#you’re just stripping all that conditioner from their hair. useless.

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Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 20: Nattduksbord

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

This means something; Mulder can feel it.

This signifies a shift in their relationship; a step forward, from platonic partners to a romantic couple. It’s a shared experience that has the potential to change their dynamic forever. Years of trust, fighting together against a common enemy, seeking the truth… it could all come crashing down today, in a shopping mall in Woodbridge, Virginia.

They’re going to IKEA.

Summer is on the rise, and the humidity is close to stifling as they buckle into his car. Scully’s wearing a little striped t-shirt, capri pants, and sandals, revealing sky blue painted toes. For a disorienting moment Mulder wonders if he’s going to develop a foot fetish. Probably not, but Dana Scully could make even the most vanilla of men want to do crazy things.

“Do you have your shopping list?” Scully asks as he starts the car.

He pulls the folded scrap of paper out of the chest pocket of his white t-shirt. “Right here,” he replies, eyes darting over to her for one more look as he holds out the list.

She takes it, catching his eyes momentarily. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asks.

I want to suck your toes. “You look nice today, that’s all.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Scully can probably tell he’s desperate for her; she can read him like a dog-eared, yellowed paperback. He’s simultaneously grateful for her sharp instincts and embarrassed by his carnal desires. He hasn’t gotten laid in four years, and he fears he’ll be too eager when the time comes. As it is, he can barely believe she’s let him have even the smallest glimpses of her as a sexual being. She’s intoxicating, and he’s dizzy with the knowledge that this beautiful, brilliant, downright edible woman actually wants him. Him, a mortal man of aliens and bad ties and a porn collection that’s gradually becoming least seventy-five percent redheads. A man without a bed.

Hence their Saturday morning pilgrimage to the shrine where all new couples journey to find furnishings, low prices, and themselves.

“So, we’re looking for one tall bookshelf, a locking filing cabinet, a bed, and two night tables,” Scully reads. She refolds the paper and reaches across him to tuck it back into his shirt pocket. “That’s clearly not all going to fit in this car,” she notes.

“I’ll get the bigger stuff delivered,” he says.

It’s only a twenty minute drive from Mulder’s place, and they have the air-conditioning on. Mulder is starting to relax; it’s been a long time since he’s had a partner, in the domestic sense, and he’d forgotten that it makes the mundane more bearable.

Scully clears her throat almost imperceptibly. “I’m proud of you, by the way.”

“Really? Why?” Mulder asks.

“You managed to get rid of a lot of stuff,” she says, turning up the dial on the car’s air conditioner. “And organization is very clearly not your strong suit, so progress should be acknowledged and celebrated.”

“Yippee,” Mulder deadpans.

“You know, it’s odd; we’ve known each other for all these years and I never asked… why don’t you have a bed, Mulder?”

There it is, the question he knew would come up at some point. He clears his throat, grips the steering wheel a little tighter. “I, uh… I lived with someone, around ‘91. Another agent, actually. We were together for a while, and then one day she took some assignment in Europe and that was that. I got rid of everything that was hers, and that, uh, included the bed.” Technically our bed, he thinks. He winces. He’s never talked to Scully about Diana before, and he wonders if she’ll be upset that he was withholding such a large piece of personal information.

Scully is quiet. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “That’s… I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry I never mentioned it,” Mulder says. “It’s not like it’s some big painful secret. I just… don’t really think about her anymore.”

“It’s alright,” Scully says. “I think it’s best for these kinds of things to come up naturally. And… I was dating someone when we met,” Scully confesses. “We broke up as soon as I got back from Bellefleur.”

Mulder looks at her quickly. “Really? Why?”

She furrows her brow. “Multiple reasons, but primarily I realized that this job, my assignment, was bigger than I’d anticipated. And the things you and I went through together, the things I’d seen… when I was honest with myself, I didn’t want to be tied down to him. To have to go home and have this man ask me how my day was, as though he could ever understand even half of what we do.”

“So you chose the job over him,” Mulder muses.

“In essence… I chose you,” Scully points out. “Whether I knew it then or not. I’d never be able to turn my back on you.”

Mulder exhales slowly. He’s strangely moved.

“Take a left at the next light,” Scully prompts softly. “And yes, I do realize the irony in breaking things off with a man because of his normalcy, only to continue trying to date so-called ‘normal’ men.”

Mulder shrugs. “No, it makes sense. Maybe he just wasn’t right for you, but the next normal guy could be, right?”

“Right,” Scully sighs. “Einstein’s definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results.”

“I’ve been led to believe that being with me is another type of insanity,” Mulder points out. “And objectively, I can’t disagree.”

“You do make me crazy,” Scully agrees, voice low. “But that’s not always a bad thing.” He feels her small hand squeeze his thigh. “And I fully intend to return the favor.”

Mulder lets out a quiet groan, hands sweaty on the steering wheel. “You planning on giving me some roadside assistance, Agent Scully? Because I’m gonna need it if you keep doing that.”

She removes her hand, tucks her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t do anything,” she says innocently.

“Uh huh.” He pulls into the IKEA parking lot. “Well, we’re here. You ready?”

“As ready as a person can be for a labyrinthian furniture store on a muggy Saturday,” she replies.

-

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Mulder says from his spot on the bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered pieces of a ‘HOLLEBY’ bedside table. “These instructions are useless and-” he flips through the booklet, “-thirty-two pages long, Jesus.”

Scully doesn’t respond; her eyes are glued to her own manual as she assembles a drawer from the second of the two nightstands. “Shh,” she hushes him softly. “I’m concentrating.”

“How have you managed to put any of these pieces together?” he asks, scooting across the floor to her. “There aren’t even words, just vague illustrations.”

She has a screw between her lips as she lines up two of the wood pieces. “I took wood shop in high school,” she says around the metal pin. She removes it and inserts it into a pre-drilled hole. “I guess that was some kind of preparation for assembling flatpack furniture?”

“That’s adorable,” Mulder says, rising to open a window. The room is stuffy with the day’s heat, and his t-shirt is glued to his back. “Do you still have any of the things you made in class?”

“The step stool in my kitchen,” she replies. “And my mom might have some things I’ve forgotten about.”

He casually strips off his sweaty t-shirt and tosses it in the laundry basket. “Remind me to look at that stool the next time we’re at your place,” he says. “Also I’m gonna order a pizza, you interested?”

Scully looks up at him then and is seemingly surprised by the absence of his shirt. “It’s hot in here,” Mulder explains, almost defensive.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Scully says, eyes shamelessly traveling his torso. “And I’m always interested.”

“Are we still talking about pizza here, or…”

“Make my half one with everything, please,” she says, attention returning to her project.

“Wait a minute,” he says, dropping to his knees next to her on the carpet. “I’m not done here.” He leans in and presses his mouth to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. How she can still smell so good on a sticky June day, he doesn’t know; but he wants to lick her entire body.

“Mulder,” she sighs, putting down her screwdriver, “You’re distracting me.”

“That’s the idea,” he says, lips wandering up her neck and behind her ear. He flicks his tongue against her earlobe. “Forget the furniture, honey,” he says, all hot breath and lust. “We don’t need it for what I have in mind.”

Suddenly she’s facing him, looping her arms around his neck. “I’m doing this for you,” she purrs. “Do you think I like putting together IKEA furniture? No one likes it, Mulder. It’s like a multidimensional jigsaw puzzle.”

He pulls her onto his lap. “Oh, but I think you do,” he says, nibbling her ear. “You like being capable Doctor Scully, in charge of things… showing me what those hands can do.”

She leans in, licking his full lower lip. “Not everything is about you, Mulder,” she says, pressing a scorching kiss to his mouth. “I’m just doing my coworker a favor.”

“Is that what they call this nowadays?” he asks, hands clasping her hips as she grinds down on his lap.

She shuts him up with a kiss, the furniture and pizza forgotten.

[maybeimamuppet]

the best medicine

Cady is very worried. It’s almost noon and Janis still hasn’t answered her good morning message. She’s trying to calm herself; Janis is renowned for being a late sleeper, especially on weekends. But she wasn’t in school yesterday, and they haven’t spoken or even texted since Thursday night. Something must be wrong.

She decides to start doing some math homework to distract herself from her anxiety, pulling out her textbook and grabbing a pencil from the cup on her desk. She’s working on her fifth problem when her phone finally pings.

Jellybean: good morning butterfly

Jellybean: sorry it took me so long to answer i’ve been asleep all day

Caddy Cakes: It’s fine, darling. Are you okay??

Jellybean: i’m not great

Caddy Cakes: What’s wrong?? :(((

Jellybean: i’m sick. that’s why i didn’t come in yesterday 📷

Jellybean: doc says it’s strep. had to get swabbed

Caddy Cakes: Oh no, poor Jellybean 📷

Caddy Cakes: How long have you been taking antibiotics?

Jellybean: uh since yesterday morning i think ?? why ?

Caddy Cakes: If you’ve been taking them for more than 24 hours you’re not contagious anymore. Do you want me to come take care of you?

Jellybean: u don’t have to do that babes. i’m all gross rn

Caddy Cakes: I don’t care, lovey. I picked up lion crap as my daily chore for eight years, I can handle a sick girlfriend. I wanna take care of you 🥺

Jellybean: if u really want to, cads. my mom and jules are out of town, there’s a key under the ceramic frog in the garden

Caddy Cakes: I’ll be there in fifteen 📷️mwah! 📷

-

Cady puts down her pencil and closes her book, heading downstairs and grabbing everything she might need to help her sick girl. Two different painkillers, the recipe for the super-awesome-cure-all-wonder soup her family always makes whenever illness hits, some medicinal African herbs to make tea with, and some soothing lozenges for sore throats. That should be everything.

Once she grabs her phone, jacket, and charger, she takes her bike from the garage, since her parents took the car to some convention thing. She texts them to let them know where she’s going and heads out.

————-

She’s so distracted worrying about Janis she doesn’t even notice where she is until she arrives at Janis’ place, hiding her bike around the side of the house and taking the key from the frog.

She heads up to Janis’ bedroom, finding her in the dark, huddled under several blankets, and with Pancakes resting protectively at the foot of her bed. Janis looks half-dead, her skin is pale and flushed pink with the fever, and her eyes are glassy and fogged over. She’s clammy and burning hot to the touch, and clearly in a great deal of pain.

“Oh, mpenzi,” Cady breathes. “My poor love. How long have you been feeling so bad?”

“It hit me on Thursday when I went to bed. I woke up yesterday and my throat felt like it had shards of glass in it,” Janis croaks out a whisper.

“You poor thing,” Cady strokes a hand through her sweaty hair, Janis leaning into her cool touch. “Have you taken your antibiotics yet today?”

Janis shakes her head. “Haven’t had enough energy to get water,” she explains.

“Shh, Jellybean, don’t try to talk, you’ll just hurt yourself more. I’m guessing you haven’t had breakfast either?” Janis shakes her head again, wincing at the mere idea of swallowing anything. “I know, darling, but you still need to eat. I’ll make something that won’t hurt too bad, okay? I’ll be right back.” She tucks Janis in a little tighter and heads down to the kitchen.

The Sarkisians don’t have a lot in their fridge, but enough that Cady can scrape up a decent breakfast. She makes some quick scrambled eggs and grabs a banana, those are both healthy and easy to swallow. Pancakes hasn’t been fed either, so she fills his bowl with some food for him to find before she fills a cup with cold water and heads back up to her love.

-

Janis is now lying on top of all of her covers, the fever changing her temperature every minute. “Here, mpendwa. The other pills are just ibuprofen, it’ll bring your fever down and help with the pain,” Cady says as she pours out one of Janis’ antibiotic pills and some painkillers.

Janis swallows everything obediently, grimacing at the sensation in her throat when they go down. “My poor sickie,” Cady says sadly, handing Janis the plate of breakfast. She must be totally miserable, she would usually protest absolutely everything happening. Janis hates feeling useless. “Can I draw you a bath, Jellybean? It might help your temperature. It’d make you feel less gross, too.”

Janis nods happily, excited at the idea of a comforting soak. She takes a small bite of her eggs, wincing again as she swallows. Cady kisses her burning forehead gently and heads to the bathroom, spying a bottle of lavender bubble bath. She turns the tap, filling the tub with lukewarm water. If it’s too hot, Janis’ temperature will go too high, but if it’s too cold it will just be uncomfortable for her. She uses entirely too much bubble soap, causing a large wall of foam to rise above the water level. Oh well, Janis loves lavender anyway.

Janis is just finishing her meal as Cady heads back to her bedroom, nibbling slowly at her banana. “It’s ready whenever you are, Jay. Do you want me to stay with you or wait in here?” Janis points to herself. “Okay. Has the medicine started working yet?”

Janis nods, standing slowly and throwing her banana peel away. She tries to walk over to where Cady is waiting by the door, but her knees buckle just before she can make it. Cady lunges to catch her before she hits the ground, pulling her back upright again. “Hate this,” Janis grumbles weakly.

“I know, my love. You’ll feel better once those antibiotics actually start working, I promise. Um, I put in a little too much soap,” Cady mutters once she’s managed to half-drag Janis to the bathroom. Janis chuckles weakly at the tower of bubbles, slowly stripping off her clothes and stepping in.

Cady scoops some of the foam and rests it on top of Janis’ head, giving her a bubble hat. “You’re so cute,” she teases. Janis just huffs, pouting and crossing her arms under the water. “Yes, I know, you’re my tough punk protector. But you’re also adorable.”

Janis shoots her a look that says “I can live with that, but I’m not happy about it.”

“Let me go grab you a towel and some clothes to change into and then I’ll wash your hair, I know you love that. Try not to drown,” Cady jokes, heading back towards Janis’ room. She folds back the blankets to allow the sheets to air before she grabs some comfy shorts and fuzzy socks, a thin tank top, and a hoodie to go over it from her dresser.

She bursts out laughing when she comes back, finding her girlfriend with the bubbles still on top of her head sunk down into the tub so that only her eyes and nose peek out from the mound of foam. “Alright, sit up for me, lovely.”

Janis emerges from the bubbles slowly, as Cady lathers her hands up with Janis’ signature apple shampoo. Once she starts massaging it into Janis’ dark roots, her eyes flutter shut and she gives a contented purr. “You’re just like Pancakes. You both love having your heads scratched.”

“He doesn’t like baths,” Janis says quietly. “And he’s a little bitch.”

“Janis! He’s your son, don’t be mean. He was guarding you when I got here,” Cady chides jokingly.

“He bit my toes! I was napping!” Janis insists hoarsely.

“Okay, that was mean of him. Look up and close your eyes,” Cady says, tipping her chin up and scooping water to rinse the soap out of her hair. Janis gives a pleased shudder at the warmth cascading over her head.

She goes for the conditioner next, squeezing out a little more than she needs and warming it in her hands before stroking it through the blonde ends of her girlfriend’s hair. She works it up from the bottom slowly, the excess giving her a reason to massage Janis’ scalp again. Anything to make her feel a little better.

Once that’s done, Janis lowers herself back into the cooling water, exhausted just from holding herself upright for so long. Cady gives her a moment to rest, telling her some stories of things she missed during school the day before.

“Did you know the way the football team hazes new people is with a taser?” Cady asks, prompting Janis to pop an eye open curiously. “One of the guys who sits next to me in sociology was talking about it. One of the other seniors has one and they tase all the freshmen on the ass when they first join the team.”

They both start giggling at that, Janis in particular getting a vindictive joy imagining the same jocks who used to shove her in lockers getting their asses shocked.

“And obviously your natural instinct is to move away from it, and he said the guy with the taser just kind of follows them with it,” Cady says, making them both laugh harder. “Like, they keep leaning or running away and he just goes with them.”

“That’s great,” Janis whispers. She pauses and then says, “I’m cold.”

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Cady asks. “Or do you want to get out?”

Janis nodded at the first bit and points to her once she finishes speaking. All she really wants is to be held. Cady goes quickly to fetch another towel for herself, coming back and taking her clothes off. She ties her hair up so it won’t get wet and slides into the tub behind her.

“Ooh, it is cold in here now,” Cady says quickly, adding just a touch more hot water to boost the temperature back up. Janis leans back against her and turns her head to tuck her face into her neck, inhaling her comforting scent of rosewater perfume. “Is this better?”

Janis just nods, trying to relax and ignore the burning in her throat. “Another story?” she whispers quietly, glad she’s so close to her girlfriend’s ear and doesn’t have to strain her voice.

“Sure, Jellybean. Let me think... did I ever tell you about the time a lion broke into my tent?” Cady asks, running her fingers through Janis’ wet hair and gently separating a few tangles. Janis shakes her head. “I was nine, I think. Some new cubs had just been born on the reserve and I got to help with the newborns every now and again. One got really attached to me, followed me everywhere like a little puppy. She was kind of the closest I could get to a pet.”

Janis looks very interested in the story. She always does, she loves Cady’s Kenya tales.

“Anyway, one night I was asleep and I remember being a lot warmer than usual, like I had an extra blanket or something, and I couldn’t move as much in my cot. I woke up in the morning cuddling this baby lion. She’d managed to hook the zipper on one of her teeth to get the flap open and just plopped herself right in my arms. I was lucky her mom didn’t eat me. They’re very protective, but she was just laying outside waiting for the cub,” Cady giggles at the memory.

“That’s cute. What was her name?” Janis whispers.

“Louise. My dad named them. They were supposed to be named Lewis and Clark because they were the first ones that would be living in a new area of the reserve, like the first explorers. But they turned out to both be female, so we called them Louise and Clarke instead,” Cady says. “I miss them. I think those two were my favorite.”

“You’ll have to introduce me someday,” Janis mumbles sleepily. “Can we get out now please? I’m cold again.”

“Okay, Jay. Here,” Cady hands her the cushy towel and pulls the drain in the tub, helping her to stand. “Your clothes are here.”

She dries herself off quickly and tugs her old clothes back on, Janis trudging through her aches and fatigue to dry herself and pull on her clean clothes. Once she manages, Cady leads them back to the bedroom, preemptively taking a hold of her girlfriend so she doesn’t fall over again.

“Do you want lunch, Jayjay?” Cady asks, wrapping a towel around Janis’ head so her hair doesn’t get her clothes wet. Janis shakes her head, popping one of the lozenges Cady brought into her mouth before flopping back down on her bed. “Nothing? You have mac and cheese.”

Janis pokes her head up at that, apparently having reconsidered. She hadn’t eaten at all yesterday, so she’s actually quite hungry, despite the pain in her throat. “Okay, take your temperature while I’m gone. I’ll be back in a minute.”

————

Pancakes follows her back to the kitchen, and Cady gives him one of his ‘diet’ treats and some pets for helping to take care of Janis. “Good boy. But stop biting Janis’ toes, you little perv. She’s sick.”

She decides to make the tea with the herbs she brought to go with their lunch. Janis isn’t a big fan of tea unless it’s super fruity, so she adds a lot of milk and sugar to the mug to cover some of the earthy flavor. She also adds honey, having to psych herself into grabbing the bottle and squeezing the sticky stuff into the mug, grimacing at the goo on the bottle and washing her hands quickly afterwards.

-

Janis was apparently waiting for her the whole time she was cooking, lying on her bed watching the door with her sad brown eyes. “I love you,” she croaks when Cady comes back in.

“I love you too, my bluejay. What was your temperature?” Cady hands her the warm bowl and rests the mug on her nightstand. Janis shows her the thermometer, the little screen glowing yellow and showing 99.0. “It’s gone down a little, the bath must have helped.”

Janis reaches for the mug, taking a cautious sip of the warm tea.

“Good?” Cady asks, coming to sit behind her with a hairbrush and some hair ties. Janis nods.

“You put honey in it?” She whispers, sounding a bit pained. “Good job.” Cady struggles with certain textures to the point of nearly fearing them, honey being the worst. Imagining touching honey gives her almost the same reaction as imagining watching someone break a bone.

“I did. You owe me for that,” Cady teases jokingly, gently brushing out Janis’ damp hair and twisting it back into two Dutch braids, slightly challenged by her side shave but managing regardless. “Now your hair will be all curly like mine.”

Janis touches one of the braids, playing with the elastic at the bottom. She points to her desk, where Cady sees a notebook resting. She goes to grab it and a pen; Janis’ throat must be hurting too much to speak again.

“When did you learn how to braid like this?” Janis writes.

“I did it a lot in Kenya, and Damian helped me practice and taught me new stuff. He lets me practice on a wig he has. It’s fun,” Cady explains. Janis gives a nod of understanding. Cady realizes something after a second. “Hey, do you want to learn some more sign language? Now is kind of a perfect time.”

Another nod. “Okay, write down something you need or want and I’ll show you the sign for it.”

Janis writes, “Snuggles?” and blinks at her hopefully.

“Aww. Of course, mpenzi. That looks like this, by the way,” Cady says, making a sort of peace sign with her first two fingers bent back, resting it on the back of her other hand. Janis copies the motion, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Yeah, just bend your wrist back a little more. There! Okay, you can take some more medicine and come here.”

Janis swallows a few tylenol with what’s left of her tea before letting Cady pull her in. Cady lies on her back, pulling Janis to rest on top of her with her head on her shoulder and face tucked into her neck. “Comfy?”

Janis nods. “Will you read to me?” She mumbles shyly.

“Sure, my love. Which one?”

Janis leans over to grab Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children from her nightstand before cuddling back into her. Cady kicks the blanket up over them with her feet, tugging it tightly around her girlfriend’s shoulders as she opens the book.

“I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen.” Cady reads, Janis listening intently even though she’s read it several times before.

Cady kisses her still-warm forehead gently before continuing. By the time Jacob winds up in Wales, Janis’ breathing evens out and she can hear a faint whistling sound with every breath. She dog-ears the page (knowing that Janis is very pro-dog earing) and continues reading silently to herself as she eats her own lunch; it’s an interesting story. Once the light from the setting sun just barely starts stealing in through the window, Cady decides to get started making the soup.

She very delicately shifts Janis off of her and tucks her in again, Janis grumbling crankily in her sleep for a second at the removal of cuddles. Cady leans in and pecks her nose before she goes, giggling quietly as it crinkles like a bunny’s.

She pads down to the kitchen quietly to work on the soup, tiptoeing so as not to wake Janis. The Heron’s super-awesome-cure-all-wonder soup is actually just chicken noodle soup, but a really delicious homemade variety with some extra spices. Cady is lucky Juliana likes to cook, they have everything she needs except the chicken and vegetables.

She decides to check with Damian first, he lives closer than the grocery store is and she doesn’t want to leave Janis alone for too long.

africabytoto: Hey Damian, do you happen to have any chicken and carrots and celery at your place? Janis is sick and I wanna make her some soup 📷 all she has is dino nuggets and frozen peas

sashafierce: Aww poor Jan

sashafierce: Let me check. What did she catch?

africabytoto: Strep throat. She’s miserable, I hate to see her like this 📷

sashafierce: She got strep all the time when we were kids, she hasn’t had it in a while. Poor thing :(

sashafierce: You’re in luck little slice, we do indeed have your poultry and veggies

africabytoto: Oh yay thank you!!!!!! I’ll be over soon, I just need to write her a note in case she wakes up

sashafierce: Sounds good :))))

-

Cady scrawls “Went to grab some ingredients for your dinner, be back soon. Text if you need anything, love C xx” on a post it note and sticks it to Janis’ bedside table, kissing her forehead gently. She feels a little cooler now, so the medicine must have finally kicked in again.

She grabs her bike from and heads over to Damian’s house, finding him waiting for her on the porch with a bag of goodies. He stands from his chair when he sees her, coming to wrap her in a hug.

“How is she?”

“She’ll be okay. She’s really weak right now and still in a lot of pain, but she should be feeling a lot better by tomorrow,” Cady answers, peeking into the bag. Ooh, ice cream.

“Poor Jan. She got strep all the time when we were little. Turns out she just had giant tonsils, she had them removed the day after her mom finally took her to a specialist in second grade. She hasn’t gotten it since, until now,” Damian explains, letting Cady go.

“I hate seeing her like this. She’s so tired and weak. But she is extra cuddly today, that’s been nice,” Cady says sadly.

“She always is when she’s sick. The only thing that makes her feel any better is being held, and then she pretends like it never happened once she’s better. She has to ‘maintain her image’.” Damian says, doing air quotes at the end.

“Sounds like her,” Cady giggles. Janis’ punk image was checked at the door when they got together, but she still clings to it desperately. “I should get back before too much longer. Thank you for this, I owe you one.”

“No you don’t, just tell her I said to get better and give her a hug for me. See you on Monday, Cads.” Damian says as he hugs her one more time and hands her the bag, heading back into his house.

————

Once Cady has pedaled back to Janis’ house, she heads up to her bedroom to check if she’s woken up yet.

Turns out she hasn’t, but she’s tossed her covers away and is spooning poor Pancakes, who looks like he’s just barely tolerating the affection. Cady goes to give him some scritches when she spots the tip of his tail flicking in annoyance, trying to coax him to stay.

She pecks Janis on the forehead again, frowning at the heat she feels. She scraps the note she wrote now that she’s returned, writing a new one explaining that she’s downstairs if Janis wakes up and needs something.

-

She decides to do the dishes first, scrubbing out the plates and cups as well as the pan and pot she’s used so far today. She probably should have done it earlier, but Janis needed her more.

Once that’s handled, she starts prepping the chicken and veggies, cutting the vegetables into bite-sized chunks and seasoning everything with the various spices. It’s designed to have enough flavor to taste even through a stuffy nose, so it takes a lot of seasoning.

She seasons the chicken broth as well, adding in the noodles and vegetables to boil. Pancakes comes trotting down the stairs once she puts the chicken into a pan to start cooking, licking his fur back into place after Janis’ rather aggressive cuddle session.

“Hi Pancakes, did Janis finally let you go?” Cady asks, checking the time on the microwave. “It’s your dinner time, too, let’s get you fed. Not that you need it, chunky.”

She picks up his bowl and scoops some of his food out of the can, giggling as he brushes against her legs and purrs very loudly. “I’m going as fast as I can, calm down.”

He dives in once she puts his bowl back down, munching happily on his salmon and turkey paté. Gross.

Cady cuts up the now-cooked chicken into small chunks, adding it to the pot and giving everything a stir. Pancakes hops up on the counter next to the stove once he’s finished his meal, sniffing curiously at the steam coming from the pot.

“Get down, young man. You had your dinner, this is for Janis,” Cady scolds jokingly, scooping him off the counter and back onto the ground. “I’d give you some, but the spices aren’t good for your tummy.”

She ladles the soup into two bowls once it’s finished, cleaning the dishes she used right away since Janis is still asleep. She finds a tray in one of the cabinets, grabbing it so she doesn’t have to carry  everything up in her hands.

The soup is warm, so Cady gets some apple juice from the fridge so Janis can have something cold to go with it. She makes extra sure that Pancakes isn’t around her feet before picking the tray up and heading back up to her girlfriend.

-

Janis is still asleep, on her back now and shivering slightly. Cady frowns, resting the tray on her dresser and heading to wake her. She brushes her thumb against Janis’ cheek gently, leaning down to kiss her forehead a few times. Janis’ eyes flutter open at the attention, and she gives a pained sigh.

“Hi, lovey. How are you feeling?” Cady asks gently, handing her the thermometer to check her fever. Janis gives her the saddest look and a thumbs down, obediently sticking the thermometer under her tongue. “Worse than earlier?”

Janis nods as the thermometer beeps, pulling it out as it blinks red at her. 102 degrees. Cady frowns at it before shutting it off and putting it back on Janis’ nightstand.

“I made you soup, it’s my family’s secret recipe,” Cady says quietly, as Janis seems to be showing signs of a headache. Janis perks up slightly at the mention of soup, looking around for it. Cady goes to grab the tray, settling in next to her and taking her own bowl.

“This is good. I’ve never had homemade soup,” Janis whispers hoarsely.

“Never?”

Janis shakes her head. “I always got the canned stuff.”

“Well now you have me. I’ll make you soup whenever you need it,” Cady says, leaning over to peck Janis’ forehead. “You should take your hoodie off. You’re burning up, my love.”

“I’m freezing,” Janis responds in her notebook, having leaned over to grab it off the nightstand.

“Freezing looks like this, in sign,” Cady says, holding both hands out in front of her and curling her fingers slightly at the knuckles. “The soup will help warm you up, you’re going to cook yourself if you keep your shirt on.”

Janis pouts but pulls it off, being careful not to knock her bowl. Cady finishes hers and leaves to go get a cool cloth. It’s still too early for Janis to have another dose of medicine, so she’ll have to bring her temperature down a bit the old fashioned way.

Janis has finished her dinner by the time she comes back, sipping carefully at the juice and wincing slightly with every swallow. She perks up when she sees Cady come back, finishing off the glass and resting it back on the tray.

Janis does the sign for snuggles again, blinking sadly at her. Damian did say it’s practically all that helps.

“Let me go clean these dishes, and then I’ll come back and cuddle you, I promise. Rest this on the back of your neck,” Cady says, handing her the damp cloth. Janis takes it and stands, the soup having given her just enough strength to get herself to the bathroom.

Cady takes everything back down and rushes through scrubbing them clean, leaving them to dry in the rack instead of doing it by hand before hurrying back upstairs. Janis has returned by then, looking so small curled up under her blankets.

Cady crawls in next to her, and Janis shifts to sit on her lap and cuddle into her shoulder. Cady rubs her slightly sweaty back gently, leaning down to kiss her cheek and adjust the cloth on her neck.

They sit there for a while in peaceful silence, until Cady feels tears soak into her shirt and hears a quiet sniffle. “Oh, Jellybean, what’s wrong?” She asks sadly, holding her girl closer.

“Don’t feel good. Hurts,” Janis whines hoarsely, letting out a whimper of pain. Janis cries a fair amount, but almost never from physical pain. She must be feeling miserable.

“Oh, mpendwa, I’m sorry. I wish I could do more for you,” Cady says sadly. “My poor love.”

“Medicine?” Janis asks quietly with another whimper.

“You can’t take any more yet, it’s not safe. Just a little longer,” Cady tries to comfort gently. Janis chokes out a sob at finding out she can’t take anything more yet, and has to continue dealing with the pain on her own.

“Please?” She begs.

“I’m sorry, Jellybean. You’ll get sicker if you take more. Shh, lovey, you’ll make yourself feel worse if you cry, shh.” Cady squeezes her tighter, rubbing her back again. “Damian gave me some ice cream for you when I went to get the stuff to make your soup, would that help?”

“What kind?” Janis asks tearfully.

“That really good caramel stuff you like,” Cady answers, wiping her tears gently. “Do you want me to go get it?”

Janis thinks for a second, wanting the ice cream to help her pain but not wanting her Caddy to go. She nods after a minute, scooting off her lap with a sniffle. “Hurry back?” She whispers, blinking her watery brown eyes pitifully at Cady.

“Always, my love. I’ll be right back,” Cady insists, kissing her red cheeks gently and leaving again.

True to her word, she comes rushing back in no more than forty-five seconds later, brandishing a pint of non-dairy ice cream and a spoon. She sits down again, pulling Janis back into her lap and opening the frozen treat. Desperate to do what little she can to help her girlfriend, Cady scoops some onto the spoon and holds it in front of Janis’ lips.

A testament to her illness, Janis accepts the spoon feeding without complaint. “You’re really feeling sick, hm? You almost never let me feed you,” Cady says, getting her another bite.

Janis just nods and nuzzles into her, opening her mouth again. She’s exhausted, it’s nice not having to exert herself. They continue this for a while, until about a quarter of the pint is gone and Janis puts the lid back on it gently.

“Did the cold help at all?” Cady asks, adjusting her grip on her as she leans to put the ice cream down. Janis nods and holds up her fingers in a pinch sign, signaling that it helped a little. “Good.”

Janis shuts her eyes and tries to rest as best she can, held securely in her girlfriend’s arms. Cady starts rubbing her back again and gently humming a lullaby, something Janis doesn’t quite recognize. She just cuddles in closer, nuzzling into Cady’s neck. She can’t quite fall asleep because her throat and head hurt so badly, but she gets close and rests there quietly for a while.

Cady kisses her forehead softly after about a half hour, telling her she can have more medicine now. She heads to fill up a glass with water and put the ice cream back in the freezer, handing Janis another dose of ibuprofen and another of her antibiotic pills once she comes back. Janis takes them thankfully, immediately swallowing them all down.

“I’m amazed you can swallow those with a throat infection, they’re absolutely massive,” Cady says, shocked at the size of the antibiotics. “I never understood that. Surely they should be small and easy for people to take.”

Janis nods her agreement, huddling under her blankets in a desperate search for warmth. “Stay over?” She asks pitifully.

“If you want, my love. Let me tell my parents and borrow some pjs,” Cady says, texting her parents that Janis is still very sick and needs her to stay, before grabbing a large t-shirt and some thin lounge pants from Janis’ dresser and changing quickly. She comes back once that’s done, pulling Janis back against her chest and kissing her forehead. “Get some rest, Bluejay. You should feel better tomorrow.”

Janis falls asleep once the medicine kicks in, held safely in Cady’s arms.

————-

When Cady wakes up the next morning, Janis is already looking much better. Her temperature is almost normal and she’s gotten some color back. She’d woken up a few times in the night, needing more medicine for her pain before falling quickly back asleep, but it seems to have done its job well.

Janis’ brown doe eyes blink open after a few minutes, the fogginess cleared and the beautiful shine back. She grins upon seeing Cady looking at her, stretching and giving a yawn. “Hi.” Janis says, sounding much less hoarse and pained.

“Hi,” Cady responds, kissing her nose softly. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Still not totally back, but better,” Janis says softly, protecting her recently returned voice.

“Good. I missed your smile,” Cady says. “I liked the extra cuddles though. That was the only good part.”

Janis chuckles. “Thank you for taking care of me. I know I’m annoying when I’m sick. I get so clingy. Whiny.”

“Love, you were absolutely miserable yesterday, you’re allowed to be clingy and whiny. I liked taking care of you, I just didn’t like seeing you hurt so badly,” Cady chides gently.

“I love you,” Janis cuddles back into her, kissing the spot on her chest she can reach. “You’re the best medicine.”

“I love you too. I’ll always be around to take care of you.”

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[cdyssey]

Q&A

Summary: During bath time one night, Lyra has questions for Mrs. Coulter.

A/N: Lyra and Mrs. Coulter are stuck in my brain rn, so have another drabble.;w;

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The bathroom is strewn with gentle, golden light by the anbaric strips embedded in the ceiling. Marisa notices that Lyra is fascinated by them in the same way she was fascinated with the mechanics of the elevator lift and the automatic coffee brewer and the air conditioning units, staring at each of these entities with wide discs for eyes.

Because Jordan College had never had such amenities, much preferring to spend its discretionary funds backing fools like Asriel and all his high and mighty plans.

She curses that man for a lot of things.

His presumption.

His recklessness.

His effortless success in a world that has always demanded far more from her.

(They both conceived Lyra, but by God, Marisa was the one society deemed the promiscuous disgrace, the failure of a wife, the failure of a mother.)

But sometimes, she despises him for sending Lyra to Jordan most of all.

The child’s never had a bed that doesn’t creak before, much less silk pajamas imported from Paris.

(And she knows for a fact that the sweaters Lord Asriel prefers, the cashmere ones with the intricate threading, are not simple wares he’s traded with sherpas in the North.)

(Damn him sideways, and God, forgive her for doing it. She absolutely doesn’t mean to mean it.)

As the clawfoot tub begins to drink its fill, Lyra sits upon the very edge of it, gowned in one of Marisa’s old shirts, kicking her feet against the porcelain as Pan experimentally wades in the water—a tiny, black duckling testing his own buoyancy.

Marisa leans back in her chair, half-skimming the pages of the book she’s reading, when in all reality she’s paying attention to the monkey, who’s paying attention to Lyra. 

He’s always paying attention to Lyra these days.

“Mrs. Coulter?”

“Yes, Lyra?” She immediately splays the book she isn’t reading facedown on her lap. It’s boring anyway—a theoretical treatment of ethics.

“How do anbaric lights work?” The girl asks, her dark eyes flicking upwards to the ceiling again, tracing those amber dusted lines, parallel to each other, symmetrical, and kind of miraculous now that Marisa really thinks about them, surveying them through a child’s eyes.

“Well,” Marisa returns patiently, adopting the same didactic voice of a Scholar, “there are tiny wires running through the strips, and when connected to a source of anbar, the wires emit energy that manifests itself as light.”

Lyra pauses, takes a second to absorb this new information, and just as quickly nods, her dark eyes bright with understanding.

She’s so clever, smart, and intuitive.

Goodness, it makes Marisa proud.

(And it singularly terrifies her, too, that this child’s resemblance to her goes so much further than looks. What if Lyra looks in the mirror one day and puts all the blatant puzzle pieces together, sizing them up, adjoining them? What if she hates Marisa for keeping such a secret? More pressingly still, what if she loves her nonetheless and even still? What if she calls her Mother? Marisa was Mother for only a few short months some twelve years ago, and then, if she was to be anything in the world, if she was to claw and scratch and claim the barest inch of respect from others that she rightfully deserved, then she couldn’t be Mother. She had to be Mrs. Coulter, whatever that entailed: cold seduction, cleverness, passion, intelligence, breathtaking and necessary cruelty.)

“Mrs. Coulter?” Lyra’s voice raises itself into a question again, and Marisa comes back to herself with a frown.

“Yes, Lyra?”

“Ee’nt it kinda crazy to use all this hot water every night?” The tub is now about waist deep, and Pan is an otter, taking laps from end to end as though he can’t get enough of the sensation. “Doesn’t it ever run out?”

Marisa’s heart simply cleaves itself in two.

On the other side of the tub, behind Lyra’s back, the monkey’s tail droops.

She damns Asriel again.

Just for good measure.

“No,” she says softly, shaking her head. “I pay good money in order to ensure that that never happens...”

A pause.

Marisa dares to ask the question she thinks she already knows the answer to.

“... did it ever run out for you? At Jordan, I mean?”

“All the time,” Lyra shrugs immediately, like it’s not that big of a deal. “Especially in the winter when the pipes’d freeze. But my friend Roger, he’d bring me a cuppa hot chocolate to warm me up on those kinda nights, so it wasn’t all too bad.”

The monkey’s face twists itself into a snarl as Marisa plasters on what she knows is a commiserating smile.

She’s angry at Asriel, of course.

And at Jordan College.

At all those useless Scholars.

And a little irritated at the girl, too—even if she doesn’t want to admit it—for bringing up Roger again. Goodness, it’s been two weeks, and that’s all she cares about: Roger. Won’t she move past a useless, little kitchen nobody already?

“Lyra,” Marisa says seriously, raising her voice over the sibilance of the water. “You’ll never run out of hot water while you’re here with me. I can assure you that.”

And just as before, it only takes a second for realization to scrawl itself all over Lyra’s sharply drawn features.

She inhales deeply and nods, a gentle smile crooking one side of her mouth.

“Thank you, Mrs. Coulter.”

“It’s my genuine pleasure...”

The monkey’s fierce expression resolves itself, and he returns to grooming his fur.

When the tub is about halfway full, Marisa pours in some epsom salt and bubble bath, the fragrant perfumes wreathing the air like incense, and Lyra watches her delightedly. Before coming here, she’d never had a bubble bath before, and last night, they’d had so much fun together, making sudsy beards on their faces.

When the tub is truly full, nearly at the brim, sloshing, she flicks the faucet off, and gives Pantalaimon the meaningful nod he knows well by now. With a graceful leap into the air, he metamorphoses from otter to finch in an instant, beating his damp wings until he lands on the floor, head turned away.

Lyra extricates herself from the shirt that’s much too big for her and clambers into the tub, sighing blissfully as the warm water envelops her in its embrace.

“Perfect temperature?” Marisa asks, fond, warm, amused.

“Pitch,” the girl grins as she leans backwards to wet her dark hair.

“Good.”

And Marisa, as she’s done for nearly sixteen straight nights now, can only soak her all in during these quiet moments, simply staring at her daughter when she thinks it’s permissible to look (which is only when Lyra is looking away).

She’s simply making up for lost time, all those four thousand missing nights.

Studying the architecture of her face.

Learning the composition of her heart.

Like she’s a scholastic project that the woman desperately doesn’t want to fail.

(Again.)

“Mrs. Coulter?” Lyra asks after awhile, and there’s a hesitant note in her voice this time, reluctant, unsure, that makes Marisa pause in the middle of gingerly threading conditioner through the child’s hair.

“Yes, Lyra?”

“D’you think we’ll go look for Roger soon? He ee’nt never had a bath like this neither, and I’m... I’m sure he’d like it.”

Oh, how the monkey balks, glaring upwards with baleful, black eyes.

And how Marisa so tenderly, so perfectly smiles, skimming her wet knuckles along the side of Lyra’s damp temple.

“Soon,” she promises between her teeth. “My sources says that they may have a good lead… I’ll talk to them later this week. Does that sound reasonable to you?”

Lyra nods once.

Trusting.

Reassured.

Eyes rich with understanding.

“I reckon so...”

(But because his head is turned away from them, what Mrs. Coulter doesn’t see is that Pantalaimon’s expression remain sad, ancient with worry.)

[supercxrpschild]

baby danvers x supercorp + alex - depression

hi so this is my first piece I’m posting! It’s a baby!danvers one, where she’s struggling with depression, so please be mindful if that is something you may not want to read. 

Word Count: 1383

“Y/n? Honey are you home?” Kara called out, placing her coat and bag down at the table, Lena following her actions. Kara turns and notices that your bag sat where it was left last night. Kara’s brows furrowed,

“What’re you thinking Kara?” Lena asked, resting a hand on her girlfriends shoulder.

“Y/n said she had classes all day today, but it doesn’t look like she left.” Kara spoke, moving to your room, adjacent to hers.

“Y/n?” She said softly, pushing the door to her baby sisters room open, her girlfriend hot on her heels.

Kara saw what she feared, yet also already knew was the case. Her sister was bundled up in bed, staring blankly while tears made tracks down her delicate cheeks.

“Babygirl?” You made no indication that you sensed her sisters presence, instead just continued to stare blankly at the wall.

Lena looked confusedly at her girlfriend, concern evident too. Kara sighed and stepped out of the room a little,

“Its, I think she’s had a bad depression day. She’s been doing well for so long, I .. I should have known she was struggling.” Kara whispered. Lena shook her head,

“Don’t blame yourself love, its okay. We’ll help her, we got her.” Lena rubbed Kara’s arm, “Should we call Alex?” Kara shook her head,

“She’s gone out with Kelly tonight, I don’t wanna bother them.” Lena nodded,

“Alright darling, lets go help her, hm?” Kara turned and went into your room once again, this time moving in closer and sitting on the bed by her little sister, rubbing your back.

“Hey bubs, did you make it to class today?” Kara asked softly, already knowing the answer,

Just as Kara thought, you shook your head. “How about food? Have you eaten?” Another shake of the head, “Showered?” You shook your head once more.

“You haven’t moved since I left this morning?” This time with a shake of her head, tears also accompanied.

“I-I’m sorry” Kara cupped her sisters cheek, her thumb swiping over the tracks your tears had left, “Honey there is no need to apologise, I promise. I’m here now. So is Lena, we’ll take care of you.”

You curled into yourself more, sobbing quietly. “Oh my sweet girl” Kara leant down and kissed your hair.

“Come on, you’re gonna have a bath, alright.” Kara brushed your hair from your face, “Can you stand bubba?” You didn’t respond,

“Alright its okay bubs, I’ve got you.” Kara scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you through to the bathroom, when she went to place you down, you clung to Kara like a lifeline,

“Hey hey, shh youre alright.” Kara motioned to Lena, “Can you draw the bath?” Lena nodded and quickly went about turning on the faucet.

Kara held her sister in her arms and rubbed her back, shushing her every once and a while.

“What scent should we put in Y/n/n?” Lena asked softly, resting her hand on your shoulder.

You shyly peeked your head up from the crook of Kara’s neck “jasmine?” Lena smiled, “You got it little one.”

Lena moved and put in the comforting jasmine and lavender bubble bath, also readying the body scrub and a loofah.

“Bubs, I need to put you down so we can get you out of these pj’s and into the bath.” You shook on her legs, immediately having to hold onto Kara to steady yourself. Both Kara and Lena carefully stripped the clothes off your body, Kara then lowering you into the bath.

You pulled your legs up to your chest, sobbing into your knees. Kara sent a worried glance Lena’s way as she lathered the loofah with the body wash and knelt next to the tub, rubbing your back.

“You’re okay honey, we’ve got you.” After a while, Kara asked you to lean your head back so she could wash your hair, but received no response.

Lena knelt down, reaching and placing two fingers under your chin, “Darling, can you lean your head back so Kara can wash your hair?” Slowly, you complied with the request, Lena stayed where she was though, reaching into the water and grabbing hold of one of your hands, squeezing it gently. Kara wet down her sisters y/h/c hair before grabbing the shampoo and washing it.

You kept your eyes closed as your big sister scrubbed your head gently, tears slipping out still. Kara took her time with the conditioner, hoping it would relax her baby sister a little as she massaged it through the ends of your hair.

“Alright sweetheart, you ready to hop out?” Kara said as Lena readied a towel and Kara swooped you out of the tub and into the towel, Lena pulling another towel out and carefully gathering your hair and drying it slightly.

Kara softly slips fresh pyjamas over your body before picking you up and carrying you to the couch

“C’mon bubs, you’ve been in your room too long.” Lena followed, picking up a hairbrush from the vanity on the way. Once they’d reached the couch, Lena passed Kara the hairbrush and Kara gently started to brush out her little sisters hair.

“I’m gonna go order some food, does pizza sound good y/n?” Lena asked softly, bending down to meet your eyes as you kept your gaze firmly on the ground as your big sister brushed your hair for you. Lena didn’t get a response, but went ahead and ordered the pizza anyway, knowing you needed to eat something.

Kara decided she should probably call Alex, seeing as this was the worst she’d seen you in for a while. As she went to move from behind you, you whimpered, not wanting her to go.

“I’ll be right back babygirl, promise” Lena came back over after setting her phone down and took over from what Kara was doing. Then, after your hair was smooth, her delicate fingers threaded through your y/h/c hair, braiding it into two soft French braids. After she was done, Lena pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You leaned back into her, your tears once again burning your eyes. She shushed you gently and rubbed comforting circles on your back until Kara returned, when you promptly reached out for her like a small child.

Kara sat down and pulled you onto her lap, you hid in the crook of her neck as you cried. You just wanted this feeling to end and it felt like it was never going to.

Lena looked at Kara sadly, only moving when her phone signalled the food was here. Lena brought over a couple of plates, placing two slices on one.

“Y/n, here honey, you gotta eat something”, you shook you head and buried yourself further into Kara; who sighed and gently pried you off her and turned you around so you were sat in her lap facing Lena and the coffee table where the box of pizza sat.

“Please, y/n? Just at least one slice.” You shook your head again, sobbing.

Just then, the door opened to reveal Alex, her brow furrowed and her eyes searching for her baby sister.

“Y/n” she sighed, rushing over to you. When you saw her, a fresh batch of sobs erupted. Instantly you were attached to her as she ran her hand over your hair and whispered that she was here. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Eventually, with much coaxing and at the start, hand feeding by Alex, you managed to eat one and a half slices of pizza.

“We’re so proud of you little one.” Kara softly said, cupping your cheek.

“Why? I, I’m useless, Kara.” Kara wore the infamous crinkle as she spoke again,

“You, y/n danvers, are one of the strongest people I know – and that’s coming from the girl of steel herself” you cracked a smile,

“There you are” Alex whispered, seeing a glimpse of you reappear.

Kara continued, “You are so resilient, so brave, so beautiful, so smart. You are not useless, you are not worthless. Y/n you are loved beyond the stars and I will keep telling you that as much as I need to.”

You gave a watery smile, looking from both your sisters, to Lena. You were going to be okay. It was going to be okay. You had them, and you were going to be okay.

[writerpeach]

Glitter

Twice Nayeon

5370 words

Categories: male reader, smut, stripper!AU

NSFW 18+

The music was loud, the lights were bright, and the drinks were plenty strong. The cover charge could have bought a full course meal, but seeing the quality of the women gave you no regrets about paying every cent.

You soak in the atmosphere as you swirl the half empty glass of stiff alcohol, staring at the way the ice cubes clink before downing the rest in one shot, savoring the way it burned the back of your throat. 

Another long week  over, no more meetings, no more business calls for a few days. You reward yourself the only way you knew how - booze and half-naked women. 

Strip clubs were your favorite, but rare indulgence. You didn’t visit them that often as most came off as seedy and unwelcoming, but this one had a hint of class it, if that were possible.

You order another drink, this one even stronger and sink into a leather couch in front of one of many stages, eagerly anticipating the next girl to  to perform. 

“Everyone please welcome to the stage, Miss Violet!” announced a loud booming voice through the loudspeaker system.

Out of a large colorful curtain popped out a dark-haired woman that glowed with confidence, as an echo of cheers around the stage erupts. 

The raven-haired woman was dressed in a silver two piece that did wonders for her curves, she was blessed with the body of a goddess.

Violet was absolutely stunning from head to toe. Her gorgeous face complemented a perfect body, marvelous breasts, full hips that led to creamy thighs that were accompanied with long luscious legs that went on for days. 

As she made her way around the stage her outfit left little to the imagination. The shape of her perfectly shapen butt outlined just right through tight shorts, cheeks peeking out just a bit. 

The woman oozed sex as she circled the metal stripper pole, one hand gripping it as she takes a gaze at her audience, made up of mostly men. 

When she felt the anticipation was at its peak, she takes a quick jump up the silver pole and wraps her long sexy legs around it. 

The crowd goes wild as she spins around the pole, whistles and cheers surround her as she performs her routine effortlessly, using her body to become one with the pole.

She flipped upside down as she continued spinning, dancing with a fluidity and grace as gravity shifted her dark hair towards the floor.

At the end of her rotation her hands drop, letting her thighs being the only thing securing herself to the pole. Violet looked incredibly comfortable, as if she’d been doing this her whole life. 

You take one final sip of your drink, just in time to see the woman strip her shorts off, revealing her ass clad in a purple thong to the sea of bodies. 

The crowd erupted even louder as she turned and bent over, using the pole as a dance partner as she dropped low and her cheeks hit the stage floor. 

Violet turned to face her admirers, looking on as the club downright worshipped her. You felt the power she held over them as her hips sway in rhythm to the beat of the loud thumping bass. It might have been the alcohol hitting you, but you swear she winked at you. 

She moves back to the pole as if it called her back, climbing up to the highest point as she reattaches her body for one final performance.

Her body rotated around the shiny pole with a speed and elegance that you’d never seen before, making it impossible to keep your eyes off her.

As she slides down the pole she gets on hands and knees as she dismounts, slowly crawling to the edge of the stage as a chorus of roars, voices of women and men mixed together. 

She rose to her knees and danced wildly as she ran her hands all over her body, bringing her performance to a close as she flipped on her back, legs flawlessly moving in time to the music.

That was quite an experience. She couldn’t stop smiling as she carefully walked down a set of steps and exited the stage to applause and cheers. 

Violet seemed to be glowing in the aftermath of her performance. You followed her every move, and suddenly realize she was heading in your very direction. 

"First time here, sweetie? Haven't seen you here before, and I never forget a face,” she says with a sly grin on her face. Her beauty up close was even more breathtaking. 

You suddenly feel crippled by her question, barely giving a nervous nod to answer. 

“Care for a lap dance?” 

“I’d love one," you say, forcing yourself to form words again. 

Violet takes a seat on your lap, the warmth of her body and beauty makes you tense up a bit. The citrusy smell of her conditioner hitting your senses helped calm your nerves. 

"Just sit back and relax," she softly whispers into your ear, not before blowing a gentle puff of air that takes you by surprise and has the inverse effect. 

You tried to do as instructed, basking in the moment as the sexy woman begins to grind herself on your lap. Within seconds your cock springs to life, and she smirks as she feels your bulge poking through your pants.

“Guess you’re enjoying it,” she says with a smirk. 

Violet leans forward, hands grabbing the couch in front of her, her face a mere few inches from your own. “How about a private room for a first-timer? You can see a lot more of me, for your eyes only.” 

You certainly weren’t going to refuse. Her features were striking, and it took a while for her to words to register, to realize just what she was offering. 

Even without responding she knew your answer, dismounting your lap and holding her hand out for you to take.

You let her lead you down the back part of the club, arriving at a set of rooms marked VIP. 

Before you enter, she whispers something to a guard by the door, and whatever it was drowned out by the intense thump of music. 

The VIP room was fairly large, low lit with red lighting that matched a series of red couches. 

In the center of the room was a bottle of champagne on ice, prepared on top a small end table. As the door closes shut, Violet lets her hand drop from yours, and motions for you to take a seat. 

“Now where were we? Sit back and relax, honey. Enjoy the show, " she says as her heels clack against the floor as she moves into position. 

The gorgeous woman starts moving her body slowly, once again dancing in rhythm to the music that was at a more comfortable volume inside the private room. 

Making sure your eyes were focused on her (and nothing would prevent you), she runs one hand up and down her tight body, while the other unzips her top. 

Her body still swaying to the beat, she begins to slowly peel the garment off, taking her sweet time to reveal herself to you until she was fully topless, tossing the now useless garment to the side as it lands on top another couch. 

She gives her tits a squeeze and bites her lip deeply. Her chest in full glory was a sight to behold. They were as wonderful as you had hoped. Nice size, round, and perky, most importantly rosy pink nipples that had stiffened already. 

“Like what you see?” she asks, impossible to not notice you were practically drooling at this point. 

Violet smiles at you before turning around to bend over, showing you her plump ass again inches away from your body. 

Your eyes glued to her scrumptious cheeks, you couldn’t help but notice a damp spot formed through the light colored fabric, something you made sure to point out to her.

“Guess I’m not the only one that was excited,” you say with a smirk only you could see. She turns around with flushed red cheeks, embarrassed at the fact that she was wet already. 

Violet waits a few moments for the color to turn back to her cheeks, and in response she sits on your lap again. “Couldn’t help it. I could feel how well endowed you are, “ she says as she places her hands on your shoulders and continues her lap dance where she left off. 

As much as you enjoyed the mostly naked woman grinding on your lap, you wanted to get to know her better. “What’s your name, princess?” you ask, with curiosity. 

“It’s Violet,” she responds, flashing a cheeky smile. That much was obvious, it most likely was a stage name.

You let out a sigh as you attempt to ask her again. “What’s your real name?” 

She hesitates for a moment, as if deciding if she should open up to you before responding.

“It’s Nayeon.” 

“That’s a cute name. Suits a cute girl like you.” 

The sudden compliment makes her blush. It wasn’t often that she gave lap dances to clients didn’t treat her like a piece of meat. All her clients were respectful or she showed them the door, but it was rare for her to be treated with such maturity. 

“How long have you been a stripper, Miss Nayeon?”

“A little over a year,” she responds.

“And you’re this popular already?”

“I do okay. I was in the entertainment business before I started stripping, so I had lots of experience dancing and being on stage. This just comes naturally to me, I guess.” 

“Ah, well you seemed in your element on stage.” 

“Thank you. I…” she pauses for a second, choosing her next words carefully. 

“I was actually in a girl group before I started working here. I trained for years only to have our label completely ignore us. I needed a second job to pay the bills, and I was terrible at regular jobs.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Seems like you’ve been through a lot, but from first hand experience I can say you’re very good at this one.” 

“Thank you. I make a lot more money too.” 

The conversation finds a natural stopping point, and you scan Nayeon’s body, taking in every inch of her luscious skin. She notices and arches her back, letting you get a better view of her upper body. 

“Normally...touching me is strictly not allowed...but I’ll make an exception for you. “ she smirks. 

“Is that so?”

“I told them to turn the cameras off for twenty minutes.” 

“Oh? How about we make it an hour,” you tell her as you slip two large bills into her garter belt. 

“Sure thing, sweetie. Thank you,” she responds as she relays the message through the door. 

Nayeon promptly takes your hands and guides them up her tight body, slowly inching up her thighs, feeling just how incredibly soft her skin was. She moves your hands more until you glided across the surface of her firm stomach, stopping just where she wanted you as your hands land on her round, perky breasts. 

“It’s okay,” Nayeon says, giving you the green light. 

WIth her help you firmly squeeze both of her breasts, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin hitting your palms. 

“You like?” she asks as you continue to squeeze and caress them, this time of your own volition. 

“I love them, they’re perfect.” 

Nayeon softly moans as your hands knead the soft mounds. 

“They’re not as big as some of the other girls...but at least I didn’t have to pay for them,” she says, proud of her natural body. 

As if to steer the conversation elsewhere she reaches for the bottle of champagne and cracks it open, laughing as the cork flies across the room with a loud pop. 

Nayeon pours one glass almost to the brim and hands you it. You wait for her to pour one for herself before indulging, but she never does for some reason. 

“You don’t drink, Nayeon?” 

“I do, just not really a champagne kind of girl. This is the most expensive bottle we serve, but all the money in the world can’t make me like it.”

You let out a restrained laugh as you down half the glass in one gulp. When you finish she takes the glass from you, and you can only give out a puzzled look in response. 

“Thought you don’t like champagne.”

She takes a tiny sip from your glass, her lips leaving a red lipstick mark on the rim, while her face confirms what she said was indeed true. 

“No, I don’t. Don’t worry, I won’t let it go to waste.” 

As she finishes her sentence she leans her body back, tilting the glass downwards as she pours the expensive alcohol all over her chest. 

You feel your mouth involuntarily open at the unexpected movement, watching as every drop from your glass hits her sexy body. You watch in awe as she finishes emptying every last drop as it spills onto her wonderful tits, down her tight stomach and dripping down to her luscious thighs. 

You do everything you can not to dive into her body, but as if Nayeon was reading your thoughts she lets you know that self-control was not needed at this moment. 

“Taste me.” 

You don’t hesitate for a second and do dive right in, dragging your tongue against her stomach, running all the way up between her delicious cleavage. 

Nayeon’s body was so utterly delicious by itself, even more so now that she was bathed in sweet champagne, her soft skin absolutely glistening. 

You give her body a few more long, satisfying licks from bottom to top, this time changing directions as your tongue maneuvers to meet her breasts, and right away you take one of her stiff nipples and seize it into your mouth. 

“Fuck…”

Nayeon’s head tilts back as you slurp on the hard wet bud, suckling deeply.

You test her reaction as you nibble on it just a bit, watching her eyes light up with even more pleasure. 

You switch breasts, your hand now playing with and pinching the spit-soaked nipple of her free breast as you continue to taste every bit of Nayeon you can, replacing champagne with saliva as both her nipples are properly saturated. 

You lean back against the couch, and wait for Nayeon’s next move. 

She quickly hops off your lap, and drops to her knees in front of your crotch, letting you know just what she was preparing to do. 

“Nayeon…” 

“You’ve more than enough paid for this room, so this is just a little extra service,” she says with a smile. 

“Unless you don’t want me to...”

“No I do, keep going.” 

“It would be my pleasure.” 

She works quickly, and before you could even take your next breath your pants and boxers drape around your ankles. Your hard cock now in her hand, fingers wrapped around tightly and softly pumping you up and down.

“Like what you see?” you asked with a chuckle, teasingly repeating her question from earlier as she seemed to be rather pleased with what she was working with. 

“I do,” Nayeon says as she presses her wet tongue against the base of your cock and slowly makes her way up your shaft, gradually building pleasure in your body 

When she reaches the tip of your cock she firmly plants her tongue against it, swirling around before moving back down. 

Nayeon continues to jerk off your cock while her tongue lathers it with saliva. She waits for just the right moment, and it when it comes her eyes fixate on you as she parts her soft red lips with the head of your cock, pushing forward to take you into her warm, tight mouth. 

You gasp at the sudden pleasure as the warm embrace of her mouth surrounds your dick. Nayeon’s puckered lips slide back and forth tightly around your shaft, sending an excess of intense stimulation that quickly overwhelms your senses. 

Nayeon wasn’t in a position to take her time, and begins to promptly bob her head up and down between your thighs, her lustful gaze never leaving yours as she takes more of you down her throat.

Nayeon definitely seemed like a woman who knew what she was doing, but even then you weren’t expecting her to be this good at sucking dick. Her hand works in tandem with her mouth, slim fingers working your shaft while her gorgeous plump lips blow you mercilessly. 

“Fuck, you’re so good at that, holy shit,” you say, trying your best to contain yourself. 

Nayeon interrupts her blowjob to accept your compliment, spitting on your cock several times to ensure your shaft was well lubricated. 

“Let’s just say this job has taught me a few things,” she says, smirking widely. 

She takes you back into her mouth, this time moving further one inch at a time, until you feel the very back of her throat and shes rests her mouth at the very base of your dick.

Nayeon looked so ridiculously hot with your entire cock stuffed down her throat. She rested there for what felt like forever, her nose pressed against your body, all while her eyes were completely glued to your own.

It was so sexy, made even more so the fact that she didn't struggle once with your length, taking your cock all the way down her throat like a champ. 

She comes up for air finally, your hard cock now completely saturated and glistening with her saliva. As her mouth lets go completely a small trail of spit connects your cock to her pretty lips as she strokes your wet shaft furiously. 

“Does that feel good? Do you like when I suck your cock just like this? Do you like when I deepthroat you?” 

“Fuck yes, Nayeon. I fucking love it.” 

She continues her assault on your cock and resumes her blowjob, wrapping her lips even tighter, sucking you off a bit sloppier as you feel the soft wet tongue flick and play around the underside of your cock. 

Nayeon loved every bit of pleasure she was giving you, and she wanted to give you even more. Her hand and lips still working wonders on your shaft, she reaches down with her free hand to stimulate your balls, massaging them as you involuntarily groan audibly. 

She takes your continued groans as evidence of your satisfaction, and her lips swap places with your balls as she begins to suckle them deeply one a time, still stroking your hard cock simultaneously and working in a furious rhythm. 

“God, that feels amazing, Nayeon.” 

You feel her lips tightly around your dick again, and Nayeon gives your cock one last long slurp, her mouth moving from the very bottom of your cock and moves upwards slowly, until she has released you. Her eyes let you know that she wasn’t quite done with you. 

"I think it’s time for some extra special service."

You were unsure what she meant by that, but her next action fills in the gaps

Nayeon stands and turns around, bending over deeply as she slips her fingers in the waistband of her last remaining garment. She begins to slowly peel her thong down off her hips, moving leisurely until every last inch of her naked body is revealed to you. 

Your mouth waters at the exposure of her round firm ass and the delicious shaved mound between her thighs, her pink lips abundantly wet already.

She takes a minute to remove her heels, while you take the opportunity to get rid of your shirt and fling it across the room. 

Nayeon carefully climbs the couch with her back towards you, positioning her feet flat against the back of your thighs as her ass hovers a mere inches above your crotch. 

Nayeon wettens her palm and grabs your cock from behind, helping guide it just against her tight slit. 

 "Ever fucked a stripper before?" Nayeon asks as she teases herself by rubbing your tip between her already wet pussy lips.

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure.” 

“I’ll be happy to change that then,” she says, and lowers her body down onto your dick, gasping loudly as the first few inches of you penetrate her.  

Nayeon lifts her body back up to give herself a chance to adjust. 

"Shit, you're really big."

"You're really tight, Nayeon. Need me to stop?" 

"Don't you dare. Just need a moment."

She lowers back down slowly, letting your cock stretch her tight pussy until half your cock has filled her, feeling her lips grip and squeeze your dick with every movement. 

"Fuck, that feels good," Nayeon says with a deep, loud moan. 

Nayeon holds onto the back of the couch as she pushes her hips down, trying to take you deeper into her body. 

The more she takes your cock the more she moans. Nayeon takes more of you into her willing body one inch a time, slowly, until you have impaled her with the entirety of your hard cock. 

Nayeon grinds on your dick, not unlike her earlier lap dance, but this time with you balls deep inside her. 

She spreads her legs as wide as they will go, pressing her back against your chest as she prepares herself to be taken. 

"God, your dick feels amazing in me. Now fuck me with it."

Quick to obey you grab her waist with a solid grip, beginning to fuck Nayeon for the first time. You set the pace slow at first, gradually increasing it with each thrust into her tightness. 

Nayeon's moans flood your ears as you fuck her, driving in and out of the tight slick depths of her pussy, your shaft entering her warm body again and again.

With every thrust into her you feel the tight silky warmth of her flesh wrap around your shaft. You watch your cock disappear in between her asscheeks, intently listening to her loud, lustful moans as her pussy soaks your dick with her juices. 

"You fuck me so well...I love your cock...I love how deep you are…"

After a few more deep thrusts Nayeon abruptly dismounts your cock and turns around. She drops to her knees again and sucks your cock a few times, tasting her slick juices before climbing your lap again, this time facing you.

“I’m getting close, and I want you to see me when I cum all over your cock.” 

Nayeon quickly hovers above your cock, not hesitating this time as she lines herself up with your wet hard cock and slams her body on your cock to fill her pussy up again. 

"Shit, that never gets old," she says as she holds onto your shoulders, her pretty big eyes never leaving your own. 

She bounces on your cock, bringing herself closer to climax as her pleasure accumulates. 

"Do you usually get this intimate with your clients, Miss Nayeon?" 

She laughs in response, and shakes her head. 

"No, this is rare for me to do. You're just getting some extra special treatment from me today."

Her smile was really cute, and was quite the contrast as she rode your cock.

"You feel so damn good inside me… I'm almost there…"

You decide to help her out, squeezing her ass firmly while lifting her body up. When you bring her body down you slam your cock deep inside her as she cries out in pleasure. 

You fuck Nayeon like this for the next minute or so, quickly sending her on to the path to orgasm. Her warm walls promptly tighten around your dick, signaling that she is about to arrive at her sweet release. 

"Oh.. I'm gonna cum! Shit, I'm cumming!

Nayeon's eyes close for a few moments as an intense orgasm takes over her body. Her pussy pulsates as her juices drip out and flood your cock as she cums hard. 

Her moans flow out uninterrupted, thighs vibrating as she wraps her arms around your back and digs her nails into your skin. Her mouth continues to stay open as you slowly fuck her through her orgasm, her bliss fading, but aftershocks continuing to go off as while her body still trembles. 

Nayeon looks up at you with glazed over eyes as her orgasm winds down, slowly recovering, yet thankful for the pleasure she had been given. “

“Take me however you’d like. I’m yours.” 

“I’d love to fuck you from behind.” 

Nayeon climbs off your cock and gets on her hands and knee on the side of the couch, gripping the armrest. Her delicious ass raised in the air as she presents herself to you, all yours, completely ready to be taken.

“Come fuck me then.” 

You step out of your jeans and boxers and desert them on the floor, lining up behind Nayeon’s sexy body, admiring her every curve. You press your cock against her welcoming entrance, savoring the wetness and warmth between her thighs as you push yourself into her tight pussy again. 

As you entered Nayeon’s tight body again she moaned loudly for you, she felt even tighter in this new position. You were careful to only insert the first few inches of your cock inside Nayeon, an action that was quickly dissuaded by Nayeon.

“Don’t go easy on me now. I can take it. I can take all of you.”

You were quick to indulge her request, and with a simple pop of your hips you slide the entire length of your cock deep inside Nayeon’s pussy. Her slick walls instantly tighten around your shaft, quick to invite you in, and even quicker to keep you there. 

Nayeon moans deeply at being so completely filled, and she looks back with absolute lust and desire in her voice.

“Fuck me.”

You let the events of the evening sink it for just a moment as you begin to drive your cock in and out of Nayeon’s wet, tight pussy. Wondering to yourself what you’ve done to deserve such a chance to fuck such a gorgeous woman in her seemingly natural environment.

Her constant stream of moans interrupt that that thought, and your mind returns to the hot silky wetness wrapped around your dick as you fuck her from behind. 

Nayeon’s hands grip the couch tighter as your crotch begins to slap against her perfect ass. The sounds of your bodies crashing together as bare skin slaps against bare skin echoes beautifully throughout the room. 

“I want more. Give me more. Pound my pussy,” Nayeon says, the need in her voice obvious. 

Not one to disappoint you grab the firm flesh of Nayeon’s tight round ass, squeezing it with both hands as you begin to pound your cock into her pussy. 

“Ah fuck, just like that!” 

Her moans encourage as you soon piston your cock into her body, filling her tight cunt with as much of you can, penetrating her even deeper as her bent over body accepts ever hard thrust into her. 

You quickly set a rhythm without mercy, slamming your stiff cock as deep and as hard as you are able to into Nayeon. You can’t help but indulge in every sensation her body was giving you, the way her slick folds felt as you ram her tight hole, her warm flesh, the way her beautiful tight, pink lips gripped your dick as if you belonged deep inside her. 

Nayeon looked beautiful from the front, and seeing her bent over, taking your cock wonderfully, becoming a mess of sensations and pleasure and moans as you pounded into her made her look even more gorgeous. 

“God, you’re so deep, you’re so fucking deep! Oh! Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again!” 

Her warning comes just in time as she has her second orgasm at your hands, walls tightly gripping your dick as she floods your cock with juices, burying her face in her hands while her moans became shrieks and screams at this stage. You fuck her through every last bit of pleasure, not stopping your pace for a moment as her trembling mess of a body winds down from the intense bliss.

It takes every bit willpower you have to not join her in your own climax, wanting to enjoy the experience just a little longer, as you weren’t sure when you were going to have another chance to have fuck a stripper, certaintly not one as hot as Nayeon. 

With every thrust into Nayeon’s tight dripping pussy, your pleasure builds and builds, swiftly reaching a peak, reaching a point that you were about to cross, one that you couldn’t return from.

"Nayeon, I'm gonna cum….where do you want it?"

You await a response, holding on to the last few moments of pleasure. You were about to explode. 

"Nayeon…" you repeat, trying to shake the girl from her daze as she was seemingly lost in the pleasure, still slowly recovering from her second orgasm. 

She takes a few seconds to respond, snapping her self back. 

“Don’t even think about pulling out. Cum inside me. Fuck me until you cum inside my tight little pussy."

“With pleasure.” 

Given the go ahead you unleash every last bit of energy you have, pounding her tight pussy with every bit of stamina you have. You pull her back towards your body, hands squeezing her hips enough to leave bruises that would be seen by everyone the next day. You didn’t care, and Nayeon didn’t seem to either. 

“Ah fuck, I’m cumming!” you announce to Nayeon, burying your cock deep as you erupt inside her. 

The events of the night come together all at once as you shoot your huge load inside Nayeon’s pussy, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot thick cum that coats her walls, only slowing down your thrusts when you’ve completely drained yourself into her tight, needy body. 

You rest for a bit, not wanting to quite leave her body just yet as aftershocks continue to go off. You begin to slowly withdraw from her gingerly, moving one inch at a time until you regretfully were no longer inside Nayeon. 

You feast your eyes between Nayeon’s flushed creamy thighs as your semen begins to slowly escape, watching as creamy white semen leaks from the pink splayed lips of her freshly fucked pussy, dripping down to stain her beautiful thighs and the fabric of the couch underneath. 

You fall back on the other side of the couch, head resting against the armrest, your body completely drained and exhausted. Nayeon reaches back with two fingertips to collect part of the creamy mess still left in her, sampling you. 

“You taste good,” she says as she turns around, kneeling between your thighs to clean off your sensitive cock, as you squirm as her lips make contact with your swollen head. 

“I think we’ve ruined this couch.” 

“That’s why there’s more than one in here,” she says with a smirk.

Nayeon pumps your cock a few more times, smiling the whole time as your whole body jerked with every single stroke, making sure she has milked every drop out of your tired spent shaft. 

“I do believe our hour is almost up, sweetheart. But I do hope you’ll come and see me again?” 

“I will...I absolutely will,” you say in between heavy breaths. You reach into the pocket of your jeans on the floor, giving Nayeon one more bill as a tip. She deserved it after all. She deserved everything. 

“Thanks, honey. I have to go get cleaned up now, but I hope to see you soon.” 

[reid-and-writing]

ask and ye shall receive :) It’s short but I hope you like it

“Damnit!”

Emily heard JJ’s cry through the closed bathroom door.

“You alright in there, Jayj?” she called across the hotel room. It was fairly small but serviceable, and the two of them really didn’t mind having to share. As they hadn’t shared their budding relationship with the team yet it was rare they’d be able to have quality time together on a case and when they had to double up on hotel rooms it allowed them all the time they needed after a long day on the case, where they could curl up in bed and destress, Emily holding JJ tight, and running her fingers through that silky blonde hair.

Not that this case was like the others, JJ having broken her arm a few weeks back and being determined to come along anyways.

“I’m fine.” JJ said, opening the bathroom door, where she stood in nothing but a towel and her cast, wrapped to keep it dry, dripping water, lathered up shampoo coating her hair and a good part of her face and neck as well.

“It’s just this arm. I’m completely useless with it and now-“ JJ waved her right arm in its cast vaguely gesturing to her hair.

“I’ll be a bit late today. Just go on without me and tell the others I’ll be ready for the press conference, alright?” JJ said, sounding frustrated but resigned.

“You’re far from useless.” Emily dropped the bag she held back onto the bed and walked over to her. “You’re the only one keeping this team together, and the details of this case out of the press.”

“And” Emily wiped some bubbles from JJ’s cheek and kissed it gently. “The only one keeping me together. Come on, I’ll help you, and you can come back to being Super Woman.”

JJ let Emily lead her back to the shower, still frustrated.

“I don’t think there is a Super Woman. There’s Supergirl, and there’s Wonder Woman, but I’m not sure a Super Woman exists.”

“Okay, Reid.” Emily stripped her own clothing off and switched the water back on. “Jesus, this is boiling!”

“I’m sorry I don’t take freezing showers, like some.” JJ answered but was reaching to change the temperature before Emily’s hand was on hers, pulling it away.

“No, it’s fine.” Emily answered, stepping into the shower and beckoning JJ in as well, muttering.

“The things I do for you, super woman.”

JJ laughed, and Emily joined in at her success, having lifted the tension from JJ’s face. She lifted her hands to JJ’s hair as the water ran over them both, molding to the contours of their bodies. She was gentle and it wasn’t long until the water beneath them ran with soap and JJ’s hair was restored to its shiny, shampoo free status. Conditioner followed, despite JJ’s protests that Emily had done enough.

“You do so much for me, Jay.” Emily turned JJ to face her. “Let me do this for you.”

And JJ did, relaxing into Emily’s touch as she carefully rinsed out every last bit. Emily wasn’t satisfied until they were both out and dry, insisting on blow-drying JJ’s hair, saying she couldn’t rely on the wind to ruin her work.

They were both ready, miraculously, on time, and after giving herself a once over in the mirror before she headed out JJ turned to Emily.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Emily leaned over and kissed her, properly this time, reveling in the last moment they had together before rejoining the rest of the world.

“Now let’s go help people, Superwoman.”

Does anyone here write JJ/Emily fics?

If so, can you make a oneshot where JJ is hurt (maybe broken arm?) but she wants to stay and catch the unsub - her and Emily are sharing a hotel room so Emily helps her get ready for the day and JJ says she needs to wash her hair, so Emily is so very gentle by washing her hair for her?

I just need fluffy Jemily. :(

[taegdcl1018]

3 Billion Dollars [Part 5] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t go exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: Maybe fluff, most likely angsty

Warnings: Death, swearing, mentions of kidnapping I think

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22} {part 23}

A/N: Sorry for not being able to post anything lately, we had lost power due to 60 mph winds. I hope you like it! This one is a long one. Also, update on the Playlist Scenarios; Tumblr Girls will be posted tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to finish it by today. Sorry again for the delay and I hope you enjoy! 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Ji Yong knew you saw those girls. He knows that you’ve seen worse, but the feeling of anger and annoyance showed up when he thought of it. He tried protecting you for so long. He didn’t know how you would handle it. He still doesn’t know how you’re currently handling it. You were really quiet in the car, which wasn’t exactly unexpected, but he did expect for you to cry way more than you did. He was worried about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

He looked down at the bodies on the ground. Blood slowly dripping out of the hole in their heads. There were four of them. Two topless hookers and two idiot men. They knew that someone important was coming. Everyone knew to be on their best behavior, but nope they decided to ruin not only their name but Ji Yong’s image on you.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Trust me.” Seunghyun said, knowing what’s bothering him. Ji Yong shrugged, thinking of your face as he killed your brother. The pure shock and pain that filled your eyes. It was hard for him, but it’s not like he hasn’t killed before. “I know. She’ll have to move on sooner or later.”

“Ji Yong, come here for a second.” Mr. Kwon said. Ji Yong nodded and walked towards his father. Mr. Kwon was talking to three guys at the time. All of which looked like they had been through the worst things you could imagine. They were covered in sweat and dirt, and one of them was bleeding. Mr. Kwon didn’t seem too happy with what they said, despite the smile he gave them. “Yes, dad?”

“Now boys, please repeat to my son what you just said to me.” The boys stood in fear, nodding their heads at uneven, fast speeds. One of the boys went to open their mouths, only to have a hand clamp their mouth shut. Someone else spoke up. “They got away sir.”

“What?” Ji Yong said. His expression was calm, but he was anything but. His eyes glared into the younger’s. They were all scrawny and honestly Ji Yong was surprised that it wasn’t their blood on their shirts. One wore an obnoxious blue and orange polka-dot shirt. He was quiet and standing in the back, purposely trying to hide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite understand what you said. Please repeat yourself and this time, explain.”

Polka-dot sank further down into his shirt collar. Trying to disappear from the world. “They got-”

“Oh no. I don’t wanna hear it from you.” Ji Yong’s voice replicated his father’s. It was smooth but sharp, cutting its way into people’s mind. Woman found it profoundly attractive. He could say a single word in that voice and have panties dropping for miles. People watched as Ji Yong crept up to the scrawny young boy in the blue and orange shirt. “You. Explain to me. What happened for your friends to utter the words ‘they got away’ to me when I gave you a job to do?”

“Well… Um, Mr. G Dragon sir. Well, we had Flynn and some of his crew in the warehouse at first. Everything was going as planned,” G Dragon smiled. Watching the boy squirm and shake in fear of what will happen. The boy paused, causing G Dragon to raise his eyebrow. His questioning looks ushering the boy to continue. “Until they just up and left. We knew that we had to kill them before they left, so we started shooting but it didn’t work and Flynn got away.”  

“What do you mean they just left?” His voice was menacing. His eyes no longer held his arrogance, instead, anger and slight aggravation took its place. The boy seemed to cower away, afraid of what his consequence will be. A boy with blood staining his white shirt spoke up. “Around 9:30 they just left. One of his lackeys said something to him and he left.”

Seunghyun’s head shot up, listening to the conversation. He looked straight at Ji Yong. He wasn’t surprised to see the anger in his eyes, a little vein popping out of his forehead. Ji Yong froze, a little shocked but mostly pissed. “I’ll take care of this dad. You head inside.”

“Good night son.” Mr. Kwon said, before finally heading inside. Ji Yong watched as his father walked inside. It wasn’t until his father had disappeared inside his house did a gunshot ring out. One of the boys collapsed on the ground. Women shrieked and people ran away, avoiding the area. G Dragon stood still his gun pointing at the now dead boy. The boy’s white shirt staining with even more blood.

A car pulled up right behind Ji Yong. He turned and watched as some men got out and opened the trunk. One of them pulled out a silver suitcase, a smaller bag, and a white and pink fluffy stuffed unicorn. “We got everything boss. Her blanket and dog didn’t fit in the case so we put it in the bag with her phone and speaker.”

Ji Yong smiled at them. His usual sweet smile turning into a menacing and slightly insane one. He placed his gun back in the holder. The men stood there awkwardly, staring at the dead body on the floor, a small pool of blood forming under it. “Thank you, boys. TOP and I will take them. Will you please assist these teenagers with cleaning up. Let them know they got the easy punishment for failing a mission.”

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   Your room was huge. The bed was against the left wall. Cream colored sheets covered the queen sized mattress. The walls were a beautiful deep blue shade, completely contrasting to the light cream color of the carpeted floors and wood of the bed frame, dressers, and doors. You hated to admit it, but Ji Yong knew you well. You loved it. It was beautiful, simple and neat. There were three doors in the room, the one you came in from, one you assumed was the bathroom, and the other also assumed to be a closet. As you opened one of the cream doors your suspicions were confirmed. A wide spacious closet with cream colored shelves and a rack with hangers waiting to be used. In the far wall, there was a full body mirror. Everything was empty, becoming useless to you in that moment.

   The third door welcomed you to the bathroom. It was a large bathroom. On the front right corner, there was a huge shower, glass doors enclosing it away. By the back right-hand corner along pristine white bathtub occupied space. A toilet took up space by the wall on the far wall. There was a counter that covered the entire left side of the room, with a wide mirror that covered the entire wall above the counter. On the counter lay two towels and boy clothes folded neatly. Honestly after thinking over what Youngbae said you started to feel crappy. Stress and post-anxiety, as well as trauma, wore you out.

   Quickly you stripped off your clothes and turned on the water, letting the water warm up. You inspect the clothes that were given to you. They were bigger than the size you normally get. Something had fallen from the counter, and as it laid on the floor you realized that they were boxers. Look back at the shirt you recognized the design. They’re Ji Yong’s clothes. You started to regret your decision to take a shower, but it was too late. Steam was leaving the shower, fogging up the glass. You set the shirt back on the counter and pick up the boxers from the floor, before entering the shower.

   A long sigh of relief left your lips as the hot water ran over your body. Your muscles relaxed as the hot water touched it. The water burned a little, leaving little tingles as it hit your skin, but it felt good and warm right after. You soaked your hair before grabbing the shampoo and washing your hair. Up next was your body, grabbing the plain white bar of soap, then conditioner followed. You wrapped hair in a towel then your body in another fluffy towel before stepping out of the shower. You looking down you realized that your clothes were soaked. The results of a long hot shower. All that you had left were Ji Yong’s clothes, and you weren’t really happy with him lately. You put on his clothes, his cologne still lingering on it as well as his sent. Everything was too big for you. His shorts that he had given you loosely hung at your waist, and the shirt barely stayed on your left shoulder. You didn’t really mind, though. You were too tired to deal with it.

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   “It can’t be an accident that he left at 9:30.” TOP said, his eyebrows knit together, deep in thought. Ji Yong half sighed half growled at the thought. “I know, I know, but how in the hell did he find out about her?”

   Currently, Kwon Ji Yong, with a grouchy and irritated expression on his face, carried Miss Cupcake in his arms. The bright fluffy unicorn tucked under his arm, while Seunghyun drags the silver suitcase and carries the other bag in his hand. Honestly, Ji Yong was glad that he put you on the far side of the house, the quietest side. You were far away from any damage, but close enough that he’ll get to you quickly when you needed it.

   “How do you think she’s taking it?” Ji Yong asked nobody in particular. They walked at a steady pace, passing painting after painting. Seugnhyun shrugged. “I don’t really know. I don’t know her too well. She’s not gonna be happy with you, though.”

   “I know. Shit, I’ve fucked up didn’t I?” Ji Yong sighed. He was tired, but his day was almost done. After dropping your things off, he can finally rest. His room was just a few doors down from yours, his request. He was almost done and he can finally sleep for the day. “It’s not like either of you had a choice, though.”

   “Your right.” Ji Yong’s words left his lips as he spotted Youngbae and Gaho standing by your door. Gaho laid down right in front of it, lifting his head as he spotted his master. “She’ll have to get used to it.”

   “She took a shower. She’s out now, I’m not too sure if she’s sleeping, though.” Youngbae informed him. Ji Yong nodded his head, quickly looking down at Gaho who rubbed his head against his leg, seeking attention. Ji Yong petted Gaho before knocking on the door.

“So that is Miss Cupcake?” Seunghyun snorted at the name. Ji Yong frowned at Youngbae, his sour expression turning into a sweet one. “She picked the name okay?”

“Obviously. You suck at name things. Miss Cupcake is a perfect name for something that colorful.” Youngbae snickered. Ji Yong rolled his eyes. His once laidback nature turning more upright as the door handle turned. Youngbae let out one last chuckle at Ji Yong before going silent, a smile still on his face. As the door opened Ji Yong was revealed to the sight of you in his clothes, and god he found it hot as fuck. Your hair was still wet, but that just made the look better. His shirt falling off your left shoulder, and his shorts were baggy on you. He looked into your eyes. They seemed so tired, so worn out, he could relate.

“I got your things.” His words were simple, and the registered in your head, but you didn’t react to him at all. You just stared at him. He gave you a questioning look, showing Miss Cupcake in his arms. You moved away from the doorway, silently inviting him in. Ji Yong gave you a small soft smile, stepping into the room, followed by Seunghyun who actually carried your things. Ji Yong set Miss Cupcake down on your bed. Seunghyun put your suitcase by your bed and the bag on top of it.

“How are you doing princess?” Ji Yong asked cautiously. You rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname you adored when you were five. You scoffed quietly. “Perfectly fine, just you know, dealing with the fact that my best friend not only is in the mafia and never told me but also killed my brother and my mom.”

Ji Yong sighed. He was getting irritated, everyone could see it. You didn’t care, though. You needed answers. Both of you knew it, but only Ji Yong knew you weren’t ready for it. “I didn’t exactly have a choice sweetheart.”

“A choice for what? Joining the mafia? Or killing my family?” Your voice was raising. Ji Yong’s glared at you. His demeanor changed, taking on the familiar look he had whenever you asked about his work. His eyes became emotionless and stone cold. His nature seemed laid back, but he looked ready to strike.

“You are seriously digging your own grave princess.” Ji Yong stalked towards you. Whatever made you talk back to him, pride, confidence, adrenaline, it all seemed to just disintegrate away. You froze, not wanting to back away. “You are currently in not only the wrong house but also the wrong situation to be saying that. Any of that. I’ve been protecting you for your entire fucking life. Appreciate it.”

Ji Yong noticed how your eyes had hints of tears. Not enough for a single tear to fall, but enough for your pain to be noticeable. Ji Yong sighed, raking a hand through his hair. He stepped away from you, giving you space. “Your phone is in the bag. Call, text, email, hell fucking send a bird that you're here and I’ll just kill anyone that comes to find you. Understand?”

You nodded your head, seeing a small hint of sane Ji Yong in him. He sighed once more, looking towards Seunghyun. He seemed to be enjoying himself, watching you two fight. It was quite amusing from a distance. Ji Yong looked at him, then towards the door. Seunghyun put his hands up mockingly and walked out of the room, shutting the door on the way out.

“I know this is a lot to process, and I’m not expecting you to just be okay with everything.” Ji Yong started. His cold persona now gone, and the old Ji Yong replacing it. You looked up into his eyes. He seems sincere, actually caring for your well being. “For now your room is gonna be constantly guarded. You can’t step outside of this room without me knowing. Got it?”

“So you're locking me away like a prisoner?” You ask him, disbelief and anger framing your face. You frown as his jaw sets in place. He’s getting aggravated again, you see it. “Princess, look around you! You think this is what a prisoner's cell looks like? Cause I could show you!”

“A person can act the same away as a demon without having to look like one.” You shut him up. Ji Yong lets out a frustrated groan. His hand goes through his hair once more, brushing away any distraction. “I’ll get you some books, okay? Just stay in here.”

“Why are you keeping me in here? Why can I leave?” You ask him, demanding for answers. He practically growls, glaring at you. A small vein popped out on his forehead. He was getting pissed at you, whether he wanted to or not.

“You saw those hookers. Out there people only care about sex, drugs and keeping everyone off their ass. Out there people will fuck you without giving a shit. Out there people will drug you, kidnap you and do worse shit that you can even think of. That’s fucking why you can’t leave. You can’t leave cause I’m not gonna let you get hurt when I’ve been trying to protect you. Understand?”

Ji Yong���s little rant ended with his final question. You frowned at him. Tears were fully formed in your eyes by now, but you refused to let them fall. Ji Yong saw them, and his heart broke. He sighed once more, losing the tough guy attitude once again. “(Y/N), please tell me you understand. I need to make sure you won’t go out there on your own. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I understand.” You said quietly. Ji Yong gave you a small reassuring smile. He started to calm down, his mind full of problems he needed to sort, though. You continue talking, wanting to get your point across. “That doesn’t mean that I like it, nor does it mean that I like you. I hate you. You killed my family, took me and left my dad there. You’re locking me away and not telling me why I’m here. You knew this was going to happen too. I hate you, and don’t expect that feeling to change easily if it does at all.”

“I don’t think I have to worry about that. You’re stuck with me, princess. That what I knew when I first met you years ago.” Ji Yong’s words hung in the air as he walked towards the door. His back was facing you, not noticing the single tear that had fell despite your wishes. “Your right by the way. I knew what was going to happen to your brother as soon as he was born.”

Ji Yong left the room swiftly. Leaving you alone with your thoughts, your tears, and your pain. You were fully crying now, silent sobs wracked your body. Although you tried staying quiet, your sobs were loud enough for Youngbae to hear. His eyes were on his wrist watch, mentally recording the time you started crying. He was a little happy that you did. He knew you needed to get it out. He watches his best friend as he carried himself down the hall. Ji Yong had stopped at his bedroom door. Looking at Youngbae, who gave him a small salute. Ji Yong sighed as he walked into his room and fallen on top of his bed. All of the today’s events went through his head. Ji Yong took a deep breath, stripping his shirt off of his chest. His shoes slipped off his feet. He went towards his closet, finding comfortable bottoms to wear.

Ji Yong laid in his bed after his nightly routine. As he thought of all the things he needed to do tomorrow, his mind keeps wandering to you. You seemed to consume his thoughts like they always do. He couldn’t the image of you out of his head. So much happened when you were gone. So much changed. You matured, something he noticed right away and was instantly drawn to, not that he’ll admit it. It was decided that he’d take his father’s place soon. Everything with Flynn three years ago. Ji Yong sighed deeply, finally letting sleep consume him.

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