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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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in the stars - chapter 2

photo credits - @ssahotchnerr

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

warnings - canon-typical criminal minds violence, show rating 16+ for reference. depictions of violence, stalking, murder, angst, age gap couple, language

summary - You and Aaron reunite, but it’s not exactly anything to celebrate over. The case moves forward, but you really wish it hadn’t like this.

a/n - no one is allowed to call me out on my lack of LA/california geographical knowledge. ive also started including readers mental thought train which is italicized (flashbacks will also be in italics, but ill always properly mark a flashback). if you arent tagged but asked, just send another ask/reply! i mustve missed it on accident.

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Chapter 2

Aaron Hotchner was standing in front of you. Impeccable, not even a slight crease in his shoes and suit pressed to perfection. He still smelled faintly like cedar, a thought you quickly tried to send away; it was too late though, already remembering how pitiful it was post breakup, when you would smell the shirts he left at your house, a desperate attempt to remember that he existed in your life. You’d spent hours, days even, thinking about how you’d react if you were ever to see Aaron in person again. At the top of the list was screaming at him, really giving him a piece of your mind for leaving the way he did. Or, maybe you’d be cool and composed, the epitome of maturity and ‘I’m Totally Over You’. You’d even considered completely ignoring him, not even giving him a second glance. Instead you were frozen to the spot, staring up at the man who broke your heart.

Pulling your eyes away from him, they darted towards the gap between his body and outside, internally debating if you’d be able to somehow sneak around him. As if he could read your mind, not like you had been particularly subtle, he moved to close the gap before you had the chance to fully formulate an escape.

“Y/N,” he tried again, voice a bit firmer this time around. It’d be better if he couldn’t speak. But then again he had such a beautiful voice-. No, you mentally clamped down on that thought before it could lead you down another rabbit hole. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you, uh, what?” You asked, hyper aware of how mousy you must’ve sounded.

“That someone was murdering women that looked like you. You should’ve called my team sooner, it was irresponsible to put yourself at further risk of-”

“Are you trying to imply that this is somehow my fault, Agent Hotchner?” The words felt bitter on your tongue. It wasn’t like you, to suddenly be so quick to anger. Years in the spotlight had taught you to hold your tongue, but Aaron’s words managed to cut right through.

“That’s not what I’m saying, you know that-,” he tried to interject, but you weren’t going to back down so easy.

“I know what Agent? Please, tell me the acceptable response to this situation,” you spat out at him, finding a brief enjoyment in the way his face scrunched up ever so slightly. “The police were working on the case, I’ve dealt with weirdos before.” Aaron opened his mouth again as if to speak, but you weren’t finished, “You really think I believed you’d answer if I called?”

His face fell at that and you felt some form of internal victory swell in your chest. Y/N 1 point, Aaron Hotchner 0. The victory was short lived though, as you came to the realization that the two of you were still in a very public setting.

“I’m not going to fight with you Agent, I suggest you get back to your team.” With that you shoved your way past him, stomping the entire way to your car. It was a shame, the way the anger and sadness was consuming you, maybe if it hadn’t, this time you would’ve noticed the clicking coming from the tree line.

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Hotch wished you had been angry; it would’ve been easier to handle you if you had been screaming in his face or throwing low-blow comments his way. He could deal with anger. It’d be easier if he could pretend that you were being completely out of line and could warrant being ignored for the rest of the case.

That wasn’t you though, and he knew this. He didn’t have to be a profiler to see and hear the way you struggled to hold yourself together. He didn’t need to be a profiler to feel how disappointed you were with him. Hotch didn’t know how to deal with this or you. Even though it had been months, had he truly fallen so far from your graces; was your opinion so lowly of him now?

Hotch wasn’t sure which was worse to stomach, the fact that you had such little faith in him or the deep rooted feeling in his gut that told him you were right- had you called him unannounced two months ago, he wouldn’t have picked up the phone.

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You sat in your car for twenty minutes, at least. It was pitiful, the way you were crying in your car, to a sad playlist, over a guy who hurt your feelings; it felt like high school all over again. In the moment, you had felt good, the way you watched Aaron’s face twist and fall at your words giving you some sick form of satisfaction.

It’s not like you had lied to him or anything. You hadn’t even stretched the truth for ultimate impact. The whole overly formal ‘Agent’ thing was definitely on purpose though. No, you had meant every word you said to Aaron, especially about not believing he’d answer if you called. What would you have even said if you called and he did pick up? Hi Aaron, remember me? Good, anyway hope you’re doing well but I think I have a murderous stalker, can you help? Actually, that’s probably exactly how the conversation would’ve gone, but that’s beside the point.

The point was that even if you could trust the Unit Chief of the BAU to do his job, you weren’t sure you could trust Aaron Hotchner anymore.

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When you finally did muster up the courage to return to the conference room, you really wished you hadn’t. You should’ve just turned your car on and left. Was it possible to ghost the FBI? You’d heard enough stories from Aaron about how their tech wizard had found people with just a single loose thread, there was definitely no way you were going to make some spy like disappearance.

Aaron wasn’t in the room, something you were grateful for in the moment. But what you weren’t grateful for was how the team had managed to set up multiple bulletin boards in your absence; filled with your photo, crime scene photos, the dead women and your personal least favorite, the dead women’s bodies.

Of course, you knew what was going on, you were a big girl, well old enough to understand and process the gravity of the situation. But you’d only seen photos of the women alive, with personality and humanity; something about that made them look less like you and more like them. Looking at them now- dead, eyes closed, faces tilted away from the camera- these women didn’t just look like you, they were you.

You hadn’t even realized you were drifting closer to one of the boards until you felt a hand pull at the crook of your elbow. Turning your head ever so slightly you saw JJ, giving you one of her nice looks again.

“Y/N, you don’t need to see these,” JJ started, already pulling you in the opposite direction. You were about to agree, head already halfway to a full nod when you noticed something from the corner of your eye.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, pulling your arm back and getting right in front of a photo of victim #2. You very gently pulled the photo of the wall and held it closely in front of your face. Were you allowed to move it? Oh well. You felt the rest of the team’s eyes burning holes through your back so you turned to face them. “I, um, I’m pretty sure the sweater she’s wearing is mine.” You said, voice coming out as a whisper.

The team certainly seemed to liven up at that statement. Even though they hadn’t even been in LA for a full 24 hours yet, it was obvious from the start that LAPD hadn’t been lacking on the case, rather the unsub was just that good. They reported no evidence from any dump sites,- and now those sites had been contaminated far too much to double check- there had been no witnesses for any of the abductions, and the unsub hadn’t attempted any contact with Y/N; all in all, they had nothing.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Emily asked, she was quickly pulling photos of the other three women down, bringing them over to the roundtable. “Are the women in these photos wearing anything else you recognize?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure. There’s a little hole right there, on the side, the threads were pretty loose and I got stuck on a doorknob once, ripped it right open. I couldn’t find it when I went to fix it, just assumed I threw it away and forgot.” You said quietly, moving your way to the table. Your brain wasn’t working properly, hadn’t quite yet come to the conclusion that the rest of the agents already reached. He had gotten into your house. “Oh my god.” You whispered, voice shaking. “He was in my house, wasn’t he?”

The agents all looked down at you with sympathetic gazes before Emily finally spoke up again. “We can’t be sure just yet, but I need you to look at these photos and tell me if you recognize anything else okay? Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, making your way over to the table and taking a seat. You were well aware one of the agents just called for Hotch, but you couldn’t be bothered with that right now.

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“Hotch,” Derek said, his voice urgent as he rounded the corner, interrupting whatever conversation Hotch was having with a random officer, “Y/N recognized the sweater victim #2 was wearing at the dumpsite as hers. Emily’s showing her the rest of the photos and it’s looking like the unsub left something of hers on each one.”

That certainly got Hotch’s attention. He didn’t need Derek to fill in the blank, the unsub had been in your house. His fists tightened at his side and he couldn’t help the way his face twisted in anger. In this state, Derek knew better than to question this unusually personal reaction, instead just angling his body back towards the conference room. He didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth before Hotch brushed past him, making his way back to you.

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Starting with a photo of victim #1, you very slowly pulled it closer in front of you. Oh my god, her neck. Obviously, you’ve seen bruises before, been on a whole bunch of film sets that used makeup to create some pretty gory pieces, but nothing like this. The unsub didn’t just stangle these women, it was like he wanted to completely crush their throats.

One of the agents behind you was questioning your ability to stomach this, so you quickly forced yourself to focus. It was the least you could do for these poor women, just give them your undivided attention for ten minutes, and then you could deal with everything else later.

Your finger traced over the bracelet victim #1 was wearing. “This is mine. There’s a singular heart engraved on the back of the third diamond’s plating. I bought it for myself after I got cast in my first big role, cried for weeks when I ‘lost’ it.”

“And what about this one?” Emily asked, gently pulling victim #1’s photo away from you and replacing it with #4. You didn’t miss the way she turned the photos you’d already looked at upside down, as if to further shield you from them. Nor did you miss that she was technically skipping victim #3.

It didn’t take you long to notice what was yours on victim #4. “It’s the dress, it’s really comfy, I used to wear it a lot, like a lot a lot. I brought it with me so often on trips I just assumed it got left in a hotel room somewhere.”

Emily nodded, taking back that photo and turning it over as well. You could see her hesitation in showing you victim #3, but she slid it across the table to you as well. Her fingertips ghosting on the edge of the photo, ready to pull it back as soon as you gave an answer.

Victim #3 was tough. She looked the most like you, both when she was alive and certainly the way she looked now.

You took a sharp intake of breath as you looked down at her the first thing that caught your eye was the necklace. Most certainly yours and most certainly the one that Aaron had given you for your three year anniversary. You realized it was lost a few months after the breakup and nearly tore your house apart looking for it; you didn’t have many things from your relationship with Aaron to prove he was once part of your life, making the few things you did have all the more important. “The necklace, there’s an A engraved on the back and I’m pretty sure those shoes are mine too.” Emily swept the photo back and out of view as soon as the last words left your lips.

“JJ, get those items out of evidence immediately so we can be absolutely sure,” Hotch ordered. Aaron. You hadn’t even realized he had walked into the room, you turned to look at him, eyes wide with sadness and fear. The tears that were beginning to form tugged viciously on his heart. “Miss L/N, my team and I are going to escort you back to your home and we’re going to need to canvas it for signs of entry and identify if anything else is missing. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice soft with something most of the members couldn’t place.

You simply nodded at that, glad that you wouldn’t have to be alone, “Do you need my address, or will you just follow my car?” There was definitely humor in that, Aaron already knew exactly where you lived and the code to get through the gates.

“Your address is already in our files, but for your safety we’ll be following close behind.” He assured you. The rest of the team was jumping into action, grabbing their personal belongings along with copious amounts of gloves and bags you assumed would be for potential evidence.

As you all exited the building and entered your respective vehicles, it was Reid who realized where he’d heard that softness in Hotch’s voice before. It was the same tone he used to use with Hayley, back when things were good.

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Your house wasn’t far and it was a drive you knew well; grateful for the ability to somewhat distract yourself on the road. The gatesman to your development gave you a real odd look when you told him the two black SUV’s filled with FBI agents were with you, but you couldn’t care less about which neighbor he might spread that info too. Did you see? L/N brought in the FBI, wonder what she’s caught up in. At least all the neighbors and workers had signed airtight NDAs, no one was allowed to talk to any outsiders about the personal happenings of their fellow residents.

Your house was towards the top of the hill, with a great overlook to the ocean. You had only been 20 when you bought the house and you viewed it as the ultimate achievement of all your hard work and determination. You couldn't shake the bad taste in your mouth as you pulled up the driveway. The house felt tainted now, something you were never sure you’d be able to shake.

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Once again, not exactly how you imagined the entire team entering your house for the first time. Your house was extensive, as were the grounds; the team quickly realized they would probably be here for the rest of the day and well into the night.

You were standing awkwardly in the middle of your foyer, unsure of how to exactly approach this situation. “So, there’s about 10 rooms in the house, not including the kitchen and general living spaces, as well with the basement which is technically one big room. I made maps once as a joke, I think I have some in the office, if you wanted those? Or we could do one big house tour and you can break off that way,” you were so rambling, but them being in your house and why they were in your house was setting in, “or you can just go off however you want-”

“Miss L/N,” JJ said, there was that nice look again, “why don’t you show me around the house so I can get a base level understanding of everything there is. The rest of my team will go start a basic canvas of the inside and the grounds as well.” Thank you JJ.

You nodded at this, glad that someone else was taking control of the situation. Before you could lead JJ towards the kitchen, your phone started to ring, startling you. When did you get this skittish?

“My friend is calling,” you said, holding up your phone, “I gotta take this, I was supposed to meet him for coffee a few minutes ago.” You excused yourself, quickly making your way to an empty room away from the rest of the team. Your friend was annoyed at your more than last minute cancellation, but luckily he didn’t pry too hard and accepted your flimsy “I’m not feeling too well’ excuse on the first go.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as I feel better. Yeah, I love you too. I gotta go, bye.” As you hung up, you could feel a gaze burning into the back of your head. Turning around, you found Aaron staring down at you from the doorway. How long had he been there?

“You should have told us about your boyfriend sooner. Trying to protect him from questioning will only-”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you exclaimed, a bit too hurriedly, “I, uh, I’m not seeing anyone at all actually, haven’t in a while.” Smooth.

Aaron was smart enough to read through the lines and understand what you had left unsaid. His gaze didn’t give up, but you could’ve swore you saw relief somewhere in his eyes. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say something, or if he was supposed to say something, or should you walk out, or-

“Neither have I.” Hotch’s voice broke through your thoughts, but just as quickly as he said it, he turned on his heel and left you alone in the room.

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a/n - if anyone is wondering ive 100% cried multiple times at how kind and supportive everyone has been with me about this story. we’re only 2 chapters in but im already sad for it to end. yes i 100% have a bunch of other wip ideas for hotch. anywaaaaaaay, replies/asks/comments/reblogs/likes always appreciated! thank you so much for reading

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hyunjinspark · 3 years

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jade…. oh my gosh…. that was INCREDIBLE. absolutely painful, don’t get me wrong, but you are truly such a good writer im in awe at your talent 🥺 but now for my (extremely long, go get a snack bby 🤪) review of *shudders* chapter 54…

so i know it makes sense for the beginning to start where the last chapter ended off on but there was just something so powerful with how this chapter started ;-; maybe it was the extreme angst right away lol but i LOVED the attention to detail you have with scenes like these!! especially for these types of emotions, when she drops the whisk, it gets on her dress, not realizing whats going on around her, and on top of all that the changing of the clothes….. i hated that cause ew angst so sad but that was SUCH a good part!! cause i feel like just that one difference of the outfit says A LOT about how shes feeling! and especially cause it was just jeans and a shirt 😭😭 not even a skirt!! extremely relatable though i feel like when something horrible happens to me i dont want to be in anything but an extremely oversized hoodie to drown myself in

moving on from that, her interaction with jisung was so devastating :( i know its not his fault cause he had no idea what just happened but wow that mustve been so hard to listen to :,,((( and her giving one word answers and then quickly saying “i need to go check on the cake” and leaving instead of actually responding to his comment about hyunjin :,,(((( like i said, this is so fucking sad and breaking my heart but god DAMN you write angst so well!!!!!! the way you can so deeply express these emotions with such small details?????? the talent!!!

yikes alright listen wooyoung youre great and all but wtf even was that interaction 😬 no words, moving on 😬😬😬

her not checking her phone at all for hours!! another detail i loved cause it’s so realistic! and then the way you transitioned into that memory was really nice too, too bad that was the only “good” part of the chapter where they’re happy together 😭

ok ok ok. FINALLY. THE PAST! there were so many emotions i was feeling during this but one thing i especially liked was the way you formatted it and how it was frequently cut because this was over the span of SEVERAL days/months so i think it was interesting having different snippets of different days, and their progression of enemies to…… :// well we know where that ultimately went but im glad that you didn’t rush any of it because sometimes i feel like two characters hate each other, they have one good experience together, and then theyre in love like yay for that but???? 🤨🤨🤨 how we get there so fast bestie??? however considering youre the certified Queen of Slowburn this is as expected 🥰

now,,,,,, getting to the end,,,,,,, ;-; for the last flashback scene im assuming that was one big dressing room for all of the performers? but didnt y/n also have her own dressing room?? or am i trippin lol anyways, my heart fucking SANK when she saw hyunjin kissing seojun ☹️☹️☹️☹️ and yeah i could assume things didnt work out for them in high school obviously but i thought it wouldve been cause of another misunderstanding or lack of communication, i mean the kiss they shared earlier!! hyunjin???? HELLO???? what was that then????? homeboy was just horny ig >:,( i was genuinely shocked that he was kissing seojun tho, like i feel like it made sense for him to be saying all that stuff cause again denial 🤪🤪 or he just didnt want to tell seojun the truth but no????? i guess not????? that ending scene was a federal crime

HOWEVER,,,,, OH MY GOODDDD JADE??????? HOW are you so good at writing?????? when it finally went back to the present and you closed it off with: ““I’m okay” You had said, because it was nobody’s fault but your own. You went to bed knowing just one thing, for sure. No matter what happened, no matter when or where you were…. Hyunjin would never want you.” SPEECHLESS. LITERALLY SPEECHLESS. (but also not because BOY DO I HAVE SOME WORDS ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING) this ending was SO POWERFUL!!!! im not joking you really do amaze me with your writing capabilities! and im so grateful that youre continuing to share it with all of us 🥺

ok i think ill stop it here, yay!! you made it to the end of this unnecessarily long review!! 🥳🥳🥳 sorry it took a bit to actually send im actually writing this in a note and then copy and pasting it cause there was so much i needed to say dkjgjwjxejj

i hope youre having an amazing day and are happy and healthy! 💜💜💜💜💜💜

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ahhh thank you so much !!!! i am so happy you liked it.

i thought a lot about how to begin this chapter but i feel like this moment was too important to skip over, and i wanted to show the direct consequence of her conversation with him. im so glad you liked the details, since those were the best ways i could convey her emotions and how she was feeling.

the outfit change i also completely relate to as a person, it can say a lot about what someone is feeling and especially her since she was waiting so long for this party and for that specific dress for him.

i am so glad you liked the angst during the party, it was hard to write but i tried to write it in snippets of what's going around her, since she's so zoned out herself and has no concrete grip on the party and the people around her at the moment.

as for the past, i definitely was worried writing it since i need to show basically the plot of an entire story within one chapter (enemies to lovers, but then back to enemies) that was hard but that's why i chose to do so many time skips and i think it works well that way because these things can't happen so fast.

yes there is a common dressing room lol, but a separate one for the girls and guys, which is why mrs. park asks hyunjin why he's in yns room.

im so glad you loved the ending, it was the first thing i wrote and ahh, it broke my heart but i loved it.

thank you so much for loving it, for all your sweet words, compliment and analysis. i appreciate it a lot.

💓

#only fools

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captain-jinguji · 4 years

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Oh my, I need yandere alphabet for Ren😏

I gotchu 😏 @kumanekoworld I saw your request too so here it is.

REN JINGUJI YANDERE ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

His way of showing affection, at first, doesnt change. He would still shower his darling in gifts and compliments, making time and taking them places; it almost seems normal. But at some point, it's like a flip switches, and he becomes more clingy. Always has to be around you, going out becomes less and less and when you do leave the house, he always has an arm clinging to you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesnt even realize how messy it gets until it's done. These overwhelming feelings of expressiveness and obsessives get the better of him and seeing another person threaten you or worse, try to take you from him, makes all rationality leave his brain. At first, he'd try to hide it from his darling, but he becomes sloppy and its not long before they realize it's blood on his shirt, and not paint.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would act like nothing happened. As long as he behaves normally, things will go smoothly, right? Pretending that they've always been together and that life was a jolly holiday. At some point, especially if his darling is testing his patience, he might lash out at them and mock their cries and attempts to plead with him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Oh yes. Love is an intimate thing, even when it's this obsessive. He not only forces them to stay with him, he also forces them to touch him, both sexually and not, because that's what 'real' lovers do.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

The main reason he would even cross over this line is because he needs love. All his life hes been neglected and played; finding his darling was the best thing that has happened and he sure as hell is going to give his all. He becomes open, and vulnerable, always honest with what he wants from his darling and where they stand with him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd become annoyed and not understand. He gives you everything and more and you're FIGHTING him? It's almost like he turns into beast mode and he will fight back. It gets ugly with yelling and he will put force into it if you start to get physical. He feels so betrayed and hurt that he not only locks you away, but he leaves himself to cool off. After all, theres no way you actually hate him. It must've been something smaller than that. He'll figure it out.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Kind of. At first, he thinks its cute how strong willed and determined his darling is to escape him, but he does become annoyed. Why wont you love him? Why don't you appreciate him? He will hunt you down each time, he has connections to make someone else get you for him. There's no escaping him. He is Mr. Worldwide.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The worst thing he's ever done to his darling was lock them up for a week straight in his designated dark room, only giving them water and not letting them sleep. The malnutrition and lack of sleep quickly got them, and though they lost a few pounds during that week, Ren was pleased with his efforts. A weak darling is a darling that cant leave him. They relied on him for everything for a while after that and that's what it's all about; him being the the provider, the protector, the one you need to rely on.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He really wants to keep it as normal as possible. He wants to get married and go on adventures with you. No kids though, he cant have you sharing your attention and taking most of it away from him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

At first, he's his natural self. Understanding, carefree, but something irks him inside and he quickly becomes annoyed. He doesnt lash out, at least not in front of his darling; he'll find the man/woman in private to have a 'chat" and publicly ruins them.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Again, he tries to keep it normal. Light kisses and soft touches. Loving words and tight hugs. A typical relationship on the outside. A fairy tale for anyone else.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's very blunt. He likes it, he gets it. He charms them with words and sweet promises; soft affections and making himself seem like the best possible joice. Prince charming, in a way.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Oh yes. To everyone else, including his friends, hes this light hearted, goofy guy. Perfectly easy on the eyes and the heart. But behind closed doors, something that only his darling gets to see, hes a beast. Wild and stalking his prey; fiercely protective over whats his.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He's not a stranger to actually physically harming his darling and they have had cuts and bruises on them. But he doesnt like to ruin their perfect skin so he usually locks them up, sometimes for days on end, and goes back to weakening his darling physically.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He's actually not known to take many rights away. His darling is free to do what they want as long as he knows what they're doing and where they are. It only becomes a problem when they go somewhere outside of, lets say, the city; he needs to be there in that case. Always by their side..he cant have you running of now can he?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

As much as he wants to think he's patient, hes really not. He gets temperamental and annoyed really easily and doesnt like it when his darling fights back.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If it was an escape scenario, he'd do everything in his power to get them back, and he WILL be successful. However, if they die, I dont think he'd move on from that. Giving his all into someone and 'molding' the perfect darling took a toll on him and he would genuinely be soul crushed.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. He absolutely has no guilty feeling whatsoever mainly because he doesnt see a problem with his actions. This is all for love.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood trauma and the feeling of loneliness. Not having a mother, his father's hatred, and the constant quarrels with both his brothers and childhood friends like Masato and Ranmaru, formed a whole in his heart that he was never able to fill, no matter how many women he toyed with. His darling is the first person to make him feel full again and theres no way he'll let you go now.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. He tries to keep the peace and make them as happy as possible with gifts and himself. Why are you crying? What brought these feelings of sadness? Why are you yelling at him? He becomes mad but also concerned; obviously someone mustve hurt you. It just never occurs to him that he's that someone.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He probably gives his darling more freedom than some other yanderes. Again, he wants things to seem as normal as possible to anyone else.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He does tend to get vulnerable with his darling and let's his guard down, especially on the anniversary of his mother's death. You could easily slip something in his drink or food and have a chance to escape; however, you have to remember that he has ears and eyes everywhere due to his connections so your escape might be short lived.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

As much as he hates to admit it, he HAS beaten his darling. He always feels bad afterwards and tends to their bruises and cuts, but its really your fault for trying to leave.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Body worship is a big thing of his. They are perfect to him, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful. I wouldn't say he has a whole shrine or anything, but his phone is full of pictures and he has paintings of them, both NSFW and not, on his walls. Before they ended up with him, he even went as far as to install cameras in their house and on them.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Honestly, not very long. He keeps up with it only for a short time before his true colors start to show. Of course, only his darling would know that, which is mainly why no one else would be able to help them out of this situation.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Oh yes. He manipulates them both mentally and physically to rely and depend only on him. He's good at it too and it takes less time for him to win his darling over than some other guys.

#uta no prince sama #uta no prince shining live #utapri starish stillnotsorry #quartet night #starish #utanoprincesama #utapri headcanons #jinguji ren #yandere alphabet #yandere

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totheendofthelinepal · 4 years

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CONSTELLATIONS (PART THREE)

Summary: Being stuck in space with ARES was not your plan, especially when a certain someone finds out you haven’t been intimate with anyone in your life.

Notes: Virgin Reader x Chris Beck, swearing, NSFW (18+)

You had lost count of the days.

That never happened.

But now it did.

Beck was much more distracting once you got a taste of what its like - what he was like. It made you feel like you were in high school, but god it was so worth it. He knew what he was doing, that was certain. In all the days you were up here, you never thought you’d need him more than other little things on earth. Each time you closed your eyes now you could feel it - you could feel him. It came in flashes of memories. His lips, gentle; soft. His hands slender and warm. His chest, his hair. God you loved it all. Especially below his waistline. That was something you never thought you’d want as badly as you did with him. It almost made your cheeks heated with blushing embarrassment. The kicker of it all was that he knew, and the more interesting realization was he wanted it just as much as you did. Personally, you didn’t feel like you were some kind of expert or whatever you call it. But whenever the two of you had a moment alone - away from the cameras..His hands never left you.

Tonight was no different.

You heard a soft knock to your quarters, and you smiled lightly, already knowing exactly who it was. You opened the door, seeing the familiar grin - the grin that told you why he was here exactly.

“Dr. Beck.” You smirked lightly, opening the door, looking quickly to see if you were insight of other crew members.

“They’re in bed.” Chris sighed, reaching out to touch your arms.

“You really should stop doing this.” You tried your best not to smile.

Chris only hummed, mocking to nod his head in agreement, “You’re totally right.”

You watched him in that moment, laughing lightly as his hands met the ties of your shorts.

“I really-“ He sighed, pulling the string slowly, “Really shouldn’t.”

“Beck-“

“Its Dr. to you young lady.” He grinned widely, his hand tracing your waistline.

“Really? You’re going there?” You chuckled lowly at his attempt at a small role-play.

“Oh I’m sorry, where would you like me to go?” He whispered, his hand slowly reaching to your core.

You gasped out, your body backing to the wall from his touch. You fluttered your eyes, feeling his warm hands rub circles to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Holy shit.” You choked out, gripping his arm for some kind of leverage.

“Does that feel good?” He knitted his brow, mocking confusion.

“You know it does.” You breathed out, your nails digging to his bicep.

“You know- I wish I could hear that pretty mouth of yours” Chris ghosted his lips over yours, continuing his actions, “But you need to keep quiet.”

You nodded slowly, your legs now giving out at his actions. You clutched again, his fingers now pushing slowly in and out. You bit your lip hard, slamming your head to the back of the wall.

“God, you’re soaked, sweetheart.” Chris gruffed, “Can I..?”

You opened your eyes, as he slowly got to his knees. You took a deep breath, knowing what he was signaling at. He traced circles to your hips now - making sure you knew he was okay with whatever you answer to his request was. Your eyes looked to his - and that was all you needed. You nodded slowly, causing Chris to smile up to you. His fingers hooked the waistband, pulling it slowly to the spacecraft floor. You gasped lightly, the cold air hitting your now exposed core. Chris hummed softly, hooking your leg over his shoulder in one motion. His hand reached to yours, guiding it to the softness of his hair. You gripped lightly, wondering what this was going to feel like. It didnt take long for him, and you nearly lost it to the contact. His lips pressed softly to your core, and you threw your head back once again to the new sensation of him. You could hear what he was doing softly, his lips and tongue working softly and expertly against you. You couldn’t help but pant lightly, as he had full control of your body in this moment.

“Jesus Chris” You moaned out, your grip tightening to his hair.

He only hummed once again, as he now bit softly to the bundle of nerves. You felt the now familiar tightening a the pit of your stomach, and your sounds began to erupt now. You couldn’t have control over anything, his lips and tongue determining your every movement, every sound. You could hear your pants now turning into a small chant of his name, and just as you were nearing your finish - he pulled away. He looked up to you, and you never thought the sight of him licking his lips would make you weak - but it sure as hell did. His hand reached to your neck, pulling you down lightly to kiss him. His lips were gentle as always, and you could taste what he was doing just moments ago travel across your lips. He groaned out again, now standing to his feet, he never broke away from you. You let your body speak what you wanted to do, as you palmed lightly at the front of his sweatpants. You grinned to his mouth when you felt the vibration of a low whimper. You pulled the waistband lightly, your hand snaking past the material to get a feel for him. He panted out just like you did moments ago, and he finally pulled away. It was quick as he removed the t shirt he was wearing. You followed, removing your shirt and bra. You finally felt comfortable with him enough to expose yourself entirely. You felt your cheeks redden as his eyes instantly fell to your chest in a boyish grin.

“You’re amazing.” He gruffed out, pulling down the waistband of his sweats.

He bit his lip lightly, turning your back to him.

“Whoa whoa whoa.” You mumbled out, wondering just what he thought he’d be doing, “I hope this isn’t you asking to enter the backdoor.

Chris snickered behind you, pushing you forward to the bed, “No, I’m not.”

He placed you to the small bed, placing your hands on the small blanket before you.

“This is going to feel good, I promise.” He laughed lightly behind you, gripping the sides of you hips.

You nodded, silently giving him permission to whatever he was getting at. He motioned to the pillow, and you knitted your brow in confusion. You looked up to him, and you watched as he gripped his t shirt in his mouth. You blinked wildly, wondering what the hell he was getting to.

He removed the shirt for just a moment, “To keep ourselves quiet. Use the pillow.”

You chuckled lowly, bringing the pillow to your face. You felt him position behind you, his legs swinging fully onto the bed behind you. You waited a moment, and you finally felt what you’d been needing. He pushed in slowly, and now understood why he was doing this. The angle was much different than all the times before, and you could feel the difference in depth. You gasped out, hearing a muffled groan behind you. You gripped the pillow, as his hips began to snap lightly into you. Your back arched, the new sensation nearly making you tumble over the edge. You could hear him behind you, and you knew that he definitely felt it too. Soft pants echoed in tandem between the two of, and his pace began to quicken. You gripped the sheets, his thrusts now beginning to alternate. Finally, you felt your finish rising in you, making you tumble over in soft shivers. Chris followed, his hands placing flat to your back for more leverage. His moans were still muffled, and you could hear the breathing rising with each movement. He finally stilled, his torso growing closer to your back as he rode out the finish in his body. He dropped to you, and his hands leveled on each side of your body. You laughed softly, feeling his weight above you in that moment.

“Jesus.” Chris panted out, the shirt falling to the floor.

“That felt amazing.” You sighed, your body beginning to relax.

“It’s only the start of trying new things, babe.” Chris laughed softly, his lips pressing to your shoulder.

The crew had no idea - and if they did you knew that you would have broken countless rules at this point. Having sexual relations was not something that was allowed aboard EVA space mission. You knew you should’ve stopped it before even thinking about it - but now that you knew Chris intimately, you just couldn’t. It wasn’t purely physical anymore, you knew that in the past months the two of you had grown to bond with each other. Whether that be over talks about your mother, or playing cards. Now you just appreciated it so much more. You sat across from him now, as he shuffled the deck - he gave you a knowing smirk. You kicked him lightly, telling him silently that the crew was around you in this moment.

“God, just think. 50 more days and we’re home.” Vogel commented, walking past the two of you.

“I know I can’t wait.” You sighed, grabbing your hand of cards.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when we get back?” Johanssen called out to you behind a computer.

“I dont know, probably see my mother.” You smiled softly, knowing how much she mustve missed you.

“What about you Beck?” Vogel motioned to Chris, and he smirked once again.

“I think I might grab me a date.” He bit back a grin, placing a card to the table.

“That so? With who?”” Vogel chuckled lowly.

“Girl I met at school. Months ago.” Chris grinned once again, and you almost kicked him again.

“Does she know about this?” Johanssen joined the laughter.

“I think so. At least I hope she does.” Chris sighed, his eyes flickering to you in just a quick motion.

“Have you known her a long time?” Vogel smiled to Beck, leaning back to his chair.

“I have actually, we met at Yale. She’s great in bed too.” Chris grinned proudly.

This time you did kick him. He flinched lightly, only to smirk for the third damn time.

“Too much information.” Johanssen laughed softly.

“Looks like Beck is getting lucky when he gets home.” Vogel chuckled.

“God I hope so.” Chris sighed, his eyes looking to you again.

“I think you’ve got a good chance, buddy.” You smirked now, hoping he would pick up on your suggestion.

He only grinned to you, his leg now moving yours in a slow motion.

If only Vogel and Johanssen knew what was going on underneath that table.

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #chrisbeck #chris beck x y/n #sebstan #sebastian stan #seb stan

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jungshookz · 5 years

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You know what would be great???? Culinary student! Jin and a hopeless y/n who eats ramen out of coffee pots and eats cool whip straight out of the can. Also ily and I hope you know that

→ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

→ genre: what a surprise it’s bratty!y/n, culinarystudent!jin and his fancy pasta, humour, a touch of nsfw because i’m obsessed with jin’s broAd shoulders it’s almost ridiculous

→ wordcount: 3.4k

→ note: i hope i did ur request justice also i love u more :~)))

(gif isn’t mine!) ((also i was going to use a gif of him actually cooking but tumblr refusEd to accept it so i’m sorry))

listen

being completely honest

jin thinks you’re really cute

like SUPER cute

like he’s really REALLy frickin attracted to you because you’re just so??? yOU and somehow it works and it gets his gears GRINDING okay

you were the one who moved in right next door and you greeted him with a friendly smile and a ‘here, i baked cookies!’ and of course he accepted the cookie because he’s not a complete monster

but good GOD

that cookie was awful

and to be fair he’s a culinary student so it makes sense that he has high standards but even a fOOL would know that your cookies were god-awful

before you got the chance to distribute your nasty cookies out to the rest of the people on your floor jin was like hEY hEY how about you give me.,.,,. all of your cookies,.,.. because i,.,. really like them.,.,., and.,., i want to eat.,.,. all of them.,., thank u., yes,.

anyways

you’ve known each other for almost eight months?

and nothing has happened because let’s be real

you’re both wussies

and no one’s admitting anything to anyone so you’re kind of in this flirty-friendly space and you’re both FULLY aware that there’s like.,.,. a sprinkle of flirting going on.,,

but you know what

that’s beside the point

he doesn’t even know why he’s thinking about his undeniable crusH on you

because right now all jin can focus on is the fact that you’re eating ramen out of a coffee pot

let him repeat himself

you’re eating ramen

out of a

a COFFEE pot

you’re in the middle of rambling to him about your day and he’s trying to pay attention to what you’re saying but he wants to scream every time to pause to sluRP out of the coffee pot

laundry room gossip is a pretty normal thing for you two

you’re both so busy during the day

you with your classes and jin with his culinary classes

so once or twice a week you’ll both coordinate a time to come down and do your laundry together (you guys usually shove all your clothes in together because u end up saving some $$ too) and you’ll both end up sitting there for a couple hours just talking to each other while waiting for your clothes

jin raises a brow before pressing his lips together

his mother raised him not to be judgemental but COME ON

RAMEN

out of a COFEE POT??????

out of all the things he’s seen you done this has to be the absolute worst

here are a couple of examples as to what monstrosities you’ve exposed him to:

a cold pizza sandwich (two slices of cold pizza with a drizzle of ranch and crunched up cheetos as the filling)

cereal eaten out of the baG ITSELF (u poured the milk in and everything)

chicken pancakes?? aka shredded deep fried chicken and shredded cheese mixed inTO pancake batter and panfried and then topped with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkle of green onions

one time you made scrambled eggs in a mug and dat shit looked nasty

but this

this doesn’t even make sense

disrespecting what looks like a pretty high-quality coffee pot (he remembers you got it for christmas or something) by using it as a holder for $1 ramen

it’s probably going to stink up the coffee pot and every time you make coffee it’s always going to have that faint aftertaste of chicken broth

a shudder goes down his spine and he winces

you perk up when the drying machine suddenly beeps and stops rumbling “god finaLLy”

jin keeps his eyes glued on the damn coffee pot as you set it down next to your basket and go to retrieve your freshly-dried clothes

you bend down and pop open the dryer and the loud hiss makes jin look over

“jin?” he glances away quickly and looks up at the ceiling as a poor attempt to conceal the fact that he was totally just checking u out just now

“hm, what?” he clears his throat

“aren’t you going to come and get your clothes?”

“oh, right.” jin pushes himself up off the ground and grabs his basket

he props it up on his hip and starts picking out his clothes from the pile

“hey, these are cute.” jin can’t help but smirk as he twirls a burgundy thong around his finger

your cheeks flame up immediately

“cut it out, you perv” you scowl playfully and grab it from him quickly

the little voice in the back of your mind can’t help but wonder if perhaps jin would be interested in seeing you wear the thong

it comes with a matching bralette

“ya-“ jin pokes your arm and you look over at him “was that your dinner?” he points to the coffee pot and you glance over at it “didn’t you have ramen yesterday?”

“…yeah. instant ramen has been my dinner every day for the past week. why?” you hum nonchalantly and continue picking through the pile

you help jin out and toss one of his white t-shirts into his basket

jin can’t help but let his jaw drop

you’ve been eating processed garBAGe for the past weEK

how???????????

“it’s never enough for me tho so i usually eat a bag of chips too. i might have a frozen mac n’ cheese thingy in the freezer so that’s an option too.” you gasp excitedly “ooh i can crumble the chips over the mac n’ chee-“

“oh my god.” all of a sudden jin reaches over and puShes the rest of the clothes into his basket before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the door

“hey, we haven’t finished sorting out the-“

“we’ll do it later i just need to get some actual foOD into your system before all the MSG and sodium starts breakING down your internal organs”

as he’s dragging you up the stairs (the elevator is broken again what a surprise) you can’t help but admire how b r o a d his shoulders are

the cotton shirt he’s wearing is kinda thin and u swear u can see his back muscles flexing slightly

you can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like

running your hands all along his back

digging your nails into his shoulders as he,.,,., y’know

wrapping your legs around his tapered waist as he.,,.,.,. y’knOW

s i g h

you purposely pull back a little so jin slows down and gives u more time to ogle him

are you a pervert for doing that

you might be

“let me see what’s in your fridge so i can work my magic”

he’s never actually been in your apartment before

well

he’s never had a reaSon to

(you always wanna invite him in to watch a movie or something but u get shy and shrivel up immediately)

he has a good idea of the layout because his place is exactly the same as yours

he’s not surprised to see that your place is relatively neat and organised besides a couple scattered markers on the coffee table and a throw blanket tossed haphazardly over the couch

there’s a candle burning away in the middle of the coffee table that makes your place smell like warm vanilla

but then

he enters the war zone

the kitchen

oh my god

this is a living nightmare

this is HIS living nightmare

there’s just

he sees all the takeout boxes in the bin and the pizza box sitting on your kitchen island and the- well that must’ve been your breakfast or something because you sprinkled cinnamon toast crunch on a bagel smeared with waY too much cream cheese

“oh hey i forgot about this” a piece of jin’s soul dies and floats up to heaven when you pop the rest of your cinnamon-cream-cheese-bagel monstrosity into your mouth and chew thoughtfully

why does he like you

“ah, i probably should’ve offered you a bite… i’ll make one for you tomorrow if you want!”

whY DOES HE LIKE U

“i’m… good. i think i’m more than good.” he shudders before nudging past you heading to your fridge “lemme see what we’re working with here…”

“you know you really don’t have to make anything for me. i told you i had a frozen mac and cheese…” you’re rambling and jin is most certainly not paying attention to you mainly because he’s shocked becAUSE you have like NOTHING in your fridge

a bottle of three-cheese ranch

a couple oranges, an avocado, and one red apple

a half-eaten sandwich?? it looks like turkey and a shitload of mayo

a takeout box with…,,. three pieces of orange chicken and a piece of broccoli that you’ve taken a bite out of

a baby carton of chocolate milk and a regular sized carton of milk

and a can of cool whip

unless he makes an orange-chicken-turkey-avocado sandwich with ranch on the side accompanied with a glass of chocolate milk with a dollop of whipped cream on top there’s not a lot he can do here

is thiS how you live

“you know what, maybe you should just come over to my place!” jin closes the fridge and clasps his hands together “yeah, let’s do that.”

“what do you mean?? i have plenTy of food in my fridg- okAy” you stumble over your feet when jin grabs your wrist and drags you away from the fridge

when you enter jin’s place he pushes you down on the couch and you nearly bounce off of it “you stay here, and i’ll whip something up for us.”

as he turns to head towards his kitchen he hears a vioLent schrrr

he turns back around and your finger freezes on the nozzle on the whipped cream canister

“wha- where did you even hiDe that” jin furrows his brows and you shrug before squirting some more into your mouth

“you sure you don’t need any help??” you’re already bored and you’ve only been here for less than a minute

“i don’t want you burning down my kitchen, so i’m good.”

“but i’m boRed and i’m hunGRY” you whine and flop back against the couch

jin raises a brow before bending down and grabbing the remote

he turns the tv on and it just so happens to be playing the late-night cartoons

perfect for a petulant child like you

miraculously jin gets 20 minutes of peace and quiet until he hears you whining again about how hunGry again

that’s what happens when you eat nothing but empty calorie foods

your eyes light up with excitement when jin emerges from the kitchen

he has a rag tossed over his shoulder and a grey apron hanging around him that you assume is from his culinary school

his cheeks are kinda pink from the heat of the kitchen which is adorable

he sits down next to you and you turn to fully face him while crossing your legs

he hands you the plate

wow

“….do you go to culinary school or something?” you tease and jin snorts

the pasta’s been plated into a loose nest and there’s a pretty little basil leaf sitting on top

“chicken, bacon, and spinach spaghetti. and since you’re a whipped cream freak we can have assorted berries and whipped cream for dessert.”

“assorted berries.” you mock quietly and jin scowls playfully before handing you a fork

he doesn’t know why but he’s a little bit nervous lol

like he KNOWS he’s good at cooking but for some reason he feels like he’s presenting a dish to gordon ramsay or someone of that calibre

you twirl a bit of pasta around the fork and shove it into your mouth

and you didn’t think it was possible

but you’re pretty sure your mouth is having an orgasm

HOLy shit

fireworks are going OFF

the bacon has retained its crisp

the spinach is wilted but not toO wilted that it’s falling apart

the chicken is so soft and tender

the spaghetti is cooked *ahem* al dente

and the sauce!!!!

it’s so creamy

so flavourful

you swallow your bite and blink down at the plate of pasta

“what’s wrong?”

“this is…. almost too good.” you mutter and poke at a piece of perfectly cooked chicken before stabbing into it and popping it into your mouth

jin’s cheeks warm with pride as he watches you continue to eat

“it’s almost as good as my frozen mac n cheese meals.” you joke and jin resists the urge to smack you with his rag

it doesn’t matter if you’ve eaten 20 pounds of food for dinner because you’ll always aLWAys have room for dessert

especially if dessert involves whipped cream

it’s healthy-ish!! it’s basically dairy and don’t u need dairy for strong bones or something

and strawberries and blueberries are fruit

and fruit is healthy

so if you really think about it assorted berries and whipped cream is the ideal combo if u wanna get in shape

jin doesn’t trust you with the canister of whipped cream (because he’s 100% sure you’re just going to hog all the cream and squirt all of it into your mouth) so he’s squirting some out onto a particularly juicy looking strawberry that he knoWS you want to devour

he turns and offers it to you and your mouth opens automatically as you lean forward to take it into your mouth

“hold on now.” your brows immediately knit together when he pulls away juSt as you’re about to take a bite “admit it. my spaghetti is much better than your stupid mac n cheese meals.” there’s a glint of playfulness in his eyes as he points to his ear and waits for your response

“i dunno. i get the mac n cheese from whole foods so you know it’s good.” you tsk but keep your eyes right on the berry hovering in front of you

“huh. i guess i’ll be enjoying this seasonal japanese strawberry for myself, then.” jin pouts mockingly

“nO i WANT IT“ jin yelps when you’re suddenly clambering over and grabbing his wrist so that you can shoVe the berry right into your mouth

now

a normal person would eat the berry and then return to their seat

unsurprisingly

you are far from a normal person

you keep your hold on his wrist and suck the whipped cream off his thumb after swallowing the strawberry

god have mercy

your eyes flicker up and you see jin staring right at you with parted lips

“…something the matter?”

and within one second

the berries and your trusty canister of whipped cream have both been abandoned in favour for

well

“can’t believe it took you thiS long to make a move” you murmur against jin’s mouth and he responds by nipping at your bottom lip

“says you!” he gawks before proceeding to press kisses down your neck

and you finALLY get to feel his muscles rippLe underneath the soft cotton of his shirt as you slide your hands from his waist to his back

meanwhile jin’s hand has found its home in between your legs and your eyes flutter shut “god, jin…”

“something the matter?” he mocks before pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth “you gonna admit it now?”

“admit wha- oh, jin - admit whaT”

“that my food is better than your frozen TV dinners” you would’ve burst out laughing if it weren’t for the shocks of electricity tingling up your spine

“n-no way-“ your back arches against his chest and your mouth falls open in a silent moan

and suddenly

you let out a pathetic whine when jin’s hand pulls away from in between your legs “fine. i guess we’re done here!” he sits up but keeps your legs wrapped around his waist

god

you are just a vision aren’t you

you’re flopped back against the arm of the couch

your chest is heaving slightly

your cheeks and nice n rosy

“you are the absolute worst.”

“c’mon… say it…” he hums and slides a finger from your knee cap to your inner thigh

you know for a fact you two aren’t done here because jin’s already hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts but you’re naturally a veRy impatient person and so-

“fine, you idiot. your food is significantly better than my frozen TV dinners. happy?”

“…i’ll take it.”

((spoiler alert: you are rewarded with not one not two but thREE mind-blowing orgasms for admitting it))

((maybe you should learn to be less stubborn))

“good morning!” jin is startled awake when you plop on top of him with your legs on either side of him “it’s 10 o’clock and i made us some food”

“christ, don’t scare me like that!” jin scolds you playfully and reaches up to pinch the side of your bare thigh

you’re wearing the shirt he had on last night and it’s starting to droop off your shoulder

“good morning indeed.” his voice is thick with sleep and his hand slides up from your thigh to grasp at your waist “whatcha got there?”

“cinnamon toast crunch bagel” you murmur with a mouthful of bagel and swipe at a lil chunk of cream cheese on the corner of your mouth “my wonderful creation that i made fresh for you”

you’re getting crumbs all over jin but he can’t seem to care because the idea of a cinnamon toast crunch bagel makes him want to throW YOU ouT THE WINDOW

he sits up slowly and wraps an arm around your waist before nuzzling into the crook of your neck “you’re lucky i like you otherwise i would throw your wonderful creation righT into the garbage bin right about now.”

you scoff in mock offence and pull away from him before jabbing a sticky finger into his bare (b r o a d) chest

“don’t knock it til you try it!!”

“the day i try one of your inventions is the day i- mmph!” you shut him up and shove the last bite of your bagel into his mouth before clasping your hand over his mouth so he can’t spit it out

jin chews slowly

and swallows

what the hell

that actually..,,. that tasted good

“that was okay, i suppose. kinda sweet. but i can think of something that might taste a little sweeter.” before you know it jin is flipPing you over and you find yourself pinned underneath him

you’re a giggling mess because you’re trying to get the cream cheese and sugar particles off your fingers but jin is being very vEry distracting

“hOLd on a second sir i have breakfast waiting for us in the living room!” jin’s already made his way down your chest and is about to set up shop in between your legs

he looks up at you before offering you a cheeky grin “…i’m in the mood for breakfast in bed, aren’t you?”

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thewaitisogre · 5 years

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WEEK 7 RECAP: Country Night November 5, 2018

Country boy, I love yew lwaaaaah. After after we got an extensive opening number introducing the stars and music guests, we got dances. Tonight I realized that a big part of the show is the music and when all the country songs sound the same and they’re not even the best songs in the genre the whole episode feels dragged down and monotone. It was the weakest episode of the season so far. But there were highlights, like Dolly Parton in Fashion Nova’s Robin Hood collection in front of a circus mural.

After the dances we got two team dances. Team dances were picked dodge ball style by the two stars with the lowest scores. In the past the team dance with the higher score would be safe from elimination, but tonight the team dance scores had no effect so this was a waste. If the lowest scoring team would’ve been up for elimination Joe would’ve been in the bottom for once, but we didn’t get that lucky.

Dances

John | jazz | 8 9 8

John is a country singer so he must’ve felt like a pig in shit. Not so fast. John pulled the sobbiest sob story of the season out of his flannel pocket and confessed he hasn’t seen his children in three years because of his divorce and every Monday he hopes his children are in the crowd. It was really raw moment and one of the few highlights of the night. It’s too bad he told this tragic story right before performing a jazz to “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” by John Denver and lost all composure. And then I think John adopted Tom Bergeron? It was strange and wonderful.

Evanna | rhumba | 10 10 10

Evanna and Keo did an emotional rhumba to a song that gives Evanna all the feels because it reminds her of her ex. It wasn’t the best rhumba I’ve ever seen. I find that Keo overpowers his partners a little and Evanna still dances tentatively. But the song gave Evanna a chance to talk about a failed relationship and this show is all about digging up the past. This is also the point where the judges are deciding who they want in the finals and the scores can tell that.

Juan Pablo | charleston | 10 10 10

JP and Cheryl take a field trip to a square dancing saloon to get into the characters. The dance and the music didn’t mesh at all, but who cares because he is a sexy cowboy. JP can run me over with that truck, I don’t care. Again, the judges have made their mind up about who they like and don’t like and gave him scores to help secure his place in the finals. .

Joe | tango | 7 7 7

In this week’s completely unrehearsed comedy bit, Joe is riding high from last week’s scores and has turned into an egotistical prick. We know he is prick because he is wearing sunglasses indoors like a John Hughes villain. This bit would’ve been cute if Joe was charming. They tangoed to a mad max Superbowl-inspired dance?? Joe tends to flirt with my nemesis Erin Andrews in the post-dance interview and it’s awkward as hell because his girlfriend is in the audience every night and Erin doesn’t reciprocate since she is married.

Milo | Foxtrot | 10 9 10

Milo had trouble getting into the country spirit so he wrote a country song for his country-loving partner Witney. You know there is a problem when the country spoof song from the package is better than the song they danced to. To add dipping tobacco in the wound, we got a bunch of close-ups of the singer’s face during the dance. Either the DP is infatuated or the DP is trying to cover-up Milo’s mistakes.

Cinnamarcus Roll | waltz | 9 9 9

This week Cinnamarcus Roll and Lindsay visited a farm for the sole reason of giving Cinnamarcus Roll a chance to talk about his farm upbringing because the package and their glitzy dance had nothing to do with each other. The dance was lovely, though. It had a wonderful soft intimacy to it and he danced less aggressively than in past dances.

Alexis | samba | 9 10 10

And in this week’s installment of “Will They/Won’t They” Alan takes Alexis to ride a horse and accepted Alexis’ advances in form of a kiss. I was expecting a Jared Jewelers advertisement to flash across the screen at any moment. Len loved their hoedown samba and I’m not surprised because he likes boring dances. Maybe the dance was boring because she injured her rib. It’s amazing how her injury storyline was omitted in place of her romance storyline.

Bobby | waltz | 8 8 8

Bobby trudged through the dance floor like Pee Wee Herman sneaking into a movie theater, but it doesn’t matter because he was getting a good score no matter what. See, according Bobby he has the most popular country radio show in history, so there was no way the judges would make him look stupid on country night in front of his peers.

Team Dances

Team Hay Now | 10 9 10

Evanna, Milo, John and Bobby danced a free style set in a farm because it’s country night! How original. It was very neat, but I wonder how much was easy choreography so that Bobby could keep up.

Team Joe Down | 9 8 9

Pass the sarsaparilla because Alexis, Juan Pablo, Cinnamarcus Roll and Joe danced a freestyle set in a saloon. I feel like this dance was more difficult, but it didn’t look as neat as Team Hay Now. Whenever the choreography got too complicated Joe would either make a fool of himself or he would be set to the side like if he were punished.

Tom Bergeron Quip of the Night

During elimination: “These pauses are even killing me.”

Len Goodman Zinger of the Night

“You went from Hollywood to Dollywood.”

In Jeopardy

John, Demarcus, and Evanna. Another week where Joe is not in jeopardy *eats glass.*

Elimination

Demarcus and his partner Lindsay. John and his partner Emma.

Observations

They announced the couples at the start like a pot roast; slooooowly

An exceedingly long bumper from the dancers going on the DWTS tour

A superfluous performance from some American Sniper looking guy Cole Swindell

I had a mini-stroke because i thought I heard the announcer say the Juniors are taking over the “sex” when he actually said the “sets”

Len said he is 6’2 and we love a tall grandzaddy

Bruno putting up his 10 paddle for Artem taking off his flannel shirt is a mood

Bruno left during Alexis’ critique because he didn’t want to hear anything bad

Danica McKellar in the crowd still rocking a six pack

Bobby announced he is going to be a mentor on American Idol and why do we care about this? Because American Idol is also an ABC show and recycling stars is good for the environment

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2018 end of year banquet day and lead up to it

with two posts in a row like about sean and last one mentioning the end of year banquet I reminded myself of the 2018 end of year banquet which is quite possibly the best day of my life so far

its important to note that it was a very rainy summer and I only had one pair of sneakers and one pair of shower shoes

since it was so rainy and its a scout camp not a resort camp kinda thing there were huge puddles everywhere which the kids loved but I had to walk through several large puddles several times a day to get to the nature lodge and remember, I only have sneakers so I ended up getting trench foot (2018s thing, every year has a health thing) and me being me I didn't do anything about it except eventually start limping bc it hurt too much otherwise but my last work project the day before the end of year banquet day was my aunt (lake director at the time) and I carrying the fire stations (essentially 2x4 basket holding a rake, a shovel, and a bucket or two) from campsites to the trails and I got to the last one before I couldn't ignore it anymore so im 5′2″ barely 110lbs and the fire stations were pretty darn heavy so I couldn't limp for fear of breaking my ankle or smth so I walked normally but it hurt so much that when I set it down I cried and it took a bit for me to stop and explain what was happening so my aunt took me to the health officer and he told me what it was and what I had to do and I got to shower in the health lodge (which was amazing bc while the staff showers are clean enough they are nothing compared to the health lodge shower that also had hot and cold handles instead of the preset temp six second buttons that the staff showers and pool house showers have) but I had to keep my feet dry and clean so I had to stay in the dining hall all day the next day to set up for the banquet

banquet day which I did but I was getting a little stir-crazy stuck in dhall all day when camp is my only freedom and im so used to being outside and working there so my brain was a little confused like yo this is camp not school I shouldn't be stuck in one building for half my day so when we needed more lights from hart lodge I literally jumped at the opportunity to leave it was drizzling when I left the dining hall but hart lodge is like five minutes away and there was supposed to be a work crew there that could let me in but I took the road bc its shorter and flatter instead of the trail and the crew mustve taken the trail at the same time bc when I got there, no one was around and like I said I was going a little stir-crazy earlier and felt like I needed to do smth wild so I came to the conclusion to break into hart lodge to get the lights instead of walking five minutes to get someone with the keys to just let me in and no one was around so I was think aloud and the moment I decided to just break in, it started to pour and I mean that seems like a sign to not do it right well I was going to anyway and not too long after I started to try, my boss (the favorite adult) and another co-worker showed up bc they needed smth from hart lodge and they had the keys so they let me in and I returned to dhall soaking wet (in a white t-shirt and my boss told my aunt cause he was a little concerned with my attire as a young girl essentially wearing a see through shirt surrounded by a bunch of teen boys and she came to me about it saying he was concerned and I didn't even realize bc I didn't know what I looked like it hadn't occurred to me but im glad I don't get embarrassed easily) to string the lights and finish everything there and when all work projects were done, we had some free time before the banquet so I told sean, my bsf, that I wanted to break into hart lodge and seans down to do anything so we go to hart lodge to break in but we didn't plan ahead we just had whatever was on us which wasnt much at all (it was staff week so we didn't have to wear class b so I was in a t-shirt and exercise shorts with no pockets so the only thing I had on me was my spider knife clipped to the hem of my shorts) our first thought was to walk up the roof of the basement that conveniently started a few inches from the ground (its on a hill) and try to get into one of the windows from there but that didn't work now admin was going through some things and the interim camp director had done a cleansing of hart lodge which previously was just a big place for whatever needed storing and that cleansing brought out a lot of stuff to sit in front of the lodge until we got the big metal trash box the next day so I grabbed a plastic crate to put on top of a wooded chest I had rolled down earlier to a single floor outset room with a lower roof than the rest of the building that was three floors and it got me like three feet higher but before I could figure out how to actually get on the roof from there, sean made me get down see our relationship is that he’ll make me get down from the crate on top of the chest so I don't hurt myself and then two minutes later place me in a puddle when im getting over trench foot and eventually we gave up trying (though I don't think sean ever really tried to break in bc I fully believe he could with no trouble, I think he just came along bc I was excited about trying) and we sat in the west qm shed which is actually the wood shed and we talked for a while now you might've noticed I said banquet day but I haven't talked about the banquet don't worry, its coming faster than you think as it did for us because as we sat in the shed, we heard the drums for evening colors so evening colors is the daily ceremony where we lower the flags before dinner and colors is in class a and the banquet, a very important and quite formal event, is also in class a and the drums are camp band signifying the start of colors and if u remember, sean and I arent even in class b and we had no idea what time it was bc neither of us had a watch or our phones but colors is starting so we got up and bolted to the staff site to change and class a is supposed to be sneakers or boots with bsa socks, bsa shorts or pants, bsa belt, any scout shirt, and a specific bsa shirt buttoned over that with the shirts tucked in and everything neat (and most camp staff girls do smth nice with their hair) and neither of us had any of that on and the girls cabin is a quarter mile from the rest of camp so I kept a bag in seans shack with my shower stuff and class a and anything else I might need during to day so I don't waste time going back to korman so we speed changed (yes I am a girl, yes sean is a boy, yes we changed in front of each other, no we didn't stripe to do so, no were not dating, no we wont be, were just close friends who were rushed and comfortable enough with each other) (but that's really frowned upon so if bsa asks this was a piece of creative writing) (think for legal reasons, this is a joke) and we sprinted to the wall for colors and halfway there sean said he forgot his belt and turned around to get it, he did not end up on the wall for colors but I went out a stood at the end, next to my director (my boss, favorite adult) who questioned why I was late so its a good thing sean decided not to get on the wall next to me bc the majority of camp staff was already convinced we were fucking even though I was dating someone else who was also at camp (ha ha part of the reason I broke up with him was bc he was jealous of sean though I only know him bc of sean and he was jealous of some of my other guy friends at camp though male staff outnumbered female staff that year like 6 to 1 so idk what he was expecting but anyway were close friends now so its chill) but we ended up sitting together at the banquet and I don't really remember what we ate but after eating, a co-worker put a Styrofoam bowl full of whipped cream onto my directors head (I feel like I cant call him my boss in this situation bc while he is my boss, his boss and his boss’s boss were also present) now my director was in the middle of a conversation with one of the important camp guests and while covered with whipped cream, he shook the other mans hand and said ‘it was nice talking to you, if youll excuse me...” and bolted after the co-worker who ran out the door now both of these men are like 6 foot 200 lbs and they don't often run so ofc all of staff followed and they tousled for a bit then kinda got over it and when we all walked back in, the spring had torn from the door so sean got up to get screws and a drill and fix it in the meantime, my director retaliated with two cans of whipped cream directly in the co-workers hair see when my director got hit, he easily wiped it off bc he shaves his head weekly but the co-worker has lots of bushy hair that whipped cream likes to stick to and by the time sean finished with the door, his seat was taken as well as all the other seats at our table so we shared a seat as he ate a bowlful of blocks of butter (much to my protests) and we watched the video of the year and the award giving portion of the banquet began now the co-worker who “pied” my director tried again but on the camp commissioner instead who was the sweetest, most adorable person but he failed as my director stepped seemingly out of nowhere and at the last second, slapped the whipped cream bowl into the co-workers face the rest of the banquet continued without interruption which wasnt hard as it ended soon after which brings us to the post-banquet staff swim its supposed to be a surprise to first years but someone usually forgets and they all find out anyway but it goes like this we take everything out of our pockets and some people take off their socks and shoes and all the staff climb up on the wall we stand on for colors (its like four inches at the lowest and four feet at the highest) and I love standing at the highest part because we get called by how many years weve been on staff and you jump off the wall and race across the parade field to the open gates of the pool and jump in, in class a and we all swim around for a bit playing I have your hat which is an imitation game where someone calls out “I have ___’s hat” and tosses it and whoever catches it, imitates that person theyre usually really funny but occasionally someone says smth that doesn't make sense but no ones mean and its really nice then we showered and hung out for a bit before going back to korman to sleep

the end

ps I was going to write a post after this on the 2019 banquet but now its like 4:30am and that's a good time to go to sleep so I might write about it tmw

pps I really said “if bsa asks this was a piece of creative writing” talking about changing in front of a friend when I spent 17 lines beforehand on breaking into a bsa building and didn't even think that that might be something that's also frowned upon, perhaps more

#theres so much going on I don't know what to tag #summer camp #end of year banquet #shananagins #fun times #best day of my life #so far #best friend #wild

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