coming, it was the only way for me to mentally prepare so I didn’t freak out. I’ve been a fan of Harry’s for a long time. When I started working as a flight attendant for a private airline, I never imagined it would have me serving him for a ten hour flight.

It’s only a small group of people, Harry and his bandmates. His manager and an assistant and that’s everyone on board. I’ve had to deal with other celebrities who travel with an entire entourage which can make things difficult.

“Can I get you anything?” I ask the question over and over a few times jotting down everyone’s requests.

“Yes, could I just get some water?”

“Absolutely.” I smile, walking away to prepare drinks in the small station I have towards the front of the plane.

I pass out the drinks back to everyone. It seems like it’s going to be a fairly chill flight, everyone seems tired. Just as I reach to hand Harry his water we hit a patch of turbulence, it’s successful in knocking some of the water out of the cup and onto both of us.

“I am so sorry.” I reach for a napkin to dab up the spilled water.

“No worries, y’can’t control the sky, love.” He’s teasing, I can tell by the smile on his face.

I smile and go back to my little hideaway and pull the door shut. Of course he’s just as sweet as you dream your favorite celebrity would be. I start preparing food that I’m sure they’ll be craving soon. It’s a long flight to say the least. I go back out to offer warm blankets, I’ve picked up on the vibe that this isn’t going to be a party flight, at least not right now.

“Thank you.” A girl smiles.

“Of course.”

I hold one out to offer Harry which he happily accepts.

“It’s still warm.” He raves.

I nod with a laugh. I’m surprised that he’s shocked by this, it’s not like he’s new to fame.

“I try my best.” I laugh. I turn to walk away, Harry being the last person that wanted a blanket for the flight.

“Umm?”

I stop in my tracks.

“Yes?” I smile, glad that he needs my attention for something else.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“What’s your name? You said it at the beginning, but I was a bit distracted and I’m afraid I’ve missed it.” He says with what seems like genuine curiosity in his eyes.

“Y/n.” I grin.

“Y/n.” He repeats back to himself, he settles back into his seat a little more. He seems more satisfied now.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” I inquire.

“No, I think I’m alright then.” He smiles, looking back up at me, “Thank you, Y/n.”

“Of course, Mr. Styles.”

“Harry.” He reminds.

“Harry.” I agree, even though it feels weird to drop the formality.

Everyone settles after that, finally falling asleep or starting movies. I take a seat while I can, I need to serve a meal to them soon, we’re already a few hours into our flight. I turn the lights back on in the cabin and ask if anyone would like anything to eat. Everyone wants snacks, only a few meals are requested. I get to talk to Harry for a few more minutes when I bring him his food.

I sigh as I sit down, I’ve been on my feet for a while now consecutively.

“Y/n?” A voice calls, successfully surprising me. I stand up to see that Harry has ventured to my end  of the plane.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering if I could get some more water.”

“Of course, I’m sorry about that.”

“No, it’s fine, you just brought us out food. I didn’t want to stress you out, I wasn’t in a rush.”

I grab a glass bottle from the small fridge and reach for a glass to pour it into.

“Actually, can I just have the whole thing? I’m sorry I drink a lot of water.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” I hand him the bottle.

“Thanks, love.” Harry walks back to his seat, I try not to watch him the entire time.

The rest of the flight is fairly uneventful. It’s always seemed to me that time goes by faster when you’re up in the sky. The fresh air is nice, even if it’s dark and cold tonight in London. I wish everyone a goodbye and thank them for flying with us.

Everyone other than the pilots get off, and wait patiently for the cargo to be unloaded.

“You’re staying in London tonight?” Harry asks, noticing the suitcase at my side.

“I am.” I nod, “I can’t exactly do another shift after that ten hour one.”

“Makes sense.” He agrees, “Do you at least get to stay long?”

“I fly back to the states at five tomorrow morning.”

“That sounds bloody awful.” He doesn’t bother trying to sugar coat it.

“It won’t be too bad.” I smile.

We both start wordlessly walking towards the hanger and away from the runway.

“You were an easy enough group. I can only hope for the same tomorrow.”

“It was nice to meet you, Y/n.” Harry turns to face me suddenly. I’m sure that the nice town car we’re standing in front of is his ride.

“It was nice to meet you too Mr. Sty-Harry.” I correct. “It was nice to meet you, Harry.”

I go towards the airport so I can get a taxi to my hotel. I take one more glance back over my shoulder to notice that Harry is still outside his car, watching me go. With a little more enthusiasm I keep walking.

I don’t see Harry again for a few months.

“Y/n, someone’s put in a request for you to fly with them from New York to Los Angeles.” My boss, Sam, informs.

“What?” I’m a little shocked, it’s not very often that guests have requests on who they want on their crew. If they do, it’s usually for a certain pilot.

“Yes, Harry Styles. It’s on Wednesday.” He looks up at me, “I assume you’ll be taking this?”

“Yeah.”

I shouldn’t be this excited for a six hour flight, but the fact that it’ll be with Harry is exciting. I put a little more effort when I get ready in the morning, though I would never tell anyone that.

“And so we meet again.” I grin, seeing the familiar brit step on board.

“Must be my lucky day.” He smirks.

“I don’t know if you can call it luck if you request for me to work your flight.” I tease.

“They told you? I didn’t know they would tell you I asked, I thought they would just put you on the schedule for this flight.”

“Not quite how it works.” I smirk.

He rolls his eyes and walks further into the plane. I turn to the entrance to see no one is following him this time. He has no group of people accompanying him.

“Flying solo?” I ask with a laugh.

“I’m afraid I am.” He sighs as he sits down.

“Well then, I guess we’ll get going.” I leave him to get settled. We take off and I come back to see if he needs anything.

“No, I ate just before I got to the airport so I’m fine, thank you.”

I smile and walk away to give him space.

“Actually, would you mind staying?” He asks, I slowly turn back around to face him.

“What?”

“It’s just awfully lonely back here without anyone else. You can just take a seat out here to hang out.” I’m sure he sense my hesitance, “I promise I won’t talk your ear off, if you want to just take a nap, I would respect that too.”

“Harry, but this is my job.” I laugh, “I’m not supposed to nap.”

“Actually since you’re since you’re a private airline you’re supposed to cater to me. I want you to relax.”

He’s got me there, even if it’s not the most professional thing to do.

“Fine.” I huff, taking a seat across from him.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” I ask after a moment of silence. It doesn’t take much to dive into several conversations. Making conversation with a rockstar is easier than you would think. Or at least with this rockstar it is. As time goes on I get more comfortable with not being professional around him.

“I’m grabbing a blanket, do you want one?” I ask, getting up and stretching from my spot.

“That would be lovely.” He agrees.

I come back with a blanket for each of us. I kick off my heels and I’m grateful to have something to cover my legs a bit.

“Did you have that tattoo the last time I saw you?” He asks abruptly.

“No, it wasn’t. I’m surprised you even noticed it.” I smile looking down at the small airplane that now adorns my finger.

“May I?” He reaches out his hand to get a closer look. I lean forward and hold my hand out for him to take. His hands are warm as he inspects my tattoo a little more closely.

“I quite like it.” He gives me my hand back, “Is it your first?”

I shake my head while I feel a reddish blush take over my face.

“What other tattoos do you have?” Harry asks, getting more and more excited with the idea that I have more hidden away.

“It’s a secret.” I tease.

“A secret?” He scoffs with a smile, “What’s the point in having a tattoo if it’s a secret?”

“Are you telling me the whole world knows about all of your tattoos?” I ask with a raise of my brows. It’s finally his turn for his face to take on a pink hue.

“Touché.” He smirks, “So what’s the meaning behind it? Like I get that it’s kind of your job, but knowing you I feel like there’s more to the story.”

“There is. I’ve always loved traveling, it’s always been my favorite thing to do. Flying was always something that’s called to me. Even as a kid I encouraged turbulence.”

We both laugh.

“It’s also a reminder to not get lost in the work and to remember to travel for me.”

“Wow, that’s quite fantastic.”

I never thought it would happen, but after talking some more I managed to actually fall asleep. I wasn’t all that tired, I had flights before this one, but this has hardly been my hardest day. I start to wake up as we begin our descent.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Harry laughed.

“Oh my god, I actually fell asleep.” I sit up straighter, I’m certain I didn’t have my blanket pulled up this high when I fell asleep. I mentally blame Harry as the culprit. I reach for my heels to put them back on. The last thing I need is a pilot to come out and catch me half asleep and barefoot.

“By any chance are you free after this?” Harry asks, I stand at the bottom of the stairs and walk him to his car. It’s an odd sense of deja vu for being in a different city and the sun is just starting to set.

“I’m afraid not, I’m flying to Vegas with a bachelor party in about a half an hour.” I roll my eyes, this is going to be night and day compared to the flight I was just on.

“Good luck with that.” He smiles.

“Thanks.”

“Until next time?” Harry says with a hint of a question at the end.

“Next time.” I nod.

The gap between seeing each other is highly reduced from the first time. It’s only two weeks later when I am requested to fly with Mr. Styles again.

“Back to New York?” I tease, watching him walk up to the jet.

“Yeah, haven’t you heard, I’m doing SNL.” He grins.

“You’re what?” I gasp.

“Yeah.” He nods, his soft smile showing off his dimples and it shows just how humble he still is.

“You remember Jeff, right?” He asks, gesturing to his manager.

“I do, nice to see you again.” I smile. Harry isn’t flying alone this time, but he doesn’t have quite the crowd as the first time I flew with him.

Everyone settles and we take off without a hitch. I come out to check in on everyone, I grab a few things, but almost everyone has headphones in to relax. Harry’s leg is bouncing up and down rapidly, I’ve never seen him look so nervous.

“Harry.” I say grabbing his attention, “Are you okay?”

He pushes back his curls off his forehead before giving me an answer.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

In the hours that I’ve spent talking with him I know that this is a lie. His face is slightly pale and his leg hasn’t skipped a beat.

“Are you sure?” I ask, taking a step closer.

He pauses for a second before nodding and turning to face the window. I walk away before I let myself worry anymore. I’m sure it’s just the stress of doing Saturday Night Live.

Later, I pass Jeff his drink when suddenly I feel a nudge on my arm. I turn to see Harry is smiling.

“What’s up?”

“I got you a gift.” He blurts.

“You what?” I ask, my jaw hanging low.

“Yeah, here just take a seat.”

Hesitantly I take a seat. What is he talking about? Harry reaches for his bag that’s been tucked away on the floor next to him the whole flight. He rummages through it before producing a small black and white box.

“Here.” he quickly shoves the small box in my hands. It takes me a few seconds to process and read the Gucci label printed on the ribbon over and over again.

“Harry, you didn’t.” I sigh, but he only nods gaining excitement, “This is too much.”

“No it’s not.” He shakes his head, “I saw it, and I just knew I had to get it for you.”

I shake my head softly as I pull at the ribbon. There’s no point in fighting him on this, he’s too stubborn. The lid pops off and there’s a small white pouch with Gucci engraved on it. Way too fancy. I open it and let the piece of jewelry fall out into my palm. As soon as I see it, my heart swells.

“It’s an airplane.” I state.

“It is.” He smiles.

It’s a beautiful necklace, simple yet elegant. It’s perfect.

“I love it. Thank you so much.” I look up at him, “It’s really too much, but I really like it.”

“Good.”

Without asking permission I lean forward to pull him into a hug. A small thank you for the gesture. We pull apart and Harry reaches out for the necklace, he motions for me to turn around. His hand brushes against my neck as he moves my hair, causing goosebumps to raise all over my body. He reaches around and clasps it, letting it settle.

“It’s beautiful.” I admire.

“I have one more thing.” Harry whispers.

“No more gifts, please.” I laugh.

“No, it’s not a gift.” He smiles, taking my hands in his, “Will you go out with me? On a date. Please say yes, because I really want to date you. Otherwise I’m going to have to keep flying all over the world.”

It’s by far the fastest I’ve ever heard Harry talk for as long as I’ve known him.

“I would very much like to go on a date, Harry.” I grin.

“Thank god, otherwise that would be an awkward rest of the flight.” Jeff chimes in.

We both roll our eyes once we notice we had a little audience listening to us.

“Can we make that date tonight?” Harry asks, “If you don’t have another flight after this.”

“I don’t.” I smirk, “I’m done flying for the night.”

“This is going more perfectly than I could’ve planned.” He laughs.

“Once we’re on the ground in New York, I’m yours.”

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[penny44224]

Birthday Boy

🕯- pairing: idol/changbin x female(poc) reader

🕯- word count: 1.5k

🕯- genre: fluff, slight smut, romance

🕯- A/N: I'm super late but this imagine was inspired by my uli bias Changbinnie birthday 🎈Im a bit rusty on writing so I hope you enjoy

Today was a very special day. It was your boyfriend, Changbin's birthday. Well sorta. You guys knew how chaotic each other’s schedules were. Since his birthday was coming up, you both devised a plan to celebrate. The plan was to let him celebrate his official birthday with his family, members, and stay. Since you liveaboard, a weekend road trip to Disneyland. You both made sure to do any work beforehand to ensure your trip to happen. There were some hiccups but the day as come and you both were finally free.

Due to different time zones, you face-timed him to countdown his birthday. After talking for two hours, you wished him safe travels traveling to yours (your state). After celebrating his birthday, he hopped on a plane and reached your state. The moment he landed you picked him up from the airport and took off for your weekend trip. You drove most of the way due from him having jet lag, but being the sweetheart he is, he took over when the destination was close. During the road trip, you guys took photos, did quick pit shops at random places, ate at weird restaurants and etc. When you guys finally reached the hotel, you checked in. The moment you both entered the suite, you guys bolted straight to the bedroom and fell asleep in each other arms. Fast Forward to 8 hours later. You both just reached to Disneyland.

”So what should we do first birthday boy,” you said with a smile

”My birthday past already” Changbin replied with a smile too

” Well it's my time to celebrate it with you, so when we reach back home that's when it's over so for right now. This weekend is Binnie day is everyday”.You said while swinging it his hand

”Okie,” He said blushing

”How about we start off with something safe, likkkeeeee the ferris wheel,” You said but Changbin gave you a straight face

”No ok, how about the teacups”

He still has you a straight face

”ok how about....space mountain ” Changbin expression changed to a smile

”Alright lets to running!!” you say sprinting to the ride

”Yah WAIT FOR ME!” He yelled trying to catch up

You suddenly stop as you realized something

”Hey why you stop?” Changing says while panting

” We forgot to take a picture in front of the castle ” You answered

”Well let's take one now before we go” Changin suggested

”really” you gasped

He gently grabbed your hand and pulled out his phone. He took some selfies with you and a family volunteered to take a picture of the two of you together too.

”Ok now we can go!” You said this time sprinting like Usain Bolt

”WHY ARE YOU RUNNING, WE HAVE FAST PASSES !” He says as he tries to catch up with you again

Throughout the entire day, you guys had a blast. Going on many rides, Changbin being scared of the mascots, taking silly pictures, eating everything on site but most importantly spending time with each other. As the day winds down, you both got perfect seats for the fireworks showcase.

”Today was so much fun baby” Changbin as he wraps his arms around your waist.

”I'm glad you enjoyed it,” you say as you turn you head slightly to kiss him

The moment you lip touch his, fireworks show started lighting up the sky

”Because we're not done yet,” You say pulling away with a smile

Changbin looked at you confused

” But immm tirreeeddd” he whined

”Shut up and enjoy the fireworks,” you said as you kiss his cheek

He chuckles as he started to watch the show

As the both of you reached back to the hotel, Changbin bugged you trying to get you to spill on what you else you had planned for tonight, but you all you said was get dressed in some breezy attire. But that just result in him bugging you on what he should wear.

After getting ready and you looking like a snack. Your boyfriend definitely out done you. He had a white button-up shirt with a few buttons open, nice fitted jeans, hair parted perfectly and finished with a mysterious cologne that made you wanted to literally eat him.

”Like what you see, baby girl,” he says walking toward you with his legendary smirk

But you had to pull yourself together before you two were late

”Umm E-err good your ready now put this on” you try to say nonchalantly

”Why I need a blindfold for” Changbin say raising his brow while looking at you

(*Ahh don't do that)* you said in your head. You literally can not believe your actually getting weak just at the sight of him

*(I need to leave before I ruin everything*)

”Yes, I'll tie it for you because we need to go or else we will be late”

”I don't mind being late” He says trying to sneak his arms around your waist slowly

You smacked his hands

”No, we have to go” you took the blindfold and tied it over his eyes

”Ughh where are we going, I can't see...” Changbin whined

You took his hand and left the suite to move forward to your destination

The hotel you were staying at connect to the beach. So with the help of some sweet employees you created the most romantic picnic. Since it was night time, you put up candles, mini lights and a fire. You hope he loved it because you had something special to give him.

”I smell something burning, hold on are we gonna do something kinky” Changbin chuckled

You pinched his butt

”YAHH STOPP”

”Ok we are here, you can take the blindfold off,” you say nervously

Changbin slowly took off the mask. His eyes set to now luminous view, he saw what was before him.

”Y/N, you did this for me, really” He turns to you with teary eyes

”Hey don't cry, Imma cry too” you giggled

”But yes, of course, I did, ” you say

”Now come on the food will get cold”

”FOOD,” Changbin says happily running to sit

As the moon glazed the beach, the two of you ate, had dessert and talk a while

”I can't wrap around how you did all of this for me” Changbin says to you

”Well with the help of the staff here, it became possible”

”But um I have something for you” You reached for your purse and took out a little wrap gift and gave it to him.

”Aww I wonder what this could be ” Changbin says cutely

As he unwraps the gift, it's a velvet box. He opens up the book and it's a ring connected to another necklace

”I know how hard it's been for you having to do comeback after come back and juggling our relationship, I know you try hard to be a great boyfriend thinking I don't see how much guilt you show and I know how hard you try to keep everyone happy because you them think they deserve everything. But baby YOU deserve everything. I don't want you to have that guilt thinking your not doing enough because you are and I'm perfectly fine with that. Having you as a boyfriend is a blessing. Seeing you live out your dreams makes me happy. So this ring is a kinda sorta a promise ring. But this ring symbolizes that I'm not going anywhere because my love for you us eternal.” You say holding his hand as you slip the ring on his finger

”Y/N no one h-has done this for me before” Changbin says as a tear roll down his cheek

”Well I'm glad in the first” you chuckled

”Come here” he pulls you close and kisses so ever so gently

He picks up the necklace and puts it around neck and hooks the latch.

”And I'm blessed to have a beautiful queen by my side. You make me the man I am today and always support me. And I'll always support you in whatever you do. Because you deserve the universe, even the fucking milky way.” Changbin says to you softly as you giggle

“I still don’t understand how I was able to land you as my girlfriend. But soon I know you will permanently be my nubian queen. Because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N. Thank you for being the a reason in my life”

Tears are rolling down you eyes as he confess his love for you and with that you pull him close and kiss him passionately.

The two of you hold each other close while kissing each other like time has stop at your request. As the waves of the ocean crashing gracefully in the background. He softly bit your bottom lip for permission to enter his tongue. You accept by slightly opening your mouth and your tongues dance at a tempo. He gently pushes you to lay down on the ground as he pulls away

“How do you look so beautiful under the moonlight” He says to as he looks at you like a mystical masterpiece

You caress his cheek

“I can say the same for you binnie “ you smiled

Changbin goes to leave tongue kisses on you neck

“So we’re the only ones out here right?” He asks as he continues to work your neck

“Umm I believe so, why” you says as he’s leaves you breathless

He pulls away from your neck and again gives you a the legendary WATTPAD smirk

“Stop looking at me like that before I lose control on this beach” you warned him

“Lose it all on me baby,” Changbin says seductively to you while he unbuttoned his shirt

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Sexiled (Part 19/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Happy Friday! Hope you’re all doing well and I hope you enjoy this! 

Summary: You and Steve discuss the night before. You and Sarah bond over the ballet. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sarah Rogers,

Rating: K+

Warnings: Light angst, discussing death of spouse/parent, feels, fluffy Steve

Word Count: 1679

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You woke slowly, no alarms, no annoyed roommate, just steady breathing and a muted scuffing that you couldn’t place, coming from beside you.

“Good morning, sweetness.”

“Good morning. Umm, how did we get up here?”

The last thing you remembered was being curled up in Steve’s lap, stroking his hair and pressing the occasional kiss to whichever part of his face you were closest to.  

“You walked. I did wonder if you were actually awake. Guess I got my answer,” he chuckled, continuing to sketch.  

You propped your head in your hand so you could study him.

“You’re so beautiful,” you sighed, as you mentally traced his features. You couldn’t help but smile when his cheeks turned pink. Placing his sketchpad and pencil on the bedside table, he scooted down in the bed so he was mimicking your position.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Inside and out.”

You ducked your head, flustered by his sincerity. Steve reached out to brush your hair out of your face, lingering on your cheek pulling your gaze to him.

“Thank you for last night,” Steve murmured. “I wasn’t expecting to react like that.”  

You pulled his hand away from your cheek so you could kiss his palm.

“Thank you for being open with me. How are you feeling?”

“Much better. It’s the first time I really talked about feeling that way. It helped a lot.”

“You know you can talk to me about stuff like that any time.”

“I don’t want to burden you,” he argued but you were already shaking your head.

“It’s not a burden. Your problems are not a burden. You are not a burden.”

His eyes widened at your words, and you knew you’d hit the nail on the head.

“Steve, listen to me. You are never a burden to me or to anyone else. Do you understand me?”

He nodded, slowly, still mulling it over.

“Yes. I’m not sure I believe you. But I’ll work on it.”

You smiled at his honesty. “That’s all I ask.”

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.  

“I love you too. I was right by the way,” you added with a satisfied smile.

“About what?”

“I do love you more today than yesterday.”

His answering smile was radiant. When he kissed you it was slow and deliberate and he poured every ounce of emotion into it.

“As do I,” he whispered when he pulled away. “As do I.”

You spent a little longer kissing and processing the night before. When you finally got yourselves ready for the day you found the downstairs was halfway to being a winter wonderland.

“Good morning, kids,” Sarah greeted from behind a box of Santas.  

“Good morning. You’ve been busy.”

“I can never wait to put up the Christmas decorations,” she admitted, panting out a laugh as she tried to juggle a box and the lights.  

“I’ll get it, Ma.”

Steve rushed to her side to help with the box, and that was how most of the day went. When it was time to call it quits before the ballet the place was completely decked out.

After a quick shower, you retreated into Sarah’s room to get ready together.

“You looked so beautiful on your wedding day,” you gushed when you noticed the wedding photos on her vanity as she carefully arranged your hair into an elegant twist. “I love your gown. It’s so classic.”

“Thank you. I still love that dress. I think if I were to get married again, I’d still pick it.”

“I hope I feel that way about my dress someday.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Steve looks so much like his dad.”

“Yes, he does,” she sighed as she looked at the picture. “Sometimes when I come home and see Steve reading in this chair, I think it’s Joe for a just a minute.”

She sniffed as she pinned fabric flowers into your hair, just below your right ear.  

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart,” she complimented, looking over your shoulder into the mirror as she tucked the tag into the back of your dress and smoothed the flutter sleeves.  

You covered her hand with your own, squeezing.

“Thank you. And thank you again for this. It’s so amazing. I always dreamed of seeing the Nutcracker done professionally.”

“It’s my pleasure.” She leaned on the end of the bed to slip her shoes on. “I’m excited to share it with someone who loves it as much as I do. Joe and Steve have never quite shared my love of the ballet, but they always went along with me.”

She sat next to you on the vanity bench to put on her jewelry.

“Did you go often?”

“Usually just the Nutcracker. But Joe always made it special. He made sure that Steve and he were dressed in the best clothes. And he’d bring me a bouquet. Red roses and pink tulips. And we always took our holiday photo that night.”

“That so sweet.”

“This is the first year we’re going since Joe passed,” Sarah admitted quietly.

“Really?” you asked, choked up.

“Yes. Steve had been getting sicker. And by the time Dr. Erksine came along, it felt too hard to go back. So we just let the years pass.”

You tried to find the words to comfort her, but none came so you held her hand instead. She squeezed tightly, a silent thank you as she sniffed back a few tears.

“It was high time to bring the tradition back. And what better reason than to share it with someone so special to Steve.”

“I’m…” Flattered? Honored? You couldn’t find the right words.

“You don’t have to say anything. I think we understand each other very well.”  

You stayed quiet together for a few more moments before she shook her head and stand up.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Absolutely.”

Steve was dressed in a gray suit and sitting in the armchair in the living room scrolling through his phone when you and Sarah came down, but he immediately hopped to his feet when he heard you on the stairs.

“You both look beautiful.”

“Thank you, son.”

“Ma, I have something for you.”

“What is it?”

He reached behind the armchair and retrieved a bouquet of tulips and roses. You had to bite back your aww and you could see Sarah fighting tears.

“I know that things are different now with dad being gone, but I thought since we were bringing back this tradition, I could carry on this part too. I want to make things special for you again.”

She reached out to cup his cheek and you had to look away to give them privacy.

“Oh, Steve.”

She hugged him, bringing his head down to her shoulder as she cradled the back of his head.

“You are a good man. Your dad would be so proud.”

The ride to the Metropolitan Opera House was quiet. A lot of emotions had been stirred up so far that evening, but when you finally arrived, the overwhelming one was excitement. You couldn’t take in the details around you quickly enough. You were certain you were missing amazing things. You felt Steve’s amused gaze as he led you by the hand, allowing you to devour the new environment.

Once you were seated, you continued your attempt to commit the architecture to memory – memories you knew would never do it justice.

When the lights dimmed, your breath caught in anticipation. Steve’s fingers found yours, grounding you, even as you were threatened to be carried away by the music. You were one of the first on your feet during the curtain call, clapping until your hands stung and your arms were sore.

“What did you think?” Sarah asked as you slowly filed out of the theater.

“It was breathtaking. Did you enjoy it?”

“Very much so. And what about you, Steven? Did you enjoy the evening?” Sarah asked, a teasing tone in her voice you didn’t quite understand.

“I did,” he assured her. “I believe I saw something truly beautiful tonight.”

“I’m sure you did.”

You watched the back and forth curiously, before Sarah turned her attention back to you, clearly changing the subject.

“Y/n, sweetheart, would you mind taking our picture?”

“Of course.”

You took her phone from her and lined up a shot of the two of them below the marquee and then several close ups.

“There you go. Let me know if you like them,” you told her, handing back the phone.

“Oh they’re perfect. Okay, now let’s get you two together. Come on. Get close.”

Steve’s ears turned pink with his mother’s fussing, but tugged you into his side nonetheless. You felt awkward in the first few, but when you looked up to see Steve’s warm gaze you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“There you go! More like that. Act like you like each other.”

That made you laugh.

She took a few more pictures before asking a passerby to take one of the three of you and finally hailing a cab back home. She kissed both you and Steve good night.

As you lay, curled up in his bed, you asked the question that you’d been wondering since witnessing Steve and Sarah’s exchange.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“Yeah, sweetness.”

“Did you not like the ballet?”

He chuckled; he knew where you were going with this.

“To be honest, I didn’t watch most of it.”

“What were-“

“I was too busy watching you,” he explained. “That’s what Ma was teasing me for.”

“Why were you watching me?” You asked, just barely able to make out his features in the darkness.

“Because you are so beautiful when you’re happy. You light up so brightly. How could you expect me to watch anything else?”

You wanted to scoff. Or laugh it off. But you knew he was utterly serious.

“I could watch you be happy forever, sweetness.”

“Nothing would make me happier than forever with you,” you whispered.

“Win/win then,” he chuckled, pulling you close and kissing your temple.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. 

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[yeah-klave]

When inspiration bangs on your bedroom wall

Summary: Vanya and Sissy are reunited after three months apart, but they get a little distracted by the boys next door who are being very loud.

Genre: Smut (hopefully with a side of humour).

A/N: Modern college!AU. Klaus and Vanya are NOT siblings in this AU. This is a Klave fic through the eyes of Vanya/Sissy.

Word length: 1.6k.

Warning: Smut (but not as explicit as some of my other fics), swearing, a little voyeurism, embarrassment, ridiculous pet-names. All characters are aged 18+.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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The noises started just after ten.

Sissy and Vanya were curled up in bed in Vanya’s dorm room.

Sissy had been awake since stupid-o’clock in the morning, and since then there had been a ferry ride, a plane flight and three bus journeys. But now she was here at last. With Vanya. Finally.

And while she was so happy to see her girlfriend again – after three long months apart – she was also absolutely exhausted. Knowing they had two whole weeks to spend together, Sissy was trying not to feel too guilty that their first night reunited had just been spent lazing on Vanya’s bed, watching a movie on her laptop and eating take out.

“I don’t want to waste our time together,” Sissy mumbled into Vanya’s neck, suppressing a yawn. “But I’m – just – so – tired.”

Vanya pressed her lips to Sissy’s forehead and ran her fingers through her silky blonde hair.

“Don’t be silly,” she murmured soothingly. “I understand. That journey is such a killer!” She stroked Sissy’s cheek. “I’m just so glad you’re here. Besides, I don’t consider any time I spend with you to be wasted.”

Sissy closed her eyes and hummed happily, leaning into Vanya’s touch.

“How about we just have an early night, hun?” Vanya suggested.

Sissy smiled and nodded drowsily. “That sounds perfect.”

The girls gently untangled themselves and got ready for bed, slipping into pyjamas and sliding beneath the sheets, carefully arranging themselves in Vanya’s single bed.

Vanya had just clicked the bedside lamp off and cuddled up next to Sissy when the noises started from next door.

They heard the door to the neighbouring dorm open and close and then some deep muffled voices, interspersed with laughter.

“Oh, no,” Sissy groaned quietly. “You don’t have noisy neighbours, do you?”

“To be honest,” Vanya whispered. “I don’t ever really hear anything from that side. The guy in that room is generally really quiet, respectful. He’s kind of the studious type. They’ll probably quieten down soon. Actually,” Vanya paused. “It sounds like they have already.”

The girls listened. The talking and laughing had died down. Sissy sighed and shifted position slightly, her head pillowed on Vanya’s chest.

They lay quietly and Vanya could feel Sissy’s breathing evening out. Vanya closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, happy and content and excited for the next two weeks.

Just as Vanya was feeling herself starting to drift, the thud came from next door, followed by a long, loud moan.

Vanya’s eyes snapped open.

Another moan came. Then another.

Sissy shifted position. “Oh, hello,” she said, amused, the breath huffing against Vanya’s skin.

Oh, Klaus!

The deep cry was perfectly audible, despite the wall separating the rooms. Vanya swallowed.

Oh, yes! Klaus!

The deep voice moaned again.

A rhythmic thudding started up; the sound of a headboard repeatedly hitting a wall.

Oh, Klaus! Mmmhh, yes!

Vanya screwed up her eyes and below her she heard Sissy giggle. “He sounds really studious.” Vanya could hear the amusement in her voice.

“I’m sorry,” Vanya whispered. “It’s not normally like this. To be honest, I thought he was in a long-distance relationship. I’ve never heard him like this. Ever.”

“Well,” Sissy smiled, her fingers playing with the trim of Vanya’s camisole top, just above her right breast, “distances can be travelled.” Vanya’s breath hitched.

The girls lay quietly, listening.

Between the thunk, thunk, thunk of the headboard, they could hear grunts and deep moans.

Oh, Klaus! Yes, like that!

Then, a new voice could be heard: Oh yeah, you like that, sweet pea?

Yeeeeeeess… came back the first voice.

Yeah you like that…. Christ on a cracker, just look at you! You needed this didn’t you, cupcake?

There was a strangled wail.

Sissy lifted her head and caught Vanya’s eye, raising an eyebrow.

Vanya sighed, rolling her eyes. Sissy giggled again, her fingers had trailed down and were now absently tracing over the skin of Vanya’s stomach, just above the line of her shorts.

Holy moly, you’re so tight, bunny.

Oh Klaus! Oh, yes! Please! Oh, fuck, please, I need to cum!

Oh dumpling, you’re so fucking sexy when you beg.

Vanya ran her hand down the curve of Sissy’s spine, settling in the hollow of her back, just below the swell and curve of her backside.

Please Klaus, please! I need it. I need you to let me cum.

Not yet kitty catz, not until I say you can…

The thudding increased in tempo and volume.

“Someone’s sure taking a pounding,” Sissy mused, shifting her hips and pressing her thighs together. Vanya could feel the gentle push of one of Sissy’s hard, aroused nipples pressing into her skin through the thin layer of fabric separating them.

Oh, fuck, oh, yes, oh, fuck!

Say it! Coaxed the second voice. Say my name!

Klaus! Wailed the first voice.

Louder!

Klaus… Klaus… Klaus… Klaus… Oh, fuck, Klaus!

“Sounds like they’re finishing up,” Vanya said, burying her nose in Sissy’s hair, breathing in her intoxicating smell and trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and the hot, pulsing thrum of her heartbeat between her legs.

The grunts got louder, the moaning intensified, and the headboard smacked against the wall in a rapid staccato.

Oh, fuck, Klaus, please, please, please… I need…. I need…

Oh, yes, Davey! I know, I know, I’ve got you… I want to hear you, I want to see your face as you fall apart, I want to feel you cum on my cock…Come on now, sweet thing… nearly there… so close… so fucking beautiful… Now, can you cum for me, soldier?

Oh, Oh, OH! YES! KLAUS! Yes! Fuck! I’m cumming!

Grunts and moans filled the air and the thunk of the headboard increased, until it finally lost its rhythm and a single deep groan came from the other side of the wall, punctuated with a few final sporadic bangs.

There was a moment of silence. Then, bed springs creaked and footsteps could be heard padding to the en-suite and back, followed by low mumbling. The bed creaked again.

“Well,” Sissy said. “So much for our early night.”

“Ummm,” Vanya hummed, lost in the feeling of Sissy’s fingers against her skin and Sissy’s body – soft and warm – pressed up against her own.

Sissy shifted, bringing her head up to rest on the pillow next to Vanya’s, their noses brushing.

“You know,” Sissy said, so close Vanya could feel her breath on her own lips. “I’m suddenly not feeling quite so tired.”

Vanya looked back at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah?” Vanya breathed, eyes twinkling.

“Yeah, lovebug” Sissy replied, quirking a smile and leaning forwards to capture Vanya’s lips in a hungry kiss. Her hand traced over Vanya’s breasts, squeezed, then travelled lower and gently slid down the front of Vanya’s pyjama shorts.

Vanya sighed, parted her legs and fumbled to remove Sissy’s clothes, lost in the feeling of Sissy’s fingers stroking and teasing and pressing.

The soft sighs and high keening moans that began to fill Vanya’s room were soon accompanied by a litany of grunts and groans, as round two started on the other side of the wall.

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“Oh, hey Vanya.”

Vanya looked up from where she was peering into her shelf of the communal fridge at the two men who had just walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, hey Dave,” she said and turned to Sissy who was leaning against the worktop and added, pointedly. “This is my neighbour, Dave.” She turned back to Dave, “this is my girlfriend, Sissy. She’s visiting.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Dave smiled

“Oh, hey” Sissy said, smiling. She then turned to the tall, dark-haired guy standing just behind him. “So, I guess you must be Klaus, right?”

Dave and the brunette both frowned. Vanya tried to hide her smile by peering into the fridge again.

“Umm, yeah,” the brunette said perplexed, his eyebrows crinkling over his large, green eyes.

For a moment, Dave looked between Sissy and Klaus, frowning in confusion. Then his head snapped up, eyes wide, and he stared straight at Vanya who caught his eye and winked.

“Oh, no” he said, his face heating up.

Vanya and Sissy glanced at each other, then away, desperately trying to suppress their smiles.

“Oh, no, no, no…” Dave said, hiding his face in his hands, his ears a vivid shade of pink.

“Um, what’s going on?” Klaus asked, looking between the three of them.

“Ummm,” Dave coughed and looked down, shuffling his feet uncomfortably. Finally, cringing and screwing up his face, he mumbled, “Vanya has the dorm room next door to mine.”

Klaus blinked, still puzzled.

Then, after a beat, Vanya saw the moment realization dawned on him, like a light switch being flicked on. Klaus’ confusion disappeared and his face lit up with a proud, shit-eating grin.

He looked over at Dave and waggled his eyebrows, his expression smug and self-satisfied.

Dave shook his head and scrubbed his hands over his face.

“Enough, you,” he said ruefully, elbowing Klaus gently in the ribs. He turned to the girls, contrite. “I’m so, so sorry if we disturbed you. I’m completely mortified.” As Dave apologized profusely, Klaus’ shoulders jerked as he continued to giggle quietly next to him.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Vanya said, looking over at Sissy and lacing their fingers together.

“Yeah, no worries at all,” Sissy said. “Actually,” she added, her eyes flashing as she squeezed Vanya’s hand. “We should probably thank you. You ended up being quite… inspiring.”

Klaus’ loud whoop drowned out Dave’s embarrassed spluttering, but the girls hardly noticed as they smiled, and blushed, and got lost in each other’s eyes.

[yourmidnightlover]

SSA Hotchner: chapter 3 - undercover

TW: fluffy cuddling stuff, talk about a case (basic criminal minds stuff), talk about sexual assault, asphyxiation.

WC: 5,277

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it was now your first day of official work at the bau. once you walked through those doors everything was official. at least, as official as they could be since this was a trial run. regardless, you were a mixture of excited and nervous.

this could be the beginning of your dream job for you, or the exact opposite. it could be the beginning of the end of the job you've longed for since you were young.

thanks to a lot of visits to the bau since you were fired, you knew the routine of the others pretty well. you knew how they liked their coffee, what their favorite lunch spots were, and you kind of knew what they liked to do to help them unwind from a case.

jj liked to go home to her kids and will. she enjoyed the comfort of them, and needed the reassurance that not everything was dark and gloomy in the world she got when they ran up to with smiles on their faces. either that or a girls night with emily and penelope.

emily liked spending time with you. or really, just her loved ones. you helped ground her and aid her in the process of unwinding from all the stress that occurred during her time away. sometimes she would even just spend time with jj or aaron when you weren't available in the past.

penelope needed to rid her brain of the terrible images that crossed her screen on a daily basis. she needed to remind herself of the positivity and good things in the world that would be blind-sided by said images on her screen. in order to achieve this, she would spend time with emily or jj or morgan. she would often try to spend time with spencer as well, which he would be delighted in.

morgan liked going home to savannah. he would go home and not only relax himself, but also help his love relax after a long day in the er. he wanted to make sure they were both doing well, so they'd stay up cuddled on the couch most of the night just staring at the blank tv screen or talking about their days.

rossi liked the simpler things in life, so just going back to his mansion, cooking himself some pasta, popping open a bottle of red, maybe lighting a cigar, and he was perfect.

aaron liked spending time with jack and you. he, much like jj, wanted to be around his closest family and have that reassurance that they were okay.

spencer... had trouble unwinding from a case. when he got back, he would call his mom and on her good days he would tell her about how they stopped the bad guy and saved someone, on her bad days, it made his arrival even worse.

if the case didn't end well, the news that his mom wasn't doing well either was just the cherry on top of the worst sundae you could imagine.

so whether the days were good, or bad, he lost himself in books. he read, and read, and read. sometimes he would play chess against himself, or practice the keyboard, or spend time with penny.

after the most recent case, however, he called you.

"h-hey, y/n," he greeted shakily. he didn't really know why he called you. he wanted to talk to you after the case, next thing he knew he was boarding the jet with your voice in his ear.

"spencer! hi," you replied happily. "is the case over?" you wondered, closing the book you had been reading on your couch.

"yea, yea it's over now," he answered. "i was just um, wondering if you'd want to... i don't know. hang out? we're about to take off on the jet and should get back home in about an hour if there are no complications," he quickly asked, partially fearing the answer. he had talked himself up to asking you something all day. he wanted to talk to you, he just didn't really know how to start the conversation.

"umm, sure," you smiled against the phone. "do you want to come to my place? it's not too far from the bau."

"really?"

"yea, really. i'll send you the address and the gate code to come in," you informed him.

"okay, y-yea. do you want me to pick anything up? food? movie?" he asked as he settled into his seat on the jet, never being more grateful that he had gotten there especially early.

"snacks maybe? i have some movies here we could watch."

"sounds great! i'll uhm, i'll see you then."

"alright, see ya," you hung up the phone.

when spencer arrived, he had in hand a container of jello and rice crispy treats. you welcomed him inside, showing him where the kitchen was and giving him a tour of your house.

you ended up both settling on the couch, watching a french film you had gotten a while back, never bothering to watch it - subtitles were never really your thing. but now that you had spencer as a translator for what you couldn't understand, you would watch the movie over and over as long as he was there.

because he was your translator, you had to sit relatively close to each other. he was by the arm rest, you dangerously close to him. you could smell the scent of coffee off of his shirt, the sweet but masculine cologne wafting around you.

"je te promets que je ne te quitterai jamais," spencer whispered in your ear. "vous n'avez plus jamais a vous sentir seul. vous n'avez plus jamais a avoir peur. parce que je t'aime. je t'ai toujours aime. votre beauté est indescriptible. pas seulement à l'extérieur, car il y a là aussi une beauté incommensurable, mais purement dans votre âme. votre âme irradie le genre de beauté dont on ne parle que dans les romans pour fantasmer. seule la beauté qui vient de votre âme est si pure et désirable parce qu'elle est réelle."

"well that sounds very lovey-dovey, huh?"  you whispered back, leaning into his ear slightly.

"uhm," he cleared his throat. "i promise i'll never leave you. you'll never be lonely again. you don't have to be afraid ever again. because i love you. i've always loved you. your beauty is..." he looked into your eyes as he spoke the next lines. "your beauty is indescribable. not just on the outside, because there is immeasurable beauty there also, but purely in your soul. your soul radiates the kind of beauty most only ever read about in novels to fantasize about. only the beauty that comes from your soul is so pure and desirable because it's real."

"wow, that um," you took a deep breath, gazing into his hazel eyes wondrously. "that sure is something out of a romance novel."

"y-yea. this movie is based off of a french novel, actually," he clarified, ruining the moment the two of you were sharing, probably for the better.

"i would expect nothing less," you smiled, scooting closer and resting your head on his shoulder. "i-is this okay?" you felt him taking a deep breath as he settled into your touch.

"yea, it's okay," he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, inevitably pulling you closer to him.

you two fell asleep like that, curled into each other. you didn't bother finishing the movie all too much after what happened, even though it wasn't much. when you awoke, your head was rested on his chest as your arms were wrapped around your torso. spencer's head was rested atop yours, his arms around your shoulders protectively. your legs were tangled together as you lay on top of him.

you never wanted to get up, scared that this would be a dream and last night wasn't real. the only thing promising the reality of last night was his touch on you right then. nevertheless, everything must come to an end eventually.

now, you wondered what your coping mechanism would be.

would you spend time with others? or would you retreat to your lonesome to hide from the darkness that surrounded everything? only time would tell, and time decided to let you figure that out relatively quickly because you had gotten your first case on your first day. great.

luckily, you had your go bag in your car, and were ready for basically anything.

"alright. this case is another doosy. if you thought the last one was creepy, this one... yikes," peneloped started to bridge into the briefing. "so there's been a string of murders along the west coast that have basically every college woman afraid for their lives. the girls were taken after college parties, missing for 8 days, and found wrapped entirely in plastic wrap and posed like... well just check your tablets," she motioned on the table at our devices.

"any evidence of-" morgan began.

"sexual assault? absolutely," penny quickly answered.

"the girls have what looks like ligature marks on their wrists and neck, strangulation maybe?" spencer spoke up.

"cause of death was asphyxiation, so that's a possibility," you relayed. "it's a really personal act. he wants to feel the life just... leave their bodies."

"we'll be able to figure more out when we analyze the crime scenes and the bodies. wheels up in 15," your bother announced promptly before you all rose and left the room.

one the plane ride there, you received information that yet another body was found. you and spencer were instructed to go to the morgue to analyze the new body and the previous ones.

obviously, you drove to the morgue.

looking at the bodies, something about there resemblance shocked you. you couldn't pinpoint what they reminded you of, but it was something. regardless, you had to focus.

the marks on their necks is what caused their death, strangulation. they had been restrained at the hands but not the ankles, so you thought there was probably a chain on the ceiling.

you were still trying to figure out what the bodies reminded you of, until the m.e. spoke up.

"y'know, this might be odd, but you kind of look like the victims. i mean the hair, bone structure, height, build, even eye color," she said, squinting her eyes at you as if she were studying your appearance. "sorry, that is kind of weird," she said as she blinked away from you.

"so that's where i recognize them," you whispered to yourself.

"you saw it too?" spencer asked, turning to face you.

"i mean, i thought they looked familiar but i just didn't know where from. apparently they just remind me of a mirror," you joked, nobody else finding it very funny. "right, serious."

"does that not worry you?" the m.e. asked confused.

"well, i'm not really a college girl that's going to parties, now am i?" you asked in return, not finding where the worry should settle in.

"you'll be okay. besides, i doubt hotch would let anything bad happen to you," spencer agreed.

"and i can take care of myself," you replied. "i'm not just hotch's little sister. i've earned my spot on the team and can fight my own battles when necessary," you sassed back at spencer.

"i-i didn't mean to make it sound like you couldn't. i w-was just trying to uhm, mention that he woul-wouldn't... i'll just stop talking now," he pressed his lips into a thin line, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"good idea, genius," you said, patting his chest comfortingly as you gave him a pretty smile. "now, i think we're done here."

"yup. you're right," spencer agreed.

"wow, you're a quick learner," you laughed as you made your way to the exit.

"you two are such a cute couple," the m.e. told spencer before he left behind you.

"i wish," he sighed with a smile before following you out of the door, glad you couldn't hear any of what just happened.

later that night, you were all sitting in the makeshift conference room, trying to piece together enough information for a profile. apparently there wasn't much information found at the crime scenes since the bodies were just placed there randomly.

spencer was instructed to build a geographical profile while the rest of the team delivered the behavioral profile.

once spencer had finished the geo profile, you had given all of the aspects to add to her search. sadly, you still had around 10 suspects that could be your unsub.

so now, sitting at the table with our team, you were all out of ideas. except for morgan.

"okay, guys i hate to say this, but i think we're all thinking it," he spoke up. "y/n looks like the victims."

"no. we aren't going there," aaron spoke up.

"aaron, come on. you know it's not a bad idea," you replied, trying to calm him down before he blew up.

"no. it's a terrible idea. it's your first case, and you've never gone undercover like this before. absolutely not," he rebuted.

"actually, i have gone undercover before," you spoke up. "you forget i used to be a lawyer. i had to be cutthroat in order to prove myself, so i would go undercover to try and get the most information i could. and most of the times, i went undercover with dangerous, narcissistic men. i just didn't tell you because i knew how you'd react," you finished.

"what?" he replied with anger. "regardless, i don't want you to be out with a murderer who rapes and kills women that look like you."

"you really think i haven't done that before? aaron, i can handle myself and you know it," you were getting more and more frustrated by the second.

"let's just all get some rest and discuss this tomorrow," he angrily stood up and exited the room, the rest of the team following him to the cars to go to the motel.

you sighed and dropped your head into your hands. you felt a hand on your shoulder, looked up to find spencer smiling awkwardly at you as he sat in the seat beside you.

"you belong here, y'know," spencer reassured you. "i-i try not to profile the team, but i don't think it takes a profiler to realize when someone's trying to prove themself," he said as he removed his hand from your shoulder, opting to put it in his lap instead.

"i know i do, it's just frustrating when i know that he just wants to protect me. i mean, he always has since we were younger and my dad would... he always would protect me," you corrected yourself. "i just wish he would realize i'm not a little girl anymore."

"i think he knows that. i mean, you've worked so hard to get where you are now, i think it'd be hard not to realize that," spencer replied firmly. "he'll come around."

"i hope so," you agreed. "we should probably go before the decide to just not get us any rooms."

"right," he said as he followed you out of the room, hopping in the passenger seat of the car as you drove the both of you to the motel. when you parked in the lot, you checked your phone to see if anyone sent you both the passcodes to get into your rooms.

a<3: sorry about earlier. i know you can handle yourself. i just don't want you to get hurt. also, you're rooming with reid. room number 4 and the code is 9836. if he tries anything i won't hesitate to put him on restriction.

you: i understand, and thank you. also, i doubt he'd try anything, but ME on the other hand... ;)

"so, looks like it's your lucky day. we're roommates tonight," you said with a smile.

"oh-i-uhm, right. s-sounds good," he smiled again.

"i'm just kidding, doc," you nudged his shoulder a bit. "not about the roommate part though. we are rooming together," you clarified, he nodded as you both hopped out of the car and went to into the room after spencer insisted on grabbing the both of your bags to carry inside. "how home-ey."

"it's better than some of the places we've stayed at," spencer shrugged as he placed his and your bags on the old-looking couch.

"and at least there are two beds," you shrugged.

"you can take the bathroom first," spencer spoke up as he pulled a book from his bag. "which bed do you want?" he asked.

"whichever you don't take is fine," you said as you got all of your toiletries.

"ok, i'll take the one closer to the door."

"sounds good with me, doc. i'll hurry," you said as you shut the door, allowing yourself to relax into the steaminess of the shower.

the water pressure wasn't the best, but it was better than you've felt before. you quickly showered and brushed your teeth before submitting the bathroom to spencer.

as sleep finally overtook your body, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about what the next day would entail. sure, you had done undercover work before.

last time you went undercover, you had been working on a murder case as a favor for one of your friends. you had needed solid evidence that the defendant was guilty, and the only way to do that was to go into his house to find it yourself.

so like any committed lawyer would do, you innocently met him at a bar. he ended up inviting you over to his place thanks to your natural charm.

while in his house, you made sure to record everything that went down (no, nothing sexual happened) and he let you sleep in his guest bedroom. you got up once you were sure he wasn't awake anymore and started looking for that evidence you needed.

his alibi wasn't completely solid, but everyone believed him when he was on the stand. naturally, you were looking for something that would disprove his alibi. what you found was something much, much worse.

snuff film.

he had a snuff film of him killing this person. and another. and another. and another.

what you took the flash drives, stashed them in your bra, and got the hell out of there.

needless to say, you won the case.

that was the scariest time you went undercover. not only did you find out he was the murderer, you found out he was a serial killer. your mind was telling you that he would wake up at any second, and you'd become another person on a flash drive.

luckily, that's not what happened.

the next day, you would march up to your brother and convince him that you could handle yourself.

aaron knew you could handle yourself. he knew how strong and smart you were, obviously. he could never discredit you on that. you're one of the fiercest person he knows. he just worries for you all the time, reasonably so because of your childhood. he's your protector.

and you knew that his heart was in the right place, you just wanted to be treated as any other person on the team and be allowed to prove yourself by going undercover.

when you woke up, notably before spencer, you first got yourself ready. you wore black jeans with a navy button up and your utility belt. you made sure to put your hair up and then made your way down to get you and spencer some coffee.

once you got back in the room you noticed that spencer was still asleep. you walked over to his bed after setting down the coffee. sitting on the empty side on the bed, you admired his features.

no wonder he was called pretty boy. he was a truly pretty person, even when he was still asleep. from his adorable button nose to the plump lips he licked so often, there was no imperfection to him. you brushed his hair out of his face, relishing in the softness of his gorgeous locks.

"spencer," you whispered in a sing-song voice. "i've got your coffee," you said as you began to rub his scalp with your nails.

"mmm," he groaned. he rotated his body so he was laying on his back as he slowly opened his eyes. "hi," he mumbled quietly.

"good morning, doc," you laughed softly, not stopping your ministrations on his head.

"that feels really nice," he sighed, trying to savor the feeling of your hands in his hair.

"does it, doc?" you said as he moved his head to lay in your lap.

"mmhmm. don't stop yet," he pleaded as his arms wrapped around your body.

he was cuddly in the mornings, duly noted.

"it's only 6 a.m., so you have a little while before you need to start getting ready," you announced as you started using the other hand to massage his shoulder and neck, working your way up into his hair.

"hmmm, good," he mumbled into your stomach.

spencer would probably regret being so touchy later on today, but his morning brain couldn't let him stop. that, mixed with the way your hands felt on him was all too much. he couldn't not let you keep going.

"i never knew you were so touchy, spencer," you giggled a bit as his arms tightened around you before releasing his grip.

"i-i'm sorry," he was going to move his head from your lap before you gently stopped his by grabbing his shoulders, keeping him in place.

"don't be," you said, he automatically relaxed after. "it's not uncomfortable for me. i just thought you were averse to touch, is all," you clarified.

"i guess it's just with new people," he admitted. "you're not exactly new. and that really does feel really nice," you ran your hands from the front of his head down to the base of his neck.

"i used to do this for a few of my girl-friends when they were stressed with pre-law. they would come to me for help studying and for the scalp massages," you laughed out as spencer took your torso in his arms again, nuzzling his face into your body.

"that's very smart of them. i didn't have many friends in college since i was so young," he whispered.

"well i'd like to think we would've been friends," you began to braid his hair. "do you think we would've?"

"i'm not sure. probably not." he admitted with a shrug.

"well why do you think that?" you ran your hands through the braid to undo it.

"because you're just so... perfect?" he admitted quietly, tightening his hold on you as if you'd disappear from his admission.

"i'm really not perfect, spence. i promise," you chuckled as you began massaging his shoulders.

"yes you are. i'm convinced that there's nothing wrong with you. it's like you're not... real?" he sighed as you began pressing your fingers into his sore shoulders.

"i'm real, alright. and i have flaws. i have plenty," you admitted to him softly. "you just haven't seen them yet, doc."

"i'll believe it when i see it," he laughed as he sat up to face you. "nothing's wrong with you, y/n. i hope you know that," he smiled kindly.

"well at least you think so," you grinned in return. "how about we get you that coffee? it might be cold by now but it's exactly how you like it," you said as you got up to grab the cup from the nightstand, handing it to him.

"thank you," he took a sip of it slowly. "you know how i like my coffee?" he asked in disbelief.

"mhmm," you shrugged. "it's not like you get some every day in the office," you laughed.

"nobody's ever... why... how?" he tried to articulate his gratefulness.

in all actuality, nobody's ever really cared enough about him to do something as miniscule as get him a cup of coffee exactly how he likes it.

such a small thing that you've done, paired with your calm exterior and nonchalant attitude about it all just made his heart well.

not only have you woken him up in the best way possible, you've done the most simple, kind act of getting him a cup of coffee.

the entire situation seemed so... domestic. foreign. lovely.

"why're you so surprised?" you smiled softly at him.

"it's just... thank you," he said as he finally got out of bed.

once spencer was done getting ready, you both headed down to the lobby together where you were greeted by the rest of the team. aaron walked up to you, pulling you away from the group as you said your 'good morning's'.

"are you sure about this?" he asked, brows raised in concern.

"about going undercover?" you asked for clarification.

"you have to be confident that you can do it, y/n. otherwise i won't send you in at all," he demanded.

"yes. i'm sure," you nodded eagerly.

"okay. we'll come up with a plan soon. if you have any doubts let me know," he ordered.

"i will. i promise," you agreed. "thank you," you said as you hugged his waist gratefully, his arms wrapping around your shoulders in return.

"yea, yea, yea," he laughed. "just be careful, y/n/n."

"aren't i always?" you smirked as you pulled back.

after you had profiled the remaining 10 men, you had all agreed that there was one man that stuck out as suspicious. lucas stillwater. you asked around the college campus if there were any parties going on that night, there only being one that the unsub would be visiting.

the unsub was living off-campus. he had an ex-girlfriend who died last year, the anniversary being right before the murders started. he would make the girls act as his girlfriend would during their relationship, hence the sexual assault.

ultimately, you would try to lead him on. you would flirt with him, make it seem like you were interested, then reject him once he asks you out or for more. he would follow you home, to a place you had set up a couple hours back, and try to attack you in there.

you were wearing something his ex-girlfriend amy would wear. it was a baby pink, almost white, halter dress that cinched slightly at your waist, flowing out a bit at your hips only to stop right above your mid-thigh. you paired that with a pair of white high block heels, and wore a silver necklace and rings. you added some mascara, lip gloss, and blush to have that innocent look amy did.

walking out of the motel room once you were ready, you made sure to leave your gun in the room. aaron had told you to leave it there since this guy wanted you to flirt with him, he might get touchy and him finding the gun would freak him out.

"damn, y/n," morgan greeted you.

"damn is right," emily agreed. "you look hot!"

"oh, thanks," you laughed as you tried to pull the dress down a bit. "it's a bit short," you winced.

"you look great, y/n," jj agreed, you smiled sweetly at her.

"oh, w-wow," spencer said as he walked into the motel lobby to see you standing there.

you turned around to see him staring at you wide-eyed. he felt his heart stop at the sight. you in the baby pink short dress, looking all innocent in something like that did... things to him.

"hey, spencer," you smiled at him, that smile he already found himself so fond of.

"i uhm, i'm supposed to g-go to the party. to uhm, to watch you for so-some backup," he stuttered out.

"need some water?" you giggled at his nervousness.

"pretty boy, you likin' pretty girl all of a sudden?" morgan teased, walking over to pat him on the back.

"i-what?" spencer asked at the question, morgan shaking his head.

"leave the man alone," emily defended him. "it's not his fault y/n looks like that," she laughed out.

"oh shut up," you rolled your eyes at the banter. "where's aaron?"

"he's about to be here with rossi," jj informed you.

"right, thanks," you walked outside to get some fresh air before you had to leave.

were you nervous? yes. who wouldn't be when they're about to face a killer. would you tell anyone? no. you didn't need them doubting you on your first case, especially when you practically volunteered to go undercover.

you could do this. you knew you could. you just needed some fresh air.

"y/n?" you heard the voice come from behind you. you turned around to see spencer right in front of the door.

"yea? what is it?" you asked, almost out of breath from just standing there.

"you just seemed... anxious when you came out here," he almost whispered. "i just wanted to make sure that you're uhm, that you're okay."

"oh, right. i'm sorry," you chuckled, taking a deep breath. "i'm alright."

"you know you don't have to act like you're always okay?" he said, walking to where you stood in front of a bench motioning for the both of you to sit down. "i mean, you're about to go head to head with a serial killer. it's alright to be a bit nervous."

"i know it is, i just... it's my first case. i have to prove myself," you shrugged as you sat beside him. "if i mess this up, what'll that say about my placement on the team?"

"it'll say that you tried your best. it'll say that we need to make you feel more welcome here," he indulged. "if you do mess up, as long as we're here to help it'll be alright. you don't need to be perfect all the time. that's unrealistic."

"i know you're right. it'll be okay," you sighed.

"you'll be okay. nothing bad will happen to you whether or not we get to arrest him. i swear to you," he took your hand in his and squeezed it lightly.

"thank you, spencer," you turned to look into his eyes.

gazing into each others eyes, you subconsciously moved closer to his side. he wrapped his free hand around to move a stray hair behind your ear, you nuzzled your head into his touch.

before you knew it, the car with aaron and rossi was pulling into the parking lot, jolting you and spencer to opposite sides of the bench.

"hey, y/n," rossi greeted you. "how're you feeling?"

"good, ready," you nodded after clearing your throat.

"no second guessing?" aaron had asked.

"nope. none at all," you shook your head, your hands placed behind your back.

"has spencer told you that he's going to be there with you?" you nodded at rossi's question. "good. he's the second youngest so he'll fit in there. kind of."

"what's that supposed to mean?" spencer walked closer the the three of you.

"oh, nothing, doc," you giggled.

"alright, well the rest of the team knows the plan," he began explaining. "we're gonna head up there in this car while the others take a separate one. spencer will go in before you. once you both are inside you should look for lucas. make sure he's the one to approach you," aaron finished.

"make him come to me, got it," you nodded along. "let's get going, yea?" you said as you made your way to the car.

"are you ready for this, y/n?" rossi asked in his father-tone voice.

"i'm more than ready. i've got this," you told him.

you could only hope that you were right.

[samcedesvegas]

Morning in Vegas || Samcedes

Who: Sam Evans and Mercedes Jones

What: Sam and Mercedes go out on the town for some much needed fun

Where: Las Vegas, NV

Mercedes was having the strangest dream, she and Sam went out, got married, got drunk and had wild sex all night, when she heard a knocking on the door. Her eyes fluttered open as the knocking continued and she groaned not wanting to get up but knowing it wouldn't stop. She sighed sitting up feeling extremely hung over. She threw her robe on, not registering that she was naked under it and went to the door. "I'm coming...what?" She opened the door to see Nate standing there with a dozen roses.

"Merce please. Take me back, we are perfect for each other. I just needed time to find out who I am and I realize I am nothing without you."

The room was spinning in circles. Sam woke up with his blonde hair all over his head, a pounding headache, and pretty much no recollections of what he did last night. But by the stench of whiskey on his breath he knew it was fun.  He rolled over, only to find Mercedes Jones, his co-star, completely naked next to him. “Holy shit.” He cursed under his breath before silently congratulating himself. It was a guy thing. Not knowing how she might feel about everything, his plan was to quickly shower and leave her to rest. Walking back into the bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, his eyes widened at Nate standing in the doorway with a bouquet of roses. “I-I umm, I’m just gonna’ grab my clothes and go.” He stuttered awkwardly.

Mercedes felt her eyes widen as Sam walked into the room from the bathroom, and Nate saw red. He pushed past Mercedes looking at Sam. "What the fuck?!"

Mercedes closed her eyes trying to figure out what was going on herself. "Nate I need you to go "

"Me?! You made me wait a damn year before we even went past second base and here you are with him?"

"Nate please...right now I need you to turn the volume down and go. I don't know what happened between me and Sam but whatever it was, it stopped being your business a long time ago ."

Nate was about to run at Sam but Mercedes stopped in his path. "NATE! JUST GO!"

Once Nate finally agreed to leave Sam was relieved when Mercedes closed the door. He knew karate and Kung fu but he wasn’t sure how far that would take him with a dude twice his size and build. He breathed a sigh of relief as he went to gather his clothes. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to screw that up.” His country accent is a bit thicker than normal because of his nerves. Taking a seat on the bed he hid his face in his hands. Mostly trying to remember last night but also to soothe the headache that was pounding in his head. “What the hell did we do last night?”

Mercedes tightened her Robe and shook her head. "Nate shouldn't have come here. We are over, he needs to realize that." She ran her hands through her hair shaking her head. "I don't know...I remember the club and bits and pieces..." She was about to sit on her bed when her phone rang.

"Tina let me call you back."

"Sure thing I just have one question. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!"

Sam could hear the shouting through the phone. He tried his best to remember everything that went on. He was sure of one thing though, they definitely had sex. Only reason to explain them both naked laying in bed together. He remembered the fountain but pretty much everything after that was a blur. He quickly dressed himself as he waited for Mercedes to finish her call.

"Please stop yelling! It's been a crazy morning already." She sighed. 

Tina continued. "Mercedes I took you on as a client because you were the responsible one. But this..."

"What are you talking about?"

"How about the fact that you and Sam got MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"We did what now?"

Whoever this Tina was, she was a very loud person. Loud enough for Sam to hear. "My mother is gonna' kill me" he whispered more so to himself. He went to grab the remote and turn on the tv and there they were on TMZ. A picture of them kissing at the chapel and even a scanned copy of the marriage license. Sam ran his hands though his messy blonde hair before giving Mercedes a what the fuck look.

Tina cleared her throat. "Get home immediately, do not answer any questions, do not say anything."

Mercedes closed her eyes trying to remember the night. Then her eyes open wide. "Tina I swear it was a Joke. We went there as Brooke and Ryder. I have the copy right here." She ran to the side table looking for the license and quickly grabbed it and saw it on the floor. She sat back on the bed staring at it as the phone fell to the ground. "Oh my God."

Tina could still be heard from Mercedes phone on the ground as she stood there looking at what Sam assumed was the same marriage license he'd just seen on the tv. He stepped over to Mercedes. tightening his towel  around his waist so it didn't slip. They definitely needed to talk about all of this.

Mercedes didn't say a word she just stared at the paper in front of her. She could have sworn she wrote out Brooklyn not Mercedes. Her eyes scanned to the groom's name seeing if Sam wrote Ryder but he didn't. "What the hell did we do..."

" Apparently we got married." he tucked his lips in before letting them go with a pop. Before he could say anything else he had an incoming call from the back pocket of his jeans. He retrieved his phone and answered it. "SAMUEL DWIGHT EVANS! I can not believe you did something like this! You're 25 with a budding career and lot's of young female fans. What possessed you to do such a thing? Oh my Barbara...how am I supposed to spin this huh?" Sam sighed out of frustration. "Rachel...relax. Look I'll come straight to you when I get back in town." she was still talking but he hung up on her mid sentence.

Mercedes shook her head. "I'm sorry I blacked out what?" She looked at Sam. "Tell me that this is a dream."

Sam was going to every blog site that he knew of and they were front page on almost all of them. She turned his phone around to face Mercedes. "I don't think so." he shook his head. "Looks like we really...got married."

"Oh Go- I am gonna be sick." She held her stomach fearing the worst. "Wait it's okay, we just...we just get it annulled. Yeah we were drunk and clearly out of our minds. Yeah we just get it annulled and it's like nothing ever happened. " she said talking to herself.

Sam nodded. "Wait what the heck is an annulment?" he genuinely asked as he went to retrieve his clothes from the bedside, returning to the bathroom to quickly get fully dressed.

Mercedes glanced up at Sam realizing that he was talking to her.  "Oh um it's kinda like a divorce but this was more of it being like it never happened. I am sure they can spin it as a prank we just have to get back home." She sighed. "I am sorry this happened Sam, I should have never let my guard down...."

"Ahhh I get it." he nodded now understanding the concept. There was no way they could stay married. They barely even knew each other and Mercedes was only kind of cool with him in the first place. "You have nothing to be sorry about, it was both of us letting loose. LA little too loose I guess." He closed his eyes taking a deep breath  and suddenly last night's activities began to flood his head. It was still blurry but clearly they'd consummated the marriage...a few times last night.

Mercedes sighed standing up and sitting right back down, her body finally feeling the effects of last night. Flashes of her and Sam, on the bed, the wall, in the shower. Her eyes opened wider as she glanced at Sam. "Oh my Lord did we have sex too?"

Sam nodded. "My back was pretty scratched up so I'm going with yes." Sam took a seat next to Mercedes and grabbed her hand in his. "Look we can forget about it if you want to. We'll go back home and get this thing annulled or whatever and go back to normal."

She looked at him, eyes blinking but not really retaining what he was saying. She sighed as he took her hand in his and nodded. The sooner they got rid of this problem the sooner. 

After packing and having help to sneak out of the hotel. They found themselves on the short plane ride home. Within an hour of leaving the hotel they were in the conference room of her Label. Waiting to hear from her management and his.  Waiting to hear how angry they were.

Sam was sort of going through the motions with all of this. He had about a hundred text messages...ninety-nine being from his mother. He didn't bother opening them though. He knew it was full of chastising texts asking how she was supposed to explain this to all of her friends. He sat nervously on the opposite end of his wife. It was weird to think they were actually legally married. He wanted to talk to her and get an idea of how she was feeling. Earlier she was mostly in shock and disbelief. Before he could part his lips Rachel came walking in in her best business attire.

Mercedes glanced up as Sam's manager walked in followed by Tina. Tina took a seat next to Mercedes and sighed. "So I know we both can agree that this was not what we all expected when you left for Vegas. And while we both feel this should have been avoided...still can't believe you of all people did that Merce, but I digress, the Label and Production Company has come up with a way to resolve this."

Sam was all ears because he himself had no idea of how to fix all of this. It had already hit every major blog site and news broadcast. If they admitted it was a drunk mistake they'd look incompetent but if they went along with it, they'd be judged just as harshly. "I'm not used to taking a backseat by any means but I'll let Tina explain everything we came up with." Rachel held out her hands giving Tina the floor

"Thank you." Tina said standing. She knew Mercedes would have some issues with their plan so she wanted space from her. "So the problem is that you two got married while drunk in Vegas."

"It was a joke! We were supposed to be in character." Mercedes argued.

"Maybe so. But if we annul it, you two may seem unreliable and flaky, you may even cost the movie some much needed good press. So we are a team that thinks the only way to save face is for you to remain married."

"Wait what?" Sam turned to Rachel with a confused look on his face. So they were going to force them to stay married for the sake of the movie? Sam was clear this wasn't what Mercedes wanted and he definitely was not ready to be anyone's husband. As Rachel chimed in Sam sort of zoned out watching Mercedes the entire time. He was doing his best to read her mind. "...we've already arranged a little press tour to solidify all of this. Ellen, Jimmy Fallon, and The View." Sam caught the tail end of Rachel's sentence.

Mercedes shook her head as she listened to what they had to say. "No. No it's not happening. I am sorry but you can not expect us to stay married." 

Tina sighed. "It's the mess you got yourself into. Mercedes you have worked your ass off for your career and do you really want one mistake to ruin it? This is the best choice and then after a year you guys can divorce."

"No...no. There has to be another way." Mercedes said softly.(edited)

Sam's ears perked up and he finally mustered up enough confidence to respond to Mercedes. "Maybe it won't be that bad...the movie will be out by then right?" he directed toward Tina and she nodded. "We can have one of those short lived Hollywood romances then eventually everyone will forget about it." Mercedes was clearly adamant and sticking to her guns and Sam couldn't blame her. But maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Am I living in the damn upside down!?!?!?!?!?!" She said standing and running her hands through her hair. "I don't have a choice do I?" She said looking around.

Rachel stood placing a calming hand on Mercedes' shoulder. "I am afraid not. But we will do our best to make this a comfort for you and Sam. You'll honestly thank us in the end. Both of your careers are going to skyrocket because of this. Trust me."(edited)

"My career? DO you think I give a damn about that? I  am more concerned with my family! If my dad doesn't kill Sam, my brother will." She placed her hands on her head. "It's why I haven't even turned my phone back on."

Sam's head shot up at the mention of him being killed. He hadn't even thought about her family. He gulped nervously, running his hands through thick blonde strands of hair. "...killed? Rachel...I didn't sign up to be killed." He'd already had a taste of Mercedes' ex boyfriend this morning. He wasn't sure he could take too much more of the other men in her life.

Tina laughed. "She doesn't really mean to kill. They will just scare you." 

Mercedes sighed looking at Tina. "Is this really the only choice we have?"

Tina nodded and Mercedes looked at Sam and sighed.

"I'm not that bad, I promise." Sam always tried to make jokes that lightened the mood. Even if no one else was in the joking mood. He still wanted to get Mercedes alone so they could talk about this together. After all, they would be the ones who would have to put up this facade. And if they were going to this they both needed to be as comfortable as possible...if that was even possible.

Mercedes sat back shaking her head. This was ridiculous. 

"Tina looked at her. "So now that we are on the same page, what are you all thinking." 

Mercedes didn't say a word, she just sat there thinking about her family and her future.

Sam knew his family would have their opinions...he was too young, his career was just not taking off, blah blah blah. But he didn't care. He stopped caring about what they thought a long time ago. "Well on top of the press run, we'll have you guys go on a series of date nights, something the media can eat up. Then a People Magazine shoot, because people love newlyweds." Rachel was salivating with excitement.

Mercedes listens but has nothing to say. This was all too much. She heard Tina ask if she was listening and she nodded. "Huh? Uh yeah of course. If this is what you think is best then lets do it."

[jenni42085]

Made in the Am <seven>

Made in the AM: Seven 

Liam's POV

 The past few weeks touring with Alex has been quite fun. She is a breath of fresh air to our crew. She has been more outgoing and not so closed off since our drunken game night. The working out twice a day with me has helped her a lot, her clothes are extremely baggy which makes me happy, I just wish she would get clothes to fit her properly and show off her new figure. The only time I see her in form fitting clothes is when she is working out. After the day her pants almost fell off she went out with Lou for work out clothes.

 Her relationship with Harry is kind of awkward to say the least. I think we all figured since they were openly making out that they would couple up but there is hesitation on both sides. He spends time with her and I can tell they enjoy each other's company but there is some kind of disconnect.

 Thankfully her lack of relationship with him hasn't messed up her writing ability. She was able to write Love You Goodbye with Louis because he ran into Eleanor when we were in London and it was slightly awkward it took him a few days to get out of the funk but the song helped. We got to record a song call Olivia that we had been working on, Alex was impressed that we were able to do this all alone. Recording at Abbey Road was quite epic since it was bringing back the feeling of the Beatles which was refreshing.

��"So when is Tori meeting up with us?" I ask while spotting Alex on the bench press.

 "Umm in a few days. I'm meeting her at O'Hare. Why?"

 "Just wondering since Niall keeps talking about meeting her. Have they been texting?"

 "Yeah, they apparently text way more than I was anticipating. But it's cute. They both need some love." She says sincerely.

 "Speaking of love...." I pause as she hold the bar as she is about to start her last rep. "What is going on with you and Harry? I can tell you like each other. You stare at him when he isn't looking and vice versa. Maybe you should...."

 Alex finishes her rep then sits up looking slightly frustrated. "Maybe I should what? I'm not his type. I'm not..."

 "You aren't what?" I ask feeling frustration coming over me. She looks fit on the outside, I just want her to get the idea that she is overweight and unloveable most importantly not good enough for someone.

 "I'm not what he wants. He might just want to play with my heart and break it."

 "Nah, don't believe all that shit you hear. He isn't a bad guy. I see the way he looks at you. Just don't let your fear hold you back from being happy."

 "I know. I've been talking to Lou and Tori about it so I'm trying. I just need some girl's time to get myself in the right head space."

 "Ok. I'm not trying to force you into anything that you aren't wanting but you guys look miserable with out each other."

 "I know."

 Hopefully when Tori comes she came make time for her to have her girl talk. I know Lou talks to her a lot but I guess it isn't the same as your best friend. They just both seem to light up when they are near each other even if they aren't talking. It is so weird though for Harry to not pursue her when he admits he gets jealous. Love can be confusing like that I guess.

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Alex's POV

 I can't wait to see Tori! It feels like it has been ages since we've had a sleep over and just been able to chill. Being away from her and home has been slightly stressful but touring has been ok. I was able to come up with a song but I still have a ton of ideas that I just need to sit down and refocus my energy to that. Granted I got to see the boys record at Abbey Road. Their album is really coming together. Plus I was able to get a song done with Louis, he is more sensitive than I knew. 

 This trip has also been an eye opener with getting to see and explore places with Niall even though I have been linked to being with him per the media since we have been exploring the world together. Liam has been the best work out partner a girl could ask for I've lost 25 pounds since I first met him. Louis is my dance partner when I want have a late night dance party and always keeping me smiling. His habit of pulling pranks never get old.

 Harry and I are still on a slight disconnect. My heart wants to be with him but my head says other wise. Every time we are around each other he makes it his business to touch me or I can feel his gaze on me but he won't ask me out.  Or at the very least ask for some alone time.   His crazy long curly hair and green eyes are quite magnificent to look at. I just wish I knew what was going on inside his head because his behavior makes me feel conflicted like I'm not pretty enough for him.

 "Alex, are you ready to go pick up your friend?" Lou asks me excitedly as I'm tying my basic black converse up.

 "Yeah. Just about. I've missed her face."

 Lou picks up Lux, "Is Niall coming to see his dream girl?"

 "No. I told him to stay put because the paparazzi might be out waiting for us. I just want to get in and out of the airport with no issue."

 "That is true."

 The car ride to the airport was fun. Don't get me wrong I love the boys but I need girl time. Lou seems to pick up on my stress just like T does.

 "What's the matter?" she asks over my sunglasses.

 "Liam thinks I need new clothes." I reply sighing out the window. "He thinks I need more confidence."

 "Well you do!" Lou practically shouts at me which throws me off guard.  Thankfully Tori's flight landed before we got there and she was waiting out side for us.  After a quick hug she jumps in the Range Rover with us.

 "Alex don't take it the wrong way but I love your weight loss but your clothes aren't reflecting it at all.  You look frumpy.  How about before meeting the guys for dinner you, me, and Lou play dress up a little?" Tori says while text Niall.

 "But..."

 "No buts! I have already told Niall that I will see him at dinner."  She smiles as she is looking at her phone.  "I'm kind of nervous to meet him."

 "Wonderful! Tori, you have nothing to worry about he has been talking about you ever since he knew you were coming.  Now on to the mall." Lou says as she is googling the nearest mall.

 I let Lou and T dress me in several different outfits. We go to atleast six different stores getting me outfits since none of my other clothes seem to fit my body anymore. As we are in Forever 21 Lou examines my braids.

 "How about we take these out? You've had them in a month almost. Let me play with it." She asks thoughtfully.

 "Can you do black hair?" I ask. I wasn't trying to be rude or funny but you just can't let anyone do your hair.

 "Girl yes! I am a pro. Are you natural or relaxed?"

 "Natural."

 "Even better."

 I feel awkward and unsure of everything. "Why are you guys so excited to do this?" Both of them look back and forth to each other like reading each other's mind. "Well?" I ask waiting for an answer.

 Tori pulls me next to her on the bench. "Well, Niall has been telling me about Harry and you. I just think you both need a little push. So we are making you show off you body a little bit more. Not that I don't love your style but it needs some feminine fitted flare and kind of make Harry want you."

 "What??" I cock my head to the side giving her a shocked expression. So trying to get me to show a little skin for the guy. "If I'm not his type and he doesn't like me what makes you think this will help?" I ask while examining myself in the mirror.

 Lou joins us on the bench with Lux. "Simple. Harry watches you all the time but he gets nervous around you, he is still unsure of the kiss was a fluke."  I look at her with a shocked expression.  "What?  He tells me a lot when I'm getting him ready for a show.  We are just making you more appealing so he can approach you more often.  Give you balls to show him you like him."

 I sigh. I really don't know how to take this all. Granted yes I needed new clothes but I don't foresee him changing because of more feminine fitted outfits. Since that crazy drunken night we have shared a few moments. When the plane hit really bad turbulence on our way back to the States he saw that I was having a slight panic attack, he got up from his seat, and held my hand while I squeezed the life out it until we landed. And most of the rides back to the hotels after a show we would be near each other and we would fall asleep on one another. "I just don't know if I'm ready." I reply feeling unsure of myself even though I think he is good people just don't know if he is my person.

 Tori sighs at me. "Just try it once. If nothing happens tonight then you can go back to jeans and t shirts. Ok?"

 "Deal. I just hope I didn't completely waste my money." I reply slightly feeling hopeful as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm actually wearing leggings and I don't look as big as a house. I look quite thin. Maybe form fitting clothing isn't so bad.  Even if we don't work out at least I'll look kind of cute.

 They both pick up on me examining myself in the mirror. "I think you will keep the clothing either way. You look great." Tori says with a smile. "Ok let's get back to the hotel so we can finish getting you ready for our dinner. Niall says this is a fancy restaurant. So we have to look great."

 We gather the bags and Lux then head back to my room thankfully avoiding the guys. Lou puts Lux down for a nap while Tori and I start taking out my braids with the two of us taking them out we were done in no time. Lou practically throws me in the shower so I can wash and deep condition my shoulder length black naturally curly hair.  

 "Wow! Your curls are really beautiful! Like I'm not having much work to do on you!" She replies excitedly while combing her fingers through my hair.

 Tori joins us in the bathroom with curlers in her hair. "I know right. She has always had awesome hair. Lou thanks for helping us out tonight."

 "No worries. Like I told Alex when I first met her, doing the boys hair and make up all the time gets boring this is so much fun!"

 Buzz Buzz Buzz. I pick up my phone. "Liam says we have to meet them downstairs in five minutes."

 "Well we are done. Just look at yourself. You really look amazing!" Lou says as she stands back to look at her handy work.

 She has decided to let my naturally curly stay out with it parted on the side with a burgundy flower pinned in it. We picked out three different dresses while shopping and I opt on my favorite a burgundy off the shoulder skater dress with black ankle boots. Lou gave me simple black wingtip eye liner but bright red lips. After I throughly take in my new look I'm shocked to say the least I turn around and look from Lou to Tori. "Thanks guys! I really look beautiful!"  I start to tear up a little because I didn't think I would ever look this good. 

"Well duh! Don't smug your makeup.  No tears.  You have always been you just need us to help you see it!" Tori says. "Come we need to get down there before we are late."

 "Ok. Thanks again Lou." I say walking out the door behind Tori.

 "No problem! Knock him dead." Lou yells.

 We walk down the hallway and get to the elevator in silence. As we are going down I can see the guys anxiety washes over me. "You can do this Alex. You look amazing. If he doesn't see it then you don't need him." Tori says.  I nod as she squeezes my hand as we go the corner to see the guys.

 I can do this.

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Harry's POV

 "So let me get the straight Tori has been here a day and you haven't met her yet?" I ask as Niall is cleaning his glasses.

 "No. She said she was having a girl's day with Alex and Lou. Whatever that means." He says checking himself in the mirror.

 Louis walks up to us and puts his arm around Niall's neck. "Aww look at the nervous little man."

 "Dude sod off." Niall replies as he fixes his hair again since Louis ruffled it a little. "Per Tori they were getting Alex a new wardrobe."

 That sentence alone made my ears perk up. I had been noticing she was slimming down but she hadn't really shown it off, hopefully the time with the girls changed it. I just want her to kind of be like she was when we were drinking, daring, happy, and confident.  That kiss has been on my mind more times then I care to admit. I just want to feel her lips on mine again.

 "Damn!" Liam says while he is staring at the elevator. "Just damn she looks great!"

 At that statement we all shift our attention to the glass elevator that is coming down. I recognize Tori from the times I've walked past Niall on his computer and she was the screen Skyping him. I saw the other figure in burgundy and wasn't sure it was really Alex until she turned around. She looked absolutely stunning.

 "Wow." We said in unison.

 Niall looks at me, "Will you finally make a move on her? She looks amazing. Please don't make her feel like she did this in vain."

 "Agreed. She looks way out of her comfort zone. Make her feel beautiful. Ok? We know you fancy her so just go for it." Louis says.

 "I know. I'm going to make a move. I know if I don't someone else will." I say starting towards the elevator with Niall. 

 I get another look at Alex as the elevator is finally in the lobby, the dress fits her like a glove hugging every curve perfectly. I never knew that under her braids she had all these curls. I wonder what our child's hair would come out looking like. What? Whoa that was a little much but she looked just .....just I have no words to sum up her beauty. I really want to run my fingers through her curls and make them unruly.  Lou didn't cake on the make up but just enhanced, her lips were looking very kissable and her eyes look big and bright. I really want to touch her skin and see if she has anything sexy on underneath.

 "Tori!" Niall screams running to her with a flower in his hand greeting her with a hug.

 "Niall!! So glad to finally meet you!" The two share their intimate moment while I walk over to Alex who is fidgeting with her hands. Still beautiful in her awkwardness.

 I offer my arm to her. "Alexandria, you look beautiful."

 She takes my arm then blushes. "Thanks. You look handsome tonight."

 We walk over to the others as everyone meets and hugs Tori and Alex.

 Liam wraps his around Alex's shoulder. "You cleaned up nicely. I like it."

 She gives him a small smile then blushes. "Thanks. Lou and Tori hooked me up today."

 Louis looks her up and down then pulls a curl out. "What happened to the braids?"

 "We took them out. Don't you love the natural curls she has Harry?" Tori asks me while I watch the Louis and Liam man handle her slightly. They told me they wanted me to go after her but they won't stop touching her.

 Niall has reclaimed Tori by putting his arm around her waist. "Ok! Everyone's here let's eat I'm starving."

 The paparazzi got wind of us being in the hotel so they are ready for us as we are about to leave. Tori clings to Niall as they head out first. Then Louis. Most of the time in these instances Liam grabs for Alex just out of his big brother nature but, tonight I need to show her I like her. Before Liam can get her attention, I grab her hand. She looks at me with wide eyes, to my surprise she doesn't pull away.

 "You know they are going to think that you and me are together now." She whispers in my ear as we are going through the crowd.

 "I know. Is that a bad thing?" She doesn't respond but gives me a smile. I help her into the back of the van. We are joined by Liam on the back row. Once the van started moving I put my arm around her pulling her close to me.

 "So what kind of food does this restaurant serve?" She asks me.

 Liam not realizing that we were trying yo have a moment cuts me off before I could answer.  "Niall picked it for Tori. Some seafood place. Are you ok with that?" 

 "I love seafood!" She replies.

 "Did you have fun shopping today?" I ask not sure of what to say when we are in close quarters in the van.

 "Yes, I actually did. I got a lot of new clothes. I feel pretty." Even though the van is dim I can feel her smiling.

 "That's great. But you aren't pretty love. You are beautiful." At my comment she slides a little closer to me.

 "Thanks Harold."

 "Harold?"

 "Yes. Harold, since you continue to call me Alexandria instead of Alex I'm calling you Harold." she replies with humor laced in her voice.

 "I don't want to call you what everyone else calls you. I want to call you something special. How about Ali or Lexi?"

 The van stops and once again there is a bunch of paparazzi there. I help her out the van holding a good grip on her hand. She whispers into my ear again. "You can all me Lexi."

 "Lexi it is." I grin to myself because she is letting me in and I feel excited. I don't want a typical pet name or to call her what everyone else calls her. I want to feel like she is special.  

[calm-me-down-oh]

How about all the questions ;)

skdsjf ofc u would get me back for that, under a readmore bc theres a lot!

When was the last time you masturbated? Yesterday! Had a.. very hot convo w my gf

Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering? Uhh the only time Ive had it done to me the person had to stop bc they got uncomfy with it and it was overall just a bit odd,, wait it happened a second time and their nails were too sharp also sdkfhsdh I feel like I could get to like it though? If its like, actually properly done rather than my current experiences sdhfk

How do you feel about food during sex? nno thanks mostly? I guess it can kinda depend on the food though idk, like if my gf suggested somethin I might not mind trying it out depending on what it was yknow

What do you do directly after sex? um.. well afaik just kinda lay/sit in a daze for a moment, mayb have some water, get real clingy, kind of have to be nudged into doing stuff bc i guess my brain just stops working skjdfkj

Cuddle with the tip in? Hell yeah. cuddle with it all in. sounds good.

What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done? I don’t think I’ve really done anything nasty sdjkfsj all the sex ive had has been quite brief and vanilla idk

Name a follower you would fuck. @you-better-make-me!

Name a follower you have fucked. None..

What’s the sexiest part of your body? Idk man I guess my thighs are ok people seem to like them anyway

FuckMarryKill: DJ Khalid, Rick Ross, Fat Joe Am i supposed to know who these people are

Would you ever be with a trans person? i think the real question is would i ever be with a cis person (yes i would be with a trans person i am with 2 trans people and i am trans and i havent dated anyone cis since i was like 15)

Riding dick or doggy style? yes

Ever fucked in a school? Nope

Most random place you’ve had sex? havent really had sex in a random place lmao just beds

Would you ever be part of the mile high club? maybe..? thats having sex on a plane right. idk. maybe

Name three of your spots. what does this mean fkjd

Fuck on the first date? Depends

Do you suck dick? I’m sure gonna try!

Do you eat ass? Idk maybe not skdfjhsjk

Do you eat pussy? Haven’t yet, nearly did, got too nervous sdkjfh

Do you like kissing? So much!!

Is farting during sex sexy? I.. I mean its not sexy but like im also not gonna have a negative reaction. unless its me. that is something im admittedly very nervous about fkjd

Ever fucked in the shower? Nope

How old were you when you lost your virginity? Uh............ good question. 19 or 20 i forget if it was before my birthday but within the last year. unless you only count penetrative sex, then I haven’t yet

Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night? Y..yes? I suppose afternoon/night is usually a better time, morning is jsut sleepy and trying to remember how to exist hours

Do you like drunk sex? Haven’t had it but I do get horny when I drink, wouldn’t be against trying it with someone I trust

Do you like high sex?  Again never had it! And I haven’t really been high either so Idk

FuckMarryKill: Nicki Minaj; Cardi B; Kash Doll N..none for any

When was your first kiss? I was like 13 I think

How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to? College

Have you ever faked an orgasm? Nope. Wait maybe. Kind of. Idk when I was younger I was with this guy who would try get me to touch myself n I hadn’t figured out how to make it feel good so I’d just lie and say I was when i wasnt bc i didnt wanna do it so maybe at some point i said i came when i hadnt sdfhks

Ever painted/been painted on? Yeah but not in like a horny way, my ex would paint on my hand as kinda their way of flirting with me

You like sex toys? Sure

What’s your favorite sex position? Personally think missionary is underrated bc that closeness and being able to cling just sounds v good but also getting fucked from behind face down ass up also sounds,, v good lately

Sex on a bed, couch, or floor? beddd, maybe couch, floor just seems uncomfortable

Do you like car sex? Never had it, just seems a bit awkward but I guess I’d be open to trying it

You get instantly horny; what happened? My neck got bit!

FuckMarryKill: Trey Songz, Chris Brown, August Alsina. Kill chris brown. idk who the others are

Describe your crush. Don’t have one!

Woukd you ever be with someone with an incurable STD? Uh... Idk? I mean, theres preventative measures for basically all std’s right? So as long as those are taken so i dont also get it I guess it’d be ok

Rate your head game. No clue dkfhdsj

Rate your sex. Awkward!

Would you fuck someone outside of your race? ?? yes. what kind of question is this

Describe the type of freak you are. idk what this means but what first came to mind was ‘pet’ so take that as u will

Ever tasted your own nut/cum? Sure

Into golden showers? Nope

Body count: Under or Over 25? Wayyy under

How do you feel about nipple play? Uh depends! Not into being harsh like clamps etc just seems like itd hurt n not in a good way, but playing w/ them w ur hands and sucking on them. very good

Where do you like to be nutted on? chest/stomach seems good

Which are you better at: topping or bottoming? bottoming

What do you consider “too small?” Idk man dick is dick idc

Is play fighting foreplay? It sure can be!

Do you like angry sex? In concept maybe, in reality itd just kinda scare me

How long should a quickie be? Idk.. quick

How long is “too long” to have sex? Idk sex ends whenever one of u wants to stop, don’t think u can go too long if ur both comfortable with it

How long is “too long” to go without sex? Listen i.. am not the person to be asking this I’ve had sex maybe 3 times spread out over almost a year. i have never regularly had sex

Is “no” relevant in a relationship? Incredibly relevant!! Always!! Unless you’ve discussed beforehand that its ok to ignore it and have a safeword in place instead!! and then that safeword is not to be ignored!!

Do you believe in no-strings-attached sex? Sure but idk if i could do it

Would you have sex in a public bathroom? mmmaybe....

Would you have sex in a changing room? mmmmmmmmaybe

Who was the last person you had sex with? My ex

Describe your type. Idk I have the weirdest type i think they have like nothing in common then theyll all turn around and be into the same stuff or something its v strange

Name 3 turn-ons. Biting, just making out sometimes tbh, skin contact in places usually covered by clothes or under clothes..

Name 3 turn-offs. Umm. i definitely have turn offs but whenever im asked my mind goes blank. I guess being overly rough, hair pulling im undecided on tbh, and oh i usually dont like having my ass smacked but idk if itd change if it were like.. in the middle of sex

Name something that would make you stop in the middle of sex. Bad pain or panicking or it seems like the other person is uncomfortable. or someones knocking on the door for some reason sdkfjs

Would you answer a phone call during sex? no omg

Would you ever pay for sex? Nah.

Would you accept money for sex? Uh. Maybe? Wouldnt ask for it tho

How do you typically feel after sex? Mostly affectionate and good, but w the last person i was with sometimes it seemed like they just wanted it over and done with so i would get kinda nervous and guilty over that,, idk

Do you like your body? Nah

Ever sent nudes? Yep

Have you ever cheated on someone? Yeah he was abusive

Have you ever been cheated on? Idk, maybe, wait i think the guy i cheated on tried saying he cheated on me too but idk if he was just trying to get back at me so

Would you have a threesome? If I trust the people sure

Would you have a foursome? Same as above

Would you take part in an orgy? Uhh idk maybe, same as above applies tho

Would you let’s train be ran on you? Again if I trust the people yeah sure

How often do you masturbate? Idk it really depends sometimes im really horny and its like daily maybe more than once a day and then sometimes i just dont for like. a while

Sex with the lights on or off? on.. how are u meant to see what ur doing otherwise sdjkhfs

Sex with music or tv in the background? Sure, idc really. Though i have a thing if its like.. kids stuff.........dont do that..........

Do you have a cousin you’d fuck if you weren’t related? wtf no

In your last relationships, rate the sex? Uhh... good? I mean, good at the time, though like i said sometimes felt a bit rushed, and that now makes sense and i have very mixed feelings on it but mostly guilt bc the person i was with has since said they werent really into it. so.

Do you sleep naked? Nah I at least have underwear on

How often do you go commando? Never

Are your nipples pierced? If not, would you get them pierced? Nope

Do you dive right into sex, or converse first? Uh, depends? Talking about it beforehand or even during can be good though. But i guess it doesnt have to be Right before it, it can be a bit in advance

After taking your clothes off, what’s the first move? Kiss.. touch,, etc,,

Do you make the first move? Um. w my ex i kinda had to bc as i said, i later found out they werent really into it. other than that i generally dont tho bc im very nervous abt all that, kinda especially after that discovery hdfbghf

Have you ever had sex with more than one person in a day? Nope

Do you like dryhumping ? Sure

Can you twerk or do a split on a dick? Probably not

Have you ever been recorded during sex? No but I’ve had a dream abt being recorded sucking someones dick it was weird

Do you watch porn during sex? W. who does that. how can u focus on that. why would u watch sex when ur having sex skdjfhsjdk

After fucking, do you try becoming friends with a one night stand? Never had a one night stand

What’s your kink? Praise! Marking! Collars!

Would you hook up with the same hook-up again? I don’t think i could have a hook up tbh so no

Ever made a relationship from a one night stand? nope

How romantic are you during sex? uh.. idk havent rly had chance to try being romantic during sex but soft sex sounds v good imo

Describe your sex in 5 words or less. in my experience so far? nervous and kinda awkward

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Chapter 14

Title: Falling for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 4719

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children.  However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, Arguing, Terribly written Donna (I can’t write her to save my life so I don’t know why I used her as a character), Consumption of Alcohol, Drunkenness, and I think that’s it. 

A/N: Sorry everyone for taking so long with this chapter. I’ve been struggling a little with my personal issues so writing had proven a little difficult. But now I’m feeling a little better and banged out this baby in two days. And to make up for the long wait, this chapter is pretty lengthy. This is a loaded chapter and it moves fast paced, so I hope it’s okay and that it doesn’t seem a little too rushed. I just needed to move the series along so that we can get to the good stuff! Please let me know what you thought! I adore and appreciate the feedback! Thank you everyone for being so patient with me! xx

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Dean knew all along, but despite that, it didn’t prepare him for the confirmation out of Lisa’s mouth. Ben was his. He had a four-year old kid. One that he didn’t even know about since recently.

Lunch was eaten in silence, Dean trying to wrack his brain around everything, while Lisa was just too afraid to say anything, not wanting to chance it and make him angry. It wasn’t until Dean was nearly done with his food did he finally speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. It was a simple question but it was a loaded one as well.

“I was too afraid to tell you. I know that’s no excuse, but we were broken up and you were leaving for college. I’m sorry. I was just… I was too scared.” Dean sighed. He couldn’t blame Lisa for being afraid, but Dean deserved to know. But he knew now, and that’s all that mattered, right? Dean was an understanding guy, wasn’t he? Yes, he was. His mom raised him to be a gentleman, and that was how he was going to handle this. Like a real man.

“You should have told me. We could have figured things out.”

“I know… I’m sorry,” Lisa choked, trying to keep her tears at bay, not wanting to worry her son… their son.

“Hey, hey. Come here,” Dean called, opening his arms for Lisa.

She wiggled out of her seat and slowly made her way towards Dean, letting him hold her as she sat next to him. She quickly felt at ease, meeting Ben’s eyes before smiling. Ben smiled in return, taking another bite of his burger, smearing ketchup and mustard over his cheeks.

As calm as Dean pretended to be on the outside, he was a floundering mess on the inside. He had no idea how to be a father, and he had no idea how he was going to build a relationship with his son and not fuck things up.

Speaking – or thinking about – fucking things up… there was the ordeal with you. You kissed him, and despite needing to be with Lisa and their son, he wanted nothing more than to rush into your apartment and kiss you again. Show you just how much you mean to him and how much he wished he was with you, but things were just too complicated. Life wouldn’t be life it was easy, right?

While Dean was with Lisa and Ben, you were alone in your tiny apartment laying face down on your comfortably worn couch, with your head buried in your favorite plaid throw pillow, the one Cass made for your birthday. It was lumpy and was a far cry from a square shape, but the fact that he made it didn’t only make it hilarious, it was genuine. You loved it so much.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. The tapping timidly soft. Your heart clenched wondering who it could be, until you heard a familiar face.

“Y/N?” It was Cass! Coincident? You think not. You had thought about him and the universe delivered him to your doorstep!

Without hesitation, you sprung off the couch, retching the door open before colliding your small body into his much larger and muscular one. You could feel his body tense under your grasp, but quickly relaxed as his arms cradled around your back.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out mumbled against his chest, but still coherent for him to understand.

“Jo called me. She said she saw Dean at Lafitte with…” he cleared his throat, “... with someone from his past, so I thought I’d come check on you.” You wanted to laugh at his use of words however, you were glad that he didn’t say her name. You couldn’t bare it at the moment.

“Did I ever tell you you’re an angel?” You muttered. Cass didn’t say a word, but he smiled, tightening his hold around you.

Meanwhile, Ketch was sitting outside your apartment in the parking lot, thinking about what he was going to say to you. He had witnessed you kiss the man you were in love with and he was beginning to get frustrated. He wasn’t making any progress with you. He needed to think of a way to get you on his side and start believing that you didn’t need Dean, didn’t want Dean. He needed you to believe you wanted him.

“C’mon Ketch, get it together. You can do this. You have women eating out of the palm of your hands. You can get one girl to fall in love with you...” he gave himself a pep talk.

With one final breath, he hopped out of his car, taking his time to get to your apartment, still processing what exactly he was going to say to you. He was sure that you already had some sort of feelings for him, how strong were they? He wasn’t sure, but he just needed to get himself out of the friend zone and into the potential zone. You were the first woman he really had to work for and it was infuriating, but at the same time, there was something inside him that was being a tad irrational. He was getting confused.

You and Cass had just sat down on your couch, the angelic man eyeing the throw pillow next to you. “When are you going to throw that horrid thing away? It’s been two years,” he spoke, referring to the gift he had given years ago.

“What are you talking about? I’m never throwing this away! You made it for me, and it happens to be my favorite pillow!” Cass has heard you say those words a million times, but he still can’t believe you actually like, let alone love, the pillow he made you. But regardless, it warmed his heart. You were like the little sister, or cousin, he wished he had. His family were a bunch of dicks, with a few who were tolerable.

Just as you and Cass got comfortable, another knock came from your door. You started at crystal blue eyes as they stared back at you with confusion. “Who could that be?” You pondered out loud, a little disappointed. You wanted to tell Cass everything that happened, but was rudely interrupted.

“Would you like me to answer it for you?” Cass offered. You nodded in response, your heart hammering in anticipation.

What if it was Dean?! What would you do or say then?

Cass lifted himself off the couch and made his way towards the door, twisting the knob slowly before peeling the wooden surface ajar. He was met with a strange man he’s never seen before, his brows furrowing together, lips parting, in his signature lost puppy look.

“Oh. I wasn’t aware that Y/N had a visitor. I’m sorry, is she home?”

“If you mean Y/N has friends, then yes she does. A lot actually,” Cass sassed, not liking the aura he got from the man before him. Cass was pretty intuitive.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. Is she here?” Ketch asked.

“And whom should I announce is here to see her?”

“I’m her friend, Ketch. She left her things in my car so I thought I’d drop them off.”

“Cass, who is it?” You asked, now standing beside him. When he didn’t respond, busy starting down whoever was at the door, you shifted to his side so you could peek around him. Your eyes widened, completely forgetting about Ketch. “Ketch!”

“Y/N,” he greeted, giving you a sweet smile.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Please come in,” you slipped from under Castiel’s arms so that you were standing in front of him. You used your body to press up against your long time friend, shoving him backwards as he adamantly resisted you. Cass kept his eye on the British man, squinting, unsure if he could trust him.

When you were finally able to get Cass to step back enough to give Ketch enough space, he walked in, setting your bag on the faded love couch. “You forgot your bag, so I thought I’d come drop it off, as well as see how you were doing, but it seems you’ve got someone else already doing that,” he forced a smile on his face as he glanced over at Cass again, who was still glaring.

“Uh, yeah. Cass is a really good friend of mine. Cass, this is Ketch. He’s a friend I met on the plane ride back here,” you introduced.

“I see. It’s ni—,” Cass cut himself off, “it was unexpected to meet you.”

“Yes. Quite unexpected,” Ketch replied, clearly not happy with Castiel’s presence, as he eyed him down. He wondered if Cass was another hurdle he’d have to jump over to have you. “Let me guess… the Lincoln outside is yours?” Ketch asked.

“Yes. Is there a problem?” Castiel replied.

“Not at all. It’s just… it matches your trench coat,” Ketch scoffed, as if it was supposed to be a compliment.

“What’s wrong with my trench coat. It was given to me by my dearest friend,” he defended. That trench coat was indeed given by a dear friend of his – Dean.

“Umm, anyways…” your eyes shifted between both men standing in your house. Ketch I am so sorry for ditching you like that. I hope you didn’t worry too much about me. That’s the last thing I want. I don’t want to cause you trouble. I just had a lot on my mind, and I guess I was a little overwhelmed.”

Ketch’s attention fell on you while Cass was transfixed on the other man, untrustingly. “It was no trouble, and I completely understand. I just want to let you know before I go, that I’m here for you. If you ever need to talk, you have my number. I’ll pick you up, meet you here, and we can go anywhere you’d like.”

“Thanks Ketch. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.” Ketch leaned in, giving you a hug, and behind his back, you could see Castiel tensing.

When Ketch pulled away, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, a sentiment he’s never done before. To be honest, it was a little weird. Kind of like he was overstepping the boundary. Yes, you liked him, a flicker of a crush in your heart for the man, and stray thoughts of maybes and what ifs swarming around the idea of being with him, but on the scale… your feelings for him had no match for the feelings you held Dean. If Ketch had a chance, he’d be waiting a long time for that to happen, unless you sold out on yourself and tried to use him as a means to an end, but also to the beginning of something that could work?

Once Ketch was gone, Cass glared at you like a father waiting for his guilty child to explain. You let out a deep sigh, falling onto your couch, Cass along with you, and you told him everything. Every. Single. Thing.

After that, Jo came around and you had to explain it a second time. A day latter, you found yourself explaining to Castiel’s girlfriend, Meg! Why? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know her that well. But after a week had past, everyone was caught up and has accepted everything that’s happened. A fake relationship gone terrible wrong.

One week turned to two weeks, and soon Christmas was only a couple of weeks away, and no one had barely talked to Dean. Jo had a handful of short conversations, and Castiel was able to get one heart to heart talk with his best friend, but that was it. You had gotten no contact from him, and when you’d try to call him once, it rang twice before going straight to voicemail. Obviously, he had ignored your call, and that was enough to crush you.

According to Cass, Dean had found out that Ben was his kid. That was news you ever not expecting. It had taken a few days for you to settle with that information, but it made sense why Dean was always MIA. He has been busy trying to jump into fatherhood. Balancing school in hopes to graduate and learning to be a father was apparently time consuming.

BUT – and maybe you were just bitter – you were damn sure that if his friends mattered, he’d make the time. He’d make the time to have lunch with you and the others, he’d try to talk to you, even if it was through texting. He’d try something. But alas, Dean was drifting further and further away from you. From all of you. Just because of some girl. Just because of some kid.

Wanting to beat yourself up, you scolded yourself for having those thoughts. You didn’t give a rat’s ass about Lisa, but Ben wasn’t just some kid. He was Dean’s kid. And you couldn’t blame the four-year old for who his parents were. And you couldn’t blame yourself for feeling disappointed either.

Not only was Dean back with his ex, his first love, he had a baby with her! A living breathing person!

But what could you do about it? Zilch. Nada. Nothing what so ever.

With everthing that was happening, you had hung out with Ketch a few times since the encounter with him and Castiel, and eventually, your relationship had diminished into mostly texting everyday with a possible phone call. Once in a while you’d catch him around town and you’d stop to say hello, or sometimes he��d walk into your workplace ordering a coffee and scone, all the while flirting with you shamelessly. Even your co-workers couldn’t keep to themselves, butting into your conversations and business.

Things were starting to get better – which surprised you.

One night, you decided that you were determined to get the old you back with a night out with the girls! You and Jo rallied up all your lady friends, and headed out to the local bar, on a Friday night, and the place was packed as always!

“I’ll find us a table!” Charlie shouted over the blaring music, “you know what I like!”

“I’m gonna go with her!” Bess announced. Bess was a good girl. She never drank and was always happy to be the DD. All that mattered to her was having a good time and making sure everyone got home safe. You loved Bess. Every group of friends needed a Bess.

After grabbing the first round, and a few shots later, everyone was on the dance floor, grinding against one another, laughing, drinking, just letting loose, and for the first time in a long time, it was like you and Dean never happened. You were having fun.

Lost in the music, you found a strong grip around your waist, pulling you closer to their tall and muscular body, and you flipped your hair to one side of your neck, peeking over your bare shoulder to meet deep brown eyes staring back at you and a cocky smiled playing on his lips. It was Michael. Castiel’s big brother, Michael. The same Michael that Dean despised.

Oh… if only Dean could see you now. You’d rub it in his face just to spite him.

Jo and the other girls shared a look at each other, smiling in approval of the surprise guest. With a chorus of giggles, the girls wiggled elsewhere on the dance floor to give you and Michael some privacy. They knew if Cass or Dean was here to see this, they’d flip their lid! But they weren’t. And an attractive man is an attractive man. Why not have a little fun?

You were grinding up against him, your confidence back at it’s peak. You didn’t need Dean, you didn’t need to settle for Ketch, no – you could be single and have fun with no restraints.

Swaying your hips against Michael’s crotch, you slithered down before bending over and sliding your ass over his hardening length. That’s the moment you knew you were in control. You had the power. Then suddenly his hands were quick to pull you upright, one hand locked in your hair while the other pressed on your stomach, keeping you flush against him, allowing him to squirm his hips against your ass, letting you feel just how hard he was for you.

Fuck.

You shivered in his grasp, and Michael smirked. “I’m always in control,” he growled in your ear. His voice more intoxicating that the alcohol you consumed.

“Fuck,” you gasped. You had never met someone like him before. You’ve only seen him from afar, heard stories about his reputation, but this was the first time you’ve ever come face to face. This was your first time ever interacting with him, and shit. The rumors did no justice.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “If that’s what you really want.”

Before anything could escalate, someone interrupted. “Mind if I cut in?” a familiar accent filtered through your ears.

“Can’t you see we’re busy?” Michael hissed.

“K-ketch?” you questioned, pulling yourself out of Michael’s grasp. “What are you doing here?”

“Stopped by for a drink when I saw you dancing with him,” Ketch squared up against Michael. This was the first time you’ve ever seen this side of Ketch before. Was he drunk? What the hell was up with him? Was he seriously acting jealous right now?

“Sorry, is she your girlfriend? Maybe next time you should keep her on a tighter leash,” Michael chuckled.

Your jaw dropped at his words. You were offended. “Excuse you,” you stormed back in front of the cocky bastard. “I am nobody’s girlfriend, and you are a sexist asshole!”

“Feisty. I like my woman feisty. Bet you’ve got a filthy mouth in bed –” His words were cut short when threw him a right hook.

“Jump off a cliff, asshat” you spat before storming off, Ketch giving Michael a smug look before following you out of the club.

“Wow, that was impressive,” Ketch chuckled, swaying a bit on his feet.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You barked. Ketch stared at you wide-eyed, not expecting you to lash out like that.

“What do you mean?” He asked flatly.

“Coming over like some jealous boyfriend! News flash, you’re not my boyfriend!”

“Sorry. I’m not sure what came over me. One minute I see you dancing with so random guy, and the next I’m walking over and the words just come out.”

“Look, Ketch. We’re friends. That’s it,” you sighed. After the few weeks, you’ve realized you didn’t like Ketch in any romantic form. You didn’t have a crush on him. You only liked the comfort he gave you. But now you had your other friends to help, and they were also getting you back on your feet. You had an actual support system and you were beginning to think for rationally rather than emotionally.

“I thought we had something?”

“Ketch… maybe we did, maybe we didn’t. We’ll always be friends but I don’t like you like that. I’m sorry.” Your words seemed a little harsh, but that’s what happens when you’re a slightly drunk. The filter comes off. “I think what I liked about you was the attention and comfort you were giving me during a vulnerable time, but I’m starting to feel like myself again. I mean, we’re still friends. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow or something?”

Ketch just stood there, eyes boring down on you. “Are you kidding me? Are you seriously turning me down right now?” He asked offended. “I spent weeks trying to help you and this is how your turning me down?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m a little drunk. And you gave me no other choice. I like you. I really do, but only as a friend. But don’t worry. Look at you. You’re a handsome fellow with a dreamy accent. You’ll find yourself a woman easy!” you tried to build up his ego.

Ketch let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. “You are exhausting. Ever think that Dean doesn’t like you because you’re just too much to handle? That maybe he likes simpler woman, like Lisa?”

Your stomach sank. His words hurt and they were meant to.

“Wow…” you laughed defeated, “Just… wow. How would you even know if Lisa is a simple person or not?!” You retorted.

“Y/N, look… I’m sorry. I didn’t –”

“No. No, you did. You meant it. Thanks. I was having a great night and you come crashing in like a big stupid British wrecking ball! Thanks a lot. I’ll see ya around,” you dismissed him, turning on your heels. “I need a drink…” you muttered to yourself, before entering the bar.

By the end of the night, you were plastered and Bess was having a hard time getting everyone in the car. Everyone was pretty shitfaced and she didn’t know how to handle it, so she called for back up.

She called Benny to grab Jo, Castiel to get Meg, and Dean to get you. She was surprised that she was able to catch a hold of him. Bess was well aware that Dean had been distant from all of his friends. The only person who saw him the most was Benny, because Dean would bring over his little “family” over to eat all the time.

When Dean arrived, everyone was shocked. “I told you he was coming,” Bess chided at those you didn’t believe her. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, and Dean didn’t fail her.

Dean approached the group, awkwardly greeting everyone. He quickly searched around for you, knowing that he was there to bring you home. He didn’t spot you and was about to ask Bess where you were when the loud voice of a certain, tiny redhead, boomed through the parking lot.

“The idiot knight in shinin’ armor arrives!” Charlie shouted obnoxiously, her words slurred. Castiel glared at her exasperatedly, grabbing her arm and shoving her into the back seat of his car. Dean sighed, instantly knowing that they’ve definitely heard your side of the story.

“I’ll bring her home too,” Castiel nodded, before giving his best friend and apologetic stare.

“Yo, Donny! Jump in! Us blondes need ta stick together, ya feel me?!” Jo yelled at Donna, who giggled before taking large awkward steps, as if she was trying to avoid falling into lava.

“How much, exactly, did they have to drink?” Castiel questioned, all sober sets of eyes on Bess.

“Well… Y/N kind of got into a fight?” She noticed all three men twitch at her words and quickly spoke again. “Not a fight! It was more of… uhh… she punched a guy, and this other guy followed her outside, and when she came back, she ordered a round of shots, and then another, and then random guys started buying everyone shots and well, by the time Abby was dancing on the bar, that’s when I called you. You have no idea how hard it was to get them all out of there.”

“She promised us doughnuts!” Donna shouted from the back of Benny’s pick up.

“Donna, what ya doin’ back there? C’mon and get in the truck. You’re sittin’ next to Jo!” Benny left to help Donna out of the bed of the truck and into the cab. Jo giggled while Donna attempted to climb in.

“I betcha thinkin’ I need to get some climbing lessons, dontcha? Well, that’s because I do,” she joked, making Jo laugh harder.

“Hey! What ya laughing ‘bout over there!” You slurred walking out of the bar, a beer bottle in hand.

“Y/N!” Bess shrieked.

“Oh yeah! The night’s still young, bitches!” Abby walked out right after. “Hey boys, care for a drink?” She wiggled her eyebrows before slinging her arm over your shoulder.

“What’s he doin’ here!” You grumbled, wobbling as you pointing at Dean with your beer, some of it’s contents flying out of the bottle. “We didn’t invite boys! No boys allowed! They’re goss!” You yelled, throwing your bottle at Dean. Luckily, he caught it, bringing the brown bottle to his lips and chugging what was left of it. “Hey! Dude, what the fuck? That was my beer!” you chided.

“We’re going!” Dean snapped, taking three long strides and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Hey! Who do ya think ya are? I’m gonna rip your head off!” You were punching his back and butt, his arms easily pinning your legs.

“I’d like to see you try, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that. Only Dean can call me that!” You voice croaked.

“I’ll see you guys later,” Dean nodded in goodbye before hauling you to his truck.

Reaching his Ford, he wrenched the door open and swiftly set you in. But as he tried to buckle your belt, you resisted.

“I don’t like you, get away!” You whined, pushing at his chest, head, shoulders, anywhere you could. “Stop! I don’t need ya. I don’t need anything from ya,” you bonked his head with your fist like a hammer.

“Would you just stop! Just for like two seconds!” Dean hissed, grabbing each of your wrists and glaring at you. His eyes quickly softened when he noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I hate you…” you muttered before snatching your hands away and buckling yourself in, although it took a few tries.

By the time Dean had climbed into the driver’s seat, you were already out cold. He let out a deep sigh, sitting in his truck, watching you. If things were different, if Lisa hadn’t come back into his life, if Ben didn’t exist (or at least wasn’t his), he was sure he’d make sure that you were his and he was yours. You wouldn’t be out at the bar with the girls. Instead, he would have taken you out on a date, and you’d be wearing that little black dress to dinner. You would both have dessert, and then he’d end the night by taking you home and showing you how much he cared about you, prove to you how much he was in love with you. Make you believe that there was only you.

That it is only you.

As he parked in his usual parking space outside your apartment, he hopped out of the truck, and carefully opened the passenger door that you were leaning on. He held you steady as he widened the door, hooking his arms under your back and knees. As if you were light as a feather, he easily picked you up, using his hip to shut the door, before quickly locking it with his beat up key fob and shoving it into his back pocket.

It was late so no one was walking around the building halls, which Dean was a little thankful for. It saved him the trouble of explaining to anyone, and all he wanted to was to get you in bed safe and sound.

When he arrived at your front door, he raised his foot against the wall, using it as leverage so he could rest some of your weight on his leg while he dug for his spare key. He was able to easily get the key in the slot and twisted the door open, kicking the door closed with his foot until he heard the click of the lock fall into place.

He brought you over to your room, laying you in the middle of your unmade bed before removing your strappy heals. He cursed quietly to himself about how girls shouldn’t wear straps. That were so difficult to undo. When he eventually got it off, you were sitting up on the bed without him noticing.

“Oh, shit!” Dean whisper-yelled when he realized you were awake, intensely watching him. He was about to say something but you beat him to it.

“Stay—” your voice sounded small.

“What?” He asked, unsure if he heard correctly.

“Please stay. Don’t leave. Don’t leave again.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea—”

“Please! Please Dean, stay. Just for one night. All I want to do is sleep… so please.”

“Y/N—”

“Stay…” you whispered. And that was all it took.

“Okay.”

Say Something Nice Here!

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles...

Pairing: Patrick Stump x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,700 Author’s Note: So if you follow me on main, you know I’ve been a big whiny baby lately and so I decided to do my typical thing and turn it into a story

You were awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. Bleary eyed, you answered it without looking. “Hello?”

“Happy birthday dear!” You heard your mom cheer from the other end.

“Thanks,” you mutter before rolling over and looking at the clock. “Wait, Mom, it’s 5 AM, why couldn’t you have waited?” You asked sitting up further.

“It is? Honey, its 5 AM there, I thought you said it would be later?” You heard your Mom ask your Dad.

“No, I said to call her later,” you heard him reply. Your parents had retired and were traveling around the world but could never seem to grasp what time it was back home. You groaned and tried to get their attention.

“Hey, hey… guys… parents… hey!” You were practically shouting into your phone.

“Ok, well sorry to wake you, we’ll let you go back to sleep. Enjoy your day!” You mom said before hanging up. There was no way you were going back to sleep now, so apparently you were starting your birthday earlier than expected.

~

You walked into the office, sleep deprived and groggy. You could already hear a commotion and your heart skipped a beat, wondering if your coworkers remembered your birthday and had done something for you. Or maybe you had been sent flowers and they were admiring them. Then you noticed they were surrounding your coworker Gloria’s cubicle.

“Congrats sweetie!”

“Absolutely gorgeous!”

“He’s such a catch!”

Then you saw it. The ring on her finger was humongous and the sparkle was almost blinding.

“Oh, Mark proposed? Congratulations,” you said politely.

“Oh, (YN), did you just get here? You have to hear this whole story!” Another coworker said.

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell it again,” Gloria gushed. It didn’t take her too much encouragement to be the center of attention. She started in on her story about how her now husband-to-be took her out for their anniversary the night before. They went to the most expensive restaurant in town, then a horse-drawn carriage ride through the park where he later proposed.

You continued to smile politely as you listened. “Well, it sounds like the perfect night for you.”

“It really was,” Gloria gushed.

You continued on to drop off the box of donuts you brought in at the break room.

“Did you bring in treats for Gloria? That’s so nice of you!” One of the guys from the IT department asked.

“No, it’s my birthday!” you snapped back. A wave of embarrassment washed over you immediately after your outburst.

“Oh, sorry, happy birthday. I’m just gonna grab a glazed.” He said reaching past you carefully for a donut. He looked at you a little nervously as he hurried away. You went back to your desk to send out an email alerting everyone to the treats.

As the morning passed, you kept turning around expectantly as one of the administrative assistants brought bouquet after bouquet of flowers back to Gloria’s desk. A few people who walked by your desk wished you a happy birthday, but it always was a stop on the tour to see Gloria and her giant ring, the story of the engagement filling the department over and over again. You tried to turn your headphones up to block it out.

“(YN), are you coming along?” Your coworker Jenny asked.

You turned around, pulling out your headphones. “Sorry, what?”

“We’re gonna have a celebration lunch for Gloria, wanna come along?”

“Oh, umm, I have a lot to do, but you guys have fun.”

“Ok then,” she replied as she started to walk away, before turning back. “(YN), are you ok?”

“Yea, no, I’m fine.”

She nodded before walking away. You dug your phone out of your purse and saw you had a text from your closest friend Christine.

From Christine: Happy birthday boo! Hope you have an amazing day!

To Christine: Actually it sucks. No one seems to have remembered at all & my coworker got engaged so that’s all anyone cares about. Can you just like move back here so we could do something fun tonight??

From Christine: I’m sorry 😟 Wait I have an idea

To Christine: Plane ticket?

From Christine: NO, call Patrick

To Christine: Isn’t it weird to be like, “hey, we’ve gone out a couple dates now, wanna go out tonight? btw its my bday so pressure’s on, make it good!”

From Christine: I wouldn’t have set you up if I didn’t think he’d be a good guy for you. Just ask him if he wants to hang out

To Christine: Uuuuuugghhhhhh I want to but I’m just in such a shitty mood, I don’t want him to think im a whiny brat

From Christine: But you are kinda being one… Said with love of course

To Christine: K thanks for the dragging, I gotta get back to work

~

On your drive home, you finally had peace and quiet with which to think. You were jealous of Gloria. Not that she had gotten the engaged, that wasn’t something you were concerned with at the moment, and the way her fiancée did it was way over the top, which you heard described at least 2 dozen times that day, certainly wasn’t your style. You were jealous of all the attention she was getting because you thought you would at least get a small portion of it since it was your birthday. You felt sad, forgotten and unimportant.

When you got home, you opened the Facebook app on your phone. A couple birthday greetings from miscellaneous relatives, but that was it. ‘No one uses Facebook anymore’ you reasoned, trying to push back the feeling that no one cared about you on your special day. You scanned Instagram, Twitter; no shout outs, no posts dedicated to you like you sometimes saw on those platforms. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. Everyone forgot about your birthday.

“Now I know how Molly Ringwald felt,” you muttered as you laid down on the couch and turned on the TV, scrolling through the channels, looking for something to distract you. A few minutes of wallowing later, there was a knock at your door. You answered without checking first and were surprised to find Patrick standing at the other side.

“Patrick, what are you doing here?”

“I heard it was your birthday. I asked Christine if she knew if you had any plans, and she said you didn’t and you were having a bad day, so,” he held up a bouquet of bright flowers and a package of cupcakes.

“You did this for me?” you said looking at the flowers. “Christine didn’t put you up to this, did she?”

Patrick shook his head. “Nope, just told me that you’re free and having a hard day.”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, so you quickly turned to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.

“Yea, my birthday was kinda overlooked because of someone else at work,” you sniffled. “But saying that out loud makes me feel kinda stupid,” you said putting the flowers on your table.

“Don’t feel bad, it’s understandable,” Patrick said sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, you’re being so nice and I’m being a terrible host. Do you want something to drink?”

“You’re fine,” he replied with a kind smile. “What do you have?”

“I have, umm,” you looked in your fridge and cabinets. “Water, coffee, tea, and hot chocolate.”

“I haven’t had hot chocolate in years!”

“Ok then,” you set to work heating up some water and Patrick unpacked the cupcakes onto a plate.

“Want to watch a movie, or listen to music?”

“Whatever you want,” you replied coming out to the living room with the hot chocolate where Patrick was waiting with the cupcakes.

“Come on (YN), it’s your day, you pick.”

You groaned as you sank down onto the couch. “Can I just have a hug?”

Patrick opened his arms wide and you wrapped your arms around him, resting your face against the crook of his neck. He held you close as the tears of frustration started to wet the collar of his shirt.

“Hey, it’s ok,” he murmured while rubbing your back. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were having a bad birthday until late. I really just want you to have a good day.”

You pulled back and wiped your eyes. “Thank you, Patrick. You being here really makes everything better. I just feel dumb for even caring this much. ”

“Don’t feel dumb. (YN), listen, I know we’ve gone out only a couple of times, but I really like you. You deserve the world,” Patrick said emphatically as he brushed away a tear from your cheek. “I was gonna ask this the next time we went out, but no time like the present. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked with puppy dog eyes from behind his glasses.

You couldn’t help by smile. “Really? Even after I wrecked the collar of your shirt with my makeup?” You said with a soft laugh as you reaching up to touch the spots your mascara left.

“I couldn’t care less about the shirt, I care about you, (YN).”

“I care about you too,” you replied. “I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you grinned.

He reached out and gently cupped your cheek, pulling you to him in a soft kiss. The warmth and kindness spread throughout you and made everything feel right.

“Let’s get to that cocoa before it gets cold,” Patrick said when you broke the kiss. You giggled and grabbed a cupcake before thinking of something you needed to do.

To Christine: Thanks for the best present ever

From Christine: What’s that?

To Christine: A new boyfriend 💖

From Christine: WAIT WHAT?! Did he come over? I just told him he should text you bc your birthday was a major disappointment

To Christine I’ll fill you in later 😁

You tossed your phone aside as you settled in under Patrick’s arm.

“How bout a movie?” he said flipping channels.

“Is Sixteen Candles on Netflix?”

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