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waldau · 4 months

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constant — choi seungcheol | 1,459 words | fluff, hurt/comfort

alexa, play sorry by justin bieber. that damn edit just won't leave my head.

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader pointedly has an ex-boyfriend.

the one face you're looking for is the one that's conspicuously absent. you'd think maybe your boyfriend — no, ex — would have the courtesy of picking you up from the airport after promising to do it weeks ago, but it's just you and your stupidly heavy suitcase in the midst of a swarm of people that are too close, too loud.

you try not to let the tears slip, instead repeating your search for him through all the faces in the crowd. it doesn't change anything. you're all alone.

who the hell breaks up through a text message when you're on a flight halfway home?

there's really no other option left. you just have to take a cab and get home, and do your best not to stew in your thoughts for the next few days while you adjust to the jet lag. but there's one name that catches your eye in your contacts.

choi seungcheol.

it's been nearly two months since you've met him in person, and every single instance of you returning his calls and messages undeniably late is brought up to the front of your mind. it's selfish, really, to even think of asking him if he can wake up at this hour of the night to pick you up, but he's the only person you'd trust in a situation like this.

you press the call button and wait for it to connect. part of you hopes it just goes to voicemail so you don't have to apologize for everything between you, all of which is your fault.

"sunshine? you okay? did you get back home safely?"

there's concern in his voice that shouldn't be there but still is, because he's cheol. the fact that he remembered you'd be getting back today is enough to break you. "he—" you choke on a sob. "he didn't show up."

seungcheol curses softly. "are you still at the airport?"

you nod, then remember he can't see you. "yeah."

"just wait a few more minutes, okay? tell me where you are."

"cheol, what—"

"i'll explain everything to you. just tell me you're okay."

"i— yeah." you mumble your location, the closest landmark you can see, and it's not long before a familiar jacket appears in your line of sight. you don't think you've ever been relieved to see him before.

seungcheol doesn't say a word as he guides you into his arms. all you can think of and feel is him protecting you from the rest of the world, your head on his chest and his head on yours. the tears don't stop falling, and neither do the apologies. you don't even know what you're apologizing for at this point, but seungcheol keeps shushing you. you've never been one for making a scene at airports, but the parking lot is pretty empty. you can't bring yourself to care.

when you pull away after a while, finally able to breathe a bit easier, you find seungcheol looking at you with a pout.

"what," you ask wetly.

"seeing you cry is making me sad. please don't cry?"

"i would if i could," you say, but then your eyes land on the wet patch on his white shirt, all soaked with your tears, and you begin crying even more.

"i'm sorry," you say, voice weak. "i don't— can we just go?"

"of course we can," seungcheol says, wiping your tears. "don't apologize. you're fine with me, okay? nothing's going to happen to you."

you've heard those words, or variations of those words, from so many people before, but the only person who can convince you he means to keep his promise is seungcheol. you nod, feeling yourself believe his words. he's never one lied to you, and you don't think he's going to start now.

seungcheol places his baseball cap on your head and tugs your hoodie closer around you to make sure you're shielded from the cold. your cold hand is in his while he wheels your suitcase to where his car is parked. you've managed to calm down by then, but it's still not easy to look at seungcheol after all he's done for you.

"are you hungry? tired?" he asks, getting into his seat.

you shake your head, buckling your seatbelt with slightly shaky hands. "neither."

"then there's someplace i want to take you before i drop you home. is that okay?"

you'd follow seungcheol wherever he went. of course it's okay. he hands you the aux cord while he drives through the city which is quiet at night, and it's not long before your mood begins lifting up. you kind of don't want to get out when he stops the car and motions for you to follow him, but you do it anyway.

he grabs a blanket from the trunk and throws it on the hood of his car, holding out his hand for you to join him. you're about to ask him what he wants to do, but your words die in your throat when you look up.

the dark sky is painted with countless stars splashed out across however far your eyes can see. it's not often you get to see such a sight, and you realize seungcheol's driven you to the countryside, somewhat far from where both of you live. sitting underneath the sea of stars with seungcheol seems better than everything that's happened to you in the past month. or two. or more.

"hey," seungcheol says, reaching over to rest a hand on your thigh. warm. friendly.

"hey," you say back, taking his cap off so you can look at his face properly. you gasp when you notice his hair. it's a striking blond shade, one he'd been nervous about getting months ago. you run a hand through it slowly, wondering how old it is. how long it's been since you've really taken time to be with him.

"you okay?" he asks. you want to say yes, but you don't want to lie to him. but you also don't want to burden him with everything you've been facing recently. also the fact that you've been somewhat ignoring him. you just shrug in response.

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no. tell me something else."

seungcheol doesn't question why you said what you said. he starts talking about everything he's been up recently, and it just makes you realize how much you've pulled away from him without realizing.

he's in the middle of some story of him and jeonghan when you sigh. "he broke up with me."

seungcheol stops immediately. "what?"

"he broke up with me. over text."

seungcheol scoffs. "who the fuck does that?" and then, "i'm so sorry, sunshine. you deserved so much better than him."

"aren't you going to say i told you so?"

seungcheol shakes his head. "you know i'd never make fun of you."

you do. "you didn't have to come, you know."

"and if i didn't?"

"i'd have taken a cab or something."

seungcheol frowns in mock annoyance. "don't call me something," he says, punching your arm lightly. "i'm your best friend."

it circles back to that, then. you look down at your feet dangling in the air. "i'm sorry for being a bad friend for the past few months," you say, not meeting his eyes. "i should've tried spending more time with you. or returning your messages on time."

"sunshine," seungcheol says. "don't. you did what you thought was best for you. you're still my best friend, in case you've forgotten."

you look at him, at that. "how is it so easy for you?"

"it wasn't. i won't lie. but there's no one else i want as my best friend, okay?"

"me too," you say, relieved. "and i'm really sorry, you know?"

seungcheol throws his arm around your shoulders. "stop. i know. now that you're here, can you promise me we'll be better?"

"you mean me?"

"no, i mean us. i'm not going to let you distance yourself so easily. on that note, do you want to lay off dating for a while? what if you find...the one? in your own time?"

you raise an eyebrow. "are you dictating who i date?"

seungcheol looks like he's been caught stealing your leftovers. "no! of course not! just looking out for you, is all. you know i just want you to be happy, no matter what."

you smile and settle a bit more into his side, feeling his warmth through your hoodie. "do you really believe in that? finding the one?"

he shrugs. "it's nice to think it could happen someday, don't you?"

leaning against the hood of seungcheol's car with his arm around you and the stars twinkling up in the sky, yes, you think. it would be nice.

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Covert Affairs | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, angst, enemies to lovers, Spies!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, bantering, a little dirty dancing - tango style, a very charming Jungkook in a tux, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up), fighting (hand to hand), weapons - guns, mentions of blood and bruises, allusions to torture (interrogation), mentions of war

Word Count: 4.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook.

A/N: This is for the anon who sent me a request for Spy!JK vs Spy!Reader - I tried to keep this to a drabble, but, well, it had a mind of its own. 🤷‍♀️ I hope you enjoy!

Thank you to @minttangerines @herecomesjoon and @reliablemitten for helping me with this one! 💜

The vibe here was inspired in part by "The Bagman's Gambit" by the Decemberists. This ending is unlike most that I've written before. I would love to hear what you think about it! 🥺👉👈 Please don't be shy, my inbox is always open. 💕

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The first time you meet him, it’s by accident.

You’re late to arrive at the dead drop. It’s not your fault - there’s a crash on the Tower Bridge and your taxi is trapped behind it. By the time traffic starts moving again and you make it to the library, locating the flash drive your handler left behind, you learn that your target is likely already on the move, and you rush back to your hotel room to change.

It’s another honeypot scenario. The woman you need to seduce is a scientist who holds a lot of secrets, state and otherwise, that your country desperately desires. She tends to frequent a pub a few blocks from your hotel at the same time every week. She never leaves alone. You pour yourself into a tight little dress, tuck your handgun into your clutch, and make your way downtown, heels clacking on the pavement at a determined pace.

You’ve done a dozen of these missions. It’s rote by now. Locate the target. Hook them with your attention, your flirtatious words, a few light touches. Convince them to leave with you. Back in your hotel room, offer them a drink laced with a special ingredient, one meant to loosen their lips, and get them talking. And once you’ve obtained the info you need, leave them there, to wake up alone, confused and with one hell of a hangover.

Couldn’t be easier.

Except tonight, thanks to the accident, you discover that your mission might be a little more difficult, because your target is deep in conversation with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

He’s tall, dark, and handsome, that classic trifecta. Brown eyes shimmer brightly as he gazes at your target, brushing a swoop of jet-black hair off his forehead. His pretty pink lips part as he smiles, revealing slightly large front teeth. One hand clutches a tumbler of some amber liquor while the other is slowly skimming the scientist’s forearm where it rests on the bar. From the flush that graces her cheeks, you know she’s enjoying the man’s company.

That’s fine. You like a challenge.

Sidling up to the bar, you position yourself across from the two of them, with the man’s back to you. The bartender greets you and you strike up a conversation. You’re sure to laugh a little louder than you typically would, to gesture a little more freely, to do anything you can to catch the target’s eye. Thankfully, the bartender is into you, returning to chat between serving others, and it’s not long before your laughter turns her head.

Using your peripheral vision, you see the target glance your way a few times before you finally look at her. Tilting your head, you hold her gaze for a moment, then lift your whiskey in her direction before taking a sip. A drop of liquid beads down your chin, and you wipe it away with your thumb before bringing it to your mouth and sucking it into your parted lips, all while never breaking eye contact.

Overkill, perhaps, but it works.

The target leans over to the handsome man and says something in his ear, then slides off her barstool. She’s already tipsy, bumping into another patron as she makes her way over to you. You gesture to an empty seat beside you and fall easily into a mindless back-and-forth with her. A little banter, a few brushes of your fingertips against her skin, and a couple more cocktails seal the deal. She’s yours.

The handsome man has been watching the two of you since she left his side. You’re accustomed to the gaze of others when you’re working a honeypot. Usually, it’s a look of jealousy. Often tinged with lust. Tonight, you see both in his intense stare, but there’s something else there. Something that feels different about the way he observes you. It’s not until you’re guiding the target out of the bar and you pass by the man, getting a closer look at his face, that you realize why.

It’s him. The Mole.

So named not because he’s a sleeper agent, but because of the identifying mark on his face, nestled right below his lower lip. He’s a legend in the world of espionage, known for his supposedly astonishing abilities. Practically a myth, said to be able to dodge any enemies, infiltrate any organization, and capture any target.

Well. Not this time. You lead the scientist down a labyrinthine route to your hotel, ducking down alleys and doubling back a few times. She’s too drunk to notice you’re walking in circles. A quick glance at your reflection in a storefront window shows you that he’s just a step behind, so you take the target by the hand and dash across the street, ignoring the swearing of the drivers as they slam on their brakes.

On and on, he tails the two of you until you’re finally able to lose him by ducking into a restaurant. The scientist merely laughs at an irate chef as he hustles the two of you out of his kitchen and through the back door. You’re glad she’s enjoying herself. It’s not until you’re locking your hotel room door that you relax your grip on the handle of your gun.

In the early hours of the morning, just as the sun breaks over the city, you’re on your way to the airport. The information you obtained is already on its way to those in charge, already helping your country to assert its power. The taxi comes to a stop at an intersection, and when you glance at the traffic passing by, you think you catch a swoop of hair blowing in the breeze as a motorcyclist zips by, but you blink and he vanishes.

The second time you meet him, it’s a trap.

The museum gala is in full swing as you enter. The gown your handler sent you for the occasion fits like a dream, hugging your every curve, a daringly long slit up one leg giving all the other attendees a glimpse at the silky skin underneath. Grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing server, you stand at the top of the stairs and survey the room.

Tonight’s mission is to intercept an official who is planning to defect. The informant who tipped you off doesn’t know who they’ve been in contact with, only that they��re very disgruntled with your government and ready to blow. You are to stop them before they meet with their liaison and spill any of your government’s precious secrets, and get them to reveal their connection so the rest of your team can apprehend them. Your handler’s voice crackles in your earpiece, alerting you that the target is currently spinning around the makeshift dance floor, so you quickly toss back your drink and descend.

The night sky shines through the glass ceiling in the atrium as the couples on the dance floor sway. There’s a string quartet providing the music tonight, and as you weave your way around, the band strikes up a tango. The voice in your ear commands you to look to your left, and you spot the target with his arms wrapped around some poor young thing whom you vaguely recognize from social media. A hotel heiress, perhaps? Doesn’t matter who they are, you just need to cut in, but as you step towards them, your path is suddenly blocked by a handsome man in a tuxedo.

“There you are, darling! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” his smooth voice purrs. It’s been a few years, but you recognize him immediately, glancing at the tiny mole beneath his mouth as he grins. His dark hair is slicked back, but there’s that swoop again, cascading into his warm eyes. “Come on, let’s give everyone a show.” His right arm is around your waist before you can react, left hand taking yours. And he steers you away from the target as he leads you into the tango.

“I’m sorry, I think you must have me confused with someone else,” you declare, trying to pull away, but he swiftly tugs on your arm, spinning you back into his embrace.

“Oh, now, don’t play shy! I know it’s been a while since London, but I remember you. Probably better than our mutual friend does,” he smirks.

“London? Now I know you have me mistaken.”

He doesn’t respond, placing a hand on the back of your neck and guiding you down into a low dip. You move instinctually, following his lead without hesitation. He’s light on his feet, dancing like he breathes, naturally, an innate rhythm flowing through him.

You’re practically horizontal at this point as he eases you down, then he snaps you back into his arms. You let out a tiny huff of surprise as his mouth connects with your ear. “I couldn’t be more sure. You’re unforgettable.” His hand cradles your back as he pushes you forward, stepping in time to the lively beat.

The voice in your ear goes haywire. Your dance partner is obviously the target’s contact. And he’s trying to distract you. But as your handler insists that you make a hasty retreat, it occurs to you that as long as he’s distracting you, he can’t abscond with the target himself.

So you tango.

Lifting your leg, you hook it around his, and slide down his tall frame, dragging your hand slowly down his chest. His eyes lock on yours as you sink lower, and there’s a brief flash of something in his expression that sparks a heat inside you. As you rise, he clutches your thigh tightly, rough hand gripping the soft skin exposed there, and shuffles backwards, taking you with him.

“I knew I’d find you here,” he says, as you lean against his chest, letting him carry you across the dance floor.

“Is that so?” With a coy smile, you slide around him, running your hand across his shoulders. “I guess you’ve got me all figured out.”

“I do.” His gaze is earnest, eyes so wide you could almost believe none of this is an act.

The target still has that young socialite in his clutches. You catch a glimpse of him over the handsome man’s shoulder before he spins you around, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you flush to his chest. He nudges your arm up and runs his hands down the silk of your bodice as you close your eyes, only for the briefest of moments.

“Then tell me. Tell me about myself.”

He twists, bringing you chest to chest again. The two of you part the crush of revelers easily, drunken donors happily ceding command of the dance floor.

“You’re someone who is clearly devoted to their cause, which is why you’re here tonight.”

“Yes, supporting the arts is very important to me.”

“Mmm. I’m sure.” He pauses, lost in thought. “You enjoy a challenge.”

You nod. “Never back down from one.”

“God, I hope not.” His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he studies your face. “I’d say you’re pretty used to getting your way.”

“Am I that obvious?” He tries to steer you to the left, but you simply throw your weight to the right and he is forced to go along with your momentum or topple over. He lets you take the lead with a loud laugh.

“Just a little, darling.” You wonder how many targets he’s seduced with that smile. It’s very charming. Undoubtedly effective.

“And just how do you know all of these things are true?”

He shrugs. “I can just tell. I have good instincts, and I trust them.” He cocks his head. “Don’t you?”

You merely hum.

“You really impressed me in London, you know. No one’s ever given me the slip like that.”

“That’s rather surprising, given how easy it was,” you inform him, lips curling into an arrogant smile. If he’s not going to pretend, neither are you.

He laughs again, and your smile broadens at the high-pitched giggle that tumbles from his lips. “I see. Well, wear that badge with honor anyway, because it will never happen again. I’ve got my eyes on you now.” His gaze roams over your body, the mirth on his face replaced by a hunger so intense your breath stutters.

This time, when he spins you away, he releases his grip on your hand, and the voice in your ear yells that now is your chance to slip away, that the two of you are being watched by unknowns, and they’re closing in. The handsome man’s team, most likely. The trap has been sprung.

Instead, you return to his waiting arms.

“You can watch all you want, darling,” you whisper, nose nearly touching his as he holds you close. “I don’t mind. I’ll still win in the end.”

“And why is that?” he murmurs, peering at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Because,” you lift your chin, lips brushing his ear as you raise your hand behind his back, throwing a signal towards the camera on the ceiling, “it doesn’t matter if you find me, you’ll still have to catch me first.”

The klaxons of the fire alarm suddenly blare to life, bright lights flashing as frightened screams erupt. His head snaps up in shock, and you immediately twist away, slipping behind him and kicking the side of his knee hard. He goes down, only for a moment, but it's long enough for you to dash away. Finding the target, you shout a lie about the contact sending you to meet him instead, and lead him away from the crowds surging towards the exits, heading instead for the backup plan rendezvous point.

You try to fight the temptation to turn around, but as you reach the edge of the atrium, you glance over your shoulder. The swoop of hair bobs in the crush of bodies swarming to escape to safety. And then it’s pulled under.

The third time you meet him, it’s a close call.

“Attrape-la!”

The shouting of the bodyguards behind you startles you into action. You smash through the crowds of ravers letting loose under the flashing strobe lights, leaving a wave of bruised bodies and cursing clubbers in your wake.

Of course you’d been made. You should’ve expected that to happen, given that everything else tonight had gone so smoothly. Too smoothly. The painstaking lengths your country went through to orchestrate tonight’s little agent provocateur scheme paid off. Honestly, it hadn’t taken much to tempt the Prime Minister’s black sheep scion down into the catacombs below the city, promising him all the lurid delights his wicked little heart could desire.

And how he indulged in all of those delights, as you watched, the golden heart-shaped pendant dangling around your neck capturing every image. You were too far underground to transmit the photos via satellite; once you returned to the safe house, you would upload everything from the tiny chip safely ensconced within the necklace.

So the scion basked in his decadence and you snapped every second and it was all going perfectly to plan, until one of the young man’s bodyguards recognized you from a previous encounter, from back when he was in the army and not in the employ of the world’s most spoiled libertine, and you ran. Through the partygoers, down the antechamber, back into the tunnels.

The catacombs are a complex maze beneath the sprawling capital. You hadn’t had long to prepare for this mission, meaning you’d given the map your handler provided only a quick glance. You now regret this lack of foresight.

Voices echo off the walls around you. You dart down another tunnel, barely gaining some distance from your pursuers, and that’s when you realize you’re lost. For all you know, you’ve already been down this passage before - they all look the same in the dim light of the electric torches. There’s no time to think, you have to keep moving -

An arm shoots out of the darkness and grabs you.

“No!” you shout, reeling back to punch your attacker, when he drags you into the light of another tunnel, and you stop in surprise.

“Caught you,” the handsome man whispers, and then he presses you into the cool stone wall behind you, his body against yours, and tips your head up with a finger under your chin. “I win.”

And then he kisses you.

He inhales your gasp, fingers stroking your cheek. Your mind goes blank for a moment, only registering the taste of his lips. The warmth of his skin. Then your training kicks back in, and you open your eyes, watching him closely as he licks into your mouth. His eyes are shut, lashes fluttering as he moans when you curl your fingers into his leather jacket, urging him closer.

The tunnel rings with shouting and heavy footsteps as your pursuers approach. He slides his hands around your back, holding you tightly, and you close your eyes as his kisses grow more heated. The clamor of your would-be captors fades into the background until it vanishes completely.

His nails rake the back of your neck as his other hand slips around your thigh. You wrap your leg around him, and the movement reminds you of your tango, and the way his eyes shone brighter than the starry sky.

“I think they’re gone,” you whisper as his lips trail down your throat.

“Who’s gone?” he murmurs, taking a tiny nibble.

You push him away, maybe too gently, and he grins.

“Thank you,” you mutter, and start to run, but he grabs you by the wrist.

“Not that way!” He tugs you down another tunnel behind him.

You dig your heels in, bringing him to a halt. “Why should I trust you?”

His smile is all you can see as he disappears into the shadows, pulling you in. “Why would I let someone else have the pleasure of catching you?”

It’s not until you make it back to the safe house, lips swollen, skin covered in marks, that you realize your necklace is gone.

The fourth time you meet him, it’s the beginning of the end.

The turbulent rivalry between your countries is a tsunami now, threatening to drown you in the tides of war. You’ve been racing through the city, chasing rumors and hunting red herrings as the fighting makes its way to your shores. Finally, after nearly twenty-four straight hours of running, an informant reveals the location you’ve been trying frantically to find.

From the outside, in the reddish light of the emerging dawn, the building looks like nothing more than a rundown old gas station, pumps out front long overgrown with weeds. But the door hidden beneath the counter is rather unusual, as is the long corridor below that leads you to a single room. The men standing guard outside it are no station attendants. These men have been specially trained to keep people like you out of places like this.

They must need more training, given how easily they go down. It won’t be long before the next shift change, so you’ll need to be fast. But you still take a moment to compose yourself before turning the doorknob. Bracing yourself. You’re not sure what you’ve been looking for will be inside or not.

As the door swings open, your heart sinks. The informant was right. This is the place. And there he is, slumped over on his knees, head hanging low, chained to a metal post. A dark bruise stains his left cheekbone, and there’s a cut dripping blood from his chin, but you’d recognize that swoop of hair in your sleep.

He doesn’t move as you close the door quietly behind you. But he startles when you suddenly dash across the room and drop to your knees beside him, eyes widening when you rip off the balaclava you wear. “You!”

“Me!” you confirm, flashing him a weak smile. Your fellow agents clearly didn’t hold back, if the wounds on his face are anything to go by. Maybe you should’ve kept the mask on, if only to hide your reaction from him. There’s no other need to hide your face with the guards unconscious. There are no cameras down here, in this room that officially does not exist.

“What are you doing?” You’re unchaining him, but that’s not what he’s asking.

Helping him stand, you softly brush some dirt from his unharmed cheek. “Trusting my instincts. Come on.”

Neither of the men have moved from where you left them lying. As quickly as you can, you escape from the nameless room, sprinting down the hallway and up into the gas station and not stopping until you reach a recently abandoned motel on the edge of town. The owners were so anxious to flee the encroaching battle that the linens are still on the bed when the two of you break into a room.

“We should be okay here,” you announce as he stumbles into the bathroom to inspect the damage the agents inflicted. Standing by the door, you triple check the locks before leaning against it. “You can rest for a little bit, but you should leave as soon as dusk hits. It’s safest to cross the border at night.”

He wanders back into the room with a towel in hand, lightly dabbing his chin. “That eager to be rid of me?”

Yes and no. If you stop to think about his question, you might start thinking about what you’ve just done and what your country will do to you if you get caught. You have to keep moving, keep that adrenaline flowing. Keep running.

Like right now. You should run straight out that door and not look back. But you don’t. Instead, you shake your head.

He says nothing as he walks over to you. With a gentle hand, he tilts your head back to meet his gaze. Beams of sunlight streaming between the cracks in the blinds reflect in his wide eyes, make you see stars.

His lips are softer than you remember, belying the urgency in his kiss, the sharpness of it. You grab at his shirt, tugging him into you, and then you’re pushing him across the room and onto the bed, pulling off your clothes as you go, and he simply follows your lead everywhere. You try not to bump his wounded cheek as he slides between your legs, silver tongue laving the wetness he finds there, but when he coaxes your first orgasm from you, your thighs quake hard enough to make him hiss.

Before you can apologize, he’s climbing on top of you, kissing you again. His moan as he finally slides inside you breaks the silence of the room, and then it fills with the sounds of his thrusts and the panting of breath. You add wordless cries, fingers digging into his skin to hold him, wanting him so close, so deep. Even with you clutching him tightly, his hips never stop moving, cock stroking into you again and again.

“Jungkook,” he whispers into your neck, “my name is Jungkook.”

You breathe your own name back. Those are the only words spoken as pleasure washes over the two of you, giving you both something real to anchor yourselves to before you’re completely swept away.

When you wake later, after the sun has set, the bed is cold beside you. Lying on his pillow is the heart-shaped pendant.

The fifth time you meet him, it’s goodbye.

The decade since the war ended hasn’t been easy on you. Once your countries were done destroying each other, you climbed out of the rubble and ran as far as you could, seeking a new home.

The life you’ve built for yourself in this country is a quiet one. Simple. But you’re okay with that. On Saturdays, you venture into town to purchase groceries, often stopping at a café on the corner for coffee and a pastry. It’s there, perched on an iron chair on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, that you see him.

He’s standing on the other side of the street. That swoop of hair rises above the busy pedestrians trudging along with their hunched over shoulders, the crowd swiftly flowing around him like he's a towering rock in the stream. Your eyes meet, and you delicately place your coffee cup back on its saucer before you drop it.

The years appear to have been kinder to him, but are visible nonetheless in his countenance as you peer at him. Strands of grey shimmer in his raven hair. His smile hasn’t faded, eyes still sparkle in the light of the morning sun, but there are more lines on his face now. Scars, yes, but also laugh lines crinkling around his eyes, deep and true.

Maybe you should invite him to join you. Talk about what happened that night before the world burnt down. Regale each other with stories about your lives since.

At the very least, you could tell him you understand.

He smiles at you, and before you can raise your arm to beckon him over, someone else takes his hand. Someone who looks at him with nothing but adoration in their gaze. He turns to them and his smile grows, and your heart expands in your chest, an oddly full feeling that overwhelms and calms you at once. The other person tugs on his arm, urging him forward, into the crowd.

He lifts his hand in a silent wave. You do the same. Then the passers-by swell, and he’s gone.

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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Hi, I'm here with a drabble request for Doyoung and free use, (If you are comfortable writing that).

w!: free use (+dirty talk) a/n: free use is so hot with all the rules and limits set before

Doyoung is hesitant at the start. He simply doesn’t get why you would want to try something like that. But he would do anything to make you happy and the worst it could happen is finding out that he is into that too, right?

So he makes sure you’re wearing the bracelet that you told him signals a green light and starts to walk around you. You can feel he’s holding back, still not sure about it, but you don’t say anything, only keep your focus on the dishes you’re washing, hoping the mini skirt you’re wearing will be enough to make him snap.

And it works, Doyoung can’t hold back anymore when you start to swing your hips while you hum a song under your breath.

“Keep singing,” he says while his hands wrap around your waist. They run on your skin, moving the short skirt up and revealing you’re completely bare. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised but this is new and exciting for him so he parts your cheeks in awe as if doesn’t know your body by heart.

You moan lowly when he starts to grind his hips against you and you can feel his hard cock press against your back, and your hands let go of the glass you’re holding, causing it to make a loud sound while falling into the sink.

“Silly girl, can’t concentrate even if I’m just grinding on you?” Doyoung teases you, catching you by surprise, a pleasant surprise.

“No, I – I can,” you breathe out, feeling the temperature rising and grabbing the glass again, luckily enough it didn’t break.

“Good, keep cleaning. I’m just going to get some relief,” he whispers against your neck, moving his hands between your legs to part them more, smirking when he feels how wet you are. “Damn, you truly have been dreaming about this. Always ready to take my cock and let me use you?”

You don’t answer, only hum, trying to don’t make the same mistake with a plate when you feel him move to pull his cock out. You don’t turn around, but you can feel he didn’t push his pants down, and somehow that makes it even hotter. You love knowing that Doyoung is fully clothed and you’re only covered with a short top and a short skirt that’s rolled up to your waist.

“I didn’t tell you to stop singing,” he urges you to keep humming like before while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, smearing your cum and slowly pushing in.

“Mmh,” you mumble when he bottoms in, shaking your head to keep doing what you were doing. But it gets harder the more he keeps fucking you, it’s not only the way his thrusts are slow but deep, it’s the way Doyoung’s holding your hips, nails digging into your skin, and how his head rests flat against your shoulder while low grunts and moans slip past his lips.

“So good,” he moans, throwing his head back. “Exactly what I – fuck – needed to relax after a long day. You make such a pretty stress relief, babe.”

Your head falls forward when he pushes you against the counter and starts fucking you harder while whispering those words, and you can’t hold back moans anymore. Your hands clench around the last dishes you have to clean but your mind barely registers what you’re doing.

“What, baby? You wanted me to – fuck – use you anytime I liked and now? Can’t concentrate?” He teases, seeing how your hands are shaking and at this point, you’re only letting the jet of water clean the plates.

“Feels good.” It’s the only reply that comes out of your mouth.

“Yeah, want my cum, baby? Want me to fill you and leave you dripping?”

“Yes, please,” you moan, closing the water when, finally, all the dishes are clean — more or less.

“Fuck,” he groans when your pussy squeezes harder around him, hips stuttering against your ass as he empties himself in you as you both come at the same time. Your slippery soapy hands holding tight to the counter as you feel your legs shake.

“That was so good,” he comments, pulling out of you and bending you over to stare at his cum slowly drip out of you, running against the skin of your thighs. “You okay?”

You nod, turning around on wobbly legs. “So, are you up to trying this again?”

And from then on, Doyoung can’t stop himself from having you anywhere and anytime; when you’re laying on the couch and he slips your pants down your legs, when you’re in the shower and he can’t help but join you, when you’re cooking dinner or when you’re trying to concentrate on a book. Lately, he’s even been more adventurous and decided to use your mouth while watching a movie.

Doyoung has no idea what happened but it’s like he can’t control himself anymore, and you don’t mind at all.

#anon answered #doyoung smut #kim doyoung smut #doyoung scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct smut

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Not His Idea

On the Second day of Kinkmas, I apologize for Rookwood smut. But i had fun writing this one. Prompt was Size Kink word count is - 1.7k Enjoy! and a friendly reminder MDNI, please only read if 18+ as always.

“fuck…” a sigh left Victor’s throat as he slumped in his high winged back armchair; it had been a rough few weeks, every one of his plans were being foiled by a fucking child. His men were useless, half of them dead the second the insolent child laid eyes on them. The child’s magic was growing, and his army was depleting, Victor was at the end of his tether with losing. He needed a plan, a fool proof plan to either turn them or be rid of them once and for all. First, he needed a clear mind to think, he needed her, writhing around him, screaming his name. That would make him feel better. Victor looked over the encampment, it was loud, the men and women were drinking their troubles away, their loses, their hard efforts. She was drinking alone in a vacant corner of the tent, long jet-black hair swept over one shoulder, a sorrowing look in her eyes, he felt if he had a heart it would break for her, for all of them. He took up the space next to her, leaning against one of the support beams. She was considerably smaller than him, which suited Victor perfectly. She was normally feisty, but the second his cock was deep within her, she was a tiny needy mess. “Penny for your thoughts?” A small smirk tugged at Victors lips. “That joke got old after the first time, Victor.” A smirk to mimic his. “Apologies, Penny. You smiled though.” She let out a small sigh, looking up at Victor with her bright green eyes, the same ones that sometimes haunt his dreams, dreams of watching the life fade from them by someone else hands and not his. Not that he would want to kill her, but the idea had crossed his mind once, or twice while she was choking on his cock. He could just wrap his hands around her pretty little throat, squeeze tight enough that her airways would be cut off and the light would slowly fade from those beautiful green eyes. “Can I help you, Sir?” A hit of sarcasm in her tone. “Actually, I do believe you can. Follow me.” Victor gestured with his finger for her to obediently follow, she does. ~~~ Victor led her to his own quarters, a larger room in the encampment. The warmth from the fireplace filled the space, Victor shed his long dark blue trench coat letting it hit the floor, his black top hat thrown across the room. Her hands came from behind, unlooping the buttons on his dark maroon vest. He turned to face her, his hand grazing her cheek, moving into her loose hair, his fingers interlocking and gripping hard. Penny winces at the pain, but her eyes are begging him to take her. Victor pulls her head back so their eyes lock, looming over her, his lips just brushing against hers, a soft mewl lingered between them. “Kneel!” Victor commanded. Her bright doe eyes, the wet sheen to her lips, the way she slowly knelt before him, her fingers unclasping his trousers. She pulled them down just low enough that he was freed, her hands grasped the base of his thick cock, she dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft, her mouth wrapped around the tip. Her tongue danced over the sensitive head, slowly sucking in her cheeks. Eye contact never breaking, Penny pulled her head back, a string of saliva mixed with pre-cum connected her delicate lips to his throbbing cock. Victor needed more, his hand still tangled in her hair, grip tightening he pulled her back so her mouth, and her throat took him completely.

Soft sobs muffled by the entirety of Victor, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Low, deep grunts catching in his throat, her mouth felt good, but her cunt would feel better. He wanted to savor this moment for just a bit longer though, she was never this obedient. Normally she is running her mouth, fighting with anyone who looked at her wrong. With her it was always a power play, her stature was well under half of his own, but he was sure that’s what made everyone terrified of her, she could easily kill a man three times her size, but when it came Victor, her fight was becoming less and less each time. She would never admit to herself that she loved this just as much as he did. Who was he kidding, he would never admit it either. The moans that vibrated against his skin sent shivers up his spine, the hand intertwined with her hair pulled her in as far as her throat would allow, he almost let his head roll back in pleasure. He just needed a few seconds of watching her choke on his cock before pulling her off. Penny tried to stifle the coughing, tears staining her slightly reddened cheeks, she wiped the mixed-up saliva from around her mouth. “Good girl!” A pleased hum from Victor.

A needy whimper escaping her, he pulled her up by the tangled mess that was now her hair. Slowly releasing her, his fingers trailed over the buttons of her blouse, undoing them as he went. She tugged the shirt off behind her, he took in the sight of her bare breasts before him. His hands unclasped her skirt fasteners, letting it fall and crumple on the floor. Tugging at the small little bow that was keeping her undergarments in place, his fingers slipping in-between the soft cotton and her warm skin, pulling them down till they fell. Victor grabbed her hand walking backwards, pulling her towards the bed, her feet stepping out of the slightly damp material. His calves bumping against the wooden frame, her hands pulling at his clothes. Vest thrown across the room, shirt tossed over her head, trousers lay at his ankles, her palm lay flat against his chest. Giving a soft push, Victor’s back hitting the soft mattress, kicking the remainder of his trousers off. Penny slowly climbed atop Victor, giving a tantalizing lick over the head of his cock before settling her hips just above his now aching length. Her hand gripped him tightly as she adjusted herself, the tip pressed against her opening, slowly rubbing against the wetness between her legs. Victor’s hands ran up her thighs, they settled on each side of her hips. Her skin was soft, and warm, delicate for a criminal like her. The sensation was maddening, his fingers dug into her skin, pulling himself into her sharply. Hissing at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, her abrupt screams filling the room. He didn’t stop there, thrusting into her, the rhythm was harsh, rough, making sure her screams never faded.

It wasn’t enough, Victor pulled out of her wetness, a needy moan left her lips before he situated himself behind her. The palm of his hand pressed into her back, forcing her hands to support her on the bed, his free hand slid to pull her hips up. Pressing the head of his cock against her core, he plunged deep within her, running the hand back to her other hip and pulling her further against him. Her moans becoming desperate, his pace was rougher, demanding. Her cunt was more than willing to obey the demand, it tightened around him, her body began to shake from her own release. Her slick coating his length, making it easier to fuck her. He felt her body begin to go limp. Leaning into her ear, he whispered. “Not finished yet.” Victor’s hand slipped round her throat, pulling her into his chest, gripping tighter with each thrust into her tight, wet cunt. Her strangled moans barely audible, her breathing started to stagger. His mouth nibbled on her ear, grazing down her neck before sinking his teeth into her shoulder. A pained screamed began to leave her before his hand tightened again, tilting her head back a bit further, he could now see her eyes, the tears that streamed from them. The most beautiful fucking mess he ever had the pleasure of creating. “You are such a good little whore for me!” A deep purr in her ear. Her walls tightened around his cock again, her hands were clawing at his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. She felt incredible, completely soaked just for him. Victor felt his own climax creeping up on him, he needed her to come again, to come with him. His free hand softly kneaded her breasts before running his fingers down the side of her ribs. Grabbing hold of her hip again, his hips hammered into her. He watched her eyes begin to roll to the back of her head, he wasn’t finished yet. His fingers moving to her clit, rubbing small circles into the sensitive nub. “Y-yes, ple-ease!” His hand still holding firm on her throat, it was as much as she could muster through the desperate screams of pleasure. Victor’s cock began to twitch at her pleas, his hips snapping into her overstimulated cunt, her strangled screams were like music to his ears. His release flowed and filled her entirely, her body shaking at her own climax. His hand releasing her, her breathing shallow and deep. He pulled his length from her and watched her fall to the bed, his own breath catching up to him. The view that befell him, was that of a dream. Her fucked into bliss, his cum spilling from in-between her legs, her neck bruising nicely with his own hand print.

He fell beside her, now realizing how sweaty and worn out he was, a heavy sigh catching in his throat. “Something wrong, Victor?” Penny’s breathing was still settling. “Just the usual.” “You fuck me like that, and you are still thinking of the child?” Penny propped herself up, elbow pressed into the mattress. “I just, I am at my wits end with them. They are a pain I need to be rid of, or I need them to join us.” Victor was trying to not sound defeated. “Kidnap them then… make them listen to you… You are Victor Rookwood after all!” Victor looked at her in awe, how had he not thought of that. Victor Rookwood, the leader of the Rookwood Gang, the most notorious dark wizard in all of Europe… and a tiny, fucked out whore of a woman, just gave him the best idea he had ever heard.

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 5

Chapter (1) (2) (3) (4)

Smut

The next day all I can think about is what Hanna had to tell me last night. Was it about Quinn? It had to be. Why wouldn’t she tell me after I brought up Quinn? Should I even question it? What if it’s nothing? I shake the thoughts and go back to work.

After work as I walk to my car I finally convince myself to ask her. If it’s nothing, it’s nothing but at least I’ll know why she distanced herself from our friendship. I shoot her a quick text and she answers quickly before I get to me car.

Y/n: Hey! What did you want to tell me last night?

Hanna: Hey

Hanna: honestly, I made it sound worse than it seemed. Promise it is nothing! 💜

Y/n: call me, I don’t believe you

I texted her back before driving home. She finally called me while I was parking into my spot in my apartment's parking garage. I turn my car off once parked and answer the call. “Hey” I speak through the phone.

“Hi” Hanna says, “I promise you it really isn’t anything”

“Well you wouldn’t have said anything, please, is it about Quinn?”

“Not really, kinda. I was just going to say that- remember last summer when I was hooking up with Josh?” she says and I hum, “Well, I became closer with Quinn and it became hard to be friends with both of you because I felt like being around him was betraying you?”

“I mean I kinda figured Quinn would be there if you were hanging out with Josh in Ann Arbor… Why didn’t you just tell me last night?”

“Well I didn’t want to rub in that I was in communication with Quinn all last summer while- I guess you guys are in a rough patch” she explains, deep down I don’t believe her but I don’t have the energy to push further.

“So, you and Josh?” I say trying to change the conversation

“Short lived… Again” she chuckles through the phone

“Not again?! What happened?”

“Another girl on his mind” she says

We continue to catch up as I make my way up to my apartment. Once I reach my apartment I tell her I have to go, and that’s when she randomly brought up Quinn.

“Okay well I am just getting home now, but call me whenever. I missed talking to you” I say

“Okay, sure, but Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t take Quinn back. I promise you are better off without him”

“What do you mean?” I say pausing in the front entrance of my apartment

“He just doesn’t miss you like you missed him” she says, “don’t look to closely into it Y/n, just take my advice”

“I mean that’s pretty cryptic, elaborate please”

“Josh would tell me stuff that’s all”

“Okay then, well I better get going” I say and we say our goodbyes before I throw in a random microwave dinner for supper.

I bring my dinner over to the tv and turn it on to see the Canucks playing the Jets tonight. I decided to keep it until I was done eating, but ended up watching the whole game. Quinn played horrible. The team lost 7-3 and Quinn was on for 4 goals, 2 of them being turnovers. 1 of the goals he wasn’t on for he was in the penalty box, serving a stupid penalty.

I continued my normal daily routine of work, home, cooking, maybe gym, maybe go out with some friends, maybe watch a canucks game for the next week or so. I muted Quinn so his texts weren’t giving me any notifications and the only time I allowed myself to read through them was at night.

It has now been a week since I last spoke to Quinn in person, so seeing him at my door when I arrived home from work was definitely a surprise. “How do you even get into the building” I ask him rolling my eyes as he turns around to see me coming the other direction down the hall.

“Can we talk?” he says ignoring my question and I put my key in the lock on my door.

“About?”

“I broke up with Kaitlin” he says. So Kaitlin was her name I think to myself as the lock pops and I turn the nob to my front door pushing it open. I walk in without answering him. And he follows me in, “I broke up with her as soon as I got home that night”.

“I want to- I wanted to be the only one Quinn, not the other women” I say walking into my kitchen as Quinn follows behind me and I turn to look at him as he speaks.

“You weren’t the other women. She was just a placeholder when I got lonely. I only ever wanted you.” Quinn says to me as I bite the inside of my cheek before nodding.

“You could have had me” I say, shaking my head thinking about the time I waited for him to just call or text me or something, “I wanted you for so long, and you can’t stand that I’m finally over it. I am finally moving on” I say tears stinging my eyes

“I want you, that’s all I want. I won't be able to get you off my mind”

“I’m sorry Quinn, but I can’t do this anymore” I say looking down at my feet and I hear Quinn shuffle closer to me

“One last kiss, then I guess I am gone” he says resting his hand on my shoulder. I look up and look into his brown eyes and I’m lost as he leans in a little closer and I cave.

Our lips meet and the kiss becomes so in sync as it get deeper and deeper. We begin making out before Quinn lifts me up taking me to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom I slide down his body and onto my feet instantly taking my shirt off as he does the same. We quickly undress ourselves fully before engulfing in each other's arms to continue to make out, while waltzing over to the bed. I sit down on the edge of the bed and Quinn continues making out with me. He lifts me up a bit so he could comfortably get on top of me. He begins kissing down my neck as he fumbles around trying to line himself up with my entrance before slowly sliding himself in.

He continues to thrust but they are softer so he was able to continue to lean down and kiss my neck. “Quinn” I breathe out a moan. He continues thrusting inside of me before he pulls himself out and goes to the bathroom to finish.

I hear the bathtub water start to flow, so I make myself over to the bathroom. Quinn looks over at me once I get to the frame and gives me a soft slime before pulling me into the bathroom with him. I wrap my arms around him and he does the same. We sit there without saying a word just in each others arms until Quinn pulls away to stop the water. He then holds his hand out for me to take, “coming in” he asks and I take his hand.

I sit between his legs in the tub as Quinn lays back with his eyes shut. I look up at him, “what are you thinking about?” I ask him.

“You” he says, sending shivers through my body. Then it hits me, he shouldn’t still be here. I sit in his arms though not sure if I want him to leave yet or not, “You okay?” he asks me, “you’re tense”.

“I just- I- Sex isn’t going to fix all of our problems Quinn” i say and he sighs

“I know, I really meant just a kiss. I couldn’t leave though. I am so, so, so in love with you it hurts” he says. I breathe in and pull away from his chest so I can stand up and get out of the bathtub. I leave Quinn there grabbing a towel and going into the bedroom. Quinn soon follows looking at me questionably.

“Last chance” I say walking towards him, “This is your very last chance!” Quinn smiles at me, and my serious expression softens slightly.

“Okay” he says

“Okay” I say and he presses his lips to mine suddenly then pulls apart

“Can I call you my girlfriend again then?” Quinn asks taking me aback

“How do I know you are serious?”

“Move in with me”

#quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes #nhl writing #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic

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shina913 · 2 years

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Intersect, Part 9 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 9

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 5.5K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; office romance; sexually explicit conversations; dirty talk; bed-sharing; oral (F-receiving); fingering; clit-play; un/intentional voyeurism; vulnerable confessions; life-altering decisions (not sure if that's a legitimate warning); so much angst

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: Incoming angst!

The trip home was long, to say the least. You’ve taken this flight many times and five hours typically zip by for you–now, it feels considerably slower.

You wrapped up your conversation with Haejin asking for some time to think about her offer. If you were being honest, it was a very attractive offer. And you had a week to give her an answer.

You spent the entire flight weighing the pros and cons.

If you accepted the offer:

Onboarding would start immediately, jetting off to New York City first

You’d learn on the job, right next to Haejin for the first month then you're off on your own

You would travel around the world, under the banner of the Moonstone Foundation

You would have a larger team and call the shots

You’d get paid a lot of $$$

You would be working your dream job

If you turned down the offer:

You would remain close to home, close to your family

You would still have a great job that you love, in a company that equally respects your work

You wouldn’t have to make any huge adjustments in your life

And who else was in your life?

Namjoon.

Where would your tall, sweet human fit in all this?

Would he be supportive? You thought he would be. Namjoon was just as career-driven as you were. In the two years that you’ve worked with him, you don’t remember him ever taking any time off—and his team could vouch for that.

Except that one time. When he flew across the country to see you. One whole day, that he chose to spend with you.

If you took this job—would he wait for you? It seemed like a lot to ask of somebody who declared his commitment to you mere weeks ago.

Was it a declaration of commitment? He hadn’t said the words…and neither have you.

But you were absolutely sure about how you felt. That one day cemented that.

Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and be sure to stow away your tray tables. We are starting to make our initial descent.

As the familiar city lights twinkle thousands of feet beneath you, you think of how you couldn’t wait to get home.

When you walk out of the arrivals area, you catch a glimpse of it. A little over six-feet tall, beanie, hoodie, and jeans—with the sexiest smile and those dimples that never fail to reel you in.

“Welcome home, baby.”

******

This was not going to be an easy conversation, by any means. He had barely rolled your luggage in and was on you in an instant.

“Joon…we…we need to talk.” You manage to say in between pants as he continues to ravish you by your doorway.

“Can it wait? I missed you so much and I pretty much counted the minutes at the office until I had to take the train to the airport to come pick you up,” he says in between kisses.

“I missed you, too,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands, kissing him just as eagerly.

He reaches his hand up your jean shorts, the truncated in-seam providing him easy-access. You gasp out loudly when slips beneath the layers.

“So wet already?” he purrs.

“Hmm–only for you,” you sighed, your tongue darting out to lick his lower lip while he worked the bundle of nerves you had built up on the flight back.

He slides two fingers in your cunt. “You want me in there? Hm?”

“Yes” you mewled while your walls clench around his digits. “I want you in me, now.” Your teeth graze his chin.

You were so lost in the moment that both of you flinched when your phone started going off. You groan in frustration, trying to dig it out of your pocket to silence it until you get a glimpse of the caller ID.

“Fuck, it’s just Yoongi. I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you said.

Namjoon looks you square in the eyes. “Answer it.”

His suggestion catches you by surprise.

“You heard me,” he commands while his fingers continue to pump slowly inside of you. “Better hurry up before it stops ringing.”

Before you know it, you tap the green button on your screen to pick up.

“H-hello?” You try to control your ragged breaths

“Hi, YN. I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick up–”

“I just got home from the airport, what’s up?” Namjoon pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his mouth and sucks on them.

It turns you on to the point of no return. What a fucking prick.

“Mirai and I were supposed to have a check-in tomorrow morning about the data analysis for the ACF project. I just wondered if I could add you to the meeting invite?”

Namjoon smirks at you before he drops down to his knees, undoing the button and zipper to your bottoms, pulling it down along with your panties in one swift move.

You gasp softly at the abrupt action. “Uh–c-couldn’t you have just emailed this to me, Yoongi?”

You look down and watch him hook your right leg up to his shoulder, your free hand clinging onto a bookshelf that you were so glad that Jungkook bolted to the wall.

“I was but uhm–the meeting’s at 8AM and I didn’t want to surprise you—“

“A-hah,” you yelped at the feel of his velvety tongue licking one long stripe over your clit.

“YN? Are you—alright?”

You bit back a moan as the tip of his skilled tongue teases the sensitive bud.

“Sorry, I—I was just writing some notes from my trip and remembered something,” you lied.

“Anyway–are you free tomorrow morning? I know you try to block off 8AM for emails and general office stuff but since you just met with them, I think it would be really helpful to get some fresh input.”

“Yeesss,” you say a little breathily. “I mean, yes, that’s fine.”

Namjoon was really working you now. You look down at him, his eyes up at you, fully cognizant of what he was doing.

His palms were on your ass, pushing you closer to his mouth to torture you further–tonguing your clit while three relentless fingers, massaged and curled around your insides. Your thighs started to quake–your orgasm would hit you any minute now and Yoongi was going to be on the other line to hear you fall apart.

“Yeah, I was thinking, it would also be great to–”

“Hmmphh…shit,” your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a high-pitched moan while Namjoon’s fingers hasten.

“Sorry–Say that again? I didn’t catch that,” Yoongi says, confused.

“Nothing! I’m–I’m–c-close…close to a breakthrough here,” you managed to say before he sucked on the extremely sensitive flesh. You were seconds away from freefalling.

“Aah–just-send-the-invite-see-you-tomorrow-bye,” you say in a rush before you frantically fumble to end the call, moments before your body starts to jerk, followed by a loud, lingering sigh.

Namjoon rises to his feet, eyes wide open with a big smile on his face. His lips and chin, coated in your arousal. “Fuck, that was so hot!”

You grimaced. “I think he might be traumatized. I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep a straight face tomorrow.”

He waves you off, “He’ll be fine,” then leans in to give you a kiss. Just then, that tent he had in his pants pokes you in your belly.

You giggled before you palmed him through his jeans. “Now let’s take care of you.”

******

The morning was shaping up to be hectic. You grabbed a medium, triple-shot mocha from the cafe around the corner from the office to help brace for all of your meetings. The days after a business trip are always frenzied–expense reports, meeting notes, client debriefs, follow-ups…and worst of all, catching up on all of the other work that you missed out on while you were away.

Yoongi tried his best to act professional during your meeting. You knew that he knew what you were doing on the phone–or at least had a pretty good idea of it.

But you didn’t let it faze you. You were composed and gave him all of the information that he needed to move his project along.

After he thanked you for all of the helpful input that you provided, scurried off to his office and mentioned something about a new opportunity that he had to discuss with Celina.

Your next meeting was a huddle with Jimin and Mirai, who filled you in on the latest information on the baseline survey responses. You were happy to know that Namjoon kept everything moving smoothly, resolving any internal issue while keeping you informed of any high-level decisions that you needed to make.

The day was waning and you barely had a chance to catch Namjoon apart from smiles down the hallway and quick work chat messages to check in.

You were so inundated with work that you almost missed the new piece of decor hanging in your office—a small replica of Seurat’s The Lighthouse at Honfleur. It was the painting that you spent time admiring at the museum.

You couldn’t help but smile.

******

“Hey, I have something to tell you. You think we can talk later?” You poke your head into his office after taking a chance when you see his door ajar.

“Of course. Everything okay?” He beckons you to come in while he stands by his bookshelf, trying to search for some reference materials.

Since last night’s attempt was unsuccessful on account of a few…’distractions,’ you were more determined to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

You shut the door as soon as you step in. “Yeah, everything’s great. I just wanted to run something by you—can you come over tonight?”

“Sure. I have a code review with Hobi and Tae at 5. It was the only open time we had on our calendars today,” he grimaces. “So–I probably won’t get in ‘til after 6:30?”

“That’s totally fine,” you smiled. “Just come by when you’re done–whatever time that is.”

“Okay. I have my key,” he says proudly.

It’s only been a couple months but since you both frequented the other’s place, you thought it made sense to give each other keys the week before you left for your business trip. Logical.

He figured he could also revive your dying house plants while you were away–and he was right. Practical.

“Perfect. I’ll make you dinner,” you said.

He beams back at you. “Can’t wait.” He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before he excuses himself to walk over to his next meeting.

******

Namjoon gets in a bit later than expected and looks a bit frazzled when he walks through the door. His meeting with Hobi and Taehyung had run over. A routine code review turned into a troubleshooting session. Namjoon’s team inherited the program from a previous contractor and, needless to say, their quality control was little to nonexistent. When Namjoon left the office, they had barely gotten the program into a stable mode so Hobi and Taehyung elected to stay a bit longer to monitor it in case it crashed again.

You welcome him with a piping hot bowl of jjajangmyeon. “Woah—this is so good, baby. What would I do without you?”

You take in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. From what? You’re not exactly sure why. Maybe it was the fact that a lucrative job offer had just landed on your lap not so long ago–and you were wrestling with the thought of taking it and asking the man that you loved to cool his heels while you lived your dream.

You were both accomplished in your own rights. Namjoon had charted his own path and you did the same. He was already reaping the benefits of hitting a major career milestone while you were just beginning to make strides in yours.

You were ambitious and driven. You had all but mapped out the next five years for yourself–but you never factored him in. He was a variable. Now, you had to determine whether he was the independent or dependent kind.

“So, I ran into Kim Haejin on my last day.”

“Oh! That’s…random.”

“It was. She’s doing some lobbying for Moonstone.”

He nods. He’s been to Capitol Hill a handful of times and seen special interest groups trying to round up legislators, competing for their attention to push their agenda. Some had genuine and sincere intentions while a few…just wanted to pay a few digits less on their tax returns.

“Anyway, we met up after our meetings at the Capitol and I found out that she’s also been in contact with the children and families committees up there—really trying to push forth this one piece of legislation that a few people in congress are sponsoring.”

He hums. “I gotta hand it to her. Running a family corporation, a charitable foundation, and juggling motherhood on top of all that? I don’t know how she manages it.”

This was it. You braced yourself while you broached the topic.

“Well—that’s the thing. She thinks she’s stretched too thin because of all of these responsibilities. So…she’s looking into handing off the Foundation.”

He slows his chewing.

“Oh. So…what does that mean for grantees? And uh…contractors? For us?”

You slowed your pace. “She’s not quite handing it off in a sense that she’s ending the Foundation. She wants someone to take over for her—to oversee the program.”

“Okay…”

You felt your heart start to beat out of your chest.

“She asked…me…if I could do it.”

His eyes bulge out of their sockets and he almost chokes on his food. “Baby—that’s…that’s great! What did you tell her? Oh shit. But you’d have to leave the company…ah—what the heck? This is your dream, YN! This is fucking amazing!” He was beaming with pride.

You smiled back at him, feeling some relief as he looked so happy for you.

“I mean…I, I told her I’d think about it first.”

“Aish, c’mon, YN! What’s there to think about?” He says it as if it was a no-brainer. This fueled your confidence.

“Well—for starters, I’d have to embark on a ‘tour’ of sorts,” you gestured with air quotations. “You know, to promote the Foundation, expand partnerships internationally—“

“A tour?” He looks puzzled.

“Y-yeah. The tentative schedule on the calendar is for a year—possibly longer—Asia, Africa, Latin America...The organization is growing rapidly. I also have to make sure that Jungkook is settled. Plus, our relationship is—“ You stop your babbling when you see his face falter.

“Y-you’ll be gone for a year?” he whispers.

Your heartbeat lurches. “A year, maybe more,” you say hesitantly.

In an instant, his expression turns despondent. Although his eyes were downcast, you could see his jaw ticking.

You rest your palms on either side, cupping his face, trying to tilt it upwards to look into his eyes.

“Joon, look at me—“ He does, and you wished that he hadn’t. He had a smile on his lips but his eyes were pained.

Tears started to sting your eyes. “Baby—“

His hands rest over yours, assuaging you. “Hey—You should take the job.”

You take in a shallow breath. “Well, see, the reason I haven’t taken it is because…I was thinking about us. It’s going to be so hard being away from you. And I–Namjoon, I…” you paused for a beat. This wasn’t exactly how you pictured it but you had to let him know–and you had to know if he felt the same. “I lo–”

You are interrupted by his phone blaring on your dining room table. He glances at the caller ID. “Shit, it’s Taehyungie. Hold on.”

However sweet you thought Taehyung was when you worked together, you wanted to strangle him through the phone for his shitty timing.

“What?” Namjoon groans into the phone. “Fuck. I thought we cleaned up the duplicates?” Another groan. “And the patch didn’t work?” Taehyung murmurs something unintelligible which elicits a low growl from Namjoon while he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, alright. Just…hang tight. Uh–tell Hobi to run the validation script manually to hold off the errors. I’ll head back now.”

He hangs up.

“Sorry–YN, I uh–”

You nodded. “It-it’s fine…”

He hurriedly gathers his wallet and building pass off the table then wordlessly heads to the door to put his shoes on.

You followed right behind him. “Uhm, do you want me to pack some food for you? Maybe bring some for Hobi and Tae? They could be hungry.”

He pauses then turns around abruptly. “N-no, that won’t be necessary,” he replies.

“Uh…okay. Are we–” You blink then shake your head. “Let’s pick this up again tomorrow? I really need–”

“S-sure, yeah. Listen, I–I really have to go.”

You nodded, looking up at him expectantly. When he doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to close in on him yourself. You tilt your chin up to him and give him a kiss. You move your lips against his, coaxing his mouth open to slip your tongue in. He moans softly, lifting his hand to cradle your nape. Deepening the kiss, responding to your languid strokes with his own licks.

He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours–bearing that same pained expression in his eyes when you asked him to look up at you.

“Let me know when you get home?”

After giving you a small nod, he’s out the door.

******

You must have been dreaming. The last thing you remember is Namjoon leaving your apartment–he seemed off after you told him about the job offer. Did you miss his text or call?

You feel your mattress sink, you get a whiff of a combination of your body wash and faint traces of men’s cologne. Moments later, warmth envelops you. You were half asleep when you glanced over your shoulder to see Namjoon burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Is it really you?” You croaked out.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning your ear. “Who else would it be?”

You roll over to face him. “I thought you went home?”

“I thought I did.”

You smile languidly. “What time is it?”

“Late.” He kisses your forehead and moves down to give you a peck on your lips before he pulls you in closer to his chest. In an instant, you drift right back to sleep.

******

“Okay so, I have like, four tickets to the actual ceremony but only two for the baccalaureate. I was thinking maybe you and mom can come because–with dad and his sleep apnea–he’ll be snoring up a storm and I really don’t–”

“Kookie–it’s fine,” you chuckled. “You don’t have to explain. He can stay and nap at the hotel until the ceremony starts in the afternoon.”

“Have you asked Namjoon-hyung to find out if he can make it?”

“I’m sure he can move some things around but I wouldn’t–wouldn’t get my hopes up. He’s been struggling with one of his programs and working nights and weekends to try and fix that.”

“Oh,” he pouts a little and looks dejected on screen.

“I’m sorry–is your ultra-supportive noona’s presence not enough to put a smile on your face on your graduation day?”

He does his big-bunny smile. “Of course it is–I just thought maybe he’d come with you. Because we’ve grown close, I think. He's kind of like the big brother I never had,” he says sheepishly.

“Then why don’t you text him yourself and ask? Like you said–the worse he’ll say is ‘no.’”

He nods. “Speaking of answers–have you responded to that CEO’s job offer yet?”

You sighed. “I–haven’t. I have ‘til the end of the week to let her know. I, uh–talked to Namjoon about it.”

“I’m sure he’s excited for you!”

You made a face and your brother picks up on your uncertainty immediately. “Was he not,” he asks slowly.

You inhaled sharply. “I don’t know how to describe his reaction, exactly. It was–mixed? He was enthusiastic at first and then when I told him about the year-long tour, it was as if someone walked into the room and killed the lights.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

You explain what happened during dinner and how his excitement died down shortly after. You were already starting to feel deflated because of his reaction until he came back later that night. It seemed to quell your doubts.

“You think he wouldn’t be cool with long-distance?” Your brother asks.

“I don’t know. We haven’t really–reopened the topic since this morning. We’ve both been swamped with other stuff. He’s coming over tonight, though so–maybe we can clear it up then.”

******

While you took absolute pleasure when he fucked you senseless, you had many quiet moments that you relished.

Like this. Both of you laying in your post-fucked out state with your heads at the foot of the bed. Him on his back while you on your stomach, just talking, after a long day at the office.

“I have a confession to make,” he began.

You turn to glance at him while he stares up at the ceiling.

“Remember when I told you that Mayumi ran out of love and patience for me?”

You hummed and nodded cautiously at the mention of an ex from somebody you were seeing.

“She left me because—she said that I held her back and…lately she was starting to resent me for it.”

“W-why would she resent you?”

“Because I was selfish. After finishing my undergrad, I went straight into getting my doctorate. I asked her to move in with me, which she did—at the expense of losing out on a great job opportunity. Moving away from her family. But I convinced her that moving into the city would present more opportunities for her. More options. Plus, we’d be together.”

You weren’t exactly sure what was prompting Namjoon to open up like this but you let him, nodding and humming softly to urge him to continue while you listened.

He goes on to narrate that Celina had hired him right out of undergrad. They first met when she happened to be a visiting lecturer at his university. He caught her eye when he started to challenge one of her findings—which in the end, she admitted was slightly flawed and outdated due to an old theory that she had based it on.

He jumped at the opportunity because she had an esteemed reputation in public policy.

She saw promise in him and convinced him to go straight into a graduate program while he worked as a programmer and research assistant at her budding firm.

You started to get a weird feeling and decided to ask him outright.

“Are you–are you trying to tell me something? You and Celina–” You asked hesitantly.

Your bed shook as a hearty laugh booms out of his chest.

“No, no, baby. I promise you, that’s not where this is going,” he looks at you assuringly. “Besides, I didn’t think I was her type because—I pretty much questioned her at every turn. I wasn’t uhm…agreeable to everything that she said. And I wasn’t doing it to be a dick. I just—wanted to make sure that every angle was taken into consideration, making sure that we were thorough. Which, I think in the end, she respected me for and it made me a good researcher.” He clarifies while he reaches up to kiss your bare shoulder. “We strictly had a mentor and mentee relationship.”

He had obviously risen up the ranks using his smarts and determination. Unfortunately, his ambition drained his personal life.

Mayumi was always trying to accommodate him. Worked her decisions around him. She was happy to do it because she loved him.

“Then one time, I was doing some extra work at home—nothing unusual. But at that specific time, I was feeling some extra pressure at work because I wanted a promotion and I knew that I deserved it. Only thing was, there were three other people in contention. I needed to do something…insanely exceptional to be at the forefront.”

He put in the work, traveled to conferences, strengthened client partnerships, recruited notable researchers–which, at the sound of that, you cocked our eyebrow to. Clearly, all of this was enough to convince Celina and the rest of upper management to reward his efforts.

Once he became Associate Director, it was all downhill for him and Mayumi. They argued more often. She would storm off and pick up extra shifts at work while he spent nights in his office. Somehow, being anywhere but home was more peaceful. It was not healthy.

At some point, they knew that they were done for. But why did Namjoon hang on that long if he didn’t think things were past the point of mending?

“The day that we were submitting that revised proposal? She called me that morning, saying that she was done, she had had it with me. For some reason, I asked her to wait for me. So I rushed out of the office in the middle of the day.”

He didn’t know what he had hoped to accomplish. Would he convince her to stay? Would he promise to change and devote more time to her, like she had asked multiple times before? They’ve gone through this cycle in the last few years. Take a break, get back together.

He tried but her mind had already been made up right before he walked through the door. Before leaving, she told him how she felt as if she’d always had to play second-fiddle to everything else in his life—which was his career.

She’s given up everything because he promised that they would be together—which was true for some time—until his work took over his life and she became an afterthought.

He turns his head to face you again. “All this to say that, I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. I feel that this relationship is much more different than that. I recognize that you have your own dreams and ambitions. I want to support you and—find that balance that I didn’t before. I was too young and too full of myself. I don’t want to be selfish anymore—not with you.”

You regarded him intently. “Joon—“

“Don’t ever let me hold you back from things that you want. I don’t want you to resent me.”

This man squeezes your heart like no other. If at first you were worried about how he would feel, now you weren’t because it seemed like he had swept those concerns away. This was going to help with your decision to take Haejin’s job offer easier.

You smiled warmly at him. “Namjoon, resentment is far from the emotion that describes what I feel for you right now.”

He sits up slightly and leans in closer to you while he balances his weight on his elbow. “Good, because I don’t think I can forgive myself if you started to hate me.”

“Joon…where is all this coming from,” you ask softly.

“I just–need you to promise me that you won’t let me hold you back.”

“B-baby, I don’t–”

“Please–just promise me?” He gently implores.

“I promise,” you assured him.

With that, he closes the gap between you and kisses you.

God, you loved this man so much.

******

The next morning, you find the side that he slept in empty. You panic a little but are instantly placated once you see a handwritten note on the pillow that he slept on.

Left early—SOS from Hobi and Tae. Figured you needed all the sleep you can get so you wouldn’t rip anybody’s head off. See you in a bit.

You regretted that you didn’t tell him how you felt last night–but he was so vulnerable and truth be told, his actions felt more than enough to assure you. You would definitely tell him today. You glance at the post-script below his note.

PS — You’re so cute when you snore!

You scoffed. “I do not snore!”

******

You didn’t catch Namjoon when you arrived at the office in the morning and you went straight into a marathon of meetings with your team and a few other project officers, not to mention that you were still catching up on a pile of work sitting on your desk while you went off on your trip.

Once you found a few minutes, you place a call to Haejin and tell her that you would take the job, provided that you could incorporate some scheduled time off–that was a hard line for you. You wanted to be able to see and spend time with your family and Namjoon.

Haejin was more than accommodating. It was a small price to pay for a huge weight off her shoulders. She was a huge advocate for work-life balance in her company. She hated the thought of her staff being overworked or didn’t have personal time for a vacation, to go to their child’s recital, or just plainly take a mental break. She promised a great support staff for you if and when you were scheduled to take time off.

The next step was meeting with Celina to put in your notice–but not before you shared the good news to Namjoon.

You knock on his door to find him with his nose buried deep in a draft report that he was reading through.

“Hey,” you say excitedly. He glances up briefly to acknowledge your presence then returns to the report.

That was weird.

But you brushed it off and proceeded to tell him that you spoke to Haejin about taking the job. You also told him that you requested for unrestricted, on-demand time off to accommodate your family and him. You were over the moon at the thought of living your dream and expressed that it was too good to be true–a killer job and the man that you love by your side.

“Isn’t that great, Joon? There are only a few organizations like this–who would actually grant this flexibility–”

“I think you should take the job as it is…without any conditions or pretenses,” he interjects coolly without looking up at you.

You scrunch your face in confusion.

“Huh?” You actually heard what he said. You were more in shock, is what it is. “I thought–I thought that you were supporting me and that you’d be there for me? You know–last night? When we talked?”

“YN–let’s be practical here. You’ll be gone for a year. You’re leading a whole program–and it will need your full attention. I’ll just be a distraction.” He says evenly before he lifts his head to look up at you.

“W-wait–”

“I think that what you’ve done for the firm is amazing. You’ve grown our foundations and philanthropic efforts considerably in a short period of time. It goes to show that you’re really good at what you do. I’m not surprised that you’re starting to outgrow your position. More people are finally taking notice of your skills.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t…” You took in a sharp breath. “Look, Namjoon–I never said I felt like I was outgrowing my position here.”

“YN–you know that I’m a huge supporter of career growth. I don’t think people should confine themselves to boxes.”

His voice was barely recognizable to you. This was the same tone that he adopted when he spoke to clients and business partners. Academic, formal…disconnected.

“You should take full advantage of every great opportunity that comes your way. Clearly, The Moonstone Foundation will give you that. This is what you’ve wanted. This is…your dream. Don’t let anything or…anybody hold you back from it.”

You were aghast. Was he still talking about the job offer or–

“Joon…” you softened your expression, rounding his desk, leaning against it and dropping your voice. “It’s just us, here. We can talk like…like normal? I thought that we were on the same page?”

He stares at you blankly and doesn’t return your affectionate tone.

He moistens his lips before he speaks again. “We are talking. And I’m saying–you should move forward. This–this relationship is going to be a distraction for you. And that won’t be helpful for Haejin and the Foundation.”

Who was this imposter and what has he done to the real Kim Namjoon? The man you’ve grown to love in the last couple of months.

“What are you saying? I’m so confused, Joon–”

He looks you dead in the eyes–gone was all that love and warmth from last night. Cold and emptiness had taken over. It was the same look that he gave you when he told you to get out of his office when you supposedly stole his project from him.

“I’m saying–that we should cut our losses now.”

You stood in front of him, flabbergasted. “Are you–are you breaking up with me?” It sounded idiotic by the time the words spilled out of your mouth.

He swallowed hard and flexed his jaw. “I just think that you need to be able to focus on your new position so you can produce your best work. You know–no interferences, obstacles…”

You tune him out. His voice was replaced by Celina’s–ringing in your ears after you decided to castigate Yoongi during that one meeting.

If I fall apart, then everything and everyone else around me is affected…everything that we all worked hard for–just because I decided to have a cry at work.

Suddenly, it felt like ice water had replaced the blood running through your veins. You touch your tongue to the inside of your cheek–a habit you picked up from him. But it didn’t matter because it helped you don a mask that you desperately needed at that moment.

“Got it. Say no more.”

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RED (chapter two: treacherous)

warnings — fluff, cursing

author’s note — ik that we are going fast, but when i think of the album red, i imagine a relationship that went in super fast, passionate, and intense from the very beginning. even though i prefer the slow burn ones, i just wanted to portray the album the best way i can

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"Oh my God, I'm going to absolutely murder you!" Joanna screeched over the phone as Amelia scrunched her face due to her loud voice. Carlos' face scrunched up in confusion as she put her phone on speaker, so he could listen in. Currently, the two of them were on a private jet on their way to Madrid. "I was knocking on your hotel room's door for fifteen minutes, before I decided to check my phone only to see a text from you saying 'Going to Madrid' kissing face emoji! A KISSING FACE EMOJI, AMELIA!? Have you gone absolutely insane?"

"Hey, Joanna." Amelia replied with a faux cool tone, a nervous chuckle following along. "Yeah, you see, Carlos" he muttered a quiet 'hola' at the mention of his name. "invited me to Madrid and how could I refuse such an offer, you know how incredible it is over there during this time of the year—"

"Stop bullshitting me." Joanna cut her client off. "I know about your little date yesterday, in fact, the whole world knows! Yeah, that's right! Let me just read you out a couple of things. DeuxMoi 'spotted: Amelia Peak and Carlos Sainz together at a cafe in Monte Carlo acting rather cozy. Pretty sure I saw them hold hands under the table', TMZ has posted pictures of you two, and not to mention Formula One WAG accounts are obsessing over you being Carlos' new girlfriend, and the pictures you posted with Charlotte is getting reposted and everyone is naming you 'the Ferrari girls' . . . Do you want to be the death of me, Amelia?" the manager asked with an exasperated sigh.

The line stayed quiet for a couple of moments, before the singer spoke up. "But I am a Ferrari girl, I've always been a fan." Amelia said in a small voice as her gaze reconnected with Carlos' one and it took everything in them not to burst out laughing, the Spaniard snorting as the singer kicked him to quiet him.

"You know what," Joanna said exhaustedly. "I can't even talk to you right now, I need a drink and I will deal with this later."

"Bye, Joanna. See you soon, I love you." Amelia hung up the phone, bursting out laughing as Carlos was quick to follow suit. "We are in such deep shit." she spoke through her fit of giggles. To be quite honest, Amelia had no idea what was going on through her head when she accepted Carlos' plead for her to follow him back Madrid. Maybe it was the thrill of it all; the way she could break out of her shell around him, act foolish and reckless just like a teenager, the spontaneous and not thought through decisions. But she knew she was beginning to catch feelings for the Spaniard, that much was clear to everyone, but even she herself wasn't sure when that line was crossed. They had known each other for three days. Amelia wasn't sure how it had been humanely possible for this to happen in the span of 72 hours, that she was starting to question if she might've actually gotten a sunstroke on the day they met, so now her entire mind had been clouded and she just kept making the wrong decision.

But in that moment as Amelia looked back in Carlos' eyes, she knew that sunstroke or not, she was starting to form feelings. So, she did what she knew best by pulling out her song journal, writing down 'Begin Again' and underlining it with two lines. "What are you doing?" Carlos questioned, brow raised as he tried to get a peak in the journal.

"Ah-ah-ah." Amelia tutted, pulling the book close to her chest. "Not for you eyes."

"Ay, come on! Please show me." he begged, his hands flying dramatically.

She shook her head. "Don't get offended, Carlos, I never show my song journal to anyone."

"So, you're writing a song." his question had been formed more so like a statement and Amelia nodded as scribbled down possible lyrics. "Is it about me?" Carlos wiggled his brows to show that he was simply joking.

"No. I'm finishing up an old one." the lie slipped so easily from Amelia's tongue, but she couldn't give him the truth. It would've seemed freaky and clingy, and they weren't anywhere close to that stage. "How does this sound?" she began humming up a melody, that had been stuck in her head all day.

Carlos couldn't help but stare at her with absolute astonishment as she was in her element. He knew she was talented, but seeing her create something beautiful out of scratch with such effortlessness, it blew his mind. "It sounds like it will be the most beautiful song." he breathed out, watching the blush rise to her cheeks as she looked down, scribbling in her notepad. "When do I get to listen to it?"

"When it's out." Amelia responded almost robotically, too indulged in her craft to care for the outside world.

Carlos huffed. "So, no special treatment for me. I see how it is." he said with faux offense and Amelia closed her journal to look at him with a smile.

"It's not that." she said. "I just don't like showing anyone my songs until I know they are one hundred percent perfect." As she admitted to her true reasoning, Carlos watched as she looked down sheepishly.

"Okay." was all he said, taking her hand in his and leaving a soft kiss on it. The remaining rest of the flight was spent in silence, but neither of them had felt awkward in it, rather enjoying the comfort it provided.

When they had landed, they were immediately escorted to a car that had driven them to Carlos' home that just outside of Madrid. The driver had parked in front of the house, the duo thanking him as they jumped out of the car. As Carlos had taken it in his hands to fetch their bags from the trunk, Amelia couldn't help but admire his beautiful house. "You've got a beautiful home, Carlos." she hummed, eyes never leaving the building.

"Thank you." he replied and she could feel his gaze burning into the side of her face, so she turned her head to meet his eyes, smiling warmly at him as he mimicked her movements. "Just to let you know, I do live with my family, but they're all on vacation in Mallorca, so it will be just the two of us." Carlos began explaining as they entered the inside of the house, which was as equally as beautiful as the exterior. "And my dog, Piñón. But I will go pick him up later today from a friend."

"You have a dog?" Amelia question, excitement evident in her voice.

Carlos chuckled. "Yes, I do. I have four in total, but I asked my family to leave me Piñón." he put their bags down, leading them into the living room. Immediately, Amelia had fallen in love with the design of the house. It had a modern rustic touch to it, that had somehow blended into a perfect harmony, making it feel like a warm, inviting home. "Do you have any animals?"

"I do! I have a dog. She's the absolute love of my life." Carlos couldn't help but smile at Amelia's excitement as she mentioned her dog. She continued to tell him more about her dog, which he had learned was a toy poodle named Rory. He stared at her, the way she talked so gleefully as she told him stories of her dog, her eyed shining like the brightest stars in the sky. "Oh, I miss her so much. My parents have been taking care of her for the past few months, while I was finishing up the North American leg of my tour."

Carlos hummed. "When are you going on tour again?"

"Mid-August." she replied with an exhausted sigh, her head dropping in her hands. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore what I do, but it can get so tiring traveling every two days, having to perform for over two hours. But you get that, don't you?"

"I do." Carlos replied. "Like I wouldn't change what I do for nothing in the world, but it can get a little too much at times."

Amelia nodded. "Exactly!" she agreed. "Like for example, when I leave from here, my label is expecting me to go all the way to LA to talk about the new album, that I haven't even started working on. I could've told them on the phone that I have nothing yet and they could've just let me relax for once."

"But weren't you writing a song on the plane?" Carlos wondered.

"I was, but one song doesn't make an album." she told him. "Usually, for each album I work on, I have written a little over 50 songs. Then when I present those to my label, we eliminate the shit ones, so that leaves us with around 30 songs, that we have to pick out from to make the best possible combination to put on the album."

Carlos nodded, processing the information Amelia had been telling him. "How do you even get inspiration to write all of these songs?" he asked, completely interested in a topic that had been so foreign to him.

"I don't know, but it's just something that has always felt natural to me. I would feel an emotion and I would draw from that, whether it comes in the form of a melody or a lyric. It's the only way I feel like I can truly express myself." Amelia explaining, playing with a loose string on her shirt as she did so. "You know, when I was a child," she began giggling as she told her story. "I had this phase where I would only make up songs when someone had asked me any sort of question. For example, my mom would ask me how school was and I would sing her an entire song about my day." Carlos laughed along with her as she finished her story.

"I think you're the most talented person I ever met." Carlos admitted and Amelia couldn't hide the blush, that formed on her cheeks, only managing to mutter out a sheepish 'thank you'. And there it was again, the melody she had been hearing in her head for the past two days, and she couldn't get rid of it as much as she tried.

"Hey," Amelia suddenly called out to him. "Do you by any chance have a guitar in the house?" Carlos shook his head 'no' and the singer fell back into her seat with a groan. "I just have the melody I showed you earlier stuck in my head, and it's annoying the shit out of me. It's itching me to play it."

Carlos hummed with a nod. "Why don't you come with me when I go to take Piñón? I can stop at a music shop for you and you can get a guitar." he suggested with a shrug, but Amelia squealed throwing her arms around him, catching him off-guard. He chuckled, but put his arms around her waist nonetheless. "Cariño, if I knew you would've reacted like that, I would've offered sooner." he joked as she pulled away from him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

"I would roll my eyes at you, but I'm just so happy right now!" Amelia exclaimed, the smile brightening on her face. "Can you show me one of the bathrooms? I want to get ready." They spent the next couple of minutes with Carlos showing her around the house, like he should've done in the first place, as well as showing her the guest room, that had its own bathroom. In total, it took Amelia fifteen minutes to get ready and when she came down, Carlos simply stared at her beauty, not being able to get enough of it. "What?" she questioned as his eyes did not part from her.

"Nothing, you just look beautiful." Carlos complimented, her cheeks getting red.

"I just refreshed my makeup, I don't think there's anything beautiful about that." Amelia joked with a giggle.

Carlos simply shook his head with a low chuckle. "Believe me, no matter what you do, I will still think you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He wasn't even trying to flirt with her when the words came out of his mouth, in his mind that was simply the truth. Amelia on the other hand, couldn't bring any words to come out of her mouth. She wasn't sure if he had just said that just to please her or if he actually meant it, but his compliment still held value to her. Not just because it was something to flatter her ego, but because it was him who had said it and that was enough for her, even if there was a possibility that it was a lie. Carlos noticed her silence, so he was the one to speak up. "Do you want to go?" Amelia only nodded and he placed his hand on her lower waist guiding her to his car. A simple touch that lit their entire bodies on fire.

Amelia shouldn't have been surprised when he lead them towards a Ferrari car, but she couldn't help to smirk back at him a little as he opened the door for her. "Nice ride you've got, Carlos."

"Only the best for you." Carlos said cockily, a smirk growing on his features. It was a cabriolet, so Amelia pulled out a head scarf and a pair of sunglasses from her bag, dressing herself with them. "So extra." he joked.

"Riding with style, baby." Amelia replied as the engine roared and they were off. Their first stop was at the music shop and as they walked in together, all eyes were immediately on them as they stuck out like sore thumbs. Neither of them paid attention to the hushed whispers and not-so discreet glances as they headed straight to the wide variety of guitars.

Carlos looked down at Amelia, who was inspecting every single guitar. "Do you know which one you will take?"

She simply shook her head. "Usually, when I go to buy a new guitar, I get drawn to it. But I don't see one . . ." Amelia's voice trailed as a shiny red classical guitar came into her view, her feet immediately taking her to it. She ran her fingers on the fretting board, feeling Carlos stand behind her.

"I think you found it." he said close to her ear, making her to turn to him with a wide smile and an excited nod. Carlos proceeded to call over one of the workers, telling him that they will take it. As the guitar was getting packed, the two of them walked around the store, the Spaniard letting out an excited squeal when his eyes spotted a vinyl of Amelia's last album. The woman in question looked at the vinyl, shaking her head with embarrassment as Carlos had pulled out his phone and recorded the vinyl, then pointing the camera at the singer. He switched the camera into selfie mode, grabbing the vinyl and showing it in the video. "The best album, so we are buying it!" In the back of the video, Amelia could be seen laughing awkwardly as she hid her face with her hand. Carlos saved the video into his camera roll, heading towards the cashier with Amelia in toll, chucking to herself.

The man working behind the counter looked at the singer with awe, completely starstruck at the sight of her. "Amelia, I want to take picture with you, please." he spoke in broken English and the brunette smiled kindly his way, getting closer to him as he had already pulled out his phone and pointed it at the two of them. "Thank you, thank you." he thanked her over and over again.

"No problem." Amelia replied with a smile. Once they had paid for their stuff, they had departed once more with the singer's complete surprise at how large the trunk of the Ferrari had actually been. It took them a fifteen minute drive to reach Carlos' friend's house and to get Piñón, who had immediately fallen in love with Amelia as did she with him. He was currently sitting on the floor of the passenger seat with his upper half on the brunette's legs as he had been to large to fit in the car. "Who's a good boy? Piñón is." she spoke in a high voice, petting him as he licked her hands.

"I think he likes you more than me." Carlos joked, looking over to the two of them.

Amelia chuckled. "I'm going to steal him from you when I leave." she told him, turning back to the dog and making kissing noises at it. "Yes, I will steal you from your dad. You're going to love Alaia, yes you are. Such a good boy." she baby talked to the wire-haired pointer, who tried to lick her face as Carlos sighed, shaking his hand and muttering something in Spanish under his breath.

Several hours later, the sun was long gone and the duo were sat outside on the patio, drinking wine. Carlos had snaked his arm around Amelia's shoulders, pulling her close as she had snuggled into his embrace with Piñón laying down on her lap. "You know what is strange?" the Spaniard spoke up quietly, receiving a hum of acknowledgment from the woman's side. "It's strange how I don't know you at all, but I also feel like I do. It's weird, I don't know." he placed a kiss on the top of her head, before she shifted in her seat, so that she could look up at him through her eyelashes.

"I feel the exact same way." she admitted. The next words that came out of her mouth, might've been a little too blunt for her liking, but she had blamed it on the good wine he had served her. "I want you to know me, Carlos. I want you to know everything there is to know about me— the good and the bad parts."

"I would like that very much." he replied, brushing the hair away from her face, their noses almost touching. It was then that they realized the close proximity that they were at, each one of them inching ever so closely to the other. Amelia could see the fear that mimicked her own in his gaze, they knew that everything would change if they just moved an inch closer, but were they ready for that? Were they ready to go on such a reckless path? A path where the slope was just so treacherous? She could see his eyes flicker to her lips as if to ask for a silent permission, and in that moment all rationality flew away from them, consequences be damned as Amelia took the matter into her own hands, pressing their lips together.

It started out slow. It was uncertain and cautious, each of them fearing to do something wrong. But when Amelia's hand had found it's way into Carlos' hair, pushing him closer to her, the kiss became full of hunger and devotion. They lost themselves in the other, not wanting to ever let go in case it had all just been a cruel glimpse of their imagination. It was that primal instinct that resided in all of us that awoke within them, a feeling so pure and vulnerable, that words could not contain it. She was the first to pull away for air, resting her forehead against his as he continued to steal a couple of pecks from her, before stopping to catch his own breath.

They met each other's gaze, each of them falling into a love-stricken giggle as they kept each other close. "I think you got your good luck kiss." she told him

"Hmm, I think I'm in need of some more luck." he hummed against her lips as he connected them once more. This time it felt so much more relaxed as they smiled in the kiss. Like the other time, Amelia pulled away first, pressing a quick peck to his lips one last time, before standing up with Piñón following her movements.

"I'm going to bed." Amelia announced, turning away from him as quick as she possibly could to hide her fully red face. She and the dog were gone as quick a lightning, leaving Carlos to chuckle to himself as he reminisced of what it had been just mere moments ago, and he knew one thing for sure . . . Amelia Peak was going to be the end of him.

The next morning Amelia woke up with a giant smile on her face; one that had stayed as she was in the shower, when she had decided to take Piñón on his morning walk, even while she cooked breakfast, but it definitely increased when she felt two arms snake around her waist from the back. "Good morning, cariño." Carlos whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek before pressing his head on her shoulder as he watched her flip over the final crepe.

Amelia turned around to face him, placing her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. "Hi." she greeted him, before placing a peck on his lips, pulling away from his embrace, much to Carlos' disappointment. She finished up the pancakes, taking the plate into her hands. "Can you grab us some plates and knives?" she requested from Carlos, who nodded and brought the dishes, following in her footsteps towards the dining room. Once they had sat down, a silence overtook them, clearly their minds on the inevitable topic.

"So,"

"About last night—" They started at the same time, each of them laughing awkwardly. "You go first." Carlos allowed her and she nodded.

Amelia sighed, before meeting his gaze. "All cards on the table, I really like you, Carlos. I want to have more moments like last night with you." Her heart thumped hard against her chest as she spoke those words, her hands playing with one another anxiously. When Carlos took a note of that, he took her hands in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.

"Good." he replied breaking out into a smile. "I feel the exact same way about you, Amelia, and I want to see where this can go."

"Okay." she grinned and he repeated after her, before smashing their lips together in a joyful manner. What a way to start the morning, Amelia thought. Once they had finally pulled apart, they had foolish smiles on their faces like infatuated teenagers, that remained for the rest of their breakfast. Currently, they were sitting on his couch with Amelia’s head on Carlos’ chest as he had wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. The singer was scrolling through her phone, finally checking the hundreds of messages and emails she had been ignoring for the past few days. “Did you know we were trending on Twitter the last couple of days?” she asked, a hint of amusement evident in her voice.

Carlos chuckled. “Were we?”

“Yes,” Amelia replied. “Hashtag Carmelia was number one on Monday. They were freaking out over our date in Monaco, then yesterday someone must’ve caught us when we were out, because there’s pictures of us and Piñón in the car. They’re actually adorable, look at them.” she proceeded to show him a picture of the three of them, Amelia petting Piñón, while Carlos stared at them lovingly. No wonder people were freaking out over them.

Carlos had opened his mouth as if to say something, but the ringing of his phone had stopped him as he stared down at the Caller I.D. with furrowed brows. “What?” his annoyed voice echoed as he put the phone on speaker, so Amelia could listen in.

“This is how you answer your phone now, mate? I’m fucking offended, alright, and it’s not even because of that!” Lando Norris’ voice spoke over the phone. “You go out with Amelia fucking Peak and I have to find out from Twitter, what can of a friend are you, Carlos? Amelia Peak, Britain’s national fucking treasure and you are dating her. Unbelievable.” Amelia giggled at conversation. “Is that her right now? Oh God, please don’t tell me she heard all of that.”

“I heard it.”

“Yeah, she heard it.” the two of them spoke at the same time. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you, Lando, I didn’t have the time to, but we are not really dating, we are, eh, trying it out.” Amelia nodded at his words, even though Lando couldn’t see her confirmation.

“Oh, okay . . . Can I talk to Amelia, please?” Carlos pulled a face at the question, before the woman in question pulled the phone away from his and turning off the speaker, so he couldn’t hear their conversation.

Carlos began protesting, but Amelia shushed him before speaking up. “Hello.”

“Oh my God . . . Hello, Amelia Peak. My name is Lando Norris, I’m a Formula One driver for McLaren, and I would like to apologize to you for hearing what I said to Carlos just before this. I’m a huge fan of yours and I would never try to disrespect you in any way.” he said all in one breath, which caused Amelia to chuckle lightly as she was pushing Carlos away with her foot, so he couldn’t listen in to their conversation.

“I know who you are, Lando. In fact, I am a big fan of your racing. And also you’re good, I find it quite funny, actually.”

“Wow, thank you, Amelia.” a hesitant silence followed. “Do you— Do you think you can maybe sign my CD sometime?”

She laughed. “Of course, Lando. But, now I’m going to give back the phone to Carlos, because he seems very keen to talk to you.” Amelia handed the phone back to Carlos, who snatched it from her hand and stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth.

“What did you say to her, eh cabrón? You say something bad about me, I am no longer your mate.” Carlos’ accent became more accentuated the more he talked. It was obvious he was only joking with his friend with Amelia finding the situation far too comical. She couldn’t hear what Lando was saying, but he was clearly trying to infuriate his former teammate, who let out a series of profanities his way, before hanging up the phone on him. “I’m sorry about him. He is my friend, but also a real stick up my ass sometimes. If he said something bad about me, I swear it’s not true!” he lifted his hands up as if to defend himself.

Amelia simply laughed, grabbing his hand in hers and placing a light kiss on it. “He said nothing bad about you. He just apologized and told me he is a big fan of mine, everything was good.”

“Oh.” Carlos replied, feeling quite stupid about jumping to conclusions so fast, but he didn’t want to take the risk of someone ruining what they had.

“But even if he did say something bad about you, I wouldn’t care. I told you I want you to know me as much as I want to know you, and that includes the bad parts too.” Amelia told him, before placing a kiss on his lips. “I’m all in.”

author’s note — a bit of an abrupt and rushed ending there, but i want to cover more of their time in madrid over the next chapter, so that’s why i had to end it there :/ ALSO, would u guys like a bonus social media chapter of the internet reacting to carlos and amelia?

taglist — @oyesmendes @starxqt @soleilgrec @ricciardosheart @ihearttheoriginals @sgkophie @lovingroscoee @dr3lover @freeloveandlight (let me know if i accidentally missed u or if u want to be added to the taglist)

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc x reader #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 #formula 1

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callmemana · 8 months

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Duckie & Cricket’s Midwestern Dumbassery: #25

[At a mission brief]

Leo: hey, I’ve got an idea-

Viper: no.

The Aviators:

Viper: oh, sorry, it’s a natural reaction. Please carry on LTJG. Wolfe.

Leo: so first we get some fuel in our jets-

Viper: Absolutely fucking not. Demerit.

Crick: *bursting into the room and slams door shut clearly panicked*

Duckie: oh god what did you do?!

Crick: nobody died!

Duckie: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT!

Tee: I have a question.

Duckie: yeah?

Tee: can a person breathe in a washing machine while it’s on?

Duckie:

Tee: obviously this is all hypothetical-

Duckie: WHERE is Cricket?

Leo: books are for nerds.

Duckie: *smacks Leo on the head with a book*

Leo: NOOOO!

Leo: MY HAIR!

Leo: DUCKIE WHHHYYYY

Leo: *sobs loudly* I LOOK LIKE TEE!!

Tee: HEY!

Leo: *sobs in corner*

Crick: *tries to slap Leo’s ass as he walks past by*

Crick: *misses, trips and falls*

Leo: *tries to catch Crick but overbalances*

Leo: *tries to hold a chair for support*

Chair: *breaks*

Leo: *falls on top of Crick*

Duckie: *watching* it’s like watching two animals do an out-of-sync and very destructive mating dance.

Pregnant Chloe: you think we have enough responsibility to bring a child into this bunch of people and raise it?

Tee: Chloe, your problem is, is that you still see us as those idiots we were at school, when we were young, stupid and mostly high. But look at us now!

Chloe:

Duckie:

Cricket:

Daisy:

Leo:

Duckie: Leo’s hair is shorter.

Teacher: Mr. Wolfe, Ms Pruitts, I know it seems worthless to even ask but, Did you spike the Snowball Dance punch?

Duckie: something goes wrong, you blame us…

Cricket: after all these years, where’s the trust?

[pause]

The Trio: yes, we did.

Crick: Duckie. Prince Charming loves you.

Duckie: yeah, I’ve heard.

Crick: so will you go out with him?

Duckie: of course not.

Crick: PLEASE, DUCKIE!!

Duckie: I’m not sorry.

Crick: you don’t understand what you’re doing!

Duckie: I’m saying no to going out with the most arrogant guy in town.

Crick: no, he’s holding my chocolates hostage until I get you to agree to date him. Duckie PLEASE!!

Whiskey: well, honestly my favorite chocolate is-

Leo: *puts a hand over her mouth* Whiskey no

[distant rumbling]

Daisy: you can’t just go around saying that word!

Chatter: she didn’t know Daze!

Daisy: but still!

[house shakes]

[Duckie & Tee walks in]

Duckie: ..she said it didn’t she?

Dragon: said what-

[door bursts open]

Crick: DID SOMEONE SAY CHOCOLATE?!

Leo: why did Wood search ‘pretty names for a baby girl’ ARE YOU PLANNING TO HAVE A BABY?

Duckie: not that I’m aware of no. Maybe I should ask him?

Duckie: *after a few minutes* no, but he said ‘we’re planning to have a niece’, so maybe you should ask yourself, are you having a baby?

Leo: am I having a baby?

Birdie’s Basket: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @tngrace

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2 @interstellarloneliness

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“you were talking about that table there being a little…bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.” For Reggie and Carrie?

When Carrie first moved out after college, she was hell bent on making it on her own. She had saved every penny from Dirty Candi gigs, and all her allowances through the years, so she was able to find a decently priced apartment in a not too terrible part of town.

The problem was that after putting down a deposit and stocking her fridge, she didn't have much in the way of funds to pay for furniture. So she took a part time job at a bookstore to help keep her housed and hopefully get herself more than whatever she brought from her house.

That's where she met Reggie who worked as a barista in the store's café. He always gave her an employee discount on her morning coffee, and if they got off at the same time, would always walk her to the bus stop. He proved himself sweet, funny, a good listener, and also downright cute. Carrie had developed a bit of crush on him, so sue her.

One day she was lamenting to him about her lack of furnishings, and he offered to take her to his favourite thrift stores that weekend. They had a great time, and Reggie even charmed the thrift store employee who worked there to give them a small discount, making Carrie giggle. They loaded the back of his truck, and though it was sweaty, exhausting work, soon Carrie had a couch, a coffee table, some lamps, and a decently sized bookshelf.

"There, much more homey," Reggie commented.

"Just needs some small touches. Maybe something to go on that table. Looks pretty bare right now."

"I'm sure you'll find something," Reggie said. He glanced at his watch and swore. "Shoot, I gotta jet. I have a night job to get to."

"When do you sleep?" Carrie asked.

"When I can," Reggie replied. "Usually during my breaks and in between shifts. I get Sundays off, so I'll spend most of tomorrow comatose. But I'll see you bright and early Monday, caramel macchiato at the ready."

"Thanks Reggie, you're a doll," Carrie said, pressing up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, loving how it made him blush. If he didn't have a shift to get to, Carrie would have loved to drag him back in to see how far down it went, but alas.

The next day Carrie was puttering around her place, placing her little figurines around, stocking her shelves with her meagre library. She was slightly ashamed by how few books she owed given her occupation, but it was books or food, and she knew which would win. Then there was a knock at her door, and she rushed to get it.

"Reggie!" Carrie exclaimed. "I thought you were sleeping today?"

Reggie bit off a smile, his cheeks pink with a blush. "Yeah, I was just heading home, and I brought you something. Figured I would drop it off on my way."

"You got me something?" Carrie asked, touched.

Reggie held out a small bouquet of bright pink roses. "You were talking about that table being... bare. So I got you some flowers to put in the space."

Carrie took the flowers in trembling hands, inhaling the sweet scent of them. "That's so sweet Reggie, thank you. I love them. Come in, I'll put them in some water. Do you want anything?"

"Nah, I probably should get going so I can catch some z's," Reggie replied, though there was a tinge of regret in his voice.

"What if you had a nap here? You can take my bed, and when you wake up, maybe we could catch a movie together?" Carrie suggested.

"Oh I couldn't-"

"Please, I'll worry about you falling asleep on the way home. I'll even throw in a pizza later," Carrie pleaded.

"Okay," Reggie relented, not wanting to admit that he had dreamed of asking her out for ages now. Carrie showed him to her bed, the sheets freshly cleaned and soft. Reggie pulled off his jeans, blushing at his Star Wars boxers, but Carrie just giggled, pushing him into the bed and tucking him in.

"Sweet dreams," she whispered, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

"I think I'm already in one," Reggie replied before letting himself drift off into z deep sleep. And when he awoke hours later, Carrie may have been tucked under his arm, also sleeping. He grinned, pulling her in closer and went back to sleep. The movie and pizza could wait, this right here was the real dream come true.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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winter-literature · 1 year

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Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 52

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.

Chapter Summary:

A battle occurs leaving the team with bittersweet sentiments.

Chapter Song (included in body below) - Look What You've Done by Jet

“What’s the word, M’Lady?” Chat asked over their communication system.

“Seems pretty cut and dry, Chaton. Looks like we have an elementary kid mad he didn’t win the basketball game. I think the Akuma is in the participation medal.” Ladybug scoffed at the irony.

The Akumatized Citizen noted Ladybug and Chat Noir’s presence. Turning towards them, the villain shot basketballs towards them. A ball narrowly avoided Chat’s fingers, rebounding off the satellite dish behind him. The satellite dish disappeared with a whoosh.

“Uh, I’m going to guess they’re replicating Barkk’s power.” His claw extended to where the satellite dish had been.

“For crying out loud, it didn’t work out for them last time, why did they think it would make a difference now?” Ladybug complained.

Freezing, Chat realised why. Felix had been playing dirty ever since he refused to turn on Ladybug. This Akuma had two goals: to get their Miraculous’ and a form of a psychological attack. Felix had chosen Belle for Adrien; and if he couldn’t find another Belle, he would at least make him relive the guilt. If Chat wasn’t going to join him, he was going to break him. Chat’s claws dug into his palm, I’m not going to let him win.

Another slew of balls were pitched towards the team. As everyone leaped to hide, Ladybug screamed, “Everyone, be on high alert, don’t let the balls touch you!”

*Lucky Charm!*

She held her arms out from her crouched position behind a chimney to catch a red ball with black spots that fell from the sky.

Chat kept bouncing from roof to roof, nowhere seeming safe. On one of his airborne cartwheels he caught sight of a pensive Ladybug holding her Charm.

“Seriously? Like there aren’t enough balls!”

“Okay, I think I’ve got a plan!” Ladybug pulled the necklace out of her Yo-Yo, enacting her plan inspired by the Lucky Charm. “Two can play at this game. Barkk and Tikki, unite!”

Within moments, a feline themed Ladybug stood on the roof.

“Looking fluff-tastic Bugaboo!” Chat grinned at Ladybug’s union of the Miraculous, bouncing her own ball in her palm.

Ignoring his comment, she started relaying orders. “All right split into the standard teams, one on citizen protection, the others as backup!”

As the team started to split, Chat tilted his head at the citizen. Not only were they replicating the power, but they had a necklace that looked nearly identical. Had Felix put it there to throw them off? Or did the kid already wear one before? It certainly added a twist to their previous assumption of the Akuma’s location.

“M’Lady, am I barking mad, or is she wearing the identical necklace?” Chat rested his baton over his shoulder.

Blinking, she turned over. She was in fact wearing the same necklace. “Do you think that, that’s -,”

They simultaneously finished the sentence together, “where the Akuma actually is.”

“Should we still go for the medal just in case?” Carapace asked over the communicators.

Even after all these years of joining the team, no one could quite reach the level of unspoken understanding of Chat and Ladybug, except for Viperion of course. Neither of them bothered answering because it made more sense to go after the necklace first. The metal was built into the boy’s costume, so it would be more difficult to get to; if they used Barkk’s power on it they might accidentally bring the whole boy over. The best solution was to try the necklace first, then they’d go after the medal.

Carapace had barely finished his question’s breath by the time Ladybug had fetched the necklace. Chat intercepted its path with an open palm, inkling black from his classic cataclysm. The piece crumbled in his hand, releasing a purple butterfly.

“So glad we were here to help with that super intensive mission.” Purple Tigress muttered to Pigella. The fact that they were barely needed anymore was easier to palate when Viperion was there, without him, it was just watching a show of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“Man - it’s starting to feel just like old times!” Carapace beamed towards Rena, who bit her lip in silent thought.

It did seem like the old days, but she knew something was awry. The man behind the curtain, if you will. Chat and Ladybug were starting to get along again, but she knew that was not going to last.

The lead duo shook their heads as purple ink started to bubble off the child. He was terrified.

“I can’t believe anyone would go after kids.” Chat spat before bounding down to the trembling child.

The child did not seem to acknowledge his presence, so he sat on the cement before the boy.

“Hey, my name’s Chat Noir.” Chat tilted his head as he lowered it, hoping to see the face that was so caught in terror.

The boy slightly lifted his face. He didn’t understand what had happened to him; he was just with his mother and now he was in a crowd of people staring at him and taking pictures. “I want my Mommy!”

Chat’s heart broke as he saw the youth emanate from the child, he couldn’t have been any older than six. “What’s your Mom’s name? We will do everything we can to help you find her.”

The soothing tone helped the boy to further break his balled up pose. “He-her name is-is-is Marie,” hazel eyes met Chat’s.

Chat went to stretch out his hand, but the boy recoiled from his touch. Changing his approach, Chat simply sat beside him on the ground. “I understand, I also don’t like people coming too close before I know them very well.”

The boy nodded his head, his long chestnut ponytail running up and down against the back of his shirt as he did. Through his peripherals, Chat watched as Carapace relayed the information about the missing boy.

“What’s your name?” Chat warmly smiled towards him.

“Marc.” Marc replied before closing back up into a ball.

“I have a friend named Marc!” Chat exclaimed. “He is a very strong and smart person, I didn’t know that all Marc’s were smart and strong.” Chat shifted his shoulder towards Marc to indicate he was referring to him, while still ensuring he would not get close enough to break the bubble of safety around the boy.

“Sometimes… I don’t really like the name Marc.” The boy was still speaking from his shelter, but was clearly starting to remove his armour.

“I don’t like my name sometimes and I got to pick it out myself!” He held his paw against his chest. “What makes you not like your name?”

“I think it makes my Mommy sad.” Marc’s elbows started to shake from how hard he held his legs together.

The reason for the Akumatization was starting to become clear. There was a deeper sorrow within this child. He wanted to make his pain disappear and, Chat assumed, Wish Maker promised he would be given the ability to take the sorrow away from his mother’s heart.

Chat’s ears partially drooped as he replied. “Why do you think that?”

“Because my Daddy had the same name and now - now -,” Marc burst into tears of bereavement.

“You know what Marc?” Chat lowered to a hushed tone so that the other holders would not be able to hear him. “I think it’s okay to be sad sometimes. I lost my Mom and I miss her lots. She always loved to play the piano. And whenever I hear a piano melody, or play one myself, it always makes me a little sad.”

As he continued his thoughts he returned to a normal volume, half lost in thought, half because the threat of exposing himself had lessened. “But, that sadness means a lot to me. I’m sad because she’s gone, but I love that I have something so special to me that reminds me of her. I think… Maybe it’s like that with your Mom? She misses your Dad and you might remind her of him. Anytime that it makes her sad, I know she’s a hundred times more grateful that you’re there. That not only is she so lucky to have a kind boy like yourself, but that she has someone who can help remind her of how amazing your Dad was.”

“You… You think so?” Marc lowered his legs.

“Absolutely. You have far too big of a heart for anyone to look at you and just feel sad.’’ Chat nodded to prove his point.

“Do… do you promise?” Marc held out a quivering pinky.

Eagerly, Chat wrapped his claw around the boy’s pinky. “Pinky Promise.”

“I miss him a lot, too.” Marc shifted his weight to lean against Chat.

“What did the two of you do for fun?” The edge’s of Chat’s lips were pulled up by the boy’s increased level of comfort.

“We used to draw, like - A LOT!” Marc started to grin. “He loved chalk-pastels. He said the messier the better.”

A woman lowered herself to sit beside Marc. She gave Chat a squeeze on the shoulder to thank him. Through her sniffles she spoke to Marc, “Do you remember when your Dad drew a picture of the neighbour's dog?”

Marc burst out laughing, “He - he looked like a dragon!”

“He really did, didn’t he? Your new friend here is right.” The woman pointed her nose towards Chat. “You do remind me of your Dad, in the best, most amazing ways. You will always be your own person, but I also love it when that little bit of your Dad shines through.”

“Do you two need a lift home?” Chat spoke towards both of them.

“We’re okay, I have my car just around the corner.” The woman wrapped her arm tight around Marc.

“Okay - just - wait two minutes! I’ll be right back!” Chat pounced to his feet and bolted down the street.

“Oh, isn’t he so sweet?” Ladybug pouted at how cute Chat was talking to Marc.

Purple Tigress nodded with a sigh. Adrien Agreste may be many things, but he always had to be a pain in her ass by proving he had an undeniable bleeding heart.

“I can’t believe Felix would do that to a kid!” Ladybug’s face nearly turned the same shade of her suit. With a sudden burst of rage, Ladybug jumped to the top of a roof. If Chat was going to come in as the final hero, she was at least going to have her moment.

“FELIX!” She screamed with her hands behind her. “FELIX, YOU BASTARD! WHY DON’T YOU COME FACE US YOURSELF INSTEAD OF ATTACKING KIDS? GET OUT HERE AND ACT LIKE A MAN!”

Sprinting back down the street, Chat tried to ignore the clamour that started around him. It was normal for there to be an aftershock of excitement after an Akuma battle. When he got to the street, people were crowded around the base of a house. Marc’s mother had picked him up and held the koala’ed boy close to her.

“FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID SPOTS!” Felix’s voice caught Chat’s attention.

Chat’s jaw dropped as Felix continued his thrashing swearing against Ladybug. He had only ran down the block - how did the team manage to get him so quickly? In his shocked state, he nearly fumbled the art supplies he held in his hands. Without taking his focus off the commotion, he set down the art supplies by Marc and his mother.

Slamming his baton against the street, the other holders parted so Chat could easily walk through. They were scared to stand up to Lady-bug, but they all knew she was taking it too far.

Ladybug had her Yo-Yo string tied around his wrists as he writhed against the harsh texture of the roof. “Where’s the Miraculous? WHERE IS IT?” Ladybug screamed in his face.

Felix kept laughing as she slammed his face against the roof. The moment he felt that tug, the Miraculous was in Lila’s hands.

“Ladybug! Enough! Look around you.” Chat motioned to the circle that the other holders had created. “We have him. You don’t need to berate him like that!”

“Go back down to the street, Chat.” Ladybug snarled back to him.

Against his better judgement, Chat descended from the roof, helplessly observing from afar.

“Chat’s right! The police van is just below, let’s get him in there.” Rena stood in front of Ladybug, who was wringing her foot into Felix’s back.

“It’s a trick! Why would he come here so easily?” Ladybug pushed harder on Felix, causing him to wheeze.

A trail of ruby dripped from Felix’s mouth as his laughter became maniacal. “Guess I was just feeling really bad about the things I did. What do you say Ladybug? Kiss and make-up?”

Felix thought it was hilarious. She’d had the rings for so long and still knew next to nothing about them.

Frustrated, Ladybug started pushing harder into him. Euphoria, dopamine, adrenaline, and rage coursed through her veins. She wanted to snap his neck right there. She could imagine how it would feel cracking under her control.

Rena tapped Carapace, who nodded without being told what to do. A bright green Shell-Ter separated Ladybug from Felix. “He deserves the same judicial process as anyone. The moment you take his life, no one will trust any of us.”

Helicopters were circling the scene, cameras pointing directly at her face. Rage pounded through her face, how could no one else want this? He deserved it! She picked up the bleeding man and threw him at Carapace.

In unison, the team descended from the roof, except for Ladybug. The cameras continued to point at her. The entire team was disappointed in her. Not wanting to endure any of the backlash, she fled from the roof. If they were so confident they could handle it themselves.

Chat stood by the police van waiting for Felix. He didn’t want to risk any last-minute escape. To his surprise, Felix raised his eyebrows towards him and shot him a blood stained grin. “Good Kitty, always listening to Mommy.”

The officer shoved him into the police van. Carapace pointed to the van before he got in, to which Chat nodded in approval. If anything was going to happen within that van, Carapace was the best holder for the job.

Pressing the button for his communicator, he spoke to everyone. “It is the choice of any holder who would like to escort Felix to prison or not. Please understand that we would only be there as additional security in the event that he does still hold his Miraculous.”

The least surprising moment of the day was the fact that every holder there was already tailing the vehicle.

“That was too easy.” Ryuko shook her head as Felix was booked.

“I mean, take the wins where we can get them, right?” Carapace shrugged, even though he agreed. They’d fought this man relentlessly for three years and all Ladybug did was shout at him.

“Do you think Ladybug’s power evolved again, finally?” Pigella tried to justify the win.

Rena shook her head, “That’s not the power of creation.”

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crinkled-emotions · 1 year

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No. 10 please and thank you ❤

10. "We can take a break if you feel unwell. How does that sound?"

I altered it a little bit and it’s not super sickfic-y either, but it’s still there!

This weekend has been a little (lot) hectic lmao. If I haven’t responded to a DM I’m 100% not just avoiding you I’ve been driving a lot the past 48 hours and before that I was acting senior banker at work and it was chaos. So not the vibe.

It’s short but, y’know, that’s generally the vibe with these.

Anyway! On to the fic where Rooster and Hangman are idiots and Maverick and Bob use their common sense.

"Guys, this seems like a really bad idea. We just had, like, a lot of pizza. And ice cream. And pizza. Did I mention pizza?”

“Chill out, Daderick, it’s a roller coaster. We’ve all flown planes on full stomachs and never had issues.”

Hangman dismissed Maverick’s concerns, tossing the stick from his cotton candy into a bin. Bob passed over the last bits of his to Phoenix and she finished it, nudging his side.

Somehow the team had ended up at the local fair, Cyclone under the belief they were doing drills in the simulation suite but Maverick had broken them out to do some team bonding. He was pretty certain he’d get a phone call to be yelled at any minute now. They’d all eaten their weight in fatty fair food and no one was regretting it until Hangman pointed out a rollercoaster and dared everyone to ride it. As per usual with those two, the second Hangman said the dare Rooster was game, Phoenix called him an idiot, Payback was down, then because Payback was going on it Fanboy was hesitant, and then Bob had quietly requested to stay on the ground but no one really picked on him for it. Coyote watched the whole thing go down then went and bought tickets for the team, calling it Dagger Solidarity (tm). Essentially, the first one to puke was going to be relentlessly teased forever.

Maverick had been a hard no on the rollercoaster, firmly leaving his feet on the ground. He claimed it was the first time he was happy to stay on the ground. The others were so surprised they respected his decision then passed over their hats, passes, phones and wallets for him to hold for them. While the others lined up Bob stuck to Maverick’s side.

“This sounds like a really bad idea,” Phoenix whispered to Rooster in passing. Rooster waved her off.

“Bagman’s right, we all fly jets on a full stomach. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?”

She rolled her eyes.

Men.

“They’re all idiots. I swear to god, if someone throws up I’m going to make Jake do 300 push ups.”

“That seems like a bad idea after all the sugar, sir,” Bob replied. Maverick snorted, hand on Bob’s shoulder.

“Good call, kid. I’ll make him do 400 tomorrow.”

The two of them watched the others load on to the roller coaster. Hangman and Rooster sat together, followed by Phoenix and Coyote, then Fanboy and Payback. Bob waved at them as they all got buckled up, leaning over to Maverick.

“This is gonna be interesting. I feel like Rooster’s gonna get two seconds in and puke everywhere.”

“No way, Hangman’s gonna lose it the second the ride starts. Roo has a stomach of steel.”

Maverick and Bob exchanged a look, both bursting out laughing.

“Sir, all due respect, that’s a lie.”

“I think I said it just to convince myself.”

“Yeah, well, I think we all remember last week.”

The second the ride was over Hangman frantically shoved at the bar across his and Rooster’s hips, trying to get off the ride as soon as he could. The attendant released them and Rooster leaned over the railing, grimacing as he tried to stop himself from getting sick. Hangman stifled a gag himself, one hand on Rooster’s back.

“C’mon man, we gotta go find Mav.”

“I literally cannot move. The world is spinning.”

“We can stop if you’re gonna hurl again. Okay?”

“Oh god, just leave me here to die.”

“That’s dramatic. C’mon.”

Payback hooked one of Rooster’s arms over his shoulders, Fanboy behind and ready to catch at any point. Hangman burped, low in his throat, then his eyes widened as he covered his mouth.

“He’s gonna blow,” Coyote said, reaching for Jake’s shoulder to hold him steady. Together they all managed to make their way down to the ground, stopping when Rooster and Hangman looked ready to blow chunks (but never did). By the time they got back to Maverick and Bob, Phoenix had managed to get some colour back to her own face and Fanboy didn’t look so dizzy. Rooster was pretty much back to normal by the time Maverick opened his mouth to give him shit, but Hangman beelined for the nearest bin. Everyone grimaced.

“I hate to say it,” Phoenix said as she went over to rub his back, “but I think that’s karma.”

“Wow, rude,” Hangman replied.

His head was still in the bin and he was swallowing like his life depended on it. Maverick took one look at his team and blinked.

“Hey, Jake? You good?”

He got the thumbs up in response.

Phoenix gave the thumbs down and mimed throwing up. Payback winced, looking a little unwell himself.

“Oh man, maybe it was the pizza.”

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #sickfic #this was shit lmao

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h0tchner · 3 years

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Something More (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: Written as a request for the loml, Abby! (@heliotropehotch!) "Could I have a hotch x reader request thats got a love confession- maybe a hurt comfort scene where the reader is maybe torn up about something like self deprecation or some cop makes an off-handed compliment and he cups her cheeks and wipes the tears away? Pretty please 🥺"

word count: 3.2k

includes: love confessions! hurt/comfort, protective!hotch, mutual pining!!!, kissing, a little teaser of sexytimes, work tension, BAU!reader, crying and other emotions, rude af deputies, fluff soooo much fluff

rating: 18+ (cursing, crude nicknames, suggestive sexual mentions, and brief explicit sexual content at the very end)

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! I hope you love this one! If you want a smutty part two, let me know. PLS (!!!!!) interact if you liked this fic; rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

some pals tags: @arsonhotchner @laurensprentiss @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie

“It’s time to give the profile,” Hotch announces.

Six words. One sentence. Zero hesitation.

“Go and gather everybody in the bullpen,” he directs Spencer, who nods and quietly exits the conference room to collect your team and the rest of the Sherrif’s department of this small, Wisconsin town.

You stand on the opposite side of the table from your boss, looking at him expectantly. Hotch meets your gaze. His tongue darts out from between his lips as he glares at you from beneath thick lashes. You wait for your instructions, but the instructions don’t come. Rather, you both stand there in a staring contest, unmoving.

You can’t help but feel bare under his scrutiny, but this feeling is nothing new. Every time Hotch looks at you, it feels as if every fibre of your being is on fire. It’s been this way since the very first day you started with the BAU, and, over time, the flame has only burned brighter.

You and Hotch have grown close over the two years you’ve been with the team: closer than he’s been with any of his other agents, even Rossi. It all started with one long night spent together in his office, sharing cold Chinese food, scribbling away at mountains of paperwork. It was then, sitting across the desk from him, laughing at his incredulous reaction when he dropped some Lo Mein on an After-Action Report, that you knew: you were in deep. From then on, your Chinese food office “dates” became a regular occurrence. And then, those regular occurrences transformed into other regular occurrences; to name a few: rides on the jet, side by side, sharing soft glances and tired smiles after hard cases… holding hands to comfort each other when emotionally vulnerable… and even bringing you your favourite coffee on mornings that you’ve needed an extra boost. All these little moments of kindness and care are what made you fall in love with him. You would cross the line from coworkers to more in a heartbeat if you knew for certain that he felt the same way about you. But you refuse to take a risk on losing what you currently have with Hotch for the chance at something more.

The way that Hotch looks at you now, tall and commanding, feels very much like something more… it’s incredibly intimate. He’s effectively stripped away all the layers of protection you’ve built up to do your job with one pointed glance. What you don’t know is that he too feeling the same way, and is toeing a line between being your boss, being your friend, and being your “something more.”

Hotch breathes out hard through his nose. You watch as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he does. His jaw ticks. He shifts on his feet.

“I want you to sit this one out,” he says.

“Hotch?” You question, puzzled. Nothing about this day has prepared you for him to say that. You start racking your brain, trying to figure out why he would give you such a ridiculous order. Did you piss him off somehow? Did you play-flirt with Morgan too much in the car? Overlook an important lead? Did he not like the coffee you made him this morning?

Looking over at him, you swear he almost looks conflicted… but it doesn’t last.

“This is not up for debate. Do you understand me? You’re sitting this one out.” He repeats, steadfast.

“I don’t understand, what did I do wrong?” You ask more defensively this time, wishing he would give you more information. Something, anything besides the “SSA Aaron Hotchner” routine he was pulling on you now.

“I never said you did anything wrong.” Hotch moves forward a step, finally breaking eye contact, opting to gather files and loose papers into his arms.

“So, then what it is?” You cross your arms, stepping forwards as well, challenging him with your posture.

He doesn’t respond, nor does he look at you. Instead, he lumps more files into his arms before rounding the table, moving swiftly toward the door.

You have never, ever disobeyed one of his orders because his orders have always made sense… until now.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, your stubborn feet moving to stand between him and the exit before your logical brain can stop you.

He’s practically up against you, cornering you between his solid body and the old wooden door. His height dominates your shorter frame, and the heat coming off his body is positively criminal. Your heart flutters in your chest as he stares you down, calculating his next move.

“Out of my way, Agent Y/L/N.” He breathes out, tensing his jaw.

“Fine,” you stutter, “just tell me why and then I’ll let you go.” Your confidence wavers as you’re a little taken aback by his official use of your title and last name.

You’re hurt, confused… and he knows this. No matter how hard you’re putting on your tough-girl FBI face, Hotch can see right through it. He knows this order is unjustified, but he has his own reasons: reasons that he can’t get into. Not now.

Hotch lets his eyes dart to the side, past your head, not daring to look you in the eyes. He wills himself to be gentle.

“I can’t tell you, but I need you to trust me. Sit this one out.” He verbalizes, looking at you a little softer now. His face relaxes a little more into the Hotchner you’ve come to know: the one who calls his son every night to read a bedtime story, the one who grins every time you beat him in chess.

You two stand there a moment longer, your heart racing from the heat of the quarrel and your current proximity to your Unit Chief.

Hotch opens his mouth to say something else, but a knock on the door behind you stops him in his tracks. You step aside and he whips open the door; a very apologetic Spencer stands behind it.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Spencer says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “but everyone is ready in the bullpen.”

“Thank you,” Hotch nods, stepping forward to leave, but you grab a hold of his arm.

“Hotch,” you begin, not entirely sure what you want to say.

“Later,” he answers, finishing the unspoken thought.

With that, he’s out the door and you’re left alone with only stale coffee and a bunch of disorganized files to keep you company.

You close the door behind them with a sigh, letting yourself rest against it again, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat. Three days on this case. Three days of hard work, interviews, and research just to get benched in the end zone. You wish that you didn’t love Hotch, because maybe if you didn’t, it would be easier to disobey him. Opening your eyes again, you scan the quiet room. Then, something in front of you catches your eye and you get an idea.

On the table rests one of the precinct’s phones. It is all too easy to use the conference feature to listen in on one of the other phone lines: specifically, one in the bullpen.

You grin and rush over to the device, feeling a little bit sheepish for not listening to Hotch, but you push the buttons anyway, and bring the receiver up to your ear.

At first, all you hear is the shuffling of papers and muffled voices. You take a seat, leaning back in your chair like the cat who caught the canary. Several more moments pass of bureaucratic white noise, but then, someone speaks.

“Where’s the slutty one?” A male voice whispers.

“Oh, Agent Y/N? Probably on her knees somewhere waiting for her boss to come back.” A second male voice snickers back, matching the volume of the first.

You gasp, the phone slipping out of your hand, landing on the table with a loud thunk.

Scrambling, you grab it again, your other hand coming to rest over your open mouth.

“Don’t know why he wouldn’t let us use her as bait. This whole case could’ve been wrapped up and done by now if we just stuck her in a skimpy dress and shoved her out on the street.” One of them muses.

“Obviously because he’s sleeping with her.” The other mutters. “Agent Hotchner looked like he was going to take your head off when you asked him about it. Thought he was going to deck you for suggesting disguising her as a hooker to lure this guy out.”

“Yeah, he did. She looks like the victims, though. Bet she’s a whore like them too.”

“Deputies, we’re starting.” You hear a third voice pipe up. This time it’s one you recognize: it’s Hotch. “This is your final warning. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the rest of the day. Not only is this wildly inappropriate, but it is insulting and vile. If I hear either of you speak about, look at, or interact with Agent Y/N, I will make sure you are both charged with harassment and fired from this department. Is that clear?”

With that, your eyes nearly pop out of your head. The deputies mumble something back, but you can’t hear over the sound of papers rustling.

Stunned, you set the phone back in its holder and force air into your lungs.

Waves of thoughts come crashing down on you. You have so many questions and so many answers and it’s all just… too much.

Suddenly, you know that you need to be anywhere but here.

You stand, shoving the chair aside and burst out of the conference room, fuming. You power-walk down the hall, and past the bullpen, focused on getting yourself outside and into the fresh air. Understandably, you don’t look up as you pass the profile briefing, so you don’t see Hotch’s brow furrow at the sight of you. You also don’t see him hand his papers to JJ, excuse himself, and race to follow you out the front door.

Once you’re outside in the parking lot, you look up at the cloudy, grey sky, and the tears start to fall. You feel guilty and angry; part of you wants to run away and cry, but the other part of you wants to walk straight up to those men and kick them straight in the dick. They not only called you vile names, but they also called the victims – those poor, dead women – the same. You sniffle, thinking about how Hotch stepped in and protected you, stood up for you.

Hotch… the thought of him makes you cry a little harder.

You start to pace around, kicking gravel as you went.

Were you that obvious? Was your crush so rampant that two low-level deputies in the middle of nowheresville picked up that easily on how you really felt about your boss?

“Fuck you two,” you curse under your breath to nobody as you choke back sobs. You kick a large piece of gravel as hard and as far as you can, but it doesn’t help.

“Are you okay?” A voice prods from behind you, gently, hesitantly, as if not to spook you. It’s a curt baritone, laced with concern. It’s Hotch.

“Hotch,” you breathe, turning to face him, furiously wiping tears away from your eyes.

“What happened?” He frowns, stepping closer to you, a comforting hand reaching forward to take yours.

Any other day you would grasp it contently, letting him console you. Today? All you can hear are the deputy’s comments. Sleeping with her. Whore. On her knees. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, so, you involuntarily step back.

“It’s nothing,” you put your hands up, looking down at your feet.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, his heart pounding in his chest.

You look back up, locking on his beautiful, angular face. You see every feature clouded in a haze of sorrow and concern.

You know you must swallow your pain and try to get it out. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

“You… they… I…” you begin, but never finish your sentence. Instead, you start to cry again.

Wordlessly, Hotch moves to cup your face in his hands. They’re large and slightly calloused, encasing your cheeks as his thumbs gently swipe away the tears. His soft eyes search your watery ones; despite your better instinct, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest. You feel his breathing hitch. One of his hands moves from your face to cover your smaller hand against his chest. The two of you stay there, just like that, for another handful of heartbeats. You focus on his hands and how warm and safe they make you feel. Soon enough, you stop crying and gather the courage to speak.

“I heard them.” You whisper, not trusting yourself to say another word. You know that Hotch knows exactly who “them” is, and exactly what it is that you’ve heard.

His brow creases and his hand grips yours tighter. He cleans another tear off your cheek, and then lets that hand down to ball in a fist at his side.

“I’m going to kill them.” Hotch states, furious and heartbroken.

“Me first.” You sniffle.

Your boss sighs, giving you a heartfelt look. Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this.

“I told them this morning that if I ever heard them say another thing about you, I was going to have their badges. I should’ve kicked them off this case hours ago.” He huffs, closing his eyes, letting his other hand, the one that was covering yours, drop down to his side.

You know this look all too well. You know he’s blaming himself.

“It’s not your fault,” you offer, smoothing your hands over his chest to settle on his upper arms. “Hotch, look at me.”

He doesn’t at first, but eventually, he opens his eyes. His hands open and close at his sides, as if he’s fighting them to be still.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes out. “For everything. For handling this how I did.”

“I’m not.” You chime in, feeling braver, calmer now that you’re here with him. Your comment earns a quizzical glance and a slight head tilt from Hotch, urging you to go on. “You stood up for me. You honoured me. You respected me. You protected me. You –“

With a fierce momentum, your next sentence is swallowed by Hotch’s lips pressing into yours. His hands come up to rest on your hips, and then circle around your waist to pull you closer. He’s warm and soft and intense; you whimper into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on the back of his neck and card in his hair. The kiss is over far too soon for your liking, both of you needing to pull back and inhale.

Hotch looks at you with heavy eyes, hands gripping your hips. He smells like coffee and pine, with a hint of something spicier. Everything about him is overwhelming yet grounding.

“Finally,” you whisper, hands clasped around his neck. “It’s about damn time.”

“It is,” is all he musters, still dazed by the audacity of his own actions.

“Aaron?” You lick your lips, feeling his hands squeeze you tight at your use of his first name.

“Yeah?” He can’t help but start to smile, showing off his adorable dimples and crinkled lines around his eyes.

“I love you; do you know that?” You say in earnest.

Aaron giggles, giggles at your confession, and then attacks your lips again, making you yelp at the surprise. His lips detach from yours only to pepper kisses on your tear-stained cheeks, jaw, and forehead.

“I love you too,” he breathes out, giddier than you’ve ever seen him. He looks like a kid in a candy shop, and it makes your heart leap into your throat.

Just then, a car beeps on the road, startling you two. You’re suddenly reminded where you are, and why you’re here. The thought of having to go back inside makes you groan, and you bury your head into his chest for a moment. He hums into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself off his chest to look up at him.

“Forget about them,” you say, “go finish giving the profile so we can close this case and get the hell out of this town so you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” You smile at him, pulling him in for another, lighter kiss.

He grins against your lips, meeting you for another smooch.

“Yes ma’am,” Hotch replies, giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

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Three months later, you and Aaron are coming down from your highs, sweaty and blissed-out after an amazing lovemaking session. After the team wrapped up the case and made it back to Virginia in one piece, you and Hotch went out to dinner the next night. He took you to dine in at the Chinese restaurant that you both usually ordered from on those nights you both spent pining and yearning in his office. It was… perfect. He was perfect. Just as your friendship had blossomed, so did your relationship. One date led to another, one gesture turned into more, and you and Aaron settled into life as a couple with ease. You hadn’t brought up the incident with the deputies since it had happened the afternoon that Hotch had followed you out to the parking lot to wipe away your tears.

Now, as you lay in his arms, wrapped in his strong, loving, embrace, your mind wanders back to their words. However, you don’t feel animosity toward them, rather it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny hot stuff?” Aaron cracks open an eye and smiles down at you. One arm is tucked underneath his head, and the other is tracing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Oh, just that case we had in Wisconsin a few months back.” You nuzzle deeper into his chest with another laugh.

Hotch frowns, recalling the memory, thinking about the way those awful men spoke about you.

“How is that funny?” He asks, hesitantly.

“They called me a whore.” You say nonchalantly, peering innocently into his amber eyes. You bring your palm up to swipe across his cheek softly, feeling the light stubble of his jaw underneath your fingertips.

Both of his eyes are open now, and his hand motions cease their patterns on your skin. He’s confused, and the face he’s giving you is downright adorable. It makes you giggle again.

You detach yourself from his grasp and sit yourself up, carefully shimmying down the bed. Aaron’s eyes never leave you.

You nestle yourself between his legs and look up at him with a smirk.

“They were partially right.” You offer, studying the small changes in his face, watching as his eyes glaze over with lust for the second time that night.

“I am a whore.” You pout suggestively and flutter your eyelashes. “A whore for you, Hotch.”

He shakes his head at you in amusement and chuckles, but it quickly turns into a deep, throaty moan as you wrap your lips around the tip of him.

As you start to bob your head on his already hardening length, you think to yourself: as much as I hate to say it... someone should really give those two deputies a raise.

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illegal-spiegel · 3 years

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the boys reaction to you being a virgin

Genre: smut, fluff?

Warnings: None? Idk vague leading to smut at the end

Spike Spiegel:

mans hasn’t been a virgin in many, many years

I mean just look at him he’s so fucking sexy I swear to god-

he has a pretty high libido but with him being on the Bebop, he can’t exactly get laid whenever he wants

mans jerks off a lot, change my mind

it doesn’t help that he’s now afraid of commitment (thanks for that Julia)

sigh, man is too stubborn and his dick is suffering the consequences 😔👊 (put F in the chat for his dick. RIP)

so, when you come onto the Bebop, all hell breaks loose <3

mans is too pent up, he can’t help it if you occasionally pop into his mind when he’s touching himself

he’ll still act like himself towards you just like he does with the others, but now

his hand is staying a little too long on your back when he passes by you

he’ll drape his arm on the couch behind you while watching Big Shot, his hand coming to rub your shoulder sometimes or twirling your hair

when on a mission, he’ll lean forward enough to where you can smell the mint he ate on the Swordfish

after weeks of lowkey flirting with you and making you flustered every two seconds, he finally can’t take it anymore

he eventually just corners you in your room one day, bringing his body close to yours

“Alright, listen. This game of Cat and Mouse has been fun, but it’s growing a little old. I want you and if you want me too, let’s skip all the pleasantries and get into the real pleasure.”

now, if you’re waiting for some reason and don’t want to do the nasty with him, he’ll back off and won’t be offended by it

if you’re waiting for a relationship or marriage though, good luck trying to get that from him

you’ll have to wait months, probably years, to get him to open up and date you. Sigh mans has commitment and trust issues now (thanks Julia)

now, if you’re down bad for this man just like I am, you’ll leap at the possibility to jump his bones

so, if you’re answer is ‘yes, thank god, please fuck me already,’ then mans won’t hesitate to do so

as soon as you’re agreeing, he’s leaning down to connect your lips together for a passionate and fiery kiss

he’ll let his hands wander and he’ll always make sure that you’re okay with him touching you somewhere or removing an article of clothing before doing so

once you two are on your bed and things are really starting to get hot and heavy, he’ll stop his hands from dipping into your underwear when you suddenly speak up

“I’m, uh, a virgin by the way,” you squeak out, suddenly nervous about what he’ll think

your heart leaps into your throat when he smirks up at you from between your legs, kissing along the inside of your thighs

“Oh yeah? Save yourself just for me, baby?” he teases in a voice that’s so deep that ocean’s would be jealous

his hands roam your waist before slowly starting to slip your underwear off when you nod your head

“Well, let me make you feel good,” he purrs before diving in to do just that

Jet Black:

sigh, another man with commitment issues (Another F in chat for this mans dick. RIP)

he’s even worse than Spike about getting laid though

he doesn’t crave it as much as others, but it definitely still comes to mind

anytime Spike mentions that he should go get laid (to stop being such a sourpuss), Jet will just laugh and say he’s ‘too old for that’

my good sir, you are not to too old to get this gorilla grip 3000 🧎‍♀️

Jet meets you when he’s on a mission, almost running into you when you meet at a fork in the road

“Hey, come back here!”

“You’re not getting away that easily!”

you both stop when you two speak at the same time, turning to gawk at one another

“He’s mine!”

“That one’s mine!”

you stop again and glare at each other before continuing the chase

you both kinda catch the guy and after arguing for 15 mins who gets the reward, you decide to split it

after that, you two become bounty buddies

whenever one of you needed help catching someone, the other was there as backup

this went on for a while (with lots of teasing from Faye (”you so like them!”) and Spike (”you want to bone them so bad.”))

during one particularly hard mission, you two decide to just camp out in a motel and wait for the crook to show himself

after cleaning up and Jet deciding he’ll take the first shift of lookout, you’re getting comfortable on the bed

Jet stares a little longer than normal, but it’s not his fault!

you’re the one with wet hair...and smooth skin...and flushed cheeks...and a top that’s riding up...and shorts that are a little too short...

“Jet, do you think I’m attractive?” you call out to him, making his eyes snap back up to yours

he gapes at you with red cheeks for a moment before turning to the window, pulling the blinds apart for a moment to look out

“Well, you aren’t ugly, per se...”

you chuckle at this, turning on your side to face him

“Do you want to kiss me?”

at your question, his eyes snap back to yours and he can hear himself swallow loudly

“I wouldn’t not want to...” he mumbles

now, if you’re expecting a relationship out of him, he’d be willing to give you guys a try

if you’re just trying to get laid, he’s fine with that too

so when he leaves the window and towers over you on the bed, he can feel the arousal already curling deep in his gut

he starts off with a sweet kiss, not wanting to spook you off with something that might be too much for you

when that sweet kiss suddenly starts to deepen and you’re both letting out noises, he starts getting rougher

when he lowers his body closer to yours and you feel it, you figure you should mention the fact that you’re a virgin now

he stares at you with wide eyes before smiling at you, letting his hands comfortingly rub your hips

“We can stop here, if you want. I’m completely fine with just kissing your sweet lips.”

if you want to stop or just keep kissing, he’s very understanding and will do that

if you wanna get railed, let him know and he’ll take care of you <3

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aajjks · 3 years

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Need (JJK)

synopsis. He needed to know that you loved him.

pairing: yandere!jk x fem!reader.

warnings: dark, yandere, themes of obsession, obsessive behaviour, forcing, hes ab*sive, degrading names, bipolar kook, kind of sadistic behavior, mature and a steamy kiss lol.

disclaimer. This content contains dark triggering themes, don’t read if you’re triggered by the written above warnings. this is all fictional and this does not represent bts’ Jungkook irl. I don’t condone this behaviour irl!!

note. hey guys.. look I’ve been trying my best to get back to writing but as you can [wil] see that I’m failing miserly. this is as always not edited or proofread.. I’m so ashamed...

The harsh sound of the basement door hitting the wall in a thudding manner made your weak body shudder with fear, the now familiar feeling of fear and panic taking over you,

Waking you up from your slumber.

“Wake the fuck up, bitch!” There came booming his voice, his angry tone catching you off guard, you looked up to see him. His face was hidden with his dark jet black long curly locks, his shirt was unbuttoned from above, showing his muscular chest. His nose was scrunched. And his sharp jaw clenched.

He was angry.

The sound of your heartbeat was getting louder and louder as he took his steps toward you, his legs were wobbling, coming closer and closer. You watched as his predatory gaze fell on your petrified figure, setting on your horrified face. “It’s been a whole fucking week, stop your bullshit already, I’m very close to losing my shit” his voice echoed through out the empty basement.

You shuddered again, jolts of fear taking over you.

You were unable to process his words properly, your eyes followed his movements, he grabbed your face in his strong hands as he knelt down on his knees. You were held captive by the tight ropes wrapped around your fragile figure.

You felt weak. “I love you, that’s why I did all of this. You,” jeongguk inhaled a deep breath. Raising his head up to look at you, his eyes contained a crazy look in them, his demeanour was darkining. Fear was all you felt.

“You know it, don’t you? princess?” Jeongguks tone was low but deep. His eyes fixed on your scared face. It was like a warning, you had to answer what he wanted you to.

“I-I..” closing your eyes to avoid eye contact didn’t help, his grip on your face tightened even more as he aggressively squeezed it. “Don’t. Fucking. Test. Me.” Jeongguk leaned closer as his minty breath reeking of alcohol hit your nostrils. Your eyes watered quickly as he forced you to look at him.

His eyes were red, tiny veins present in his dark orbs filled with obsession and distress. Jeongguks eyebrows were farrowed and his nose was red.

“ANSWER ME!” Jeongguk screamed at your face, his voice threatening to break mid sentence. “Y-You know I love you r-right?” You just closed your eyes, your heart could explode right now.

He was scaring the shit out of you. “Y/N, fucking answer m-me!!! I-I love you! H-How could you leave me!!!? H-How could you love somebody else than me!” Jeongguk was incredibly frustrated. “S-Stop it pl-please...”

Tears of fear fell from your tired eyes. He watched you, “w-why are you crying?” Jeongguk carressed your cheeks in a hasty manner to calm you down

“sssh.. don’t cry! I-I love you so much, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Stop crying..” jeongguk wiped your cheeks with his hands then grabbed your face once again to lean closer.

“You know I-I missed you so fucking m-much. I missed you so much that I was starting to go insane.... I couldn’t sleep at nights. Whenever I’d close my eyes, your pretty face would show up..”

“You’re imprinted on my mind, my heart and my fucking soul. You’re my everything. I-I love you like a fucking maniac. I’m so crazy about you! Why d-don’t you get it! WHY DONT YOU!” Jeongguk babbled on and on like a psycho, He was starting to concern you.

He had really gone mad.

When you didn’t respond, He began to scream at you, “stop t-this Jeongguk leave me! Okay! Okay I do! I-I love you!” You cried at him. His grip on your face was starting to hurt. “S-STOP CRYING! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME... you st-still love me... don’t you?” He nodded his head to himself. “My princess loves me...”

“You love me. Y-Yes you do. I knew it...” Jeongguk smiled as he grabbed your face and crashed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, smothering your mouth like a starved man. You felt like you were being suffocated [you were.], jeongguk refused to pull away, forcing your mouth open to lap at it like a dog.

You wanted this to end. He wouldn’t leave you ever.. his kiss was the proof of his madness.

You couldn’t be saved from the devil.

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 3 years

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I Have Found You

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Prompt - I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.

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You and Aaron had had a long week at work, each on separate cases but both equally as drained as the other. Your job saw you travelling to and from New York each day, working for one of the states best law firms, it was hard working your way up but you did it and now you were dealing with high profile cases day in and day out.

This case was particularly gruelling but it was finally finished and you had won. It was a small victory for the family but it was a victory nonetheless.

Aaron was working on his own case, he had been in Las Vegas for the past four days dealing with a serial killer who was targeting families. The unsub was organised, too organised, and more families were killed before they finally caught a break. From there it had been a matter of hours before they caught the man and the team was back on the jet.

Aaron finished up on the phone before dropping down into his seat beside Rossi who raised an eyebrow at him.

“Short of an emergency we all have Friday and Monday off, I don’t want to see any of you for four days.” Aaron announced to the jet, smiling as it was filled with cheers and laughter.

“So, big plans?” Rossi asked, smirking at Aaron who just rolled his eyes.

“I plan on doing absolutely nothing.” Aaron replied with a smile, already thinking of how great it would be to spend a long weekend with you and Jack, it had been far too long. He had already spoken to you and upon hearing the good news of your case asked if you could get two days off and thanked god that you could.

“I hear you, man.” Derek spoke up from opposite Rossi. “Four whole days of nothing but me and my girl.”

“What about you, kid?” Rossi asked, looking at Spencer who sat opposite Aaron.

“There’s a film festival I really wanted to go to actually, it's showing a bunch of different films in their original language.” Spencer told him and the grin on his face was enough to stop any teasing.

“Have a good time, pretty boy.” Derek smiled back, ruffling the younger man's hair causing him to pout.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the scene but as much as he loved this family, he couldn’t wait to get back home to you and Jack.

“How hard can cupcakes be, right?” You asked Jack, who stood on a chair in front of the counter. The two of you were staring at the ingredients that were spread out, not knowing where to start. When you suggested Jack make something for Aaron you were thinking more along the lines of a picture but when the kid suggested cupcakes well…you really wanted cupcakes.

“Right.” Jack agreed, grinning up at you.

Turns out it was harder to make cupcakes than either of you thought.

Aaron walked into the house, smiling immediately as he heard Jack giggling madly. He was quick to follow the noise but stopped abruptly as he stared into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Jack yelled, quickly scrambling off the chair and throwing himself at Aaron who caught him and lifted him with ease despite the cupcake mixture that stuck to his clothes, face and hair.

“Hey buddy,” He grinned, turning his attention to you. There you stood, cupcake mix splatter on your face, in your hair and on your shirt. You looked dejected as you held an electric mixer, clearly the culprit of the cupcake explosion. “It looks like you and Y/N are having fun.” He said with a laugh, watching how you pouted up at him.

“We were gonna make cupcakes for you, daddy, but Y/N put it on too high.” Jack informed Aaron, giggling madly as he did.

“I didn’t know!” You defended, there was a reason you weren’t trusted in the kitchen.

Aaron’s smile grew and he couldn’t wait any longer to move closer to you, the hand that didn’t hold Jack caressed your cheek and he brought you in for a soft kiss. It didn’t last long, how could it with Jack laughing and making kissing noises, but the two of you pulled away with matching, love struck smiles before you and Jack began laughing together at the cupcake batter that was now perched on Aaron’s nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile.

“Alright, alright,” he said, gaining both of your attention, “how about you two get cleaned up and we can all go out for dinner and then get some cupcakes, hm? That sound good?” He asked Jack who nodded with a grin and squirmed for Aaron to put him down. Once he did, Jack shot off to his bedroom and Aaron turned his attention to you.

“You can’t of thought that was a good idea.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning in to steal another kiss.

“The kid said cupcakes, who was I to say no?” You responded when he pulled away, giggling as he trailed kisses to your jaw and then peppered them down your neck.

Your eyes closed as you tilted your head back, giving the man more access and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled away. The whine quickly turned into a laugh as he leaned closer and licked a blob of batter that had stuck to your neck.

“Go clean up, baby.” He said before kissing your head and untangling himself from you.

You and Jack were quick to clean yourselves up and soon you were all out the door and heading to a restaurant that you often frequented when you had Jack.

It felt like forever since you had been out with the Hotchner boys and you enjoyed every minute of it, no annoying work calls pulling one of you away, no looming threat of Aaron being called to a different state. No, just you, Aaron and Jack going out together, eating good food, catching up with each other properly.

It was wonderful.

“Cupcakes now daddy?” Jack asked as the waitress cleared the plates.

“Yeah, cupcakes now daddy?” You echoed with a smirk watching as Aaron playfully glared at you.

“Sure thing buddy,” He said to Jack, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. “Pick which one you want.”

Aaron couldn’t tell you who smiled wider when dessert was brought out, you or Jack. Both of you tucked in with the same hunger and he just smiled at the scene.

When you and Aaron had first met, it was to do with a case he was working on. He never expected it to blossom into this. The friendship was unexpected but not unwelcome and then before either of you had realised it you had developed feelings for one another.

You were quite a bit younger than him and he was hesitant to bring the feelings up, not understanding what you could possibly see in an older, divorced, single father.

That was the other issue, sure you knew about Jack but there was a difference between knowing about him and wanting to be a part of his life and as much as Aaron had liked you he knew he couldn’t bring somebody into his life who couldn’t accept Jack.

So the pining went on for months as Aaron made the decision for you that you didn’t want to be burdened with a child that wasn’t yours. And when you finally pulled Aaron’s head out of his arse and made him talk about the feelings between you, you could have slapped him silly.

Sure kids weren’t exactly your forte but you’d at least have liked the chance to decide that. From there Aaron had introduced you to Jack after the two of you went on a few dates. The two of you decided the best place would be out in public, a little less daunting and that’s how you ended up at the zoo.

Jack had warmed up to you rather quickly and you surprised yourself with how good you were with him. Eventually it was Jack asking if you could have a sleepover at their house rather than Aaron trying to explain that you might be there in the morning sometimes.

Aaron was so glad you had talked him out of his own head way back when, and as he watched you with Jack, he knew, not that there was any doubt, that he’d made the right choice.

“Can we watch a movie?” Jack asked as the three of you entered the house.

“Buddy, it’s nearly bedtime.” Aaron reminded him as he took your coat from you before taking his own off.

“Please daddy,” Jack pleaded, turning on the puppy dog eyes, “I’ll brush my teeth and put my pyjamas on.”

He looked at you but you were looking down at Jack with a soft smile and he couldn’t say no if he wanted to.

“Deal, teeth and pyjamas, we’ll meet back here in five.” Aaron said and grinned as Jack took off running.

“C’mere baby,” He mumbled as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” You confessed into his chest before titling your head up. Aaron was quick to turn his head, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled away he didn’t go far, resting his head on your forehead.

“Can’t wait to have you all to myself these next few days.” He told you quietly, fingers brushing against your waist.

“Me neither, it’s going to be heaven.” You replied, matching both his tone and the smile on his face.

“Daddy,” Jack’s voice pulled you away from each other and you turned to see the kid grinning up at Aaron showing his freshly brushed teeth and proudly wearing his Captain America pyjamas. “You and Y/N/N need your pyjamas too.”

“Of course we do!” You exclaimed, taking Aaron’s hand in yours and pulling him towards the bedroom with instructions for Jack to put a movie on.

“Really can’t wait to have you all to myself.” Aaron said again as he watched you pull your shirt over your head.

“Down boy.” You laughed, throwing the shirt at him.

Watching you undress made Aaron long to touch you but seeing you dressed in his clothes, sweatpants that were way too big for you and a college shirt that drooped off your shoulders was somehow infinitely sweeter.

“I love you.” He told you, pulling you close to place a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too.” You smiled before turning around and kissing him. “Get changed.” You ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” Aaron laughed but did as you said.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he held his family in his arms. Jack was half in your lap and half in Aarons and you were sat flushed against him, head resting on his shoulder and your hand holding Jack’s leg.

The movie was still playing but Jack was fast asleep against his chest and you were pretty close to following. Despite that though, Aaron couldn’t bring himself to move and send you both to bed. Instead he tightened his grip on both of you, smiling as you cuddled further into him.

This, this was all he needed, you and Jack by his side. His little family, both of whom had been through so much. All he wanted to do was protect both of you and he would, god would he do anything to protect the pair of you.

You were one of the best things that had happened to him, he had known it since the day he had met you and he had known it two weeks ago when the team finished a case in California and he walked into the jewellers to buy the ring and he knew it now, looking down at you holding onto him and Jack.

He knew you were the best thing to happen to him in a really long time and he would forever be thankful that he had found you.

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