#kinda wished I didn't go for a front-facing profile

[luveline]

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

when internet trolls poke fun at your appearance while working on a case, hotch is there to make you feel better. fem!reader, 3k

tw cyberbullying, poor eating habits, criminal minds typical violence

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You're not a media liaison or anything close, but with JJ off for maternity leave and Penelope in Quantico, there's a face needed for the press announcement on TV, and you offer to step in. 

You aren't particularly eager to do it, but Hotch doesn't have the time or wherewithal and such a high intensity case, not while Spencer is at half-mast, migraines rendering him ineffective and stubborn. You're trying to keep the ship sailing smoothly, doing your part of the profiling while juggling media and supporting the police sergeant that's heading the tip line.

You're not expecting to become a joke. After a red-eye, three sleepless nights trying to find a missing woman in Oklahoma —the domestic violence capital— and a full day without something to eat, you're aware you don't look your best, but you aren't sure what that has to do with your missing person. 

The FBI — fugly bitches International. #FindDanaLangley

Damn, are they not letting those agents sleep or what? She looks terrible ! 

she should be less worried about Dana Langley and more concerned with the dead woman in the mirror, ew 

hope theu find her just so they stop putting this creature on TV #FindDanaLangley

"Well," you murmur, wondering if it would be inappropriate to burst into tears, "these aren't especially helpful." 

Derek looks at you, his gaze measured, and you know he's not sure how to react to you or what's happening. He settles on his usual loving encouragement, because he's a very good friend. 

"Don't listen to all that," he says, throwing his arm around your shoulder, "those trolls wouldn't know beautiful if it hit them in the face. But we could always try it?" 

You sink into his hold, needing the reassurance even if you wish you didn't. "No hitting," you say, covering your mouth to hide a large and possibly fugly yawn. Your head is racing with regurgitated insults. "It doesn't matter, Derek. Promise. We have bigger stuff to deal with." 

The door opens and Hotch and Emily step inside, Rossi just behind them. You're thinking Hotch is going to agree with your sentiment, no time for comfort when a woman's life is at stake, so you move away from Morgan to sit in front of your laptop again. 

"Is something wrong?" Hotch asks. 

You meet his eyes just long enough to smile at him. "Nothing. What did Amandla have to say?" 

Emily retells the alibi of Dana's ex-girlfriend and is clearly suspicious but without proof, you're forced as a team to move on to the next lead. Spencer returns shortly afterward and you try to brainstorm your next step. 

It's Penelope that pulls through. "You asked me to cross reference the neighbours at Dana's previous address with people crossing state lines, right, after that one guy ended up being kinda icky? Well I did that, and nothing came up, which was–" 

"Garcia," Hotch interrupts. 

"Right. Long story short, one of the neighbours recently had an extreme falling out with Icky Guy after a years long friendship, his name is Justin Mantova, he has extreme PTSD with documented episodes of confused aggression, and he's been seen coming in and out of a storage unit in Paseo Storage Solutions for the past four days." 

"Address?" Hotch asks. 

"Already sent to your phones." 

"Thank you, Pen," you say. 

"Just go catch the bad guy, pretty girl," she says. 

Ah, so she's seen the tweets too. You frown rather than smile, reminded again of what's been said and wishing you could be anywhere else. 

You get your wish and forget all about personal grievances for a while, concerned with the safe location and extraction of Dana Langley. The operation is clean, and she's hurt but has a great chance at a full recovery. It's quick, it's professional. 

You're falling asleep in the SUV on the way back. Hotch at the wheel, Spencer in the backseat, you rub your eyes from the passenger side and try not to look suspiciously morose, but it's impossible. Hotch is too good at his job. 

"Are you sure everything's okay?" he asks. With Spencer's window open and the wind whipping, it's hard to hear him. 

"Hm?" 

"Is everything okay?" 

"I'm just tired." You don't look at him. It's rude of you, but if what they've said is true —you'd seen the photographs, and you looked tired, sure, but you still looked like you. "Just tired," you say again. You snap your mouth closed when your voice wobbles. 

Hotch is regularly too sweet on you. Most of the team say it's a crush. Emily calls it 'character development. Whatever it is, he's nice to you. He warmed up to you near immediately when you first joined the team, and he's been as welcoming months later as he was in your first week. 

Maybe he feels sorry for me, you think, submerging yourself inch by inch into self pity. 

The three of you regroup with the others at the police station to pen immediate recounts of what happened before you can forget, tying up loose ends. 

Finally you're able to go back to the hotel. Another half an hour and you're in the lobby.

"We'll go home in the morning. Nine AM flight, meet in the lobby at eight thirty," Hotch says. "Get some rest." 

You disband. They've squeezed you in all over the place, and you're lucky enough to be next to the elevator on the second floor. Hotch is the third floor, and everyone else the sixth, so you say goodbye to your colleagues and exit the elevator, stepping onto the second floor with a parting smile.

You can't know it, but Hotch notices the way your smile falls before the doors have well and truly closed. Your shoulders slump in defeat. 

You trudge into your room and don't bother turning on the lights. The door closes behind you and the mask you'd been holding up starts to crack. You put your laptop in the closet despite temptation to boot it up, knowing no good can come of looking at the tip hashtag again. 

You head into the bathroom to pee, and you're confronted with your appearance as you wash your hands. 

You stare at yourself. 

You look tired. 

Tears well as you look at yourself. You're not those things those people said. You're pretty, and when you smile everyone knows it. There's nothing so beautiful as a smile. You can't summon one, but you know it's the truth. 

Or, it should be. 

A single tear falls down your cheek, quickly followed by a second, and a third from the other eye. You ignore them, tracing the line of your bottom lip, the texture of your skin on your cheeks, the slight sunken effect of your under eyes. 

A knock makes you flinch. "Fuck," you say, wiping your cheek with the back of a hand, twisting on the spot like looking into your room might reveal whoever it is at the door. Probably one of your team. "Hello?" you call. 

"It's me. It's Hotch. I know it's after hours, but I wanted to speak with you."

Whatever reassurance he has to give might actually make this all much worse. You don't want any pity from anybody, you just want today to be over. Still, you wiggle your toes into the plush hotel carpeting, debating only for a moment about the pros and cons of pretending to be asleep. 

"Hey," you say, opening the door. You wipe your eyes and hope he takes it for a tired gesture rather than a method of hiding the glassy sheen at your waterline. "Hi, Hotch, how are you feeling?" 

"Fine. Tired. Thank you for asking." 

"Do you want to come in?" you ask. 

"Please." 

Hotch follows you into your room. There's an armchair across from the bed next to a desk and an old TV sitting atop it. Your suitcase is still open on your bed, your pyjamas crumpled in the shell. You close it before Hotch can see. That's another thing to add to your list: being a slob. 

"It's very clean in here," he says. 

You startle. "What?" 

"It's clean, considering how long we've been here. Have you ever seen Spencer's room at the end of a case?" he asks. 

"No, is it bad?" 

"It's like a paper hurricane."

You look down at your knees, hyper aware of his gaze on your face, tired of feeling uneasy in your skin. 

"I wanted to say thank you for doing the press release yesterday. You did an amazing job. It's something to be proud of." 

Of course he's talking about the press release, the one thing you need to not think about. 

"Did Derek tell you?" you ask. 

"Tell me what?" he asks, voice sharpening.

You look up. Hotch is a picture of concern, professionalism slightly off centre. 

"Nothing." 

"Something's been bothering you. Something Derek should've told me, I'm guessing." 

You chew over your words. "Uh. Hotch, it's really nothing, it's a hiccup. The press release, I…" You really don't want to have to say it. The words get stuck at the back of your throat.

He leans forward. "What?" 

"I looked sick. On TV. I looked really unwell, and it– it actually–" Why are you stammering? What's wrong with you? You laugh and it's not your laugh but it's better than your nonsense stuttering. "Sorry. On the press release, I didn't look my best, and it was a hot topic. That's what I thought Derek told you about. But I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me, Hotch." 

"I don't feel sorry for you." 

You wince, "No, of course not." 

"Two seconds," he says, putting his hand forward in the air between you. "A hot topic? I don't understand." He looks genuinely apologetic. 

"The tip line got clogged up with comments about my appearance," you say. You phrase it as a professional error rather than the embarrassing event it represents in your personal life.

His lips curl downward. "Saying you looked tired." 

"Saying I looked unagreeable." 

"As a friend," he says, tone softening, "could you tell me what they said?" 

Heat blooms in your cheeks and behind your eyes, your throat aching as you scratch at a nonexistent itch in the crook of your elbow. "Um. Well, there was a lot of them, and they weren't all about me, but the ones I saw, they seemed to think I needed more sleep. That I–" 

Hitch rarely interrupts, but something in your voice must impel him. "What did they say?" he asks again. 

"That I looked like a creature. That they hoped Miss Langley would be found, so that they didn't have to see my face on TV again. Hotch," you say, your throat sounding as tight as it feels, "it was pretty bad, but it really doesn't matter." 

"I think it matters if it's upset you," he says. 

He has the warmest voice when he wants it to be, so dulcet, almost melodic. You'd think it was a practised phrase, but he speaks freely. 

"It didn't," you lie. 

Pointless in your line of work and automatic anyways. Hotch doesn't deny you the safety of your untruth, but he doesn't entertain it, either. 

"You're beautiful when you're tired," he says. 

You don't mean to, but you hold your breath. The silence that follows his remark is deafening. 

"You're beautiful," he says, again, as though you could've missed it the first time. "Regrettably, you're very tired, but you don't look any less pretty. Don't think what was sent in to the tip line has any merit." 

"Are you saying that as my friend or my boss?" you ask. It's meant to be a joke that lightens the mood. 

"Neither," Hotch says.

You gawp, and then falter. "Why…" 

Hotch is close enough to offer a hand, and you're feeling stupid enough to take it. He squeezes tenderly, looking you straight in the eye. "I'm sorry about what's being said. I had no idea. We can pull the video, and the tipline should stop now Dana's been found, but it doesn't erase what's already happened. I'm so sorry. It's not right, and it's not fair." 

"It's a hard job, right?" you ask.

His hand is so so big, and not as soft as you'd pictured. It doesn't make a difference, not when he's touching you like you might shatter. 

"That's not the job," he says.

"It's silly to care, though. About what other people think." 

"I hope you care about what I think. The merit of an opinion comes from the person, and the relationship you have with them. Anyone who knew you would know that you're beautiful." 

"Inside that counts," you say, not fully comforted, but trying to give him an out. 

"You're beautiful on the outside," he says, giving your hand a small shake. "You're an amazing woman, of course. But I, for one, enjoyed seeing your face on TV."

You try not to smile too hard, directing your gaze at your joined hands lest he get a read on you.

Hotch must know how you feel about him. He'd be an awful profiler if he didn't. You fawn when you're around him even now, months down the line from your very first meeting when you were sure your heart would ricochet from your chest, the intensity of your instant crush like nothing you'd felt, not even as a schoolgirl. He'd been tall, striking, classically handsome and completely unaware of the fact. Now he's sitting across from you and he doesn't seem so tall, nor so striking. His caring side shines like a gem. It's blinding, and it really does make you feel better. 

"I cried in the bathroom," you confess, rubbing your thumb against his in minute, near imperceptible circles. "I wish it didn't matter to me, how I looked. I know I was doing something important, and there wasn't time to freshen up. Maybe I should've just asked somebody else." 

"You did it perfectly. You were perfect. No one else could have delivered the profile to the public that professionally, and that astutely." 

Hotch stands up, and you don't know what to do. You decide to look up at him just as he takes your face into his hands. 

"No crying in bathrooms, okay? It would… it breaks my heart thinking about it. You come to me."  

Such a dramatic statement, yet Hoch lays it out like it's an unquestionable truth. No bravado, only a sincerity that makes your throat hurt. His frown slides back into place as his palms warm your cheeks. 

"You're so busy, I could never," you say, shaking your head. 

"Time and place, sure, but. I will always try to make time for you. I hope you know that by now." 

You nod dazedly. Hotch's hands drag with a pressure down to your neck, your shoulders, leaving tingling skin in their wake. He looks at you and time stretches, a few seconds pulled out of order. It's his closeness, and his affectionate, empathetic smile. 

You nod again. 

He relaxes. 

"Try and get some rest, okay? You need to take care of yourself. I know it's hard to ignore how you feel, I know today was hard, but you're one of the strongest people I've ever met. I have faith in you." He gives your shoulder a final squeeze. "Are you alright?" 

"Yeah," you say. It comes out much more quietly than intended.

"Rest, honey. Call me if you're upset again. I mean it." 

He smooths your cheek with the back of his forefinger and you wonder if this is some weird fantasy. Hotch makes for the door, and you know for sure it's real when he says, "And no more caffeine tonight." 

"No more caffeine," you agree. 

He doesn't realise he's twice as bad as a coffee. Your heart races all by itself, his phantom touch on your cheek. 

—

"Hi, beautiful," Derek says. 

"There's the girl of the hour," Rossi says. 

You roll your arm in a bow, eyes stinging from the bright lobby lights but otherwise quite happy. Hotch called you beautiful last night. Hotch called you honey. People on the Internet who have nothing better to do thought you looked gross, but Hotch thinks you're pretty. It's hard to focus on the negative with a positive that good. 

"Good morning, my favourite boys," you say sweetly. 

Spencer looks up from his book. "Hey." 

"You didn't say hello," you say, "you excluded yourself." 

Spencer frowns and goes back to his book. You offer him a mini cookie from your pocket and he perks up, better when you whisper, "You know you're my favourite, Reid." 

"We all know that's a lie," Emily says, rolling her small suitcase to your left and nearly trampling your foot. 

"Unfortunately so," Rossi agrees. 

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Hotch looks chipper this morning, doesn't he?" Derek asks, nodding. You follow his nod too quickly and give yourself away, earning a scattered round of laughter from your tired team. "Got you."

"Laugh it up," you say. You're on a high that can't be killed, even with their collective teasing. 

"Why are we laughing?" Hotch asks from behind you. 

You jump half out of your skin. 

"We were laughing at Y/N's swift observational skills, but we spoke too soon," Emily says.

Hotch takes a moment to smile at you. "Hey, you look a little more rested. Feeling better?" 

A flush rises to your cheeks. "Much," you say, sounding foreign to your own ears. 

Hotch gives a pleased nod and clasps your shoulder gently before manoeuvring around you. "Let me go see where JJ is." 

He walks around the lobby corner and into the hotel restaurant. You have your face in your hands before he's gone, harassed by quiet whistles and giggling. 

"She's so embarrassed!" Rossi cheers, like a proud dad. "How hopeless, young love." 

"Someone please shut him up," you beg, rubbing your aching eyes. It's an excuse to hide your smile a moment longer. 

"Are you still tired?" Spencer asks. "You look tired."

"She does not," Derek says severely. 

You raise your head with a smile. Tired or not, Hotch thinks you're beautiful. He liked seeing you on TV. You lavish the memory.

"I'm genuinely exhausted," you say eventually, a smile stretching from cheek to cheek as you stand tall again.

"I want whatever kind of tired you're feeling," JJ says as she arrives, Hotch a step behind her. 

You meet his eyes. You think he might not acknowledge what's been said between you —it wasn't strictly professional to have held your face in his hands like that, after all— and the beginnings of disappointment creep in, until he stands at your side, his fingertips brushing yours. It cannot be accidental. 

"She wears it well, doesn't she?" he asks the group. He gives no time for an answer. "Everyone ready?" 

You practically vibrate your way to the SUV. Not a bad case, as they go. 

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thank you for reading, so much! I hope you enjoyed! if you did and you have the time, please consider reblogging cos it makes me happy <3

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[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Stranger

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Warnings: fluff(?), talk about anxiety, mentions of drinking.

Summary: You were nervous for your first concert alone after you and your boyfriend broke up. You wanted to have fun and enjoy yourself, but it was strange doing things alone for a change after all those years together. It was refreshing, but you still felt kinda scared, that was until he walked into your life.

You looked around the crowd waiting outside the venue. Alot of metal heads were waiting for the venue to open it's doors and let you in. You've probably been standing out in the cold for some time now as you smoked a cigarette to calm your nerves. This was weird.

You were so used to having your boyfriend.. No wait, your ex boyfriend to cuddle up with during the wait for the venue to open. This was your first concert alone without him after years of going together with him to absolutely anything you did. He was your comfort for so long, you didn't even realise how much of a comfort it was having him there. You kinda felt bad going to this concert without him, but hell, you needed it.

Your bestfriend encouraged you to go by yourself, even if she wished she could join you so you didn't have to go alone, but alas, she had to work. Got called in last minute before you were suppose to leave.

You didn't blame her for taking up the shift, you knew she needed it, but it was nerve wrecking being here by your own. But what the hell, you were an adult now. You're living on your own, you got your own life, and you don't have to depend on anyone anymore. You are your own person and you gotta act like it.

"You doing okay there, princess?"

A raspy voice pulled you back to reality as you probably looked like a deer in headlights as he chuckled, standing in front of you as he gave you a heartwarming smile, his chocolate brown eyes making you melt just by looking into them.

"Hm?" you asked a bit out of it as he shook his head chuckling.

"I asked if you're okay" he reassured you, and you nodded, lost in thought as he chuckled once more.

"First time?"

"First time?" you repeated his question, your eyebrow quirking up in confusion, as he leaned against the wall across from you, taking a huge drag of his cigarette.

"First timer? As it's your first time at a concert?"

Oh. OH.

"Eh, no, not exactly, just.." you considered if you should even tell him, he was a stranger after all. But. He seemed kind. He didn't seem like the typical creep you have heard rumours about several times standing in line at concerts or in general. He seemed like the typical sweetheart metal head that looked out for everyone around him.

"Just first time alone" you decided it wouldn't hurt to tell him. Besides, there were lots of people around you that could definitely help you if there was anything to occur as this went on.

"I could tell there was something, you seem really out of it" he said, walking a bit closer to you. "Can I?" he asked, pointing to the vacant spot next to you on the wall you were leaning against as you nodded, giving him a smile.

He smiled as you gave him permission, leaning against the wall besides you as he leaned in closer to your ear. "I am a bit out of it too, big crowds makes me nauseous" he said, matter of factly, probably trying to ease the anxiety written clear on your face.

You look up at him for a split second, his side profile making it hard for you to focus on what he just told you, you feel the need to take a big drag of your cigarette, holding it in for a minute too long for him to not get worried.

"You know you gotta exhale too, right?" he tried to joke, making you nod your head, as you exhale hard.

"Oh by the way, I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson at your service, my lady" he said as be bowed for you slightly, turning to face you as he did.

The gesture alone makes you giggle, feeling some of the anxiety let go as he bows in front of you. He was silly, dorky, and he made you feel comfortable. Just his entire presence was comfortable to you, and you knew he would never hurt you.

"You're silly" you giggled, which made his eyebrow quirk up, smirking at you. "I'm Y/N, Y/L/N by the way" you said with a smile.

"So I've heard" he chirps, still with a smirk on his lips. Oh that smirk, made you weak in the knees just looking at him. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl, suits you" he winked.

"Thank you" you said a bit flustered, your cheeks burning red by his compliment.

"Is it okay if I.." you were even unsure to ask, but you didn't wanna feel like a coward for caving in and needing to be with someone instead of being independent. The look on his face was not something you could say no to either, so you caved.

"Do you mind if I join your side tonight? I understand if it's not okay and you wanna be alone, that was my original plan too, but my anxiety has crept in and I am afraid I might have an anxiety attack and I..." you were full on rambling, all in one breath, and when he took your hand in his, lifting it up to his lips to place a soft kiss to them, it made you shut up in an instant as he smiled against your skin.

"It would be an honour to have you by my side tonight" he said in a way too calm of a voice for you to not lose all the breath you had stored in your lungs. Your eyes went big, and he chuckled slightly. Still that warm tone in his eyes when he looked at you that made you relax in an instant.

"You wanna go inside?" he asked softly, giving you his most charming smile as you brought yourself back to earth. You didn't even notice that the doors to the venue was opened, and that most of the people outside had gone in already. And you haven't even noticed he was still holding onto your hand. You had gotten so lost in his eyes that the people and world around you disappeared.

He held your hand the entire way inside the venue, talking to you as you walked inside, but you were transfixed on how his fingers were interlaced with yours, keeping you as close to him as possible as he bumped past people in the crowd.

"You with me, princess?"

Shit, get yourself together, stop thinking to much of it. He is just a stranger being nice because he saw how anxious you were.

"Yeah, I'm here"

"You wanna go to the front by the barricade, or stand back here and have a few drinks with me?" he asked softly, bringing you closer as a person was about to walk straight into you. You were now flush against his chest, and it made you nervous.

"Douchebag" he said under his breath, almost growling the words as he looked in the direction of the person that almost walked into you. "You okay?" his voice was filled with worry as he spoke, still holding you so close you could feel his breath hit your face. He smelled of cigarettes and mint, but you loved it. It was intoxicating.

"I'm okay" you whispered, your voice betraying you as you spoke.

He chuckled slightly, still holding you close.

"So, where you wanna be? in front, or back here?"

"Back here is fine" you said, and he nodded.

"Beer?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"Cider" you said firmly with a smile, and he nodded with a chuckle, letting go of you slightly, still holding his gaze firmly on you.

"You wanna join me over, or you wanna wait here?"

"I'll join"

He interlaced your fingers again, dragging you with him as he walked to the bar area and ordered your drinks, holding you close to him the entire time, never letting go of your hand as he paid for the drinks.

"I can pay my own drinks by the way" you gave him a small smile as he just shrugged his shoulders winking at you.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, it's my treat this time, maybe you can take the next" he winked at you as he dragged you with him back to where you were standing earlier.

It was a secluded kinda area of the entire venue, but it wasn't far from the stage either, so you could see clearly who was on stage or what they were doing. And he was holding you close the entire time. You felt safe, and you were not sorry you went by yourself.

The show was amazing, and even if you wanted to, Eddie didn't let you pay for any of the rounds with drinks, and always told you you could take the next round. You even tried to pay for the drinks before he had the opportunity to bring out his wallet, but he just made you take back the money so he could pay for them himself.

It was the last few songs of the night, and the lead singer of the band had made a speech before the last song, making all of you who were there tonight to remember to take care of eachother and be kind to yourself. The lead singer told you all to look to your sides if you were there alone, to say hi, give the person beside you a hug, or just give them a smile, bringing the entire venue together, and you felt like a big family during this. You were safe, and you were exactly where you were suppose to be.

You walked out of the venue, Eddie's arm over your shoulder, laughing and smiling, feeling completely at ease as he talked about a dude in the mosh pit that got flabbergasted completely when he didn't notice how close he was to the pit when it happened and struggled to get out. Eddie thought his face was priceless. You couldn't do anything but to laugh and smile of how he dramatized the entire scene for you with his voice. He was magical to listen to, and you knew right there that you would never be bored of listening to him talk.

"I'm starving" Eddie said, the alcohol he had been drinking evident in his voice as he spoke, and it made you laugh more. Probably because you were feeling the effect of the alcohol too, but you didn't care.

"Me too!" you exclaimed, and you ended up in a laughing fit together, crouching over in laughter for no good reason at all, but it was definitely what you needed. You needed this. You needed Eddie in your life. He was a breath of fresh air, and he was exactly what you needed.

Once you were calming down from laughing, drying your tears as you both chuckled, looking at eachother with a huge smile on both your faces, you let out a big heavy sigh.

"I know about a good diner a few blocks away, if you want?" he asked, sounding a bit unsure as he asked you with a questionable look. You gave him a soft smile and nodded.

"Lead the way" you said with a big smile, and he took his arm around your shoulder again, laughing slightly as he nodded, leading you towards a small diner that looked really promising.

As you looked up at him when you walked, you knew deep down this was gonna be the start of an amazing friendship. A friendship you wouldn't be without in the future. A friendship where you would do everything for eachother and always be there when no one else cared. Because you had eachother, and that was all that mattered.

Eddie Munson was exactly what you needed in life, and you were exactly what he needed in his life. And he would do everything in his power to keep you in his life going forward.

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[moralesmilesanhour]

Heyy i hope you're having a nice day and I was wondering if you could do a Miles morales x black reader . When the reader has problems with relationships like they always fall in love with someone and it just gose wrong but miles is always there for them. but one day something happens then the reader gose to miles talking about how they think their never gonna have someone to love them but Miles is like that's Wrong because I love you and they kiss or whatever. Sorry it's so long I hope you have a good day and thx u sm!!<3

I kinda took some liberties with this one, hope you still enjoy it 🫡 (reader does have some set implied features if that's okay)

You lean back on the side of Miles' bed mid-conversation, and stare up at the ceiling.

"You ever had a crush, Miles? I'm always tellin' you about mine."

Miles pauses for a beat, eyes suddenly darting across the room before landing on your side profile.

Nervously tasting his own chapstick, he answers, "...One. I have one."

You turn to him and your eyes light up. "Oh my gosh, who? And why you ain't tell me?"

"Hey, I thought we were talking about your crush," he says skeptically, narrowing his eyes at you with a grin.

"Alright," you raised your hands in the air, "touchy subject."

"What's his name? This dude you won't shut up about."

"Jayden."

Miles' eyes go wide. "Hol' on, Nadja's boyfriend?"

You froze. Nadja was in the homeroom next door, easily recognizable by the neat braids that swung just above her knees. She never forgot her lip gloss at home, her face as smooth and shiny as her legs.

"That...makes sense," you say, shoulders slumped.

Miles quirked an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

You shook your head, "Nothing."

"Look, it's plenty fish in the sea," your friend nudges you with his elbow, "and between you and me, I saw that nigga picking his nose in class the other day. I personally think you dodged a bullet."

The two of you burst into hearty laughter. When you caught your breath and it subsided, you sighed.

"You think any of them fish in the sea are ever gonna figure out I exist and ask me out?"

"Didn't Tyler do that last month?" Miles asked, with a curl in his lips like he'd just smelled rotting garbage. You fixed your eyes on the ground.

"Stood me up."

"Oh," Miles says quietly. "What about Michael-"

"He was joking." Your voice sounded tight, like a rubber band stretched too far.

Miles said nothing. All he could do was trace the slope of your nose with his gaze and wish he could make the pout on your purple-toned lips go away.

You brought your knees up under your chin. "I don't think I'mma have anybody to go to prom with."

"I could go with you."

"Miles, you don't count," you said with a sad smile. The boy felt a pang in his chest, but still said nothing and let you continue.

"I mean like...someone who's gonna pick me up at my house with flowers and shit, take me to the after-party, too."

"So you're saying I can't do that."

You look up, and a frown has settled on Miles' features.

"No, I mean like...cuz he wants to."

"I want to," Miles said under his breath. You blinked.

"One more time?"

He gave you a hard, determined look, taking a deep breath.

"I want to. All of it, I want to." His brows were furrowed like he was serious, but you didn't want to take your chances.

It's your turn to frown now. "Miles, don't do that. You just said you already had a crush-"

"Oh my God, Y/N, it's you."

Glassy, brown eyes were fixed on you as his words hung in the air.

"I..."

Your heart rate picks up until it's in your throat when the boy's expression doesn't change.

"For-for how long?'

Miles shrugs, gaze directed in front of him. "Ion know, got too used to the feeling to remember,"

He gave you a guilty sidelong glance.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that."

A warmth blooms in your chest and before you can have second thoughts, you lean in. Your lips make impact on the side of his mouth.

Miles jumps, head snapping towards you when you quickly pull away.

"Don't be sorry."

The boy bit his bottom lip to hold back a wide smile before it settles into a smirk. He cocked his head to the side.

"I thought you were still hung up on Jayden."

You cringe at the reminder and playfully smack Miles on the arm. "Shut up, I just kissed you."

Miles leaned in again, facing you this time. "Make me."

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A/N: Okay that was longer than I anticipated 😭 as usual leave any thoughts or reactions in the comments/tags! Mwah 🫶🏾

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[chiiyuuvv]

[DAY 17] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

- " late night calls when one of you accidentally falls asleep " ; fuck it  decided to double post since i missed two days!

♡list : @yzerpoz , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @dogyunslover , @starryriize

A hum leaves your lips as you mindlessly nod, looking down to find your fingers furiously typing on your keyboard before looking up at your monitor, making sure everything looked well. “Oh, really?” you glance at your phone that was prompted up against your book, displaying your side profile to the boy that sat on the other side of the screen, a small chuckle leaving your lips at the boy's words. “I’m telling you, it means good luck or something,” your best friend tries to reason after finding a random ladybug on his shoulder. He thought it meant good luck and the day never seemed to prove him wrong. He even got an A+ on a test he didn’t even study for! “Sure hyunwoo..” your head shakes at his innocence, powering off your monitor since you were done with your homework for the night, moving your phone so it was placed right in front of you.

“Wait.. can you see me well?” you wave your hand in case your video call decides to lag, leaning back against your chair so hyunwoo could see you better. “Yeah, you look fine,” he shoots a thumbs up, before placing his chin on the back of his hand, his eyes boring into the camera so it seemed like he was staring at you. “Anyways.. How was your day?” He looks intently like he was going to take notes for an exam, a small smile riizing as you always liked how hyunwoo gave you his undivided attention.

“Me? Hmm..” you think back to your day, although nothing much happened. “I finished my project early, which meant I had some free time to relax before my other load of homework, and to call you.” Hyunwoo smiles at being mentioned in your tight schedule, lifting his head to get a sip of his water. “How is school doing? Anything too hard?”

“Nah, it's nothing difficult. Just a lot of it that it kinda makes me forget how to breathe,” you chuckle, laying your cheek on your desk as a yawn leaves your lips. “You must be tired,” he quietly observes, tracing your laid down figure with his eyes. He wished he was in your room, laying you down onto your bed and gently draping a soft blanket over your warm body. You’ve done so much this year, and the only thing hyunwoo wants is for you to close your eyes, rest and recharge your mind for the next day. “I’m okay though,” you hum, a small smile on your face although your eyes were feeling a bit heavy.

“Oh?” 

You hum again, closing your eyes so you could hopefully open them at the next second, but it felt hard, as if your eyelids were glued together. Hyunwoo chuckles, “you should get some rest, though.” your best friend was almost tempted to turn off the call so you could get some quiet time, but seeing how peaceful you looked, he didn't want to leave you. So he brings his phone closer to his lips, whispering more about his day although he was sure you couldn't hear him, but he knew how much you liked his comforting voice.

“Hey..” he whispers your name after a while, hearing nothing but soft snores on the other line. He thinks back to the ladybug earlier today and how it gave him good luck, using that superstition to guide him into the words he never thought he would say in front of you. “I love you.. More than a friend.” Another smile curls the tips of his lips before whispering ‘good night’ into the mic, finally turning off the call, while wishing you have good dreams. Dreams filled with pretty skies and joyful smiles, maybe even a ladybug or two.

#yuvie events! #yuvie valentine's! #xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #xikers fanfiction #xikers reactions #xikers x reader #xikers scenarios #xikers hyunwoo #xikers headcanons #fluff hyunwoo #hyunwoo x reader #choi hyunwoo #hyunwoo #xikers soft thoughts #xikers soft hours

[not-your-teddy-bear]

forever flowers

pairing : myoui mina x reader

summary : mina loves flowers and hates that they die.

warnings : none; fluff

requested : naur <3

notes : cross-posted on ao3 (yourteddybear)

"I hate flowers," she had said. Standing in front of a quaint little hole-in-the-wall flower shop, it seemed like an out-of-the-blue statement from your girlfriend.

"I thought you loved them," you replied. "I've gotten them for you every anniversary, so this is kinda awkward."

"No, I-" she chuckled at your joke, lame as it was, "I love flowers, I just hate that they die."

"Well, I can't really control death, hun."

"I know, but..." she drifted off. "I just wish there was a way to preserve them forever. I mean, look at those flowers," she gestured to the beautifully arranged carnations and bouquets, "they'll wilt tomorrow, lose their beauty."

No more was said, the two of you walking off further into the night market, but looking at Mina's side profile, her oddly melancholic expression, you began formulating a plan. So maybe you couldn't control death, but that wasn't going to stop you from making Mina's day.

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The ring of the doorbell broke Mina out of her thoughts. Ever since your date to the Cheongdam-dong night markets, you had been acting weird. When you would usually call her to say goodnight, she only got a brief sleep well text, and when you would update her with pictures of your day, she only got a selfie in your car now and then.

Safe to say, Mina was worried.

So, when she looked through the peep hole and saw your bright, familiar face looking well-rested and happy, all the muscles in her body unconsciously untensed.

"Hi." Mina would be lying if she said your charming smile and soft voice she had missed so much didn't bring butterflies to her stomach, even after all these years.

"Hi." A beat. "You didn't tell me you'd be coming over."

She saw that familiar flash of mischief in your eyes and immediately knew she was in trouble. "Why? Do you have someone over?"

A sigh and the rolling of eyes, followed by Mina stepping aside to let you in. She turned away from you as you walked through the threshold, but you had caught a glimpse of that small smile she tried so desperately to hide.

"I have something for you," you said, as you followed her into the living room. "You'll love it. Probably."

"You got me something?"

"Yes."

"Why? What did you do?" Mina was joking, she trusted you completely, but the sudden gift after a week of almost no communication was admittedly suspicious.

"Nothing. Can't I just get my beautiful girlfriend a present?" You revealed the bouquet from behind your back, and delighted in Mina's surprised look.

"You said you loved flowers but hated that they died. Well, here are some flowers that will never die. I call them, "Forever Flowers"."

Mina didn't speak for at least a minute, but you weren't worried. You knew she was a woman of few words, and, not to brag, but it was a pretty good gift.

"Honey? Earth to Mina."

"You..." she started, before she tackled you in a hug.

"Woah, careful there. Wouldn't want to break your flowers. That would kinda be counterproductive." You tried to shield the LEGO flowers from the crushing embrace, but she never let up.

"Thank you." It was said so softly, you almost didn't catch it."

"You're welcome," you said. "I mean, if I knew you'd be this excited over some LEGO flowers, I would've gotten them for you earlier." Unfortunately for Mina, you had this habit of ruining sentimental moments with stupid jokes.

"It's not really about the flowers," she replied. "They're beautiful, don't get me wrong-"

"I was almost incredibly offended." She pretended to be annoyed by your teasing, but you both knew she secretly loved it.

"As I was saying," she began again, "no one has ever done something this thoughtful for me."

It became quiet again. Neither of you said anything, because you saw the vulnerability on Mina's face. Throughout the course of your relationship, it was rare for Mina to be completely open. She had assured you it wasn't because she didn't trust you, or that she had any secrets to hide, but still, she never really shed light on her life before you.

Without a word, you leaned in and kissed her. Your lips moved in harmony, as you hoped to convey all your feelings, your hopes and dreams for a future together where you could continue to be the thoughtful partner she deserved.

"Any time, love."

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[0x1addictsong]

The Tale of Tea～♡

5. My hands aren't working

Fei : Did you locked the cafe before going to

home?

Hyong : Yup I did it :-)

After reaching her apartment, she felt as if she was carrying a luggage on her back. She got freshen up & went to her lovely bed after spraying the room freshener everywhere.

Having problem with sleeping was common for her, so she tried almost every kind of solution. At the end she realised, soft smell & slow music is what she needs.

Fei : Ok good💙

Wait, did you message him?

Now, she didn't want to remember about that. The problem with taking steps in any kind of relationship got the best of her. No matter if it's friendship or anything else.

Hyong : Message who?

Fei : ....😑

Don't act dumb. You know what i mean.

Hyong : I don't?

At this stage, she was terrified. Didn't know if it's right to message him or not.

Fei : Just message him bro. Your Romeo would've been waiting for the whole day.

Hyong : He isn't my Romeo...

Now she was rolling on her bed while making small noises.

"There should be something to escape this situation." She said in muffled voice to herself, being entangled in her duvet.

Fei : Whatever he is to you🍿, just message him.

Hyong : My hands aren't working properly

¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯ I'll just leave it today.

Fei : Your hands are working to give excuses? Just do it or I'LL DO IT tomorrow.

Good night🌚

"God she's so stubborn." She whispered while wishing her good night.

Taking the piece of the paper from the table, she almost got lost in thoughts.

"Just do it already Hyu."

She sat down on her bed, duvet still entangled in her feet & searched his profile. After taking tons of deep breaths, she tapped the MESSAGE option.

Imalo$er : Hi...?

She threw her phone to corner of her bed, squirming & hiding her face with her palms even though, no one was looking at her pink flushed cheeks. (Except me | ͡ᵔ ﹏ ͡ᵔ |)

The sound of notification made her flinched & she got nervous like hell. She slowly crawled to the corner of her bed & took the phone in her hand.

illusion_05 : Took you enough time

Just in case, if you wanna know how did she look that time. She was redder than a tomato.

Once she was done collecting the courage, she typed.

Imalo$er : I was busy.

illusion_05 : btw you don't seem like a loser to me 👀

"Ugh, he's too much to handle." She threw her head on the headboard before deciding what to write without sounding defeated.

Imalo$er : Cuz I'm not...? It's just a song.

illusion_05 : Well good for you miss Hyo, see you tomorrow 👋

She didn't want to accept the fact that she wanted to chat more, but her ego stood in front of her. Deciding to spend some hours watching TXT's funny moments, she shrugged her thoughts off.

"Maybe this can divert my mind." She sighed.

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Kinda short but i'll try adding more from next time. If you see any mistakes feel free to share

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Synopsis : Hyong was a normal graduated girl who was living her boring life in Vietnam, working in a café with her co worker & best friend Fei. Being uninterested in everything, she suddenly grew curious about this one wierd guy, who always used to come at the café, at an exact time, & would order a tea, wearing all black, showing nothing but just his eyes. Where will Hyong's curiosity for the stranger take her? (Or not really a stranger...?)

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[doesromandoart]

The Eclipse

#TTS is ending TONIGHT guys #the finale is airing in uhh #6 and a half hours I believe #yeah I'm not ready #anyways I felt like I HAD to draw something before the episode dropped #kinda wished I didn't go for a front-facing profile #becausse Im not good at them #BUT it's too late #and anyways I think this turned out ok #tts #tts spoilers #plus est en vous #tangled the series #tangled rapunzel #tts Rapunzel

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

masterlist ♡

“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

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[dourpeep]

OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

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[love-amihan]

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CRUSH // INUMAKI TOGE

amihan's note: oh god this is so embarrassing, some of this may or may have not how i acted towards my crush, out here exposing myself- bear with my humiliations i bought upon myself, happy reading!

summary: modern au wherein you have this crush on inumaki toge and you cannot function right whenever he's around. what can i say? he just takes away your words with his mere existence 🥴✋

crush!toge x gn!reader

the first time you noticed him was when he accidentally bumped to you yes it's cliche i know shhh

your friend happen to know him! would you look at that, luck's on your side

but it was a mistake asking your friend, yuta

he won't stop teasing you whenever toge's around

saw him passing by? yuta pokes your side and starts calling for toge, "toge c'mere!" then off you go to 'meet' your teacher to talk about that non-existent project you were gonna have.

your actions didn't go unnoticed by toge

he even joins yuta for the fun of it

oh you're having a good day? let's ruin that and make you humiliate yourself:

you inform your friends that you're having a great time so far, currently munching on your food happily.

all the stress gone along with the projects and homework that was piled up. until yuta thought it would be fun to ruin your streak.

he apparently just so happen to tell toge, out of all people, that it's alright to have lunch on your table.

surprise, surprise, the only available seat was beside you. "you little shit" you glare at yuta sitting across you who have the biggest smile on his face.

you gulp nervously as toge takes the seat beside you, "hey, i hope you don't mind" his soft voice making you feel fuzzy inside, oh that dreamy voice of his.

yuta gets all giddy, he chuckles at your state. he really thinks this will be the good time to introduce you, like c'mon you haven't even got time to fix yourself properly!

you're still recovering from the all-nighters you pulled. "i'm sure y/n is more than okay to have you here~"

yuta gestures to you, "l/n y/n, inumaki toge" toge turns to you smiling sweetly, "nice to meet you" he holds out a hand.

your throat becomes dry, looking back at him, trying not to look away because goddamn he looks good, who gave him the right?!

you snap out of your daze when you hear yuta's snickers, you feel heat rushing up your cheeks.

subtly rubbing your sweaty palm on your uniform before shaking his hand, "y-yeah, nice to meet you."

you mentally slap yourself for stuttering, quickly letting go of his hand and going back to your food. doing your best to pretend your crush is not beside you also eating his lunch.

after that faithful day, toge never fails to tease you with your little crush on him

oh did i forget to mention he's your classmate?

on top of that, you didn't even know how it ended up with having him as your seatmate

you can't help but give him side glances whenever the lesson starts

he will always catch your eyes on him making him smirk a little

one time, he straight up turns to face you staring right into your eyes small smile on his face, you squeak turning your head to the side quickly. you hear him chuckle at this before going back to writing down his notes.

if you're wearing glasses;

he playfully flirts with you if the teacher gives you a little break. he will nonchalantly pull your glasses off your face and try it on.

"woah, kinda high but not so far from mine" he said while scrunching his nose cutely. let's just say he wears contacts

he cocks a brow at you still wearing your glasses, "you think i suit this frame?" you nod your head hesitantly, looking away, face feeling hot.

"need my glasses please," you manage to mumble out. he chuckles nevertheless giving your glasses back.

there's this event on your school wherein toge was pulled from the sea of students

making him the center of attention, it was the usual event that the school hold every year wherein they teach you about relationships and such.

"what about you, young man?" the host points at toge's direction after giving a heartfelt speech about relationships.

"come and join me," your eyes zeroes on toge as he stands beside the host hands on his back, looking all polite and kind.

"anyone you fancy in these school?" the host puts his mic in front of toge gesturing at the crowd, toge smiles after getting the question.

"yes," a simple answer that have you a little disappointed because damn you're wishing that's you.

the host's smile gets wider, "oh we have a lucky one, such a fine handsome young man they would have."

the host continues the event letting toge go back to his seat after the little interview.

'indeed, lucky them' you thought to youself.

however, before toge could sit down. his eyes locks with yours, your breath hitch and busy yourself with your id looking at it like it's the first time you've seen it. yuta laughs at your crisis and shakes his head "you're hopeless."

yuta most likely forced you to have the courage to hit that follow button

you know what happened next? only a few seconds passed, he already accepts your follow request

of course, you come and check his profile right after

there's also that day when you encourage yuta to send a message to his crush

but yuta got an idea of making this fair for the both of you

he really likes the idea of you and toge working out

this is a great opportunity to push you towards him

he tells you to send a message to toge, so that it would be equal for you two

how stupid of you to agree with this boy

as soon as you hit send, you toss your phone to yuta wanting the floor to open up and just fall down on the bottomless pit

yuta gasp loudly seeing the response

he smacks your stomach which was closest in his reach and shoves your phone to your face, laughing loudly.

you: hey, i just wanna tell you that you're really smart and i can't help but also admire your pretty handwriting :>>

inumaki.mp3: oh thank you, thought you would compliment my face considering you stare more to it ;DD

your mouth hangs open looking back to yuta who's still laughing

to say that you're embarrassed and not wanting to exist right at this moment would be an understatement

last embarrassment for this headcanon

yuta just loves messing with you

there's this sports event in school wherein lots of students gets a chance to have an excuse to take picture with their crush if u're from philippines u know the feels

yuta takes this chance to get you one, of course he's that great of a friend like that

a little context for this, there's this kind of like a party for the students to enjoy after the long sports week that happened. with deejay and all plus the loud music blasting! -well our school provides one i dunno bout urs-

toge's sweating slightly after getting out of the crowd, still laughing from the little showdown they had in the center of the little crowd his friends gathered.

this day of the sports week is definitely his favorite part, his friends pats his back as they shout to each other over the loud music.

staying back where it's more calm and less people compare up in front where the students are jumping up and down restless.

yuta happen to pull you out just in time of finding toge with his friends chatting. he grins at you, you look back at him scared not knowing what's going on.

he drags you to where toge's group are standing, once you arrive you bite your bottom lip eyes widening after seeing toge.

you begin to turn on your heel and just straight up ditch yuta, however, luck's not on your side today. "togeee~!" yuta shouted patting his shoulder.

toge turns and sees yuta, smile still on his face. his eyes widens in recognition, "oh yuta!" he nod at him.

he moves his gaze to your back seeing you're about to flee the scene. yuta pulls you back making you face toge, "you remember them right?" toge nods giving you a smile.

you quickly look away, palms already sweating. your mind working on how to kill yuta in so many possible ways, "they wanna take picture with you, if that's alright?" yuta asked waving his phone, your plan scratching to killing him right now.

before toge could reply, his group of friends notices the little interaction and teases him.

"oh what do we have here?" nobara looks at the scene with a knowing smile, yuta pushes you to stand beside toge readying his camera.

yuji whistles seeing you two together, "c'mon~ put your arm around them!" yuji ushers, as toge's friend cheers in the background.

toge looks at you, his smile comforting you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. you inhale deeply from your nose, trying to calm down yourself.

"smile for the camera!" yuta shouted having fun with this as he clicks away on his phone capturing every moment. yep, you're definitely gonna kill him later.

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[shania-twain]

au. the met.

She caught his eye from across the way. He was leaning against a column, looking at her curiously.

Used to men staring at her, she quirked a brow at him and he shook his head slightly, looking away. His cheeks were pink from embarrassment. She found that a little endearing. Usually men didn't give a shit if they were caught ogling her.

Amanda is enthusiastically greeted by her friend Lara with a kiss on the cheek and a friendly hug. Over Lara's shoulder, she spots the tall man again. He's turned slightly and she takes the opportunity to study his side profile, her interest piqued. A quick glance to his hands to check for a wedding ring and she's excited to find it bare. His hair is gray, but she likes the silver fox look. Face clean shaven, body lean and a lopsided, closed mouth smile.

"How are you liking the gallery so far? Isn't it neat?" Lara interrupted her thoughts and Amanda tried to focus on her friend. "Find any pieces you like?"

"I like most of 'em," she answered with a small shrug. Her first time at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City was uneventful, as she wasn't the biggest fan of art pieces. Though she chalked it up to never having been to a real museum like this and her parent's lack of interest in taking her and her sister anywhere cultured.

Her friend Lara dragged her here with a promise to return her to her hometown in Georgia "a sophisticated lady." She had scoffed at that, but agreed to go, glad to have a reason to dress up nicely.

With it being her last night in New York, she wanted to have a nice dinner and then maybe a bar afterwards with a group of her friends from college. They had been at the museum for nearly an hour and she was ready to go. She could use a drink after another full day of activity. She was really dreading the flight home tomorrow.

"Hey," Lara told her, taking her out of her thoughts. Her friend probably sensed her discomfort by the way she had her arms crossed, but really she was just chilly. "Let's go say goodbye to Steven and then we can get an early dinner. Sound good?"

Amanda nodded, smiling pleasantly as Lara began to lead her over to a friend of hers she had been introduced to earlier. Catching the gaze of the stranger again, she watched him curiously this time. He doesn't look away, even goes so far as to send her a small, friendly grin, dimples in his cheeks. She thought he was damn adorable.

She briefly wished she was alone so she could approach him without ditching her friend.

She watched him try and smoothly break their gaze by pretending to be interested in a painting nearby. She let out a laugh as he placed his large hand on his chin, feigning contemplation on the artwork. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her smile flirtatiously at him. He swore his heart jumped at the sight.

She was beautiful. Sexy in every way. Her long legs were accentuated by red heels. She wore a white dress that complimented her figure and hugged her curves. His eyes didn't miss the plunging neckline either. Her hair was golden, styled on her head and flowing in waves down her back. She was elegant, classy, and had a smile as bright as the sun.

Noticing that she seemed to be leaving with a girl friend, he felt himself moving toward the exit. He hoped to have some sort of interaction with her, somehow.

He found her outside the museum, shivering, her friend nowhere to be found. Taking a deep breath, he casually walked up to her.

"Hi," he said, trying not to sound too eager. He was shoulder to shoulder to her, though she was a tad bit shorter than him in the heels.

She glanced up at him, a surprised look on her face. He felt his own face flush at the delighted smile on her lips. She detected an accent from him, a smidge different from the regular New York one she had been hearing for days. "Hi," she said.

She had a deep southern accent. It may have been the first time he ever thought it was adorable. He may already be a little biased, though.

"Did you friend ditch you?" He looked around and didn't find the other woman she had been with.

"Nah, she's still inside," she said, gesturing behind her to the building. "Ran into someone. I told her I'd wait out here."

He smirked at her slightly bouncing in place, clearly freezing. "Ya regrettin' that?"

"I'm fine," Amanda defended, rocking on her heels now.

Sonny found himself taking off his jacket and offering it to her. She raised both eyebrows so high, he almost laughed.

"Thanks, but you're a stranger."

He held the jacket over one arm, holding out his hand to her. "I'm Dominick, nice to meet you."

When she took his hand and shook it, she shivered for a different reason. His hold was light, hand warm, his eyes gentle and soft on hers. "Amanda."

Letting go of her hand, he offered his jacket again with a dimpled grin. "Now we're not strangers. Take it while you wait, it's fine."

She still looked doubtful but she did grab it. She was shivering in front of this handsome man and it was embarrassing. "I didn't know it could be so cold in April." As she slipped the large jacket over her shoulders, she gave him a look. "Sure you're not a serial killer?"

At his nod, she left the jacket on, eyeing his professional suit underneath. His blue tie had polka dots on it and she got the sense that he wasn't like the guys she was usually attracted to. "I'm a criminal prosecutor."

Impressed, she lifted a brow again. "So you've been in the room with serial killers?"

He laughed and she found herself mesmerized with the sight of his eyes crinkling. "Not very much, I usually prosecute sex crimes."

"Oh, wow," she said in surprise, "that's gotta be a damn hard job."

"It is," he said honestly. "What do you do?"

She tugged his jacket closer to her, smelling the cologne inside of it. "I'm a social worker. I help kids in difficult domestic situations at home. Among other things."

Her eyes held something dark in them, he noticed, as she told him this information and he thought maybe she could find the same darkness in his. She stepped closer to him, excusing it for the body heat and not the way he smelled and the way he looked at her. Like she was something more. As if she could offer something more than just a body.

"That's incredible," he smiled, "you must be a hero to those kids."

She shook her head humbly. "They're amazing kids. It's wonderful to see kids in awful situations thrive despite the odds against them."

Amanda couldn't believe she was opening up in any way to this man. A stranger, no less. But she figured he could understand, as he's probably seen troublesome things in his own line of work.

"Anyway," she tried to lighten the subject, "back home people don't believe in these kids enough. I want to help them as much as I can."

Smiling softly at her, he asked, "where's home?"

"Georgia," she answered, waving her hand, "small town."

"Amanda!" A voice called out and she turned to see Lara waving at her from the entrance, the person she had been talking to still at her side. Amanda waved back and turned her attention back to Dominick.

"I think she wants me over there," she told him. She started sliding the jacket off but he stopped her.

"Keep it," he said, "I have plenty, trust me."

"Oh, no, I'll be fine," she reassured. He was about to tell her again not to worry about it when her friend walked up.

"Hey," Lara said, looking him up and down. "Who's this?"

"Lara, this is Dominick," Amanda introduced, "we kinda just met."

"Oh," Lara blinked, then when she realized Amanda was wearing the man's jacket, the woman's eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Yeah," Amanda deadpanned, slightly amused. Lara caught the hint Amanda was giving with her eyes and gestured back to her friend. "I'm gonna - forgot to tell them something."

Dominick watched her friend walk away, also amused. He didn't catch Amanda taking something out of her red wallet.

"Hey, so," Amanda said, capturing his attention again. Her eyes were gorgeous. Light, bright pools of blue he could drown in. "I'm actually leaving for Georgia tomorrow."

Ah, damn.

He couldn't even pretend to hide his disappointment. He really thought he might have had a chance with her. Or at least even one date.

"But," she said, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling at his obvious disappointment. "I'll be coming back for a visit pretty soon. Maybe you can show me around?"

Grinning widely at her, Dominick enthusiastically agreed. Amanda could feel butterflies swarm inside her at his excitement. She had never encountered a man quite like him before.

"Amanda, you ready?" Lara called again, from a distance, this time alone. Amanda sighed as she had to part with him, wanting to know more about him but she had made plans already with others.

"It was great meetin' you," she told him in her charming accent.

"Yeah," he stumbled over his words, not quite ready to let her go yet. But he knew he had to. "Yeah, definitely."

She smiled brightly again, taking his jacket off and handing it to him. He took it numbly. "Call me." He watched her walk away, hips swaying, heels clacking against the pavement as her and a friend got into a cab further down the street.

It wasn't until she was out of his sight that he realized he didn't have her number. Cursing to himself, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why didn't he get her last name? Why?

How many Amanda's in Georgia could there be?

Grumbling, completely irritated, and feeling like a moron, he put his jacket back on. He harshly shoved his hands in his pockets when he felt something in his left pocket. Taking it out, he noticed with extreme delight it was a business card.

Amanda Rollins - Social worker. With a phone number at the bottom.

He smiled.

#oof this was a LOT longer than I intended it to be #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #rollisi #law and order svu #svu #another photoset WOW

[girlindelusionn]

sooo, i've wrote this little concept/short story after this video right here and since i havent been active i thought i should post it

btw that youtube channel is amazing and you should totally check out their playlist, this one is called "running away with your lover that you were told to stay away from while it's raining"

and here's what i've wrote:

Today was the day.

Flowers, pretty lights, important people and a big cake. We had it all. All the ingredients for what should be one of the best days in our life. Soft music, my parents, king and queen, full of joy to be finally witnessing the wedding of their only son. Prideful smiles, jokes and glasses of wine danced through the big garden where everything was going to happen.

I was alone, in a corner, feeling just like the clouds above us. Grey. Enjoying the invisibility that the simple dark dress that I had chosen, gave me. Did I choose it to keep a low profile? Avoid the chats with people I didn't know nor care about? Or was I mourning the love that never happened like it should? The same one that in a couple hours for now would be over for ever? I knew we didn't stand a chance. I knew we were just young and in love.

Absurdly in love. The kinda love that destroys you when it's gone. The kinda love that feels like the only emotion that rules through your veins when your person, your savior, your most precious treasure is around. But what was it all for? Us to end up this way? They all say that you should just trust the universe. 'Things will work out eventually' they assure you. But they're not sure, they can't be.

And I could go on and on. Ranting, screaming, crying. About all the things that aren't right, about how you and I belong together. How we are meant to be. But you know that, you're the only one that does.

And when they ask us to go sit in our places, telling us that the ceremony was about to begin the only thing I could think about was tonight.

"I don't want this to feel like a goodbye, love" you say, holding me a little tighter to the point I could not longer tear our heartbeats apart. Both fast, feeling almost like the ticking of a clock. "It's not a goodbye..." you whisper, pain in your voice.

"I'm afraid it is"

"It doesn't have to be" you argue.

"I want more than kitchens at midnight, secret gardens and stolen stares, darling." I say, not sure if I should have. Round my fingers trough your arms and your skin feels soft after my touch, familiar. And, even though I did not tell you, I was trying to memorize you.

Silence fills the floor of the kitchen where we lay. But I know you felt the same way.

"Do you really want to lead?" I finally ask. That makes you slip out of my arms, a little because the candle we were using was almost ending and we needed a new one, but mostly because that was a conversation to have face to face. I watch you get up and light the new candle, your movements were graceful, delicate, only illuminated by moonlight and wishes. You sat in front of me, in your eyes only fear and love. And the illicit question:

In the end, which one would be stronger?

"I don't know what I want anymore."

"We can be free, darling" I gave you what I hope wasn't our last kiss and wiped the tear that fall out of your face afterwards "you just have to say the word and we're out of here"

But that was just lovers' promises.

Enchanted by the moment, by your eyes, your touch, and the impossible possibility of a life with you. A real one. But today was the day. Everyone was here, and the flowers and lights kept laughing at me. Calling me naive. And the worst part? They were probably right.

The music started and I knew that was a bad sign. Watched my brother, soon to be king, walked the aisle with mockery and highness. I know that power and royalty were the only things in his mind at the moment. He never loved you. At least not like I do. You could see it in his bored eyes, in how his heart stayed in his chest when you came out wearing that white dress.

And you? You were beautiful. Looked just like an angel. You glowed, filled the room with magic even with that fake smile in your face. We crossed eyes and for a second I thought that that was the end of me. My heart skipped a beat, or a couple, and even if your smile wasn't, mine was genuine. You looking at me was a reason enough to smile. Even if that was the last time you did.

But then your eyes left me and went to him. Your future husband. The future king. And I felt so empty that I had to close my eyes and recompose myself before I break. I didn't hear the rest of the ceremony, I couldn't stand to look at you trying to look at him the same way you look at me.

Fear had finally won. Ironic, isn't it? Wedding days are supposed to be about love.

But then... everyone gasped and I had to start listening again.

"I can't..." it was the only thing that left your mouth. Two words and I felt alive again. "I'm sorry, I can't." you repeated yourself several times in the eyes of what could've been your kingdom. And before anyone could really understand what was happening you took my hand and dragged me out of that place.

We ran under the rain to the back of the castle, the place when the forest starts. And there was a horse prepared. You planned this, there was a bag with clothes and things we might need. You wanted to run away with me. And even though that was all I needed to prove that you loved me just as much as I did I had to ask one more time.

"Are you sure about this?"

"You..." for a moment you stopped trying to tie the bag to the horses saddle and look right into my eyes "... are the only thing I'm sure about." and then you smiled at me. For real this time. And that was enough.

More than enough.

So as my arms tight around your waist while we ride through the forest we can only burst into laughter. Tears of joy mixing with the pouring rain. And the sudden realization that we were finally home.

And when they'll tell our story, cause it's too good not to. We'll be the ones with a happy ending. We will be the two crazy princesses who fell in love. The two crazy princesses who run away. The two crazy princesses who are finally free.

#cottagore #wlw #lgbt

[jemmydoolz]

Edgar Has Always Been Kind of a Bitch

hi okay so it's a little after midnight but I'm posting a fic rn bc it's the first fic I've written in like,, a yr and a half and also I'm rlly excited abt it??

anyway battle buddies/fahc jeremwood angst based on ramblings in a gc

(warning for minor assault implications at the beginning, and brief mentions of a suicide attempt at the end)!!!

Fiona and Gavin decide that what Jeremy needs is a night of bevs, and, to put it simply, get wasted, so the crew settles on going to a club that Friday. Jeremy only has one or two drinks, but boy does he get fucked up.

Ryan’s sitting and talking with Geoff and Jack in a booth, sipping a diet coke. He looks over Jack’s shoulder to see Jeremy standing at the bar with a much taller, more intimidating man looming over him. The guy reaches out toward Jeremy, who leans away from the touch. Jeremy nervously laughs and his eyes frantically dart around for someone, anyone who might be able to help him.

“Hello? Earth to Ryan?” Jack waves her hand in front of Ryan’s face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah. sorry. Hey, um, I’m gonna go home, I’m just not really feeling great,” Ryan murmurs as he slides out of the booth, already heading toward Jeremy.

“Um, alright, I guess? Drive safe,” Jack calls after him.

Ryan speeds up when he sees the man grab Jeremy’s arm. Jeremy’s face flipped through a thousand emotions at once when he saw Ryan approaching, but eventually landed on confused but grateful. He gave Jeremy a look that said just go with what I’m about to say.

“Hey, babe,” Ryan says. The man immediately drops his grip on Jeremy’s arm. Jeremy does his best not to choke on his own spit when he hears the word babe come out of Ryan’s mouth. He hadn’t heard it in so long, and he didn’t think it would still hurt so much.

“Oh, hey!” Jeremy turns to Ryan and reaches up to peck him on the lips. “Where’d Edgar go? It’s his birthday, I figured he would wanna hang out with his friends!”

Fuck. Mentioning something about their friend ‘Edgar’ was always code for I don’t feel good about this, let’s leave. Edgar’s birthday meant I’m having a panic attack, I need your help. Ryan wanted to punch the guy that was practically feeling Jeremy up. No—he wanted to fucking kill that bastard. He and Jeremy may have had a severe falling out, they may have suffered years of heartache and longing, but he still felt responsible to make sure Jeremy was safe.

“He said he kinda wanted to go home. He went to the bathroom while I found you. You, uh, just about ready?” Ryan’s eyes flitted between Jeremy and the other man, who cleared his throat and mumbled something about needing to go find his friends before walking off.

Jeremy and Ryan both sigh in relief once he’s gone.

“Wanna head outside for some fresh air for a minute?” Ryan asks, getting a meek, obviously shaken-up nod in return.

Jeremy says something that Ryan can’t quite hear over the music as they walk outside.

“Hm?”

“Oh, nothing. It was dumb.” Jeremy shakes his head. Ryan has had enough experience to know that it was better to just leave it alone. They both wordlessly come to a stop and lean against the wall of the building a few yards from the door. Almost as if they had been working as partners for years. They spend a few minutes saying nothing, watching people on the street, looking at the stars in the sky. Ryan can’t help but study the intricacies of Jeremy, realizing that so many things have changed, but somehow almost nothing about him is different. Jeremy’s hair is just a tad bit more grown out than it ever was at the agency (also, it’s bright purple and orange, which is not exactly the most appealing color combination, but that’s a topic for another day), but he still runs his hands through it when he’s lost in thought. It’s curlier than it used to be, but maybe that’s just because it’s longer. He still clenches his jaw so hard it seems like he’s going to break his teeth when he’s scared. He still wears a tank top under his shirt, no matter how hot it is outside. His eyes still crinkle at the corners when he lets out a bark of laughter that Ryan still swears up and down sounds exactly like a squeaky toy. He’s changed, though. Ryan can see in his eyes that he’s become aware of reality. He knows the responsibility he carries, the heavy consequences that come with his actions, that death is around the corner at every moment.

“D’you- d’you want me to take you home?” Ryan says barely above a whisper, but loud enough for Jeremy to hear. “You can go back inside if you want, but I know you always used to want to go home and be alone after Edgar shows up.” Jeremy lets out the tiniest breathy chuckle.

“Edgar has always been kind of a bitch, hasn’t he?” Jeremy says as he looks away from the sky to meet Ryan’s gaze, and his heart falls apart all over again for the thousandth time. That fond look of reminiscence and joy was one Ryan donned frequently at the agency. “I- Yeah. yeah. I’d really appreciate a ride home. I’m just a little too drunk to drive, I think.”

“Alright. I parked just down the street. Penthouse or your apartment?” Ryan hadn’t even noticed that Jeremy did seem somewhat tipsy; his Boston accent slipping in occasionally and his words slurring the tiniest bit.

“Um, apartment,” Jeremy says. “D’you rem-”

“Yes, I remember where your apartment is, Jeremy.”

It’s only a few minutes into the drive to the other side of town when Jeremy pipes up. “I honestly didn’t really expect you to help me. I didn’t expect you to remember Edgar, either. I dunno why I said it, I guess just vaguely hoping you would even though it’s been, what, three years?” he pauses for a moment and just takes in Ryan's profile. “I always hope you remember things from then. I know it went to shit, but we still had so much fun. We made so many memories and did so much dumb shit there. But I’m glad that stupid fuckin’ place collapsed. All of it was complete bullshit. I just wish it all fell apart before we did.”

Ryan doesn’t know how to respond. So he doesn’t.

“All those meetings I had to stay late for? Fuckin’ useless. They served no purpose, and I don't know why I was forced to go to them. I feel like the only reason I had to go to those meetings was because someone was hiding something from me. It was obvious that so many things were kept from us.” Jeremy stops for a second to try to will away the lump rising in his throat. “I thought you were cheating on me. For the longest time. I still don’t know whether you actually were. You were always out on ‘special missions’ and shit.”

The moment Ryan hears Jeremy let out a shaky breath his heart breaks.

“Was it me? Was I not good enough? I promise I tried my hardest to be what you needed. I’m sorry if I wasn’t. All I wanted was the best for you, Ryan. Even now, I just want you to be happy. If you're happier with someone else, then that’s what I want. I don’t blame you, though. I don’t deserve someone like you. You deserve so much better than me. I would do anything for you, Rye. We were together for so long. We did everything together! I thought I was gonna marry you. I was saving up money to get a ring. I guess I was too stupid to see that you didn’t want me anymore.”

Ryan looks over to see the tears staining Jeremy’s cheeks reflecting the soft orange glow of the streetlamps. Is this really what Jeremy thinks?

“I was so in love with you, Ryan Haywood. I’m- I’m still in love with you. I love you so goddamn much it hurts sometimes. Every time I see you hurt, upset, angry, anything other than healthy and happy my heart aches. I’m sorry I wasn't enough. I promise I tried. Fuck, I tried so hard.”

With every sob Jeremy lets out, Ryan's heart breaks just a little bit more. The short distance left until Ryan pulls up to Jeremy’s apartment building is spent wordlessly. Jeremy’s clambering out of the car and reaching to grab the door when Ryan speaks.

“Hey, Jer, do you want me to walk you up? I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’ve already been a pain in your ass tonight, I don't need to waste even more of your time. I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything.” Jeremy sniffles and wipes his cheeks, giving a half-hearted smile before shutting the door and walking away.

Ryan sits there for a second, unable to process fully what he just heard. He starts driving without even knowing where he was going, and he’s so lost in his thoughts that suddenly he’s sitting in his car in front of the boardwalk along the beach and crying. He can’t believe anything he was just told—there is no way in hell that the brilliant, witty, talented Jeremy Dooley ever doubts his worth. It’s jarring to think that part of it was because of Ryan. He was going on extra missions because the agency was growing more and more demanding. For months they tormented Ryan with the threat of kicking out Jeremy. They said they’d do other things to him that Ryan doesn’t want to remember. Why did Jeremy never bring it up? Why did he just accept that Ryan had ‘moved on?’ Their lives were so intertwined with one another that Ryan never felt truly whole again. The only reason Ryan went with the break up was that he saw how distant and cold Jeremy had gotten. Ryan had assumed that, for whatever reason, Jeremy had changed his mind. He hated it, he was devastated, but he didn't know how to fix it.

Ryan decides he doesn’t want to go back to the penthouse tonight. He pulls up to the nearest crew safehouse, and suddenly things click.

Jeremy had always struggled with bad self-image and depression. He had gone to Ryan for comfort, which he was always more than willing to give. Jeremy was doing better. At least he told Ryan he was.

Jack had mentioned a while ago that when Jeremy first joined the crew, she had found him after a suicide attempt and barely left his side until he recovered. The only reason for it Jack had told Ryan about was ‘emotional trauma from a past relationship, that he didn’t really want to talk about.’

Ryan did that to him.

Ryan did that to him.

Ryan made the love of his life want to die.

The pieces left of his heart fall into more shards than there are grains of sand in this world.

He collapses onto the couch inside, too exhausted to even get to the bed. He knows he’s not going to be able to sleep, though.

To: Geoff

Dropped Jeremy off at his place, he was pretty drunk though so check on him please

To: Geoff

I’m staying at kung fu safehouse for the night

#my fic #holy fuck #i did that !!! #thats a whole ass 1874 words babeyyy!!!!! #fahc #fahc ryan #fahc jeremy #fahc au #angst #battle buddies #fake ah ryan #fake ah jeremy #fake ah crew #fake ah au #minor suicide mention #suicide mention tw #ragehappy

[jojoreadwhat]

The Ballad Of Me & My Brain • The City | Mini Series / m.h. of The 1975 x OC

a/n; I’m just uploading work from my Wattpad archives (user: sunphazed) this is a series I was working on and stopped and I kinda have hopes to start it up again. Who knows? Anyways, enjoy xx

WARNING; this story in includes triggering materials

Matty's POV.

The steel blue of the night sky collided with the amber gold that reflected from the lustered glass lamp on my night stand. I lied there, my hands behind my head as my body sunk into the chilled sheets beneath me. I sighed. Grabbing my menthols from between the box spring and the bed. My mind swarmed in a cloud of thoughts. I sat up a bit, bringing the flame of my zippo to fag rested on my lips. It's glistening exterior, warming the profile of my face as I held it close. The crumble of the paper disintegrating when I inhaled, exhaling slowly as I watched the swirls of slated smoke. Cut through the spring breeze of the cracked window, moving like the sleep I needed but couldn't grasp.

I looked on, tracing out the room I have began to call home in the little matter of weeks. Cream, dingy walls that held the thoughts of the past human once staying here. My handy work at it's lowest. Small snippets of the bands that played out while on a aimless route to nowhere, poorly hanging over my dresser. To a Polaroid of my baby brother that I selfishly left behind. Only to know it would be best cause he doesn't need a bloke like me around.

Back home my room was a shade of baby blue that was beginning to fade from it's age. Large posters of Sid Vicious, Morrissey. My shitty handwriting on spiral book paper, of my writings or of the writers that helped me to stay existent. Where I stayed up all hours like now, pondering. Thinking of my next move.

Beginning to think about the life I was familiar with before Handforth. My mum paying a visit today was a bit overwhelming. Feeling my mum's red dipped hands draping over mine, watching her smile, radiantly. I missed her and her home cooked meals. All reassuring that she was trying to comprehend this. Keeping it together as she was ready to unravel and question this stale institution.

Mike didn't tag along which I didn't want to see him anyways. Louis was at secondary and I was glad. It was warming to hear that he was doing well, picking up lacrosse and my mum called him out on playing my records. I would have loved to see him, but I wanted him to remember the goods back home. Not having to explain why I left home to begin with.

They haven't gotten the full extent on why I ran away, at least not like Ms. Palermo has heard. Being that if I stayed one more day in Cheshire. The door to my room would've been cold, metal bars. So it was safe covering it up with the story of the 'divorce' and that school wasn't cutting it. I didn't want to watch my mum's unsure sensitivity knotted into her smile, worsen by my dismay. Like the way it did when I told her I didn't want to go home.

I took another long drag, feeling my cheeks dent and the inhale sugar coat my lungs. Running my fingers through my jet black mane. I roused, taking a few steps to my window as the thoughts progressed. I followed the constellation of streetlights outside my room, remembering how on nights like this. I'd be sneaking out the window of my room. Venturing out to the city and sneaking into clubs my fake ID would allow. Ending up back in my bed before my family noticed, sometimes ending up in the beds of others. Women preferably of course. Which reminded me.

My vision derailing to the same amber luminous glow scattered in mine. Coming through the glass panes of the room in west hall. Emma's room. She was casually sitting on her sill, aimless looking up at the sky and all of it's beaded stars. Seeing that she was doing the same as me, pondering as the smoke left her lungs and into the night air. Emma has been a key entertainment since I've settled here. Finding her and I sneaking into each others rooms. To listening on low the beat up records the center supplied in the common hall. Discovering that had bit more in common than shagging about in the janitorial

I admired Emma. Her brazen tude, the denim short skirts she wore. The visionary mind above her shoulders, that bleed out on crisp thick paper. Watching as her silver covered fingers clasped around charcoal, pursued something bright. Noticing from time to time as her handwork slowed and a shade of rouge painted her porcelain cheeks. Today was no different than before, as I admired her. But earlier crossed my mind again. Remembering that I hadn't seen her wandering after her visitors stop by.

As my mother talked about the neighbourhood and the Spring festival coming up this Saturday. I surpassed her as I watched the other table near by. Emma with her visitors. One deeming as her mother. The same shade of honey dipped blonde, mirroring the same beam that I seen on Emma. Adorned in a pretty flowy top over white capris and sandals. Talking as I could word out simple things like 'I'm fine' and 'Okay'. Catching up and probably hearing the same lecture I was getting.

I glanced over a few more times, I was beginning to notice the dark hair figure that accompanied her mum. Broad shoulders, a dirty hippy as some would say in his Stones shirt. Old ripped jeans and beat up sneakers. Possibly her dad but there was no baring resemblance when sitting next to her mother.

Questioning why she never made eye contact with the man. Instead looking like she was going to hurl, on the verge of combustion as her lip became a chew toy. Following Emma turning in and disappearing into the depths of her room. I wondered why she acted in this manner. Why her blatant aura was flattened and defeated. Then it hit me. I placed the last of my cigarette into the cup with a drop of water. Looking down at my Docs that I had intentions to kick off, soon be double knotted. Throwing on my leather overlay and headed out to her room.

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Emma's POV.

My mind was still trying to wrap around today. A visit that I awaited on Tuesdays. Once excited to see her. Now being replaced with a stab to my gut when she wasn't alone this time. Instead bringing the man that drove me away. Feeling myself in knots as he sat next to me, his eyes etching me out. Gazing at the clock for it to strike two so he could stop resting his viscous hand on my knee.

I thought she believed me. Specially when she told me that she made Frank leave after I confessed my reasoning for leaving. I thought I was noticing progress in myself, possibly even announcing that I wanted to come home. Something that I know she has been waiting to hear for months. Only to have that suggestion came to a immediate halt. I isolated myself in this room that was beginning to feel less safe as now my worst nightmare knew where I was.

Nothing being able to subside it, not even when I sat pretzel legged in front of the jimmied, handmade easel I built. With legs of a table I snuck in from Angry Andy flipping months earlier. Laces from my talking All Stars and nail polish that I remembered worked as an adhesive in my secondary Science course. I would've had half a portrait of a homeless man I seen on the street. Outlined and sketched, possibly shading in his evening shadow around his jaw. I never cried so much in the months I've been here like today. God, I was supposed to be making someone's life miserable than living in my own misery.

I grabbed the box of cloves in my shoes, misplaced under my bed. When the weakness of my limps felt like they had lifted. My feet met the carpet, suddenly rising again when I sat on my window sill. Gazing out at the night that had came upon rapidly than some before. Counting the cars that drove by when wishing on stars obviously didn't work for shit. I exhaled the sweet departure of the clove that lingered on my lips briefly. Cracking the pane a bit, as the smoke immediately evaporated within the gusts of Spring. I felt my shoulders slump as I sighed into another exhale.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow walking in front of the window. Of the room in south wing I found myself in from time to time. I had a feeling that Matty may have connected two and two together earlier on. Sometimes feeling his whiskey eyes on me as I began to feel small from the blue eyes stabbing at me like daggers. Matty knew a jist of my past, nothing extravagant but only enough to explain why I lied with him most nights.

He was learning though, just in the way his expression changed. When I met his gaze and all I wanted to do was cry. He knew this as that gaze trailed to my quivering lip that I was trying so hard to contain between my teeth. Or maybe he didn't? By this time, I would've heard the jiggle of my doorknob rotating. The boy with so many questions and seeking so many answers, seeing his figuration peering through the doorframe.

Eventually coming to conclusion that the casual fornication that Matty and I indulged in. Never amounted to anything past that line as he still looked out his window. Then again, that was my fault for wanting to feel different under the touch of someone else. I stood up from the window, with the clove still hanging from my lips.

Dragging my feet against the vomit colored gray carpet before towering over my dresser. Reaching into the top draw, pulling out the coral oversized shirt that could set out as a nightgown. Placing it on the top of it as I looked up at the mirror hanging on the wall. Taking my hair between my hands as I worked an upward motion to place it in a band.

That's when I heard the usual jiggle of the knob. My eyes meeting the boy dressed in black, head to toe as he entered my room lightly.

"Hey" He greeted little ways above a whisper. Holding up the door, there was something about this dark mass that crept up on me at night. His jet black hair, pushed back on top the center of his head. His leather jacket hanging steady over his broad shoulders, how his tee shirt and jeans hug properly over his build. Only wanting to tear each article off like the night before, because he looked so good and I was sick of it. But tonight, I wasn't much for it.

I looked away after I perfected a messy bun, shaking my head as I went to grab my shirt off the dresser. "I'm not in the mood." I remarked, a bit annoyed that he probably came here with those intuitions. I was wrong, profoundly.

"I'm not either." He replied, then.

My eyes meeting him again, following him as he trailed over to my closet. Noticing that he was bringing out my jean jacket. I placed my hands onto my dresser, my brow rising a bit. Watching as he stepped a bit closer, with a smirk paired with intentions I was oblivious to. "We're getting out of here." He stated, placing the jacket over my shoulders. Feeling the heat of his hands as they lingered above the fabric.

A rush of shock came over me, almost obliterated in the rush that consumed me. I wasn't sure if it was from the plan or the way it left his lips. My mouth went haywire, "W-what?" I questioned, then.

"There's cameras everywhere.... What if they notice us missing?" I began, then. My mind flooding because what if we couldn't come back after they had found us gone. Being taken out of my own thoughts when Matty placed his hands on mine that were moved in exaggeration with my talk.

Obviously the worry not consuming him like it did me. Matty's chuckled rippled softly through the amber lit room. I followed as he backed up, "You're worried about being caught?" He raised his brow at me. Feeling my cheeks warm from the slight memory of what he was talking about. I shook my head, prying my hands away, walking towards my bed.

"What about Ms. Astrich?" I spoke once more, before I spun to face him again. She was the supervisor at night, sitting at the front desk. Waiting for some sort of trouble made by the kids here. "Did you think about how fast I got here?" He mentioned, explaining that she was either asleep or off in another wing. Matty just happened to get by in good time.

"Why would I think that?" I exclaimed, folding my arms across my chest. "I seen you watching me." He noted, only to roll my eyes at how cocky he could be sometimes. Even if it was partially true, but I wasn't the only accomplice.

"You're a jerk." I remarked, my brows furrowing at him as he chuckled. "You were watching me too." Catching him off for a split second before he shrugged, "What's your point?" He questioned back. We were silent for a moment, looking everywhere else but each other as our thoughts spoke among us. Matty just sighed, breaking my train of thoughts when I noticed his dark silhouette heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, my hands dropping to my sides. "I'm going out, like I said." He replied once more. Feeling this sudden sting near my chest when he said that, still not understanding why. Only thinking about how this might be the last bit of conversation I'd have with him.

I peered out the window near us, biting my lip in the same moment. I hadn't stepped into Wilmslow in months. I felt that I had lost all direction that made me street smart. A part of me was my adrenaline overflowing. I wanted to do this, bathe myself under the moonlit sky and do anything that made me feel sane again. The other was the fear of what to actually expect, and the stress I felt earlier holding me back like a strap on a bed.

When I turned back to Matty, he was inches away from me now. The light of outside glistening against his face, watching it dance as he moved his hand near my cheek. Moving some of my hair behind my ear that had freed itself from my bun. "Do you trust me, Em?" Falling nonchalantly. I chuckled a bit at how loosely it did too. Only to be dumbfounded by my return of an answer.

"Yes." I replied, then. Meeting his eyes that swirled in rich golds and browns around his dark pupils. Finding a sincerity in them, something I never found in my lifetime. Knowing that I caught a grasp of it. "Come with me then." He said again.

I gazed at him as he watched me sit on the bed, grabbing my shoes from underneath. Admiring his expression as it relaxed, only displaying that he was nervous too. Not having much of an idea of what we were getting ourselves into.

"So," I said, jumping to my feet after I laced up chucks. Properly placing the jacket he rested on my shoulders, around my arms. "Where are we actually going?" I asked, as silence filled in the gaps between us. Waiting for some type of shrug to play off his toned upper body. I draped my crossbody over my chest. Looking back up at a smiling Matty, a smile that only implied that he knew exactly where we were heading now.

"The City."

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[sunnyborabora]

Back to you (Jaehyun x Reader)

You were once best friend but he left. Now that you are slowly but surely putting your life back together he is coming back, changed but still the same. As you are slowly falling back into his arm you can't imagine that he is drawing you into a world where rules are different and where mistakes are fatal.

Warning: Angst, Violence, mention of blood, mention of guns, kinda unhealthy relation ship?, smut (yassss) and fluff

It’s finally here! It took me a while and I am sorry but school is taking all my time and I was (still am) sick so I am slow. But I loved writting this! Jeahyun bias wrecked me hard djzvavdhdv I am low key in love with him now lol. It was supposed to be a bad boy Au... I tried my best but it kinda become a Mafia Au... Hope you’ll enjoy it ! Thank you for requesting! 

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The first time you met Jaehyun you just entered 1rst grade. It was a beautiful day and you were playing during the break with other kids in the little spot where there was sand in the play yard. You were slowly but surely building your sand castle very proud of yourself. As you were finally finished and proud you turned around to show it to your friend next to you but the moment you turned back your sand castle wasn't there anymore. It was just a weird wet heap of sand. You looked at your ruin of a castle, not understanding what just happened. You understood pretty soon, when a spurt of water hit your face. There was a boy, smirking at you, his water gun targeting your face. Did children were even allowed to have such toys ? You didn't know but you were ready to cry from frustration. You spent so much time building this, why could not he destroyed someone else sand castle ! Why was he so mean ? You were ready to leave when another boy came out. You were pretty sure that you fell in love at this very moment. Your prince in shining armor coming to your rescue. You didn't quite hear what he said to the other boy who just shrugged and ran off, probably ready to harass someone else with his water gun. He turned around to face you, smiling sweetly, giving you a hand to help you stand up. Jaehyun had always been the sweetest to you. He had always put upon himself to protect you, even after your first meeting. In middle school, you had become inseparable, spending your days together at school. He had become even sweeter and beautiful, and you were just falling deeper for him. You could not really imagine your life without him. Until high school. It has for sure been a complicated period for you as Jaehyun stopped talking to you. Not that you had an argument and that you were angry at each other. You just didn't have the same priorities. Jaehyun had changed, you of course changed too, and you both soon had nothing to do with each other. You had made other friends with who you spent a lot of time, you even had your first boyfriend, a sweet boy named Jooheon. But you couldn't help yourself thinking about Jaehyun. He was always in the back of your head, and when you happened to see him in high school, you were avoiding his look, and you were just running away. He for sure had changed a lot. Changing his flower boy look, to the total opposite. His jean jacket, the holes inside his jeans, his undercut, everything had changed. It's not like he had replaced you or anything, in fact except from a few friends and a bunch of girls running after him as soon as he was here, he was pretty much alone all the time. But it wasn't your business anymore. Or maybe it was and as a friend you should have asked what was happening ? Have you done something wrong ? But you stopped yourself every time you had those thought. It wasn't your fault, it was nobody's fault. It was just life. You make friends and sometimes you lost them. You indeed lost every contact with Jaehyun until your second year of college. You had successfully graduated from high school and you were ready to take over the adult world. College was way more full filing than high school for you as you were following design studies and you were really happy with them. You had almost forgotten about Jaehyun, living your own life on your own, until one day. You had been invited to a party and as you arrived with your friends you saw him. You recognized him right away even if he had nothing to do with the Jaehyun from high school. You could only see his side profile but you could tell he was one of the most handsome person you've ever seen. But you had to leave right now, you really didn't want to stay here and take the risk of him recognizing you, or worst, him not remembering you at all. But you were doomed and suddenly, the person he was talking with, Johnny a good friend of yours, saw you as you were already putting your coat back on, calling your name. And Jaehyun was looking at you, smiling sweetly, and you had the impression that you were in front of the sweet boy, back in first grade, who protected you from the monster with the water gun. You didn't watch him for long, concentrating all your attention on Johnny. « Hey Y/n baby what's up ? » You shrugged nodding your head as no sounds were coming out of your mouth. Yeah that was awkward. « Y/n this is Jaehyun, Jaehyun- -We know each other » Jaehyun had talk. When you raised your head to see him, he was looking into your eyes, his smile showing his dimple. He was breathtaking. His black hair parted in the middle as some strands were falling on his forehead was highlighting his beautiful eyes. « Me and Y/n, we know each other, right ? -Y-yeah we do » Johnny seemed surprised. « Really, since when ? -Since elementary school actually ! » Johnny looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face. « You've never told me you knew Jaehyun ? -Well I didn't know you knew him either and it's not like we are still in contact or whatever... » Johnny laughed but not Jaehyun. You finally succeded in leaving Johnny's side to go outside. You needed some air. Far away from Jeahyun and all the confused feelings that were harassing you at the moment. The goal of those parties were to have fun, get yourself drunk and hooking out with a good-looking human being. Definitely not being confused, low key happy, about your ex best friend arrival. Sadly it wasn't going to happen. « Y/n ! Wait ! » You were starting to feel overwhelmed and it wasn't a good thing. You were not an anxious person, or maybe you were but you always did everything to put away any stressful situation. This, all this was going hard on your feelings. « What do you want ? » Okay maybe that was a bit harsh but you didn't know how to act or what to say. « I just wanted to talk to you. Like what is my childhood friend doing ? Are you happy ? » You were expecting everything except this. « I am doing great thank you. And yes I am happy » You could do better than that. You just didn't want to. « What are you studying ? -Hum, I am a design student. -Do you like it ? » You nodded slowly, suddenly acknowledging something weird. « And you what are you studying ? » He seemed surprised about your question, as he was not expecting for you to start a conversation which was pretty much understandable if you thought about how you had replied to him before. « Hum, I am not a student. In fact, I am working » That was what you thought as you looked as the Rolex on his wrist that could probably pay your tuition and the very elegant and high quality fabric of his outfit. No student could afford that. « Oh, and what are you working in ? » He shrugged, as if he was used to peopling asking this. « You know, some business for a private company ». Used to answer and used to not tell the truth. You didn't say anything else tho. It wasn't your business and you didn't want to know more about Jaehyun or anything he was involved in. « So, why did you come to this party ? » He seemed taken aback by the fact that you were now willing to keep the conversation going. You may not want to know more about Jaehyun but the reason of his presence here was quite intriguing. « Johnny asked me to come for a bit. And then, ha no let it go.... -What ? What were you going to say ? -Don't take me for a creep please... -Too late. » He laughed, his laugh so clear and familiar, but also so far away in your memories. « I wanted to see you. What you had become you know. I was curious. We were best friend before. -Indeed we were. » There was more venom in that answer that you had wish for. Your pretty speech about being detached from the situation was far away. You sounded horribly salty. « I know... I wish I could tell you why... But I can't. -Tell me what ? You don't own me anything. » As you said this, you knew you were lying to yourself. Deep down you wanted him to explain why he had left you alone all those years ago. And why he was popping back in your life now... « I feel like I do. I left you alone. But I swear if I could explain to you why I had to stop seing you I would tell you everything. -I told you it wasn't important. -It is for me. But you know now. I am back in town and everything... » You raised your brow. Back in town ? « What do you mean ? -We could catch up ? Like I want to learn to know you again, the person you've become. » You were expecting this. But at the same time it didn't help loosening the shock a bit. « Why ? -Y/n, after all those years, I still have the same feeling as when we were kids. I like you, and I want to protect you. If I could scare of a bully that destroyed your sand castle I would do that again. » You laughed. « It was hard for me you know. I had to stop thinking about you at some point because it was to painful. In high school, when you were ignoring me, I felt like shit. Like suddenly I wasn't worth being your friend anymore. You made me feel so bad about myself. » He didn't say anything. You could see in his expression that he was shaken and sad. Shit, you just started your own pity party. « Don't say anything. High school is pretty shitty anyway. Now I feel good. And I feel good because I finally got over you. So you coming back, to « catch up » is the worst thing you could do to me » His mouth was gaping stupidly. This is when you decided that it was your time to leave. Fuck the party and the make out session, you were going to crawl on your couch to watch « The bride of the water god » for the thousand time. « No wait, please. Y/n, fuck... -What do you want again... -Please at least let me apologize. I didn't know it has been this hard -Of course, how would you know. We weren't talking to each other anymore. -I still was making sure you were okay. I mean, at school and everything, you thought I wasn't paying attention to you but it's not true... -Well you did a shitty job then » Here you were being petty again. « I would have preferred anything really. You should have told me that I wasn't interesting anymore, that you wanted new friends, that time was just making his work. You make me think that you were caring about me this all time is cruel. -But it's the truth. Sometimes I had wish I could have forgotten you. But it never happened. But now it's different. I am different. I am not in the trouble I was before. Now I am stable. My life is stable. -We were in high school ! What could have make your life so unstable that you had to leave me behind ? » This is the moment he shut down on you. You knew he wasn't going to say anything to you about this anymore. « You know what, forget it. We all have our secret. » He didn't answer this either. « I am leaving, Jeahyun. It was cool to see you again, really. I hope that you are happy too. » And you left. You didn't hear of Jaehyun until one week later, when he came into the coffee shop you were working in. He didn't seem surprised to see you, which was definitely your case. You really naively thought you were never going to see him again. H walked in your direction a smile splattered on his face. « Hello, what can I do for you ? » you asked with the most neutral voice you could. « I don't know... What would you advise me to take ? » He was doing this on purpose... With his dumb smile, you wanted to slap him with the baguette you were about to cut when he entered. « The pastry are excellent. I would advise you the cinnamon roll, they are freshly baked. To drink, the best-seller is the caramel macchiato with whipped cream. » He seemed to think for a second before nodding. « I am going to take this, thank you. -Is it a take away ? -No, I am going to sit here. » Okay, how were you supposed to work when he was here ? « Very well I am going to bring everything to you. You can sit down. » You were almost done with his order when you heard, his phone ring. You turned around but stopped almost immediately. When you were talking about duality, it's not exactly what you had in mind. The fact that he could look like the sweetheart he was when he entered the shop and now look so severe and hard now. You could not hear what was happening on the phone, you were too busy watching Jaehyun. « Okay, I'll be there in a few. Yeah. » You didn't say anything. You took the macchiato and put it in a take away cup, and wrapped the cinnamon roll. When he stood up you just give him his order. He seemed suddenly very tired. But he simply smiled. He took his order, his fingers lightly touching yours. « Thank you Y/n. It was good seing you again. » He put his hand in his vest pocket and took a little piece of paper out of it. « This is my phone number. If you are not to busy one day, you can call me, and we can hang out or something. Don't feel forced to call me or anything. If you don't I'll understand ». And he left. You were left alone, that stupid card in your hands, not really knowing what to do. It was another week later that you had decided to text Jaehyun. Not call. Text were safer. So you simply told him it was your number, and asked him what he was doing. He didn't answer until an hour later. He was apparently busy with work, whatsoever he was doing. He said he was surprised but happy that you had text him. You stopped here. You honestly didn't know what to do. Were you supposed to initiate something ? Or just let the situation die. You were confused, a hint of disappointment in yourself for texting him, but the feeling of joy that it bring you made it almost insignificant. Were you happy to meet Jaehyun ? Yes. Were you happy about him showing interest in you again ? Yes. Were you confused about the situation ? Definitely. But in the end you were feeling weird. You know it is one of your biggest flaw was definitely to intellectualize too much. Never letting yourself be happy, because what if it'll go wrong ? But damn it, it's been a while since you've been that excited about something. Are you free tomorrow ? I want to take you somewhere. You accepted. And it has been awesome. Jaehyun was the sweetest person you've met. It didn't take long until you were again inseparable. It took time for you to accept what had happened and what was actually happening, but you were happy. So definitely happy and in love with Jaehyun. The day he asked you to be his girlfriend was definitely a great day for you. You had play it off, just answering « Aren't we dating already haha » but you were ecstatic inside. After three months of dating you had finally had enough of hiding your feelings. Your desire for this man was too strong. He had always been a perfect gentleman, never making any physical contact that you had not given your consent before. But one day has nothing had happened yet you initiated the contact. You were expecting a bit more than a kiss. Jeahyun was ready to give you everything you wanted anyway. « Can I kiss every inch of your body? » He nipped at your thigh. You were feeling his hot breath against your skin so close from where you wanted him. « Can I be the reason you moan ? » You whimpered and nodded. Jaehyun smiled against your skin, nose trailed along your skin as he inhaled deeply « Can I » And he was so close from your clit, you could feel his deep exhale and it felt so good. You whined, struggling to breath and fighting to stay standing. You were praying that he 'll have some mercy and let you lay down because if he decided to eat you out right there in his kitchen you might pass out. « Yes, please » He mumbled something you can't understand before he buried his face between your thighs his hands palming your ass to get you closer. He took another deep breath and your legs began to shake badly when he exhaled. « Jaehyun » you repeated . He looks at you through his eyes half hidden over his long lashes : « Yes Love. » He held your gaze and slowly licked his lips. The sight of him on his knees, his white shirt open on his chest letting you his tattoos was something you wanted to engrave in your mind forever. « I can't stand... », was barely audible. « Okay, » Jaehyun’s dimples appeared when he smiled. He stood up taking you in his arms. « But baby, in the meantime, do you want to know what I want more than anything? » You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. All the way to the bed, Jaehyun kissed you, tasting his lips, his hands grabbing your butt with his strong hands. « Jaehyun... » and it was a whimper at best. « Yes Y/n. » Nothing came out of your mouth as he smirked.

« I was saying » He grabbed your legs lifting you in his arms. « I need to hear you beg Y/n. I need to feel you cum on my dick. I need you to be mine. » You were in his arms pressed against his body. Everything was so intense. That was it, you were jelly in his arms, your legs trembling around his waist. He lowered you onto his bed as his eyes never leave yours. Your skirt is all the way up to your hips letting him free from seing everything. He bent down licking his lips biting at the skin of your thighs. « What are you doing Jaehyun? » Your words sounded more like a plea than a question. « I am claiming you as mine. » He said it like you weren’t already completely his. « If you’ll have me, of course. » He kept sucking at you skin, and you feel yourself drift off more and more. You whispered his name again and again your eyes screwed shut as you struggled to breathe. « What do you want princess, use you word » « Don't stop » you whined, clawing at the sheets beneath you. He smiles kissing the mark he just gave you. « I have no intention to stop » He caressed your thighs, appreciating the feeling of your skin. « I need to hear you. Tell me Y/n what do you want me to do? » « You! » you said before his teeth could latch on to your skin. « Me?» He grinned against your skin. « I want you to fuck me. » His deep chuckle forced a burst of hot air over your glistening folds. And fuck it felt good. You almost came like this, just Jaehyun looking at you sending you over the edge. « That's not what I was asking baby. I mean, obviously, I’m going to fuck you. Fuck I've been waiting for this moment since forever. But before that. Before I bury myself deep into your needy little cunt. What should I do? » « I-I don't know » « Give me a number, » Jaehyun said softly. « Why ? » you whispered to yourself. « Okay, hum, five ? ». « Five ? » he said a wolf like grin forming on his lips. « You are so greedy princess, fuck. » He bent over, his mouth joining your labia and you began to writhe beneath his touches. « What are you talking about ? » He laughed and shook his head, smiling that dumb smile of his that was giving you the want to slap him. « That’s how many times you are going to cum baby » He grabbed your ankles, dragging you until you are at the edge of the bed, your ass almost hanging out. « I can't do this Jae, please I can't » you mewled. He was already driving you crazy and you haven't come once, what was going to happen after five. « You are going to Y/n, you are going to take it very well, I know you can do that » He spoke between peppered kisses. His flattened tongue parted your lips, and he groaned at the taste of you. A few laden licks later and you were already coming. It didn’t take long before you were greeted by your second orgasm, which came fast, leaving you breathless and dizzy and overly sensitive. Jaehyun lapped orgasm four from your trembling body. You were losing your mind. « You’re such a good girl, aren’t you princess » You could not answer. Your brain had transformed into putty. « You are baby, so good » He praised you over your moans, « You’re my good girl. I think I should reward you. Because I've been thinking about you all the time and now that you are here I want to please right » « Yes. Please. » You said breathless. A mischievous glint cloaked his eyes. « Edging, baby do you like this ? ». You groaned, slamming your head onto the mattress. No you hated it. You wanted him right now but you felt as if you were saying this he would just take even more time. You felt something other than his tongue at your entrance. He trusted his index finger into you. Your back lifted from the bed as you cried out, your palms landed on his tattooed forearms. « You’re soaked, » He added his middle finger. You felt the pressure of your orgasm building low in your core. « What do you feel baby ? -I’m going to cum. -No you’re not » Jaehyun's voice was stern. He pulled his fingers from you and licked them. « You taste so good » You whined, being in this state was even worse than over stimulation. At least before he was giving you what you wanted. His lips brushed the skin above your knee with each word and his digit took back their previous rhythm. You were feeling it again, the knot forming inside your belly, ready to snap at any moment. His tongue was taking you to the edge only to let you down again. « I want to take you out again Y/n » He smirked, proudly « After I watch you cum again and again. I’ll take you out again.” You were so close. He just needed to push you slightly more and you were going to fall into the most intense orgasm you've ever had. But he stopped again. You almost scream in frustration. « Why are you do this? » Your words were rushed and slithly hurt. « Doing what ? I thought you liked it » You closed your eyes tightly, tears of frustration threatened to spill all over you cheeks. You shook your head. « Look at me baby. Y/n look at me », his voice hovered above you, his lips brushing your closed lids. « Look at me » he demanded. You opened your eyes, allowing the tears to escape. Jaehyun frowned. « Why are you crying? -Why won’t you let me cum? » Jaehyun, caress your cheek, whipping away your tears. « All you had to do was ask, baby » He kissed you, his toungue caressing yours. Your legs parted wider, allowing him to rest between them, and you gripped his black hair firmly. He yanked his white shirt away from his body, unbuckling his belt, finally getting naked with you as you had thrown away your skirt and shirt a long time ago now. Jaehyun, in all his glory. Something you'll never forget. You traced the ink of his tattoos with your fingers, fascinate by the ink you were finally able to see clearly. His rigid dick jutted between your bodies, leaking precum on your stomach. Pulling his hair, you forced him to release your lips with a low groan. You wanted to touch him too , make him feel good too. You eased your hand between the two of you, finding his veined cock, you are letting your fingers toy with his sensitive tip. Your mouth traced up his neck, along his strong jawline and back to his lips. And you nibble his bottom lip between each one of your pecks. You collected the wetness from his dick and you used it to move along his shaft. A sweat moan come out of his mouth, the way his slightly longer canine were biting at his lips. « Jaehyun » You whispered against his lips, and he responded with a pained moan. « I need you, Y/n now » Jaehyun answered, his fist gripped the sheets on either side of your head. « Yes, please Jaehyun » You moved your hips and angled his dick to your entrance. You murmured into his tensed jaw how much you needed him, I much you loved him. His eyes snapped opened. « Jaehyun, fuck, I love y- » He swallowed your ‘you’ with a crashing kiss. He entwined your fingers with his and held your left arm above your head. And you saw it, there in his beautiful eyes. This was more than lust. This was everything you’ve ever shared together. During your childhood, now that he was back. This was everything that you mean to him. This was veneration and love. This is when you realized that you'll never be able to come back to normal after that. Jaehyun didn't seem to care anyway. With a guttural groan, he entered you slowly, your breath hitching at the sensation. Sinking down inch by inch, his dark eyes carefully watched yours until he was fully seated. « Baby, you feel incredible » Lifting your thigh higher, he began to move slowly, deliberate strokes, in and out. With each new thrust, he powered his hips deeper, harder. A melody of smacking skin, ragged breaths and sweet moans echoed in the room. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your hips met his movements. His hips began to piston erratically while his stiff cock repeatedly dragged across your g-spot. You closed your eyes as your vision started to blur. « Look at me Y/n. Fuck, baby look at me » « Jaehyun, I can't, it's so good. Oh my god. -I want to see you, baby. » You moaned loudly, screaming Jaehyun name. « Yeah I am right here baby. Let it go. » Jaehyun knew you were close, he could feel your pussy tightening around him. You were a vision writhing beneath him, something he never wanted to forget, soft whimpers and incoherent sentences, everything was making you pure perfection. « You are beautiful. Oh my god, I'll never get enough of you » You closed your eyes feeling it coming. « Show me that you are mine Y/n. I want to see you » « I-I am yours. -Yes you are baby. Say it again. -I’m yours. -Again. « I love you so much, I am yours only yours » Now it was his turn to plummet into ecstasy. He moaned your name, before he came. His pace slowed and he lowered your leg. His breaths washed over you as he studied you. « Baby, I hope you know we're in deep » Since this day, you and Jaehyun were together. It has been almost two years since you've met again at this party and your relationship had taken another turn. You were leaving together now, in a cute and cozy apartment in a great area of the city near your university as you were in your last year just before graduation. You were living your best life, finishing your studies in the best conditions, and living with the man you love. The thing was that there was something wrong about this man. At the beginning it had not disturbed you that much, all the secret and the sudden departure because « work » was calling him. You knew since the beginning that something was wrong but, you really didn't care. Now you cared a lot. You knew that there was something wrong. Jaehyun was good at playing it off, and you were usually doing the same laughing when he came back with bruises, or when he was leaving you for weeks. But you were scared now. And you had all the reason to be. If Jaehyun was doing something wrong, illegal, you needed to leave. One day you really prepared your bag ready to leave, ready return to your parents home, far away from him. The thing is that the moment you were going to leave, you just didn't. You didn't want to. You wanted to stay with him forever if it was possible. And you were not really scared for yourself. You were scared for him. You know he was not stupid, he knew you would see them. The bruises that were appearing every week. The scars from his past, some looking strangely like bullet scars. His new tattoos. Everything was a ringing the bells in your brain. You didn't think about Mafia first. Maybe he had troubles with some of his coworker or something. But soon it was too obvious. He wasn't hiding anymore, at least he was just hiding enough for you not to understand the entire situation. Until one day someone came to see you. You were getting out of one of your classes, walking toward your car to go home, when a man stopped you. You were ready to kick him in the face if you had not seen him before. It happened once, you had finished your job sooner and when you entered the apartment men were here. Jaehyun was standing in the middle of them talking about something you didn't catch. He stopped as soon as he heard you. He walked toward you smiling sweetly, and just asked you to go see one of your friend the time he finished with his colleagues. You did as he told you, not wanting to be in the middle of unknown people anyway. But the man who had stopped you near your car that day was one of the men you saw in your apartment that day. If he had been with Jaehyun, he could not be that bad. But you know it wasn't true. Jaehyun was surrounded with bad people. Dangerous people. Because he had been with Jaehyun that day, you should be careful. « Are you Jaehyun'wife ? » You were pretty sure you weren't married yet but you simply nod not wanting to about this right now. « I just want to give him a message. He won't answer me, and you understand it's a bit annoying for work. Could you just- -I know nothing about Jaehyun work, if he decided not to answer you I guess he as his reason. But it's none of my business. I am sure you can find someone else. » He didn't say anything but you could see his body tensing. Where you really going to have to use your self defense technics. You weren't feeling that confident about them right now. « Yeah, I understand. You are Y/n right ? You are gorgeous, I understand why Jaehyun is trying to leave for you. Just tell him it is not as easy as he thinks ». And he left. That day you had been scared to the bones. You waited a bit sitting inside your car the time to calm your nerves. You finally drived back home. When you entered your apartment Jaehyun was here. « What happened ? I was worried as hell, why aren't you answering your phone ? » He saw in what state you were, and he understood almost right away. He took you in his arms, his grip on you so strong that you had the feeling he was never letting you go. You really hope he wasn't. « Tell me who it was, what he was looking like, what he told you. » You didn't say anything. You simply stayed in his arm as long as you could. He finally understood that you were not going to say anything. « Let's go to bed okay princess ? » After this day nothing ever happened to you. You could come back at any hour of the day, there was never another person here, just Jaehyun. Until everything went really wrong. You hated it. When he wasn't answering his phone. He had left for a week now. Those time were already difficult for you when he was answering to the phone but now that he wasn't answering. You were worried sick and you were right. In the middle of the night, you had passed out on the couch and you heard a violent knock on your door. You really weren't going to answer until you heard someone telling your name. You ran toward the door, opening it violently. It was happening, right ? Were you going to lose everything tonight ? « Jaehyun... -Y/n we need to get him inside. » You had no idea how this man knew your name but you let him enter. Him and the other guy holding Jaehyun, almost ran into the bedroom. You followed them as fast as your panicked state was allowing you. You didn't start crying right away, but when one of the man snatched open Jaehyun shirt open and you saw, all the blood you started sobbing. « Jaemin, get her out » you heard Jaehyun said with a weak voice, almost to quite to be heard from you. The man who as talked to you before turned around and open the door for you to leave. But you were not sure you could walk. What happened next was a big mess. You were staying in the corridor just behind the door of your room. The other man, who you still ignored the name, had come out once to take a big bag that he had left in the living room earlier. He gently smiled at you but you were unable to do anything but trying not to break down in tears. It only took an hour for them to do whatever they were doing, it had seemed an eternity to you. The man who took you out before, Jaemin ?, returned and gave you a hand to help you stand up from your spot. There was less blood than before. Jaehyun was looking like a mommy laying here with all bandage around his torso and left arm. He was sleeping peacefully. Tears started streaming down your face. « He is going to be fine now. He had broken ribs and a bullet in the biceps but it's fine now. Y/n he is safe. » You looked at the man, the one you still didn't know the name. « Thank you. » He smiled softly. « Jaehyun is our brother. We are never going to let him go. I am Ten by the way ». You smiled at Ten. He seemed like a nice person. You could tell the difference between him and the other guy you saw before. Him and Jaemin seemed to really care about Jaehyun. « Thank you for helping him really. I can't lost him. » He nodded softly. He put his hand behind your back, trying to make you leave the room. « He is not going anywhere. You are as exhausted as us, let's drink some coffee. » You walked with Ten toward the kitchen where Jaemin was already making coffee. « It's not the first you come here right ? » you asked to the men. Jaemin smile awkwardly. « It's okay, it's not bothering me. » The three of you sat down in silence. The sun was already rising in the sky, everything was slowly becoming that pretty orange color. « I understand why Jeahyun wants to leave. » You turned around Ten. « It is so peaceful. That type of life. I understand why he wants that. -I want that too. A lot of us want that », Jaemin answered. You watched both of them carefully. « We are going to stay here just the time he is able to stand up. And then Y/n, it's better if you leave the both of you. -What happened ? Last night ? » They looked at each other, looking unsure. « He bought our ticket for freedom » Jaehyun had decided to leave the organization he was working for. Apparently he wasn't the only one who wanted to leave. But it wasn't that easy. Once you entered the family it was almost impossible to quite. But Jaehyun wanted nothing but to live with you, give you the life you deserved. And it meant quitting the organization. « He did it for himself, but for me and Jaemin too. If we leave soon, if we disappear, they are going to leave us alone ». You left the boys alone and came back to your room. You sat down in the mattress next to Jaehyun, trying not to wake him up. « Why didn't you tell me everything ? I would not have left you... » You closed your eyes for a moment, exhaustion taking control of your body. « I love you Y/n ». His voice had startled you. « You are an idiot really. Coming back after a week to bloodied all my carpet. What is wrong with you ? » He tried to laugh but his body jerked in a painful movement. « Sorry, sorry, don't move. Do you want me to call Ten ? -No it's fine, just stay here okay -I am not going anywhere ». You leaned and kissed him on the forehead. « I was scared. » He looked in your eyes. « I know. I am sorry. I-I wish it could have been different ». You didn't say anything, you just laid down next to him, exhausted the only thing you wanted was to sleep next to him. Exactly three days later, you decided that Jaehyun was feeling better, enough to leave the city at least. You, Ten and Jaemin had packed most of your belongings and had put them into a van you didn't know about. You had arranged something with one of your professor for your remained classes. In theory everything was going to be fine. Ten was in the driver seat, Jeamin next to him. You looked into Jaehyun eyes as he was carefully sitting in the seat next to you. You buckled his seat belt, making sure he was secure. « I love you Y/n ». You smiled at him, taking his hand in yours. « I love you too ». Yeah everything was going to be okay.

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Trust (SuperCorp Criminal Minds AU)

I have 2 SuperCorp versions of this. This is currently my favorite one. Born mostly because Katie in Kevlar is HOT. 

DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about the FBI, law enforcement or intelligence agencies, sorry. Also, for the FBI agent watching me, THIS is what all those searches were for, and nothing else:

⦁ The BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) team in this AU is led by J'onn, and consists of Alex, Maggie, James, and Winn. Brainy is their technical analyst. Sometimes I add Sam in as the PR liaison in the team, and Nia as an FBI trainee. 

⦁ Lena is in the team, too. She's a transfer from Interpol, and she's had years of experience in profiling, suspect and victim identification, as well as infiltration, under her belt (I also hc that she worked with the CIA and the MI6, mostly in intel, profiling and undercover work). In this version, I kinda put her in Prentiss's role, but y'know, more Lena Luthor-esque.

⦁ Lena is still a Luthor in this one. Lex is a serial killer, and this is part of the reason why Lena took an interest in criminal profiling, and joined the BAU in the first place. She feels responsible for not stopping Lex before he could kill at least 47 people (that they know of).

⦁ Lex started killing when Lena was ten. She'd been shipped off to boarding school, and she didn't know about it. During the holidays when she returned to Luthor Manor, she didn't see it at first, because Lex was very clever at hiding it, but soon, she begins to see signs of his psychopathy.

⦁ In one version of this story, Clark is a reporter who, like Lena, made the connection between Lex and the murders. One night after dinner with the Luthors, Clark sneaks into Lex's study to find evidence he can use for his story. 

He’s rummaging in a desk when he hears a voice from the doorway.

"You won't find anything there." Clark whips around to find Lena standing there, silhouetted against the light coming from the hall. He tenses, thinking she's about to tell her brother what Clark was doing. 

"If Lex really is behind these murders, and I know you think he is, you won't find anything there. He's not foolish enough to hide evidence here." 

Clark doesn't say anything, he just stares at her. Lena pauses, looking away. "I... I didn't want to believe it. Not Lex... He wouldn't..." Steel injects itself into her green gaze. "But the more time I spend with him, the more clearly I see the truth. You see it too, don't you?" 

Clark straightens up and nods gravely. “Yes.”

⦁ I haven't thought it through quite yet, but they get the FBI involved, including one agent on the fast track to unit chief, J'onn Jonzz. He meets Lena only briefly, and he's struck by the young girl's keen intelligence and remarkable calm. He's the one who suggests that she consider a career in profiling and criminal psychology.

⦁ Fast forward 12 or so years later, Lena is on the BAU with the others. For the sake of her anonymity (and also because it was necessary for her undercover work), she's erased all connections to Lex and the Luthors (including old photographs and newspaper articles until the name Lena Luthor is but a footnote in the Luthor history with nothing to tie her to who she is now). She's also changed her last name to her birth mother's (and just because I'm also an Adlocker, I hc that her last name now is Wolfe but whatever).

⦁ She's very professional, is revered by the younger agents in the Bureau, well-respected by her colleagues and highly praised by her superiors (they all secretly call her "The Ice Queen"). But she's very guarded and keeps everyone at arm's length, doesn't go out for after-work drinks with the others, practically sleeps with one eye open -- years of working undercover and living with a serial killer will do that to you.

⦁ Until a certain promising young recruit comes along. Special Agent Kara Danvers is new in town -- adopted sister of Agent Alex Danvers, the cousin of one of J'onn's old friends (I don't think teaming family members up is actually allowed in the FBI, so some suspension of disbelief is required here). Since he doesn't want to be accused of nepotism in his own team, he asks Lena to oversee her training and transition into the team herself.

⦁ Kara's sunny demeanor couldn't clash more with Lena's icy, professional front. Lena approaches the task with thinly-veiled impatience and something remarkably close to disdain. 

However, Kara quickly proves to be more than a perky attitude and a pretty smile. She squirms at blood, which Lena is initially quick to exploit (What FBI profiler can't stand the sight of a bludgeoned corpse? "We profile serial killers here, not celebrities in high-waisted jeans.") -- but Kara displays true empathy to the victims and their families, she's sensitive to other people's emotions and knows just what to say to get a reluctant victim or witness talking. She's extremely dedicated to catching the unsubs, and relentless in her investigation, and she's extremely handy to have around in a crisis.

⦁ Lena finds this last part out when they're on a case, trying to find a missing girl. The team is headed to the unsub's apartment, but on a hunch, Lena heads to an abandoned warehouse near the apartment, with only Kara as backup. They enter the warehouse, and just as they're clearing the rooms and checking for the missing girl, the unsub attacks Lena and manages to pin her to the ground, choking her. Kara gets there just in time to shoot the unsub in the leg, saving Lena's life.

⦁ Later that evening, Kara and the rest of the team go to the bar to celebrate. Lena is absent, as usual. 

Just as Kara is getting another round of drinks at the bar, a low, smoky voice interrupts her. "Didn't profile you as a drinker, Danvers. I wonder what other surprises you're hiding behind those glasses and cardigans." 

Kara squeaks and turns to see Lena behind her. "Agent Wolfe! I didn’t expect to see you here-- No, these aren't all for me, I--"

Lena's face softens at Kara's babbling, and she takes a few of the shot glasses from Kara's hands. "You know, I have a rule... Anyone who saves my life gets to call me Lena." 

Kara blushes profusely at the other woman’s arched eyebrow. "Well then, if I'm calling you Lena--" 

Lena smirks. "Kara it is, then." 

For the first time -- much to the gaping surprise of the rest of the team she's worked with for years -- Lena joins them for a post-case drink.

⦁ To everyone's -- and no one's -- surprise, the pair quickly become the best of friends. 2 days into their friendship, Lena starts jokingly calling her Supergirl. 3 weeks later, they start grabbing lunch together. 

3 months in, Kara sends Lena a video of herself petting a St. Bernard on the street only to be bowled over in a mass of furry paws and puppy licks -- and the cadets Lena is training are even more bowled over to hear the "Ice Queen" laugh (of course, they're later treated with a scorching glare and a sharp reprimand, but it's a revelation just to discover that she's actually physically capable of laughing). 

By 6 months, the whole department is in a secret "will they or won't they" betting pool. A year in, and every other department has stakes in the pool (Alex publicly condemns the pool, but secretly has Maggie bet a hundred bucks for her that "they will" by winter next year).

⦁ But despite their growing closeness, Lena has yet to tell Kara about Lex, or about her life working undercover for Interpol (which includes a decidedly less-good Kate Kane). She decides to bury it in the past, (wishful) thinking that it belongs there. Lena is no longer the same teenager betrayed by her brother when he killed forty people. Nor is she "Lauren Reynolds", the undercover "arms dealer", who had betrayed Valhalla, the woman who commanded a terrorist cell by day and worshiped Lena’s body by night (yes, I put Kate in the role of Ian Doyle). 

So she keeps silent. About Lex. About Kate Kane and Valhalla. About the beautiful little boy with wide, trusting eyes, who was not her son, but whom Lena had loved and protected all these years as if he were.

⦁ There are too many secrets, Lena decides, as she shoves them all one by one into their little boxes, clamping the lid securely shut. Kara is too good to be tainted by any of them. Kara, who gets squeamish at the sight of blood, but resolutely hunts each killer like an avenging angel. Kara, who somehow, still believes in the good in people, and when she realizes that there is very little of that to be found in Lena Wolfe or Lena Luthor, Kara will hate her as much as Lena hates herself.

But then the day comes when Lena receives a package in the mail. She reaches in and pulls out two things: a four-leaf clover, and a surveillance photo of Kara and Lena having lunch together. On the back of the photograph are three cryptic little words that fill her with dread: “See you soon.”

[yeah, so I’m binge-watching Criminal Minds with these AU-goggles firmly in place now] Should I continue this????

#supercorp #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #lena luthor #supergirl #kara danvers #alex danvers #j'onn j'onzz #clark kent #lex luthor #criminal minds #fanfic #supercorp au #i just had to get this out of my head